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mrsvalentinefucker1 · 3 months

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Loved ur panties kink scenario with medic, could you do one with sniper? <3

SORRY THIS IS SO LATE I HAD LIKE A DEPRESSIVE EPISODE WHEN YOU REQUESTED THIS AND COMPLETELY FORGOT LMAO

Sniper x fem!reader: pantie kink ‼️

Sniper definitely wasn’t the most sociable person.. that’s for sure. So of course he caught your attention. When he was around you always kept an eye on him. Not because he was concerning but because you were intrigued by how calm he was constantly. Like he was just taking in everything, always.

While you always pictured him as a gentlemen (professionals have standards after all 🤭🤕) you never would’ve guessed he’d be a thief. Much less a panty thief.

You walked out of your room to go get your yearly check up. It was a risky situation considering everyone was at the shared facility that day and you were only 5 doors down. Sniper took the initiative anyways. His heart racing, blood pumping, hands shaking. He sneakily slipped into your room and rummaged through your panty drawer, pulling out a small pair that were neatly folded. Quickly, he shoved them into his coat pocket and walked out like nothing had happened. Slowly shutting the door behind him then quickly made his way back to his van. (He’s such a filthy man I love it)

You left medics office after your check up and walked back to your room. Door slightly ajar. You pushed it open as if it was foreign for you to do so. Your pantie drawer was sloppily closed. You opened it and noticed how your panties were “attempted” to be folded back in the absence of a pair. You marched out of your room and into the living room where everyone was sitting, chatting and playing cards.

“Who was in my room?” You demanded and answer from all of the men

“Why?” Scout asked

Medic walked out to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water

“Because SOMEONE took a pair of my panties. That’s why scout.”

Everyone froze. Medic dropped his water bottle mid swig.

“What?” Engineer asked

“Ugh. You know what. Whatever. You’re all freaks. Stay out of my room.”

“Listen, no one was in your room. you’re crazy Y/n.” Spy replied

“My door was left open, my drawer was rummaged through and my panties are gone. What do you think happened, spy? Hmm?”

“You need to get some rest or something, collect yourself and then come and talk to us.”

Sniper walked in the room then froze at the sight in front of him.

You marched back to your room and slammed the door

Sniper walked over

“What was that about?” He inquired

“Y/n thinks someone took her panties or something.” Scout shrugged as he took a sip of his soda

“Who would do that?-“ sniper stood straight up.

“Who knows. Definitely wasn’t any of us, she’s probably PMSing or something.”

Everyone looked at scout

He looked up “what?”

“Stop talking.” Demoman said as he lifted an unlabeled bottle to his lips

Sniper left the room and went back to his van. He held the panties in his palms, they were so small compared to his hands.

His cock began growing. He unzipped his pants and took his cock out. He spit on his hand and pumped his cock until full hardness. Then he wrapped the fabric around his cock, picturing your angry face as you walked back into your room, his sunglasses began fogging because his breath was hitching so much. He moaned out your name. His orgasm was fast approaching.

You decided to leave your room and decided to see what sniper was up to. Usually you knock but today you just barge into his van. The sight in front of you was.. erotic to say the least.

“What the fuck.” You froze

“Y/n!! What are you doing, Christ haven’t you ever heard of knocking??” He covered himself.

“I knew it. You dirty bastard.”

“Look y/n it’s- not what it looks like. I was just-“

“Shut up.” You moved the cover from his lap. You were face to face with his hard cock that had YOUR panties around it.

“So.” You looked into his eyes “you couldn’t close the drawer all the way?” You giggled

Sniper stumbled his words.

“Hey, look, it’s ok. I kinda like this idea if im being honest.. can I help?” You asked as your reached your hand around his member

Sniper let out a deep moan and nodded

“Fuck. Bird listen.. I’m really- really- sorry..”

“Don’t worry about it, ok?”

He nodded.

You pursed your lips on the tip of his cock while you worked the fabric around him.

