So if anyone played with a mattiemoose as sniper during a pay load match and believed I was a bot and proceeded to kick me and I cant type I have to pay 5 whole ass dollars to do that.
scout x reader smut? headcanons or whatever you want!
i got you homie,
loves when his partner rides him.
Hands either placed on his chest or hand in hand where he supports you.
Something about how your face twists up with each drop of your hips makes his dick twitch.
fuck, you are gorgeous!
He gets excited and tends to starts thrusting upwards, he can't help himself he has to be on the move somehow.
He is not the best at dirty talk but he tries!
"come on babe, cum for me"
maybe he's getting better.
Has dirty mags under his mattress.
It's actually where he finds some of his moves to use on you.
See? Study MATERIAL.
In his own world anyway.
Noisy! He grunts and groans a lot, swears a lot under his breath.
Lip bitter, before he hits that peak Scout tends to bite his lower lip.
He has NO shame when it comes to where or when. once he feels himself getting riled up it is horny o clock and will personally seek you out or grab your wrist dragging you away.
Where? closets, offices his room anywhere as long as he can lock the door and not have someone walk in on you guys he's down where ever.
This dude is all for quickies usually would prefer in the morning or right after a match to get all that pent up energy/exactment.
Another position this boy loves is having your legs over his shoulders and pressing himself balls deep.
He loves blow jobs! and having his face sat on.
He will die a true mans death don't @ him or me.
High sex drive
He's quick to cum but he makes it up with stamina he can go for a long few rounds and even hours won't stop til his partner practically begs him to ease up.
He's willing to try some new things out never knife play or anything extreme like that.
He doesn't really care for toys he thinks he's enough to please you and him but if you want to include them then..fine he'll relent
ends up being into them woops.
PLEASE PLEASE pleaaaase call him a good boy nothing gets his dick in a twist like being called a good boy.
Kiss him! It's what he deserves!
Man will leave hickies all over your shoulders and neck.
All about after care, he got you! Help clean up and after glow cuddles.
Also is a shit head and tends to go for the nipples
I think about this sometimes, I apologize if it's too much and I can change this if you want me to (you'll have to send a new one) and I know I KNOW it’s not what you want sobs.
I am vile and dumb as shit.
Lowkey might make thIS INTO A SHORT I AM SO SORRY.
*You're actually on different sides, kinda like how demo and soldier are and it’s kind of out of character of snips
it start when you first got onto the battle field a weird liquid spilled and kinda of soaked your shoulder after it's jar exploded on a near by scout, making you pause and have a dial tone sound in your brain trying to figure out what it was.
it's..warm?
Scout whined and yelled about how gross this was and how the fuck did sniper get a clear shot at the back of his neck like this?
It's piss
it's fucking piss
this whole ass dude threw a pp jar at scout and surely was aiming for you too.
And you were right, just barley stepping out of sight in time that the jar just MISSED you.
It stirred a weird pettiness inside of you.
were you HONESTLY going to take this? The Disrespect?
Fuck no!
so for the next few days you manage to collect a few jars by catching them and risking the possible shattering of one (some have but this is for the bitter....good)
You end up collecting maybe six or seven of these wonderful jars of Australian liquid gold.
Noticing how the jars he used were easily shattered your petty ass went out to buy MASON jars, the thick ones that don’t break all to easy.
Yes you wear gloves, you aren’t a COMPLETE animal, unlike some people in this fucking base.
“what ya got there?” Your teams Sniper asked as you walked into his nest with your jars.
“I have a favoure to ask you” Letting him in on the plan with a shit eating grin.
He’s all in for it LOVES it, hates the other sniper with a passion, learn how to shoot ya know?
So he looks for the others nest for you all the while grinning to himself.
He’s just as petty if not more.
Eventually he does spot him out and keeps you covered while you mozy on over to the other side while in the middle of a match shooting down anyone coming for you.
Storming the nest with a jar in hand Mick turned to shoot you but a jar connected with his chest, then another he had to drop his rifle and raise his hands to protect himself.
