#yandere engineer

[5eraphim]

Oof sorry for another one but can you do something where engi and you have your first date together at his house, but you have a tiny bit of an odd feeling about him. He's very sweet, but almost overly nice. He offers to make dinner for you and you say yes, but what you don't know is that he put aphrodisiacs in your food.

These prompts were so fire! So freaking fun to write for, thank you for these!!! I feel like ever since I've been writing short stories I've wanted to write a "you don't love me, you love how being loved make you feel" confrontation between reader and their yandere- very cathartic to finally get that scene out of my head and into a finished work!

Title: Birthday Cake

Rating: X (MINORS DNI, YOU KNOW THIS ISNT FOR YOU)

Content Warnings: MAJOR daddy kink, dub-con, spanking, aphrodisiacs, yandere, toxic relationship, forced intimacy, fingering, possessiveness

Word Count: 7k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

"In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you're whispering 'where have you been?' I say, 'I've been lost but I'm here now. You're the only person who has wver been able to find me.'" unknown title, Sue Zhao

You should've known better than to give in to the kindness of strangers. Well, perhaps not strangers, but the excessive displays of affection from your teammate Engie had long since worn out their novelty. You'd only been a member of the team for a few months yet, ever since then, Engie'd taken a certain special liking to you, something which bothered you right away. It wasn't your style to accept being fussed over by anyone, but no matter how you tried to politely push him away, he never seemed to take the hint. 

What really surprised you was his latest act of kindness, inviting you to his place to share a meal together. A birthday dinner, his treat. You knew you never told him your birthday or anyone else for that matter, and you couldn't even guess how he found out or how long he'd known, and honestly, you weren't sure you wanted to know. You initially tried to politely decline, planning to make up some lie about plans to call family after work to celebrate. But he was stubborn, absolutely refusing to take no for an answer.

Something about his forwardness bothered you, but still, there were worse ways to spend a birthday, and you agreed to meet up at his place later that night. Giving you a comfortable amount of time to get cleaned up and changed out of your work clothes before you found yourself at the address he provided you earlier. Knocking at the door, you tried to ignore your rising anxieties and let yourself believe Engie was your friend and you had no reason to be so skittish. Perhaps a little too friendly sometimes, but not someone who would ever hurt you.

Engie held the door open for you as you entered, leading you through the kitchen; the smell of well-seasoned food cooking on the stovetop and roasting in the oven overtook you before you entered. While you'd never actually stepped foot in Engie's home, it looked exactly how you'd imagined. A cozy rustic kitchen with a wood stove, gingham-printed curtains and tablecloth, and a grand wooden table in the center, modestly set for two. You could hear the lazy strumming of some folk song on the small radio on the dark wood of the kitchen counter over the crackling of the low fire burning in the furnace on the other side of the room. Engie lived alone, but you knew he regularly invited family over; the dinner table alone could easily sit 10, but something about the sight of the massive table set for only two made it look so lonely, and you couldn't help but imagine how empty it must look set for only one as Engie was no doubt used to.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Engie's eyes following you as you made your way inside, and you wondered when was the last time he'd had non-blood-related company over. While you were still a bit uncomfortable with his forwardness, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe he was just nervous, and you had no reason to feel uncomfortable around him. He was your friend, an ally, surely not one who would mean you any harm. 

You sat at one of the seats set for dinner, watching as he prepared two plates. Before he even opened the oven, the smell of Texan comfort food hung heavy in the kitchen and dining room. He kept the dishes he'd made in the oven to keep warm until you showed up, and judging by the considerable pile of dirty bowls and utensils piled by the sink, you reckoned he must've spent hours cooking. Watching from the table, you heard Engie humming as he pulled out a few deep dish bowls, unlidding them before loading up the two plates. He piled on roasted vegetables, mashed potatoes, and thick cuts of meat you couldn't quite identify coated in a rich dark sauce, which were just the first things you noticed him dishing. 

He said to you from over his shoulder, "There's biscuits on the table for you if you need something to nibble while you're waiting." Like you were even that hungry. But if the biscuits were half as appetizing as what he was dishing out, you were certainly tempted. You pulled one from the cloth-covered basket in the center of the table and bit into the still-warm biscuit, watching him approaching with two full plates in hand.

