#spy x you

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, soldier, medic, and spy

↳ warnings: mentions of surgery and alcohol

↳ song: runaround sue—dion

masterlist | commissions | carrd

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭

• He’s such a doofus. It takes him at least a month to pick up on it

• The entire time you’re flirting or making moves on him, he’ll jokingly reciprocate it under the impression that you’re just joshing around

• It takes one of the other team members approaching him for the mercenary to realize what was actually going on

• “Son.” Engineer had sighed as he stood in the doorway to Scout’s very messy room, “You do realize they like you?”

• Scout’s very dismissive and red faced about it

• “What? Psh. Stop messing with me, Engie. Don't you have sentries to build or somethin’?”

• The second Engineer leaves, he’s practically tearing up his room in a tirade of emotions

• Overthinks the past few months with you way too much. Practically wears a spot into the floor from all the nervous pacing he does

• In the end, Scout confronts you to ask you out

• Tries to be formal, but we all saw how that turned out with Miss Pauling. Eventually just gives up on trying to be suave— and not succeeding —to blurt out what he’s thinking

• “So, uh, yeah. I’m not so. Er. Good at this sappy stuff, but there’s a Tom Jones museum I think we could go check out. Together.” Scout pauses, accent only getting thicker with worry, “Alone. Y’know?”

• Over the moon when you say yes. All nerves dissipate and are immediately replaced with a cross between a smug and relieved victory

• If you look close enough at his ears, they’re a little pink

𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫

• If he hasn’t known you for long, Soldier will actually just chalk your actions up to being a communist spy

• A very exasperated Demoman had to get Miss Pauling to bring in heavily classified paperwork on you just to prove to him you weren’t a commie

• “Very well maggot! I’ll believe you— for now! Sleep with one eye open!” Soldier had barked, slamming down your file on the dining room table as a tired Pauling watched. You noted that the papers were upside down, and you doubt he even read them. Or that he could read

• He’s very blunt with everything. Words, actions, emotions, etc. Doesn’t understand why other people can’t just do the same. It would make conversation so much easier to him

• So he’s not oblivious to your attention per se. Just very curious, I suppose

• It takes maybe less than two weeks after the Communist Incident, as Demo had dubbed it, for him to corner you

• “Maggot! Do you find me attractive?” He demanded

• You’d been eating breakfast at the time, and almost choked to death on your laughter at the question

• “Short answer, yes.” You gasped through wheezy laughter, the volume only increasing at the frown on Soldiers face. “Follow up question; is that really how you just asked if I had a crush on you?”

• Nods and booms back that he thinks you’re also easy on the eyes. Proposes the idea of doing a training course with you sometime. Breaks out into a crooked grin when you accept

• “Excellent! I expect you up at oh five hundred for the course tomorrow!” He saluted you, which was Soldier equivalent to a bone crushing hug of respect

• You returned it, and missed the way his eyes crinkled with happiness behind the brim of his helmet

𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

• Always so consumed in his work that he probably just ends up finding out from Archemedies

• The birds had always been allowed to rest on your shoulder while he performed risqué experiments on you, acting as a distraction from the feeling of someone sifting around in your guts

• I guess the dove had picked up on one too many looks you’d tossed the ex-doctors way

• To this day, no one can understand how the two of them can communicate, but one thing leads to another and suddenly Medic is looming in your doorframe silently

• “What’s up, doc?” You’d greeted him with a Bug’s Bunny quote and a grin. Medics lips only twitched up slightly as he pushed his glasses back up the brim of his nose

• “A little bird told me zhat someone has a crush, ja?” He barreled right into the topic, leaving no room for you to prepare for the sudden accusation. Medics scrutinizing gaze didn’t miss the way your eyes glanced in the direction of his lab, no doubt silently cursing Archemedies

• “No need to fear, freund.” He unclasped his gloved hands from behind his back and approached you. “I simply am here to offer you a deal.”

• Turns out the deal was a chance talk over cheap beer in his office. Pretty rare, considering how much of his time Medic chose to dedicate to work

• “I’ll take it.” You shook his hand, briefly noting how large it seemed even when compared to you

• “Vunderbar, mein schatz.” Medic smiled gently, leaving you to wonder what he had just said

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• There is no hiding when it comes to this French fuck

• Spy immediately picks up on every glance. Every chance of avoided eye contact and unnecessary clearing of a throat

• Suddenly he seems to be a lot more talkative towards you than normal. Hanging out by your side at gatherings rather than a dark corner with cigarette smoke curling around his head

• Fleeting touches slowly begin to sprinkle themselves in between conversation. A hand on the shoulder here, and a brief touch to the pulse point there

• The first time he did the latter, he noticed how fast your heart was beating and couldn’t stop himself from letting out a slight chuckle

• If he was nicer, Spy would definitely take action and approach your first. In fact, sometimes he almost finds himself wanting to

• But the man knows how people work. If you truly wanted to pursue him, you would come around eventually. No point in making rash decisions. He was a patient man, after all

• A small part of his ego preened at the thought of making you work for it

• And come around you did eventually did

• Finds himself opening the door to his smoking room one late night only to be met with the image of a very frazzled looking you

• You rush out something about a date too fast for his ears to catch. Spy is simply too busy letting his eyes roam over your casual cloathing and slight fidgeting. The crooning of an old French record plays from behind him as he blinks down at you

• “Would you like to come in?” He finally sighs out, opening the door a little wider in the form of an invitation

• By the time you manage to get inside, you notice he already had a wine glass set out for you

#tf2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 x y/n #scout #scout x reader #scout x you #scout x y/n #soldier #soldier x reader #soldier x you #soldier x y/n #medic #medic x reader #medic x you #medic x y/n #spy #spy x reader #spy x you #spy x y/n #x reader #headcanons

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 8: Pleasure Scene (Overstimulation)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Spy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spy shows you there’s more than one way to he dominated.

Tags: Overstimulation, bondage, scene negotiation, toys, sub/dom, aftercare

Word Count: 3.5k

The Masterlist

“So, what would you like me to do to you?”

Spy spoke so casually, no matter the subject. Even when delivering one-liners in battle, he could almost come off as bored. Perhaps it was an intimidation tactic that he didn't know how to turn off. Whatever it was, it certainly didn’t make it any easier for you to figure out his true intentions.

“Are you trying to tease me?” you asked, prepared to get up and leave if this whole thing turned out to be some joke at your expense.

“Not at all,” he said, lighting a cigarette before offering one to you. You declined, but something about the gesture seemed genuine enough to make you believe him. “I simply want to figure out what you would like to get out of this experience.”

You furrowed your brow. This was strange. That was the only way you could describe it. Everything about this situation was incredibly strange. When you first took this job, you never imagined that it would lead you here- sitting in Spy’s smoking room, negotiating a scene.

