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scr11bles

7 months ago

Hiii!

Can I get f!Reader x sniper tf2 who ordered Irish coded with a side of black forest gateau ?

order up for anon! wanna order something for yourself? here's the menu!

- irish coffee: "Fuck, that's a good girl." + black forest gateau: cockwarming

cw: poor attempt at an australian accent through writing

word count: 1,957

(MDNI below the cut!!)

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The climb to Sniper's nest was always a difficult one, and it always led you to be weak in the knees and out of breath. Gasping for air, you ascend to the last rung, your boots thudding against the creaking wooden flooring of the nest. At the sound, Sniper's head whips around and stares at you from behind his dark aviator shades, making you freeze in place as his sharp eyes always seem to put you off and cause your heart to stutter.

"Let's get to it, there's an extra rifle over there."

Right- The reason you were up here in the first place. Your class was, for a less of a better term, a jack of-all trades. You've spent time with all the other mercs and learned their skills, able to replicate their duties to a t. Now it was Sniper's turn to teach you, and honestly, you were more excited to spend time with him than the others. Sure, you didn't really spend the most time with him since you joined the team, but that didn't mean you haven't acknowledged each other. A few shared packs of ammunition during battles here and leftover coffee from the pot for the other there, the two of you really just helped each other through the courtesy of being teammates. At least that's what you chalked it up to.

You grab the spare rifle off of one of the crates nearby, fidgeting with it in your hands and inspecting the weapon before walking over to Sniper and sitting down on the stool next to his. You glance at at the man next to you expectantly, nervously glancing at the him before you see him nod to your hold on the rifle. Lifting up the rifle you hold it steady, peering down the scope and looking out of the large opening where a window used to be, noticing the various targets scattered around the grounds below. Your body jerks when you feel Sniper place his hand on your back, and you swear you could hear him let out a quiet huff of a laugh, but chalk it up to your nerves, letting your teammate adjust your posture into a straight one.

"You want a straight back and squared shoulders, otherwise the kick will make ya' hurt.

You nod your head, immediately taking a brief note in your head at his instruction, and pull back from your view down the scope and glance at Sniper before noticing that he's bringing his other had up and adjusting your hold on the rifle. Fighting the urge to squirm as you watch his much larger hand and long fingers curl over yours, you watch intently, somewhat paying attention to how he changes where your grip stays on the rifle. Sniper stares at your hold around the gun with narrowed eyes behind his shades before he grunts and nods his head to the targets out the opening below.

"Alrigh', try to take a shot."

Sniper mumbles next to you, moving his gaze out towards the targets as you peer down the scope and pick a one. It isn't like you haven't shot a gun before, but for some reason the pressure to make this shot felt especially intense. With a quick inhale and a slow exhale you squeeze the trigger, feeling the rifle kick back into your shoulder while watching the bullet fly out towards the target, missing it by a hair and running into the dirt while kicking up dust around it. Embarrassment floods through your veins and you don't even dare look at Sniper. Sure, you didn't think you'd be perfect right away- but completely missing the target? Fuck.

"S'alright roo, wasn't much of a shot either when I started out."

And there it was, that little nickname he gave you after your time of being on the team. Sure, it was probably just a friendly term of endearment between friends, but damn did it make you flustered. You swallow nervously and nod your head, sending him a small glance before reloading quickly and picking another target. Following your same routine of breathing in and out, you squeeze the trigger again, flinching at the kickback while watching the bullet whizz through the air and hit the target straight on. Headshot.

"There she is- nice shot roo."

Sniper places a hand on your shoulder and jostles you, a small rare smirk tugging at his lips as he looks down at you. You give the man a lopsided smile back, glancing back forwards and scoping in once more, picking a farther target and swiftly reloading before pulling the trigger. Once more, the shot whiffs and drills into the dirt, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. You scowl and curse under your breath and actually hear Sniper chuckle audibly at your response to missing, keeping his hand on your shoulder and squeezing it.

"You got it. Again."

And that's how it went for a few solid hours, missing and successfully hitting headshots along with Sniper's guidance. After another solid headshot on one of the farthest targets, Sniper glances down at you, simply watching the focused triumphant look that spreads across your face when you aim for the kill. The man clears his throat and looks away from you, tipping the brim of his hat up with his thumb and adjusting his aviators before breaking your concentrating silence.

"You're gettin' good roo. But can you handle distractions?"

