#Mick Mundy x reader

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

How would the mercs react to their s/o trying to write them a love poem?

:)

Ok, I'm not good at all with sappy stuff but let me give it a try. @blubushie (for mention of sniper. go crazy buddy.)

Demo: Demo is very emotionally backed up so it would take him a good long while for him to actually understand the deeper meaning of the poem. But when he does he wont really know how to react. He'd sort of stand around and wait for his S/O to ask him about it again so he could give them praises while he hugs them. If the opportunity doesn't arrive he'd probably try and write one back (badly) so they can bring it up.

Engie: Engie would start a little war between him and his partner. Its a gesture game baby and this man is king of subtlety. Though for love he's a bit of a show off. The more heated this fluffy little competition gets the more he amps it up. He's likely gonna try and show off with an invention or a song that'll knock the socks off of his S/O. Then he'd feel accomplished enough to lie down with 'em and whisper just how much all that stuff meant.

Heavy: Heavy is very poetic himself, though its a lot harder for him to explain it in English. Theres a lot of metaphor in his work he would have to explain to his S/O and thats easier said than done. He's very much a show don't tell sort of guy so why would he be any different in delivery. If they speak Russian rest assured that letter will return every bit of love reflected at him.

Medic: Oh boy Lutz would tease them so hard, he's so mean but he loves them very much. He's not at all used to this fluffy stuff and would scoff if anyone else did it. But with them? Of course he loves the goofy prose and obvious infatuation they have with him, how could he not? He loves every bit of the attention and will make sure to prove it by being plenty affectionate throughout the week.

Pyro: Pyro almost goes too far in excitement, theres likely a chance that Pyro just saw the Letter P followed by a heart in their bedroom and just about pranced with glee. Pyro is the type to parade their partner around proudly showing off how much they love each other. This ends up with half finished love poems strung around the room that the two encourage each other to finish.

Scout: Scout is an absolute dweeb but he'd try to play it cool by insisting that it was only expected of him to get 'fanmail'. Truth be told though Scout would melt into the floor from a kiss to the cheek by someone who he can actually call his partner. So this gesture is returned the very next day by a goddamn tsunami of gifts at their house.

Sniper: Sniper doesn't know how to react to this at all? He isn't sure why its necessary, and its hard for him to understand, but its the thought that counts. He's conflicted for a while about why exactly they'd want to tell him how they feel in writing. He's ultimately very confused but he keeps it pinned to the inside of his vest or tucked neatly into one of his pockets to keep their words on him. (He's grown on me thanks to someone I know.)

Soldier: Soldier doesn't get it but he's a big enough doofus to love it anyway. He seems like the type of guy who only ever really got valentines cards for parties. So if his S/O wrote him something he'f for sure cherish it. Even if he didn't fully understand the point or its meanings. He's a lot like Drax from Gardians of the Galaxy.

Spy: Very bold of his S/O to assume he's going to be the only one receiving love letters. Its very likely Spy knew very well before hand that they were going to be making him one so he thought ahead and got them presents and a letter of his own to be prepared. This cheeky and clever asshole!

[finniestoncrane]

Sniper x Fem!Reader, word count: 700 basically, there's a piece of art i saw by lukewarmflukes (which i can't find the original of on a reputable site) of sniper fucking his fleshlight and saying "please, please, please" and that thought has not left my mind for almost a month so have this so i can be FREE of that particular demon and it's very self-indulgent because i want him to want a big girl thanks, reader doesn't really feature but is reference to❤️ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: masturbation, fantasising, begging, whining

It was almost ritualistic, the way he waited until the dead of night, happy to lose some sleep for the sake of having an undisturbed moment of pleasure. A fair trade, he reasoned. Peace, quiet, isolation, all affording him the experience of feeling a release he was always so desperate for.

But despite it being a routine, there was always the little surge of excitement when he reached under his bed and produced his stealthily purchased toy, removing the fleshlight from it's box and giving it a quick, hazardous wipe down before setting it down on the desk.

Then there were the pillows, a necessity if he was going to be able to indulge in the fantasy, to pretend you were there with him, available for him to use for his own filthy needs. One on either side, the felshlight propped between them, kept still as he pushed the pillows together. He'd never touched you, he wished he had, but he imagined this was as close as he could get to recreating a synthetic you. The pillows could be your thick thighs, your plump rear, your stomach, your breasts, whatever big, soft part of you he wanted to grab at as he fucked what he pretended was your wet, waiting cunt.

A quick squirt of lube, his large hands stroking down the length of his throbbing cock as he spread it around, slicking himself up, ready to enter the soft, textured insides of the toy. Not as good as the real thing would be, he imagined, as he slipped the tip in with a sharp inhale. But it was good enough until he could work out how to actually have you.

With precision, cool, calm and collected as always, he rolled his hips into a steady pace, letting the walls of the toy cling to his cock, stroking it as he began to fuck it.

He was well beyond his hands now. That fantasy had served him long enough. His fingers circling round his length, palm pressed hard to the shaft, pumping his fist and pretending it was you. Imagining you beside him, whispering sweet and kind words into his ear as you delighted in masturbating him, feeling his cock throbbing against your hand as you coaxed an orgasm from him.

It worked, for the longest time. But he needed more. Something different.

Actually, what he needed was you. The toy was the next best thing.

How kind would you be to him? How welcoming? He pictured you, teasing him at first, your legs pressed together as you hid your arousal from him. He lost focus for a moment, knocking himself off balance as he imagined you spreading them apart, opening yourself up to him, pulling at the collar of his shirt to bring him closer to you.

Would he stretch you a little? Would you be the perfect fit together? Would you whine and moan for him, like he was now, the realisation of which had him suddenly quieten so as not to arouse suspicion from anyone who happened to be passing his room.

As he withdrew his cock slowly, inserting it again as his eyes rolled back, he let his thumb fall over the black casing onto the synthetic skin, tapping it against the simulated clitoris. If he had you right there, laying in front of him, his cock buried deep inside of you, he'd still relish in making you scream, or giggle, or whatever sound you might make if he paid any attention to that sensitive bud.

There was a soft thud as he gripped one of the pillows with his free hand, the other still clutching the toy, holding it against the desk as he became more frantic in his movements. His hips no longer rolled gracefully, he was rutting, fucking with abandon, closing in on his orgasm.

The veins along his length throbbed, balls tensing as he felt his orgasm approaching. Maybe the real you wouldn't be as into the idea of him filling you up, but he could pretend.

"Please... please... please..."

A long groan pushed over his parted lips, wavering as he shuddered in ecstasy, unbalanced swaying as he felt his release filling the toy, coating his own head with his cum.

Maybe you were dirty enough to let him paint your insides. He'd find out eventually.

[i-willstealyourtoes]

Headcanons for Sniper tf2 x Reader where Sniper doesn't connect much with anyone else but reader, please :3

Oooo this one sounds interesting ^^ I'll try my best!

