#implied sniperspy

[neonghozt]

"Last night i kissed your mom"

"my dad is a cross dresser😊"

Og: (Creditos a Draculoid)

[the-uncanny-dag]

Come outside, bro :) I swear we won't jump you

[evangelina830]

Vulnerable

[fishyinbowlosoup]

Stayed up just to draw my funni men, 7am me will HATE me

Ref pic I found on tiktok :

[iianian69]

twink death

[thefiendly]

I can't draw them send help

[that-handsome-rogue]

(To mod) Im so intrigued by the amount of beef your spy has with @gunners-and-feathers when you both do red sniperspy

//HAHAHA literally! It’s so so fun I love arguing with gunner and then immediately turning around to have a sweet convo with @/the-red-sniper.

//Also, I love the concept of it just being multiples of the same class yk (got the idea from gunner actually) cause they’re in love with different versions of each other and hate the other version. Just so funny keke. Something must have happened between gunner and rogue….

[lyricalt]

[TF2] two to get ready

Rated: G Ship: RED Spy/BLU Spy, (rspy/rsniper/bspy implied) Note: Developing relationship, friendly wagers that imply more than they should.

Set before three of a kind; the spies meet up before heading to Sniper's room.

Read: AO3

[sillyteamdoodles]

if you know you know

[the-spy-red]

Some of you, internet people, have interesting questions to ask, so ask them.

As for the rest of you, please don't waste my (or my beloved's) time.

[thoughtssfmdump]

Biancco and Mia < > Alternatively, Spy and Sniper.

These models are robot versions of actual weapons in TF2 as far as I know.

Biancco Ermes is Big Earner for Spy.

Mia Hina is Machina for Sniper.

[mail-me-a-snail]

Well if Sniper is gonna be in a collar so should Spy so they can match-

man in gimp mask found in collar, in other news fork found in kitchen

(i think this ask was implying sniperspy but honest 2 god i forgor. so u get spy matching with the fuckass clone that he hates)

[tearitar]

2024 WRITING REVIEW

tagged by @rolameny tagging @smaller-comfort, and anyone else that wants to.

number of stories posted to ao3: 20 this year! (223 in total… over a 15 year period, it was my ao3 acct’s 15th bday on dec 20!!)

word counted posted for last year: 90k-ish :P

fandoms i wrote for: destiny, team fortress 2, top gun

pairings: andal/cayde-6, spy/sniper (A LOT OF THAT), granby/kennedy 

stories with the most kudos, bookmarks and comment threads: Most kudos and bookmarks were for thrifty, which I think is flattering! It's got a....high private bookmark count, lol. Happy Hour had the most comment threads, and that was a multi-chaptered fic so it makes sense. Happy Hour had some of my favorite thoughtful comments as well, lol.

work i’m most proud of (and why): I've talked enough about ARMSTOPPER so I'm going to say Off the Starboard Bow this time. I liked what past me started all those years ago and so it was really easy for 2024!me to swoop in and finish off the quick pwp part, lol. Rereading it, I love the tone and the banter, how easy it all the characters mesh together. There's not much worldbuilding involved but I like the sense of Laurence just... knowing people outside his usual circle. And that Granby sort of sees that.. oh. Most of the Navy isn't super stuck up, it's just Laurence that is so severe about it, LOL.

There should be more Hornblower and Temeraire crossovers! I think the double Williams and Archie/John Granby angle is SO CUTE and fun to do. The thought of Laurence having more buddies from the Navy (that are Bush and Hornblower) is pretty funny. You think aviators are weird? Buddy, he's been surrounded by weird people since day 1.

work i’m least proud of (and why): nah. I'm gonna riff off pell's answer and say that I'm quite happy to have posted anything at all. I don't think I've had a perfect execution on most of them but that's just something to think on for my next fics.

share or describe a favorite review you received: lol, i save a bunch of comments in my inbox so that I can go back to reread them whenever I'm feeling low about my writing, but there's a comment I specifically treasure--from a minific for the sniperspy collar fic. Like, it was one of the least expected comments since... idk. The ficlet was so short and silly, but the commenter really had an eagle eye and sense for what I was really trying to explore; implied kink discussion/negotiation, disguised as silly banter and jokes.

