midnite_merc (midnite_nova)
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An artbook of my TF2 fanart, collected for your viewing pleasure.
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Medic and Sniper hurt Scout. He suffers. It's horrendous. It's delightful.
Please mind the tags! Every chapter will have its own warnings too. Click here for precise info /spoilers/.
Blood and gore, graphic violence
Graphic rape (Medic assaults Scout)
Implied rape (Spy assaults Sniper)
Sadism and masochism incl. blood and violence (S Sniper, M Scout)The BLU team was scrambling at the resupply room. Scout picked his weapons wisely, Force-A-Nature, Pretty Boy's Pocket Pistol, the bat that let him soar higher then ever. Looking around, his eyes met Sniper's. The man gave him a slightly pained smile and Scout nodded as if in a wordless conversation. Sniper's hands polishing his Classic caught his attention. He turned his hot face away.
As Scout was about to get in the starting position, Medic approached him from behind. His heart skipped a beat when he felt a large hand on his shoulder.
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Sniper defends his cruel battlefield decision. Spy gets in his head.
Of course, it had come to Spy's attention a while ago. Sniper's affinity for him, the way the man watched him from afar, face unreadable. The flushed cheeks when Spy teased him out of his nest on the battlefield, prompted by the laser crosshair on his suit.
The man had been pathetic. The man had not been confronted. But when Spy gleaned the swift hands on the sniper rifle, the glint of that large knife, the desperate attempts at keeping breath even, something stirred in him. He knew he had to have Sniper at his mercy, in his bed, begging.
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Spy needs care for his ailment. Medic, with trembling hands, helps.
Spy was looking at the deep cut across his arm. His gloves were off. This may have been the most desperate attempt he made to get someone's attention.
The gurney he sat on was about the most sterile object in sight. The infirmary was cramped with boxes of gooey glands, the floor bore tracers of ill-wiped bloodstains. Medic turned off one of the lights that started flickering and approached him in the dim light of the dusky evening.
"What seems to be the problem," Medic hummed with a note of cheer. He seemed to be looking at his reflection in the scalpel he raised in a bare hand, catching the last rays of sun and shining a mirror-sharp speck right into Spy's eye.
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Pyro gets pounded. That's it.
Pyro tried to turn their head around in a vain attempt to catch a glimpse of the merc behind them. They could barely see in the dim, fabric-lined room. And did it really matter who was behind them?
What mattered was that Pyro's world was reduced to shimmering, glittery waves of pleasure, thrumming through their core and spreading to their limbs. It wasn't the first time they were close to their team, but never before in such a physical way. It required a new level of trust, a bond stronger than one forged in the fray. A bond deep, volatile, one that cuts to the quick.
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