#dell conagher x reader

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

How would the mercs react to their s/o trying to write them a love poem?

:)

Ok, I'm not good at all with sappy stuff but let me give it a try. @blubushie (for mention of sniper. go crazy buddy.)

Demo: Demo is very emotionally backed up so it would take him a good long while for him to actually understand the deeper meaning of the poem. But when he does he wont really know how to react. He'd sort of stand around and wait for his S/O to ask him about it again so he could give them praises while he hugs them. If the opportunity doesn't arrive he'd probably try and write one back (badly) so they can bring it up.

Engie: Engie would start a little war between him and his partner. Its a gesture game baby and this man is king of subtlety. Though for love he's a bit of a show off. The more heated this fluffy little competition gets the more he amps it up. He's likely gonna try and show off with an invention or a song that'll knock the socks off of his S/O. Then he'd feel accomplished enough to lie down with 'em and whisper just how much all that stuff meant.

Heavy: Heavy is very poetic himself, though its a lot harder for him to explain it in English. Theres a lot of metaphor in his work he would have to explain to his S/O and thats easier said than done. He's very much a show don't tell sort of guy so why would he be any different in delivery. If they speak Russian rest assured that letter will return every bit of love reflected at him.

Medic: Oh boy Lutz would tease them so hard, he's so mean but he loves them very much. He's not at all used to this fluffy stuff and would scoff if anyone else did it. But with them? Of course he loves the goofy prose and obvious infatuation they have with him, how could he not? He loves every bit of the attention and will make sure to prove it by being plenty affectionate throughout the week.

Pyro: Pyro almost goes too far in excitement, theres likely a chance that Pyro just saw the Letter P followed by a heart in their bedroom and just about pranced with glee. Pyro is the type to parade their partner around proudly showing off how much they love each other. This ends up with half finished love poems strung around the room that the two encourage each other to finish.

Scout: Scout is an absolute dweeb but he'd try to play it cool by insisting that it was only expected of him to get 'fanmail'. Truth be told though Scout would melt into the floor from a kiss to the cheek by someone who he can actually call his partner. So this gesture is returned the very next day by a goddamn tsunami of gifts at their house.

Sniper: Sniper doesn't know how to react to this at all? He isn't sure why its necessary, and its hard for him to understand, but its the thought that counts. He's conflicted for a while about why exactly they'd want to tell him how they feel in writing. He's ultimately very confused but he keeps it pinned to the inside of his vest or tucked neatly into one of his pockets to keep their words on him. (He's grown on me thanks to someone I know.)

Soldier: Soldier doesn't get it but he's a big enough doofus to love it anyway. He seems like the type of guy who only ever really got valentines cards for parties. So if his S/O wrote him something he'f for sure cherish it. Even if he didn't fully understand the point or its meanings. He's a lot like Drax from Gardians of the Galaxy.

Spy: Very bold of his S/O to assume he's going to be the only one receiving love letters. Its very likely Spy knew very well before hand that they were going to be making him one so he thought ahead and got them presents and a letter of his own to be prepared. This cheeky and clever asshole!

[rabbittf2x]

This was requested. :)

Warning: Suggestive

Mercs join Reader’s shower

Includes: Heavy, Engineer and Medic

Heavy💖

After a hard day of work in the hot sun, all Heavy wanted was you. He sought you out, entering your room in hopes to cuddle. A big frown met his face when he found you weren’t in there. Trudging down the hall, he soon heard the shower running…

Heavy snuck into the showers, finally finding you under one. You were scared out of your skin when you heard his booming voice call your name from behind

“Jesus, Heavy!” You shouted in surprise

Heavy laughed, pulling the bullets and vest off his torso. “Heavy missed you!” He exclaimed

A smile crept across your own face, turning to face him. “I missed you too.” You replied

Heavy’s cheeks flushed red. It only just clicked in his head that you were naked. He took off his own shirt, unbuckling his belt next

“Come,” you held out a wet hand. “Join me.” You smirked

Heavy took off his fingerless gloves, then intertwined his fingers with yours. You tugged him under the warm water with you, leaning your head against his bare chest. He cradled you against him, holding you in an intimate embrace

Engineer💖

The Engineer had been locked up in his workshop all day. It was his day off, but he was still working his butt off. He felt really bad he didn’t spend this free time with you

He emerged from the workshop at nighttime, and went straight to your room. Engie pouted in confusion when he found you were nowhere to be seen. He closed your bedroom door and ventured down the hall. He walked passed the showers, hearing what sounded like just one running. That definitely wasn’t any of the others…

The Engineer crept into the showers, hearing your sweet voice humming a soft tune as you washed yourself. “Darling,” he greeted

You shouted out in fright, whipping around to find your boyfriend peeking behind the wall. “Holy shit, Dell! What’re you doing?” You huffed

Engie chuckled, stepping forward and slipping off his hardhat. “I’m sorry, darling. Didn’t mean to spook ya. I’m just glad to see ya after a long day.” He explained, now pulling off his goggles and unbuckling his overalls

You placed your hands on your bare hips with a cheeky smile. “Finally coming to spend some time with me, I see.” You flirted. The Engineer giggled shyly, letting his overalls fall to the floor along with his boots, now unbuttoning his shirt. “You better come over here and make up for lost time then, boy.” You grinned

Medic💖

Medic was in his infirmary operating on patients all day. By the end of it, his vest and hands were caked in blood. The sun was setting now, and he could finally relax. He wandered out of the infirmary to the showers, ready to get clean

Medic entered the showers, surprised to hear one of them already running. His surprise was turned to bliss though when he heard you humming a tune from behind the wall

“Oh!” Medic called your name. “Hello! I didn’t know you were in here!” He grinned

You turned to see your crazed boyfriend beaming at you, a faint blush forming on his face. “Hi, baby! Care to join?” You smiled back

“Ooh! Yes, please!” Medic replied quickly

He tore the bloodied clothes from his body with haste, eager to join you under the warm water. When he was as bare as you, he stepped into the shower. Your smile didn’t falter as you rubbed off the crusted blood on his arms, making him melt into your touch

“Thank you…” Medic purred

“All good, dear. God, you’re filthy.” You said as you scrubbed at his bloody hands too

Medic’s face soon turned as red as the blood all over him. He liked it when you called him filthy. You ran your soapy hands all over his toned muscles, causing a problem to erect…

[brain-amoeba]

i was sent this ask:

"Hello, you! can there be a headcannon where, (Scout, Sniper, demo, and my favorite Texan, engi) hugging S/o and the merc is like: “Oh no I’m in love with them” as their face is all red? And, S/o is sorta worried about them and asking “you good?” this scenario has been itching my brain for a few days lol

Anon jilly🦭🌺"

and i believe you may have forgotten to turn anon on when submitting the ask, so i still saw your url. out of respect for your anonymity, i will answer here instead of from the inbox, so hopefully it still finds you well! also i hope you don't mind i do a mini scenario for these as opposed to HCs, just to give yall a little more content :3

Mercs Getting a Big Ole Hug

Scout

-You two always had a strong bond, and a dynamic like childhood friends. It was always fun and games with Scout, and when the time came, he knew how to comfort you and be there for you albeit in his own clumsy and Scout-y way.

-It wasn't until he noticed the way the other Mercs looked at you did he start to see you as more than just a friend--he now became acutely aware of how soft your skin felt when it brushed up against his, the way your hair perfectly framed your face, every small detail about you, and he couldn't believe he never noticed any of this before.

-It was your day off, and as usual, you spent it with Scout. The two of you tired yourselves out playing catch outside, as well as other fun roughhousing typical of your other pastimes. While running for the ball, you tripped and fell forward, but Scout was quick enough to catch you, and held you in a tight embrace. You instinctively wrap your arms around his torso and bury your head in his chest. He maintains his grip on you, but his face is as red as his uniform--all of a sudden the outside air feels cramped and he's getting clammy. It was like getting hit with his own Atomizer: all the times he's admired every little thing about you coming together all at once to beat him over the head with the realization that he was in love with you.

-You finally let him go, looking up at him and yelping a bit in surprise. "Scout?! What happened to you? Should we go see Medic?!" You ask frantically, concern showing on your scrunched features as you took in Scout's seemingly-ill state. "N-Nah, I'm okay, really! More than that, actually...I feel amazin'." He gazed at you with a softness you hadn't yet seen before, but it sparked a warmth in your heart and your tummy that you didn't oppose.

Sniper

-Sniper wasn't exactly one for PDA, let alone physical touch. Just didn't tickle his fancy. But you, something about you gave Sniper the desire, for the first time in ages, to hold, touch, and generally be around someone of his own volition. But for some reason, he just couldn't find it in himself to act on those desires. Whether it be his own deeply-instilled professionalism or cowardice, he couldn't tell. Whatever it was, all he knew was him being afraid of scaring you off. So he did nothing. The minimal interactions with you now would suffice, and his imagination could do the rest.

-You weren't exactly having the best day. Just yesterday, you scuffed a one-on-one encounter with an enemy merc that cost your team the mission, and today's target practice was not kind to you either. You found yourself alone on the range, tears of frustration pooling in your [color] eyes as you trudged along to set up the target dummy Sniper once again. Overwhelmed by frustration, you found yourself hugging the Sniper dummy for even the slightest sense of comfort, dropping your rifle to the dust below with a thud. The real Sniper, who had volunteered to check on you, heard the sound of your rifle hitting the ground as he left the base. The impact immediately spiked his adrenaline and caused the worst thoughts to run through his mind. He quickened his pace, almost falling over in place once he beheld the scene. Sniper couldn't help but feel a tug on his heartstrings watching you embrace the dummy of him. A warm flush crept its way to his rugged features as he realized the depth of his feelings for you way-exceeded his expectations.

-It's now or never, he thought to himself, finally finding the courage to approach you. He put a large gloved hand on your shoulder, eliciting a fearful shriek from you. Your face reddened with embarrassment, stammering as you tried to come up with a good excuse for your behavior. Wordlessly, Sniper wrapped you up in a tight embrace which immediately soothed your worries. "Shhh. It's alright, roo. Don't cry, now." He spoke just above a whisper, and despite being there to comfort you, he himself was trembling with anxiety at what he's just done. When you finally gathered yourself and parted from the Aussie's embrace, your eyes widened. "Sniper! What's gotten into you?!" He looked down at you with a slight smile, as if it would conceal the way his heart pounded in his chest.

"You have, sheila."

Demoman

-He wasn't always drunk! Okay, maybe he was, but that didn't mean he was always unaware. He was especially aware of a certain little merc who always took him to bed, always got him water, and always made sure to wish him a goodnight, even when the rest left him to drink himself to oblivion. He thought of you very fondly, like a close friend more than just a colleague. You were the first of the bunch to ever show a genuine compassion for him and actually attempt to care for him even in his drunken state (and he knew that was no easy feat).

-It was another night like always, the rest of the team off taking care of their own business while Demo had some precious one-on-one time with his scrumpy, this time accompanied by you! And you were actually drinking with him! It was the weekend, after all, and you decided what the hell, why not, and let your hair down a little. While not nearly as intoxicated as your Scottish companion, you definitely felt the buzzy warmth of drunkenness sneaking up on you. You felt more bubbly, confident, and silly. You gazed upon Demo fondly as he slurred through stories of missions, both failures and successes.

-Right as he was getting to the story's climax, he raised his arms above his head for dramatic affect, and you impulsively leapt into them. "Awwe Tavichhh, I wuv when you tell stowiesss" you mumbled into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his torso as if he'd leave you any second. The sudden show of affection almost sobered Demo up a bit, but he quickly dropped his arms and returned your embrace. In his drunken state, the warmth of your body against his felt like fire, and he couldn't help but notice the way you fit perfectly into him. Demo soon grabbed your shoulders, moving you back to meet his gaze. The sudden serious look on his face sent a shiver down your spine. "D-demo! What's the matter?!" He took in your flushed face as if he were looking upon the Mona Lisa herself before finally speaking, "Oh it's nothin, lass. I just enjoy lookin' at ye."

Engineer

-You were lucky enough to get some time off when you were informed this go-round of contracts did not include you. To your surprise, they didn't include Engie, either. You discovered this when you bolted for the workshop in a panic as you realized your prized headphones were destroyed! You were about to go on a walk before fishing them from your backpack and soon met with the disappointment of your prized possession in tatters--wires frayed, and hanging down almost mockingly.

-As you busted through the double doors of Engineer's workshop, he jumped in surprise, nearly dropping his wrench. "Well howdy to yourself too, darlin'!" He regained his bearings and approached you with a chuckle. "What's got you in such a tizzy, hm?" You simply raised the broken pair of headphones up*, looking at him like a lost puppy. "M-my headphones are destroyeeeddd!" You whined. Engie, behind his goggles, looked at you with a twinge of pain in his eyes just from hearing how distraught you were. Though he was empathetic to your "loss", he couldn't help but admire how adorable you sounded when you whimpered, and got a bit of an ego-boost from how you immediately came to him for aid. Engie took the headphones from you, inspecting them closely as he set them down on a nearby workbench. "Y'know, dear, these might not be a lost cause...let's see what some good ole fashioned Texan ingenuity can do!" He assured you with a sly smile.

-You fidgeted nervously as you watched over his shoulder while he tinkered away on your poor headphones. "Can I get you somethin' to drink darlin'? Maybe some water?" Engineer didn't take his eyes off the headphones as he spoke, currently re-twisting and wrapping wires before getting to work on the broken frame of the device. "I'm okay, thank you, Engie..." Truthfully, you were just too nervous to take your eyes off of the headphones while Engineer repaired them. Of course, you trusted his skillful hand, but with them being such a meaningful item to you, you couldn't help but hover over his shoulder and watch. Suddenly, Engie spoke up again, this time with a command-- "Close your eyes, dear." Nervously, you did as you were told. Engineer turned to face you, gently placing the repaired headphones on your head. Your eyes shot open and hands immediately went up to feel the newly repaired device now muffling your hearing.