You know, I hope everyone gets to experience these golden comments where it has everything; the reader's favorite part in quotes, an opinion, a specific read/analysis that nails what was in your head, and then more points where you didn't consciously consider. (That makes you go "DID I WRITE THAT ON PURPOSE?") I think about their comment a lot and kick up my little feetsies every dang time.

a time when writing was really, really hard: on an 18 hour flight where I couldnt adjust the font size on my tablet so I think maybe some people behind me saw me writing fic. my bad.

more seriously, at the beginning of the year I was really struggling with some Top Gun, Bad Batch, and Master of the Air WIPs. My heart wasn't in it and I was forcing myself until April where I just sorta gave up and went into "I will write my Star Wars OCs" and even then I wasn't very happy.

Then! I read a couple of novels to get back into the groove of reading published works and it was refreshing.

a scene or character you wrote that surprised you: Aside from getting back into tf2 in general, not really? I guess I'll hand it off to just might come crashing. It's very................romantic. As romantic as I like sniperspy without setting myself on fire from sheer embarrassment. My idea of fluff for them is... just this.

a favourite excerpt of your writing: 

“I'll stay if you'll have me,” Sniper says, undressing in the bathroom. He pokes his head out. “Daft fuck. I know what you're doing. You assumed I’d go out by my lonesome for two entire weeks. No people. No civilization. No showers.” “Yes.” Spy raises an eyebrow. “Since you were raised by wolves in a cave.” “Oi, show some respect for my parents,” Sniper says. “I'll have you know me mum’s a very lovely ‘roo. Raised me proper. In a pouch and everything.” “That does certainly explain many things,” Spy replies. Sniper steps out of the bathroom, naked but still sadly unshowered. He strides over to the bed and takes Spy by the chin, his hold firm. “I'm gonna spend the night with you ‘cause I wanna, alright?” Sniper says, leaning over him. His sharp-eyed look is back, the one Spy finds both dangerous and endearing. “You really thought I was gonna fuck off in the woods the whole time?” Spy doesn’t answer that particular question, at least not directly. Still, he feels as if he’s admitting something incriminating when he returns Sniper’s look. “I wouldn't be upset if you did.” The corner of Sniper’s mouth tics upwards. “You miserable shit,” Sniper says fondly. He drops his hand to turn back to the shower.

bruh... this part makes me blush. it's a confession without the explicit confession... I like it a lot. it's mostly dialogue but... there's a lot of teasing affection. being comfortable. i wrote an entire fic just to have context for this scene.

how did you grow as a writer last year: did you know.. did you know if you write 2-3k words consistently every week you can keep this up for 4 months because you kept in practice? wow. new concept alert. no one has ever thought of this i bet.

how do you hope to grow this year: get more deranged. stop being afraid of people younger than 24. they mean well when they say sigma.

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc.): as always.............. spite. im so sorry to be so evil coded, but it's spite. I write when I'm not getting the themes and pwps I want so I write out of spite and anger, especially when I don't have my usual group of friends in the same fandom. This is why I struggled with MotA and Top Gun fics. I was eating so good there wasn't any need to cook for myself. u__u

On a more positive note!!!! I got back into sniperspy because of a fanart I saw for barter. :')

anything from your real life show up in your writing last year:

I’m always taking inspiration from real life but usually in an indirect or vague sense. Not a specific event. There are a few parts from ARMSTOPPER that I draw from irl knowledge that occasionally comes in handy when writing violence. TF2 lends itself to gory humor which is absolutely fine and dandy, and I like to play into it in a slapstick kind of way. I don’t often go beyond that. I’m definitely not writing medical/surgical jargon for free (and tbh it’s not entertaining writing if you do find yourself going into that much detail), nor do I feel compelled to write a story that has to do with work. 

