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prettyboypistol · 5 months

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TF2 Sniper x M!Reader || Fucking Around, Finding Out +18

[Predator-Prey] ["Spontaneous" Sex] [Established Relationship] [Mutual Masturbation]

Mundy always had a mean streak. He watched you, stalked you from the shadows, and eventually, he caught you. He pushed you against the wall with no room between you two- his breath was a warm welcome against the cold winter wind of the outdoors and the unpleasant freeze of the metal on your back.

"Now, what do we have here, hm?" Mundy laughed darkly, his deep tone ringing along your ears as his comment left your cheeks somehow pinker than the cold did. "Did the little jackrabbit run out of room to escape?"

You struggled against his hold, yet his grip on your wrists against your sides and his sharp hips against your own told you that you weren't going anywhere until Sniper let you.

A rough kiss stopped you from speaking, his audaciously possessive moves of his tongue ravaging your mouth as his hips pushed deeper against you. Even with all the layers of thick fleece pants, you felt the erection pressed against you. God, he was hot when he owned you.

Needy hands eventually left your wrists as Mundy explored your neck and chest, staking his claim on you. The little tremors in Mundy's legs told you all you needed to know about how excited he was. Mundy loved the idea of overwhelming you, pressing you against an alley wall and fucked by a horny and vicious beast until his needs were satiated. You jumped at the suggestion immediately and planned a day. All you had to do was look hot and let Mundy take you.

"Christ love, you're gonna make me shoot in my pants." Sniper huffed as his frantic needy thrusts against your pelvis only made Sniper more and more lust drunk. You knew how your boyfriend liked to play games. He wanted you to fight him and make him earn his fuck from you. So, you bit him on the neck rather sharply.

That got him going.

He shoved down your pants and got to his knees and swallowed your dick as roughly as he could. You could feel his throat reject the intrusion, yet he powered through it as the hot and tight sensation flooded your senses. An experimental thrust got your hips a bruising grasp and a thud against the metal of the storage unit as Mundy fucked his face on you.

Mundy loved to be rough with himself- especially when it came to taking you in any way he could. Be it riding you so deep that he felt it in his lungs or as he sucked your dick while tears streamed down his face from the jaw pain, Mundy loved that bit of shocking pain with his pleasure. And hey, if you man loved it, who were you to stop your little masochist?

It was a matter of moments before you felt a warm churning in your stomach, a slight warning that you were going to cum. You whimpered out a tiny gasp and immediately Sniper removed himself and pressed himself fully against you. Every inch of your exposed skin was overwhelmed by the smell and feeling of Mundy. He pressed his newly exposed cock against you and wrapped his hand around both with an arhythmic beat.

"Why'd you have to go around like that?" Sniper growled as he revelled in your shallow breaths and quiet noises. "Looking like that, you were just begging for me to ruin you."

"So what if I was?" You spat back, as you only fuelled Sniper's fire.

"What a goddamn whore." He responded as his breath stuttered, his hand moved faster and became tighter. A choked out noise came from Sniper's throat was the only warning you got before his cum painted your shirt and left a claiming mess across your lower abdomen. It wasn't long before you followed suit as you bucked your hips into Mundy's hand as you came, which gave Mundy a similar stain to what he left you.

Breathlessly, you both shared a sickly sweet kiss.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #fanfiction #tf2 sniper #tf2 x reader #sniper x reader #sniper x m!reader #sniper x male reader #tf2 sniper x reader #suggestive #tf2 smut #tf2 x male reader #prettyboy pistol

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2-dsimp · 10 days

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Unfortunately, poly between these three hitman are near impossible (^◇^;)』

『As I’ve stated once before Ossian the sniper is the most possessive man out of the group and would rather commit first degree murder to ensure that you would be his and his alone. He doesn’t care who he has to go through, even if it’s his Boss and especially the cheeky Hacker who he hates with all his guts.』

『Danny the boss is the utmost obsessive out of the hitman squad. And makes it well known by practically having you as his sole motivation. To even get off of his lazy ass and do something productive like being said Boss for his members. And the fact that he has to share the light of his light is an immediate turn off. He’d rather have them all to himself and obsess over them comfortably without any competition.

。Bonus: Danny got his darlings photos in his wallet, has them as his phone screensaver, and wears any gift they may have bought him. Also any mention of him taking it off for something would result in him throwing a huge fit as he’d practically sprawl on the floor and play dead as he’d rather die than to take it off. 』

『Yujin the hacker is the only one out of the trio that would be okay with being in an poly relationship if you make sure to give him his daily does of attention and affection since he’s generally clingy in his own right. But for the most part his job requires him to be at the ready so he’ll spend his time slaving away from within the confines of his bat cave.』

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ghsotlv · 1 month

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TF2 Mercs react to having a M(Or GN) S/O who knows how to pick locks? Like having an eerily good talent at picking locks? The mercs don't know until like one day they lock themselves out of their car or something similar and S/O Casually picks the lock open in like two seconds

this was a little hard, hope you like it man. I will be doing sniper and spy. Please Re-request with the merc/mercs in mind that you'd like if it hasn't been done already.

SNIPER

-Honestly not surprised, He came out to ask you to try and open his van for a reason.. but the quickness?? He was a little shocked to say the lease. At lease he knows who to go to?

-Didn't really say anything in the moment, but he really couldn't stop thinking about it, later on. Like you looked so masculine and manly to him?? Real weird.

-Asks for you to pick lock his van wayyy often, you start to think its on purpose...(it is)

SPY

-He was REAL jealous, you two were on a mission and you had to unlock the e/c's base door. The swiftness, and how quickly you did it. Spy knew he couldn't do that in a million years.

-You catch him trying to figure out how you do it, only to be met with a petty excuse... that he's going to need it for your ''disguise", like that's required.. yeah dude whatever.

-HATES when someone asks you to pick a lock, instead of him. Since i'm sure he knows how, he IS a spy after all.

#tf2 headcanons #tf2 x male reader #tf2 sniper #sniper x reader #sniper headcanons #tf2 spy #tf2 x reader #spy x reader

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jermer10 · 3 months

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Oh god.. this is a bit depraved but here we goHello! Uh if you are taking requests right now, could you maybe make a spicy TF2 mercs x male!reader where the reader is into weapon play (could be their reactions to simple things .. like a gasp from the gun touching their skin to something more smutty, your pick!)It'd be nice to have all mercs but if too much sniper, soldier and engineer would the the 3 favs!