-Without a second thought, you pulled Engie into a tight embrace. "Engie, you're the best!! Thank you so much!" You exclaimed, nuzzling his chest a bit as the two of you embraced. His large gloved hand gently caressed your back, giving it a slight pat in response to your praise. While Engineer typically maintained a relaxed exterior, internally, he was practically melting. A proper southern gentleman such as himself couldn't be indecent in the presence of a lady, but the fog on his goggles and pink in his cheeks said otherwise. You pulled away, removing the headphones. You went to inspect them further, but the sight before you stopped you dead in your tracks. "Engie?! You feeling alright??" He looked like he was about to pass out--and he felt like it, too.

-Engineer simply nodded, placing his ivory-colored cowboy hat on your head in response.

*this is exactly what i envisioned for this scene btw

[dancingpottedplant666]

So you know how Tf2 takes place in New Mexico? Well I’m an animal lover, and I know that there are tons of fantastic creatures there and I’m sure there are a bunch of them they would 100% be hanging around the nooks and crannies of RED team’s base. So I present to Ye:

Scenarios about how our beloved mercs and an animal-loving reader handle an encounter with New Mexico’s amazing fauna. 

Part 1 here!

Part 2: Defense

Demoman and the Swallowtail Butterflies 

It was mid morning during a ceasefire and all of the mercs were valuing their time away from the battlefield to the best of their abilities, and of course, Demo was last seen with two bottles of his beloved scrumpy as he headed outside to most likely, get drunk and pass out.

Two hours later, the heat was getting a bit too intense for anyone to be outside for too long, drunk or not. 

You decided it was best to try and find the team’s bomb expert before he burnt to a crisp. Grabbing a glass of cold, ice water and a wet towel just in case, you headed outside.

After a good fifteen minutes of searching around the base, you heard a familiar sound of snoring from the corner of a building. 

However, when you got there, the sight you saw made you let out a giggle.

A passed out Demoman covered in Swallowtail butterflies. 

They must’ve smelled the his sweat and decided it was a good place to rest. All of them resting on his face and hands, opening and closing their wings every once in a while. 

Although, as cute as this was, you did need to wake him up.

“Demo, Hey Demoman, can you hear me?”

You raised your voice a bit, hoping not to startle the small insects.

“DEMOMAN!”

“Uuuuaugggg Whah? What te hell?”

As he stirred awake, some of the butterflies startled a bit and then gently fluttered back on to his face, not seeming to care that their rest stop had woken up. 

Demo froze, you could tell he wasn’t exactly sure what to do in the situation he found himself in.

“ah, um what te…what in te *hic* is happenin”

“uh, heh, I think you fell asleep and your new friends decided to have a pit stop”

“Aaaye” Demo carefully lifts a scarred hand, trying not to scare the swallowtails. 

After stirring a bit, one flies up to rest on his palm.

“Ahhh ffeel like a bloody princess”

You gave a light chuckle, but then you remembered why you came out here in the first place. 

“Hey Demo, it’s getting a little bit too hot out here, we can’t have our Demolitions Expert die from heat exhaustion”

“mm, I suppose you’re right, I deserve to die in a blaze o’ glory don’t I?”

“Damn right” 

You hold out a hand that Demo took, and with one good hoist, the butterflies fluttered of Demo as he stood up, the both of you mesmerized as they fluttered around and up into the sky.

“you ok? You’ve been been out here for a while”

“Aye, dunne worry, I’ve handled worse, by te wae, what were those butterflies?”

“Swallowtails, you can tell by the extra long bits on the ends of their wings, I’m assuming you’re sweat attracted the swarm”

“mah sweat? I thought they onleh ate flowers.”

“nope, sweat, tears and even blood is on the menu for them”

“wot? Tha is bloody brilliant”

“I know right?”

Once you two where inside, you both sigh in unison as the air conditioner hits your skin.

Heavy and the Javelina 

It was late in the afternoon at the base, RED triumphed over BLU, as usual. Despite that, the men never got tired of celebrating their victories, and still drank and shouted to commemorate their win.

Although they can get a little too loud sometimes, so you decided to hangout outside to enjoy the silence and the cool night air. 

After a while, footsteps alerted to you to someone else approaching. 

You turned to be greeted by the heavy weapons man himself. He carried a plate with sandviches piled on top.

“Oh, hey Heavy! Come to relax in the night air too?”

“Da, is too noisy for Heavy’s liking, I sit outside to eat”

“Yeah, guess everybody needs a break from the chaos huh?”

He hummed in agreement as he ate his dinner next to you in relative silence.

Until a squealing noise caused both of you to lift up your heads in confusion

“What was noise?”

“I’m actually not quite sure” 

“It sounds like pig, but no pigs here, right?”

“Huh, you actually might be on to something Heavy” your head scans the area for any movement.

You turn to see him get up from his seat, walk over a few feet, and bend over a shaded area. 

“Heavy has found hairy pig”

“Hairy pig? Wait, What?”

“Hairy pig”

His huge hand ventures under the shade and pulls out a small, squirming, pig-like creature.

“No way! It’s a baby javelina!”

He looks at you with slight confusion as he looks at the grunting baby quizzically.

“Is baby? Where is mother?”

“It must’ve gotten separated from its group, I’m sure we can still find them”

You looked around, wondering if the family could still be nearby.

 As if to answer your question, you found a group of six javelinas, all gorging themselves on the sandviches heavy left behind.

“Ah, there is mother, and rest of family” 

Heavy bends over and lets the squealing baby skitter over to its family.

“Leetle baby may eat with family. Heavy can always make more sandvich”

You and Heavy stood and watched the family eat in relative silence, being careful not to disturb them. Eventually, the family left and walked off. 

After a while, you two found yourselves sitting back where you were.

“You know what hairy pigs were, yes?” 

“Uh, yeah! Javelinas”

“Hm, tell Heavy more about Javelinas”

“Oh, okay! Well, did you know that baby javelinas are called “reds” 

due to the reddish coloration of their fur? They use that to hide from predators looking for an easy meal”

Heavy’s eyes widen. 

“What predators?”

“Oh tons” you counted on your fingers “pumas, bobcats, coyotes, and even desert hawks will try and snatch a baby if their lucky”

“Hm, very dangerous for hairy pigs, yes?” 

“Oh yeah, but don’t think their helpless, they can run up to 35 miles per hour and if that doesn’t work, they have tusks and inch long they can use to clack to together to make threatening sounds or lacerate an imposing threat”

“Hm, leetle pigs know how to survive, Heavy respects that”

You continue talking into the night until you part your ways to head to bed. 

However Heavy will always remember that night where he met the family of hairy pigs.

Engineer and the Armadillo 

It was a calm morning during a ceasefire and today your body decided to get up earlier than usual.

4 AM to be exact (thanks internal clock). 

Knowing that there was no point in going back to sleep, you decided to bring a cup of coffee and some apple slices to your favorite Texan.

You already had a gut feeling that he wouldn’t be in his quarters, so you headed for the garage. 

After giving a quick knock, you heard clattering and a groggy voice respond.

“Ah, innna’ minute!” 

You internally cringed when when he opened the door.

He had bags under his eyes and motor oil and a mix of other gunk was evenly distributed across his entire body. 

In short, he looked like a total mess.

“Hey Engie, pulled another all-nighter ey?”

He gave an exhausted sigh but then lightly chuckled.

“Heh, ya know it, but ahm’ not sure if I should be happy or a lil’ upset that you’re startin’ ta figure out mah’ unhealthy habits”

He turns to the side, letting you in.

“Either way ahm’ impressed”

“Aw shucks Engie, you’re to kind”

You gave a joking swat at his comment but then set down the fruit and coffee.

“I hope I remembered what you liked in your coffee”

You see the slight widening of his smile as you offered him the caffeinated beverage.

He took it and gave it a few chugs, much to your surprise.

“Ah, perfect way to start ma’ mornin!”

You gave a laugh as he continued to chug the drink, gazing at the cluttered up garage.

Bits of machinery were thrown about everywhere, most of it being deconstructed sentries.

“So, whatcha ya been working on?”

Engineer looked around at the parts, using his non-gloved hand to munch on an apple slice.

“Eh, been tinkerin’ mostly, trying to boost efficiency and practicality”

He strolls over to one of his blueprints, eying it like it just insulted his mother.

“But as per usual, nothin’ but dead ends and another sleepless night”

Your next sympathetic words were cut off when the sound of a falling pile of metal stole both your attentions. 

“Dammit, ah just sorted those!”

The angry hard hat stormed over to the pile, ready to cuss it out, but he suddenly froze.

“Engie? You ok?”

“How the hell did ya get in here?”

You walked over to him and saw what he was talking to, and was met with an odd discovery.

A Nine-Banded armadillo huddled in a corner.

“Ah! Engie you have a friend!”

He let out a hearty laugh and put his hands on his hips.

“That ah do! But, he’s the last thing ah want in mah garage”

He went moved to pick it up but you quickly stopped him.

“Wait! Nine-banded armadillo are known to carry leprosy! It’s best to do it with both your hand gloved!”

“Ah, right, beats gettin’ a trip to Medic’s”

He hastily rummaged around for another glove as you grabbed the apple slices that were left.

When he came back, he used his now, fully gloved, hands to hurriedly wrangle and grab the armored visitor.

“There we go ya lil’ stinker! Huh, must’ve got in when ah left the garage door open for some air”

As he held it out by the rim of its shell, you got a better look at the calmed beast.

“Wow, it’s beautiful! I’ve never seen one this close…”

Engineer gave a light grin as you fawned over the armadillo and he gently rubbed its shell.

“Heh, I remember these guys from back home. Saw em’ all over Texas but never really looked into em’”

Your eyes lit up at this.

“Of course! They’re all over Texas and in the southern half of the country, but they can be found as far north as the Missouri and Iowa state line!”

You offered the Armadillo an apple slice and it began to nibble the fruit.

“Well ah’ll be darned! You do know a lot about your critters.”

You continued to state little facts about the animal as he walked it outside and far enough away so it won’t get the idea of coming back.   

“Did you know that they can swim and hold their breath for six minutes? Oh! And that sum guy tried to shoot one but its armor managed to ricochet the bullet into its face?!”

All the while, Engie was beaming like the morning sun.

Not only did you make his all nighter seem worth it, but it also helped him get some new ideas for his machines. 

***

Ah! This turned out so well! Sorry it took awhile! Should I do part 3?

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Yooo can you make sum smut for engie?

(Love ur writing!!)

A/N: Hi! Engie is so cute I love him<3 and thank you very much for the kind words!

Bottoms up

Engineer x F!Reader

Cw:none, this one is pretty tame guys

It was a boring day. Just like.. yaknow. Everyday at the base. When you weren’t fighting to death over a briefcase, really, there wasn’t anything to do in order to keep yourself occupied. Unless you were workaholics like Engineer and Medic. But even then, Medic still knew when to take a break. Engineer, on the other hand, He probably didn’t even know the definition of a break. You were just trying to keep your mind occupied until your next mission, or at least until an opposing team member tried to strike. But this proved to be extremely difficult. So, you figured it was time to pay your lovely engineer a little visit. You shrugged and started your path to his workshop. You didn’t bother knocking at this point. So you barged in and slowly made your way over to Engie, where he was tinkering with God only knows what. 

“Dell, honey,” you mumbled into his ear as you leaned your chest against his back and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

He hummed “How can I help you, ma'am?" He asked while still working on his little project. 

“After I finish this,” he didn’t even look away from his tinkering. 

You whined and pressed your chest against his back some more and placed more kisses. Leaving a little bit of lipstick behind as you did, “How about you finish something else?” You asked and let your hands slip under his arms and run down his torso.

“You know I can’t waste my time like that,” he said reluctantly.

You frowned. “A little fun won’t kill you.”

He stopped tinkering for a minute and swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath, and then slowly returning back to his work. He was visibly trying to restrain himself, so you pulled away and looked at him fully as he immersed himself in his work. Then you got an idea. You returned to him and pulled his arms away from his work enough so you could sit fully on his lap. Your chest against his and still placing kisses on his neck. You were pleasantly surprised with the reaction this got out of him. A nice bulge formed in his pants, and you took it as a sign to grind a little bit against him. Eventually he bit his lip and placed one hand on your lower back to support your movements. He had fully pulled away from his work now and lifted his goggles up to make eye contact with you. 

“You’re a naughty thing; you know that, Y/n”

You giggled and nodded. You thought you had finally cracked him..but then he lifted you up and began to put his things away. You huffed and crossed your arms.

“What’s the matter, little lady?” He asked as he put the rest of his things up and wiped his hands down. 

“Nothing." You huffed out. 

"Now that ain't true. I can tell something's bothering you" he mumbled. 

"I just don’t understand how you can always work so mu-“ You were then cut off when he pulled you to him and felt his lips make quick work of your neck and collarbone. You let a soft whimper leave your lips, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting them rest there.

 “I’ll always have time for you, Y/n. You know that.”  

You swallowed thickly, and you could already feel something hardening against your thigh. You pressed your thigh against the feeling, and your suspicions were confirmed with a low growl from him.  He continued to kiss your neck, now leaving small bites here and there, and his hands made work of your bottoms. Tugging them down and following them as he fell to his knees and gripped your thigh with one hand and undid his own pants so his hard cock was on display already. You shivered as he looked up at you. Then he dove in and licked a stripe up your slit and lapped around your clit teasingly. His hand was on his cock, and he pumped at the same pace as his licking. You lifted one of your legs to rest on his shoulder and arched against the table as he used his tongue on you. Assaulting your clit now with sucking. It was incredible hot to see this. His hand working himself; you could already see his “working demeanor” fade away while he pleasured you. He liked it like this. Pleasing you is what got him off the most, so this was perfect, and your soft whimpers and moans weren’t helping him any to keep ahold of himself. His licks began to feel more desperate. Your slick and his spit covered his lips and chin, and you were practically teetering on the edge. What the hell? You guys just started.. but hey, who were you to complain over someone giving you an orgasm early?

You gripped the table with a white knuckle grip and bucked your hips uncontrollably as your orgasm made itself more known. His was definitely around the corner too, you could tell by his low grunts and heavy breathing. He slipped his tongue inside of you and then turned his attention back to your poor clit. You threw your head back and moaned out as you began to cum hard against his mouth. He continued to lap at your sensitive bundle of nerves until you were finished. You watched intently as he continued to lick up your juices, and he became more needy than ever with your eyes on him. He was still painfully hard as he pulled away with a string of saliva connecting the two of you. He wiped his mouth on his hand and stood up. He turned you around and pressed you down against the table. His cock was pressed against your slick, glistening cunt, and he slipped in the tip with a groan. You bit your lip as he settled in completely. Wasting no time with slamming his hips against yours. Rocking the table beneath the two of you. He moaned and groaned as he listened to your overstimulated whimpers. Your legs trembled, and he seemed to find amusement in that. Chuckling in between thrusts and sharp breaths.