For instance, I would not write a surgery/hospital AU. I would not write about various insane items getting stuck up people's butts. Not an aux cord up someone's penis. Never about a penile fracture caused by someone riding cowgirl. You ever been called to work at 3am for this? It would not be fun. I would hate every second, and I actually enjoy my job, aside from the getting-called-at-3am part. :P

That being said, there’s a part in ARMSTOPPER where Spy describes amputating Engineer’s arm in a kind of romantic way—the physical description on how it feels is true to my own experience but obviously not the romance of it, LMAO. Then later when he sees the Gunslinger as a particularly gruesome weapon, those descriptions are meant to be off-putting. Those are real details that I've personally seen before. So that, I suppose, is my real life job bleeding (hehe) into my fics. I have helped cut off a lot of limbs in my career………………………. (dead stare)

I didn’t mean to get super into this question, but I pretty opinionated on this, lol.

any projects you’re looking to starting (or finishing) this year: god, the follow up to hindsight is kicking my ass. i've set it aside for now but I would to finish it in 2025, and not.. say.... in 2040. but who knows.

other current wips, for those curious:

psychological horror spycest

various stupid pwp fics (ie sniper in a maid outfit)

spy being mature(?!) about deescalating a coworker-with-benefits relationship, sniper about to throw up from having normal emotions about it

I have a feeling sas:rh s2 will kill me dead so I want to finish this fucked up Augustine/Paddy->Eoin(dead) situationship fic I've been noodling at for the better part of the past 8 months.

the fuckingnk... the fucking top gun... top gun mindbond fic. u__u

[skittlespizza]

Maybe some sexual humor with sniperspy??

Request done! This is a 2-in-1 as someone asked for more top Spy! Content Warning for implied sexual content: they don't actually do the deed, but it's implied they will offscreen! This has been crossposted to ao3!

Spy was the kind of person that needed control. The battlefield, his relations, it didn't matter. His newest and perhaps most precious victim this time around happened to the Sniper on his team. The poor man had to deal with Spy's constant demands, need for control and inability to even fucking submit once to the Australian. It drove Sniper insane, but in a good way he supposed. It was nice to be on the receiving end every now and then. 

Spy's request, today, was that they had sex OUTSIDE of the van and in an actual bed. Sniper had to admit his van wasn't the best place to have sex: you'd end up hitting your head and falling off the bed if you weren't careful and the Frenchman's bed was soft… so, like every other time, Sniper obliged to his lover's request. 

That's how he found himself watching his Spy unmasking and removing his gloves slowly. That damn tease, Sniper thought as he began to remove his hat and glasses. Spy was closer to a woman than a man when it came to stature, but his face was masculine with sharp angles. Sniper enjoyed that: the fact his lover was both so very soft and feminine, but could hurt. As soft music played from the record player- Charles Trent or some bloke like that, Sniper closed his eyes, removing his vest and-

As he opened it, his eyes followed the wall until he found himself staring at a painting. Was that Spy as bloody Napoleon? Holding back a laugh, Sniper tried to ignore it, removing his shirt. Spy was already shirtless, climbing onto the bed to meet his lover's lips. Sniper groaned into the touch, opening his eyes and seeing the damn painting again. Ignoring the soft lips on his own, he squinted at the walls, seeing another painting. Was that Spy as George Washington crossing the fucking Delaware? He muffled something against Spy's mouth, though he didn't stop.

As Spy pushed Sniper onto the bed, unzipping his pants, Sniper's eyes hit what might've been the funniest sight in all his life. Sniper has never once been in Spy's room a single time. He was too busy with how soft the bed was to appreciate the decor- and appreciate he did.

Spy as the Fucking Mona Lisa. 

"Spy, Spy, stop!" Sniper said in between laughs, pushing Spy away. Spy climbed off Sniper, concern in his face. 

"Did I do something wrong? Are you okay, chéri?" 

Sniper laughed harder, seeing his lover shirtless and maskless, cocking his head like a sad cat while next to him stood the Spy Mona Lisa. "Nono, pfft! Nothing you did- HAHA, wrong my.. BAHAHAHA love!" He coughed out, holding his stomach. "I was…" he started to laugh again, tears coming out his eyes. Spy looked offended more than anything, frowning deeply and looking over to the mirror hanging on the wall as if checking if he looked weird. 