You felt something on top of your head, your eyes made contact with his. It was his hat.

“Figured if I’m wearing something of yours it was only fair” he smirked, flashing his sharp canines.

You smiled a little and rolled your eyes. Tongue pressed on the head of his cock, you decided to take the rest of him (that wasn’t covered by your panties) into your mouth. His moans became louder and more inconsistent, just like his thrusts.

“God.. y/n. I’m gonna cum. You’re too good at this” he smirked and leaned his head back.

You stopped “No. Look at me”

He lifted his head and did just like you said. The two of you made eye contact as you pumped and sucked his cock. His eyebrows furrowed and eyes fought to stay opened behind his sunglasses.

“Gonna- gonna cu-m..” you lifted your head and took the panties off his cock while still pumping him.

“Cum on my panties, Mick. I know you want to.” You smiled so sweetly as you said that his heart melted.

He nodded ecstatically. “Of course I do..”

you held your panties over the tip of his cock, allowing his cum to coat them and seep through the fabric. His song-like deep moans were music to your ears. You stood up as he was catching his breath.

You took your current pair of soaked panties off and tossed them at him.

“My turn now.” You said as you straddled his lap. Cock coming to life again. He took your wet panties and pressed them against his face.

“If you say so, I’ll gladly help.” He smirked again

You lined his cock up with your soaked cunt. Slipping the head in, allowing yourself to adjust before sliding down completely. You wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands rested on your hips, panties in hand. You bounced up and down on his cock.

“Fuck. You’re so big..” you lifted your shirt to show your bare tits as they bounced with your movements.

“I’m gonna cum again, Shelia..” your panties made their way to his face again. He inhaled the scent while you rode towards your orgasm

“Me too-“ you moaned in between words

Your orgasm hit you like a brick wall. You gripped his shoulders and moaned out his name with a few slurred curse words in the mix

Sniper gripped your hips and slammed you down his length as he came inside of your pussy. Filling you with his cum. You both sat in the silence of the mess you two had just made of yourselves.”

The silence was broken as you slid off of his cock

“Next time you can ask” you giggled

“You know I like the challenge before I get the catch”

The end 🤕

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desert-fern · 11 months

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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 9: Glowing in the Dark

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

A/N: Chapter title is from the song Glowing in the Dark by The Girl and The Dreamcatcher.

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Warnings: large knife (not actually used, it's just there), should just be pure fluff and filler

Word Count: 2.4k

Masterlist >> Part 8 >> Part 10

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The day flew by. By the time night fell, Bear’s team were passed out in their beds, trying desperately to get enough sleep to tide them over for the next few days ahead of them. The cool night air beat back the heat of the desert as Bear crept past the other rooms to sit out on the fire escape, allowing herself just to sit and breathe, releasing the tension in her body.

The lights from the base cast long dark shadows across the pavement. From where she sat, Bear could see the lights in distant buildings slowly shutting off, people leaving offices, conference rooms and emerging from wherever they had hidden themselves away during the day. A stream of voices rose up as she watched a group of mechanics leave a hangar in the distance, joy and playfulness in full expression, even if she couldn’t make out what they were saying. It brought her a sense of peace the longer Bear sat out on the fire escape, watching lights flicker on, beating back the growing shadows.

She didn’t know how long she had been sitting outside when the door she had propped open swung out suddenly, startling her. “Hey.”

Whipping her head around, her hand clutching onto the large knife she carried with her, Bear saw that it was just the blond pilot who had haunted her every waking hour. “Jesus Christ Flyboy, don’t you know any better? I could have seriously hurt you,” she admonished, muscles relaxing slightly.

“Sorry,” Jake replied. “I didn’t mean to. I just saw the door open and figured that I should close it. You okay?”

Bear shook her head, scoffing a little at his words. “I’m fine, but I swear to God Jake, don’t do that again,” she warned him, finally taking a moment to take in his appearance. “How are you holding up? I know that Mav really put you all through the paces today.” When he gave her a curious look, Bear shrugged before replying “We share our plans for training with each other. It keeps us on the same page.”