Sniper only connecting with the reader

- As we all know, Sniper is...

- Not very sociable

- He keeps to himself mostly, talking to the other mercs but not really anyone else

- This is both out of choice but also due to his attitude(?)

- Sniper is for sure an introvert, and feels more comfortable alone with nature than in a crowded party with friends and strangers

- But even if he liked social events, he'd have troubles anyway

- He's not very... friendly

- He's never really fit in with most people, and he's come to terms with that

- He talks to the mercs, but that's more just because they have to be good with each other

- Although he does like them, he still prefers to be alone mostly

- But you? You're an exception

- He doesn't know why, but he just... connects with you so easily?

- Usually he feels quite wary of people he doesn't know, but he actually takes a liking to you quite quick

- You don't seem to mind his quirks, which is a shock to him since as when he was a kid he was constantly made fun of for it

- At first, he doesn't really come up to you and start a conversation, but you notice how he defaults to sticking with you in group situations

- If you ask, he might get a little embarrassed

- "What? Oh, uh... you're the closest to me..."

- He obviously meant it as in, proximity, but the other what is true as well

- Once you hang out more, he will invite you to hang out, and if you like it, he'll let you join him while he does his usual routine any time!

- If anyone asks about his behaviour, he'll simply grumble and walk away, clearly embarrassed

- But even if people tease him about it, he'll still come up to you at any point

- His favorite thing about you is that sometimes, you don't even have to talk to each other, you can just sit with each other

- If he ever feels angry or sad, he'll just sneak up to you, but won't talk about it

- He just wants to sit with you (don't tease him about it he'll just close off)

- He might be a little cold at the very beginning, but he quickly starts to hang out with you more than the other mercs

[brain-amoeba]

i was sent this ask:

"Hello, you! can there be a headcannon where, (Scout, Sniper, demo, and my favorite Texan, engi) hugging S/o and the merc is like: “Oh no I’m in love with them” as their face is all red? And, S/o is sorta worried about them and asking “you good?” this scenario has been itching my brain for a few days lol

Anon jilly🦭🌺"

and i believe you may have forgotten to turn anon on when submitting the ask, so i still saw your url. out of respect for your anonymity, i will answer here instead of from the inbox, so hopefully it still finds you well! also i hope you don't mind i do a mini scenario for these as opposed to HCs, just to give yall a little more content :3

Mercs Getting a Big Ole Hug

Scout

-You two always had a strong bond, and a dynamic like childhood friends. It was always fun and games with Scout, and when the time came, he knew how to comfort you and be there for you albeit in his own clumsy and Scout-y way.

-It wasn't until he noticed the way the other Mercs looked at you did he start to see you as more than just a friend--he now became acutely aware of how soft your skin felt when it brushed up against his, the way your hair perfectly framed your face, every small detail about you, and he couldn't believe he never noticed any of this before.

-It was your day off, and as usual, you spent it with Scout. The two of you tired yourselves out playing catch outside, as well as other fun roughhousing typical of your other pastimes. While running for the ball, you tripped and fell forward, but Scout was quick enough to catch you, and held you in a tight embrace. You instinctively wrap your arms around his torso and bury your head in his chest. He maintains his grip on you, but his face is as red as his uniform--all of a sudden the outside air feels cramped and he's getting clammy. It was like getting hit with his own Atomizer: all the times he's admired every little thing about you coming together all at once to beat him over the head with the realization that he was in love with you.

-You finally let him go, looking up at him and yelping a bit in surprise. "Scout?! What happened to you? Should we go see Medic?!" You ask frantically, concern showing on your scrunched features as you took in Scout's seemingly-ill state. "N-Nah, I'm okay, really! More than that, actually...I feel amazin'." He gazed at you with a softness you hadn't yet seen before, but it sparked a warmth in your heart and your tummy that you didn't oppose.

Sniper

-Sniper wasn't exactly one for PDA, let alone physical touch. Just didn't tickle his fancy. But you, something about you gave Sniper the desire, for the first time in ages, to hold, touch, and generally be around someone of his own volition. But for some reason, he just couldn't find it in himself to act on those desires. Whether it be his own deeply-instilled professionalism or cowardice, he couldn't tell. Whatever it was, all he knew was him being afraid of scaring you off. So he did nothing. The minimal interactions with you now would suffice, and his imagination could do the rest.

-You weren't exactly having the best day. Just yesterday, you scuffed a one-on-one encounter with an enemy merc that cost your team the mission, and today's target practice was not kind to you either. You found yourself alone on the range, tears of frustration pooling in your [color] eyes as you trudged along to set up the target dummy Sniper once again. Overwhelmed by frustration, you found yourself hugging the Sniper dummy for even the slightest sense of comfort, dropping your rifle to the dust below with a thud. The real Sniper, who had volunteered to check on you, heard the sound of your rifle hitting the ground as he left the base. The impact immediately spiked his adrenaline and caused the worst thoughts to run through his mind. He quickened his pace, almost falling over in place once he beheld the scene. Sniper couldn't help but feel a tug on his heartstrings watching you embrace the dummy of him. A warm flush crept its way to his rugged features as he realized the depth of his feelings for you way-exceeded his expectations.

-It's now or never, he thought to himself, finally finding the courage to approach you. He put a large gloved hand on your shoulder, eliciting a fearful shriek from you. Your face reddened with embarrassment, stammering as you tried to come up with a good excuse for your behavior. Wordlessly, Sniper wrapped you up in a tight embrace which immediately soothed your worries. "Shhh. It's alright, roo. Don't cry, now." He spoke just above a whisper, and despite being there to comfort you, he himself was trembling with anxiety at what he's just done. When you finally gathered yourself and parted from the Aussie's embrace, your eyes widened. "Sniper! What's gotten into you?!" He looked down at you with a slight smile, as if it would conceal the way his heart pounded in his chest.

"You have, sheila."

Demoman

-He wasn't always drunk! Okay, maybe he was, but that didn't mean he was always unaware. He was especially aware of a certain little merc who always took him to bed, always got him water, and always made sure to wish him a goodnight, even when the rest left him to drink himself to oblivion. He thought of you very fondly, like a close friend more than just a colleague. You were the first of the bunch to ever show a genuine compassion for him and actually attempt to care for him even in his drunken state (and he knew that was no easy feat).

-It was another night like always, the rest of the team off taking care of their own business while Demo had some precious one-on-one time with his scrumpy, this time accompanied by you! And you were actually drinking with him! It was the weekend, after all, and you decided what the hell, why not, and let your hair down a little. While not nearly as intoxicated as your Scottish companion, you definitely felt the buzzy warmth of drunkenness sneaking up on you. You felt more bubbly, confident, and silly. You gazed upon Demo fondly as he slurred through stories of missions, both failures and successes.

