#tf2 quick scope

[watusingpaputok]

guys... sniperscout but grease au... greaser scout and nerd sniper... do u see my vision...

[gingerale13]

Familiar feeling

Boom. 1850's Mercinaries.

I get that these guys are actual historical characters, but I would rather blatantly ignore that and start theorizing about them.

Davey Crockett ? I think you mean Nick Bundy.

Billy the kid? No, that's Jacob, silly!!

Although their lives are very mirrored, in some ways. Reincarnated if you will

Anyway that's all.. might expand on the other 1850s Mercs if I find the motivation, but for now it's just these losers!

(Part 2)

+ ugly sketches under cut

[sugarandspyce]

Because I'm incredibly slow when it comes to pumping out art, have this meme I made for my friend a little while ago. Original is under the cut.

[teamfurtress]

gotcha

[divinemackerel]

Fandom: Team Fortress 2 Pairing: Sniper/Scout Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Length: Chapters 3/3 - 21511 words in total, 5723 words in first Chapter

Tags: Scout Doesn't Know Spy Is Scout's Parent (Team Fortress 2), Autistic Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Character Study, Past Character Death, Past Relationship(s), Canon-Typical Violence, Respawn Mechanics (Team Fortress 2), Drinking & Talking

Summary:

Ever since he noticed the similarity, it has been bothering Sniper, and cropping up at the worst of times. Why do Scout’s eyes look so similar to Spy’s?

[artangelaum]

Part 3/3 of my comic inspired by @starlightsinger32 ‘s fic^^

Part 1 / Part 2

[sunnywrites2]

HELLO YOU NEED TF2 PROMPTS I NEED THOSE MERCS WE CAN HELP EACHOTHER OUT

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 watch Sniper carefully disassemble the scope of his rifle, his eyes squinted slightly behind his yellow tinted glasses as he focused. It was charming, his tongue slightly poking out from between his lips as he cleans the glass of his scope. You couldn’t help yourself, leaning forward to lightly bite into his upper arm. He stiffens up, hands immediately ceasing their movement. For a moment you worry you did something or actually hurt him…Until he shakily placed the scope on the table and practically lunged at you.

[lastchancestardomm]

TF2 SHIP NAMES

I tried to make this list as thorough as possible but I'll always take suggestions to expand it. If you want to suggest a ship for me to add it has to have a name. Also tell me if I made any typos. I am not in the TF2 shipping sphere so this probably has mistakes, too, so tell me if you spot any.

Credit to tiny-freakin-head, gailqueenoffire, electrospanz, and a handful of other users for this list of names.

Ship names in bold are the "official", or most common name. Uncommon ships will not be given an official name.

Ship names in italics were invented by one of the previously mentioned users or myself.

SCOUT

Scout/Scout — A Headache, Scoutcest

Scout/Soldier — All American Offense, Batting Helmet

Scout/Pyro — Flash Fire, Weenie Roast

Scout/Demoman — Hop Scotch

Scout/Heavy — Heavy Hitters, Heavy League

Scout/Engineer — Quick Study, Texas Two-Step

Scout/Medic — Blunt Trauma, Quick Fix

Scout/Sniper — Speeding Bullet, George Washington Clipart, Coffee 'n Cola, Quick Scope

Scout/Spy — Daddy Issues, Silent Running, Seduce Me, Frenchcest, Cloak and Batter

SOLDIER

Soldier/Scout — All American Offense, Batting Helmet

Soldier/Soldier — Sollycest, Rockethoppers

Soldier/Pyro — Fireworks, Fourth of July, Huttah Huddah

Soldier/Demoman — Boots 'n Bombs

Soldier/Heavy — Red Soldier, Cold War, Red Scare

Soldier/Engineer — Helmet Party, Rocket Science

Soldier/Medic — Fruit Scones, American Healthcare

Soldier/Sniper — American Aviators, Piss-Fueled Rockets, Mutually Assured Destruction