Jake nodded. He had been distracted for most of the day, thinking about the woman in front of him. How she could take control of almost any situation, how her voice had sounded through his headset, the look she had given him, all wide eyed and surprised when they had been goofing around in her room. Everything about her made him crazy. “Mind if I sit?”

“Sure, why not?” Bear shuffled over a little, making room for the man to fold himself up and sit next to her. “Are you okay?”

He took a deep breath. “Yeah, for the most part. Just trying to make sense of everything,” Jake admitted. “I’ve done mission assists before, but just how big this one actually is, is a lot to wrap my head around.”

Nudging his arm with hers, Bear smiled. “I get it. Even I have the same thoughts before some of these assignments. This is a big operation. Bigger than anything I’ve done in a long time. Three targets in one place? It’s practically unheard of.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. A standard op is usually one major target or a few lower levels. Nothing like this.”

“Are you scared?”

Bear chuckled. “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be human.” She glanced over at the man next to her, smiling softly. “Are you?”

“Scared or human?” Jake teased lightly, knocking shoulders with her. She huffed, shaking her head, but he could just make out the sparkling glee in her eyes. “Don’t ever breathe a word of this to anyone because I will make you regret it, but yeah, I think I’m scared too.”

“Will you now?” Bear grinned, the expression sobering a little. “Can I ask why? Or will you ‘make me regret this’ one too?”

The man beside her took a deep breath. “Is it weird if I don’t know why?”

“Nope.”

They sat in silence for a while, each savoring the closeness they had to one another and the peace that the fire escape gave them. Bear snuck a glance at Jake, only to find that he was already watching her. She shot him a wink, turning back to gaze out at the few buildings in the distance, only visible due to the powerful lights scattered throughout the base itself. The general calm settled her. It gave her respite from the chaos in her mind, her thoughts had been circling like vultures all day and just being here, present in the moment soothed her like a balm.

Jake was the first to break the silence. “So how is it that you know so much about me and other than what we talked about weeks ago on the beach, I know next to nothing about you?”

“Because you never asked?” Bear replied, laughing a little. She turned her body towards him, crossing her legs up under herself. “What did you want to know?”

“I don’t know, anything you want to tell me.”

“Well, that’s specific as fuck,” she teased.

Jake laughed, eyes dancing with the same humor and light she knew had lit up her own. “Fair enough. Fair enough. Umm…it just clued in that I don’t actually know your name. What is it?”

Bear bit her lip, stifling her giggle. “I’m that mysterious, huh?” He gave her a flat stare that just made her laugh louder. “Fine,” she gave in, before telling him. She watched as Jake repeated it back to her, grinning as he did.

“Why are you grinning?”

“Because it suits you.”

Bear’s face split into a grin. “Thanks, I got it for my birthday.”

Jake groaned, dropping his head to his chest as he shook with laughter. He could feel Bear chuckling from where her shoulders touched his. “That was terrible,” he said after his laughter stopped. “Like really terrible.”

“Well now you know what my sense of humor is,” came her reply. She was quiet for a long moment before softly saying “It’s nice actually talking to you. The real you. Not the jerk you pretend to be.”

He paused. “How do you know it’s pretend?” The question was hesitant, almost like he couldn’t believe that someone could see past how he carried himself.

Bear shuffled closer, pressing her side to his. “Because I see you. I’ve seen the way you act around other pilots, around people who know the reputation.” She hummed, trying to find the words to explain it. “I guess I don’t really know, ya know? All I know is how you choose to carry yourself, and if I can have more than one side of myself, why can’t you?”

Jake turned to look at the woman next to him. She wasn’t looking at him, seemingly embarrassed by her words. “Teddy?”

“Yeah?” she managed to squeak out.

“Thanks for not treating me like I’m not…you know.” The usual confidence and swagger in his voice had been replaced by a soft tone, one that seemed fearful of judgment.

