#Spy tf2 x reader

[the-laughing-lunatic]

All 9 mercs w/ a reader who got them flowers! (PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC)

(I recently got to 20 followers on this blog! :D I wanted to do a little something to celebrate that, so I grinded and wrote headcanons for all nine of the mercs. It, uh, took a while so I hope you enjoy!)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

☆Scout - Daisies☆

Legitimately starts tearing up

Tries to blame it on the flowers

“I ain’t cryin’ I- I’m just allergic to flowers.”

“Oh, sorry, I could just return them then—”

“What? You’d hafta take ‘em out of my dead hands, I’m keepin’ em.”

Isn’t a huge flower guy but the fact you went out of your way to get them for him makes him feel all warm inside

Reminds him of when his mom would pick flowers to give to him after his Little League games

☆Soldier - Poppies☆

Would aggressively compliment you

“THESE ARE DAMN BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS MAGGOT!! I FEEL IMMENSELY LOVED AND APPRECIATED!!!”

Seriously though, he does

Since he was never allowed in the military he always felt jealous of the soldiers who got special flowers

But he wasn’t now, because you respected him

And if you did, that was enough

☆Pyro - Sunflowers☆

ABSOLUTELY LOVES THEM

Well, you can’t hear what they’re saying but the flappy hands and excited noises give you a decent idea

Will just spend hours holding them in their hands and looking at the flowers like they’re the most beautiful thing in the world

Draws sunflowers in all their drawings now

If they accidentally burned them they would get so sad and give you flowers back as a form of apology

Make flower crowns with them. Do it. 

☆Demoman - Bluebells☆

Like most of the mercs, he’s never gotten flowers before 

And he has no clue how to take care of them

“Thank ye, but, would ye consider showin’ me how to take care of them?”

Help this man out

Please

He would probably put them just on a table with no vase or water without you

Y’all would put the flowers in an empty bottle of scrumpy <3

☆Heavy - Violas☆

“Little merc has present for Heavy?” 

Surprised, but not so much as Sniper

Honestly the most chill about it out of all the mercs

He has sisters so he knows how to take care of flowers but he’s never been the one to receive them

Would press the flowers once the start to wilt and make bookmarks so he can keep them forever (sap)

And if he’s more protective of you during matches, who's to say the reason why?

☆Engineer - Bluebonnets☆

He sticks to the practical side of things, so when you give him a bouquet of flowers he’s utterly perplexed

He’s flattered of course, and thanks you greatly for the gift because he’s a Texas boy raised with manners

But he’s not used to pretty things and…doesn’t quite know what to do with them

He puts them in a vase with water but he finds himself stopping his work to look at them

They didn’t solve a problem, they didn’t hold a purpose yet people–including him now–seemed to love them

Eventually gives up trying to find a reason for it and just accepts it as they’re just pretty

Even though solving questions like “what is beauty” was never his forte, he’d somehow found an answer for it

And it was…well, you.

(He’d also 100% make you a flower out of scrap metal for you bc he’s a gentleman)

☆Medic - Cornflowers/Drosera Spatulata Sundew☆

There’s two flowers that he’d like

Cornflowers are one of his favorites, specifically the white ones (they remind him of Archimedes)

Not just because they are national flowers of Germany, but he also appreciates their medicinal properties

But if you somehow got your hands on a Drosera Spatulata Sundew he’d be pocketing you for months afterwards

Is absolutely fascinated with carnivorous plants and you get him carnivorous flowers???

The most romantic (or just super cool if platonic) thing in the world to him

Isn’t a botanist but he’ll be in the medbay all the time now just observing it and its reactions

He’s not sleeping for a while

He’d try to create a serum for whatever flowers you got him so they’d stay as beautiful as they are forever :)

☆Sniper - Wildflowers☆

No one has ever gotten him flowers before so when you show up at his camper van with hand picked flowers wrapped in twine he’s surprised, to say the least

Finds it interesting how he walked past those same flowers everyday and never cared

But when you gave them to him they felt…special.

Awkwardly mumbles a ‘thanks mate’ to you

Keeps them in an (UNUSED I REPEAT UNUSED) jar in his van

Smiles everytime he sees them

☆Spy - Roses☆

We all know this man is an old-fashioned lover boy so ofc he loves roses

But he’s never on the receiving end of them

So none are ever good enough for his high standards

“Eugh, where did you buy these, the gas station?”

Similar to Scout that if you say you could return them he’d absolutely refuse

Secretly thinks it’s really sweet 

Doesn’t act any differently towards you afterwards when he’s with you

But you find multiple bouquets of roses in your room and a note that says “if you ever consider buying me flowers again, buy roses from these boutiques instead of the trash you had before.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

(Putting in all the tags is another reason why I don't normally do all nine of them holy shit)

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Support class dick hc, kinks + How they fuck

Cw: knives, rough sex, blood

Sniper

•Dick: I’d say about 6, 6 1/2 inches if I’m being generous here. Definitely not thin, it’s got some girth to it that’s for sure. He never ever clean shaves he thinks it looks weird (he’s not wrong) so he’ll definitely just trim up a little or maybe not at all. Wild man moment. Plus, he kinda loves the scruffy look he has going on. I know everyone says he’s uncircumcised and i definitely agree with that. Tip is not red but definitely a deep pink, it’s cute. Two visible veins, one on the top of his shaft and one underneath it. So he’s very very sensitive.

•How he fucks: Rough. He likes to be fucked hard and to fuck hard. His favorite position to see you in is definitely mating press or doggy style (with a knife to your throat) he loves to see your face contort with pleasure and fear. He’s very vocal i mean haven’t you heard his voice lines. Come on. He loves telling you how great of a fuck toy you can be when you aren’t being a cunt or a teasing slut. He doesn’t have a favorite place to cum really.. Whenever he gets his rocks off is where it stays so.

•Kinks

Praise: definitely, but backhanded praise “look at you, good little slut.” Stuff like that you know?

Predator vs prey play: I know this is so basic but oh my goodness he LOVE LOVE LOVEEEESSS to chase you down and just fuck your brains out if your skull. Like I said, he likes it rough. (Me next)

Knife play: Ofc this is one of them. That mf is a literal animal. He just likes the power trip tbh. Having your life in his very hands, though he’d never do anything to ever hurt it.. it’s hot to watch your fearful eyes and if you enjoy it just as much as he does, you’re in for a ride of dirty talk and rough hard sex.

Public sex: touching you while in public. Something about it. Maybe it’s bc he likes to tease and see how long you can last without gripping his arm while shaking and begging to cum or maybe it’s because nobody around you can (probably) tell how good he’s pleasing you, and how they’ll never get a chance to touch a wonderful lady like you the way he does. Who knows

BREEDING: Though he is scared to have kids and will take every procedure to make sure you won’t get pregnant, he still loves to just cum inside of you all day, everyday. (Same sniper.)

Stepping: he probably likes to be stepped on. He’ll buy you beautiful, expensive heels just so you can step on him or press against his hard cock. (Meow.)

Spy

•Dick: solid 5 1/2, it’s not too thin but not exactly thick.. it stretches you very very nicely that is for sure. He trims it constantly. He is never out of order, he takes too much pride in himself to let it grow out like that wretched bushman. Uncircumcised, his dick skin is like.. oddly soft and velvety. One small vein on the side of his cock, it’s nice. Tip, I’d say, is a light cute pink.

•How he fucks: He either makes love for a long time or he plows you hard. Usually both. He rides the fine line very well. While he goes at it soft and caring, he teases you a lot. Vibrators, toys, his finger, his mouth. He just likes to tease you a lot.. but once he slips in, its game over for him. He can’t help it. He has to fuck you like an animal in heat.

•Kinks

Lingerie for sure. He loves to either buy them for you to give you his card to buy yourself some and then surprise him with it! (Will probably write a fic based off this)

Spanking or brat taming: He will absolutely wreck your ass if you talk back to flirt with ANYONE. He will spank you so hard you’ll become a babbling mess.

Body worship: Giving or receiving, he loves to tease you by kissing down your gorgeous body and leave small bites all over you. Nipping, kissing, nipping, kissing. You know. Backhanded kisses

Medic

•Dick: He’s German and from my experience, they’re packing serious heat. 7 inches hard. Argue with the wall because I will not listen. Tummy bulge will happen so be prepared. Much like spy he keeps himself in check, trims every couple of days. Circumcised, dark pink with a red hue tip. It’s sensitive as hell. No visible veins until he gets to fucking, then they all start popping out. Thick. Hard stretch that’s for sure.

•How he fucks: They all fuck hard but him.. dear lord. Pray and buckle up because he will bruise your cervix. He pounds. He doesn’t even fuck, HE SLAMS. bed? broken, operating table? broken, desk? Broken twice. He loves to just fuck you into a mindless mess. That’s all

•Kinks

Roleplay: He loves to roleplay anything really. Nurse and doctor, doctor and patient, boss and intern, things like that.

Knife play: scalpels are going to be pressed against your skin.. which leads me to my next kink hc

Blood kink: Licks the blood off of your wounds or the small cuts he marks your body with. If you have a period, best believe he will be begging to fuck you on it

“Meine Liebe! It feels so much better when you’re on your period, it also relieves cramps too!”

[theonemeathead]

Spy x Reader, "Je T'aime"

pls forgive me, i dont speak french. spy x reader fluff :3 no tws, tried to keep it gender neutral. enjoy!

Dinnertime on base was always unpredictable. Getting everyone to stay in one place was a challenge enough on its own, but getting everyone in one place to sit down and enjoy each others' presence for half an hour? Now that was nearly impossible; Keyword nearly.

It was Engineer's turn to cook tonight, which was always a pleasure. Even Sniper lurked around whenever the Texan was in the kitchen. He had a tendency to make hearty, filling foods and you can't go wrong with a good ol' fashioned steak dinner. This was the first time in months all of you were in one place, bodies starved after a relentless fight on the battlefield. All of you, but a certain Frenchman.

You see, Spy had an expensive palate...or that's what he called it. You would call it being picky. Spy tended to think highly of himself, albeit a bit conceded at times, especially when it came to cuisine. Why would he soil his 'temple of a body' with fatty, grease-filled American food? As if fancy imported wine and cigarettes were any better. But, sometimes he did make an appearance, sparing chatter here and there.

It was a known fact that whenever he 'graced the team with his presence', it was because you had asked for him, specifically. Even if he hated to admit it, he had a certain soft spot for you in that shriveled heart of his. And no matter how hard he tried to deny it, how hard he tried to twist that adoration into hate, it always crept back, even stronger than before. He was forever thankful that his balaclava hid enough of his face to seal away the light flush that seemed to permeate his cheeks whenever you were around.

Oh, but it pissed him off to no end, the affect you had on him. He was a heartbreaker! He was supposed to be the charmer, not the one being charmed! How dare you make someone as esteemed as him fantasize about you? How dare you make him oggle at you, desire you in such a way it would make the Devil blush?

So, when you had asked—No, begged—Spy to join the table tonight, how could he possibly resist? Now, here he was, wishing to be anywhere but eating dinner with his half-wit colleagues. He prodded his fork at the roasted potatoes, sliding the root vegetable around the plate in a pool of oil and butter. His stomach churned at the idea of digesting something so processed. You, however, were the opposite. You were cheery, thankful to be consuming something so warm and flavorful. You had began conversing with the Engineer, praising his skills in the kitchen. A seed of jealousy had began rooting itself in Spy's stomach. You never praised him when it was his turn to cook. He envied the Texan and the attention he seemed to be getting from you.

And then it happened.

"Aw, shucks, darlin'. Maybe you could come on back to the workshop with me and I could teach you a thing or two about cookin'."

