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Nonspecific-species reptilian sniper.
Completely fair, however-
What if I do it myself?
ON THAT NOTE- What about mercs as Sabaton songs? I'm betting Winged Hussars would be Scout
Sadly, please see this. However, I know you have another request that is more general, so ...
#SaveTf2
I love this game, and have even cosplayed it with my friends (I'm Pyro)
If you haven't played, I would seriously recommend, but first, we need to fix it. The bot problem has gone on for too long, and Valve needs to recognize it. Post #FixTF2, and highlight the bot problem, you can help
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I need slepp
this movie was a master piece
art request for u/Aleksandr2005 on Reddit
I feel bad for not updating my infection au (I now understand why it can take weeks for fanfic writers to update) doesn't help that I fell down some stairs yesterday, I'm fine just bruised and aching.
As a consolation, here's what I think the Mercs would be if they were cats! !!Warning!! ⚠️, there's mentioned abuse of animals. It breaks my heart to think about, but it unfortunately happens:( please be kind to everyone and everything and I by all means do NOT endorse abuse of any kind to anyone or anything)
Scout: mixed breed/Egyptian Mau
I literally looked up fastest cat breeds and Egyptian Mau was the one they gave me. He has his own cat wheel, those spinning treadmill for cats, he's not allowed outside because he's nearly die 4 times from fighting strays or coming home injured. he keeps harassing miss Pauling to mate with her, she keeps batting him.
Soldier: American shorthair
This is the cat breed I think of when I think of when I think of American cats, I like to think he's an orange cat. They're notorious for being dumb and being odd. The administrator let's him run outside, he's really, really loud and she's gotten noise complaints from neighbors when she first brought him home.
Pyro: Sphinx (elf)
They were burned by someone teens who thought it was funny to harm them. The administrator gave them a set of pjs, a stuffed unicorn toy and a little mask because of they're anxiety. They're bonded with engi.
Demo: Scottish fold
Ya ya I get it "this was an obvious one to choose for demo, it literally has 'Scottish' in the name". His previous owner would make bombs in his house and sell them on the black market. One day demo was messing around (he was a kitten) and due to his owner's negligence, demo lost his eye (and some scaring) as well as the death of his owner, who was drunk and passed out, in the explosion that followed. He now has a tiny eye patch and has to take medicine. He has a parrot stuffy
Engi: munchkin
Lol smol cat. He's the only one who wasn't adopted by the administrator, she owned his father and his grandfather before him. He's highly intelligent and has bonded with pyro. They basically just bath eachother
Heavy: Mainecoon
Lol big cat. His story largely stays the same, from Russia, has 3 sisters and his mother, lived in the gulag (I think that's how to spell it). The difference is that he was sold to the administrator and his mother and sisters remain in Siberia, he misses them severely and will only calm down if the administrator put on classical Russian music or video calls his family's owner. The owner doesn't mind at all.
Sniper: Mandalay
His previous owners were a sweet old couple who had a sheep farm in Australia. He was a farm cat and was extremely good at hunting birds and mice. He now likes to climb up in high spaces.
Medic: German Rex
His owner was a scientist who would experiment on birds, medic bonded with one of these birds. When the administrator took in medic, Archimedes was brought with him. She likes Archimedes more than she thought she would.
Spy: Birman
Spy was pampered by his previous owner, who was an old, wealthy, French man with no children or wife. Everything in his position went to spy and his (spy's ) lineage. By adopting spy, the administrator gained all the wealth that came with him. She took scout in because he's spy's only living blood relative from when he snuck out near the end of his owner's life, met Scout's ma and had him. He bullies his son
Miss p.: Devon Rex
She's constantly stoping the others from breaking things and has basically bonded with the administrator and is completely done with scout
This took me so long to write and research
Edit; I forgot to remove the fillers for engi and heavy, I kept them in tho:3
God ykno that panel of marcille saying yeah it was highly illegal magic so don't tell anyone about this and chilchuck makes a fucking expression and then is like sure whatever and starts drinking from the bottle. That's how I feel reading some people's posts
Could I please get a RED Spy x Female BLU Medic Reader frappuccino with a side of cheesecake, and some shortbread and chocolate chip cookies? Could I also place an order for something you don't seem to have in stock?
(What I’d like is for this to take place during the robot wars. Reader was trying to help everyone regardless of what team they were on originally but Spy keeps pushing her away because their relationship was very antagonistic back when RED and BLU were fighting. But something happens and Reader goes MIA forcing Spy to admit that he actually loves her. Reader comes back just in time to hear him confess. Feel free to ignore this if it's too much. 😙)
order up for @faal-verotiik ! wanna order something for yourself? here's the menu!
- frappuccino: "Can we skip the fight this time, please?" + cheesecake: enemies to lovers + shortbread cookie: angst + chocolate chip cookie: fluff
a/n: i love this request so much! also this is a perfect representation for what i thought out of stock requests to be described as, thank you so much :3
word count: 1,432
cw: little bits of angst and fluff
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Spy wasn't known for feelings; at least sentimental ones. None of the mercs were, but you just had to be different. In the very beginning, Spy didn't give two shits about you, simply thinking of you as the Blu Medic's foolish apprentice and would merely go on to take his chance whenever he had the opportunity to backstab you. Something that did intrigue him ever so slightly was how you would react to him when and after he killed you.
