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[ let me show you ] d. mercer
day 5 of kinktober (praise kink w/ dawson mercer)
paring : Dawson Mercer x fem!reader
summary : Dawson shows his best friend how sex is supposed to feel
warning(s) : smut ! inexperienced!reader, soft dom!dawson, oral (f recieving), p in v, protected sex, praise kink, pet names during sex
author’s note : being so serious when i say that this is (i think) the first time im writing for merc so plsss bear w me and tell me what you think. it was supposed to be on she shorter end, but i got a lil carried away so there is actual plot including. enjoy <33
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That is not how sex is supposed to feel. Even with only one hookup prior to tonight under her belt, she doesn't think it was supposed to be that bad. Both her hookups to this day were honestly bad, and she's starting to think it has something to do with her.
She didn't think she would ever be the one to sneak out of someone's bed after hooking up with them, but here she is. She quietly and quickly gathers her clothes before she gets dressed so she can make her escape.
On the way down to the Uber that she ordered once her date fell asleep, she calls Dawson because she needs to tell someone about her night.
The phone rings a few times before he answers the phone.
"Aren't you supposed to be out on a date right now?" he questions as soon as he picks up the phone.
She pushes the door open and is met with cool New Jersey air. It whips through her hair. "Supposed to be are the key words," she tells him. "No, he brought me back to his apartment and attempted to fuck me."
"Attempted?" he asks, confusion evident in his voice. She can only imagine his face. "How did he attempt to fuck you? Because usually he did or he didn’t."
Before she gets into the Uber, she says in a hushed voice, "He couldn't figure out how to put his dick in me, Dawson. That's what I mean when I say he attempted to fuck me. He just went down on me instead and he came just from doing that. And I’m pretty sure I didn’t orgasm.”
He howls with laughter as she gets into the backseat of the Uber. "No way," Dawson laughs. "You're telling me he didn't know where to put it? Oh my God."
"It's embarrassing for me too, Merc," she tells him, face red like she is having this conversation face-to-face with him. "It's not like I knew any better either. Both hookups I’ve had have been the worst experiences of my life and taught me next to nothing about what I’m supposed to do.”
Her best friend is quiet as the Uber starts the drive to her apartment building in Hoboken. She raises her eyebrows, but he starts talking before she can ask if he’s still there.
“Come to my apartment,” he tells her. Dawson sounds a little more serious than he did thirty seconds ago.
“Why?”
“Just … come to my apartment,” he reiterates. “I’ll tell you why when you get here.”
Confused flood her body. “Okay,” she sighs. She tells the Uber driver Dawson’s address before she turns her attention back to the conversation. “You’re being very suspicious right now and I’m not sure I like it.”
“You love me anyway,” he laughs. “See you soon.”
Then the line beeps dead and she pulls the phone away from her ear. She blinks at the dark device and questions why he suddenly told her to come over. It’s almost one in the morning and she’s pretty sure he has morning skate at ten, yet he told her to come over.
If he wants to make her feel better, he could’ve waited until it wasn’t the middle of the night. They could’ve gone to lunch tomorrow when he got done practice and before he took his pre-game nap. Dawson didn’t have to tell her to come over.
The drive to Dawson’s place takes ten minutes longer than the drive to her apartment would’ve taken. It’s close to 1:30 in the morning when the Uber pulls up out front of his apartment building. She thanks the driver and heads up to Dawson's fourth floor apartment.
Three knocks later and she's face-to-face with Dawson in his pajama pants and Devils t-shirt. He looks her up and down where she stands in her little black dress and heels. The dress isn't too revealing but it shows off her curves with the way it hugs her body.
She walks past him without a word. Her cheeks threaten to turn red as she turns back to face him. Dawson shuts the door and she asks, "Is there a reason I'm in your apartment in the middle of the night?"
"You said your hookup experiences weren't the best," Dawson slowly says, hesitating a bit.
"Did you seriously ask me to come over so you could make fun of me because of my lack of experience?" she asks, annoyance evident in her voice. "Because not all of us can be a professional hockey-"
"I might be your best friend, but I wouldn't make fun of you for that," he interrupts. "God. Who do you think I am? I make fun of you for a lot of things but not because of your lack of experience."
Her body begins to relax because she really thought he was going to make fun of her. "Then why did you ask me to come over if it wasn't to make fun of me?" she tries again.
There's a moment of hesitation like Dawson's unsure of what to say next. She raises her eyebrows in confusion until he speaks.
She's very surprised at the words that leave his mouth.
"Let me show you how sex is supposed to feel," he tells her. "I'm your best friend. I hope that means you trust me enough to let me show you how good sex is supposed to be."
As soon as the words pass his lips, she's taken aback.
They've been best friends since they met their freshman year of high school and she never fathomed hooking up with him. She would be lying if she had she never thought about it though, because she has a few times. He's attractive, an insanely good hockey player, and has the best sense of humor. She knows that; she just never thought he'd want to hook up with her.
"You would do that?" she questions. "For me?"
Dawson nods and takes a step toward her. "I'd do anything for you," he replies. "Including this, if you want. So you're not embarrassed and know what you're doing next time someone takes you home after a date."
Slowly, he crosses the living room until he's standing in front of her. She looks up at him and sharply inhales when their eyes meet for a second.
"I, um ..." she trails off. "Yeah."
A small smile forms on Dawson's lips. "Yeah?" he asks. "Is that a yes?"
She nods and reaches out to touch him. She hesitates, gnawing on her bottom lip. "It's a yes," she tells him. "Before we do though, just promise me that it won't change anything. You'll still be my best friend and you'll still make fun of me for stupid things and I'll still get to make fun of you every time you fall on the ice."
The grin on Dawson's face grows. "Nothing will ever change," he tells her. "You'll still be able to make fun of me every time I fall on the ice. As a matter of fact, please keep making fun of me when I fall on the ice because it's one of my favorite things when you do."
A smile forms on her face as she looks up at her best friend. "Then okay," she sighs. "Show me how sex is supposed to feel."
With her permission and consent, he leans down and captures her lips in a long, deep kiss. Her heart races in her chest the longer their lips touch. She reciprocates it, matching the slow pace he instigated the kiss with. His forehead rests on her as the kiss deepens slightly.
Dawson brings his hand up and cups her jaw, holding her close. She rests her hands on his waist, grabbing his shirt lightly and pulling at the thin fabric so he doesn't get too far. His free hand mirrors the other one. She hums at the feeling because she's never been kissed like this.
While she lacks experience in bed, she's had her fair share of kisses in her life. Teenage relationships in high school, a little experimentation during her college years, and a handful of dates since she moved to Jersey to be close to Dawson.
In all those years though, she's never been kissed the way her best friend is kissing her now. The way he's holding her, deeply kissing her. She's not sure she'll want to kiss anyone else but Dawson after this.
He moves his hands down to her waist and she slides hers up over his chest until she wraps them around his neck. Dawson's hands rest on her butt and she smiles into the kiss that follows. He kisses her smile before he takes advantage and licks into her mouth. She gasps and hums at the feeling.
Yeah, she may never kiss anyone but Dawson after this.
The kiss turns rushed, heated, and full of tongue. She kicks off the heels she's wearing while Dawson picks her up after he wraps his arms around her waist. She wraps her legs around him and he carries her off to his bedroom down the hallway.
A soft light illuminates the room from the lamp that's lit next to his bed. That's the only light in the room when Dawson crawls on his knees on the mattress before he lies her on her back. She rolls her hips against his and Dawson pulls back.
"Okay," he breathes out with a smile on his face. "You're rushing. Don't rush. You're chasing after something you have to build to first so take a second. I have you and I'll make sure you feel good."
She nods and relaxes her entire body under his. She stares up at him and bites her bottom lip. Dawson sits back on his feet and pulls his t-shirt over his head. Her eyes widen at the sight of him without a shirt and his checkered pants hanging low on his waist.
"Oh, fuck me," she breathes out.
"That's the plan," Dawson replies.
He hooks his fingers around the thin straps that sit on her shoulders. He pulls them down off her shoulders very slowly, pulling the fabric down with the straps. When she pulls her arms out, Dawson keeps pulling the dress off.
Her breasts are exposed and she doesn't feel the need to cover her chest up. She lets Dawson keep looking at her the way she can't help but look at him.
She lifts her hips so Dawson can pull off the dress. It hits the floor with a soft thud. Her fingers splay across his torso and run up his chest. Dawson wraps his hands around her wrists and pulls her so she's sitting up, chest against his.
Dawson lifts her head up with a curled pointer finger. "I've always thought you were pretty," he softly tells her while his eyes study her face. Her face turns red. "But holy shit. You are so beautiful. I'm going to make sure you feel so good, my pretty girl."