TF2 male s/o with a weapon kink

18+ only, male reader | tried to add some heavier nsfw, i hope you enjoy anon!

includes: soldier, engineer, sniper tw: sexual content, weapon play kink

drabbles under the cut :P

Soldier: - Soldier knew about this kink long before he had started fucking you - he may be stupid, but he knows what an erection looks like, and you were always rock hard after watching him bash an enemy to death with his market gardener - so he decided to confront you, like any concerned teammate would - ARE YOU ATTRACTED TO ME, MAGGOT?", he pressed the shovel into your throat, backing you into a corner - subtly isn't his strong suit - "what the f..fuck..?" your skin crawled with arousal - you couldn't speak, let alone think with the rusted edge of the weapon tugging at your skin - "why do you ask?" you choked out, face flushed in embarrassment - Soldier shamelessly palmed your erection, "THAT'S WHY." - you groaned, jaw slack and eye brows furrowed. you expected Soldier to relent, yet he continued to stroke you through your pants. - subtly DEFINITELY wasn't his strong suit, and to be frank you were enjoying the way he was man-handling you - "I SHARE THIS...ATTRACTION." a sickening grin plastered on his rough features and his shovel pressing harder into your trachea - his body was so close to yours, backing you against the concrete walls of the base and forcing himself onto you - your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he continued to grope at your cock - "fuuuuuck Soldier p..leas..e..." your voice was gruff, the words seemed to be drawn out of you "PLEASE WHAT, CUPCAKE?" you didn't take him for a tease - "fuhck me!" you plead, throatily moaning at the cold, stinging sensation of the shovel cutting into your throat, your cock throbbed, the fabric rubbing your dick raw - you didn't have to ask twice, Soldier pushed you to the ground, ass up, knees scraping against the concrete floor, and market gardener pressed strongly between your shoulder blades

Engineer: - he would never admit it, but if he had a dollar for the amount of times he spent fucking his fist thinking about stuffing you with the muzzle of his shotgun, he would be rich - so when was walking past your room and noticed your door ajar, hearing the unmistakable slick sounds of masturbation, he couldn't help but peer in, hoping to get some new material - and when he saw you fucking yourself with a pistol and breathily moaning his name, he knew that he had to help - "hey darlin', seems like you were callin' out my name?" he knocked on the doorframe, smirking at the way you scrambled to cover yourself - "now don't you worry, y/n...i'm here to help," your face was burning - he positioned himself behind you, leaning against the wall and pulling you into his lap - Engie pulled the gun out of your puckering hole and began thrusting - your slutty moans, accompanying the praising whispers and sticky noises of the gun and your asshole meeting repeatedly, bounced off of the walls in your bedroom - Engie, feeling the high from the moment and the power he held in his fist, clicked off the safety on the gun - you began to shake, adrenaline coursing through your veins and the fear that at any moment the trigger could be squeezed - he lazily stroked your cock with his right hand as his left drove the gun into you - even if he did kill you, you would just respawn with no memory of the last hour or so, but he wanted you to remember everything - it was all becoming too much for him, he could feel himself reaching climax as your writhing body pressed into his chest and crotch, and when he finally came, you came with him - ropes of cum lathered his hand and your bare chest, Engie was impressed, to say the least - but despite your joint climax, he wasn't finished with you

Sniper: - Sniper's hide site was in a heavily concealed room sitting atop a random abandoned building - where he was and what he was doing didn't matter, you had been targeted by the enemy team's Sniper, and despite the fact that from where he was perched you seemed clearly annoyed, he couldn't help but see the redness in your face as the other Australian cornered you time and time again with his kukri - countless backstabs from Spy, bonks with Scouts bat, nothing came close to the way your face would go beet when he held the knife to your neck before swiftly ending you - Sniper wanted to try it for himself, clearly you had some sort of attraction to him - and he would be lying if he didn't find the idea of forcing you to suck him off while holding a blade to your throat hot - he signaled you to come up to his spot, making sure no one followed you - "hey, what's up man?" you huffed, you looked exhausted - Sniper felt awkward, but the erection in his pants was unrelenting and the way your eyes met his with a sort of nervous lust didn't help - "on your knees." he simply stated, unsheathing the kukri from his belt holster - your face went blank, did you hear him correctly? was Sniper wrong about his assumption? - "oh god, you saw me with the other Sniper..." realization hit your face, and so did an embarrassed flush - you bashfully knelt, doe-eyed looking up at the New Zealander-Australian man - Sniper unbuckled his pants, his cock springing out into your face - he held the knife up to you "suck." he commanded, his face flush and his palms sweating profusely

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #ask #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 imagines #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 soldier #male reader #jermer10 #tf2 smut #smut #tf2 x reader smut #tf2 x you smut

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isaactheterrible · 6 months

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Masterlist

Team Fortress 2:

Sniper And Demo Talking About Cryptids

Sniper Appearance Headcanon (Art)

Tf2 Main Cast Relationships With Religion

Tf2 Side Characters Rejecting Your Love Confession

Tf2 Main Cast Rejecting Your Love Confession

Soldier x Pyro

Soldier Nsfw Headcanons

Medic Nsfw Headcanons

Tf2 Main Cast Accepting Your Love Confession

Tf2 Side Characters Christmas Presents

Main Cast Christmas Presents

Main Cast Yandere Version

Tf2 Main Cast Queer Headcanons

Tf2 Main Cast Ideal Dates

Tf2 Side Characters Relationships With Queerness

Tf2 Main Cast Relationships With Queerness

Creepypasta:

Jeff x Nina Nsfw Headcanons

Jeff x Nina Accidental Pregnancy

Jeff x Nina (Smut)

Call Of Duty:

Ghost x Male Reader (Smut)

141 x GN Reader Surprise Birthday Party

141 Omegaverse Headcanons

Baki:

Hector Doyle NSFW Headcanons

Retsu Kaiho SFW & NSFW Headcanons

Rules For Requests

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3-dsimp · 10 months

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Oho after that post im curious...

How would be a poly yan! with the hacker and the sniper (if Its even possible to get this two get along xdd)

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Yandere hitman squad

Poly? Sniper & Hacker

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Cw: 🔞 Suggestive 🔞

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The Sniper is known to become aggressive especially when it concerns his darling.

In fact he’s one of the most possessive members of the hitman squad if not within the top 3. Even though he’s reserved and has trouble expressing himself outwardly he won’t hesitate to cut a bitch for his love. Not to mention that just the thought of having his darling be with someone other than himself. Physically pains him to the point he’s dramatically crying fat tears of anguish, while laying sick in bed being all depressed. Whining at you pathetically, asking you over and over if having him alone really wasn’t enough for you. So the probability of him being poly with any other of the members would be close to zero.

