#tf2 sniper x y/n

[mehidktbh]

Spiders

Pairing: Mick "Sniper" Mundy x Fem!Reader

Summary: A hot summer day attracts all types of insects to get into the base, out of the hot sun and humid air. Only to be faced with their death by someone not so keen on them.

Warning: Swearing, the killing of a spider? Ngl this is just something I threw together before I slept. 🤷🏼‍♀️

A/N: Wanted to make this before I write my next Simon Riley fic (thanks to your votes). But this also came from today when I found a little Black Widow Spider in my shoe. Still living in Australia I cannot with any insects. (Also it's canon that Sniper has a feat of Spiders, I was there)

How much longer of this humid sun did you have to go through? At first, you thought that the summer would stay when needed, but no. You've got months ahead of you, knowing you're going to wake up in a pile of slickly unpleasant sweat every day. Even worse is the lousy air conditioning in the base, it's been fixed so many times it runs as low as it can. Just as bad as the air circulation too.

So here you are, slouched over in the main room, the leather seat sticks to your bare skin the second you'd get up. You'd be carrying the whole couch along with you. Scout sits next to you, his loud huffing is getting annoying, and one of his arms is slung on the back of the couch. Just touching your head but you're too into heatstroke to realise he's nearly touching your hair.

Sniper sits next to you too, a chair for himself as he spreads fully out. His usual smirk rests on his face as he casually looks over to the two of you. "Gettin' comfortable 'ere?" Scout slowly looks over at him, a scowl on his face. Usually, he'd fling himself across the room, both hands probably strangling the poor bushman but all he can do is roll his eyes.

"How abou' 'cha Y/N?" A weak smile slowly appears on your face, and you flick him a thumbs up. Only he sees right through your smile. But he nods sharply, flicking his attention to the TV. To him, an interesting documentary on animals hibernating. How different animals do it in different seasons and how bears survive through the cold season catches his attention more than you and Scout combined.

But you're too busy looking over at the small old-fashioned fridge. You begin to wonder how cold it really is in there, usually, the beers don't get nearly as cold enough to drink comfortably but still, that's better than nothing. So gradually you start to get up, the leather breaking apart from your skin makes you cringe but it dies out over the TV.

"Bears can be woken easily during a mild spell of weather, but may not have enough energy to survive the rest of the winter. Which is why-" "AHH!"

Your inarticulate and high-pitched scream easily overpowers the TV, even with its high volume on it's enough to echo throughout the whole base. "Holy- What?" Scout's Boston accent quickly appears behind your terrified figure. Sniper also sprints right behind him to reach you from across the room. Looking over your shoulder to see what's got you shaken up and pointing at.

Expecting to see another head or organ which Medic decided to leave unattended in the fridge or on the kitchen counter. But instead, he only spots a little Black Widow Spider sitting unsettled on the counter. Eating away at the bread crumbs left behind from Heavy's sandvich.

"Kill it, Scout, before it kills us!" You frantically order Scout, only he groans in annoyance. "Jesus Y/N! I thought you found someone fucking dead" Your hands shake his shoulders back and forth quickly. "Well, you're about to find my body if you don't-" Before you can say anything he leaves swiftly. Ignoring your pleas as he tiredly walks back to the couch.

Looking over to Sniper you give him the same look in your eyes, a plead. "Pfft, watch an' learn" You watch as Sniper leans over to the counter more. The movement of his arm quickly alerts the pernicious red spider as it begins to move quickly. A yelp nearly leaves Sniper's mouth as he backs away instantly.

"You're scared?" You ask not out of laughter... well maybe. But more because you generally thought he'd be used to Spiders by now. Living in the outback much mean he's dealt with them thousand times before, right? "Nah'm not." His usual down-to-earth and easygoing face now flashes bright red either from the humid air or is now because you mention his (unknowingly) fear of spiders?

But before you can mutter out a single word he reaches over the counter again, his eyes glued to the Spider chilling there. His whole hand flexed and tense as he quickly snatched a tissue from the box. The sudden sound sends the Spider flying in his direction. It sends him flying backwards, his hands coming out in front of him like he was going to fistfight the insect.

You on the other hand you're now snickering softly, the fear you felt before going away as you watch Sniper unravel in front of you. He quickly catches onto your laughing, a glaring cold look replaces his scared expression as he pushes past you. His shoulders square as he swiftly squishes the spider under the tissue, a gross sound following.

"See, m' not scared of spiders..."

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, engineer, heavy, medic, sniper, and spy (i forgot demo i'm so sorry)

↳ warnings: bad translations, slight mentions of world war two and malpractice

↳ song: with a little help from my friends—joe cocker

masterlist | commissions | carrd

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭

• He would be so smug about it

• Puffing his chest out and everything

• His friends in the past- and even family members -have teased him for mispronouncing words or speaking too fast, and it’s made him a bit self conscious about the way he talks. But after hearing that you find it endearing, its a giant ego boost for him

• “Yeah dat’s right! Who’s awesome? I’m awesome!” Scout smiles as he flexes his arms in your face, subjecting you to what he likes to call a surprise gun show. You pretend to hate it as you shove his arm away, but chuckle all the same

• He’s already gloated before that he already knew his accent was the best. Boston is the greatest place in the world after all! But hearing it from you really just sent him over the moon

• Makes a point to talk to you a lot more now; as if he didn’t already

• “Yo! Hey did you see that kill out there? I totally messed dat Spy up! One wrong step and pow! He’s dead meat!”

• “I saw Scout. I was covering your flank while you did it, remember?”

• “Yeah yeah, but I just thought you’d like ta hear about it again.”

𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫

• Didn’t consider himself to have an accent until you pointed him out

• Sure, he says the occasional y’all and ain’t, but not enough to qualify as a whole different way of speaking

• It wasn’t until he dropped a hammer on his foot and cursed that he understood what you’d meant

• “What in the sam hill! Sweet hell!” He’d exclaimed, startled. Once the throbbing in his leg had subsided, Engineer replayed his words in his head, making a slight o with his mouth as he realized you were probably right. To some extent at least

• He was a born and raised Texas boy, so it makes sense that the culture rubbed off

• Doesn’t understand at first that you find it nice. Maybe he thought you pointed it out just because you could? He’s a bit distracted when it comes to anything but machinery, so he misses context sometimes

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲

• Surprised that someone like you who can speak English fluently finds his mannerisms attractive

• Gets frustrated sometimes when he can’t remember certain words in English. Heavy is a very smart man, so it aggravates him when he looks illiterate in front of his team

• That’s why hearing that you like his mother tongue caught him by surprise

• “But you don’t know any Russian?” He’d rumbled out as a question. When you shook your head no, still sporting a smile, his eyebrows furrowed further

• “Nah. But I like hearing it when it comes from you. It sounds more natural. Like you’re more comfortable than normal, you know?”

• You’re technically right. When Heavy slips into Russian, often whilst talking to Sasha or simply forgetting that not everyone on the team know how to speak it, he is more comfortable in his words. They flow better, and he’s flattered that you’ve noticed

• One hundred percent offers to teach you Russian in his spare time. He finds it slightly adorable how you stumble over words in your broken translations, but always manages to softly correct you

• He’s a really good teacher

𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

• Positively thrilled that you like his voice

• When you tell him for the first time, he goes into shock for a moment before breaking out into the biggest smile you’ve seen. Somehow its a perfect balance between excited and malicious

• “Do you hear zhat Archemedies? Mein freund here enjoys my accent!” He cooes at his bird, chuckling in a way that would make anyone’s insides squirm

• Once you look past Medic’s initially devious reaction, it’s very clear he enjoys knowing this

• If anything, the ex-doctor would have thought that you’d enjoy the more stereotypically romantic sounding languages. Spanish, Latin, etc

• German has always been considered harsh or scary sounding, and it turned a lot of people away from hiring him after the events of World War Two, which he understood. Still, Medic finds himself absolutely tickled that you are drawn to his accent

• Finds himself slipping more and more into German while doing checkups on you now. When he catches himself, he translates most of what’s he’s said back to you. But sometimes he’ll simply forget, and it leaves you wondering if he’s offered you a glass of water or the opportunity to swap your bladder out

• You sincerely hoped it was the former

𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

• Oh my god you killed him

• Sniper is very reserved. Living in his camper, hunting his own game for dinner instead of joining the others, literally pissing in jars, etc etc

• Being a man of few words comes part and parcel with that; which normally works out just find because Scout talks enough for ten people

• Hasn’t said much to you before. He mostly communicates in head nods or slight tilts of his coffee mug in your direction. Maybe a few ‘good mornin’s’ tossed around, but nothing more than that

• “You know, you should talk more.” You’d said to him one day while pouring a fresh pot of tea you had just boiled into your own mug. He preferred black coffee himself, but whatever floats your boat

• “You voice.” You elaborated after a sip. You must have noticed his confused look as you carried on. “It’s nice. Can’t imagine that you don’t have gals throwing themselves at you all the time because of it.”

