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miintsprigz · 4 months

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Mercs x GN! reader who drew them (ALL NINE!)

This goes out to everyone, not just my artists.

But yes, all my fic material is extremely self-serving.

Big thank you to a dear friend of mine for helping me with mercs like Pyro, Engie, Sniper, and Medic when I got stuck.

VERY LONG POST INCOMING

Scout

• Well, he IS an artist himself, that’s probably how the two of you first started talking.

• Ran past one day, only to immediately throw it in reverse and go “hey whoa whoa whoa when were you gonna tell me you could draw?!”

•Naturally…it was only a matter of time.

•He was always so encouraging about your stuff, so…after working up the guts, you showed him.

• “Yo wait a sec…you drew me??? I…” For once in his life, he’s at a loss for words. He’s never been drawn—not even a self-portrait. For as cocky as he seems…well…

•He just…stares for a second. Marveling. Is that…really what I look like?

• “Do you like it?” “Abso-friggin-lutely, (Y/N)!!! You kiddin’? I don’t even look that beautiful in real life! And ya know, that’s sayin’ somethin!”

•You laugh, and he pulls you in so fast to hug you that you weren’t even ready. “But seriously…thank you. I’ve uh…I’ve never been drawn before. You did amazing. …you know I gotta draw you now, right?”

•And he does. He’s a complete perfectionist about it—he feels like he can’t replicate you, you’re one of a kind. (He actually does very well! But he’s so shy showing it to you…d’aww.)

Pyro

•Pyro was more of a doodler than anything. They loved color. And of course, you could resonate with that.

•Sometimes you’d draw designs and let them color it in. They giggled all the while…they just adored how creative you were.

•Being the most secretive about their appearance, they’re hard to nail down…even for you. Pyro is most themself in their full gear. You, out of everyone, know that best.

•So you took a…different approach. Abstraction.

•Their hands, the ones that so often seemed to be magnetically drawn to you.

•Their back, the strong shoulders when they just felt content to sit in the quiet with you.

•The brief glimpses you’d caught of their face—split second instances in shadows—those were easy, yet challenging. Their brief sightings made them easy to be abstract about, and yet, it made them harder to actually nail down.

•Conjuring a rather fittingly smoky composition, it had a dreamlike feel to it. Pure Pyro.

•You were only a bit hesitant to show them, but when they did see…they surprised you a bit.

•You could see them straighten up a bit…surprised. They craned their neck a bit, looking closer, gently curling their fingers over yours to hold the snapshot-like portraits with you.

• “Hmmm…” There was a sort of…tranquility to them. So unlike your little sparky fella.

• “Do you like them?” Immediately, the edge of their mask bumped against your forehead—your own personal way of kissing. That was all the answer you needed.

•They couldn’t verbalize it, but…seeing beauty in images of themself. The same beauty they saw all around them…it made them see themself in a way they never had before.

•And of course, it made them fall even deeper in love with you, the one who cared for them so much that they took the time to look so deeply.

Heavy

•Heavy is a very intelligent man, but he’s never had much gift for creative work. Even his insults were kind of just the same thing repeated, when the other mercs made it an art form.

•So he couldn’t help but be enraptured by your artistic endeavors and how much work you put into them.

•He loved to see you covered in your medium of choice, your passion for it. Made him lovesick. How lovely you were doing what you loved.

•If he could paint, he would have wanted to paint that. So he could look at it forever.

•So of course, imagine his delight when you decided to draw him!

• That roaring laugh you so enjoyed boomed immediately, just elated.

•“Ohhhh…look at that! You captured me perfectly! Beautiful!” You couldn’t help but beam with pride.

•“Can Heavy keep this?” “Of course you can, hon.” This warranted a sudden barrage of kisses to your face, which cracked you up of course.

•“Very happy to have such talented artist as yourself to love. But to me? You are most beautiful. In all the world.” Despite being more eloquent in his native language, Heavy could still get you to turn red. “Oh gosh…” “Is true!”

Demoman

•Tavish had always been a pretty sentimental fellow. He really did enjoy artwork, but didn’t talk about it much.

•Once he discovered that you were an artist, he was over the moon. Finally, he felt, he could talk to someone about art without them possibly poking fun.

•He’d never go in your sketchbook unless you allowed him to, but he always looked with such admiration in his eyes. “That’s bloody brilliant. So long as ya luv it, never stop doin’ this. Cuz I’ll never stop lookin.”

•One day, you told him you had a surprise for it. “I dunno if I like surprises…” “Oh trust me, Demo,” you chirped, “I think you’ll like this one.”

•As you held up the finished product, his mouth went agape. Almost instantly, he began to smile.

•“Well aren’t you just the sweetest!! That’s me there???” “Yes, love. I uh, I hope that you like it.” His gaze shifted over to you, and you could see his eye had grown somewhat misty.

•Demo was at a loss for words. He had never thought of himself as particularly good-looking, certainly not good enough to be drawn. And yet. You had drawn him. Drawn him very well. And he liked how he looked. Was that how you saw him?

•“Aw, Tav…you okay??” He blinked quick, trying to keep composed.“Never better…c’mere, you…”

•Wrapping his arms around you, he gave you a kiss, just about taking your breath away.

•“My little artist…ya made me look so good.” You caught him rubbing his eye a bit. “I just drew what I saw.” “Well, ya see a work of art in me. And that? That’s the best surprise of all.”

Engineer

•With how much designing went into his machines, Dell could always appreciate the skills of an artist. So when he learned that you were one, well, that only sweetened an already sweet deal.

•You were a little self-conscious at first about him watching you work. You tended to just work parallel to one another, both lost in your own stuff.

•You’d sometimes stop what you were doing to follow his hands as he put the pieces together, fingers wandering as they looked for the correct tool.

•When the inverse happened though—when Engie watched you work—he admired your spontaneity. You could start off with a total wild card and somehow managed to pull it all together and make it work, in a way he never could have come up with.

•Being rather rigid in his own trade, that was something Dell couldn’t help but be dazzled by. Very smart man for sure, but rather by-the-book. Not like you. He saw genius in the way your mind worked.

•So, one day, as the two of you perused each other’s handiwork a bit, you shyly revealed the piece you’d made of him—hard at work on an updated sentry model.

•His lips parted a little like he was about to say something, but nothing came out.

•“I know it’s a little rocky…I’m not the best at drawing machinery.” Gently, he took ahold of the sketchbook and gave it a soft tug, nonverbally asking for permission to hold it. You let him.

•As he looked closer, a warm smile crept across his face. “Well, well…wouldja look at that. That’s me alright.” He chuckled heartily, but you realized it was from admiration, not amusement.

•“Look at you, (Y/N)! Saw me all covered in dirt an’ said ‘yeah, I can make art from that’. I love it…shucks, darlin’, I can hardly get my eyes off of it.”

•He looked back at you, still all aglow, only to find you blushing to the point of near luminescence. “Aw, c’mon now honey…no need to be all shy. You’re incredible, ya know that?��

•An arm slunk around your shoulders, pulling you fast to his side, quickly pecking the top of your head. “I love it, and I love you.”

Soldier

•Soldier was a brave man, that he was confident in. But even he was self-aware enough to realize he wasn’t the sharpest.

•Anything he’d ever drawn looked like kids’ stuff, so to see what you could make? It blew his mind.

•Jane tried not to stare while you drew—you’d gotten all nervous when you’d caught him, and he was trying to be courteous—but he couldn’t deny how it captivated him.

•“Whatcha workin’ on now?” “I’m drawing those two goofs.” You motioned to the Spy and Scout bickering as they often did. “Why them, of all things?” “I just like capturing the moment sometimes.”

•One day, as you sat while he drilled the rest of the team, you started to do just that. You found it hard not to chuckle just a little as the others groaned and rolled their eyes.

•Sure, you got their annoyance, but you couldn’t help but be pulled in by Jane’s excitement and hot-bloodedness.

•“Seemed pretty lost in your work there, or I woulda asked you to join in.” A strong hand ruffling your hair snapped you out of your daze. “Capturing the moment again?”

•“Uh-huh. I think this is my best one yet.” You turned the book around to show him, and you saw his lips part slightly in surprise before he suddenly laughed. “Haha! Look at that! It’s me!”

•You laughed with him, just happy to see him so tickled by it. “I think I really captured you.” “I’d say so, kid! I’d say so…wow.” The amusement gave way to what you realized was…almost awe.

•“I look…strong. Proud.” “Yep.” “…I look good.” “Of course you do.” He nudged his helmet down a bit with his hand, chuckling to himself. From what little bit of his face you saw…was he blushing?

•Imitating him playfully—it was something you two tended to do, he found it cute—you joked, in your best impression of him, “‘Are you going soft on me, maggot??? You’re red as a tomato!’” “Noooo…oh, (Y/N), what am I gonna do with you?”

•He caught the side of your face softly and pecked you on the cheek. “But…really. Thank you, sweetheart. I think that’s my favorite thing you’ve ever made.”

Sniper

•Truthfully, Mick had never given a lot of thought to the arts before he’d met you. What really caught his eye was the amount of time you put into it.

•Sniper knew better than anyone that holding still, completely focused on your task, being all but absorbed in it…that was respectable.

•The fact that he could leave for work and come back to find you in the same spot? It was just very attractive to him.

•You stopped by to watch him sometimes, very discreetly, on less busy days, although he wouldn’t lie, it got him nervous. He trusted in his own skills plenty, but…you weren’t just anyone. He couldn’t have you getting hurt.

•So one day, as he finally wrapped up, he saw you, still hard at work. He didn’t want to interrupt you, but if it was time to go, he wanted to go. Giving you a light pat on the shoulder, he chuckled. “Almost done there, darlin? Quittin’ time.”

•“Just a bit more…there. Perfect. Check it out.” You held up what you’d been working on: a full sketch of him invested in his own work.

•It took him a moment to process what he was seeing, but once he did, he couldn’t help but be amazed. Slightly slack-jawed, he looked up at you, the faintest trace of a smile.

•“Never considered myself the modelin’ type, ‘specially not out here, but…wow. Ya really did it. And I look bloody good, too!” “Well duh!” “Oh, stop—” Oh, that got him. The Aussie was surprisingly easy to fluster once he’d fully grown comfortable, and you loved it.

•“Awww, are you blushing?” “Just a little…now c’mon.” Taking your hand, he helped you up, quickly hugging you around the shoulders, catching you somewhat off-guard.

•“But really. Great job there. Thanks…it’s an honor, ya know that? To be drawn by you?” “Gosh—” “Heh, now you’re the one goin’ all red.” “Oh, stop—”

Medic

•The good(?) doctor first learned of your artistic prowess when he caught you trying to draw the charts he had on his wall. “Ooh! Very impressive.”

•Medic could do a lot of things, but drawing wasn’t really one of them. He couldn’t resist watching you work, even though he knew it was a bit touchy.

•“Poetry in motion, Liebe. Really.” Simp. “Oh, come on—” “I mean it! You have such precision, such grace…it’s a sight to behold!”

•So of course, when you were working on something that you absolutely would not let him look at, he wanted to see even more.

•“I promise that whatever it is, I will find it as beautiful as you!” “It’s not that, silly—it’s supposed to be a surprise!” He seemed almost sulky about it…it was kind of cute, although you did feel a bit bad.

•Eventually though, it was done—him, with Archimedes on his shoulder. “Okay, honey, you can look now.”

•One hand comes up over his mouth, audibly gasping. “Is that…? It is!!! Haha!”

•You had never seen him this happy, and you couldn’t help but smile. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time, (Y/N)! Look at that…and Archimedes too!”

•Perhaps unsurprisingly, he brings the bird out to show him too. It’s hard to gauge the response from a dove, but the tranquil cooing seems to suggest that he enjoys it.

•The doctor catches you off-guard as he sweeps you into a kiss. “Oh…danke, Schatz (treasure). May I keep this?” “Of course~”

•Best believe this man is showing your art off to EVERYONE who he treats, going on and on about what an incredible artist and person you are.

Spy

•This guy is a man of culture, he can appreciate good art. And good artists, wink.

•But in all seriousness, your attention to detail was incredibly attractive to him. After you’d been together for a while, the two of you would sit in his smoking room and relax together once the work day was over.

•Sometimes he’d be off to the side just doing his own thing, reading, but other times he’d actually sit beside you and watch. There was an intimacy to it, one you took time to grow fully comfortable with, but he was patient.

•So when you were very secretive one night, it caught his attention. Nothing slipped past him—not even you. You sensed him behind you surprisingly quickly though, and quickly closed the project up.

•“Shy tonight, are we? So unlike you, mon bijou (my jewel)…” “Hehe…be patient, babe, it’s not done yet.”

•His arms wrapped around you from behind briefly…gosh, it was difficult to keep anything secret from this man. “Very well. Keep your secrets…for now.”

•But he respected that you didn’t want him to see it just yet, and so he waited.

•“…Okay, you can look now.” In an instant, he was behind you again. It was hard to even look up at the guy right now, but once you did…there was this sense of wonder in his face that you hadn’t seen before.