A few nights ago, somewhere between your fourth and fifth glass of wine, you had brought up the possibility of letting Spy dominate you. No, that was an understatement- you outright asked for Spy to dominate you. He was handsome, charismatic, and you knew you would enjoy being under his control. You woke up in your bed the next day, a blanket haphazardly thrown over you, and before the regret could even set in, Spy came to your room asking if you were serious. Sure enough, the scenario that you outlined through a slurred, drunken confession was just as alluring to your sober self.

“I don’t like pain,” you finally said, deciding to focus on what you definitely didn’t want before trying to determine what you did.

Spy nodded, taking a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaling the smoke. “How about pleasure?” he asked, tilting his head inquisitively.

“Well, obviously, but how are you going to dominate me with that?” you asked. “Don’t you need to, I don’t know, spank me or something?”

“Not at all. Domination comes in many different forms, ma chérie. We can work with pleasure alone.” The gears were already turning in Spy’s head, the perfect framework beginning to take shape in his mind. “Since this is your first time, we could use that as a jumping off point and simply see where the scene takes us.”

You liked that idea, finding some relief in no longer having the pressure of needing to plan out every detail from scratch. “Yeah, that sounds good,” you said, allowing yourself a soft smile. Spy mirrored your expression, taking a final drag before snuffing his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray.

“Have you picked a safeword?”

The question caught you off guard. “Oh, um- I hadn’t thought of one. How about red? Like a stoplight.”

“Perfect,” Spy said. “Many people use the stoplight system. It is easily memorized.”

The spotlight system? You hadn't even known that was a thing until Spy explained it. He stood up, beckoning for you to follow him. You were led into an offshoot of his smoking room that you had never noticed before. “Oh, wow.”

“Much nicer than a simple barracks, isn’t it, my dear?” Spy made a long, sweeping motion as he showed off his private quarters, much of which he had clearly taken the time to renovate and redecorate to his own tastes. It was like a room in a fancy hotel. That said, what surprised you the most was the massive wooden X-shaped cross that stood against the far wall, adjacent to the bed.

“So you’ve done this before?” you asked, grinning playfully. He chuckled in response.

“I have entertained a few ladies in my time. And men on occasion. Although, all that was before I took up mercenary work.” Spy glanced back at you with a smirk. “This is a Saint Andrew’s cross. It has not seen use in quite a while. I do believe you voiced some interest in bondage during our little wine induced chat, oui?”

“Yeah,” you said, blushing hard. “I sure did.”

“Would you be open to being bound to this, ma chérie?” Spy asked, motioning at the cross, which you now noticed had cuffs affixed to the top. You nodded, biting your lip nervously. “Good, but we are getting ahead of ourselves. First, I would like you to undress.”

You didn’t hesitate, stripping layers of clothing from yourself. The room was a pleasant temperature, not too cold for you. If anything it was a little warm, although that may have just been the blush in your cheeks. Once all your clothes were in a pile on the floor, Spy approached you, looking you up and down with a hungry gaze. You held your breath when he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from your face. “Si belle,” he whispered. You could tell from his tone that it was a compliment.

Then, he was all business once again. “Alright, let us go over the bindings.” He guided you towards the cross, showing you how to stand against it. “I will only cuff your hands tonight. Let me know if it’s uncomfortable.”

The leather was surprisingly soft, attached to the upper corners of the cross by short chains. You tugged on them experimentally once you were secure. Everything seemed to be in order.

“Are you ready, mon ange?”

You glanced away from the cuffs and to him. His gaze was soft when it met yours. You swallowed hard, steeling your nerves one last time. “Yes sir.”

Spy took a liking to that title immediately. “Let’s start with something simple.” He turned to a nondescript dresser drawer, opening it and retrieving a small, but powerful little device. The wand toy felt lightweight in his hand, far from the bulky structure one would usually expect from a wand. “Ah yes, this will do nicely.”

With a click of a button, the toy buzzed to life. The vibrations seemed so loud, or perhaps you were just very focused on the toy. ‘That’s for me,’ you thought. ‘That’s going to be used on me.’

“I’ll press this against you, right here,” Spy said, dragging out the last two words as he slid a gloved finger over your slit. It came back slick, your arousal glistening on the leather. “Already so wet. You really need this, don’t you?”

“Yes sir!” you cried. You were far less shy about begging now.

Spy grinned wordlessly and pressed the wand against you. Immediately, you bucked against the toy, the vibrations coursing through you. “I wonder if you’ve ever felt so much pleasure that your mind went blank.” He circled your clit slowly watching your hips twitch sporadically.

“I don’t think so,” you stammered between moans.

“You are about to, ma chérie.”

His voice, low and sultry, sent a shiver up your spine. The vibrator felt so good when it was pressed firmly between your legs, massaging you perfectly. The pleasure was building fast. You had never gotten this close so quickly before.

“I want you to come for me,” Spy said. He had been watching your body language. It was obvious that you were about to fall apart.

“Already?” You looked up at him, a hint of confusion slipping through your blissed out expression.

“You agreed to be dominated by me, darling. Tonight, you will do what I want.” Spy leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “And I want you to come.”

Well, you had agreed to follow his every order. If he wanted you to come already, who were you to deny him, or yourself? You let your orgasm overtake you, warmth spreading throughout your body, muscles tightening, and soft moans spilling past your lips. You came down from your high, relaxed and dazed, as per usual, ready to bask in the afterglow, only for you to notice something strange.

The vibrator wasn’t moving. It remained steadfast against your clit, circling the bundle of nerves. “Spy- uh, sir!” You quickly corrected yourself. “Um, I finished...”

“I know.”

You blinked at him, his answer only inspiring more confusion. “Sir- Oh fuck! You can move the toy now!” Your voice was starting to betray a hint of desperation. You started to squirm, trying and failing to pull away from the relentless buzzing.

Spy looked deep in thought for a moment before he shook his head. “Non, I don’t think I will.”

“Shit,” you cursed through gritted teeth. You tried to keep your voice down but as the overstimulation really began to set in, it became a futile effort. You shuddered against the cross, torn between trying to pull away and trying to press yourself harder against the vibrator.

“I am going to wring every last orgasm I can from you. This will be so fun, darling.” A look of realization passed over you and Spy chuckled. “Now you are beginning to understand. You have never had pleasure used like this, have you? To make you submit.”

You shook your head, whimpering a soft “no sir” before your words once again became an incoherent string of moans. Every so often an intelligent word or two could be discerned, such as a final plea for mercy. “Please, it’s too much!”

“You can take it. You want to be good for me, don’t you?” Spy asked. You nodded despite the tears welling in your eyes. A faint click could be heard above the buzzing, the sound of Spy pressing a button on the toy. The vibrations intensified.