His words shoot straight to her core. "Merc," she sighs. "You can't just say those things."
"I can," he replies while he runs a finger between her breasts. "And I will because in this moment, I'm allowed to." His fingers trails down her stomach until it reaches the waistband of her ruined panties. "So get used to it."
She shivers at his words and allows him to pull off the thin fabric. She is completely bare in front of him, and he looks at her like she's the only thing in the entire world.
It might be because they're sharing this intimate moment, but she can't help but think maybe he feels something for her. She's had a couple of moments where she thought maybe they could be more than friends, but she didn't think he shared those sentiments so she never said anything. She's never initiated anything, but he suggested they do this tonight so she can't help but wonder if he feels something for her.
Dawson lies down on his stomach with his face between her legs. He licks his bottom lip and mumbles, "So wet, pretty girl. All for me?"
Pretty girl rings throughout her head and leaves her tongue-tied. All she can do is nod in response to his question. Dawson grins and kisses her thigh. Her body shudders in response. He trails kisses from her thigh to her core. He licks a slow stripe over her core and she lets out a soft hum as her hands find a home in his hair.
"God, Dawson," she gasps. His lips wrap around her clit and he hums, sending shocks throughout her entire body.
In the two hookups she's had before this one, it's never felt like this. Her body has never reacted like this before. An unfamiliar knot has already formed in the pit of her stomach, and Dawson has only used his tongue on her. He hasn't touched her, but it already feels so good.
His tongue runs through her soaked folds. Soft hums pass his lips every so often, and each time she gasps.
"So good for me," Dawson tells her. "So patient for me. You taste so good, baby."
Before she can even react to his words, he slips his tongue inside of her. A borderline pornographic moan passes her lips while her fingers curl in his locks. She throws her head back in pleasure as Dawson licks her closer to her inevitable orgasm.
He shifts his position on the bed so he’s more on his knees than his stomach. His hands rest on her belly for a second before they slide up to cup her breasts. She hums and rests her own hands on his.
“Merc,” she sighs. “I think I’m close. Please.”
If her shaking legs and knot in her stomach are any kind of indication then she’s close. Closer than she probably thinks she is.
Dawson pulls back and she whines at the loss of contact. He stands up next to the bed and completely undresses himself. She basically starts salivating at the sight of his cock springing free of it’s checkered confines. She gnaws on her bottom lip and can’t wait to get her mouth on his dick.
Tonight is not that night though. Dawson probably won’t let it happen because he’s so bent on making her feel good.
He reached into his bedside table drawer and pulls out a small silver package. She presses her lips into a tight line when she realizes that is going to be inside her.
Dawson crawls back onto the bed between her legs. He rips open the package with his teeth and slides its contents onto his dick. He lines his tip up with her entrance and she lets out a sigh.
“I’ve got you,” he promises. “You’re doing so well for me.”
His praise is one thing she never expected to turn her on. The more he praises her, the closer her orgasm gets. It’s new, but she likes hearing Dawson talk to her like that.
She lets her legs fall to the side and Dawson hovers over her. She pulls him down for a deep kiss. He pushes into her.
There a pinch of pain when he stretches her out before it turns into pleasure the further into her he pushes. She hums as he buries himself into her. “So big, Merc,” she tells him between kisses. “Might ruin me for anyone else.”
“Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world,” he replies. She smiles into the kiss that follows.
He allows her to adjust to his size for a second before he starts rolling his hips. She gasps as he feels his cock inside of her. Again, there’s slight pain for a second before it turns into pleasure.
The room is quickly filled with the creak of the bed and soft sounds that rise from her throat. She wraps her legs around his waist and he changes his angle to move even deeper into her.
“Fuck, Dawson!” she gasps. “Fucking me so good. God.”
Dawson smiles and quickens his pace.
She throws her head back and his lips leave hers to attach to her jaw. She wraps her arms around his neck to keep him close. One of his hands rests on her waist while he moves.
“So tight for me, pretty girl,” Dawson tells her. "Perfect little pussy. All for me."
"All for you, Merc," she pants. Her legs begin to shake as she does everything she can to keep herself from coming before she wants to.
Dawson slows his pace but continues to move deeply into her. He hits a sweet spot and she cries out his name.
"Come for me, pretty girl," Dawson pants. "Make a mess on my cock."
With his words, the knot in her stomach comes undone and a wave of pleasure overcomes her. She completely blacks out. Her vision whitens and Dawson's name falls from her lips. Dawson fucks her though what's probably the first proper orgasm she's ever had.
She's so out of it that she doesn't feel Dawson come into the condom he's wearing, pull out of her to dispose of it, go into the bathroom and come back out to clean them both up.
That experience was so much better than the last two. The first time she had sex in college was messy and painful. The second time was that night before she went to Dawson's. Third time really was the charm because she's never felt that good when having sex.
That's the Dawson Mercer experience.
Eventually, she finds the strength to move and Dawson laughs. "You okay?" he asks. "I lost you for a second there."
"You are ..." she trails off. "That was-- Dawson. Holy shit. No wonder women keep wanting to fuck you."
He grins, proud of himself. "I guess that means it was a much better experience than you've already had?" he asks.
"Much," she laughs. "I don't think I'll find anything better than that."
"Well, you're welcome to come back whenever you want," he tells her. "Honestly. It felt really good for me too so I wouldn't say no if you ever wanted to run it back."
"Yeah?"
Dawson hums as she curls up around him. She looks up at him and tries hard not to stare at his swollen lips, unsure if she can kiss him at this point.
Their moment is over, but she suspects that it won't be the only moment they share in the coming weeks or months. Maybe their whole relationship will change after tonight. Who knows?
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Just had an idea. Ghost Rider male reader x poly tf141 or ghost rider male reader x tf141/cod they would probably be better off in monster au. Though I'd prefer he's a power bottom/sub. Also long fics please, like series though feel free to use this for other things too. Please tag me if you use it I wanna read it
Edit one: I was thinking he could be a Merc or something and takes down corrupt squads or just corrupt politicians/rich people/etc in his free time. And maybe he's like really tall and stuff and wears a skull mask (like just a skull mask, not like ghost's) and looks like he'd be a top but is a bottom/sub (not required just a preference. Do what you wanna) and has a soft spot for animals and children. And he's the guy they send when crap really hits the fan cuz he's so destructive and angry when he fits. Like a quiet anger. And he's a total lone wolf, afraid he'll burn the wrong person and is really insecure about it. Omg please someone make this I'm dying
Edit two: I'd imagine he looks like this normally (art not mine at all. Probably found on Pinterest and I downloaded it. Credits to true artist if you find it, please tell me who it is lol)
I imagine he's like really quiet and soft when he's human but when he burst into flames (so like if imagine the flames are white or something) he's like a metalhead but still quiet, like roach quiet. And despite this he has all the power bro and he's huge under his clothes like he totally has man boobs and stuff. Also I feel like songs by SWARM match him perfectly or the song I'M A METALHEAD, BITCH by KILL KARL would match him too (great song, very fun to listen too and he Lowkey kinda goofy) but in a secret way, like he looks like he'd listen to classical or nirvana but his ghost rider thing makes him angry inside so he listens to metal. But I also feel like he'd be like in the umbrella academy where they, despite being serious and stuff, would just randomly start dancing to goofy music and he will straight up dance to a song like hey ya! By OutKast while he's cooking or making him some coffee like that'd be cute for the guys to stumble into. Also I feel like anytime he experiences anger or negative emotions he feels like really hot or he's always angry but he controls it unless he needs the destructive forces his anger would bring.
Now I'm being specific but it's okay. Feel free to use it or do whatever
Also I love contradictory characters

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Seven inch.
♡ Wade x Logan (Worst Wolverine)
Words count: 1k
Tags: Smut, dom!Wade, brat!Wade, frotting, praise kink, slight pet play(if you squint), blood swallowing/blood kink, choking, bondage. ♡
"LoLo! Look what I've found lost in my closet! Gosh, I missed wearing these. I mean, it's not really comfy, but it serves, am I right?" Wade practically catwalks to the living room where Logan was smoking a cigar. He parades, wearing his suit, his 7 inch heels, and a black leather miniskirt.
Logan just stares for a few seconds, eying the merc up and down. His expression remained unreadable, but Wade could feel his eyes burning his clothes off.
"So?"
"The fuck are ya wearing, bub?"
"It's my stripper outfit! I can do crazy things with a pole, if you know what I mean." He winks to a random empty spot, and Logan just decides to ignore it. "Do you like it?" Spinning around, his heels make a tip tap sound on the wooden floor of the apartment. The skirt is really fucking short and Logan kinda wishes Wade wasn't wearing the suit underneath it as his eyes wander through his body.