“You’re a good girl for me; look at you.. so sweet, huh?” 

You just nodded sluggishly as he continued to assault your clenching and quivering cunt. He fucked into you with more hast now. Chasing the orgasm he has built up, and it felt like you were about to cum again too. You were about to burst, it felt like. Your nerves were on fire, and you felt like you could pass out for how this felt. His cock hit your spot in every good way possible. 

“Fuck, you like that, Y/n? You like when I fuck you like that?” He said as he hit a particularly good spot that sent your head reeling. You nodded frantically now. 

“Right there, Dell! Fuck, don’t stop!

He chuckled. “Didn’t plan on it, sweetheart.” He said and continued his actions, not switching a thing until he felt you clench tighter. That earned a wonderful noise from him, and you felt his pace seemingly switch up without him even knowing. 

“Gonna cum..” he grunted out. 

You bit your lip and felt him reach one of his hands down to swipe at your clit. You saw stares and shook as you came right then and there. He finished too, pulling out and gasping as he pumped himself to completion, cumming on the small of your back. You both caught your breath, and he let out a little chuckle. 

“S’that what you wanted?” He asked as he got himself cleaned up and situated.

You nodded tiredly. “But I still wanna hang out with you..” you grumbled under your breath. “Well, how about we go ahead and head to my room for now? You rest up and we can spend some time together, yeah?” He grabbed a nearby tissue and wiped off your back.

You agreed and tried to stand up, but your legs gave out. He felt a little bit of pride strike up inside of him.

“Let me help you, sweetheart,” he said, wrapping an arm under yours and held you to him. You allowed this, and he helped you slip your bottoms back on. 

He led you out of the workshop, and it seemed like you guys caught the attention of the medic. 

“What is wrong with her? Is she hurt? She seems so drained.” He asked and pushed up his glasses.

“Nah, she’s just tired, is all.” He mentioned and looked at you with a little smirk tugging at his lips. 

Medic paused and looked you both up and down. Realization seemed to hit him and his eyes widened. "Ah, I see.. well, uh. I’ll be- going back to my office then,” he said and made a quick exit. 

Engineer just chuckled to himself and helped you to the room. 

[i-willstealyourtoes]

Mayhaps I request some headcanons of engi with an s/o with... 𝓉𝒽𝑒 '𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓂? (I'm diagnosed with aspergers, but it's just autism les' be honest) For weeks this man has been haunting my head, and he just fills a certain void in my soul, all of him is so warm and tender to me... maybe that's how I like it... not to mention his voice *shiver*

Anyways. Personally, I'd like to see Fem!Reader considering how rare it is in these spaces, but I wouldn't blame you if it ended up with GN!Reader to be more inclusive.

(I'm going kookoo over here, help me sister)

─ (👉👈 Anon)

No I get you girl I get you he has such a pleasant voice gshshdhsj- I may not be autistic but I am neurodivergent so forgive me if it isn't accurate (if anything's offensive PLEASE tell me /gen)

Engineer with an Autistic reader

- To get this out of this way, Dell loves you no matter what so don't be worried about being 'different' or whatever

- He's used to rambling about something you might not necessarily be interested in yourself, so he's more than happy to return the favour about your special interests !!

- It doesn't matter what your hyperfixation or special interest is, he will always ask about it :)

- He loves letting you just discuss anything and everything about whatever (he'd feel bad being the only one talking)

- He has a really good memory, especially with you, so don't be surprised when he starts talking back to you (not in a rude way) and recalling other things you've mentioned

- You know the 😍 emoji? Yeah that's him when you talk about your special interests and hyperfixations, no matter if he hasn't heard of them before nor has much interest in it himself

- Speaking of a good memory, he learns your personal boundaries pretty well and your body language

- He definitely had some notes as to what certain stims mean to you, but eventually he just knows it by heart :)

- He also remembers what textures you like and dislike and what to do when you have a sensory overload (since everyone has different techniques)

- In fact, sometimes he can even tell before you know that things are becoming too much

- But even in the start of your relationship, he's trying his absolute best to help you out, taking you to a room far from noises and asking you gently and slowly how he could help

- "Look at me, honeybee. Can you tell me what's wrong? How can I help you?"

- He's also perfectly comfortable explaining things you don't understand

- He's actually really good with social cues and understands less tangible concepts (even if it isn't particularly interesting to him)

- So he's a good choice to ask about certain social constructs you don't understand

- Overall, he's a good partner overall, autism be damned or something /lh

[sakuwura-meow-meow]

Hallo !! I saw your requests were open so I was wonderin if ye could do some hcs for Heavy and Engi with an S/O whos new to the team? If this ain't your cup of tea or ye just dunno how to write this, feel free to ignore! No pressure!:D

(Heads up all my x readers will be gender neutral)

Engineer

-he would definitely mess around with you and teas ya for being the newbie of the group like everyone did to scout

-but you were soft, softer than he was and better yet sweeter than he was your voice reminded him of the sweet oozing of honey from a honey comb

-over time he grew extremely fond of you to a point where he had to tell the others he calls “dibs” to ask you out first

-he absolutely makes you grilled cheese late at night even when you don’t need him to cook for you but he does it anyways and on the field always makes sure theirs a dispenser around areas he’s noticed you stay around most he calls them your hot spots

-the way he confessed is rather odd he waits his time to do this but he manages to perfect his sentry to shoot rocket smoke that says I love you

Heavy

- he gives you big slap on back and will personally keep an eye on you calling you little little baby that is until you actually get hurt then that makes him mad

-all you hear is yatatatatat yatatata yatatat because he’s pushing with medic for your vengeance he may or may not have also crushed a few skulls on his way out with the intel

-afterwards though he makes his secret recipe sanvich he hardly makes it in fear others want it but he gives you half only his family from Russia knows how to make it perfectly like he does

-he will train you himself only because you’re well behaved unlike Scout was when he first joined he teaches you a few dances, temperature training against cold and pain tolerance

- he never realized his favoritism towards you until medic pointed it out and all you hear is him yelling as you burst through his door his face was as red as roses

-his way of confessing was via card because he was no where near ready to say anything but wanted you to know he loves you as equal as Sasha

[writin-with-the-blues]

can you please write more of the blu medic x red mercs but the rest of red team finds out?? Like the red merc walks into base and the rest of the team is like "um hey what the HELL you have a crush on a BLU!?!?!?" (If you can't do this scenario for all the mercs can you do it for pyro, engineer, and scout please) thank you!!! Sorry If this request is alot.

Oh absolutely I can do this! Sorry if updates have been slow, finals has been killing me and this seemed the easiest to post. (I feel like I am always writing Pyro wrong LMAO).

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Right person, Wrong side

Pyro, Engineer, and Scout x Male!Blue Medic! Reader (Romantic)

Pyro:

They are probably the most interesting when it comes to you.

They tried to talk about you to the rest of the Mercenaries actually. However, since most of them can’t here them, they brush it off as utter nonsense. Except for one particular person.

Miss Pauling.

It was over a phone call, since pyro was in their room, they didn’t feel the need to put on a mask. It had to do with a contract killing you in particular and they rejected it. Miss Pauling inquired further about it, she was simply told, “Oh they didn’t tell you? I love him.”

“You can fall in love?”

Okay, ow, that hurt. But that one conversation with Miss Pauling somehow got spread around the entirety of Red Team. Though, it isn’t really a case of, ‘They are in love with blue team’ but a case of, ‘They can love?!’

Overall, it went alright. Though it did show how people felt about their cognitive abilities.

Engineer:

Ah yes, Dell, the man with more PHD’s than fingers of the Mercs have after a fight. He got caught because of an invention.

I am a firm believer that Dell’s love languages are Gift Giving and Acts of Service. He adores the moments when you just look so happy and excited, so keeping the stressful moments to a minimum with his inventions or hell just giving you a cup of coffee is something he thinks about a little too much.

So when he finds out that your medigun isn’t working as well as it should be, he immediately gets to solutions for you. It wasn’t like you asked though, since you didn’t even know something was wrong with your medigun in the first place but the nozzle doesn’t have the same range as it used to.

Though, his teams medic assumed it was for him until the very quick realization that it did absolutely nothing for his medigun. Which immediately was brought with accusations of being a spy and betraying the team.

To tell you it was ugly would be an understatement. To the point where his only defense is that he loved you. So he just simply said that. Did it resolve his issues with spy accusations? Yes. But it created a whole new problem.

Now there’s a bit of pressure from the rest of the team to just, ‘Snap out of it’ but he doesn’t. As much as he lies through his teeth, and as much as he tries to ignore it, he can’t. I mean, he’s a full grown man dammit, who cares?

Scout:

If you were to ask me how he even gotten himself in this situation, I’d say the many doodles he has of you.

He has a somewhat (very) crass way of expressing his feelings when using his sketchbook. Everything he feels about you just drawn out, kissing, hugging, other things a 20 year old with art abilities draws.

The first person to find these sketches of you is Spy. His first thoughts follow the beat of, ‘This is really good anatomy.’ To ‘Is that the enemy medic?’

Spy tried to use it as leverage against Scout. Once Scout realized what had happened, he almost immediately decided to tell every red merc on his own terms.

It’s the most Jeremy thing he could do, but I genuinely believe he’d do it. Though it goes as well as you expect it to. Which is not great.

To sum it up, there were so many argument over it. Whether it is justified or not, but most were in agreement that they knew they can’t change his feelings about you.

Masterlist

[desired-fantasy-writings]

hello! hey!

I was thinking if you could maybe write some headcanons or maybe some comforting/tender imagines for the defence mercs with an s/o with low self esteem? the choice is yours really, I don't mind either way

Defense Mercs with an S/O that has low self esteem

A/N: I love these silly goobers sm I absolutely loved working on this. The past couple months for me have been tough so this was just as comforting to me as I hope it shall be for you, my dear readers. <3

Also all nicknames used are exclusively meant to be gender neutral!

Requested by: Anon Warnings: Tiny bit of angst, self doubt. Readers Gender: Gender Neutral Fanfic Type: Headcanons Fanfic Genre: Comfort Word Count: 677

Tavish (Demoman) 

The most he’ll do to cheer up his S/O is by making them laugh, giving them love - doing his drunk shenanigans or whatever else to see them smiling again.

Is not sure how to be the greatest support for them, but he’ll try until something works! When it comes to his partner, he never wants to give up.

If his S/O’s into board games (or poker) related he's pulling the whole collection out. 

Gets into super deep, non-stop drunk ramblings about how wonderful his S/O is when they bring up how they've been feeling about themselves lately. Will go far and beyond to prove all their doubts wrong. 

“Duckie, what you are… no I- You're so… Don’t say that… rubbish… ever again. You hear me? You're so beautiful. I wish you could see what I see in ya.” Tavish drunkenly mumbles against his S/O’s lips, giving them sloppy loving kisses all over. 

The man's not a poet or much of a romantic gentleman, but god damn nothing will stop him from expressing his love for his S/O… even if it's not in the most pleasant way.

Misha (Heavy)

Misha is a special kind of man who knows how to use his strengths - in this case physically and mentally. Will hold his S/O close if they desire that type of physical comfort from him. If his S/O would rather talk about it instead he's a very good listener and emotionally more mature than most men. Thank his mother and sisters for that. Will not speak unless his S/O is done talking about whatever's going on.

As emotionally mature as he is and intelligent - he often has trouble figuring out the right words to say at the moment.

When his S/O explains further about how they feel about themselves, Misha scoffs, a displeased rumble coming from his chest.

“Vhat?-” Misha says, surprised. Nothing about what his S/O said was true. He shakes his head, obviously disapproving, bringing his S/O close to him “-Heavy thinks vhat you say is nonsense, my милый. You're vonderful! Don’t say such awful things about self.”

Dell (Engineer)

Dell's used to this sort of thing being the person that most of the team go to for advice. When it comes to his S/O it hurts him seeing them so down and talking so lowly about themselves. What they're simply saying is SO untrue. 

In this situation he’ll take both him and his S/O out to the camping spot near the base, just the two of you. He finds being stuck inside when feeling like that isn't good for his S/O and will make them go outside no matter how much they protest. 

Simple peace and quiet, getting away from their colleagues for the night is his way of relaxing and getting out of his head. He wants to share that with his S/O, too. 

Dell of course brings his guitar with him, playing sweet ol’ songs just for his S/O. Dell hasn’t forgotten about bringing his S/O their favourite snacks and blankets as they cuddle by the fire all night. Dell’s such a sweetie pie and would do anything to get his S/O out of the negative headspace.

“Darlin’, the nonsense you’re simply spewing is untrue. You’re an incredible individual that's been such an asset for this team.” Dell mumbles into his S/O’s hair, the scent of them further relaxing him. He snuggles into them closer, nuzzling his nose into their hair - leaving a kiss.

“Look… me and the fellas don’t say it enough, but you really are somethin’ special. We wouldn’t have won as many matches as we have without you-" Dell pulls away for a moment, grabbing his S/O’s face gently to look up at him, he smiles warmly staring into their eyes so full of love “-And… you simply have captured my heart like no one has darlin’. Remember that. I love you for you and always sweet pea.”

[meiliarotten]

And They Were Roomates

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Engineer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Oh my god, they were roomates… Due to the shenanigans of the other mercenaries, your room is now uninhabitable. After a few nights of suffering on the common room couch, Engineer invites you to stay in his quarters. Smut ensues because of course it does!

Tags: Riding, oral, massage, kinda soft, the reader is a bit of a poor little meow meow not sure why I did that, “And There Was Only One Bed! 😯”

Word Count: 5.1k

The Masterlist

How does one accidentally make a lethal bio weapon? To find out you would simply have to ask Medic and Demo. To be more specific, a very drunk Medic and an even more drunk than usual Demo, who had made the joint decision one night that it would be a good idea to mix random chemicals and alcohols in order to, in their own words, “see what would happen.”