“I’m- fuck! I’m still really sensitive!” you whined, as if your complaints would bring any relief. Your legs were beginning to buckle. Thankfully you had the wrist cuffs to keep you from falling to the floor, especially when you felt Spy’s fingers brushing against your inner thigh.

“Let’s see how wet you’ve become,” he mused, slipping his fingers inside you with little resistance. You gasped at this new sensation, a welcome distraction from the relentless stimulation of the vibrator. You bit your lip hard, trying to keep your reactions in check, only for Spy to immediately bring your barriers crashing down. “You can moan for me, ma chérie. I want to hear you sing. Let me know how good it feels to have this toy pressed against your clit while my fingers pump in and out of you.”

He curled his fingers inside you, brushing against your sweet spot. You saw stars, cursing as Spy repeated that action. He was definitely aware that he found a good spot. The build up was sudden this time, an unexpected rush that barely warned of your imminent climax.

“It feels so fucking good! I’m-” you stammered uselessly, trying to say something coherent.

“You’re getting so close, I can feel it.” Spy crooked his fingers, making a come hither motion that stroked just the right spots inside you. “Come again, ma chérie.”

You wouldn’t have been able to disobey him even if you wanted to. With the dual stimulation both inside and out, you didn’t stand a chance. Your orgasm came hard, much more intense than before. Your muscles went taut and the cry that slipped past your lips seemed almost inhuman. You were still shuddering with the aftershocks when Spy pulled away. Even in the ambient light of his bedroom, you could see how his fingers and the toy glistened with your release. Your eyes widened in surprise. Fuck, you had never come hard enough to do that before.

“How are you holding up?” Spy asked, speaking as casually as if he was asking about the weather.

“This…” you began, before faltering, taking a moment to catch your breath. “This is amazing.”

Spy chuckled, taking in the vision before him. Oh, you were gone. Your eyes were glazed over with a dazed expression. You seemed far away, out of body, the poster-child of subspace. It was impressive that you had made it this far, especially given that this was your first scene.

It seemed submission came naturally to you, and Spy wondered just how deep you could go, how far he could push you. “I would like one more from you,” he whispered,

You snapped to attention, looking up at him with an expression he couldn’t quite place. It reminded him of a puppy, always so eager to please, although there was a hint of nervousness there too. “Are we going to…” you trailed off, not sure how to put it delicately. Then again, at this point, was there even a reason to try to put things delicately? Luckily, Spy seemed to understand.

“No, I’m not going to fuck you, not during your first scene.”

You didn’t know why hearing Spy use such vulgar language startled you. For some reason you had always taken him as the type of man to use some frilly, vanilla term for sex, like ‘making love.’ Then again, you kind of detested that term, so this was better. Besides, what you were doing right now certainly wasn’t vanilla by any means.

“Now, what do we have here?” You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of Spy’s voice. He was muttering to himself, back at the dresser once again, searching around in the same drawer. His eyes lit up when he finally found what he was looking for. “Let’s see how you handle this, my dear!”

Spy turned around to reveal a small, curved object. It was sleek and black. He held the toy in one hand and in the other he held a matching remote. “Fuck,” you whispered, feeling your arousal start to build again, even though your legs were still shaking from your previous orgasms.

“I’m guessing you know what this does?” Spy asked, smirking as he approached you. He fiddled with the remote, rubbing his thumb over the buttons as if he was itching to press them.

“Yes.” Your eyes were glued to the toy. With the way it was curved and shaped, it was obviously meant for dual stimulation. “It goes inside me.”

“You sound scared.” Spy paused, looking you over, eyes peeled for any sign of discomfort. “Can you truly handle this, ma chérie?”

“I can keep going! I want to keep going!” you responded quickly, eagerly tilting your hips forward as best as you could while still being restrained.

Spy chuckled, now reassured that the tremble in your voice was not from fear, but rather anticipation. “Very well. Allow me to just…” He trailed off as he slid the toy into you, listening to your whimpers. It was obvious that you were still quite sensitive. The toy sat snug within you, pressing against your g-spot while the smaller part curved up to rest on your clit. “Perfect. Now, let’s turn this on.”

Your reaction was immediate, feeling the toy buzz to life both inside and outside of you. A soft, keening noise caught your attention, only for you to realize that you were the one making those sounds. You had officially given up on trying to stay quiet. Your only focus now was the deep, heavy breaths that you sucked in between moans, trying and failing to keep your breathing steady as your body was ravished by the tiny device within you.

“You make such cute noises,” Spy crooned, reaching out to stroke your cheek. He smiled when you nuzzled against his hand, eager for his touch. “That’s it darling. Let it all out. No one will hear you except for me.”

Your moans resembled sobs, but your lips were still curved upwards into a giddy smile, and you hadn’t said your safeword. The only words you had said were the occasional curse or desperate cry of Spy’s name. You really were a sight to behold, writhing on the cross, legs shaking with little muscle tremors, jolting and pulling against the cuffs even as they held fast. It was a struggle for Spy to ignore his own excitement, reminding himself that this was for you.

He sated himself with the feeling of your body beneath his palms. A hand ran up your side, and you shivered when it reached your breast. You arched into his touch, showing that you were receptive. He caressed you gently, marveling at how soft and pliable you were beneath his hands. You were so responsive too, still loud as ever, but even so, Spy took notice when your moans suddenly rose in pitch. Your eyes went wide, fixed on some point beyond the two of you.

“Do you feel it building again?” Spy asked, although he didn’t expect a response from you in this state. He could practically see your mind going numb and fuzzy. “Good, that’s my beautiful girl.”

The shaking that was initially confined to your legs had spread to your whole body. What was once a pleasant, warm arousal now felt like a raging fire. You were burning up and loving every second of it. You were just barely aware of Spy speaking to you, his voice seeming far away.

“I rather like this side of you. A pleasure-drunk mess, coming undone over and over again.” He had backed away, and you had just enough awareness to whine at the loss of contact. Spy now paced back and forth in front of the cross, watching you with a wide grin. “You can’t help yourself, can you? Isn’t it nice to just lose yourself?”

Nice was an understatement. It was euphoric. You could get addicted to this feeling. Another orgasm set your nerves on fire, but you didn’t even have the energy to writhe anymore. All that your body could manage was a few involuntary twitches. Even your moans were reduced to pathetic little whimpers.

“That’s it, come nice and hard. Such an obedient little ange.” Spy wasn’t sure you were even present enough to hear him. You did have a dazed smile on your lips though, so he guessed you got the gist of it. He reached out and removed the toy, trying his best to be gentle. Almost any sensation would feel overwhelming for you right now. You were barely holding your own weight up, and Spy knew that when he undid the cuffs, you would drop. “I’m going to unfasten the straps now. Lean on me.”

