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scoutsbabygirl · 8 months

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I would like to see headcanons from you about how your favorite mercenaries realize that they fall in love with the reader :333

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my first request! hi my little meow meow! i wrote for all the mercs bc why not?! fluff below the cut! also written in headcannon form! idk how to write for soldier (i just don't see the appeal)

scout:

-why did ms. pauling have to be lesbian???

-when you came along he was immediately drawn to you, maybe it was because you were new and young

-he's way too cocky around you and acts like he doesn't care about you

-after a stern talking to by spy, jeremy decides to ask you out

-other than sports, jeremy loves to paint and draw and is surprisingly good at it. he asks you to make some art with him and of course he draws you

-this melts your heart and you've fallen for him. he's just waiting for the right time to confess and ask you to be his

soldier:

-man has zhanna

pyro:

-hearing you say "you're all good! no worries!" after he lights the hem of you shirt, almost burning you alive. he feels a spark...literally

-pyro slinks around you where ever you may be. in the kitchen baking? pyros throwing flour all over the kitchen. working out? pyros cheering you on. got some spare time? pyros got some crayons, colored pencils and a bunch of coloring books

-spending time with a masked man that the team fears has him drawn to you. the mercs warned you about him, you never felt intimated by pyro yet understood yet you could understand why he was treated differently

-if you're ever sad he will give you the best comfort. he's never shown himself to the mercs but once he sees you cry the mask is coming off and expect kisses to be planted over you

-its a very intimate moment and he just admits it then. he's never had anyone love him back, he's always been depicted as a monster.

heavy:

- won't approach you first. he waits for you to make a move. he knows his size is intimidating in itself and doesn't want to scare you away.

-he's a gentle giant. he's very careful with his words and movements. he's so paranoid that you'll view him as something he's not on the inside.

- one night you cooked with him and he told you all about his life back home, showed you photos of his sisters and taught you basic russian (assuming you don't know any already)

-if you speak russian he'll be over the moon or if you use the simple russian he's taught you he loves you just a little bit more. he adores your accent when you stumble over certain pronunciation. he knows you're the one for him

-when he decides to confess he handwrites you a long poem with an russian to english translation on two separate pages. after he signs his name he writes that he won't bring this up unless you do

-please don't break his heart. he's so sensitive

demo:

- when he confesses he's drunk as fuck. he doesn't even remember when you bring it up the next day.

-is so embarrassed. he's hungover and groggy. he plays it off by acting defensive. "i was just drunk! i meant nothing by it!"

-in the inside he's freaking out. he wanted to plan it out. it's only been 7 or 8 months since you've been at teufort but he fell so quick for you.

-3am outside pointing at the constellations, telling you about old celtic, scottish myths and folklore, shit talking the other mercs, and an accidental kiss on the lips he caught feeling for you right then and there.

- he's willing to give up scrumpy just to have you reciprocate the same feelings for him. 🤞

engineer:

-lord, he used so many pet names with you; "check this out, sweet pea", "you look beautiful, darling", "i made pancakes, you want any hon?"

-he knows his voice with a combination of his pet names do something to you. he loves when you call him those names back!

-compliment his cooking! bbq is his specialty! he'll gladly eat up anything you make. hungry boi :3

-he loves when you spend time with him in his workshop, working on his little metal trinkets warms his soul. he tries to teach you about the intricate parts of engineering. it's okay if you don't understand, he's more than willing to break it down for you and teach you a bite-sized version quantum mechanics

-friday night. a few beers in. a lot of work finished. "(y/n), i know i'm a bit older and dusty at the whole romance thing but" he pauses "you ain't seeing anyone right now, are you?"

medic:

-he either falls in love with you the second he lays his eyes on you or it takes many, many months for him to catch feelings for you. regardless, of how long the process takes his love for you becomes an obsession.

-you begin lingering around his office, inquiring about his tools and weapons. he finds it very interesting that you're not startled by him and his... unethical ways of "doctor assisted suicide"

-internal battles with his conscience. does he want to rip your organs out and shove them in the wrong places? he wants to slice your arteries one by one. yes, he wants to cut your jugular and see how much you bleed before dying. alas, he won't. you're too beautiful to be cut up into pieces. he doesn't want you to die by his hands, he doesn't know what he would do with himself.

-"guten morgen, wie gehts?!" has him weak. just a simple phrase you've rehearsed a few times. you though he would appreciate you taking time out of your day to learn his native tongue. he thinks this is your way of flirting with it (and perhaps it is).