• Suddenly very grateful he wasn’t drinking any of his brew at the time, because what you said surely would have made him choked

• He, in fact, had had a few ladies approach him in town before saying something along the same lines. Even a few fellas. But nothing made him blanch this strongly like you had

• Excuses himself as he walks out of the room suddenly, tilting his hat down to cover his face no one can see the furious red tint forming

• Sniper leaves you in the communal kitchen. Holding a steaming cup of liquid and looking very confused

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• Already knew before you told him

• To anyone else, it would have been passible as just curiosity. But Spy’s job is to know things, and it is an undeniable fact that you found his voice attractive

• Doesn’t utilize this weapon often. You are not a weak willed person swayed by just a few words, so when he needs something he pulls out all the stops

• Of course, that doesn’t stop him from being impressed when you eventually admit your little not-so-secret-secret to him. And of your own free will. He didn’t have to pry it out of you, which was a feat on its own

• Much like Heavy, he extends the offer of teaching you how to learn his language. Now that he no longer has this knowledge as a bargaining chip, he might as well seize the opportunity to teach you a proper language

• Considers using electroshock therapy to condition you faster, but nixes it pretty quick

• Again, like Heavy, he finds it cute how horrible you are at French. More amused than anything, but he can appreciate the way you practice verbs in your free time even when he isn’t leaning over your shoulder

• That you know of, that is

• Praises you often in french, letting excited phrases slip when you nail a particularly hard set of words

• “Merveilleux ! Tu t’améliores beaucoup, ma petite. Encore une fois.”

• While you don’t understand the full extent to his words, you smile and continue on, eventually realizing what he had said later in a fit of embarrassment

[respawned-dove]

GOD your headcanons are so good... could i maybe get a short fic with a yandere sniper x transmasc reader.... doing gods work ouult here

I hope you don't mind it, anon, I heavily headcanon Sniper as transmasc as well, so this will be t4t.

yan! transmasc! Sniper x transmasc! Reader - NSFW

CW/TW: stalking, violence, noncon voyeurism, implied necrophilism (not descriptive, imagined by a character and not actually happening), marijuana & cigarette mentions, self loathing, sadism

Worn leather boots trudge up sandy dirt as Sniper steps out of his camper, shifting the strap of his gun as he looks up at the buildings above him. In the dark, the apartment blocks and houses loom overhead with darkened windows. He’s been here often enough that he knows exactly the fire escape to climb, and the exact ladder from there that takes him to the roof. Settling into the highest point, he sets up his gun in a makeshift nest. The only reason he brought it, really, is the scope. His scope is a fucking nice one, he doesn’t even hazard a guess at how much it cost the people he works for. It’s perfect for seeing long distances, for seeing into the crevices of every place he’s not meant to look.

Through the small lens, he focuses in on a seemingly random apartment, seeking the content within. The lights are still on, and being so high up, you never close your blinds. It gives him a view of your bedroom window, like a private theatre screen. He checks his watch, which reads 22:00, around the time you get into the shower every night. Annoyingly he has some time to kill before you’ll be there to watch. Grumbling to himself, he pulls out a cigarette to smoke. Lit, he pulls a puff of smoke in, eyes still focused through the scope.

Sniper has been watching you for a while now, though what started it he himself can hardly remember. A bit too much kindness shown to a stranger in a public place, being followed home without noticing, and now you have a gunman’s sights trained on you for life. He closes his eyes as he takes a particularly deep breath of nicotine, something itching in his mind. It bothers him often, the idea of approaching you again. You wouldn’t remember him, surely. It would just be an organic meeting, an organic going out for drinks.

With a grimace, he puts out the cigarette on his own hand, scoffing at himself. As if he feels at place enough in a bar to take you out, or could have a normal conversation for once in his life. It’s not worth the risk of ruining the chance. He prefers the fantasy of you. The idea of having you to himself, without any of the practice required to maintain a relationship with a human being.

Before he can dwell on his moping, there’s movement in your room. You step out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. His cheeks grow ruddy and his hands grip tighter to his gun as he watches you move. He remembers the first time he saw you like this, the brief confusion at the towel being over your middle and bottom at once. But it came off and showed him the stars. Thinking about it stirs him up, and as the towel falls from you in his scope, he tugs his own pants off a bit, unbuttoning them to reach his own tcock.

Touching himself slowly, firmly, he watches you move around the room naked. Dumb thing to do with your blinds open, he thinks. Like you want someone to bloody stare at you. He bites his lip, hard, breathing out heavily. The thought that you know somehow, that you would want him to be seeing you like this, it makes his whole body hot. You’ve laid out on your bed, naked. Innocently relaxing post-shower. All while giving him the perfect view of your entire form.

Your body is softer than his. You’ve definitely not been taking testosterone as long as he has. Eyes half closing he pictures how warm and gentle your flesh would be, yielding to his hands as they would squeeze and prod at you. In his mind he pictures what your moans might sound like. He imagines how easily you might get aroused with him touching you, how easily his fingers would fit into you. He curls two into himself, imagining it’s your body instead. It makes him shudder and groan, adjusting the scope to zoom in on you even further. God, it’s like he’s right there in bed with you.

He bites a tooth into his fresh cigarette burn, crying out and groaning quietly. Would you do things like that for him? Would you hurt him? Let him hurt you? In the hot night air he’s drenched in sweat, jerking himself off to the sight of you, the idea of you. He imagines putting on a harness and using a toy on you. He’s never done that before, but with you he wants it. He wants it, to feel you pinned under him like a caught animal. Crying under him as he bites and claws you.

You’ve rolled onto your stomach on your bed, and he wants to be there, on top of you, feeling you, hurting you. He strokes his tcock hurriedly, feeling his knife split your skin, feeling his hands hurt you even beyond the ways he’s hurt men before. Hitting you, carving into you, smashing your head onto the ground until you’re silent. Warm blood coming from your skin. And his hands the cause of it all, pleasure, pain. He feels you cum. He feels you die. And then he cums to the thought.

The clarity of what he just got off to hits him before he’s even done orgasming, and he reels his face away from his scope, panting hotly. The redness in his face becomes one of shame rather than arousal, and he clutches a hand into his shirt as he tries to calm himself down. What kind of sick freak is he, what was that? He knows what it was. He thinks these things often, no matter how much he pushes them back. Even on the battlefield he feels that excitement, the arousal of someone dying by his hand. Pleasure found in splattering brains. But, you? Did he just think that of you?

There’s a reason you’re better off as only an idea to him.

He wipes his hand on his own clothes and packs himself back up in his van as quickly as possible. Drives far away, even past his team’s base, out into the desert. Quiet. It’s quiet out there. He parks, and rests his head on the steering wheel. Nothing but the sounds of night out there now. And him panting.

Sleep doesn’t come for him that night, and instead he spends it trying to stop thinking about you and how you’re sleeping. He smokes, then smokes weed instead, and watches the sun rising while telling himself he can’t even go back and watch you again, that he can’t let himself indulge in the sadism he can never wash his brain from.

But he will go back. And he will watch you again. And of course, he’ll cum to those exact thoughts, again and again.

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[junkratswifey]

SHIT BET!

accidentally catching sub sniper pleasuring himself in his camper, so we decide to give him a hand? wink wink;3

fem reader please!

DUDE YESSS I LOVE SNIPES 😭😭✨

Not really Warnings but containing: Dom reader, pet names, swearing

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Y/N was taking her morning walk, as per usual. She hadn't seen Sniper for a while, so she took the route that went past where his camper van usually was. She walked for about 10 minutes before she reached it. Suddenly, she heard some noises from it.

They sounded like whimpers..no—groaning. But the groaning sounded pleasurable. Relieving even.

Y/N walked up to the van window and knocked at it. "Snipes? Are you in here?"

The noises stopped. Sniper tried to tone down his voice. "U-um.." his voice cracked a little, "yes..I'm in here."

Y/N put her hand on the door handle. "Can I...come in?"

"NO!" Sniper cleared his throat, "Uh, n-no. I'm...doing something."

Y/N pulled on the handle, not yet opening it. "Well whatever you're doing sounds nice.."

He exhaled in a mildly erotic manner. "I-it is.."

Y/N took that as a sign that she could open the door, so she did. "What are you doing in here that's so fu...n...?"

Her face turned red, still not as red as Sniper's. There he was, buck ass naked, laying right in front of her.

"Oh my.." Y/N sighed.

Sniper tried to pull the small blanket back over his waist, but Y/N grabbed his hand first. "Don't be ashamed, Snipes. We all do it."

His face turned red-hot. "I-I know...but you're um..." he looked Y/N up and down, "a very...attractive lady, and I'm just some bloke, y'know?"

Y/N was about to leave, when she saw Sniper holding something in his left hand. "Hey, what's that?" she asked, pointing to the item.

Sniper blushed before putting it under the blanket. "Ah—nothing."

Y/N put her hands on the blanket and slid it down slowly. "No, I want to know what it was."