•It wasn’t often that Spy looked at himself unmasked for longer than a few seconds—he’d almost forgotten his own face by now. For spies, he reasoned, it was better that way. But the way you had captured every detail of him…

•“Oh, what a handsome devil…wonder who that could be…” Was he trying to brush off his own flustering? Maybe a little.

•You couldn’t help but giggle as he almost hurriedly sat down next to you, quickly drawing you in close as he continued to look. Almost entranced.

•That element of intimacy I mentioned before? It was his turn to feel it now. Not even in a physical way, which is what this Casanova is so used to.

•No, the fact that you had clearly just…looked at his face, so intently. There was something raw and vulnerable to it. And as much as he wanted to look at it even more, his eyes were magnetically drawn to you.

•“I wouldn’t have ever asked it of you, but…I always wondered what it would look like if you drew me. I…”

•Glancing back down, he found that he couldn’t even come up with anything to say. The act of love had rendered him speechless. YOU BROKE HIM OH MY GOSH/j

•“…Do you like it?” Before you could say anything else, you were swiftly kissed, and I mean kissed.

•Spy always looked at you with a sort of passion, but this was different. He had never felt so much love for someone. Felt like a young, hopeless romantic boy all over again.

•“I adore it…and most of all, I adore you, mon cœur (my heart).”

AAAAND IM DONE. WHEW. That was fun!

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meiliarotten · 5 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 10: Metal In Your Mouth (Body Mods)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Demoman x Fem!Reader

Summary: Demoman has some interesting piercings

Tags: Piercings, oral, teasing, deepthroating

Word Count: 2.4k

The Masterlist

“Before we start…” Demoman took a breath, steadying his nerves. “There’s something I should warn ye about.”

“Oh?” You glanced up at Demo from where you were seated on his lap. You had assumed you already had started, given that you were currently letting your hands wander freely over his chest. Demo sported a surprisingly soft figure. You had expected him to be more muscular, perhaps even toned, but this was quite a pleasant surprise. Having a little something to hold and grab on a man was delightful, and leaner bodies didn’t exactly offer much in that regard.

“It’s just, some things might be unexpected, and I don’t want ye to be too surprised by anything,” Demo went on, still not telling you exactly what he was so concerned about. His eyes flicked down at you, seeing you waiting patiently for him to get to the point. Even in that quick glance you could see that Demo had looked at you like something precious and delicate, a hint of concern pinching his brow.

“It’s not my first time, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Demo quickly shook his head. “No, it’s not that.”

“Is it your first time?” You were unable to hide the surprise in your voice. His response came even quicker this time.

“No, no! Not that either.” Demo shook his head, stammering and gesturing awkwardly with his hands, all of which you tried to interpret as best as you could. God, a flustered Demoman was almost harder to understand than a blackout drunk Demoman. “I just figured I should give a fair warning, ye may be a bit surprised when we…”

“When we what?” You pressed on. You had a pretty good idea of what Demo meant, but you didn’t want to make any assumptions.

“When we get undressed,” he finally sighed, feeling his face go warm with embarrassment.

As for you, you were struggling not to roll your eyes. This had to be a size thing. You had been with a fair amount of men who had tried to ‘warn’ you about either their bigger than normal or smaller than normal size, and most of the time they turned out perfectly average. “I’m sure everything will be fine. I promise,” you said, offering a kiss and some more reassurances. “I love you no matter what. You know that.”

“I love ye too,” Demo’s voice barely above a whisper, as if he feared speaking too loud would cause him to wake up from this perfect dream before him. However this was no dream, and you were about to prove that.

“Now, let’s pick up where we left off,” you said, starting to gently palm Demoman through his pants. He shuddered. You couldn’t get enough of that, loving how responsive he was to such a small gesture. “Sensitive, aren’t you? Fuck, I can feel how hard you are.” You teased him, watching his hips twitch as he struggled to keep his composure.

Your fingers traced the waistband of his briefs. The rest of his clothing already lay in a pile on the floor. You yourself were in your own state of undress, topless with nothing but a pair of figure hugging underwear. You straddled Demo’s lap, his hands holding your waist before lowering to massage little circles over the curves of your hips. “So bloody beautiful,” he whispered, almost too low for you to hear. “I want ye so badly.”

This was as far as you had ever gone with Demo. Heavy petting and touching over clothes had satisfied the two of you for the most part, especially since privacy was hard to come by at the base, but not tonight. Tonight the energy was different, everyone was out celebrating your team’s latest victory, and you wanted more. You needed more. You slipped your hand into his briefs. Your head had come to rest on his chest, and you heard his breath hitch as you quickly wrapped a hand around him before you could lose your nerve. He was half hard, but there was something else, something unexpected.

You pulled your hand back, glancing down curiously. Demoman’s demeanor immediately tended up. “Something wrong, lamb?” he asked tentatively.

“No, it’s just…” you trailed off. Before you said anything, you had to confirm your suspicion. You slipped your fingertips beneath the waistband again, looking up to meet his eye. “May I?”

He nodded and you pulled the briefs off, revealing exactly what you had presumed. The silence seemed to stretch on forever, at least for Demoman. Really, only a few mere seconds had passed before you finally spoke.

“Piercings?”

“I’ve got a few,” Demoman admitted, as if you couldn’t see them right there. A ladder of barbell piercings lined the underside of his cock, the metal pieces reflecting even the low light of the room. “I can take them out if they put ye off-”

“No, they’re fine!” you said, shaking your head. You felt embarrassed when you realized how long you had been ogling him. The last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable. “Sorry to stare. I knew people got piercings there sometimes, I’ve just never actually seen it before.”

Demo chuckled. It was a nervous laugh, but a laugh nonetheless, putting you both a bit more at ease. “Well then, feel free to take in the sights,” he said.

You did just that, now much more eager to get both a look and feel for the jewelry. Gently, you rubbed your thumb over the piercings, feeling the bars. You weren’t oblivious to the way Demoman shivered at your touch, taking note of what kind of sensations made him react with a repressed moan or shuddering breath.

“These must have hurt,” you said nonchalantly. You still exhibited a relaxed demeanor, which Demo tried to match, albeit clumsily.

His casual shrug clashed with the way his voice wavered when he spoke. “Aye, but mercenary work has a way of toughening a lad up- ah, fuck!” Those last words came out with a hissing exhale of breath. You had begun to circle your thumb over the head of his cock while your other fingers rolled over the metal balls. “Lamb, be careful!”

You paused for a moment, backing off, worried that you had gone too far. “Am I hurting you?”

“It’s okay, ye didn’t hurt me. They’re just sensitive.” A grin spread across your face and Demo realized what he had just admitted. He sighed, knowing that you were going to take advantage of this. “Just be gentle.”

He sounded so shy when he said that, his voice unusually quiet. You rather liked seeing this side of Demoman, so soft and delicate. It was a side that he would only ever show to you, and you were honored to hold that privilege.

You flicked your tongue against the head of his cock before venturing lower, kissing along the shaft, dancing right on the edge between gentle and purposefully teasing. Your actions elicited low groans, spurring you onward. Once you were at the base, you slowly dragged your tongue back up, right along the frenum ladder.

A louder moan spilled from Demoman’s lips, and you felt his cock twitch against your tongue. “Fuck, do that again!” he gasped.

Eager to comply, you licked over the ladder again, varying your pace. Quick laps seemed to draw out short gasps while slow, languid strokes brought about more of those low moans you loved to hear. So, you took your time, relishing the texture of metal and skin mingling on your tongue in a way you had never felt before. It was interesting, and not entirely unpleasant.

Every so often you snuck a glance up at him, just barely avoiding making eye contact. You knew people sometimes enjoyed the intimacy of eye contact while recieving head, but you wanted to place all your focus on your current task. Plus, Demoman already seemed to be wrapped up in his own little world of pleasure, especially when you wrapped your lips around him and took him into your mouth without warning.

He gasped, gripping the edge of the bed. Resisting the urge to immediately buck up into the tight, wet warmth of your mouth was a struggle. You stayed still for a moment, teasing him, feeling him twitch against your tongue again. You would have smirked at that, if your lips weren’t otherwise occupied.

When you did get on with your ministrations, it was a little awkward. You had never gone down on someone with piercings before, and at first your movements came off as clumsy. Demo seemed to think it was cute, placing a hand on your head and patting you affectionately. Eventually you did get the hang of it, learning that you had to take a little extra care not to let your teeth catch in any of that metal. That part proved to be easy, given that your lips were sealed tight over them. Now with renewed confidence, you began to tease him again, laying special attention to the balls of the barbells that lined the underside. You flicked your tongue against them, rolling them, and relishing the blissful sounds that resulted from such actions.

“You’re so good, so bloody good,” Demo groaned. “Ye look real nice with my cock in your mouth, such a pretty little thing.”

His voice broke slightly. It was obvious that the dirty talk was an attempt to regain some control over the situation, to save face, but he was absolutely helpless to you. The only effect his words had were a soft pink blush dusting your cheeks, which only served to make you look even more fetching as you bobbed your head over his cock.

Your hands rested on his thighs, rubbing gentle circles against the taut muscles. The occasional shiver you felt brought immense satisfaction. Part of you wanted to hook your arms beneath his thighs, hoisting his legs up to rest on your shoulders. It was an action previous partners had done for you while giving oral, and it never failed to fluster you. However, you weren’t quite sure your shoulders were wide enough for Demo to fit comfortably, so you begrudgingly abandoned the idea.

Demoman was struggling to keep his sounds soft and restrained. It almost sounded like he was whimpering. You loved that you could have this effect on him. Using your mouth and tongue in just the right places, you gradually drew louder and more shameless sounds from him. You were taking him deeper, working past your gag reflex little by little.

“Lamb, oh bloody hell!” Demo cried, feeling you beginning to deepthroat hum. “If ye keep doing that, I’m gonna-”

“It’s okay,” you said, pulling away for just a moment and gazing up at him through your eyelashes. You were panting, your voice sounding slightly worn from taking him into your throat. It made you come off as more sultry than you expected, not that you minded. “I want to make you come, Tavish”

He didn’t get a chance to respond before you went right back to work. You took him deep, letting your tongue taste both silver and precum. Demo wasn’t going to last much longer. Sure enough, with a few more well placed laps along those barbell piercings, he was coming undone. You swallowed hard, letting him feel the contractions of your throat as he rode out his orgasm. Slowly his moans turned to whines. You felt him squirm. It was only when he reached down to tug at your hair in an attempt to get some respite that you realized you were overstimulating the poor man.

“Sorry lamb,” Demo apologized, noticing how you winced at the unexpected yank of your hair. “It was just too much.”

You smiled softly, standing up and straddling his lap. The feeling of the mattress cushioning your knees on either side of him was a welcome change from the hard floor. Demo pulled you closer, leaning in to kiss you. When you put your weight against him however, the two of you tumbled backward onto the bed with a yelp. Now splayed out with your limbs tangled together, you fell into a fit of laughter, resting your head on Demo’s chest once the moment passed,

“What about your turn?” He asked suddenly. Demo watched you with a confused look as you settled into bed with him. You had just made him come hard enough to see stars. It would be rude to not at least offer some reciprocation.

However, you simply shook your head. “I’m alright. You look exhausted, and I’m fine with just relaxing tonight.”

“Bloody hell. You’re so good to me, lass.” Demo kissed your cheek. “But tomorrow, I’ll pay it back. Ye won’t know what hit ye!”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you giggled, snuggling closer to him. “Too bad I don’t have any fancy piercings to impress you with.”

There was a lull in the conversation. You could tell Demoman was thinking, and you waited for him to break the silence. You glanced up, watching his neutral expression switch to a smirk.

“Ye know, I’ve been thinking about getting some more. Maybe a tongue piercing. Certainly would make going down on ye a bit more interesting.” If he could have, he would have winked.

Your blush returned full force. You had told Demoman he didn’t need to reciprocate, but he was making it pretty difficult to stick to your word. You squeezed your thighs together, playing it off with a laugh.

“I'm not sure I’m brave enough to get a genital piercing,” you said, trying to switch the subject to something a bit less conspicuous.

“Aye, it can be a bit much.” He looked you up and down. “I think ye should get two right here.” Demoman reached forward, pinching your nipples. He quickly let go when you squealed, opting instead to splay his hands over your chest, caressing you gently.

You tried to act annoyed as Demo chuckled at your reaction, but his laughter proved to be contagious. Both of you were high on endorphins to the point that the smallest things seemed humorous. It wasn’t long before there were tears in your eyes from how hard you were laughing.

“Maybe we can start a bit smaller,” you suggested, still trying to talk through giggles that threatened to spawn new fits of laughter. “How about a nose ring?”

Demoman, still struggling to catch his breath, gave you a soft smile, draping an arm over your body to pull you closer. “I think that’s a good start.”

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crabonfire · 2 years

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ONE BED TROPE??????? o m gosh!!!

I love this trope. anyways its all the same scenario, one bed, wake up in each others arms, you get the jist of it!!

characters: Scout, Soldier, Pyro and Demoman!!!

warnings: none!!

note: this is part 1, part 2 will have the rest of the mercenaries!! wooooo oh btw he/him pyro and its not mentioned but I just wanna say he's chubby hehe ok ok enjoy!!!