The ensuing toxic airborne chemical proceeded to permeate not only the lab, but any room relatively nearby. Unfortunately, that happened to include your own room. Waking up in respawn nearly coughing up a lung was not how you wanted to start your morning, and yet, there you were.

Most of the mercs were speechless when they found out that a good portion of their base would be completely quarantined until the gas could dissipate. Despite being at a loss for words, the few responsible members of the team were quick to scold both Medic and Demoman for several hours- although neither of them seemed to care much. You, however, were especially inconvenienced by this situation, since your room was right in the contamination zone.

At first, you had tried to venture in with a handkerchief pressed against your mouth and nose, just long enough to grab some things from your room. You learned your lesson when you once again woke up in respawn, your lungs and throat burning like you had tried to swallow acid. You should have known better than to think a simple square of cloth would be able to fend off a chemical that had been cooked up by Demo and Medic. Hell, not even Pyro dared to go into the sealed off portion of the base, and they were covered head to toe in a flame resistant suit and gas mask.

In the end, you made peace with the fact that you would be sleeping on the common room couch for several days. It was fine the first couple nights, but it wasn’t long before these new sleeping arrangements began to affect you negatively. You found yourself waking up in weird positions, just from trying to get comfortable enough to fall asleep, which would usually result in a stiff back or an unrelenting ache that wouldn’t waver for the rest of the day.

Still, you had a job to do, and so whenever anyone asked about a limp or a wince that you couldn’t hide, you would tell them it was nothing and get on with your day. Most would leave you alone then- except for one. The Engineer was the most concerned about your current state of perpetual exhaustion, probably because he was your closest friend on the team. While you wouldn’t mind if your relationship were to be something a bit more than friends, it was something you never had the courage to bring up.

It had been your third day on the couch when he cornered you in the locker rooms after the daily battles had concluded.

“Engie?” you said, wondering what he wanted. Today had been full of some pretty miserable losses, and on such days Engie tended to seclude himself in his room to work on improving his sentry blueprints.

“I want you to sit down here, darlin,’” he said matter of factly, motioning to the bench in the middle of the locker room. “You got pretty roughed up out there today.”

“We all did.” You pointed out the obvious, but you were also too tired to argue. With a sigh, you sat down on the bench. Engie made his way behind you, and you were about to ask him what exactly he thought he was doing when your breath caught in your throat.

Engie placed his hands on your shoulders with care, working his thumbs into your back. He was gentle, gradually increasing the pressure to work out the tightness in your muscles. He located and paid special attention to spots that had been giving you quite a bit of trouble lately with surprising skill.

“God, honey. You’re so tense, just try to relax for me,” he said, shifting his focus from your shoulders to your upper and middle back.

“Well, anything for you.” The words slipped out without you even thinking about it, but Engie didn’t seem to mind, simply humming in response. You were thankful that he either didn’t notice or didn’t mention the blush spreading over your cheeks.

Those hands of his worked wonders, that was for sure. The pressure was perfect as he worked over your muscles with expertise you didn’t know he had. It wasn’t long until the stiffness was nearly gone.

“I can’t believe you’ve been fighting so hard out there while carrying all this tension,” Engie said as he began to work on a particularly troublesome spot around your right shoulder.

“I have to pull my weight, and a bit of pain isn’t about to stop me,” you said matter of factly. You all had to get paid somehow, after all.

“Still, it ain’t fair that you gotta toss and turn all night only to get shot, stabbed, and blown up all day. At least the rest of us have the comfort of our own rooms…” Engie paused, his eyes lighting up as if realizing something obvious. “Oh, well there’s an idea.”

“What?”

“How about you stay in my room for a few days?”

You started stammering, not daring to look back at Engie in case he noticed how red your face was. “Oh, I don’t want to be a burden or anything. Do you even have an extra bed?”

“Oh no, I’ll just take the floor until your room is livable again,” he explained. You couldn’t believe it. Your not-so-subtle workplace crush had just given you a massage and immediately offered up his own bed for your use. Even so, your nerves made you hesitant.

“Engie, you don’t have to do that,” you said, feeling a pang of guilt. “I would be your guest! I’ll take the floor.”

“Nonsense, darlin’! I offered you my room so you wouldn’t be waking up uncomfortable, what’s the point of that if I don’t at least offer you the bed?” You began to stammer and protest again but Engie simply put his hand up to stop you, concluding his decision with a final, “I insist.”

You sighed, realizing that it was a fruitless endeavor to argue. Not to mention you were quite thrilled to be sharing a room with Engie, so why debate over a good thing? Still, you felt a compromise was in order.

“We’ll take turns,” you said, trying to mirror Engie’s own tone of finality. He chuckled at your attempt, which probably came off as more cute than serious. Still, he agreed, perhaps also realizing that arguing the matter wouldn’t be productive.

“Alright, fine,” he conceded. “We’ll take turns.”

—

Engie’s room was quite comfortable, despite the blueprints and sentry parts scattered about. There was a sense of organized chaos to it all, and you were sure if you asked Engie to find something specific he would be able to with no issue. The bed was quite nice as well. You had almost forgotten what it felt like to wake up without aches and pains.

However, that ‘compromise’ regarding the sleeping arrangements barely lasted three days.

One thing you always knew about Engie was that he was the type to go to sleep very late at night, usually after finalizing the details on weapon blueprints, or tinkering with the Gunslinger. However he suddenly became much more keen on turning in early, especially earlier than you. When you would find him fast asleep on the floor of his room, even when it was not his turn, you pretty much had no choice but to take the bed.

You had tried waking him up a few times. It was no use. The man slept like a rock. He was gentlemanly to the point of frustration, but it only made you more fond of him, if not a bit exasperated. It would be a relief when your room was finally cleaned out and livable again.

This arrangement continued until one especially difficult day. A hard battle had ended in an extremely close victory, but nobody had the energy to celebrate. Battered and exhausted, everyone who needed to made their way to Medic for treatment, and then shuffled off to sleep away the lingering soreness. You got to the room before Engie, who was still being patched up, pulled back the covers and collapsed onto the mattress with a heavy sigh.

You were just beginning to doze off when you heard the door open. You lifted your head to see Engie limping into the room- he had taken a few nasty shots to the leg today. The moment you saw him kneeling down to the floor, you spoke up.

“Engie, don’t be ridiculous,” you said, unable to believe that this man was really about to sleep on the cold floor after such an arduous day. He jumped slightly, having assumed you were already asleep. You shifted over to one side of the bed, making a space just large enough for him to occupy. “Come over here.”

The slight blush on his face didn’t go unnoticed by you, even in the dim lighting of the room. He sidled up next to you with a sigh. “Thanks darlin.’”

“It’s no problem. We both deserve to be comfortable after today,” you said. Both of you were still in your day clothes, but neither cared enough to change out of them.

However, despite the exhausting day, neither of you were able to sleep for a while. Perhaps it was the lingering giddiness that came with winning such a close battle. Or, maybe it was the undeniable intimacy of sharing a bed, with little room for personal space and barely a gap between the two of you. Engie was the first to say something when it became obvious that sleep wouldn’t come easy, eager to break the awkward silence that reigned while both of you simply lay awake.

“You know, I’ve always wondered, what led you to join up with a bunch of mercenaries?”

The question caught you off guard. Honestly, there were several complicated reasons and events that led you to where you were now. It certainly wasn’t something you wanted to get into in its entirety.

“Probably the same as all of you. Money gets tight, and eventually you just take whatever you can get,” you said. It wasn’t completely untrue, and Engie seemed to relate.

“Guess I should’ve figured as much,” he said with an understanding nod.

“It’s not all bad though,” you added, hesitating before continuing. “I mean, I’ve made friends here. I met you.”

Engie was silent for a moment before responding. “Well, that’s a meeting I wouldn’t trade for the world, darlin’.”

You prayed that your blush was hidden by the darkness of the room. However when Engie’s hand suddenly came up to your cheek, there was no way he didn’t feel the heat radiating from your face. He didn’t comment on it, and you gave him an inquisitive look as he seemed deep in thought. When he did finally speak, he fumbled with his words for a moment before finally managing to say something coherent.

“May I kiss you?”

It was a short, simple question, impossible to be misinterpreted, and yet your brain couldn’t seem to process the request. Within a moment it felt as if your senses were all running on high alert, culminating in an even shorter, one word answer.

“Yes!” The volume at which you spoke was louder than you meant for it to be, displaying your over-excitement in a way that made you want to cover your face and melt through the mattress. With a deep breath, you managed to regain some of your composure, stammering in an attempt to salvage your response. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so blunt. I was just trying to say that I would like that. I would like that very much.”

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart,” Engie said, looking down at you with a soft smile. You were drawn to that expression, already leaning forward a bit. He was the one to close the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours.

He kept it chaste at first, but you could tell he wanted more. It wasn’t long before you made the first move to deepen the kiss, biting gently at his lower lip until he gasped, allowing you entrance. It was an intense, wordless communication of feelings the two of you hadn’t dared to express until now, set out in the open through the parting of lips and the mingling of tongues, culminating in the two of you panting when the need for air pulled you apart.

You weren’t sure when you had wrapped your arms around his shoulders. And you sure as hell weren’t sure when he ended up on top of you either. In a sudden moment of clarity, your face flushed red and a strange combination of shame and excitement overwhelmed you.

“Sorry. Was that too much?” you asked. Doubt was setting in. Maybe he hadn’t wanted something so… passionate. Maybe you had taken it too far. Engie quelled those fears when he finally regained his composure enough to answer.

“No, it was perfect.” His voice was dreamy and breathless. He looked down at you with such genuine fondness, and it made you feel so weak for him, so desperate for his touch. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long while now, darlin’. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I was kinda hoping something like this would happen when I invited you to my room.”

“Well, it took you long enough,” you teased before kissing him again. You were eager to resume your exploration of his mouth, but this time he took control, letting his lips travel down and linger on your jawline, eventually descending to your neck and drawing soft whimpers from you as he ventured over the sensitive skin.

Engie sought after those little sounds you made, sucking at the delicate skin on your neck and collar. You shuddered as he gently grazed your skin with his teeth. Even though he was treating you with the utmost care, you had a feeling there would be some marks you would need to cover up tomorrow.

Although he tried to hide it, every noise you made in response to Engie’s ministrations had him growing more aroused by the minute. He had always hoped he would have had more self control in this situation. After all, the only thing that had happened so far was some kissing. Yet that seemed to be enough for him on this particular day, as you soon felt the evidence of his arousal pressing firmly against you through his clothing.

You let out a soft gasp at the sensation. Engie didn’t seem to take notice, still keeping himself busy with marking up your neck. You moved your thigh against his groin just to be sure, and the breathy groan you got in response was all the confirmation you needed.

Engie pulled back suddenly, looking panicked and apologetic, as if he had just come to his senses. “I’m sorry darlin,’ I seem to be getting a bit over excited-”

“No, it’s alright!” you said, cutting him off mid-apology. You wanted him to keep going. You didn’t want him to cease his actions for even a moment, and you made sure he knew that. “I don’t want to stop, please.”

He looked hesitant for a moment, but not unwilling. If anything, he seemed as anxious as you were, and that brought you some respite. The way you looked at him, with desire and anticipation that mirrored his own, was enough to convince him that you truly meant what you said.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he said with a nervous laugh. “Just let me take good care of you.”

Engineer set upon your neck again, this time making a clear effort to leave tell tale bruises. You didn’t mind. It was nothing makeup wouldn’t be able to cover, and you found that you quite enjoyed the gentle bites Engie would sometimes deliver after marking up a new area of your skin.

Still, you felt a bit awkward. It seemed as if Engie was doing all the work. He did tell you to let him take care of you, but surely you should be doing something? The feeling of hands on your hips brought you back to reality. That robotic hand, affixed to its owner through a brilliant feat of engineering and biology, now held a near bruising grip on your hip. You winced and Engie loosened his grasp with a soft apology.

Even though it had hurt, there was something tantalizing about the idea that the Gunslinger had only been exerting a small fraction of the power stored in those robotic joints. And now, Engie kept its pressure under control perfectly, using it to hold you gently, eventually working the metal digits beneath the hem of your shirt. You took that as your cue to take some initiative, stripping off your top before Engie had the chance to do it himself. He looked surprised for a moment before realizing that you were staring, most likely waiting for him to undress as well. He began to hastily unfasten the buttons on his shirt and you watched eagerly, your lower lip trapped between your teeth.

Not wanting to just sit there ogling, you did the most obvious thing you could think of and started kissing him again. It was rougher than before and a bit clumsy, especially as the two of you tried to multitask, undressing each other until most of your clothes were discarded on the bedroom floor. Engie paused when he reached the waistband of your underwear, as if he was waiting for permission to go further.

“Go on, Dell,” you whispered, the use of his name catching his attention immediately. “Please.”

He gave you a quick nod and carefully removed your undergarments as well, leaving you naked beneath him. You laid back, glancing to the side awkwardly as you realized you weren’t quite sure what came next. Dell, seeming to sense your uncertainty, thankfully spoke up.

“It’s alright, darlin.’ Just start by telling me what you want.” He was being genuine, clearly not making any attempt to tease you. Still, the idea of putting words to all the things you had fantasized about before this moment made your face flush red.

“I want…” you paused, taking a moment to think before continuing with a shaky sigh. “I want you to touch me, please.”

Dell grinned down at you, making you blush harder. “Oh, like this?”

You shivered as you felt his fingers slide along your slit. He held eye contact with you, taking in every reaction you made. You gave a soft whimper when he dipped into you, gently thrusting with his fingers. Once Dell was sure you were starting to relax he shifted his focus to your clit, making your body shudder and your back arch against the mattress.

He was attentive, making sure to ease up whenever you seemed to be getting overwhelmed. He held your hips still with his prosthetic, and once again you were reminded that the Gunslinger was exerting a mere fraction of its power on you. The idea of being somewhat restrained by such a powerful work of machinery was incredibly erotic.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Dell’s voice brought you back to reality, along with the fact that he was no longer moving within you.

“Fuck, yes! Keep going,” you begged, squirming at the lack of stimulation. The soft chuckle you got in response was followed by Dell doing something especially nice with his fingers, curling them within you. You couldn’t hold back a sharp moan, bucking against his fingers- or at least you would have if you weren’t still being held still.