Meeting his eyes, Bear nodded. Her heart raced as she gazed upon his face, taking note of every freckle, every little thing that made Jake so uniquely Jake. It would be so easy, she thought, to just lean over and press her lips to his, so easy to act on the feelings that rippled in the diminishing space between them. Her eyes fluttered closed, slowly withdrawing herself from where she’d leaned in. “Sorry,” she murmured. “I just… I can’t just…”

“I know.”

A small pause before Bear replied “I wish it was different.”

“I do too,” Jake whispered, leaning back against the building. It took everything in him to not say “Fuck it” and kiss her, but rules were rules. Bear could be dismissed from her position, or worse and he would never be the cause of that. In the end, it was her choice, her decision and regardless of how Bear chose, Jake promised himself that he would be happy with it. Because a life without her presence would be incredibly boring. “God Teddy, I wish that so much about this situation was different.”

“Yeah.” She looked ashamed of her actions, curled in on herself, fiddling with the knife beside her as she tried to push her feelings away. An action that was becoming increasingly difficult the longer she spent with Jake. A few deep breaths later, Bear turned back to him. “God, why do we do this to ourselves?”

He huffed a laugh. “Because both of us were trained to be the best of the best, so that’s what we want and look for. I think. I kinda just made that up.”

It was her turn to laugh. “That sounds about right. I really want to not focus on the sad shit right now because how the fuck am I supposed to lead my team if I have this conversation roaming through my head at every moment?”

“If that is what it takes for me to know that you feel the same, then I encourage it,” Jake joked, grinning widely as she rolled her eyes.

“Be serious.”

“I am.”

Another eye roll. “Let’s get off this topic, please?” Bear finally looked back at him, and Jake swore his heart stopped. Her eyes glimmered in the dark, the minimal light creeping out from the hallway shining on her. She looked soft, comfortable, something he’d only seen once at her home and Jake swore never to forget it.

“Fine, but only because you said please,” Jake teased, bumping her arm with his.

“People do what I tell them to because I have a few more bars and medals on my whites, I don’t usually need to say please,” Bear replied, her tone full of humor.

Jake shot her a wink. “I’ll make sure to remember that.”

This man would be the death of her. “Gross.”

The classic Seresin smirk flashed across his face. But she cut him off with a look that reminded him of the look Phoenix gave him sometimes when he was being a dick. So Jake kept his mouth shut and wiggled his eyebrows to make her giggle. “So, borrowing a question from my niece, what’s your favorite dinosaur?”

Bear gave him a confused look. “What kind of question is that?”

“My 4 year old niece asks that question to everyone she meets. I figured I’d give it a try,” Jake told her, shrugging. “So I’ll say it again, what’s your favorite dinosaur?”

“Oh god. Umm… I might have to say either a Velociraptor or an Ankylosaurus. You?”

Jake grinned at her. “One, the fact that you could name two is impressive. Two, I’m going to have to tell you that the only right answer in her mind is the Stegosaurus or the Mosasaurus, but I have always preferred pterodactyls.”

“And you became a pilot, how original…” Bear teased. “Let me guess, you loved planes as a kid too?”

“Sort of? I liked all kinds of things,” he replied. “I’m pretty sure I jumped back and forth between firefighter, football player, or pilot for most of my childhood.”

She gave him an indecipherable look. “Somehow those make sense for you.”

“Really? Even the football player?”

“Especially that one.”

His green eyes narrowed, but the playful gleam that had been in his eyes from the start still remained. “I’m not sure I like where that is headed, Miss Teddy.”

“Too bad, Mr. Flyboy,” she replied, an innocent look taking over the teasing grin. “You are just going to have to deal with it.”

“You wound me, darlin’.”

“Better you than me. Is it my turn to ask a question?”

“If you want to, although I’d be surprised if you didn’t already know the answer,” he said, a teasing look in his eye.

“Shut up. Anyways, how many siblings do you have?”

