Hi .. I’m very shy with asking people to write hcs but could you please do how the mercs would feel about a big chested (DDD+) fem s/o? NSFW and suggestive themes would be appreciated. That’d make my entire life! ☺️
TF2 mercs with a large chested s/o
18+ only, afab reader | thx for the ask anon!! :3
tw: nsfw content
drabbles under the cut :P
Scout:
- he's obsessed with your chest
- makes sure to clarify that he'd love you no matter what size your tits are
- but jesus they were hot
- he's not the most adept to foreplay, but will often play with them before and during intimacy
- squeezing them and roughly toying with your nipples to try and get you in the mood
- will always beg to cum on your chest, even in the most unconventional times (often when you have quickies in semi public spaces)
Soldier:
- could care less about the size of your chest, he's just happy he gets to touch you at all
- another man who doesn't care for foreplay, so no special attention to your boobs unfortunately
- though you will catch him giving them a longing gaze when he's itching for a fuck
- the kind of man to casually squeeze your chest, no sexual intent he's just admiring what's his
Demoman:
- THE foreplay king
- he teases you, gently biting your nipples between his teeth
- sucking on one bud and rolling the other between his fingers
- he won't stop until you're writhing and begging for him
- has no preference for chest size, but he is admittedly a tit guy
- adores it when you give him a tit job, loves it even more when he gets to watch your chest bounce while you ride him
Heavy:
- a man who prefers women of the larger variety in general
- so your breasts intrigue him, from the moment you first initiate sex he's almost rushing to get you out of your top
- worships your chest, peppering it with kisses before lapping at your nipples until you're bruised
- will casually squeeze your breasts the way someone would squeeze their partner's ass
- "hehe.. do you like them?" "da." his face is red hot
Engineer:
- another one who doesn't care about the size of your chest
- he only cares about your pleasure
- teases you for hours, poking and prodding
- insists that you don't wear a bra around the house, after all you should feel comfortable around him!
- he soon realizes he can't stop staring at the way your tits bounce as you walk
- or how stiff your nipples look in your much too tight tank top
- this might be the easiest way to pry him away from his workshop
Medic:
- he often has to see your bare chest when you come off the battlefield, half dead and in need of several surgeries
- or when you need to come in for a breast exam
- and despite being your partner, he can't help but flush at the sight of you, so exposed for him
- usually a thigh man, he crumbles when it comes to large chests
- on a more sadistic note, he often fantasizes about licking the wounds that may litter your chest after a particularly gory fight
- he's a little bit gross but sweet in his own way!
Sniper:
- a large breast man through and through
- he could play with your tits for hours and hours, in a sexual and non-sexual way
- if he could lay in bed sucking your tits, leaving bruises all over the supple flesh, he totally would
- loves the way they bounce, the way they sit on your chest, the soft fleshy feeling of holding them in his hands
- loves it when you wear outfits that show off your cleavage
- loves it even more when he knows he's going to be the one to rip that outfit off later
Spy:
- another big cleavage fan
- will buy you hundreds of different lingerie sets, he absolutely adores seeing you all dressed up just for him
- loves rubbing his cock all over your breasts, watching the the beads precum decorating his tip smear onto your nipples just does something to him
- constantly parading you around in clothing that flatters your chest, he needs everyone to know how well endowed you are
Can i request some tf2 headcanons of some of the mercenary boys (it can be anyone i dont mind and i honestly have a hard time pick also i dont know if you have a character limit)developing a crush on someone from the enemy team(reader), who found the respective merc injured in a corner, and instead of finishing them off they hand the merc a nearby health kit and just tell them to be safe before running away. Hopefully that's something you'll do and thanks for letting me request! I really like your writing style and your little art doodles are always a pleasure to see!! Thanks again byebye hope you have a good day!
╰﹒ARE YOU FALLING IN LOVE?
General Red/Blu Engineer, Sniper, Spy headcanons/short
• genre: romantic
• a/n: Hey! Sorry for the super late answer- this was just kinda stuck in my draft so sorry for that! ( >_<) Also, glad to hear you enjoy my doodles :) also i like your idea, it actually reminds me alot of how i potray my verison of reader so that may have made me a little carried away while writing this- And yeah, i apologize if my rules aren't very clear, the character limits are around 3-4!