You weren't like the others. You sometimes stood there and let it happen, usually not putting up a fight and just accepting your fate of being caught of guard. Even weirder? You weren't sour after it after. Sure, he would find you with a small frown on your face coming back from the respawn room, but you weren't out for his blood for the rest of the match like the rest of your Blu teammates were whenever they got backstabbed by him.
"You must be a stupid little thing, mon chaton. This business isn't for the passive."
The Frenchman had you in a sharp chokehold during a specific match, growling into your ear with his silky smooth voice as he holds his butterfly knife to your back, just above where your heart rests. Without getting a word in he thrusts his knife into your back, grimacing as your blood gets on his suit and blends in with the red of the fabric. Spy lets your lifeless body go and watches it crumple to the ground, frowning as he turns to start walking and cloaks himself. That should get you mad, a little rough teasing would make any human turn sour. He just knows it.
And his method worked, you were mad, falling for his little trap and dying to him a couple more times during that match from your rage-clouded vision. Though, it wore off quicker than he's seen in your team members, and even his own. Spy would be lying if he said he wasn't interested, and dare he say it, a little impressed at how easily you can recover from provocation. His little hatred-like infatuation lasted for long, and it still has, though its digressed now, and the fact that he's been working along side you has honestly made it worse.
The unlikely partnership of the Red and Blue team's when the machines came to attack was already on thin ice, but in all honesty, Spy didn't care all that much. Sure, it irked him that he had to ally with the same miserable bastards that he's been killing for years, but he got through it with his usual poise and class. Though, that tranquil mindset was destroyed when he kept running into you in the field during a fight, internally cursing you when you would run to his aid and heal him with your medigun and sweet words.
"You have better things to do, stop playing nurse and actually fight like the rest of us."
Spy would hiss those words at you when you even tried to get close to him to heal him, metaphorically (and sometimes literally) pushing you away from him. Even with Spy's brash behavior, you still stayed close, giving him extra care than the other mercs that you took care of on the field. Spy hated it; and after a particularly grueling fight against the machines, you rush to his side when you see he has a solid bullet wound shot through his shoulder. You bring your medigun up to fix the wound but stumble back as Spy slaps away the machinery, the sound of it clattering to the floor making you flinch.
"Chose inutile. When will you learn to get away from me? I don't need your damned help."
Even after Spy had said those words he knew that was wrong, his integrity crumbling inside of him as he registers what he had said. The Frenchman watched with sharply narrowed eyes as you retreated back a few steps, looking at him like he was a monster sent from hell. And maybe at that point to you, he was.
You walk off without a word, simply picking up your medigun and not looking back as you walk away to tend to the other members of the team. Good riddance- is what Spy wanted to say, but he'd be damned if he would admit to feeling just a little bit guilty about yelling at you and acting so rudely.
Spy's feelings only started to increasingly become worse for the next few battles due to you not even looking at him, or him not even seeing you once on the battle field. It made him angry, the way you avoided him. Sure, it was hypocritical but he missed you. Badly.
It all went to shit immediately, the waves of robots wouldn't stop coming, and everyone on the field was in a frenzy to stay alive, the Frenchman included. Spy ducked and covered behind a dilapidated wall of a building that had been blown to hell, turning his cloaking on and running out into the field to get a vantage point on the enemy. When he got to a high enough spot, Spy overlooked the battlefield, gauging where each of his teammates were and where the numerous numbers of enemies were coming from.
From the vantage spot, Spy saw you- for the first time in days, he saw you. Spy couldn't believe the way his heart skipped a beat, making him take a double take and look back at you, watching with bated breath as you fought off a machine variant of yourself to get to the Red Heavy as he was being onslaught with gunfire. Spy could only watch in a state of shock as a bullet ripped through your shoulder, your blood painting the ground of the battlefield. Without even realizing it, Spy started to make his way back down from his high ground to run and help you, but when he gets back to the ground all he sees is a trail of blood leading around the corner.
Spy follows the trail, a large explosion racking the nearby building and causing large pieces of scrap metal and concrete to fly through the air. As Spy turns the corner all he's faced with is rubble, your medigun broken and dented on the floor next to the smoldering rubble.
The trail of blood ran under the rubble.. Your trail of blood. That means-
"Merde! No- No!"
Spy sprints to the rubble, sliding to his knees and starting to haphazardly dig into the rubble, shifting away a large piece with all of his strength. After shifting a large piece Spy's breath hitches in his throat as he sees a piece of ruined fabric sticking up from under the cement and ash. Spy grabs the fabric, tugging it up at feeling a sour taste fill his mouth. It's your coat, your class insignia sewn into the sleeve reddened with blood.
"No- Mon chaton! S'il te plaît! Please!
Spy grips the fabric and tugs it close to his chest, cursing to himself as he feels tears prick the corners of his eyes. How pathetic, crying over the girl he hated and pushed away.
"Je suis désolé. Je suis vraiment désolé. I-I-"
Spy chokes on his words, letting his tears drip onto the tattered scraps of your coat.
"Spy..?"
The Frenchman freezes, furrowing his eyebrows and whipping around to follow the sound of.. Your voice? There you were, without your coat, leaving you with just your undershirt and a crude bandaged wrapped around your shoulder.
"Spy what're you- Wait are you cryi-"
Your sentence doesn't even get past your lips as your wrapped into a tight hug by Spy, the Frenchman squeezing you for all you're worth. Spy pulls back from the brisk hug, keeping his hands resting on your waist as he looks down at you.
"Mon ange, I'm so sorry. What I said- it wasn't right."