-Right as he was getting to the story's climax, he raised his arms above his head for dramatic affect, and you impulsively leapt into them. "Awwe Tavichhh, I wuv when you tell stowiesss" you mumbled into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his torso as if he'd leave you any second. The sudden show of affection almost sobered Demo up a bit, but he quickly dropped his arms and returned your embrace. In his drunken state, the warmth of your body against his felt like fire, and he couldn't help but notice the way you fit perfectly into him. Demo soon grabbed your shoulders, moving you back to meet his gaze. The sudden serious look on his face sent a shiver down your spine. "D-demo! What's the matter?!" He took in your flushed face as if he were looking upon the Mona Lisa herself before finally speaking, "Oh it's nothin, lass. I just enjoy lookin' at ye."

Engineer

-You were lucky enough to get some time off when you were informed this go-round of contracts did not include you. To your surprise, they didn't include Engie, either. You discovered this when you bolted for the workshop in a panic as you realized your prized headphones were destroyed! You were about to go on a walk before fishing them from your backpack and soon met with the disappointment of your prized possession in tatters--wires frayed, and hanging down almost mockingly.

-As you busted through the double doors of Engineer's workshop, he jumped in surprise, nearly dropping his wrench. "Well howdy to yourself too, darlin'!" He regained his bearings and approached you with a chuckle. "What's got you in such a tizzy, hm?" You simply raised the broken pair of headphones up*, looking at him like a lost puppy. "M-my headphones are destroyeeeddd!" You whined. Engie, behind his goggles, looked at you with a twinge of pain in his eyes just from hearing how distraught you were. Though he was empathetic to your "loss", he couldn't help but admire how adorable you sounded when you whimpered, and got a bit of an ego-boost from how you immediately came to him for aid. Engie took the headphones from you, inspecting them closely as he set them down on a nearby workbench. "Y'know, dear, these might not be a lost cause...let's see what some good ole fashioned Texan ingenuity can do!" He assured you with a sly smile.

-You fidgeted nervously as you watched over his shoulder while he tinkered away on your poor headphones. "Can I get you somethin' to drink darlin'? Maybe some water?" Engineer didn't take his eyes off the headphones as he spoke, currently re-twisting and wrapping wires before getting to work on the broken frame of the device. "I'm okay, thank you, Engie..." Truthfully, you were just too nervous to take your eyes off of the headphones while Engineer repaired them. Of course, you trusted his skillful hand, but with them being such a meaningful item to you, you couldn't help but hover over his shoulder and watch. Suddenly, Engie spoke up again, this time with a command-- "Close your eyes, dear." Nervously, you did as you were told. Engineer turned to face you, gently placing the repaired headphones on your head. Your eyes shot open and hands immediately went up to feel the newly repaired device now muffling your hearing.

-Without a second thought, you pulled Engie into a tight embrace. "Engie, you're the best!! Thank you so much!" You exclaimed, nuzzling his chest a bit as the two of you embraced. His large gloved hand gently caressed your back, giving it a slight pat in response to your praise. While Engineer typically maintained a relaxed exterior, internally, he was practically melting. A proper southern gentleman such as himself couldn't be indecent in the presence of a lady, but the fog on his goggles and pink in his cheeks said otherwise. You pulled away, removing the headphones. You went to inspect them further, but the sight before you stopped you dead in your tracks. "Engie?! You feeling alright??" He looked like he was about to pass out--and he felt like it, too.

-Engineer simply nodded, placing his ivory-colored cowboy hat on your head in response.

*this is exactly what i envisioned for this scene btw

[rabbittf2x]

since your requests are open, maybe something nsfw with medic, sniper and engie please <3 maybe like they got horny in the middle of the battle and they want to quickly got some action, something like that,, i'm so excited you opened your requests that i'm not sure what i want jshsbd

Aww ur so sweet for being excited about it🥺💖

Warning: NSFW

Quickies with the mercs🤭

Includes: Engineer, Medic and Sniper

Engineer💖

You and the Engineer sat close in the base, guarding his buildings. You hadn’t seen much of the rest of the team for awhile, as the loud and exciting battle was happening outside. Engie kept stealing glances your way, taking in your pretty features

“Y’know,” he coughed awkwardly, a blush creeping across his cheeks. “The others prolly won’t be back for awhile…” he trailed

You took your eyes off Engineer’s sentry and looked into his goggles. “Yeah…?” You lilted, inching closer to him

Without another word, Engie’s arms slipped around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You barely had time to snake your own around his neck, as he crashed his lips onto yours. His goggles and hardhat hit the concrete floor, with your back not long after

The Engineer wasn’t used to quickies like this, but he was a very fast learner. From the moment he shrugged off his overalls, he turned you into a moaning mess. You couldn’t help but smile as he thrusted hard into you, crying out his name in smitten bliss

Your smile was infectious, as one crept across Engie’s face from above. “You look so pretty like this, darling.” He chuckled breathlessly

Medic💖

Before Medic left the infirmary for battle, you pulled him close and kissed his neck tenderly. “I’ll be waiting here until you get back…” you purred in his ear

Medic couldn’t focus at all. You were the only thing on his mind while at war. He had a… growing problem… which was really disrupting his work. Looking around the area with a bright red face, he quickly decided that his team could make due without a Medic for a little while. He raced back to the infirmary, scaring the hell out of you as he bursted through the doors

“Medic?!” You gasped

“I cannot wait until after the battle!” Medic exclaimed

“But your tea—oh!”

The doctor thrusted you against a hospital bed, causing you to leap up onto it. He slammed his lips onto yours, gripping your waist and grinding into you. You moaned as you felt that familiar hardness against your groin. You threw your arms around his neck and ran your fingers through his hair

Medic laid you down along the bed with his lips still on yours, clumsily unbuckling his belt. You fumbled with the buttons on his coat, and then your pants came off next

Your moans bounced off the walls of the infirmary, drowning out the sound of war outside. Medic laughed breathily, his glasses crooked on his flushed face

Sniper💖

You were keeping Sniper company in his little sniper nest. He was hot and bothered just at the fact you were chilling behind him. He could hardly focus, and even missed his shot at a few enemies. Growing frustrated, the Aussie dumped his rifle to the floorboards and turned to you

“Wanna do it?” Sniper asked

Your eyes widened, “what?” You gaped

“Just a quickie.” He deadpanned

You stared at him in disbelief for a few moments, before giving a shrug. “Yeah, okay.” You grabbed the bottom of your shirt and lifted it over your head

The Sniper crept over and pinned you against the wooden wall, feeling up your bare chest. You moaned, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. He groaned deeply into your mouth, grinding against you

Sniper ended up on top of you on the floor, his legs between yours. Your clothes along with his hat and sunglasses were carelessly thrown around his rifle. You mewled desperately against his lips as he slammed into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and slipped your hands under his shirt, crying out in pleasure

Sniping was a good job

[averagedemoenjoyer]

CW: THIS POST CONTAINS BLOOD MENTIONS (PERIOD STUFF BASICALLY) AND NSFW (17+ only for that section pls)

this is very self indulgent bc i just got my period and i’m really sad bc of it soooo :3

sniper with a s/o thats on their period!!