Lemme set the scene

Yall are sent on a mission, the only place available was this hotel and it was BOOKED. You only managed to get one room which meant you were staying together, now the problem is...there's one bed.

♡Scout♡

• panicking internally and very obviously sweaty

• "scout there's one bed-"

"YEAHHHHHHH WELL UH...I could always uhhh sleep on the floor ya know?"

"What?? Dude no way. I'll sleep on the floor."

"My ma would KILL ME if she knew I let somebody else sleep on the floor, ILL sleep on the floor."

• he's pretty nervous but no way is he gonna let you sleep on the floor. He's sleeping on the floor. That's that.

you two just hang out in the room, both real confused on what to do. Well, mostly you. You feel like an ass for making him sleep on the floor, so you come up with the brilliant idea of sleeping together.

• "Hey scout, why don't we just...sleep together in the bed?"

He immediately stops drawing and turns to you fasted than Usain bolt himself. "WHAAAA???? I mean...I don't mind and stuff but like ya know I-" He rambles on obviously flustered by the idea.

"No no it's okay, it's not like we're gonna be doing anything weird."

"Totally! Just...just two good pals...sleepin' in the same bed. This is awesome."

• so now after some time, you both decide its time for shut eye. very awkwardly, he slides next to you in bed? It's not a small bed, but he still feels so suffocated by all the nervousness he has right now. 'Cmon Jeremy, just sleepin together...in the same bed. Nothin' weird about it. Like they said. Stop bein' so nervous...WHY AM I SO NERVOUS.' he's trying his best to sleep and get it over with but his thoughts are crowding him. Nervous wreck.

• your nervous yourself but hey, you gotta sleep so you suck it up and sleep before he does.

• his thoughts are cut off by your quiet snoring, turning to look at you. Your already fast asleep, your cheek smooshed into the pillow as your chest rises calmly. Your so peaceful when you sleep, he can't help but admire you for a bit.

• "goddamnit. your even cute when you sleep, that's ain't fair Y/N." He can't help but smile, he knows that was the corniest thing he's ever said but honestly he just can't help himself.

• he finally calms down and settles in a comfortable position, facing you.

dududu morning time

• he wakes up first, he isn't a heavy sleeper at all.

he's a bit confused to the warmth he's feeling. he looks down to see you cuddling his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist.

his cheeks heat up, as he struggles to say or think. is this real?? is he dreaming??? are you actually hugging him right now??? OH mh god????msmsmzm

• he doesn't say anything, what is there to say? why would he want to say anything? honestly, he doesn't want you to wake up because he likes this. he likes your arms around him, so sound asleep...it makes him feel nice.

He rests his head on top of yours, a goofy smile on his face as he goes back to sleep.

♡Soldier♡

• he wants to get an early rest so he can be up and ready for tomorrow, he barges into the room with you following behind. Your surprised at the fact there's just one bed, but he is not bothered.

• "oh- soldier there's only one bed."

"YES. I CAN SEE THAT! I GUESS WE'LL JUST HAVE TO SHARE."

"OH? uh okay!"

• he rushes to the bathroom to change while you unpack your stuff and just sit by the bed. It's a bit of a relief to know he's not feeling awkward about it all.

But in reality, your dead wrong.

In the bathroom, he can't help but feel a bit nervous. It's not like he's never done this, he's slept together with many other mercs, especially demo because they get drunk and accidentally fall asleep on top of each other. (Lmao)

But with you? oh boy. He has an inner monologue that is just him comforting himself.

'Get over yourself! You, are a SOLDIER! And SOLDIERS DO NOT GET SCARED!'

'EEEEXACTLY. THERE IS NOTHING TO BE SCARED OF. THANKS ME.'

'YOUR WELCOME, ME!'

• gets over it quite fast, and quickly settles into bed.

"Oh? Your sleeping already?"

"YES. A SOLDIER MUST GET HIS REST! I DO NOT WANT TO FAIL THIS MISSION."

"Haha, cool! I'm just gonna do stuff then."

"YOU...ARENT SLEEPING?"

"No, not yet anyways."

"..NO! YOU MUST SLEEP. SLEEP IS GOOD."

"Oh? But I'm not tired-"

"NONSENSE. YOU MUST SLEEP NOW CADET, THAT IS AN ORDER."

"Pfft-okay okay, I'll sleep."

• you get up to change too and get back in, he's keeping his eye on you. It's like he's waiting for you to sleep so he can sleep too, it's kinda weird but his intentions are good.

You get in next to him, shimmying into the covers as you get into a comfortable position. He sleeps facing the ceiling, stiff as a board.

"I AM GOING TO SLEEP NOW. GOODNIGHT CADET."

"night solly."

• yall sleep like babies, there's the occasional feeling of discomfort by soldier accidentally hitting you in the face because his once stiff as a board sleeping position is now a position that looks demonic. But it's not too bad, you both still get your bed rest.

dududududududuuuuuu mooorrning

• he wakes up the moment the clock strikes 8, it's like he has an alarm inside of his brain that goes off when it does and boom he feels like he's gonna combust.

your...spooning him. head rested on your chest, his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist as your head is resting on his.

He's grinning. bro is giddy 💀 delighted 💀 bro is rejoicing rn 💀

But in all seriousness, he's so happy. He chuckles, then stops because he's scared to wake you up. And sadly he does, causing you to pull back a bit.

• "mmmmm...soldier?" You realise the position your in and your eyes widen, cheeks red from embarrassment.

You pull back, making him frown. "I'm so sorry man oh my gosh-" You apologise. "THERE IS NO NEED FOR APOLOGIES PRIVATE! I LIKE IT. LETS DO IT AGAIN." It seems as it's not just you who's red, but so is he. His cheeks are flushed, but he's filled with such confidence it makes you feel...Happy.

"I...well-okay! I like it too."

It was an awkward response definitely but, you did like it. Its just a bit surprising to hear that your crush likes it when you accidentally spoon him. He leans into you, wrapping his arms around you as he did and pressing his head gently tly onto your chest.

Your heart beats fast. But you feel relieved, this is a sign right? He likes you back? Probably. You don't really wanna think right now, you wanna feel him. You wrap your hands around his neck, holding him gently. You two stay like that for a bit, being in each others embrace. Well until someone knocks on your door, disrupting your special moment and pissing the fuck outta soldier.

Honestly, your a bit mad too.

You two spend the rest of the day with each other, talking, messing around and sometimes you two will glance at each other and smile at the eye contact in the middle of the mission, its real sweet.

♡Pyro♡

• like Soldier, totally unbothered.

• and also like soldier, a teensy bit nervous.

'Oh my goddd?? Im gonna sleep with them!!! yay!! but also oh my gosh I'm gonna sleep with them'

• he is real happy to be able to sleep with you tho, but boy is just worried to scare you off. he knows your nice and wouldn't judge him but still, the insecurity is there.

• "Oh dude, there's one bed."

"Mmmmhh mmfhh mmmhd mmhmf mmh mmhhd!" (Guess we'll have to sleep together!)

"Aha, okay. Are you okay with it though? I don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable."

"Mmmh, mmh mmhhd." (Nahh, its okay.)

• he's just glad your okay with it too.

• You two just talk until you both feel tired, as you change into your pajamas and he does too, but he keeps the mask on. He's not too happy about how he looks, and he's glad you understand.

• you both slip into bed, he gives you tons of space that he's almost out of the bed.

"Pyro, your gonna fall of the bed if you keep getting so far."

"Mmmhh mmh mmhhm. Mm mmhhd mmhhmdd mmhd mmh mmhhdd." (I'll be fine. I just wanna give you space.)

"That's sweet but, it's okay man. Come closer."

"Mmhfhfhhf mmhhf!" (Hahdhdhhf okay!)

• he scooches closer to you and faces you, he's so happy you can't see his face right now because he is FLUSHED. bro looks like a tomato under that mask.

"That's better. Goodnight pyro."

"Mmmhn." (Night.)

• his world is colorful with that mask, but even without it he feels so bright with you. and when your so close to him? he can't help but feel a bit shy. yet, he starts to feel the drowsiness get to him, and he soon falls asleep after you do.

skiddibap boo powww!!!! it's the sun time

• he wakes up, head on your shoulder as he's holding you from behind. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist making him feel even more flushed than he was that night. He doesn't move or say anything, try as he might, he's so fucking nervous right now.

Your breathing slow and steady, nothing like what he's going through. His breathing is LOUDD because of the mask. You don't wake up though, your too comfortable like this. The urge to squeal like a school girl is strong but he resists. Sighing in pure joy as he tightens his grip around you. He doesn't even bother anymore and just goes back to sleep.

♡Demo♡

• he's pretty calm about it

• "it's fine lass, I don't mind sleepin' on the floor."

"No no i wouldn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. I'll sleep on the floor."

"Hm, why don't we sleep together eh? I mean, if yer alright with it."

"Oh! Uh...yeah totally!"

"Okay. Don't be so nervous eh? I ain't gonna bite ye."

"Haha, yeah."

• he's not nervous at all, infact he sees this as an opportunity to be closer to you. He was already happy to be your assigned partner for the mission, so this is kind of the kicker of it all.

You two talk a lot, he asks about stuff you'd normally not talk about at work and it's super calming to be around him. Heck, you two even stay up to watch some movies that are on the TV.

After a movie marathon with him, you start to feel sleepy. He does too, you two decide its time to rest and get comfortable under the bedsheets.

"Goodnight Tavish."

"Night lass."

It's pretty calming...until you wake up at 2 am because he's wrapping his arms around your arm and not letting go. He has a weird ass sleeping position, he grips you tightly like if he let go you'd dissappear.

You try to gently push him off but he won't budge, you give up after a couple attempts and sleep like that.

yk what time it iss.....Sun time part 4

• you wake up before he does, and wowwww

Your held against his chest. Your held in a warm embrace as his head leans on yours. His breath warm on your skin, he mumbles and mutters random incoherent sentences as he snores. You can't really process what position your in, as you feel too tired to do anything. But after you do process it, your eyes widen and you feel hot. Though, it feels nice like this. You feel warm.

He goes on, just mumbles. Of course he talks in his sleep.

"Demo? Tav?"

You get a mumble in reply, making you giggle. You smile and go back to sleep. Even though it was time to get up, the mission could wait right?

end wooo

it was difficult trying to describe different ways of cuddling even tho it was the same scenario for every goddamn character but ykw its FINE anyways WOOO I'm back babeyyyy midterms are next week but writing makes me happy anyways WOOOOOOOOOOO

#tf2 #tf2 x reader #scout x reader #soldier x reader #pyro x reader #demoman x reader #demo x reader #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 x reader #team fortress 2 headcannons #i love men so much #sometimes i think abt how demoman exists and a part of me smiles #i love men #so so sooo much

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mediocre-quill-ink · 1 year

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The mercs dating reader with noise sensitivity

I'm autistic with noise sensitivity. Most of my overstimulation comes from multiple people talking at once, yelling, fireworks, sirens, etc. I just wanted to write some of my favorite mercs reacting to reader who has noise sensitivity. Not all of these will be romantic because I don't feel that for some of them, but oh well. I'm writing this for myself anyway.

Content: negative stimming, more autistic medic. Scout is trying. Blood and gore warning for medics section. Sorry some parts are longer than others. Also I left out pyro and heavy, I'm sorry I just don't know how to write them.

Scout:

He's a loud guy. He's has little volume control. A very bousty fella. But that's until he met you. I'm not gonna lie to you and say he's quit being a routy guy, but he tries to. Oftentimes, he'll catch himself shouting or arguing with someone, but then he looks over to see you overwhelmed, squeezing your eyes shut, covering your ears, slimming, etc, and immediately tries to quiet down. He'll try to get close to you and ask if you're alright and apologize.

"Oh shit. Babes, are you alright? I got too loud again, didn't I? I'm sorry. Hold on." He'll give you a quick hug and kiss and then take the person he's arguing with to another room and try to "quietly" solve the situation. Aka cut out the yelling and skip to the fighting. You'll even hear him occasionally im the other room shouting, "I said, keep it down, chump!" He'll come back all bruised, and if you're still having trouble calming down, he'll take you somewhere more private and try to help you relax. Blankets, music, TV, etc. He's not great and volume control, but he's trying.

Medic:

He's one of the quieter mercs. Usually, writing or spending time in his lab fittling with whatever experiment he has. Aside from the occasional burst of God complexual claims or mad laughter or loud singing, he's pretty chill. But one thing that's incredibly grating, the sounds of his equipment. is easy to get overwhelmed by. So many drills and saws vurring. It's incredibly overwhelming and scary. You like to hang out in his lab alot, you two can talk while he works, and it's a great system. Especially, with how lonely he gets in the lab by himself. Your usually fine when he uses scopuples and other fairly silent tools, but when he pulls out the machine powered equipment, it's overwhelming. You can usually handle it through vigorous stimming.