Engineer
Dang nabbit!
That stupid snake spy was up to it again. Sapping his buildings and hiding like a coward. A few fragments of the broken sentry manage to crash on his leg when he tried to fix it but it suddenly exploded likely due to misconception in the system.
Engineer groaned as he try to remove the metal off him which only resulted more pain to his crushed leg. Earlier on, the spy was able to land a few shots which he was able to barely survive from by pretending to be dead.
He was seriously going to get back at him at the next round. He vowed and began forming some sinistrous plans mentally as he still tried getting back up again.
As he looked around the surroundings, his eyes snapped to the health kit nearby. He knew it's hopeless at this point, but he tried just once again to reach it.
Suddenly, the sounds of distant shouting caught his attention. He looked at the corner where the noise was coming from and froze, hearing footsteps and a shadow coming closer to where he is.
Engineer could only stare, taking out his pistol and ready to give his best.
He was about to shoot when he sees your head peeking out the corner and the two of you lock eyes.
You gasped faintly, retreating back your head again, making engineer drop his gun down a little. For a while he only observes, expecting you to pop out again and this time with a weapon.
To his surprise however, you only slowly came closer with your medi-gun and stood infront of him, this made him distracted and you looked to the side seeing the health kit. He also look at the direction you were looking and then you two look back at each other.
You walked towards the kit and picked it up and came close to him as he watches closely, loosely letting the pistol down. You kneel down beside him and handed him the health kit, to which he can only gawk at for a moment before accepting it. You then peer at the metal scrap crushing his leg and motion to him to push it off while you try to lift it up.
At last, with some struggle, you succesfully were able to remove the scrap off.
He thanked you, feeling certainly grateful for your aid. You only smiled and nodded making engineer blush. Then you stood back up, picking your medi gun and gave him a final glance and a wave on your way back to outside.
He can only gaze at your frame leaving, still blushing and thinking about what just happened even while fixing himself up.
Sniper
Ah, piss.
Sniper was so close on pulling the trigger on a enemy's head when he just had to be shot a few times near his chest and shoulder by another sniper.
Now he's currently sitting on the floor, unable to really move due to his wounds. The medic is obviously too busy and far from his spot so all he could do for now is keeping his guards up while trying to ease the pain with some bandages he had.
As he's paying close attention to the ongoing battle, His eyes landed on you emerging from behind a rock, healing your team's scout with your medigun while charging forward.
Now his interest shifted from the enemy's fighting to just paying attention to you instead. He'd seen you time to time through the scope but usually you'd stay behind as extra help. He wasn't sure why sometimes when he aims for you, he'd hesitated. It's almost somewhat wrong.
His thoughts were interrupted by the stinging pain in his shoulder as he groan and lean closer to the wooden window. Suddenly your team soldier's shout rang aloud alerting about his presence.
Sniper panicked as he push himself far away from the wooden window, hearing fast footsteps rapidly approaching his spot. He took his kukri and prepare himself to fight.
Shortly to his surprise though, only you were the one who came. He was really close to attacking─ yet there it is again. The odd hesitating feeling. While being confused with his own choices, you took the medkit you found just outside and offered it to him. While you only smile, sniper is left dumbfound. By the fact that you're not trying to kill him here and there, but also because he did not notice there was even a health kit literally sitting feets away from him.
As he took the kit from you to heal himself, you also proceed to use your medigun to slightly fasten his healing process before you hear your name being called. You call back to them, confirming that you're okay. You gave him a wave and a warm smile before you quickly ran out to your team.
Sniper only sat down there at one of the crate boxes as he proceed the aimless thoughts in his mind about this encounter with you. Well, atleast now it seems like he knows the reason why he's so hesitant to hurt you.
Spy
Oh it's just perfect.
Spy sighs deeply in annoyance as he sat down in a corner with his burnt leg, arm and wounded stomach. His broken Invisibility watch in his hand as his attempts on turning it back on didn't work as it only let out a few sharp electric sparkings.
Great. His invis watch is broken and he is still in the enemy's section with the high possibility that anyone could easily figure out where he is. He feels oddly dreadful about this whole situation as he imagined the worst scenario that could happen in his mind.