Soldier/Spy — Freedom Fries

PYRO

Pyro/Scout — Flash Fire, Weenie Roast

Pyro/Soldier — Fireworks, Fourth of July, Huttah Huddah

Pyro/Pyro — Huddah Huddah, Pyrocest, Twin Flames

Pyro/Demoman — Firebomb, Molotov Cocktail

Pyro/Heavy — Toasted Sandvich, Hot 'n Heavy

Pyro/Engineer — Texas Toast, Three Rubber Gloves, Firetrucks, Fire Forged

Pyro/Medic — Cauterizer, Burn Ward, Hot Pocket

Pyro/Sniper — Bush Fire, Campfire, It Burns When I Pee, Piss Unicorn

Pyro/Spy — French Toast, French Fried, Spyro

DEMOMAN

Demoman/Scout — Hop Scotch

Demoman/Soldier — Boots 'n Bombs

Demoman/Pyro — Firebomb, Molotov Cocktail

Demoman/Demoman — Double Dynamite, Democest, There Can Be Only One, 20/20 Vision

Demoman/Heavy — Red Bombs, Black Russian, Big Bang

Demoman/Engineer — Short Fuse

Demoman/Medic — Scotchtoberfest, Jaegerbombs

Demoman/Sniper — Piss Drunk, Swordvan, Bloody Drunk

Demoman/Spy — Bomb Voyage, Scottish Wine

HEAVY

Heavy/Scout — Heavy Hitters, Heavy League

Heavy/Soldier — Red Soldier, Cold War, Red Scare

Heavy/Pyro — Toasted Sandvich, Hot 'n Heavy

Heavy/Demoman — Red Bombs, Black Russian, Big Bang

Heavy/Heavy — Heavycest, Russian Front, Giant Men

Heavy/Engineer — Heavyneer, Heavy Metal

Heavy/Medic — Red Oktoberfest, Heavy Medicine, Birds 'n Bears

Heavy/Sniper — Vegemite Sandvich, Vodka Shots

Heavy/Spy — Spoovy, KGBrie, Ice Wine, Russian Roulette, Red Gauloises

ENGINEER

Engineer/Scout — Quick Study, Texas Two-Step

Engineer/Soldier — Helmet Party, Rocket Science

Engineer/Pyro — Texas Toast, Three Rubber Gloves, Firetrucks, Fire Forged

Engineer/Demoman — Short Fuse

Engineer/Heavy — Heavyneer, Heavy Metal

Engineer/Engineer — A Little More Gun, Engicest, Hoe-Down

Engineer/Medic — Science Party, Glasses and Goggles, German Engineering

Engineer/Sniper — Trucks 'n Vans, Outback Steakhouse

Engineer/Spy — Napoleon Complex, Practical Espionage

MEDIC

Medic/Scout — Blunt Trauma, Quick Fix

Medic/Soldier — Fruit Scones, American Healthcare

Medic/Pyro — Cauterizer, Burn Ward, Hot Pocket

Medic/Demoman — Scotchtoberfest, Jaegerbombs

Medic/Heavy — Red Oktoberfest, Heavy Medicine, Birds 'n Bears

Medic/Engineer — Science Party, Glasses and Goggles, German Engineering

Medic/Medic — Double Dosage, Medicest, Doppelgänger

Medic/Sniper — Bush Medicine, Vanbulance, Urine Sample, Head Over Heals

Medic/Spy — Poison Dagger, Covert Operations, Gentle Surgery

SNIPER

Sniper/Scout — Speeding Bullet, George Washington Clipart, Coffee 'n Cola, Quick Scope

Sniper/Soldier — American Aviators, Piss-Fueled Rockets, Mutually Assured Destruction

Sniper/Pyro — Bush Fire, Campfire, It Burns When I Pee, Piss Unicorn

Sniper/Demoman — Piss Drunk, Swordvan, Bloody Drunk

Sniper/Heavy — Vegemite Sandvich, Vodka Shots

Sniper/Engineer — Trucks 'n Vans, Outback Steakhouse

Sniper/Medic — Bush Medicine, Vanbulance, Urine Sample, Head Over Heals

Sniper/Sniper — Snipercest, Two Aussies One Jar

Sniper/Spy — Great Barrier Thief, French Kisses Down Under, Bloody Suit, Hide and Seek, Knife Party, Stick Figures

SPY

Spy/Scout — Daddy Issues, Silent Running, Seduce Me, Frenchcest, Cloak and Batter

Spy/Soldier — Freedom Fries

Spy/Pyro — French Toast, French Fried, Spyro

Spy/Demoman — Bomb Voyage, Scottish Wine

Spy/Heavy — Spoovy, KGBrie, Ice Wine, Russian Roulette, Red Gauloises

Spy/Engineer — Napoleon Complex, Practical Espionage

Spy/Medic — Poison Dagger, Covert Operations, Gentle Surgery

Spy/Sniper — Great Barrier Thief, French Kisses Down Under, Bloody Suit, Hide and Seek, Knife Party, Stick Figures

Spy/Spy — Spycest, En Doublè Baguette, Double Agents, Cloak and Dagger

OTHER SHIPS

Scout/Miss Pauling — Prom, Ride-Along, Scoutling, Swing and a Miss, Boston Legal, Caught Looking

Soldier/Merasmus — Magic Missiles

Soldier/Zhanna — Maggot Bear

Heavy/TFC Heavy — Russian Front

Medic/Miss Pauling — Spectacle Psychopaths

Medic/TFC Heavy — Cold Oktoberfest

Medic/Satan — Infernal Medicine

TFC Medic/TFC Heavy — Heal and Steel

Sniper/Saxton Hale — Blowing the Sax

Sniper/Bronislava — Koala Bear, Snapshots

Sniper/Sniper's Kangaroo Wife — Australian Zoology

TFC Sniper/TFC Engineer — Classic Trucks 'n Vans

Spy/Miss Pauling — Double Agents, Papercuts

Spy/Scout's Ma — Pornography Starring Your Mother, SpyMa

Miss Pauling/The Administrator — AdminPauling

THREESOMES

Heavy/Medic/Scout — Putting Up With The Brat

Engineer/Sniper/Spy — Slashed Tires

Engineer/Pyro/Sniper — Hot Rods

Pyro/Engineer/Spy — Crossfaction, Texas French Fries

Sniper/Medic/Spy — Support Sandwich

Heavy/Demoman/Engineer — Defense Debauchery

Scout/Pyro/Soldier — Offense Orgy

Scout/Soldier/Engineer — American Pie, America! Fuck Yeah!

Medic/Heavy/Sniper — Beaux & Arrows

Demoman/Sniper/Scout — Exploding Australian Rabbit

Soldier/Medic/Spy — War Games

Scout/Heavy/Spy — Father Mistakes

Soldier/Demoman/Engineer — War Specs, Steelworks Trio

Medic/Pyro/Sniper — Evaporated Medicine

Demoman/Heavy/Spy — Mixed Drinks

Sniper/Demoman/Spy — Bloody Plaid Suit, International Espionage

Heavy/Medic/Heavy — Heavy Medicine

Spy/Heavy/Medic — KGBrie

Demoman/Engineer/Spy — Smooth Texas Whiskey

OTHER THREESOME SHIPS

Demoman/Sniper/Tentaspy — Swordfish, Australian Drunk Tentacles

Sniper/Saxton Hale/Maggie — Australiancest, Australianfest

FOURSOMES (OR MORE)

All of the Mercs — Meet the Team, Merc Party, Merc Pile

[the-jade-jester27]

Decided to make another one of these cause the other one got buried so

✨ TF2 ship name list ✨

Engie

A little more gun, brokeback mountain, Hoe-Down, OSHA violation - Engie x engie

Science party, glasses and' goggles, genetic engineering, German engineering - Engie x medic