“That’s a real nice spot isn’t it?” he asked, his lips brushing against your ear as he leaned in close. You gasped as he continued to press a finger against your sweet spot, carefully working in a second digit to allow for more pressure.

Dell knew how to read your body surprisingly well, and he knew that if he simply let his thumb rub against your clit right now it would bring you to orgasm. But he couldn’t deny that he wanted to really take in the sight of you writhing like this, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving you. However, being the gentleman he was, he couldn’t deny you for long, especially when you started to buck your hips. He couldn’t stand to see you so needy. He wanted to see you come for him.

As he continued to work his fingers inside of you he used his thumb to circle over your clit, making you shudder and moan into your hand. You didn’t want anyone to overhear you, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to contain your sounds, especially as you finally felt the pleasure overwhelm you. You came with a shaky groan, whimpering his name as you rode out your orgasm.

Dell pulled his fingers away when you began to squirm from overstimulation. He didn’t say anything at first, completely captivated by how you looked as you relaxed in the afterglow. Your tousled hair, flushed face, and half lidded eyes created a gorgeous picture for him to take in.

“Hey, what is it?” you asked when you finally caught your breath and noticed him staring.

“Nothing, you’re just so pretty,” Dell said, chuckling softly. He knew it probably sounded a bit juvenile, but it was the truth. “Ain’t never seen anything like it.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that statement. “You must be kidding,” you said, just barely managing to contain a laugh. “I’m certain a guy like you has been with plenty of pretty girls.”

“Nope, at least, none that I really care for.” He went quiet for a moment, as if contemplating his next words carefully before continuing. His voice was softer, almost shy. “But I care about you, I really do. I want to make you feel good, make you feel loved like you should be.”

You somehow managed to blush even brighter than you already were. Honestly, you weren’t sure how to respond. You looked deep in thought for a while, and Dell began to worry.

“Was that too much?” His apologetic tone brought you back to reality. “I’m sorry. I understand if you want this to be a one time thing-”

“No! Nothing’s wrong,” you stammered, trying to find the words to express what you were feeling. “I guess I’m just not used to it, the whole ‘being cared for’ thing. It feels nice.”

You felt like you were stumbling through your sentences, fearing that you were coming off as clumsy and awkward. Nothing you were saying seemed nearly as eloquent as it had sounded in your head, but then again, such things almost never were.

“Well, you better get used to it,” Dell said with a low chuckle. “Cause by the end of the night, I wanna make you feel like the most cared for person in the world.”

Before you could respond, Dell’s lips were on yours again, and you didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss. You shivered as you tasted his lips and tongue, longing for more of him, more to feel, more to taste. Your hands began to wander, lower and lower until you were able to palm at Dell’s erection, straining against the front of his briefs, which you now realized you had neglected to remove. He pulled away with a gasp and you grinned up at him, an idea beginning to form.

“Let's switch. Let me be on top,” you said, letting go and rolling out from under him.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” Dell said, his voice shaking with lust and anticipation as he laid back on the bed and watched you climb on top of him.

You kissed your way down his body, letting your hands wander. He watched, shuddering when you palmed over his chest and then downward, until the tips of your fingers finally slipped just below his waistband. You pulled his briefs down with a quick motion, freeing his erection.

Dell exhaled and gave you an inquisitive look, as if to silently ask, “what are you planning to do now?” You didn’t hesitate to show him exactly what your intentions were, leaning down and taking his cock into your mouth with a muffled moan. The sharp gasp you got in response certainly didn’t disappoint, and you quickly got to work bobbing your head and using your tongue in all the right ways.

“Oh god, darlin,’” Dell groaned, placing a hand on the back of your head. He was careful not to push you, but the tightening grip on your hair was indicative of how well you were doing. He was quite vocal, letting you know just how good you were making him feel. You would be lying if you said it didn’t boost your ego a bit. “Just like that, keep workin’ your tongue around, damn you're good at this!”

It was intoxicating to see Dell start to come undone by your efforts, the taste of precum soon becoming noticeable. You were tempted to finish him off like this, to simply let him spill down your throat and swallow every last drop. But you also wanted him inside you so badly, and the pulsing arousal between your hips wouldn’t allow you to deny yourself much longer. You pulled away, accompanied by a disappointed groan. That disappointment wouldn’t last long.

“I want to ride you.” Your voice was breathless and heavy, making the statement sound more like a desperate plea.

He let out a sharp exhale, clearly trying to contain his excitement. Dell just barely managed to keep a wide grin from spreading across his face, answering with a shaky “Alright.” He almost sounded nervous, and you couldn’t help but find it rather cute.

You positioned yourself over him, his briefs now pulled much further down his thighs. Your breath hitched as you finally sank down onto his cock, dissolving into a low moan as you took him fully inside you. You felt Dell’s grip on your thighs tighten, the strength of his mechanical hand startling you for the third time that night as you felt the metal joints squeeze your flesh. His touch traveled up to your hips as you adjusted, eventually coming to rest on your ass when you finally began to move.

“You take me so well,” Dell moaned, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. “You look so pretty bouncing on my cock like that, darlin’.”

You whimpered at his praise, some part of you knowing you shouldn’t be too loud, even as you rode him harder and faster. Your lower lip was caught firmly between your teeth as you tried to muffle yourself. Even so, some louder moans and gasps managed to escape whenever you hit a particularly good spot. Dell found it adorable whenever you would clasp your hand over your mouth, only to begin biting your lip once again as you needed both hands to keep your balance.

Meanwhile, he was just barely restraining himself from flipping you over and fucking you into the mattress. The sight above him was gorgeous- your body squirming atop his as he held your curves in his hands. However, it only made him more curious to know what it would be like to have you below him, writhing and grasping at the bedsheets and he ravished you. Even with how much he wanted that, he resisted. After all, it was becoming quite clear from your failing efforts to keep quiet and the way you were beginning to grind against him that you were getting close. Dell didn’t want to throw you off your rhythm, especially when he was beginning to feel himself lose control as well.

“You’re gonna come real soon, aren’t you?” he asked, stroking your body up and down with the utmost care, taking note of every sensitive area he could use to enhance your pleasure. “Go on sweetheart, say it.”

You cried out, any attempt at keeping your voice down now completely abandoned. Even if you were able to control yourself, the creaking of the bed frame would still be a dead giveaway to what was going on behind closed doors. But you didn’t care anymore, it all felt too good.

“Fuck, Dell! I’m so close,” you cried as you started grinding against him, the stimulation to your clit finally pushing you over the edge.

Dell bucked upward, lost in the sensation of your body trembling around him in the throes of your pleasure. You would have lost your balance if it weren’t for the firm grip he held on your waist keeping you steady. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t hold back any longer, shuddering as he reached his peak. You were pulled down on top of him, pressed against his body as the two of you came down from the high. Soon the only noise you could hear was the two of you breathing heavily, the rise and fall of Dell’s chest beneath you lulling you into a drowsy state.

You didn’t disturb the peace for several minutes, especially when the ache began to settle in your thighs and the idea of moving became far less appealing. As it turned out, riding on top took a hefty physical toll after a while. You must have been enjoying yourself too much to acknowledge it while actually doing it. The irony that you had now traded a stiff and aching back for sore legs was not lost on you, but you honestly couldn’t care less. That was an issue for later.

“You alright, darlin’?” Dell’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“I’m more than alright,” you said, a giddy laugh escaping you. “That was amazing.”

He smiled fondly at you, shifting slightly so that you were side by side and pulling you close. You relaxed into the embrace, eager for the comfort his touch brought you. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, I like making you feel good,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear and making you shiver. “And I’m guessing the days of ‘taking turns’ in the bed are over?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, although it was muffled due to your face being buried against Dell’s chest. You would have thought the answer to that would be obvious, but apparently not. You were able to get over your laughter long enough to mumble a faint “Of course” before letting yourself drift off, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest as the two of you both gave in to the allure of sleep.

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

Hmhmhm very Self indulgent but engie and trans male reader smut. Reader fully recovered from bottom surgery and Engies giving them a lot of attention.

WOAH ANON YOU AND I ARE KINDRED SPIRITS

Tw: teasing, blowjob (tm receiving), anal, bottom I'm. Pet names

The heat of New Mexico was unbearable; the arid dryness of the area stung the prying eyes of passengers. No more so than you. You flippantly looked at your watch, counting the minuets as you stood in the dining room waiting. Days like this would have any man regretting their suit immediately, the starched collar of the white dress suit chafing the skin of your neck. Sweat built up as both anxiety and the heat got to you. You wondered if Dell would even come up here, no doubt he was hungry. You wanted him to see what you’d gotten him. Though with your luck you’d be met with 8 hungry mercenaries and a man hell bent on invention.

Your timer went off and you stood at attention. This marked the beginning of a week in heaven… or a vacation with your husband.

Two mercs aside from Dell knew of your relationship. Medic, and Scout.

You watched as the former walked into the room with an eager look on his face. He smiled and leaned against the entryway, a smug look clung to his features.

“Every time I look at you I’m reminded that I haven’t lost my touch!” He chirped, skipping in a manner that nearly gave him flight. You offered your hand to shake. The doctor caught it and instead held it above you, turning you around and back before clapping excitedly.

“You did lose your license though doctor, don't you remember?”

“Tit for tat boy, I see all is good. I was expecting some complications, but this is Wunderbar! With so little prior knowledge of these types of surgeries I never would have thought it’d go so well. At least-“ as he was moving around he turned his head back to you. You took the time to interject.

“Doctor, I’m afraid there’s no pus.”

His face fell, and brightened again as he piped for another.

“Nor are there blockages or swelling.” You opened your arms, chest heaved with pride in your appearance. “Im a changed man doc. And it’s largely in part to you.” You ignored the pout the man had at your lack of injury, and instead complimented his work. You knew well the doctors morals weren’t bound by any government. But you were damn grateful he stuck to some morals of medicine. He straightened again and sat down across you.

“You we’re a man without me! All you really needed was a-“ The man was cut off by the overlapping shouts of several other men.

“Yeah but Heavy was in the way! The hell was I supposed to do? Run through his legs, do a little dance around him?”

“You could’ve made it easier for me to get a clear shot. I signaled several times for you to move.”

“Well Sniper, you’re supposed to be able to uh- I dunno- AIM.”

You sent a knowing look at medic who rolled his eyes fondly at the bickering. No man coming through the door acknowledged you but Misha who sent you a smile.

“Hello Misha.” You said calmly as he walked to you, you opened your arms for a hug. One he gave to you in earnest. Nearly lifting you as he did. “You have not been here in long time.” He stated, almost concerned.

You shrugged, sitting in the chair behind you. “Haven’t quite gotten the chance. I’ve been down in Texas, writing for the journals. When you have the chance you ought to visit me. It gets incredibly.” You looked up right as Dell entered. Locking eyes, presumably, with his own.

“Lonely.”

He rocked on his feet, before kicking away an imaginary rock. You felt a fond smile appear on your face as he came closer. He walked to you as Heavy and Medic left. “Ain’t ya gonna make the effort?”

“I don’t get a kiss first?” He asked, a silly grin of anticipation welling on his face. You raised an eyebrow, crossing your leg like a mob boss and tilting your head to either side.

“Eh, I dunno if I can make that arrangement for Ya bud. You see-” you stood, crooking a finger under his collar and pulling him close. “You left me really, really lonely. So-“ you let him go, turning only to leave the table and adjust your suit to the other side. “I think you're gonna have to try just a tad harder.”

The man was aghast. He hadn't seen such a demanding side of you in a long time. He himself leaned against the table, weighing his options. “Mm. Sugar I think Id like my kiss first.” You grinned, walking over before bending at the waist and locking eyes with him.

“Earn it.”

He let out a shuddery breath before taking you into his arms and, out the door before anyone could see you. The rest of the mercs would be upstairs for a while, which meant the two of you had plenty of time. As he tripped down the hall with you his thoughts ran wild.

“You poor poor man, why hadn't you come down sooner?” Your look of playful contemplation told everything. “Oh dear! It's almost as if we both have jobs that the other one can't contribute to. Who knew?” Your sarcasm sent warm buzzes through your husband. A giddy smile crawled back up his cheeks. As he neared their quarters he fished his keys out, setting you down before fiddling with them.

“I've got a lot.”

“It's the red one honey.”

“The what?” you pointed at his keyring, but through his fiddling he didn't notice. “The red one love,” you reached out to grab it. As your fingers touched his you shared a soft look. He grabbed the key gingerly before shoving it into his keyhole.

“Imma treat you real nice tonight.”

“Aw yeah?” You asked, voice edging lower as you entered his room and removed your overcoat. “How are you gonna treat me big guy?” He bit his lip, unbuckling his overalls while advancing. “Cant give it all away.” He whispered as he leaned in for a kiss. You tilted your head away, earning an offended gasp from your spouse.

“Such a cold husband, be still my heart!” He moaned dramatically, leaning limp against his desk. You took the chance to throw your coat over him before walking back. “Don’t be a baby Dell, I’m just going to the-“ before you could finished you were tackled down for the bed by your brute of a husband. “You asshole!” You snorted out as he sat above you, his head pressed against your sternum.

You picked his head up and stared at his goggles, sneering slightly when he don’t take them off. “Generally humans make eye contact when we have sex Dell.” He hummed as if lost in thought. “Do they now. I figured they just turned over like this~” In a swift motion he flipped you over on all fours, pushing your shoulders down with it. He then leaned in close, the gravel in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“And went on their merry way.”

You moaned softly as he placed a small kiss on your neck, his warm lips providing a sense of security. His hand rubbed circles under your shirt, pressing into tender areas. “Dell.” He hummed, noticing the undertone to it.

“You actually gonna do something or are you gonna make me wait?” He scoffed playfully and continued placing kisses around your back.

“Damn man, not lettin’ me have a moment are ya?” He bit back, humored at your impatience. You pushed your hips back, damn sure you made contact with his growing boner. You smirked back at him, playful response growing.

“Boy don’t you dare.”

“Erecting a dispenser back there Conagher?” You snickered before he pushed himself up from you: you heard him chuckling uncontrollably into his palms. Which allowed you to right yourself. From his neck to the top of his head he was a cherry red. You laughed right along with him. He covered his face with one hand and used the other to push you over.

