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jei-rifni · 9 months
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I need to stop… but they mean so much to me…,,,,, oughhh.. (screenshot from Requiem For A Pizza by ItalianNinja)
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asmoteeth · 4 months
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did these three get a ship name while I was away?
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renurdoc · 9 months
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RAHHEHHRHH, hombres lobos 💥🔥
No parecen pero intente lo mejor💪
Hice unos sims de ellos siendo hombres lobos, la tensión se siente desde lejos
Sniper se ve feo.. (es feo)
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counteredpoint · 9 months
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certified swordvan moment
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jamisonwritestf2trash · 6 months
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Sniper losing an eye and having to suffer the consequences (a bit of lost depth perception and couple days wait until Medic gets back to base to regrow it) and maybe a bit of swordvan thrown in
Sniper Loses an Eye HC (ft. Swordvan)
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Oops, I meant to write a hc, but wrote a mini fic, oh well.
Bare with me for some of this. It's not easy to ask Google, "Would having one eye affect sniper accuracy?" I'm pretty sure it doesn't, I was reminded that OW exists and that Ana has one eye, and she does just fine.
I uh, may have ran with swordvan a bit more than expected 😮‍💨
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Oh God. He's so fucking embarrassed. He's so upset. For one, he's embarrassed that Spy managed to stab him through the eye on the one day the respawn machine was malfunctioning. For two, he's upset because now he's reminiscing on the jokes he's made at Demo's expense. He dead ass sits in the lab for a good twenty minutes, contemplating on whether or not he should hide out in his van to save himself the ribbing he knows he's going to get from both Demo and the rest of the team, minus Medic, who is more than sympathetic to Snipers predicament. But regardless of how sympathetic he might be, Medic still needs Sniper out of his lab after he's done bandaging his face. Sniper just sighs and gets off the table and walks to the doors, planning out his escape plan and calculating where all the mercs should be at this time of day.
Keyword being, should. Because he jumps when he sees Demo waiting outside the lab doors. A smug smile on his face as he leans against the wall, taking a swig from the drink he has on hand. Sniper internally groans, but from the way Demo chuckled, he assumed he might have accidentally done that out loud. Demo doesn't actually say much. He just walks over slowly, standing in front of Sniper.
"Take off the bandages." His tone is asking, but his words covey a demand. Sniper protests, citing the fact that Medic had just spent a decent amount of time patching him up, and he'd hate to see how angry the doctor would get if asked to do it again.
"Dont worry," He moves his hand behind his head, undoing the knot of his eye patch quickly, the motion being one he's done many times before. "This ain't my only one. It's far better than any bandage." Demo reaches up and carefully slips his fingers under the bandages, pausing for a second, giving Sniper a moment to tell him to stop, but he doesn't, so the bandages around his eye find themselves being unraveled, draping around his neck and shoulders as they attempt to fall to the floor. Demo only moves his hand to tap the underside of his eye and then to tap Snipers.
"Look, we match." He says with a smile. And they just stand there for a minute, looking at each other, before Demo invites him to come look for an eye patch that'll fit and that he's willing to wear while Medic regrows his eye. It should have only taken a few minutes, but Sniper finds himself being in Demo's room for hours, taking for hours about the new and old predicaments they had found themselves in.
Sniper had left to go back to his camper late that night. Clutching his gifted eye patch, thumbing over the fabric and he dragged his tired body away from the base. He found himself thinking about the Scotsman more than he normally would that night as he drifted off to sleep. He figured it would all go away by morning, along with all his new worries about his missing eye. Hell, maybe the eye would just reappear in the night. He could only hope.
His eye did not infact reappear while he slept, and his worries and thoughts didn't disappear like he had hope. With battle fast approaching, he tied the patch on and grabbed his gear. Joining the other mercs, he found himself biting his tongue at the jabs made by his teammates. Figuring this was his karma for the many jokes he found himself telling. Demo joined the group the latest, immediately finding his way up to Sniper with a grin. Reaching a hand up to fix the eye patch that was half hazardly tied on.
"It looks good on ya." Was the only thing he said before walking away, only to be seen occasionally from far away on the field. Sniper didn't like the warm feeling that gave him.