A few shattered but the others just bounced off of him and rolled away.
At the end of it he just stood there arms raised up.
“I spend to long collecting your piss for this moment”
“I-” He tried to argue but he was just so surprised both by the fact that you’ve been collecting his jars and rehoming the contents inside just to return to sender.
“Stop throwing these at me!” Or you will hunt him down forever.
He does! fuck does he stop but he has bruises and covered in what he thought would never be in his own pp.
I feel thats a lie and this man has missed the jar and onto his boots at least once.
After all this you headed to his van to apologize for getting out of hand. Your need to be petty is just stronger than being a reasonable person.
he thought about shooting you for even COMING to his personal space but instead offered a beer and to sit outside with him.
needless to say you guys have an “understanding” friendship
I apologize for this, it’s been so long since I’ve written anything ifjfjfjf
Man absolutely loves going at it on his medical bed/table. (Always keeps it clean before and after)
Medic is very hands on he LOVES to grope at you, squeezing hips and your waist. His favourite place to grab are your inner thighs! he just loves watching you squirm with his hands being so close to your sex.
Tease, he’s a TEASE.
He’ll explore your body and find those special spots and tease at them, squeezing them, nip at them anything to get you riled up, he's a man of patience and will have you squirming under him like the loving partner that he is.
If this man is sitting PLEASE take a seat and claim that throne, grinding your ass against his clothed dick gets him wild, whatever was in his hand is now on the floor now that his hands are full of your hips. It’s like casting a spell on the good doctor.
ORAL!!
He is so good with his tongue and hands, will go down on you until your yanking on his hair while babbling and begging for more than his tongue.
Yank on his hair please, he’ll be grinding against the bed while fine dining and groaning. Harder the better.
Loves it when your under his desk sucking him off while he’s trying to do paper work, gotta keep his records in order. (what bones he took, what weird fucking animal liver he needs to get, he has a desk and he is a busy man)
Did I mention fucking you bent over his desk and his paperwork?
fucks you bent over his desk hissing dirty things in both German and English, his accent thickens with drawn out words, growling into your ear and catching the lobe in between his teeth an arm wrapped around your waist dragging you into each thrust.
His dick is an average length makes it up with how thick it is.
Man is experienced and will try anything at least once.
Ludwig leaves marks either by biting, scratching or sucking on the skin until the skin gets red, peppering kisses on them after.
Loves leaving marks where his teammates can see them, you can try and covering them but he’s pouting at you from the side lines.
“But you are so beautiful, Schatz“ He will guilt you into showing them.
Secretly loves being pegged....
get his ass (sorry)
He doesn’t bottom very often but if you’re sweet enough to him he might give in a little easier than usual.
Peppering kisses along his jaw and neck while popping the buttons to his uniform (added with praises and SITTING IN HIS LAP) turns him into putty.
Sorry it’s not the longest list and it’s all over the place.
You've been in cyberworld for a several months now, running around and avoiding the queen to the best of your abilities and anyone who really wanted to mess with you.
Through these months you met Spamton while on the run, you didn't have to run no but whatever she had in mind for you made you uneasy. Deep down surely she wasn't a bad lady but the idea of being forced somewhere didn't quite suit you. (Maybe it's the battery acid she drank that made you reel away worried to suddenly being dunked in it or to consume it)
Maybe her chasing you around was a good thing, you now kind of had a home and a friend. The Garbage can was large and divided with trash bags, once side belonged to you the other belongs to Spamton, who always pushed them to the side to babble to you about being a big shot again some day followed by manic giggling and violently shaking his head to the point his body rippled and glitched out before collecting himself again his smile steady his eyes bulging.
Honestly? He scares the fuck outta you his out bursts always getting sudden and loud and now don't get it wrong! he's alright but goddamn this dude really goes from 0 to 100 some (most) days .There were days where Spam liked to lay there sometimes, staring up above at the green streaked sky telling you stories of his big shot days and you tell him about home in return mostly about the blue sky that changed colours through out the day. Always asking about them always find him to scoot closer as you explain seasons to him! This place didn't change much, the most it did was get windy and cool down. It did not rain there are no trees nor flowers.