The fork that was once in Spy's hand had clattered to the ground. The chilling sound of the metal hitting the linoleum floor rang loud enough to silence whatever conversations were occurring between anyone else at the table. Spy's fists tightened into a ball, trembling slightly as he tried to compose himself. There was an obvious tension in the air, something you were sure you all could feel. Spy stood up, adjusting the collar of his suit slightly before clearing his throat. That seed of jealousy had blossomed into something vile, something ugly. Why didn't you praise him like that? Why didn't you blush and giggle when he spoke to you? What was so much better about that damn toymaker?

"If you'll excuse me," he broke the silence, almost softly, his accent thicker than usual. His footsteps receeded, heels clicking as he grew distant. Glances quietly exchanged amongst yourselves. You all knew Spy to be moody, almost angsty, at times, but not once had he ever acted out like this before. You took the napkin, wiping your mouth and standing up to follow him.

"I'll go check on him," your words came out muffled, still chewing on a piece of chewy meat. You scrambled to your feet, taking off after the grumpy espineer. You assumed he had returned to his smoking room, an offshoot area where he went to clear his thoughts. The red, mahogany doors were a stark contrast to the rest of the metallic facility. Base sure didn't look as homey as it felt, sometimes. Timidly, you raised your fist... yet, you still hesitated. Maybe it was best to leave him be? Nah, that wasn't like you.

Taking a deep breath, you rapped your knuckles against the door. A pause. Persistent, you decided to continue, pushing the door open. The creaking of the worn-down screws rang out as the only noise, followed by the sound of your feet padding against the floorboards. You had never actually been inside of Spy's smoking room, but you'd caught glimpses before. Now, here you were. You were met with a rather cinematic scene; two royal red plush armchairs sat facing a crackling fireplace, a glass of rum on the rocks sweating onto a cork coaster atop a tiny side table, an expensive looking ceramic ashtray, and a French magazine, neighboring it. You knew Spy prided himself on this room, the entirety of it. He had forced Miss Pauling's hand into making sure it was implemented, after all.

You couldn't see the Frenchman himself, but you could see a cloud of smoke beginning to perfume the air around one of the expensive seats. You approached, eyes trailing as the grey smoke contortioned itself amidst the atmosphere. As you neared, you noticed a piece of fabric neatly draped across one of the armrests. It didn't occur to you it was his silk balaclava until you got close enough that the smell of his expensive cherry cigarettes began to fuzz your brain. Everything about Spy screamed luxurious, even the scent of his imported tobacco.

"I did not say you could come in." You froze. It was ignorant to assume he wasn't aware of your presence, he was trained to do this sort of thing. This was a bad idea, you thought. Every instinct you had was telling you to run. You were intruding. Spy was in his safe space, unmasked, with his back turned to you. Even for as long as you'd known Spy, you'd never seen his face. You never even dared to ask, in fear it would scare him off. You knew how he was quick to flee if he felt threatened.

"Spy, I—"

"If you were anyone else, I'd have already sent you back to Respawn."

You trembled slightly. You knew he wasn't joking, Spy didn't joke. Although given the gift of being able to come back from the dead, it didn't change the fact that it hurt, or the panic that arises when you're in that in between zone of not-quite-dead, not-quite-alive. No matter how many times you'd respawned, it was still a less than ideal fate. The shuffling of fabric made your eyes widen. Suddenly, you were no longer talking to the back of a fancy lounge, but you were face-to-face with a stranger now.

But, he wasn't a stranger. He talked like Spy, he sounded like Spy, he was Spy. Your mouth hung agape, slightly. He was still wearing that damn suit and tie, there was never a day that passed that he wasn't dressed to the nines. His hair was a dark shade of brown, almost black, and lazily slicked back. Grey began to sprout from his roots, trailing back and sprinkling into his wavy hair. He looked much older without the mask, faint smile lines and forehead wrinkles present. His eyes drooped ever so slightly, soft purple bags hung under them. His cheekbones were high and defined, his scowl taking a seemingly permanent residence on his face. And although he was clean shaven, he still had the faintest hint of a 5 o'clock shadow.

"Sacre bleu, I wish I knew how to hate you. You make my job substantially harder, and you don't even do anything!" He huffed, taking another drag from his cigarette. He looked down his nose at you, running a gloved hand through his hair. "You don't even do anything, and it drives me crazy, chérie."

You stood, silent. He shook his head, clearly annoyed by how he felt about you. You were a distraction, a constant fog in his mind. Hadn't he already learned his lesson 23 years ago to never fall in love? It always ends up bad for him, he always ended up getting cold feet, he always ended up leaving. He couldn't do that to you, he couldn't hurt you.

"I'm afraid I don't quite understand, Spy. I thought we were friends?" His expression dropped. 'Friends'? Why would you ever befriend someone like him, a two-timing, backstabbing snake? He sighed, his shoulders dropping as his cold blue eyes met yours. Here he was, his heart on his sleeve, for you; Only for you.

"That is the problem! We are friends! Just friends! Nothing more." He paused, huffing as he scanned your features. "I have spent many lonely nights, dreaming of you, mon cœur. Wishing you were next to me, wishing for nothing more than to feel your beating heart next to mine. I may regret saying this, but je t'aime."

Your jaw went slack, falling open at his words. He walked away, now standing, disheveled, over his mini bar, pouring himself yet another glass of liquor. You saddled up behind him, hearing him mutter various swears in that romantic language you never seemed to understand. Unsure what to do, you placed a small hand on his bicep, squeezing reassuringly. Spy stopped in his tracks. Although you'd been on base for a few years now, not once had you reached out and touched him. He felt something he hadn't felt in decades, something boyish and unfamiliar. A small red dusted across his pale cheeks, running across the bridge of his nose. He hesitated to look down at you, afraid he wouldn't be able to keep himself steady if he met your gaze.

"I love you too, Spy."

You were immediately enveloped in a tight embrace. For so long, he had wanted to hold you, to feel your warm, soft skin against his. He had to crouch slightly, his knees popping as he buried his scraggy face into the crook of your neck. The scent of cologne and aftershave was strong, coupled with that slight cherry scent yet again. Hesitantly, you hooked your arms around him. You were nervous, afraid to ruin or tarnish his expensive pin-striped suit. The last thing you wanted was to sent him into a tizzy about his attire. When Spy had pulled away, he stood up straight and fixed his tie. He cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed by his lack of composure.

"Pardon me for how I stormed off earlier. I suppose I couldn't bear to see how that illiterate laborer flirted with you."

"You were jealous of Engineer?"

"...Moving along. Shall we return to the table, mon amour?" He held his arm out for you to latch yourself around. Always such a gentleman.

"We shall."

[chrisredfield73]

Hello! Im super glad i found someone with tf2 requests open, yippee!! Could i please request a Spy x reader where the reader has insecurities about dating cause they feel like they’ll be too attached and scare away their crush (this one being Spy)? I think having Spy, a man usually seen as reluctant to get too close to someone can pair well with someone who gets attached too easily and is scared of scaring their crush away.

Have a nice day!!

A/N: Cocky French man finds absolutely adorable and shy reader. I love this so much, thank you for requesting! I'm also sorry for the long wait, I had to take my mid-term exams!

This was also wrote with 2Fort in mind soooo.

Insert Spy singing Cupid here.

Rough French translations here. (I don't know French, feel free to correct me.)

mon ami/amie- My friend

belle/beau- beautiful/handsome

Je sais que tu m'aimes bien, petit lapin/lapine- I know you like me, little bunny.

mon amour- my love

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You sit in the lounge in the Red/Blu base, chewing at your fingernails. You've been thinking about a certain man, someone so unmistakable.. That certain man is Spy. He’s so mysterious and cocky, something you find so enticing. You can’t help but fear what would happen though. What would happen if he found out you like him? What would happen if you confessed and he didn’t feel the same way? That would, undoubtedly, ruin your friendship. You didn’t want to scare the man off or weird him out, it would be so awkward and heartbreaking.

Your overthinking eats at your mind, plaguing it with thoughts of self-doubt and many, many insecurities. You snap out of your thoughts when Spy enters the room. A pit of dread enters your stomach. You want to confess, you want to tell him how you feel about him but you’re scared of the worst things that could happen. 

Spy, on the other hand, knows that you like him. It’s a bit obvious by the way you follow him around like a puppy on a leash. He thinks it’s utterly adorable, so he acts oblivious. He doesn’t want to scare you off by telling you that he knows you like him. He can’t help but smirk to himself when he sees you, speaking in that husky tone, “Hello, mon ami/amie.” He notices the blush spread across your face, the way you nervously shift in your seat.. He loves it. 

It took him a long while to get to the point of getting close to you. He’s still not very open about himself, but he at least sits next to you and communicates with you fairly often. He’s a very untrusting man, mostly due to the line of mercenary work. He doesn’t let himself get attached to others but you’re special. You’re completely unaware that he actually enjoys your company since he plays it off as being bored of the others.

“Hey, Spy.” You say meekly, staring up at the Frenchman in front of you. He lets out a low hum as he takes a drag off his cigarette. He sits down not too far from you but doesn’t say anything. You’re too meek to look up at him, but he’s staring right at you. Little do you know, he’s waiting for your confession. “Do you have something to say, belle/beau?” You look up at him and quickly shake your head, but he knows.. He gets up, walking closer to you. He leans down and whispers, “Je sais que tu m'aimes bien, petit lapin/lapine.” 

He knows. Oh god, he knows. You panic, not knowing what to say. Is this going to ruin the friendship you guys have? Does he like you too? In reality, you couldn’t help but be attached nearly by the hip to this charming man. You slowly nod, deciding to be truthful. He smirks and whispers into your ear, “Don’t be afraid, mon amour.. I feel the same way.” With that, he presses a kiss to your temple before pulling away and walking out of the room.

You’re completely flustered. None of the other mercs saw it, thankfully. Did that just happen…? Maybe the Spy isn’t so keen on distancing himself from you as you thought..

[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!

[thisfanisgonesorry]

Feel free to ignore this request/ Would you write spy x reader having casual sex with him verbally teasing her because of the age gap and her daddy kink 🤧

i am so fucking sorry that it took me so long but i also had NO idea how to start it, to make up for that fact, its rlly fucking long. im not really happy with it but i feel bad if i keep this in drafts any longer. its mostly rlly sweet so i hope it has enough teasing for you. heavily inspired by my heart belongs to daddy + some other songs similar to that. (btw if a hookup kisses your forehead, hes a piece of shit, its only hot when dilfs do it), 

tags: smut duh, hes daddy lol so,, hookup/one night stand. age gap obviously. lightly lolita inspired so its up for interpretation if this is a felony or not. ur getting seduced because,, obviously, maybe a virgin? maybe not? kind of implied ur just inexperienced compared to him, unhappy ending oops, soft sex but he gets a little aggro, panty snatcher 9000

tbh hes hard to write dialogue for but i <3 him. (also i wrote enough dialogue for a part 2 except my brain stopped working so i had to cut it short) (beta didnt read all of it so hopefully its okay)

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“You have to admit, it’s a little exciting, no?”

“You could say that.” I grinned anxiously as he held my chin to make me look up at him.

“Not a soul can know about this, ma cherie.” He said, lightly kissing my lips. I leaned softly into his touch as he spoke. “I hope you understand.”

And deep down, it was beyond easy to tell that he meant that in more than one way, almost like he had a handful of reasons to not speak about this, for no one to find out. He could spoon feed any excuse to keep this hush hush.

“Yeah, I know.” I swallowed thickly. “You’re very handsome.” 