Heavy metal, brains n' brawns - Engie x heavy

Trucks n' vans, outback steakhouse - Engie x sniper

Quick study, scatterbrains, Texas two step - Engie x scout

Short fuse, brains n' bombs - Engie x demo

Helmet party, rocket science - Engie x soldier

Texas toast, three rubber gloves, firetrucks, fire forged - Engie x pyro

Napoleon complex, practical espionage, knives n' knowledge - Engie x spy

Medic

Science party, glasses and' goggles, genetic engineering, German engineering - Medic x engineer

Double dosage, emergency room - Medic x medic

Red Oktoberfest, birds n' bears - Medic x heavy

Bush medicine, vanbulance, hearts n' headshots, piss sample - Medic x sniper

Blunt trauma, quick fix - Medic x scout

Scotchtoberfest, jagerbomb - Medic x demo

Fruit scones, ethics violation, rabies shot - Medic x soldier

Burn ward, hot pocket - Medic x pyro

Gentle surgery, poison dagger - Medic x spy

Heavy

Heavy metal, brains n' brawns - Heavy x engineer

Red Oktoberfest, birds n' bears - Heavy x medic

Russian front - Heavy x heavy

Vegemite sandwich, vodka shots - Heavy x sniper

Heavy hitters, mice n' men - Heavy x scout

Big bang, red bombs - Heavy x demo

Cold war, red scare - Heavy x soldier

Hot n' heavy, roasted sandvich - Heavy x pyro

Iced wine, Russian roulette - Heavy x spy

Sniper

Trucks n' vans, outback steakhouse - Sniper x engineer

Bush medicine, vanbulance, hearts n' headshots, piss sample - Sniper x medic

Vegemite sandwich, vodka shots - Sniper x heavy

Necklace o' teeth, two Aussies one jar - Sniper x sniper

Speeding bullet, quick scope, coffee n' cola - Sniper x scout

Swordvan, bloody drunk, kaboomerang - Sniper x demo

American aviators, mutually assured destruction - Sniper x soldier

Bushfire, campfire, hot shots - Sniper x pyro

Knife party, bloody suit, French kisses, down under, great barrier thief - Sniper x spy

Missed shots, piss mauling - Sniper x miss pauling

Scout

Quick study, scatterbrains, Texas two step - Scout x engineer

Blunt trauma, quick fix - Scout x medic

Heavy hitters, mice n' men - Scout x heavy

Speeding bullet, quick scope, coffee n' cola - Scout x sniper

A headache, brats n' bats - Scout x scout

Hop scotch - Scout x demo

All American offense, batting helmet - Scout x soldier

Flash fire, weenie roast - Scout x pyro

Swing and a miss - Scout x miss pauling

Demo

Short fuse, brains n' bombs - Demo x engineer

Scotchtoberfest, jagerbomb - Demo x medic

Big bang, red bombs - Demo x heavy

Swordvan, bloody drunk, kaboomerang - Demo x sniper

Hop scotch - Demo x scout

Double dynamite, 2020 vision - Demo x demo

Boots n' bombs - Demo x soldier

Firebomb, Molotov cocktail - Demo x pyro

Bomb voyage, Scottish wine, detonators and daggers - Demo x spy

Soldier

Helmet party, rocket science - Soldier x engineer

Fruit scones, ethics violation, rabies shot - Soldier x medic

Cold war, red scare - Soldier x heavy

American aviators, mutually assured destruction - Soldier x sniper

All American offense, batting helmet - Soldier x scout

Boots n' bombs - Soldier x demo

Screaming eagles, rockethoppers - Soldier x soldier

Fireworks, fourth of July - Soldier x pyro

Freedom fries - Soldier x spy

Pyro

Texas toast, three rubber gloves, firetrucks, fire forged - Pyro x engineer

Burn ward, hot pocket - Pyro x medic

Hot n' heavy, roasted sandvich - Pyro x heavy

Bushfire, campfire, hot shots - Pyro x sniper

Flash fire, weenie roast - Pyro x scout

Firebomb, Molotov cocktail - Pyro x demo

Fireworks, fourth of July - Pyro x soldier

Twin flames - Pyro x pyro

French toast, French fries - Pyro x spy

Missfire, Cesium - Pyro x miss pauling

Spy

Napoleon complex, practical espionage, knives n' knowledge - Spy x engineer

Gentle surgery, poison dagger - Spy x medic

Iced wine, Russian roulette - Spy x heavy

Knife party, bloody suit, French kisses, down under, great barrier thief - Spy x sniper

Bomb voyage, Scottish wine, detonators and daggers - Spy x demo

Freedom fries - Spy x soldier

French toast, French fries - Spy x pyro

Double agent, cloak & dagger, double entendre - Spy x spy

Miss. Pauling

Missfire, Cesium - Miss Pauling x Pyro

Swing and a miss - Miss Pauling x scout

Missed shots, piss mauling - Miss Pauling x sniper

Kentucky fried femslash, hits and misses - Miss Pauling x fried chicken lady

This is an ongoing list that I will be adding to when I find more ship names/ whenever people give me names to add

As an extra note, I will likely not be putting poly ships on the list purely because of the fact that it would get even more difficult to find ship names within the list as it already is

In the future I might make a separate list or section of this post but not right now

[scr11bles]

Hiii!

Can I get f!Reader x sniper tf2 who ordered Irish coded with a side of black forest gateau ?

order up for anon! wanna order something for yourself? here's the menu!

- irish coffee: "Fuck, that's a good girl." + black forest gateau: cockwarming

cw: poor attempt at an australian accent through writing

word count: 1,957

(MDNI below the cut!!)

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The climb to Sniper's nest was always a difficult one, and it always led you to be weak in the knees and out of breath. Gasping for air, you ascend to the last rung, your boots thudding against the creaking wooden flooring of the nest. At the sound, Sniper's head whips around and stares at you from behind his dark aviator shades, making you freeze in place as his sharp eyes always seem to put you off and cause your heart to stutter.