Taking a swig of his cigar, he places it on a nearby ashtray and slowly walks closer, hand moving to squeeze the merc's waist as he puffs the smoke on his masked face, who just tilts his head, unfazed. "You look slutty."
"Aw, just say you love it, peanut." Wade grins, feeling Logan's hand slowly creeping lower and lower against the fabric of his skirt. "Ah ah ah, hands off the merchandise, mister." He taps the hand away and suddenly pushes the mutant down on a chair, making him grunt as he lands on it.
"Tease." Logan's voice comes out low and deep with a small smirk, gasping when Wade suddenly places his heel between his legs.
"You know me, baby girl." Logan grunts when Wade presses his feet against his hardening bulge, and he can barely be annoyed enough to scold him for the ridiculous pet name. With a grin, Wade straddles him and places his hands above his head, their faces so close yet separated by his Deadpool mask. Logan could easily tear his hands away from his grip, but he just plays along the merc for a while. The view is nice, anyway.
Could be nicer.
Rolling his hips, Wade earns a groan from the mutant under him. Their clothed bulges grind together, and the sight of Wade's skirt outlining his erection along with his face tantalizing close without Logan actually being able to kiss him has him spiraling in lust.
"Take 'ur mask off."
"That'll cost you extra."
"Take it off."
With one hand still pining Logan's hands, Wade removes his mask, tossing it on the floor. Logan arches and leans closer, but Wade quickly pushes him back against the chair again.
"Eager, peanut?" Wade teases, leaning forward but dodging and kissing Logan's neck instead, nibbling at his throat.
"Wade..."
"So impatient..." Wade licks Logan's Adam's apple, smirking when he feels goosebumps rising all over him, his chest heaving as he pants. "It's cute."
Logan grunts and moves to pull his hands away from Wade's grip so he can touch him and take control, but Wade tightens his grip.
"Be obedient for me, honeybadger." He rolls his hips again for measure.
"Wade, seriously..."
"Oh, I'm serious."
"You know I'm stronger than you, right? I can free myself if I want to."
"Do you, though?" Wade bites strongly on Logan's throat, making him hiss as blood drips and the wound close quickly. "I don't think so. I think you like it. I think you love it when I boss you around, don't you?"
"No..." Logan's voice trembles, and Wade chuckles.
"Keep telling yourself that." Finally, Wade connects their lips together, tasting smoke as their tongues meet, and Logan practically melts. It quickly becomes more hungry and heated, and Logan can't help but bite the merc's lips strongly, tasting copper as they kiss, swallowing the scarlet fluid.
"Ooh, feisty. I like it." Wade kept rolling his hips, rutting both their clothed and leaking cocks together.
"Strip."
"You're demanding today, huh?"
"Isn't this supposed to be a stripper outfit? Strip."
"I don't think you've earned it yet, peanut." Logan let out breathless groans as Wade's incessant movements has him growing more needy. "Think I might make you cum like this so you learn to be more patient."
"You're a fuckin' brat." Logan grunts, dropping his head back, his breathing getting more and more heavy.
"How perceptive." Wade chuckles, feeling the constant twitching under Logan's pants.
"I swear to god.."
"Come on, puppy. You can do it. Don't you wanna be a good boy for me?"
"Stop- Stop talking to me like I'm a fuckin' dog." Logan's scowls between moans, the way his hips start rutting up to meet Wade's contradicting himself.
"Aw, but you are. You're my little pet." Wade's free hand explore under Logan's wife pleaser, leather covered fingers sliding up and up through hairy skin until they wrap arouns his neck and squeezes, a triumphant grin on his face as he watches the mutant's eyes roll back in pleasure. He can't die if he's completely out of breath, so Wade uses his full strength, and it only seems to spur Logan on. "Go on, baby. Let go for me."
Logan grunts with a mix of frustration and defeat, and his next moans are incoherent curses to the ceiling.
"That's it... Good boy." The praise makes Logan's head go blank, and his head drops back as his hips move along with Wade, desperately and without a rhythm until they just still, and he practically growls as the crotch of his pants grow a darker shade.
"So fucking good." Wade grins, pupils wide at the sight. He watches as Logan catches his breath, but it doesn't even take a minute until he frees his arms and adamantium claws shred through the red and black suit, sinking into the merc's shoulder next and using it as leverage to get him up off his lap and push him towards the room.
"Ouch! Come on, you brute, I'll have to sew another suit." Wade whines, gasping as he's tossed roughly on the bed, claws still digging deep into his shoulder and into the mattress, eying as Logan stands above him menacingly
"'m done being patient, bub." He claws his own belt off to remove his ruined pants and uses the leather to tie Wade's wrists together tightly. "Let's see how you like it."
After that, Wade has everything off except the heels.
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Hello! I’m so happy to see that your requests are open~
If it’s okay to ask, I’m currently experiencing serious overworking at one of my two jobs, and tbh TF2 x reader content has been my comfort through it.
Could you have either medic or scout (completely up to you) just being there for an overworked y/n that comes back from their job frustrated and tired?
Asking anonymously cuz I’m nervous lol
Medic x Overworked! Reader
A/N: Hello! Sorry for taking so long my dear, I haven't really been doing requests lately! I hope your jobs are going well, and you aren't still too overworked! I was very much in the mood to write some medic, and your request felt perfect- sorry if it's too short! ^^
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You sigh as you shut the door, tempted to sit down and fall asleep right then and there. You manage to drop your bags and completely forget about the kitchen entirely, going straight to your room. Most of the mercs were sitting in their game room playing poker or some card game. For once, Medic was there too. Usually, he's caught up with work or some surgeries, but he wanted to make sure he was there when you came back, expecting some kind of acknowledgment from his beloved.
He wasn't sad that you didn't even seem to notice him- no, he was sad at how exhausted you seemed, and it only became worse by the day. Your shoulders were stiff, back slumped, and those eyebags surely weren't any good. He swiftly made his way over to his lab, grabbing anything he needed and shed his gloves and lab coat, leaving him in his vest.
A soft knock on your door rang out, but there was no response. He carefuly opened it only to find you almost completely out, half stirring as the light from the hallway hit your eyes. He pushed a few things on your side table out of the way so he could place his things down. His brows knit even further together seeing how much of a mess your room was. This couldn't be good for your health. You were about to sit it, finally recognizing the person in front of you. Before you could, he gently caressed your cheek with his thumb and then checked your temperature on your forehead. While gently caressing your skin, he subtly checked your pulse too, then traced his thumb over your lips, checking your breathing. All your vitals were fine, maybe your heart was a bit fast- but you two have come to realize it's just because your heart always raced a bit in his presence.
The first time it happened and he noticed was during a routine checkup- it was cute, really. Right around the time you got together, he planted an absentminded kiss on your forehead right before checking your pulse, and you had to wait a few minutes before even bothering to try again. It didn't calm down all that much because your heart sped up every time you even thought about that kiss, but he managed to get a reading anyway.
Back to the situation at hand. He gently picked up your hand in his large one and began to ask you some questions. How much sleep you've been getting, how much and often you've been eating and drinking water. You knew not to lie as he'd see right through you, and you didn't want to make him unhappy. All of your answers were... not healthy ones, to say the least.
"Do you think you'd be able to eat a bit right now, or is food too tough?"
"My legs are too tired to-"
"Not what I asked, Liebe."
Ah.. was he gonna go get you something? What a sweetheart. You smiled and nodded, and he asked if he could leave just for a moment.
He found you once again resting with your eyes closed. This time you weren't almost knocked out, just waiting patiently for him. He brought you some fruit cut into cute little shapes- stars, hearts,- he really is adorable. He placed the plate on your lap before eyeing you up and down- you were still in your work outfit. While you ate, he walked over to where you kept your clothes. You gave him a questionning look before he pull out your most comfortable pijamas; some he gave you a while back.
Once you were done eating, leaving a few pieces, he helped you onto the ledge of the bed. He helped you take off your clothes with such gentleness, buttoning up your pijama top and letting you pull your cozy pants on. All of this was done purely out of affection and kindness and you felt nothing but safe and comfortable with him- nothing sexual whatsoever. He offered you a "warm" smile as he adjusted the collar of your top. (He's not that good at smiling but you've learned to love that small quirk. You knew what his intent was.)
He helped tuck you in and grabbed another leftover piece of fruit to bring to your lips after he did. Back to caressing your skin and gently tracing shapes all over your arms, collarbone, upper chest- it didn't take much to get you all sleepy, so it was definetly doing its job.
"Ich liebe dich, mein lieblingsengel."