Spy's grip on your waist tightens, almost afraid of you disappearing in front of him despite his hold. You thrash against his grip when you come to your senses, frowning and taking a step back from him while giving him the sharpest glare possible,
"Let's skip the fight this time, s'il te plaît."
Spy gives you the sorriest look he can muster, and damn if you couldn't resist when he gives you a look like that. With a sigh you walk back towards the man, slowly bringing your hand up and placing it on Spy's chest, his racing heartbeat thumping against your palm. You smile up at Spy, the sight after so long of not seeing it making his heart feel as if it was going to explode.
"You'll forgive me, won't you?"
Spy brings his hand up to cup your cheek, his gloved thumb brushing against you bottom lip before he pulls you in for a sweet kiss, the connection of your lips akin to electricity. How could you say no when he says it so sweetly?
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uhh here it is i hope you like it!! i struggled so hard with this request but i think its okay in the end (plus it was good practice)!!
Hiii!
Can I get f!Reader x sniper tf2 who ordered Irish coded with a side of black forest gateau ?
order up for anon! wanna order something for yourself? here's the menu!
- irish coffee: "Fuck, that's a good girl." + black forest gateau: cockwarming
cw: poor attempt at an australian accent through writing
word count: 1,957
(MDNI below the cut!!)
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The climb to Sniper's nest was always a difficult one, and it always led you to be weak in the knees and out of breath. Gasping for air, you ascend to the last rung, your boots thudding against the creaking wooden flooring of the nest. At the sound, Sniper's head whips around and stares at you from behind his dark aviator shades, making you freeze in place as his sharp eyes always seem to put you off and cause your heart to stutter.
"Let's get to it, there's an extra rifle over there."
Right- The reason you were up here in the first place. Your class was, for a less of a better term, a jack of-all trades. You've spent time with all the other mercs and learned their skills, able to replicate their duties to a t. Now it was Sniper's turn to teach you, and honestly, you were more excited to spend time with him than the others. Sure, you didn't really spend the most time with him since you joined the team, but that didn't mean you haven't acknowledged each other. A few shared packs of ammunition during battles here and leftover coffee from the pot for the other there, the two of you really just helped each other through the courtesy of being teammates. At least that's what you chalked it up to.
You grab the spare rifle off of one of the crates nearby, fidgeting with it in your hands and inspecting the weapon before walking over to Sniper and sitting down on the stool next to his. You glance at at the man next to you expectantly, nervously glancing at the him before you see him nod to your hold on the rifle. Lifting up the rifle you hold it steady, peering down the scope and looking out of the large opening where a window used to be, noticing the various targets scattered around the grounds below. Your body jerks when you feel Sniper place his hand on your back, and you swear you could hear him let out a quiet huff of a laugh, but chalk it up to your nerves, letting your teammate adjust your posture into a straight one.
"You want a straight back and squared shoulders, otherwise the kick will make ya' hurt.
You nod your head, immediately taking a brief note in your head at his instruction, and pull back from your view down the scope and glance at Sniper before noticing that he's bringing his other had up and adjusting your hold on the rifle. Fighting the urge to squirm as you watch his much larger hand and long fingers curl over yours, you watch intently, somewhat paying attention to how he changes where your grip stays on the rifle. Sniper stares at your hold around the gun with narrowed eyes behind his shades before he grunts and nods his head to the targets out the opening below.
"Alrigh', try to take a shot."
Sniper mumbles next to you, moving his gaze out towards the targets as you peer down the scope and pick a one. It isn't like you haven't shot a gun before, but for some reason the pressure to make this shot felt especially intense. With a quick inhale and a slow exhale you squeeze the trigger, feeling the rifle kick back into your shoulder while watching the bullet fly out towards the target, missing it by a hair and running into the dirt while kicking up dust around it. Embarrassment floods through your veins and you don't even dare look at Sniper. Sure, you didn't think you'd be perfect right away- but completely missing the target? Fuck.
"S'alright roo, wasn't much of a shot either when I started out."
And there it was, that little nickname he gave you after your time of being on the team. Sure, it was probably just a friendly term of endearment between friends, but damn did it make you flustered. You swallow nervously and nod your head, sending him a small glance before reloading quickly and picking another target. Following your same routine of breathing in and out, you squeeze the trigger again, flinching at the kickback while watching the bullet whizz through the air and hit the target straight on. Headshot.
"There she is- nice shot roo."
Sniper places a hand on your shoulder and jostles you, a small rare smirk tugging at his lips as he looks down at you. You give the man a lopsided smile back, glancing back forwards and scoping in once more, picking a farther target and swiftly reloading before pulling the trigger. Once more, the shot whiffs and drills into the dirt, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. You scowl and curse under your breath and actually hear Sniper chuckle audibly at your response to missing, keeping his hand on your shoulder and squeezing it.
"You got it. Again."
And that's how it went for a few solid hours, missing and successfully hitting headshots along with Sniper's guidance. After another solid headshot on one of the farthest targets, Sniper glances down at you, simply watching the focused triumphant look that spreads across your face when you aim for the kill. The man clears his throat and looks away from you, tipping the brim of his hat up with his thumb and adjusting his aviators before breaking your concentrating silence.
"You're gettin' good roo. But can you handle distractions?"
