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Team Fortress 2:

Scout: - He's more shaken up than you'd think - As soon as he's awake he's looking for you, whether you're next to him or halfway across the world, Scout is on a mission to make sure you're alive and safe - He'll be sobbing in your arms, holding you so close you're suffocating - He won't talk about the details of the dream, he doesn't want to think about them to be honest, but you have a feeling it was pretty awful - Doesn't leave your side for the next 2 weeks, you have to convince him that you're going to be alright without him there - "If anything bad ever happens to you I'd never forgive myself." "Scout come on I need to go to work." ":("

Heavy: - Heavy isn't the kind of guy who will openly talk about his bad dreams - He'll wake up startled, but the minute he sees you lying next to him most of the bad feelings subside - Won't tell you about the bad dream, but you notice he'll be more protective over the following weeks - If he does tell you anything about it, or you become worried and ask, it'll be a very brief description of what happened and how he felt - "I had a dream. Something bad happened to you. I am alright now little bird. Please do not worry." - You really just have to take his word for it, whatever comfort you try to give is shut down

Engineer: - This man is chronically stressed as it is, a nightmare of you dying is just adding fuel to the explosion currently happening in his head - He holds you extra close from then on - This isn't just a momentary change, it's a permanent change to his mindset - The last thing he wants is to lose you in any way, his life truly started when he met you, and therefore yours doesn't get to end anytime soon - If you ask him about it, he gives you the same spiel each time - "I had an epiphany, you're the love of my life and I wanna spend every day makin' sure you know this."

Engie's someone who's very comfortable with the fact that he has a prosthetic

He's not insecure about it, nor does he have any issue having a partner who also has a prosthetic, if anything this makes your bond stronger

However, it's pretty nice being able to complain about the shitty parts of having a prosthetic limb with someone who gets it

If you're having a particularly bad day he'd assist you with applying any anti-irritant creams, cleaning the socket, helping you into your prosthetic

Engie's extremely sensitive about the fact that you have a missing limb

He understands first hand not only how difficult it is to navigate life after losing a limb, but any insecurity that may come with it

He wants you to be confident and comfortable, and if you aren't he'll make you confident and comfortable

If you're a merc, he'll create mods for it that boost your speed and jump height (similar to scout's speed boost and double jump !)

Engineer: - Engie doesn't usually wear his Texas Ten Gallon - However tonight was a special event, and he was dressed in his full "cowboy" attire - You're laughing, dancing together, having fun - And then, in an act of silliness, you take his hat and place it on your head - "Darlin' you should know about cowboy hat rules," he laughs, "You're tellin' all these fellas here that I own you." - "Maybe I want that." you grin, he places his hand on your hip and gives it a gentle squeeze - "Let's get outta here."

Sniper: - You put the hat on as a joke, not realizing how strict Sniper is about the hat rules - He's sat on the steps leading up into his camper van, arms crossed over his chest, scowling slightly as you parade around with his hat, clearly too big for your head - The other mercs are laughing as you perform your impression of him, until they notice him standing there, their laughs ceasing - "I take the hat rules seriously, y/n." - "So are you gonna claim me now?" You laugh, peering up at him through your lashes, fluttering them in a very obviously joke-flirting way - "Well, if you're insisting." - He doesn't think twice before yanking you into the camper van, telling the other mercs to "fuck off and go to bed", and slamming the door behind the two of you

Scout: - When Scout's in a bad mood, it's BAD - You don't know whether to touch him or not, he's constantly bothered by how much you're smothering him or how you're not showing him enough attention, you cannot win - The best way to snap him out of this is to walk away and let him cool down on his own - Eventually, he'll come crying for you, needing all of your love and attention - You'll need to prompt him for an apology, but you know he means it

Soldier: - Soldier seldom has truly bad days, nor does he ever want to cry around you - However, there have been days where he feels so overwhelmed he can't help but sob into your arms for a while, it's mostly PTSD related - Whether he realizes it or not, he's experienced some really fucked up things while out on the battlefield, and those things leave scars - If you ever tell anyone about these moments of vulnerability, he'll stop showing this side of himself to you, so be careful with what you share

Pyro: - Pyro never has a bad day, nor do they like to argue - Like genuinely, they're almost always on cloud 9, it doesn't matter how hard you pry, they will not utter a single negative word to you or about you - It's more likely that they're comforting you after a long day, or de-escalating any strong negative feelings you're having