Sniper found himself frustrated with his sudden loss of skill. Cursing under his breath anytime his sights failed him. Every time he missed shot after shot. He knew well enough that he'd have issues. His depth perception changes would be something to adapt to, but he found himself completely taken out of his depth, completely removed from his skills, the one thing he prided himself with. As the match came to a close, anyone near could hear the muffled thudding of a gun hitting the ground and a
"Goddammit!" As the other team became the winners of the day's battle. He was pissed off. He had never experienced anything like this, and he hated every minute of it. He could only put his head in his hands and sit for a minute. Taking in the newfound silence. Until he heard creaking and boot fall behind him,
"Y'know, for being new to this whole one-eyed thing, you still do a decent job." Demo complimented as Sniper picked his head up, Demo held out his drink, prompting Sniper to drink, trying to help him ease his disappointments. Sniper accepted as Demo continued to talk his ear off. Sniper tried to listen, but he found his focus elsewhere, between his thoughts on his new frustrations with his skills, and the feelings that seemed to rise up with every kind word or action Demo threw his way. Sniper could only sigh as he attempted to refocus his attention. This was going to be a long week.
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Why do I get so embarrassed when I write? Who knows. Anyways, I hope you like this Anon, this fueled my love of Swordvan </3
I'm finally back. Who knew that forcing myself to write a certain fic that I don't have the inspiration for would kill any desire to write? But now that I'm changing it up, I feel more productive! Thank you, guys, for being patient with me. I love you guys 🫶🏻
Also, apologies for anything that's messed up at the end, I am exhausted rn.
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dill-picle · 3 months
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they a lil drunk but das okay
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fag-medic · 6 months
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since you all want to be so damn conflicted. the final test
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sleepingmacca · 1 year
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I like them together :3
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utrawr · 1 year
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catbois. again.
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syrup-relatable · 9 months
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Heyyyyyyy,
ᕕ(⌐■_■)ᕗ ♪♬ I just published my first ever tf2 fic! I would really appreciate it if you checked it out! It’s a oneshot swordvan because that ship does not get enough attention even thought its adorable.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/49054597 <- incase the link doesn’t work
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habitabel · 1 month
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My favorite genre of TF2 fanart is EEPY SNIPER fanart, examples:
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I have a link to my board full of napping sniper art on my Pinterest I'll link it below 😝 (SEND ME MORE IF YOU FIND ANY
❗❗❗THIS IS NOT MY ART BTW THE ORIGINAL ARTISTS SHOULD BE ON THE PINTEREST BOARD I LINKED❗❗❗
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amberandomly · 8 months
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Lil Pootis fanart aka mostly gushing over the Blu team
also i cant believe this is the first time I drew something to do with Emesis Blue bc I feel too pressured to make good art of it
thank you so much @quazies for giving me the strength to doodle somthing and for making these beautiful animations, you have no idea how many times they've saved me when I've had bad days lol
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lenny-link · 3 months
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In response to https://www.tumblr.com/lenny-link/726392302502871040/i-beg-you-mate-sniperscout-please?source=share
....Swordvan?
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dude,, i love ,,,swordvan,,, (with one sprinkle of sniperscout)
sorry for the super duper late response anon im slow but im planning to reply to all the art requests!
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prettyboypistol · 3 months
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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.
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paninicupcakke · 3 months
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Enjoy some more gay ass bs shitposts :3
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intheshadowsbehindyou · 7 months
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Hey I've been wanting to ask you for a while a request I've had. Can I have some headcanons of the mercenary's realizing their feelings for the 10th merc after they brutally bash in a enemy's skull in for trying to kill said merc. And then the 10th merc looks at them with extreme concern while checking up on them. Before turning around and killing another enemy that was about to kill them.
I would love to see the mercenary's reaction to being saved by their crush and having to deal with the horny panic of finding them attractive.
If you dont want to do this that's fine. Thanks again for making really good tf2 x reader content! I love it! Byebye have a good day/night.
The Mercs realizing they have feelings for Y/N after watching them brutally kill an enemy (NSFW)
WARNING: severe amounts of simping
Scout:
- Oh. Oh.. OH. OHH NOOO! OUR SCOUUTTT. HE’S BROKKEEENNN
- You look so dazzling with the blood on your clothes and the rockets whizzing past you. The explosions in the background creating a fine backdrop. Cue the cheesy romantic 40s music as you kill people in slow motion and Scout is in awe.
- You’re confused. He had been standing there even after you had successfully cleared the point. You wave your hand in front of his face and he doesn’t react.
- In his head he’s already having romantic fantasies of frolicking with you on the beach and bashing in people’s heads. The idea of you beating the shit out of him particularly makes him feel a certain way. He has no idea why. Oh god, is this normal? Wait.. Why is he already having thoughts of marrying you and growing old together?
