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You can tell a lot about a person from the way they approach a first kiss. Spy might have some assumptions about Sniper, but he’s experienced enough to not have any solid theories on what might happen. It can go either way—Sniper has a certain methodical air about him most of the time, but Spy can also account for the fact that Sniper is a bit of a brutish man, often out of polite society and well into the wilderness where kissing something might mean having your face bitten off.
And on that note…
Spy hasn’t actually thought extensively about Sniper kissing him. To be honest, most of Spy’s thoughts had been about fucking the man; where to fuck him, how to fuck him, and asking if he’d be even willing to fuck. Fortunately, after some circling and testing the waters, Sniper agrees, as casually as one might expect. Better than some spur of the moment ordeal while drunk, in any case.
They don’t kiss at all during their first tryst. Well, not in the traditional sense. Spy, being the one to have brought up the proposition, does the polite thing and sucks Sniper off first. Then, Sniper returns the favor. And on their next encounter, weeks later, it was only hands and some rutting, though Spy had pressed his face against Sniper’s shoulder as they both came.
Fine enough. But Spy can admit he has always been a man of slightly romantic inclinations and gestures. He can separate the two, otherwise he’d be no good at his job. The act of kissing physically excites him as much as a handjob, blowjob, or cock in the ass. Spy can always do without, but the play at intimacy is what gets him to have some real thrilling fun.
“... Oi, Spy. Got a question; am I boring you?”
Spy’s mind snaps back to the present. He looks down.
Sniper is on his knees, mouth wet with spit and precome. He looks a bit annoyed, though Spy doesn’t see the problem; Spy is hard, and his cock is leaking appropriately. He clearly isn't bored.
“I was only thinking,” Spy says.
Sniper proceeds to look offended. He gives Spy’s erection a pointed tug, making it twitch. “Thinking about what? The quarterly payroll? C’mon, mate.”
“I haven’t said a word. You may continue,” Spy says, patting Sniper’s sweaty hair. His condescending touch makes Sniper blush a little, which is an interesting detail that Spy files away for later.
“That’s the bit—you haven’t said a word,” Sniper mutters.
“Oh! So you wanted a conversation,” Spy says, feigning guilt, “I apologize, I’ve been too preoccupied with having my cock in your mouth.”
He hadn’t known it possible to mock a person while still complimenting their sexual oral skills while getting insulted about his own non-sexual oral skills, but Sniper seems to bring out the most preposterous situations.
“You can give me some direction here, you know,” Sniper says, exasperated.
“Well, I enjoy being kissed,” Spy says, since it’s fresh in his mind. It’s not every day he has the opportunity to give a simple and straightforward answer.
A look of surprise flashes across Sniper’s face. His eyes briefly go to Spy’s mouth, a small frown in the process of forming, but Sniper seems to reconsider his line of thought and instead leans forward to give Spy’s cock a perfunctory kiss along the sensitive underside.
Spy shivers from the unexpected contact, but he also wonders about the odds of Sniper storming out of the closet if he happens to let out a snort of laughter. He barely manages to choke it back.
“The mouth,” Spy clarifies. “I meant my…”
“I did use my mouth,” Sniper says, speaking over Spy, but apparently he was still half-listening. He stops again.
His lips part, most likely in surprise. Just as well, since Spy has always been an opportunist. He bends down and presses a firm kiss against Sniper’s mouth.
Sniper immediately puts his hand around Spy’s neck, drawing him in. “Ugh, bloody hell,” he mumbles against Spy’s mouth, and pushes his tongue between Spy’s teeth.
Spy shudders, a quiet moan escaping from his throat, even before Sniper reaches between his legs and jerks Spy off the rest of the way. All Spy can do is rock into Sniper’s hand, more shakily than he wants to admit to while Sniper determinedly kisses him through it.
And then, when he’s in a boneless and satisfied heap on the ground, Sniper prods the middle of Spy’s forehead, finger still slick and sticky.
“Shoulda told me,” Sniper grumbles and kisses Spy again; this time, with a little more assurance and a lot more annoyance.
Like Spy has always thought—you can tell a lot about a person from a second kiss.
It might just be my dyslexic ass but i cant find the fic you wrote with spy time travelling to the future via a teleporter? did you take it down or am i just too sick and can't see it?
aaa I got your second ask saying you found the fic (hindsight, probably!), but I'm gonna also mention that I have a bonus tag #fic: hindsight where I've been shoving extra bits, wips, commentary, and scenarios related to the fic. I, uh, still have the spiritual younger!sniper pov sequel in my wip folder but... you know.... my writing whims are fickle and stupid.