-occasionally he'll call you into his office, not for a checkup by any means but rather just to chat (on company time). he removes the gloves and runs his hands over the scars on your face and neck. "schätzelein, i have been feeling some way for a while."

sniper:

-he is such a cunt. he's so rude and bitchy to you. his attitude causes you to avoid contact with mick at all costs and he avoids you like the plague. he spends a lot of time in his van anyways so staying away from you isn't too hard.

-seeing you hurt breaks his heart. he decides to visit you in medbay after your broke your arm. the baboo uterus experiment procedure wasn't finished by the time you got hurt. you notice how out of character it is but appreciate it regardless. he brings you a little necklace made with animal teeth (him making jewerly with animal bones is the most canon-noncanon headcanon.)

-after you get a cast you ask him to sign it. next to his name he writes a little heart. then scribbles it out. and draws a skull underneath it.

-butterflies in his stomach when he lays eyes on you. he hates that he's gotten feelings for you. you're his teammate, not his partner. not yet atleast. no? why is he thinking like this.

-it's obvious that mick is touch starved of attention, he want to be validated and appreciated. he's also getting shit from his teammates so when you begin to stand up for him and complimenting him he looses his mind.

"scout, you're being mean. no wonder you have no dad, i would leave too. " "he's not ugly at all. you're old and its evident enough in those wrinkles of yours."

-oh god. who knew a petite little thing like you could spit venom. he wants to tell you how he feels so badly but he doesn't want to loose you as a friend.

spy:

-he'll flirt with you before even developing feelings for you. always trying to court you, inviting you over at late hours. he just wants to get laid tbh.

-you're playing hard to get. it excites him a bit but he's much older now so if anything he's annoyed that you won't sleep with him. he tries being more romantic and pushes idea the idea of getting with you sexually and takes a different approach.

-smoking on his red velvet couch until the sun begins to rise, sharing cigs together. he has a small stash of weed (he stole it from scout) but coughs when he smokes it, earning a plethora of giggles from you. now he's smiling and laughing with you despite his lungs being filled with smoke.

-stacks of guy de maupassant on his table near the red couch, he reads the love poems to you and translates it to you. please snuggle up into his chest and try to read the french words yourself. your pronunciation is horrible and your accent is awful. you sound so cute yet so pathetic at the same time.

-he tries to keep his feelings hidden for as long as he can. of course, it slips out. he's stopped wearing the balaclava when around you (and only you, even his own son doesn't know what he truly looks like) so the bright red blush is evident on his face. he tries taking back what he said but there's no use as your already face first into his chest.

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megaf00t · 2 years

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#art #tf2 #teamfortress2 #tf2scout #scouttf2 #tf2sniper #snipertf2 #tf2spy #spytf2 #tf2engineer #engineertf2 #tf2medic #medictf2 #tf2soldier #soldiertf2 #comic #tf2 comic

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bazingerrr · 1 year

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I cannot believe you would order before I arrived,,

Sorry, had to get a cuppa, stayed up before I got here,

Did you at least get ze shot?

I‘m a professional aren’t I?

[CLICK FOR QUALITY OR ILL CRY PLS TUMBLR RUINS MY ART]

Honestly might prefer the stupid sketch 😭😭

My friend helped me w/the shape of the cucumbers 😭

Here’s the request for @sneeperspoi !! Love love love ur art this was so much fun to make!

I got to work as soon as I got your reply ^^

I don’t think the cucumber Sandwiches look cucumber enough but it’s fine, hope you like it!!

And good luck with the rest of ur requests !

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mothfulhansel · 1 year

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Sniperspy jumpscare

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grumpysneking · 11 months

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Nap time. Wanted to mess around with colours and lighting but I do not know how to draw backgrounds.

#TF2 #Snipertf2 #The missile is eppy #He needs to go to beb

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prizmadiik · 1 year

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I do not like snipe man

#sniper #snipertf2 #tf2 #fanart #valve #team fortress comics #team fortress #team fortress sniper #scout #scout tf2 #scout team fortress 2

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batskulldrag · 4 months

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Finish the mother fucking series Valve. Give us something else to talk about, or we'll just keep talking about these men's titties.

Sniper's not white and I can prove it.

First, his bio mom is not white, she is darker than the other characters:

She is darker than Bill-bel over there.

She's darker than Miss Pauling.

And now onto Sniper himself. He is also darker than the rest of the characters:

He is darker than Soldier, Spy and Bill-bel.