“And you are very beautiful.” He smiled.

“Thank you.” I reached up to touch his face, though hesitated because of his mask.

“Go on.” He whispered.

He took my hand in his and placed it against his cheek, the fabric was soft and well cared for, his jawline felt sharp under the touch and I could only imagine what he properly looked like without the damn thing on. The soft fabric enticed me to stroke his cheek softly which he, after a few seconds of processing, leaned into with a soft hum, clearly interested by how much I was mesmerised by such a simple item. The way we paused for this one moment of tenderness.

“Can I take it off?”

“No.” He said somewhat sternly before softening, he stayed in thought momentarily.

My hand left his face, meeting on his shoulders and both hands trailing down the front of his suit, feeling the expensive fabric under my touch. I nodded softly in understanding, though he could sense the disappointment.

“Maybe another time, ma cherie, right now, this is for both of our safety.” His eyebrows knitted together, and it was clear to tell that he wasn’t happy about it either though, admittedly, the idea of there being another time in the future was almost exciting enough to make up for it.

“No, I understand.” I spoke, not telling the entire truth and it was somewhat evident in my voice that it was, in fact, not okay.

“I want this to be wonderful, my dear. Please don’t be upset.”

I looked around his fancy hotel room, not booked for me but it was still an honour to be invited here, the last hour and a half is a blur and all I’d rather focus on is the man over twice my age standing in front of me.

“This is wonderful.”

He smiled and wrapped his arms around my torso, pulling me close to him and taking us to a very fancy couch in the large hotel room with a faux fireplace. All we need now is a bearskin rug. We basically flopped onto the couch with little to no grace and I was almost fully prepared for whatever will come next.

A short laugh escaped both of us at the short tumble. He repositioned us to sit somewhat awkwardly with him hovering above me as he began to gently kiss and nip at my neck. I leaned against the armrest, the harsh wood pressing into my back.

“You are... heaven.” He spoke, unsure if he was using the right words as he continued to kiss my flesh softly, despite his hands being harshly digging into my hips. “You are perfection.” He whispered, trailing off slightly, losing himself in his thoughts.

“Y’think so?” I breathed.

“How does it feel to be with a man who wants you?” He lightly teased as his fingers slowly lingered off my hips and under the hem of my dress, bunching it up as his hands returned to their original place.

“It’s intoxicating.” I admitted, saying it almost too quickly.

“You are intoxicating.” He smugly smiled, pressing a strong kiss on my lips. “You like getting drunk on a man’s love.” He began to slowly analyse. God, he must be good at his job.

“Is it that obvious?”

“A little, but there’s nobody here but me and you in this big and safe room.”

I felt a little embarrassed by his comments, simply reaching up to unbutton his suit, pulling the tie loose and unbuttoning the white shirt. He shrugged off his jacket and threw it on a nearby chair, letting my hands take their sweet time on undressing him. The mask was bunched around his neck slightly, hanging somewhat loosely around his collarbones which was usually covered by the neckline of his suit.

“You just love feeling desired, don’t you?”

I stared up at him, his words bounced around in my brain like an infection as I continued to unbutton his shirt. “Yes.” I confessed, though he was already well aware.

“A beautiful girl like yourself deserves appreciation.” The way he said ‘girl’ slowly dripped off his tongue and floated in the air. He was mocking me.

“Thank you, daddy.” I acted boldly, dipping my toes in the water as I wrapped my arms loosely around him, his shirt now only halfway unbuttoned.

He froze, completely still, staring down at me with an unreadable face, and all he did for a few moments was stare with a slightly agape mouth before finally letting out a small laugh. 

“That.. was a surprise. You’re really into this. You’re not afraid at all.” He spoke somewhat calmly but with a sense of condescension in his words. We both leaned closer to each other, thoughts running wild.

“C’mon, Daddy.” My lips ghosted over his, my hands trailing down his torso again and landing on his hips, he took a sharp inhale and stared down at me with his half-lidded eyes and a now clenched jaw.

“Merde.” He cursed quietly. “Don’t.”

He quietly snaked his hand around my throat loosely, not applying any pressure but more as a blank threat to stop pushing him and to distance my face slightly away from his.

“I’ll stop.” I lied through my teeth and he furrowed his eyebrows at it, knowing it to be a lie.

His lips twitched, threatening to turn into a smile though he tried to remain stone-faced as he contemplated what I deserved. He kept one hand around my throat as the other stayed glued to my hip, he began rubbing small circles with his thumb as he thought.

“You are in very experienced hands.” He finally said, leaning in to kiss me again.

“What are you gonna do?” I asked sweetly.

“What would you like me to do? What would make you happy?” He spoke slowly with a deep reverence, the way the words fell from his mouth was strangely erotic but you know what they say about french accents.

I took a moment too long to answer, so he freely slid his hands into my panties and felt his way to my clit, much faster than anyone previously. I closed my eyes softly and he could read the surprise written on my face. He began to move slowly, his mouth slightly opening as he watched me keenly.

“God.” I breathed out.

“How do you feel? Do you like being with a man instead of a boy?” He smirked slightly, moving his hand slightly faster and releasing my throat from his grasp. “You must not be used to being treated so kindly, for someone to desire you, to wish to ravish you, to enrapture.” He rambled on, enjoying the view beneath him.

“Never had anything like this before.”

“This is what a real man does. We take care of our women, make sure they’re happy.” He took a shaking breath as he watched every move I made, his hand moved from my throat to gently stroke the side of my face and pet my hair. “We make them feel beautiful, tell me, do you feel beautiful?”

“Yes, I do.” I tried to maintain eye contact and despite the slow pace, he felt really good.

“A mature man does whatever his woman wants.” He hummed. “We have big, strong arms that can hold them up. We can catch them when they fall. Do you enjoy being treated this way, little girl?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He furrowed his eyebrows sternly, despite knowing what would happen when he called me a little girl. It was so clear that it was getting under his skin in such an interesting way, one that I’ve never seen before. “Let me see you.”

I blinked momentarily at his question, which seemed more like a statement, before it clicked. “Oh, yes.” I spoke nervously as I lifted my hips for him. 

He still looked mostly emotionless as he slowly peeled away the black panties and also threw it to the side which will be a bitch to find a little later. He admired it for a moment, both hands on my hips, holding me from squirming away and I felt like shrinking under his gaze. He spat harshly on the view. “Such a pretty chatte, ma petite fille.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” He smiled softly as his fingers lowered and rested right there where I needed him, threatening to dip into me, rubbing small circles around the hole. I was clenching around nothing, wanting him inside me, letting out small gasps at the feeling, and he rolled his eyes sarcastically, placing his hand over my mouth as he pushed his long fingers deep inside me. I let out a muffled moan at his actions, staring up at him wide eyed. “Don’t you dare say what you’re thinking.” He said sternly, trying very hard to dissuade me as he slowly lowered his hand, resting it gently around my throat.

I nodded at his words. “Fuck.” I whined. 

“How would you like me to finger you, ma cherie?” I blinked at his question, it was unexpected to hear. He quirked an eyebrow before rolling his eyes again. “Do I need to show you?”

“Yes.” I responded, slightly embarrassed. He switched between two distinct styles then tilted his head for a response. I took a second to catch my breath and think. “Uh, second one?” 

“Anything for you.” He praised as he slowly moved his incredibly and unnaturally talented fingers.

He slowly began to amp it up and I let out pitiful gasps and moans as he went to work, cold-faced besides the occasional smile which he’d try to hide. I wanted to writhe and scream against his touch, feeling electrified.

“Feels good?” He asked softly, leaning forward and kissing my forehead.

“Yeah, it feels really good.” I spoke, biting my lip to restrain myself from calling him daddy.

His free hand fell from my throat and tried to undo the buttons on his shirt but struggled due to his limitations, he withdrew his hand and stuck it in his mouth briefly before continuing to shrug off his shirt. He grinned at the sweetness before placing his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him so I was no longer awkwardly leaning against the armrest and laying flat down on the couch.

He had shallow breathing as he began to unbuckle his belt and lower his pants and boxers. I kinda took him for a briefs guy. Nonetheless, he attempted to strip himself from his remaining clothes. It was a little awkward to watch admittedly.

I ran my hands up and down his toned stomach momentarily as he shuffled his pants just low enough for him to comfortably free his erection, giving it a few languid strokes before aligning it to me.

“You’re so pretty.” He mumbled as he pushed in, slowly at first but quick to bottom out to get it over and done with. “Mon dieu, ma petite fille.”

“Ah, fuck—” I cursed out as I grabbed onto his arm harshly at the feeling.

“Hey, Y/n.” He hushed. “Shh, you’re alright.” He spoke through gritted teeth, clearly trying to restrain himself in the slightest.

I nodded. “I’m alright.” I held onto him harshly, still trying to get used to the size.

“God, you’re so warm and soft.” He panted, groaning quietly.

“Mhm. ‘m not tight?” I breathed slowly.

“You feel just like a woman should.” I clenched around him and he let out a guttural groan. “Merde, mais tu es serré, si serré.” He rambled, his hands harshly digging into my hips.

“Huh?”

His head went limp and dipped down into the crevice of my neck. “Gonna need you to relax, can’t—” He grunted. I tried to level my breathing as he placed soft kisses on my neck. “I said you’re so tight, you feel so good.”

I writhe against the couch below him, feeling the slow drag of his velvety skin, despite being slow, it was deep. His eyes were hooded as they looked down at me and I struggled to keep eye contact. “Fuck, hurts.” I groaned softly, pushing at his hips to try to relieve some of the tension.

“Désolé.” He spoke softly, still pressing soft kisses against my skin and trying to rub smooth circles into my hips. “There is nothing better than this.”

The slow drag of his cock was intoxicating, I was devoid of words as his hand softly pressed against my stomach as his thumb reached to play with my clit, the soft fabric of my dress still bunched up at my waist.

“Si vous lisez ceci, j'avais juste besoin de remplissage.”

“Feels so good, daddy.” I finally cursed out.

He grunted with a particularly harsh thrust. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and I could already sense what was about to happen.

“You’re just a little girl. I’ll treat you like one.” He spat as he littered kisses down my neck again, contrary to his words. “You have no idea what you’re doing. You’re nothing compared to an experienced, well established, refined man like me. Is that what you wanted?” He spoke, dragging out the syllables of every word that left his mouth.

“What are you gonna do, daddy?” I spoke as he looked down at me with all the willpower that was left in his body. His thrust began to pick up pace slowly as I was adjusting to him, he hovered over me, entirely naked besides the mask. 

“I’m gonna show you how a man treats a woman.”

“And how am I going to go back to boys after you do?”

“You won’t.” He responded plainly but with a slight grin. “I’ll ruin you for young men. Why would you want to go back to a boy anyway? You won’t have to worry about boys.” He spoke possessively, purring at the feel of my body beneath him.

I let out a pathetic moan at the way he was speaking, feeling putty in his hands and more than willing to let this man ruin me for anyone less than experienced. 

He basically growled as his pager beeped at him. “Saved by the bell.”

“Wha— Huh?” I responded in a lust-filled daze as he haltered his movements completely and gave me a moment to rejoin planet earth before he continued.

“I need to go. Work calls.”

“Oh.” I frowned, pulling his face closer to mine to kiss him properly. Admittedly, I was a little disappointed at the sudden end, though by the looks of it, so was he given that his jaw was so clenched you could practically hear teeth cracking under the pressure.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke softly, he placed one last kiss before leaving the situation entirely.

He pulled himself out and unbunched the skirt from around my waist, though we both had no idea where my panties had ended up. He began to put his suit back on slowly but equally so, he had no idea where his tie was.