"Let's get to it, there's an extra rifle over there."

Right- The reason you were up here in the first place. Your class was, for a less of a better term, a jack of-all trades. You've spent time with all the other mercs and learned their skills, able to replicate their duties to a t. Now it was Sniper's turn to teach you, and honestly, you were more excited to spend time with him than the others. Sure, you didn't really spend the most time with him since you joined the team, but that didn't mean you haven't acknowledged each other. A few shared packs of ammunition during battles here and leftover coffee from the pot for the other there, the two of you really just helped each other through the courtesy of being teammates. At least that's what you chalked it up to.

You grab the spare rifle off of one of the crates nearby, fidgeting with it in your hands and inspecting the weapon before walking over to Sniper and sitting down on the stool next to his. You glance at at the man next to you expectantly, nervously glancing at the him before you see him nod to your hold on the rifle. Lifting up the rifle you hold it steady, peering down the scope and looking out of the large opening where a window used to be, noticing the various targets scattered around the grounds below. Your body jerks when you feel Sniper place his hand on your back, and you swear you could hear him let out a quiet huff of a laugh, but chalk it up to your nerves, letting your teammate adjust your posture into a straight one.

"You want a straight back and squared shoulders, otherwise the kick will make ya' hurt.

You nod your head, immediately taking a brief note in your head at his instruction, and pull back from your view down the scope and glance at Sniper before noticing that he's bringing his other had up and adjusting your hold on the rifle. Fighting the urge to squirm as you watch his much larger hand and long fingers curl over yours, you watch intently, somewhat paying attention to how he changes where your grip stays on the rifle. Sniper stares at your hold around the gun with narrowed eyes behind his shades before he grunts and nods his head to the targets out the opening below.

"Alrigh', try to take a shot."

Sniper mumbles next to you, moving his gaze out towards the targets as you peer down the scope and pick a one. It isn't like you haven't shot a gun before, but for some reason the pressure to make this shot felt especially intense. With a quick inhale and a slow exhale you squeeze the trigger, feeling the rifle kick back into your shoulder while watching the bullet fly out towards the target, missing it by a hair and running into the dirt while kicking up dust around it. Embarrassment floods through your veins and you don't even dare look at Sniper. Sure, you didn't think you'd be perfect right away- but completely missing the target? Fuck.

"S'alright roo, wasn't much of a shot either when I started out."

And there it was, that little nickname he gave you after your time of being on the team. Sure, it was probably just a friendly term of endearment between friends, but damn did it make you flustered. You swallow nervously and nod your head, sending him a small glance before reloading quickly and picking another target. Following your same routine of breathing in and out, you squeeze the trigger again, flinching at the kickback while watching the bullet whizz through the air and hit the target straight on. Headshot.

"There she is- nice shot roo."

Sniper places a hand on your shoulder and jostles you, a small rare smirk tugging at his lips as he looks down at you. You give the man a lopsided smile back, glancing back forwards and scoping in once more, picking a farther target and swiftly reloading before pulling the trigger. Once more, the shot whiffs and drills into the dirt, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. You scowl and curse under your breath and actually hear Sniper chuckle audibly at your response to missing, keeping his hand on your shoulder and squeezing it.

"You got it. Again."

And that's how it went for a few solid hours, missing and successfully hitting headshots along with Sniper's guidance. After another solid headshot on one of the farthest targets, Sniper glances down at you, simply watching the focused triumphant look that spreads across your face when you aim for the kill. The man clears his throat and looks away from you, tipping the brim of his hat up with his thumb and adjusting his aviators before breaking your concentrating silence.

"You're gettin' good roo. But can you handle distractions?"

Sniper questions, making you furrow your eyebrows and glance up at him. Distractions? Like gunfire and explosions, teammates screaming for a medic?- you ask him. Sniper makes a 'kinda' gesture with his hand before moving it to your shoulder once more before trailing it down to the small of your back. Oh. Those kinds of distractions. You swallow shakily and shake your head; no, you haven't had these kinds of distractions before, but who said they were unwanted? Sniper smirks softly and moves his hand to shift underneath your shirt, the man chuckling to himself as he sees and feels the goosebumps spreading across your skin immediately from his touch. Sniper snakes his hand around to your stomach, thumbing the fabric of your pants and underwear before pushing his hand down beneath them, brushing his calloused fingers over your clit. When you jerk and stifle your moan, Sniper tsks at you and grabs your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes forwards.

"Uh-uh I still need to see you firin', love. Get to it."

With a pathetic groan you oblige, trying to still your shaking hands as Sniper moves his fingers through your wet folds, praying to whoever resides above that your face isn't visible burning right now while you hold back your sounds from escaping your lips. You right your position, squaring your shoulders and straightening your back as you prepare to take a shot at one of the farther targets in the distance, aligning your shot with shaky arms and exhaling as you squeeze the trigger. At the last second of your movement, Sniper pushes one of his fingers into you, making you gasp and twitch which causes your grip to falter and your arms to shift. The bullet you fired misses by a long shot, making you grit your teeth and turn to glare at Sniper who just looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Better adapt, roo. We can't have you gettin' distracted out there."

With a groan you reload shakily, letting the faintest of whimpers escape past your lips as Sniper pushed another finger into you. You feel your body twitch and squeeze around him as he starts to move his fingers, his long digits pressing into your sweet spot that makes you keen. You whimper as you look down the scope of the rifle once more, trying to slow your breathing in an attempt to soothe your beating heart as you pick a target in the distance, desperately trying to ignore the way Sniper's fingers reach every sensitive nook and cranny inside of you.

When you squeeze the trigger to shoot, Sniper thrusts his fingers into you, making sure to drag his fingertips across the sweet spongy spot in your cunt. While the action does make you jerk, you bite your bottom lip and steel your hold on the rifle in your hands, ensuring that the bullet keeps forwards. With the sound of a sharp crack in the distance, you're able see through the cloud of dust where you see that your shot went straight through the target's head; headshot.