"I made sweet tea fresh this morning; care for a glass?" Before you could say yes, he was already turning back around to fetch the pitcher from the fridge.

"You really pulled out all the stops tonight, huh?" You were joking, though simultaneously were genuinely overwhelmed by his generosity. He just chuckled, and you thought you heard him muttering something under his breath along the lines of, "Anything for you."

For a few minutes, you chatted politely, listening to the radio, enjoying the home-cooked meal, and feeling the stress of the day melting away as you genuinely enjoyed the taste of his cooking. 

"You made this all yourself?"

"Sure did! But it's all mamma's old recipes. You oughtta be thankin' her... How'd I do?" He smiled and tried to look modest, but the look in his eyes said, "I know it's perfect." 

"It's amazing; she must've taught you well." You saw a light blush coloring his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he looked down with a big smile. You hadn't expected he would get so flustered over such a simple statement. Though now that you thought about it, Engie was a bit friendlier this evening than normal, which for him was saying something. Perhaps it was for the best you tried to leave now before he got too carried away. Pulling away from the table slightly, you pushed your plate forward.

"Well, this has been wonderful, but I've had enough. Thank you so much for all this; you're so sweet." To your surprise, Engie's smile faltered for just a moment.

"You didn't finish…" He didn't look mad, but his face didn't entirely mask his disappointment. 

"It's been a long day, Engie, but I'm about ready to crawl into bed… You aren't upset, are you?"

He perked right up after you said, "Aw shucks, of course not! I understand! I'm not upset. I just hoped I'd get the chance to give you one last thing." 

Engie stood from his chair before you could ask what he meant by this, pulling something from the fridge, hiding it close to his chest, and out of sight from you. While you didn't know exactly what he was hiding, you consoled yourself by acknowledging, at least, whatever it was; it must've been quite small. He fidgeted with the thing for a moment before shutting the door to the fridge.

Engie smiled sheepishly, turning around, holding on to a little teacup saucer holding a miniature cupcake so small it could fit in the palm of your hand. A single little yellow birthday candle flickering on top.

"Engie, I can't accept this-'' You forced a nervous laugh while you felt guilty for letting him spoil you with dinner earlier; the cupcake made you feel even worse. 

"Sure I did; it's your birthday, ain't it?" He drew closer, depositing the little treat before you as the candle continued to burn, little trails of wax dripping down the sides. You were conflicted, feeling a combination of obligation to accept the gift he'd been saving for last and not wanting to take anything more from Engie after he'd done so much already. While you admittedly didn't eat too much of the dinner he prepared, just enough to show gratitude for his efforts and to keep him from noticing how you kept cutting up the food into tiny pieces, pushing them around on your plate. While you felt bad about wasting the food, you knew you'd be sick if you tried to force yourself to eat it all. 

There was no way you could get away with doing that with this. But you had to admit, it was pretty cute, and you didn't have the heart to turn him down now that that cupcake was right under your nose. Closing your eyes briefly, you inhaled before blowing out the candle, wishing silently to yourself out of this charmingly claustrophobic kitchen as fast as possible. Pulling the candle from the top of the cupcake, you held it in your hand for a moment before taking a bite.

You could've sworn you felt an oddness in the cake's texture for a split second when you swallowed. The cake was denser than you expected but tasted just as appetizing as it looked; you finished the tiny cake in a few bites. 

Engie smiled warmly, reaching over and squeezing your shoulder, "Happy birthday, buddy'." 

You were about to say something when you felt a bizarre warm feeling in the pit of your stomach, not unpleasant, just a little tingly. You took a deep breath, repositioning yourself in your seat, feeling a bit hot under the collar out of nowhere. Clearing your throat, you thought maybe the cupcake went down wrong, and there was a perfectly valid reason you felt so heated out of nowhere, but internally you felt a twinge of panic. 