(afab reader obviously, gender neutral tho)

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SFW

he does actually know what a period is since his mum explained it to him after his dad gave him “the talk”

this is because he asked if people did it all the time, and his mum responded with “well, not really.” she then proceeded to explain the menstrual cycle to him

that being said, hes usually pretty good with dealing with periods. he’s had some girlfriends in the past and he was pretty good at dealing with periods then. he struggled a bit with his first girlfriend but he figured it out

he usually doesn’t like cooking meals, like he usually sticks to just barbecuing stuff. but if you’re craving it? he’ll 100% make it. what’s even better is if you’re craving something that he can buy from the shops or order and have delivered

refuses to let you do ANYTHING that too requires movement, not even small stuff like grabbing the tv remote. if you do have to get up and go to the toilet or shower, he’s carrying you over there

if you want something, he’ll go grab it for you. and i mean it. anything you want, he’ll go out of his way and grab it for you. a blanket, a snack, something to cure your boredom. basically if you get your period, you’ve earned yourself a servant for a week

one essential that he will ALWAYS get for you is a heatpack. it apparently helped his mum a bunch when she got her periods so ever since getting found out about it, he’s gone out of his way to make sure there is at least 2 heatpacks in his van. not even just for periods, any kind of cramp really. (pyro offered to heat one up once, but didn’t understand that heatpacks are heated up via a microwave and not actual flames)

if he’s not busy, he’ll snuggle up behind you and watch some tv. he’ll do all that good old fashioned kissing your head, nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck, playing with your hair. all that jazz

(nsfw under the cut)

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NSFW

i know some people headcanon that sniper would like period sex. and while i agree, i feel like he would only do it under certain circumstances (those being; if you’re okay with it, if your cramps aren’t that bad, if he’s got a condom on him at the time, stuff like that)

if you DO end up doing it, he’ll go a lot slower than usual. he’s kinda scared that he’ll make your cramps worse, so even if you REALLY want him to go fast, he won’t go too fast unless he’s about to cum. as much as it kills him to do it this way, your comfort comes first.

also wouldn’t mind fingering you, but again he does it slowly, just to avoid giving you worse cramps. the same goes for eating you out.

if he’s the one that got hard first and you’re NOT ok with receiving anything sexually while on your period, he’s always open for you to give him head. hell he ENCOURAGES it. he would get you in a position that you are comfortable in and let you go at it, with or without cramps. if not, he’ll just jerk off either next to you or in another room

in general when it comes periods and sexual stuff, he’s really all about your comfort (he’s like that even when your off your period, but it’s higher when you’re on it) unlike other mercs… ahem scout-

nsfw section done

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again, thank you so much for reading all the way thru!!

i apologise for not posting for a while, i haven’t been doing too well mentally for the past couple of months, but i’m doing a lot better now and i should be getting to the requests soon since i’ve now graduated! so stay tuned for that and have an awesome day/night! also requests are still open, so make sure to read my pinned to see my dos and don’ts.

[tf2-thevictorandthewarden]

I think Sniper has a good self esteem, when there is nobody around to compare himself to. In solitude where there are no social skills that must be put to use.

Where there are no other Australians with their corresponding chest hair and moustaches. Where he can feel cool and mysterious and indulge in his special interests. Where there is no one to think he's weird and reject him.

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Teaching F!Reader how to shoot

It was your first day of training underneath the wing of Sniper. First off, you absolutely had to learn how to shoot a rifle. Non negotiable (obviously).

Sniper handed you the gun

“Alright. Show me what you got.”

You looked through the scope at the target, your hands were shaking as you pulled the trigger. It wasn’t prefect.. as a matter of fact, it wasn’t even good. That’s just the truth.

You missed the shot completely. You pulled your eye away from the scope, hands still shaking as you looked at Sniper who was now shaking his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Right.” Sniper moved behind you, your eyes following him as he sat down. Sniper nudged your back “Eyes forward.” You jumped and obliged. Your bodies were closer than you ever really anticipated but.. you weren’t complaining. Your eyes as forward as they could be. Sniper gripped your hand and positioned it correctly underneath the guns sling stud and led your other hands pointer finger through the trigger guard, onto the trigger.

“Now, look through the scope.”

You did as he instructed, closing your left eye and placing the right just in front of the scope

“Perfect. See, this is the position you need to have every time now, mate”

you nodded “ok I got it”

“Where do those lines in the scope point to”

“The chest” you replied

“Then lift the gun slightly, without shaking”

You nodded. Snipers hands lead with yours as you moved your gaze towards your target

Your anxiety spiked, hands shaking and breath hitching.

“Steady.. steady. Breathe, Roo.”

You nodded and took a deep breath through your nose, exhaling through your mouth

Snipers body was closer than before. His breath on your neck and his hands firmly gripping yours “Good girl. Now shoot.”

You pulled the trigger, successfully hitting the head off your target practice. Snipers words rang in your ears louder than the shot you just took. You wiggled slightly in your seat as you closed your legs for any sort of friction.

“Let’s do another one, alright?”

You nodded and bit your lip, his voice was deeper. The man’s accent must’ve been some kind of aphrodisiac.. the way it made you feel could be compared to it very similarly. Your legs still tightly closed as he leaned closer.

“Straighten your back a little bit” Snipers hands left yours and fell on your hips. He gripped them and slid his hands straight up your sides until your back followed.

“Now shoot”

His hands now rested on your shoulders as you took the shot

“Bravo Sheila, you did that one all on your own. Very nice”

You let the gun fall out of your view. Your face was red “Thanks, Sniper”

“Not a problem, mate.” He stood up “little word of advice though, one sniper to another, keep it more discrete nexts time” he smirked and chuckled as he motioned to your clenched thighs and flushed face

[apeirophobicsummit]

Hellooo! I'm just a Sniper simp coming around here to tell you HOLY CRAP YOUR POSTERS ARE AMAZING!!! You seriously make Mick look so beautiful in your posts! And in complete honesty, sometimes I wish I were Wright in some of these. In all seriousness though. these look amazing! Keep up the great work! :>

"I'll be honest, you weren't bad today, mate"

THANK YOU FOR YOUR FEEDBACK!!1 I'm also a Sniper Simp, I think it's obvious :)) Thank you so much for paying attention to my OC! I also sometimes wish of being in his place, and sometimes I'm afraid. Considering everything I've written about their relationship >:) ... ...ESPECIALLY IN THE TIMELINE WHERE I DON'T KEEP MYSELF IN CHECK hehehe...

[namranii]

Hello!! Do you post TF2? If you do then can you do Sniper x Male!Reader please?/nf /lh

-✨💫

no. im kidding of course i can write for the silly!!