It was all oddly quiet at first before he heard a few distinct voices and footsteps passing by. He tries to focus more on where the steps are heading to so he could escape before they caught him first.
He feels rather confused and irritated by the random noises and constant back and forth steps, combined with the pain he's feeling makes him want to just scream but he holds back. He takes deep breath and stood up and accidently hitting his wounded arm which he let out a yelp before he shuts himself up.
It was too late though. He heard some yelling and a brief talk before he hears footsteps once again. He tries to get away but it seems like he was not fast enough as by then, you appeared by the entrance.
You two stared at each other for a moment before he took out his revolver and aim it at you, but you quickly shot it away with your syringe gun.
Spy only looked at his hand then at you in shock. And he realizes that he's basically helpless at the hands of the enemy now.
So close to accepting this defeat, he stumble back and sat down with a tired and dejected look, closing his eyes.
Instead of a quick shot in the head, he felt something being dropped on his lap and a sudden soothing sensation enveloping his body. Confused, spy opens his eyes to see you standing infront of him, using your medigun on him and a healthkit on his lap. He's left baffled by this and was about to ask just what you were doing but you only shush him by nodding softly.
So the two of you only settled in silent as your medigun continue to help speeding up the process. He decided to take out another cigarette, placing it in his mouth and was about to light it up, but he wasn't able to find his lighter anywhere. Just then a lighter reached near his face and lighten the cigarette up for him. Your face was close to his, with the flame illuminating the small details on your face as he stares at you with wide eyes.
Even when you pulled away, spy was still stuck in daze for a moment before he blushes in embarrassment at the gesture. Thankfully you weren't able to see his face with that mask.
He cleared his throat and thanked you in an almost sheepish manner and you smiled in return, giving him a thumbs up. Then you used your syringe gun and shoot at one of the empty bottle laying around before you wink and walked out hurridly.
I know I already asked for one but I hope it's okay. I asked again for another scenario. For the mercks of team fortress 2 or just for medic. Well, I have an interesting scenario. What if they're jealous and how do the act when they get jealous?
Jealous!Medic x reader
Masterlist
I decided to do just medic :]
• he’s a very easy to read man when he’s jealous
• he’s fidgeting more with his glasses , his posture is straighter and he’s swaying slightly
• honestly he’s…not impressed
• not with you! Never not with you!!!
• but whenever he sees someone talking to what’s HIS??? He’s angry.
• he starts being all loving and holds onto your arm while asking you random things like if yous have both finished all your reports and duties, if you’ve both fed archemedes ect ect
• all in all he’s very petty and just desperately and unashamedly trying to drag you away
• also he’s definitely glaring at whomever is makikg him jealous and planning to fuck up their life in some way
• he won’t admit it though! You just see a new heart in a jar in his cabinet saying it was…a donation he was owed
Sorry this is going to be a more dark ask. But what would happen if Pregnant!Yuu passes away during childbirth. Would it affect the storyline or how the cast feel about baby Shelia? (If this is too dark you can disregard)
ANON, YOU LITERALLY SAVED ME FROM WRITER'S BLOCK. THERE'S NO WAY TO DISCARD THIS ANGST POTENTIAL.
First of all, how did this happen? If you remember correctly, I said that Sheila was born at the end of Book 6. Due to all the stress and physical activity Yuu had to endure during that book, it wouldn't be crazy to think that this could have caused a prolonged labor due to exhaustion and fatigue, which, in the long run, ended up causing internal bleeding that would be impossible to treat outside of a hospital in TWST.
We already know that Crowley not only fails to provide Yuu with basic necessities, but he also doesn't want the existence of the Overblots and his general negligence to be known. How could he explain a pregnant woman on school grounds without making it obvious that he's an irresponsible jerk?
Sadly, Yuu ends up passing away a week after giving birth due to complications. During that previous week, everyone saw how ill she was, but the only solution Crowley offered was painkillers, nothing more. However, I think Yuu could sense the end was near, like that scene in Little Women with Bo and her sister, but with Yuu and Grim (yes, I'm going to make you all suffer). Even though Yuu says she isn't afraid of death (after everything she's been through in the previous books, it's commonplace), what she fears is what will happen to Sheila. She just wants someone to take care of her until she can go home.