If this were a sudden sickness, it was like nothing you'd felt before. You tried your hardest to keep composure, telling yourself this was all in your head, there's no way you were genuinely so suddenly weak out of nowhere, but your body wouldn't listen. Once again, you found yourself fidgeting in your seat, unable to find a comfortable position. So distracted by the warmth spreading from deep in your gut through the rest of your body you almost didn't notice how heavy your head felt or the dryness in your mouth. Placing both elbows on the table, you clasped your hands together, resting your head on top of your fingers to keep yourself from losing balance. 

Fortunately, Engie didn't seem to mind, or maybe didn't even notice, how quiet you were as he cleaned up the kitchen, humming softly to himself along with the radio. You heard his footsteps close behind. 

"I'll get this out of your way."

You cleared your throat again, nodding a silent "thank you" as he took the saucer away. While you knew there was something a little off about the taste of the cake, you couldn't put your finger on what.

Forcing yourself to take another steady breath, you scooted back in your chair a little bit to press your back harder against the back of the chair, rolling out your neck slightly as you started panting. Much to your dismay, however, this did nothing to extinguish the odd warm sensation in your gut, which felt like it was spreading so quickly to spite you. Thankfully, due to the room's low light, there was no way Engie could see the way your face had begun to heat up. You didn't know if you were blushing because of the new found warm feeling between your legs, the strain of trying to appear emotionless and unbothered, or the embarrassment of being caught in such a situation in the first place, or likely an unbearable combination of the three. 

You couldn't stop fidgeting, unclasping your hands to grip the chair's armrests as you backed up a little harder into your seat. Under the table, your legs, already crossed, began to squeeze a little tighter together, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to suppress a sound of frustration as you felt the skin of your breasts and nipples tingle a little, becoming more sensitive on account of whatever the hell it was going on inside your body."No, no, not the body- just in your head. It's all in your head; just take a few deep breaths, hug him goodbye, and you'll be out in no time. you've got this." You could feel your hands white-knuckling your chair's armrests as your head dipped forwards, eyes shutting as you tried to maintain composure. 

By now, your breathing had become rapid, and while you knew it was best to keep your head back to let in as much oxygen as you could, you no longer had that kind of inner strength. The best you could do now was pant as quietly as possible as that awful warmth intensified deep inside. You were scared, wondering what the hell had gotten into you, but to a lesser extent didn't care and wanted nothing but to grind your legs together even harder or slip a hand between your legs. To do something- anything, to satisfy the awful neediness between your legs. There was no denying it now; you were wet for sure.

This was agony. Your jeans felt a size too tight, the cotton denim like sandpaper against your legs, chafing your poor sensitive skin, to say nothing of the inseam of your jeans you were painfully aware of against your clit. Swallowing hard, had no idea you'd been salivating so notably. While the intensity of your arousal began to plateau, focusing on anything else like this was impossible. 

Before now, you tried to keep your eyes open, spotting against random objects you could see in the room to try and keep yourself grounded, but by now, your eyes were fluttering and shut against your will, and the room seemed to spin when you tried to focus on anything. The feeling of Engie's hand suddenly touching your shoulder, his fingers barely making contact, caused you to jolt fully upright in alarm. 

You had no idea how he got back to you so fast, nor how long he'd been standing over you like that, but you were rendered functionally speechless in surprise, looking up with him wide-eyed, your neck still bent forward slightly, unable to support the full weight of your head, forcing you to turn your face to make eye contact, feeling pathetic as he looked down at you from this position.

"Hey, did ya hear me? Are you feeling alright? You're looking a little, uh… warm." It was hard not to cringe hearing him speak like that. Engie could sense you were extremely uncomfortable, but you silently prayed he just thought you were feeling ill. Trying desperately to convince yourself he couldn't detect your sudden unexplainable arousal. He knew something was happening with you, and it was humiliating to hear him trying to be so polite about it. 

You managed to lean away from his touch; you tried to force yourself to straighten back up in your chair and were about to answer when a spontaneous throb of arousal caused you to tense up and shrink into yourself. Engie had to grab both your shoulders to keep you steady and prevent your head from crashing forward into the table. Despite this, you tried to wriggle away again but couldn't manage to shake his hold on you. 