- Immediately goes whining to Spy like a little pussy about you. He’s batshit scared of you but also has the most confusing boner. Good job. You sent him crying after his daddy. You hear a “SPYYYYYYYYYYYeeeEEEE!” as you leave the battlefield. Followed by a groan from said frenchman.
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Soldier:
“NOW HANG ON PRIVATE THATS NOT EXACTLY— Oh.. Ah..” Soldier hisses through his teeth and puts his fist to his mouth, his helmet falls back a bit from the impact you made of kicking an enemy demoman’s sticky bomb back to him. You can see his expression is incredibly conflicted about this. With mild arousal. Holy shit. Somebody as batshit crazy as him. Who the hell kicks an active explosive?
- Because on one hand, you’re impractical yet affective at what you do. Just like him. But on the other hand that’s HIS THING. NOT YOURS! He’s one to act incredibly erratic on many occasions when strategy is in the back of his head awaiting the stupidly fast yet eons long conveyor belt.
- Becomes incredibly infatuated by you on the spot. Creating a sort of vague idea in his head on what you could be like. Cue very vivid fantasies of you and him strangling a sumo wrestler while naked, claiming france as an American owned country for some reason by sticking the flag into the tip of the Eiffel tower while naked, and having a fine American breakfast on the deck of your cottage.. (while naked.)
- “Is that a pistol in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” You ask him afterwards. “NEGATIVE. THAT’S A ROCKET. I ran out of room.” He lies. You believe him because that sounds like something he’d do.
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Demoman:
- You destroy a sentry nest he was trying to demolish around a choke point. He’s both offended, and slightly attracted. You’ve destroyed his pride and humbled him. Normally Demoman is the only one who can take down a sentry nest unless Medic has full charge on somebody — among other things.
- He opens his mouth to protest but you silence him with an award winning smile that makes his heart flutter. As you run past him to head over to Medic and regain your strength, he’s scratching his stubble. Trying to comprehend the slurry of feelings. Demoman is an adult and he’s old enough to be fully aware that you can feel multiple emotions at once; that doesn’t make him any less disoriented though.
- “Ay.. finally somebody who’s on my level!” he calls after you. Promising he’ll outrank you next round. His competitive nature demands it. He’s trying so hard to ignore his boner right now. Assuming it to be just from adrenaline.
- Well, you’re tied. You’re both equal amounts on the next scoreboard. He stares at it on the intel computer terminals in disbelief. He immediately downs a shit load of his scrumpy. Holy shit. He has a massive crush on you now. Begins to wonder how drunk he can get before he forgets about this.
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Engineer:
- You distract him so much he doesn’t even realize the jammed shell in his shotgun at first. You’ve made him lose like half of his life experience in a fraction of a second and he tries to take out the jammed shell and ends up burning himself. “God. DANGIT.”
- inwardly embarrassed and trying to make it seem like all was normal; he slaps the back of the gun so the shell falls out. Continues trying to defend the points… emphasis on tries. You’re his type AND you’re blood thirsty. He can’t help but feel slightly intrigued. The sparks of what would eventually be a crush once he starts talking to you more.
- He can’t bring himself to think filthy thoughts of someone he just met, he wasn’t raised like that. Occasionally the thought crosses his mind and he becomes a little angry with himself. Please stop being sexy in front of somebody who was raised in the bible belt. PLEASE! he would beg you if it didn’t sound so weird out of context.
- Fuck it. Christian shame doesn’t beat nature. He has to jerk off to the thought of you after battles in the shower. You’ve fucked him up.
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Heavy:
- “Heavy, i’m fully charged. Focus on the soldiers in the front and tell me when to— Was zur Hölle?!” Medic complains, looking away from Heavy’s WAY too apparent hard on.
- Heavy would make a great ice sculpture right now. He’s both sweating and frozen in place as he watches you tear the enemy lines to shreds. He rarely feels this way for anybody at all. Heavy was certain his libido evened out as he got older but you just brought him back to square one. He felt like a horny teenager again.
- He wants to lick the blood off your neck so bad. It’s disgraceful. He feels like a disgusting sewage pipe and suddenly wishes the respawn machine didn’t exist so he could permanently die out here just to forget this even happened.
- Eventually waves his hand for Medic to pocket someone else. Goes over and helps you kick some ass. You indirectly both bond from this and successfully kickstart your connection.
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Pyro:
- You’re the same as them in their point of view. A ‘misunderstood’ killer (Yeah, okay..) who wanted nothing more than peace of mind while they went about their daily business!