Both of you were on separate planes of existence. Like two hyenas basking in bliss with one another, he eyed you with a glare. One which held no malice but all the misheif it could. “I will get you back for that!”

“For what?!” You exclaimed belligerently, “being funny?” You crawled over to him, doing your best to swing your aging hips over his lap. You steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders, pressing your forehead against his own. He presumably looked into your eyes, and you took this opportunity to yank them off and throw them to the side. As you savored the look of playful shock you took his face in your hands, biting down on your own lip.

“Aww honey you ain’t got to get my attention like that.” He placed a large hand on the small of your back, large fingers feeling their way back up your side. You considered his statement with a buzz, rubbing the top of his head with your thumb. “I wanted a better look at those handsome brown eyes.”

He looked taken aback, then as a blush crept on his face he blew out. You snorted at the display.

“Let's cut out all this mess, ain't got too much time before the boys wonder where I'm at.”

“You just can't take a compliment egg head,” you remarked, pulling him by the strap of his overalls. “How bout you put that hand to good use?”

He smiled wickedly at the thought, his own body moving forward, caging you under him. He let his gloved hand slide up your shirt, unbuttoning it as he went. His eyes bore into yours, keeping you still as he went along.

“You're quite obedient when I've got you facing me like this. Ain't that a bit odd?” he teased, you shrugged.

“Only natural I assume. Wouldn’t want to give you too much trouble.”

He stopped his action to face you. Brows scrunched in confusion as he did so. With nary a word he removed your shirt, continuing once more. His impatience was clear in his actions, hands moving to grasp at the warm flesh under.

You moned deep at the sensation, so starved of the dull, expanse of his hands. You almost forgot how course and heavy his non metal hand was, gunslingers own, pointer form, covers by rubber. You placed a hand over his, moving it instantly.

He watched in quiet understanding, moving to adjust himself rightly. As your hand reached a stop his continued. He brushed along your stomach. Leaving a trail of kisses down. He never once broke eye contact.

As he grasped at the hem of your pants he smiled. His earnest look sent a surge of familiarity through you. You nodded, taking his arm in your own hand. “I’m good Dell. You can keep goin.”

“You sure? I wouldn’t want to overstep. ‘Ts been a while ‘n all.” You pat his forcep.

“I have been waiting for almost a year Dell Conhager. If you keep me waitin I’m filing for divorce.” He scoffed at the joke before shoving your pants, and briefs down in tandem.

He crawled over you, strong thighs caging you under him. His arm steadied by your head.

“You couldn’t leave me if you wanted to boy. I wouldn’t try.” You just winked before reaching up and letting his straps fall to his side. Taking the hint, he moved a leg to the inside of your own. Allowing you to grind against him as he undressed.

To say it was painful, seemed like an understatement to you. As you tried to get friction you could only feel the temperature around your tip. You whined in need at your husband.

“Give me just a second now love bug. These are harder to get out of than you’d think.” You nodded. And as he stripped you attempted your palms own sneaky decent past his line of sight.

It didn’t go unnoticed. As you were about to take your member in your hand Dell stopped you. Shirt off and overalls bunched around his waist.

“And what are you doin sir?” He laughs as he grabbed at your hand and pulled it to your face.

“I ain’t enough for you?” It was your turn to scoff, but this scoff was out of need. You pulled the bedsheets into your fist as you growled in need.

“Dell! Don’t tease me, cmon!” You looked up at the man who seemed to need more of an explanation. “Dell honey, you know it's hard for me to get off on grinding alone. Could you please, please give me a hand?”

He grinned stupidly, bringing your knees around his waist, he brought his face to your dick. With one hand he held your side and with the other he stabilized you.

He closed his eyes and he licked up your shaft. You felt the most sensation at the base, where you could feel phantom sutures at the site of surgery. You groaned and held the back of his head there. Eyes half lidded, pleasure bringing a haze to your eyes.

And he continued. No words, only quiet groans that were absorbed by your member. He kissed along it for a while, making his way up to the head in time. And then he took it in.

Your legs tensed, eyes fluttering closed as he was able to get around three inches down. He increased his speed, not pleased with the languid pace the session was proceeding at. His own eyes were closed. Focused on sensation.

You groaned into your arm. Biting down on a fleshy bit to keep quiet. He wanted nothing more than to pull your arm away at that moment. Would his base really judge him for pleasing his husband?

Well.

Some might.

He decided not to chance it, instead using spit that pooled from his actions to trace around the rim of your ass.

You gasped as a finger slipped in suddenly. You hadn’t felt this penetration in a while. You arched back against your will. Your body forgetting how much it loved the sensation. You gasped loudly. Panting at Engie to move them faster. To which he obliged.

He popped off of your member loudly, smiling with satisfaction as he stared at your wrecked state.

The man who came in so dapper before was trembling on his fingers. Sweaty and almost to the point of orgasm. Engie bent his posture over to the best of his ability. Back cracking a bit in the process.

His chest fell flush with yours, the skin on you both heating to such a degree it felt like you could melt into each other.

“You’d always been so handsome to me you know that? Always so so damn handsome.” You moaned, his fingers pushing up against your thick walls as he once again pushed through your hole.

“You’re so good, comin over here. Callin me, makin me smile. I wish-“ he said remorsefully. “I wish I could take a normal job for you.”

You gasped in accordance, attempting to pay attention as his hand sped once again. Without looking you could tell it was his gunslinger, you admired the instrument before but praised the damn thing now.

As you grew less responsive Dell could tell you were close. He offered a trail of kisses up your neck. Watching your semi lucid smile scrunch up. His free hand went back to your member, pulling firmly.

You scratched at his back from the action. Allowing your hips to guide his hand as you awaited your climax.

Dell whispered coercions into your ear, like a private prayer.

“Cum for me honey. I know you got it in you. Just give it to me okay?” You gasped for air you were already getting, feeling like all the breath was being used on something bedsides breathing. You nodded, whimpering pathetic noises as he grew sloppier in his own hand gestures.

“You’re gonna go soon ain’t you? We’ll go ahead. Do it, you’re so good just do it now okay?” With one more thrust of his fingers he sent you over.

But he knew better than to stop.

He slowed his movements, waiting until a little after you stopped twitching. He watched your chest rise and fall before removing his hand and laying beside you.

“I can get you cleaned up after this love.” He said, pulling you close as he could, and as he felt exhaustion course through his body he smiled. Kissing your forehead as you drifted off.

“Or we can wait till tomorrow.”

[prettyboypistol]

Okay so how about getting ruined by engineer, bc he got frustrated that others were messing with his work.

So to help take his anger out, you let him go as rough as he wants. And can use whatever toys he wants on you.

Blowing Off Steam || Engineer x M!Reader +18

[Rough Sex][Spanking][Dirty talk][Ambiguous Genitals for Reader][Oral][Engie calling you a "good boy"]

minors dni

A loud bang on a desk made you and your coworkers jump and look directly towards the thundering sound. Dell pointed to the door and demanded in a voice none of you had ever heard come out of him before. It was cold and laced with an edge of danger as he demanded only two words.

"Get. Out."

You had been glued to your place in the room as the other men slinked out(or, if you were Scout, sprinted). Dell glared at you, but you could only put your hands up in a surrendering gesture. You and Dell had been messing around with each other for a couple of months now, but the post-sex pillow talk had really brought you two together.

Dell stormed past you and slammed the door and loudly locked it, only to drag himself back to his workbench as he dropped his head onto the metal table. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. was the only noise that echoed through the garage as he hit his hardhat against the steel. You couldn't help yourself. You stepped forward.

"Dell," You murmured gently, "hey man, wanna talk about it?"

Your Engineer groaned in response. "He's been, pardon my fucking language- fucking around with my machines again!"

"Scout?" You guessed.

"No, Demoman! That bastard's been tinkering with my turrets for a week now!"

Oh, that was a surprise. Tavish wasn't too bad of a person from what you had seen, but you couldn't condone drunken tampering with your man's machines.

"And like, yes the man's brilliant. Fuckin' amazing at bombs and explosives. I've looked over them- uh, them sticky bombs! Brilliant! But that don't give him the right to sneak into my workshop and fuck with my babies!"

"Oh I absolutely agree. There's a difference between explosive intelligence and mechanical intelligence. Two very different fields." You didn't know really what you were talking about, even then, it just felt right to say that. You were speaking off the cuff, and apparently it worked.

"Y'see, I don't think he'd like if I snuck into his testfield and "upgraded" his toys." Dell grumbled, his gloved hand drummed rhythmically onto the table. You tapped on the table to tell Engie that you had arrived at his side, then rubbed his shoulders. He sighed as you tried to work the knots out of him.

Dell let you explore his back through your massage, his temper dulling with every push and knead. Suddenly, you were flipped onto the table with Dell kissing your neck with an open mouth. While you weren't too upset with the change, it was quite surprising.

He tugged your shirt up as his hand slid around your chest, his large hands groped your chest as he sighed into the crook of your neck.

"Y'know babyboy, I think there's a great way to help me blow off steam, if you're willin', of course." Dell murmured before he kissed your ear softly.

You couldn't help but smile.

"Well go on Professor Genius, blow off some steam."

He shrugged his overalls' straps off of his shoulders as he kneeled down, your pants quickly unbuttoned as Dell completely overwhelmed your senses as he went right for the spot he had found that made you hold back a scream that he had found last week. Your hand slapped over your own mouth as he swallowed and laved his tongue in the exact ways that ruined you. God, he was evil.

You had given him fair warning, really! You knocked his hat off, you grasped at his shoulders, hell, you even near-sobbed that you were close! Still, he carried on and took all you had until you couldn't help but kick him away from the oversensitivity. Dell seemed to take that personally, if him grabbing you and placing him over his lap was anything to go by. "Say 'Bee' if I'm too hard." Dell explained. Before you could comprehend what he meant, a harsh smack to your ass made you squeak. Again and again, Dell spanked you until tears welled in your eyes. With every wind up and subsequent slap, Dell grumbled about the situation, accenting every grievance with a spank. After he was apparently done, he manhandled you oh so easily into sitting in his lap. He shushed you and gently kissed your neck and cheeks as his gloved hand reached onto his workbench to grab a little container of lube. He unscrewed the cap and dipped those large and boxy fingers of his deep into the liquid, only to press the slicked fingers against your entrance. "Good boy, c'mon, let me in." Dell crooned. "Let me get inside you darlin'." It felt like seconds, but soon enough Dell lined himself up and pushed you down onto him. God, he was too fucking thick for his own good. His hands on your pelvis tightened as he lifted you up and down in tandem with his hips pumping into you. You felt used. You felt as if he wasn't the Dell you loved, but a man full of horny anger that needed a release. Somehow, that was really fucking hot. "God dammit, I'm so fucking pissed off, love. So. God. Damn. PISSED." Dell ranted as he railed you. Every word was accentuated with a deep push inside you. "Ohhh why can't people leave my shit alone, hm? These nasty fuckin'-" The ranting felt like the horniest dirty talk that could ever be uttered as you sobbed in pleasure. You couldn't do anything but beg and whine as Dell rearranged your guts. There wasn't a real way to tell when Dell was close, but he suddenly switched positions to place you bent over the desk. "Good boy, fuckin' take it. Lemme get you all ruined, okay?" Dell growled as he made your screams bounce and echo off of the walls. You could only let out an excited moan and nod as he sped up. A loud groan and stilling was the only signifier before you were pressed down with rough hands and a chest against your back, keeping you in place as Dell came inside you. A few little pumps to drain himself fully made you sigh and giggle in delirium. "F-feelin' better?" You mumbled. "Yeah." Dell assured as he kissed your back and neck. "Thank you darlin'."

[rabbittf2x]

since your requests are open, maybe something nsfw with medic, sniper and engie please <3 maybe like they got horny in the middle of the battle and they want to quickly got some action, something like that,, i'm so excited you opened your requests that i'm not sure what i want jshsbd

Aww ur so sweet for being excited about it🥺💖

Warning: NSFW

Quickies with the mercs🤭

Includes: Engineer, Medic and Sniper

Engineer💖

You and the Engineer sat close in the base, guarding his buildings. You hadn’t seen much of the rest of the team for awhile, as the loud and exciting battle was happening outside. Engie kept stealing glances your way, taking in your pretty features

“Y’know,” he coughed awkwardly, a blush creeping across his cheeks. “The others prolly won’t be back for awhile…” he trailed

You took your eyes off Engineer’s sentry and looked into his goggles. “Yeah…?” You lilted, inching closer to him

Without another word, Engie’s arms slipped around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You barely had time to snake your own around his neck, as he crashed his lips onto yours. His goggles and hardhat hit the concrete floor, with your back not long after

The Engineer wasn’t used to quickies like this, but he was a very fast learner. From the moment he shrugged off his overalls, he turned you into a moaning mess. You couldn’t help but smile as he thrusted hard into you, crying out his name in smitten bliss

Your smile was infectious, as one crept across Engie’s face from above. “You look so pretty like this, darling.” He chuckled breathlessly

Medic💖

Before Medic left the infirmary for battle, you pulled him close and kissed his neck tenderly. “I’ll be waiting here until you get back…” you purred in his ear

Medic couldn’t focus at all. You were the only thing on his mind while at war. He had a… growing problem… which was really disrupting his work. Looking around the area with a bright red face, he quickly decided that his team could make due without a Medic for a little while. He raced back to the infirmary, scaring the hell out of you as he bursted through the doors

“Medic?!” You gasped

“I cannot wait until after the battle!” Medic exclaimed

“But your tea—oh!”