You groggily answered him, just below a whisper;
"Ich liebe... dich auch..."
He melted at the sight before him. He adjusted your hair, pushing a few strands away from your forehead.
He never liked that you had a job on top of being a mercenary- being a merc was tough enough on the body and mental health as is. But that's why he's there.
To be your doctor,- to be the one to take care of you.
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#medic x reader#tf2 medic#medic#team fortress 2#team fortress 2 medic#tf2 medic x reader#tf2 fanfic#tf2 x reader#tf2 x you#medic x you#medic oneshot#team fortress#team fortress 2 medic x reader
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This is for future Anti-Cupid OCs. I'll reblog it when I get ideas for the others Mercs!
Severin (Anti-Cupid Medic)
He used to be a cupid, but his heart was shattered to the point he switched sides.
He represents the "Distrusting" part of a horrible breakup.
He does get a chance to fall in love with my Moot's Cupid OC ( @soldier-bee ).
And things will be better for him in the future!
Malory (Anti-Cupid Spy)
He was born as Anti-Cupid, and he is actually Raven Harpy.
He represents the sadness/depression of a breakup.
He is very well known to be the emotional one on the team.
He always brings a tissue to rub his nose because he is always sniffling, and he also has teary eyes.
I dressed him in Era Victorian clothing. Don't ask me why! When I was building him up in my head. I just imagine in those old clothes!
I am still working him up for his backstory.
Gut (Anti-Cupid Sniper)
They are Trans Non-Binary. They were born female, but when they grew up, they knew it wasn't the real them. After years in their 20s, they fully transition!
They also have vitiligo!
They were also a Bat-like cupid. But just like Severin, they also had a bad breakup.
Their breakup ended in a final fight, and their ex said it was Gut's fault that they always fought. And it was their fault they ended their relationship. Which caused them to have so much guilt.
The reason this hits so much harder for them is that when they were still in a relationship, their ex would always be tired, and they would tell them that they wanted to be left alone and later would say why they weren't paying attention to them. And each time, Gut would try to have a serious talk about their relationship. The ex would always blame them, making Gut think that they weren't doing good enough. This kept repeating until they broke up.
So, they represent the emotions of guilt after a bad breakup.
They also have long hair, and they are also a type of goth.
#tf2#tf2 medic#team fortress 2#medic tf2#tf2 medic oc#medic#tf2 spy#spy tf2#spy#tf2 spy oc#tf2 sniper#sniper tf2#sniper#tf2 sniper oc#tf2 ocs#tf2 au#anti cupid oc#cupid#cupid oc
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imagine being loved by me - mob au (headcanons)
mob au rafia and rarry. my growing collection of rafe ideas/aus needed some bi!rafe/mob!rafe. i love my lil guy, and he deserved his own post. i'm willing to write him at any age from 19-40 ish. Once their oldest girl leaves for college, I think they'll start rethinking their lives. I'm also willing to write cleo, barry, jj, etc. brain dump. not really proofed. will be added to as we go. MASTERLIST gradient: text color fader - sunset and divider: @bernardsbendystraws
mob!rafe headcanons:
mob!rafe is the brawn, definitely not the brains. he's not calculated. barry and sofia often have to rein him on any big ideas or vengeful plans he kicks into action. he's reckless, ruthless, impulsive, and overly confident. he is, however, very vigilant and observant (lowkey paranoid and wired on coke) reading every social cue or nervous tick, scanning every exit, noticing every tail.
mob!rafe HATES public transport. he'd rather sit in gridlock traffic in his own armoured car than feel the itchy, claustrophobic anxiety of a crowded subway or a stationary taxi. it's too exposed. too dangerous. you're a sitting duck.
sofia can read mob!rafe's mood based on his mode of transport. his pristine white Merc means he is peacocking and showy and wants to be noticed and seen and to drape her over his arm. his blacked out sedan with the driver means he's distracted. Either he's working or hungover and lazy. Either he wants to makeout in the back or he could be called away to Barry at any moment or both. Finally, his bike is her favourite. he's most himself when he can zip through gaps and cut down alleys and take her far out of the city away from the noise. He's completely anonymous, covered head to toe in gear. he blends. he moves and swerves in sync with the current of the city. he's invisible.
mob!rafe's biggest income streams are pushing drugs and rigging underground fights. sometimes he competes. sometimes he trains up others. everything goes into barry's coffers and their money guy divys it up accordingly.
mob!rafe is constantly at war with JJ, who just took over Luke's gang after his dad was killed. they HATE each other. i think JJ thinks he killed Luke (which he probably did at Barry's request after Luke ratted them out to Kie). to make matters worse, Sofia lives in Brooklyn, JJ's turf, and JJ never let's him forget it.
mob!rafe is all about excess. he's covered in tats and bracelets and rings and too many layers. his penthouse is full of soulless impulse purchases and art he bought while bored or high. It's Sofia and Barry that bring some warmth and personality and actual decor to the place.
mob!rafe is a snob and a hypocrite. he'll turn his nose up at bottom-shelf Jack Daniels but also have no issues killing his insides with cocaine. He doesn't understand how Barry can wear thousands of dollars worth of new threads and jewelry but drink shit beer. He'd much rather have the opposite. His clothes will end up smelling like sweat and blood and smoke anyway so why waste the money on something designer or expensive for himself? why care about silk or cotton or anything couture if you don't get the bragging rights of a designer label to go along with it? he cares more about status than quality.
mob!rafe is that classic trope of "the spoiled girlfriend" life. he will absolutely splurge on Sofia if she lets him. no cost too high. no gift too extravagant. if anything he has to convince her to let him splurge.
mob!rafe likes to pretend he's more experienced than he is until barry quickly realises he's the first man he's ever been with and sofia quickly realizes he's never had a serious relationship before and she's having to coach him through it.
mob!rafe doesn't quite realise that as he gets older he's slowly morphing into Ward. He moves out to Rumson in New Jersey with a mansion and a large estate and a dock and a boat. Barry has his own little sleepout when he's too drunk to drive home.
mob!rafe and sofia have one beautiful girl and four chaotic boys. while they might have waited before having a second child, they're so all over one another that who knows? maybe they had kids back to back to back without a breath in between.
sofia runs a tight ship, including keeping mob!rafe on a tight leash. he has to be home for dinner. he has to take the trash out. he has to make it to piano recitals and school plays. he's not allowed to talk business at the dinner table or have the weapons anywhere near the children. no amount of wealth or "business" with Barry will ever trump her desire for them be "a normal family".

#rafia#rarry#rafe x sofia#sofia x rafe#rafe x barry#barry x rafe#imagine being loved by me#sofia obx#mob au#mafia au#mob wife au#rafe cameron fanfic#rafe cameron#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron fanfiction#barry obx#mob rafe#mafia rafe#gang rafe#don rafe#criminal rafe#dark rafe#bi rafe#bisexual rafe
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i'm kinda curious now... what are some of the worst/most ooc takes on the tf2 characters that you've seen 👀👀
I covered this before kinda with my "what does Blu hate about TF2 fanon."
For Sniper. For the rest of the mercs.
To sum it up:
Fandom constantly calling Sniper a Kiwi despite him only being born in Aotearoa and his entire character arc in the comics being "the people who birthed me aren't my real family, the parents who kept and raised me are". The fandom is so fucking weird about immigrants and adoptees. Also people who headcanon him as Aboriginal: I hate you because none of you can even fucking research shit to get it right. If you're Aboriginal and do that you're cool though. Namarnedjare ngudman <3
Twinkified Sniper. He's a sniper and uses a bow, he's going to have strong arms and stronger shoulders, and the comics depict him as lean.
Saying Sniper would smell. None of the fandom understands how important a lack of scent is during hunting, and Sniper is a hunter. Similarly, people headcanoning him as smoking cannabis for this reason. He does shrooms. If he's indulging in some THC that man is eating edibles so the smell doesn't stick to his clothes and skin and hair when he has to hunt.
Sniper being shy. The fandom doesn't understand how dog-eat-dog underground work is. This man would not survive long enough to become a world-renowned assassin if he was shy; also being shy would go completely against his professionalism mantra. He'd do whatever was necessary to get his kill.
Sniper being bothered by the cold. No one in the fandom understands how cold the outback gets during winter. He'd be absolutely fine. Additionally bushmen have to be highly adaptable to survive.
People making Medic evil despite canon pointing to him caring deeply for his team. At most he's chaotic neutral, and his only moment of "manipulation" is when he tricks the literal Devil, which I'm wagering is more than acceptable considering it's literally the Devil. Medic is not your sadistic manipulative monster archetype.
