#sniper x reader

[yourlocalcuntette]

when people ask me what my type is and i gotta look them dead in the eyes and say sniper from tf2

[deaththcekid]

Sniper DEFINITELY has a piss kink

u cant tell me this guy doesn’t cmon. and bc i say so also hehe. PLEASE just hear me out on this. Im surprised i don’t see a lot of sniper having a piss kink. Who’s with me on this hc 🥹

[alicechess]

Yandere TF2 Sniper x reader head canons

Sniper is a stalker and an obsessive yandere.

If your team is winning, his aim is going to be on you. Not because he wants to shoot you - he just enjoys watching. That's mainly what Sniper does as a yandere. That and taking photos of you. He has way too many, but he can't bring himself to get rid of any of them.

He's not an inherently aggressive yandere, but if someone tries to get with you, he's not against slitting their throat or shooting them from a distance.

He's unsure on how to bring up the idea of a relationship with you. He knows it unlikely you'd feel the same. If you were to reject him, he wouldn't want to lose the friendship he has with you. He wouldn't cope with that well, at all.

If he ever does build the confidence, likely after a while of being very close friends and you accept it - he'd be over the moon. He would still stalk you, just to make sure you're safe and that no one else is trying to get with you.

Once you're with him, you aren't leaving him. If you pick up on the fact he watches you, or you find the stash of photos and missing items... Well, lets just say you aren't leaving his caravan. If you somehow were to find a way out, he'd track you down. Doesn't matter if you're in a different city or state, he WILL find you.

Sniper would never lay a hand on you, however, he will tie you up. If you were going to be rude or difficult, wouldn't be against gagging you.

Whenever he has to leave for work, you have a chain on your ankle. It's just long enough so that you can go around the caravan.

Besides having no freedom and being chained, he does spoil you. If you like drawing, you'll have a bunch of art supplies. Playing the guitar? Gets one for you. You may be isolated, but you've got all you'd ever need right there.

If you are that desperate to go outside, he'll switch the chain for a slightly longer one. But it would only be used while he's home.

Since he has long shifts, you'd likely get lonely. If you tell him you are, he might consider allowing you to get a pet. But only one. If you still miss him - or on the off chance not want a pet, he'll try and get less hours.

He love you a lot, a bit too much even. But he does care will try to make you happy. He just can't lose you.

[blackkat15]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

First TF2 fanfic for the pile

[heswiththescienceteam]

“Target Practice” - Sniper x Reader

⚠︎ 18+ CONTENT ⚠︎

Sniper lets you stake out with him in his sniper tower as he picks off the enemy team. As you watch him at work, you get the bright idea to test how good the professional assassin is at his job in a rather unconventional way.

Here’s an excerpt from another one of my fanfics! Link to the rest of the fic at the bottom of this post!

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“You don’t do anything in your downtime…?”

You boldly question him in a hushed voice, praying he’d catch on. Silence washed over both of you, making you slightly panic. Did you push it too far? You look at the barely visible side of his face, his eyebrow just in view. He had a blank expression, which didn’t make your anxiety any better, but after a few nerve-racking moments, they rose. Light red pigment brushes his face as his mouth slightly parts for a second.

“Uh, nah. I don’t, uh, I can’t slack off.”

He stumbles over his words clumsily, the grip on his rifle slightly tightening and shuffling his stance.

“That’s a shame.”

You reply with a grin, backing away from his ear.

“Wait, wait.”

Mick mumbles quietly out from gritted teeth, his face slightly moving from his scope to look at you. You return his glance and hum, intrigued by his reaction.

“Look, I uh, I’m not sayin’ I can’t, uh…”

Mick continues to struggle to find his words, flustered by the fact that you’re obviously suggesting some sort of intimacy. Before he could finish his sentence, you walk back over to him as your hand moves to the back of his pants, your thumb snaking through the back loop of his pants, softly tugging at it as you bend back over his shoulder, his ass resting against your thigh.

“You sure you can do your job if I do this? Don’t want you getting in trouble.”

You grin, talking lowly into his ear. He visibly shudders, gripping his rifle to steady himself.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve dealt with worse.”

His Adam’s apple bobs weakly as he processes what the hell he’s gotten himself into. He can’t slack off, especially like this. This could cost him a life, hell, even his own. But it’s not like that mattered. His teammates will respawn whenever that is. They don’t even care enough to look out for him, so who says he always has to keep a sharp eye out all the time? Because he’s a professional, and one with standards at that. He frowns at the thought, debating with himself about the morality of this situation. As he processes this, you take no time to get to work, sliding your hand out from his belt loop and down to the back of his thigh as you look to him one final time.

“You sure you want this-”

“Yes.”