Sniper questions, making you furrow your eyebrows and glance up at him. Distractions? Like gunfire and explosions, teammates screaming for a medic?- you ask him. Sniper makes a 'kinda' gesture with his hand before moving it to your shoulder once more before trailing it down to the small of your back. Oh. Those kinds of distractions. You swallow shakily and shake your head; no, you haven't had these kinds of distractions before, but who said they were unwanted? Sniper smirks softly and moves his hand to shift underneath your shirt, the man chuckling to himself as he sees and feels the goosebumps spreading across your skin immediately from his touch. Sniper snakes his hand around to your stomach, thumbing the fabric of your pants and underwear before pushing his hand down beneath them, brushing his calloused fingers over your clit. When you jerk and stifle your moan, Sniper tsks at you and grabs your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes forwards.
"Uh-uh I still need to see you firin', love. Get to it."
With a pathetic groan you oblige, trying to still your shaking hands as Sniper moves his fingers through your wet folds, praying to whoever resides above that your face isn't visible burning right now while you hold back your sounds from escaping your lips. You right your position, squaring your shoulders and straightening your back as you prepare to take a shot at one of the farther targets in the distance, aligning your shot with shaky arms and exhaling as you squeeze the trigger. At the last second of your movement, Sniper pushes one of his fingers into you, making you gasp and twitch which causes your grip to falter and your arms to shift. The bullet you fired misses by a long shot, making you grit your teeth and turn to glare at Sniper who just looks at you with a raised eyebrow.
"Better adapt, roo. We can't have you gettin' distracted out there."
With a groan you reload shakily, letting the faintest of whimpers escape past your lips as Sniper pushed another finger into you. You feel your body twitch and squeeze around him as he starts to move his fingers, his long digits pressing into your sweet spot that makes you keen. You whimper as you look down the scope of the rifle once more, trying to slow your breathing in an attempt to soothe your beating heart as you pick a target in the distance, desperately trying to ignore the way Sniper's fingers reach every sensitive nook and cranny inside of you.
When you squeeze the trigger to shoot, Sniper thrusts his fingers into you, making sure to drag his fingertips across the sweet spongy spot in your cunt. While the action does make you jerk, you bite your bottom lip and steel your hold on the rifle in your hands, ensuring that the bullet keeps forwards. With the sound of a sharp crack in the distance, you're able see through the cloud of dust where you see that your shot went straight through the target's head; headshot.
"Looks like we're adjusted to that already. C'mere then, love."
Sniper whistles lowly as he looks at your shot in the distance, withdrawing his fingers from your dripping pussy and licking them before he starts to undo his belt haphazardly and undo his pants as well. He takes his weeping cock from out of his pants, smirking and chuckling lightly at the look on your face- like you want to devour him. Sniper grabs your wrist and forces you to stand up in front of him, his deft fingers making quick work of your pants and panties before he tugs you into his lap so you face the same way he does.
Sniper rests his chin on your shoulder, his warm breath ghosting the back of your ear as he guides himself into you slowly. You feel him go all the way to the hilt, your legs twitching as he fills you completely and then some. As your cunt twitches around Sniper, he groans into your neck, moving his hands up to rest over yours as you continue to hold the rifle in your grasp.
"Let's keep at it, yeah roo? Get some good shots in and I'll move f' ya."
With that incentive, you inhale and exhale shakily while reloading with shaky hands, watching how Sniper's hands go along with your movements as he rests his hands above yours. You attempt to straighten your back but squirm as you feel the new angle Sniper's cock hits you at from the change, causing a low whimper to emit from your throat as you look down the scope of the rifle in your hands to pick a target to shoot at. With a sharp gasp, you hastily pull the trigger after aiming correctly. Despite Sniper suddenly bucking his hips up into yours, thinking you'd crack under his pressure of movements, you stay (somewhat) collected and keep your arms steady. A sharp crack sounding through the air as the bullet flies toward the target, hitting it dead on the targets head.
"Fuck, that's a good girl. excellent shot."
Sniper purrs deep into your ear, the praise making your limbs feel like jello as he lazily thrusts his hips up into yours, giving you the stimulation you craved as you sit wrapped around his cock. Your teammate nuzzles into your neck, giving your throat a soft nip while he squeezes your wrist.
"How about two more, yeah?"
Sniper smirks into your neck and grumbles out his words, only allowing you to nod your head in response as you reload once more. Just as you exhale to take your shot, Sniper snakes one of his hands down to brush over your clit in tandem with short thrusts. the new movements make your arms grow weak, your grip on the rifle loosening as you pull the trigger. The bullet flies far away from your intended target, burying itself into the rocky ground in a cloud of dirt and dust. You hear Sniper chuckle into your neck as his fingers continue to draw lazy circles on your clit, making your body twitch and convulse with each brush.
"Too bad roo. Gimme four more now."
You're not gonna last like this if he keeps playing this game. Though, you think he won't really either.
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sorry for the blueballs ahh cutoff, i have more requests that i wanna get out tonight. ps: i love sniper he is my favorite despite the pee jar situation
hii !! i saw ur medic fic and fell in loveeee !!! i love their work. could i order a transmasc reader x spy tequila espresso with a side of black forest gateau and vanilla macarons ? :3€
order up for anon! Wanna order something for yourself? here's the menu!
- tequila espresso: "I didn't think you'd be so responsive." + black forest gateau: cockwarming + vanilla macaron: gentle sex
(MDNI under the cut!)
cw: drinking/slight inebriation, smoking
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You liked Spy. And you believed he liked you too. Honestly, in the beginning he was rude, overly cocky, and just a flat out asshole, but damn did his charms overrule the cons of his personality. Now after a few years of being a member of the Red team, you grew to be the closest with Spy. Sure, you liked your other teammates, but there was just something different about the Frenchman that made you swoon.