"Demo is abusive/lazy because he's an alcoholic" while ignoring him holding down 3 jobs while being an alcoholic, while ignoring him caring for his mum while being an alcoholic. Just say you hate addicts and go.
Intersex NB Pyro. I've been over it before. As an intersex man, I hate this fucking headcanon so goddamn much.
Infantilising Pyro despite Pyro literally being the CEO of a construction company and bringing in record profits for that quarter. And also being a mercenary PYRO LITERALLY KILLS PEOPLE JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM.
People ignoring Medic's likely bisexuality in favour of promoting him as a gay man. I don't mean people saying that Medic was never married to start with and that Demo was talking out his arse, I mean people saying Medic's wife was his beard. The bi erasure is real. People treat bisexuality as a "less pure" variant of gay.
Bigoted Engie.
Communist Heavy (his father was literally murdered by the USSR and his family thrown into a gulag in Siberia because he was a counter-revolutionary).
Evil/arsehole Spy. Also people who take Spy too seriously. This bloke cracks "your mum" jokes and snorts when he laughs. Come on. Spy might take himself seriously but that man is not as serious as he thinks he is.
Bigoted Soldier.
People using the time period as an excuse to be a bigot so they can scream about how bad it is to be a bigot. You're still promoting bigotry. This wouldn't be an issue if racism wasn't a centre/scene in practically every fucking Demo fic. I'm kinda tired of seeing marginalised people be brutalised by a fandom so the fandom can virtue-signal about how bad it is to brutalise marginalised people. Can the characters please have some happiness? Or at least some angst that isn't a constant slew of queerphobia/racism/etc?
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There are two major questions regarding taking Rakha through Rivington. The first is what order to do things; based on my previous banter posts, the group's immediate top priority is seeing what's going on with the refugees.
The second, more important question is how I convince her to visit the circus, which I don't have an answer for yet. :P I think it will probably have something to do with Wyll saying he liked Dribbles when he was a kid. But we'll worry about that later.
For now, we'll start off with the refugees, because Wyll and Minthara have both, for different reasons, expressed concern about them not being let into the city. (And Lae'zel approved of them helping Yenna, and realistically Jaheira must have expressed approval for all of this too even though the game didn't have her do so.) All of which is good reason for Rakha to consider it a priority, given how often she follows their examples.
Upon walking into Rivington proper, she's presented with an immediate first chance to get involved in the refugee crisis, as represented by a merchant in fine clothes arguing with a man who looks like he hasn't slept or had a bath in a week.
"The place was empty!" the man yelps defensively as Rakha approaches. "Keep those thugs away from my family!"
"Zenovia!" the merchant wails petulantly. "Get these squatters out of my house - now."
The woman at his side - Zenovia - is dressed in fairly well-kept armor and has a sword on her back; Rakha's attention immediately homes in on her, disregarding the two men in favor of this woman as the only threat in the immediate vicinity.
"Arfur, sweetheart," the woman says, with a slow, nasty smile, "you paid me and my boys to be caravan guards, not cattle wranglers. If you want us to get our hands dirty, it'd be our pleasure - but that'll be extra."
She has a casual unpleasantness about her that strikes Rakha as familiar but takes her a moment to place, until she remembers Aradin, the mercenary at the Grove who abandoned Halsin to the goblin camp. The one who called Rakha half-breed.
This woman is like him, then. Another merc, then. Rakha, as a result, dislikes her immediately.
"What's going on?"(*) she asks curtly.
"I just want to remove these unlawful interlopers from my property!" the merchant - Arfur - says stridently. He seems mildly unnerved by the strange shadow-touched half-orc staring him down, but not enough to undermine his concern for his material goods.
(A/N: Literally none of the available responses here are particularly Rakha-ish, but the Dark Urge-specific one is funny, so we'll go with that.)
Rakha looks at him with an air of mild perplexity and cocks her head slowly to one side like a dog solving a puzzle. "None of this would have happened," she says, serious as a funeral, "if you had a butler manning the house."
No one seems to know what to say to this - except Wyll, who (as the only one who heard Rakha's full, chaotic explanation of Sceleritas the night she almost lost control) is able to clock this as the rare instance of Rakha (deeply unsure of what to do) making a joke. He chuckles low in his throat, and sees her mouth tug up almost imperceptibly in satisfaction.
Arfur, meanwhile, just has no idea what she's talking about. He stares at her for a long moment, then presses on as if she hadn't said anything.
"Look - I have some very valuable components in there," he whines. "I need to get that lot out before they damage something."
Rakha doesn't deeply care about this man or his house. She doesn't really care instinctively about the refugees either, but she knows Wyll does. And she doesn't like his merc companion. By all this logic, she already was sided against Arfur. But she isn't sure of the correct way out of this situation.
Certainly not what the beast in her head wants, which is to kill the lot of them and take the house for herself.
"Mind if I take a look?" she asks tightly. Perhaps she can retrieve the "components" Arfur mentions and get him to go away.
If she expected a good response, she doesn't get it. Arfur straightens up indignantly and wails, "Who do you think you are?! Zenovia - people are lining up to break into my property! Do something about it!"
The mercenary's lips curl again in that nasty grin. "You paid us to protect you and your high-quality merchandise on the road," she drawls. "And we've since arrived at our destination. As I said, anything else is extra."
Arfur scowls, patting his pockets and pulling out a handful of gold. "Ugh," he mutters. "This is the last time I hire someone from the Guild. Fine. Here's the extra. Finish. The. Job." He turns and stares at Rakha balefully. "Now please show this meddler some of that famous Rivington hospitality."
Rakha is still in the process of determining what this means when an arrow goes whistling past her ear and lodges in the wood wall behind her. Immediately her vision goes white and fire flares around her hands as the urge into violence, thus pushed, takes over everything else.
It never ends, she manages to think bitterly. As before, so now. Even when I try to follow a better path. The beast still ends up with what it wants in the end.
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(*) Full line in game: "Calm down and tell me what's going on." Adjusted to be more Rakha-ish.
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more about “the doll”
ooc: hey!! there’s some more important info abt lucy that i wanted to share + some not as serious lucy fun facts. this is kind of lengthy so everything is under the cut 💜
personality / misc hcs
she hates that she has to be addressed by her callsign. she wasn’t called her actual name for years—she was only addressed as Subject Number 27 in the lab—she wants to be just lucy again.
lucy calls her brother “jem” a lot because when she was first learning to talk she had trouble saying “jeremy” so she said “jemmy” instead.
she and scout butt heads a lot because of how ideologically different they are, but they love each other dearly. they both are very protective over the other.
she shows her affection through acts of service. she’s very bad with her words.
lucy loves loves LOVES tea and sweet foods and drinks.
besides her work uniforms, she doesnt really have any clothes of her own. she has a couple of dresses (all gunne sax) gifted to her by spy for her 16th birthday.
the work/combat boots she wears are horrifically beat up. they’re worn out because they’re all she wears. she has another pair of shoes and mary-janes as part of her uniform, but these shoes in particular are cherished by her because they were the first piece of clothing she was given after being rescued from the lab.
because she didn’t grow up in boston for too long, lucy doesn’t really have a bostonian accent, but when she says certain words, it kind of slips out.
lucy has a slight gap in her front teeth. her teeth didn’t grow in properly. she was playing baseball with her brothers when she was four, and a stray pitch knocked one of her baby teeth out and the other lodged into her gums.
as part of her training for her “psychic abilities” she had to learn how to do multiple complex actions or tasks at once. this is the reason why she knows how to play multiple instruments (piano, fiddle, some woodwinds), why she’s very skilled in ballet, why she’s a skilled singer.
lucy was told that fighting is a lot like dancing. she really internalized it. she moves very gracefully and fluidly the field—however, normally she moves very stiff and awkwardly.
lucy was taught different languages in the lab as part of her “educational enrichment.” she’s best with french and struggles a little with german. she tries to teach herself russian (mainly for heavy)
lucy is mixed. in my hc, her ma is filipino.
she is not comfortable in her own body. she feels like she’s somewhere in between being a girl and being a boy but she doesn’t know how to express that properly.
lucy is ace.
lab related
lucy is incredibly pale due to being stuck in that dark lab for a decade. dark circles under her eyes are more visible because of this.
she has high pain tolerance due to training procedures in the lab. they needed to make sure she could still use her abilities even when her body was under high stress or running on incredibly low amounts of sleep or being dehydrated or dangerously hungry. many of her natural body “cues” are not normal. the mercs need to keep her in check because of this.
lucy has a really weird relationship with food because of the lab. even though she hated what they forced her to eat, those foods still bring her comfort.
she had to mature way too fast and way too soon. she felt she had to “kill” the child that she was in order to survive in the lab. but that child never truly “died” so lucy is in a really bad balance of being fiercely independent or concerningly codependent.
