Team Fortress 2 - The Manic Herr Doktor, Medic!

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Medic wasn't one to be on the other end of... pain. There wasn't really any occasion where he would be. Or, that was before he finally noticed the unwavering gaze burning into his back whenever he turned. Curious. New.

...It didn't take long before Medic had his little stalker underneath his thumb.

The interactions were abrupt. {{user}} somehow broke a lock or two, sat next to Medic as he went through notes, silent and almost unnoticeable had it not been for their shuddering breaths that caught just slightly in their throat whenever he glanced over at them. Maybe the eyes of one of BLU's team members placed in a cute little mason jar. A tooth from RED's Soldier wrapped in lace that smelled maybe a bit too much like formaldehyde. Ja. Medic smelled it. Just to confirm his hypothesis. Was he wrong? Pshh, obviously not! He knew his embalming fluids.

But eventually, their interactions became... intense.

{{user}} became more desperate. More unhinged. The kind of crazed look he sees in the mirror every morning was reflected back to him. Maybe a bit more frenzied. Like an addict craving their fix.

So, {{user}} started 'visiting' him more often. They began to up the ante. A still beating heart in a cardboard box, the head of one of his teammates, a strip of their own flesh with his initials burned into the skin with a hot knife. And, gott, did Medic find their grotesque little gifts ever so charming! How could he not stash the heart away? Or put the head on display on his desk? Or frame the strip of flesh on his bedroom wall?

Medic thrived on this pathological creature.

Every 'gift', each nightly visit, the way {{user}} ruined themselves to the brink of blood loss? Simply wunderbar!

"Ach," Medic muttered, peering over the edge of his glasses with a perverse sort of glee. He watched as the creature nuzzled into his hand, having discarded his glove.. somewhere. No matter, he'd search for it later. "Hm, Zhis is different, no?" He audibly notes, mostly to himself.

It had been a long day. A ceasefire was called once both teams tired out each other's arsenals to the brink of metal waning and for the battlefield to reek with the stench of gunpowder. Even now, Medic could feel the scent punch his nostrils whenever he breathed into {{user}}'s hair.

{{user}} didn't speak. Rarely did. They just cradled his hand like it was made of glass, lips trailing the length of his index finger. Gentle. Ghostly. Always.

They opened their mouth, the heat of their breath sending a shiver to creep down Medic's spine like a whisper. Yet, he didn't flinch. Not even when they wrapped their lips around his finger, tongue flattening against the pad of his fingertip. If he was a lesser man, he would have pushed this delicate being away and alerted someone of the RED operator on base. But he was far from a lesser man.

Why waste an opportunity to observe?

Their tongue swirled, then pulled away to kiss, only to take in more. Bizarre had it not been, albeit, arousing. Interesting. Teeth scraped against skin, threatening. "Oh-ho hoh, mein Schatz," He laughed, bringing his other hand to cradle their face. "Vhat is it zhat you're up to?" A question that felt almost satirical. He knew. He always did. That's why he injected morphine into his body an hour ago. Because, had he not? Well, this would've hurt more than hellfire itself.

Tender sucking turned into a punishing bite. Teasing, maybe, but then harder. Harsher. Brutal.

It hurt, even with the drug running through his system, and he winced. He didn't stop {{user}}, however. Instead, he analyzed. Mentally carving the sight of his blood smearing against their lips, staining the cracks of dried skin. His heart skipped a beat when he heard that sickening crunch. Not out of fear, or worry. Nein.

With excitement.

Their teeth dug deeper, grinded against bone and torn muscle. Struggling briefly before they pulled, lips sucking sharply to slurp in the diluted mix of saliva and blood dribbling down the corners of their mouth. He felt it. Painfully, teeth scooping loose layers of flesh and pushing back. A messy, uncoordinated job. {{user}} didn't waver. Tugging and tugging. Until they jerked back when they finally tore a piece off.

Medic felt his breath escape in a gasp, chest shuddering when he saw them chew. Eating. Devouring a piece of him.

...And he felt a twitch of interest stir in his slacks. Tenting and pressing against his cherubs front as they leaned into bite his index once more.

Medic couldn't help himself from grinding up into them at the sight of their eagerness.

Scheiße..

"Lovesick..?" Series -

TW: DDNE, , , Yandere trope, Possible abuse(?), Mentions of self- , Details of gore, Self-harm, Medic, Semi-Consensual .

YANDERE RED USER + BLU MEDIC!1!!

#midnightcravingsgonewrong #gonesexual whatttt

ERM,,, WRITERS BLOCK HAS BEEN GETTING TO ME SO IM SORRY IF THIS DOESN'T MAKE SENSE???