“You can stay if you wish.” He said solemnly.

“Isn’t that weird?”

“No, I don’t know when I’ll be back but there’s no point letting this hotel room go to waste with no one staying in it.” He looked around. “It was quite expensive.” He whispered softly, there were teasing undertones but it was clear he was trying to convince me into staying, like this was the one service he could provide for me, despite his sudden departure.

“I don’t think I should.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back sometime in the morning, then we can get breakfast.”

“You’re gonna come back?”

“It would be rude to leave you, no?” He spoke, looking down at me while he buttoned up his shirt before slipping on his jacket and smoothing his mask below the collar. Without his tie, he left the first button undone on the white shirt and it looked enticing. “How else am I supposed to show you that boys are just a waste of time?”

“That is true. So.. You’ll see me again?” I tried to joke back with him but it hung in the air and he could sense the disappointment and hesitation.

“Yes.” He answered thickly. “I mean, I really shouldn’t but.. I seem to be unable to stop myself nonetheless.” He leant in for another kiss before hesitating and deciding to place it on the forehead instead. “The bed is very soft, ma cherie. I must insist you stay the night, at the very least.” He repeated softly. 

“I’ll stay.” I nodded, unsure if I would keep my promise.

“You can order room service if you need.” He spoke again, picking up his pager and sliding it into his suit jacket. “I wish I didn’t need to go.”

“It’s okay. I understand.”

He nodded silent as he trudged through the room, he picked up his small duffel bag and did a silent salute goodbye before bending over again and picking up something from the ground and sliding it into his pocket, not that I saw what it was.

“I bid you adieu.” He spoke softly from the doorway before disappearing off into the night.

[creachureboy]

Morning Spy & Night Spy

Spy taking care of an age regressed reader (dni if kink)

Spy with he/she/they pronouns

This has two parts, one titled "Wakey" where Spy helps you get up, and one titled "Goodnight" where Spy lets you sleep over in their room.

Reader calls Spy "Pie", like if you removed the "s" from his name.

Nicknames Spy uses for the reader are "little one", "chou-fleur", and "love"

Spy opted to help with your morning and nighttime routine!

Wakey:

A knock-knock sounded on your door from the outside, followed by Spy's familiar voice. "Are you awake?"

Maybe since she wasn't opening the door, it wasn't urgent business. You nuzzled your cheek comfortably into your warm pillow. Just 5 more minutes..

The doorknob made a click, and the door hinges made a squeaaak, followed by one more squeeeeak as the door shut.

"Good morning," rung Spy's voice softly.

You peeked at him from under your covers, squinting your eyes due to the light from outside your window. You watched as Spy came closer, before perking your head up a bit to find one of your plushes so you could hold it to your chest. "Morny," you mumbled sleepily.

Spy sat on the bed, the mattress dipping beside you. They ran a hand through your hair, their demeanor changing a little upon realising you were regressed. "How was your sleep, my chou-fleur?"

"M still seepy," you grumbled, hugging Spy's arm as if it was another plush, "but I think m seeped good."

"That's good." With his other hand, she slowly tried to move your blanket off of you. "Are you ready to-"

You let go of Spy's arm, before turning to pull the covers over your head and facing the wall. No Spy was gonna make you get up this early! You could hear a chuckle from behind you.

"Don't be like that, little one." He leaned closer to you, holding your chin and kissing your cheek. They then suggested your head to face him, kissing your other cheek, then your nose, then your forehead, then-

You couldn't help but start giggling. "Pie!"

She smiled at you, the sunlight making their eyes sparkle. "What? I thought you liked kisses."

You held their cheek and kissed her chin in return. "I do!"

"I love kisses too, chou-fleur." He kissed your forehead one last time, before standing up and taking your hand. "Come with me, we'll go wash your face."

You pouted, but still fumbled with the blanket to try and pull it off of you, making sure to grab one of your smaller plushies as you sat up. "Why's Pie wakin up so early?"

"Early?" She echoed you. "It is 9 AM, that is hardly early, little one."

Seriously? He thought 9 AM wasn't early? You hugged your plush to your chest out of embarrassment as you started to feel a little silly.

"Oh, love," he sat beside you again and pulled you in for a hug, holding your head gently against her chest, "that is okay. I am proud of you every morning for getting up."

You hugged him back. "Thank you Pie.."

She stroked your hair, holding your shoulders to suggest you backwards to look at them. "Let's go wash your face, alright little one?"

You took their hand in yours. "Okay.."

You got up and followed Spy to the communal bathroom, down a hallway then down another. The air smelled damp, but it was familiar and comforting.

Spy let go of your hand to take their gloves off, before folding them neatly and putting them in her pocket. She started the tap for you, and you took the water to wash your face, rubbing your eyes a little.

Spy smiled at you in the mirror. "Are you feeling a little more awake?"

You nodded, pleased by the refreshing water.

Spy handed you a towel for you to wipe your face, and you took it with a "thank you", before passing it back to them to hang to dry.

You felt their comforting hand on your back, causing you to look up at him.

"Let us get breakfast, then?"

You grinned, hugging them tight. "Ok Pie!"

Goodnight:

A sleepover with Spy, how fun!

Spy's room was just as small as yours, but it seemed significantly more fancy, what with the big bed, block out curtains, even the lovely scent of his perfume. He had many books, spare clothes in their closet.. why, she had almost everything a room needed! But there was something they were missing..

Stuffies! So you brought your favourites from your room, as well as your favourite blanket. After you plopped them on his bed, you hopped onto it as well. With how big it was, you couldn't help yourself but to giggle and roll around - there was so much room!

She smiled at you, closing the curtains. "You seem happy, my little chou-fleur."

You nodded eagerly as you sat up. "Mhm!" You stared at the curtains juuust to check that nobody outside could see through them. "Is it really safe for Pie to take off her mask?"

He locked his room door, before hooking their fingers on the neck part of her mask. "Well, there is no way to see in from the outside-" they pulled their mask off, revealing their very flattened hair, "so it should be safe."

You grinned at the sight of his face, your heart warming and getting all giddy at the realisation that you were one of the only people Spy trusted enough to let see it.

Spy sat down on the bed beside you, leaning closer to plant a kiss on your head. She opened her bedside table and pulled out a comb, brushing their hair carefully before turning to you.

He held your cheek gently, combing through your hair carefully, making sure to watch for knots.

You made sure to sit still, your shoulders relaxing a little at how gentle they were. A comfortable silence washed over the both of you as a bit of drowsiness slowly started to settle in.

Once they were done, he put the comb back in their bedside drawer and opened up your blanket. "Here is yours," she pulled it over you, giving you a second to get comfortable.

You held it close to you. "Tank you Pie."

"Of course, love." He then shifted to pull the duvet cover over both of you. "And this is ours."

You stared at him, your cheeks warm.

He gave you a confused look. "Yes, little one?" She ran a hand through your hair, as if to check it was neat one last time. "Staring isn't polite."

You giggled. "Sorry Pie." You wrapped your arms around them, making sure to hug one of your plushies between you so it could get a hug too. "Pie is sooo sweet." You buried your face in his chest. "M loves you."

You could feel their shoulders relax as their arms wrapped around you. "I love you too.."

You peeked up at them, and she kissed your forehead.

"Now, I believe I promised you a bedtime story, did I not?"

Your eyes lit up, causing a smile to form on Spy's face too, as you exclaimed, "yes please!"

[habitabel]

❗❗❗THIS ISNT HAPPENING ANYMORE IT ALL WENT TO SHIT❗❗❗

GUYS GUYS GUYS

what do I do with myself rn I'm tweaking out I'm gonna rip my skin off what THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME

Edit❗❗❗ for more info, I have links to the discord, Twitter, and the official team lovetress website on my page! It's pinned at the top <3 the discord requires you to share a picture of your ID because I guess the game might have nsfw themes or maybe the discord does?? Not too sure but yeah just a warning!! Also, it's been brought to my attention that cabbage (the artist shown here) has stepped away from this project!! I'll share the tweet from cabbage here v

(ily @ncalabby )

[prettyboypistol]

How to Seduce the TF2 Mercs

Scout

Pay attention to him. Give him genuine compliments and honest feedback. He wants to feel loved and like he's worth someone's time.

Kisses and physical affection. Mans thinks about the time you put your hand on his shoulder for weeks.

Just say you love him, man. He's been overlooked his whole life.

Soldier

Take him seriously- don't belittle him or make jokes about how he views the world. He knows he's a little crazy but he is genuinely trying his best to make the world a better place.

Defend him!!! If someone shit talks him, punch that motherfucker in the jaw!!

Honest discussions with you asking a lot of questions, take the time to get to know him and you'll have a defender for the rest of your life.

Pyro

Much like with Soldier, defend them and take the time to get to know them.

Gifts, gifts, gifts!!! Give them gifts!

Be a little flirty ;> don't baby them! Treat them like the adult they are!

Demoman

Bro just ask to fuck. He'll probably say yes.

He loves a bold mf that knows how to take what they want. Come on to him, buy him a drink, and ask if he's got any company for the night.

If you're going for something a little more long term, just remove the sleeping aspect. Just say you're interested in getting to know him you'll most likely get a date and see how things go.

Engineer

He's a sucker for practical use gifts (i.e. mechanical oil, a new wrench, etc) or sentimental gifts (photograph of you two, love letters)

Call him handsome! Call him pretty and a gentleman! Appeal to that cowboy energy and treat him all respectful like and you'll definitely catch his interest.

If you're not the type to do all that song and dance, go the opposite route. Stump him with a logistic problem and tease him about it. He'll nonstop think about you for months and bitch about you to his sentries.

Heavy

Mikhail likes hotheads and determined people, someone who's not afraid to fight if the situation comes to it.

Ask him about general things and slowburn that mf about nice conversations until you two can talk about personal things.

Ask him to help you clean your guns! Ask him weaponry questions about what would suit you better in the field!

Medic

GET THIS MAN SOME ORGANS. GET HIM SOME FUNDING!!!! get him a lil lovebirddddd

Take the time to get to know his birds and if the birds like you, Medic automatically likes you more.

Take an interest in his medical discoveries and his life! He's a prime yapper and wants to t a l k. That's why he never shuts up when doing surgery.

Spy

Romance him traditionally, to be honest. Keep it classy and court him like the romantic he is. Roses placed in his locker, prime dinners delivered to his door, BE A ROMANTIC ABOUT IT.

If you can't dance, ask him to teach you "for a mission" (He will know that you're the one behind all the flirtatious gestures bc he's SPY)

Butter up that man like he's a piece of toast. Handsome young man who captured your heart and holds it hostage. Classy gentleman that could get away with world domination with gorgeous eyes like that.

Sniper

Don't come on too strong, he's a bristly one. Be calm and casual. Hit him with that friends to lovers.

He's more of a tough nut to crack and insecure of if you actually like him, so be sure to flood his mind with ambiguous hints when you think you see signs of him showing interest in you.

To really seal yourself in his heart, spend a lot of quality time with him! Go camping, hunting, fishing, driving, anything that gets the both of you alone and quiet.

[scoutsbabygirl]

literally an audio of the reader/listener being railed by ALL OF THE MERCS

the scout voice actor does the accent PERFECTLY. there's another one too i can link if anyone's interested. shoutout to all the va's in this, was frickin' awesome!

[the-laughing-lunatic]

Headcanons for Spy, Medic, and Sniper with an S/O who likes singing alot?

(Ofc! So sorry for the lateness, this was in my inbox for a bit. Thx for requesting!)