The doctor thrusted you against a hospital bed, causing you to leap up onto it. He slammed his lips onto yours, gripping your waist and grinding into you. You moaned as you felt that familiar hardness against your groin. You threw your arms around his neck and ran your fingers through his hair

Medic laid you down along the bed with his lips still on yours, clumsily unbuckling his belt. You fumbled with the buttons on his coat, and then your pants came off next

Your moans bounced off the walls of the infirmary, drowning out the sound of war outside. Medic laughed breathily, his glasses crooked on his flushed face

Sniper💖

You were keeping Sniper company in his little sniper nest. He was hot and bothered just at the fact you were chilling behind him. He could hardly focus, and even missed his shot at a few enemies. Growing frustrated, the Aussie dumped his rifle to the floorboards and turned to you

“Wanna do it?” Sniper asked

Your eyes widened, “what?” You gaped

“Just a quickie.” He deadpanned

You stared at him in disbelief for a few moments, before giving a shrug. “Yeah, okay.” You grabbed the bottom of your shirt and lifted it over your head

The Sniper crept over and pinned you against the wooden wall, feeling up your bare chest. You moaned, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. He groaned deeply into your mouth, grinding against you

Sniper ended up on top of you on the floor, his legs between yours. Your clothes along with his hat and sunglasses were carelessly thrown around his rifle. You mewled desperately against his lips as he slammed into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and slipped your hands under his shirt, crying out in pleasure

Sniping was a good job

[5eraphim]

Just saw ur lovely request are open once again,but I want to see some headcanons between zed and maynard when you- a former mercenary that left the war- comes back to check on the team- only to be terrified and creeped out by the surroundings.

And upon exploring inside- you find yourself to get lost upon the building..and when you saw a resemblance of your old teammate; engineer you couldn't help but be relieved..in a hurry you went over to him- and began to ramble and talk to him in worry..however you noticed something was off by the way he acts..he doesn't seem to know you..he seems surprised.. and when you call him dell- he even chuckles as if he finds it funny..

He offers you to go somewhere else- saying it's not safe- being lost and naive- you follow- making him actually lead you deeper inside.

You used to work here- why did this place suddenly became complex for you to wander around?

But then suddenly an another engineer appears and you panicked, raising your only weapon up towards them, but the engineer beside you stops you- taking the gun away from you.

You became confused- telling him there's an enemy right in front of you and he just laughs. You hear the supposed enemy engineer ask who you are- calling the engineer you first met- maynard and you became more confused and panicked as you realizes that this guy wasn't the same engineer you worked with.. and well.. this rambling could go even further with them trapping you inside the conagher slaughter house.

I 100% forgot you wanted this "headcanons" style, and drafted the entire oneshot before I Realized. I hope that's alright with you! Thank you so much for the request, I really hope you enjoy.

Title: Where He Once Stood

Characters: Maynard and Zed (Emesis Blue)

Rating: M (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE)

Content Warnings: Reader is gender neutral, x reader, implied forced intimacy, power imbalance, deceptive abduction, slight amnesia, yandere

Word Count: 3.7k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

"The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved." (Jeremiah 8:20)

"Even blood washes out, or you can fill your mouth with things that hide the taste." Sophie MacKintosh, Excerpt from "Cursed Bread"

You thought you knew your way around this place; you'd been around these parts plenty of times before. Sure, some years had passed, but that didn't explain how utterly lost you felt wandering Dustbowl. You ditched the war ages ago to find your own way in life, and you were content with that. It wasn't until recently that you decided you wanted to catch up with your closest friend from your time serving, Dell. 

As a Sniper, you didn't interact much with the Engineer, but it wasn't your time on the battlefield you remembered fondly. It was his warmth and kindness at the end of the day, how excited you would get meeting up with him and the rest of the team for breakfast every day, despite knowing the grim work in store for you later in the day, and all the other moments of levity during such a dark time in your life. He was a good man, much too good to be stuck fighting the war.

The flashlight's beam did little to cut through the intense darkness overhead, and you could tell rain was due any minute now. You expected navigation would be tricky, but this was absolutely futile. The longer you wandered, the more your brain fog intensified, making you feel like a small child lost in the dark looking for their mother, jumping at shadows and fearing the sound of wind whipping overhead was the voices of ghosts.

Mindlessly, you fiddled with the strap securing your rifle to your body. Passing by a reflective window, you did a double take, catching your reflection. Looking down, you realized you were in your old Sniper's uniform. You could've sworn you came here dressed in civilian clothes when you departed, but frustratingly, you couldn't remember for sure.

In the distance, thunder rumbled, the storm was closing in, and you needed to find your way to proper shelter. Feeling a light rain against your face, you picked up the pace, trying to find any signs of life nearby, and to your immense relief, after rounding what felt like the hundredth nondescript dark corner, you spotted a light on, and could just make out the blurry details of Dell's old workshop. Running closer, you smiled, seeing the silhouette of someone inside tinkering away. It just had to be Dell!

As you sped closer and got a better look at the workshop, annoyed slightly by the fogged glass obscuring your vision keeping you from seeing inside, but you were too excited to see him again to care much.

Knocking on the door, you yelled, "Dell, open up!"

Watching a silhouette draw closer to the door, you were confused as he stalled for a moment, "Dell, will you let me in! It's freezing out here!"

The door creaked open, and Dell stood stiffly, without hesitating; you wrapped both arms around him, hugging as close as you could, almost sobbing with happiness after finally finding a familiar face around here.

"It's good to see you again! I missed you so much!"

Awkwardly, he patted your back and returned the hug before pulling away, staring at you with an almost blank look. "Sniper?"

Forcing a smile, you tried to ignore how uneasy he was acting, "C'mon Dell, it's me- we fought together for years. Don't tell me you've forgotten already?"

With an odd look on his face, he nodded, a strange smile spread across his face, "Course I remember ya, that's right- it's me, your ol' buddy Dell. It's been a while since I saw your face- whatcha doin' 'round here?"

He was acting weird, but it had been so long since he'd seen you face to face, and you didn't want to say anything. As he let you inside, you couldn't ignore the mess around the workshop. Dell could get buried in his work more than anyone you knew, but he was never so sloppy before. Beer cans littered tables, cigarettes piled over in ashtrays, and countless grease stains streaked across the tables and walls. You had to force yourself to keep from recoiling at the smell of stale air and debris. Seeing your old comrade out of uniform was odd, even if he still dawned the hard hat and goggles. Did he get taller after the war? You wondered but didn't want to ask out loud.

He noticed your staring, even if you were too meek to say anything definitive. With a hearty laugh, he pulled you into a crushing bear hug, "Good to see ya again, partner. It's been awful quiet 'round these parts lately."

You wanted to pull up a chair and catch up, but you couldn't forget the nightmarish terrain you crossed to get here. Pushing away from the hug, biting your lower lip nervously, you spoke, "Dell, I think something's up. We gotta get out of here."

Dell didn't seem to notice how bleak things were outside his shop. "This ol' place? I've been living under this roof since day one… It ain't been that long since you ditched the war." He gave you a cheeky smile, "Don't tell me you've already forgotten this place."

He was right. Objectively, you were fighting in the war just a few years ago, and there was no reason for you to have already forgotten so much. It didn't make any sense. Too insecure about the bizarre amnesia and brain fog to confess to either, you didn't respond, watching Dell cautiously nodding. Dell sighed, "I'm a might busy now, but I can walk with you for a while; I reckon I can take one night off. Help ya outta here an' all."

Stepping away a bit, you expected Dell to lead you back outside, but to your surprise, he drew further into the workshop, bringing you to the door attaching the shop to the rest of the warehouse. He opened the door, holding it open for you as you paced onward. It didn't make sense to you that this could be the way out, but Dell was your friend, and you trusted him. And it wasn't like you had any better ideas.

The two of you shuffled forward in a slightly awkward silence, you couldn't ignore how different everything looked from how you remembered it. How could everything have fallen into disrepair so fast? Windows were shattered, and walls were fractured by massive cracks, it was like the place had been abandoned for at least a decade. Things were run down, broken, and you tried not to consider the possibility you'd somehow stumbled onto enemy territory. You reasoned it was only a matter of time before you saw something you remembered, and if it were the enemy base, surely you'd have gotten yourself shot by now.

Dell broke the silence, "You came all this way to see me. You still talkin' with the others? Any idea how they're holdin' up?"

He sounded so disinterested; it was hard to imagine someone like him hadn't kept up with the others back home, if there was one person to be "a friend to all", it was Dell."I'm not so sure, actually. It's been getting quieter and quieter on their end… I just- I uh, really wanted to come and see you before you went silent too…"

Dell looked over his shoulder to smile at you, but this was an expression you'd never seen from him before. "Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing." Something was seriously off with him, but you couldn't put your finger on it.

You were so unsettled you didn't know how to respond, keeping your head down and hands mindlessly fumbling with your gun strap, trying to hold onto the hope this would all be over soon.

"To get outta here, we're gonna cross someone who don't take kindly to trespassers. But hold my hand, and I promise I'll getcha through." He extended his un-gloved hand for you to take, a kind gesture, but not one you were too thrilled to accept.

Raising an eyebrow, you responded, "If it's just one guy, I think I can defend myself just fine." As you spoke, you tapped the tip of the rifle strapped to your back with your fingernail. 

Dell looked like he was trying to stifle a laugh, "Buddy, don't wanna do that, trust me. Ya ain't gonna win a quick draw against him." Once again, he extended his hand palm-up for you to take, which you reluctantly accepted. To your slight relief, Dell's hands were at least as warm as you remembered. It wasn't much, but you found it comforting.

You were thankful Dell didn't try to rush. Matching your feeble pace and walking close enough beside, you could almost feel his hip pressed against your own. "Is it Spy? Is he still around?" 

Dell snickered, "Nope."

You continued walking by his side for a while without saying anything. Listening to the sound of your own footsteps against the creaking floor, trying to ignore the other noises of the house. The rain pattering against the windows, which rattled in the wind. Even creepier, you couldn't ignore the unidentifiable sounds from below the floorboards, sounding almost like someone moaning in pain. You could've sworn you could hear whispers coming from behind the dark corners, but you knew there was no way anyone else was around. Inner reason told you it was just your mind playing tricks on you, but you couldn't help but whip your head toward the voices to catch someone there, but no one ever was.

If Dell could hear the moans of pain or the hushed voices, he didn't say anything. As you walked, he ran his thumb in soft, slow circles against the back of your hand to try and comfort you. He hummed a little under his breath as though trying to minimize the creepiness of the place.

When you were about to ask how much longer until you found a way out, Dell stopped at another door. Remarkably sturdy looking and well-maintained compared to the shabbiness of the rest of the house. Given how heavy and industrial it appeared, it hardly resembled a door, looking more like the entrance to a bank vault. "This is it. He's right in 'ere. Don't let him scare ya. He's all bark and no bite… Sort of."

You were too tense to ask precisely what he meant by that, giving him a single nod in response, pressing your lips together into a hard line, tightening your grip against his hand. Stealing your resolve with a deep breath, you had no idea what lay in wait behind the door, but you were ready to tackle it head-on if it meant getting out. Pulling a tarnished silver key from his top pocket, Dell unlatched the door, stealing a quick glance your way before pushing the heavy door open. 

You weren't ready to see what was behind that door, let alone confront him. The sight of another Engineer covered in fresh blood, chunks of carnage clinging to his overalls, and cleaning his tools, which were just as drenched in gore as he was, made you lock up with fear. The smell of carnage and motor oil almost made you wretch, and it took all your strength to keep from covering your eyes or screaming. 

Two Engineers at the same base was confusing enough, but seeing one of them drenched in blood off the battlefield made you even more horrified. They both looked so much like Dell, but you knew with a sinking realization neither of these men were the Engie you knew and cared for. The other Engineer looked up at his twin, only then noticing he wasn't alone. "Who the hell is that?"

He shot up from his seat, ready to dart in your direction. Instinctively, you drew your weapon and were prepared to aim at the other Engineer. Your hands shook badly, and you knew you'd miss him if you tried to fire, even at such a close range. 

Before you could even raise the crosshairs to your eye, you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder, pulling you protectively closer to his body, effortlessly yanking you from your weak stance, speaking in a louder but not quite aggressive voice. "Hey, easy there- don't do anything stupid now. We're just here to talk."

You weren't sure if he was talking to you or the other Engineer, but thankfully, he stopped where he was, keeping one hand planted on the gun attached to his belt. "Don't do anything stupid? Maynard! What the hell are you doin' bringin' someone up here!?"

Confusion slowly began to dwarf your fear. Keeping a tight hold on your gun, you lowered it a little more, whispering under your breath, glancing at the man beside you out of the corner of your eye, "Maynard?"

Despite the hostile situation, he grinned and winked, "Charmed to make your acquaintance, partner."

The other Engineer was far less amused. "Maynard, answer me! You got a hell of a lotta explainin' to do, brother!" It was too dark to see his face, as though you could even really see him under the hard hat and glasses, but his voice was more than enough to make you go stunned and silent.

All rational was gone. You could only think about getting out of this awful place. You tried to turn on your heel and break from Maynard's grip, but he was even stronger than he looked, keeping you effortlessly pinned in place.

A pair of bulky arms hugged you from behind, wrapping around your belly, pulling you securely against a chest broader than you remembered Dell's being. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck prickle as you were forced to fully realize how close the stranger was and how far away from safety you were. 

Sure, you were scared before, but Dell was your best friend, and you'd follow him anywhere, but this wasn't Dell, and now you were in the clutches of something much more nefarious than you had expected.

Leaning close to whisper in your ear, you heard the stranger speak, "You weren't runnin' away on me now, were you? You wouldn't leave me all alone in here, would ya, darlin'? And here I thought we were getting along so well." His hug from behind tightened noticeably as he hissed that last part into your ear, crushing the air from your lungs. Your eyes widened, watching the other Engineer stalking closer. He looked so much like Dell, but you knew this wasn't him, the similarities making him all the more terrifying. The other Engineer didn't once take his hand from his gun, but at least he wasn't yelling anymore. "The hell are you doing here? Just who the hell-"

Maynard raised one hand to silence the other Engineer, who complied through grit teeth, and you could only imagine the enraged look on his face under his goggles. 

"Relax, Zed, this one is harmless-"

Zed fumed, "Don't tell me to relax, you lazy bastard! You bring a surprise visitor this deep into the house with a gun pointed at my head! And you want me to relax!?"

You paled, listening to Zed confirm what you'd feared all along. You weren't being led the way out. You were following blindly even deeper into enemy territory, brought all the way into his den without even trying to fight back. You couldn't even call it your old base anymore. Where you stood now was his turf. Any pathetic, fleeting hope of escaping this bizarre place vanished the instant the words left Zed's mouth. Tears of hopelessness stung your eyes, threatening to spill as you heard Maynard's deep, unsettling laughter rumbling behind you. Too scared to move much on your own, you managed to buck forward suddenly, wriggling free as his arm detached from around you, forcing you to support yourself with shaking knees, holding your rifle to your chest with white knuckles, breathing rapidly. 