SNIPER WITH A MALE READER 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

doesn’t realize he has a huge crush on you untill he goes “yn would make a good boyfriend..wait-“

gives you his hat and likes to see you wear it.

takes you out on a roadtrip and possibly camping, there would be some stargazing.

doesn’t know what gay means. he just likes men, specifically you. he doesn’t know that its a thing.

asks scout for relationship advice, regrets it.

has his own bird, and keeps him in his van so only he and sometimes you can see it. i feel like he would either have a rosella or a laughing kookaburra.

way more clingy than he looks, hes just to embarrassed to cuddle in public. but when in private hes all over you.

teaches you how to play the saxophone 🎷

his biggest insecurity would be his crooked smile, and its up to you to comfort him and tell him hes gorgeous!!

has 0 fucking spice tolerance. like this man can not eat anything with peppers or pepper powder without choking.

since tf2 canonically takes place in the 60s/70s, you’re probably going to have to hide your relationship.

loves sunglasses. he collects them and lets you borrow them.

a silly nerd, especially when it comes to anything nature related or gun range related. please listen to him.

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 16: Patience (Cockwarming)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Sniper x Fem!Reader

Summary: You find an interesting way to occupy yourself while Sniper is busy cleaning his rifle

Tags: Cockwarming, dirty talk, gun cleaning but make it erotic

Word Count: 2k

The Masterlist

Sniper disassembled his rifle with the utmost care, gathering a selection of brushes and tools and arranging them neatly as he prepared to clean his weapon of choice. He was always meticulous about this process, organizing his ammo and keeping his equipment in top condition. It was clearly something he took pride in. Sniper never struggled to gather his supplies in the morning before work. They were always arranged neatly, right where he could quickly find them. Usually, you enjoyed watching this process, every detail so perfectly observed, but you had other things in mind today.

“Mundy,” you sighed, walking in front of him, giving him a seductive look. It might have been more effective if he had bothered to look up at you. He only responded with an acknowledging grunt as he continued his current task. Your expression soured slightly. “Mundy!” you repeated, this time getting his attention in the form of a brief glance up and some actual words.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing that you were a bit flustered.

“You know the work day is over, right? You can stop worrying about your guns and focus on other things,” you said, a hint of lust in your tone to drive home your point. You smirked at him, placing a hand on his cheek. “Things you might enjoy a bit more.”

Sniper seemed intrigued for a moment, but quickly regained his composure with a shake of his head. He looked up at you apologetically. “You can wait a while, can’t you, love? I should really get this done first.” He motioned towards the setup arranged before him. “I know it’s tedious, but as far as I’m concerned, my work isn’t done until everything’s in its proper place-”

“I know, I know,” you sighed. “You’re a professional, and professionals have standards.” You leaned against the counter of the little kitchenette with a huff, arms crossed although you made an effort not to pout. You didn’t want to seem that desperate, at least not yet. Turning away from him, you began to snoop around his cupboards. With how often you stayed in the van with him, they were essentially your cupboards too, so you didn’t see any issue with looking for something to snack on in order to distract yourself.

Sniper watched you in silence. You could feel his eyes on you, but ignored the feeling until he finally spoke up. “Come here.”

You glanced back towards him, head tilted in confusion. He simply beckoned you forward with a nod, patting his leg and motioning for you to sit. The moment you were close enough Sniper pulled you into his lap, setting his rifle to the side momentarily. His lips were on yours within moments, his teeth grazing against your bottom lip and effectively teasing your mouth open for him. You tilted your head back slightly, letting him dominate the kiss, letting his tongue explore as you let out soft little moans against his mouth. His arms wrapped around your waist in a vain attempt to keep you from moving, but you couldn’t help but squirm as you were lavished with attention. A bit of hope that you would in fact get what you had come here for was beginning to rekindle.

When Sniper pulled away you couldn’t even whine. You were too breathless to make a sound. “How about this, darling,” he began, bringing his hands down to the front of his pants, unzipping the fly and shifting the fabric low enough to free his cock. He was already hard from how you were squirming in his lap. “You can sit on my cock, and if you can stay still and not distract me until I’m finished cleaning, I’ll fuck you into next week.”

“Promise?” you asked, even though you were already standing, beginning to pull your pants and underwear down. It was clear you were ready and willing. Still, Sniper humored you with a response.

“I promise, doll.”

You smirked, straddling him and slowly sinking down onto his cock with a breathy moan. You gave yourself a moment to adjust. Soon you found that it felt quite nice to simply stay still, to enjoy the feeling of being full. Sniper barely made a sound, only letting out a sharp exhale as you took him. He pressed a hand to your back before returning to his previous task. You leaned against his chest, listening to the rhythm of his breathing and trying your best to stay still. It wasn’t long before you began to struggle. You couldn't help but rock your hips every so often, teasing yourself, making sure you stayed aroused while also allowing for the slightest bit of stimulation.

You never dared to go further though, stilling your hips whenever you heard Sniper’s breath begin to hitch, holding out for the reward you knew you would receive once this was over. Every so often you glanced over to watch Sniper tend to his rifle. You didn’t know the first thing about gun care though, so you quickly grew bored, and with boredom came impatience. Without even thinking, you started to grind against him, only realizing what you were doing when he let out a low moan that quickly turned into a growl. A sudden and very firm grip on your hair drew a sharp gasp from you.

“Stop squirming, love,” Sniper warned. “Or I’ll leave you here to finish yourself off once I’m done.”

That had you going still almost immediately, planting yourself firmly on Sniper’s lap even as your body protested the lack of movement. “I’m sorry,” you whimpered, knowing that you sounded pathetic. It made your face burn red, however it also seemed to invoke some sympathy from your lover. He paused his work, running his hands up and down your back as if to soothe you.

“Just a few more minutes, doll,” he said. You nodded and went back to resting your head on his chest as he worked. It seemed easy enough, but in such a state of arousal minutes began to feel like hours, especially when you were being stretched and filled so nicely.

Your nerves burned with need, screaming to move, to bounce or grind on his cock, but you resisted. While you did manage to stay still, you couldn’t contain your whimpers. Luckily, Sniper didn’t seem to mind that, letting you whine as much as you desired so long as you didn’t move.

You could tell he was growing impatient as well. With a passing glance it wouldn’t have been noticeable, but when you were pressed so close to him you could easily see the small details that gave him away. You watched the way his jaw clenched, the subtle shake of his hands when they were usually so steady, trained for perfect aim. Most of all, you could feel the slight twitch of his cock inside you whenever you clenched around him- which was only sometimes intentional.

After what felt like an eternity, Sniper left his gun to lean against a nearby wall. At some point you had wrapped your legs around his waist, clutching onto him with an iron grip. That happened to come in handy, as he proceeded to stand up while still inside you- his lanky frame didn’t show off how strong he really was- seating you on the small counter of the kitchenette. The cold surface made you shiver. Apparently he intended to fuck you right there, and you certainly weren’t about to complain.