Spy, Medic, and Sniper w/ an S/O who sings (ROMANTIC)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

☆Spy☆

Loves it

More excuse to be a hopeless romantic with you

One of his favorite things to do with you is play piano with you sitting on the bench next to him sing a melody along with what he’s playing

If you wanna absolutely WOO this man, learn French love songs to sing to him (his favorite is La Vie en Rose)

Guaranteed to having you leaving his smoking room covered in lipstick marks (or not leaving till morning 👀 /j /j)

Gets so flustered though

“Mon cherie, you must reduce to cheap tricks to seduce me? Pathetic.”

(He says that right before kissing you so hard you can see the future)

☆Medic☆

Is utterly fascinated by it when he finds out

No one on the team has a particularly good singing voice, so he def wants to do (more) experiments w/ you

“Open your mouth for me schatz, that’s it, lovely. Now sing an F# for me.”

Wants to see your vocal chords in action fr fr

Will compliment it all the time in his own special way

“Ohoho! Your diaphragm, it is so strong! And that larynx, the control in it!”

Well, at least you think those are compliments. Hard to tell with him.

On quieter, calmer nights he turns on the record player he has in his lab and takes your hand, leading you to waltz with him

Wraps an arm around your waist as you hum the melody along into his ear. 

“Ich liebe dich, schatz.”

☆Sniper☆

Finds it relaxing to just listen to

In those early mornings he loves to just lean against you and drink his coffee as you hum whatever new melody is in your head

Isn’t a really talkative guy so he likes to just listen to you sing all the time, like you’re his personal radio whenever he’s carving 

Flirts with you about it all the time

“You got an awful pretty voice, songbird, it’d be a pity if someone interrupted all that singin’ by kissing you~”

Yeah he calls you songbird all the time now

You got a name? You don’t anymore, it’s songbird

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

The pookies

[theonemeathead]

Spy x Reader, "Damn Spys"

hello! sorry for the lack of content, all i do is work nowadays. here's a spy x reader smutfic in the meantime, enjoy!

tws for fem implied reader, afab anatomy

Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck.

You propelled yourself forward, skidding down the hall. You slightly fumbled over yourself, quickly regaining your balance before sprinting off again. Everyone was on edge, it was a code red; BLU Spy was in the base. Ironic. You had little time to look for him, before God knows what might happen to all of you.

You turned sharply to the right, your loaded gun in your hand. You carried something high calliber in situations like this, it was necessary. Spys were sneaky and played dirty, they toyed with their prey until they had their fill and, only then, did they go for the kill. For all you knew, there could be duplicate of yourself running around, gaining your team's trust. Trust nobody when a Spy is in your midst.

You gunned for the intelligence room. It was only a matter of time before your briefcase was picked up and stolen by the French version of a modern day Boogeyman. You stood in front of the door, racking your brain for the code. It changed weekly, it was never the same input. Soldier normally left the code on a bright yellow sticky note above the keypad, but it seems this was the one time he'd forgotten. You typed in multiple sequences before a familiar chime played, the lock lighting up green and clicking open. Proud of yourself, you turned the doorknob, laying eyes on the briefcase immediately. You scanned the room, carefully. Spys had multiple tricks up their sleeves, including the ability to cloak. Turning invisible was not just a parlor trick when it meant you could end up, face-down, with a flashy balisong dug deep into your back.

Nodding your head, you began walking backwards. You were about to turn around and high-tail back to the others, desperate to be anything but by yourself, when you tripped over... nothing? You had fallen backwards, right on your ass. You were lucky none of the others were here, but then that led to your next question. What could have possibly been in your way? You didn't have time to think before the eerie sound of a Spy decloaking rang out, causing goosebumps to appear immediately on your body. You whipped around, catching the wrist of a very familiar man.

A Spy.

Your brow furrowed, you didn't think twice before pulling him down, towards you. He stumbled, falling forward slightly as you moved to the side. He was so light, so easy to just push around. You wondered how someone so skilled could just be tossed like nothing. You had never really touched a Spy, you tried to stay away from any of them as much as possible. The soft silk of his satin navy jacket felt heavenly, it was a shame he was trying to kill you. He tossed his beloved butterfly knife from one hand to the other, skillfully catching it and swinging back in one graceful motion. You had barely managed to jump back, hardly escaping being sliced like swiss cheese. He seemed to be getting growingly more frustrated the longer you two kept up what felt more like a waltz, than a fight. You kept narrowly avoiding lethal cuts, pushing him around as if he weighed nothing. Having had enough, he growled, fading away in a cloud of smoke again. All that indicated he was still here was the sound of his heeled footsteps.

"Turning invisible? That's cheap," you whispered more to yourself, than anyone. You panted, your senses were heightened from anxiety. Your eyes flicked around, he could be anywhere, now. The hair on your neck stood up immediately when you felt a lingering presence beginning to creep up behind you. As if on queue, he decloaked, his weapon drawn and ready to spill blood. The blade yearned for the sweet taste of that metallic crimson, and it had your name written all over it. You knew the feeling, you've grown familiar with the searing sting that would strike you down in between your shoulder blades. Being backstabbed was nothing more than just a common occurrence on the battlefield, but in your own base, it was laced with something that dug deeper than just the length of a knife; Shame.

You caught him once again, your eyes locked with his. His brow was angled down, tightly pinned together as he tried to keep pushing past the grip you had on him. Seems Soldier's training does pay off. His steel tinted eyes glistened in flickering light of the overhead LEDs, the red light of the alarm illuminating him every now and then. You took a moment to admire what little bit of his face you could see. His eyebrows were well trimmed, as if he plucked them himself. There was a slight crease on the bridge of his nose, the hook leaving a deep indent in between his eyes. You could smell the distinct scent of aftershave from how close you were, along with a fragrant cologne. His teeth, although perfect, were slightly stained from nicotine. You could see the remnants of what would be where his facial hair would grow, a shadow all that's left of what was once there. He was well kempt, you'll give him that. You had half-forgotten you were about to die, until you felt your hand falter slightly. His butterfly knife was dangerously close to the vital atery in your neck. You didn't know what to do, you felt cornered.

So, naturally, you swung your other hand up to meet the fabric of his inky blue balaclava. Taking a fistful of the fabric, you yanked it off, tossing it far off to the side. He stared, wide-eyed down at you. You felt his movements stutter, as if expecting anything but that to have happened. You took the window of opportunity to knock the balisong out of his hands, watching as it slid itself under a set of filing cabinets. Now, you were face to face with Spy, yet he didn't have the illusion of hiding behind a mask anymore. He backed off, creating distance between you two.

His cheek bones were high and defined, his jaw almost chiseled. He had a few wrinkles, frown lines and crow's feet, indicating he was aged. Much older than you. The part that surprised you the most was how much hair was under his disguise. He had a headful, most of it slicked back to the top of his head. It was a dark shade of brown, almost black. Grey streaks formed from the root, fanning back and feathering through the rest of his wavy hair. You were awestruck, to say the least.

"You're beautiful." Your words came out, breathless. You watched his frantic expression shift to one of blatant confusion.

"Pardon?" He had been called many things, handsome, sexy... but never beautiful. He flushed slightly at your compliment before quickly shaking his head. You had just ripped his mask off, sent his most prized possession flying across the room, and now you had the gall to compliment him?

He sculked towards you, watching as you took a step back everytime he moved forward. You stopped abruptly when your lower half bumped into the table; The table your intelligence sat on. He trapped you, slamming both of his long, skinny arms around your frame. Instinctively, you shrunk down. He was tall, so much taller than you. You flinched when he brought a hand up to your waist, taking the gun from its holster. He sat it on the floor, kicking it far away from where you both stood. Now you were both defenseless in the sense that you both lacked weapons.

"Do you know what I do to those who've seen my full identity, mon chérie?" The words rolled off his tongue, venom dripping from his words. The way he spoke sent shivers down your spine. And although he worked for the enemy, you felt yourself wanting him to say more, to do more to you. Were you into this?

"What?" It sounded meek, desperate even. Damn Spys are all the same; Flirty and suave. But, God, was he good at it. He smirked, a sinister undertone etched deep into his expression. He traced a gloved hand from the top of your knee, up towards your inner thigh. He kneaded teasing circles, dangerously close to the warmth between your legs. You were embarrassed how aroused this was getting you. The risk of being caught in an open space like this, the thrill of flirting with someone who you were supposed to hate, it was all too much. He chuckled darkly, pressing himself into you, the crotch of his slacks rubbing against your soft body.

Oh, he was getting off on this too.

"Why don't I show you." He wrapped one hand around your neck, digits pressing slightly into the vulnerable flesh between his fingers. Tenderly, he connected his lips to yours. He reveled at the way you whined into the kiss, amused by how needy you were. He allowed you to unbutton the jacket of his suit, helping you peel it off. Tongues danced around each other, the taste of mint and menthol numbing your senses. He was so intoxicating, he made even a sloppy makeout feel elegant.

He broke the kiss, a small string of saliva still connecting your mouths. You panted, pulling him by the loops of his slacks. Eagerly, you went for the zipper, ready to have your brains fucked out. Yet, it was his turn to catch your wrists. He sternly looked at you, pushing your hands back to your chest. You swallowed thickly, obeying the silent command. Instead, you opted to move to yourself. You fiddled with the buttons of your own jeans, hastily pulling them down to your ankles and off. You hopped up on the table behind you, gasping when cold steel made contact with your warm, bare skin. Spy watched you, eagerly. His gaze was hungry, maybe even desperate. There was no 'double' of you yet, MannCo. was still working out the kinks of it all. Perhaps seeing you flaunt yourself on the battlefield drove him crazy. Perhaps that's why it felt like he targeted you during those matches, to get close to you, to feel you. You reminisced often of the times of how he would hold you as you faded to Respawn.

Broken from your thoughts, you felt the leather material of an expensive glove paw at the bottom of your shirt. He looked at you for confirmation, in which you obliged by helping him lift it up and off. Experienced hands trailed to your back, masterfully unclipping your bra. It felt so nice, being pampered like this. You allowed it to fall of your shoulders, the straps sliding down your bicep as you peeled the coarse material off. You were bare beneath him, save for your panties.

"Tu es belle, mon ange," he spoke, breathlessly. He dipped, leaving soft kisses down your jaw and towards your collarbone. He lapped at the crook where the dip of your neck met your shoulders, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh. He sucked, a slight sting beginning to form from the sensation. Your breath hitched, a small gasp leaving you as you felt the familiar tenderness of a bruise beginning to form. He plastered you with marks, as if claiming you. Claiming you, the 10th mercenary of the RED team, for BLU.

You laced one of your hands in his greying hair, instinctively pulling at the soft strands when he bit down particularly harsh. You heard a low groan, causing another wave of heat to pool between your legs. Seemingly satisfied with the dark purple marks littered across your upper body, he began making his way down. Leaving slow, sensual kisses down your sternum and towards your chest and down your stomach. He looped his fingers around the band of your underwear and began pulling. He slid them down with little trouble, caressing the back of your leg with his other hand as he did so. Even in the blaring alarms, he could still see how you glistened for him.

"You seem to be enjoying this, ma fleur," he purred. You let out a shakey breath, eyes following the hand that trailed from you knee, down towards your warmth. You sighed in bliss when you felt the foreign material of his gloves delve into the folds of your cunt, rubbing expertly around your clit. He started slow, making you whine and grind back against him.

"More, please. I need more." Your voice was lined with ecstasy. He chuckled, amused by how you didn't beat around the bush. Maybe you weren't so hard to break.

"Whatever you wish."