There was no sun that set and the only way you can tell it's night is by the world going dim and the green above goes from a bright neon to a dark green like a light with a turn knob the light settings switch from bright to dull.
It kind of sucked here it made you miss the stars, miss the night sky even miss how cold winter got the feel of rain but mostly.. the changing sky the changing seasons.
You missed home.
At least you got this garbage can, neat bright ass city and [Spamton G! Spamton!] and Sp-
Yeah! him!
"It sounds like [heaven]" His hand reached out to touch the lid just to drop it and smack himself in the face. He could picture it all, Maybe he'll paint the images on his walls.
"Yeah, I think you'd like sitting on a hill watching the sun set or rise.. I think you'd would go ape shit for grass" Reaching over you moved his hand his smile only seemed to grow bigger rolling onto his side so fast it almost made you jump. "I also think you'd like stars too" It was a nice thought ya know? You and him!? Sitting there some where unknown to him? You teaching him all this neat [heavenly] things?
That was the dream, but dreams this big shot didn't think were all to small.
However Spamton knew deep down it was a hopeless dream but he liked the idea, Him and his new big sho- hey hey hey! where are you going?
The sudden light from the outside world from you opening the lid was blinding, excuse me? Reader? where are you [leaving to?]
" (y/n, big shot! where are you [shop now before our stock runs out?]" The little Ad bot shot to his feet climbing over trash to get to the edge that you crawled out of fingers nervously taping at the edges. You went places often trying to find work or thrown out food data, he went too and sometimes the things you find? Sellable! Great for his little run down shop.
"I'm going to see if that Pink Addison threw out some tea" and to look around, usually that area was a jack pot but Spam didn't go there he avoided the Addisons like a computer virus, funny since he is the virus.
"You don't have [a Brentwood cordless 35.99 kettle!]!" He got you there. "I like the smell?" You do live in literal garbage "They're like, car fresheners but in tea bag form" Did he roll his eyes behind those heavily tinted glasses? Yes, yes he did. "Our house stinks! man, be reasonable!" Giggling you headed off into the shopping district and immediately into the alleyways where the garbage for the day has been dumped and quickly got to work digging through the trash.
Ha! Score a small box of some funky flower smelling tea found under bags of actual trash. Today might be a good day after all, with a victory fist bump you left the tea garbage alone making a B-line for a large dumpster, flipped the lid and hopped in kicking things over, finding small damaged trinkets that maybe Spamton could take to his sad little shop.
Why didn't he live there? It's a bigger space although hidden but safe and you supposed trash got tossed into your shared dumpster could have something of value or close to what would be valuable, as they say one mans trash is another two homeless peoples treasure.
Speaking of treasure. "No fucking way" Pushing and throwing a bag to the side to uncover the very thing that caught your eye, reaching and lifting the small galaxy light projector and turning it in your hands. It looks almost new say for the garbage it was covered in and the crack in the lens it practically looked pretty uh newly used! You tried to turn it on and it did! it blasted to life blinding you in the dark space, flickered and then died. Blinking away the bright, flashing dots dancing across your vision and twisting the little machine over popping open its battery backing. Maybe it needed batteries! Digging frantically in your pockets you found your wallet, pulled it from your pocket and flipped it open, not a lot there but you had some dark dollars you've been saving for a none existing rainy day and missing about ten dollars of it. "Spamton" eyes rolling back in annoyance and knowing you probably should of expected that, ah at least you had some dark dollars left. Shoving the little projector into your bag you quickly left the dump and into the main area, brushing her hair with your hands you stepped into a shop for batteries practically vibrating in excitement, something that didn't to happen to often these days but Spamton keeps you both optimistic about the situation. Although he did sometimes get really quiet while his glasses fuzz out and his blush is gone alone with his wide smile.