His eyes remained on her porcelain hands, gracefully moving the sheet. She finally found the item and flipped it over. "Oh. my. goodness," she said, "is this a picture of me?"

He snatched the photo out of her hand. "Yes, what a-about it?"

She grinned. "Snipes, don't tell me you have a crush on me."

He sighed. "Maybe just a lil one.."

She put her arms around Sniper's neck, making him gasp. "What's wrong? Is this making you..." she pauses and gets close to his ear before whispering, "nervous?"

He chuckles lightly. "No, ma'am. I—I've just never had somebody really take care of me like this before."

She smiles softly. "That's okay. I suppose I'll just have to..." she slowly drifts her hand down his stomach, "spoil you, maybe?"

He shivered at her hand. "Um..with all due respect ma'am, your hand is really close to my—"

He's cut off by Y/N's (non-dominant) hand. She covers his mouth with it, whilst still using her other hand to pleasure him.

"Do you like this," she pauses, "Mun Dee?"

WAHHHBHB I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😖😖😖

[salmon-bagel]

Tf2 mercenaries x Seductress! Class! Reader

Warning: nsfw content, female reader, sexism

Scout

When Scout heard that there's a woman who's a professional at seduction, he had already started plotting.

"Hello, name is Y/n L/n, but you can call me the Seductress. It's nice to meet you."

"Heya, nice to meet cha' mommy- Oh, i mean mommy i mean mommy i mean mommy i mean mommy-"

Constantly hits on you. Scout believes that you're the type of girl that's 'easy', someone who will let anyone bang them regardless of who they are.

That boy isn't going to leave you alone until you let him into your pants.

Even when he's not busy trying to get in between your legs, Scout is asking you for advice on how to woo the ladies. Considering you're a professional at flirting with people.

You go back and forth on giving him good advice and bad advice. Sometimes you feel bad that he can't get a girlfriend. Then again, you think to yourself that no woman should be within three feet of Scout because of how much of a horny asshole he is.

After some time, you did grow to have a soft spot for him. Since he's bullied a lot by the other mercenaries. He can be kinda cute when he's not being a complete jerk.

Soldier

Soldier treats you like the other mercenaries. Ruthlessly bleating in your ear when you're doing something wrong.

"GIVE ME ONE HUNDRED SQUATS NOW! I WANT THAT AMERICAN ASS NICE AND PERKY BY THE TIME YOU'RE DONE!"

He wants the best from you. Regardless of your gender, he'll push you to the limit until he's proud enough to call you a warrior.

Soldier tests that you're a good seductress by making you flirt with him. It's an ego boost on his part, but he's genuinely trying to make sure you're hot enough for the enemy.

"YOU CALL THAT FLIRTING!? I'VE HEARD BETTER FLIRTING FROM A MONKEY! AT LEAST THEY CAN PUCKER THEIR LIPS BETTER UNLIKE YOURS!"

Buys you clothing that he believes would work well when you're seducing the enemies. It's always american themed swimwear or lingerie. You began to believe he's just buying that for himself for you to try.

Whenever the team successfully wins for the day, Soldier immediately rushes towards and smacks your ass as hard as he can.

"NOW THAT IS AN ASS I'M PROUD TO CALL AMERICAN!"

Sniper

Sniper believes your work is very unprofessional. Considering he believes you have to whore yourself out to the enemy team. Instead of using your actual skills.

He says he has nothing against prostitution or sex work in general. Sniper just thinks that stuff you do should be kept behind doors and not on the battlefield. He says it causes too much of a distraction. However, you claim that 'distraction' is the point. Sniper doesn't seem to get it.

You honestly could care less what he thinks. Snipers throws jars of piss for a living, and he really thinks he has the right to judge other people?

The truth is you're good at seducing people. Too good. That it distracts him from doing his own job. Sniper has a tendency to watch you through the scope of his gun.

The way your body gets all hot and sweaty from the terrible heat, oh it does something to him. Sniper has imagined licking your sweat off your tits while you degrade him for being such a filthy fuck.

You are his go-to jerk off material. The women in his porno magazines don't get him off like they used. The only way he can relieve himself now is by imagining your fat ass bouncing on his cock.

When he noticed a pair of your panties in the laundry basket, Sniper couldn't help himself to inhale the sweet scent of your panties before putting them back.

Sniper knows he's a damn hypocrite.

He slut shames you for what you do, only to get off to you afterwards. The post nut clarity consumes him with guilt and shame.

Sniper still hasn't built up the courage to apologize to you.

Heavy

Heavy is one of the very few people who treat you like an actual human being. He was raised by a single mother alongside three sisters. Heavy knows to treat a woman right. Less he wishes to face their fury.

Heavy doesn't understand why you seduce the enemy. You're supposed to shoot at the enemy, not bat your eyelashes and wink! However, after watching your work on the battlefield, he gets to more of an understanding.

"Oh, I see. You lie to enemy and lure them in like fish? HA! Very clever!"

Absolutely loves gunning down the enemy that is distracted by you.

Is one of the few men who genuinely falls for you for your personality. Heavy knows you're drop-dead gorgeous, but he knows that beneath all that beauty is a truly intelligent woman. You earned your place on the team by impressing Mann Co., with your skills instead of batting your eyelashes and begging to be a part of the team. You make his heart swoon like no other woman has.

He likes to write you poetry. It helps convey how he feels for you because he's too bashful to put it into simple words.

Heavy is not afraid of anything. Nothing, not even death itself. However, it took him a lot of courage and constant rehearsal to ask you out on a date.

He hopes to start a genuine relationship with you. Heavy doesn't want a one-night stand or be friends-with-benefits with you. He wants you to be his girlfriend and maybe possibly his wife later down the line.

Engineer

"Well, I'll be! Aren't you the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

Engineer is taken aback by your good looks and sauve personality. He genuinely questions why you wanted to be a mercenary. A beautiful lady like yourself is too of high risk to get hurt!

Will always be there to help you if it gets too much for you to handle.

However, he can be very overprotective over you on the battlefield. Engineer thinks it would be safer for you to stay on the rancho relaxo than getting shot at by the enemy. As much as you'd like to not do anything on the job, Mann Co. isn't paying you to be lazy. They see everything and will tell you to get off your ass and start fighting.

You have to beg Engineer that you can do it on your own. He understands your point of view and begrudgingly lets you fight with the others. Even if it means going against his code of defending and protecting a lady when she needs it.

While putting up dispensers and sentries, he can't help to admire you from afar. Engie believes that a guy like him has no chance with a girl like you. What woman would be interested in a bald man who has a robotic hand and locks himself away in his work? No gal that's who.

Engie fantasizes about working up the courage to flirt with you and ask you out, which would eventually lead to a rather sensual night spent together. He did try to ask you out once but miserably failed. Engie kept stuttering and mispronouncing words out of nervousness while attempting to seduce you. You couldn't make out what he was trying to say. Thankfully, Demo had the heart to pull Engie out of that mess of a conversation and save him from further embarrassing himself.

So now, he just admires you from afar. Dreaming that one day he'll get to win your heart.

Spy

Surprisingly, he wants to get to know you as soon as possible. It's not every day you get to meet a lovely lady.

When he learns of your class type, oh boy, this man will make you question if you're even meant to be the Seductress.

"Mademoiselle, you are the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on."

"Do you know why they call Paris the city of love? Why don't I take you there and show you?"

"If the verb ‘to love’ didn’t exist, I would have invented it upon seeing you."

Spy leaves your entire face red and completely frozen after he's done talking to you. He's so flattering and charismatic. In comparison to the other men, he makes it seem like they're not trying at all. It isn't their fault, though, Spy is a natural at wooing the ladies.

You're surprised when Spy gifts you things that you really like. You never shared these intimate details with him before or with the other mercenaries. When you asked him how he knew what you specifically liked, Spy merely winks at you and grins. He has a way of receiving information without anyone knowing.

He has a tendency to kiss the back of your hand whenever you two are greeting each other. Spy is a gentleman and can't help himself to be sweet to a beautiful woman.

When Spy asks you out on a date, you agree to it because you have been meaning to go out. You felt like you'd go insane if you stayed in the base any longer. You put on your best dress and left with Spy into town.

After having a nice meal and a few glasses of wine, both of you give into temptation. Spy could hardly keep his hands off you when he drove you both back to the base. All your clothes came off the moment you reached his bedroom. You found it a little strange he refused to take off his mask. Oh, what the hell. He's hot and treated you to a nice date.

In the morning, you receive uncomfortable stares from the other mercenaries. Let's just say you and Spy weren't exactly quiet during your lovemaking. Unfortunately for the others, you decided Spy would become your fuck buddy.

Medic

He's been meaning to include a female subject in his experiments- I mean, he's glad to meet you!

You try your best to steer clear of him. However, on the front lines, it isn't so easy. When you're constantly getting shot at and stabbed by enemies, you'll need the Medic's help to get better.