You almost felt bad about your feelings at first. You wanted to chalk it up to the suave nonchalance that Spy exuded, but overtime you wanted to believe that he treated you differently because he liked you. So now here you are, walking down the eccentrically decorated hallway to Spy's study, wringing your hands together nervously at just the mere prospect of spending time with him, as if you haven't done it hundreds of times before. It was a common occurrence, where you would meet in his study, drink, smoke, maybe even share a dinner that he himself prepared instead of what the others cooked.
Wen you approach the door to the study, it creaks open and there stands Spy, looking down at you with his usual sly smirk.
"On time as always, mon ami."
He opens the large wooden door to his study, letting you slip past him before he lets it close shut with a heavy thunk. Spy's study was by far (in your opinion) the most beautiful thing in the whole base. The whole room is decorated extravagantly, expensive paintings hanging from the walls, elegant furniture placed throughout the room, and the roaring fireplace that bathes the study in a soft orange glow. You make yourself comfortable on one of the large couches close to the fireplace, basking in the warmth that the smoldering wood emits. Spy sends you a small glance over his shoulder before walking over to a nearby cabinet that holds his alcohol, laughing to himself gently at the sight of you sitting on the plush couch, remembering that only a couple of months ago you were more timid than a mouse to even sit on one of the elegant pieces of furniture.
Spy opens the cabinet, running the tips of his fingers along the tops of the various bottles of alcohol before selecting a vintage wine. He takes the cork off and pours two glasses fluidly, turning back around with the glasses in his hands and walking to where you sit in the couch. Spy extends the glass out to you, smirking as his gloved fingers brush against yours when you gingerly grasp the glass of wine and take a tentative sip.
"Je boirais lentement, ce vin est plus vieux que toi."
The man purrs, turning and sitting down in a lavish chair in front of the couch you chose to sit on. Spy reaches into his suit and pulls out a packet of cigarettes, a premium brand- you notice, and lights one swiftly with a small lighter before bringing the stick of tobacco to his lips and letting the smoke linger on his tongue before exhaling.
The two of you talk for hours, simply conversing on simple topics or delving into more intimate ones- it's what close friends do, right? You're two glasses deep into the wine bottle when you stand up for another refill, Spy smiling up at you from his seated spot and beckoning you over to him with a small flick of his gloved fingers.
"Come have mine, mon couer."
You oblige and walk over to him, taking his half drank glass of wine, and slowly sipping the rest of the contents while maintaining eye contact with the Frenchman. You swear you see his eyes darken as he looks up at you, his gaze flicking to your lips before he reaches out and intertwines his fingers with yours, making your eyebrows cinch together in confusion before he tugs you forwards, making you stumble and fall into his lap.
You feel your face burn from the embarrassment of the forced position, your heart stuttering in your chest as you straddle your teammate, your thighs pressing into his hips. Spy looks up at you with lidded eyelids, brushing his gloved thumb over your knuckles and bringing your hand up to press gentle kisses to your fingers.
"This is okay, right? I want confirmation."
You nod your head more eagerly than you thought, making the man beneath you chuckle and bring his cigarette up to his lips, taking a long drag and putting the butt of it out before grabbing the back of your head and connecting your lips in an electric kiss. Spy pushes the smoke into your mouth, the heady tobacco making your senses burn along with the passion of your teammates kiss. Spy pulls back first, making you whine lowly and send him a small glare before it softens as he moves his hand down your body, caressing your waist before pushing his hand under the hem of your shirt, the cool leather of his gloves contrasting with your heated skin.
Spy moves his hand up your body slowly, letting his fingers explore every inch of your skin before he stops as his fingers brush against your top surgery scars, gently caressing the scar tissue before he teases your nipple with his thumb, smirking to himself as you keen and whine beneath his touch.
"I didn't think you'd be so responsive, mon couer. I haven't even done anything yet."
He mumbles softly as he rolls his hips up into yours, the audible sound of his breath catching in the back of his throat making your blood run even hotter. Spy continues to tease your nipple, bringing his other hand down and unbuttoning your pants, giving him easier access to your underwear. He snakes his hand down your underwear, brushing his fingers through your slick and smirking up at you from the sound the elicits from your throat. The Frenchman glances to the side, staring into the fireplace in contemplation before a small wicked smile tugs at his lips, withdrawing his hands from you and making you stand up as he does. Grabbing a nearby book and opening it to a folded page, his other hand swiftly undoing his belt as he sits back down on the expensive chair, the apparent tent in his pants calling out to you. When you take a step forwards Spy raises his hand, looking you up and down with hooded eyelids.
"Strip for me, won't you?"
Spy purrs, laughing softly at your flustered expression before watching you start to undress with hungry eyes. After you've shed all your clothes Spy beckons you towards him, gently grabbing your wrist and guiding you to straddle his lap once more, relishing in the moan that escapes past your lips as his clothed cock brushes against your dripping mound. Spy reaches down, steadily pulling his underwear down to free his aching cock, hissing through his teeth as he guides himself into you slowly, sighing happily as you sink your tight heat onto him.
The subtle burn of Spy's cock inside of you is delicious, making your hips stutter and jerk as you acclimate to his size. Spy's hand grasps onto your waist, squeezing your hip and giving you a serious look as he smirks.
"I need you to stay still for a bit, surely you can do that?"
