#ask trapper

[meet-the-trapper-tf2]

Ask me about anyone(ocs, mercs etc) and i’ll try respond

(Mod is working on domination lines rn so please be patient!!)

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

[regular-gnome]

could you draw papa titan backhanding the fuck out of belos

(also i love your art)

absolutely (danke!:P)

[tojisun]

simon is a thirst trap king okay ???

especially in a relationship with you. he loovveesss sending thirst trap videos and pics cause he's a fucking whore and he LOVES your reactions.

imagine he sends you this video of himself walking in the rain in a thin t-shirt that hugs his muscles:

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8JJerVp/

I'M S(CREAMING) 🛐🛐🛐🛐

also simon lowkey has a tik tok where he posts these thirst traps because YOU want him to 😭

OH MY GODDD

im giggling but simon is a thirst trap king for sure!! his body is great, with the scars and all, and he knows it and i love that so much!

it starts with a gym pic—a black compression shirt, some shorts, and his beautiful tatted delts on display. has your mouth watering so you send him appreciative comments, chirping how he looks good and that wow he should really come home soon. (he did lol)

then it exploded into something permanent when you posted it on your socials—“ribbon challenge with my man” and it’s him tearing through the pink bow on his bicep by flexing, and people, rightfully so, are interesteddd

he starts an account per your suggestion, and every post a video he’s already sent you so he always dedicates them to you. he always tags your user in every post, and there are no hashtags or anything, and he limits the comments to only you because you’re truly the only target audience he needs 🙂‍↕️

sure his friends start featuring in them (number one liked video was when he dumped his phone on price and this man was so sleep deprived, he thought he’s on a facetime call or smthn and just started murmuring, “hey. yeah how are you?” (this greeting is just muscle memory) “sorry i can’t hear you well because the kids (he means the boys) are loud but when are they not. hello? i cant hear you—” he brought the phone close to his forehead. “hello? simon! the call’s been dropped, i think!”) but it’s always videos of him flexing, or showing off his back, or his tits to you first then to the masses LOL

but yea this man thirst traps well. needs to tease you first, you know?

(you start retaliating and, well, simon can no longer let the lads borrow his phone)

[letternotekisses]

Could you do something for The trapper? Along the lines of getting caught in one of his traps in a game and he can't resist getting a good feel, it would be a waste to just be put on hook afterall!!

ily anon <3 cw for v slight mention of the trapper jerkin it, blood n gore and non consensual touching

You were his favourite.

You were keen and diligent, always glancing up and down to spot the glimpse of the metal jaws he'd primed in the greenery. You knew who he was - a hunter, tracking you through the dirty moss and bristling reeds in wait of your delicate ankles falling victim to his traps. Evan had waited so long to snatch you up, yet it seemed at every trials end you were disappearing into the fog - just out of arms reach.

This trial, however, felt different. Maybe the entity had finally heeded his requests in the bloodweb - his gnarled mask staring into the fire as he carelessly threw in another offering. Or rather, she'd heard his heavy grunts ringing out through the ironworks - Evan's breaths billowing out behind his mask in raspy moans that sounded suspiciously like your name.

Either way - his prize came forth in the form of a suspiciously easy trial - where he'd still yet to catch you. You'd tried your best in the end, unhooking your little friends every time Evan had strung them up like pigs to bleed, but it just wasn't enough. He seemed faster, stronger this round - cleaving through the other survivors like butter and leaving little old you all alone to find the hatch.

All it took was for one little misstep, the stress of your situation leaving you less alert than usual and allowing you the misfortune of stumbling right into the jagged metal of one of his traps. A shiver of dark delight fell over Evan once he heard your scream sound out into the cold air, why, you were only a few metres away, you sneaky little thing.

You claw at your ankle, hands slicked with blood as you try so desperately to pry the metal jaws away from your torn flesh. Your grip is made worse by the watery mud of the swamp, and it isn't long until you hear the thundering footsteps of the Trapper behind you, your heart hammering like a little hummingbird in your chest.

He's quick to splay a broad hand out on the small of your back, pushing you harshly into the mud so he can crane the trap off of your ankle. Evan can hear your pained whimpers, face buried into the crook of your arms as you wait for him to pick you up, or worse, mori you. Instead, the Trapper takes great satisfaction in moving his calloused hand underneath you, propping you up so he can rut himself against your back.