You grabbed his wrist, arching into the touch as he rubbed faster. It was insane how good at this he was. You began to feel a coil, as if a something inside of you was beginning to tighten. You rocked your hips in rythm with his fingers, biting your lip to hold back how loud you wanted to be. Eventually, it snapped. Your grip tightened on his arm, your eyes screwed shut as you felt hot bliss course through tour body. He worked you through it, stopping when you finally came down. You looked up at him, mouth slightly agape. The Frenchman grinned, maniacally, down at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling from pride.

A silent look was shared between the two of you; A knowing look. He unfastened the buckle of his belt, allowing his pants to slide down towards the floor. He kept his shirt and tie on, but allowed you to pull his briefs down, studying your reaction as you watched his hard cock spring free. He was a lot longer than you imagined, yet not thick. He was uncircumcised, his cock a bit darker than the rest of his body. You watched as he pumped himself a couple of times, the head of his cock peaking out. It was a light pink, cute in a weird way. You watched as a line of clear precum dripped towards the floor.

He guided the tip towards your aching pussy, slowly sliding himself into the wetness of your body. He let out a long groan, as if he hadn't done this in a long time, as if he needed to use your body. You gasped when he bottomed out, the head of his cock resting against your cervix. You whimpered, desperate for him to create friction. Just like him, it had been a while since you'd done this too.

He pulled his hips back, testing the waters before pushing fully back into you. He positoned himself above you so that his hands were pulling you up towards him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, encasing him deep inside you. You threw your arms around his neck, one planting itself deep in his hair, yet again. He fucked into you, rough and fast. Every thrust illicited an even more vulgar moan from you. It didn't help he was rather noisy in your ear, either. Praising you in a language you didn't understand, groaning your name. Not your class name either; Your real name.

Suddenly, he hit a spot, his cock dragging fully against it. He abused it, knowing what it was doing to you. You couldn't even get the words out before you reached your climax, biting down on his shoulder to muffle your noises. This seemed to be what pushed him over, the way you tightened around him and moaned his name, it was too much. He released, deep inside the warmth of your body. You could feel yourself getting filled, bred to the brim with his cum beginning to leak out of you. He pulled out, leaning back to gaze into your eyes. His gaze was gentle, almost loving. Maybe this is what he needed, a companion. After 23 years, it felt nice to just hold somebody. To you, it felt nice to be held.

You both knew this was not going to be a one time thing.

"SPY, COME IN. HAVE YOU PENETRATED THE DEFENSES, YET? OVER." The voice of the BLU Soldier rang out over Spy's watch. He groaned, rolling his eyes before raising it to respond.

"I've penetrated something, oui," he winked at you, taking his other hand and combing his hair to slick back down. He got dressed, pulling the mask back on as the final touch. He left a quick kiss on your forehead, before clicking something on his watch. He nodded his head at you, standing at the exit. "Until again, mon ange."

You watched as he ran off down the hall, disappearing into a cloud of smoke. You shook your head, amused.

As you slid your shirt back on, finally fully dressed, the weight of what had happened had hit you. He was still the BLU Spy. You whipped your head back to the table, eyes widening as you noticed that your team's briefcase was now missing. Your jaw dropped and all you could do was stand there as the Administrator's voice rang through the base, disappointment evident.

"You've failed! The enemy has secured our intelligence."

Damn Spys.

[miintsprigz]

Mercs x GN! reader who drew them (ALL NINE!)

This goes out to everyone, not just my artists.

But yes, all my fic material is extremely self-serving.

Big thank you to a dear friend of mine for helping me with mercs like Pyro, Engie, Sniper, and Medic when I got stuck.

VERY LONG POST INCOMING

Scout

• Well, he IS an artist himself, that’s probably how the two of you first started talking.

• Ran past one day, only to immediately throw it in reverse and go “hey whoa whoa whoa when were you gonna tell me you could draw?!”

•Naturally…it was only a matter of time.

•He was always so encouraging about your stuff, so…after working up the guts, you showed him.

• “Yo wait a sec…you drew me??? I…” For once in his life, he’s at a loss for words. He’s never been drawn—not even a self-portrait. For as cocky as he seems…well…

•He just…stares for a second. Marveling. Is that…really what I look like?

• “Do you like it?” “Abso-friggin-lutely, (Y/N)!!! You kiddin’? I don’t even look that beautiful in real life! And ya know, that’s sayin’ somethin!”

•You laugh, and he pulls you in so fast to hug you that you weren’t even ready. “But seriously…thank you. I’ve uh…I’ve never been drawn before. You did amazing. …you know I gotta draw you now, right?”

•And he does. He’s a complete perfectionist about it—he feels like he can’t replicate you, you’re one of a kind. (He actually does very well! But he’s so shy showing it to you…d’aww.)

Pyro

•Pyro was more of a doodler than anything. They loved color. And of course, you could resonate with that.

•Sometimes you’d draw designs and let them color it in. They giggled all the while…they just adored how creative you were.

•Being the most secretive about their appearance, they’re hard to nail down…even for you. Pyro is most themself in their full gear. You, out of everyone, know that best.

•So you took a…different approach. Abstraction.

•Their hands, the ones that so often seemed to be magnetically drawn to you.

•Their back, the strong shoulders when they just felt content to sit in the quiet with you.

•The brief glimpses you’d caught of their face—split second instances in shadows—those were easy, yet challenging. Their brief sightings made them easy to be abstract about, and yet, it made them harder to actually nail down.

•Conjuring a rather fittingly smoky composition, it had a dreamlike feel to it. Pure Pyro.

•You were only a bit hesitant to show them, but when they did see…they surprised you a bit.

•You could see them straighten up a bit…surprised. They craned their neck a bit, looking closer, gently curling their fingers over yours to hold the snapshot-like portraits with you.

• “Hmmm…” There was a sort of…tranquility to them. So unlike your little sparky fella.

• “Do you like them?” Immediately, the edge of their mask bumped against your forehead—your own personal way of kissing. That was all the answer you needed.

•They couldn’t verbalize it, but…seeing beauty in images of themself. The same beauty they saw all around them…it made them see themself in a way they never had before.

•And of course, it made them fall even deeper in love with you, the one who cared for them so much that they took the time to look so deeply.

Heavy

•Heavy is a very intelligent man, but he’s never had much gift for creative work. Even his insults were kind of just the same thing repeated, when the other mercs made it an art form.

•So he couldn’t help but be enraptured by your artistic endeavors and how much work you put into them.

•He loved to see you covered in your medium of choice, your passion for it. Made him lovesick. How lovely you were doing what you loved.

•If he could paint, he would have wanted to paint that. So he could look at it forever.

•So of course, imagine his delight when you decided to draw him!

• That roaring laugh you so enjoyed boomed immediately, just elated.

•“Ohhhh…look at that! You captured me perfectly! Beautiful!” You couldn’t help but beam with pride.

•“Can Heavy keep this?” “Of course you can, hon.” This warranted a sudden barrage of kisses to your face, which cracked you up of course.

•“Very happy to have such talented artist as yourself to love. But to me? You are most beautiful. In all the world.” Despite being more eloquent in his native language, Heavy could still get you to turn red. “Oh gosh…” “Is true!”

Demoman

•Tavish had always been a pretty sentimental fellow. He really did enjoy artwork, but didn’t talk about it much.

•Once he discovered that you were an artist, he was over the moon. Finally, he felt, he could talk to someone about art without them possibly poking fun.

•He’d never go in your sketchbook unless you allowed him to, but he always looked with such admiration in his eyes. “That’s bloody brilliant. So long as ya luv it, never stop doin’ this. Cuz I’ll never stop lookin.”

•One day, you told him you had a surprise for it. “I dunno if I like surprises…” “Oh trust me, Demo,” you chirped, “I think you’ll like this one.”

•As you held up the finished product, his mouth went agape. Almost instantly, he began to smile.

•“Well aren’t you just the sweetest!! That’s me there???” “Yes, love. I uh, I hope that you like it.” His gaze shifted over to you, and you could see his eye had grown somewhat misty.

•Demo was at a loss for words. He had never thought of himself as particularly good-looking, certainly not good enough to be drawn. And yet. You had drawn him. Drawn him very well. And he liked how he looked. Was that how you saw him?

•“Aw, Tav…you okay??” He blinked quick, trying to keep composed.“Never better…c’mere, you…”

•Wrapping his arms around you, he gave you a kiss, just about taking your breath away.

•“My little artist…ya made me look so good.” You caught him rubbing his eye a bit. “I just drew what I saw.” “Well, ya see a work of art in me. And that? That’s the best surprise of all.”

Engineer

•With how much designing went into his machines, Dell could always appreciate the skills of an artist. So when he learned that you were one, well, that only sweetened an already sweet deal.

•You were a little self-conscious at first about him watching you work. You tended to just work parallel to one another, both lost in your own stuff.

•You’d sometimes stop what you were doing to follow his hands as he put the pieces together, fingers wandering as they looked for the correct tool.

•When the inverse happened though—when Engie watched you work—he admired your spontaneity. You could start off with a total wild card and somehow managed to pull it all together and make it work, in a way he never could have come up with.

•Being rather rigid in his own trade, that was something Dell couldn’t help but be dazzled by. Very smart man for sure, but rather by-the-book. Not like you. He saw genius in the way your mind worked.

•So, one day, as the two of you perused each other’s handiwork a bit, you shyly revealed the piece you’d made of him—hard at work on an updated sentry model.

•His lips parted a little like he was about to say something, but nothing came out.

•“I know it’s a little rocky…I’m not the best at drawing machinery.” Gently, he took ahold of the sketchbook and gave it a soft tug, nonverbally asking for permission to hold it. You let him.

•As he looked closer, a warm smile crept across his face. “Well, well…wouldja look at that. That’s me alright.” He chuckled heartily, but you realized it was from admiration, not amusement.

•“Look at you, (Y/N)! Saw me all covered in dirt an’ said ‘yeah, I can make art from that’. I love it…shucks, darlin’, I can hardly get my eyes off of it.”

•He looked back at you, still all aglow, only to find you blushing to the point of near luminescence. “Aw, c’mon now honey…no need to be all shy. You’re incredible, ya know that?”

•An arm slunk around your shoulders, pulling you fast to his side, quickly pecking the top of your head. “I love it, and I love you.”

Soldier

•Soldier was a brave man, that he was confident in. But even he was self-aware enough to realize he wasn’t the sharpest.

•Anything he’d ever drawn looked like kids’ stuff, so to see what you could make? It blew his mind.

•Jane tried not to stare while you drew—you’d gotten all nervous when you’d caught him, and he was trying to be courteous—but he couldn’t deny how it captivated him.

•“Whatcha workin’ on now?” “I’m drawing those two goofs.” You motioned to the Spy and Scout bickering as they often did. “Why them, of all things?” “I just like capturing the moment sometimes.”

•One day, as you sat while he drilled the rest of the team, you started to do just that. You found it hard not to chuckle just a little as the others groaned and rolled their eyes.

•Sure, you got their annoyance, but you couldn’t help but be pulled in by Jane’s excitement and hot-bloodedness.

•“Seemed pretty lost in your work there, or I woulda asked you to join in.” A strong hand ruffling your hair snapped you out of your daze. “Capturing the moment again?”

•“Uh-huh. I think this is my best one yet.” You turned the book around to show him, and you saw his lips part slightly in surprise before he suddenly laughed. “Haha! Look at that! It’s me!”

•You laughed with him, just happy to see him so tickled by it. “I think I really captured you.” “I’d say so, kid! I’d say so…wow.” The amusement gave way to what you realized was…almost awe.

•“I look…strong. Proud.” “Yep.” “…I look good.” “Of course you do.” He nudged his helmet down a bit with his hand, chuckling to himself. From what little bit of his face you saw…was he blushing?