When he sees you in action, Medic feels a new emotion that he's never felt before. Is this.. love? Maybe it is. Or maybe it's just lust.

Medic has never been infatuated with any woman. Except you. The way you lure in these pathetic men with your good looks and false promises, only to kill them afterwards- oh God, it makes him giddy. He feels like a schoolboy all over again!

Medic does routine check-ups on you. To make sure all your lady parts are in working order. In reality, this perverted fuck wants to have an excuse to grope you. Always gaslights you into believing he's not being a degenerate.

"Is this really necessary?"

"Why, of course! Breast cancer isn't something to take lightly!" He'd respond. You would understand, but after thirty minutes of him fondling your breasts, you knew what his true intentions were.

Medic writes you love letters and his dove, Archimedes, deliver them to you.

The letters start off relatively sweet. Medic writes that he views you as a Goddess, a truly ethereal being that is too perfect for this world filled with lesser mortals. And how he's the only man truly worthy for you.

Then, the letters take a complete turn the more you read it. He writes how he wishes to fulfill every filthy fantasy he's ever had with you. Oh boy, the list is long. For one, Medic wants to tie you down, gag you, and breed you like the filthy whore you are. Another consited of how he wants to fuck you on the battlefield while you're bleeding out and fingering your open wound as if it was your pussy.

You've stopped reading his letters and tend to light them on fire.

Demoman

"So, how much do you regularly charge for a quick shag?" He'd ask you before laughing his ass off.

Demo will never take you or your work seriously. Even if you politely ask him to.

He doesn't see what's so hard about showing off your tits and saying how much you love to suck cock. Demo believes you should've been a stripper if you wanted to tease men so desperately.

You frequently explain to him in detail how you help and provide for the team. You honestly can't tell if Demo deliberately forgets or because he gets drunk so often, he hardly pays attention to you while you talk.

Don't worry, though. After you've instilled the fear of women into him, he'll be gladly reminded that he shouldn't judge or ridicule a woman. If his mother were here, she'd knock some sense into him.

Demo apologizes to you, drinks, gets drunk, and apologies some more

"I'm sorry, lassie! It's just that I just get so lonely sometimes! What woman would give me, a one-eyed freak, a chance!"

He bawls on the floor, crying in front of you. You attempt to cheer him up by comforting him. Instead, you end up getting drunk with him.

Did you shag him in the heat of the moment? That's all up to you ;)

Pyro

Has no idea what you're doing to the enemy. Anything sexual you do is translated as innocent in their vision. Will never know what real seduction or sex.

Luckily, they think everything you do is nice and polite!

Regularly gives you grotesque gifts, which are usually human hearts and bones. You begrudgingly take the gifts because you know they mean well and don't wish to be disrespectful.

Pyro has a tendency to go through your closet when you leave your room. Or while you're sleeping. Either why, they steal your clothing and belongings. They pick out outfits and wigs they like along with makeup supplies. You wonder where you placed your dress and immediately begin searching for it. Maybe you left it in the laundry room. As soon as you exit your room, you see Pyro wearing your clothing over their suit. Fake eyelashes have been glued onto their eyes, and lipstick smeared all over the breathing hole.

You can't even be upset with Pyro. They're doing their best.

You let Pyro keep the dress they're wearing, considering it most likely wouldn't fit you anymore.

[papil0nglegs]

Can I request tf2 mercs with a reader who is literally the Embodiment of >:3, like reader will hide spy's knife in a different mercs room, leave a singular finger mark on heavy's weapon, replace demoman's skrumpy with coffee, ect ect. Basically reader is a little sh!t and loves to tease the mercs (the reader is basically a cat who's only Purpose is to make the mercs have tiny Inconveniences on the daily)

So unkawaii of you.. 🍡

Tf2 x reader

A/n: hi g🍅🍅🍅🍅 owww stop it 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅stop pls🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅a🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅I just wanted to🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅say h🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅i🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅im sorryr🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅stopitp🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅ls

Warnings: Piss drinking, ‘I’m a minor’

They’re all this close 🤏 to executing you. Can you blame them? You’re a menace!!

Your antics were first just “you so crazy girl!!!” To “you’re fucking insane.”

You do the absolute most, you can’t just touch heavy’s gun and leave it at that! You have to grab a bunch of Lisa Frank stickers and decorate poor Sasha

“Holy fuck y/n what the hell did you do..”

“What? It looks better.”

Once heavy entered battle he noticed people snickering at him, that was when he noticed all the cute stickers on Sasha

Yeah you’re as good as dead

They will never let you near a phone again, once scouts MOM called the base and you just happen to be right next to it..

“Hello?”

“Hi!! I’m Jeremy’s mom just calling to see if he’s doing okay”

“No he died sorry” click

2hours later

“WHO THE FUCK TOLD MY MA I DIED??”

Sometimes the beef at the base isn’t about you, so you have to make it about you

‘a bunch of screaming’

“AHHHHHHH”

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU SCREAMIN’ FOR?”

“idk I’m going to sleep”

UnSpiking beer>>>

You can replace it with coffee ORRRR, grab one of snipers jars yes we’re going there

“Y/n, you low down scallop.”

“Why are you blaming me? Snipers the one who pisses in jars!!”

The gaslighting is unreal when it comes to you, no one is safe from your manipulation

Esp on the enemy team, you’d pretend to be hurt and immediately shoot them

“Ow you broke my fucking nose asshat!!”

“Shoot uhh, hey I know I’m not supposed to do this bu-“

“Sike” 💥

Belittling the mercs is also fun, you’d randomly pinch their cheeks or scratch their ear like their some dog to really get them mad

But as soon as one lays a finger on you all hell breaks lose

“Nice job out there private!!” Back pat

“STOP TOUCHING ME, I DIDN’T GIVE CONSENT. IM A MINOR, A MINOR.”

😣..

You fuck with scouts relationships sm, imagine calling into Ms paulings phone and acting like ur his sidepiece

“Hello?”

“ARE YOU THE WHORE MY BOYFRIEND JEREMY IS HOOKING UP WITH?

“What?”

“YOU BETTER PLAN YOUR FUNERAL NOW CUZ GIRL TRUST YOU WILL BE DEALT WITH.”

Then you casually watch a scout and Pauling fight over something you started like

[jermer10]

hey! :3 could you write some sniper x reader. maybe angst??? thanks <33333

TF2 working it out | sniper x reader

suggestive, gn reader | thank you sm for the ask anon!! <33333

drabbles under the cut :P

"Hey...how ya' been?" Scout awkwardly smiled at you, giving a chaste pat on your shoulder. You, truthfully, had been a mess - hair gone unbrushed, eating little to nothing, eyes red with recent tears. "I've been better." You feigned a smile, it seemed to appease the young man. "Yeah, alright, just take it easy, yeah?" He grinned, smacking your back lightly and strolling off. You were so pathetic. Three weeks ago Sniper had broken up with you after a 3 year relationship, no rhyme, no reason. It had obviously destroyed you, but living in the desert with nine emotionally repressed men gave you no space to work through it. Now, you had them one by one ask you throughout the day if you were alright, Soldier being the harshest, "WISE UP MAGGOT, WE'RE IN THE WAR ON AMERICA!" Engie being the most accommodating, soothingly rubbing your back whilst you cried your eyes out. Everyone else being awkward, but trying to help in their own ways. No sign of Sniper for a week or so, he wouldn't leave the van, wouldn't show up to grab dinner with the rest of the team, wouldn't go for after work drinks. But the battlefield? That was a different ballgame entirely. He was racking up the most kills each match, hiding in places no one could see him, no deaths, elusive, as always. That was the worst part. It seemed like the breakup hadn't affected him at all, he had always been a recluse, and now he was a better mercenary because of it. You could only feel hopeless, accumulating the least kills, dying so often you weren't even bothered to go back into the match at some point, walking off to a quiet part of the map, places where the slaughter had already passed. You sat, legs hanging over the side of one of the many wooden platforms incautiously placed next to steep drops and cliff ends. "I'm so stupid, so fucking stupid." You choked out ugly sobs, the tears burning holes in your cheeks. You had done everything for that man, you cooked for him, cleaned his van, sucked his dick, repaired his weapons, fuck, you had your whole future planned out with him after this god forsaken war was over. Things you didn't have to do. Things you wanted to do. You had tried so hard for him, accommodated him when others wouldn't have even given him a glance. Sniper had thrown it all away, he had thrown you away. You were on a battlefield, no time to grieve the loss of what you thought would be forever, no time to reconcile because he was too gutless to face you after breaking your heart. And what did you have to show for it? Your beat up face from rubbing your eyes so hard they bruised? The not so quiet sobs your roommates could hear from across the halls? You really were stupid. And you had felt worse when you felt a hand grasped shoulder, looking up you see him. "Oh my god, fuck off Mundy." You spat as aggressively as you could muster, though it did admittedly sound more desperate than aggressive. Sniper sat next to you anyway, feet dangling off of the side of the platform. An air of awkwardness hung over him, clearly he had been watching you enough to have slipped away from the fight to talk to you. "I- I'm sorry, y/n," He begun. You glanced at the man from your peripheral vision, he looked off into the distance, seemingly trying to come up with the words to say. His hands absentmindedly fidgeted with his gloves, prodding at the material and shifting himself uncomfortably. The urge to hold him overwhelmed you. The countless times you had comforted him as he suffered from some sort of anxiety attack or depressive episode, the motions were almost routine. "Ya know how I get, I overthink it. Most of the time I don't even think- I'm just- scared." His voice cracked on the last word. He was rambling, you cautiously placed your hand in his own, rubbing your thumb on the back of his. He nervously stared at your hand, and then at you. "Mundy, you really hurt me. You gave me no explanation, you ignore the team and I for weeks, and now you sit here telling me that you’re the one who’s scared? I’m scared too! I’m fucking terrified!”