Sure enough, you practically fell onto Spy. He held you upright with his arms wrapped awkwardly around your waist, guiding your nearly limp body to the bed that was thankfully only a few feet away. You laid there, looking like a proper mess. Your face was streaked with tears, and you were shivering. It was obvious that you had been through something intense. Pleasureable, but intense.

“Here, for the cold. Your body temperature may drop suddenly after running high for so long.” Spy draped a plush blanket over you. A bottle of water was also pressed into your hands. “You must drink, darling. This will help you come down from the high. I don’t want you to crash.”

“Crash?” you whispered, your voice slightly strained from how loud you had been.

Spy nodded. “Hormones are fickle things. All those endorphins need to even out. You may feel anxious, guilty, or even scared.”

Ah, so this was aftercare. You took a sip of water, which quickly turned into you chugging half the bottle. Fuck, you were thirsty. Apparently sobbing through multiple orgasms could be quite dehydrating. Spy sat beside you on the bed, smiling as you curled up beneath the blanket.

“So, what did you think, ange?”

“It was nice, really nice,” you said, trying to put your feelings into words. “I didn’t realize how intense things would get, but I liked it.” You fiddled with the edges of the blanket before bringing a hand up to your face, feeling some residual dampness on your cheeks. Your smile dropped slightly. “Is it weird that I cried? I didn’t even realize I was doing it at the time.”

“Not at all. It’s a very common response to overstimulation, actually.” Spy said. That made you feel a little better.

“Could you hold me?” you asked suddenly, reaching your arms out. “Just for a bit.”

“Darling, I’ll hold you all night if that is what you desire.” He scooped you up, letting your body lean on his and making sure you were still wrapped up nicely in the blanket. Your body felt heavy as you melted into his embrace. Spy smiled down at you. “You look as if you could fall asleep right here.”

“Is that alright?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream of kicking you out now,” Spy said, sounding baffled at the very concept. He ran a hand over your back as you made yourself comfortable, your eyes already drifting shut. “Sleep well, ange.” After a few minutes, Spy sat up, making sure not to stir you from your slumber. He had promised to hold you close for the night, and he would, but there was some clean up to be done first. He got to work, knowing that the sooner he finished the sooner he could rejoin you, safe and secure in his bed.

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #team fortress 2 #cross posted on ao3 #tf2 #tf2 spy #spy tf2 #heavy team fortress 2 #spy team fortress #spy team fortress 2 #spy x reader #spy x you

[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

[batcows]

I cant stop thinking about Yor Forger, THEE character of all time. she's the country's greatest assassin. she's a dumbass. she has a drinking problem. she does parkour. she's married to a complete stud. she has never kissed. she can't cook for shit. she loves her daughter more than anything. she will kill again.

#baby angel sugar pie honey bunch i adore you so #spy x family #yor forger

[yourstomine]

when i say everybody, i'm actually referring to me.

#spy x family #damianya #my art #my first time drawing damian.... auhgh #this was supposed to be a full drawing but i gave up HAHA #you can tell. maybe #anya forger #damian desmond

[postpendulum]

Damian's new classmate was what most people would deem as strange, Damian however could not see him as anything other than suspicious. Daniel Knight had joined in the midst of the school year, claiming to have moved here with his father Fredric Knight (first area of suspicion, a parent willingly moving both them and their child to Gotham) for a new start following his fathers divorce. The boy was reclusive when not spoken to directly, however he would not stop talking when a topic of his interest would come up. After searching further into his past (as he does with all his classmates) Damian found a relatively normal past, the only outstanding things being a noticeable drop in grades at the beginnings of freshman year relating to an undisclosed accident resulting in lichtenberg scarring starting from Daniels palm, and presumably up his arm being hidden by his sleeve. Apparently this accident left Daniel with irregular tremors and, every once in a blue moon, seizures. Damian had thought about taking this suspicious blockage of information to Tim or the Bat Computer to be bypassed, however the idea of sharing Daniel this cases existence with the rest of his family for some unexplained reason bothered him greatly, so Damian has come to the decision to figure out Knight’s true intentions on his own.

Meanwhile Danny’s just trying to live his new, semi-normal life in peace. After a reveal gone wrong results in some good old vivisection, Jazz Sam and Tucker recruit the help of Clockwork to find Danny a new home, where he can heal from both the physical and mental wounds. Clockwork ends up dumping Danny into the DC universe alongside Fright Knight, who was insistent on going with him, feeling responsible in helping to protect his young prince now since he feels he failed the first time. So with a bit of spacetime razzle dazzle, Tucker messing with stuff he probably shouldn't have messed with and a very tearful goodbye with promises to check in every day, Danny goes off to start his new life as Daniel Knight. It was going ok so far, he took half the year to himself, focusing on healing. Also so Frighty could adjust to the whole pretending to be human thing. Danny doesn't have any friends yet, and to be honest hasn't made the effort to make any (Jazz would be disappointed if she knew that), but there's this one boy in Danny's class who might be even weirder than him. Danny can feel Damian's eyes on him, knows how he follows him around without a sound (Danny really shouldn't be able to tell, he only knows because he isn't fully human(and in a weird way, Danny thinks that's kinda cool)), and whenever they do make eye contact Danny can see and feel the boy fluster and shy away.

Maybe he just needs a friend too.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #danny came up with the name fredric for fright knight #definitely not because that was the first name that came to the author's head #and they were to lazy to come up with anything else #dead serious #damian wayne x danny fenton #dead serious ship #there isnt enough of them #in my humble opinion #they're the whole reason this prompt exist #danny sensing damian literally spying on him: oh he just needs a friend like i do :) #damian realising this: im afrid theres been an error in my judgement #damians down bad nut denys it #like bitch wdym you dont wanna share 🤨 #kinda gay #i say as if im not the one who wrote this #first dp x dc prompt after ive been lurking in the fandom for like #at least half a year now #hope you like 🙏🏼

[1alchemistart]

sillies!!

#spy x family #sxf #damian desmond #anya forger #damianya #my art #fun fact the notebook he's holding was my fav kind of notebook when i was in middle school JSDFKL #my 2 reasons for giving it to him are: its the same color as the sxf volume bgs. and. i really liked it so #i bestowed it upon him w great joy #also THE INTERVIEW WENT WELLLLLL IM IN IM IN AND IM HAPPY ABOUT IT #THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR THE GOOD LUCK WISHES M W A H

[pjs-everyday]

someone: do u watch spy x family?

me: yea, and I’m so normal about it

also me:

🙂🤲❤️

#gonna finally POST the finished second drawing!!!! look out! #you know what Yor deserves to be cuddled lmaoooooooooo #romance is stored in my OTPs I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️ #spy x family #sxf #spy family #twiyor #twiyor month #loidyor #loid x yor #loid x yor art #loid forger #yor briar #yor forger #agent twilight #thorn princess #pjseveryday #illustration #art #anime art #fanart #sketchbook #digital illustration #wip

[killercursor]

NO NO BC,,,LOID FUCKING RELAXED WHEN HE SAW HIS WIFE

HE RELAXED

HE WAS COMFORTABLE ENOUGH TO BE VULNERABLE IN FRONT OF HER

IM FUCKING SCREAMING

#spy x family #loid forger #agent twilight #yor forger #yor briar #yor looks so ethereal in loid's pov #YOU AINT SLICK LOID FORGER I FUCKING SEE YOU

[shobiolovechild]

something so poetic, so cinematic, about this shot

#spy x family #between all people i can only look at you #damianya #anya x damian

[fortist166]

Hope this gets canon cz damn they look too fine to not dance together!