You can hear him saying your name, his voice heavy with worry, only making you feel sicker. But your head felt too fuzzy to speak, no matter how hard you try to respond. Your mouth won't work, and you were forced to stay held in place until you manage to center yourself well enough to answer. Taking a shaky breath, you speak in a rasp,

"I'll be fine; I just need rest." You hardly sounded like yourself, so trembling and hoarse.

"Honey, c'mon now, you can tell me what's wrong." He tried to squeeze your shoulders a little to relax you, but you only whined slightly at the feeling of his strong fingers, feeling so supportive and stable against your limp, overheated body. You knew if his hands were enough to make your head spin like this, you needed to get out as fast as possible.

"Engie- I'm going home now." Even though your words were slurred, you managed to speak clearly enough to express that much, still fidgeting in your seat to try and break free from his hold on your shoulders. Your eyelids felt so heavy, your face so warm, all you wanted to do was change into your pajamas and get a little sleep. Wanting more than anything to get back in your own bed and get rid of the awful burning inside your body. But thinking like that was dangerous, and you didn't dare let your mind wander while you were already feeling so turned on.

"You can rest upstairs in my room, c'mon lemme help you up."

"No!" Your eyes shot open as you tried to lurch out of his grip like a cornered wild animal; you were already scared, and thinking about what would happen if he brought you up to his room only made things worse. 

"Don't take me up there! Wanna go home- please, please, not upstairs- I don't want to!" It was humiliating to hear yourself begging like a child being sent to bed early, but you couldn't stop. You tried to use your grip on the armrests to pull yourself away from Engie, but he was too strong, and all you would do was tire yourself out fighting like this. You couldn't tell if you were actually crying or if you just felt like you were. Trying to fight against the wicked desire quickly sapped all your inner strength; it hurt to try and keep up like this; you just wanted it all to be over.

"Hey, easy now, I've gotcha. I'm not gonna hurt ya-" Engie spoke to you like he was trying to calm a spooked mare. He let go of one of your shoulders to turn the chair you were sitting in away from the table so you were facing him before returning the hand to your shoulder. You were too embarrassed to look him in the eye, keeping your line of sight straight ahead on the wall behind him. Feel sick listening to him patronizing you like you were his little pet, not another grown adult, much less his own comrade.

"Then let go!" You meant to sound immature, but the meat you could manage was another childish pout. 

"I ain't lettin' go. You're not looking too good there, honey; if I let ya go, you're gonna hurt yourself. I ain't about to let that happen." Despite having to physically wrangle you like this, Engie sounded as calm as ever. You whined as your muscles went limp, as you finally gave in and let him hold you upright.

"Engie, I don't wanna- Please, just take me home…." Surely he could feel how you continued to tremble under his hold, maybe even picking up on how your skin was practically hot to the touch, but you didn't care. 

"Listen, I know you don't feel well, and you're lookin' even worse. My room is right upstairs; I want you to sleep in my bed until you're feeling better." Despite his syrupy-sweet voice, you still felt too disturbed to let your guard down.

"Don't make me go to your bed…" To your surprise, you could hear Engie laughing gently about this before feeling him help you up. You wrapped your arms around his forearms to help brace your weight a little while you struggled to find your footing before wrapping one of your arms around his neck, leaning entirely against him to support yourself. Your face was now painfully close to his, all while he merely regarded you with his easygoing smile.

"Aw honey, I wasn't gonna make us share the bed!" He winked before continuing, "Temptin' offer though it may be." Feeling your body pressed close against him like this was doing nothing to help your situation, you grit your teeth, forcing your face to turn from his to the stairs across the room. Without another word, he helped you make your way to the stairs.

A part of you wondered if he was going so slowly up the stairs to prolong your misery as long as he could; at least, that's what it felt like to you. You used one arm to grab his arm around your shoulders while the other white-knuckled the handrail; not once did his arms budge from either around your waist or from your shoulders, the side of his body crushingly tight up against yours. While the feeling of helplessness and discombobulation was wretched, you hated yourself for clinging so tightly against Engie, letting him lead you upstairs to his bedroom, despite your trepidation. 

When the two of you finally made it to the top of the staircase, you were about to step foot on the second floor when you felt Engie mumble something into your ear as you bit down on your lower lip to keep from moaning at the feeling of his lips grazing against your ear, breath fanning over the side of your face, and tickling your neck without warning. 

