#spy tf2 x reader

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Support class dick hc, kinks + How they fuck

Cw: knives, rough sex, blood

Sniper

•Dick: I’d say about 6, 6 1/2 inches if I’m being generous here. Definitely not thin, it’s got some girth to it that’s for sure. He never ever clean shaves he thinks it looks weird (he’s not wrong) so he’ll definitely just trim up a little or maybe not at all. Wild man moment. Plus, he kinda loves the scruffy look he has going on. I know everyone says he’s uncircumcised and i definitely agree with that. Tip is not red but definitely a deep pink, it’s cute. Two visible veins, one on the top of his shaft and one underneath it. So he’s very very sensitive.

•How he fucks: Rough. He likes to be fucked hard and to fuck hard. His favorite position to see you in is definitely mating press or doggy style (with a knife to your throat) he loves to see your face contort with pleasure and fear. He’s very vocal i mean haven’t you heard his voice lines. Come on. He loves telling you how great of a fuck toy you can be when you aren’t being a cunt or a teasing slut. He doesn’t have a favorite place to cum really.. Whenever he gets his rocks off is where it stays so.

•Kinks

Praise: definitely, but backhanded praise “look at you, good little slut.” Stuff like that you know?

Predator vs prey play: I know this is so basic but oh my goodness he LOVE LOVE LOVEEEESSS to chase you down and just fuck your brains out if your skull. Like I said, he likes it rough. (Me next)

Knife play: Ofc this is one of them. That mf is a literal animal. He just likes the power trip tbh. Having your life in his very hands, though he’d never do anything to ever hurt it.. it’s hot to watch your fearful eyes and if you enjoy it just as much as he does, you’re in for a ride of dirty talk and rough hard sex.

Public sex: touching you while in public. Something about it. Maybe it’s bc he likes to tease and see how long you can last without gripping his arm while shaking and begging to cum or maybe it’s because nobody around you can (probably) tell how good he’s pleasing you, and how they’ll never get a chance to touch a wonderful lady like you the way he does. Who knows

BREEDING: Though he is scared to have kids and will take every procedure to make sure you won’t get pregnant, he still loves to just cum inside of you all day, everyday. (Same sniper.)

Stepping: he probably likes to be stepped on. He’ll buy you beautiful, expensive heels just so you can step on him or press against his hard cock. (Meow.)

Spy

•Dick: solid 5 1/2, it’s not too thin but not exactly thick.. it stretches you very very nicely that is for sure. He trims it constantly. He is never out of order, he takes too much pride in himself to let it grow out like that wretched bushman. Uncircumcised, his dick skin is like.. oddly soft and velvety. One small vein on the side of his cock, it’s nice. Tip, I’d say, is a light cute pink.

•How he fucks: He either makes love for a long time or he plows you hard. Usually both. He rides the fine line very well. While he goes at it soft and caring, he teases you a lot. Vibrators, toys, his finger, his mouth. He just likes to tease you a lot.. but once he slips in, its game over for him. He can’t help it. He has to fuck you like an animal in heat.

•Kinks

Lingerie for sure. He loves to either buy them for you to give you his card to buy yourself some and then surprise him with it! (Will probably write a fic based off this)

Spanking or brat taming: He will absolutely wreck your ass if you talk back to flirt with ANYONE. He will spank you so hard you’ll become a babbling mess.

Body worship: Giving or receiving, he loves to tease you by kissing down your gorgeous body and leave small bites all over you. Nipping, kissing, nipping, kissing. You know. Backhanded kisses

Medic

•Dick: He’s German and from my experience, they’re packing serious heat. 7 inches hard. Argue with the wall because I will not listen. Tummy bulge will happen so be prepared. Much like spy he keeps himself in check, trims every couple of days. Circumcised, dark pink with a red hue tip. It’s sensitive as hell. No visible veins until he gets to fucking, then they all start popping out. Thick. Hard stretch that’s for sure.

•How he fucks: They all fuck hard but him.. dear lord. Pray and buckle up because he will bruise your cervix. He pounds. He doesn’t even fuck, HE SLAMS. bed? broken, operating table? broken, desk? Broken twice. He loves to just fuck you into a mindless mess. That’s all

•Kinks

Roleplay: He loves to roleplay anything really. Nurse and doctor, doctor and patient, boss and intern, things like that.

Knife play: scalpels are going to be pressed against your skin.. which leads me to my next kink hc

Blood kink: Licks the blood off of your wounds or the small cuts he marks your body with. If you have a period, best believe he will be begging to fuck you on it

“Meine Liebe! It feels so much better when you’re on your period, it also relieves cramps too!”

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[the-laughing-lunatic]

All 9 mercs w/ a reader who got them flowers! (PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC)

(I recently got to 20 followers on this blog! :D I wanted to do a little something to celebrate that, so I grinded and wrote headcanons for all nine of the mercs. It, uh, took a while so I hope you enjoy!)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

☆Scout - Daisies☆

Legitimately starts tearing up

Tries to blame it on the flowers

“I ain’t cryin’ I- I’m just allergic to flowers.”

“Oh, sorry, I could just return them then—”

“What? You’d hafta take ‘em out of my dead hands, I’m keepin’ em.”

Isn’t a huge flower guy but the fact you went out of your way to get them for him makes him feel all warm inside

Reminds him of when his mom would pick flowers to give to him after his Little League games

☆Soldier - Poppies☆

Would aggressively compliment you

“THESE ARE DAMN BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS MAGGOT!! I FEEL IMMENSELY LOVED AND APPRECIATED!!!”

Seriously though, he does

Since he was never allowed in the military he always felt jealous of the soldiers who got special flowers

But he wasn’t now, because you respected him

And if you did, that was enough

☆Pyro - Sunflowers☆

ABSOLUTELY LOVES THEM

Well, you can’t hear what they’re saying but the flappy hands and excited noises give you a decent idea

Will just spend hours holding them in their hands and looking at the flowers like they’re the most beautiful thing in the world

Draws sunflowers in all their drawings now

If they accidentally burned them they would get so sad and give you flowers back as a form of apology

Make flower crowns with them. Do it. 

☆Demoman - Bluebells☆

Like most of the mercs, he’s never gotten flowers before 

And he has no clue how to take care of them

“Thank ye, but, would ye consider showin’ me how to take care of them?”

Help this man out

Please

He would probably put them just on a table with no vase or water without you

Y’all would put the flowers in an empty bottle of scrumpy <3

☆Heavy - Violas☆

“Little merc has present for Heavy?” 

Surprised, but not so much as Sniper

Honestly the most chill about it out of all the mercs

He has sisters so he knows how to take care of flowers but he’s never been the one to receive them

Would press the flowers once the start to wilt and make bookmarks so he can keep them forever (sap)

And if he’s more protective of you during matches, who's to say the reason why?

☆Engineer - Bluebonnets☆

He sticks to the practical side of things, so when you give him a bouquet of flowers he’s utterly perplexed

He’s flattered of course, and thanks you greatly for the gift because he’s a Texas boy raised with manners

But he’s not used to pretty things and…doesn’t quite know what to do with them

He puts them in a vase with water but he finds himself stopping his work to look at them

They didn’t solve a problem, they didn’t hold a purpose yet people–including him now–seemed to love them

Eventually gives up trying to find a reason for it and just accepts it as they’re just pretty

Even though solving questions like “what is beauty” was never his forte, he’d somehow found an answer for it

And it was…well, you.

(He’d also 100% make you a flower out of scrap metal for you bc he’s a gentleman)

☆Medic - Cornflowers/Drosera Spatulata Sundew☆

There’s two flowers that he’d like

Cornflowers are one of his favorites, specifically the white ones (they remind him of Archimedes)

Not just because they are national flowers of Germany, but he also appreciates their medicinal properties

But if you somehow got your hands on a Drosera Spatulata Sundew he’d be pocketing you for months afterwards

Is absolutely fascinated with carnivorous plants and you get him carnivorous flowers???

The most romantic (or just super cool if platonic) thing in the world to him

Isn’t a botanist but he’ll be in the medbay all the time now just observing it and its reactions

He’s not sleeping for a while

He’d try to create a serum for whatever flowers you got him so they’d stay as beautiful as they are forever :)

☆Sniper - Wildflowers☆

No one has ever gotten him flowers before so when you show up at his camper van with hand picked flowers wrapped in twine he’s surprised, to say the least

Finds it interesting how he walked past those same flowers everyday and never cared

But when you gave them to him they felt…special.

Awkwardly mumbles a ‘thanks mate’ to you

Keeps them in an (UNUSED I REPEAT UNUSED) jar in his van

Smiles everytime he sees them

☆Spy - Roses☆

We all know this man is an old-fashioned lover boy so ofc he loves roses

But he’s never on the receiving end of them

So none are ever good enough for his high standards

“Eugh, where did you buy these, the gas station?”