Now the Hacker on the other hand is one of the chill ones in the squad where he wouldn’t have minded sharing you if only he could have the most time with you since he’s borderline obsessive and in constant need of love and affection. Basically consider him as a high maintenance cat who’d always paw at you to make sure you’re paying attention to him.

Now if there ever was a certain slim chance where they find themselves in a poly relationship together. All hell would break loose, because whenever the Sniper is paired with the Hacker his personality does a complete 180. His timid personality turns bold as his newfound competitive dominant personality shines through.

Generally speaking the Hacker always gets on his nerves since he’d be the one instigating stuff trying to get a rise out of him like the cheeky piece of shit he is. And since the Hacker apparently finds the Sniper’s reactions to be so amusing, he always makes sure to stress him out to the point where the Sniper is growling profanities at him aiming his sniper rifle to shoot him dead in the head as he’s being held back by the confused Strategist who came out to complain what the ruckus was all about.

They’d be just like cats and dogs always trying to get the one up on each other when it comes to you.

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“Fuck off you little shit they’re mine!”

-Sniper

“Lol cmon dude show some restraint. You’ve already been at it for so long that they’re already tired of your boring dick so move over and let me give ‘em something much more refreshing~”

-Hacker

#yandere male x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere male #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #yandere hitman #the sniper #yandere hacker #the hacker #male yandere

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nanamis-princess · 2 months

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“Look what I created!”

Ussop x reader (can be seen as romantic or platonic)

Synopsis: Usopp’s got a new creation to show you

T/w: I don’t think there are any, probably miss spelled words lol.

You can hear Usopp scream from somewhere on the ship“yes! It’s finally finished.”

He sits across from you and holds out his new creation for you to see. “I haven’t thought of a name yet but look what it could do” he says as he clicks a button on the side. The oval shaped trinket releases a little lever that holds amo. He then closes the gadget “I can hold so much more amo this way” Usopp beams with excitement. He also goes into detail about another project he’s working on, if your willing to listen.

At some point Luffy had entered the room and picked up Usopp’s new creation. He flipped it over to examine it, his eyes light up when he sees the button and presses it. The amo spills onto the floor “oops” Luffy says looking at the mess he’s made. Usopp’s eye slightly twitches as the amo rolls around on the floor. Usopp lets out a shriek before scrambling on the floor to pick up his amo.

#usopp #one piece usopp #god usopp #op usopp #usopp x reader #sniper king usopp #one piece x reader #usopp fluff #x male reader #anime x reader

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sa1t0r1 · 1 year

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how would the mercenary react to discovering that s/o is the son of merasmus? as if on halloween merasmus appeared and s/o said "hey dad, what are you doing here? (⁠・⁠o⁠・⁠)" plz

Sorry for taking so long I was struggling to think of headcannons </3

It’s also a little bit repetitive so my apologies

Scout

Jaw dropped to the floor immediately, his baseball even fell out of his pocket

He had no idea I mean you guys don’t even look alike

Asks if you can use magic and if you can he wants to be taught to use it too

Less nervous about Halloween knowing that Merasmus is your dad

Soldier

Immediately bombards you with a million different questions

His old roommate had a kid?????? He knew nothing of this

You would have to diffuse any tension between the two because Merasmus is definitely about to do something with malicious intent

Pyro

Only interested in the magic aspect

They’re incredibly excited about the discovery that you might be able to use magic

Please teach them they want to use the magic for silly roleplays with the other mercs

Demoman

Little bit too drunk for it to hit him immediately

When it does hit him he drops his skrumpy in shock

You guys are completely different from eachother he never would’ve guessed you’re related

Can’t believe he lost such an outlandish bet, handed spy $10 that same day

Engineer

Was preparing things to defend against Merasmus

Stops tinkering with his projects after hearing you say “dad ?? What are you doing here ?”

Leaves you to catch up with your dad in private but asks about it later because although he’s respectful he’s still curious

Thinks it’s cute that you’re finally reunited

Heavy

Doesn’t have much of a reaction to it and stays silent

Leaves the room to let you talk with your dad

Slightly envious of you for getting to see your family again but happy for you nonetheless

Doesn’t ask you about it to respect your privacy

Medic

Let’s be honest he already knew, he saw it on your files

Still happy you were reunited though

If you inherited Merasmus’s magic he definitely wants to experiment (with your permission)

Sniper

Slightly scared, especially if you can use magic

Anxious, hoping Merasmus isn’t going to turn on you (or him..)

Gets skittish around Halloween now that he knows he’s in the presence of your dad

Spy

Like Medic, already knew

Saw it coming, not much else to say

Grinning with pride after seeing demo’s defeated expression as he hands him that crisp $10 bill

#tf2 headcanons #headcanons #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 pyro #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 soldier #tf2 x you #tf2 x male reader #tf2 spy

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amirsirwrites · 2 years

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Hello!!!! Could you write friends to lovers headcanons with Sniper??? (Male!reader btw) Thank you!!!!

Yep! Oh right, this is actually my first time writing headcanons. I think it sorta transformed more into a one-shot near the end. If you would like me to try and rewrite it, please send me a message, anon.

Friends to lovers headcanons with Sniper ❤️

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Sniper x M!reader

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Sniper didn’t think much when you first joined as the new mercenary. You were just the new guy. He greeted you, introduced himself and that was that.

You would’ve continued to stay just acquaintances from that point on but a few days later, you saved him from a pesky Spy trying to backstab him. That was the start of your friendship and eventual romance. :)

Most of the other mercs are always busy doing their own thing and rarely keep an eye out for Sniper so he was touched by your help. When you finished the battle and headed back to base, he approached you to thank you properly. One thing leads to another and you two find out that you share quite a lot of interests.

Sniper started chatting to you more often, he likes the way you really listen to him and how you are much calmer compared to the other mercs. You are perfect for a low-energy man like Sniper.

He doesn’t even realise it but he starts staying in base more often rather than staying in his camper van so that he can see you more. Speaking of the camper van, he even lets you stay inside there sometimes if you want.

During weekends, you two pack up and drive to a hiking trail together in his van. Sniper loves to tell you all he knows about the different animals and plants you see during the hike. You take a lot of pictures together, set up a campfire, roast some marshmallows and sing. Hiking trips with Sniper are the best.

A few months later and Sniper starts to get that nervous feeling, like butterflies in his stomach, whenever he sees you smile or laugh. He was.. confused.

‘Aren’t I supposed to get this feeling with sheilas..?’ was the question that would be stuck in his mind for a while. He’d never felt this way for a guy before and it overwhelmed him.