Demoman: - He's not the kind of guy who likes arguing, he just feels very strongly about things - Especially when he's had a long day on the battlefield, or when he feels like he isn't enough for you - He needs your full patience and attention during these moments, if you show an inkling of disinterest or you feel the need to leave he will take it as a sign of abandonment and completely shut down - He knows it's selfish of him, and he apologizes profusely during and after these fits - He makes it up to you with your favourite dinner and some wine

Heavy: - When Heavy has a bad day, the entire base knows about it - Except you - Shockingly he does not want you knowing that he's upset, and so he takes it out on the enemy team - You know him well enough to know that he's upset, however he won't budge, which in turn leads you to becoming upset that he won't communicate with you - Heavy feels awful for this, the last person he wants to upset is you - It's a long road with him for healthy communication, but he's trying

Engineer: - Like Heavy, Engie doesn't want you to know that he's feeling upset - This is something that he believes he needs to deal with alone, and ultimately he doesn't want to dump everything onto you - This leads to him self-isolating even harder than he usually does - He'll eventually crack after you confront him enough - Engie's a total softie, but rarely does he cry in front of you. you know it's serious when he cries - He'll apologize for ignoring you, and he'll make it up with your favourite dinner

Medic: - Medic's constantly stressed, whether you notice or not is another thing entirely - He isn't one to tell you how he feels, you're more than likely going to notice it in the way he treats you and others - He's more irritable, harsher in the way that he speaks to you, more likely to lash out - You confront him and he yells, he sees how upset it made you and he has to stop himself - He apologizes and sends you out of his infirmary, he'll make it up to you later

Sniper: - You try not to fight, you mostly bicker - If a day is bad enough for Sniper to cry, you'll never see it - He keeps those feelings to himself - You could be his partner of 40 years and he would never cry over a bad day - Crying at the birth of your first child? sure. crying on your wedding day? yes. crying because he's frustrated? absolutely not - He respects you too much to show you how horrible those moments can get

You hate intel duty. Camping out in a small room below all the action? You couldn't understand how Engie managed to do this every week, because you were at your limit. "You're more useful down here, y/n. 'Sides, I like the company." He'd say, trying to make you feel better. "For once I'd like to prove to you guys that I can be just as useful as Medic." You'd mumble in return.

The same conversations, the same Scout running down and getting blasted by the sentry gun peeking just out and into the hallway. Like clockwork, your day was coming to an end, and once again you found yourself passing out over the large white desk adorning the otherwise empty intel room. "C'mon, we've got... 'bout an hour left? Let's find somethin' to do while we wait." You glanced up, seeing Dell standing over you with a sympathetic smile and an outstretched hand. "Yeah, okay."

Out in the hallway stood a small door, leading into an even smaller closet. Engie pushed the door open, fiddling around for a the light switch. "Where is that dang thing?" You peered in, feeling around for the small switch. "Maybe it's on this wall- oh!" You tripped, falling into the closet and landing harshly onto your knees. What little illumination the hallway lights outside the room were providing was now gone, and you were surrounded by darkness.

"I'm so sorry oh god-" You started, attempting to push yourself off the older man's thighs and twisting to find the door knob in the dark. Your hands frantically palmed at the wood, searching for something to push it open with. Nothing - there was no knob on this side. "Fuck. We're stuck in here." You could hear his heavy breathing, feel his thighs against your face as you turned back to look up at him, your eyes beginning to adjust to the low level of light in the room. The room felt unbelievably warm. "You sure?" he huffed, leaning forwards to try and look for the small round knob himself. Your head fell backwards as his crotch pushed forwards, his hardening cock smushed against your cheek, you pretended not to notice. "Yup, nothin'." He sighed, leaning back against the shelving lining the small space.

You can't say you'd never thought about him in this way before. Being confined to a room with the man for 10 - 12 hours per week, seeing the way his biceps flexed while repairing his sentry, or the way he'd sit for you when you'd dress his wounds - it made great material for late night moments to yourself. You'd think about the way he treated you compared to the other mercs, how he'd always be the first to compliment you, or defend you against Scout's teasing. You wondered if he'd be the kind to talk you through it, telling you exactly how to touch yourself for him. "C'mon, let's get you up."

Dell grabbed your hips, guiding you up and towards his chest. You tried to stand, faltering slightly from the throbbing pain in your knees, and awkwardly bending your back to try and make use with what little space you had. You felt your crotch grind against his, a small squeak escaping your lips, your face flushing with embarrassment. "Y'alright darlin'?" You could hear the grin in his voice. "Yeah- fuck-" You groaned, the pain worsening with each movement. "Turn around, you can lean back against me and we can use our combined weight to bash the door down." Engie suggested, hands still grabbing at your hips, guiding you to face the door.