Sometimes he sat like that for awhile either lying down or sitting up hands folded and head down almost like he was preying. He didn't say much in these states when he did it was mumbling for help and if anyone could hear him in perfect speech almost sounding like an Addison, rhythmic and drawing you in to their pitches while you find yourself idling with the thought of "Maybe I do need this". Boy, those Ads really draw you in and get your attention.
Speaking of you not only bought the batteries needed for the little projector, some that might not even work and this machine is nothing but trash and some pastries leaving you broke but hey it left you fed for the night. You practically made a mad dash towards home, bolting across the street clenching your teeth as the time for the cars to stop wore down and home bound. Slowing to a full stop before the dumpster, taking the projector and fiddling with the batteries.
"Hey hey! Ligh Tner!" Spam peaked out hearing the struggle leaning over at the little object. "What is th-" You cut him off "Do you remember when we talked about the stars? Well I found something that you're gonna go nuts for-if ..if it works" "no no I don't need t0 [speaks for itself!]" He snorted resting his elbows on the edge then his cheeks in his hands watching you and that strange little doodad, something he could sell maybe? You shot him the trash man a grin "What is it you asked? oh the coolest thing ever!"
The moment you popped that battery in the little machine came to life filling the alleyway with fake bright yellow dots meant to be stars and a soft blue light dancing along the four walls of the small alley. "Anyway, I bring to you a very half ass version of the lightener night" The crack in the lenses really did take away a good portion in the middle making the rotating stars cut out and back in making the bright ally go dim every few seconds. "See? coolest thing ever, uh say for the giant ho-"
Looking towards Spamton you couldn't stop your heart from dropping into the pits of your stomach. He held the edges of the can tightly, leaning out as far as he could his glasses fuzzing out and his teeth parted in an attempt jaw drop head trying to turn with the bigger dots the bunch only to lose them in the crack, his blush a miss but he was in awe the puppet just couldn't process it all. Stopping the turn feature he paused and stayed so, so still. "The colours aren't quite right they're a bit off" You spoke getting onto the ground to lay on it, Spamton bursting from his spot to lay beside you almost shoulder to shoulder his entire body disassociating and bursting into sparks his little body falling apart, this surprise maybe being to much for him, settling slowly arms by his side.
Even if they were off he wouldn't know, he just knew he was star struck. Big wide eyes. "SO it isn't [cook it by the book?] " He didn't mind that one bit "Nah, but it's close enough" That was good enough.
Oh yeah! Reaching into your bag and grabbing those snacks you reached out to hand him his, pausing at the sight you managed to see under his glasses, his wet eyes flickering about counting how many little dots there were. Setting the little pastry down and began to slowly reaching to take Spamtons, fingers lacing around in a vice grip almost as if you'd disappear if he didn't hold on tight enough.
An odd silence passed between you two, Spamton never the one to keep quiet for long before going into a tirade about stock markets random thing's he just wants to talk.
It does get lonely living all by yourself in an alleyway, how can he not talk your ear off?
Casually you scooted closer to Spam closing the gap between shoulders just so you could rest your head on top of his, the little salesman tensed up at your sudden and bold move before relaxing and bursting into manic cackling. "SAY,[favourite customer!] TELL ME MORE ABOUT [the bed bath & beyond!?]" Ah there it is, he spoke loud huddling closer to you because he is not at all trying to lay on your shoulder to cuddle against you, he is merely trying to hear you better! You lighteners always talk so quietly after all!
"Well, first of all that is a store not the star chart" You pointed at random dot patterns telling him about the big dipper even though none of the random dots actually showed off any of the star patterns, but he listened intently until the little puppet man started to nod off, picking at your shirt and trying his damned hardest to pay attention to whatever you knew about the night sky.
"One day buddy, You and I are gonna be up there, well not among the stars but up there! Lightener town...yeah you're gonna like it" You hoped he would.. you hoped you could take him.
To bad he was fast asleep before he could hold you to your promises.
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