One time, you two were talking, medic was busy with surgery, so he couldn't look at you too often. He pulled out the saw blade and began to wistfully cut through bone while continuing your conversion. You start stimming, trying to keep up with the conversation, but it's hard. Eventually, he turns his head to see your reaction to whatever he was talking about. And he sees you graiting your teeth, shaking your hands (or whatever you do) and asks, "Are you alright?" "Yeah I'm just a bit... overwhelmed." "Why?" "The saws. I don't like the sound." "Ohh. I see." He turns it off and abandons the body, walking up to you, covered in blood. "We certainly can't have that. Is there anything I can do to help?" "I'd like to drink some tea and watch (insert comfort show) if that's alright." "Of corse mein liebling." You'll both be half sitting, half laying down, and he'll do or get you whatever you need. "I'm sorry for asking so much, ludwig." You'd say after he's handed you your second cup of tea. "It's no problem, liebling. I get problems like that, too." You take the cup and he sits down next to you,"less so about volume and more about too much happening at once. Usually, when it's multiple people talking at once, reading and listening to any music with lyrics. Textures aren't any better, too." "Huh" you reply. "Thanks for telling me, I'll keep that mind."

Spy:

He's omw of the quietest of the mercs. Usually loud if he's trying to grab the attention of the rest of the team, but aside from that, he's quiet. It's his job, after all. Even in his stride, his breath, the sipping of his drinks are very soft. More normally than not, he's not the one inflicting the noise issues. Not to say it doesn't happen. Often, when he's scolding another merc. He'll lose his temper at Scout or soldier, and you happen to be walking into the room while it's happening.

"How many times do I have to tell you?? Grenades are NOT toys! You can't just toss them around as a prank!" His gaze quickly flashes over to you, trying to quickly cross through the room to get to where you need to, covering your ears. He face palms, dragging his fingers down his face and grumbles. Shit. He thinks. "Boys, I'll continue this conversation later. Don't be idiots." And quickly shoves past them. He doesn't rush to you. Quite the opposite. Slow strides. He tries to make it look like he casually bumped into you, but you both know that's false. Not that you mind. "Hello, y/n. Sorry about earlier." You shrig and give him a "it's alright." He knows you're fine now. The interaction wasn't very long, so you should be fine for the most part and are more than competent to deal with it yourself if there is still a problem. But he loves any excuse to pamper you. "That may be so, but I still owe you some form of apology." You chuckle, "Oh? And what may that be?" "Perhaps some... private time?" "Really? And in what way are you suggesting?" "Any way you'd like, ma colombe." He smiled back. God, he's to smoothe. Suddenly, an explosion is heard at the other end of the base, followed by scout and soldier laughing. You see, spy Rev up to scream, but he stops mid breath. Slowly letting out the air in his lungs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "crétins" he whispers. He takes a moment to calm before speaking to you "let's go, shall we?" You both cuddle in his smoking lounge in front of the fire, sipping on your favorite drinks and peacefully talk about your days.

engineer:

he's one of the sweetest ones out there. Let me just tell you right now. whatever you are most comfortable with, he'll go all out keeping you alright. he always keeps his voice down around you, never raises his tone, he always senses when something is wrong immediately. one issue, though, is the sound of... engineering. normally able to handle smaller sounds like wrenches, but the fact is when he's welding or using other power tools, it gets overwhelming. he usually insists on you leaving before he starts up work, but once or twice, he forgot. lost in conversation with you while setting up shop absent mindedly. he didn't realize till he looked up and saw you fidgeting your fingers and clenching your jaw. he almost immediately turned off the tool and started apologizing. "I'm so sorry, pumpkin. how ya doin'?" You tell him you're fine. didn't last too long. it'll take a couple of minutes for your nerves to go down, but you're fine. Because he knows you can handle it on your own, he kisses you on the cheek and told you he'd be out as soon as he's done. if it was a bigger reaction or longer run time on the noise, he'd immediately pack up shop and ask if you want his assistance.

i feel like he's less pushy about taking care of you. of course he does but he also has a lot of faith in you taking care of yourself. i mean they all do its just. with dell its easier to see. he worries he's to much of a nag tbh but he cares about you deeply. if you ever want or need him for calming down he's immediately on it.

demo

he's a loud dude .probably one of the loudest in the group. but he manages to keep quiet around you mostly. it takes him quite a bit to getting used to volume control tbh. i imagine he's kinda similar to scout in this scenario. he's trying. he keeps forgetting but he's trying and he immediately apologizes every time. also similar to scout when he does remember and some ones being loud he's gonna beat their ass lmao. "oi, bloke! me partner don't do well with volume keep it down!" he declares while shouting. he remembers when other people are doing it but is completely unaware when he's loud. just have patience he'll get it eventually lmao

soldier

oh boy.

there's no denying he's the loudest of the group. he doesn't even know he's screaming most of the time, it's just become how he speaks, so when he starts dating someone who's practically allergic to loud noise, he sweats bullets in realization he immediately thinks "I'm gonna be a shit boyfriend." he takes a while to quiet down for sure. again, no grasp on volume control, but he feels so bad about it it.

he'll say the sweetest things to you while shouting and you're trying to listen and show appreciation but its volume it to grating. he sees how you respond he he just panics "IM SORRY CADET" and your forcing a smile and telling him its alright but he sees your still fidgiting and stimming and goes "IM STILL YELLING ARNT I?" you nod trying to keep calm. "IM SORRY" and then he panics and walks off. i feel like there was a moment after that he just tried to avoid you. he didnt like that feeling of being the cause of harm to the person he loved. it made you worry after a while. after days of him completly avoiding you you confront him. about why hes been acting so strange. he hands you a letter stating hes sorry. hes worried to talk to you cause he dosnt want to hurt you. There's gonna be a good bit in your relationship where he communicates to you strictly through pen and paper lmao

Sniper

You never have issues with him being loud. He always has his voice at a neutral tone, he's very patient and understanding when you get overstimulated. He's not the issue here. Bless him. It's the guns. Guns are kinda his whole thing. He knows not to use them around you, but there's been a few times you drove to the shooting range to drop off lunch cause he forgot to pack, and it was just incredibly jarring and overwhelming. When he eventually spotted you he came over as soon as he could and checked if you're alright.

"Thanks for coming over, love. Sorry about the noise, you alright?" You nod handing him the lunch. "I'm fine. Feeling a bit anxious and probably a little irritable but I'll recover enough soon." He fidgited with his hat before responding "d' ya want to hang out with me for a little bit? The scenery should help." "Yes, I'd like that."

#tf2 #tf2 fics #tf2 concepts #scout x reader #spy x reader #engineer x reader #medic x reader #sniper x reader #demo x reader #autistic reader #sensory issues #soldier x reader

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fatgumsurpremacy-remastered · 1 year

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Ask and ye shall receive

Characters Demon and Heavy x reader Headcannons

•Demo: Demo is the type of man to take sneaky little pictures of you so that he can make it into a gift book for you. Note, these pictures are bad and unflattering but they have cute notes written by him explaining why he took it.

•The only arguments he allows himself to get into are the silly ones like what you’d do on the trolley problem. He comes up with the most batshit things for that and it leads to him being goofy and exclaiming divorce before gathering any animals or figurines close.

•He enjoys making things for you, unironically, and he will be sad if you use another (more efficient tool) in place of it. He once made you a mug that you wouldn’t be able to clean properly ever so you turned it into a vase and let it hold your date flowers. He pouted over this but grew to love it in time.

•He claims that plaid looks great on everyone as an excuse to get you to wear his older shirts. He finds they look great on you but refuses to outwardly admit that it’s because of the reason it is.

Heavy: Heavy constantly Carrie’s animals into the house. It’s an issue, he’s aware it’s an issue, but he can’t control the urge to. He always claims that they were being attacked but they can just be chilling and you’d turn around to heavy grabbing them and putting them in his shirt.

•He gets very competitive about shows like jeopardy or the price is right. If he is not correct he’ll rant all night about the show; then he’ll go and watch another episode to satisfy himself.

•He enjoys writing short stories and a lot of them are similar to how the two of you first met. He can’t help but feel cheesy for writing them in the firstplace.

•He has a habit for spacing out at you for long periods of time before coming back in and blurting what he noticed before he spaced.

•He is so happy whenever you cook because that means that he a) gets to eat something that’s likely new, or b) gets to see how you make the dish and remark on your skills. He’s not the most precise in the world due to his size but he tries to help where he can.

#demo x reader #heavy x reader

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kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings · 1 year

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We need Dilf!Muzan headcannons now since you plotted that image in my head

Hehehe (ﾉ∀`♥) Of course! I love a DILF, especially dilf!Muzan~

And he lives in my head rent free! So i'm glad it's gotten into someone else's head or else i'd have burst!

Here's a little something with some DILF Muzan awhile back which was just me bouncing idea's around (￣∀￣.) - HERE

Also I'm more than happy to write this as a oneshot or mini series of something (＠＾▽＾＠.) cause the mental image is vivid on my brain and has me in a chokehold....

But anyway!

Dilf! Muzan Kibutsuji Headcanons:

Dilf!Muzan who accidentally bumps into you when shopping with his son and daughter, browsing the toy section with his kids babbling away in the trolley

Who's eyes shine as he talks to his kids, pointing gently to different toys and teddy bears and giving soft praise when they've picked without fuss - a mech that lights up and a helicopter with shootable missiles

All tall and broad

All pretty eyed with long black eyelashes

Sculptured brows and chiseled features

Dressed casually but still oozing with a certain charisma -

Black t-shirt hugging his form perfectly with grey tracky bottoms that sit tantalizing on his hips - throat becoming dry at the sight

His trolley knocks into yours and your heart skips a beat at his smooth silk voice apologizing for the brief moment of havoc

Who's hand is warm and larger than yours as he offers a handshake, nails as perfect as the rest of him

Taking in the feint blush across your cheeks and the stuttering breathe you take before introducing yourself

"And these two?" you ask with a soft grin "Who are these cuties?"

DILF! Muzan, who grins with a boyish charm, showing off canine and a set of dimples that make your heart stop

"These are my pride and joy," He says with a beaming smile "My daughter Chiyo and my son Kaito"

Chiyo (meaning 'a thousand generations') who's hair sits in beautiful inky waves down her back with eyes of soft pink, a gaze of childish wonder at the bright lights of the shop and shelves

Kaito (meaning 'Soaring over the ocean') with eyes of clear ruby and short wavy hair of ivory who blinks at you with a curiosity

You can't help but coo at them - "Aren't you adorable!" before turning to look at muzan with a smile

"You and your partner must be so proud of these two! I know I would be!" + "Ah, I'm single"

Que a silence that makes you want to die on the spot... Before your saved by his soft smile - "it's okay, it happens all the time"

You insist on making it up to him

Afterwards, each week you both meet each other - sometimes by accident sometimes on purpose - in the shop, following each other around and talking before parting ways after paying

Until one day he offers you a piece of paper, his gaze averted with a feint blush - "It's my number...." He murmurs "I thought we could go for coffee next week if your free"

A false bravado slipping onto his face as he turns to look you in the eyes, voice raising into a question "Thats if....if your alright with going out with dad of two?"

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yuri-is-online · 1 month

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Can I request a kind of song fic? You know the song national anthem? The part where it says "red, white, blue is in the sky. Summers in the air, and baby heavens in your eyes". Can I have that with the first 3 dorms? Love your writing!

The familiar tone of cicadas and flushing greens bring about a stereotypical image of summer, and with it the reality of nearly a full year away from your world. No one has said it out loud yet, but it really does look like Twisted Wonderland is going to be your forever home, so it really is time you start thinking about what you want your future to look like...

And someone really seems to want a staring role in it.

I don't listen to Lana at all so I spent a brief moment wondering why someone was requesting I do a song fic based on the American National Anthem. Anyway I listened to the song a few times and came up with an idea, and then another, and another and I am so sorry this took forever. I hope you enjoy. notes: they/them used for Yuu, all scenarios are meant to take place over summer break, and contain a lot of summer themes. Going to the club and making out with Cater, possessive Leona, and mentioned vehicular manslaughter with Floyd. Other than that pretty tame. For other fic please look to my masterlist here.

Heartslabyul

Riddle

Riddle doesn’t know much about happiness now that he thinks about it.

He assumes he was happy when he played with Trey and Chenya all those years ago, and his mother had always been so insistent that true happiness came from doing well in his school work, and Riddle can say he gets something like happiness from his grades. But then if that is “happiness” then what is this? It doesn’t feel like it deserves quite the same word as what he feels like when he gets a good grade, and he certainly doesn’t get the same feeling of “happiness” from Trey as he does from you. There’s a sting of pain to it that compels him to smile, to stay as close to you as possible when you speak.

“I’ll miss you when you’re gone.”

That was where the pain had to have come from, but you’re here with him now and he knows you won’t be going back to that great somewhere you had come from and being next to you still hurts.

“Here.” You tap your metal sparkler ignites his and you smile, wide and free in an attempt to encourage him to enjoy himself. You must have noticed how tense he is, something that doesn’t change as he tries to force his focus on the sparkler. It’s simple, short, putting out a bunch of yellow sparks that he swears it shouldn’t have the strength to. It’s a lot like him, he supposes, he holds it out and up further and watches it spark down, the burnt edges sagging under their own weight as it rages against the night sky and tries to rival the stars. “Are you going to draw anything?”

“Huh?” He’s supposed to be having fun. Are you disappointed in him? No, you seem to have expected this, you're reaching for new sparklers and fumbling looking for something.