Evan practically growls against the back of your head, the gnarled carving of his mask jutting into your soft cheek. His breaths are thick and rugged as he reaches to palm your soft tits through the fabric of your top - your confused, indignant whimper only made it all the more delicious. He palms your hip in a deceptively soothing manner, his fat, heavy cock stiffening against the cleft of your ass.

But alas, the Entity hungers. The Trapper pulls away almost reluctantly, the Entity had gifted him greatly this trial - Evan would make sure to keep in her good graces for trials much like this in the future. You cry and squirm as he hoists you up, kicking against the broad wall that is his back when he stands straight, a hand kept firm on your ass in a very indiscreet manner. He growls, feeling his cock chubbed up against his boiler suit.

It's a damn shame to watch the Entity take you away, your body ascending into the sky as Evan observed, a pleased rumble reverberating through his chest. He continues to think about it long after the trial had ended.

When you pop back up at your shabby little campfire, confused and stammering as your survivor friends crowd you in attempts at comfort - Evan watches on from the treeline, palming at himself through his overalls. Now that the Entity had gifted him a taste of you - he only wanted more.

Poor sweet thing, you had no idea what was ahead of you now.

[thelatecaptainpierce]

Thank you for the Trapper Monday. I am feeling absolutely normal (lying). <3

A blessed Trapper Monday to us all <3

[hawkeyeslaughter]

Do you have any (minor) headcanons that you have little to no evidence for but you just believe them as if they were the truth?

oh god of course i do

— the nurses taught klinger how to hem , alter , even make some of his own clothes ; he gets so good at it that sometimes they just come to him with their needs

— the uke ( ? ) that hawkeye has hanging in the swamp ? he knows how to play it surprisingly well , he just never does unless drunker than usual

— radar put soles in his boots one time that made him taller and it took even hawkeye like a solid week to figure out what was different about him ( once he did , though , radar had no refuge from the teasing )

— the nurses hold regular gossip sessions and sometimes compare notes on the guys of the 4077th

— margaret knows how to cut hair , taught herself how to cut her own ( because she got sick of barbers not cutting it the way she wanted ) . has more than once had to come to the rescue of nurses who have marred their hair by taking the scissors to it

— in college bj was a relentless and revered hazer ( which is funny considering he barely got through his own hazing )

— hawkeye’s use of petnames ( “ darling “ , “ sweetheart “ , “ baby “ , etc etc ) are all picked up from trapper . prior to meeting him he hardly ever used them

— when oliver got his orders home , trapper and hawkeye threw him a rager in the swamp and were very badly hungover for their actual goodbye the next day

— father mulcahy has that thing where he hears a tune and can instantly play it on the piano

— charles falls asleep regularly during movie nights hawkeye and beej drag him to , usually on hawkeye’s shoulder

— trapper is colorblind . not like , drastically colorblind , but hawkeye finds out one day and teases him absolutely relentlessly for it

— trapper and oliver always did this bit where they pretended they were whispering things and wouldn’t tell hawkeye what they were saying because it was funny to watch hawkeye get all huffy and annoyed with them

— henry has to do the right / left things with his hands all the time ( PLSASE ITS SO STUPID )

— margaret has a crazy sweet tooth + sometimes bj asks peg to send sweets back specifically for margaret

— potter’s horse or pet names in general very rarely alter because he just can’t be bothered to come up with new creative ones . besides , tried and true always works

— klinger is a pool shark . idk why he is he just is . he has pool shark vibes

— trapper briefly considered going into pediatrics

— charles sometimes has very serious conversations with the camp strays ( mainly just voicing whatever he may be thinking of at the particular moment )

— radar sometimes likes to imagine he’s the protagonist in a superhero world and i mean why not . little dude is literally psychic

— hawkeye has a habit of ripping at his nails , klinger regularly checks them and manicures them for him

— the nurses and swamp rats regularly get involved in prank wars . the nurses are far more clever than some people realize

— hawkeye and trapper stood back to back once to see who was taller and had radar judge ( hawkeye tried to bribe radar to say it was him )

— one time margaret made frank cry so hard he threw up . good for her

— bj has weirdly good reflexes and can catch things while barely looking up , he has a habit of saying “ i knew i should’ve gotten into baseball “

— charles does that thing where someone asks him to do something and he says “ no “ while actively doing it

— the swamp rats are all actively ready to swing on anyone who upsets one of the nurses and that goes double for margaret . sometimes they actually do

— hawkeye has a pair of roller skates . do with this information what you will .