The request makes you squirm, causing Spy to grip your hip tighter to keep you in place. The man simply opens his book to his saved page, shifting his hips to get comfortable as he starts to read. After a few grueling minutes of silence and the occasional glance Spy gives you, you start to shift your hips impatiently, making the man beneath you tut at you and squeeze your hip.
"So impatient."
The Frenchman tsks at you, snapping his book shut and setting it down on the nearby end table and giving you a feigned look of annoyance before he bucks his hips up into yours, reveling in the broken moan that falls from your parted lips. Spy chuckles to himself as you start to move your hips, the sound followed by a rumbling moan from deep in his throat as he matches your rhythm as he moves his gloved hands to rest on your waist before moving them up your back to pull you close to him so your face rests in the crook of his neck, his rich cologne clogging your senses.
Spy's soft moans flit past your ears, his hot breath ghosting over your skin as he continues to roll his hips, snaking one of his hands down to brush over your perked bundle of nerves. At the stimulation, you keen, arching into Spy as he quickens his pace and starts to pepper quick kisses along your throat and jaw, connecting your lips once again for a heated kiss. Spy parts from your lips to let out a hitched groan, quickening his fingers beneath you to match his level of pleasure as he slowly careens towards his release.
Spy tilts his hips, smirking when he feels your body turn to mush at the different angle, his cock brushing the sweetest spot in you. With just a mere flick of his gloved fingers brushing over your clit the pleasurable band that was growing taut in your stomach snaps, heavy whimpers and gasps tumbling past your lips as you cum around Spy. The tightening of your heat around Spy forces him over the edge, the Frenchman nipping at your ear and jaw as he groans softly, painting your insides with all he has while his thrusts falter and turn to lazy twitching movements. Spy chuckles as you whine into his neck, moving one of his hands to gently grasp the back of your neck and pull your head back to make you look at him, grabbing another cigarette from nearby and lighting it before bringing it up to your lips to let you have the first drag.
"Let's stay like this for a bit, shall we?"
how could you refuse when he says it like that?
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would you guys believe me if i said i was a spy disliker for a long time (he was too hot i didnt wanna admit it)
Hi! Could I have a medic x fem! Reader Italian espresso with a side of chocolate macaron and chocolate cake?
order up for anon! wanna order something for yourself? here's the menu!
- italian espresso: "Try to stay quiet, understand?" + chocolate cake: forced proximity + chocolate macaroon: rough sex
(MDNI UNDER THE CUT!)
cw: technically cnc (reader wants it but theres no explicit permission given), a little bloodplay but its barely there so??, unprotected sex
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Honestly, you thought Medic hated you. Really, most of the team did when you first showed up, mainly because you were a new face (and also a woman but you reprimanded them swiftly and proved yourself overtime), but Medic always seemed to be the one that would ignore you the most. Even Spy treated you like you existed, which is saying a lot in reference to the Frenchman and his closed off put together personality.
Medic ignored you so much that you haven't even gotten your surgery to have the ability to be Übercharged. Which, in retrospective makes the situation worse for him and you. Ultimately more him than you, since without the ability to Übercharge, you were a prime target for the other duplicate team, constantly being the main focus of their ire. With this, Medic had to follow you around more, pushing himself away from the group and heal you with his medigun before walking away with a scoff and grumbling under his breath.
That particular incident was even happening now, Medic having to strafe away from the group and running behind you to heal you as you outran and skillfully shot at the Blue Scout that wouldn't leave you the fuck alone. Though just as you turn the corner with medic in tow, the enemy Heavy and his own Medic appear, causing you to skid to a stop and turn around, your shoulder crashing into Medic's, making you to trip and catch yourself before running in the opposite direction, barely avoiding the rain of bullets that whir from the Blue Heavy's gun. Running on pure adrenaline and the fear of feeling the pain of being killed (You bitched about that for weeks when you began- how do these people have the ability to literally undo death, but not be able to prevent the pain that comes from it?).
You feverishly turn another corner, entering one of the spacious rooms of the Teufort location and scrambling towards one of the nearby doors, opening it wide and grabbing onto Medic's arm to pull him through with you. Sure, the man probably hated your guts and didn't give two shits about how you ended up, but that doesn't mean you would leave him behind, he is your teammate after all.
Though when you expect to run into a different room, you slam into the wall of... A closet? Fuck. Medic crashes in after you, his medigun clattering to the floor as the door is shut behind the two of you. The closet is smaller than it appears to be, forcing you to squirm against the doctor as your heart pounds in your chest from the combination of fear and adrenaline, making your chest rise and fall quickly, your lungs screaming for the air that was stripped from you during the chase. All of the sudden you feel your heart drop as Medic's large hand wraps around your mouth, silencing your frantic breathing. The smell of latex and blood making your head feel fuzzy.
"Try to stay quiet, understand der Schatz?"
His voice is silken but with a twist, the tone he uses holding a sort of rumbling growl in its depths. You feel Medic's other hand snake around your waist, tugging you towards him to press your back against his chest, and you can feel that he too is panting, his warm breaths ghosting against the back of your ear. You turn your head to the side slightly, making eye contact with him and letting your expression get away from you as your eyes go wide from the shock of him being so close and willingly touching you. The way your eyes must've been bugging out of your head makes Medic smirk down at you, the man chuckling darkly. It isn't the first time you've heard the sound, but when he's so close you feel the rumble and baritone of the sound, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.