Everyone finds out about Yuu's death at some point during the day. The first to realize it, obviously, are Grim and the ghosts (the idea of Grim trying to snuggle under Yuu's arm only to realize how cold she is...), who go looking for help when they realize Yuu isn't responding. The following are the staff and dorm leaders, who will have to break the news to their respective houses…
Grim is inconsolable. She had promised, she was supposed to see him become a great mage, that they would do it TOGETHER—he refuses to leave Yuu's side until he's told that Sheila must be lonely too, so he ends up falling asleep in her crib.
The others aren't doing any better. Ace has a nervous breakdown upon hearing the news, smashing everything in his room, hurting himself, all to try and convince himself that this isn't real, that it can't be happening. Deuce tries to stop him, but his mind isn't on that; it's on the fact that his friend really DIED, and he couldn't do anything to stop it. What kind of friend is he?
Riddle breaks down in tears, abandoning his leader persona and completely falling apart. He knew what Crowley said was wrong, he knew Yuu needed help, but now she's gone. He (Crowley) just took away a friend from many people, he took away from Sheila a wonderful mother who loved her more than anything. Of the characters who try to put aside their grief to take care of Sheila and her needs, even if it makes his grades suffer like never before, it's the least he can do.
There are characters who want to act angry at Sheila, because of course, after all, if she hadn't been born, Yuu wouldn't have died, but you can see that they don't mean it, or that their words aren't even directed at Sheila. Especially in the case of characters like Cater, Floyd, Vil, and Leona. They want to believe they're angry at Sheila, that she wasn't worth losing one of the few worthwhile people in the whole school, or in their whole life, really—but they can't admit they truly believe that. Why? Because Yuu believed with all her heart that Sheila was worth every sacrifice, every second. They can't hate her, but it's hard for them to look at her for very long.
Azul and Idia don't leave their respective dorm rooms, one drowning in work trying to escape his grief, and the other so consumed by guilt that he can't even acknowledge it.
Characters like Kalim, Silver, and Sebek remain completely silent; some shut themselves away and emerge like zombies from crying so much, barely functional. Jamil is almost normal, but at the expense of the guilt of not having foreseen or done anything about the situation. He's also part of the group that takes great care of Sheila, trying to prevent Riddle from becoming overprotective. She brings him back to life, everyone really, even if just a little. Ruggie doesn't allow himself to be sad, not after Leona blurted out what he thought of Sheila, which almost got them both suspended. Coming from a similar situation, Ruggie won't let Sheila feel that Yuu abandoned her or didn't love her, because he knows firsthand that it isn't true.
It's likely the teachers who will take up a collection so Yuu can be buried in a proper cemetery (and not on the school grounds), and Kalim will pay for the funeral. Everyone ends up going (Lilia carrying Sheila), and they all take turns speaking about Yuu. Although it's Rook who ends up giving the closing speech before the coffin is lowered, without any extravagant speech or strange words, just sincerity, affection, and grief.
Crowley didn't even show up at the funeral. But he held a meeting the next day.
No one expected that; everyone wanted to hold onto their good memories of Yuu and decide what to do with Sheila. They even had hope when Crowley said it was "a tragedy, without a doubt"... But he didn't hesitate to make everything about himself. And that was the last straw.
Ace almost jumped on him, reluctantly restrained by Jack and Ortho, shouting, crying, and protesting.
“STOP PRETENDING YOU HAVE ANY RIGHT TO FEEL SORRY FOR YOURSELF! MY FRIEND IS DEAD! MY FRIEND IS DEAD BECAUSE YOU KILLED HER! AND YOU CAN’T EVEN SAY ANYTHING FOR HER! OR HER DAUGHTER WHOM YOU ORPHANED! APOLOGIZE! APOLOGIZE!”
God, Malleus’s Overblot would be so much worse. Not only would it happen faster, but without Yuu, it would probably be harder to overcome. Several dreams would change, featuring Yuu and Sheila together as an adorable mother-daughter duo (though I think the Yuus in the dreams wouldn’t act like Blot monsters, but more like Kifaji, because that’s how everyone remembers Yuu—someone who could see beyond the surface, who would tell them the truth).