And I'm not in the habit of taking down my fics but if you ever think one is missing, it's probably because I've locked it on ao3! About 75% of my stuff requires a login just to cut down on the spambots, haha.
Rating: T, (M for later chapters)
Ship: RED Spy/RED Sniper
Note: Temporary amnesia, wip. Get ready for some absolute nonsense.
Summary: Sniper suffers from a head injury and doesn't remember the last three years of his life. There's a lot to catch up on, including his relationship with Spy.
Unexpectedly, Spy handles this with a little too much grace and tact. This might be a mistake.
Happy SniperSpy day! May I request samefaction, Sniper showing a really overt form of trust without any irony or caginess (like asking Spy to tie him up perhaps?) and Spy Cannot Deal with that?
Or if that's a little much for a request: turns out Sniper's a good dancer and Spy's v charmed by it
Thank you, even if you don't end up using these! <3
I had another request for someone being tied up (i'm mulling both prompts over!!) so here's a trust scenario that's a little more domestic, if you don't mind. :')
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Sniper opens the door to the camper to let Spy in. It's morning on their day off so he finds it quite reasonable to still be barely decent in his boxers with toothpaste foam in his mouth.
Spy makes his opinion known with a raised eyebrow.
"It's past ten," he says, stepping in. "Even for you, that's late."
Spy, of course, is already dressed, sans his jacket draped neatly over his arm. In his other hand is a thermos. Likely for coffee, considering Spy is already reaching for the cupboards to pull out two mugs.
Sniper waits for the autolock to finish whirring shut before he turns around to spit the toothpaste in the sink and give his mouth a quick rinse with a handful of water.
"The code in is 0-0-3-4," he tells Spy. "In case you ever wanna pop in and I'm still dozing."
The sound of the mugs awkwardly clinking on the counter is the only indication of Spy's surprise. When Sniper glances at Spy's hands, they are steadily pouring the hot coffee in each cup, steam wafting upwards. From the smell alone, Sniper can tell it's the good strong stuff, not from the scalded communal pot and more likely from Spy's intricate pour-over set up.
"Even if I'm not in, I don't mind," he adds, watching as a single drop of coffee drips over the countertop.
"Is it because you don't want to get up from your bunk to unlock the door?" Spy asks, quickly wiping the drop away with one of the dish towels.
"Nah. Just thought it'd be easier for you," Sniper says, reaching for one of the mugs. He takes a noisy sip, attempting to taste the delicate notes of whatever bean that Spy had managed to illegally import. Unfortunately for him, his only conclusion is that it's coffee—smooth and pleasantly bitter—but he doesn't really have the right words to describe the nuances other than, "This is pretty damn good."
"I'd rather break in," Spy says, ignoring the compliment, "Or hack the pinpad."
"Yeah, and I'd rather not replace the pinpad every time you sap it," Sniper replies, taking longer sip. He holds up the mug. "Where did you get the beans from?"
"Singapore. I thought you might like it. They've just elected their first prime minister. The beans are from the official luncheon menu," Spy explains. He pinches the bridge of his nose. "I don't mind asking permission to visit then. I shouldn't have the code."
"Always 'preciate a good ol' British separation," Sniper mumbles, savoring the coffee more. He sighs, nudging Spy to take up his own mug. "And I don't see why not, seeing as you already know it. I get that you're bein' polite in pretending that you don't so I'm formally telling you now it's zero, zero, thr-"
"That's only saving sensitive information to use in emergencies, or if I have to blackmail you," Spy says, gripping his mug so hard Sniper can hear the leather gloves strain.
"You'll not accept an indefinite open invite then?" he asks, prodding Spy's mug upwards.
"I can't give you the codes and keys to my room," Spy says, steadily looking him in the eye.
"Not askin' for an exchange," Sniper says, pushing the warmed rim to Spy's lip. "Plus, don't think I got enough pockets to hold all six hundred of your room keys."
"Don't be ridiculous. It's three keys, five codes. Sometimes a breathalyzer," Spy corrects, voice going muffled as he speaks into the mug.
Sniper tips the cup for him. Finally, he hears a grudging sip and sees the bob of Spy's throat as he swallows. He sneaks a peck on Spy's cheek while he's got Spy distracted. Even through the mask, Sniper can feel on his lips that Spy is warmer than usual.
"It is pretty damn good coffee," Spy admits, taking another sip to block his face with the mug.