#anya forger #damian desmond #damianya #spy x family #fortist166 #Plz plz plz plz plz!!!!!! #It’s like I’m seeing the preview of their wedding ma heart!!! #Thank you Endo #I’m at a bad place right now so this helps a lot #All hail chapter 95! All hail Eden Ball!

[overlymetaromantic]

*slaps Loid like I’m a salesperson showing off a new car*: you can pack so much anxiety into this one man

#spy x family #loid forger #anya forger #sxf #spy family #loid x yor #yor x loid #twiyor #it's there if you read the text lol #twilight #if you do actually read the text please know I am very impressed #poor loid man he's in the one industry where his constant paranoia is actually justified #I'd say he should see a therapist but considering he's currently impersonating one I don't think it'd actually help #I haven't made multiple fanarts in a row in eons what is this 2017 #let's pretend I can draw

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 29: Overcome (Edging)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Spy x Male!Reader

Summary: Five thousand words of Spy just wrecking the reader.

Tags: Edging, dirty talk, degradation, lube, dom/sub, teasing, oral

Word Count: 5.1k

The Masterlist

You couldn’t quell the sense of apprehension that you felt as you approached Spy’s private quarters. You knew he probably wanted to go over the day's battle- which inevitably devolved into listing each and every misstep you had made. You would be lying if you said it wasn’t a bit discouraging, especially since this had become a near weekly routine.

Perhaps it would be easier if he wasn’t so damn attractive. Spy was a handsome man, even with the mask, you could tell. You wanted to impress him. Unfortunately your attempts to do so often led to the previously mentioned missteps. In your opinion, he could probably be qualified as a workplace hazard with how often he distracted you on the job. Then again, as a mercenary, workplace hazards were pretty much in the job description.

Today you were especially distracted, most likely because your little infatuation was getting worse. You had practically walked right into enemy fire. The fact that Spy had seen it all made you want to die, but then again, respawn would probably just bring you back to face your embarrassment head on.

Well, there was no point in stalling. With a resigned sigh, you entered the room. It was always more organized than you expected. It was definitely tidier than yours, and probably cleaner and more well furnished than any of the other mercenaries’ rooms. The scent of smoke was evident, but not suffocating. Spy was seated on the edge of his bed, and you startled a bit when his eyes met yours.

He wasn’t wearing his mask. You had seen glimpses of Spy without the balaclava before, but they were few and far between. More often than not it was with stolen glances in the showers, which you tried to keep as subtle as possible. You had certainly never had the chance to see him up close like this before. You shook your head, trying to regain some focus.

“You wanted to see me?” You asked, trying not to make it obvious that you were staring. He had the faintest bit of stubble on his face, and you couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to feel it, to simply brush your hand against his cheek. “Look, I know I was really off my game today. I promise I’ll do better next time-”

“That is not what I wanted to discuss, my dear.” Spy cut you off. You were actually thankful to be interrupted, as you knew you would just start rambling if you went on.

“It’s not?” You asked, tilting your head to the side curiously.

“Non, at least, not entirely,” he explained. “It is obvious that you’re quite distracted on the battlefield as of late. I know you have potential. You can improve, yet you make foolish mistakes and take unnecessary risks, and I think I know why.”

“Oh? And why is that?” You asked, feigning interest. It almost sounded as if he was about to give you some half-assed inspirational speech. You couldn’t suppress a smile at the thought of that, almost laughing at the idea of Spy of all people giving a pep talk.

“You have been trying to impress me.”

Your smile dropped as soon as it appeared. Oh. Oh fuck.

“Excuse me?” You tried to stay nonchalant. You must have heard him wrong. You couldn’t possibly be that easy to read, could you?

“You have been trying to impress me,” he repeated, just as clearly as the first time. “You’ve wanted my attention for some time now.”

Your mind was racing as you tried to find a way out of this. Maybe you could still play dumb? You tried to maintain a poker face- which may have worked if it weren’t for the fact that you had never won a poker game in your life.

“It’s not what you think-”

“And before you try to deny it, I’ll have you know that I keep a close eye on everyone in the base.” Spy said, cutting off what would have been a futile attempt at damage control. “I’ve seen you sneaking glances in the showers and the way your face glows red when you notice me watching you on the battlefield. It would be ineffective to lie to me.”

You clenched your jaw in defeat. He was right, and you were irritated that you hadn’t hidden it better. Then again, he was a spy. You should have known you would be figured out eventually. It was frustrating to be read like an open book. But the most frustrating thing by far was that even now, as he called you out like this, you still found him so damn hot.

You were also quite preoccupied with the imminent hard on you were trying not to think about. That was a concern for later, when you were by yourself.

“So what are you trying to say, Spy?” You asked, defeat evident in your voice. “What is this about? Did you just want to humiliate me?”

“I would never, chéri.” Spy looked offended, hurt even, at the idea that you would ask such a question. “What I’m trying to say is, I know what you want, and I am more than willing to give it to you. That is, if you are willing to listen and obey.”

The sense of vulnerability you had been feeling since you entered Spy’s room threatened to boil over. You felt seen. Spy knew that he could have you shuddering beneath his gaze and going weak at the sound of his voice if he tried hard enough. Even now, your head spun at the prospect of what you were being offered, breath quickening and inhaling an intoxicating blend of expensive cigarettes and cologne which permeated the air.

“What would you like me to do?” You asked, cautious, perhaps even a bit hesitant, but willing.

Spy paused, thinking for a moment, as if he hadn’t expected you to submit with such ease. The way he looked at you made you shiver. His eyes were narrowed and focused, like an animal stalking prey.

“I would like you to undress,” he said, finally breaking the silence. You breathed a shaky sigh. You knew that this would likely end with you naked, but you hadn’t expected it to be so immediate, nor did you expect to be commanded to strip in such a matter-of-fact way.

Steeling your nerves, you pulled off your shirt and pants, trying to look as alluring as possible as you did so. Based on the way Spy chuckled, you guessed that your efforts came off as more cute than handsome, but at least it was endearing anyway.

“All the way, darling,” he said when you were nearly done, motioning towards the briefs you had neglected to remove.