You obliged, feeling the relief of being able to lean back against him for stability momentarily. "You ready?" He asked, giving you a reassuring squeeze. "Yeah, on three."

"One," He spoke in a low, sensual tone. You could feel the heat radiating off of him.

"Two," Your body shook slightly in anticipation. What the fuck? Were you seriously getting excited over this?

"Three." You didn't even try to put any force into shouldering the door. Instead your back arched, and your cheek smacked harshly against the thick block of wood. You felt Engie's cock press into your ass, and his shoulder hit the door next to your head with a loud thud. You gasped loudly, halfway between a moan and a whisper. "Oh! Darlin' are you alright?" Dell sat upright, tilting your face towards his, inspecting you for any damage. Instead, he saw your furrowed brows and cheeks flushed in arousal.

"Oh." He chuckled, placing his hands back onto your hips, and squeezing them playfully, eliciting another gasp from you. "Jesus, y/n, are you enjoyin' this?" another, harder squeeze, this time moving towards your inner thighs. "D-Dell-" You whined, your body tensed feeling his hands begin to move your hips against his. "D'you want this?" His voice softened, and his movements slowed, albeit unwillingly. He needed an answer from you, no, he needed you to beg for it.

"Y-yes, please Dell-" Another hard thrust cut you off, another groan escaped your lips. "Beg." You turned to look at him in disbelief, this was far from what you imagined he would be like. No more soft, caring Engie. This was rough, this was needy, this was hot. "Please-" Another, harder, squeeze. "You didn't even try with the door. You want this, don't you?" You moaned in response, nodding against the wood. "Please Dell please." Your body moved on its own, grinding against him, little moans and whimpers escaping from you. "D'you know how badly I've wanted this? Been watchin' how your pretty little fingers wrap them bandages around me very closely. Makes me wond'r how they'd look wrapped around my cock." It felt like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs.

"P-Please D-Dell-" That must have been the final straw for him. Not even a moment later you felt your pants slide down to your ankles, the sound of his overalls unclasping, and the metallic clang of his belt hitting the floor. "You've been so good." He soothed, running his fingers along your back and side, his other hand aiming your hips over his. He began to lift you onto his cock. It was big, much bigger than you had anticipated. You began to writhe involuntarily, your body telling you that it's too much, that you can't take it. "You can take it baby." Dell groaned, now using both hands to sink you onto his cock. You felt so full.

He didn't give you much time to adjust as he began to thrust into you, his body pressing into yours, and your body pressing harder into the door. The loud, wet, slap of his thighs against yours mixed with the dull thudding of your body against the wooden door and your pornographic moans echoed through the building. You couldn't care if the entire base heard you. "Feels so... good.. Dell- fuck-" His hand reached towards your sex, his fingers gently toying with you whilst he filled you from behind.

You could feel every inch of him slide in and out, you could feel his movement becoming more erratic, more desperate. "M'gonna cum inside you." You moaned in response, feeling your own climax approaching. In one swift motion you fell forwards, landing on the dirty maroon checkered floors of the intel room, your knees taking another harsh blow. An unimpressed Spy stood above you, holding the door open. "Come on, your shift ended an hour ago and we need you for payload tomorrow."