It's probably thanks to this dream version of Yuu that the boys manage to have something like a final goodbye to the real Yuu. Even if it's a fragment of their imagination or something created by Malleus, they know this is something she would have wanted (think of it as a moment similar to "you were a wonderful experience/you were...everything").
Imagine that while everyone is asleep, Overblot!Malleus is cradling Sheila, humming her a melody, trying to lull her to sleep. He SO badly wants to give Sheila what she wants: her mom and a happy world, but she doesn't make it easy for him. But he could never be angry with her, not at all, not with the last thing Yuu left behind to cherish and protect. The least he can do is make sure Sheila has the best dream ever.
Ahhhh, I went off on a tangent. In general, even though they're all hurting over what happened to Yuu, they know that she loved Sheila more than anything, so THAT'S the feeling that ultimately prevails: love for Sheila. It's just that some have less healthy ways of processing grief than others, but eventually they'll want to reconnect because, after all, she's the last thing Yuu left behind in this world.
Most importantly, they want to help Sheila return to her world. They may have failed Yuu, but they won't allow themselves to fail her baby. Until then, they'll have to decide who will be Sheila's legal guardian (most likely Lilia or Rook, as strange as that sounds) so they can continue with the plan WITHOUT Crowley's INTERVENTION.
Rain turns the window into a mosaic of blue, purple, and pink, as droplets reflect the luminescent glow from advertisements and the city outside. The world is cold, and as dark as the city could be — but inside your apartment, warmth surrounds you.
The tiny baby in your arms stirs and you smile down at him. His cheek brushes against your breast, milk dribbling down his chin. "Full?" You mumble softly, lifting him to rest against your shoulder. He whines in response, wriggling against your hands. "I know, I know." You shush him, bouncing him until you hear a soft burp from the small boy. "See? All better." You bring him back to your arms and he settles quickly, eyes fluttering sleepily before sleep stills him.
Keys rattle against the apartment door and you smile as it opens. Jake wheels in carefully, a bag of groceries balancing hazardously on his lap. You move to slide off of the couch but he quickly waves you off. "No, stay. I got it." You frown, whispering something to the baby in your arms, but he overhears and points at you as he sets down the groceries. "Neteyam, tell your mom to relax."
You laugh softly, giving in. Settling back against the cushions, you rock Neteyam softly, humming one of the lullabies you've known since you were a kid. You don't see the way Jake smiles fondly at the sight as he puts away the groceries. "You both fed?" He asks from across the room, pulling a box of formula from the bag.
You nod in response, attention focused on your son. "Okay, rephrasing. Are you fed?" Jake sighs when you don't answer. "Baby."
"I'm fine, he's just fallen asleep so I'll get something soon." Your husband doesn't take that answer, however — he wheels around the kitchen, picking up a plate and starting to make you food. "Jake—"
"You have to eat, baby. You need your strength, I won't have you not looking after yourself."
"I'm looking after our son."
"And our son would say the same."
"He's three weeks old..."
"Doesn't matter." You know you won't win, and so you stop trying to. Jake approaches you with a plate of food and you take it. But he scolds you when you place it on the coffee table instead of eating. "I'll feed you if I have to."
"Jake, please."
He just smiles fondly, laughing softly through his nose before he pulls himself next to you on the couch. You shuffle, leaning against his side so that he can see Neteyam, and his hand finds the baby's head instantly, thumb slowly brushing down his thin hair. His eyes find the side of your face, studying it as you stare at the baby in your arms with overwhelming love. "You're doing so good. You know that?"
You sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder and closing your eyes. Raising a baby in this world isn't easy — it never was — but living in a time where industry is prioritised over people, you're glad to have found a man as dedicated as Jake. "I'm so proud of you." His hand finds your hair, smoothing down the shorter pieces near your hairline that pregnancy had brought. He kisses the top of your head, lingering as he holds you close.
"Thank you..." You whisper quietly, relaxing into him further — but Jake shakes his head, resuming the action of brushing down your hair.
"Nothin' to thank me for. Wouldn't wanna be anywhere else." His arm falls to your shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. Neteyam coos quietly, arms flailing as he rubs at his face. "Hey, little man. Realised your dad's here?" You laugh fondly, sitting up slightly to pass your son into his father's arms. "There we go..." Jake shushes Neteyam as he fusses at the movement, and soon enough the baby boy is asleep again.