she has bad dreams nightly. her nightmares involve her being found by the AiHB and them killing or torturing the people she loves. or it’s her death in the lab. someone else being experimented on and she can only stand there and watch. her being unable to save someone because she can’t overpower their attacker. she would calm herself down by going to find scout or sniper or spy to make sure that they were there and safe and well.
lucy had to keep a journal in the lab. there were drawings and written entries in it. scout took the journal, then spy stole it from him and he keeps it with him after that. they both wanted insight on her mental state. scout never learns spy stole it from him—he just thought he lost it. lucy does not know that this happened.
lucy becomes very paranoid over her privacy. of people listening to her conversations in secret, hidden cameras.
she becomes especially sensitive to the mistreatment of animals.
she has oddly specific fears and all of these are because of the lab—she’s afraid of black vans, she’s afraid of dotted fabrics. the sound of EKG machines.
she was terrified of men in white coats, so she was terrified of medic. she wouldn’t talk to him, she couldn’t be in the same room as him. he mistook her genuine fear of him as her trying to intimidate him. after that, he actively makes sure to assure her he is nothing like the men in the lab.
addressing the RED and BLU lucy of it all
so when i was first making lucy’s character, i had the comics in mind more than i did the game. there are implications in the comics that are different from the games. the most important one to lucy is the whole “spy is a deadbeat” thing
because in the games its heavily implied (but. basically canon.) that the father of RED scout is BLU spy. the father of BLU scout is RED spy.
but in the comics, RED is kind of written as if they are the only team. making RED spy the father of RED scout.
so for me i have been treating comics lore lucy differently than game lore lucy. she has the same story no matter what—she will always be scout’s little sister and second child of the spy, but the exact semantics of her differs.
because i realized kind of quickly that both a RED and BLU existing in the same space at the same time would be a little problematic logistically. because both lucys work as assistants to the administrator who is authorized to go down to the respective RED/BLU base that her brother works for. but i feel like both teams would definitely realize “wait, if she works for the administrator…then she…”
so there IS. a RED and BLU lucy, however they do not/cannot in the same timeline. they’re in parallel timelines to each other.
because this is something that is interesting to me, both lucys have knowledge of the other but they don’t realize that.
they both think that the blips they see or things they hear are not related to an “alternate timeline.” they both simply think that they’re experiencing side effects from their meds or their psychic abilities.
how did this happen? a procedure performed in the lab went horrifically wrong. lucy’s abilities at this point are wildly out of control. she unintentionally caused a power surge and lucy almost died due to the machines she was hooked up to.
this event happened at the same time across the main RED lucy and BLU lucy timelines. there’s more about this but it gets kind of even more confusing but. anyways does this at all make logical sense? probably not! is this at all necessary? absolutely not but im keeping it in bc i think its cool lol
RED lucy and BLU lucy
RED lucy prefers to act as support, usually acting as the team’s second sniper or giving medical aid to anyone she sees in base. RED lucy is a lot more defensive than offensive. she uses her abilities more for self-defense or disorienting the enemy to allow someone to get out of a dangerous situation. she avoids the frontlines she’s more afraid of getting killed on the field or getting captured because she knows she’s easy pickings to the other team.
BLU lucy would be found on the frontlines near her brother. she feels much “safer” there, because she thinks it would be easier to kill or capture her if she’s alone. she uses her abilities to cause major distractions to lead the enemy into surprise attacks.
RED and BLU lucy both consider sniper to be one of their closest friends. they both consider pauling to be a sister figure.
i really like how a lot of people portray BLU as being more serious than RED. so that means BLU lucy is a much sunnier person. she processes her trauma in the lab differently—she cracks more jokes and laughs more easily about it. her viewing it as a fucked up joke is how she ignores/suppresses her trauma.
they both are left handed.
okay this was a fucking lot lmao if you have any questions i will gladly answer them. thank you for reading or getting this far 💜
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A stranger in my house?!
"Johnny?", Vince's ears perked up, there was an usual, strange sound coming from somewhere... "Hmm?", the rockerbopy stopped his guitar play for a second, looking over to his husband. There. Clearly. Some rumbling noise? Vince really couldnt put his finger on it what it was. "Something is off." He was full on Merc mode, carefully scanning his surroundings trying to find out what was bugging him so badly. "What do you mean Vin?" "I dont know. There is... something. I could swear I heard a strange noise from upstairs." Johnny sighed, placing his guitar down and following up his husband upstairs. Vince looked around, followed the noise closely, until they reached their walk in closet. He opened the door and both of them looked inside puzzled. A man was laying between their clothes on the floor, cuddling with some Kerry shirt from Vince, peacefully snoring. "What the hell." Johnny spurted out first "Shoot him for fucks sake." "Nonono look at him!" "Vin, please. He's a hobo, a burglar, some dirty street rat.", Johnny looked down at the intruder, his gaze turning more angry. "Nah, come on. Some nobody wouldnt get past my security, and you knew that. Bet he is a Merc, or netrunner or anything." Vince knelt down and took a closer look at the stranger, a smile on his lips "Besides he have taste, look at his hair." "You cannot be serious! He breached your security and sleep on your stuff... and what? You wanna keep him?!", Johnny started pacing around angrily through the bedroom next to the closet. "Yeah. Comee on, it isnt the first homeless Merc I picked up and helped back on track." "Vin-" "No, hear me out, if he makes trouble, I am sure I can handle him. Look at how small he is!" "Fine. But if he do one wrong thing, its over."
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There it is, nasty new roomate story xD @wingedhorrors Another chapter of Quen does silly VP
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Sniper smut alphabet <3 if not the whole thing- any letters of your choosing
I LOVE writing headcannons so I HAD to do this
MINORS DNI
Sniper nsfw alphabet
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He’s a pretty quiet guy so he’ll clean up and just want to lay there with you or even go out and lay on the ground or roof of his camper and look at he stars
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His hands. They are good at shooting and killing but most importantly making you cum. For his partner he would like their mouth. The way they kiss him and make him feel like he has butterflies in his stomach makes him go crazy. And what that mouth can do 😏
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He likes to cum inside you and see it leak out of your hole but also likes to cum on your back
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He wants to fuck under the stars in the woods (he’s a simple man with simple tastes)
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
None, this man is an introvert so he’s never really dated anyone. Also due to his job
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary and doggy he likes to see your face but with your eyes closed. Eye contact can get him flustered real easy
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Nope.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they?)
He’s trims once in awhile but not too often so he has some hair
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
VERY intimate unless he hasn’t done it in awhile and he spent up then he’ll just fuck your brains out
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
No really unless he’s pent up
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Hair pulling (pulling your hair), a little knife play but not to hurt you but to threat sometimes, and bondage (goes either way)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His camper, outside, his fort, etc.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
When you wear his hat,or glasses or when you touch him in a certain way
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Hurting you. He loves you so he wouldn’t hurt you unless you really wanted it
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He prefers to receive and he’s pretty good with his mouth a solid 7/10
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on his mood sometimes he wants to go slow and sensual but if he’s pent up he will FUCK your brains out
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not often unless he just needs a little quick relaxation
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Doing it kinda in public (in his fort while the other mercs practice)
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can go a solid 3 rounds
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn’t own any but if you do he wouldn’t mind using them
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s not much of a tease unless he needs to be (like a punishment)
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s 6/10 he’s not too loud but he grunts
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He loves clothes on sex
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s a nice 6 inch skinny but not too skinny and curves up a little
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
About a 6/10 which isn’t bad but isn’t too much
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
About 5 minutes after he’s cleaned up everything and he knows you’re ok
I hope you liked this!
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PIGMENTPOOL VERSION!!! ❤️💙❤️💙

🫧Pigment worries for the merc even when she doesn’t technically have to. She’s aware of his healing factor (the poor lady has seen him just blow up and then reappear a few moments later too many times) but she can’t help but still think of his health. Just because you can heal wounds doesn’t mean you can’t get a fever. And HEY Deadpool doesn’t mind the attention as he coughs his lungs out XDD
For the other way around IT WOULD BE THE USUAL SMOTHERING BUT TO THE MAX. BLANKETS!! SOUP!! STUFFED ANIMAL FORT!! Doctor Deadpool says you stay put for the night little lady, so you better get some shut eye. Pigment doesn’t mind the attention either LMAO
🌙In the game (X box Deadpool game) Deadpool says basically every name under the sun, but “babe” and “baby” are ones he seems to use pretty frequently! For Pigment she’s a “hunny” and “sweetie” user (FOR FUN THEY ALSO CALL EACHOTHER HUBBY AND WIFEY)
🍄🟫Wade just- he makes me laugh without even him trying to XDD his antics are so enjoyable
BUT! Also his moments of being vulnerable are really special. Sometimes the big guy just needs to be held and I’m willing to give him that 🙌
For the other way, I’m told a lot that my optimism and empathy is very admirable. That goes to Pigment too! Even if she hasn’t been in a specific situation as someone else or no where near, she will give the best comfort she is able to and would never dream of talking about others secrets or fears. I think after the initial ‘honeymoon phase’ of their relationship Pigment would express how serious she is, and committed to keeping Wade happy and being happy with him she is (SNIFF OH NOTHING JUST SOMETHING IN HIS EYE SNIFF)
⭐️This is SO fucking specfic but like gasoline, like from a mechanical garage from a mechanic in his jumpsuit with a mini fridge full of root beer.