Sniper questions, making you furrow your eyebrows and glance up at him. Distractions? Like gunfire and explosions, teammates screaming for a medic?- you ask him. Sniper makes a 'kinda' gesture with his hand before moving it to your shoulder once more before trailing it down to the small of your back. Oh. Those kinds of distractions. You swallow shakily and shake your head; no, you haven't had these kinds of distractions before, but who said they were unwanted? Sniper smirks softly and moves his hand to shift underneath your shirt, the man chuckling to himself as he sees and feels the goosebumps spreading across your skin immediately from his touch. Sniper snakes his hand around to your stomach, thumbing the fabric of your pants and underwear before pushing his hand down beneath them, brushing his calloused fingers over your clit. When you jerk and stifle your moan, Sniper tsks at you and grabs your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes forwards.

"Uh-uh I still need to see you firin', love. Get to it."

With a pathetic groan you oblige, trying to still your shaking hands as Sniper moves his fingers through your wet folds, praying to whoever resides above that your face isn't visible burning right now while you hold back your sounds from escaping your lips. You right your position, squaring your shoulders and straightening your back as you prepare to take a shot at one of the farther targets in the distance, aligning your shot with shaky arms and exhaling as you squeeze the trigger. At the last second of your movement, Sniper pushes one of his fingers into you, making you gasp and twitch which causes your grip to falter and your arms to shift. The bullet you fired misses by a long shot, making you grit your teeth and turn to glare at Sniper who just looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Better adapt, roo. We can't have you gettin' distracted out there."

With a groan you reload shakily, letting the faintest of whimpers escape past your lips as Sniper pushed another finger into you. You feel your body twitch and squeeze around him as he starts to move his fingers, his long digits pressing into your sweet spot that makes you keen. You whimper as you look down the scope of the rifle once more, trying to slow your breathing in an attempt to soothe your beating heart as you pick a target in the distance, desperately trying to ignore the way Sniper's fingers reach every sensitive nook and cranny inside of you.

When you squeeze the trigger to shoot, Sniper thrusts his fingers into you, making sure to drag his fingertips across the sweet spongy spot in your cunt. While the action does make you jerk, you bite your bottom lip and steel your hold on the rifle in your hands, ensuring that the bullet keeps forwards. With the sound of a sharp crack in the distance, you're able see through the cloud of dust where you see that your shot went straight through the target's head; headshot.

"Looks like we're adjusted to that already. C'mere then, love."

Sniper whistles lowly as he looks at your shot in the distance, withdrawing his fingers from your dripping pussy and licking them before he starts to undo his belt haphazardly and undo his pants as well. He takes his weeping cock from out of his pants, smirking and chuckling lightly at the look on your face- like you want to devour him. Sniper grabs your wrist and forces you to stand up in front of him, his deft fingers making quick work of your pants and panties before he tugs you into his lap so you face the same way he does.

Sniper rests his chin on your shoulder, his warm breath ghosting the back of your ear as he guides himself into you slowly. You feel him go all the way to the hilt, your legs twitching as he fills you completely and then some. As your cunt twitches around Sniper, he groans into your neck, moving his hands up to rest over yours as you continue to hold the rifle in your grasp.

"Let's keep at it, yeah roo? Get some good shots in and I'll move f' ya."

With that incentive, you inhale and exhale shakily while reloading with shaky hands, watching how Sniper's hands go along with your movements as he rests his hands above yours. You attempt to straighten your back but squirm as you feel the new angle Sniper's cock hits you at from the change, causing a low whimper to emit from your throat as you look down the scope of the rifle in your hands to pick a target to shoot at. With a sharp gasp, you hastily pull the trigger after aiming correctly. Despite Sniper suddenly bucking his hips up into yours, thinking you'd crack under his pressure of movements, you stay (somewhat) collected and keep your arms steady. A sharp crack sounding through the air as the bullet flies toward the target, hitting it dead on the targets head.

"Fuck, that's a good girl. excellent shot."

Sniper purrs deep into your ear, the praise making your limbs feel like jello as he lazily thrusts his hips up into yours, giving you the stimulation you craved as you sit wrapped around his cock. Your teammate nuzzles into your neck, giving your throat a soft nip while he squeezes your wrist.

"How about two more, yeah?"

Sniper smirks into your neck and grumbles out his words, only allowing you to nod your head in response as you reload once more. Just as you exhale to take your shot, Sniper snakes one of his hands down to brush over your clit in tandem with short thrusts. the new movements make your arms grow weak, your grip on the rifle loosening as you pull the trigger. The bullet flies far away from your intended target, burying itself into the rocky ground in a cloud of dirt and dust. You hear Sniper chuckle into your neck as his fingers continue to draw lazy circles on your clit, making your body twitch and convulse with each brush.

"Too bad roo. Gimme four more now."

You're not gonna last like this if he keeps playing this game. Though, you think he won't really either.

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sorry for the blueballs ahh cutoff, i have more requests that i wanna get out tonight. ps: i love sniper he is my favorite despite the pee jar situation