sfw: - You guys were the parents of the team before the relationship was made official - Scout even referred to you as such, so frequently that it didn't even phase you when he started casually referring to you as Engineer's spouse - It didn't help that Engie referred to you as "honey" every other chance he could, especially in front of the other mercs - "You're like an old married couple!" Pauling would snort, you'd roll your eyes and retort with some bullshit about "He's too old for me" or "He's my coworker - I don't see him that way" - You were lying straight through your teeth, and everyone knew it - Dell wasn't blind to it either, he knew you had feelings for him, and he played into it every chance he got - What started out as casual flirty comments in the workshop, knee brushes under the dining table, and sitting maybe a little too close on the common room couch turned very quickly into visiting his room late at night just to spend a couple more moments with him whilst he worked on some new turret modification, or finding reasons to hold his hand during scary movie night, or asking to sleep next to him after a particularly bad nightmare - The affection the two of you shared increased over time, and before you knew the only people who didn't know you two were in a relationship was you and Engie - It wasn't a big deal when he asked you, it was actually very casual. You were outside the base, sitting around the fire in the cool spring air after a night of drinking and laughing with the rest of your coworkers. He was strumming some notes on his guitar, humming a light tune whilst you cozied up to his side - "You're so beautiful, did y'know that?" he asked, peering down at you. You hummed in response - this was normal for the two of you. "I'm gonna have t' make you mine one of these days." he muttered, turning his attention back to the guitar in his arms - "Why not do it now?" You asked, half jokingly, half desperately wanting to elicit some sort of reaction out of him. A reaction, which would somehow confirm that the feelings eating away at your soul for the past several months were mutual - "Oh yeah? You'd wanna be with me? You'd want everyone to know?" He smiled, seemingly unbelieving that you'd respond to such a question. "Yeah, I really would." You mumbled, your body going hot - Dell paused, clearing his throat slightly "Alright, meet me in the lab tomorrow night. Clean up real nice for me." - Your first date was a success, a sensual candle-lit dinner surrounded by turrets and heapings of scrap metal. It was very him, but you can't say you didn't love it - Spending time with him is difficult - he's always receiving missions from the Administrator, leaving little time after matches where he could unwind - But in every chance he gets to see you, he spends every second making you feel loved and attended to - Plays into the "old married couple" dynamic CONSTANTLY now that you're actually together - If he could marry you out in that New Mexican desert he would, but he holds you and your eventual wedding to a much higher standard than the war-torn land you've been stationed on for the past few years

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sfw: - The slowest slow burn relationship of all time - Before he confesses, he's stuck in this constant loop of thinking that you could never love him because of his excessive drinking, and then drinking more to cease the anxiety of you never returning his feelings because of the drinking - What he doesn't realize, is that he's already confessed to you about 50 times whilst blackout drunk - "Y'kno I loooooove ye so muchhhh, but ye'd never wanna be with someone like meeee" he's slinged half-way over your shoulder, barely keeping himself upright as you walk him to his room - "Yes, Tav I know this - y'know for once I'd like it if you told me this sober. It's kinda hard to believe when you're stumbling around telling fucking house plants you love them." you'd mumble, face flushed in annoyance and embarrassment - You guys had a friendship ending fall-out before he could confess his feelings to you, that's how insecure he can get over his feelings - When you say yes to being his partner, it's like his world implodes in on itself - The anxiety worsened for the first 6 - 8 weeks. He was SO convinced that you'd end things for this or that reason - You'd just do your best to be there for him in those moments, stroking his head and placing soft kisses to his temple intermittently - He would move the mountains and carve rivers out of the earth for you if he could - No one is more attractive, funny, interesting, and intelligent to him, he wouldn't hesitate to fight anyone who has something negative to say about you - If you're a big drinker, it's like a match made in heaven - You'd try and climb to the highest point of Upward and lay together, stargazing and sharing a bottle of whatever you had in the kitchen - Or you'd sit in the common area, staying up late and sharing wine whilst soft romantic music played and candles filled the air with vanilla and jasmine - If you aren't a big drinker, he'd go as far as stopping completely for you. He values you more than any substance

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Scout: - At first he's actually pretty upset - Scout's the kind of guy who enjoys twirling your hair in his fingers while he teases you, yanking on it slightly to elicit a reaction from you before laughing off the not-so-playful punch you deliver to his shoulder - "Aw no! What'd ya have to go and hack it all off for?" you ignore the comment and tell him to suck it up - Eventually he gets over it, "It'll grow back, 'sides you're still my pretty partner even with your crappy haircut!" you give him another loving fist to the side

Soldier: - Soldier really likes your haircut ! - "This is more like it cupcake! A proper haircut for combat!" - A part of you realizes that he's actually right, you're struggling a lot less with finding a protective hairstyle before matches now that it's so short - Soldier loves your hair no matter the length, however he has to admit that he does prefer the shorter cut

Pyro: - Pyro loves the short hair - You've had more trips to the respawn room than you can count on both hands due to Pyro accidentally lighting your hair ablaze whilst swinging around their flamethrower around - Don't get it wrong, this still happens more frequently than you'd like, however it's happening much less now !