— father mulcahy is a self - taught painter

— henry tells the same stories more than once and hawkeye , trapper , and radar have a mutual agreement to pretend they’ve never heard them whenever this happens

— hawkeye and radar have made many a pinky promise , and never once did one get broken

— charles is surprisingly a god awful secret keeper , he tells most secrets to margaret

— henry is scared shitless of cats

[fishyvamp]

I think Tarhos, Trapper, Danny, frankly all of the killers really, would come with me to my doctors appoitment and threaten the doctor if they weren't taking my issues seriously, love them for that

This hits close to the chest, doctor's ignoring signs brushing you off. Suddenly your notes include hypochondria, history of severe mental illness, or some other way to discredit you for every cynical half assed doctor who sees your notes. Maybe not every killer, but enough of them for sure and these are violent and passionate killers. If you are their world, oh boy the doctor better hope that they only piss the one off who isn't stab happy dump their body in the woods kind of person.

Just for my sanity and so I can live vicariously through my own writing this will take place in a modern!AU though if you want a more period accurate one I'd indulge.

Evan Macmillan, The Trapper, is from one the most influential families in the city. What the fuck do they mean his doll is a lazy and should lose weight?! You're trying everything to get better, but you can barely get out of bed. Your limbs feeling like lead most mornings. He shows up holding your hand as he listens to the doctor adress him and not you. Telling him, not you that it's all about diet.

Evan Macmillan is short tempered, he tries to hard to control it, but the fact that the doctor is talking to him and not you and asking him for the information has him screaming at the doctor as you try to calm him down. The man is seeing red, hating himself for prioritizing the work at the mine instead of your health. If the doctor doesn't agree to at least test Evan will make sure the doc is blacklisted to hell and back, because you don't deserve to live like this without at least answers.

Tarhos Kovács, The Knight, is a veteran, turned mercenary, who enlisted way too young. He's seen too many fall apart from neglect and you are his world. He knows you are trying and he knows you want to get better. Your eyes full of tears whenever you come home a new bottle of pills in a brown paper bag. You hurt all the time, your head hurts all the time. Days on end in bed, you feel bad that with little time he is home is spent with him caring for you. Surely he would want someone less broken.

One too many times this has happens and he's driving to the doctors office leaving you at home just so he can yell at someone. The doctor would be preferred, but he'll settle on an administrator to threaten and scream at. They haven't done any scans ever for you and you've dealt with this longer then you have known him. It hurts him to know that you're being ignored. For some strange reason you get a call saying the doctor wants scans on the book for a more comprehensive look.

"Jed Olsen", The Ghostface, is silent rage kind of guy. You insisted that he didn't need to come. You're still freshly dating only a few months, but he knows your ill and knows you've been ignored Everytime you've asked for help. You're afraid he's going to scream at the doc make a scene and just generally be embarrassing. You know he's angry, he's got that look in his eye that You've only seen when he said he had business to take care of weirdly smelled of bleach the next day. However that didn't happen instead you watch him pull out a thick pocket journal opening it up.

Turns out he's been monitoring you closely and that smart watch he got you was him preparing for this. He starts rattling off any and every unusual thing he's noted and is even willing to give a copy to the doc to go over. Hard to say it's in your head when the details are all written down. The doc says he needs to look over it to figure out what tests he wants to run but there was enough there for him to justify it. "Jed" is just happy to see that look of relief on your face knowing that something might finally happen even if there is no cure at least you're a step closer to finding out what it might be. He also starts taking your vitals more openly now that his secret is out.