Not that it hides his smile much. Sniper steps away to slide into the dining bench. He props his chin into the palm of his hand.
"Bring some more tomorrow," he says, watching that smile turn into a grin.
I’ve been assuming your Tumblr username is read “Lyric Alt”, like the alt you post lyric on, but I’ve only just realized that that’s kind of silly sounding and it’s probably meant to be Lyrical T. Because Tanya. Still, I’d like to ask just to make sure I’m correcting myself correctly… is it Lyrical T?
You're actually not too far off on both accounts!Decades ago I had an OC named Lyric (yeah...yeah.........), and in the RP community I was in I just went by his name. (lyric-mun) Then I got into writing fic so just stuck with the name and its variations (t-lyrical in some other places). But now in my head it's always just been one word; lyri-calt.
hello bodyswap anon here!!! Those snippets are TASTYYY. they're really cute gahh........ and I don't see ma mentioned very often in your fics so very surprised to see her inferred here!!!
you mentioned that you knew more snpspy body swaps... I was wondering if you still have the links for said fics, are they outside of AO3? There's only around 5 on AO3, and lord knows i crave more🫣
Thank you! I try to mention scoutma as much as I can when writing rspy since i firmly headcanon that she is one of those permanent fixtures in his life despite separating--like a real integral lived-in part of his being which is sometimes difficult to put in fics since I mostly write silly oneshots or pwps, often from sniper's pov. I do my best to mention her in passing when writing from spy's pov. actually, thinking back, i have a lot of wips that have her which makes me kinda think that i do write her write a bit, just never publicly posted, hahah. Sorry! I have an old spy/scoutma fic here if you would like though.
oooohhh and the bodyswap fics -- you probably already know them but A Brawl in Someone Else's Shoes and Switch are the ones that come in mind, but I recall two more that aren't on (or no longer?) ao3. (actually I think one was a comic;;) I tried searching on the wayback machine but I think they were on livejournal or tf2chan. It's been over a decade;;; sorry for giving you false hope, anon. I could've sworn they were on ao3. I hope you find more snpspy bodyswap fics out there!! (me, also begging)
have you ever written a sniperspy body swap fic by any chance, i feel like it's something you would do (similarly to the age swap one) but if you haven't, will you ever write one....👁👁
oughhhh, I love bodyswap fic and for some reason I don't think I've ever written it for any ship, mostly because I think I'd rather read it than write it. :|c There are so many good snpspy bodyswap fics that I adore, I don't think I would add anything new, but also I'm a hypocrite because I could always read more snpspy bodyswap. If I were to write it... it'll probably just be fucky body dysphoria pwp. the two of them straight up jerking off in some weird way because that might be kinda funny. hrm.
but!!! Admittedly, I haven't considered writing bodyswap fic because I've been busy struggling with another offshoot of the trope--body part swapping? Which I have actually written a lot of for other fandoms. (eyes... hands.. voice.)
This is an old wip, but I've had this heart-swap fic in my drafts since last year. Basically Sniper and Spy get blown to pieces so Medic does surgery and accidentally swaps their hearts because he panicked a little. Here are two little scenes:
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Spy’s got a thing for curvy sheilas with black hair and tall blokes with a specific sharp way of dressing. People who wouldn’t normally catch Sniper’s interest has his eyes wandering, and Sniper knows it’s all Spy’s heart. It's unexpectedly shallow and vapid yet utterly human. Even Sniper can't begrudge Spy for that, though he assumed such interests were above Spy.
But sometimes Sniper will pass a dark haired lady in a blue dress and his heart goes all sideways and achy, like it’s stumbled on itself and is going to collapse—and then two seconds later it’s gone, and Sniper is left mildly annoyed.
So Spy’s got a special used-to-be someone that he can’t have. Not surprising.
Spy’s scared of Pyro. Maybe fear is the wrong word for it, but Sniper can feel Spy’s heart in his chest, the way steady rhythm picks up in Pyro’s presence. There's a general uneasiness, a touch of irrationality behind it. Sniper shakes out his wrists to loosen his hands, keep them from clenching, wanting to flick a cigarette.
Another annoying habit that Spy has—shaky, twitchy hands when he’s on edge. Stupid. Not like Medic swapped their brains or limbs out, but the heart apparently controls more than Sniper thinks.
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It feels like ooze in his chest, valves all gummed up set to a foreign beat that doesn't seem to pump the blood right. Sniper feels it sloshing through his arteries, head to toe, and it makes him have the shudders. Fuck, and he hates it when he can't manage to keep still.
