Sunny

Hi! I’m Sunny, genderfluid, and 18 years old. I am currently very fixated on TF2 and will be taking requests for all characters! Some I’m better with than others because I’ve spent more time thinking about them but I will do my best with any request!

Now, some rules:

I don’t do anything revolving around scat/pee/vomit due to the simple fact I can’t find it in myself to write about it. I imagine my writings heavily as I work on them in order to help me better understand them so I absolutely cannot be thinking about that kind of stuff for long periods of time

Zoophilia? No. I’ll write monster fucking but nothing with just straight up animals

Underage? Absolutely not. As a victim of cocsa I am extremely uncomfortable with the idea and will not even accept asks involving it

That end there was almost my dream TF2 rotation, just without Demoman LMAO

So uhhh if you could make like a continuation of that or just some headcanons on what being in a rotation with them would be like

(I'd like if you added demo, but I'll still be happy if not)

I’m so glad you liked it! That one is honestly one of my favorites and not at all what I expected to be writing on tumblr lol but here you go!!!

CW: Drug use, alcohol consumption, bongs, weed, tinyyyy mention of the other mercs but it’s just reader, scout, demo, and sniper.

Hell yes 😼😼

CW: NSFW, overstimulation, oral fixation, smoking and cigarette burns, mention of blood in Medic’s section, bdsm dynamics?? They’re implied but not explicitly stated

It’s so funny to me for no reason because one day he’s all like smelly from being in his perch since four in the morning and instead of being grossed out his partner is drooling. He’d be confused but not averse to it, at first he’d wonder if they were just messing with him but after a few more times of it happening he realizes they’re just a fucked up person like him and enjoy him being sweaty

Lowkey want to do a full prompt about this

Because I already did a lot of giving love bites headcanons I’m going to focus on the receiving! I hope you don’t mind

Engineer

•He isn’t much of a biter

•I’ll be honest I can’t see him as the type to just bite you out of affection outside of sex

•During more sensual moments he will lightly run his teeth over your neck and legs, but never really bite down

•He will leave hickeys, small but deep and sensitive afterwards

You and Engineer had been on a date, a rare thing given your line of work. Although the key word to being up is ‘had’ been on a date. Now you two were inside some dingy motel feeling each other up like the other would disappear. You stepped backwards as Engineer pushed you towards the bed, your knees hitting the edge of the mattress and sending you down. He nuzzles against your face, stubble tickling your cheek. You laugh and push his head away. Engineer moves downwards in order to get to your neck and the bottom of your chin, leaving kisses and gentle nips to your skin. You had been relaxing into his touch, closing your eyes and letting him simply do as he wished. Your eyes dart open when you feel the sudden sensation of skin being pulled tightly, he was sucking a dark hickey into your neck, right below your jaw.

Sniper

•As I said in my other post he LOVES biting

•He’s a freak who will sneak up on you just to bite or suck on your skin

•Since you love it he will do it even more (somehow)

•Please moan or lean into him while he bites you. He will break

On it boss !!!

Medic

•He laughs

•Full on giggles like your were tickling him

•At first he thinks you were trying to cannibalize him (don’t get this freak’s hopes up)

•When he realizes it’s just an affection thing he actually gets a little sad. What do you mean you don’t love him enough to want to consume him?

•After a bit he might bite you back (With cannibalistic intent)

Medic was currently hunched over a metal operating table, poking at the wires on the bottom of the BLU spy’s head. His glasses were slightly askew, slicked back hair a little puffy from a day’s worth of work. You were sitting across from him with your elbows on the table, a bit bored of watching him pick on the spy head. He wasn’t in his coat, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and revealing his arms. You reached forward, grabbing his free hand that wasn’t busy and pulling it to you. Medic didn’t seem to notice or if he did he didn’t mind, that is until you bit down on his forearm. He paused his ministrations, the spy letting out a disgusted groan at the sight of you being affectionate to the German man. Medic let out a little laugh, happily letting you chew on him to your heart’s content.