"Almost there now, honey. You're doing so good, just a little longer." You nodded, feeling as though your knees were about to give out at any second. 

By the time you reached the doorway of Engie's bedroom, you didn't wait for him to get the door first. You turned the knob yourself and pushed open the door, too blinded by the idea of finally getting to lay down to worry about waiting to be invited in first. Engie helped push the door open wider as the two of you staggered inside. You refused to stop moving until you were in bed, and with almost drunken, unsteady steps, you finally found your respite, crashing into the soft flannel sheets the moment your shin connected with the edge of the bed. 

Finally lying down, you lay, sprawled out on your back for a moment, giving yourself time to catch your breath. At last, you were lying down and in bed; nothing in the world mattered right now except for the cozy cotton sheets that provided you with a little nook to curl up inside of.

For just a moment, you felt better, the burning wasn't gone, but at least now it was a bit less uncomfortable. 

"Usually, I'd make the bed before the company shows up, but you look pretty cozy down there. Are you feeling any better, darlin'?" You didn't answer; rolling onto your side, away from the side of the bed where he stood, you buried your head in the pillows, twisting the sheets and blankets in your hands, pulling them closer. Not exactly to cover yourself with, but just to have something soft and comfortable to grip onto, something much better than the hardwood of your chair's armrest. But it was more than that. Something about being in his bed like this felt so perfect like you were exactly where you needed to be in the universe. You were hyper-aware of Engie's scent trapped in the bedding, shamelessly nestling your face directly into it, wanting to feel it all over you. No matter how embarrassing it was to be watched in a state like this for a moment, you allowed yourself to indulge. Writhing into the blankets, using them to wick the sweat from your forehead and neck, nestling your head into the nook where the pillows met the bed. 

You thought you could hear him chuckling from above, but you weren't sure, but the idea of him getting so much enjoyment watching you nestling into his bed made you self-conscious, making you whine in irritation, the sound almost entirely drowned out by the pillow. Still, the shame wasn't enough to keep you from wrapping both legs around the top blanket of the bed, spooning the fabric, feeling blissful but frustratingly unsatisfying on account of your jeans keeping the blankets from rubbing up against your bare skin. Despite the bed's softness, you somehow couldn't manage to get comfortable and couldn't stop from kicking and thrashing like a fish out of water. The smell of Engie flooding your senses was the only thing going through your mind, but it still didn't feel like enough. You could feel the bed dipping as Engie sat on the side of the bed, his hand against your shoulder, making you shiver and your nails dig into the blankets.

"Can't get comfy down there? You need me to grab you something to drink?" With a snicker, he continued, "Need daddy to read you a bedtime story?"

You frowned, looking up at him over your shoulder, "Don't talk to me like that."

"Aw c'mon, you know I'm only-" He tried to laugh it off, but for some reason, you found yourself more agitated than usual at his ribbing. 

"You know what I mean!"

"Pardon?" He lifted his hand from your shoulder as you rolled from your belly to your side to look at him. Something about the awful heat coursing through you made you more brazen than usual, and you could not stop yourself from acting confrontational.

"I hate when you act like that- When you look at me like you know better than me! You're not responsible for me. I don't need you to take care of me!" His brow creased as he looked at you, hurt, confused, and completely taken aback by your sudden attitude. Your breathing was ragged, and it was hard to keep your voice from rising. You didn't know where this anger was coming from, but it felt as though you were finally telling him how much you hated when he babied you. The suddenness and intensity confused you, but the catharsis was there all the same. Telling him how you really felt. For so long, you'd been forced to be professional and mild-mannered around your comrade while he would condescend and coddle you; to finally bear your emotions like this felt damn good.

Engie tried his best to force a small smile to mask the hurt you could still see in his eyes, "I don't do this because you're weak; I never said you were weak-"

You laughed bitterly, "Right, it's because you're just such a nice guy; how could I forget?"

Engie spoke slowly, "I only do this because I care about you; I only want what's best. You know that."