“Four. Two older, two younger.”

Bear cringed a little. “Your poor mother must be a saint if all of your siblings are as bullheaded as you.”

“Where do you think we got it from?”

She gave him a curious look. “Fair enough. It would take a stubborn woman to raise you,” Bear teased, bumping his arm. “I kid, I kid. But she sounds wonderful.”

“She really is,” Jake told her with a faraway look in his eyes. “I owe a lot to her.”

“I’m sure you do,” she replied. “What about your siblings?”

“What about them?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, what are they like?”

Humming in thought, Jake looked over at her. “Well, it’s two boys, three girls total. My brother Lewis has two kids, the niece with the dinosaur question is his daughter,” he began before going off on a tangent and telling her all about his siblings. Jake told her how his youngest sister had a scar on her nose from running into a door, he told her about his childhood pets and she listened patiently, chiming in every so often with another question.

Jake fell silent after a while, sneaking a glance towards the Seal. He met her gaze and grinned as her face split into a yawn. “We really should be going to bed. It’s going to be a long few days,” Bear said softly.

“Probably a good idea. Can’t have the Commander dozing off in the final briefing, not a good look,” Jake replied. He sat up, stretching, letting out a groan as his shoulders popped.

Bear flushed a little at the sound, pushing away the thoughts that sprung to mind. “Definitely not a good look,” she agreed.

By this point, Jake had maneuvered his way up, holding out a hand to help her up, which she took without hesitation. The force of him helping her up was a little too much as she had to brace herself against him, her palms coming to rest flat on his broad chest and she felt his breathing hitch. “Sorry,” she murmured, risking a glance up at his face. His bright green eyes were on her, pupils dilated.

Clearing his throat, he stepped back, steadying her. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m just gonna…” She pointed to the door, snatching up the knife and slipping through the open door, leaving Jake alone with his thoughts.

“Pull yourself together,” the blonde man mumbled, rubbing his face before walking through the open door, shutting it behind him. God, these next few days would be long.

But he didn’t know how much truth there actually was to that last statement.

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A/N: We are 2 chapters out from the actual mission! Thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s and @dakotakazansky for proof-reading and yelling at me.

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meiliarotten · 10 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 16: Patience (Cockwarming)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Sniper x Fem!Reader

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

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

Word Count: 2k

The Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I promise, doll.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #team fortress 2 #cross posted on ao3 #tf2 #sniper x reader #sniper tf2 #sniper team fortress 2 #mick mundy #tf2 mundy #tf2 fanfiction #kinktober

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queerfortress2 · 14 days

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A sniper x f!reader. She feels gross and nasty, because, shes, well, a mercenary. Like shes insecure about the scars and the marks, and how she never has time to properly wash her hair anymore and basically feels like a rat. Thank u!

aww, poor soul :( - mod engie

FEM!READER X SNIPER

if you think sniper of all people would care you are DEAD WRONG. hes a man of scars and markings and messy hair. (sniper mullet believer). and honestly? i think he likes the scarring, it shows your work pre-respawn, and he finds it SICK. plus, if you ever feel bad about scars he could show you his own. more specifically the one from being revived in the comics. its pretty damn big after all, and hard to miss, but you love him the same, don't you?

in his attempt to be romantic i think he would kiss some of your scarring whenever he wants to be particularly sappy. humming and murmuring about how much he loves how you look and all. he thinks it makes you.. well, you!

and yeah being a lady in a masculine-heavy field is generally hard when it comes to things such as showering and whatnot. he understands. if you get especially ticked off at your messy and unbrushed hair, he would be happy to let you use the shower built into his camper, but he does warn you of the mess everywhere

he'll even wait outside the camper if you want!

what? you thought i'd say he'd sneak a few peaks? wrong blog buddy, but there are some good ones if thats the vibe you want. anyway— he wouldn't look at you any less if you simply missed a few showers or had messy locks. after all, you murder for a living, not model. you honestly still do better than some of the mercenaries on the team. excluding sniper. i think, despite the popular belief of weed smelling sniper, he is a clean man. after all, professionals have standards! hes gotta smell nice yknow. the hair is under the hat he doesn't talk about that.

if you really really struggle to find time for you to take care of yourself, for whatever reason, he will set time aside for you. before you decide to hang out he might coax you into the public showers in the complex, or the private one in his own camper, but that one is a lot smaller and really made for one person, so best of luck if thats what you choose.