"Looks like we're adjusted to that already. C'mere then, love."

Sniper whistles lowly as he looks at your shot in the distance, withdrawing his fingers from your dripping pussy and licking them before he starts to undo his belt haphazardly and undo his pants as well. He takes his weeping cock from out of his pants, smirking and chuckling lightly at the look on your face- like you want to devour him. Sniper grabs your wrist and forces you to stand up in front of him, his deft fingers making quick work of your pants and panties before he tugs you into his lap so you face the same way he does.

Sniper rests his chin on your shoulder, his warm breath ghosting the back of your ear as he guides himself into you slowly. You feel him go all the way to the hilt, your legs twitching as he fills you completely and then some. As your cunt twitches around Sniper, he groans into your neck, moving his hands up to rest over yours as you continue to hold the rifle in your grasp.

"Let's keep at it, yeah roo? Get some good shots in and I'll move f' ya."

With that incentive, you inhale and exhale shakily while reloading with shaky hands, watching how Sniper's hands go along with your movements as he rests his hands above yours. You attempt to straighten your back but squirm as you feel the new angle Sniper's cock hits you at from the change, causing a low whimper to emit from your throat as you look down the scope of the rifle in your hands to pick a target to shoot at. With a sharp gasp, you hastily pull the trigger after aiming correctly. Despite Sniper suddenly bucking his hips up into yours, thinking you'd crack under his pressure of movements, you stay (somewhat) collected and keep your arms steady. A sharp crack sounding through the air as the bullet flies toward the target, hitting it dead on the targets head.

"Fuck, that's a good girl. excellent shot."

Sniper purrs deep into your ear, the praise making your limbs feel like jello as he lazily thrusts his hips up into yours, giving you the stimulation you craved as you sit wrapped around his cock. Your teammate nuzzles into your neck, giving your throat a soft nip while he squeezes your wrist.

"How about two more, yeah?"

Sniper smirks into your neck and grumbles out his words, only allowing you to nod your head in response as you reload once more. Just as you exhale to take your shot, Sniper snakes one of his hands down to brush over your clit in tandem with short thrusts. the new movements make your arms grow weak, your grip on the rifle loosening as you pull the trigger. The bullet flies far away from your intended target, burying itself into the rocky ground in a cloud of dirt and dust. You hear Sniper chuckle into your neck as his fingers continue to draw lazy circles on your clit, making your body twitch and convulse with each brush.

"Too bad roo. Gimme four more now."

You're not gonna last like this if he keeps playing this game. Though, you think he won't really either.

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sorry for the blueballs ahh cutoff, i have more requests that i wanna get out tonight. ps: i love sniper he is my favorite despite the pee jar situation

[ladyhoneydarlinglove]

one piece drabble | zosan | pride kisses 2025 challenge

{ SEDUCTIVE KISS | TF2 AU }

Sanji first receives the tip from Sniper, who swears up and down that he saw it through his scope during yesterday's fighting at the Dustbowl.

"You're sure they were kissing?" Sanji asks, unable to help his skepticism. He's done his due diligence as BLU's Spy finding out all that he can about the RED mercs, and nowhere in his dossier of intel is there so much as a hint of a relationship between their Spy and Demoman. Everything that Sanji has on him suggests that the RED Spy is as much of a ladies man as he is, and even if he does occasionally bat for the other team, surely such a refined gentleman would have better taste than to shack up with a grubby, soot-stained Demoman?

But Sniper is insistent. "Look, maybe it wasn't kissing, but it was definitely some kind of canoodling. Their heads were bowed together and their mouths were all close and it definitely looked like they were about to kiss."

"So you didn't actually see it happen," Sanji says flatly.

"Well no, but—"

"Then why, pray tell, should I believe you, Sniper?" Sanji sighs, taking a drag off his cigarette. "You do have a tendency towards exaggeration, after all."

"I know, I know, but this time I'm not lying, I swear!" Sniper says. "Look, I'm not saying you have to do anything about it right away, but just watch them. I know what I saw."

Sanji’s not terribly inclined to believe him, though he keeps the tip tucked away in the back of his mind, just in case. But the longer time goes on—the more he watches the RED Spy and Demoman—the more Sanji has to concede that Sniper might have been on to something.

It's subtle, which Sanji would expect from a professional like the RED Spy. Less so from their brash, brazen, alcoholic cyclops of a Demoman, but then again, Sanji supposes that he must be capable of some delicacy, or otherwise he wouldn't be dealing with explosives. As his own team's mossheaded, irritating-as-fuck Demoman is so often keen to point out, no one’s ever heard of a bad Demoman because bad Demomen don’t tend to live very long. So perhaps it makes sense that when it comes to any clandestine partnerships, a Demoman would be good at keeping things under wraps.

But nonetheless, the signs are there. They're found on the battlefield together more often than not, at least when the RED Spy isn't busy skulking behind enemy lines; certainly more than Sanji could ever be paid to be found with his bastard of a Demoman, whom he dreams about being able to knife in the back. If one of them dies, the other is quick to figure out who did it and enact their bloody revenge, which Sanji supposes he can respect from a personal point of view if not a professional one. And once, when Sanji was trying to infiltrate his way into RED's side of the Well, he saw them… Canoodling, as Sniper had put it. Not kissing, not even really being intimate in any discernible way; but standing shoulder to shoulder, heads pressed in close, voices soft as they spoke. Sanji wasn't near enough to hear exactly what they were saying, but his lip reading has always been top notch, and he'd bet money that the RED Spy called the Demo 'mon amour'.