•Imitating him playfully—it was something you two tended to do, he found it cute—you joked, in your best impression of him, “‘Are you going soft on me, maggot??? You’re red as a tomato!’” “Noooo…oh, (Y/N), what am I gonna do with you?”

•He caught the side of your face softly and pecked you on the cheek. “But…really. Thank you, sweetheart. I think that’s my favorite thing you’ve ever made.”

Sniper

•Truthfully, Mick had never given a lot of thought to the arts before he’d met you. What really caught his eye was the amount of time you put into it.

•Sniper knew better than anyone that holding still, completely focused on your task, being all but absorbed in it…that was respectable.

•The fact that he could leave for work and come back to find you in the same spot? It was just very attractive to him.

•You stopped by to watch him sometimes, very discreetly, on less busy days, although he wouldn’t lie, it got him nervous. He trusted in his own skills plenty, but…you weren’t just anyone. He couldn’t have you getting hurt.

•So one day, as he finally wrapped up, he saw you, still hard at work. He didn’t want to interrupt you, but if it was time to go, he wanted to go. Giving you a light pat on the shoulder, he chuckled. “Almost done there, darlin? Quittin’ time.”

•“Just a bit more…there. Perfect. Check it out.” You held up what you’d been working on: a full sketch of him invested in his own work.

•It took him a moment to process what he was seeing, but once he did, he couldn’t help but be amazed. Slightly slack-jawed, he looked up at you, the faintest trace of a smile.

•“Never considered myself the modelin’ type, ‘specially not out here, but…wow. Ya really did it. And I look bloody good, too!” “Well duh!” “Oh, stop—” Oh, that got him. The Aussie was surprisingly easy to fluster once he’d fully grown comfortable, and you loved it.

•“Awww, are you blushing?” “Just a little…now c’mon.” Taking your hand, he helped you up, quickly hugging you around the shoulders, catching you somewhat off-guard.

•“But really. Great job there. Thanks…it’s an honor, ya know that? To be drawn by you?” “Gosh—” “Heh, now you’re the one goin’ all red.” “Oh, stop—”

Medic

•The good(?) doctor first learned of your artistic prowess when he caught you trying to draw the charts he had on his wall. “Ooh! Very impressive.”

•Medic could do a lot of things, but drawing wasn’t really one of them. He couldn’t resist watching you work, even though he knew it was a bit touchy.

•“Poetry in motion, Liebe. Really.” Simp. “Oh, come on—” “I mean it! You have such precision, such grace…it’s a sight to behold!”

•So of course, when you were working on something that you absolutely would not let him look at, he wanted to see even more.

•“I promise that whatever it is, I will find it as beautiful as you!” “It’s not that, silly—it’s supposed to be a surprise!” He seemed almost sulky about it…it was kind of cute, although you did feel a bit bad.

•Eventually though, it was done—him, with Archimedes on his shoulder. “Okay, honey, you can look now.”

•One hand comes up over his mouth, audibly gasping. “Is that…? It is!!! Haha!”

•You had never seen him this happy, and you couldn’t help but smile. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time, (Y/N)! Look at that…and Archimedes too!”

•Perhaps unsurprisingly, he brings the bird out to show him too. It’s hard to gauge the response from a dove, but the tranquil cooing seems to suggest that he enjoys it.

•The doctor catches you off-guard as he sweeps you into a kiss. “Oh…danke, Schatz (treasure). May I keep this?” “Of course~”

•Best believe this man is showing your art off to EVERYONE who he treats, going on and on about what an incredible artist and person you are.

Spy

•This guy is a man of culture, he can appreciate good art. And good artists, wink.

•But in all seriousness, your attention to detail was incredibly attractive to him. After you’d been together for a while, the two of you would sit in his smoking room and relax together once the work day was over.

•Sometimes he’d be off to the side just doing his own thing, reading, but other times he’d actually sit beside you and watch. There was an intimacy to it, one you took time to grow fully comfortable with, but he was patient.

•So when you were very secretive one night, it caught his attention. Nothing slipped past him—not even you. You sensed him behind you surprisingly quickly though, and quickly closed the project up.

•“Shy tonight, are we? So unlike you, mon bijou (my jewel)…” “Hehe…be patient, babe, it’s not done yet.”

•His arms wrapped around you from behind briefly…gosh, it was difficult to keep anything secret from this man. “Very well. Keep your secrets…for now.”

•But he respected that you didn’t want him to see it just yet, and so he waited.

•“…Okay, you can look now.” In an instant, he was behind you again. It was hard to even look up at the guy right now, but once you did…there was this sense of wonder in his face that you hadn’t seen before.

•It wasn’t often that Spy looked at himself unmasked for longer than a few seconds—he’d almost forgotten his own face by now. For spies, he reasoned, it was better that way. But the way you had captured every detail of him…

•“Oh, what a handsome devil…wonder who that could be…” Was he trying to brush off his own flustering? Maybe a little.

•You couldn’t help but giggle as he almost hurriedly sat down next to you, quickly drawing you in close as he continued to look. Almost entranced.

•That element of intimacy I mentioned before? It was his turn to feel it now. Not even in a physical way, which is what this Casanova is so used to.

•No, the fact that you had clearly just…looked at his face, so intently. There was something raw and vulnerable to it. And as much as he wanted to look at it even more, his eyes were magnetically drawn to you.

•“I wouldn’t have ever asked it of you, but…I always wondered what it would look like if you drew me. I…”

•Glancing back down, he found that he couldn’t even come up with anything to say. The act of love had rendered him speechless. YOU BROKE HIM OH MY GOSH/j

•“…Do you like it?” Before you could say anything else, you were swiftly kissed, and I mean kissed.

•Spy always looked at you with a sort of passion, but this was different. He had never felt so much love for someone. Felt like a young, hopeless romantic boy all over again.

•“I adore it…and most of all, I adore you, mon cœur (my heart).”

AAAAND IM DONE. WHEW. That was fun!

[lunatic-pudge]

Mercs Being Jealous

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(Requested by menenthusiast900069)

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Aight, so let's make a quick list of most to least jealous, just so you get an idea of my very bias beliefs, I am semi willing to debate this.

1.) Sniper

2.) Demo

3.) Scout

4.) Medic

5.) Pyro

6.) Soldier

7.) Engie

8.) Spy

9.) Heavy

Now, onto the headcanons!

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Scout:

-Such a jealous baby, he can't help it

-A lot of it comes from his insecurities and also being the youngest of eight. He's used to being "the runt" of the group, even with the mercs. So he feels like he has to compete with them for your affection, even if you two are dating

-Like, someone could stand just a little too close to you and he's already starting the side eyes

-Scout, chill, for real for real

-He will attach himself to you once the jealousy kicks in. Arms wrapped around you, nuzzling up against you, it's that inner dog in him

-He will get mouthy with whoever is causing the jealousy. Talks a lot of smack for someone who is built like a damn twig. So it goes from him loving on you, to you having to prevent a fight from happening. Yes, depending on who it is, he can win the fight, he's a mercenary afterall. But when it comes to guys who have a big build like Heavy, then you'll really need to stop him

Soldier:

-Isn't really the jealous type, surprisingly. I think it comes from an oblivious stand point. Like, you need to point it out that someone's flirting with you for him to get even an increment of jealousy

-He really feels like he has nothing to worry about (which he's right). He's more than confident that you're loyal to him cause he is with you

-I feel like when you do say someone is flirting with you, he isn't gonna be violent, moreso he will make a big name and shame thing out of it (he basically did that to Miss Pauling in the comics)

-Like, "Who do you think you are flirting with MY GIRL, maggot! You are a disgrace to this country! Now drop and give me 100!"

-But that don't mean he isn't ready to throw hands. Cause he will. Homie's down to break a few necks. But if you don't want him doing that then you're gonna have to remove him from the situation

Pyro:

-I feel like they're kinda like Solider is the more oblivious aspect, but not as much. Like, they can tell when someone's flirting with you, but whether they truly care or not is up for debate

-I don't really see Pyro as a violent type when jealous. Why waste their energy on someone so insignificant to them?

-If anything, Pyro will just resort to loving all over you, more than usual. All the while giving the offending person a death stare

-It's a very effective form of intimidation

-Cause think about it, are you gonna want to fight a person wearing a flame proof suit, that isn't speaking, and is just giving you the thousand yard stare? No, you wouldn't

Demoman:

-Poor baby can be quite insecure. I feel so bad for him

-Constantly worries about not being good enough. He's so used to being beat down by the people around him that he doesn't have good self-esteem

-He will stand nearby you, waiting for you to notice him, looking like a sad and lost puppy

-Once you finally notice him, you'll have to pry him open to find out what's wrong. He doesn't like burdening you with his problems so he tends to sit and stew about everything til he bursts

-He will need to to reassure him that you aren't going anywhere and that you love him. He needs a lot of verbal reassuring cause he's a worrying lad

Heavy:

-Heavy? Jealous? Where?

-While Scout, Demo, and Sniper might be the top three most jealous, Heavy, Engie, and Spy are the least jealous

-Heavy is this big, strong bear, why would you ever wanna settle for less? Like, frfr, you'd have to have an IQ less than an orange to stoop to such lengths

-But let's play along and say that he did get jealous. One of those very rare times it happens. He knows he doesn't have to do much to make the offender leave, all he has to do is stand there

-And stare.

-And stare..

-And stare...

-He's got that resting angry face so he just has to stand behind you and exist to make people leave you alone. It's kinda funny to think about it. He'll gently take your hand and leave after that

-Why be around people when you two can be locked away in a quite room with a good book?

Engineer:

-Again, not a jealous person. But he does have his moments sometimes

-He's a confident boy and knows you wouldn't do anything. Plus have you seen him? He's an intelligent man, got such a nice voice and accent, and can build a machine to keep you safe

-When he jealous, he's passive aggressive. He doesn't like to be hostile, especially so up front, so he'll do little things to help get his point across

(Would give examples but I'm not passive agressive, I'm just aggressive, oops)

-He'd come up to you, slide an arm around you, give you a kiss on the cheek, and say how he was looking for ya while side eyeing the offender

-THAT MAN COULD USE HIS VOICE TO SEDUCE YOU ALL OVER AGAIN, FIGHT ME

-Weirdly enough, I can see him as someone who will look into the offender, find all the person's info and hand it over to Medic, basically saying "Here's someone you can harvest organs from. Have fun, Pookie."

-Then Medic and Engie proceed to make out and get married. The end

Medic:

-Medic's an interesting fellow. I feel like he's like Pyro where it all depends on his mood. Somdays, he doesn't give a shit, and other days, HE'S FUMING

-He will NOT tolerate the disrespect  >:(

-Cue sassy Medic. This man will verbally murder a bitch and I'm here for it

-Will get "handsy" with you (he'll just throw himself on top of you, maybe even make you hold him bridal style if you're strong enough)

-Will be loving all over you while verbally berating the offender. Everything is getting called out. EVERYTHING. He wants to ensure his point is made

-Buuuut, this can also be a chance to score some fresh, new organs. He's always in the market for that stuff so he can easily kidnap the offender and harvest the goods. And no, you can't talk him out of it. Once his mind is made up, nothing can stop him

Sniper:

-Oh my poor baby boy. Where do I even begin with you?