Now, here's where the title gets involved. People of color tend to have darker nipples due to a higher amount of melanin in their bodies. Which is what causes a darker skin pigment in the first place. And we see in the comics:

Sniper has dark nipples.

Soldier, who is supposedly white, has light nipples

Therefore, we can all safely head cannon Sniper as Māori, Aboriginal or anything else that we like.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 comics #team fortress 2 #sniper #snipertf2 #snipers parents #tf2 snipers parents

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dazed-astr0naut · 8 months

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rotating him in my mind at all times

#bean art #tf2 #snipertf2 #hes just so.#you know?

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lovelyday4it · 1 year

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A "We Happy Few (AU)"

Just thought I'd share these posters, since I never really post anything here. Anyways I became obsessed with WHF the game is so so good and funny with a great story!!!

CAST! (so far)

Sniper as Arthur Hastings

Miss Pauling as Sally Boyle

Demoman as Ollie Starkey

Soldier as the Main Constable

Sigma as Dr Verloc

Moira as Dr Faraday

Spy as Nick LightBearer

Scout as Uncle Jack

Junkrat as the Main Headboy

Medic and Mercy as the Main Joy Doctors

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sips---tea · 10 months

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Travels // tf2 sniper x reader

Warning: one shot turn nsfw, swearing. I didn’t edit it, so there will be mistakes

You sat, bored, in the passanger seat of Sniper’s beat up camper van. You had been on the road since the day before and would not get to your destination until the day after. The road stretched endlessly in front of the van and you closed your eyes, wanting to look at something more interesting than the grey tarmac and the plain outback.

You where travelling to the next assignment place, the administrator had helicopter travelling arrangements for everyone but one. Seeing as sniper was already driving to the location, a name was pulled of a hat to go with him, unfortunately it was yours. ‘What bloody luck’ you thought, imagining that the rest of your team mates where already settled and ordering pizza.

“Oi, wake up” a voice said, pushing you. You jumped as Sniper chuckled at your response. “We are stopping for the night” You nodded, watching the sun slowly set as sniper pulled over and stopped the car.

“You could have been a little gentler” you said as the van came to an abrupt stop. “She’s used to it” Sniper said, tapping the front of the dash with his hand. ”There’s a good girl” he said to the car. You side eyed him at his weird display of affection and got out of the passenger seat. You stretched, your whole body complained at the length of time you had been sitting for. For a moment you enjoyed the fresh air before turning and entering the main part of the camper van.

“What food to you have” you ask sniper as he unlocked the main part of the caravan.

“Cans” Sniper said. “Oi don’t want to go hunting” he took his hat, placing it on the hook on the back of the door while you tried to find the cans he was referring to.

“Crocodile chunks?” you ask, taking the can in question out.

“It’s nutritious” sniper said, taking his jacket and shirt off, you look away, concentrating on reading the can’s information. You feel a figure behind you as sniper reaches over you to grab a packet of some kind of tea. You give him a tentative look as he places his kettle on the stove, he was wearing a white vest, showing off his tanned arms, they where quite muscly and tanned which surprised you, you had taken sniper to have quite a lanky build. Sniper looked at you staring at him and gave you a wink, you looked away, embarrassed and flushing pink as sniper smirked. You focused on finding something to eat, trying to ignore sniper as he sat down at the table, watching you. After a little while you found something which looked half decent and you busy yourself trying to heat it up, feeling sniper’s eyes always on your back.

You light the camp stove, open the can and find a pan to heat the contents of the can up. The van was silent and you felt so awkward as you stirred the food “So uhh” you mumble, trying to break the silence.

“How far are we from the new base?” you ask, poking the food.

“What a stupid question, you had the map” Sniper muttered. The van fell into silence again. “But probably another half day” sniper said after a while. You nodded, feeling more awkward than ever as you put your food in a bowl and found cutlery. You sat opposite Sniper who eyed you and the food.

“I made enough for two” you said, smiling shyly and placing a second fork on the table. Sniper nodded in appreciation and forked the contents of the bowl. You both ate in silence, your face still red. You tried to ignore the silence and the growing cold of the van as night fell. You shivered, the hot day had turned into a cold night.

“Cold sheila?” Sniper asked.

“Just a little” you reply, finishing your final mouthful of food.