Sniper followed his gaze only to be met with Spy as The Birth of Venus. Spy as a fucking Greek Goddess coming out of a clam shell was enough to make him spiral even further into hysterics, his stomach starting to cramp from the constant laughter. 

"Mon dieu, Sniper. Pourquoi? Qu'est-ce qui ne vas pas?" Spy said, as if forgetting Sniper could not speak French. The Spy was looking more and more like a sad cat on a poster the more Sniper laughed and that made him laugh even more.

"No-Nothing at all, HAHA, LOVE! I JUST-" Sniper took some deep breaths, a few chuckles coming out. "The… the paintings on the wall are making me-"

Spy turned a bright shade of pink, whipping his head around to see the Spy Lisa before looking back at his lover with the most offended, bewildered and embarrassed expression. "I was going to- I-" the Frenchman started, closing his mouth. "I-"

"Nono, don't explain. It's funnier without explanation."

"It was a gift and-"

"I said-" Sniper laughed again, pulling Spy in close "It's funnier without context, love."

"I'm never having sex with you ever again, Bushman." Spy said, pulling away from Sniper's grasp. Sniper reached out to grab his lover but the Spy was too nimble. "I'm never ever having sex with you, I'll have to change my name and move to India. I'll find a rich man, disguise myself as a woman and marry him. Kill him." Spy said, hiding his face.

Sniper frowned. "It's not that deep, Spy."

Spy looked at Sniper angrily, "It is! I- I let you into my place of rest… and-"

"It has nothing to do with that. Spy, sit down."

Spy obliged for once.

"It was just funny to see you painted as the Mona Lisa while you were getting ready to fuck me, that's all, love. It ain't bloody serious."

Spy simply pursed his lips, pouting away. 

"I'll make it up to ya, if you're still up for it?"

Spy's pout faded. "Fine." He hissed, biting the inside of his cheek. Sniper smiled, unzipping his pants and removing them before his eyes crawled over to a glass enclosure. 

Were those fucking porcelain dolls?! At least fourteeen of those fuckers were in the case, and there was no fucking way he was gonna let the Spy fuck him in front of… those!

"Spy. We are not having sex in front of… those things." Sniper pointed to his doll case. "I do not want them to see my ass."

"They're not living, they're an incredibly rare set I bought after a very long mission in Sweden!"

"I don't care. I don't want to see them while you fuck me senseless, Spy! They're gonna fucking- cast a curse onto my dick! I can't lose my dick!"

"Bushman, as much as I enjoy your dick, I'm not getting rid of my dolls."

"I'm not saying to get rid of them! J-just! Cover them up or something! I don't want to lose my dick, Spy! My dick! What else would yo-"

Spy shut up Sniper by kissing him, "Please stop talking. I am already rapidly losing my will to have sex with you. This is not helping."

Sniper pouted at the Spy, his frown quivering. Spy stared, blank face before the Sniper clasped his hands around Spy's, frowning even harder. The Spy finally sighed.

"Fine." He relented, standing up. "I'll blindfold you or something and cover up the dolls. Is that good enough for you, princesse?" He spat out.

"Mhm… yeah. Sounds good." 

Spy simply shook his head, already looking for a sheet to cover his dolls with. Sniper grinned, enjoying the soft silk sheets and the sound of Spy's incessant complaints.

[ao3feed-tf2ships]

it hates me so much :(

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49513051 by sniperspys Spy invites Sniper to his room to have cool gay sex but Sniper finds himself unable to stop staring at his lover's... questionable decor. Words: 1113, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Spy (Team Fortress 2)

Relationships: Sniper/Spy (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags: Sexual Humor, Humor, Implied Sexual Content, Top Spy (Team Fortress 2), Bottom Sniper (Team Fortress 2), No Sex

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49513051

[paraparaspectre]

saw this and immediately thought of these fuckers