- The enjoy he sees in your eyes as you land a hit is marvelous. Every single swing of your melee felt like some sort of complex ballet. There was birds and neon colors following you wherever you went. You’ve now given them a weird fetish for adept mercenaries they had no idea they even had. They want to meet you RIGHT NOW.
- air blasts a poor demoman off a cliff you were fighting. “Hey. It’s alright. I got this.” You tell them. Pyro just tilts their head. You walk on to cap the cart and Pyro follows closely behind you. “What’s up?” You finally ask him, out of curiosity. Pyro just stares. You begin to recall horror stories that the other mercs told you of Pyro.
- They continue following you around as your own personal bodyguard. Engineer tells you that he does the same to him on occasion. To the extent of protecting his sentries. Apparently Pyro just follows people around like a dog because they have no idea how to communicate their interest.
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Sniper:
- Watches you a day before a match doing target practice atop a bridge. The targets in question are in the ravine below. The way you so effortlessly hit each target, only missing a few — for some reason caught his attention. He lowered his scope from his eye and preferred the entertainment of you for a moment.
- You get angry after only missing two. Taking your long range and throwing it aggressively into the ravine. Sniper has no clue why you did this, considering you’re the first person in a while who hasn’t fucked up this course right off the bat. For some reason your aggression is getting him hot and bothered. Is this just a weird preference or a sexual thing? Holy shit, he has no idea.
- Sniper brings his legs together to hide his wood. “Eyes both open with a gun like that, mate. Instinctive to close an eye but I guarantee you, if ya just focus on nothing but the target then boom.” He says. Wondering if maybe he was just overthinking and his penis was being insane.
- “As if you shoot with anything else besides a fucking sniper rifle.” You talk back. “I do, actually.” He says, shrugging at your rage. He didn’t feel like sassing back right now. He was tired. “I could show ya if ya want.”
- He bites his lip, applying pressure to the point it’s red. It was both your bad attitude and shooting skills. He loved a partner who was needlessly edgy. This is seriously the type of guy to swoon over the most edgiest of individuals. Eat nails for breakfast and wear a biker vest for god’s sake while you’re at it.
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Medic:
- Uhm.. Medic’s a little weird.
- Not only is he aroused by you in general but the blood on your clothes and in your hair. The way you kill enemies in-and-itself is arousing him. Much like Engineer he tries to focus on his job to no avail. Ends up pocketing you all day and after the other Mercs ask him about it, he claims it’s because they’re all annoying and not doing their jobs correctly again.
- He sits at his desk at night trying to do paperwork. He can’t focus after what he’s seen today. He begins having incredibly fucked up fantasies of eating your organs. Or you climbing into his chest and sleeping in there. Better yet? sex with both your entrails hanging out! knife play! biting! Dear god he’s gross. God, just shut up.
- He puts a hand to his own heart, feeling his heartbeat. For a second he suspected he was getting possessed or something. But no, he’s just incredibly horny. “Archimedes.” Medic said breathlessly. “I do believe i’m moonstruck. Which is unacceptable..” He sort of laughs nervously.
- Coooo. Brrr.
- “Yes, I wholeheartedly agree.” His voice is hoarse. Medic picks up his bonesaw at the end of his table and looks at his own reflection in it. “Every time I love somebody it ends horribly. Best just get what I want and move on.” He says, darkly. What he doesn’t know is that this is the start of his relationship with you. Enticing you to have sex with him — with your consent — it brings you and him to an incredibly intimate level.
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Spy:
- MOTHERFUCKER AINT PLAYIN. he doesn’t waste time. He sees a fellow serial killer and he immediately goes in for the kill. (Pun intended.) But yeah this is Spy we’re talking about here. He’s a manwhore and I thought the canon already established that.
- “That was some fine work out there.” He tells you slowly. His hands behind his back. “Would you care to join me for a second?” He offers his hand. Which you take hesitantly. He takes you to his quarters and attempts to court you. Which works because he’s something straight out of a romance movie with his clever quips.
- “I have a feeling—“ He begins, slowly offering his hand and hovering it above your thigh, placing it down and rubbing you slowly when he didn’t sense any discomfort. “That we will enjoy each other’s company often, my pet.” He looks for your approval. Any sign of it.
- Dude is so fucking slick that you can’t resist him. He’s unbelievably experienced in romance and knows how to charm his way into your pants. It was like you were under a spell by a hypnotic snake. He ends up getting what he wants and doesn’t hold back. His knife is threatening your back and he’s atop you. “Shhh.”
- Sex happens. Aggressive sex. Right off the bat.
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