You begun to cry, “I still thought that we would do this together, both of us, scared as shit and alone, but together.” You stopped yourself from saying anything more, you would have just started blabbering incoherently. Sniper grimaced, wiping away at his eyes from under his sunnies. “I know. I’m so sorry.” He sobbed himself. You looked at him, tears still rushing your face, lips trembling, hair messy, blood splatters from the previous match tracing your otherwise perfect skin.

Sniper saw every inch of you, raw. “I am so fuckin’ stupid.” He breathed out between sobs and huffs, his body language begging you for some comfort. You obliged, leaning in to hug him. He swooped you up in his grasp, breathing in your scent, grabbing in a handful of your hair, drenching your shoulder with his own mess of tears. “Where do you even go from here?” You asked yourself out loud. Sniper answered by peppering your skin with kisses, sniffling between each kiss. “Oh…” You trailed off, heart swelling with sadness, love, and a new nervous hopefulness, maybe you would be alright.

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Check up

Medic TF2 x f!reader

Cw: none

You sat in your room, bored out of your mind. Waiting for God knows what to happen. It was always the same; Scout was being his usual annoying self. stupid and cocky, all day long he was fawning over Miss Pauling, Sniper was doing whatever he does all day long, no one knows because he’s never inside, and Spy was stretching in the most awkward and what looked to be the most painful way ever. Heavy was making lunch, Pyro was outside being his usual most authentic pyromaniac self, Soldier was yelling about some noises he heard outside and how we all should be prepared, Demoman was drunk and passed out, and Engineer was somewhere doing something.

But what really caught your eye the most was that Medic was nowhere to be seen or heard from. It scared you the most since he only did this when he was working on something, and usually, it doesn’t end well for anyone or anything. After 10 more minutes of lying down, you decided to watch something on TV. You switched it on and sat down in your mirror, admiring your body’s build. Your lean muscles and a toned, soft stomach. Your perky breast that you always prided yourself on because, well, it made you feel good when all the men drooled over them... Your mind began to drift, and a warm pool in your stomach began to form as you began to imagine what it would be like to be fucked so hard that you went braindead from the sheer pleasure. You kept imagining this scenario, but only one person took control of your pleasure in it. Medic. His stoned, muscular body and chiseled face haunted your imagination. You stood in front of your mirror, grabbed it, and positioned it in front of your bed. You walked over to your drawer and carefully pulled it open, trying not to make any noise that people on the outside may hear. You pulled out a crystal-clear 8-inch dildo. Your face was burning. Hoping onto your bed with anticipation, you slid your pants off and laid in front of the mirror, admiring your already slicked pink folds, running your index finger up them, and giving your clit a little nudge. A moan escaped your mouth. You then began to place the tip of your toy on your pussy, running it up and down your cunt. Imagine that it was your beloved doctor who was doing this to you. Slipping the head in, you paused, allowing yourself to adjust and break around the cock. You watched your body with intense eyes as your legs began to shake from anticipation as you awaited the feeling of becoming full of the toy. You pushed it in further, a loud moan leaving your mouth. You bit your lip to keep yourself quiet. You quickened your pace straight from the start. Your pussy begged to be used and broke around the doctor's thick cock. “Oh, fuck, medic.” You let out a breathy laugh. “Oh god, fuck me." You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, hoping no one could hear you over the loud TV. Two knocks fell on your door, but you didn’t hear them over the sound of the loud sounds you and the TV were making. Medic walked in, staring down at his clipboard. “Y/n. It’s time for your yearly physical,” he said, looking up at your form. “Oh my..“

“What are you doing in here?! Ever heard of knocking??” 

“Mein Mädchen, I did knock.” He stood there with the clipboard in his hand as it hung down by his legs. “But. You were the one calling for me? No?” A grin stretched over his sharp face, his pearly white and sharp teeth flashing in the light of your TV. 

“Let’s turn a light on in here.” He flipped the switch, and light began to rain on the room. “Much better.”

He sat down next to you.

"GET OUT!” you shouted 

The man leapt up and walked out the door, turning around to wave at you and smile before shutting it. “I’ll be back in 15 minutes!” You heard from the hallway. 

“Oh my god..” Your face fell into your hands. “This sucks!! I’m so dumb. Why did I have the TV up so loud? Oh god, why didn’t I just do it in the shower? I’m so stupid!” You forced yourself to endure the most awkward moment of your life. Living again and again and again until you couldn’t think right. 

You got up and got dressed, putting your toy under your pillow and making the bed. 

A few minutes passed, and the same knocks fell on your door again. “It’s open..”

The man walked in.

“mein Mädchen! Are we all set?” He grinned at you as he sat down on your bed next to you. 

Your face was burning hot, and you were still embarrassed from your last encounter. 

“Now, let’s check those reflexes!” He pulled out a red rubber hammer and tapped your knees a few times, earning a delightful groan from the doctor. “Your reflexes are amazing. schön!"  He wrote something on his board and threw it down. 

“How long will this take?” You asked as you gripped your pants. 

“5 minutes. Why? Do you want it to take longer?” The doctor grinned at you. You’re blowing it off as you look the other way. 

He grabbed his stethoscope. “Now take some big, deep breaths for me; can you do that?”

You nodded as he set the instrument on your back.

“Good girl.”

You took three big breaths as he moved the stethoscope to three places on your back. 

“Now the front.” You repeated the same pattern as he did the same motions on your chest. Your face is burning from him being this close to your face and breasts. 

“Wunderbar.” He took the plugs out of his ears, letting them rest on his neck as he again wrote something on his board.

“Now. Y/n.”

You looked at him.“Yes..?”

“Are you sexually active?” He looked up from his clipboard.You froze.. Was he really going to ask you that!? "No,” you replied.“Masturbating frequently?”You cleared your throat. “What?!” You glared at him. “Are you actually asking me that?”

“Ja! It’s perfectly normal and healthy! You know masturbation and sex can relieve cramps during your menstrual cycle! That’s good, no? It can also shorten them!” He grinned, flashing his white, sharp teeth at you. “And you know, sex while menstruating can heighten the sensitivity of your orgasm.”You gave in and answered his question.“I guess, yeah.” You looked back down.“How often would you say?” Jotting down on his clipboard“About twice or three times?” You tried to hide your face from the world.“A week?” He repliedYou noddded“Busy girl, huh?” He looked up with a grin, his glasses falling to the bridge of his nose.“Uh- y-yeah.”Your body was on fire. He sat next to you, his rough, calloused hands on your shoulder.“You’re very tense. Are you stressed?” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.“A little bit,“ you craned your neck to the side so his hit breath wouldn’t hit the shell of your ear.“That’s not good now, is it?” He stepped away.Picking up a thermometer and putting a cap on it. He pressed it against your lips. “Open up, Taube.” You opened your mouth as he slid the instrument under your tongue.“Good girl.” He wrote something down while he waited for the thermometer to beep.“98.1” he tossed the cap and slid the thermometer back. “Splendid.”

“You look a little hot; would you like some water?” You didn’t answer. He looked at you and then at your pillow. Seeing something glistening in the light. Moving the pillow slightly to reveal the rest of the hidden dildo.“Mein Liebling. What’s this?” He grinned, knowing exactly what it was.“Oh my god! Give me that!! “

“So, that’s what you were using earlier, ja? When were you calling out my name? And wasn’t it in front of this mirror? Oh, you minx!” He pulled you in front of the mirror by your waist. “Look at how cute you are, liebe. I can’t believe someone so cute can be so filthy-minded,” he began, kissing down your jawline and neck.“D-doctor..” you stammered“Hmm? Ja, what is it?”

“Please…” You took one last glance at yourself in the mirror and then shut your eyes.

"Please, what, schatzi?”

“Please..” You let out a breathy cry. “Touch me.. Fill me with your cock. That’s all I’ve wanted, and it’s all I want now."Oh, how naughty.” You felt him grin against your neck.You sighed

“I will, dear, but first you have to tell me what you were thinking about earlier when I walked in on you touching yourself.” He squished your cheeks together and forced you to look at him in the mirror. His erection is starting to poke you in the back.“I-“

“I—what, darling?”