Sniper started avoiding you, despite the ache in his heart that would appear when he saw how sad you looked whenever he went away from you. You tried several times to talk to him but he would always come up with some lousy excuse to get away. He was cold and distant.

But don’t worry, because fate has its ways of fixing your relationship.

In another battle a week later, you were out in the field with the other mercs while Sniper stayed slightly behind, aiming at the enemy team from a high point, like usual.

He often glanced at you to make sure you were safe. He may be avoiding you but he still cares very much about you. When he saw that a Spy was trying to shank you, he quickly aimed and shot.

You heard the gunshot and a body thud and looked behind you to see a dead Spy on the ground. You stared up at Sniper with a wistful smile, gave a thumbs up and continued on. He gave you a sad smile back but he was too far away for you to see it. Approaching him would have to come after the battle.

You decided to go to his van after finishing your dinner. Knocking on the doors of the van, they open slowly to reveal Sniper who was in more casual clothing without the hat and sunglasses. You got in and sat on his bed beside him.

The conversation started with you thanking him for killing the Spy earlier. You added, “It’s funny. I saved you from Spy a few months ago and now you’ve done the same for me.”

He chuckled, nodding his head. “Yeah…” he paused, his hands gripping tightly together, “Hey, y/n. I’m.. I’m sorry about the whole avoiding you situation.” Sniper was looking into your eyes now.

You waited for him to continue, encouraging him with a gentle smile and nod.

Before continuing, he hesitantly took one of your hands and held it against his chest. You could feel how fast his heart was beating.

Sniper suppressed the urge to run away and spoke again, “Listen, y/n. I.. I’m.. in love with you, mate. That’s why I’ve been avoiding you and-” He had to stop and take a break. His eyes were getting misty and his throat felt so tight that it hurt.

You cupped his face in your hands and made him look at you. “Mundy. Don’t cry, love.. I love you too.” And now you were both crying, happy tears, of course, holding each other tightly.

You ended up spending the night in Sniper’s van, cuddling together in his bed. You both agreed to take things slow so it was going to be a while before you did more intimate things together but he loved you and you loved him so you don’t mind the wait.

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'Sheila' - Woman/Girl (Australian slang)

Is this how headcanons work? I'm so lost 😅

#sniper x reader #male reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 sniper #supposed to be headcanons #tf2 x reader

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spicyspiders · 2 months

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burst and flooding

König x male reader smut

1.3k words

Was thinking about König a lot last week so I wrote this. It was going to be a sex pollen fic, but instead I wrote something where König gets so overwhelmed because he likes the reader so much.

You fell face down into your bed. You were absolutely exhausted, but luckily, you had a mission-free weekend ahead of you. You could barely muster up the energy to dry yourself off and pull on clothes after getting out of the shower, but you were glad you did when you heard the sound of a knock at your door.

You pulled yourself up onto your feet with a sigh and walked to the door slowly. “König?” You asked after opening the door to the distressed looking man.

It wasn’t unusual that he didn’t have his sniper hood on, but what wasn’t normal was for the blue in his eyes to be swallowed by black, and his cheeks to be flushed red with blood. He stood in your doorway, one hand over the white soft cotton shirt he wore, and the other hand between his legs. His chest rose and fell quickly as he sucked in breath after breath, trying to calm himself down from whatever was plaguing him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you pulled König into your room. Once you shut the door and turned around to face him, you were met with his broad back. “König?” You asked softly, placing a hand on his back.

“I need your help,” he gasped out.

The energy you felt had drained earlier rushed through your veins as you sprung into action. It wasn’t the first time you had helped him through a panic attack, already knowing what to do. You tried to guide the man onto your bed and get him comfortable, but he didn’t budge from his spot in the middle of your room.

He stood hunched over himself, like he was trying to make himself look small. It didn’t look right for a man of his stature, like he was trying to hide himself, or like he was trying to hide something.

“I have never felt this way before,” König says softly, you try to step to face him and meet his eyes, but they stay on the floor. “I think about you and I feel crazy,” he steps closer to you, “my body feels hot and my heart feels like it’s going to burst from my chest.”

When König straightens his body out, standing tall over you as he comes even closer, you can look him fully over. Your eyes zero in on the noticeable bulge in the sweatpants he wears, and when you pull your eyes away to finally meet his, you’re met with his pleading eyes.

“Help me, please?” He asks quietly.

“Let’s get more comfortable,” you respond just as softly.

He goes easily to the bed, right to the spot where you just were. You thought when you got out of the shower that you were going to return to your room and go to sleep, now less than an hour later, you had a welcome guest in the spot you just were.

“Can I take these off?” You question as you stand at the corner of the bed, between König’s legs.

König’s muscular body comes on full display after he pulls his clothes off. You feel yourself begin to grow hard in your pants when you trace your fingers along the scars on his upper body. His lower half is littered with fewer marks, but your eyes don’t linger on those, but instead look at the hard cock König is trying to hide behind his hands.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmur as you pull your eyes away and continue to run your fingers across his skin.

“You are,” König responds.

His words bring a smile to your face, “I haven’t even taken my clothes off. You haven’t even seen me,” you say with a laugh.

König’s hands settle firmly around your hips before he speaks, “I have seen you. You are beautiful in the field, how you handle yourself, and how your fingers move on your gun. You are beautiful covered in b-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his and end the kiss with a laugh, “I get it,” you say, watching the way König’s face goes red from the words he just said to you. “Thank you, König. I never knew you were so observant,” you say before pressing your lips to his again.

Once pulled away from the kiss, you make your way onto the bed to join König. Your hands go slowly down his body, taking notice of the way he shivers when your fingers brush his nipples. König’s hips twitch forward when your fingers run through the dark trail of hair that leads down to his cock.

König’s mouth falls open with a gasp when your fingers wrap around his thick cock. His hands sit at his sides, his fingers already clenched around the blanket under his fingers. His body visibly goes tense after a few moments of slowly stroking his cock, making you pause in worry.

“You okay?” You pull your hand from his cock, when he looks up from your hand with his large, dark eyes, “should I stop?” You ask, pulling your hand away, your fingers wet with his precum.

“No! No! Please,” König whines, his hips moving forward again like he’s trying to guide his cock back to your hand.

“I am trying not to-” König’s voice breaks into a breathy moan, “I do not want this to end,” he whines after gasping for a breath.

“We’ll do this again,” you respond, “I can’t have you get like this again, can I?” You ask against his mouth before your mouth is on his again. During your lip-lock with your eyes closed, you miss seeing König cum, but you sure can hear and feel it as he moans into your mouth and you feel the warm spurts of his cum on your fingers as it shoots over your fingers.

