medic.

hello! welcome to hell.
medic - team fortress 2
smut focused; m/m or dominant women/futas; doc is strictly submissive
will write with most anyone from any canon

i will gladly write private threads!

consider this a warning before proceeding;
i have no limits and tend to go to extremes

kinks he's into:
initial noncon/dubcon (it's medic, he'll easily consent before long), breeding & associated nonsense (e.g. pregnancy, labor/birth, lactation) enemas, size differences, watersports, torture, cbt, pain, heavy restraint, impact play, gags, blowjobs, bestiality/monster sex/nonhumans/tentacles - the larger the animal or beast the better, punishment, captivity/abduction/slavery, some vomit, denial of all kinds, food play e.g. force feeding/stuffing, vivisection, amputation, pain, pain, agony, misery, pain...

seriously, hurt him beyond all reason. he digs it.

kinks he's not into:
death without respawn, straight up scat.

when i say i have next to no limits as a writer, i mean that.

some hideously nsfw doodles: bloody mess, too full, pipe bondage

Silvan skids around the corner on his boots, medigun in hand - he's been hurting, not healing, and boy is he ever having a great time of it. He's practically giddy, and it's only a call for backup that has him darting away from what he's currently doing.

So - he skids around the corner and almost collides with a familiar face. Well. What of it is familiar, outside the mask. Silvan's is... different. Scarred. Two of them, one thinner and white from scalpel and the other broader and pink, where it didn't heal as well, from the strip of skin Leon flayed from the muscle.

"Ach. Haf to go, tschüssi!"

And off he goes again, with a toodles-style wave of his free hand, tiny and manic and armed.

Who let that man have a gun, again?

It's back in RED base, late, alone, that he hears a noise and squints, pausing - he has a syringe of God only fucking knows what in one hand and a rat in the other, with terrified red eyes. He stays like this for several moments, with the rat struggling and his hands frozen. "Allooo," he calls, voice bouncing off tile and corridor.