“I was thinking about you. How good your cock would feel sliding up and down my wet pussy! How lustful it would feel to have you pound into me without giving me a chance to adjust.” You turned around and fell into the man’s large chest. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t think straight!!” The man went silent as his big hands reached the small of your back.“That’s adorable, Liebling, but did I tell you to turn around?” You looked up and shook your head.“N-no sir..”

“That’s right.” He turned you around, sat down, and sat you on his lap, letting his hand slither down your pants, playing with your soaked cunt. Medic started messaging your clit and biting your ear. You moaned and closed your eyes. “Ah-ah. Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me.” You opened your eyes and eyed the man in the mirror. “Just like that, yes, good girl,” he responded.The man slid your pants and panties off all together and began to plunge his thick fingers into your drenched and sensitive pussy, curling them halfway in. You let out a loud gasp as your eyes widened and your head rolled back.

The man chuckled. “Ooo, I think I've found your sweet spot!” You let your body fall into his and grabbed his chest for dear life. Your orgasm was fast approaching as his other hand reached for your neglected clit. Medic began rubbing circles as he fucked you with his fingers."M-gonna-c-cum." You looked up at him with lust-blown eyes.Then. He stopped all together.“Wha, why did you stop!?”The man didn’t answer; instead, he picked you up again and tossed you onto the bed.“Hands and knees, Mein Mädchen.”You nodded. “Yes, sir.”He began to undress himself, pushing his glasses back up to his eyes.The man began to position himself behind you, rubbing your hips and kneading your soft ass.“Fuck me, Dr. Ludwig.” You looked at him in the mirror and said, “Please.”

“Aww Schatz, do you want your daddy to give you a reward for being such a good girl?” The doctor sang into your ear.These words would’ve made a pornstar blush.“Fuck! Yes!! Please!”The man happily obliged as he chuckled at your neediness.He lined his thick cock up with your tight cunt and bottomed out, and without giving you any time to react, he began pounding into you. “Ach du lieber Gott,” he muttered.Pulling your body up to his chest as he forced you to look at yourself.“Look how pathetic you are, Y/n.. so needy!! I love it!”Moans started flooding from your lips.His other hand found its way to your clit again, mercilessly rubbing it over and over and over again.“Fuck—uh! I love it when you touch me like that!! God!!”

“These noises you keep making! It makes me want to wreck your cute pussy, Frau!! gottverdammich!”His pace became more rough as he reached his orgasm.“Fill me with your cum! Please Ludwig!”A smack fell on your face.“That’s DR. . Ludwig, du Schlampe!”

“Yes, ah, of course! I’m so sorry, Dr. Ludwig! Please forgive me!!”The man didn’t answer and instead kept pounding into your cunt .“M-I’m- gah! I’m going to cum! Fuck!”Your walls tightened around his thick cock, milking your own orgasm off of him.The man forced you to keep looking at yourself.“Me too.” He pulled you back to kiss him as he filled your pussy with his seed. Feeling it overflow and run down your legs. He let go of the kiss, and you fell limp onto the bed.“Say,” he rummaged through your drawer, “why don’t we try this next?” He raised an eyebrow as he held a pink bullet vibrator.You were definitely in for a long, long ride.

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, medic, pyro, sniper, and spy

↳ warnings: talk of pain but nothing too in detail. specific area of pain is kept ambiguous for inclusiveness

↳ song: teenage dirtbag—dsiboys

masterlist!

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭

• Scout is honestly just bummed you won't be playing any baseball games with him anytime soon

• He strikes me as the type of guy to not take your illness as seriously as he should, often making pokes and jabs of you just wanting to get out of stuff, until he sees one of your bad days with his own eyes

• After that, he's so ashamed of himself for how he acted. Shuffling his feet and rubbing the back of his neck anxiously; all that jazz

• Is a lot more aware of your needs now

• Still puts up a front. Refuses to be anything sort of quote unquote 'manly', so expressing that he's worried about your wellbeing is hard to do in front of the others

• Does care about you, though. He might get teased for it— resulting in the tips of his ears turning red and a bunch of angry denial —but at the end of the day he'll offer up his prized comic books for you to read as a distraction

𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

• Medic has undoubtedly noticed your condition far before you chose to tell him. How he had figured it out so quick, you had no idea, but he probably found out the same way he knew what your blood type was. Despite never having given him a sample

• It's a bit weird at first, having someone who constantly wants to do invasive surgery on your body actually offering to ease your pain.

• It is Medic after all. A small part of you had been nervously wondering if he would get some sort of sick joy out of watching you struggled to do basic tasks

• Instead, he was giving you special visitation hours with Archemedes while he tinkered with what he dubbed 'Your Problem Area'. Whether that was your knees or back or shoulders, a file on your condition quickly opened and the quickest course of action was taken to remedy it

• Gives you little suckers at the end of your visits and a big smile for a job well done

𝐏𝐲𝐫𝐨

• You aren't sure if they understand what you're saying when you first explain it

• To be fair, you can't decipher them on a normal basis, so this was expected

• But Pyro just tilts their head before letting out what sounded like a sniffling noise and bringing you into a bone crushing hug

• You wouldn't be able to tell, but in their own special Pyro Vision, the arsonist could occasionally see a painful red surrounding you anytime you felt like this. And it pained them to know you were hurting from something other than the scheduled battles

• Colors you crude little drawings with their box of crayons Engineer bought them. It often depicts you and them riding unicorns or jumping over rainbows. Always smiling and having fun

• Takes to plastering little cartoony bandaids over your skin. They don't really solve any actual pain, but the thought is still there

• Will make little fires for you and bring you to them happily. Normally, it's followed by Heavy or Engineer rushing over to put it out before it spread

𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

• On the off chance that he actually came out of his trailer, Sniper would be awkwardly helpful

• He most likey heard you talking to Medic or complaining to Spy about your chronic pain, and put two and two together

• Why you were shut up in your room durring mealtime somedays, constsntly seen walking in and out of the med bay, taking numerous amounts of pills in the morning, etc

• Is discreet in his care. It'll be little things, like telling Scout to 'lay off mate' if the Bostonian is hounding you about your lackluster performance that day; even if only as a joke

• If Sniper is lucky enough to bag some game on one of the ceasefire days, he'll approach your bedroom door and offer you a bit of the meat he cooked. Won't be offended if you're not up to it, just puts it in the fridge for later if you change your mind. Makes sure that the rest of the team knows it's for you, too

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• Spy is probably the most elegant of the team when acknowledging your condition

• If he's feeling nice when you approach him about it, he'll nod along to your small explanation and even indulge you if you choose to rant about it for a bit

• If he's not in a good mood, then just wait it out. It's not worth the wrath of an angry Frenchman for bothering him. Will become slightly less angered if you explain you were only there to share some vulnerability, however

• Tells you there's no shame in it. As an older man himself, he's no stranger to the pain that comes with this job

• Might allow you to crash in his smoking room a few times if your room is being overrun by the others. Spy knows that you won't pull any funny business on him, and god help anyone that tries to barge in in search of you (namely Scout)

• Content to sit in comfortable silence as you rest up and sleep away the pain. Spy might be a no-good lying back stabber, but at the end of the day, he's still a gentleman

[tf2-headcanons-anonymous]

Hello!

This is a blog for tf2 mercenary Headcanons!

About the mod:

You can just call me “mod”, I don’t need to share my name

I go by any pronouns

I’m gender-fluid… I guess that’s cool.

My favorite character is Pyro and Sniper, but I also love the rest of the boys <3

I do actually play the game, I suck at it tho. I main Pyro ig

Things you can request:

-SFW mercs x y/n

-Specific y/n (female/male/gn, shy, strong, etc)

-Angst

-Comfort

-Gore

-Specific ships

-Pretty much anything honestly

Things you cannot request:

-Anything NSFW

-Specific lore from the comics, videos, or even games. I don’t know about a lot of the deep lore and I really don’t want to deal with getting little details wrong.

This list may update later.

I have every right to not answer your request if it is against my boundaries.

Btw pls don’t request specific teams (Like RED or BLU Scout) in all honesty I don’t know the difference.

And please only request things about the mercenaries or maybe Ms. Pauling

Besides that, go ahead. Feel free to leave a request at anytime or even just ask me something.

Don’t feel bad if I don’t answer your request immediately! I usually answer them all at one time at the end of the day.

[david-tennant-addict]

can you do TF2 Heavy headcanons, like a sort of alphabet? I saw the one that you did with the Sniper, if you want you can do it in the same genre!

OMG! Yes I’ll give you a lovely heavy nsfw alphabet headcannons! I LOVE that big adorable guy!