Maynard took a half-step away and smiled reassuringly before extending a hand your way. In a faux-soothing voice, though with a note of condescension, as though he were speaking to a small child, "You heard the man. Hand it over." 

The mere sight of Zed standing close by, staring you down with complete vitriol, made you hesitate. Your situation was hopeless; anyone could see that trying to hold onto your gun would likely give you more trouble than anything else, but still, you were too scared out of your mind to think clearly. 

Seconds passed like hours as Maynard stared at you with that creepy smile, "Don'tcha want this all over with? Just hand me the gun, buddy. That's all ya gotta do." You looked back between Zed and Maynard like a hunted animal.

"C'mon now, Don't make me take it from you," Maynard warned, sounding a little too excited to enforce his own threat. Swallowing the lump in your throat, with unsteady hands, you complied, turning over your only means of defense to the stranger. Your sniper rifle was more than a gun. It was an extension of yourself, and handing it away felt like a severe betrayal.

Without a second thought, the Texan smiled, accepting your weapon into his own hands, holding the thing carefully in his hands, and seeming to admire the firearm before smashing it into the cement wall beside him. The sound of metal against cement rang out like a gunshot, making you yelp, watching your precious gun get smashed to pieces. 

Maynard took a few more good swings against the wall before dropping the battered rifle to the ground, giving it a steel-toed stomp for good measure, beaming at the sound of metal breaking apart and shattering beneath his foot. 

Maynard looked at Zed with an almost chipper smile, "See, gun's gone now. I told ya that one's harness, didn't I?" Unable to look away, you stared down at your poor gun, not even flinching as Maynard slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you back into his chest.

Zed appeared unphased by the brutal display, nodding at the sight of the broken weapon, at last moving his hand from his holster, crossing his arms over his chest. "I see. But I wanna know why you brought a hostage all the way up here. I know we got more than enough room in the bunkers-"

Maynard interrupted, squeezing you a little tighter, "Not a hostage. A guest, this one's an old friend of Dell's." Turning his head to face you, uncomfortably close, Maynard asked, "Dell ever mentioned he had brothers to ya before?"

You winced hearing his name. You didn't want to upset your captors more than they were, but you honestly had no idea what was happening, so you shook your head.

Maynard sighed, "Looks like our baby brother didn't spend much time missin' the folks back home. Typical youngest sibling', he thinks just cuz he's the golden child, he can leave the rest of us behind."

You were almost too scared to ask; you just had to know. "Dell is still alive… Isn't he?"

Maynard frowned, "Well, he ain't come our way in a long time. But I know he's out there. He'll be back soon… An' I know you'll be good an' help welcome him home, won'tcha?" While he spoke, his fingers began to drum over your shoulder, playing with the fabric of your shirt between his fingertips. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Zed watching you like a hawk, not moving from his position several paces away, likely still ready to blow your head off at a moment's notice.

Trying your hardest not to let him see how his touch made you shudder, you mumbled, "How long? How much longer till he's back?"

Maynard sighed, shrugging, "Well, tough to say for sure. We've been waitin' on a visit for ages now, but ya never know with him."

Your face fell, and your head dropped forward, not wanting to give Maynard the satisfaction of seeing you cry. Ruffling the top of your head with his gloved hand, he muttered, "Hey now, don't cry, it won't be so bad. We'll keep you nice and safe. I always did like a little company around here."

Maynard looked past you to talk to Zed, "Just give us a few. I'll get 'em settled in and be back to work."

Zed huffed but didn't say anything to stop his brother, allowing him to walk past where he stood to the hallways connecting personal quarters to the den. As he passed the threshold out of the den, Maynard laughed a little to himself, "Yeah, sorry 'bout him. He's always a lil' cranky 'round strangers."

If that was Zed being cranky, you didn't want to know what he looked like when he was really pissed. It wasn't long until Maynard stopped at another doorway at the end of the hall, which creaked harshly when pushed open. 

So this was where he was leading you all along, his bedroom. Somewhere so deep in the heart of the house, you didn't have a prayer of finding your own way out. You let Maynard lead you to his bed. He sat you down on the blanket, drinking in the scared look on your face with great satisfaction. 

"I gotta take care of a few more things, but I want ya to stay here; keep the bed nice and warm for me. I'll be back before ya know it."

You didn't say anything, too disgusted to even look him in the eye, but you could hear him chuckling at your adorable stubbornness, "What's the matter, partner? Got nothing to say?"

Still refusing to look at him, you mumbled. "You were never going to take me home. You lied to me."

Using his human hand, Maynard brushed the side of your cheek with the pad of his thumb, curling his other hand beneath your chin to tilt your head up to look at him.

"I promised to get you outta the workshop. I never promised to take ya home. But hey, it's gonna be ok, darlin', Don'tcha see? You are home now."

Biting your lower lip to keep from sobbing, you could feel your face trembling to keep the tears in, "This can't be real. This has gotta be a dream…"

Maynard leaned down to kiss your head, muttering, "Ya really think this is all some dream, huh? That's cute. Go on and hold onto that hope while ya can. Ya ain't gonna have much hope left after I've had my way with ya."

[2frosty4you]

Scorched | Chapter 5

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She was wrong, another man could ruin her day.

Now she was looking at the door, she didn't want to walk over and open it. (Y/n) wanted to sleep off the surgery.

“Are you sleepin’ darl, if so i can come back tomorrow” A southern accent spoke from outside the door. Something about his words made her smile, which she quickly wiped off to open the door wide. “Hello?” She asked. There stood one of the mercenaries. He had a yellow helmet in his hands, a glove on one of those hands. A red undershirt and brown overalls. Looking through the goggles which were over his eyes he smiled and stuck out the non-gloved hand for a handshake.

“Welcome to the team, I didn't have time to greet yah before” His accent still made her smile inwardly as whatever words he spoke sounded so much nicer. Like they were covered in honey and sugar. “Oh, uh thank you” She shook his hand and then he handed her a rectangular tupperware container. “Since ya weren't at dinner I saved some for ya” He smiled and (Y/n) took the tupperware in one hand. “Thank you, uhh?” “Oh my apologies, name’s Dell Conagher, but you’ll be callin’ me Engineer” He did a small bow in her direction, and (Y/n) gave a soft smile. “(Y/n), it's nice to meet you Engineer” She looked at the food in the container.

“What’d you make?” They questioned, moving the container to her eye level to try and make out what he put inside the container, he chuckled at her actions. “Well, it was a slice of lasagna, now it looks like a container of pasta” Dell joked, smiling at the woman, (Y/n) lowed the container but gave him a smile. “Thank you, Dell.” She was the softest she has been in a while, and even if this man was nice and she felt calm near him her energy was running out. “Oh, not to forget this quickly.” He placed a fork and knife wrapped in a few napkins on the container in her hands. “Anyway Darl, you get some rest after you eat. I’ll see you out on the field tomorrow” He waved to her as he turned around, humming a tune as (Y/n) face became confused. Battlefield? Tomorrow? Miss Pauling didn’t tell her anything or even send her a letter or message or anything about it.

(Y/n) shut the door. Looking into the wood as her brain sent her back into rambling thoughts. If this was a battlefield who were they fighting? Would it be some other organization or gang that was out for this team of various strange men? (Apart from Dell). (Y/n) placed the food onto the table, moving away the various blueprints she had laid out beforehand. Turning on the lamp she sat down. The chair was comfortable enough to deal with, and the lamp gave off a nice strong beam of light onto the workspace. Cracking open the container she smelt the lasagna and her mouth watered, oh how she missed the classic family dinners.

Digging into the meal her comfort only increased, she was happily eating a family dinner, even if alone in her room, while looking at her firework blueprints. One included a large double barrel firework launcher which would have the ability to shoot carefully selected fireworks from the barrels and use them like explosives instead of simple decorations or celebratory memorabilia. Maybe Dell could aid her? If he really was an engineer in this team he could maybe take these and acutally tell her if theyre possible to be made. She then heard the sound of metal hitting plastic. Looking down she found an empty container.

“Oh, how’d I finish it all without noticing..” She mumbled to herself. Closing the lid with the used napkins and cutlery inside. Placing it on her desk far from the edge. She then yawned, stretching her arms up while arching her back. Now smacking her lips together as she stood up, pushing in the chair and turning off the light. (Y/n) walked over to the closet and looked around it, inside was her clothes but a fireproof suit hung up at the left end of it, she paused staring into it as she grapped some of her old clothes.

Changing into the more loose clothing she folded her removed clothing and placed it on the desk. Now moving into her bed she laid back in it and stared at the room, glow in the dark stars littered the ceiling, it was …. comforting to have something that childish in a strange place. She rolled to have her back against the wall and closed her eyes to be lifted into a dreamless sleep.

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“MAGGOTS!” A loud voice boomed through the hall behind her door, large footsteps now echoing along side the voice as the man who belonged to this loud, annoying exclamation stopped at her door. (Y/n) cracked her eyes open, squinting them as the man now knocked on her door. She groaned, moving the blankets off her and shuffling to the door. The knocking was getting louder and she was getting annoyed.

“What-“ Was what she could only get out before she came face to chest with a tall man, a helmet resting on his head with a red uniform, two straps with grenades on them as he held his hand up, about to knock again. “Miss.” He began, now stepping back slightly to give her an electronic device, it looked like a thick brick, metallic gray with an even darker reflective screen. It reflected her tired face on it. “Miss Pauling ordered me to deliver this to you” He explained, nudging her to take it. A little aggressive as she took the device. “Wha,, what even is this?” She asked, the device weighed a good amount as she turned it over to check it out. Large words marked the back of it.

‘MANN.CO’

She hummed, and almost dropped it as it turned on. “Hello, Pauling here” Miss Pauling’s voice wasn’t clear, but understandable as she looked at the screen. Miss Pauling’s face stared at the woman. “Hey?” (Y/n) answered, now looked back to the man who stood there stiff, as if waiting for an order. “Miss (L/n), good to know Soldier actually delivered this in one piece” She spoke in a bland tone, (Y/n) could hear the tiredness in her voice as the woman nodded now knowing his name. “Okay Soldier you can leave now” She added, the man saluted and marched off, banging on the door a few metres from hers, which was met with the yells of a younger sounding man. “Okay (L/n), you won't be put into real battle today, you’ll be against some bots so we know you’re not a lost cause” The purple woman addressed, looking down at a clipboard, then moving some papers around.

“Okay, that seems simple” (Y/n) softly muttered out, now closing her door. “What do I need?” “There should be a fireproof suit in your closet tailored to your measurements, a pair of black boots and a gas mask. Put them on and wait till Heavy gets you.” She ordered, (Y/n) slowly nodded along with the words and heard a noise of the ‘call’ ending. She placed the device onto her bed, now looking down at her clothes she wondered for a second. ‘What do people wear under fireproof suits?’ She thought, opening the closet door and taking out the suit, and the boots. She then spied a beige tank top and black bicycle shorts. ‘That should work’ She hummed, taking out all this clothing and moving it onto her bed. First taking off her sleeping clothes to replace it with the tank top, bicycle shorts and a pair of socks.

She put on the fireproof suit, zipped it up and put on the boots. They felt strong, steel capped even. She looked at her hands, something was missing, she walked back to the closet and rummaged through it until she found a pair of large rubber gloves, they were black with yellow fingers and a yellow band around the end of them. She also saw the gas mask Miss Pauling was talking about. Then she heard a heavy knock at her door, she walked to the door and opened it to see heavy standing there, a gruff look on his face. “Litle (Y/n) almost ready?” He asked, and she nodded quickly, now putting on the gloves, and taking the Device from her desk. She held the mask in her hands, not putting it on yet. “Okay I’m ready, where are we going?” “Practice room” He stated as they walked. Now going past many men, Soldier; who gave her the device that Heavy has told her is called a ‘ConTracker’. Medic, who looked extremely sleep deprived as he chewed on his blue pen. Engineer, who hummed to himself while cooking breakfast, a delicious smell of bacon and eggs wafting into her nose made her drool slightly.

She didn’t see scout, but saw Sniper who was drinking from a mug with the words “#1 Sniper’ written on it with large red letters. Another man was face down on the table, she thinks this was the one who saw her yesterday sneaking to the medic's clinic. Spy was nowhere to be seen, thank god.

Then Heavy opened two large metal doors, bright light beaming into her face, she covered her eyes with a gloved hand. She looked around, large metallic bots which looked like the Russian man before her laid motionless, more littered around, all looking like the various men around her. But they were… blue.

[hailed-storms]

idk if you do x readers, it wasn’t super clear in your writing criteria im sorry BUT

need engineer x reader in some sort of domestic setting. like making breakfast or sleepy morning cuddling, it can be anything like thar. :3

he has texan rizz and boy oh boy he could get me.

✿ Breakfast in bed.

Introducing!.. DELL CONAGHER!

Romantic setting with Gender neutral reader.

(A/N: my bad if it's cringe or weird!! Hope you like it anon! )

You woke up in bed alone, huh? That's unusual. You would usually wake up next to your husband, Dell Conagher. You hear footsteps coming up from your stairs; the door opens, and surprise surprise! It's Engie, and he has a lap desk with breakfast on it. "O-oh, hey honeybee, I didn't expect you to wake up this early!" , You looked at the desk he was holding in his hands with breakfast on it, realising... He made you breakfast in bed! "Did you try making me breakfast?" You asked happily. "Yeah, well, you were supposed to wake up to it, heh." "Well, still, thank you, Dell; this means a lot, and, uh, I love you." . The engineer blushes a bit at the compliment, with a slight smile on his face, and goes to sit on the bed with you. "I love you too, honeybee." "Also, this cooking is amazing!" you." . The engineer blushes a bit at the compliment with a slight smile on his face and goes to sit on the bed with you. "I love you too honeybee." "Also this cooking is amazing!!"

Uh hi yeah I'm back I just didn't get motivation for a LONGGG TIME also school and stuff and sorry if it's cringe🙏‼️‼️