Footsteps pound against the flooring outside the door to the closet and you swear you feel Medic pull you closer to him, his hand still staying pressed against your mouth to keep you quiet. Your eyes stay wide as you hear the enemy Medic and Heavy talk, praying to whatever god that they wouldn't find you and your own Medic and shoot the two of you dead. As the footsteps of the enemy fades, you imagined crying from the relief. Thinking that Medic would let go, you try to move forward and reach for the doorhandle until you feel Medic tighten his grip on you and keep you in place, making you cinch your eyebrows together and crane your neck to look up at him behind you.
"We should wait. They could be lingering..."
He murmurs against the shell of your ear, immediately feeling your face burn from the close proximity. You suppose he was right, and this position didn't really hurt, in fact- you really liked this position. Medics hand splays across your stomach, his gloved fingers practically teasing the edge of the shirt of your uniform, threatening to slip the cool latex under the fabric and tease your skin. You in turn arch you back into him, the chill of his gloves making you squirm, causing Medic to tighten his hold on you even more.
"Careful Schatz, you're not trying to provoke me, are you?"
He teases, sliding his gloved hand under your shirt and letting his fingers roam across your stomach, slowly inching his fingers up to your ribs and feeling him shudder as he touches the bottom of your ribcage. His deft fingers prodded at your ribs before sliding his hand up further and cupping your breast through your bra, giving the sensitive mound of flesh a rough squeeze that elicits a hiss from you. Once again, Medic chuckles against your ear, lowering his face to nuzzle the side of you neck before biting onto the curve where you neck meets your shoulder, sinking his teeth deep into your skin and pulling away when you whimper to lick at the blood that pools at the marks.
You murmur his name, and you feel the twitch in his pants start to grow behind you, his hand around your breast tightening once more for a rough squeeze before trailing back down to your pants, sliding his gloved fingers beneath the fabric and pushing aside your panties before swiping a finger across your slickening folds. The wet sounds that echo off the closet walls make you whine, embarrassment and pleasure flooding through your veins at the sound of your arousal.
"Don't be shy Liebe, I've wanted this too."
Medic growls against the skin of your throat, his gloved fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit while relishing in the small noises that escape you and the quivers of your body. You swallow shakily, letting a particularly large moan tumble past your lips when Medic pushes two fingers into the depths of your wet heat, the texture of his gloves and thickness of his fingers making your brain short circuit. He curls his fingers deep inside you and keeps his thumb on your clit, the stimulation making your knees grow weak and pathetic whines exude from your throat. At a particular brush against your sweet spot, a loud moan escapes past your lips. Medic curves his fingers deeper into you, thrust his fingers knuckle deep into you and eliciting a louder moan from your lips. When you part your lips to make more noise, Medics hand around your jaw shifts, the doctor forcefully shoving his fingers into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue.
"Ich hätte nicht erwartet, dass du so laut bist."
He murmurs into your ear, withdrawing his fingers from your cunt and grinning wickedly when you whine from the loss of stimulation. Bastard. Though your whining comes to an end when you feel him yank down your pants and undoing his just as swiftly, shuddering as you feel his cock brush against your skin. Medic shoves his fingers deeper into your mouth, causing you to gag on the latex of his gloves while he pushes your head back against his shoulder. The doctor loops his other arm under your knee, forcing your thigh to press against your chest to give him easy access to your weeping core. He guides his cock to align with you dripping cunt, rubbing himself through your folds to create a makeshift lube before plunging deep into you, ignoring the gagged moan that drips from your lips at the burn and stretch of him within you.
Medic doesn't let you adjust, needlessly and roughly thrusting up into you and letting out faint pleasurable grunts while pressing down harder on your tongue with his fingers, not caring that some of the blood from his gloves is smearing onto your lips and your tongue, the copperish-iron taste making you gag further. Your body convulses beneath the doctor as he doesn't relent in his pace, the piston of his hips making you hiccup and stutter over your already barely formed words. Medic bites down on your neck again, sucking what you know is going to be a deep hickey later into your skin. At the sound of your muffled moans, Medic chuckles his usual dark chuckle into the skin of your throat, his grunts morphing into deep moans.
"So tight Schatz, I should've done this sooner."
The man grunts, a piece of his usually slicked back hair falling from its hold and brushing against the lens of his glasses. His thrusts start to stutter, turning his body and pushing you up against the wall of the closet to pound into you harder without abandon. The new pace and angle makes you weak in the knees, bracing yourself up against the wall as you moan and whimper while drooling over his fingers. Through the flutter of your walls, he knows your close, shifting his hold under your knee to position his fingers perfectly over your clit, rubbing harsh circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.
With the stimulation you feel the heated band growing in your belly snap, your hold against the wall becoming weak as you cum and squeeze him like a vice, the pressure pushing him over the edge too, making him paint the inside of your cunt with all he has. Medic thrusts harshly a few more times while nipping at you neck as the two of you come down from your highs.
Medic pulls out of you with a strangled grunt, withdrawing his fingers from your mouth and patting your cheek with a small chuckle as he helps you back into your pants, the sentiment coming off as odd but endearing all the same.
"You failed!"
Fuck. The Administrators voice rings out through the whole area of Teufort, signalling your loss against your mirror team. You turn to Medic and grimace, the two do you are definitely getting interrogated on where you were instead of helping. Surely you can come up with something convincing, right?
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first request!!! i hope i did medic justice he was my og crush when my brother introduced me to tf2
how dare you hit me with these feel!? ): don’t get me wrong, i like this but the feels, man!
After the Comic Series ends…
Give me a Sniper who can’t focus and needs a second to catch his breath, after he spots an enemy sniper reloading between shots.