Philip Ojomo, The Wraith, has been ignored enough time himself to know who is the right doctor to go to. Someone who will actually listen to you, someone who looks horrified as you explain why you just stopped trying to figure out what is wrong with you. Philip doesn't care how far the two of you have to travel for you to get proper care, he'll take work off to drive hours to get you to a specialist. He doesn't see it as a chore, he loves you and this; this is just him caring for the one he loves more then the air itself. He'll even carry you inside when you inevitably pass out on the drive home.

[deadbydangit]

Since today is mine.

Celebrating your birthday with them: Trickster, Mastermind, Trapper

Trickster

When it comes to his birthday, it's not just a day.

He celebrates for a full week.

All about him getting everything he wants.

He expects everyone to shower him in gifts and praise.

But you?

He's never celebrated anyone else's birthday before.

"So... It's the same... But opposite?"

Ji-Woon can be a little selfish.

He's never had a reason to celebrate someone else's birthday before.

Well, there was Yun-Jin but...

"Ugh, everything she wanted to do was like, the opposite of what I wanted to do. So I didn't do it."

Again, kind of selfish.

It's going to take some time to wrap around his head that today isn't about him.

So, he'll suck it up and do everything you want to do for a day.

Within reason that is.

If it brings any harm to himself or you, he's out.

No exceptions.

Or anything that could wreck his appearance.

Other than that, he'll make sure you have a great day no matter what.

Your favorite foods?

Done.

A piece of jewelry you've been eyeing?

Yours.

That restaurant you've always wanted to go to?

He doesn't even need reservations.

He's got you covered.

But if you think they're going to sing Happy Birthday to you at the restaurant, you're wrong.

The only one singing is going to be him.

And he won't do it out in public.

This is a special occasion for someone special like you.

So it's only going to be heard by your ears and your ears alone.

Mastermind

Birthdays aren't that big a thing for Wesker.

It isn't that he doesn't care about you or your special day.

It's just something he's not used to.

He never actually celebrated his birthday until he met you.

So forgive him if he's a little clueless or insensitive about the subject.

To him, simply wishing you a happy birthday should suffice.

He was just raised differently.

If it really bothers you, say something. Because he won't figure it out otherwise.

He'll make an effort to make it special for you then.

It still won't be extravagant, but he'll make it nice.

He'll let you sleep in, which is something he'd never let you do otherwise.

He'll even make you breakfast.

When it comes to gifts, he prefers practical things.

Clothing, wallets, things you actually get use out of.

However, if you hint hard enough that you want something, he'll surprise you and get it.

As long as it's not something like a video game that will cause you to be lazy.

He'd prefer to take you somewhere rather than get you something.

He finds experiences are more impactful than material objects.

He won't exactly spoil you, but he will do his very best to make the day enjoyable for you.

He'll try to accommodate himself to doing the things you enjoy.

Even if he finds them trivial or ridiculous.

If it's something that makes you happy, he'll join in for you.

He'll even try and be more positive and less cynical for the day, just for you.

Only for you.

Trapper

Evan grew up in luxury.

However, he never really celebrated his birthday.

If anything, it was a day of sorrow for him.

His mother died while giving birth to him, so he almost feels guilty for being born sometimes.

And his father wasn't one to show affection, let alone celebrate anything Evan did unless it was work related.

So he doesn't necessarily know how to celebrate someone's birthday either.

All the knowledge she has on birthday celebrations is from what he's observed and what he's read about.

However, what he knows about our children's celebrations. Not adults.

So he's still rather lost.

Of course, he'll wish you a happy birthday.

But other than that, he doesn't know what to do.

He's too prideful to ask for help for something like this, so he's going to try and wing it.

And, when that ultimately doesn't work out, he'll ask you.

And he'll ask you awkwardly.

"So... What do you do for your birthday?"

He's trying.

Give him a break.

But really, he wants to make this day special for you.

So you just tell him whatever you want to do.

And he'll do it, no questions asked.

Favorite food?

Done.

Want something? Anything?

It's yours.

Make sure to thank him with extra hugs and kisses.

It makes him feel like he's doing something right for once in his life.

[the-trapper-talks]

// Wanna go on a date with the Trapper? Here’s your chance!! This is open to anyone who wants to go on a dinner date with him. You’re free to change the text as well!! Do anything!! Draw anyone in!! Oc’s, yourself, other characters, go crazy!!! Original pic/comic panel under the cut.