Spy

•He scowls

•Yeah full on scowls like you aren’t his lover

•The first time you bit him he gasped like a disgraced old woman

•If he had pearls he’d be clutching them

•Spy is a romantic, but he follows the more classic romantic approaches, not biting. After a while he understands that it’s just your way of showing affection and begins to grow accustomed to being bitten

demoman with a s/o that bites <33 maybe sniper too but mainly demo, i NEED more demo x reader fics 💔💔💔

Demoman

•When (somewhat) sober he may flinch a little or groan

•It’s not that he doesn’t like it, really once he gets used to it he finds comfort in it, it’s just that dealing with the supernatural so much in his early life led to some mild anxiety

•When drunk off his ass he doesn’t react much at all, maybe laughing or playfully batting you away

•Ten out of ten, bite him and leave teeth marks on his arms

•He will be showing them off

Demo barely moves the first time you bite him, drunkenly tilting his head to stare at you with his one eye. You were all celebrating a win so the Scottish man was somehow more drunk than usual.

“‘M not to chew oun…”, you couldn’t make out any other words from his drunken ramblings. It was cute, even if you were somewhat sure he was grumbling something about Loch Ness and hamsters…

Sniper

•This freak is into it

•Will bite you back

•If you are newly dating then he wouldn’t be as quick to reciprocate, however after some time he’ll warm up to your presence and happily bite you in return

•You will wake up to him practically chewing on you, ignore the drool and the bed breath and it’s the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen

You weren’t expecting to find this…You’d traveled to Sniper’s van to talk about gun maintenance only to open the door and immediately get blasted with smoke flooding out of the enclosed space. You coughed, waving a hand in front of your face to clear some of the thick smoke. “Shit—Forgot you were comin’…”

Sniper put down the glass bong, the water inside sloshing around. He let out a small cough, covering his mouth with a large hand to stifle it. His eyes were red now, clearly high.

After a few awkward moments of staring the Aussie tilts the bong towards you, silently offering you a hit. Would you rather talk about weapons maintenance or get high on a weekday night? You made your choice, sitting down cross legged across from Sniper and picking up the clear bong.

Later Scout would come banging on the door only to get the same greeting you had gotten, a burst of smoke to the face. He coughed and then promptly pointed at you and Sniper. “I’ve been dealing wit’ Soldier’s ‘training’ for the last three hours and you two’ve been lighting up?!”

Rahhhh of course I love Engineer he’s so underrated

Not my best writing but with the week I’ve had I’m glad to get some stuff out again

First Introduction

Buzzing, slamming, chiming, you weren’t sure where exactly the noises were coming from but Engineer’s workshop was loud. Almost overwhelmingly so. You had come to deliver mail, having already gotten to the other mercs, but seeing the clustered metals and tools you realized why Miss Pauling had told you to do Engineer’s last. You squeezed past a large piece of scrap metal that had fallen over and blocked off the rest of the workshop, huffing when your sleeve got caught on the edge. You pull away and successfully enter the confusing room, now you just had to find the man…

A soft ping made you turn to your right, coming face to face with just a sentry gun…Wait. You recoiled with a yelp, blocking your face with your hands that still held the small box you were here to deliver. The guns suddenly stopped their rotating, no bullets being sent through you. You lower your hands, still reeling from the adrenaline when you notice a heavyset man behind the weapon.

“‘M sorry about that darl’. It’s still a work in progress.” His southern drawl was sweet, voice genuine unlike the other mercs you’d interacted with. He patted the top of the gun affectionately, the way one would lightly pet an animal. You shift awkwardly and hold out the box for the handsome man. “This fer’ me?”, you nodded in response before verbally answering. “I’m here with the mail, I already got to everyone else, you have a package.” He smiles, grabbing the box in one large hand before laying his other over your shoulder.

“My bolts! Thank ya’.” You couldn’t really care less about what he was saying right now, your brain more focused on the gloved hand that was touching you. The man places the box down on a work bench covered in various tools and homemade weapons, leading you to the door. He easily hauled up the piece of scrap metal you had struggled against earlier, placing it aside so it no longer blocked the doorway.

I know exactly who sent this…Miss Pauling vampire be upon ye!!!!!

It was late, far too late to be out wandering alone on these streets. There have been a long string of murders around your hometown, all horrific and resulting in the death of the victims, missing their blood. You had underestimated the workload today, spent too long in the shop to prepare for tomorrow. Now you were out in the oppressive dark, steps echoing on the empty streets.