"You don't love me. You love how being needed makes you feel!" By now, you were certain you were crying and weren't even really talking to Engie; now, you were talking to him. In your heart, you weren't really mad at him, but you hated how weak you felt when he prioritized you over the rest of the team. You slackened a little, pulling the blanket up to bury your head in it, sobbing. After a moment, you felt his hand putting the top of your head.

"Of course I love you-" 

"No, you don't! You just want to protect the weak, isn't that right? That must be why you're always focused on me, right? I'm nothing but the weakest of the team to you! I'm nothing but a charity case; all you care about is making yourself feel better." You were helpless to stop all the awful insecurities you tried so hard to hide from the rest of the world from surfacing now. Engie huffed a little, moving his hand from your hair to your chin, forcing you to turn and look at him.

"So I'm the selfish one, is that it? I spend all this time with you, cook for you, let you sleep in my own bed, and that makes me the selfish one?" You had to bite back a moan at the feeling of his fingers gripping your face so tightly.

"You slipped me something, didn't you?" It was a surprise to hear your voice so level after screaming and crying. Engie looked more surprised than offended by your words but didn't say anything to his defense.

"I bet you did this, didn't you! Fucking hell, you'd do anything to be the hero- to just come to everyone's rescue. You don't care about me; I bet you don't even like any of the rest of us!"

His eyes narrowed. "Don't say that."

"That's the only reason I'm here, isn't it? You wanted to get me all alone, slip me God knows what so you could take me here and wait till it knocked out to start touching yourself over my unconscious body. You've been planning this, haven't you!" Despite your harsh words, Engie didn't look offended. Nothing worked, no matter how you tried to anger or convince him to kick you out. He merely sighed, face softening as his fingers gently caressed the side of your face.

"Let it out, sweetheart; you've had a long day. Just get it out of your system; you'll be alright." You didn't say anything in return, and for a moment, you wondered, "Would it really be so bad to let him have his way?" Your eyes drift shut as you feel Engie's fingers brush away your tears, smoothing back your hair. No matter how you tried to deny it, letting, him treat you like his little girl felt good. Why had you fought him back for so long? Now that you weren't fighting back, his touch no longer felt smothering but soothing. And you felt in that moment that he was the only thing in the world that could satisfy your desire.

"I'm gonna get you a change of clothes, just lay back." The bed creaked a little as he lifted himself from the mattress.

You spoke in a broken, pitifully small voice, "I shouldn't have said that."

"I know you didn't mean it." He was in the same room but sounded so far away you wanted him back in bed.

"It was still wrong to say.." As he returned to his perch by your side, you twisted in bed, laying on your side.

He smiled, "I forgive you." You wanted to say you didn't deserve it, but at the moment, you couldn't find the words; all you could manage to do was stare at him with puppy eyes.

"Do you want me to help you out of your clothes?"

At first, you were about to question why he was acting so brazen, but then you realized at some point during your fight you'd started to wriggle in bed nervously, mindlessly pawing at your bottoms, trying to pull them off while your fingers were too numb and awkward to work the buttons or the zipper. Time felt like it slowed down for a moment; the two of your eyes locked as you understood the weight of his question. You nodded. 

"I need to hear you say it." Engie's soft voice is as assuring and gentle as ever, yet unmistakably firm. While you were putting up a fight for a while there, you both knew who was really in charge here. Forcing yourself to keep eye contact, you managed a "yes, I would." Engie's sweet smile betrayed his dirty mind. 

"Roll back over onto your stomach." You didn't understand why he wanted this, but you immediately complied. You bit down on a pillow to muffle the sounds you made when you felt Engie's fingers find your jean's button, undoing it and pulling the zipper all the way down just as easily, while you couldn't help but whine and twitch at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your bare underbelly, and the sensation of his fingers over your clothed pubic mound for just a second as he undid the zipper. You took a deep breath after the zipper was undone, feeling the most relief you'd felt all night. He gave you a moment to breathe deeply before his hands made their way to the waistband of your jeans and, with a few tugs, pulled them past your hips as you kicked your legs to try and help him remove the awful denim from your body. Your thighs spread wider, blessedly now unrestricted against Engie's blankets while he looked down at the beautiful sight. You couldn't help but sigh audibly into the pillow; at long last, you were free.