“If you twirl the sparkler through the air it’ll leave light behind. It looks like drawing shapes.” You take the risk of nodding towards Ace and Deuce, who he thinks are trying to draw their card suits from how Ace is pointing and Deuce’s face and laughing at the brief flicker of a spade he thinks he sees. “It won’t stay for long but it’s still fun.” A lighter, he recognizes the click before he turns back around to you and sees you fumbling with it. Your hands must be cold, he can’t be happy with that but the strange feeling surges and compels him forward with the gentlest of fires he’s ever conjured.

“You’re the expert, so I’ll trust your advice.” You jump slightly with the sparks and laughter, saying something he doesn’t hear as he takes his sparkler and joins you in drawing little hearts in the air. It has to be a silly thing he’s said for you to laugh so much, but he means it so. If he lets you point out the fun things, he thinks as you toss your second set of spent sparklers into the bucket of water and hold out the next for him to light, he can busy himself with the practical. And maybe together you can both learn to enjoy that thing called happiness you both don’t know much about.

Trey

“Don’t you think you are being unfair?” The words come out even though it has got to be pointless to say it; Trey has to know why else would his smile be so “strained,” why else would he be so determined to keep from making eye contact? And furthermore he has to know you know, that’s why he is standing so close to you despite this new no eye contact rule.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He continues looping icing in detailed patterns across a particularly complicated cake that you have to stop and stare at in wonder, could you ever get that good? Trey must have a great deal of patience to do such technical work, shame he has also decided to use that skill to test yours. You huff and look at your own work, Trey has to know you’ve been looking at him, people can feel the weight of other’s eyes right? Let’s see how he functions without your attention.

Fine, you assume he’ll be fine, he’s always so unbothered by anything you do. Cater has always insisted otherwise, but you swear he’s uncaring too.

“Maybe you should intern at a cake shop.” You do your best to mimic his voice and he chokes on his laugh, it takes a great deal of strength and perhaps patience that rivals Trey’s own to not turn and look. His laugh is so genuine you could mistake it for joy. “That’s what you said.”

“I did, didn't I? Good advice that.” His voice is a bit closer now, you try not to think about how that’s possible, you were already working so close to one another how could he get even closer without touching you? Why do you want him to touch you…

“Why didn’t you just invite me here?” That has got to sound more pathetic than it does biting, it certainly feels that way. “I applied to three separate places, and before I even completed the first line on your little questionnaire I got a call back from them congratulating me on getting hired here.” Trey doesn’t so much as flinch, you see him in the corner of your eye, pretending to adjust his glasses and inspect your work.

“Maybe I wanted some plausible deniability.” He’s so sincere you finally look at him and only sort of regret it when you see his triumphant smile. “But someone got a bit too excited about a friend from NRC finally visiting and chased everyone else off.” You snort.

“I can’t imagine Cater’s never wanted to come here, what with how he talked it up so much.”

“He has mentioned it once or twice.” Trey adjusts a strawberry on a cupcake next to you, out of nerves more than need as he wonders over how to word what he wants to stay next. “But I am glad you decided to come. I was worried you would say no.” You snort and Trey laughs slightly as he watches you squirm in indignance and tries not to focus on your lower lip’s quiver.

“Why on earth would I say no? I’ve been curious about this place since forever.” There’s flour on your apron he wants to smear on your face as an excuse to touch you and ignore the aching annoyance in his chest. I don’t want you to be curious about the shop, everyone is. I want you to be curious about me.

“Well there are more interesting ways to spend your summer than next to an oven.” He says it nonchalantly as his thumb lingers on your nose just a bit longer than it should and your annoyance fades in place of something he doesn’t know but wants to oh so badly.

“Well maybe I just didn’t have anything better to do.” He loves how pretend annoyed you get with him, the way your nose twitches and your eyes dart to look anywhere but him. “And maybe I’ll not have anything better to do this winter or next summer either.” He loves the security he has to indulge in those little things, even if you can’t ever go back to your old home.

“Oh? That’s a real shame.” He finally moves his thumb down your cheek and curls his fingers just under your chin to force you to look at him, to beg you to see a new possibility in his eyes. “I can fix that.”

Cater

Cater inviting you places wasn’t a new thing, but you had really expected it to become an old one once he hit his fourth year and didn’t constantly see you irl and have to pretend he was as invested in your friendship as you were. Was that a cruel thing to think? Sure. Did you hate yourself for it? Absolutely. Was it partially a product of your overwhelming fear of the consequences of opening up to someone with abandonment issues when you were all but guaranteed to permanently abandon him in a way that was so much worse than any of his previous friends?

Well now you were just being way too serious for the type of trip you were currently on. You’ve never seen so many flashing lights outside of a nightmare but Cater certainly looks like he’s having the time of his life on the dance floor with Lilia and Kalim while you sit next to Trey being “boring” in the corner. Not that you shouldn’t be at the club, you've just got a lot on your mind and no place to think it.

“You don’t have to sit here with me if you want to.” You apologize and Trey laughs, surprisingly not at all awkward.

“I’d make a total fool of myself, and I don’t want to end up on magicam being called someone’s dad. Again.” He swirls his drink in his hand and you look down at yours; you’re at a beach if you didn’t remember because of the stray sand in your shoes you would know by the little umbrella in your cup and the cheekily unbuttoned hawaiian shirt that displays the beads around Cater’s neck as he makes sure to fill your entire vision and steal your breath.

“Yuuuuu, c’mon dance with me.” He grabs both your hands in his, intertwining your fingers and pulling out to the floor with the force of his voice as much as his grip. “Can’t let you stay in the corner allll night, I’d be a bad senior!” You think you hear Kalim and Lilia say something to Trey, but Cater’s so close to you, you can’t really hear anything, not even the music or the last call from the bar that sends you and your friends into the street stumbling back towards the hotel Kalim had insisted on booking. “They’re certainly having fun.” Cater hasn’t let go of your hand, thumb circling your palm before finally resting nearby your pulse point. “Sort of a shame to call it quits now.” So he says but you can see the night’s been getting to him.

“If you need a break I don’t think anyone will blame you.” You squeeze his hand and a little of Cay Cay’s smile returns to Cater’s face as he squeezes back. “Do you want me to let you sleep when we get back to the rooms?”

He doesn’t respond immediately. Those serious thoughts from before bring you back to reality and you finally see how far behind you’ve lagged from the rest of your group.

“I want to hear your voice.” The dull fear of abandonment snakes through you both and coaxes out Cater’s words he’d probably wouldn’t have ever said if you weren’t staying and he was completely sober. It hitches in your breath as he looks at you, Cater’s real unguarded smile on his face as he lets the boardwalk lights shade him in their perfectly imperfect artificial shine. “I want to hear you say we’re besties out loud again, I want it to be real. Because I’m mad I screwed things up before thinking you’d be gone when you’re so desperately real.” You wave the others on ahead, they shake their heads with knowing looks as you stop and lean into Cater, pressing your foreheads together and staring deep into each other’s eyes searching for something neither wants to admit was always there. “You don’t deserve to be stuck here.”

“You don’t deserve to be stuck in your own head.” He flinches and you reach to touch his cheek, could you kiss him here? Would that be moving too fast? “I’ll be just fine, Cater.”

“But I want to keep you stuck here with me.” He mumbles, and makes the move to kiss for you. Your arms move around his neck and your hands thread through his hair, pulling him close as he never dared to be.

You’ve got all sorts of things you want to say out loud, just for him to hear.

Ace

“It’s so hot.” Whines Grim, his bright smirk completely betraying his intent as you try not to sigh too loudly as you look over the prices at this ice cream stand Ace had convinced you to check out. “I reeeeeally wish we had an ice cream sundae right now, don’t you hench human?”

“You already had half a watermelon earlier,” you mutter “if I get you a whole sundae you might get sick.” He won’t. Grim almost never gets sick. You’ve seen him eat and rank literal dirt. But still you already are going to be carrying back the groceries Ace’s mom asked for and didn’t need something difficult to carry. Thankfully there always seems to be something for cats in the Queendom of Roses because the seller helpfully pipes up that he has a tuna flavored push pop that Grim immediately begs for instead.

You consider getting the same one for Ace, but his childish joy when you pass him a cherry popsicle before opening your own is almost worth the missed joke. “Aww nice, about time you paid me back for everything I do for you.” Almost. You roll your eyes and take your share of the grocery bags, half heartedly fighting for Ace to let you take more of them. He won’t let you, nodding towards Grim in way of an excuse as if the little monster ever lets you take his paw. He’s been doing a lot of things like that while you’ve been staying with his family, it’s actually been sort of nice. There has been a sort of domestic give and take between you two for a long time now that you think about it, probably since the first time he tried to sneak his way into your bed, that has translated into something like a routine. His family has been nice enough not to say anything about it but you know they see it too. “Hey you have work tomorrow right?”

“Yeah.” You try to blink your way back to a more normal state of mind. “Do you want me to bring you back anything?”

“Nah I’ll just text you if I think of something when I’m on my way to pick you up.” Ace says it so nonchalantly you have to wonder what old Ace would say. The one who made fun of you for not having magic and ditched a girlfriend without saying anything for being boring, or did you never actually know that guy and got lucky enough to meet the ace of hearts instead?

“Ya don’t always gotta walk them.” Grim snorts, unimpressed as always in a way that never fails to make you smile. “Yuu isn’t gonna disappear! Headmage said they were here to stay.” Ace rolls his eyes and you laugh. For some reason he never fails to take bait from Grim.

“That’s not what it’s about, dummy, walking alone is dangerous.”

“Yeah Grim,” you teasingly scratch his little head “besides the only one who isn’t going to be around forever is Ace.”

“Do you really think I won’t be around forever?” Ace actually looks offended, sounds it too and you find yourself indignant.

“You’ve got to have a life eventually.” You shrug. “Deuce and me, school, that doesn’t last forever.” “You can be a part of that life too you know?!” It’s not the closest to a confession you’ve ever gotten from Ace, but it’s certainly the loudest. “Look, I get you’ve got a lot going on in your mind right now, and you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I’ll sit outside that door waiting for you to be ready, and I’ll still be there even if that day never comes. If you’re really in trouble I’ll bust down that door, just because you’re forced to be here doesn’t mean you’re alone.” You wait. You wait for the back track, the joke, the step back into the comfort of the friend zone but it doesn’t come. He looks you in your eyes and keeps walking forward towards home. “You have me, you know?” You’ve always had me.

Deuce

Sometimes you forget how abnormal Deuce is. Probably because it’s a normal sort of abnormality, if any such thing exists, that doesn’t involve magic or monsters and you would have been able to wrap your mind around no matter what time and place you had met in. But that doesn’t mean Deuce is not capable of doing or saying things that surprise you.

“Let’s make a pillow fort.” He says, the familiarity of his joy the only thing that’s keeping you from screaming about his words. “I’ve never made one before, it’ll be fun!”

“Oh I refuse to believe that.” You laugh but refuse to protest, Ace isn’t here to bring down the mood and there’s no way Grim would deny something that he thinks is guaranteed to involve popcorn from the few times you’ve camped out in the Ramshackle Lounge and watched TV together. And to be fair that’s also your plan for tonight, Deuce has a bunch of movies he’s been determined to show you since you agreed to stay over for the Summer.

“Well maybe back when I was a kid with my mom.” He certainly has enough blankets for it, but then what self respecting house doesn’t have a few extras? “I’ve never had a friend stay over before…” If you were in a different mood, if his flushed face wasn’t so cute, you might tease about how you had been here before with Epel, Ortho, and Silver but there’s a tone to the way he says friend. It’s the way he makes sure to lie as close to you as possible in your little fort and watches you as much as the movie that tells you that he feels, even if he doesn’t think, that this is somehow different. “Have you?” He asks it late, as the credits roll on your third or fourth movie and Grim snores. “I thought maybe we could do something normal for once, but I forgot to ask.” You laugh and roll your head onto his shoulder and allow yourself to really think about things.

“Thank you.” It’s the first thought you have, surprising you both. But should it? There’s something warm and comforting about being with Deuce. Natural even. “I can’t say I’m happy but I feel closer to home than I have in a while.” Deuce squeezes your hand and rests his head on top of yours.

“I’m glad. I- know I shouldn’t be but I am sort of happy you’re still here.” He wants to say he’s happy you are staying, but he knows he can’t. It would be too cruel and Deuce knows he can’t really understand the depth of what you’ve lost or make up for it with sleep overs or movie nights. But he does so want to try. “I promise I’ll do my best to make your time here worth it, I meant what I said during Starsending. I want you to be there when I get my badge, I want to make you proud of me too.”

“I’d say I’ll be the loudest in the room but I’ve met your mom.” You sleepily quip and he laughs. “And I’m already proud of you, Deucey.” His half open mouth freezes, his thanks stuck in the softness of your voice as he wills himself to sleep to sear the sound into his brain.

“Sweet dreams, Yuu.” He’ll make this a summer worth having, he swears it.

Savanaclaw

Leona

“You cannot have driven me out here just to nap.” Leona’s head is heavy and warm in your lap in stark contrast to the cool greenery that shades you from the rest of the palace.