You relax again into Jake's side, your arms wrapping around his bicep. "You're doing good too."
He lets out a huff, "I have the easy job." His finger runs down Neteyam's round cheek, watching his chest rise and fall.
Silence falls between you. Comfortable, content. The city lives loudly outside, construction almost constant, public transport busier than ever — but in here there is no sound besides the beating of hearts and Neteyam's sleeping breaths.
"They found me again..." Jake breaks the silence, and the words take a moment to register.
"... What?"
"In the baby isle too... bastards..." He whispers the word, but the emotion behind it is still there.
12 months. It had been 12 months since Tommy died, and the RDA are as determined as ever to grab up your husband and take him to another planet. At first, he was afraid for you to leave the house — worse when you were pregnant — it's not that he thought the RDA would do anything bad, but he didn't know the extent they would go to get him to comply. Rumours spread like fire nowadays...
And today, finding him in the baby isle? The things unspoken leave bruises deeper than if they'd have just asked him — they don't care about you, his wife and newborn, his life, his family. They expect him to uproot, leave you stranded on a dying planet to go and live dangerously on another...
He leans forward, picking up a piece of paper next to your plate. You see that it's a letter, an official looking one too. "From Dr. Grace Augustine... And a note from a guy called Norm Spellman. Knew Tommy apparently, worked with him."
You shake your head. Asking people who knew Tommy to get involved? It's disrespectful above anything else. You take the letter from his hand, turning it once, twice, like the contents will shift if you try hard enough.
"Dr. Augustine runs the program Tommy was under. Norm worked directly with him, here, on Earth..." The words hurt, you know they do. Neteyam stirs in his arms like he can feel the way his father's heart tugs, the way your brain tries to cope with the idea of the RDA getting desperate, changing their methods... Jake wasn't allowed to mourn, not to them.
You don't know how to respond. Your eyes skim the letter, feeling like you already know what it will say. You smile fondly, sadly, at Norm's short introduction, the way he described his relationship with Tommy. You'd met Tommy a couple of times, being your husband's twin, and his mannerisms are easy to recall.
Dr. Augustine's letter is harder to digest. Clinically explaining her work and the "Avatar program". The way she described Pandora makes your heart twist — you too had often thought about a life on a planet that isn't doomed, and she describes a world you had only seen in documentaries. Green, alive, clean... A world you yearned for your son to grow up in...
"It sounds good..." You can't help saying. Because of one offer at the end of her letter — bring your wife with you.
"Out of the question." He shakes his head, and you see the way he bites his cheek. Tears well up in his eyes and you turn your whole body to face him.
"What?" The question is quiet. How could he be so sure about not going? Pandora sounds like an incredible opportunity to raise Neteyam, happy and healthy. "But—"
"You can't put babies in cryo. I looked it up already." He sighs, blinking away the wetness in his eyes and sighing heavily.
You nod, solemn. Hope quickly draining from your chest. "Oh..."
Silence falls again, but this time charged. He wouldn't leave you. He especially wouldn't leave Neteyam, not this young. It was clear that no money in the world would change that, the RDA frequently reminded you of their pay for the time he would be there. Yet another thing that would give Neteyam a head start, a better life. You couldn't help but feel torn — glad he wouldn't leave, but upset he wasn't thinking about giving his son that life.
You didn't say the words. They got caught in your throat, felt like bile whenever you urged to say them. Leave me here. Do it for Neteyam.
Instead, the conversation passed. The night continued like it always did — but the offer from the RDA fizzled at the back of your mind.
How's the lambs mental and physical condition from running the cult?
(Asking because my body is mutilated from practicing a group festival dance,and I so badly need a distraction 🥲)
(took a while to answer hope you are doing better🍀)
Physically they had never been stronger. Mentally? They struggled to manage the cult, spending time in the camp made them feel guilty over being the only survivor of their family let alone the last lamb so they took a while to improve, preferring to advance on slaughtering the old faith during crusades.
It took failure and visiting TOWW a couple of times to actually try and better the cult.
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