Similar to Scout that if you say you could return them he’d absolutely refuse

Secretly thinks it’s really sweet 

Doesn’t act any differently towards you afterwards when he’s with you

But you find multiple bouquets of roses in your room and a note that says “if you ever consider buying me flowers again, buy roses from these boutiques instead of the trash you had before.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

(Putting in all the tags is another reason why I don't normally do all nine of them holy shit)

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[flung-from-the-mulch]

Haiii can you do any mercs of choice with a goth s/o whos a vampire 💥💥💥

SWEETIE PIE IF YOU GIVE ME A CHOICE I WILL CHOOSE THE MOST LOSERFAIL BOYS EVER <3

quick warning, reader is assumed to wear tradgoth makeup so. there's that lmao

also sorry if this is formatted weird i'm writing on a slightly broken laptop and i just got enough to afford a new one asldkjfdskljfsdjfl

Heavy

-well. that's new.

-at first he thought you were like medic in a weird way, and that you just really liked drinking blood for some reason.

-and then he realized that it wasn't out of liking the taste.

-it was out of a need to live.

-he had to sort of get used to the fact that you see him as prey almost, since you feed on what keeps him alive. his hesitation doesn't last long though.

-the most likely out of the mercs to offer his blood to you if you're feeling particularly hungry one day & don't want to bother medic about getting a blood bag.

-he loves it when you leave black lipstick smeared on his neck from a bite, he parades around like a total manwhore. "leetle man is jealous he does not have vampire to kiss <3"

Sniper

-he needs a minute.

-see, sniper's always been the hunter. he's always been the predator, stalking his prey, and striking them down effortlessly. he's never really... been the one being hunted before. it's a new experience and he's not sure he likes it.

-probably goes off into the bush for a week or so to collect his thoughts on everything. he thinks best when he's out in the wild.

-when he comes back, he's fairly chill about it. he's come to terms with the fact that it's just a part of your life, and that you won't hurt him.

-he's not super fond of the idea of you drinking his blood, but if push comes to shove, he will reluctantly bare his neck for you.

-not the type to parade around makeup smears you leave behind. not because he's embarrassed of YOU, but because he hates it when Scout annoys him about it.

Spy

-"oui, i know."

-he probably knew from the start tbh. there is no keeping secrets from this man.

-a total priss about you drinking blood though, especially his.

-"non! get your filthy mouth away from me!" cue him swatting at you with a newspaper.

-he'll let you feed from him, but only in private and on nights he's feeling generous.

-probably acts like a total baby afterwards. "amor, would you fetch me water?"

"...spy, your legs still work. get it yourself."

"non, you drained me of blood. you get it."

#tf2 x reader #heavy tf2 x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #heavy x reader #sniper tf2 x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #sniper x reader #spy tf2 x reader #tf2 spy x reader #spy x reader #spy the type to make gay little noises when u bite him. weak ass. bro gets stabbed and has no reaction but as soon as you bite him...

[theonemeathead]

Spy x Reader, "Je T'aime"

pls forgive me, i dont speak french. spy x reader fluff :3 no tws, tried to keep it gender neutral. enjoy!

Dinnertime on base was always unpredictable. Getting everyone to stay in one place was a challenge enough on its own, but getting everyone in one place to sit down and enjoy each others' presence for half an hour? Now that was nearly impossible; Keyword nearly.

It was Engineer's turn to cook tonight, which was always a pleasure. Even Sniper lurked around whenever the Texan was in the kitchen. He had a tendency to make hearty, filling foods and you can't go wrong with a good ol' fashioned steak dinner. This was the first time in months all of you were in one place, bodies starved after a relentless fight on the battlefield. All of you, but a certain Frenchman.

You see, Spy had an expensive palate...or that's what he called it. You would call it being picky. Spy tended to think highly of himself, albeit a bit conceded at times, especially when it came to cuisine. Why would he soil his 'temple of a body' with fatty, grease-filled American food? As if fancy imported wine and cigarettes were any better. But, sometimes he did make an appearance, sparing chatter here and there.

It was a known fact that whenever he 'graced the team with his presence', it was because you had asked for him, specifically. Even if he hated to admit it, he had a certain soft spot for you in that shriveled heart of his. And no matter how hard he tried to deny it, how hard he tried to twist that adoration into hate, it always crept back, even stronger than before. He was forever thankful that his balaclava hid enough of his face to seal away the light flush that seemed to permeate his cheeks whenever you were around.

Oh, but it pissed him off to no end, the affect you had on him. He was a heartbreaker! He was supposed to be the charmer, not the one being charmed! How dare you make someone as esteemed as him fantasize about you? How dare you make him oggle at you, desire you in such a way it would make the Devil blush?

So, when you had asked—No, begged—Spy to join the table tonight, how could he possibly resist? Now, here he was, wishing to be anywhere but eating dinner with his half-wit colleagues. He prodded his fork at the roasted potatoes, sliding the root vegetable around the plate in a pool of oil and butter. His stomach churned at the idea of digesting something so processed. You, however, were the opposite. You were cheery, thankful to be consuming something so warm and flavorful. You had began conversing with the Engineer, praising his skills in the kitchen. A seed of jealousy had began rooting itself in Spy's stomach. You never praised him when it was his turn to cook. He envied the Texan and the attention he seemed to be getting from you.

And then it happened.

"Aw, shucks, darlin'. Maybe you could come on back to the workshop with me and I could teach you a thing or two about cookin'."

The fork that was once in Spy's hand had clattered to the ground. The chilling sound of the metal hitting the linoleum floor rang loud enough to silence whatever conversations were occurring between anyone else at the table. Spy's fists tightened into a ball, trembling slightly as he tried to compose himself. There was an obvious tension in the air, something you were sure you all could feel. Spy stood up, adjusting the collar of his suit slightly before clearing his throat. That seed of jealousy had blossomed into something vile, something ugly. Why didn't you praise him like that? Why didn't you blush and giggle when he spoke to you? What was so much better about that damn toymaker?

"If you'll excuse me," he broke the silence, almost softly, his accent thicker than usual. His footsteps receeded, heels clicking as he grew distant. Glances quietly exchanged amongst yourselves. You all knew Spy to be moody, almost angsty, at times, but not once had he ever acted out like this before. You took the napkin, wiping your mouth and standing up to follow him.

"I'll go check on him," your words came out muffled, still chewing on a piece of chewy meat. You scrambled to your feet, taking off after the grumpy espineer. You assumed he had returned to his smoking room, an offshoot area where he went to clear his thoughts. The red, mahogany doors were a stark contrast to the rest of the metallic facility. Base sure didn't look as homey as it felt, sometimes. Timidly, you raised your fist... yet, you still hesitated. Maybe it was best to leave him be? Nah, that wasn't like you.

Taking a deep breath, you rapped your knuckles against the door. A pause. Persistent, you decided to continue, pushing the door open. The creaking of the worn-down screws rang out as the only noise, followed by the sound of your feet padding against the floorboards. You had never actually been inside of Spy's smoking room, but you'd caught glimpses before. Now, here you were. You were met with a rather cinematic scene; two royal red plush armchairs sat facing a crackling fireplace, a glass of rum on the rocks sweating onto a cork coaster atop a tiny side table, an expensive looking ceramic ashtray, and a French magazine, neighboring it. You knew Spy prided himself on this room, the entirety of it. He had forced Miss Pauling's hand into making sure it was implemented, after all.

You couldn't see the Frenchman himself, but you could see a cloud of smoke beginning to perfume the air around one of the expensive seats. You approached, eyes trailing as the grey smoke contortioned itself amidst the atmosphere. As you neared, you noticed a piece of fabric neatly draped across one of the armrests. It didn't occur to you it was his silk balaclava until you got close enough that the smell of his expensive cherry cigarettes began to fuzz your brain. Everything about Spy screamed luxurious, even the scent of his imported tobacco.

"I did not say you could come in." You froze. It was ignorant to assume he wasn't aware of your presence, he was trained to do this sort of thing. This was a bad idea, you thought. Every instinct you had was telling you to run. You were intruding. Spy was in his safe space, unmasked, with his back turned to you. Even for as long as you'd known Spy, you'd never seen his face. You never even dared to ask, in fear it would scare him off. You knew how he was quick to flee if he felt threatened.

"Spy, I—"

"If you were anyone else, I'd have already sent you back to Respawn."

You trembled slightly. You knew he wasn't joking, Spy didn't joke. Although given the gift of being able to come back from the dead, it didn't change the fact that it hurt, or the panic that arises when you're in that in between zone of not-quite-dead, not-quite-alive. No matter how many times you'd respawned, it was still a less than ideal fate. The shuffling of fabric made your eyes widen. Suddenly, you were no longer talking to the back of a fancy lounge, but you were face-to-face with a stranger now.

But, he wasn't a stranger. He talked like Spy, he sounded like Spy, he was Spy. Your mouth hung agape, slightly. He was still wearing that damn suit and tie, there was never a day that passed that he wasn't dressed to the nines. His hair was a dark shade of brown, almost black, and lazily slicked back. Grey began to sprout from his roots, trailing back and sprinkling into his wavy hair. He looked much older without the mask, faint smile lines and forehead wrinkles present. His eyes drooped ever so slightly, soft purple bags hung under them. His cheekbones were high and defined, his scowl taking a seemingly permanent residence on his face. And although he was clean shaven, he still had the faintest hint of a 5 o'clock shadow.

