"My friends keep talking about TF2 and I don't know what it is or how to get into it or where to start, help" well I'm here to tell you that it's super easy and won't take you more than maybe thirty minutes.
Watch the Meet the Team videos. They are nine of them and they're each only a minute or two long. Medic's is the longest at four minutes. They'll tell you basically everything you need to know about that character.
Watch Expiration Date. It's fifteen minutes and will basically tell you how they all interact with each other.
That's it. Now you know everything you need to know to understand the vast majority of TF2 fanworks. That's all it really takes. For extra credit though...
Read the comics. There are six issues (quiet sobbing) and you can read them on the site for free. There are also comics for certain updates which are fun and great! All the comics are great and tell you a lot about the characters.
Play the game. It's free! This is probably the hardest step though if you're not good at this kind of thing. You don't have to play it though to understand most of what goes on in TF2 stuff, but it does help.
Watch the other movies they made for updates, like End of the Line (technically this is a community made movie) or Jungle Inferno.
Watch Emesis Blue if you want to understand all the weird creepy fanart with a BLU Medic floating around. It's a fanmade full-length horror/surrealist movie and it's kind of its own thing compared to the rest of this. It's good though.
You can also read each class's Voice Responses on the tf2wiki to get more of a sense of what they're like! A lot of little details about them are in in-game dialogue.
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hello! can i request some ruan mei filth with sub reader 🤭🤭
ask and ye shall recieve 🫡🫡 sorry this took a while, i'm personally used to imagining ruan mei as a power bottom, so writing her as a dom took a little longer to cook LOL
good god, let me give you my life || ruan mei x reader [NSFT][MDNI]
cw. vibrators, fingering, praise, mild bondage
notes. sev try not to name fics after take me to church lyrics challenge (impossible) also sorry again anon this turned more introspective than my filth normally gets.....................
On a lonely planet at the edge of the universe, Ruan Mei gazes down on you like a goddess. Your hands are bound above your head, clasped together as if in prayer as pleasure creeps like vines up and down your body. This bed is the altar, you the sacrifice. You wouldn't have it any other way, especially when Ruan Mei ups the intensity of the vibrator between your legs, causing you to arch your back with a breathless gasp.
"Sweet thing," she murmurs, her voice drifting like leaves in the wind, "look at you."
Her finger trails up and along the left side of your body, from the bone of your hip, higher and higher until she reaches the curve of your breast. Her hand lingers there for a moment, warm against your left rib, before she cups your breast, swiping a thumb over your stiff bud. You whine at her touch, trying to chase the sensation, squirming against your bindings.
"Please," you whisper. "Please, please, I need you—"
Ruan Mei coos gently at your begging, her other hand coming to brush the hair out of your eyes. When you look up at her, desperate, with those lovely, teary, pleading eyes, how could she ever deny you?
You cry out her name as her hand slips lower and she pushes the buzzing toy just a little deeper into your slick cunt. It nudges against that spot inside you, and your thighs snap shut around her hand as explosions burst behind your eyelids, a big bang breathed to life by a loving god. Ruan Mei's gentle praises are echoing, distant as you float on that cosmic high.
When you finally come back down, Ruan Mei has shut off the toy and tenderly withdraws it from your sensitive cunt. It comes away with a wet, slick noise and you shiver at the sensation, your leg kicking out reflexively at the overstimulation. Ruan Mei squeezes your thigh in consolation, then lies down next to you, undoing the bindings on your wrists.
"Are you alright?" she asks softly, and you nod, your tongue feeling too heavy to form words. Instead you nuzzle close to her, your arms winding around her waist as your breath begins to even out again.
It’s moments like these, the quiet afterglow, that Ruan Mei wonders why you’re here—with her, at the edge of the universe. It is not an insecurity; no, Ruan Mei does not doubt that you love her. She does not need to test for that. She knows it, innately, intrinsically. But it is a sort of… morbid curiousity, in a sense.
One day, she will leave you—become something beyond comprehension, beyond your reach. Possibly, she’d forget you entirely. There’s always been a countdown on this love, and you know it.
So, why? Why stay, when it would be better, easier, safer, to leave?
It’s your voice that draws her out of her swirling thoughts. Your cup her cheek, affection bleeding through the smile you offer her.
“I can hear you thinking,” you murmur. “What’s on your mind?”
She contemplates deflecting the question. But Ruan Mei is a scientist above all else, and she cannot bear unanswered questions. Uncertainties. So she takes a deep breath, and asks, “why do you stay?”
You consider her for a moment, then tilt your head curiously. “What do you mean?”
“Why do you stay?” Ruan Mei repeats. “You know what I desire to achieve. Once those desires reach fruition… there will be nothing left of us. Of this.”
“Won’t there?” you counter after a beat of silence, seeming almost amused. “All Aeons have their followers.”
“You would walk upon my Path?”
You laugh at that. “Well, I love you. So haven’t I already?”
Ruan Mei falls silent. In the end, what’s the difference between love and faith? How might the reception of devotion differ between a god and a man? Does it? Maybe this is the link between divine and mundane that she’s been searching for. Maybe part of the heavens she’s trying so hard to reach is simply lying next to you, in this bed, in this lab-turned-home at the edge of the universe.
For now, she files these thoughts away, and kisses you again. Her lips taste like plum pastries, sweet and inviting. She kisses you slowly, mapping the shape of your lips, comitting every dip and countour to her memory. She wants to weave you within her, embroider the image of you into the tapestry of her existence so that she won’t forget a single thing.
(A foolish notion. You already are.)
You moan into her mouth and she swallows it greedily, like a fledgling god hungry for faith. Her hand travels down your body again until her fingers find your pussy, still slick with your own cum. You whine as she drags her finger through your soaked folds, her thumb rubbing on your clit.
“A-Ruan,” you breathe out, and Ruan Mei trembles. You say her name like a prayer, like she’s already divine. Distantly she thinks, as she sinks two fingers into your tight, welcoming heat, that it’s the epithet she cherishes most, because it’s the one that names your love. You grip her shoulder and cry out as she works her fingers in and out of your cunt, oozing wetness like ambrosia. Your back arches as she curls her fingers just right against that spongy spot. She kisses your neck as she feels your muscles tense around her fingers.
“Let go for me,” she whispers against your skin like a commandmenf. “Let go, sweet thing.”
You cum with a wordless scream, your nails dragging down her smooth back. She slows the movements of her fingers as she helps you ride out the orgasm, slower and slower until she finally withdraws. Your eyes are shut and your breathing laboured from your second orgasm of the night, but you have never looked more beautiful to Ruan Mei.
“I love you,” she says quietly, pressing her forehead against yours. You offer her a smile like a sacrament, and for a moment she’s terrified that you’d ask her to stay—terrified that she’ll say yes. But you don’t, and instead your return those words to her, pure like revelation.
You will be the only thing she’ll regret leaving behind. But for now, while she has you here in her arms, she’ll cherish you more than anything else.
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