He finally gets a chance to test the theory for himself on a day spent fighting over briefcases at 2fort. The RED mercs have a tendency to rotate through who guards their intelligence more evenly than the BLUs, and when Sanji catches a brief glimpse of the RED Spy trying to breach BLU's lines while also not being able to find the RED Demoman out on the battlefield, he knows that must mean he's by the Briefcase Room, waiting to rain explosives down on anyone that gets close. Waste of a Demoman's explosive potential, in Sanji's opinion, but if the REDs want to be idiots about their defensive strategy, Sanji's certainly not going to complain.

Sure enough, he finds the one-eyed explosives expert stalking up and down the hallway leading to the safe room, wielding what looks to be a custom-built grenade launcher rather than the stock Mann. Co garbage and scowling like he'd rather be anywhere else in the world. Probably pissed that he isn't getting to blow anything within line-of-sight to kingdom come, which Sanji hopes will work in his favor as he slips into disguise. Not that he really thinks he needs the extra luck; he and the RED Spy have such similar mannerisms already that imitating him comes almost as naturally to Sanji as breathing, and if the RED Demo is anything like BLU's (and Sanji's pretty sure that he is), he won't have a whole lot going on upstairs anyway.

Sanji rounds the corner of the hallway, making sure to let his footsteps fall loud enough to announce his presence. He sees the line of Demo's shoulders tense as he looks up and catches sight of Sanji in his RED Spy disguise; his finger twitching on the grenade launcher's trigger, but he doesn't pull it. Instead, his brow furrows.

"Spy?" he asks, head tilting curiously as he leans back against the wall. "What are you doing here?"

"Mon amour," Sanji replies with a charming smile, nearly laughing out loud when Demo's gaze falls to the side, clearly embarrassed at the pet name; this is going to be easier than Sanji thought. "Thought I'd check up on you, since I'm sure you're about to blow yourself up from boredom."

Demo rolls his eye. "Ha ha," he says flatly. "More like you're here to taunt me since I'm stuck playing guard duty."

Sanji grins, half-lidded and a little sultry. "A man can do both, can't he?" he says in a tone nearing a purr, thrilled when Demo's shoulders hunch and his scowl morphs into a rather bashful half-smile. If Sanji weren't straight as an arrow, he'd almost be inclined to call it cute.

"Don't you have better things to do than annoy me?" Demo grumbles, without any heat.

"Of course, mon amour," Sanji says, sidling up to him. Demo's back is still against the wall so Sanji can't stab him quite yet, but he's sure he can get there with a little patience. "But since I'm already here…"

He trails off, mouth quirking suggestively since his eyebrows are hidden by his mask. Demo frowns for a second, and then his eye goes wide. This close, Sanji can see it's a rather pretty shade of hazel-grey; shame to waste such a nice color on such a brute.

"What, here?" Demo asks. "We're working."

Ah, Sanji thinks, so there are some ground rules for their entanglement. That will be good to know for the future. For now, he simply shrugs.

"Just a kiss, then. Since there's no one else around."

Demo's brow furrows as he chews on his lip, considering. For a brief moment, Sanji's almost worried that his ploy isn't going to work after all, but then Demo sighs and says. "Okay. Just a quick one, though; we are on the clock."

Sanji has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from grinning too broadly.

"If you insist," he murmurs, leaning in to place a soft peck on Demo's lips. 

Sanji intends to be the one to deepen the kiss after an appropriately teasing pause, but to his surprise, the RED Demo all but melts against him, mouth going slack against Sanji's own and one hand coming up to fist in the front of Sanji's suit. Sanji goes with it, licking into Demo's mouth which is… Not as disgusting as he thought it'd be given the amount of alcohol he's seen the explosives expert consume, if Sanji's being honest. In fact, it kind of tastes like toothpaste.

Demo lets out a pleased sigh and suddenly Sanji finds himself being shifted so that he's the one with his back against the wall, with Demo pressed all along his front as he continues to kiss him with increasing fervor. Sanji can't help grinning into the kiss as he reaches one hand up to thread itself under Demo's bandana and into his (surprisingly fluffy) hair while carefully sliding his butterfly knife out of his sleeve with the other, only to freeze as a sound rings out in the relative quiet of the empty hallway—

A pin, dropping against the concrete floor.

Sanji wrenches himself away from the kiss and looks down in horror to see a live grenade trapped between the RED Demo's chest and his. Demo barks out a laugh, and when Sanji looks back up, he sees that his bashful smile has been replaced by something sharp-toothed, mean, and vaguely feral.

"You didn't really think it was gonna be that easy, did you, BLU?" the RED Demo asks, voice low and sultry in a way completely at odds with the fact that they're about to be blown to smither-fucking-reens.

"Are you insane?"  Sanji hisses, lashing out wildly as he struggles to free himself from the RED Demo's grip. "If you don't let me go we're both going to die!"

"Mmm, true," Demo concedes with a rather manic gleam in his hazel-grey eye. "But my respawn point is about fifty yards that way. Yours, on the other hand, is all the way back on your side of 2fort. Seems like a pretty easy call, don't you think?"

"I think that you’re crazy!" Sanji spits as he fights against Demo’s hold, but the bastard is fucking strong—Sanji might as well be fighting a brick wall for all the good it's doing him. "Are you seriously going to blow yourself up along with me?"

"Yup," the RED Demo says, in the same kind of calm, collected tone that one might use to comment on the weather. Sanji tries to headbutt him, and gets what feels like a steel reinforced forehead to the nose for his efforts.

"Oh, and by the way," the RED Demo cackles as Sanji curses him out in every language he knows while blood starts streaming from his nostrils, "since this was such a pathetic fucking attempt at espionage, I'll give you this as a freebie: it's not 'mon amour', it's 'marimo'."

Sanji doesn't even get a chance to ask what the ever loving fuck 'marimo' means before the grenade explodes.