"Sacre bleu, I wish I knew how to hate you. You make my job substantially harder, and you don't even do anything!" He huffed, taking another drag from his cigarette. He looked down his nose at you, running a gloved hand through his hair. "You don't even do anything, and it drives me crazy, chérie."

You stood, silent. He shook his head, clearly annoyed by how he felt about you. You were a distraction, a constant fog in his mind. Hadn't he already learned his lesson 23 years ago to never fall in love? It always ends up bad for him, he always ended up getting cold feet, he always ended up leaving. He couldn't do that to you, he couldn't hurt you.

"I'm afraid I don't quite understand, Spy. I thought we were friends?" His expression dropped. 'Friends'? Why would you ever befriend someone like him, a two-timing, backstabbing snake? He sighed, his shoulders dropping as his cold blue eyes met yours. Here he was, his heart on his sleeve, for you; Only for you.

"That is the problem! We are friends! Just friends! Nothing more." He paused, huffing as he scanned your features. "I have spent many lonely nights, dreaming of you, mon cœur. Wishing you were next to me, wishing for nothing more than to feel your beating heart next to mine. I may regret saying this, but je t'aime."

Your jaw went slack, falling open at his words. He walked away, now standing, disheveled, over his mini bar, pouring himself yet another glass of liquor. You saddled up behind him, hearing him mutter various swears in that romantic language you never seemed to understand. Unsure what to do, you placed a small hand on his bicep, squeezing reassuringly. Spy stopped in his tracks. Although you'd been on base for a few years now, not once had you reached out and touched him. He felt something he hadn't felt in decades, something boyish and unfamiliar. A small red dusted across his pale cheeks, running across the bridge of his nose. He hesitated to look down at you, afraid he wouldn't be able to keep himself steady if he met your gaze.

"I love you too, Spy."

You were immediately enveloped in a tight embrace. For so long, he had wanted to hold you, to feel your warm, soft skin against his. He had to crouch slightly, his knees popping as he buried his scraggy face into the crook of your neck. The scent of cologne and aftershave was strong, coupled with that slight cherry scent yet again. Hesitantly, you hooked your arms around him. You were nervous, afraid to ruin or tarnish his expensive pin-striped suit. The last thing you wanted was to sent him into a tizzy about his attire. When Spy had pulled away, he stood up straight and fixed his tie. He cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed by his lack of composure.

"Pardon me for how I stormed off earlier. I suppose I couldn't bear to see how that illiterate laborer flirted with you."

"You were jealous of Engineer?"

"...Moving along. Shall we return to the table, mon amour?" He held his arm out for you to latch yourself around. Always such a gentleman.

"We shall."

#tf2 x reader #tf2 spy #spy tf2 #tf2 spy x reader #spy tf2 x reader #tf2 #team fortress two #tf2 fandom

[chrisredfield73]

Hello! Im super glad i found someone with tf2 requests open, yippee!! Could i please request a Spy x reader where the reader has insecurities about dating cause they feel like they’ll be too attached and scare away their crush (this one being Spy)? I think having Spy, a man usually seen as reluctant to get too close to someone can pair well with someone who gets attached too easily and is scared of scaring their crush away.

Have a nice day!!

A/N: Cocky French man finds absolutely adorable and shy reader. I love this so much, thank you for requesting! I'm also sorry for the long wait, I had to take my mid-term exams!

This was also wrote with 2Fort in mind soooo.

Insert Spy singing Cupid here.

Rough French translations here. (I don't know French, feel free to correct me.)

mon ami/amie- My friend

belle/beau- beautiful/handsome

Je sais que tu m'aimes bien, petit lapin/lapine- I know you like me, little bunny.

mon amour- my love

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You sit in the lounge in the Red/Blu base, chewing at your fingernails. You've been thinking about a certain man, someone so unmistakable.. That certain man is Spy. He’s so mysterious and cocky, something you find so enticing. You can’t help but fear what would happen though. What would happen if he found out you like him? What would happen if you confessed and he didn’t feel the same way? That would, undoubtedly, ruin your friendship. You didn’t want to scare the man off or weird him out, it would be so awkward and heartbreaking.

Your overthinking eats at your mind, plaguing it with thoughts of self-doubt and many, many insecurities. You snap out of your thoughts when Spy enters the room. A pit of dread enters your stomach. You want to confess, you want to tell him how you feel about him but you’re scared of the worst things that could happen. 

Spy, on the other hand, knows that you like him. It’s a bit obvious by the way you follow him around like a puppy on a leash. He thinks it’s utterly adorable, so he acts oblivious. He doesn’t want to scare you off by telling you that he knows you like him. He can’t help but smirk to himself when he sees you, speaking in that husky tone, “Hello, mon ami/amie.” He notices the blush spread across your face, the way you nervously shift in your seat.. He loves it. 

It took him a long while to get to the point of getting close to you. He’s still not very open about himself, but he at least sits next to you and communicates with you fairly often. He’s a very untrusting man, mostly due to the line of mercenary work. He doesn’t let himself get attached to others but you’re special. You’re completely unaware that he actually enjoys your company since he plays it off as being bored of the others.

“Hey, Spy.” You say meekly, staring up at the Frenchman in front of you. He lets out a low hum as he takes a drag off his cigarette. He sits down not too far from you but doesn’t say anything. You’re too meek to look up at him, but he’s staring right at you. Little do you know, he’s waiting for your confession. “Do you have something to say, belle/beau?” You look up at him and quickly shake your head, but he knows.. He gets up, walking closer to you. He leans down and whispers, “Je sais que tu m'aimes bien, petit lapin/lapine.” 

He knows. Oh god, he knows. You panic, not knowing what to say. Is this going to ruin the friendship you guys have? Does he like you too? In reality, you couldn’t help but be attached nearly by the hip to this charming man. You slowly nod, deciding to be truthful. He smirks and whispers into your ear, “Don’t be afraid, mon amour.. I feel the same way.” With that, he presses a kiss to your temple before pulling away and walking out of the room.

You’re completely flustered. None of the other mercs saw it, thankfully. Did that just happen…? Maybe the Spy isn’t so keen on distancing himself from you as you thought..

#tf2 x reader #tf2 spy #spy tf2 #tf2 spy x reader #spy tf2 x reader #spy x reader #spy team fortress 2 #tf2 #team fortress 2 #requests open

[princessvomitiloveyou]

Sniper, Medic and Spy TF2 pegging headcanons!!

Warnings: Not much!! Gender neutral reader, (no genitals are described!!) loving smut/fluff and pegging ofc!!

Notes: Wanted to write this for myself since there’s barely anything on pegging with them (and I love pegging old men) I will do the other mercs for myself too some time!!

Sniper:

He’s like

Really hesitant to try at first

I mean he literally never done anything like it before

You just gotta give him a lot of reassurance

Being a assassin wasn’t anything compared to this

Once he knows that you wouldn’t do anything he’s not comfortable with, he finally tries it

You both usually do it in a missionary position (you’re on top)

You make sure to prep him up before you start and when you first go inside, Sniper’s body tenses up immediately

He’ll definitely cling onto you as you go on and you hug him back too

He will groan a lot so prepare for a loud night

If you kiss anywhere on his face (specifically his cheek or forehead) he will go insane (in a good way :3)

Because of that, the harness is practically gonna be twisted up (somehow) so make sure you adjust it properly

If he’s wearing his hat, it’s gonna be flying off

Aftercare!! Really important, especially after the carnal feelings. Make him to get some water and cuddle with him after!! He’ll be embarrassed but he’ll lean in it!!

Medic:

He’s gonna giggle

A lot

(After a full minute of laughing) “Zo…vou vant to peg me, ja?”

He would definitely wanna be penetrated by a medical themed strap-on (do NOT ask, you will be horrified)

So after you adjust the harness and got everything ready, Medic straddles you

He will be riding that thing into oblivion so be aware that you’ll have to fix it after

He wraps his arms around your neck usually as he rants about some facts about the human body (he literally goes: 🤓☝️and tries to make it sound interesting. I mean, which it is)

While you’re patting his back, he’ll be like “Did vou know zat-“ and go on about something you never knew before

It’s kind of endearing!

Kind of.

Because after like 14 minutes of pegging your boyfriend, all you’re gonna hear is his ranting and nothing else

So you can be having the time of your life but Medic is still going on about how much the human body can handle

Mind you, he says a good amount of this in German so you genuinely have no idea what’s going on

Regardless, Medic does actually like it and definitely wants to try it out more with you!!