Demo: - Demo just loves you - He couldn't care less what haircut you have, he thinks you're a beautiful person regardless, he probably helped you with cutting it - "Doesn't matter to me love, ye could be BALD for all I care!" - If you were to shave your head you best believe he'd be behind you with the clippers

Heavy: - He's a little taken aback - He still loves you, of course, but he's shocked by the sudden change in appearance - "Are you alright любимые?" - After you assure him that this was a decision made in full confidence, he relaxes and compliments your taste

Engineer: - Engie's complementing you endlessly - Short hair isn't usually his cup of tea, however you pull the look off so well that he can't help but fall in love with it - "I've gotta say darlin' this new haircut is really growing on me!" - He shows you off to EVERYONE, it's actually really embarrassing

Medic: - He could care less, however he does think you're cute for wanting him to care - "Hmm? You got a haircut? Oh yes, you did. Very good." - He's acting like he didn't notice, but he definitely did - he's just teasing you, measuring your reaction for "research purposes" - Eventually, after either much prying from your end, or lack of, he'll offer compliments unprompted to reaffirm that he loves you and thinks you're attractive regardless of your hair length (#toxic #af)

Sniper: - He's another guy who prefers longer hair, however he makes it a point to compliment you on your haircut - Regardless of your hair length, he's still adores you - "Yeah it suits you - I mean you're gorgeous" - He's still pretty awkward when it comes to compliments and reassurance, but he's trying !

Spy: - He doesn't like short hair (wow this must be where Scout gets it from) - You're his partner though, and he knows better than to point something as shallow as that out - "You're absolutely stunning mon amour." - He has to admit it - he misses brushing the knots out of your hair after a long shower, applying your hair care products, and braiding it all ready for you to sleep - He'll just wait for it to grow out again

Spy always wore a wedding ring, had photos of a woman and a boy adorning the walls and bedside tables of his room, had a woman's perfume on the dresser which smelt so strong in the sheets you could vomit. You hated it - you felt ashamed to share a bed with a married man. A man you thought you could love, who was already being loved by someone else. Someone he was supposed to be committed to.

Of course, none of that was real. It's a set. A perfectly constructed lie in order to not let anyone come too close. He was utterly alone. He had left his wife years before coming out to New Mexico. He knew his estranged son was on his team, but neither of them were going to start that conversation, especially when one was in denial and the other had more important things to concern himself with.

Those 'important things' being you.

In the beginning he upheld the lie to keep you at arms length. He had no interest in letting you become a part of his life, you were a potential fuck and that was that. And then he was forced to spend an overnight mission burying bodies with you. Maybe it was something about the way the moonlight caressed your face, maybe it was your laugh, or maybe it was the way you struggled when he pushed your head into the side of the company van as he tore your clothes from your body, shoving his cock inside you as you cried and begged him not to kill you.

After that, the lie was merely another tactic to keep you in line. After all, who likes a homewrecker?

He spent years training you like a dog, showing you the right and wrong ways to be his pet. When you were good, he showered you with gifts and attention. There were times where you couldn't even fathom that Spy was an evil person, where he seemed to love you more than anything in the world. Then you'd fuck up, and the punishments would come down hard.

This time was no different.

You knew that talking to certain mercs was off limits, but waving was never discussed. Clearly, the same rules applied.

"Well, at least Mundy won't think that you're a rude bitch! At least you made yourself look pleasant to him! Waving at him like some common fucking street whore! You were practically begging for it. You're fucking disgusting." Each word stung worse than the last, it didn't help that you were trapped in his god forsaken room again, all of the eyes in the photos seemed to stare through you.

"I'm....I'm..." tears ran down your reddened cheeks. His cock hardened, pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of his boxers. "I'm, I'm." Spy taunted mercilessly. You mindlessly rubbed your thighs together at the humiliation. "Take off your shirt." This was a merciful outcome - having sex with Spy, no matter how unwilling you felt, was a kinder fate than receiving a beating. You could have smiled, you weren't quite sure if you already were. The top slid off easily, falling to the floor beneath you. The air stung, but you knew better than to cover yourself from him. His eyes raked your chest, picking apart every imperfection and admiring every asset in seconds.

"You know you're my favourite pet, right? I don't like treating you this way. But if you act like a stupid bitch, I'll treat you like a stupid bitch." You nodded wearily, gaze falling towards the floor. "Sit down and take my cock out." It was as if your body had gone into auto pilot; taking a seat on the plushy edge of the bed and hooking your index fingers underneath the band of his boxer shorts and pulling down.

His cock sprang out, bobbing just above your nose, precum smeared across his tip and began to bead, twitching as he ran his calloused fingers through your hair. "Open your mouth, mon chiot." Your lips parted hesitantly, firm hands gripping the sides of your head guided your mouth to his erection. A groan escaped his lips as you placed a gentle kiss on the tip, dragging a curious tongue along the slit. He wanted to use your throat as a fleshlight. "Putain, j'ai tellement besoin de toi." You could barely understand, but from the way he tightened is grasp on your hair, and the flushed look on his face, you were doing something right.