[jermer10]

i really liked your yandere sniper! could you do a oneshot? fluff or smut is fine and you don't have to do it :) -

TF2 his prize | sniper x reader

18+ only, afab reader | thank you so much for the ask anon!!!! i am NOT the best at yandere, but i put my heart n soul into this for u <3

tw: sexual content, somnophilia, stalking, yandere, noncon that turns consensual, hunt/prey dynamic, kidnapping

drabbles under the cut :P

He could stare at you for hours. Hours, and hours, and hours. You were pristine, soft, clean. You keep yourself looking good for him, he knows it. He sees the way you strip to nothing in your room, tits bouncing as you squeeze into your cute little pyjamas. You lived with your curtains wide open, something he had a love-hate relationship with. How many other men sat in the apartment across the street, staring at your figure through the scope of a gun? Probably not many, but the thought still enraged him. Mundy wanted you all to himself, he wanted to earn you, to indulge in the hunt. He didn't want you to gift yourself to him, not like you had to the other people in your life. He amount of people he killed for you, for less than cheap sex, for less than treating you shitty. For less than a dirty look.

Tonight was the night he was going to win you. He had begun to make himself known, lingering too long in your peripheral vision, becoming sloppy when exploring your apartment, leaving your window open, using your shower. He reveled in the way you begun to take precautions, and the way he had managed to avoid getting caught. You setup cameras, looked over your shoulder more often, made sure to check your locks multiple times. Tonight, it would all become worth something. He knew you were asleep, 2 years of monitoring you and he was certain of your sleeping patterns. The window slid with ease, you had likely forgotten to lock it, but to him this was a sign of surrender.

Mundy entered your room swiftly and quietly, making sure he had left the window opened slightly. If you did awake, he would need a quick exit strategy. He couldn't bring it to himself to kill you, so getting caught and running away whilst you were still in a groggy state was preferable. The smell of perfume hit him first. Then the feeling of the carpet beneath this shoes. Then the sight of you. Your face was scrunched in a sort of desperate, needy way. Eyes shut tight, hips grinding into the pillow between your legs. His cock stood at full attention, uncomfortably rubbing against the fabric of his pants. He wondered if you were dreaming about him? He wondered if the excitement of having a stalker ever turned you on? He crept behind you, sliding his pants down to his ankles, pulling his throbbing dick out from his boxer shorts.

He spat in his hand, and began to stroke the length. It was all too exciting for him, his breath came out short and hot, light sighs and moans extruded from his throat. This wasn't the first time he had masturbated over your sleeping form, but it was the first where he had the intention of fucking you. Precum dribbled from his dick into his hand, which he used as lube. He didn't typically enjoy edging himself, but the thought of finally being able to feel you wrap around him almost pushed him over. He had to regain his composure, cock twitching in dissatisfaction. "Lucky fuckin' pillow..." He mumbled annoyed, listening intently to your quiet moans. He was sure you were close, he had to act fast.

The creaking of the bed under his added weight should have been enough alone to wake you. He cringed at the sound, but your moans did not cease. Mundy almost ripped your shorts off of you in anticipation, the sight of your bare pussy up close could have made him cum then and there if not for his unwavering determination to fuck you. You were already slick with wetness, and Mundy was sick of waiting. He slid his length in, one hand on his cock and the other on your hip, slowly and deliberately. You stirred, mewling as he stretched you open. You felt so gummy, so tight around him. Mundy couldn't take it, this was his one chance and he wasn't going to waste it. He thrust into you sharply, you cried out. It was a wonder how you were still sleeping during this, he considered it a miracle.

Well, he knew you weren't going to be asleep for long. He thrust into you a second time, cock spasming at the sound of your throaty moans. Then again, and again, and again. He couldn't hold back, hands ravaging your body. He laid behind you, on his side, and as uncomfortable the position was, he didn't care. Mundy was pussy drunk, unrelenting and cruel. You shortly awoke, feeling his hands gripping onto your tits and the feeling of his dick rearranging your guts. You wanted to scream, to cry, to fight off the man behind you. You knew it was him, your stalker. But a part of you found the whole ordeal....exciting. More exciting than any mentally sound person should.

Mundy didn't notice you, and if he did, he didn't seem to care. He drove into you, the feeling was unbearably harsh, you were unbearably warm, you were in pain, and yet it all felt so good. Moans drawn from your already sore throat, your hands gripped the side of the bed and your eyes squeezed shut as you began to hit your orgasm. A low, reverberating moan from the stranger behind you and you were undone, walls spasming around his cock, a high pitched squeal emitting from you. Your breathing was heavy, exhausted. Mundy came shortly after, pulling out and spilling onto your back and bedsheets.

You were an even better fuck than he could have imagined, how could he bear to let anyone else experience you this way? To let anyone else have you? And so, a calculated decision was made. You awoke in a room you had never seen before, arms and legs bound to a beam in the middle of the cold, plain room. A stranger walked in, no, not a stranger, it was him.

[tf2occontest]

The Trapper (Angel) VS The Jack of All Trades, Wolfgang Stahl (+ "Bluey")

(Full matchup list here)

Alright team, here's a recap: This is a contest to determine who amongst you will take the top of the leaderboards and be hired at TFI! Simply put, whoever gets the most votes gets to move on, and whoever doesn't... Well. They'll be put down swiftly and cleanly. :}

So, mann your stations, because here are your next contestants! Vote for your favorite mercenary who you want to win the TF2 OC Contest! - P

OC INFO UNDER THE CUT!

We highly encourage you to take a peek to make your decision!

The Trapper (Angel)

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Trapper is a very paranoid man. Due to past events, his paranoia has gone from simple anxiety to hallucinations and very bad schizophrenia. Mann Co, using this against him, has put him on the field and used his quick to shoot mental state to fight. He’s usually a quiet guy, despite his loud appearance. He can get upset quite fast though, thinking people are always after him and will always attack, trust is not easily earned and is very easily broken. Mann Co. has prescribed him medications to “keep his paranoia calm”. They don’t actually do that. The medications keep his paranoia on edge, his adrenaline always pumping, always hallucinating. He’s only allowed to skip doses on ceasefire days as to not ruin his tremendously high kill count.