Spy:

If anything, he’ll be the one leading you

He’s been pegged before by his past lovers (who were NOT good for him) so he definitely knows what he’s in store for

He will be strict on your first time however, but it’s out of habit if anything else

He just doesn’t want you to think you’re hurting him (and also because he doesn’t want his ass sore but that never really happened to him)

He’ll definitely call you a lot of French terms of endearment so pull out your translator

(He will translate for you if necessary)

He likes to hold you close (and so do you) and he loves running his fingers through your hair. It comforts him a bunch

He may grumble or mutter a bit but he’ll actually praise and compliment you the more you do it

If he notices the harness is messed up, he’ll help fix it for you

He pretty much knows all of the proper precautions to make both you and him feel at bliss

When you two are finished, Spy likes to tell you that you’re so much better then the past lovers he had (because you treat him a lot better)

That’s all!! ( ＾∀＾)

#TF2 #Team Fortress Two #Spy TF2 #Sniper TF2 #Medic TF2 #Medic TF2 x Reader #Spy TF2 x Reader #Sniper TF2 x Reader #princessvomitwrites

[thisfanisgonesorry]

Feel free to ignore this request/ Would you write spy x reader having casual sex with him verbally teasing her because of the age gap and her daddy kink 🤧

i am so fucking sorry that it took me so long but i also had NO idea how to start it, to make up for that fact, its rlly fucking long. im not really happy with it but i feel bad if i keep this in drafts any longer. its mostly rlly sweet so i hope it has enough teasing for you. heavily inspired by my heart belongs to daddy + some other songs similar to that. (btw if a hookup kisses your forehead, hes a piece of shit, its only hot when dilfs do it), 

tags: smut duh, hes daddy lol so,, hookup/one night stand. age gap obviously. lightly lolita inspired so its up for interpretation if this is a felony or not. ur getting seduced because,, obviously, maybe a virgin? maybe not? kind of implied ur just inexperienced compared to him, unhappy ending oops, soft sex but he gets a little aggro, panty snatcher 9000

tbh hes hard to write dialogue for but i <3 him. (also i wrote enough dialogue for a part 2 except my brain stopped working so i had to cut it short) (beta didnt read all of it so hopefully its okay)

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“You have to admit, it’s a little exciting, no?”

“You could say that.” I grinned anxiously as he held my chin to make me look up at him.

“Not a soul can know about this, ma cherie.” He said, lightly kissing my lips. I leaned softly into his touch as he spoke. “I hope you understand.”

And deep down, it was beyond easy to tell that he meant that in more than one way, almost like he had a handful of reasons to not speak about this, for no one to find out. He could spoon feed any excuse to keep this hush hush.

“Yeah, I know.” I swallowed thickly. “You’re very handsome.” 

“And you are very beautiful.” He smiled.

“Thank you.” I reached up to touch his face, though hesitated because of his mask.

“Go on.” He whispered.

He took my hand in his and placed it against his cheek, the fabric was soft and well cared for, his jawline felt sharp under the touch and I could only imagine what he properly looked like without the damn thing on. The soft fabric enticed me to stroke his cheek softly which he, after a few seconds of processing, leaned into with a soft hum, clearly interested by how much I was mesmerised by such a simple item. The way we paused for this one moment of tenderness.

“Can I take it off?”

“No.” He said somewhat sternly before softening, he stayed in thought momentarily.

My hand left his face, meeting on his shoulders and both hands trailing down the front of his suit, feeling the expensive fabric under my touch. I nodded softly in understanding, though he could sense the disappointment.

“Maybe another time, ma cherie, right now, this is for both of our safety.” His eyebrows knitted together, and it was clear to tell that he wasn’t happy about it either though, admittedly, the idea of there being another time in the future was almost exciting enough to make up for it.

“No, I understand.” I spoke, not telling the entire truth and it was somewhat evident in my voice that it was, in fact, not okay.

“I want this to be wonderful, my dear. Please don’t be upset.”

I looked around his fancy hotel room, not booked for me but it was still an honour to be invited here, the last hour and a half is a blur and all I’d rather focus on is the man over twice my age standing in front of me.

“This is wonderful.”

He smiled and wrapped his arms around my torso, pulling me close to him and taking us to a very fancy couch in the large hotel room with a faux fireplace. All we need now is a bearskin rug. We basically flopped onto the couch with little to no grace and I was almost fully prepared for whatever will come next.

A short laugh escaped both of us at the short tumble. He repositioned us to sit somewhat awkwardly with him hovering above me as he began to gently kiss and nip at my neck. I leaned against the armrest, the harsh wood pressing into my back.

“You are... heaven.” He spoke, unsure if he was using the right words as he continued to kiss my flesh softly, despite his hands being harshly digging into my hips. “You are perfection.” He whispered, trailing off slightly, losing himself in his thoughts.

“Y’think so?” I breathed.

“How does it feel to be with a man who wants you?” He lightly teased as his fingers slowly lingered off my hips and under the hem of my dress, bunching it up as his hands returned to their original place.

“It’s intoxicating.” I admitted, saying it almost too quickly.

“You are intoxicating.” He smugly smiled, pressing a strong kiss on my lips. “You like getting drunk on a man’s love.” He began to slowly analyse. God, he must be good at his job.

“Is it that obvious?”

“A little, but there’s nobody here but me and you in this big and safe room.”

I felt a little embarrassed by his comments, simply reaching up to unbutton his suit, pulling the tie loose and unbuttoning the white shirt. He shrugged off his jacket and threw it on a nearby chair, letting my hands take their sweet time on undressing him. The mask was bunched around his neck slightly, hanging somewhat loosely around his collarbones which was usually covered by the neckline of his suit.

“You just love feeling desired, don’t you?”

I stared up at him, his words bounced around in my brain like an infection as I continued to unbutton his shirt. “Yes.” I confessed, though he was already well aware.

“A beautiful girl like yourself deserves appreciation.” The way he said ‘girl’ slowly dripped off his tongue and floated in the air. He was mocking me.

“Thank you, daddy.” I acted boldly, dipping my toes in the water as I wrapped my arms loosely around him, his shirt now only halfway unbuttoned.

He froze, completely still, staring down at me with an unreadable face, and all he did for a few moments was stare with a slightly agape mouth before finally letting out a small laugh. 

“That.. was a surprise. You’re really into this. You’re not afraid at all.” He spoke somewhat calmly but with a sense of condescension in his words. We both leaned closer to each other, thoughts running wild.

“C’mon, Daddy.” My lips ghosted over his, my hands trailing down his torso again and landing on his hips, he took a sharp inhale and stared down at me with his half-lidded eyes and a now clenched jaw.

“Merde.” He cursed quietly. “Don’t.”

He quietly snaked his hand around my throat loosely, not applying any pressure but more as a blank threat to stop pushing him and to distance my face slightly away from his.

“I’ll stop.” I lied through my teeth and he furrowed his eyebrows at it, knowing it to be a lie.

His lips twitched, threatening to turn into a smile though he tried to remain stone-faced as he contemplated what I deserved. He kept one hand around my throat as the other stayed glued to my hip, he began rubbing small circles with his thumb as he thought.

“You are in very experienced hands.” He finally said, leaning in to kiss me again.

“What are you gonna do?” I asked sweetly.

“What would you like me to do? What would make you happy?” He spoke slowly with a deep reverence, the way the words fell from his mouth was strangely erotic but you know what they say about french accents.

I took a moment too long to answer, so he freely slid his hands into my panties and felt his way to my clit, much faster than anyone previously. I closed my eyes softly and he could read the surprise written on my face. He began to move slowly, his mouth slightly opening as he watched me keenly.

“God.” I breathed out.

“How do you feel? Do you like being with a man instead of a boy?” He smirked slightly, moving his hand slightly faster and releasing my throat from his grasp. “You must not be used to being treated so kindly, for someone to desire you, to wish to ravish you, to enrapture.” He rambled on, enjoying the view beneath him.

“Never had anything like this before.”

“This is what a real man does. We take care of our women, make sure they’re happy.” He took a shaking breath as he watched every move I made, his hand moved from my throat to gently stroke the side of my face and pet my hair. “We make them feel beautiful, tell me, do you feel beautiful?”

“Yes, I do.” I tried to maintain eye contact and despite the slow pace, he felt really good.

“A mature man does whatever his woman wants.” He hummed. “We have big, strong arms that can hold them up. We can catch them when they fall. Do you enjoy being treated this way, little girl?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He furrowed his eyebrows sternly, despite knowing what would happen when he called me a little girl. It was so clear that it was getting under his skin in such an interesting way, one that I’ve never seen before. “Let me see you.”

I blinked momentarily at his question, which seemed more like a statement, before it clicked. “Oh, yes.” I spoke nervously as I lifted my hips for him. 

He still looked mostly emotionless as he slowly peeled away the black panties and also threw it to the side which will be a bitch to find a little later. He admired it for a moment, both hands on my hips, holding me from squirming away and I felt like shrinking under his gaze. He spat harshly on the view. “Such a pretty chatte, ma petite fille.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” He smiled softly as his fingers lowered and rested right there where I needed him, threatening to dip into me, rubbing small circles around the hole. I was clenching around nothing, wanting him inside me, letting out small gasps at the feeling, and he rolled his eyes sarcastically, placing his hand over my mouth as he pushed his long fingers deep inside me. I let out a muffled moan at his actions, staring up at him wide eyed. “Don’t you dare say what you’re thinking.” He said sternly, trying very hard to dissuade me as he slowly lowered his hand, resting it gently around my throat.

I nodded at his words. “Fuck.” I whined. 

“How would you like me to finger you, ma cherie?” I blinked at his question, it was unexpected to hear. He quirked an eyebrow before rolling his eyes again. “Do I need to show you?”