——MINORS DNI——

Heavy NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is so sweet. He will clean up and even read you on of his favorite books. Let’s just hope you know Russian

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his hands because of how big they are 😏. He loves your hips because he can wrap his hands around them so easily

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He secretly love to cum in you or on your back

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes to use toys either you use them on him or he uses them on you

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He isn’t too experienced but he’s read a few smuts in his free time

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes being ridden because he can use you like a flesh light but also because he can see your face. As long as he can see your face he loves the position

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nope unless something funny happens

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is well groomed but sometimes he’s too busy to keep up with it so he’s hairy

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very. He likes to moment to be loving but rough

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not unless he SUPER pent up

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage either one you or him

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere in private

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you say or do something smart especially if you speak Russian to him he’s like puddy

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I would say hurting you but….there’s medic so I guess killing you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he’s a 6/10 and he prefers to give rather than receive but he doesn’t mind to receive once in awhile

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

SUPER fast

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

3 times a month. He’s not a big fan of it but if you need it he’ll give it to you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’ll take risks once it awhile but not often and that’s with fucking in public

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for a good 4 rounds before he’s out. He lasts for about 4 minutes

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own toys but he’s not opposed to using them as I stated before

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s fair unless if your unfair

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He grunts but he’s not too loud unless he’s overstimulated which is rare

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) he likes to speak Russian while doing it

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s fucking HUGE. I mean like 12 inches at most. Manz has a fuckin foot long!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

about a 4/10 not too high but he still yearns

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he falls asleep in like 10 minutes after he makes sure you’re comfortable and safe

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I hope you liked it! I tried my best

[rorichuu]

Hiii! (Feel free to ignore this, btw)

Could I request a tf2 scout x male!reader, where spy (with the help of other mercs like demo) tries to get the reader drunk, so that they make some bad mistakes? Basically spy is trying to get scout to lose interest in reader, because of how he has treated his partners in the past, and doesn’t want that for the reader? But in the end, scout and reader still end up in a relationship? Sorry this might be a little confusing.

rebel ; scout x male!reader

pairing: scout x male!reader

authors note: heya! i had sososo much fun writing this, like oh my god?! thank you for sending this in!

disclaimer: cursing in the mercs' native tongue, descriptions of being drunk, and Engineer/Spy being parents towards the end.

SIDE NOTE: if you don't like the Engineer/Spy ship, that is 110% okay! i can totally scrap it if you don't like it... i just thought it might be a cute addition. happy reading, my friends!

"C'monnn Y/n, take another wee shot with me, now will ya!" Demo exclaimed over the loud music that boomed throughout the base. They had won victoriously and declared a party to celebrate their winnings... and expectantly, Demo had brought drinks.

"Don't tempt me, I've drunken... a, uh... a lot!" You slurred, lips tasting of liquor, grammar non-existent at this point. The Scotsman booed loudly, his hand now (as best he could) waved in front of you. The potent liquid hitting your nose, you let out a drawn groan, quick to grab the shot from his hands as you downed the shot with ease. Soon after, the burn caught up to you, leaving you in a coughing fit as Demo slapped your back.

"I knewww you could- hic ... handle it, lad!"

Originally, it was Spy's idea to get you drunk. Unusual to think about unless traced back to past events... the Frenchman got sick over the idea of you so casually flirting with the Scout. The boy was smooth with his advances; a hand on your shoulder here, a horrible flirtation there... he couldn't let be anymore.

The reason Spy was stepping in was merely the thought of you two ending up together. His heart twisted at the idea that he may mess and wear at your heart tirelessly; a flirt only to be a flirt. Spy focused deeply on Scout's (seemingly) exterior intentions, quick to frown and wince at the failures he put upon Miss Pauling. Spy wished only for you to not get hurt... and though this is seen as unfair, it was absolute to him to bring this to an end.

Spy's advances would never have gone unnoticed; Spy isn't a drunk, and he doesn't take down shots like a certain Scotsman does... so when this was approached, Engineer was the first to speak and pull aside Spy after the announced party.

"Are you sure about this, Spy?" The Texan asked, voice full of question as the others observed... Scout and you being, of course, absent.

"Plenty. I know Scout and the same goes for all of you," he began, hand swift to pull out a cigarette from his holder. "I simply cannot let Scout and Y/n become an..." The Frenchman sighed, lighting his cig with a click of his lighter. He inhaled its smoke and allowed it to settle deep into his lungs. "Item." People spoke outwardly about this. Though Demo could partially agree... and Sniper simply without care... everyone else was against the idea aside from Pyro, who was continuously drawing in the back, happy in their own world of drawn-out gore and rainbows.

"Y/n has own mind. He is smart man, do not underestimate." Heavy rumbled, eyes furrowed in disagreement. But Spy shook his head, his hand snapping his cigarette holder shut before placing it inside his dress coat.

"If you will, I will carry on. I do not need anyone's input to sway my decision. Good day, gentlemen." And with that, Spy had left.

. . .

Demo was mindlessly helping... unbelievably drunk, but aware of his goal. He had to get you drunk! That was the easy part! But you were making drunken decisions that would make anyone gasp... and impressions of the other mercs was certainly new.

"YOU ARE A MAGGOT HATCHED FROM A- hic ... MUTANT MAGGOT EGG!" With one hand raised confidently in the air, holding a mug half-full of beer, you were partially crouched pointing at Soldier with your mocking taunt. While Demoman and Scout doubled over in laughter, you and Soldier remained yelling at each other... with your trying impression and his angered, drunken response.

"I DO NOT SPEAK LIKE THAT, MAGGOT!" Soldier exclaimed. "DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME 20!" You barked with laughter, hand at stomach as you nearly fell off the table... Heavy was quick to catch you. And as his large hands balanced you, you greeted him with a quick hello and a turn of your foot, intention to walk away... but before you could escape, his hands were rested on your shoulders.

"Best if Y/n drank water. Heavy will give you bottle." The Russian man advised, Medic close beside him nodding with agreement with a clipboard in hand. You shook your head, your giggling dying down, only if just a little bit.

"T-The party just started!" You began. "Plus, this is only my... what, my f... fuhhh, fourth drink?!" You yelled back at Demo as if to ask, he simply gave you a thumbs up as he continued to converse with Soldier.

"Y/n, z'his is your 11th drink..." Medic informed you, keeping note of your alcohol intake. Your lips purse together as you let out a 'pfft'. The German shook his head and sighed. "Please be more careful with your drinking. Demoman is enough proof alone to prevent alcoholism." Medic scowled, his sights on Tavish who was currently singing a Scottish tune... ungodly slurred and incomprehensible on his drunken tongue... and an arm wrapped around the Soldier as they danced cheek-to-cheek.

Medic then shook his head, a noise leaving his throat out of annoyance. "His liver is... surely, dead." Medic left a few scribbles on his clipboard, a head lowered down with his glasses sliding to the tip of his nose. Just moments later, Heavy had nudged Medic's arm, the German cursing in his native tongue from his jerked writing. "Was ist das?" (What is it?) He hissed before Heavy gently grabbed Medic's chin in his hands, turning his head to catch Spy conversing with you. You had slipped away.

"Scheiße." (Fuck.)

. . .

With Medic and Heavy's failed attempt to help you, it was then left to Engineer. The Southern and Frenchman were neck-to-neck, evident with their disagreements, and the intensity in the atmosphere was thick... but as Spy spoke with his silver tongue, suggesting decisions that were just downright rude, he cut through that air like butter.

With a cocky smirk and a swish of his hands, he ushered you up to Scout after his chat. Engie fired daggers into Spy's eyes, the sound of the beer bottle clinking loudly with the table before advancing towards the two. And every other merc, aside from Demo and Soldier who were clearly passed out at the bar, had their eyes on Engie. Pyro clapped their hands together and mumbled supportingly of his father figure.

But before Engineer could approach you, Spy slid in front of Engineer, hand placed on the left side of his chest. "Ah, I'll have to stop you there, mon ami." (My friend.) Spy spoke, his accent more pronounced the more pompous he got. Engineer glowered.

"I ain't gonna be your friend by the end-a' this night if you keep this up, pardner," Spy was caught slightly off guard by Engineer's translation of his remark. "You best leave that poor boy alone, his life ain't yours, and you got no right controllin' it the way you are now." As the two bickered and quarreled, the sound of you and Scout laughing alerted the two. Spy was the first to turn, looking over his shoulder as he found the two of you huddled close together... the Frenchman began to open his mouth but closed it soon after. Spy was defeated.

As his shoulders slumped, his face was, without a doubt, beat. Engineer huffed a soft laugh, hand patting his back as Pryo hopped over to offer him a beer. "C'mon, now. Let's have'a drink and talk, why don't we?" Engie said, Spy raised an eyebrow at the beverage in hand... his lip twitched in disfavor.

"Wine would be preferred." He spoke low, holding the drink by just its cap. The other man took the beverage for himself, twisting it open with ease.

"Not a problem, pardner."

. . .

The night swirled to an end. The loud snores of Demoman were overheard by Soldiers accompanied snoring. Every other merc had left for sleep, rubbing their eyes, intoxicated and hushed. All the while, Scout and you were slumped on the couch, entangled with a blanket.