You licked a stripe up the side of his length, earning another shudder from the man above you, then peppering kisses from the base to the tip of his cock. "Merde- stop- just-" In an instance you feel his erection ramming down your throat and tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Every muscle in your body was holding back the urge to vomit on him. A small part of you didn't care anymore. He'd probably enjoy it, the sick fuck.

He could feel your throat tightening around his cock, the warm fleshy inside clinging to him as you tried your hardest not to gag. It was cute. You were cute. Writhing beneath him uncomfortably, half naked, wearing shorts he had bought you. A shirt he had picked for you. Underwear that he wanted nothing more than to rip off. Skin he wanted to make bruise and bleed under his touch. Spy couldn't warn you before shooting ropes of cum down your throat, he didn't even realize he had came until you pulled away, coughing violently, gagging and crying.

"Stand up." You obliged, still in tears. You felt his hold hands pull your shorts down, and gently guide your hips back into a seated position on the bed behind you. Some sick part of you enjoyed this. Reveled in it. Craved it. The gentle disguise he would bait you with right before he went in for the kill. "Come on mon cher, look at me."

Scout: - he's obsessed with your chest - makes sure to clarify that he'd love you no matter what size your tits are - but jesus they were hot - he's not the most adept to foreplay, but will often play with them before and during intimacy - squeezing them and roughly toying with your nipples to try and get you in the mood - will always beg to cum on your chest, even in the most unconventional times (often when you have quickies in semi public spaces)

Soldier: - could care less about the size of your chest, he's just happy he gets to touch you at all - another man who doesn't care for foreplay, so no special attention to your boobs unfortunately - though you will catch him giving them a longing gaze when he's itching for a fuck - the kind of man to casually squeeze your chest, no sexual intent he's just admiring what's his

Demoman: - THE foreplay king - he teases you, gently biting your nipples between his teeth - sucking on one bud and rolling the other between his fingers - he won't stop until you're writhing and begging for him - has no preference for chest size, but he is admittedly a tit guy - adores it when you give him a tit job, loves it even more when he gets to watch your chest bounce while you ride him

Heavy: - a man who prefers women of the larger variety in general - so your breasts intrigue him, from the moment you first initiate sex he's almost rushing to get you out of your top - worships your chest, peppering it with kisses before lapping at your nipples until you're bruised - will casually squeeze your breasts the way someone would squeeze their partner's ass - "hehe.. do you like them?" "da." his face is red hot

Engineer: - another one who doesn't care about the size of your chest - he only cares about your pleasure - teases you for hours, poking and prodding - insists that you don't wear a bra around the house, after all you should feel comfortable around him! - he soon realizes he can't stop staring at the way your tits bounce as you walk - or how stiff your nipples look in your much too tight tank top - this might be the easiest way to pry him away from his workshop

Medic: - he often has to see your bare chest when you come off the battlefield, half dead and in need of several surgeries - or when you need to come in for a breast exam - and despite being your partner, he can't help but flush at the sight of you, so exposed for him - usually a thigh man, he crumbles when it comes to large chests - on a more sadistic note, he often fantasizes about licking the wounds that may litter your chest after a particularly gory fight - he's a little bit gross but sweet in his own way!

Sniper: - a large breast man through and through - he could play with your tits for hours and hours, in a sexual and non-sexual way - if he could lay in bed sucking your tits, leaving bruises all over the supple flesh, he totally would - loves the way they bounce, the way they sit on your chest, the soft fleshy feeling of holding them in his hands - loves it when you wear outfits that show off your cleavage - loves it even more when he knows he's going to be the one to rip that outfit off later

neither of you remember how this relationship began, nor do either of you tend to think about it too hard

Soldier is stupid, but he's smart enough to know that being fucked by the enemy is frowned upon - that doesn't mean he's going to stop though

you liked pulling him away from the main fight, cornering him and feeling how riled up he was from the adrenaline

Soldier didn't care because, to be quite frank, he found your dominance incredibly attractive

quickies aren't uncommon, you tell him to 'get the fuck on the floor - let me ride you'

but when you both get the time to comfortably fuck, you draaaag it out

pegging, bondage, cock cages - nothing is off limit for you two (pegging being his favourite)

both of your teams know to some degree, no one wants to talk about it despite how risky it is for the factions to cross

Soldier is too stupid to try anything, you enjoy the dynamic too much to risk anything

it has the opportunity to develop into a very stable and loving relationship - if that's your kind of thing