No words were exchanged before Sniper set a brutal pace, the closest thing to communication between the two of you being a heated glance that said everything that needed to be said. You were shaking, harsh moans echoing in the small space of the camper.

“Fuck, you make such pretty sounds when you’re taking my cock,” Sniper gasped, his head practically buried against your neck as he sucked and bit at the easily marked skin. You gripped the edge of the counter with one hand while your other arm looped around Sniper’s shoulder, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt almost hard enough to tear.

“Harder!” you gasped, your desperate request being met with a low chuckle.

“Whatever you say, love,” Sniper said. You didn’t miss the mischievous tone as he gripped onto your hips, pulling you forward suddenly to meet his merciless thrusts. You arched back, head thumping lightly against the cabinets behind you as you shouted dizzy, half coherent repetitions of ‘yes, please, more.’ Even when it seemed that Sniper couldn’t possibly go any faster you kept repeating those words like a mantra, clinging to them like a lifeline. You were barely keeping yourself from going over the edge, wanting this to last just a bit longer before you fell into bliss.

Sniper didn’t seem to be faring much better, his usually restrained growls dissolving into low moans as he began to feel a familiar heat beginning to build. He began to thrust slower and at a different angle, hoping that he would be able to stave off his own climax while also bringing you closer to your own.

You whined at the more gradual pace he set, thinking that he was simply teasing you. “Mundy, please-” You were about to beg him to go faster, to not stop when everything was feeling so good, and that was when he hit the spot he was looking for. Anything else you would have said was cut off with a loud moan. “Oh fuck!” you gasped, arching forward and wrapping your arms over Sniper’s shoulders.

He chuckled, pressing his lips against yours. You could feel him grinning against your mouth before he pulled away. “There’s the spot,” he whispered, immediately picking up his pace, now aiming for that bundle of nerves that made you see stars. Within moments the pleasure was beginning to build once again, and Sniper could tell by the way you started to tremble around him. “You’re going to come very soon, aren’t you?” He asked. You whined, digging your nails into his skin as his teasing only brought you closer to the edge. “Use your words, love. Tell me how close you are to coming for me.”

You took a deep, shaky breath, collecting yourself just enough to say something coherent. “I’m so fucking close. Please, I want you!”

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, trying to sound dominant and commanding, but desperation seeped into his tone. He needed this as much as you did.

“I want you to make me come on your cock,” you growled, teeth clenched as you held out just long enough to see Sniper’s expression as he came undone. With a shaky moan, his thrusts quickly became uneven, and in an instant his hand was caressing down your body, fingers quickly reaching your clit. Even as he spilled into you he focused on that delightfully sensitive area, rubbing gentle circles until you finally snapped, scratching raised red lines into his back as your orgasm overtook you.

When you eventually came down from your high you were shaking, and you muttered a weak apology when you realized your fingernails had drawn some blood. Sniper didn’t seem to mind, after all he had felt much worse. “I must admit, mundane tasks are much more interesting with you seated so nicely on my cock.” He leaned forward, trailing soft kisses up your neck until he reached your ear. “Maybe we should do this more often.”

“Maybe,” you chuckled, leaning back against the counter with a sigh. Suddenly the thought of Sniper cleaning his guns seemed far more erotic than it had before. You smiled fondly, glancing towards him with tired eyes as the afterglow began to settle over you. “I love you.”

Sniper smiled back at you before pulling you forward, treating you much like the doll he often referred to you as. He wrapped your limbs around him so that he could lift you off the hard counter and carry you to the bed, a far more comfortable surface for you to relax on. “I love you too, darling.”

[finniestoncrane]

PART 2 OF YOUR SNIPER FIC WHERE HE ACTUALLY GETS THE READER 😭🙏

Sniper x Fem!Reader, word count: 1.1k so this is a little follow up to this fic here and i am very glad to indulge this request because i think he deserves to get his dick wet in some real pussy he's been a good boy u-u ❤️ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: vaginal sex, cumming inside, groping

Mick's hands were surprisingly soft, his palms like smooth silk in comparison to the rest of him, his sun-dried, leather-like contrast of his fingertips a pleasant experience as they tickled against you. You were savouring each moment, as was he. It was new to you, fresh, exciting. For him, it was the culmination of months of dreaming, careful planning. He had to lure you into this, to convince you, subtly, that you wanted him. And you were very easily convinced.

He already had you there, laying on your back staring up at him. Your bottom half was almost fully undressed, his too, only both pairs of underwear between you as he pressed his body, stiff cock throbbing at the pressure, against you. Truthfully, he had worried that it wouldn't live up to his expectations, or that his routine of daydreaming would steal some of the excitement away from the moment. But it was every bit as electrifying as he had imagined.

You smiled up at him, teeth chewing on your bottom lip as you tried to hold back the goofy grin that threatened to ruin the falsely cool exterior you had forced on. Mick smiled back at it, not caring how he looked. It was adorable, you were adorable. Ruled by instinct or desire, he leaned in and placed a kiss to your lips, his body pressing against you harder, his thick length pulsing as it rubbed against your cunt, legs spread wide to accommodate him.

As he pulled back, he let his big, strong hands caress your waist, following the natural curve of your body to your thighs. They were softer than the pillows, somehow. Thicker and warmer too. They didn't give way as easily, which meant there was something for him to cling to, to actually grab while he positioned himself. The friction was devastating, only serving to drive him wild as he held himself back. The tease, the anticipation, despite having waited long enough for this opportunity, were important factors in his ritual. Even though he had the real thing in front of him, he wanted this to be perfect. He was nothing if not disciplined and patient. It was like waiting for a target. The right moment to strike. When he could pull the trigger.

And bang.

When his palm slid upwards to the top of your thigh, he allowed his thumb to extend out, catching the edge of your underwear and teasing it to the side, exposing your cunt to him. His mouth flooded with saliva, and though his dark eyes gave nothing away, his entire insides were trembling. His hands, used to remaining still and steady, were shaking against you as he took you in. Thick, wet, warm, and welcoming.

Finally bringing himself to let go of you, he reached for the lube and pulled his cock out over the band of his pants. He stroked it gently, knowing a firmer touch had the potential to send him over the edge as he watched your body shift slowly with your breaths in front of him.

With a slow breath, the kind he took before he took a man's life with the flick of his finger against the trigger of his rifle, he placed the tip of his cock against your swollen lips. Another sharp inhale, and he pushed his length inside of you. Slowly, carefully, not wanting to overload either of your senses. And then he was inside of you, almost completely. Your walls warmer, slicker than the toy he was used to fucking. The texture completely different in the best way. Unimaginable, incomparable. Enough that he felt his knees buckle as your warmth spread over him.

With the same precision he applied to his job, and the same effort he had applied to his fantasies about you when he fucked his now entirely useless fleshlight, he began to thrust himself forward, feeling you clench around him at the movement, your mouth opening in an almost silent gasp as he fucked you.