#sorry for the short one i couldnt really think of much #mod engie #tf2 sniper x reader #sniper x reader #tf2 sniper

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kritzenkriegen · 10 months

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Feelins'? Look mate, you know who has a lot of feelings? Blokes that bludgeon their wife to death with a golf trophy. Professionals have standards.

Meet the Sniper

#stooopp you two I'm going to start shipping sniperspy again #I know this has been done a dozen times. now it's been done a dozen and one #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #sniperspy #bloody suit #feelin's? you know who has a lot of feelings?#blokes that impale their ~wife~ on their kukri. apparently #my gifs #Sniper saying 'feelin's?!?' the moment blu spy shows up just never leaves my head #I enjoy that you can still see animation errors in Valve's work. like the blood on the wall in the 3rd gif. very human errors

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gaybananabreaad · 2 months

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"Professionals have standards. Be polite. Be efficient. Have a plan to kill everyone you meet."

Sniper the Kangaroo! Part 3 of my TF2 x Sonic project!

AND YES i know kangaroos are not native to New Zealand, but i realized that way too late SO DEAL WITH IT (yeah a kiwi would have worked better i know)

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aprofessionalwithoutstandards · 6 months

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Something I find absolutely fascinating is are the mercs Christian or not? Scout, Soldier, Spy, and Engineer are all easy yes's in my experience but what would Sniper be? For this question I go to a professional

A professional without standards

I posted abt tf2 guy Catholicism like a week ago and I will quote what I said about Sniper:

"I could see Sniper having some Catholic heritage in him but I don’t think it’d be particularly dominant, he’s a vaguely spiritual white guy who thinks doing psychedelics and filling up his J.O. crystal constitute as a religion."

#interesting how like engie is a definite yes to you but not demo. demo has far more disgusting protestant vibes in my opinion #ask #song-system #tf2 #sniper

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mickmundy · 1 year

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good bushmed recipes:

"Professionals Have Standards!" Sniper x "But Aren't You Tired Of Being Professional? Don't You Sometimes Want To Go Apenshitten?" Medic

sniper that enjoys medic's Experiments and isn't afraid of him, who is deadly/efficient but also emotionally immature/Secretly sensitive.. medic who is playful, observant and lethal, who loves being helpful But only in his Unpredictable Wild Card way.. never censors himself. Ever

medic and sniper who see each other's Drive and Devotion to their respective careers and doesn't let that get in the way of something between them (they are married to their jobs)... coming "home" to each other after Very Different Definitions of a "long hard day"...

reminding eachother to Eat Something For God's Sake and drink water bc they're both convinced they know better than the other but they're both equally semi-dysfunctional (wont admit it) and stuck in their ways but will "reluctantly" oblige bc its important to the other..

both of them getting so wrapped up in work that it's hard to wind down, hard to relax. mutual understanding that Work Is Everything but.. living is important too! medic reminding sniper to laugh/have fun and sniper helping medic tidy that Disgraceful Lab after a productive day!

both of them being Weird Only Childs but completely differently. sniper being quiet, emotionally stunted and repressed, fairly lax, while medic is In Your Face, "If You Don't Like Me That's Your Problem!", petty, the King of holding grudges...

"completing each other" by being Fundamentally Nothing alike. no love at first sight, or second or third sight even... lovers who learn each other and relish in the joy of finding those differences, paying attention to details and jotting them down or committing them to memory...

