Could You Do Something For The Trapper? Along The Lines Of Getting Caught In One Of His Traps In A Game

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

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

You were his favourite.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gabriel Reyes who treasured you so sweetly even during the toughest times of Overwatch. Gabriel Reyes who cooked you hearty homemade meals and twirled you around to music in the kitchen when the sun came down.

Reaper who follows you home in a wisp of smoke at night - making sure you’re home safe but not being able to tear his eyes away from the empty space in the bed beside you. His space.

You must be so cold, without him there. But when he looks down at his freezing, clawed gauntlets - no longer the warm weathered skin they used to be - he surmises that you’d be safest away from the Reaper.

++ And if you finally give the big guy a chance, letting him sink his monstrously big cock into your pretty little cunt - he’s not letting you get away any time soon.

He lets you take the pace, at first. Reinhardt knows he’s big and he doesn’t want to hurt you. Your knees are on either side of his broad thighs, whimpering as you lower yourself down onto his fat cock inch by inch. He shudders with delight, his thick fingers gripping onto the plush flesh of your hips.

He gets a little bit too excited once you’re fully settled, twitching and pulsing rivulets of pre inside of your sweet pussy. Groaning, he bucks his pelvis up wildly, hitting deeper than you thought was possible. You practically collapse onto his scarred chest, fucked silly.

Reinhardt looks down at you with stars shining in his eyes - finally having got you exactly where you should be, and he can’t wait to fill you up.

Reinhardt who follows behind you like a guard dog, always at your heels like an oversized puppy. You’re happy to indulge him, finding it sweet - you even curl your hand up to card your fingers through his beard - and he practically purrs in delight.

It’s different for others though, who have to deal with your ‘guard dog.’ You’re oblivious as to why some of the agents you’ve flirted with soon turn tail and run with a horrified expression on their faces, only to turn around to find Reinhardt shrugging with the same confused expression you had.

They’re terrified of you and you have no idea why. Not even when you see the way Reinhardt’s hands curl around a gigantic mug of beer and make it seem miniature, not even when he sits in a chair and it practically groans under his weight, not even when he has to duck and squeeze through a doorway.

Especially not even when you (don’t) see him looming behind you, scaring off any potential suitors with a steely glare and a creaking grip on his hammer.

He’s just being friendly, after all.

Bro I cant even think of specifics would you be able to write a Cassidy drabble i need him incredibly bad

save a horse...yk the drill <3 nsfw below da cut

Cassidy grunts softly, chewing on the end of his cigar as you make your way over with a disapproving look on your face, you're shaking your head and grumbling at the sight of his injuries. He could care less about his scuffed up state - not when it was you tending to him. Cole is quick to flick the ash away, chucking the cigar and stomping it out once you reach his side.

Cassidy proudly presents himself to you as if his injuries were a badge of honour, grinning to himself when you fail to keep your stern expression, a small smile gracing your perfect lips. You're quick to cut through the fabric of his shirt to get to the nasty gash beneath, and he exhales through his teeth once your warm palms ghost his skin.

He should feel guilty - really, fantasising about the sweet little apprentice medic just doing her job. But he just can't help himself, shifting a hand over his belt uneasily when his mind starts to wander to deeper territories.

Cassidy wonders if you'd scream for him when he speared you open on his meaty cock, crying out his name as he pins you down with his bulk, grinding into you as you grasp at the cotton of his bedsheets below. He wonders if you'd claw at his back, marking him up and scratching gently at the weathered skin as he bullies the fat tip of his cock into your needy hole.

He'd cup your jaw, holding your chin gently as if to guide you whilst you parted those pretty lips around his shaft. Would you look up at him with watery eyes, fluttering your lashes like the sweet thing you were? Or would you take him to the hilt, gagging messily around his cock like a little slut?

Would you beg for more? Would you drool into his sheets as he holds your thighs apart, watching the way his cock disappears into your hot, wet cunt?