"Ain't right having parts that don't feel like they belong to you," he says, when he and Spy catch each other in the break room. "How the bloody hell do you not feel bothered?"
Spy glances at him. He seems puzzled by Sniper's entire question but then he starts laughing in the middle of exhaling his cigarette, billowing smoke from his nose and mouth. His smile has a mean edge to it, no mirth and all self-disparaging.
"Well, I suppose it's second nature for me," Spy says sardonically. He thumps his own chest with the flat of his palm, like he wants to smack Sniper's heart out of his ribcage. "Isn't it obvious? I ended up making a career out of it."
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Unfortunately I don't think the fic is going to be very hot and sexy. It's just an excuse for me to earnestly write about how Sniper and Spy will have to take care of each other's hearts. Or die in agony from heart attacks. This is probably more like... a mind bond fic, if anything.
okay okay I don’t usually like doing song recs but since that one anon did and because you’re the goat of all things sniperspy in my mind palace I would be REMISS to not bring up like. Half of Sleep Token’s entire discography for crossfaction sniperspy specifically. To name just a few, Dark Signs (“I won’t break and bend to my basic need to be loved and close to somebody” Spycore asf????), Take Aim (“And when I see you waking up / And it sends me shivers / How you love like weapons kill” !!!!!!), Higher (see below oh my god SEE it)
then Say That You Will:
and then of course, of course, basically the entirety of Blood Sport:
and this is JUST the Sundowning album!!! Take Me Back To Eden has even more tracks I could mention (see The Apparition [!!!!!]), but if I started talking about that this ask would get even more ridiculously long and I’n already embarrassed enough just finishing this up jgaugrhrghagghhg. Do you See my Vision
Hahaha, I've heard some of Sleep Token's songs before but I've never registered the few I recognize to the artist. Thanks for setting me straight and putting a name to the songs! I think I've heard them on other ship playlists ejksfas.. You're right a lot of them are crossfraction (yeah... blood sport especially), but I ammm a samefraction mainer and I do like Dark Signs for red/red, but I am also delusional. I do see your vision though!! :') Putting Dark Signs on my snnprspy fanmix asap...
okay i rlly need to get this off my chest so im gonna ramble to you my fav tf2 writer
Theres a song called “ Sex with a ghost “, its litteraly Sniper X Spy
Spy is obviously the ghost and Sniper is the one being “ haunted “, and the whole ghost thing fits Spy perfectly cus of the cloak thing and the nickname Spook and yada yada ( trying to not ramble off in an ask srry )
the song is also a love hate relationship with one another so ding ding ding!!!
thank you reading my ted talk :3
Ooh, thank you for the song rec. I'm not familiar with that artist. My music tastes are kinda basic, but ironically listening to sex with a ghost led me to other songs that were good as well, heh heh. That IS a very snprspy song, cross fraction especially!
Rating: M
Ship: RED Spy/BLU Sniper Robot
Note: wire play
I've always wanted to try writing wire play so thank goodness for @heterogendermannerism's really tasty sniperbot headcanons. Thank you for letting me bash sniperbot around, ehe.
Just wanted to say it's so refreshing to see a fanfic author with such a unique style! I really appreciate the way you write, I love the vocabulary used, not too stale but it doesn't feel like you wrote with a thesaurus open. Im a big fan of your sniperspy works, mostly because that's the only fandom you write for and I am familiar with, and you nail their voices perfectly! Every single work I read, I felt the emotional baggage of the characters, the context for the relationship and the way it informed every decision, which was amazing for characters like Sniper and Spy who don't outright say what they mean. Lovely work!! Plus, I absolutely adore the way you write the other tf2 cast when relevant, Heavy and Demo come to mind! Really goes to show you understand more than just your favorites, you are truly a skilled writer who understands the structure of your works, the world the characters live in and the characters themselves. Again, amazing work, peace and love 🕊️
Ohhh, this is such a lovely thing of you to say about my writing. Thank you!! Ahahah, I actually use the thesaurus pretty often but like with any other assistive tool, moderation is the key. And also constantly thinking "would this character use this word in their head", which is easier to do when writing, like, only two characters most of the time HAHAHA. You don't know how relieved I am to hear that it's not stale. I love writing the same things over and over and I do get self conscious of.. uhh.. pet-phrases. But I think that's just the nature of things when I do lots of short oneshots.
And I'm happy you enjoy the rest of the cast whenever I let them appear, eheh. I would love to expand on them too but I'm the type of person that can only juggle a single ship (my favorites, as you've said) at a time. heart and brain small. but focused.