[t00thpasteface]

Update on my "none of friends like MASH" plight:

friend has been found. friend is very nice. Talking to friend led to this silly interaction between Hawkeye and One Unnamed Character, for which you will have no context.

"…I can't say I'm glad you're Hawkeye, but at least you're not Trapper."

"why's that?"

"He's the straight one I think"

trapper has "it's not gay to kiss the homies goodnight" energy to me. like, he does gay stuff, but he doesn't think it's gay, because it's just pallin' around with the guys, and besides, he's not gay, obviously, so why would he do gay stuff, amirite?

[eagle-head-charge]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, MAGGOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TRAPPER, MEDIC, ME AND MY LOVELY MOUR WENT TRICK-OR-TREATING TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No sign of Merasmus this year. LET'S KEEP IT THAT WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I GOT SO MUCH CANDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@meet-the-trapper-tf2 @medic-on-red @medic-and-spy DID YOU GUYS HAVE FUN?????????? MAKE SURE ALL YOUR CANDY IS AMERICAN!!!!!!!!! NO COMMIE FOODS ALLOWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[regular-gnome]

if papa Titan himself threw it back

would the pure tectonic power produced by his clapping ass-cheeks reverberate throughout the planet

that is one of the funniest things anyone has send to me here

[trappper-johnathan]

Klinger and Hawkeye are not included because that would be too easy. Klinger is THEE drag queen of the 4077th, and we all know Hawkeye would kill it, so they are the judges.

((btw I would love to hear why you chose who you did! And also if you think of any drag names the characters would come up with 👀))

[letternotekisses]

letterrrr ohhh lettteerrr

do you still write for the trapper

i need more of him after i’ve read that old one

pleaseeeeeee

(18+mdni) oh!!! a trapper request in my inbox!!! at last!! pls take whatever this is!!

You'd become much too accustomed to the jaws of his traps.

You could spot the rusty metal primed along the greenery, sharp edges glinting at you through the foliage and casting a shadow in the moonlight. Every creak or groan of the weary steel you had memorised, each one presenting a different meaning, whether he be setting it down to snare the delicate ankles of your poor friends, or cleaning it over his lap in the quiet, whispering heart of the entity.

You'd been around him too much. His gnarled mask always reflecting shimmers of the campfire over your shoulder, draining the crackling warmth from your bones. Eventually your guilt crept in and sunk its claws deep, cloying enough to spur you away from the safety of the campfire and lead him away where he couldn't hurt any of the other survivors in a territorial dispute. But as far as Evan was concerned, you were already his.

It's only fair that you come home with him. After all, you'd spent far too long wandering those woods aimlessly. A constant tingle up your spine that read Evan wasn't far behind, herding you towards the MacMillan estate like a wolf in careful pursuit of a rabbit, hoping it doesn't catch his scent on the wind. He wants you to think it's your idea, to send you fleeing right into the centre of his grounds so he can swoop in and claim you on home turf, snapping you up into the hungry, slobbering jaws of the wolf.

And so, much to his macabre delight, the Ironworks became your second home. And in his domain, it became almost impossible to avoid him. But Evan was a patient man, he'd waited and worked so hard for the Entity, he won't spoil it all by scaring you off, to send you bolting back into the woods like your instinctual nature told you to.

Even if he wanted to take chase, to hunt you down and pin you in the dirt like his own instincts screamed, to bare his jaws around your throat and feel your pulse hammer beneath his tongue. To tempt fate as he indulges in your soft, unmarred flesh.

Eventually you become needy. Lonely and starved of whatever fleeting comforts you had back at that shabby little campfire, and he doesn't even have to chase you down because you start sniffing around. You come to him, peeping around the basement wall at him with wide, cautious eyes as he's tending to the jaws of his traps. Strong, beefy arms tensing with each pull of the creaking metal, the work almost so artful you don't think he notices your gaze.

He does. Letting you inch closer and closer to him under the pretence that he hasn't caught wind of you, until he can hear the soft breaths parting your pretty lips. Evan is a vast monster of a man, but he takes your hand tenderly to guide you onto his lap, spreading you over a thick thigh and luring you closer with gentle, uncharacteristic touches. It's an unspoken agreement, the security of his arms extended either side of you while he gets back to work and you sap the horribly human warmth from his skin. You feel guilt billow thickly in your lungs as his heavy breaths cast down onto the nape of your neck, shame flooding your body with heat - because you like it.