#sorry. im never not thinking about them i fear #bushmedicine #tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #medic #sniper #dutchiehcs #dutchfoolery #crossposted from twt sorry if u follow me on both #medsnip

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j0rg33n · 8 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"piss"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress two #tf2 sniper #sniper x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #sniper tf2 #Mick Mundy

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secretagentdragon · 11 months

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Revisited my old Liaramancer, Andy (also the only character I've played through the entire trilogy) after like 2/3 years! Probably the biggest ref I've done for a character haha

More character info +ID under the cut:

Andromache "Andy" Jia Shepard Age: 29/31/32 (ME1/ME2/ME3) Morality/leaning: Paragade Sexuality: Bi + demi Romance: Liara Weapon(s) of choice: Sniper rifle, tech

Born in Thessaloniki, Greece, as the middle child of five children, Andy moved to the off world colony Mindoir with her family at the age of 10. They lived a peaceful life there for six years before the colony was attacked by batarian slavers, leaving her the only survivor of her parents and siblings. She was taken in by her aunt and uncle, and moved to Vancouver, Canada, to live with them. She studied computer engineering at a military school in the city, eventually transferring into the Alliance military after graduating.

Most of Andy's military fame prior to serving on the Normandy is attributed to her experience on Akuze, where she was the sole survivor of fifty-one marines after a thresher maw attack, managing to get back to the extraction point thanks to her perseverance, quick thinking, and sheer luck. After this incident she was admitted into the N7 operative program, eventually graduating and earning the rank of Commander.

When on the job, Andy is clipped and professional, always trying to act reserved, though at times her emotions get the better of her. Outside of work, she struggles to connect with people and has difficulty turning her "professionalism" switch off, though she tries her hardest to be approachable. After her "death" and subsequent reconstruction (in ME2) she is much more brutal and upfront. Feeling like her life and all control of it was yanked away from her, she cut her hair and got new tattoos as a way of leveraging some control of herself. Although she ultimately wants to help others, she feels bitter and angry at the fallout of her death and the organization that resurrected her for their own means, Cerberus.

By the time of the Reaper war (ME3), she has mellowed out considerably on a personal front, having found more stability in her personal life after reconciling with her old connections and breaking away from Cerberus. However, the stress of the war and the decisions accompanying it weigh on her every day, and she tries her best to present a calm and collected front to keep up crew morale.

In her spare time, Andy enjoys programming equipment and putting things together, along with working out. She is also a massive fan of romantic dramas and tries to keep up with them regularly.

[ID: Reference sheet for Andromache Jia Shepard/Andy Shepard, a masculine 5'0" Chinese-Greek woman, across all three mass effect games. The first image shows her changes in scars + tattoos across the games. In ME1, Andy has a thresher maw tattoo on her L thigh along with six stars on her R inner forearm and long dark brown hair tied back in a bun (or worn down for casual wear). In ME2, she gains red scarring from reconstruction (ME renegade scars) on her face and various parts of her body, along with a L sleeve tattoo consisting of a night sky on the upper arm and a forest on the lower arm, along with a L collarbone tattoo reading "SR1". Her hair is cut in a short and choppy haircut. In ME3, Andy's hair has grown out to her shoulders and she wears it pushed back. Her red scars have faded somewhat but are still present. The points on the first image read "Cis Female, She/Her, Chinese-Greek, Colonist, Sole Survivor, Engineer - The second image shows her outfits across the games- In ME1 she wears the standard Alliance military outfit, in ME2 she wears military cargo pants with a grey muscle t-shirt, and in ME3 she wears Alliance military cargo pants with a grey muscle t-shirt and the red and black N7 hoodie. Andy also wears an iron ring on her R pinky at all times. End ID.]

#andromache shepard #shepard #femshep #mass effect #commander shepard #ktmart #her long hair is iconic to me but...i reallly like the short versions lol #sorry andy i havent drawn u since... 2021? 2020?#for the sniper rifle thing - i play all my classes except vanguard like snipers bc infiltrator was the first class i played

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