OR that rlly good smelling blue men’s deodorant yk the one, NOT THE BAD ONE. THE GOOD ONE. 😔🙌🙌
🕯️Pigment is 5’2…. Deadpool is 6’1…. HES NOT FITTING IN ANY OF HER CLOTHES AHAHGAHA (his tiddies are too big too smh) so Pigment’s shirts that are oversized for her and pj shirts would fit the merc like normal XDD
But HIS CLOTHES?? Hers! ALL HERS!!
💌Again referring to the X box game, Wade is actually a pretty good artist when he tries! It may be in bright red crayon.. but it’s not bad! So maybe after a gig that’s got his half slashed to bits and currently healing. He’d doodle lil tiny things of himself and Pigment on a napkin with hello Kitty sparkles and hearts 💕✨💕✨
Deadpool is a romantic at heart… and Pigment is his hopeless romantic girl! So any lovey dovey sticky notes they leave for eachother in anyway are always appreciated x33
THANKS FOR READING!!!!!!

☁️soft f/o ask game☁️
hello! this is my first time ever making an ask game/any sort of public content for the self ship community. this is pretty self indulgent! my only request is for proship to not interact! other than that, i hope you guys have fun with it (˶◜ᵕ◝˶)
also, this ask game is platonic/familial friendly! it is not limited to just romantic f/os! ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
🫧 how does your f/o take care of you when you're sick? how do you take care of your f/o when they're sick?
🌙 what are some pet names/nicknames your f/o calls you, if they have any? do you have any for them? if so, what are they?
🍄🟫 does your f/o have any little quirks or habits that you find endearing? do you have any quirks or habits your f/o finds endearing?
🧸 has your f/o given you any gifts? if so, what's your favorite? have you given your f/o any gifts? do they have a favorite?
🎀 what hobbies or activities do you enjoy doing with your f/o?
🤎 do you have any tender, domestic, and/or soft moments you've experienced with your f/o that mean a lot to you?
⭐️ do any smells remind you of your f/o? (e.g. lavender, clean laundry, strawberries, etc.) what about sounds? (e.g. ocean waves, laughter, rain, etc.)
🌸 if your f/o was a flower, what would they be? if you don't think a flower fits them, feel free to expand to plants or trees!
☕️ what is your favorite physical feature about your f/o? what's their favorite physical feature about you?
🕯️ do you wear your f/o's clothes? do they wear yours? what's your favorite piece of clothing to steal from them? what's their favorite piece of clothing to steal from you?
🧺 with an image, show which jellycat your f/o would be, or which jellycat would represent your f/o! (if you don't know what a jellycat is, they're a popular brand of plushies!)
💌 if your f/o wrote you a letter, what would their writing style be like? what is their handwriting like? would they use fancy stationary? maybe normal notebook paper? what about a wax seal? (if your f/o has already written you a letter (or letters!), describe what the letter was like!)
#pigmenthero#self insert#deadpool game#deadpool#self shipping#nolan north deadpool#pigmentpool#LOVE HIMMMM
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Character Creation Challenge 2024 - Day 7
Tales from the Floating Vagabond (2e)
Blackpool – The Merc with a Simply Divine Singing Voice
Human Blackpool came from a world where dressing up in tight-fitting full-body suits was a perfectly normal thing to do. Now he’s here, his main ambition is to enter (and win) the Astrovision Song Contest.
STR 4, NIMB 5, AIM 1, SMRT 2, COOL 5, CS 1, LUCK 1, CHS 1 Oops! Points: 15 Damage Bonus: +1 Speed: 7
Skills: Sing +4 (9), Swing Nasty Pointy Thing (Sword) +4 (9), Dirty Fighting +2 (5), Make Wiseass Remark +1 (6), Acrobatics +1 (6), Belching for Effect +1 (5)
Cheese: Fast Healing (Hideous Appearance)
Schtick: The Rogers & Hammerstein Effect
Speedy, continued
Speedy was in the middle of Something Quite Serious when he got zapped to this place and he’s Just Not Feeling It. After what feels like countless adventures with Blackpool, he’s grown increasingly resentful of all the times he’s involuntarily joined in on his incessant song and dance-acts. This is what his stats look like now:
Speedy Maledict
Master of Space
Muscle 51, Speed 88, Stamina 49, Mental 74, Luck 16, Total 278 Damage 6, Init 9, Heal 5, Power 8, Luck Roll 7, Force 28
Physical 63 (16x3) Life Points 62
Skills: Pilot-5, Mechanic-1, Street Criminal-3, Unarmed-1, Rapier-3, Theatrical-2, Wilderness-2, Gamma Raygun-2, Futuristic-3, Magical-3, Stage Magician-1, Laser-2
Powers: Magneto-2
Rapier, Gamma Raygun, Backpack, Mechanic’s tools, Lockpicking tools, 4 power cells, Ballistic Cloth Bodysuit, Laser Pistol, Keytar
Speedy has learned to use a Laser now. During the chorus of Wellington in the Astrovision final, he suddenly finds himself transported back to the Perilous Lands where he encounters Fela again along with her new adventuring companion but something seems changed … as if the GM has switched the campaign over to a different rules system!
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The Penn Comics
I should probably transfer over my Penn comics to this Tumblr account. Who is Penn? Well, it all started with violent, pistol-wielding thug who said some weird dialogue that came t' me one day.
Then it evolved into an' occasional segment with a more realised violent, pistol-wielding thug who smoked and had delusions of greatness that he certainly didn't have who was part of a larger cast.
There's a fair bit to this story, 25 works total, so hit that 'read more' if y'am interested. Otherwise don't because you'll be scrollin' a while, I'm gonna be writing for a while... bloody Hell, its sinking in.
This is 'A Pack of Pens from the Pound Shop', it was written on the 27th of March, 2022. At this point Penn didn't have a name and I wasn't intending on ever bringing him back.
That changed on the 9th of September that year, when I created the second ever Penn work, called 'This Person Again' (at the time I hadn't decided Penn was a man).
This started a minor interest in Penn from me. So much so I drew the next Penn image on the 12th of that same month and named Penn as 'Penn' in this time. A crossover image between Penn and my at the time ongoing (now on indefinite hiatus) comic Treasure of Microchips character Gecko Onslaughter, called 'Onslaughter and Penn'.
Now, Gecko Onslaughter is a far more competent character than Penn, I won't get into them, but I made it quite clear that Penn was very outmatched (as a sidenote, Gecko Onslaughter could be described as 'non-binary', but its their culture, and all ToM characters cultures, more don't have a gender-binary culturally... no, I didn't know I was non-binary when I started Treasure of Microchips, no I'm not very smart).
2 days later on the 14th I gave Penn his second ever comic 'Penn's Negotiation Tactic'. Which demonstrated the direction I was goin' with the character
That is to say, he's a joke. An overconfident fool who thinks throwing pens at people makes him seem serious and respectable. Becca's last line is the perfect summing up of the absurdity.
Penn drawings continued but for some reason I only uploaded the next 3 images on me DeviantArt on the 9th of December, 2022.
Luckily, I know when my drawings actually were drawn. The next 'un would go back to the location of Penn's second image: Penn's Place and was drawn on the 26th of October.
Notably in this image you can see a pack of cigarettes (and a loose cigarette). This image, literally called 'Penn Smoking' drawn on the 30th of October 2022 would do what it says in the title.
Why did I make Penn a smoker? Well, Penn smoking cigarettes contrasted him nicely with Gecko again, who is also depicted smoking, but they smoke cigars. Also since Penn is always smugly smiling, so I thought it'd be funny to draw him trying to maintain his massive grin while smoking. This was also about when I decided 'Norm' was a name of Penn's. Is his full name Norm Penn? I've never actually decided.