“Yes.” I responded, slightly embarrassed. He switched between two distinct styles then tilted his head for a response. I took a second to catch my breath and think. “Uh, second one?” 

“Anything for you.” He praised as he slowly moved his incredibly and unnaturally talented fingers.

He slowly began to amp it up and I let out pitiful gasps and moans as he went to work, cold-faced besides the occasional smile which he’d try to hide. I wanted to writhe and scream against his touch, feeling electrified.

“Feels good?” He asked softly, leaning forward and kissing my forehead.

“Yeah, it feels really good.” I spoke, biting my lip to restrain myself from calling him daddy.

His free hand fell from my throat and tried to undo the buttons on his shirt but struggled due to his limitations, he withdrew his hand and stuck it in his mouth briefly before continuing to shrug off his shirt. He grinned at the sweetness before placing his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him so I was no longer awkwardly leaning against the armrest and laying flat down on the couch.

He had shallow breathing as he began to unbuckle his belt and lower his pants and boxers. I kinda took him for a briefs guy. Nonetheless, he attempted to strip himself from his remaining clothes. It was a little awkward to watch admittedly.

I ran my hands up and down his toned stomach momentarily as he shuffled his pants just low enough for him to comfortably free his erection, giving it a few languid strokes before aligning it to me.

“You’re so pretty.” He mumbled as he pushed in, slowly at first but quick to bottom out to get it over and done with. “Mon dieu, ma petite fille.”

“Ah, fuck—” I cursed out as I grabbed onto his arm harshly at the feeling.

“Hey, Y/n.” He hushed. “Shh, you’re alright.” He spoke through gritted teeth, clearly trying to restrain himself in the slightest.

I nodded. “I’m alright.” I held onto him harshly, still trying to get used to the size.

“God, you’re so warm and soft.” He panted, groaning quietly.

“Mhm. ‘m not tight?” I breathed slowly.

“You feel just like a woman should.” I clenched around him and he let out a guttural groan. “Merde, mais tu es serré, si serré.” He rambled, his hands harshly digging into my hips.

“Huh?”

His head went limp and dipped down into the crevice of my neck. “Gonna need you to relax, can’t—” He grunted. I tried to level my breathing as he placed soft kisses on my neck. “I said you’re so tight, you feel so good.”

I writhe against the couch below him, feeling the slow drag of his velvety skin, despite being slow, it was deep. His eyes were hooded as they looked down at me and I struggled to keep eye contact. “Fuck, hurts.” I groaned softly, pushing at his hips to try to relieve some of the tension.

“Désolé.” He spoke softly, still pressing soft kisses against my skin and trying to rub smooth circles into my hips. “There is nothing better than this.”

The slow drag of his cock was intoxicating, I was devoid of words as his hand softly pressed against my stomach as his thumb reached to play with my clit, the soft fabric of my dress still bunched up at my waist.

“Si vous lisez ceci, j'avais juste besoin de remplissage.”

“Feels so good, daddy.” I finally cursed out.

He grunted with a particularly harsh thrust. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and I could already sense what was about to happen.

“You’re just a little girl. I’ll treat you like one.” He spat as he littered kisses down my neck again, contrary to his words. “You have no idea what you’re doing. You’re nothing compared to an experienced, well established, refined man like me. Is that what you wanted?” He spoke, dragging out the syllables of every word that left his mouth.

“What are you gonna do, daddy?” I spoke as he looked down at me with all the willpower that was left in his body. His thrust began to pick up pace slowly as I was adjusting to him, he hovered over me, entirely naked besides the mask. 

“I’m gonna show you how a man treats a woman.”

“And how am I going to go back to boys after you do?”

“You won’t.” He responded plainly but with a slight grin. “I’ll ruin you for young men. Why would you want to go back to a boy anyway? You won’t have to worry about boys.” He spoke possessively, purring at the feel of my body beneath him.

I let out a pathetic moan at the way he was speaking, feeling putty in his hands and more than willing to let this man ruin me for anyone less than experienced. 

He basically growled as his pager beeped at him. “Saved by the bell.”

“Wha— Huh?” I responded in a lust-filled daze as he haltered his movements completely and gave me a moment to rejoin planet earth before he continued.

“I need to go. Work calls.”

“Oh.” I frowned, pulling his face closer to mine to kiss him properly. Admittedly, I was a little disappointed at the sudden end, though by the looks of it, so was he given that his jaw was so clenched you could practically hear teeth cracking under the pressure.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke softly, he placed one last kiss before leaving the situation entirely.

He pulled himself out and unbunched the skirt from around my waist, though we both had no idea where my panties had ended up. He began to put his suit back on slowly but equally so, he had no idea where his tie was.

“You can stay if you wish.” He said solemnly.

“Isn’t that weird?”

“No, I don’t know when I’ll be back but there’s no point letting this hotel room go to waste with no one staying in it.” He looked around. “It was quite expensive.” He whispered softly, there were teasing undertones but it was clear he was trying to convince me into staying, like this was the one service he could provide for me, despite his sudden departure.

“I don’t think I should.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back sometime in the morning, then we can get breakfast.”

“You’re gonna come back?”

“It would be rude to leave you, no?” He spoke, looking down at me while he buttoned up his shirt before slipping on his jacket and smoothing his mask below the collar. Without his tie, he left the first button undone on the white shirt and it looked enticing. “How else am I supposed to show you that boys are just a waste of time?”

“That is true. So.. You’ll see me again?” I tried to joke back with him but it hung in the air and he could sense the disappointment and hesitation.

“Yes.” He answered thickly. “I mean, I really shouldn’t but.. I seem to be unable to stop myself nonetheless.” He leant in for another kiss before hesitating and deciding to place it on the forehead instead. “The bed is very soft, ma cherie. I must insist you stay the night, at the very least.” He repeated softly. 

“I’ll stay.” I nodded, unsure if I would keep my promise.

“You can order room service if you need.” He spoke again, picking up his pager and sliding it into his suit jacket. “I wish I didn’t need to go.”

“It’s okay. I understand.”

He nodded silent as he trudged through the room, he picked up his small duffel bag and did a silent salute goodbye before bending over again and picking up something from the ground and sliding it into his pocket, not that I saw what it was.

“I bid you adieu.” He spoke softly from the doorway before disappearing off into the night.

#asks #smut #spy tf2 #team fortress #tf2 #team fortress 2 smut #tf2 smut #spy x you #spy x reader #spy tf2 smut #tf2 spy smut #spy smut #spy tf2 x you #spy tf2 x reader #tf2 spy x reader #tf2 spy x you #fanfiction #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 fanfic

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

How would the mercs react to their s/o trying to write them a love poem?

:)

Ok, I'm not good at all with sappy stuff but let me give it a try. @blubushie (for mention of sniper. go crazy buddy.)

Demo: Demo is very emotionally backed up so it would take him a good long while for him to actually understand the deeper meaning of the poem. But when he does he wont really know how to react. He'd sort of stand around and wait for his S/O to ask him about it again so he could give them praises while he hugs them. If the opportunity doesn't arrive he'd probably try and write one back (badly) so they can bring it up.

Engie: Engie would start a little war between him and his partner. Its a gesture game baby and this man is king of subtlety. Though for love he's a bit of a show off. The more heated this fluffy little competition gets the more he amps it up. He's likely gonna try and show off with an invention or a song that'll knock the socks off of his S/O. Then he'd feel accomplished enough to lie down with 'em and whisper just how much all that stuff meant.

Heavy: Heavy is very poetic himself, though its a lot harder for him to explain it in English. Theres a lot of metaphor in his work he would have to explain to his S/O and thats easier said than done. He's very much a show don't tell sort of guy so why would he be any different in delivery. If they speak Russian rest assured that letter will return every bit of love reflected at him.

Medic: Oh boy Lutz would tease them so hard, he's so mean but he loves them very much. He's not at all used to this fluffy stuff and would scoff if anyone else did it. But with them? Of course he loves the goofy prose and obvious infatuation they have with him, how could he not? He loves every bit of the attention and will make sure to prove it by being plenty affectionate throughout the week.

Pyro: Pyro almost goes too far in excitement, theres likely a chance that Pyro just saw the Letter P followed by a heart in their bedroom and just about pranced with glee. Pyro is the type to parade their partner around proudly showing off how much they love each other. This ends up with half finished love poems strung around the room that the two encourage each other to finish.

Scout: Scout is an absolute dweeb but he'd try to play it cool by insisting that it was only expected of him to get 'fanmail'. Truth be told though Scout would melt into the floor from a kiss to the cheek by someone who he can actually call his partner. So this gesture is returned the very next day by a goddamn tsunami of gifts at their house.

Sniper: Sniper doesn't know how to react to this at all? He isn't sure why its necessary, and its hard for him to understand, but its the thought that counts. He's conflicted for a while about why exactly they'd want to tell him how they feel in writing. He's ultimately very confused but he keeps it pinned to the inside of his vest or tucked neatly into one of his pockets to keep their words on him. (He's grown on me thanks to someone I know.)

Soldier: Soldier doesn't get it but he's a big enough doofus to love it anyway. He seems like the type of guy who only ever really got valentines cards for parties. So if his S/O wrote him something he'f for sure cherish it. Even if he didn't fully understand the point or its meanings. He's a lot like Drax from Gardians of the Galaxy.