Engineer was cleaning up after everyone, beer bottles put away, and sweeping up scrapped plastic cups. Spy, on the other hand, was leaning against the wall... observing the two of you in silent thought. Engineer caught wind of this, huffing before resting the broom against the bar table. He walked over to him.

"Somethin' on your mind, sugar?" He hummed, crossing his arms as he stood beside the man. Spy looked away due to the pet name, shuffling. Engie found this humorous.

"Non..."

"Does it have somethin' to do with Y/n and Scout? Perhaps?"

"N..." He thought for a moment. He sighed. "Oui." Spy found no reason to lie anymore, having found loss hours ago. Engineer sighed, his shoulder now leaning against Spy's, but just enough to not squish him.

"He'll do jus' fine with the boy. Y/n balances him out pretty well, yeah?" Engineer shared Spy's glance of the two. "Scout's happy with him. And the other way 'round... don't think we should be the judge'a that. No matter how much we wanna protect 'm." Engineer tried to reason, moving his shoulder against Spy's to sway his judgment... he knew he already succeeded, with the way Spy covered his face with his gloved hand.

"I suppose... you're right..." Spy grumbled. Engineer raised an eyebrow.

"What was'sat?" He egged on. "You. Were. Right..." Spy hissed.

"Did I hear a, 'you were right,' behind all that grumble?" With a smirk and a voice that spoke knowingly, the Frenchman lunged him off as the Southern man laughed.

"Shut up, just... just clean up like you were!"

And with the soft laugh of Engineer, the hushed mutterings of Spy... came around you and Scout, holding each other in sleepful peace.

The night ended. Just right.

.

.

.

rorichuu!

[downundergarfield]

Holy heck Garfield tf2 fan?!? I'll be the first request 😸 (or I'm probably not) but could I ask for uhhhh, some nsfw with fem/nb reader with Sniper? Where reader surprises that babygirl with some lingerie...

No worries, sweet anon, you was first!~

Here's your Bushman's milk, cuz you're epic

Sniper x Fem!reader who suprises him with lingerie

NSFW warning!

He was hovering over you, pressing you to the sheets. He was warm, even hot, you could have sworn that you felt like bacon in a frying pan. Sniper did not expect that this time you decided to please him with something exotic. Bushman admired your thirsty body in a big oversize T-shirt and pajama pants that fit you baggily.

"-'m gonna taste you like my prey.."

He growled, grabbing the edge of your T-shirt. You bit your lip in hungry anticipation.

You felt his strong hands lifting up your T-shirt, the cold air of the van drenching your body. There was a black lace bra under the baggy T-shirt. You feel him shudder.

"- Bloody gorgeous.."

Mandy almost whispers. He's looking for more. Mick puts warm calloused palms on your sides, gently descending his hands to the elastic band of your pajama pants. His grip burns and he is very excited, as if unpacking the most delicious treat. Actually, for him, you are.

He's pulling down your baggy bunny pajama pants. Under them were lace panties and stockings with straps. Stockings cut into your soft thighs a little, reminding you of something freshly baked and delicious. You feel how his grip grows savage with every dacimeter of your clothes taken off. He sighs excitedly

"my God, Sheila, you spoil me..."

Mick comes down to face you, kisses you on the forehead and cheeks

"- you know how to make yer man happy, don't ya?.."

Mick whispers to you hoarsely and hungry.

He goes down your body, leaving wet kisses that make your skin cold due to moisture. Bushman takes you by the hips, sharply pressing you against the tent in his boxers and you can feel him through all two layers of fabric. He finally pulls off his underwear, allowing a long, thin penis to pop out and crash into your aching pussy. You can feel his hot cock even through your panties and it's driving you crazy. He presses you and rubs himself, squeezing a pre-cum from his penis, which eventually begins to drip on your pubis and wets the lingerie fabric.

You can feel the back wall of his penis twisting your clit. You're languishing with desire, my God, Sniper, don't hesitate!

"- come on, enter me, Mundy~"

You speak lustfully, finally awakening the beast that hides in him. The last drops of his attempts to restrain himself dry up on your heated bed and Sniper abruptly, almost tearing the fabric, pushes your panties aside to enter. He enters sharply, but not painfully, entering your hungry flesh, and the deeper, the more his nails dig into your thighs. You can see his scarred chest moving more often. His breath caught in his throat. You literally felt each of his veins, how his foreskin bares the head and how his soft tip rests against your uterus.

'- god, you're so sexy, what are ya doing to me Y/N..."

Growling, he says, finally picking up the pace. You feel it drilling you over and over again, harassing every nerve inside you and going over and over the G-spot.

Hot moans and whimpers fill his van while he fucks you. You throw back your head in ecstasy, feeling how your beloved man enjoys you. Mick leans on you, resting on his elbows and almost pressing his forehead against you. You can feel his hot breath on your bare skin.

The crazy mix of his wild, animal

moans, hot breath and insane warmth with which the Australian cooks you, finally dissolve the lump in your tummy. You grab onto his sweaty back, trying not to slide off it, scratching with your nails, making the Sniper hiss from this slight pinching pain.

"- Mick I-I'm g-gonna-!"

You scream, feeling like your orgasm is about to overtake you

"S-same.."

He squeezes out, grabbing the straps on your stockings. Suddenly, the white-hot pleasure explodes with colors in your tummy and sparkles in your eyes when you cum hard right on his penis.

"- crikey, Y/N, im..aaAH!"

You squeeze his penis in your orgasm. Your narrowness, claws on the back and a revealing outfit are finally doing their job.

The Bushman pours right into you, filling you with his seed and hoarsely moaning your name.

After you finally catch your breath, Mick takes you in the world's strongest hug

"thank you, Sheila, that was sexy as hell."

[2frosty4you]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Masterlist ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

| FLUFF 🌸 | SMUT 🌹 | ANGST 🥀 | PLATONIC 🌼 | Hurt/Comfort 🌻 | | Request ⭐| FEM | GEN | MALE | Request/Ask box

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Ask/Request box rules ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

ʚ Idm if you send just to ask stuff or for any requests :33 ʚ Things I won't write: Gross shit, Pregnancies and rape/sexual assault

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Fanfictions ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

ʚ-› Child Of Light (South park x reader) - [PAUSED] GEN “You’re like the sun, a ball of brightness and full of joy. But what happens when you have to move away, away from your friend and everyone who understood you. Maybe then people will see the other side of the sun.”

ʚ-› Scorched (Tf2 x reader) - [ONGOING] FEM “The world was full of people who despise (Y/n) (L/n). Be it due to the amount of carnage they engage in, to the perfect privileged life they seemed to live. Being supported so suspiciously through bank transactions ending with the company name; Mann.Co. Suspicions arise as they are taken away to live in the shoes of a deceased merc inside of 'Teufort'.”

ʚ-› Knife In The Frame (Zack Addy x reader) - [PAUSED] FEM

"Dr. (Y/n) (L/n), proudly a great forensic pathologist and toxicologist and head of her own forensic building in New York. Being friends with Cam she takes over her post while she goes on holiday." "But (L/n)'s keeping a secret, one which will be exposed if she doesn't keep it hidden from the Jeffersonian."

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Oneshots ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

(to be added!!!)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Head Canons ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

↬ Tf2

ʚ-› All Mercs ⭐With a reader who’s bloodthirsty but kind to animals 🌸GEN ⭐Mercs comforting teen reader after toxic relationship 🌸🌼GEN ⭐Mercs find out teen!reader takes sole care of siblings 🌸🌼GEN

ʚ-› Scout ✧ Crushing on you 🌸 FEM ⭐Cuddling with him 🌸FEM ✧ Comforting him through a thunderstorm 🌸FEM ⭐ Convinced him to keep a stray pet 🌸 GEN

ʚ-›Soldier ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM

ʚ-›Pyro

ʚ-›Demoman ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM

ʚ-›Heavy

ʚ-›Engineer ⭐ Convinced him to keep a stray pet 🌸 GEN ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM ⭐Sub Engie🌹GEN ⭐Falling for a friend pursuing Phytotoxicology 🌸GEN

ʚ-›Medic ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM ⭐Falling for a friend pursuing Phytotoxicology 🌸🌼GEN

ʚ-›Sniper ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM

ʚ-›Spy ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM ⭐ Convinced him to keep a stray pet 🌸 GEN

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Drabbles ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

↬ Tf2

ʚ-› All Class ⭐Flustering the Mercs 🌸FEM ⭐Finding you asleep with a cat 🌸GEN ⭐Mercs reacting to underage reader being catcalled 🌼FEM ⭐ Mercs reacting to Teen Reader getting hurt in battle 🌼GEN

ʚ-› Scout

ʚ-›Soldier

ʚ-›Pyro

ʚ-›Demoman

ʚ-›Heavy

ʚ-›Engineer

ʚ-›Medic

ʚ-›Sniper

ʚ-›Spy

Updated 5.03.2024