Give me a Medic who refuses to stand behind anyone, in case they turn around with a gun and a crazed grin.
Give me a Pauling who apologizes almost frantically and profusely after any minor inconvenience.
Give me a Scout that jumps and dissociates at the sight of robotics or androids, and has trouble being near Engie’s mechanical arm.
Give me a Demoman who will wake up in a cold sweat, then go around knocking on everyone’s doors to make sure all are accounted for.
Give me a Spy who’s hands start to tremble and shake, whenever Scout comes back to base with even a speck of blood on his shirt, before snapping at him to go wash his shirt.
Give me a Heavy who almost collapses in a blind panic when he sees someone, anyone go down, and he’s not close enough to stop it.
Give me a Pyro that hugs his teammates a bit longer and tighter than usual.
Give me a Soldier who becomes frantic and paranoid when one of his men is late for roll call.
Give me a Zhanna who stares at her stump for hours at a time, dead silent and eyes blank before Soldier calls her over, and she’s back with her badass prosthetic on.
And give me an Engineer who can’t look his team-mates in the eye. Not even the ones at his height.
i wish i could infinitely regenerate my body parts so i could explode into viscera for dramatic effect whenever something mildly upsetting occurs
dont know if i should put one but slight gore warning
pyro is my favorite mercenary because i SUCK at drawing human faces
shoutout to oomf for telling me to draw scout as the guy in the background btw
i demand more of them. i say, as i stand in an empty coloseum, looking down at my two muses.
Image Description: Postal Dude 2 holding hands and leaning against Sniper from Team Fortress 2. (End of ID).
also srry 4 the low quality. Microsoft paint is a microsoft pain. heh. erh... yeah.
Hhhh.... I DID IT!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here's Pissper!!1!
His Playlist: Pissper
A few details:
- Last name is Dunne, but no one really knows his full name. - Moves unpredictably: Sometimes, you wouldn't know if he'd crash into something or abruptly stop, or if he'd turn slowly or almost break his neck. - silly fella - Uses gestures a lot. He gestures things he forgets the name of. - Generally, doesn't talk much. When he does, it doesn't really make sense?? He'll use a lot of metaphors and references when he speaks, and you'll never really guess what he means. (When I say metaphors, I mean he's comparing two unlike things, not that he's using any fancy words. He'll call a knife a sword, he'll call a plane a bird, he'll call candy sugar.)
(Note, if you wanna ask him questions, please submit some. BE WARNED I MIGHT NOT GET TO IT VERY FAST!!!! BUT I WOULD STILL LIKE MORE ASKS PLS)
Hey gaaannnggg I been drawling a lot lately, just wanted 2 shar 2 ofe them :3
So like…. Eurgrhhmm…. I’m imagining a spy and soldier thing, like… ehehehe- a watch, and ermmm … so soldier gave spy a watch, and hidden in the rim on an engraving is text that reads,
„A soldier waits for his command, wrapped around the elegant finger of his commander.“
AND IM LIKE FRESKING OUT LIIKE EERRRRMMMMM THAT‘S ROLY CYUTE ME THINKS!!!!!!!!!!
GUYS OK SO BIG TF2 DUMP ABOUT MY BLU TEAM‼️‼️
(WARNING: Subject to change)
- Soldier: torn up and clumsy, always getting into accidents, more reasonable and stable compared to RED Soldier. Besties with RED Demo.
- Scout: Surprisingly, one of the more skilled in BLU. Grew up in a crime-filled neighborhood. Snarky and serious, but can mess around.
- Medic: ACTUALLY insane. Battle medic and heals… sometimes… WILL experiment on the battlefield, no matter who or what it is.
- Demo: Much less drunk compared to RED Demo. Chillest on the team, basically the team leader. Smokes FACTORIES since he started working at BLU. Has both his eyes, but just can’t see very well out of his left one.
- Engineer: keeps to himself. WAY too paranoid. Panics and gets defensive at any affection given to him. Somewhat trusts Demo, but no one else.
- Spy: Very skilled, but too clumsy to execute anything properly. Frustrated ALL the time, but tries not to let his temper get the best of him. Actually really friendly, but is in a bad mood a lot.
- Heavy: Keeps to himself. Thinks all the others — besides scout and demo — are strange. does not make an effort to interact. Does all the cooking and cleaning. (no one else can do it) he’s had a run-in with spy a few times, and they’re friends, not necessarily close.
- Sniper: Second most social. Is a really cool guy, and him and Demo are buddies. Goes to outings often, has a problem with staying in the base for too long. Flirty just for fun.
- Pyro: STICKERS, STICKERS EVERYWHERE!!!!! STICKERS, FIRE, snack, REPEAT. Vandalizes every second of every day. Cares little for battle. Is good friends with Scout.
The Sniper from Team Fortress 2 - Aluminum Foil Sculpture
Female Team Fortress 2 Classes Were Almost Official
Valve artist Drew Wolf has released a new website, which contains a variety of concept artwork from Valve games such as Dota 2 and Team Fortress 2. One of these sets of concept art found on his website were numerous designs for female TF2 classes.
An internal pitch project aimed to bring female characters to the cast of Team Fortress 2.
I was responsible for story, character development and visual design. With the exception of their class function, It was important that each design presented an entirely new character. I wanted to these characters to live on their own and add dimension to the current roster of in-game characters. The goal of the project was to dive deep into possibilities and facilitate creative discussion.
Source: Team Fortress 2: Alternate Characters by Drew Wolf Art