You open your eyes when you pull away from the kiss. The puffs of König warm breath hits your face as he comes down from his orgasm. You stroke his softening cock through the aftershock, watching as his cock goes flaccid in your fingers.

You take your hand away when König lets out a whimper of overstimulation, but from the way his hips move forward, you can’t tell if he actually wants more.

You bring your hand to your mouth to taste what landed on your fingers. It’s salty and bitter on your tongue, but the taste only leaves you wanting more. You lean down to swipe up with your tongue the rest of it that landed on his abs, but this time, you’re unable to distinguish if the salty taste is from his spend or his sweat.

König’s hand goes to the back of your neck to pull you up into a kiss, and he groans at the taste on your tongue when they tangle. His other hand goes between your legs to grip at your hard cock, but you knock his fingers away.

“Wha-” König begins to question, but you cut him off with another kiss.

“Go shower,” you say against his mouth, “let’s just go to sleep.” König looks as if he wants to protest, but you kiss him one last time before he can, “we have all weekend,” you whisper against his mouth.

König pulls away with a smile and a nod before he gets off the bed and begins pulling his clothes back onto his sweaty body. Once he’s adjusted his clothes and smoothed out the wrinkles, he presses his mouth to yours in a soft kiss.

It feels like forever for your erection to go down, and you nearly think it’s going to come right back when König comes back to your room. You get under your covers, trying not to grind your hips into the mattress, but luckily, König throws a heavy arm around your body, keeping you still.

You fall quickly into a deep sleep, but not before you feel König’s lips on your skin, giving you one last kiss for the night.

#x male reader #x male reader smut #könig x male reader smut #könig x reader #könig x male reader #König #i also had a dream about austin butler so i was also thinking about him a lot too

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prettyboypistol · 7 months

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TF2 Sniper x M!Reader 18+ || Passenger Princess

[Road Head][Mutual Masturbation][Sound Kink][Voyeurism]

You knew exactly why you were chosen as Sniper's handler. Miss Pauling was absolutely swamped in work regarding Soldier's effective elimination of a local ecosystem and starting of New Mexico's largest fire in recorded history. The Administrator couldn't be bothered to do anything field work related, so the closest employee was chosen to accompany Sniper- the leash to keep the prized dog from running away.

Both of you thought it was stupid to worry about Sniper of all people running away. Hell, it was more likely that either you or Miss Pauling would be fly to Europe to snag Spy from an impromptu vacation. The rumble of the camper van starting up jostled you out of your passive aggressive daydreams of Monacco beaches as Sniper gave you a look.

"I don't need a bloody babysitter." He muttered to you, clearly unhappy with the situation.

"I totally agree. I'll just stay in the car while you do you, m'kay?" You responded as you buckled your seat belt and relaxed into the worn leather passenger seat. Sniper took a moment before he responded with a simple yet impressed hum of approval.

With that, the painstaking drive wore at your patience. You stayed as quiet as you could, as Sniper did not initiate any conversation... but the opportunity to be so close to one of the mercs! You were usually the cleanup crew! Just one question wouldn't hurt, right? Besides, Sniper seemed calm enough. Miss Pauling described Sniper as one of the most reasonable mercs, so if you had a shot to have a conversation with any of them, Sniper was your best bet!

"So uh, got a name?" You finally broke the silence. God, you felt like a fish out of water.

"..Sniper?" He responded, a slight smile on his face. You could barely tell it was a smile!

"No- nonono, I meant like.. your actual name."

The exhale through his nose was what you could only assume was a laugh.

"Right then, Mick Mundy. Why's it matter?"

"Just.. curious."

"Great, stuck 5 hours in a car with a curious type." Sniper sighed as he briefly rolled his eyes. His sarcastic nature put you off slightly. Did he not want to talk? That was more than fine if he didn't, but he could have said that!

A few moments pass as the awkward tension churned like butter. "Well I suppose I should ask your name too, be polite n' all." Sniper spoke up.

"Oh, does it matter for me though? I mean, I'm just an assistant." You laughed, but eventually confessed your first name.

"That's not a bad name, but I guess you're right. If we haven't met for this long, then we probably won't cross paths again." Sniper shrugged. "How long have you been in Teufort?"

"A few years, I was hired on by Miss Pauling to help with cleanup and stuff... the only reason I'm here with you is because she's busy with news repression. How about you?"

"I got the call about 4 years ago."

"Nice, nice... Paid well?"

"Yeah, 'can take care of my ma and pa."

"Aww, that's sweet."

"You?"

"Eh, it's an hourly job and I haven't slept on 2 days."

"Jesus." Sniper muttered as he glanced at you quickly. You looked well put together from a passing look, but in a more comfortable surrounding? Your eyebags were far more prominent. "Why don't you get a nap in since it's just interstate travel for a bit?" He offered.

You decided to take Sniper up on his offer and get the first taste of sleep that you've had in a good 53 hours.

As the gentle rocking of Sniper's driving drifted you off to dreamland, Sniper kept his thoughts to himself. God, you were hot. As soon as Sniper saw you, he wanted to pin you against the side of his camper and fuck you. But no, he had a code. Be polite, be efficient. He was a professional, with no feelings attached. Although, with you so sweetly asleep not 3 feet away from him, you made him reconsider lust as not an emotion, but a primal need. Rules of nature and all that junk. The way the barely setting sun kissed your skin as you curled around yourself made Sniper bite the inner side of his cheek in restraint.

By the time you woke up, the clock told you that there was a good hour left of driving before you two reached your location. You yawned and stretched, groaning against your will as the noises of your body started up. The little sighs and whimpers drove Sniper insane.

"Mornin'" You groaned as sleep still held you captive. Your body swayed, which led you to slump against the armrest between the two chairs, your head tapped gently against Sniper's side.

"Good morning, you awake?" Sniper muttered.

"Mhm... god, you're hot." You sighed sweetly, not completely aware that you said that out loud.

"Thanks mate, you are too." Sniper assured. He took a risk when he put his hand atop on your head, thumb rubbed over your temple. You giggled and pet his thigh.

Sniper cleared his throat awkwardly, was this a good time to ask? Was it even appropriate? God, your hand was too close for comfort yet so achingly far away! "Do you wanna..?" He hummed, his voice barely above a whisper. You nodded as you fumbled with your pants.

God, the sound of you when you touched yourself- the sound of skin that slid over skin, the sound of your tongue wetting your palm, and the sleepy sigh of need, it all ruined Sniper just to hear. This was grossly unprofessional and impulsive, where the hell did this even come from?! Had you felt the same thing he had? He couldn't look over at you, his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he grit his teeth.