You shift, squirming as if uncomfortable and it has the Trapper pausing behind you, letting the traps mechanisms clatter down onto the wooden workbench loudly as his breathing thickens against your skin. His overalls are thick and rough, doing exactly what they're designed to do, but it doesn't mask the hot mass prodding your inner thigh. It doesn't mask your shame, either, but that doesn't stop you from grinding against it like a desperate bitch in heat. What would the others think?

He rasps against you, huge body wired straight as a hand encompasses the fat of your hip and kneads it, encouraging you, take what you need. Pitiful whimpers mingling with the chittering whispers of the Entity as you get off using a monster man twice your size, but the gnarled carving of his mask scraping your shoulder reveals who's really in control.

He grunts, gruff and mean when he yanks your trousers down, two thick, probing fingers pulling your underwear aside to find his prize - his gift for being so patient. You make a low noise that reads shame at how wet you were when he pulled his fingers away, but he only laughs cruelly, raspy and hedonistic against your skin, his chest vibrating and sending skittering goosebumps across your flesh. Evan scoots you up, wedging you between him and the worktop, his big fingers stuffing themselves into your went cunt deeply enough to make you jolt, squeezing him impossibly deeper with a shameful squeal.

Evan wants to devour you, blood rushing past his ears between your soft cries and his heavy breathing muting out around his dirty thoughts, but there would be time for that later. You were so pliant, soft and sweet as he twists his fingers, your lips forming a small 'o' as your cunt greedily accepts him in. He was rewarding you, tender and giving before he got his way, for being so good and accepting him as the only one for you, for welcoming him in and being so warm, so inviting around his fingers.

He - the Trapper, a beast you should have stayed away from - follows your every move, drawn tight like a predator ready to spring, you arch your hips higher to chase the climbing pleasure, to help angle his thick fingers deep inside and excite him by squeezing down, offering yourself up like dinner to the hungry wolf. It isn't long before he reaches the end of his patience, his hospitality waning as his hand encompasses your side, kneading the plush flesh as he manhandles you into a position that suits him.

Face down, ass up. Pretty pussy all on display for him as he pulls himself free, his fat cock hot, hard and heavy in his hand. You wiggle your hips invitingly - and he all but snarls. Pressing you down harshly as he mounts you from behind, thick tip brushing through your folds and making you twitch before he roughly pushes inside and drives himself deep, heavy balls twitching against your backside. Your legs are spread wide to accommodate his sheer size, your soft breasts heaving with each struggling breath as he forces your jaw open, hooking two huge, salty fingers behind your molars to grant leverage to fuck your cunt harder, deeper. Evan wants to tear into your softness, bury a place for himself and root deep, to make sure you remember the feel of him inside. Each soft noise that escapes you is laden with want and dirty shame, but he'd take you back and fuck you in front of them all if that's what it took to prove his claim over you.

He'll bend you over any surface and rut into you until it sticks, while you whimper and moan at the aching stretch between your legs, prodding deep against your cervix until you feel him in your belly. If you sit on his face he'll eat his way to your heart. He wants and wants and wants, an insatiable starving beast quelled only by the flowery scent of your skin, and the fact you came to him first meant you wanted too, you were just too shameful to verbalise it.

That's okay. He'll fuck it out of you no matter how long, or how many tries it takes.

[artificial-radiance]

I'm curious! Why trapper instead of hunter for beast? is it a case of 'she's named after how you get her?'

It's actually due to me thinking Hunter/Huntress was a little too on-the-nose for a reflection, but it also has to do with how she acts.

She's similar to the Hunted in that she knows how to survive and keep you alive based on instinct, but where he is prey, she is predator. She thinks herself an ambush predator, and so she will act like one.

It also ties into the Quarry's chapter 3 routes - the Snare (Den equivalent) and the Cage (Wild equivalent). They aren't as thoroughly planned out though, I need to play through Beast, Den, and Wild again.

She went through a few name changes actually - originally she was the Cutthroat, and then briefly the Hunter, and now the Trapper.