You hesitated, realizing for a moment how much power you had given Spy, and even though you could revoke that power at any moment, it still made you nervous. Perhaps that was part of the appeal. You put on a brave face, hooking your fingers into the waistband and dropping the final garment to the floor along with your other clothes.

The way Spy looked you up and down made you feel like some kind of exotic animal, paraded around for his viewing pleasure. It should have felt demeaning, but under his gaze all you felt was excitement. And of course, now that you were naked, there was no way for you to hide the physical evidence of that excitement, save for holding your hands strategically in front of yourself, which was exactly what you opted to do.

“Very nice. Now come here,” Spy finally spoke after what felt like an eternity of simply staring at you. In reality, it had probably lasted for only a few moments, but you were still happy to finally be proceeding. You approached Spy, and he stood for the first time since you entered his room. Still, he looked perfectly relaxed. It was the posture of someone who knew they were in control, who knew they were perfectly capable of drawing you in and bending you to their will.

You gasped softly when he took hold of your wrists, pulling your hands away from where they futilely tried to hide your arousal. You were fully hard at this point, and you hoped that the smirk that spread across Spy’s lips was a sign that he was impressed with what he saw. Silence fell over the two of you again, and again it felt like forever before he finally responded.

“You are quite a sight, mon ange,” he said, barely above a whisper. “I want to touch every inch of you.”

You let him do just that, shuddering as he ran his hands down your sides. The unmistakable texture of leather gloves traced the curvature and edges of your body. His gaze seemed to burn, intense and focused, as if he was looking through you, seeing your every layer, perceiving the deepest details of your being. It took every bit of will you had not to cover yourself again.

For a while you watched his hands to distract yourself from your nervousness. As they traveled over your flesh your eyes followed them. That worked until he brought one of those wandering hands to your chin, tilting your head upward so that you met his eyes. They were alight with lust and something you couldn’t quite place. You didn’t have time to ponder it though, as he leaned in and caught you in a kiss.

You wasted no time kissing back, but it was clumsy, especially compared to Spy’s more experienced movements. His tongue slid against your lips in a silent request for entrance that you gladly gave in to. He explored your mouth skillfully, gradually deepening the kiss. The two of you parted for breath in intervals of only a few seconds before setting upon each other again, rough, needy, and hungry for more.

You didn’t even notice that you were being carefully guided to the bed. Only when Spy pulled away fully did you realize that you were seated on the mattress, gently being pushed backwards.

“Lay back, darling. Relax,” Spy said, grinning as he climbed atop you. Before you could say a word he was pressing his lips against you, from your mouth to your neck and then lower still. You arched up against him, shivering at the feeling of the expensive fabric of his suit against your bare skin.

“Spy, please! Fuck me!” You begged, reaching up and pulling at the lapels in an attempt to get his attention.

“Not yet.” Spy calmly removed your hands, freeing himself from your grasp, which had managed to wrinkle his suit slightly.

He didn't seem to mind, as he immediately proceeded to make his way down your body, kissing over every inch of your skin. You shivered when his touch ghosted over your chest and stomach, growing impatient with the slow pace Spy was taking.

“What are you doing?” You asked, slightly annoyed, although most of that annoyance was smothered by the breathy sound of your voice which you just couldn’t keep steady. You didn’t get an answer, instead feeling the sensation of Spy’s hand gripping your cock without warning. A gasp tore from your throat and looked down, meeting his gaze. He simply glanced back up at you, eyes narrowed deviously.

“I want to taste you.” It was a simple enough statement, and Spy’s desire was evident in the lowering of his voice, an almost growl-like sound permeating his words. It made your breath quicken, and the sensation of his tongue lapping along the underside of your cock certainly didn’t help. You shuddered and tried to hold back any embarrassing sounds with little success. Of course, Spy commented on the strength of your reactions. “So sensitive…”

That was the last thing you heard him say before he took you completely into his mouth. You had to struggle not to immediately buck into that wet warmth. Luckily, Spy held a surprisingly strong grip on your hips to help keep you still. Brief moments of eye contact passed between the two of you as he watched your every response to his actions. You were sure he would be grinning if his mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied.

Seeing Spy perform such debaucherous acts while still dressed to the nines added a certain charm to the experience. Even his gloves were still on, and you felt the leather against your skin every time Spy squeezed your hips in warning, keeping you from thrusting into his mouth. The feeling of the material made you curse under your breath. You had always had a thing for gloves, and it figured that your little kink would rear its head mid-blow job with the man you had been not-so-subtly lusting after since the first day you joined this team.

Your train of thought was cut short as Spy’s tongue slid over the head, lapping at the precum beading there. He was surprisingly skilled with that mouth of his, better than you had expected, and you were already embarrassingly close to coming.

“Spy! Fuck, I’m close!” You moaned, just barely able to warn him before the point of no return. Spy stopped sucking, as you expected, but to your dismay, he didn’t proceed to stroke you to completion. It was especially unfortunate given that the thought of those gloves on such a sensitive area was something you very much wanted to make a reality.

Spy was kissing you again before you had the chance to complain. You gasped in surprise and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Your thoughts went foggy as you tasted yourself on his tongue. His hands started wandering again, eventually running over your chest, brushing against your nipples as they went. You pulled away with a moan, breaking the kiss and causing Spy to look down at you curiously. He ran a thumb over one of your nipples, placing focus on that area briefly before sliding his hand down your side again. This was met with a similar reaction, and a devious grin spread across Spy’s face.

“You like these, don’t you?” Spy asked, raising a gloved hand and flexing his fingers.

“Maybe…” you whispered, not willing to raise your voice any more than you absolutely had to. The way Spy was looking at you was wolf-like, and it made you feel small, like you were completely at his mercy.

“You like the feeling of my gloves against your skin.” This time it was spoken as a statement, clear and precise. “You like it when the leather brushes against you, when I caress you, when I stroke you like this .”

You jolted when you felt Spy’s hand wrap around your cock. The moan you let out was embarrassingly loud, and he hadn’t even moved yet. Spy stifled a laugh, albeit not very well. Of course, you didn't exactly have the time to be self-conscious once he began stroking you.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned as he settled into an agonizingly slow pace.

“That feels quite nice doesn’t it? The leather rubbing against your most sensitive areas, bringing you closer and closer to climax.” Spy’s breath tickled your ear as he leaned in to whisper to you. “Tell me when you’re about to come. I don’t want this to end just yet.”

Honestly, you were lucky you didn’t come right then and there. Somehow you held back, managing to save yourself from even more humiliation. You tried to get ahold of yourself, taking deep breaths and trying to focus on anything other than how good Spy was making you feel.

The leather added an extra element of friction that you found immensely gratifying. The gradual pace at which Spy stroked you kept you right on edge, seeming to extend the pleasure indefinitely. It was when he began to stroke his thumb over the head that you began to lose control.