Sniper frowns. “The bed is warm” he said, picking up the crockery and rinsing it out. Timidly you climb the ladder and pull yourself onto the bed which overlooked the van’s living space. The bed was a little larger than a single, and had a little window looking out at the pitch black desert. The only lights where the stars and the moon which winked down at you. You stare at the view, trying to pick out certain constellations and name the stars.

“Stargazing Shelia?” a Sniper asked, he had climbed up the ladder and started to pull himself onto the bed, you moved slightly so he could properly get onto it. He had removed his trousers, leaving on his red boxers. You quickly look away and stare back out at the view.

“The stars are so clear” you murmur, ripping your eyes away from the view and turning to sniper as he nodded. “So” you start, frowning as sniper looks up at you. he had laid down, leaving only a small strip for you to lie in, this meant you would have to half lay on the gangly New Zealander.

“Don’t be shy darlin” he said with a smirk as you contemplate on how you where going to lie down. “You aren’t heavy” he smirked. You nodded, laying down on your side, trying not to touch sniper, you where sure that your face was the shade of your red uniform, feeling embarrassed and slightly turned on at how close you where to him.

Sniper pulled over the blanket and you sigh, you felt so unconfutable, wedged between sniper and the wall, however, you dared touch him or move, feeling like a spark would strike you down if you did. You however could feel yourself getting warmer and warmer, you felt like a little radiator.

“Warm?” a gruff voice asked, he turned to you, his face was so close to yours.

“A little” you murmur, pulling off some of the blanket.

“I’ll help” Sniper said, pulling you toward him and placing his hand at the back of your lose trousers, skilfully he pulled them down. “Sniper!” you squeak.

“Don’t give me that love” he almost growled, his hand hovering on your arse, now only your pants being between you and his hand. “I saw you staring, you where not just hot and bothered from the weather” he smirked, gripping your arse in his hand.

You where lost for words “I-I-I” you stammer, your head becoming blank from his actions.

“Don’t deny it” sniper quipped “I knew you chose this outfit just to get to me”

You smirked slightly “You caught me” you said.

“Oh you bitch” he muttered. “You gave me a hard on for half of that bloody drive”

“That was the plan” you said.

“Are you going to let me shag ya, or are you just giving me blue balls?” sniper asked, his hand starting to move up, you could feel his hard cock pressed against you.

“I’ll think about it” you said, a smirk forming on your lips.

“Enough with the cheek” Sniper snapped, “Give me an answer. Now.” he demanded.

“You have obviously been tortured for so long” you drone “surely another few seconds wouldn’t matter”

With that sniper had enough, he pushes you into the wall and kisses you. You kiss back, feeling his teeth nip at your bottom lip. His hand goes up and grabs your boob, pulling you ever closer to himself. You moan slightly into his mouth as he moves away his lips and hands.

“Move” he ordered, pulling you under him so that he was on top. Quickly he rips of your shirt, bra and pulls down your pants. “gorgeous” he muttered, taking little time in removing his own boxers. His dick was thick and already dribbling precum just at the sight of you. Giving you one more look he lowers his head to kiss and nip at your neck and collar, leaving little marks before putting his lips back to yours and thrusting into you. You groan into his mouth, feeling his hard member enter you.

“You are going to scream for me, aren’t you Sheila?” he said into your ear. You nodded, moaning as he starts to thrust faster into you and you feel one hand go down to rub your clit. You close your eyes as he does this, being overwhelmed by the 6′‘1 man who had taken your body completely as his.

“You can be louder than that” Sniper muttered, “There is none but me to hear you”

You nodded, answering his request with a louder moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure. “There’s my girl” he said, groaning loudly. “You are going to make me cum so quickly by how gorgeous you are”

You grin at the compliment, grabbing his back and scratching it with your nails in response to his thrusting, you could feel his dick throbbing in you, he was close and you knew it.

“Are you close?” he muttered, his fingers still moving circles on your clit.

You groan a yes, and after a few more moments of his thrusting and rubbing you came, moaning. Sniper groaned at this, leaving your clit and grabbing your hair as he pulled out of you and came on your stomach.

“Fuck” he moaned, closing his eyes and tightening his grip on your hair. After a moment he loosened his grip and sighed in pleasure and satisfaction. He slowly got from above you, grabbing his vest and clearing up the cum he had left on you. There was a lot.

“I needed a good fuck” was the first thing which came out of sniper’s mouth. You smiled as he chucked the vest on the floor and moved you so that you laid on his chest.

“I am glad I helped” you said, feeling is heartbeat slow down.