"Hey, I'm curious." You speak up, your voice breathy as you continued to move your hand up and down your dick.

"Yeah?" Sniper responded, eager to answer.

"Have you ever gotten road head?"

Quick hands unzipped Sniper's pants and moved Sniper's hard cock through the slit in his underwear. A few experimental pumps was the only warning Sniper got before you swallowed around Sniper's tip, which gave you a choked out moan from Sniper. He was lucky that he was good at driving one handed as he shoved your head down deeper as his fingers twisted into your hair, nails scraped into your scalp.

He wasn't a dick you could deepthroat easily. You choked and coughed violently before you tried again with another effort, half of his length in your mouth with the base covered and jerked off by your hand. You assumed Sniper to be a quiet sort, and you were mostly correct. The bated breathing, the muscle spasms of his stomach, and the deep exhales as Sniper tried to keep his primary focus on driving only spurred you on. As you pleasured yourself, you took extra care to moan around the cock in your mouth.

The noises churned like a thick putty in Sniper's chest. Yeah, getting hsi dick sucked was great, but Sniper was always a more auditorial person. He was able to hear everything and he loved it. Oh shit- wait- god damn it!

Your mouth was flooded with cum as Sniper shuddered out his orgasm with little huffs and groans. You wanted to tease him for popping so fast, but you were far too busy swallowing it down.

"Christ, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 x reader #fanfiction #sniper x reader #tf2 smut #tf2 sniper x reader #sniper x m!reader #sniper x male reader #team fortress 2 smut #tf2 x male reader #prettyboy pistol

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2-dsimp · 11 days

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How the hitman react when you throw it back

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The Sniper:

Ossian damn near almost died from the excessive amount of nosebleeds and was overflowing with joy pouring from every office of his body. When he had his beautiful crush throwing it back on him of all people. He didn’t know wether to frame the pants you grinded back on in his cherished trophy shrine of you. Or to just keep wearing the same jeans every single day for the rest of his life without washing it so he could still smell your scent.

The Medic:

Koji could only purr the most filthiest things into your ear taking the utmost pleasure into making you into flustered hot mess. As he confidently took the lead dancing the tango with you never failing to make you swoon with his sadistic charm. That quickly escalated to the both of you getting hot and bothered.

The Strategist:

Bjorn was gonna be fine! He calculated this it was going exactly according to plan. Well everything except the prominent boner he had from you merely brushing up against his crotch. Nevertheless he maintained his composure despite his cheeks burning with a fervent blush and made sure that you had the best night of your life with him by your side.

The Hacker:

Devious was Yujin’s middle name and since you decided to throw it back. He decided that he would return the favor since two can play at that game. He even hijacked the DJs booth to play the songs that would give him the upper hand against your skill. Although it was evident he lost the fight clearly he won the war. Since his antics made you compelled to dominate him with your irresistible ass throwing it back even more violently which only made him lean back enjoying the ride while he bared a cattish grin of pure satisfaction.

The Torturer:

Lord have mercy on this soft giants soul. Moros malfunctioned at the mere faintest touch from you and automatically covered his face like an embarrassed schoolgirl. Just having no choice but to let you do as you pleased as he was frozen stiff to the the spot. He couldn’t even move if he wanted too because he couldn’t bear to tear himself away from you to begin with. Especially after he peeked through his scared fingers and saw how much fun you were having at his expense. He’d gladly sacrifice his dignity in order to see his sunshine smile.

The Enforcer:

He beat you to it first he would never pass up the chance to make you laugh from how he threw it back on you with such finesse and sass. All in all he wanted the both of y’all to have a night full of fun and laughter. He was just happy to be there with you although he wouldn’t lie and say that his little friend also was happy with the way you reciprocated his gestures.

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ghsotlv · 1 month

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HIII new writer alert...!!

HI im alphonse u can call me all!!! pls send in writing requests for TF2 x reader or overwatch please!!!! im starting with headcanons until i can learn to fully write fanficts !!

all mercs

very few overwatch characters, i will write for junkrat roadhog zenyatta lucio reaper sigma etc

#tf2 x male reader #tf2 x reader #sniper x reader #demoman x reader #spy x reader #medic x reader #engineer x reader #soldier x reader #heavy x reader #scout x reader #pyro x reader #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #overwatch headcanons

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2kiran · 7 months

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“ 𝐊 𝐈 𝐋 𝐋 𝐒 𝐇 𝐎 𝐓 ”

pairing keegan p. russ x you genre smut reader is a male. dom!reader x sub!keegan cw uppercase typing. enemy reader. gun kink. facefucking. humiliation. handjob.

you’ve never expected that keegan, out of all people, would be into that.

Keegan P. Russ, a well-respected Sergeant and Scout Sniper of the Ghosts. He lived up to his title, his experience on the battlefield providing him positive support throughout his years in the military. A man of many things. Strong and intelligent. Never one to step out of line.

Keegan P. Russ, a man who was proficient in his work field. He was intimidating. Never one to cower in face of missions. He was suited for a respectable leader. His strength and accomplishments gaining praise from higher and lower ranks alike. The air around his presence of an authority’s.

Keegan P. Russ, an embarrassed man who was currently on his knees. The expression of shame on his face hidden by his signature mask. The same one that was once drenched in multiple enemy combatants’ blood now concealing the creeping warmth on his cheeks.

“Don’t tell me you’re backing out.”

He huffed in annoyance at your teasing words. “I’m not.” He wanted to. He really did. This was humiliating, both to his pride and to his reputation. He’d rather fucking die than to be caught in this predicament because of you. “Are you sure?” You leaned back, resting against the couch.

“I mean, I’m not saying that you can’t handle this. But don’t you feel a little conscious?” You shrugged, not waiting for a response, “Not even for your reputation?” A hint of a smirk playing on your lips as you watched his growing anger in the form of his balled fists. It was amusing to see the Keegan P. Russ crumble in need. Even worse, for his enemy.

“Shut the fuck up.” He gritted his teeth.

“Or what?” His hand flew to grab the gun in your hand, but you quickly slapped it away. “Nice try.” It wasn’t a compliment. A sarcastic response to get under his skin further. He knows you enough to realize that you weren’t going to allow him to forget this unfolding situation. There was a high chance he was going to regret this, but he wanted to indulge his fantasies of with you, at least for a little while.

He shouldn’t be down on his knees, on a dirty old carpet, in an abandoned safe house. Especially not with you, a man who’s attempted to kill him and his team several times. Not to mention that you’re the same man who has been wanted by him the police for months.