“Spy!” You stammered, unable to choke out any further warning. Luckily, Spy seemed to get the message, recognizing how your voice shifted in tone and volume when you were about to finish. He ceased his movements, leaving you trembling, any sense of satisfaction having been delayed once again.

“Hands up, against the headboard,” Spy ordered. You obeyed, and before you could get a word out, he had removed his tie and used it to bind your wrists to the bed frame. You glared at him, rapidly losing your patience being teased.

“Oh, don’t pout, mon chéri. We can’t have you touching yourself, can we?” He said, dragging a finger along the underside of your cock.

“Please, get on with it!” You sounded ruder than you meant to, but Spy was pushing you to your limit. If your mind wasn’t so clouded with lust, you might have been a bit embarrassed at the fact that a little edging was all it took to make you come undone. Spy simply shook his head, looking at you the way one might look at a disobedient pet.

“So impatient. Have you still not learned who is in charge here?” Spy asked. You continued to glare at him, and he met your eyes with an equally intense look. “And such a willful expression. Perhaps I haven’t broken you enough. I could always keep you like this, darling.”

You tried to suppress a shudder as his fingers traced down your stomach, down to the base of your cock, before abruptly changing their course to stroke over your thighs. They remained there, so very close to where you longed to be touched. It left you quivering with need.

“I could repeat this pattern of teasing you to the brink for as long as I need too. I am a very patient man,” Spy continued. “And when I finally let you come, what makes you think I’ll stop there? I could keep going, stroking you, working you up again, watching you cry out from the overstimulation, reducing you to a sensitive, writhing little whore. I could have you screaming for me if I wanted to. So tell me, are we going to do this the hard way, or are you going to be a good boy for me?”

Spy’s words had you suddenly much more hesitant to misbehave.“I will,” you said, realizing that submitting was the only way to get what you wanted.

“You will what, mon cher?” Spy pressed on. Your face flushed, and through gritted teeth, you conceded.

“I’ll be a good boy.”

“There, that wasn’t so difficult, now was it?” Spy said, cupping one of your reddened cheeks. The embarrassment was almost worth it to see the way Spy smiled at you. “Now, just sit back and relax, my love.”

You did as you were told, leaning back on the pillows as best as you could with your hands still bound above your head. Spy stood up from the bed, only to begin stripping for you. He hit the perfect balance between teasing and nonchalant as he shucked off his jacket and pants. ‘Sitting back and relaxing’ became especially difficult when he decided to unbutton his dress shirt at a snail’s pace, but eventually that too fell to the floor along with the rest of his discarded clothing. Finally, in contrast to everything else, the briefs were removed relatively quickly.

Your breathing hastened as you drank in the sight of him. There was no shame in staring for as long as you wanted here, unlike in the showers, where you were limited to sneaking quick glances. He was gorgeous, and despite his slim build, he managed to make you feel small in comparison to him. This wasn’t helped by the fact that he immediately returned to the bed by climbing on top of you and taking his sweet time looming over your shivering, restrained body with a look of immense satisfaction.

“You look quite nice beneath me like this,” he said, smirking at how you squirmed for him. Spy had clearly received the reaction he was looking for from you. You were right where he wanted you, and you prayed that now that he had his fun, he would finally have mercy on you.

“Please…” you muttered, growing more impatient by the moment. You pulled against the tie, but it held up surprisingly well against your struggles.

”Je sais, you’re desperate to come, aren’t you?” Spy teased, cupping your cheek and pressing his lips against yours in a brief kiss. “Do you want me to take you here and now, my dear?”

“Yes yes yes, please! Please fuck me!” Any shame you had left was abandoned. You were positively aching to be fucked, and you threw all of your effort into begging for it without hesitation.

Your pleas were met with a low chuckle from Spy, who proceeded to roll off of you, ignoring the way you whined as he did so. For a brief moment, you thought he was going to leave you desperate once again, but you quickly fell silent as you watched him retrieve a bottle of lube from the drawer of his bedside table. It figured that he would have something like that handy at a moment’s notice. He returned to you, kneeling between your legs.

“Have you done this before?” He asked, his gaze softening as he looked you over.

“Not like this,” you admitted hesitantly, trying to suppress the nervousness that was beginning to build. “But I do want it, I want it so badly, Spy.”

“I don’t doubt that, but you will need to show just a little more patience,” Spy said with a small, genuine laugh, the sound of which helped to dissipate your anxiety. Still, you gasped when you felt his fingers begin to circle your entrance. “Soon, I’ll make you feel good. I’ll make you come, mon amour.”

He paused to apply some of the lube to his fingers, and you whimpered softly as he pushed a single digit into you. You tried to relax for him, focusing on how good it felt to finally have something within you. Spy hummed in approval, being able to thrust a second finger into you just a few minutes later.

You took to the sensation quite nicely. By the time he added a third, he was starting to curl his fingers within you. You moaned aloud, all apprehension gone as you begged him to fuck you already.

“You’re doing very well, darling,” Spy said, removing his fingers. You couldn’t help but squirm at the feeling of emptiness, even though you knew you would soon be getting exactly what you had been pleading for.

Spy poured some more lube into his palm and you watched eagerly as he stroked his cock with it. He leaned over you, meeting your eyes for a moment, silently asking for permission to proceed. You nodded, and his gaze became more intense as he entered you slowly.

Despite all the preparation, you instinctively tensed up. You knew it would feel good eventually, but in the moment it was more than a little awkward. Spy paused, allowing you to adjust at your own pace. The moment he saw any signs of discomfort he leaned down to kiss along your neck. His hands ran down your sides, feather light touches allowing you to relax into his surprisingly gentle touch.

“Mon dieu, you feel amazing,” Spy moaned, beginning to thrust into you shallowly and cautiously, giving you time to get used to the strange new feeling. You shuddered beneath him, hands clenched in tight fists against the headboard. However, you soon found yourself easing into the sensation, moaning freely as pleasure began to replace any discomfort.

“Such a noisy little thing, aren’t you?” Spy chuckled.

“I can’t help it, it feels so good,” you gasped, trying in vain to be quieter. Spy looked down at you with a devious smirk, clearly intent on making you moan even louder by the time he was done with you.

“We’ve barely begun, mon cher.” He leaned down to catch you in a kiss, going slowly and passionately in contrast to the rough and hungry kisses you had shared at the start of this little tryst. “I am going to go faster now, is that alright?”

“Yes, please! ”

“Perfect. Let me show you just how good I can make you feel.” Spy sped up, and you immediately found that you weren’t prepared for what he had to offer you. Of course, you enjoyed it all the same. Being fucked like this was so new, so overwhelming, and it made your head spin. Yet it was all so intoxicating at the same time, almost addictive.