Aside from his lore, I feel like Trapper’s quick thinking should let him win! He’s a very lovable guy when he's not screaming his head off. Plus look at those big ol puppy eyes!!! His game mechanics are mostly listed in his ref, and yes, Engineer was the one to build his current prosthetic!! He has an hesitant relationship with most the mercs, but he’s not fully distrusting of them. He’s so sillay he deserves a nice big cup of chocolate milk. I love him and you should too!!!

The Jack of All Trades, Wolfgang Stahl (+ "Bluey")

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Image credit: @/mickmundane

You know him, you love him--it's everybody's favorite everyman, the one-of-a-kind Wolfgang Q. Stahl! This Jack of All Trades hails from the great state of Arizona, but don't get it twisted--he's no Phonecian. A veteran of war and a helping hand, this middle-aged man has climbed mountains great and small for work, and it seemed to him like TFI would be the next best place to be!

At least, that's one half of the story.

Was his life stolen from him, or did a twisted reflection follow him down from that lonely mountain peak? What happens to the parts of yourself that you ignore, run from, and leave behind? The anger and grief that you sowed--not for the world, but for yourself--will come back to haunt you, face-to-face. It's only a matter of time.

Keep your chin up, Stahl. We'll look out for each other.

In gameplay, The Jack of All Trades is marketed as “a class for the multiclasser”, a Support class which offers a varied but sometimes laid-back fill-in-the-gaps type gameplay experience for any of those micromanagers on your ideal team. He comes provided with his own stock weapons, including:

Primary - Scoped Shotgun ; Based on the Remington 870 hunting shotgun with a scope attached. Range is limited compared to stock Sniper but can still pack a well-aimed punch when scoped or unscoped.

Secondary - Dual Pistols ; Based on the 60’s Browning Hi-Power pistol. Dual wielded with a slower shooting speed but higher ammo capacity & caliber compared to stock Scout.

Melee - Hunting Knife ; Serrated Buck knife with his family name engraved on the handle. -75% Health upon backstab.

The Jack of All Trades is made a unique class due to his gimmick item:

Gimmick - The Backpack ; Can hold and use up to five items from ANY other class (Ex. Picking up a dropped Engineer Wrench to repair a dispenser), as well as hold or use ammo crates or medkits. 

The Backpack would open a HUD upon selection with five slots to choose from, and any items within can be used either for yourself or distributed to other teammates. Got a Scout in need of healing but no Medic around? Pass a spare medkit to him. The Pyro wants to try the Backburner an enemy dropped on death but you got to it first? May as well hand it over!

Upon spawning or respawning into a match the Backpack will generate with a random assortment of items (or nothing at all if your RNG is bad enough), but cannot be refilled by supply closets. If you want to refill your bag without dying, you’ve got to pick it up from enemy (or ally) drops yourself.

In baseline TF2 gameplay, swapping out weapons from fallen enemies of the same class is already an existing mechanic--this just takes advantage of that. Any weapons you pick up as a JOAT also only have the remaining ammo of that weapon, and when that is depleted, they’re no longer usable and will disappear from the Backpack.

Yes, this does include throwables like Jarate or Mad Milk--or sometimes even a special new throwable, the Blood Bag! Whose blood is it? It’s his. :] He has O- and is very proud of that.

[sugarandspyce]

Oh no Snipes, where's your hat?! (Scout hid it)

It took me a week but,, hey! I finished it! Just two fellas chilling at badwater.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Not mobility aid, but I do have a headcanon that one of the reasons why Sniper is always wearing his aviators and hat is because he's got hypersensitive vision. He gets extremely dizzy and bothered by bright light, so he keeps his glasses on.

Sometimes I project myself onto Scout and have him deal with chronic dehydration and vertigo. I, myself, have both of those. I'm always extremely dehydrated and I have long waves of dizziness that can increase in intensity or decrease as my day goes on. But I'm almost always dealing with dizziness of some kind. My dehydration came from having an eating disorder for so long that my body just kinda.. messed everything up?? One of the things that messed with my guts was drinking nothing but coke cans. Knowing Scout drinks Bonk so often, I'd imagine he picks up the same problems I have. I usually try to drink water through my water filter bottle, but I often turn to Gatorade for a quick help.

Also, I love the idea of Soldier with hearing aids. That just makes sense, y'know?

Oh, I love all your ideas so much!! I'm sorry this took so long to answer, but I wanted to think about it before replying :)

I've had a lot of people tell me in my inbox about your headcanon with Sniper and his aviators, and honestly, you guys are so real /pos!! As someone who has eyes as weak as shining a flashlight during a sunny day, even just looking at a bright screen gives me massive headaches so my phone brightness is constantly at 10 or 20 percent :'(

I imagine working in a loud, overstimulating battlefield with the bright sun smouldering everything; and having to strain your eyes focusing and unfocusing through the scope must be a stimulation nightmare for Sniper. His aviators probably soften the edge of his headache, and also probably his hat for shade!! Something I personally like to do is doing little eyes "stretches" from time to time, like looking at smth 20ft away for a minute, and then 10 ft, and then 5ft etc... do you think Sniper has to use eyedrops too?? Maybe he doesn't blink enough because he always needs to have his eye peeled for headshots and spies.

I also really like your Scout headcanon because AUGH I also never drink enough!!! But for different reasons, I just never really feel thirsty and only drink when absolutely necessary, so I end up drinking like a cup every two days :( I also like your idea of the dehydration being because of his insane BONK consumption because it makes a lot of sense for him to have that problem, and it seems pretty realistic

Anyways, thank u for sending me ur tf2 disability ideas, and remember to drink water!! I love u <3

[artangelaum]

A little idea I had from reading @starlightsinger32 ‘s fic: “Marry You?” on Ao3

May be OOC!

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