It wasn't the sweet nothings he had dreamt of, but as he filled you with his cock, pushing up to the hilt when he realised it made you squeal, you let out a string of expletives better than he could himself. The filthy nature of the words, the way you were letting loose, authentic and undone, had his cock throbbing against your tensing insides.

There was no collar for you to grab onto, but your fingers reach up to stroke his cheeks, tracing over his sideburns and down his neck before they settled on his chest. Your pulse and his heartbeat synced up as he picked up the pace. With every whine, every moan, he echoed you, both of you gasping and sighing as you spread your legs wider, wanting him closer, wanting more of him, all of him.

Despite wanting to slow down, he couldn't bring himself to pull his cock out from your cunt. He was trapped there, his lust-filled state sending him over the edge into a dreamlike state. Orgasm close, body weak to the need. There was so much he wanted to do. He wanted to taste you, wanted to smell you, wanted to tease your clit between his thick fingers, to hold your breasts, feel their weight in his palm as they jiggled with his bucking hips. All of it would have to wait, however. There would be a next time, he was sure of it. He'd make sure of it. For now, he was on one track, pushing towards the orgasm that was right there in front of him.

His fingers tensed into your hips, flesh pushing between them as he dug in deeper, pulling you onto him as he rode you hard. His movements were frantic, the tell tale sign that he was getting closer. The wet, slick, slapping sounds of your bodies crashing together creating a beat that he struggled to follow as he felt himself rutting haphazardly. His whole body tensed, threatening to collapse as he screamed. He tried to pull back, not wanting to empty himself within you. But you had other plans.

You threw your legs around his hips, holding him in place as he bucked and writhed. You were dirty enough. Filthy, desperate for him. And he could feel your groan vibrating through your chest as he filled you up, his cum landing in thick ropes inside of you.

He could barely force himself to pull out when he could feel his cock begin to soften, only managing it by convincing himself that he had to in order to get close enough to properly kiss you. That's what he wanted. That's what was missing from his poor attempt at a synthetic you. Your face, your lips, your breath.

Sliding up along your body, he placed soft kisses against your skin until he reached your mouth, lapping at it gently with his tongue before you kissed him back. He almost had to ask, he almost had to say please, but you were kinder and more giving than he had imagined you to be.

[downundergarfield]

Dude, the day I finally get ahold of that Sniper ass… anyway… please a sniper x f!reader who is also pretty introverted and the two start hanging out together in private bc she cannot stand how loud the other mercs be sometimes. Thank you <3

That sounds so sweet, dear anon. This is what I managed to compose:

Sniper × F!reader they start hanging out together because they can't stand how noisy everyone else is.

Friday afternoon. The sun was covered with clouds and the whole day was flooded with a hundred shades of gray. A sticky feeling of some kind of fatigue and sadness hung heavily on your shoulders. You looked at the bustling mercenaries who were preparing for some kind of holiday or party. The Soldier shouted something commanding at the others, the Scout shouted something in response. Everyone was fussing and the noise made your head spin. You sighed after looking at it and went to a place familiar to you, and only to you. Along the way, Pyro stuck to you, they asked where you were going, mumbling something worriedly. You said you wanted to be alone and Pyro understood that.

A small library. The mercenaries could not boast of a special zeal for reading, there were not many books on this. Shelves, too, but they served more as the walls of a small maze. There was no light in the room. Because no one is sitting here, why conduct electricity here?

You sat down between the shelves, sighing heavily. You took out a flashlight, a favorite book and were able to enjoy quiet solitude in this dusty remote room. There was almost no noise, except that the rain was drumming on the glass. When did it start? Apparently the weather is also not up to the festivities. Calm and quiet. Even your head almost doesn't hurt.

You were already beginning to nod off, when your rest was interrupted by a sound on the left. You looked there, peering fearfully into the darkness. A tall, stooped figure stood in the thick black darkness. Hastily grabbing a flashlight, you shone it in its direction. The light fell on the scarlet shirt. There was a hoarse little moan.

"-aagh, not in the eyes, mate!"

He was covering his blinded eyes with his hands. Oh, thank God, it's just the Sniper.

"what are you doing here?"

You whispered, looking at the lanky man.

"that's what I 'ave to ask ya"

He rubbed his blinded eyes and then put his glasses back on.

You raised one eyebrow.

"- I'm taking a break from these goons. Too much noise."

He chuckled.

"-surprised. 'm also hiding from these wanka's."

Silence reigned. You shone on his body without getting into his eyes. He was looking at you through reflective glasses. An awkward pause. Damn, what else can you say?

"-sit down?"

You nod, he carefully sits down next to you, looking into the empty darkness of the library.

"-often here?"

You nod.

"- when they start making noise."

"-same."

You're both at a loss for words. But it's nice for you to realize that you're not the only one. Not one quiet guy. He pauses, looks at you in this light lantern light and slowly leans closer. You can smell tobacco and fresh wood.

"what are you reading?"

You don't immediately gather your words and tell him about the contents of the book, about the characters, about your favorite story from there. He smiles softly, listening to you attentively. You don't raise your voice, speak softly, and he answers you no less softly. Here his hoarse raspy voice feels really cozy. It's like hanging out with a cool uncle.

"- This is quite interestin', also have something to tell...."

He tells you about the things he has seen, and you respond. Once you philosophize. Once you discuss others. Gently laugh it off, chuckling softly. And then be silent again.

Comfort warms you and you do not notice how you are leaning on his shoulder. He shudders and is ready to swear that an army of goosebumps ran over his skin. But he didn't object. The sound of the rain lulled, and the warmth from his body warmed. You didn't even notice how you fell asleep, having knocked out the flashlight. You will wake up later when the sun hits your eyes. The Sniper will be right there, sleeping on one of the bookshelves. One thing will catch your attention. His vest covers you. How cute.

[brain-amoeba]

sorry I've been dead lately friends >_< work and life beating my ass, I'm just super exhausted and have no motivation to write but I must feed my children:

More Random HCs: Sniper x Reader

-It may be a little frustrating at first trying to get closer to our favorite Aussie--he's very standoffish and quiet

-For a loooong time, you have no idea where you stand with him--other than just acquaintances--because the extent of your interactions with him never even consist of actual words. You usually are met with a stiff smile or tip of the hat in response to your eager waves "hello" and greetings.

-Your efforts don't go unnoticed, though--all the times you've made a point to greet him before anyone else, make sure he's taken care of, and your adorable attempts to socialize with him--he remembers ALL of it.

-in fact, he finds himself daydreaming and replaying those moments with you in his head when he's having a rough day--but his cold exterior would never give that away.

-Part of him feels guilty for not reciprocating--it's not that he doesn't like you, no, he just doesn't know how to properly respond or do something in return that will make you feel just as special and important as you make him feel--hes worried if he opens his mouth, he'll scare you off. So until he figures that out, he'll keep his distance (much to your dismay).