Spy: Very bold of his S/O to assume he's going to be the only one receiving love letters. Its very likely Spy knew very well before hand that they were going to be making him one so he thought ahead and got them presents and a letter of his own to be prepared. This cheeky and clever asshole!

#demoman x reader #tavish degroot x reader #engineer x reader #dell conagher x reader #heavy x reader #Misha tf2 x reader #medic x reader #Ludwig Humboldt x reader #Pyro x reader #Scout x reader #Jeremy tf2 x reader #Sniper x reader #Mick Mundy x reader #Soldier x reader #Jane Doe tf2 x reader #Spy x reader #Spy tf2 x reader

[creachureboy]

Morning Spy & Night Spy

Spy taking care of an age regressed reader (dni if kink)

Spy with he/she/they pronouns

This has two parts, one titled "Wakey" where Spy helps you get up, and one titled "Goodnight" where Spy lets you sleep over in their room.

Reader calls Spy "Pie", like if you removed the "s" from his name.

Nicknames Spy uses for the reader are "little one", "chou-fleur", and "love"

Spy opted to help with your morning and nighttime routine!

Wakey:

A knock-knock sounded on your door from the outside, followed by Spy's familiar voice. "Are you awake?"

Maybe since she wasn't opening the door, it wasn't urgent business. You nuzzled your cheek comfortably into your warm pillow. Just 5 more minutes..

The doorknob made a click, and the door hinges made a squeaaak, followed by one more squeeeeak as the door shut.

"Good morning," rung Spy's voice softly.

You peeked at him from under your covers, squinting your eyes due to the light from outside your window. You watched as Spy came closer, before perking your head up a bit to find one of your plushes so you could hold it to your chest. "Morny," you mumbled sleepily.

Spy sat on the bed, the mattress dipping beside you. They ran a hand through your hair, their demeanor changing a little upon realising you were regressed. "How was your sleep, my chou-fleur?"

"M still seepy," you grumbled, hugging Spy's arm as if it was another plush, "but I think m seeped good."

"That's good." With his other hand, she slowly tried to move your blanket off of you. "Are you ready to-"

You let go of Spy's arm, before turning to pull the covers over your head and facing the wall. No Spy was gonna make you get up this early! You could hear a chuckle from behind you.

"Don't be like that, little one." He leaned closer to you, holding your chin and kissing your cheek. They then suggested your head to face him, kissing your other cheek, then your nose, then your forehead, then-

You couldn't help but start giggling. "Pie!"

She smiled at you, the sunlight making their eyes sparkle. "What? I thought you liked kisses."

You held their cheek and kissed her chin in return. "I do!"

"I love kisses too, chou-fleur." He kissed your forehead one last time, before standing up and taking your hand. "Come with me, we'll go wash your face."

You pouted, but still fumbled with the blanket to try and pull it off of you, making sure to grab one of your smaller plushies as you sat up. "Why's Pie wakin up so early?"

"Early?" She echoed you. "It is 9 AM, that is hardly early, little one."

Seriously? He thought 9 AM wasn't early? You hugged your plush to your chest out of embarrassment as you started to feel a little silly.

"Oh, love," he sat beside you again and pulled you in for a hug, holding your head gently against her chest, "that is okay. I am proud of you every morning for getting up."

You hugged him back. "Thank you Pie.."

She stroked your hair, holding your shoulders to suggest you backwards to look at them. "Let's go wash your face, alright little one?"

You took their hand in yours. "Okay.."

You got up and followed Spy to the communal bathroom, down a hallway then down another. The air smelled damp, but it was familiar and comforting.

Spy let go of your hand to take their gloves off, before folding them neatly and putting them in her pocket. She started the tap for you, and you took the water to wash your face, rubbing your eyes a little.

Spy smiled at you in the mirror. "Are you feeling a little more awake?"

You nodded, pleased by the refreshing water.

Spy handed you a towel for you to wipe your face, and you took it with a "thank you", before passing it back to them to hang to dry.

You felt their comforting hand on your back, causing you to look up at him.

"Let us get breakfast, then?"

You grinned, hugging them tight. "Ok Pie!"

Goodnight:

A sleepover with Spy, how fun!

Spy's room was just as small as yours, but it seemed significantly more fancy, what with the big bed, block out curtains, even the lovely scent of his perfume. He had many books, spare clothes in their closet.. why, she had almost everything a room needed! But there was something they were missing..

Stuffies! So you brought your favourites from your room, as well as your favourite blanket. After you plopped them on his bed, you hopped onto it as well. With how big it was, you couldn't help yourself but to giggle and roll around - there was so much room!

She smiled at you, closing the curtains. "You seem happy, my little chou-fleur."

You nodded eagerly as you sat up. "Mhm!" You stared at the curtains juuust to check that nobody outside could see through them. "Is it really safe for Pie to take off her mask?"

He locked his room door, before hooking their fingers on the neck part of her mask. "Well, there is no way to see in from the outside-" they pulled their mask off, revealing their very flattened hair, "so it should be safe."

You grinned at the sight of his face, your heart warming and getting all giddy at the realisation that you were one of the only people Spy trusted enough to let see it.

Spy sat down on the bed beside you, leaning closer to plant a kiss on your head. She opened her bedside table and pulled out a comb, brushing their hair carefully before turning to you.

He held your cheek gently, combing through your hair carefully, making sure to watch for knots.

You made sure to sit still, your shoulders relaxing a little at how gentle they were. A comfortable silence washed over the both of you as a bit of drowsiness slowly started to settle in.

Once they were done, he put the comb back in their bedside drawer and opened up your blanket. "Here is yours," she pulled it over you, giving you a second to get comfortable.

You held it close to you. "Tank you Pie."

"Of course, love." He then shifted to pull the duvet cover over both of you. "And this is ours."

You stared at him, your cheeks warm.

He gave you a confused look. "Yes, little one?" She ran a hand through your hair, as if to check it was neat one last time. "Staring isn't polite."

You giggled. "Sorry Pie." You wrapped your arms around them, making sure to hug one of your plushies between you so it could get a hug too. "Pie is sooo sweet." You buried your face in his chest. "M loves you."

You could feel their shoulders relax as their arms wrapped around you. "I love you too.."

You peeked up at them, and she kissed your forehead.

"Now, I believe I promised you a bedtime story, did I not?"

Your eyes lit up, causing a smile to form on Spy's face too, as you exclaimed, "yes please!"

#spy tf2 #spy tf2 x reader #sfw agere #age dreaming #age regression #tf2

[lizardzomboni]

The Woman In Your Heart (TF2)

Spy x Reader (kind of lol)

Tags: angst, no happy ending, empath reader (I think)

Words: 1454

A/N: Had this idea after I finished reading the TF2 comics. I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I dropped my school work just to write this. Hope you enjoy :)

Btw, This is meant to be gender neutral. I typically write female readers, so I hope I didn’t slip up. Tell me, and I’ll fix it right away!

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It was finally happening. The elusive masked man was in your arms, his lips brushing against yours.

The kiss wasn’t electrifying. It wasn’t sensual. It wasn’t even magical. It was tentative, almost fearful. Your lips barely touched his, only the tiniest amount of pressure between you. Your hands trailed up his chest and wrapped around his neck, hinting that you wanted more. He took your invitation and flushed you against him. You moved slowly as the two of you tested the waters. 

Eventually, he turned his head for a deeper kiss, and you granted him access to your mouth. You dreamed of this day. You fantasized how his tongue would explore every inch of your hungry mouth. He tasted just like you imagined he would: smoke and spice. But there was something else. 

Guilt. 

You couldn’t explain how you knew. You tried to ignore it, but it became so strong that it overwhelmed your senses. In the end, you couldn’t take it, so you forced yourself to break the kiss. With a beating heart, and trepidation swirling in your chest, you opened your eyes to meet his blues ones. To your dismay, he had turned his face away from you. However, you could still see the regret buried underneath his uncertainty. 

Your heart squeezed. He was thinking of the other woman—the one he had loved all those years ago. You wish you didn’t know anything about her. It would have been easier then.

If you were left in the dark, you wouldn’t hesitate to pursue this man with the persistence you were infamous for. You would do anything and everything to seduce him and make him yours. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

You had done your research on all the mercenaries when you first joined the team. Spy was the most difficult to get information on, but you managed to get your hands on some scrap. His love life, for example.

You considered killing her; maybe he would finally move on if she were dead. He didn’t need to know that you were the murderer. Creating cold cases was your specialty, after all. Frustratingly enough, the very woman you wanted to kill was the mother of other your teammate. 

The two men you cared deeply for loved this…this woman. You hated that you couldn’t even insult her in your thoughts. As long as she was alive, you would always be second place. 

You burned holes into Spy’s head. That man still refused to look at you. You pressed your lips together into a thin line before lightly pushing him away. He let go immediately, crushing your pride and solidifying your resolve. 

You realized that even if his old lover were dead, Spy would still put her above you. He would never hold you the way you wanted him to. He would only dance with her ghost. You never stood a chance.