-Sniper can't help but get so jealous so easily. He's never been one to have relationships with people so when he is in one, he gets so insecure at times

-Worries he's not good enough at times. He know he's a "quirky" individual, so he worries you'll want to be with someone who's more "normal"

-Will stand nearby, giving the offender dirty looks. They can feel the daggers that Sniper is giving them, it's enough to make them leave

-Afterwards, he'll pull you away from everyone and be all over you

-While Demo needs verbal reassurance, Sniper needs physical reassurance. So please love on him and tell him it's gonna be okay and that you love him and only him

-But I can also see him needing to prove that he's better than any guy through "fun" means (Medic would too but I forgot to add it. They both horny jealous people)

Spy:

-Again, not a jealous person, and rightfully so

-We all know how suave this man is. He can pull anyone and everyone without even trying

-But I'm sure even Spy has his own moments when he feels a slight bit of jealousy

- He'd be so pissy with the offender. Like, fuck you, pal. That's MY partner

-Welp, time to go over there and seduce you all over again, which isn't hard for him to do. He's got that magic in him, ya know? He;s a man who knows what words to say and what moves to make. He'd make the offender jealous that they couldn't be with Spy

[jermer10]

Hey, I've got a TF2 request, if you don't mind! Mercs with a s/o who accidentally falls asleep with their head on the mercs shoulder. (Very cliche, I know...) I'll let you pick who you want to write for, no pressure! PS, I think your writing is phenomenal, and I anticipate whatever you might post next!

TF2 falling asleep on their shoulder

gn reader | ahhh tysm!! this message means so much :) i decided to write for all the mercs, hope you enjoy!!!

temperatures are in celsius

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout: "Move ova'!" Scout pushed his way onto the already overcrowded couch, disregarding the protests of the other mercs. Tonight was movie night at the red base, and he would be damned if he couldn’t use this as a moment to try and get closer to you. "Hiya toots," he flirted, stretching his right arm out to rest around your shoulders. "Hi Jeremy." You smiled and rolled your eyes playfully. Scout had been crushing on you for a while, every chaste touch and every flirty interaction had culminated in something that far outweighed any feelings he once had for Pauling. The movie had long since started, and mercs were continuing to file into the living room, squishing themselves onto the lounge or plotting themselves onto the floor. He couldn't remember the genre let alone the name of the film, all Scout could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat and the feeling of uncomfortable itchiness in his throat as you cuddled into his side. An hour in and your eyes began to grow heavy, breathing slowing in tandem. Jeremy glanced down at you, his palms moist and his face flushed as he wrapped his arm around your waist, attempting to focus on the movie and not how cute you looked like that. He was definitely asking you out in the morning.

Soldier: Everyone felt hot, sweaty, and exhausted as they slugged themselves back to the blu base. The mood hung heavy, no one seemed interested in Soldier’s usual antics - all except you, of course. You feigned a smile as he ranted about team ethic and the "American spirit", some mercs scowled at the man and others mumbled profanities and sauntered off. A light breeze came in through the afternoon air, Soldier sighed in the smell of Spring. “Hey, we should sit out here for a bit,” you squeezed Jane’s arm, pulling him towards one of the wooden benches placed just outside of the entrance to base. He felt his heart swell, not only did you want to hang out with him, but any touch from you made him absolutely crazy. “AFFIRMATIVE CUPCAKE,” Soldier responded, allowing you to lead the way. You audibly sighed as you sat down, just looking at you it was obvious you were exhausted. “Better luck next time, huh?” you joked, Soldier chuckled and stared out at the afternoon sky. You sat there together for a while, until he felt a sudden, yet small pressure on his shoulder. You had fallen asleep on him, and with anyone else he would have woken them up immediately, but you looked so peaceful and….pretty in a way? Soldier glued his eyes to the afternoon sky, he could think about these feelings later, better to let you rest after a long day.

Pyro: Being friends with Pyro was exhausting in of itself, and they knew this. But they couldn't help wanting to invite you along to their errands, you were their best friend and any time spent with you was time spent well. By the end of the day, you were both well past exhausted. "You're lucky I like you so much, otherwise I would never go on an errand run with you again." You teased, slinging an arm around their shoulders as you both trotted up the stairs to the base entrance. Pyro flushed under their mask, muffling out a "Yeah, yeah whatever, you love me." and rolling their eyes. You chuckled, opening the door to base and dragging yourselves to the living room. Pyro plopped onto the couch, sinking into the plush cushions and removing their mask. They knew the rest of the team wouldn't be back for a while, and the heat of the day had done a number to both of you. You took your seat next to them, sitting back and resting your feet on the coffee table in front of you. "Wanna watch tv?" They asked, grabbing the remote. "Yeah whatevs" You responded, yawning and stretching your arms over your head. An hour of mindless game shows, and you had passed out, head falling on their shoulder. Pyro chuckled, turning the tv down and dimming the lights. They pecked your forehead, and cuddled into you, making themself comfortable.

Demoman: Demo certainly didn’t take you as a drinker, let alone a party animal like himself! You go out for a couple drinks together after a team winning streak and manage to arrive back to base blasted out of your minds, clinging onto one another for dear life in your drunken stupor. “IIIIII LOOVE YOU DEMOOO!!!!” You proclaimed, enveloping your arms around the Scott’s neck. Grinning and face burning, he wrapped his arms around your waist, attempting to gently guide you back to your bedroom. His ongoing feelings for you had always been pushed down, and despite knowing that you were probably just super wasted and wouldn’t remember it in the morning, he didn’t want to waste possibly his only chance to spill at least some of his feelings to you. “Aye, i looove you too y/nnnn” Tavish slurred, poking your face in various places. You laughed and kissed the man on the cheek, “DAAATE ME TAAVAVVVV!!” You lamented, cupping his face in your hands. The sudden movement causing you both to topple over onto the floor of your room. Demo sat up and leant against the foot of your bed, you, laughing hysterically, joined him. Resting your head on his shoulder, your laughter dribbled off to giggles and you listened to his thundering heartbeat. "I really do like you, Tav.." You whispered, peering down at the floor, feeling a wave of tiredness wash over you. You nuzzled into his shoulder, and drifted off, leaving a beet faced Demo staring down at you.

Heavy: Visiting Heavy's home during the middle of a Russian winter was a less than ideal scenario, but the team had wanted to see what a "real winter" was like, and now here you were trudging 2 foot deep in snow towards the wooden lodge. Heavy opened the door to the sight of 9 freezing mercs, and scoffed. "Inside." He commanded. You furrowed your brows and complied, shivering from the contrast of hot air. "Drink." A mug of hot coco was given to you by the gentle giant. "T-thanks.." You mumbled, walking over to the fireplace and sitting cross legged in front of it. Most of the mercs were directed to their rooms, some lounged around in the kitchen or dining area, having quiet conversations. Heavy sat next to you, mug in hand. This was already too close to comfort for you, and he could tell. Whilst he had been crushing on you for a while, he was oblivious to whether you returned those feelings - believing that you were scared of him. But right now your tired eyes and pink cheeks said otherwise, seeking some form of comfort from the man. "Come, I will hold you to warm you up." Mikhail gave you no room for choice, and you were still freezing. You complied and scooted closer to Heavy, resting your head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around you. In an instant, you had fallen asleep, curled up on Heavy, the body heat shared between the two of you giving more warmth than the blazing heat permeating from the fireplace in front of you.

Engineer: Even after hours of battling, the match on 2fort had yet to finish. Scouts from both sides rushing for the briefcase, only to instantly die from sentry guns, Spies in disguise, or a Heavy hopped up on ubercharge. You were ready to drop, the respawn machine healing your wounds but doing nothing for your exhaustion. You knew that Dell was stationed in the intelligence room, sentry setup so anyone who trespassed would be delt with. The perfect place to catch a few z's before heading back out to the fight. "Yo Dell, can I maybe rest down here for a bit?" You implored, watching the man upgrade a dispenser. "Sure darlin'," He smiled earnestly, you gave him a look of relief. Curling up under the desk, you attempted to sleep, but the lack of cushioning made it an impossible task. Dell noticed, and gave the dispenser one last 'clonk' with his spanner before accompanying you under the table. "Here," He scootched up next to you, "You can rest on me if you'd like." You looked up at him, his cheeks felt hot. "Wow - yeah, thanks Dell." Blood rushed to your face as you situated your head on his shoulder. "Anytime, pumpkin." He muttered. Sleep was instantaneous, Engie held his breath until he was sure you were out cold, letting out a deep sigh and smiling down at the floor. How did he get so lucky?

Medic: Medic suffered long nights in the infirmary, and during those nights you would often visit him to keep him company. It was routine - you would saunter in around 9pm, sitting on the edge of the operating table, your feet barely touching the floor, chin resting in the palms of your hands as he tinkered away. He reveled in it - he had grown attached to this schedule, and by extension, you. Your mere presence made him giddy, seeing your sweet smile before he put you under anesthetics made his heart swell. The best nights were the ones where you would let him operate on you, he would be able to enact out his writings, throwing things at the wall and seeing what stuck. Then, you'd either walk out around 3am, or respawn from a botched surgery, and go to bed. Tonight, however, you had proven to be far too tired for a surgery, let alone a full night of softly rambling to Ludwig about whatever crossed your mind. You had pulled up the operating chair and sat next to him, eyes flickering between him and the notes he had been writing in his medical book, slowly drifting off. Your head fell on his shoulder, fast asleep. Medic peered down at you from over his glasses, breathing a lovestruck sigh. Maybe these were the best nights.

Sniper: The middle of the day in Sniper's van was akin to hell. The air smelt stale, windows wide open, no aircon, just the both of you sweaty, sticky, and half clothed. This would usually have embarrassed the two of you, but the 40 degree weather and sound of the other mercs outside attempting to cool off using a singular hose had you both choosing to stay indoors, not wanting to get involved in the argument currently taking place between Demo and Soldier. Heat fogged your brain, you felt so tired, your body sweat all of your energy out. "Fuck, why couldn't you get an AC installed?" You groaned, lazily shutting your eyes and fanning your face with your hand. Sniper shrugged, and despite not being able to see the motion, you scoffed. "Dunno," Mick responded nonchalantly. He trailed off, seemingly succumbing to the same heat induced exhaustion you were fighting with. You opened your eyes slightly, confirming your suspicions that Sniper had also closed his. Arms crossed, head pointing downwards, God, he looked so comfortable. Mick could tell what you were thinking, and he wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to you, but he couldn't bring himself to move. You were close like that, almost reading one another's minds at times. So you made the first step, sliding over to him and laying your head on his shoulder. Sniper was uncomfortably hot, yet refusing to move an inch as you slept on him. Eventually, he couldn't help but nod off alongside you.

Spy: The drive back from your mission was excruciating. Sniper and Medic sat in the driver and passenger seats respectively, the only sound was the droning radio hosts on the van's radio. You had failed, and you knew Spy was seething from the loss. You, however, were so tired you couldn't even stand. Partially from the bullet lodged in your calf, partially from the athlete level running you had to do in order to get back to the van after the high elected government official had caught you in the act attempting to steal nuclear launch codes. Spy was the one to snatch the codes, but you had still been seen, and that in of itself was a failure. Incidentally, Spy had been the one to offer you aid once you were safely in the van. Your arm draped around his shoulders, wincing at the sharp pains running up your leg. As much as he tried to hate you, he just....couldn't. You were too sweet, too kind. So, he opted instead to blame Medic and Sniper for being unable to damage control the situation better. You were slipping in and out of consciousness, head slowly rocking towards Spy's shoulder, and then awkwardly leaning back towards the wall of the vehicle. "Rest your head on me, mon cher. Otherwise you are going to break your nose." He grunted. In an instant you had passed out on him, breathing in the strong scent of cigarettes and expensive cologne. He sighed a breath of relief, enjoying your gentle pressure on his side. Smitten was an understatement.