Mick cuts you off immediately with a husky, low tone, his voice dripping with unbridled desperation. You smile at his reaction, beginning to guide yourself down to your knees with your hand as gently as possible so as not to move him to the best of your ability. Now, beneath him, you look up and admire the sharpshooter. The gold from the afternoon sun hit his face just right, exaggerating his sharp features, and shadows from the scars on his face sprinkled his skin. God, you wished you could worship him right now, praising him for how god damn beautiful he was. He took a peek down at you for a split second, his eyes instantly returning to his scope as he cleared his throat.

“Just… get on with it, will ya?”

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You can read the rest of the fic here! I’m currently working on an (admittedly self indulgent) medic x reader fic that focuses on cardiophilia… real excited to finish that one. Also working on the second chapter for Like A Man!

Also, I might open requests for fanfics! I’ve never written for someone else before, but I love making things for people and I think my best works are always made for others, so I’d love to start doing that! Let me know if you guys would be interested in that!

[canazel]

lucky - fem!sniper x fem! reader

(a/n): AGGGHH first post guys!! i hope you all like it :> fem fortress and fem sniper have had me in a chokehold since i joined the fandom ;-; feedback and requests are welcome!

mick dialogue is in red!!

cw: slight suggestive content, mentions of sex, fluff

How did you get so lucky? Lucky to be blessed with the most beautiful woman as your lover. Lucky to be wrapped in her strong, warm embrace on an otherwise cold morning. The sun gleams through the window of the kitchenette. The beams flood your bed and shine on your lover below you. You smile content;y at the beauty and ask yourself again: 

“How did I get so lucky?”

You sliver out of her arms and sit yourself on your knees. You take in the sight of your fully nude girlfriend below you; her hair messy and all over the place, a slight drool coming from the corner of her mouth. Last night was beautiful. Your body intertwined with Mick’s… her rugged hands feeling up the plush of your skin. Your lips entangled in a passionate battle for dominance - a battle that she was winning. Her lips move from yours and find your neck. The sounds of her sucking, panting, and praises raised the hairs on the back of your neck. 

“You’re so bloody gorgeous darlin’.. you know how to tease a woman, dont'chu?"

The sight of your lover so blissed out and peaceful brought warmth to your heart and face. You bend down and place a small kiss on her lips. 

You sit up again and make your way to the kitchenette. Despite it only being morning, the New Mexico sun was warm and bright. You’re sure that the coolest you’re gonna feel is right at this moment, walking around the camper completely nude. You let out a yawn and stretch your hands over your head until you hear a satisfying pop. You reach over to your coffee maker, filling the chamber and pot with the grounds and water and let it slowly heat up over the stove. A groggy groan came from behind you on the bed and the sound of blankets rustling ensued. Before the day gets too much further ahead, you slip on a pair of loose panties that were lying on the floor and one of Mick’s old cut up shirts that she wears to bed. Spotting you, she sits up on the edge of the bed, sleep still present in her eyes, posture, and voice.

“Mmhn - lovie, c’mere.” Her sleepy voice sent a pang of adoration through your body and you happily obliged, padding over to her. She looks up at you and smiles, taking your hand and bringing it to her lips. She leaves soft kisses and bites up your arm until you’re eye-level with her. “Needa hold you for a little bit ‘roo.” You crawl into her lap and let her fall backwards against the bed, holding you like a precious stone. You let your head fall into the crook of her shoulder and close your eyes. She lets her hands roam over your back, your hair, your stomach - basically anywhere she could, drawing random shapes and words into the skin. 

10 minutes of comfortable silence settles over you both as you’re almost convinced you’re both just going to go back to sleep, ignoring the world and settling for each other. She shifts her body a little bit so she's facing you, placing a gentle kiss on your temple. You two stare into each other's eyes, admiring the love and admiration you both held for each other. You huff before pushing yourself up onto your forearms - the smell of the fresh;ly brewed coffee had taken over the camper and had been your sign to get up and actually get the day started. You stood up and walked back over to the kitchenette, grabbing two clean mugs from the little cupboard above.

Mick had gotten out of bed and began redressing herself and giving herself a little freshen-upper for the day. You left her mug on the counter and walked up to the passenger side of the van retrieving her glasses and hat that had been tossed away absentmindedly during last night's activities. Mick had made her way to the front to join you, bringing her coffee and rifle with her. She plopped into the seat with her coffee and lit a cigarette as well. She let the smoke engulf the van and looked out the windshield, likely mentally preparing herself for what the day would ensue. The smoke mixed with the sunshine boring onto her face made you stop and stare. She really was everything you wanted and more

She caught your staring eyes and smiled softly while giving you a cheeky wink. You shook yourself out of your trance and gave a sweet smile back. Rising from your spot, you shift to sit in her lap, wrapping your legs around her waist. You run your hands along her cheeks and lean in for a kiss. She met you in the middle of the sweet embrace and let her hand roam to the back of your neck, pushing you deeper into her. Before you knew it, one of you had opened your mouth and made way for a full on make-out session to occur.