Finally, he met your eyes. You almost scoffed at the sight of his confusion. The ache that previously plagued you morphed into blazing anger. Just what could he possibly be confused about? Was it the way you backed off? Was it the way your face hardened? Did he not understand the situation? 

He murmured your name, and you suppressed a scowl. You didn’t want your real name falling from that man’s lips. Names were sacred, especially in your line of work. You felt like he led you on, giving you hope when his choice was already made. 

“Don’t, Spy. Just…stop,” you said, hating the way your voice was quivering. 

“But mon petit, I-”

“Enough with the pet names! You’re just making it worse. Spy, I fell in love with you,” you confessed, but he already knew that. “I wanted to be with you. I wanted to give you my all, but I don’t want to be yours if I’m not your everything as well. She is the woman in your heart, Spy, There is no room for me.”

You quieted and looked at the ground. “I know about your previous lover. It’s been over twenty years, and you’re still hung up on her.”

“My feelings for you are genuine too,” he replied weakly. 

This time you didn’t hold back a scoff. “Is that supposed to comfort me? You’re so stupid,” you snapped. “Whatever you feel for me pales in comparison to your love for her. You really think that makes me feel better?!”

He kept his mouth shut. For the first time today, he was using his brain. His blue eyes were downcast, lips frowning as he stood motionless in front of you. He had the gall to look ashamed, and while you hated it, you also couldn’t help but revel at the sight of it. You wanted him to hurt. You wanted him to wallow in remorse. You wanted him to berate himself whenever he thought of you. 

“You should have just refused me, Spy. You should have just left me alone from the very start.” He just stared at you, and it made you angrier. “I’m leaving. Don’t ever try to contact me again.”

With that, you left. He didn’t even try to call you back.

You stormed through the halls of the base, ignoring all the questions from the other mercenaries as you passed by. There was only one person you wanted to see. You grabbed a phone and dialed in the assistant’s number. 

“Pauling here,” you heard on the other side of the receiver. 

“Meet me at the shack,” you ordered. It was a place only you, Pauling, and the Administrator knew about. 

The other woman was silent before a serious, “Understood.” The line went dead, and you hopped on your motorcycle, not bothering with a helmet.

The shack was about a day away from the base, but you arrived in a mere six hours by breaking numerous driving laws and trespassing on many private properties. Everyone can go screw themselves. 

Pauling was already there when you arrived at your destination. She greeted you, but you only gave her a curt nod and walked inside. You heard the door close, but you kept staring out the window. It wasn’t until Pauling called your name that you turn around to face her. 

“I want out,” you said flatly. 

She blinked before collecting herself, “You know you can’t do that, otherwise we will have to kill you.”

“Then station me somewhere else, Miss Pauling. I can’t work with those men anymore.”

The assistant made her way to the poor excuse of a couch against the wall. Dust puffed up when she sat down, making her wrinkle her nose. “Did something happen between you and the others?” Pauling asked. 

“Only with one of them. I…” you trailed off. You felt bad about leaving the rest of the mercenaries behind just because of your fall out with Spy. They were good men, good friends. You really didn’t want to let them go, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be around the only man you have ever loved. Leaving was selfish, but you were a selfish person at your core. “The group is too tightly interwoven,” you explained, crossing your arms. “Having issues with one of the members will only make things awkward during missions.”

“But all of the members have issues with each other.”

You snapped at her, glaring fiercely, “This is different.”

She paused. “Can I ask what hap-”

“No.”

Pauling clamped up and averted her gaze. “Okay,” she sighed. “I’ll talk to the Administrator about this matter. Will you be staying here for the time being?”

“...Yes,” you said. Without the base to go back to, you had nowhere else to go. “I’ll be here.”

“I will be back a few days. Do take care of yourself till then,” Pauling said tenderly. Then she left. 

You almost desperately wanted to call her back, to plead not to leave you alone, to spill everything that happened and let your emotions pour out of you. You squashed those desires as quickly as they arose. You survived this long because you kept to yourself. You never opened up. At least, until you met Spy. Look how that turned out. 

You sat on the spot Pauling was on only a few minutes ago. You waited for the sound of her car to leave, and soon you were encompassed with deafening silence. As you held your head in your hands, tears finally fell from your eyes. For the first time in years, you sobbed and wailed out all the pain in your heart. It’s not like anybody would hear you; the shack was miles away from any sort of civilization.

You were alone again. Just like you ought to be. Just like you always will be.

#spy x reader #tf2 spy x reader #spy tf2 x reader #spy #spy tf2 #tf2 spy #tf2 #x reader #x-reader #fanfic #fanfiction #sorry not sorry #:)

[habitabel]

My favorite genre of TF2 fanart is EEPY SNIPER fanart, examples:

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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[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Erm what the flip is he dreaming about.

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[the-laughing-lunatic]

Headcanons for Spy, Medic, and Sniper with an S/O who likes singing alot?

(Ofc! So sorry for the lateness, this was in my inbox for a bit. Thx for requesting!)

Spy, Medic, and Sniper w/ an S/O who sings (ROMANTIC)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

☆Spy☆

Loves it

More excuse to be a hopeless romantic with you

One of his favorite things to do with you is play piano with you sitting on the bench next to him sing a melody along with what he’s playing

If you wanna absolutely WOO this man, learn French love songs to sing to him (his favorite is La Vie en Rose)

Guaranteed to having you leaving his smoking room covered in lipstick marks (or not leaving till morning 👀 /j /j)

Gets so flustered though

“Mon cherie, you must reduce to cheap tricks to seduce me? Pathetic.”

(He says that right before kissing you so hard you can see the future)

☆Medic☆

Is utterly fascinated by it when he finds out

No one on the team has a particularly good singing voice, so he def wants to do (more) experiments w/ you

“Open your mouth for me schatz, that’s it, lovely. Now sing an F# for me.”

Wants to see your vocal chords in action fr fr

Will compliment it all the time in his own special way

“Ohoho! Your diaphragm, it is so strong! And that larynx, the control in it!”

Well, at least you think those are compliments. Hard to tell with him.

On quieter, calmer nights he turns on the record player he has in his lab and takes your hand, leading you to waltz with him

Wraps an arm around your waist as you hum the melody along into his ear. 

“Ich liebe dich, schatz.”

☆Sniper☆

Finds it relaxing to just listen to

In those early mornings he loves to just lean against you and drink his coffee as you hum whatever new melody is in your head

Isn’t a really talkative guy so he likes to just listen to you sing all the time, like you’re his personal radio whenever he’s carving 

Flirts with you about it all the time

“You got an awful pretty voice, songbird, it’d be a pity if someone interrupted all that singin’ by kissing you~”

Yeah he calls you songbird all the time now

You got a name? You don’t anymore, it’s songbird

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[flung-from-the-mulch]

Hi! Was wonderin if you could do some headcanons for Medic, Scout, Sniper, Heavy, and Spy with an S/O that loves to imitate their accent because they think it's interesting? Feel free to ignore! No pressure!:]

i'm just gonna do medic, snipes, heavy, and spy since. well. lets be real scout sounds like every guy from the midwest ever(at least to me)

Medic

-smug. so fucking smug.

-"oh? interesting!"

-will try and teach you german but probably won't last long, he's a bit impatient </3

-HE THINKS YOU SOUND SO GOOFY TRYING TO IMPERSONATE HIM. but he also starts to wonder if he really sounds like that.

-"eh.... leibling....... perhaps we should use our normal voices, ja?"

Sniper

-wow way to make a guy never speak again

-like. he's embarrassed as shit.

-he thinks you're making fun of his accent, and he's kinda pissy about it.

-he doesn't really find it flattering even when you explain that you just really like his accent, he thinks it's really weird and just wants you to stop.

-lets be real its just because scout made fun of his accent so much that he can't take any sort of poking fun at it

Heavy

-like genuinely. that is his reaction.

-WILL LAUGH SO HARD WHEN YOU MIMIC HIM OH MY GOD.

-10/10 belly laugh

-finds it adorable, and will try and teach you russian

-it's more of a 'behind closed doors' thing, though, because heavy is self conscious about the other mercs thinking it's alright to mimic/poke fun at his accent

Spy

-smug

-so smug

-hates the way you pronounce words while doing impressions though

-will NOT teach you french no matter how much you beg. he DESPISES your french

-"non, NON! i do not sound like that!!"

#tf2 x reader #sniper tf2 x reader #sniper x reader #spy tf2 x reader #spy x reader #heavy tf2 x reader #heavy x reader #medic tf2 x reader #medic x reader #sorry if this seems ooc i just. guh. this was a hard ask to write for honestly.

[theonemeathead]

Spy x Reader, "Lovers Rock"

angsty songfic because i lauve tv girl so much. sorry for the lack of posts btw! tws for throw up, drinking. reader is gender neutral, enjoy! :3

Awkward, is how you would describe the circumstance.

Another victory, celebrated at a local bar full of cheap booze and loud music. And, normally, you would be there too, laughing and dancing the night away with the rest of your rowdy, drunken friends. Yet, you craved the quietness of an isolated night, and what better opportunity than to have the whole base to yourself until the return of the rising sun when the morning, unfortunately, returns?