Cole shudders, just the thought of your pretty little pussy enough to have him hardening in his trousers. You're too focused on mending the wound on his side - your touches soft and fleeting. He wants nothing more than to bury his face between your thighs, he wants to eat you out until you're whiny and overstimulated, he wants to hear you complain about the beard burn between your legs the morning after. He wants you--

You suddenly clear your throat, and his honey brown eyes snap to you with the same sleazy gleam you'd grown accustomed to. You gesture towards his side, all immaculately cleaned up and covered with protective dressing.

Cassidy grins, tipping a hat to you with the intent of asking you for a drink later. "Thanks, doc."

HAII May I request Franco Barbi NSFW headcanons/drabble? THANK YOU SM!! <3

franco barbi nation this one is for u <3 nsfw below da cut

"You'll keep your fuckin' mouth shut about this."

You barely register his threats when he's crowding you against the cold wall, impatiently kicking over a barrel that was somewhat in his way. You take his growls with a grain of salt - seeing as this wasn't exactly the first time he'd bent you over mid trial. Franco is always quick to tear that stupid gear off your chest to get to your plush tits underneath, burying his face in them like he'd die without.

He's all talk. Don't be afraid to get a little bit stern with him - curl your fingers in his disarrayed hair and guide his movements while he feverishly eats you out. Franco wants you to make a mess on him because he's so desperate to please, he doesn't care if you get his expensive suits dirty - he can buy several more. It's actually almost pathetic how desperate he is for it.

Franco isn't above humping your leg to get his fix - and I imagine it probably just ties into his humiliation kink. Call him a good boy and he'll cum in his pants almost instantaneously. Same goes for whenever you let him fuck the supple flesh of your tits - anything to do with it has him kicking his feet and flushing a deep, bashful red.

Doesn't like sharing his things, and you fell under that category the moment you allowed him to sink his cock into your tight little cunt. It'll have him distracted in trials - chewing out anyone who dare touch you in a way that seems opposed to violence. Would one hundred percent throw a fit and shoot someone in the foot with his lupara.

"Come here, sweetness." >>>

Hi!!! Would you write hcs for mother gooseberry having feelings for a fem! Reagent…… I really love your content and would love to see more!!!

lesbian mother gooseberry is so dear to me...i love her <3

I like to think that Phyllis can be rather domestic outside of the trials. Her affections start small, catching you dominating the absolute hell out of some of the fun park games, and pouting softly to yourself when you miss the last throw. She also catches you marvelling at the root canal ride, and there's something so sweet and simple about you that lures her in. At first Gooseberry channels these feelings through an excessive amount of baking, Doctor Futterman had to berate Coyle into taking some of the pies because there was so many. The Cop didn't mind much - she's a damn good cook.

Eventually, Futterman gets (very loudly) fed up with her pining, and eventually she decides to approach you with possibly the most intricately decorated apple pie you've ever seen in your life. Mary Berry eat your heart out, because it is delicious. Phyllis is overjoyed you enjoy her treats, and she extends an invitation for you to hang around at the fun park more often. Taking her up on this offer grants bonuses, such as baked goods and a place to hideout from the other prime assets. Absolutely no one touches you on her turf, or they're met with a very angry Mother Gooseberry and Dr Futterman to match.

Eventually, when not in trials, you're always with Phyllis. You technically hadn't even asked one another out, but it was common knowledge that you were both together. She's doting and sweet, happy to share her space and everything else with you. She loves to have you hanging off of her arm, like you're a treasure she can parade around her domain. There's always the scent of sweets or confectionary in the air when she knows you're coming around.

Phyllis is affectionate, and if she's not cooking or baking to show her love - she'll be holding you close, gently stroking your hair or face. She even goes as far as to ignore Futterman's complaints because god your hair smells nice and she's so full of love. This also includes mandatory teeth checks, but don't worry, she'll leave the drill for the other reagents. They couldn't come close to hers. Make sure you floss and brush well though, otherwise Futterman will be grumpier than usual, and Phyllis will be squeezing your cheeks into a pout, worrying about a potential cavity ruining your lovely teeth :(

You share a bed that is piled high with pillows, blankets and soft plush toys. Futterman even has his own little duplicate! (he hates it)