"Shirt too?" You mumbled, but Engie understood what you wanted, grabbing the bottom hem of your top as he pushed it up and over your head with your bra while you slid your arms through the sleeves. Leaving you stripped down to nothing but your underwear. The feeling of his sheets, his smell now directly below your skin, felt heavenly, your tits perking up a little, still tingling from earlier as you rubbed yourself over the bed, breathing heavily in through your nose and out through your mouth. While Engie was more than excited to finally get a chance to get his hands on you, he wasn't about to rush you here.

You were entirely right to call him out for planning this, and despite a few snags along the way, the evening was shaping up exactly how he hoped it would. And while he expected your hesitation and your near-certain anger when you realized he was responsible for your current situation, Engie had every confidence that in just a bit of time, you would be thanking him for all this. All he had to do was wait, and for you, he'd wait forever if he must.

He trailed his feeling hand down the curve of your ass as you felt the rubber glove brushing against the swell of your hip. His fingers playfully drummed along the flesh of your ass while you shivered and bit down a little harder on the pillow in your mouth.

"I forgive you, and I love you- but you outta know how to watch that mouth of yours." 

" 'M sorry, it won't happen again." You babbled, half talking to him, half speaking into the pillow. You weren't strong enough to look him in the eye, but you were just horny enough to tell him whatever he needed to hear.

"Oh, I'm sure it won't. But someone ought to teach you a lesson." You felt his ungloved fingers squeezing against the flesh of your ass, assuring you of exactly where his attention was. Knowing you had his full attention elicited another stir of excitement inside you.

"Mhm?" He spoke softly, but you could pick up on the dark edge of his words even in such an inebriated state.

"Maybe this is my fault. I've been spoiling you all this time, and I haven't even laid a hand on you." Using his gloved hand, he gave a little testing pat against your rear, not hard at all, but enough to make a sharp smacking sound fill the room. You sighed at the feeling; he was right; he was being too soft, and you needed more. Needed his attention now more than ever before.

You were about to say something, anything to urge him on, but he literally beat you to it, his glove slapping against your ass again, a little bit harder this time, forcing you to bite down onto his pillow to muffle your little shriek of surprise. The residual soreness didn't have time to set in fully before you felt another blow, followed by another and another and another. Not harder or softer, he set a steady rhythm for the two of you. You could feel the blood rushing to the sore area and couldn't imagine how red you must've looked.

It felt good to be used like this. To feel held accountable for taking advantage of "the nice guy" for so long. Now he wasn't going easy on you, and it was exactly what you needed. By accident, his hand struck a little closer to your cunt than he intended; maybe he didn't aim right, or perhaps you accidentally spread your legs too wide. You didn't know. In response to this feeling, you spread your legs even wider.

"Maybe I ought to bring you off the battlefield and back home with me. Set ya to work on the old Conagher farm. I know it'll do ya real good to get outta the city, give ya a 'lil perspective. You'd fit right in; I can see it now." He was mostly rambling to himself than actually speaking to you, but you followed along all the same. In any other situation, you'd never let him get away with implying he could so easily take you home and "tame you," but given how horny you already felt, you were ready to tell him everything he wanted to hear if it meant you would finally get some satisfaction.

"I'll go anywhere with you! Please, Engie, please keep going; I fucking need it! I-I need you so bad, Daddy!" You peeked your head over your shoulder and felt your heartthrob at the sight of his face softened with love and eyes twinkling like little stars. Good Lord, would you give anything to cum on that beautiful face of his. You weren't aware of the wet spot of drool he could see from where you were biting down on the pillow and the mess of spit around your lips. 

He used his thick fingers to brush against the soaked fabric covering your sex; the feeling of at last getting a bit of friction between your legs made your head roll forward, crushing your face into the pillow, mindlessly rocking your hips against his fingers.

"You're gonna be good for me from now on? No more attitude?" He was moving too slow, intentionally shying his fingers away whenever you tried to get closer, mocking your neediness. While you were reduced to a wet, mindless mess sobbing incoherently, "Yes, I will! I promise I'll be good; I promise I'll be good! Please, Daddy, please, Daddy- I need it so bad, please!"