“Can’t I?” He opens his eyes to look up at you with a gleam that’s just so smug it makes your heart flutter in what you have to work very hard to convince yourself is annoyance. “Because I could have sworn I just did.”

You aren’t sure why Leona invited you. That one time you had visited the Savannah before had been because Grim demanded, not because he wanted you there. Or at least that’s what you had thought but this time you had received an invitation, and though it had been worded more like a demand (must be a cat thing) it had been surprisingly thoughtful in its accommodations. Grim certainly had been happy enough to accept on your behalf even before Crowley had agreed to let you go.

“I’m just surprised you would want anyone with you to nap at all.” You had been afraid to touch him when you saw him, but you swear he wants you to play with his hair with how he purposely spreads it out, like he’s displaying for you. “I thought you’d be happy to be rid of me.”

“Maybe I would have been.” His bluntness is only dulled by its predictability, there’s something almost relieving about it if you’re honest. Everyone has been so insistent on saying they are happy you have stayed and just as eager to avoid talking about the specifics that worry you. Not Leona, he keeps his green eyes focused on you, striking right at the heart of things. “But you aren’t half as annoying as everyone else, even if you could stand to fight for yourself a bit more. Why do you think I invited you here anyway?”

“...so your family wouldn’t bother you about your duties?” He laughs, loud and free and so forceful he shakes your entire body with its pride.

“Well you’re half right.” He reaches up and pulls you down, rolling to the side so you’re lying in the bit of ground he’s warmed and caged in the safety of his arms with nowhere to run from the obvious truth. “You’re here because I want you to be.” The way he says it, the touch of his forehead against yours and the lull of his heartbeat, it’s like he’s daring you to think of your entire existence in Twisted Wonderland in terms of him and him alone. And he knows it, he has to he’s too smart to word his sayings in a way that would misconstrue his meaning. “What’s that shit you herbivores are always yammering on about? ‘Finding your family?’ Well I found you so you’re going to stay right?”

“Are you offering me citizenship, your majesty?” Because you have to make this a bit of a joke otherwise you’ll let him in on just how much power over you he really has.

“I’m offering you a home.” He’s surprisingly serious. “It’s dark, a bit shit, but you already like those sorts of places if your dorm is anything to go by. And you’re so annoyingly sunny I’m sure it’ll perk right up when you settle yourself in.” Just like he does as you move to hide your face in his chest, your breaths matching in the safe lull of slumber under the jungle’s starry sky.

Ruggie

“Man, I love Summer! People are just so much freer with their cash, y’know shishishishi.” Ruggie cackles as he settles himself into a booth, still somehow full of energy despite the day you’ve both had while you slump across from him. “Peak tourism season means loads of opportunities for work!”

“I know Leona said this place was popular but I guess I didn’t realize just how much.” Ruggie had been so proud to show you this barbeque place after your first night working at the resort with him, and you had been more than happy to know it on nights like this when you had worked overtime meeting some really pushy customers' needs for what felt like way too little money. Even though this gig paid pretty well some people just weren’t worth shit, something Ruggie knows all too well.

“Yeah, nothing on Sage’s Island ever gets this busy. You holding up ok?” Ruggie’s always like this while he’s on the job, you try to tell yourself he doesn’t mean too much by it, that he’s just checking up on you from a place of mutual understanding but it still feels good. Good enough that the smile you manage is genuine.

“Surprisingly, yeah.” You could really do with some more sleep than you are going to get when you return to Grim tonight, but then you always could. “What about you? You always look twice as busy as me and that’s saying something.”

“Aww, you worried about little old me? Kiiinda weird Yuu! I’m the senior here, I'm more used to this.” He’s the same smug Ruggie, brimming with enough confidence and infectious determination that perks you up just a bit. Or maybe it’s the fact your food’s come and you are determined to snatch up the utensils and cook before Ruggie can and use it as an excuse to keep all the best cuts for himself. He doesn’t jump to fight you tonight though, instead he looks contemplative. “Hey, are you sure you’re ok with how you spent your Summer?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” The meat sizzles on the grill, dampening the seriousness of the conversation with its pops, and Ruggie tries to focus on it but it’s clear he has been thinking about this for a while.

“Well, my invitation was kinda late. I was really surprised you didn’t want to spend your Summer hanging out with your friends.” You don’t say anything immediately, wondering how best to respond to someone who, admittedly, has never really admitted to being your friend despite you both regularly flirting with that and a much deeper concept.

“I mean I do.” It’s best to be honest with him, he won’t accept anything else even if it hurts to see you refuse to look at him as you flip the meat to cook its other side and continue thinking out loud. “But I’m going to be stuck here forever, I want to get a head start on some security. I can’t live in Ramshackle forever. And besides…” It’s best to be honest with him, you reassure yourself as you take a deep breath and give him the cut you know he’ll like best and stare deep into his eyes. “I was happy to hear from you and get a chance to see you again sooner.” His ears twitch and his eyes widen, words fumble out of his mouth without any real meaning as you both silently agree to table the conversation and eat your meal. The best meals aren’t rushed, and the best connections allow themselves the time they need to grow. You know you’ll both be ok, you promise yourself you will make sure of it.

Jack

“Jack, what is this thing again?” You ask slightly exasperated, not with the product or with him, just yourself for still not remembering the types of snack foods available in a basic convenience store after a whole school year in this world. For once, Jack doesn’t complain or pretend he doesn’t want to help, just dutifully walks over and looks at the package before putting it back on the shelf.

“It’s a type of chip, you liked this flavor better.” He adds it to his basket and you sigh, mutter an apology Jack doesn’t acknowledge verbally, instead touching your thigh gently with his tail. “Is there anything else you want to bring back to Sage’s Island with you? If you don’t remember until you get back…” I won’t send it to you. That’s what he wants to say, but he cuts himself off before he can. He can see your mind auto filling it in as you think, and he curses himself silently. What a fool he’d been, “I won’t need to do that I’ll just know” he hadn’t counted on lying to himself about how he felt. His mother had, she’d even laughed about it when he had tried to stumble around asking to let you visit.

“A soulmate is something you work for, Jack. It’s not given to you, you have to earn it.”

Jack likes to think he works hard. His grades are good, he’s in great shape, his unique magic is truly a gift and he isn’t taking it for granted but you. You’ve got two separate drinks held up to the light, neither of them are exclusive to the Shaftlands. You could get them at Sam’s any time but you are squinting as if you have truly never seen them before and he guesses that’s because it’s true. Why is it so hard to just speak to you? Is it because you're human?

“If you want something limited, those are over here.” He takes what you were looking at anyway. “My sister really likes this one.” I think you will too, it’s a lot like what you get from the vending machines. You nod and add it to the basket, turning towards the canned goods and insisting on getting some “fancy” tuna for Grim with a smile that stirs his soul and reassures him of what Jack knows is true even if he can’t speak about it.

“You think he’d notice even if it was different?” You are shaking your head as you look at the can, making jokes but not bothering to pretend you don’t care. It’s maddening, how bright you shine for those you care about and how little he can do to give that shine back to you.

“You can’t tell him how much it costs, otherwise he will insist it is.” That works, you laugh and his tail goes crazy, unable to hide how important your laughter is to him. I love you. That’s what he wants to say. “You should come back next summer.” But he doesn’t, he rubs his neck and looks at the shelves and thinks it so loud he swears his heart is halfway out of his chest. There’s a soft look in your eyes that he wants to think says you hear it, but he knows that he can’t take it as an excuse. Next summer I’ll say it. I’ll say it every day that you’re here, I promise. Your smile is everything he needs.

“I look forward to it.”

Octavinelle

Azul

There’s a picture on your phone you don’t think you were meant to see, but magicam lets you delete photos and Azul hasn’t done that yet. It’s been an hour, the little opened notification sits there taunting you both but still he doesn’t do anything. Not send a follow up message or delete the photo or anything and FINALLY you’ve had enough so you do something beyond reckless.

You call him. And he answers.

“Prefect! Always a pleasure to hear from you.” Azul sounds so infuriatingly put together you want to die. You bet he’s sat in some sort of fancy office, leaning back with a smug look on his face while you hug a pillow close to your chest, still in your pajamas seething with nerves over his little mistake. “Is there something I can do for you?”

“Did you mean to send me a picture of your menu for orientation?” You cringe at how upset you sound, because you really aren’t exactly. It’s silly to hope Azul would talk to you over the summer at all, and if he did of course it would be about business. That’s what talking with Azul is always about. “Oh and hello I guess.” But it still pays to be polite if for no other reason than the melodic laughter that you get to hear at what you're sure Azul sees as a cute mistake.

“I would have called you if I hadn’t.” He sounds like he is reassuring a child, but still pauses to keep you off your game before he continues. “I was expecting you to give your opinions on it, you have to have some don’t you?”

“Not for free.” You snort and he laughs again, slightly more awkwardly this time and you wish you could say that you didn’t feel bad, that you were as cold and calculated as the sea but neither of you are really. It isn’t wrong to want something is it? Azul is pro-greed, so surely he would understand you teasing him a bit to keep him in your life for just a bit longer. “Do you need my opinion for something?”

“Just to hear it.” Azul has a way of being so damnably dismissive about things it drives you insane. Just once you want to hear him say- “Besides, it’s been a while since we talked and I thought it would be a good ice breaker.” You choke on your own thoughts and almost break your jaw trying to keep him from hearing. “You’ll be there I trust?”

“Orientation?” Your throat hurts and it shows in your voice, that stupid octopus has got to be so smug right now it would be so insufferable to look at. You definitely aren’t thinking about it and it definitely isn’t making your struggle to breathe worse. “Or the Lounge? Because it’s not like I’ll have anything to do really if you want help or something… I am sort of curious about those house themed drinks, that's a stupid good idea for an orientation by the way.”

“I knew you’d get it!” Azul sounds so excited it’s almost pure. “You’ll have to come by beforehand so I can show you how to make them, it took so much time to get the correct flavor pallet for the Savanaclaw and Ignihyde ones you have no idea-”

And just like that he has you, he has you! You’re listening and talking to him through all of his explanations, probably sitting somewhere under a tree well put together with Grim on your lap and… smiling he hopes? While he is curled into a small ball in his room trying to pretend he knew this would work out exactly like he wanted the whole time.

You’ll be there. When the bell strikes and the mirror opens its gaze on NRC once again he won’t have to be nostalgic for flames and mayhem because you will be there. And this time he swears he’ll catch you for good.

Jade

It’s the last day of school and yet you have nothing to pack and nothing to do. The usual excitement that accompanies the final freedom of summer is sort of lost in that void of being unable to go home, and as ashamed as you are to admit it you think you’ll go crazy if you don’t have anywhere to go next summer. You already felt so overwhelmingly lonely when you first got the news, and you have heard these things get better but it doesn’t feel like it will. Even the knock at your door fills you with dread, you don’t want to ruin Ace and Deuce’s excitement with your bad mood. But that’s not what you see when you open your door.

“Hello prefect.” Jade Leech is tall, so tall he fills up the frame with his stiff figure that you always have noticed for how proper it is but today he seems even more rigid than usual. Guarded is the word you would use if you could ever picture him being afraid of you. “May I come in?” You nod and shut the door behind you both, your idle curiosity drowning out the danger signs as neither of you move or speak. Jade’s hands stay folded in front of him, yours stay at your sides as you wait. Wait wait wait for what you don’t know, hadn’t the twins told you they visited their parents over this break? His mother sounded lovely, why would he want to keep her waiting? “I was wondering…” He closes his eyes and brings his hand up to his chin as if he is deep in thought but it reads more like it is taking a lot out of him to say what he wants to “Would you be interested in climbing Mount Moln with me sometime?” Your breath catches in your throat, the memories of your trip to Harveston still somewhat fresh and inviting in their domesticity. You hadn’t thought he would remember that little conversation you’d had, but he does. His wide smile when he opens his eyes to see your fluster screams it’s haunted his dreams as much as it has yours. “I do seem to recall you expressed a desire to climb it, and since you will be staying with us for the foreseeable future I thought I would take my chance on the proposal.” Did he have to word it like that? It’s doing things to your heart.

“I did say that, didn't I?” You try to center yourself by closing your eyes, it’s always a bad thing to appear desperate around him but your mind insists on remembering. The feel of the snow, the smell of the woods and the bonfires, and of Jade whether he would believe you or not. Of the excitement in his voice when he named all the plants he knew, of the funny look on his face when his sled misbehaved, so passive as if it was happening to someone else and not him. And of the shiver of excitement at his ideas on how to sabotage the other team, whispered quietly in your ear so as not to alert Epel in an effort to convince you of his position. Or maybe now that you look at him he just wanted the excuse to be close. “Yes. Yes. I would like that very much.” Jade’s smile stretches to something as dangerous as it is thrilling as he takes his long desired excuse and closes the gap. “I will see you next week then. Make sure to pack your things.” You splutter and he takes a deep breath to savor the look as he traces your cheek and takes your weak protests in stride. He never did say you would be going to Mount Moln this summer, you need to train after all. Jade Leech intends to take his time with you, assuming you’ll let him of course.