Sniper smirked, placing his arms around you, slowly moving his fingers up and down your side. “You definitely did” he said, stopping his movements as you both feel asleep.

#tf2 sniper #red sniper #sniper x reader #tf2 #snipertf2 #smut #oneshot

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mrsvalentinefucker1 · 12 days

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This was an art trade

Speaking of art trades: they’re open buddies. Dm if you’d like to do one with me 😈

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scoutsbabygirl · 10 months

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suspicion | sniper x f!reader smut (nsfw warning!)

below the cut is gonna be some smut, so if you’re uncomfortable skip on by. otherwise, likes, reposts and follows are appreciated <3 plot: mick thinks you’re an enemy spy and by determining his hypothesis he rails you in his nest.

his hazel eyes bore into yours. your arms were placed by your side, giving him a confused look as you kept pleading for him to believe you. you were flabbergasted that his knife was pointed out at you as he was in a stance. he was ready to swing at any given moment which made you cautious enough to not move at all.

“are you serious-”

he cut you off. “fuck off.” he hissed through his teeth. a stray bullet flew through the wooden post barely missing the both of you. he ducked underneath said window, knife still in hand and eyes still focused on your every move. you fell the the ground, hands covering the top of your head in some last ditch effort of self defense.

“you’re helping the team loose mick.” he swore at you again, his voice raised and his words strained, clearly agitated. “can you put the knife down, you’re scaring me.” you looked at him again before sitting on your ass.

“sounds like something a spy would say.” his eyes narrowed for a second. mick placed his hands behind him on the floor thus lifting him off from the ground as he rushed towards you, kicking you square in the stomach- not too hard but hard enough to knock you on the ground forcing you on your back. mick then crawled on top of you, same hunting knife placed on your neck the blade mere inches from breaking the skin on your neck.

you began to panic. “what the fuck are you fucking doing-!” you hissed loudly, anxiety coating your words and painted your face in a dark shade of red. you inhaled sharply letting our a shaky breath struggling to wrap your mind around the current situation.

“go on, try to stab me, i’ll stab you right back, cunt.” his white teeth were pressed together to the point where blood vessels began to rise in his forehead. his nose almost touching yours, closing any gaps of space that were once previously there before.

“mick- would a spy know your name? i- last night.” you closed your eyes anticipating the kiss of the knife breaking your skin. you tilted your head up, feeling his body crawl over yours still looking down at your face. continuing to breath heavily and erratically.

“last night?” he hummed, a dark chuckle emitting from his vocal chords. leaning down to your right ear, opposite of where the knife was being held he whispered “what happened last night, hm?” before you hand time to answer he stood on his haunches, now over your thighs. through closed lids you quickly and briefly explained the events that occurred last night, letting out as little detail as you could. you cursed yourself for saying something so idiotic.

mick stayed quiet for a few moments, sighing right on the nape of your neck, sending a cold shiver onto your skin. a loud clang of metal erupted. you shot your eyes open, noticing that his knife was gone. you turned your head to see that his knife was tossed across the room far away from either of your grasps. his knife was located near where mick has forced you to throw your weapon earlier, in an act of self defense on his end that left you vulnerable.

“there's only one way to make me believe that you’re (y/n) and not a spy.” he took his hat and sunglasses off placing them on the ground near you. you watched intently as his scarred hands glided towards his chest, taking off his vest and undershirt leaving his chest visible. you reached your hand out and traced the darkest, longest, most visible scar on his chest.

he ordered you to take you shirt off, then your pants and anything thing else that covered your body, making an exception for any bandages. you helped him with his cargo pants, his gun holster and belt.

now, here you were lying on the ground completely naked with mick on top of you. his tongue inside of your mouth, pressing all of his heat onto your body, sweat dripping between the both of you. the sounds of gunshots, bombs exploding, screams and a plethora of everyone on your team screaming for medic’s ubercharge to save them from imminent death.

it was not sexy. it would’ve been better in the van.

mick was rough when it came to sex and this time wasn’t an exception either, his breathing was stammered and you could hear his heart pulsating against your own ribcage. his fingers made their way to the inside of your mouth only for a brief moment before he placed them over your cunt. your eyes shot open again, making direct eye contact from his eyes down to below your legs. you let out a quiet moan as his fingers slipped easily into you due to the wet coating from your saliva. you wrapped your legs around his waist whilst clenching yourself around his fingers inside you. he let out a sigh of relief dipping his forehead into yours.