As for Spy, he certainly wasn’t quiet either. He moaned as he thrust into you, clutching the bedsheets in tight fists, panting, groaning. He made no secret of just how good he was feeling. Even so, you were quite a bit louder. Right when you thought it couldn’t possibly get better, a change of angle had you reeling, mouth agape in a silent scream until you managed to regain the ability to make noise with a gasp and a full body shudder. Spy took note of your reaction immediately.

“Right there?” He asked, grinding against your prostate and seeming very pleased when he got an even stronger response from you. “Oh yes, that is a very good spot, isn’t it?”

You nodded, feeling as if you had gone completely boneless. Spy thrust into you again, this time stopping just short of your sweet spot. You squirmed and tried to buck your hips, but he held you still.

“Spy, I’m so close!” You cried, squirming futilely against his deceptively strong hold.

“Beg.”

It was a short yet clear command. You were so aroused it was almost painful, and you certainly weren’t about to risk another round of denial.

“Please, please fuck me!” You pleaded. “I need you to fuck me!”

“Is that the best you can do, mon amour?” Spy clearly wasn’t impressed with your efforts. You writhed and tried to thrust yourself onto his cock, but the hold on your hips was unyielding, and the tie around your wrists didn’t help your lack of mobility. That left you with no other choice but to throw away the last bit of dignity you had. Not that you had a problem with that.

“I need to come! I need you to let me, please Spy, please make me come!” You threw yourself wholeheartedly into begging. Most of your efforts became strangled groans, but the few coherent words you managed seemed to satisfy Spy. He had successfully made a pitiful, moaning mess of you, and more importantly, you had enjoyed every moment of it.

You heard him chuckle and begin to pull away, and for a bewildering moment, you thought you were being denied once again- and then he slammed back into you, much more roughly than you were expecting. Your mouth fell agape as Spy set a breakneck pace that you didn’t know he was capable of. You were vaguely aware of him whispering to you, praising you, muttering sweet nothings as you chased after the pleasure pooling low in your abdomen, threatening to overwhelm you at any moment.

Of course, you didn’t stand a chance the moment Spy located that especially sensitive spot within you once again. All it took was a few more well placed thrusts to have you coming undone on your own stomach and chest, your climax hitting you harder than you could have predicted. You jerked against the tie around your wrists, hips bucking upward as you practically screamed.

“Oui darling, that’s it, keep making those beautiful sounds for me!” Spy’s movements grew uneven, and his voice became strained as he chased his own orgasm, thrusting into you and sending sparks of overstimulation up your body until he went still and finished with a low groan.

With a heavy sigh, he fell to the side, and both of you were left panting like animals for several moments. You tugged against your restraints weakly, and with shaky hands, Spy reached up and untied you. You massaged your wrists and clenched your fists repeatedly to bring feeling back into them. The rush of blood back to your extremities left you with the sensation of pins and needles on your palms.

You laid on the bed for several moments, simply waiting until you caught your breath. Your heart was still racing. Unwittingly, you leaned your head against Spy’s shoulder. When he didn’t pull away, you elected to stay there.

“You did very well for your first time.” Spy brought a hand up to run through your hair. He didn’t sound nearly as out of breath as you were. You would have been a bit jealous of how composed he was compared to you, but the haze of euphoria hadn’t quite disappeared enough for you to feel anything more than mild annoyance. Plus, you couldn’t deny that the praise made your cheeks flush a little.

“That was really good,” you muttered, half to yourself, unsure of how to reply to Spy’s compliment. That bit of awkwardness was all it took for your mind to start racing. What happened now? Were you expected to leave? If not, then how long were you expected to stay?

Thankfully, before your train of thought could completely devolve, Spy answered several of those questions for you, by pulling you into his arms and tossing a blanket over the two of you. Apparently you were expected to stay for a while longer.

“Spy, the others will get suspicious if we’re missing for too long,” you warned, even though you weren’t really in a hurry to leave his embrace.

“Let them. I’m perfectly fine with letting everyone know that you’re mine. If they don’t already know, that is. You were quite loud,” he said with a smirk. You, on the other hand, went red and hid your face in your hands at the thought of anyone overhearing what had just occurred.

Spy chuckled, and you heard it as much as felt it, as you rested your head upon his chest. Even though he was teasing you, you found the soft vibration of his laughter comforting, closing your eyes with a soft smile.

You knew that eventually the two of you would have to get dressed and face the other mercenaries at dinner, but that was a problem for future you. Right now, you were content to stay beneath the covers, pressed against Spy’s body, basking in the afterglow. The only care you really had was how you would hide the telltale limp you would no doubt be walking with later.

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #team fortress 2 #tf2 spy #spy tf2 #spy team fortress 2 #spy x reader #spy x you #male reader #masc reader #spy x male reader #tf2 fanfiction #cross posted on ao3

[thisfanisgonesorry]

i loooove your writing!!! could you do a platonic spy raising y/n and scout? maybe like taking them out to a park or something?

im sorry it took so long!! im sorry its short but i hope u enjoy it!! went for more of an older kid vibe so i hope this is okay <3

tags/cw: fix it fic / no team fortress / spy doesnt abandon them lol, y/ns in their mid-late teens, scout isn’t really here because he’s exhausting to write. canon deviation because tbh im not writing scouts 8 brothers.

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The sun was bright, the morning peaceful. It was fathers day and we’d taken him out to a nice day. Scout had planned the evening on account of forgetting and I’d taken our father out to a nice morning breakfast.

“It’s good.” He spoke plainly about his coffee as we waited for our food.

We talked and talked about things until a waitress placed down two plates of french toast (pun not really intended), he thanked the waitress and turned back to our conversation.

“So.. Scout forgot, didn’t he?” He asked politely, already knowing the answer.

“I’m sure he’ll think of something by the evening.” I responded. “You know how he is.”

“Mhm.” He hummed in agreement, “He listens to music too much. Never pays attention, he gets it from your mother... Don’t tell her I said that.” He furrowed his eyebrows, taking a bite out of his toast.

“I’ll try not to.” I smiled back, taking a bite of my own.

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[crunchcrunchteacakes]

Loid is just better at hiding his locker pictures than Yuri is.

#bond forger #tagging bond first as a redemption for missing out on his name last time #sorry bond you deserve better than me #spy x family #loid forger #yor forger #sxf #twiyor #sxf twilight #sxf thorn princess #anya forger #loid x yor #yuri briar #I am obsessed with this family

[mari-lair]

All the desmonds have been introduced!

This family makes me insane.

#sxf #spy x family #spy x family spoilers #sxf spoilers #melinda desmond #damian desmond #demetrius desmond #denovan desmond #caught up with the manga! and i adore them!! #very different kind of love for the main family but it scratch an itch #tumblr please show it in the tags i love you