A noise from the dingy alley pulled your attention from the cobblestone in front of you, leading you stray from the road and stand before it. Another noise, softer, a careful step coming from the end of the alley. You pull away just as a figure emerged from the shadows, a woman, spectacles sitting crooked on her nose. She was dressed in purple, a rare color due to its expense. The woman didn’t seem dangerous, in fact the nervous look on her face made her seem timid and docile.

“Are you heading home late too?”, you manage to ask after getting over your mild surprise at seeing her. The woman pulled at her short but elegant skirt, dusting off grime that was not there before responding, “Yes! Yes, I had to work late and am only just now leaving.” She seemed hurried to answer you, checking over her appearance too. It was a tad suspicious, but give her nervous nature you could brush it off as jitters. “Well, if we are heading the same direction we should walk together, you never know what danger is around, especially now.” You lead her back to the main road, her shoes tapping almost obnoxiously loud on the stone as she rushed to keep up with you. She seemed to work for a high status company, or at least had family in power, you were sure she wasn’t nobility herself though, her demeanor was not of someone of high society. She lacked the confidence, seemed to be more of a common worker, like you. “What can I call you, if I may ask?” The woman seemed caught off guard by your question, offering a tight lipped smile, “Just call me Miss. Pauling.” You repeated the name to yourself to test it out, sweet and gentle, it fit the woman nicely. You gave her your name in return, giving a relaxed tilt of the lips. Having someone else walking with you was nice, it felt much safer than being alone with all the murders happening.

She took the lead while you were deep in thought, leading you right back to your small home and for a second you could’ve sworn you never gave the woman any indicator of where you lived. A glance she gave from over her shoulder took any doubt you had, her eyes seemed much more sure now. You weren’t about to be impolite, the night was still early and dangers lurked for women alone. “Would you like to stay for the night? It’s dangerous to go out walking again alone.”

Miss Pauling nodded, spectacles shifting forward on her nose and strands of black hair falling from the bun on the back of her head as she does so. “You’re kind, if you really don’t mind. I don’t want to go out again, I live further than you.” She steps closer as you open the door, letting her in first. You quickly move to get the furnace on, the fire warming the small house within just a few minutes. “I don’t have a spare room, I’m sorry, but you can sleep in the main room for tonight. I’d never let a guest sleep on the floor.” Miss Pauling turns to look back at you, a frown settled on her soft features. “Oh please, I cannot take your bed, you’re my host! Maybe we can…reach a compromise? I am fine sharing the bed as long as you are and your bed is large enough.” Her words, while unexpected, weren’t unwanted, even if you were unsure of how she knew the size of your mattress. Your floor was cold and you hadn’t swept in far too long, to sleep in your own bed, even with someone else, would be nice.

“Alright then, do you need a nightgown? I should have an extra somewhere in my dresser.” You led her to the small bedroom, leaning over to dig through the dresser pressed against the far wall. Miss Pauling sits down on the bed, watching you rummage for a good minute before you finally pulled out a soft white nightgown. You hand her the gown with a smile, in a way it was nice, you didn’t have anyone in your home often. She returned your smile, without teeth however, before wandering to the hall in order to undress in privacy. With the woman out of the room you take the chance to do the same, slipping out of your work clothes. You brought your underskirt up to your nose, it would need a wash soon as the shop you worked at could get rather messy at times. You slipped your own nightgown over your body just as Miss Pauling returned. She looked beautiful, how someone supposedly straight from work could look so good you’re not sure, but you weren’t complaining. The only light in the house was the oil lamp on your bedside table, as the woman moved to lay down in your bed you extinguished the flame and slid down to get comfortable.

It took longer than usual due to the presence of another person but eventually your exhaustion won and pulled you into unconsciousness. You were left vulnerable, exposed. Eventually, once Miss Pauling was sure you wouldn’t awaken soon, she leaned over you. She took one wrist in her hand, gently moving her head down to slowly sink her sharp teeth into your flesh. The pain was dull, but still present, enough to make you shift slightly but not rouse. The dark haired woman continued to feed steadily, a single drop managing to escape her lips and stain the collar of the borrowed nightgown.