“well, (y/n).” he paused for a moment. “i guess it really is you.” he continued letting out a small groan as he moved his two digits around earning plenty of mewls and soft moans from you. “we’re fucking the team over so badly by doing this shit, i swear, love, you can not, and i mean, you can not do this again.” his sentences were strained as he was out of breath listening to your noises underneath him and feeling your much smaller body wriggle underneath him. gripping onto his biceps and biting your lip turned him into a mess. “fucking hell.” he blurted, holding himself with one arm besides your head he pulled the front of his black boxers down slightly, cock erect and all as it sprung out. “you did this to me.” he watched your eyes focus on his cock mere inches away from your cunt. you connected your eyes back to him.

“can’t we do this in the van? what if someone comes and finds us here.” you were a bit concerned now, pondering the possibilities of getting caught. oh, how embarrassing it would be if tav or dell found you two up here. your eyebrows were furrowed together genuinely considering the consequences of what could come if someone were to find out. if ms. pauling found out you and mick were as good as dead.

“how do i know you’re not a spy, hm?” he hummed with a smirk painting his face. “my sweet (y/n) would be going crazy for this now-”

“yeah your sweet (y/n) would be going crazy for this....in the van!” you hissed attempting to wriggle yourself from underneath him trying to escape- from your own boyfriend. he cursed you out, grabbing your wrists with each of this hands essentially pinning you down.

“grab my dick and put it in.” he was still hovering over your much smaller body. you looked up at him dumbfounded like he had just spoken a foreign language. “fuck- fucking wrap your legs around me neck and lift your ass up a bit so i can get it in.” you did so, curiosity filled your mind, plaguing your head with a myriad of “how is this gonna work”, “is this even gonna work?”, “we’re gonna be walked in on” and other similar questions. that accent of his was thick with lust and hunger for you and you did as he said and with a little bit of work you felt something. something inside you. a bit of panic, anxiety, a whole lot of pleasure and pain swarmed your now cloudy and hazy mind. your chest heaved with excitement and through shaky breaths you begged for him to go gently. mick spat onto your pussy watching his saliva leak onto his shaft, half his tip still inside you already. he sighed pushed himself deeper inside of you continuing to spit on you. his arms were on either side of himself as he held himself up onto of you, allowing for a full view of your face and the erotic faces you were bound to make. his thrusts at first were painfully slow playing into his sick game he knew you would beg for him to fuck you harder and faster.

ungodly noises erupted from both of your vocal chords and the district rhythmic sound of skin on skin. his dry lips kissed your neck, face, lips and collarbone overwhelming you in inaudible praise. he begun to speed his pace up still intently watching you from underneath him all the while letting out small and quiet sharp sighs and growls, keeping himself quiet but just loud enough for you to hear and drive you mad. his breathing was becoming hitched signaling that he was close to an orgasm. he slammed his hand over your mouth, your moans were getting louder and louder and thus his hand over your mouth helped muffled those noises coming from you. his other arm shaky as he continued to hold himself up almost giving in to exhaustion.

mick removed his hand from your mouth quickly putting his other hand on the other side of your head returning back to the same missionary position from earlier. you wriggled from underneath him, your hands roaming all over his body. you mewled out his name as your feet curled into another from behind his neck. you could see the sweat dripping from off his body dripping on down to yours. you begun to feel that familiar knot from from inside you, knowing you were about to spew. mick gave you a crooked smile, grabbing either side of your hips to get a better grasp of you.

“i’m gonna cum, my love.” he warned, removing his palms from the floor, guiding them over your chest then your stomach then down to your hips. his hips buckled one last time as a warm liquid filled your insides. fuck you loved and hated how dirty all of this felt. you knew you’d be giving medic a visit later that night on the inquiry of a emergency contraceptive.

for a moment, he hung his head onto yours, foreheads connecting as he whispered he admiration and love in your ears all while still inside you. “you ought to get yourself all fixed up, you don’t want anyone seeing you like this, hm?” he joked, pulling his boxers back up and putting on his other garments while sitting down. “at least now I know you’re not a spy.” he chuckled. god, what a demented man.

it would take you a few moments to recover before you would even be able to look back at him before he left with both his rifle and knife back to the battlefield.

(a/n: y’all this is my first time writing smut i’m sorry if it’s bad, correct me on any mistakes you see!)

#tf2 #tf2 x reader #sniper x reader #snipertf2 #sniper tf2 x reader #tf2 sniper #sniper x reader smut #smut #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 x reader

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