-Slowly, he decides to see how far he can get with you--those nods and smiles soon turn into "G'day, roo" and invitations to watch him at target practice.

-It takes a long time for him to finally warm up to you, but boy do all your weeks, even months of patience really pay off, because once he lets his guard down for you there's no turning back. He would go to the ends of the earth for you, give his life to keep you safe, and cherishes every little interaction with you as if it were the last--all while you have literally no idea, because he still retains his cold, distant personality.

-He just gets a little bit warmer around you, though :).

[rabbittf2x]

Hello!! I hope that your having a wonderful day today!! This is my first time requesting something so you don’t have to if you don’t want to.

BUT can you write something on what sorta of kinks that the mercs have with the reader :>??

Hope ur having a great day too!!💞 please ensure next time u have read the pinned post so ik which mercs u want :) thanks!

Warning: NSFW

Mercs and their kinks🤠

Includes: Soldier, Heavy and Sniper

Soldier💖

Soldier liked it very, very rough. He choked you a lot. Not too hard, as he actually really liked you. :) just a gentle yet firm squeeze to put you in your place

Soldier was born to be dominant. He needed to have full control over you. The way you trembled under his bare, muscular body gave him life. He was way into ownership, and made sure you knew who you belonged to

Watching tears of pleasure streak down your face was lovely to Soldier too. He may of called you weak or a bit of a sissy, but it was all in love. After fucking you almost to death, he kissed all your tears away and told you he loved you

Heavy💖

Heavy was a pretty vanilla guy. He preferred just standard sex with you, nothing too crazy. He did enjoy how easy it was to wrap his giant hand around your neck though…

Definitely a bit of a praise kink in there. Heavy loved hearing you moan how big and strong he was… or how you thought he was gonna break you. Poor, sweet little bear. He would never do such a thing to you

If Heavy got super into it, he didn’t mind going a little rough. His large body was built for it, and it made you see stars. That was what was sexiest to him. Watching your face twist in pleasure was the best

Sniper💖

Sniper liked to bite. It was satisfying to see your neck, all the way down to your thighs covered in bruised bites. He lapped up any blood you spilled, dragging his tongue along the grooves his teeth left in your flesh

Sniper loved it when you tugged at his hair. Grip the short, brown strands in your fingers and he’ll worship you forever. He didn’t mind pulling on yours too when he fucked you from behind. The squeals and moans that left your lips were delicious

Sniper was a quiet man, so the sounds he got out of you were precious. Your moan was his favourite sound. Especially when you cried out his name. Ooh, that was so good…

[j0rg33n]

Tear you apart part1(?) (Tf2 Sniper x GN!reader)

A/N PLEASE READ -> hiii this is my first ever fic, I wrote it when I was bored while traveling by train, so don't expect anything spectacular also English is not my native language so sorry for possible mistakes (you can point them out if you want I will gladly correct them!!) I'm still not sure about posting it so if you like it, let me know and I'll post the next part cuz despite everything I surprisingly enjoyed working on it??? I also posted it on ao3

[words count: 820]

Your relationship with Mundy was starting to disturb your every day life. All you could think about was him. His scent, his voice, especially when he called your name, even standing in the same room as him started being disheartening.You keep having that unsatisfied feeling growing inside of you and you couldn't do anything with it. You couldn't really make a move since you knew that it will not bring the desired effect. He is a man with hard values; "professionals have standards" this sentence kept running through your head every time you wanted to change things between you and him,but you were sure he wouldn't want relationship between one of his colleagues. So you just keept admiring him form behind. That was the safest way, but it always left you unsatisfied. You wanted more.

As you remain to live in cloud-cuckoo-landyou haven't noticed that your team started to go their separate ways until you heard familiar voice

"you okay ma'am?" it was Engi, you didn't turn around to face him, leaving him only with a plain response "Yeah just lost myself in thoughts" he didn't push more, leaving you as you are. You really liked him for respecting your personal space. As you were planning on leaving the rec room you heard familiar groan, that send instant chills through your body.

"You too? what's happening to y'all?is something in the air?" engi half joking asked. Sniper came to the table you two were sitting at. "Nah i just have bad snipin day, need to practice more" eyes focused on his rifle you decided to stay and pretend you're going through your stuff, so you could listen to their conversation.

"Guess that holiday got you off tracks boy, well sorry but can't help you with that, not my cup of tee" as always engi was using that warm western tone, it was nice, it always brings a smile onto your face "but I'm sure you gonna get better soon, you're the best sniper I've ever met.... and I've only met one" Engi laughed off and gave him a solid hit on his back. This made you laugh a little.

"Old bastard" Sniper let out a little chuckle. That's when your eyes met and it hit you. Your stomach started to feel tight. You tried to not show it, but you wanted to tear your skin apart. You wanted him and this was bad. You wanted to keep him close to you, but you couldn't. You started losing sense of your surroundings. Were they talking? Was there complete silence? You didn't know, you were completely lost in his eyes. They are so pretty, you feel like they could tell you much more than you know about him, but there was some kind of wall made of glass keeping you away from him. it hurts you once again. After probably few seconds of you staring at him you manage to get a hold of yourself, going back to reality where it seems he broke the eye contact long time ago and went on their conversation. You began to listen again.

"So the shooting range is still inactive?" "yea sorry cowboy you gonna have to figure something out"

"piss"

"just shoot some thing I don't know bottles?"

"mate do oi look like 6yer old t'ya?"

"I'm just trying to help you out" he stopped for a moment "why don't our princesses asisste you and throw them so you can shot moving objects since she doesn't have anything better to do?" he then turned to you grinning and you were once again taken back to the real life

"Huh?? what?" you looked at Texan visibly confused

"What miss?still daydreaming? I just found you a job that will keep you busy, no need to thank me ma'am" he stood proudly with a big grin

"Throwing bottles up the sky in a friday evening woow yeah that's just what I needed thank you my saviour" you responded sarcastically bowing a bit to him,you manage to get a light laugh form him. Meanwhile sniper looked a little lost, not knowing what he should say or do, so you took the initiative.

"Well... if you really need me I can help you" u wasn't sure if this was good idea and you quickly lost all your conifidence, so in order to escape his gaze you began looking for another point to state, so you directed your next words towards the engineer "As the engi said I don't have anything better to do" you tried to give him sassy look. "yea 'kay Shelia how could I turn back offer like this?" god his smile is so precious and you love when he refers to you as "Shelia" its just a Australian slang and he probably uses it to every women he meets but the fact that he never uses it to call Miss Pauling (surely due to the fact that she's his superior) makes you feel special everytime.

"M'gonna meet you infornt of the base in one hour, is that oaky?" "yea sure see you later " you quickly gave him a smile before he turned and went somewhere.

congratulations if you noticed the reference to a song !! Any tips, advices anything are always welcome:]