Wanted in which way, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he wanted — no, that’s not quite right — needed you right now.

“Get it over with.”

You sighed, “You’re so impatient.” Taking out the magazine, you inspected the amount of bullets inside before returning it to the chamber. Switching off the safety, you pointed it at him. His breath hitched, the muzzle centered to his forehead. You were right; he was impatient. It didn’t help that you were mere seconds away from giving him what he wants.

“Your mask,” You reminded, softly, “Can you take it off for me?” He let out a huff, like he was going to decline but his hand rose. Unsure gloved fingers dipped underneath his shirt, the digits meeting fabric as he pulled it off of his head. There he was. Identity bare for someone who shouldn’t see the real him. As soon as the balaclava was on the floor, you trailed the muzzle down his face. He tensed, eyes wide. “What are you—?”

Quickly, his lips bumped against the front sight and you pushed it inside. He instinctively swallowed around the barrel, the taste and wide intrusion leading him to gag slightly.

“Mffh- mmhf? Mhg...” He attempted, even though the gun prevented him to properly speak.

You didn’t take it out, sliding it in further. Focus intent on the way he struggled to sit still and adjust. He shifted his position in discomfort, thighs rubbing against each other to try to soothe the ache in between his legs. His body was betraying him, cock growing hard inside the confines of his pants. He could easily stop you, but he didn’t want to. He was willingly submitting.

The sound of your tongue clicking snapped him out of his short daze, “Poor baby,” you shook your head in mock disappointment. “You’re not even afraid to have your head blown off?” It was a rhetorical question, not that he was going to answer. The letters he learned were turning into complete mush. “I would’ve done this with you sooner if I knew that you were so willing to just... take it.”

Saliva built in his mouth, trickling out of the corner. He was fucking drooling. “You’re better like this.”

He shook his head the best he could. “No?” You chuckled, drawing the gun back. “C’mon. Use your words.” His gaze hardened, but his body was a traitor to his emotions. A glare set in his eyes yet he had a tent in his pants and a blush on his cheeks. Hips rutting into nothing.

“I’m not—”

You shove it back in.

“Not what?”

Deity forgive him, he didn’t know if he hated that fact about you. Unbearable — that’s what he uses to describe you. Unbearable and cruel. A know-it-all. He could never tell you that. Not with the gun harshly pushing back and forth in his mouth, at least.

It was downright sinful.

Sinful, with the sounds that his throat was making. The muzzle poking at the back. He shouldn’t have a loaded firearm on his tongue. Not with you, a criminal that should be locked behind bars, treating it like it was your cock. Your treatment was rough, giving him little to no time to breathe. It felt uncomfortable, but so disgustingly good at the same time. This was your gun. The aftermath will have him lingering on your mind.

He shouldn’t want to be on your mind.

But he just can’t help it. He does have self-control, but you seem to simply take it away. He nearly smiles at the thought of you trying to come up with an excuse to why your gun was wet at the edges, maybe you’d forget to clean it, maybe you don’t even want to. Unknowingly, his hand wandered up to your belt. Shaky fingers took it off, achingly slow.

He finally pulled down your pants. A moan slipping into the muzzle as he wished that it was you in his mouth instead. But he had to wait. He wrapped his hand around the base, stroking it in a lazy manner. His eyes were hazy, throat for sure sore, and sweat on his skin. You bucked your hips into his palm, watching as he gags on your gun. Suddenly, a loud moan erupted from him, muffled. A wet patch forming on the crotch of his pants.

Fucking hell. You pant, currently in disbelief —

“Did you just cum?”

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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rottingparts · 11 months

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Confessions

[Mirage x Human!AFAB!Reader]

Summary: Mirage wants to take you out, and not with a sniper.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+, MINORS DNI!! Human/Alien Robot Relations, mentions of clit, grinding, size difference, bruising, marking up (but not on purpose) (please let me know if i missed something! Sometimes my brain thinks it typed it out or i just miss it in general, it's not on purpose i promise!)

A/N: There is no use of pronouns! Reader is AFAB, but is written GN. This was supposed to be like, multiple characters separately, but this got a little long and i didn't wanna write the other two this long as well, so I'm posting this one by itself. I also kinda wanna do one with potentially a male reader?? Give me your thoughts🔫 -Rot

It started with a ‘I know a place’ and ended with you hopping into Mirage and going to wherever it was he wanted to take you.

The two of you wound up in some secluded area, on a hill, overlooking the sunset below you. Mirage’s door opened and you scooted out. You looked at the scenery before you and gasped. It was astounding, beautiful, and most definitely breathtaking.

“How do you know about this place?”

Mirage waved his hand, “Ah, it’s-” He seemed to not be able to come up with anything, “Noah told me about it.”

“Of course,” You smiled at Mirage, “I should have known you wouldn’t know any cool New York places on your own.”

Mirage feigned being hurt, touching his chest and giving a slight gasp. “I’m trying to spend time with you, and you say that?”

You rolled your eyes playfully and sat down in the grass, looking at the pink and orange sky above you. You lied down and closed your eyes. You sighed and heard movement beside you. You peeked over and saw Mirage sitting beside you. He was watching you, thinking. You didn’t know about what, but you could see he was thinking hard.

“Y’know…” Mirage started, shifting where he sat, “This is probably not a good time,” he rambled on, “stop me if it isn’t,” he put one of his servos up, “but, you’re really beautiful, and I can’t stop thinking about you- I think the team gets mad with how much I talk about you-”

“Mirage-”

“Now, I understand if you don’t think the same thing-”

“Mirage!” You almost shouted. He stopped. “I think- I feel the same.”

“You think you do?” His optic ridges furrowed. He sounded worried.

“No! I know I do.” You smiled at him. “Um, this is embarrassing-”

“Oh trust me,” Mirage shook his head, “It isn’t.”

You paused, “No, it is. I think about you a lot. A lot more than I, uh, probably should.”

Mirage, growing intrigued, gave you a curious look. “Oh? What do you think about? I need every detail.”

Your eyes widened. “No you don’t. All you need to know is I feel the same, and maybe then some.” You were fidgeting, playing with the grass beneath you.

Mirage’s fingers met your face, and he gently, very gently, tilted it towards him. Your eyes met his blue optics and your stomach dropped. A heat pooled between your legs and you tensed. ‘Now is not the time,’ you shouted at yourself. Your breath caught in your throat.

“I’ll tell you what I’ve been thinking, but you gotta go first.” He inched closer to you, “I don’t want my thoughts to be too weird.”