“Micky, you’ll be late if we keep this up…” The realization must have set in for her and she rolled her eyes playfully.

“Yeah, yeah. I know mate. Gosh, you’re startin’ to sound like Solly with all these demands.”

You giggle and playfully swat her head. “I just don’t want them to make you run a bunch of extra laps.” She groans and rolls her eyes again. “They’d probably still try to make me run ‘em anyways.” This gets a chuckle from both of you.

 You settle in again and lean back to take in the sight of her. A half-lid smile graces your features, and you think to yourself again:

“How did I get so lucky?”

[arainywriter]

No Running in the House

Chapters: 12/?

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Ratings: Mature

Relationships: Medic (Team Fortress 2)/Reader, Spy (Team Fortress 2)/Reader, Sniper (Team Fortress 2)/Reader

Characters: Medic (Team Fortress 2), Spy (Team Fortress 2), Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Soldier (Team Fortress 2), Scout (Team Fortress 2), Engineer (Team Fortress 2), Demoman (Team Fortress 2), Heavy (Team Fortress 2), Pyro (Team Fortress 2), Miss Pauling (Team Fortress 2), Administrator (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, POV Second Person, Slow Burn, Caretaker reader, Past Sexual Abuse, Reverse Harem, Reader Needs a Hug, no beta we die like men, Time Travel, Comic Book Science, Female Reader, Period-Typical Sexism

Chapter 12 Summary:

Your oven breaks, and well, who else can fix it except for Engie?

[peony-veins]

hehehe totally not self indulgent (perhaps a little, since the desc. Of the reader is loosely based off of my sona) but could you do a nb reader that’s janitorial/custodian for the base? Like they clean the base, and the field after battles and whatnot and they’re always on their feet doing god knows what and cleaning up after everyone’s messes. They give, but are too afraid to take because they don’t think they’re deserving of it.

enter, sniper!

personally in a few headcanons of mine, he’s a bit of a selfish bastard, because he knows what he wants when he wants it. Could you possibly write something of sniper just spoiling the reader a little bit, letting them be a little selfish after a hard week and or day? Just very fluffy and affectionate :,)

Thank you if you do, I love your writing!

Sniper x Janitorial!nb!reader

Masterlist

Everytime someone gives me an amazing prompt that is clearly self indulgent but also done in a way where so many can enjoy an angel gets gets their damn wings man

•as much as you always tried to give and let everyone have their moment in the sun, he always noticed you from the shade

• the week was a shit show for you. Things had gotten messy every damn day with the weapons everyone had decided to use dp you were working overtime.

• not to mention how soldier and scout have been in an argument for the last three days leading to the base beinf a mess in the wake of their screaming and throwing matches

• watching you get wearier and more tired was..a bit pathetic honestly.

• he’s a solitary man of course, out of himself ultimately. But he couldn’t help but wish he could do something for you.

• you’re whizzing around on your feet all the fucking time. It’s dizzying just to watch you.

• so when he noticed that you’ve had a hard week, the already lack of pep in your step as it were finally fizzled out and you dragged yourself along the place..he sighed , rolled his eyes and went to get you some stuff

• after an hour he had gotten back to base, his face already red from embarrassment. This was so unlike him..why was he so wanting to help? But whatever it’s fine.

• as he headed to the main base he asked for your help and he did catch the little flicker of dread in your eyes , but he knew it was anything but dreadful if you accepted his help.

• you were slightly confused as you came to his van, but as yous stepped inside, you saw a warm meal on the table, a new pair of boots on the chair and just random practical bits and a few nice things like little snacks he’s noticed you’ve had before.

• you asked him what’s this about?

• he decide to respond by looking away bashfully “you look like a headless chicken always running around. It’s been a shit week…enjoy yourself.”

• he just puts his hand in your back as you try to tell him you’re fine and you don’t need all this but before you know it you’re sat down and he’s handed you a fork to start eating.

• the food isn’t the most spectacular thing but, it’s made with warmth and love. It’s a subtle way of telling you he appreciates all you do. Because he really does.

• as the evening goes by you both slip into comfortable conversation , enjoying eachothers company. He lets you air your grievances and whatever else hung heavy on your shoulders. You didn’t even notice when he put his hands on your shoulders and started to work the knots out.

• eventually in the night that had covered the world you had accidentally fallen asleep

• you woke up noticing he had tucked you into his bed as he slept on the floor right next to you… he really did care even if he was oh so supposedly “out for himself always.”