Floyd

“Hehe Floyd and shrimpy, drivin to the beeeeach. What’ll they do?”

“Stay in their lane and watch the road.” Crewel has to have added a “fuck” in there that he didn’t voice if his death grip on the car’s grab handle is anything to go by, and if you are honest you wish he had, it would make this whole experience much more bearable. You have opted to hold Grim instead, prayer was also an option but that wouldn’t keep Grim from trying to harass Floyd. He’s laughing now, saying something to Professor Crewel you can’t quite place, maybe adding a new verse to his little song that admittedly sounds kind of catchy. Floyd has a very nice voice you swear he only ever uses to make fun of people, not that you could see him ever doing anything with it since that would take too much repetitive work. “Pull off the exit here and make sure to park WITHIN the lines this time.” Crewel snaps and you find yourself finally at a merciful stop, and unable to free yourself and Grim from your seatbelts fast enough under the guise of “getting your things” from the trunk.

You aren’t fast enough to avoid Floyd. He’s there as soon as you open the trunk, tell tale smirk on his face.

“Well shrimpy? I’m waitin’” He’s giggling, the only thing that’s keeping him from kicking his feet is their need to be on solid ground to keep him upright.

“You suck.” You say completely deadpan without a hint of irony. “Congratulations I didn’t know anybody could do it that bad. Why did you want to try learning to drive again? They don’t have cars under the sea do they?” Floyd seems amused by your attempt to steam past your little insults, choosing to ignore them for now and shrug as he takes the umbrellas out of the car and closes it.

“It seemed fun. Beakerfish is always goin on about ‘em and Pops says they get stupid expensive. Why’s that huh? You humans sure do like buying shit just to break it.” He doesn’t move immediately, like he’s waiting for something and determined to block your way until he gets it. So you take a deep breath and lie to yourself that it’s just this one answer.

“Floyd, most people don’t wreck their cars on purpose.” It should be the most obvious thing in the world, but still he doesn’t move. His smile gets wider and his eyes blaze with determined focus, for some reason he gets closer to you, one hand resting above you on the car to loosely cage you against it. He has to know what he’s doing here too, Floyd’s a lot but he’s not stupid. “Aww really, shrimpy? There’s so many movies and games ‘bout it you’d think that’s the whole point of havin’ em.” He giggles exactly like he does before moving in with a squeeze, bending to whisper in your ear as if Crewel isn’t just on the other side of the vehicle still holding that damn crop and just looking for an excuse to strike. “That’s not all they do in the movies though, huh Yuu? Maybe I wanna take you someplace nice,quiet, and all alone for once~” And just like he’s gone, back to bothering your professor who you know is chastising himself for agreeing to chaperone this trip while you try desperately to catch your breath.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #ruggie bucci x reader #jack howl x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #i feel like if you too trey to the club he'd be doing those white dad dances #just breaking it down to whatever the twst equivalent of pour some sugar on me is and still somehow doing numbers because what is a club fo #if not remembering you have daddy issues #... also idk i can see floyd being into the burnout games or a demo derby #he likes breaking shit he'd probably think that;s fun

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vinnytotherescue · 7 months

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Bubbles

Pinocchio x reader

Just fluff because the game is killing me :')

Having the warm water cascade down their sore and tired body is something that most people would crave after a long and arduous day, and of course (y/n) was no exception. She has been running errands for Hotel Krat all day, from helping Eugenie with fixing Pinocchio’s weapons to taking care of Mrs Antonia. When she came across the Hotel she never expected that her life could for once be normal again so she appreciated every sweat and sore muscle she would get from all the work. It is indeed a lot better than fighting for your life everyday and not knowing when Mr death himself was going to be paying you a visit.

Following the carpeted hallway to her new bedroom she couldn't wait to surrender to the pure bliss that the warm water would give to her aching body. The moment she entered her room she started searching for her bathing products, not much just a vanilla shampoo and body wash, some stuff that she had managed to salvage from a destroyed market. Of course the hotel had such supplies but she figured that she could use hers before returning to the property’s last goods. Grabbing all her stuff she turned to the bathroom but she was suddenly stopped by the creaking sound of the bedroom door opening. Even though she knew who the mysterious intruder was her head still snapped to the source of the sound. Pinocchio stood there his clothes once again stained with the dark black liquid, a proof of his recent battle against more automatons. Even his face was stained by the same substance but his bright blue eyes shone through the darkness of it all.

(Y/n) stared at the boy a smile already plastered on her face. Her an Pinocchio had gotten very close over the past few months, him being her mysterious company and her being his coach to humanity. P offered her a smile as well and entered the room, the dark oil staining the carpet in the process. The girl could only imagine how stained the hallway carpet would be just from seeing the mess created on her carpet in a matter of seconds.

“P! What have we said about the shoes! You are transferring the oil all over the place!” Pinocchio smiled sheepishly as if saying sorry and his eyes fell on the girl’s bathing products.

“Are you going for a bath?” P tilted his head still staring at the products. P was always curious about how the water must feel on the skin, he never really showered, there was no reason since he was no human. A little water and a change of clothes would do before his next trip to Krat.He would get dirty again anyways. But he always loved the way you smelled after a bath, so fresh and airy. He wanted to try it too, but he is a puppet how would his body react? But he ran in the rain, walked in big paddles, he must be fine right?

“Yeah i was just getting ready-”

“Can i join you?” P still didnt fully understand the concept of privacy and intimacy. Having a bath with another person just felt normal, he was so hopeful that he didnt notice the embarrassment in the girl’s eyes.

“A-A date would be nice first-” The boy stared in confusion clearly not understanding the meaning behind it. (Y/n) clutched her stuff tighter and tried to regulate her erratic breathing but to no avail.

“You know i can shower first and then you can go too”

“But i don’t know how it works, i have never tried it before” His bright blue eyes stared into her very soul, so hopeful she could not refuse. She had such a crush on him she could not refuse anything really he looked incredibly adorable trying to persuade her. And he managed it.

“Fine come on let me grab another towel”

P rushed in the room and followed the girl like a lost puppy as she searched for an extra towel. After she grabbed one she headed toward the bathroom and turned on the faucet, hot water slowly filling the porcelain tub. Pinocchio watched the girl’s movements like he was a painter and he wanted to capture every single detail.

“What are you doing now?” The water level was rising as the aromatic white liquid left the bottle and filled the tub with unique bubbles of all shapes. P felt like he was dreaming.

“I am filling it with some shampoo! It makes all those cool bubbles it is perfect for relaxing!” (Y/n) beamed as she watched the bubbles double and triple in amount. P came closer and placed his human fingers over them, each of them disintegrating leaving behind a beautiful light aroma. His smile returned and as he played with the water and the girl just stood there anxious since she was done with the preparations.

Now comes the hard part, going in.

“I-I think we should get in before the water turns cold” (Y/n) hugged herself anxiously and avoided the boy’s eyes that had settled right on her figure.

“You can go in first” P left the tub and turned his back to the girl, waiting for her patiently as she undressed and got in. Not going to lie, (Y/n) was pleasantly surprised by this and she climbed in as fast as she could. It was such a nice feeling knowing that she would not be disrespected. P was such a kind soul and that is one reason she fell for him in the first place.

“You can get in Pino too” thank god the bathtub was big enough for two people. (Y/n) shut her eyes the moment she saw P removing his stained shirt even though she would love to just take a peak. However, Pinocchio was so respectful towards her it was only fair she would act the same. After a few seconds she felt the water rise a bit and her cheeks turned bright red, her hands unable to leave her face.

“You can open your eyes (y/n), I am done” the girl shook her head and removed her hands hesitantly. Her eyes immediately locked with the blue ones she had fallen in love with and she could feel herself melting, the hot water providing no help to fight it. Pino on the other side was beyond happy, the warm water felt so good against his cold skin and he could see the dense black oil struggling to stay on his body. His hands grazed the bubbles, a game of survival for them and a moment of temporary bliss for him.

While he remained focused on the sight of the fallen bubbles, (y/n) couldn’t help but notice the dark oil tainting his beautiful freckled face. Her hand went up to wipe it before being able to control the movement. The moment it landed on his cheeks his cerulean eyes had already landed on her. The shade of red on her face turned darker and after wiping the dark liquid she snapped her hand back.

“Sorry you had some oil on you face” Pinocchio held the part of his face that she touched and longed for the warmth. Grabbing her hand he placed it back to his cheek as he leaned on it. (Y/n) was slowly dying by now. The warmth of her body for sure had found the boy and she just stood there like a stone statue. But the closer she looked, his fluffy hair was also stained….Shoot. Impulsive decisions were her forte by now so her other hand reaching to touch his velvet locks was no wonder.

“Your hair is stained too Pino, did you bathe in oil or something?” Her hands racked through his hair as she tried to remove some knot she found in the process.

“It just splashes everywhere, i can’t control it” the girl just stared at him sympathetically. It is no secret that every time he would return to hotel Krat she would be worried that under all this oil would be hidden some kind of nasty wound. She knew stuff out there were very difficult. She also knew that Pinocchio was very capable of protecting himself but that did not stop her from worrying like crazy.

“it’s ok Pino,just… wait” She swiftly turned around and grabbed another bottle smaller in size and poured a generous amount of shampoo in her hands. After making sure to emuslify it she scootched a bit closer to the boy.

“Can you turn around for me P?” the boy stared at her in question but nevertheless obliged. His back was now at her, thankful that he wasn’t able to see her flustered face anymore. He was much taller than her so she had to sit on her knees to reach properly. Her hands spread the aromatic shampoo all over his locks and she slowly started massaging his scalp. Immediately, she could feel his tense body relax and his head slightly fall towards her. A small smile found its way on her lips as she swept back his hair after rinsing it. His hair reached above his shoulders, the color almost as dark as the color of a raven due to it being wet. He slowly turned his body to face hers, dazed almost by the relaxing massage. He just looked so relaxed for once. (Y/n) could finally see clearly both of his eyes and all the individual freckles adorning his pale face. His eyes stared at her hair and a happy smile returned back to his face.

“Can i wash your hair too?” The girl smiled and passed him the bottle as she turned her back at him. He carefully tried to imitate the girl’s movements from before but with his legion arm it was always a bit more complicated. He was always afraid that he would hurt her somehow. Like a delicate flower, the moment he would touch it it would crumble like all of the automatons in his way did. So he truly tried to be very careful. The feeling of his legion arm was so different but the cold metal felt so good against your throbbing skull.

Having both of them washed their hair and the water turning cold was a sign that they should probably get out. Pinocchio was the first one to step out offering the girl a towel right after wearing his. She clearly tried to suppress her urge to look at his upper body as she herself wrapped a towel around her. Emptying the tub they both exited the bathroom and (Y/n) was quick to search for a blowdryer. Pinocchio was already changing into a new pair of clothes, his wet hair dampening his brand new shirt. (Y/n) shook her head giggling as she changed too.

“Come here silly, we need to dry your hair, your t-shirt got wet” Pinocchio couldn’t get sick so drying his hair felt unnecessary but he would never say no to spending more time with her. He simply sat on the bed in front of her as she blow dryed his hair. The hot air felt so good against his damp hair and the steady noise of the blowdryer was making his eyes droopier minute by minute. His body felt so heavy and he started leaning towards the girl. Finally he was so tired that he couldn’t hold on anymore and let his head fall on her lap. The girl signed in defeat and turned off the blowdryer. His hair was still wet in places but he looked so peaceful sleeping on her lap. She simply let her hands trace over his soft features.

“You are lucky that i love you”

“I love you too”

It is fair to say that this was not what (y/n) expected the end of her day to be like, but she was certainly not mad at all.

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The end

A.N: Thank you so much for reading everyone! If you have any other ideas for lies of p x reader just drop them in my inbox, comments or dms!

P.s Let’s pretend that water would not hurt Pinocchio in any way Lmao

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miintsprigz · 2 months

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Hi! I was wondering if I could ask for the Demo, Engie, and Heavy for the fear-punch prompt if that's okay. Thank you!

FINALLY WRITING THIS. I appreciate your patience so much, Anon. It means the world to me.

GN!Reader fear punching the Mercs, part 2

Characters: Demoman, Engineer, Heavy (Team Fortress 2)

Warnings: uh some stuff relating to anxiety/panic attacks, cuz fear response.

Part 1 can be found linked below!

Demo ⚔️

You finally had the base to yourself, or at least, you thought so. Everyone had been all up in arms lately, it was just exhausting. Having fixed a cup of your preferred hot drink, you went to walk back to your room.

A door suddenly opened loudly behind you, and with your free hand, you swung, not even registering what you were doing until your fist made contact.

“Hey—oof!”

Your mug clattered to the floor, breaking and spilling everywhere.

“Demo!?”

“…oh! Did I scare ya there? Sorry ‘bout that!” His eye caught the mess on the floor as you tried to catch your breath.

“…now, that won’t do—”

“Tav, lemme—”

“No, no; I scare you, you drop it, tis only fair that I clean up the mess—”

Stumbling over to the closet to grab a broom, mop, whatever else he might need—still a little hungover—Tavish got to taking care of it in no time. He worked with surprising efficiency.

“Now, we oughta replace that drink o’ yours.”