You nodded, “Okay,” your palms hit your thighs and anxiously rub down them. Mirage was still keeping you looking at him, and as soon as you closed your eyes and inhaled, Mirage was quick to ask you to keep your eyes on him. You looked back at him, “For starters, I think about you a lot at night. I think about your voice, your… servos?” You asked, pointing at them, and he nodded, “I think about what they would feel like against my skin.”

Mirage’s ego was being inflated at a speed unknown to man, “Well, you don’t have to wonder any longer.” He smirked. “I’ll share now!” He seemed excited to tell you after you shared your thoughts, “I think about how soft you would be. Your skin, oh especially your lips-”

You, without thinking, interrupted him, “Would you like to figure that out?”

Mirage cocked an optic ridge at you, “Which one?”

“Both,” You whispered, voice barely audible. Mirage was stuck. Did he think he’d get this far? Not really. “You can kiss me…”

Mirage was on you instantly. Your warm hands went to his face and cupped it. His lips pressed to yours and your stomach turned with excitement. You pulled away, faster than Mirage would have liked and he pouted at you.

“No one is gonna come up here?” There was a desire in your eyes that Mirage could not get enough of. As soon as he shook his head, you nodded. “Can I-” You motioned towards his lap. He moved back from you, sitting directly on the grass and patted his thigh. You crawled onto him and started to kiss him once more.

Mirage grabbed at your waist, dragging you up his thigh slightly, causing you to moan. Mirage took this as a chance to happily stick his tongue into your mouth. You gasped, eyes widening and fingers tensing on his face.

Mirage’s tongue explored your mouth and you rocked on his thigh. That elicited another moan from you and you felt Mirage smile. Mirage moved his leg, picking it up and dropping it, causing you to fall with it as you tried to grind against him. You whined and pulled away from Mirage. He gave you an innocent look, acting as if he didn’t just do that.

With brows furrowed, you huffed at him, “Mirage,” You whined out his name.

“Oh~” He smiled, “I can definitely get used to hearing that!”

“Come on! You’re not gonna leave me high and dry are you?” It was your turn to look at him innocently.

Mirage was melting under your stare. He could have sworn his spark stopped. “How do you wanna do this?” He was folding already. “I mean, I think you’re too small for my spike…”

You bit your lip, thinking, “I could-” You couldn’t articulate your words properly, “I want us to both feel good.”

You saying that was all Mirage needed to hear. Before you knew it you were half naked, and Mirage had his spike out. Your shirt was still on, but your bottoms were thrown by Mirage to the side. You had asked him to not destroy them. He proved to be a good listener.

Mirage positioned you against his spike. He leaned back, keeping you steady, and watching you as you started to move. Since you were quite a bit smaller than Mirage, and knew you could not feasibly take his spike, he had decided it would be best for the both of you if you just would grind against it.

You started to move, pushing yourself along the spike. As you reached the head of it, your thighs would tense together and you could feel Mirage twitching under you. You would slide back down his spike, your clit rubbing against it. You let out a loud moan and cried out Mirage’s name.

“Fuck,” You whined as you hand grabbed for Mirage’s forearm, keeping yourself upright. Your legs were going to be sore the next day. But at that moment you did not care. As you pushed yourself up and slid your way back down Mirage’s spike again, you were getting closer and closer to release. “Baby,” You whimpered, “I’m gonna-”

As soon as you said ‘baby’ Mirage was close to losing it. His hips bucked upwards and you were sure the noise he made was going to be heard a mile away. His grip on you tightened and you came hard and fast, all over his spike. You did not stop grinding against him though, not until Mirage came himself.

You watched as Mirage’s optics seemed to fizzle out, he seemed to be short circuiting momentarily. When he whimpered you were sure you could orgasm again just from that alone. Transfluid came from his spike and your grinding began to slow.

“Don’t-” Mirage’s optics were blue again, and staring straight at you, “Don’t stop.”

“Mirage,” Your voice was soft as you were growing tired, “I’m too sensitive.”

Mirage seemed to realize his grip on you was not as soft as it once was and he let go, letting you slide down onto his leg. When you felt him lift your shirt and you heard him let out a little gasp you looked down at your side. You noticed a bruise forming, one that resembled a not so small hand, and you felt yourself snort.

“This isn’t funny!” Mirage was not laughing, “I hurt you!”

“Mirage,” You reassured him, trying to steady yourself on his thigh, “it’s a bruise, it’s gonna heal. The way you held me was kinda hot, anyway.” Mirage was conflicted. “Let’s just hope the others don’t see it…”

Something clicked, “Wait, if they do see it, they’ll know-” Mirage looked ecstatic.

“Mirage! I am not going to show off this bruise so everyone knows that I was with you.” You shook your head. “But-” You put a finger up, “If someone asks I won’t deny it…”

#valveplug #tf mirage #rotb mirage #mirage #mirage smut #mirage x reader #transformers smut #transformers x reader

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3-dsimp · 1 year

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What would the members of the hitman team do when someone hurts their darling? I’m really loving the series!

The Hacker is the type to let them live, while making them regret it.

He will take a deep dive into the offenders personal data, tallying up all the receipts needed to wreak havoc upon their social life so much so that they’d need to create a whole new identity and move to a different country to escape the pure violation.

The Strategiest is the type to take away everything from them and make them repent.

He will go out of his way to plan their downfall from sabotaging family ties, romantic relationships, and their whole career. He won’t stop until he’s taken everything that they held dear. He’ll make them write an apology letter to his dear coffee bean until their hands are littered with paper cuts.

The Sniper is the type to kill them when they least expect it.

He wants to make sure the harasser of his crush suffers for the unforgivable action they taken against his love. So when they’re using the bathroom, pleasuring themselves, or just sleeping Sniper will fire multiple shots into their body and watch in satisfaction as they bleed out to death.

The Medic is type to accidentally kill them.

He’s displeased that someone other than him made his nurse cry so in retaliation he simply wanted to have a lil bit of fun with his newfound test subject of which he had the Torturer secure for him. Unfortunately, they died due to an overdose of harmful chemicals/substances.

The Enforcer is the type to give them a “friendly” warning

It depends on how much of a bother they’ve been to his lil spark he’ll either intimidate them to stay away from his darling or beat them half to death with his meaty fists.

The Torturer is the type to take the quote “eye for an eye” in a literal sense severing up body parts as an means to an end

Oh they cursed out his darling then surely they won’t be needing that vile tongue of theirs anymore. Whichever limb the offender used to harass his sunshine Best believe they won’t ever be present on their body again.

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