Are you sick of me?

And just as you were beginning to get settled in for the night, the ringing of a wall-phone echoed through the empty halls. Sighing, you stare, contemplating for a second. Against your better judgement, you answer it, the bustling atmosphere immediately overwhelming your senses as you reluctantly raised the phone to your ear.

"Hello?"

"Yo, it's Scout. Listen, ya need'a get here ASAP. If Spy stays any longer, it's not gonna be pretty, I can guarantee ya that."

Would you like to be?

The clicking of his line ended with a low beep, leaving you with no choice but to give up your chance at a peaceful night to, yet again, babysit a grown man. You hung up, frustrated, quickly throwing on some clothes and grabbing the keys to a spare breadtruck.

Which leads you to your current situation.

It had been a pain in the ass, getting Spy into the vehicle. He repeated that he was fine, that he was 'an adult' and could 'make his own decisions'. Yet, the slurring of his speech, the way his pupils dilated, it was apparent he was one drink away from ruining his suit.

"I promise you, I am... okay?" he sounded unsure, as if he couldn't remember the correct words to piece together. Spy hardly ever got tipsy, let alone where he's at now. It was concerning.

I'm trying to tell you something.

"No, we're going back to base," you insisted, pressing your foot on the brake as you slowed to a stop. You looked over, observing how he had taken his overcoat off and folded it over his leg, his tie messily hanging undone around the collar of his dress shirt, a few of the buttons undone revealing greying chest hair. He looked so handsome in the illuminating redness of the stoplight.

"I don't need you to take care of me, I am able to do it myself." He shifted in the uncomfortable leather of the truck, bracing as the car started moving when the light flickered green.

Something that I already said.

"Spy, you're very clearly far from sober. You couldn't walk in a straight line, let alone stand up on your own—" You started, punctuating your words with a tone of agitation. "—What's the matter? Nobody's ever.... Well, I've never seen you like this."

The air hung heavy. He stayed silent, opting to try and force the conversation to end. You shook your head. One night, alone, and now you were stuck in a car with the most arrogant asshole on the team. You took a deep breathe, speaking up again.

You like a pretty boy.

"I just— I want you to know I worry about you, Spy, okay? I don't care how naïve that sounds, but if you needed me to ever pick you up and take you home again, I would," your voice was small, almost meek. You glanced over, noticing how his steel eyes scanned you for insincerity, as if he was deciphering if you were lying or not. Your eyes briefly locked, causing you to avert your attention back to the road, encased by the darkness of the night.

"Je ne comprends pas—"

"In English, please."

"Ah, forgive me. I am afraid I don't understand you, mon chér." His accent was heavy, almost indecipherable. The roughness of his voice was therapeutic, in a way. There was an almost hoarsness to it, even though he sounded oh so sweet. One of the many things that you couldn't seem to get out of your head.

With a pretty voice.

"I don't understand you either. I wish I did." You and Spy had been close, the closest he had been to someone since his last wife, over two decades ago. Yet, one day, after sharing a glass of wine, he flinched away. Something changed. He shrouded himself in a cloak of mystery, once again. Except, this time, it wasn't alluring or intriguing, it was frustrating and so very painful. He had convinced you that there could be something more, a burning spark of something gentle and fleeting. Yet, he refused. "You really hurt me that one night, Spy. I'm sure you know that, too."

"I've hurt a lot of people, chér. That's what I do."

"But it doesn't have to be that way. We could've—" you stopped yourself, feeling a familiar sting beginning to form in your throat. The last thing you needed was to cry. You stopped talking altogether, opting to turn the radio up instead. Old love songs looped on the radio in an endless, hellish loop that seemed to be designed to torment you and only you.

Who's trying to sell you something.

Veering left, you drove slowly through the blanket of fake landscape, pulling into makeshift garage. You turned the car off, the engine coughing as it finally keeled, the damn thing wasn't worth a crap anyways. You slid out, walking over to the passenger side. Spy had already gotten out and had upchucked in the nearest trashcan. Good thing he had leaned forward. You saddled up beside the older man, wrapping one of his long, skinny arms around your neck and supporting him with a firm hand around his waist.

Something that you already have.

You pushed open the heavy, steel doors, the coldness of the metal searing at the soft and warmth of your flesh. Spy had almost fallen over twice now and you had barely walked 5 feet altogether. You sat him on the couch of the living room, watching as he seemed dazed about his whereabouts.

"Stay here, I'm going to grab you a glass of water," you gently told him. He seemed to get it, nodding his head slowly to answer you. You took a glass from the cupboards. The material felt heavy in your hands, as if no other cup had held as much weight as this one. The reality of the situation hit you. You would pick him up, bring him home, take care of him, make sure he was okay... but would he do the same for you? Would Spy, a trained assassin with over 20 years of experience, be able to get over himself to be tender with you—for you?

But if you're too drunk to drive.

You returned, handing him the glass. You watched as he clumsily brought it to his lips, getting more liquid on himself, rather than drinking it properly. Sighing, you opt to hold his head back, using a steady hand to aid him in drinking. It was almost silly, the sight. He was in his late 40s, struggling to do something as simple as take a sip of water.

And the music is right.

You hooked yourself around him again, this time escorting him to his quarters. You had to venture through his smoking room, a place you had come to resent since that night he pushed you out and away. You felt a painful ache as you watched the lone record player in the corner; The record player you would both listen to Paul Anka and Frank Sinatra on. You had reached the large, mahogany door that led to his sleeping arrangement, along with a personal bathroom that he had paid Miss Pauling under the table to implement.

She might let you stay.

You sat him on the silken linen of his bed, watching as he seemed to embrace the soft fabric of the sheets. You kneeled, taking his shoes off. And slowly but surely, you had gotten him down to just a pair of briefs. He seemed too buzzed to care, or, perhaps, this was an act of trueting you, otherwise you were sure this act would be filled with French protest and various other quips. You had folded his suit and put it away, sitting the dirty clothes on a near-by chair. You, gingerly, took a white wifebeater and a pair of red-striped pants and slid them over his thin body. You traced every scar the Respawn machine never seemed to fully mend, taking the time to admire how he turned and twisted beneath the tenderness of your hand.

But just for the night.

Lastly, you pulled at his mask. He seemed to have sobered up in milliseconds, a hand flying to grab your wrist. He didn't have a furrowed brow or anything scornful, but something that threw you off completely; Fear. He had been sober enough this whole time to realize what you were doing, sober enough to stop you if he wanted to, yet he didn't. You pawed at it, yet again, his grip loosening slightly. Spy lifted his head up, allowing you to pull it off with more ease. You gently tucked the fabric into the bedside table, where he kept a spare revolver just in case; 'The Ambassador', he called it.

And if she grabs for your hand.

You sat on the edge of the bed as he laid behind you. You turned slightly, your body facing him now. Reaching a hand up to place it against the bristles of his clean shaven face, you stroked at the aged skin. His cheek bones, high and defined, sat nicely against his long face. You gently trailed your fingers up to his forehead, subconsciously counting the wrinkles that had formed over the years. Your hands traced down the hook of his nose, sloping down fully until your fingers rested against his chapped lips, which were normally soft. You had both been uncharacteristically silent through this whole ordeal and it was apparent the reason why; You both knew what would happen. That dwindling spark that lasted for even months after was still there. You felt it and you know he did too.

And drags you along.

"Mon cœur—" he broke the silence, gaining your attention. "Every night, I regret it. I miss our talks, our secrets."

Immediately, you felt a wave of nausea and anxiety. He looked up at you, taking your hand from his face and holding it in his own boney one. He rubbed gentle circles across the back of your hand, squeezing your fingers slightly as if he were going to lose you if he let go.

She might want a kiss.

"What did I do wrong?" The way you said it broke his heart. Your voice shook with so much emotion, it could've rattled the Earth to its core. The way your eyes had grown glossy from approaching tears, your lip quivering slightly to hold back a waterfall of sobs.

"Nothing, ma petit chou. I was..." He hesitated. Still under the influence, he marched forward, vulnerable and, for the first time in years, nervous. "I was afraid."

Before the end of this song.

"I loved you, Spy. I love you, still." You blinked, a couple of tears spilling down your warm cheeks. He clicked his tongue, taking his free hand and wiping them away as he sat up to face you. He brought you closer, pulling you forward and resting your head upon his chest. His heart was beating fast and erratic, from nerves or liquor you couldn't tell.

Because love can burn like a cigarette.

"I... I love you too. Please, stay with me tonight." It sounded pathetic coming from him. But, yet, you slid your shoes off and you turned the lamp off. You laid against him, hearts thrumming in rythm as he finally drifted off into what was some of the heaviest sleep he'd ever had. You had gotten past those walls, once again. Thankful was an understatement for how you felt. You knew Spy was complicated, someone who couldn't allow slip-ups or complications, it could cost him as much as his life.

And when he awoke the next morning, groggy with a pounding headache, with you clutching onto him as if he would leave in the middle of the night, Spy knew he had done at least one thing right in his drunken stupor. All he hoped for, now, was your forgiveness.

And leave you alone with nothing,

And leave you alone with nothing.

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[prettyboypistol]

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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