But now things get interesting, on the 9th of December (the same day I uploaded the other 2 images to DeviantArt) I 'ad a funny idea. Penn is an incompetent fool who thinks he's a dangerous and tough mercenary. So, what if he thinks he's a rival of a real dangerous merc? That's when I drew 'Penn's 'Rival''.
Penn's 'Rival', Cox, was designed in contrast to Penn: ae wears a suit rather than casual clothes, ae's bald rather than having a baldspot (and is stated to shave aer head), ae maintains a 5 o'clock shadow while Penn has no facial hair and aer skin is a teal shade in contrast to Penn's red with green hair. However, we'll get into the biggest difference between the two soon enough.
Cox is also, as you may've noticed, an ae/aer user, that's nothing t' do with Penn, and is incidental to the character, really, but I think that adds to Cox's coolness.
I moved back to Penn exclusively for the next joke, Penn at a Shooting Range on the 3rd of January, 2023.
I love to imagine the delivery of the 'Sir?' there... also is it obvious I've never even seen a shootin' range? Probably.
On the 25th I drew a full-body image of Cox creatively called Cox Image. My January self said this in the description of this image
'Penn thinks that he is Cox's biggest enemy, but Cox would say aer biggest enemy is aer desire to always look aer best. The shaved head, meticulously maintained stubble and insistence on businesswear means Cox spends more time in front of a mirror everyday than ae would admit to most. When aer style looks effortless, that's when Cox is satisfied. Still, as eccentricities go Cox's actually ends up making aerself look more serious and competent, unlike Penn's which makes him look a bit weird. Cox would never use a prop in an attempt to convince a client of aer worth. Cox's reputation speaks for Cox.'
See, Cox and Penn are both into presentation. Penn's presentations are more literal, theatrical use of pens in a strange gimmick. While Cox's presentation is appearance-based and ae have skills to back up aer look.
Then on the 8th of March I decided to go into Penn's backstory in the image 'Norm', well, more specifically in Norm's description.
'Norm was an accountant who was arrested as he had defrauded his clients in a very obvious and stupid way. He was put in a low security prison, of course, but Norm started feeling... powerful after his arrest. His feelings of power and his ego grew and grew in prison. By the time he was released Penn had started feeling invincible... and he's been working under that feeling ever since.'
What can I say, I wanted to add some depth to Penn. I certainly didn't add anything new on the 31st of March, 2023. When I drew 'Penn is about to Fire'
I pointed out in the description that Penn wasn't aiming that gun even slightly.
It was only a matter of time before I drew or write a story where Penn actually managed to kill someone. He's funny, but he also is still alive, so of course sometimes he's gotta stumble into victories. A very literal title was created on the 3rd of April, called 'A Written Penn Scene with two Visuals'.
'Gunter could hardly believe this man standing in front of him. The man had walked into his office and loudly declared a murderous intent, pulling a gun from his trousers "You seriously think you can shoot me in my own office and get away with it? I don't know how you got past security, but you clearly know I am a connected and powerful man. Do you honestly think you can shoot me right now and escape this office alive?" "Yes." "You are the most imbecilic—" Gunther couldn't finish his thought before the man fired and... hit his computer. The man fired again, this time it hit to Gunther's left "Seriously?" Gunther thought in disbelief "This man can't even shoot straight at this range how did he think he can—" the thought was ended by the fourth shot, a bullet to his brain. Penn put his gun back into his holster and turned to leave another job well done. On his way to the stairs he thought "Typical inflated ego. No actual sense of self-preservation to earn it."'
(its still a joke because Penn is saying the last line)
Of course, Penn's compitence can't be too great. Which is why I created Trigger Discipline is Important when Posing on the 9th of May.
Description from the time: 'If Bradley-Anna had opened the door I'm sure they'd have found Penn's pose very cool before Penn shot them. As it is, Penn stood there for at least four hours after this and Bradley-Anna fled the country.' yeah, Bradley-Anna is non-binary. It's a stable of me works because since no binary artists add us, I might as well.
I then got the idea of giving Cox an interesting tattoo on aer back. So on the 11th of May I drew 'Cox's Back'.
This also shows that Cox's name is W. Cox.
On the 16th of July, 2023 I had a hilarious thought: What if Penn met a less competent and more obnoxious person than himself? In a comic that's so big I needa divide it for Tumblr. It's the longest Penn Comic I've ever made so far.
This is called 'Penn meets Unicorn Browne' (and Mx Marko is another fine example of me many non-binary characters in this comic).
Original description also said 'The text that's blurred together reads: Unicorn "The greatest of all time, the new Goddess of mercenary work! Unicoooorn" Penn "I am the most expensive of all pens! You should go back to the pound shop!" And in the text under Marko's shouting Unicorn is going 'Broooooooo'[wne] and Penn is saying 'This pen is you: cheap!'.'
I fuckin' love Unicorn Browne, lemme upload me 19th of July image 'Cox, Penn and Unicorn Browne' an' then explain why.
See, Cox is a contrast to Penn in that Cox is more competent, capable and aer 'gimmick' is that ae wants to look competent and capable. Unicoooorn BROOOOOWNE! (sorry) She dresses a lot like Penn, she smiles like Penn, but she's even more overconfident than Penn. If his ego is Jupiter, he's is the Sun.
Design-wise she's also got the inverse skin and hair to Penn and she also is ever-smiling, but it's an open smile, all the better to yell her own name. Which is her gimmick, an even less fancy, even sillier gimmick than Penn's props. She contrasts Penn, but also Cox in many ways.
On the 30th of July I made this more explicit with these 'Unicorn Browne Drawings'. Showing that she, like Cox, has tattoos, but her's are knuckle tats that read 'UNICOORN BROOOWNE' rather than an elaborate back tattoo with a somewhat cool slogan.
On the 9th of August I had a weird idea called Penn's Invite, another long comic.
Penn's sister. No, I haven't developed this idea further. I maybe one day.
I really like Unicorn Browne, I like them all, but Unicorn Browne is such a strong gimmick I made a Unicorn Browne exclusive on the 12th of September, 2023.
This is called 'That's why she uses a Pool Cue' and the description says 'I think Council's face manages to say it all.' while its not as explicit as Mx Marko, Council is also a non-binary character.
Next few images'll be very quick. I've been writing for over an hour.
This is 'Cox Paint Drawing', drawn on the 13th of September, there's not much to say on it. I wanted t' draw Cox in Paint. Ae looks good no matter the program, I think. Hahahaa.
On the 16th of September I drew a non-Paint Cox drawing called 'Cox's Morning', Showing Cox after ae has finnished aer 5 o'clock shadow maintinence. Look at aer happy face.
Simplistic Penn character drawings on the 3rd of October is another Paint drawing. I wanted t' see if the three looked the part without the colours because I felt a tad self-conscious about me face-design that day.

9th of October, Penn in Pen. The creepiness of Penn's design shines through in pen, I think. He's funny, but since the original image he's meant to have a bit of an edge.
Now on the 20th of October is 'Unicorn Browne Thumbs Up'. Drawn because I wanted to do somethin' with her knuckle tats. I'm not entirely happy with this image. I also considered instead having her flipping you off.
And we am at the latest Penn Comic image. Which, ironically, has neither Penn, Cox or Unicorn Browne. On the 21st of October I drew 'Penn Comic Bosses (so far)': Becca, Mx Marko and Council.
I pointed out in the description that funnily none of these 'Bosses' are confirmed to have ever hired a main character.
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Gordon Bennett, that was a lot, wasn't it? I'm rather tired after that, but, yeah, that's the 'Penn Comics' universe so far. Hope ya enjoyed it. I'm tired after this compiling, but I enjoyed writing it. At some point there will be more Penn Comics, but, luckily, that time I'll be puttin' 'em 'ere separately.
#noelbobby#art#digital art#penn#penn comics#y'know what#I'll tag this#non-binary#and#ae/aer#since Cox is a major Penn character and uses ae/aer#and so many Penn characters am non-binary#heh
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Welcome to another exciting episode of the podcast Ultimate Vibe Audio Music Productions.
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The latest Update is that there is a new Band project joining the Ultimate Vibe Audio Music Productions Stable that's in the works called The Ultimate Vibe Audio Music Orchestra.
As we speak, a new album is in the making, so I will keep you updated on this.
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Another week in the books. Happy Friday, chooms!
shirt | jacket | shoes | pants (soon™️)
#valerie vermilion#corpo!val#another busy week#making serious clothes for serious mercs#mods i made#that jacket!!!#i still can't get over it#chaaxfo mods#xbae mods#night city landscape#greenery in night city#cyberpunk 2077#cyberpunk photomode#cyberpunk 2077 photomode#videogame photography#reshade#appearance menu mod#fem v friday#female v friday#female v#fem v#cyberpunk female v#corpo val au
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