“…Tav, I’m sorry.”

“Wha? Whatever for?”

“…I punched you…” Your voice shook a bit. The guy had only just woken up, and you’d socked him in the face.

He seemed confused at first, then touched the side of his face that you’d struck tenderly, realizing.

“Ah…that ya did.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Oh no, no! That’s alright, luv. Sometimes ya just get spooked. Used to do it to me mum all the time.”

“Really?”

He smiled in a somewhat tired sort of way. “Yup. Ya’d think I’d be more careful, especially cuz she couldn’t see me, but I guess I sorta forgot m’self there.”

Demo gave you a pat on the back, gentler than the usual. “Sorry ‘bout that. I’ve definitely knocked a few lads on the floor m’self, so trust me, I get it.”

“Thanks, Demo.”

“O’course, mate!” Your hair was lightly ruffled, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Want me to help ya replace that drink though? Heh, maybe I’ll make one for me, too!”

“That might be good. Do you want some ice though?”

“…nah, nah I think I’m good.”

Engineer ⚙️

It had been such a long day. You were more exhausted than you’d thought you were capable of being.

So when you arrived back at home base, you basked in the peace and quiet and decided to kick back and read for a bit.

Hearing sudden rapid, thundering footsteps, however, your adrenaline skyrocketed again, and so when the “intruder” inevitably entered…your adrenaline did the work.

The Engineer bursted into the room, clearly quite excited about something he was working on.

“Ah, (Y/N), c’mon, I gotta show ya—agh!!”

Your eyes locked onto him, staring daggers in fright as he rubbed at his jaw, wincing.

“Now what in Sam Hill—oh. Oh no.”

Those wide, terrified eyes told him all he needed to know. He didn’t even realize how suddenly he’d come flying in…

“…oh, darlin’. I scared the daylights outta you…”

“A little…” Your voice came out as a squeak, and all at once, everything became all too much. Tears flooded your field of view.

“Honey, I’m so sorry…”

“I, I didn’t mean to hit you…”

“Shh shh shh, I know…I know, I’m okay… lemme just…”

Offering open arms to silently ask first, Engie wrapped you in a hug when you stepped closer, petting your hair softly. He didn’t say anything really, aside from the occasional coo of reassurance that it really was okay.

There was a slight sway to him as he held you, trying to soothe the sudden rush of anxiety he’d accidentally triggered.

You knew, but between the fright and the guilt you felt for socking him in the face like that when he was just excited about something…you couldn’t help but cry for a minute or two.

After a bit, he pulled back, looking almost as though he could cry himself.

“I’m…sorry about that. I wasn’t thinkin’. I know ya had a long day, I just…”

“You were just excited to show me something.” With one last sniffle, you smiled over at him. “It’s okay.”

“…would ya still wanna see? I get it if uh, you’d rather have some time alone…”

“No, no! I’d love to see…”

That warm smile returned to his face once again. “You promise you’re alright?”

“I promise, Dell.”

With a nod, he took your hand sweetly. “Well alrighty. I think you’ll really love this, (Y/N), I’ve been tinkerin’ with this new feature for weeks, and I think I finally got it down!”

Chuckling, you followed after him, feeling your frantic heart slowing once again as his fingers gave your hand a light squeeze.

Heavy 🥪

You are in the thick of it now—bombs flying all over, a hail of bullets seemingly around every corner.

Truthfully? It was too much. But you had no intention of letting the enemy team know that.

Although it seemed cowardly to you, you ducked behind a corner for a minute to just…exist uninterrupted for a moment.

Your overwhelming didn’t go unnoticed though. Help was on the way…but you were unfortunately not able to fully recognize it.

A tap on your shoulder sent the tension building in your mind over the edge. Your fist made contact with the stiff gray of Heavy’s protective vest.

“(Y/N)! Is only me! Do not be afraid. Am here to help you.” Thankfully, the person you’d struck was basically a brick house. He had hardly felt it. He didn’t look angry…actually, he seemed worried.

“Uh…Heavy?!” “Da, it is me.”

“Well. I punched a friend. Great…” Looking down at your hands as you went to pick your dropped weapon up, they were shaking.

“Hold one moment, (Y/N).”

One huge hand carefully cradled yours, holding it steady.

“All due respect, I am giant man. Is very hard to hurt me. So do not feel so bad, okay?”

You tried to breathe, and it caught in your throat. Carefully setting Sasha to the side for a moment, Heavy looked down at you. Even with the chaos nearby, his eyes were so soft when he looked at you.

“Take deep breath.”

You followed that direction as best as you could.

“Very good. Again?”

It got easier.

“Perfect. Battlefield can be scary place…I know that too. Is okay to be afraid.”

He gave you a quick hug—it seemed he really was full of surprises today. His hand practically covered your shoulder as he gave it a pat when you pulled apart again.

“You need minute? Heavy is here! Giant man is on your side, remember?”

Now that you thought about it, maybe you’d be a little more prepared if you had a minute or two to yourself. “…could I just take a second back here out of range? I know it’s kinda chicken of me—”

“Not at all, (Y/N)! What do you think I carry sandvich for! Even big strong man need break. Smaller strong one like you no different.”

To your surprise, he actually handed you half of the tasty treat in question.

“Here. Enjoy, eat, and do not worry.” Picking up his minigun, Misha gave you a determined smile. “Heavy and Sasha will crush anyone who move too close until you are ready.”

If you weren’t where you were right now, it honestly might have made you cry. “Thanks, Heavy.”

“Of course, (Y/N). You are very important to me, you know that?”

A bit of warmth rushed into your face as he gave you one last grin before walking back out from behind your little shelter to face the opposing team.

“That’s right, I AM BACK! YOU MAY NOW RUN AWAY! HAHAHAHAHA!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you took a bite of the sandwich and breathed easy, knowing nobody would get within range of you anytime soon.

Whew! I hope that was good, Anon. I had fun writing it. I’d love more Heavy, Demo, and Pyro requests! I don’t write for them much but they’re a lot of fun!

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meiliarotten · 9 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 14: 2:00 AM Pass-Times (Sleepy Sex)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Demoman x Fem!Reader

Summary: A little something for the Demo simps out there, I see you!

Tags: Sleepy sex, wet dream, spooning, soft, gentle

Word Count: 1.5k

The Masterlist

“Tavish!” Your voice was hoarse from repeating his name more times than you could count, like a mantra or a desperate prayer. Said prayers went unanswered as he continued to tease you, kissing along your neck and leaving faint marks that would darken and bruise within a few minutes. You wanted to tell him where else you wanted that talented mouth. His wandering hands seemed to find every part of you except for the part where you longed to be touched. Again, you cried out his name, and again, all you received in response was a low chuckle.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t ye?” He actually responded to you this time. You took that as a good sign.

“Please, please stop teasing me!” You tried bucking your hips up against his, trying to tempt him. “I want you so badly.”

“Is that so, lass?” he asked before quickly pressing his mouth to yours, silencing you. You could taste whiskey on his lips, and you desperately wanted more, trying to deepen the kiss, but it ended almost as soon as it began. You whined as he pulled away from you

“Tavish, please!” you begged, practically holding your breath as Demo sat up, finally beginning to undress. You watched, your attention completely fixated on him. You could see the way his cock was straining against the constricting fabric of his uniform. Time seemed to move more slowly, agonizingly slow in fact, and when he finally removed the last of his clothes you were practically quivering with need.

Demo gave you a lascivious grin as he positioned himself between your legs. He still took his time with you, making sure to give plenty of attention to your chest and ass, groping and squeezing with his hands while you squirmed beneath him, moving your hips desperately, waiting for him to finally fuck you the way you needed it. You felt the head of his cock brush against your entrance and you almost moaned just from that alone.

“Ready?” he asked, and you nodded frantically. He chuckled. “Alright then. I won’t hold back on ye…”

You woke up with a start, cheeks flushed red and your body running hot within minutes. A familiar heat between your legs had you squirming, the remnants of your dream still fresh in your mind as you tried to keep it from slipping away. You tried to ignore your own arousal at first, hoping that if you tried to fall back asleep you could pick up where you left off. It was no use. You simply laid there with your eyes closed, but never actually falling back asleep despite how tired you still were.

“Damn it,” you cursed under your breath. Why did it always have to end right before the best part?

“Lass?” Demo sounded like he was just as drowsy as you, rolling over to face you from his own side of the bed. You opened your eyes again, seeing the opportunity for a solution to your little problem.

“Hey Demo,” you said, the veil of sleepiness actually benefiting you, as your voice came out low and perhaps even a bit seductive. “I’m glad you’re awake.”

Your eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness, and you could just make out a wall clock. It indicated that it was the very early hours of the morning. However you weren’t about to let that deter you. The two of you didn’t need to get up early anyway.

“Barely awake, love,” Demo slurred, for once not because of alcohol. “What happened? Had a bad dream?”

“Well, not exactly,” you chuckled, pulling Demo into a kiss. You lazily planted your lips on his, then began to move wherever you felt inclined to. In a way, you were mirroring the events of your dreams, except you were in the dominant role now, traveling down Tavish’s jawline and down further to his neck until he was letting out soft, appreciative sighs, especially when you started to use your teeth. It wasn’t long before he got the message that you were trying to convey.

“Aw, lamb, do ye need me?” he asked, smiling fondly at you when you finally pulled back from his neck. “Sweet little thing.”

“Please,” you whined, pawing at his chest and pulling at his sleep clothes with little rhyme or reason, just desperate for anything that would get you closer to what you wanted.

Demo took your hands in his, forcing you to cease your frantic fondling. “I got you. Here, lay on your side.” He maneuvered you so that you were on your side, facing away from him. You gasped as his body pressed against you from behind, feeling his erection through the thin fabric of his night clothes. You couldn’t help but squirm against him until he rested a hand on your hip. “Patience, love.”

You forced yourself to stay still for him as he pulled his pants down just low enough to free his cock. It was quite a feat of self control, especially when you felt it press up against your entrance in a way that was just a little too reminiscent of your dream. Except this time, you didn’t wake up. Demo entered you slowly, letting you adjust as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“So snug and warm,” he moaned, starting off at a slow and steady pace, taking his time to enjoy how wet you already were. You were surprisingly content with the leisurely tempo he set, happy to lay back and enjoy the sensations without a care. The position you were in allowed both of you to do so, with Demo simply rocking his hips against you, gentle and loving as he peppered the back of your neck with kisses.

This kind of slow, gentle sex was rare. In most instances you would have preferred something a bit rougher. Slower rhythms were almost always used to tease you, to make you beg and squirm. However you found that it was actually quite pleasant to simply lay back and let Demo take care of you at his own pace, letting out soft sighs with every thrust, enjoying the feeling of his body pressing against yours and the gradual build up of pleasure rather than racing headlong for the finish line.

“You make such pretty sounds, lamb,” Demo whispered, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear. The feeling of his breath made you shudder. You knew he couldn’t see your blush in the darkness of the room, but he could probably feel the heat radiating off your skin. You felt a hand grip your waist before quickly trailing down to your hip, mapping out every curve of your body before his arms snaked around to gently caress your chest. He handled your breasts clumsily in his half-awake state, making you chuckle and squirm as he squeezed them. “So bloody beautiful.”

His movements became firmer, less inconsistent and more steady. You moaned, gripping the sheets as you felt the familiar sensation of an orgasm building. Demo seemed to be driven by pure instinct, rutting into you, chasing after your moans, the sounds of your pleasure. You let your eyes drift shut, gladly letting yourself be lost in the sensation.

“Tavish,” you whimpered, chanting quiet repetitions of his name, voice heavy with lust and the remnants of sleep.

“Are ye alright, lass?”

“Yeah- oh fuck,” you gasped, starting to rock your hips back against him, pressing him deeper into you. You couldn’t keep yourself from shuddering when he brushed against your sweet spot, making you cry out with startling volume. “Right there! I’m close, Tavish.”

“Me too,” Demo moaned, thrusting harder and faster, still driven by innate need, desperate and eager to make you both feel good. “Come with me, love.”

You nodded, letting your hand trail down your body and between your legs. You began to stroke your clit, and even that gentle touch was enough to send a jolt of pleasure throughout your body. With ghost-like touches, you teased yourself, still focusing on enjoying the pleasure rather than chasing your climax. But said climax was imminent, and a few more very well placed thrusts coupled with your own touch soon had you tumbling over the edge with a soft, shuddering cry.

Demo’s hips stuttered as he felt you come on his cock. He held you close, squeezing you against his body as he rode out his own orgasm. Although he kept pressing his lips to your skin, desperately peppering you with affection, you could still hear his breathy moans between kisses. You could also feel the way his body trembled against yours as he spilled inside you.

You turned over to face him the moment he withdrew, nestling against his chest with a satisfied sigh. The afterglow served to lull you to sleep as Demo whispered soft praises to you. “So good for me… such a pretty little thing… I love ye so much.” He repeated those words in different combinations, but they never lost their value. In fact they sounded just as genuine if not more so with every repetition. Eventually they began to fade into unintelligible mumbles and whispers that were too soft to understand as exhaustion began to overtake you, both of you beginning to drift off into blissful sleep in each others’ embrace.

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