His fingers paused, directly over exactly where you needed them, his glove gripping the curve of your hip, keeping you from grinding against him, forcing you to remain painfully in place, the strain of staying in this position its own hell on Earth. "You promise you'll behave?"

Without missing a beat, you kept, "I promise!" 

You can hear his proud smile without looking back at his face. "All right, darlin', if you promise." He sounded just like a proud father; no wonder he stepped into the role so well. 

He continued to grope at your ass with his gloved hand, pushing your underwear to the side as he finally slipped his fingers inside. By now, you were practically too weak to keep grinding against him, but fortunately, you wouldn't last much longer. You felt like you were on edge for hours, and feeling Engie's fingers working their magic inside your body was that last little push you needed to send you over the edge. His thumb worked in sync with his fingers, a thick coating of your slick messily seeping from inside, helping him to go even faster. 

You wished you didn't have to be on your stomach, Engie sitting off to the side, so far away. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, feel his naked flesh against your body, but inhaling his smell and grinding against his sheets would have to do for now. You spread your thighs wider as you felt yourself clenching against his fingers, your climax so close it hurt. Back arching as you mindlessly pushed yourself even harder against his fingers, the intensity building until you finally came. Seeing all white as relief washed over your entire body, the tension easing up as pleasant little after-shocks began to set in. The awful burning desire inside satisfied as you went limp, settling heavily into his bed with a heavy sigh. 

By now, the sheets were dampened by your sweat, though you were too tired to care much, feeling no real discomfort while laying in a little puddle of your own sweat. While Engie's handiwork had mercifully taken care of the burning inside, you could tell your head wasn't quite clear yet. The loopy, needy feeling now morphed into comfortable drowsiness, making your afterglow feel all the sweeter. You winced a little while Engie withdrew his fingers and the vague sensation of your wetness sloppily trailing his hand. You could hear him wiping the slick off onto the bedsheets before petting the top of your head gently.

"Feelin' better now?" Your tongue felt too heavy in your mouth to formulate any words, but you nodded, making a quiet sound of affirmation while your head remained buried in the pillows. 

"And what do we say when someone does something nice for us?" He sounded easygoing, but you knew he wanted a real answer out of you. Turning your head to rest a cheek on the pillow, you sleepily half-opened one eye to try and focus on him.

"Thank you, Daddy." It was a dull mumble of an answer, but it appeased him well enough. He ruffled your hair before you could hear the sound of Engie undressing, letting his button-up shirt and stiff work pants join your jeans on the floor. By the time he nestled up in bed with you, wrapping your limp body up with his strong arms, you were already more than half-asleep. Maybe the excessive fatigue was a side-effect of whatever slipped earlier. For a moment, you wondered if you would wake up with a hangover or not, but the thought left your head almost as quickly as it came. Even without the mystery drug in your system, it was certainly possible that your brain was better off trying to shut down and try not to think too hard about what just happened and even less about what the morning might bring.

Within your final moments of coherency, you could feel your body pulled against Engie's bare chest until you were close enough to rest your cheek against his flesh. He tucked your head under his chin as he muttered to himself.

"I wasn't lying' when I said I love you, honey. I love you more than anything else; I'd never lie about that." 

#in the OG draft I had engie calling the reader kiddo a bunch bc i feel like it makes the taboo-ness of the daddy kink so much hotter but- #i also know thats a MAJOR squick for a lot of people so it got cut out in the edits RIP #yandere #anonymous #x reader #request #self ship #tf2 engineer x reader #yandere engineer #yandere engineer x reader #yandere tf2 #tf2 engineer smut #yandere x reader #yandere team fortress 2 #male yandere #yandere smut #tf2 smut #tf2 drabble #yandere x you #yandere self ship

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

(5eraphim) ok so- your choice of characters and how many, but who do you think would be the scariest when their jealous?

RATTI! I have actually wondered the exact thing. I’m assuming you meant yanderes so I’m actually really excited for this.

TW: Jealousy, Guns, breif mentions tourture, blackmail.

It’s in alphabetical order, I’ll specify ranks after entry. (MLA has screwed me up.) Sorry if it wasn’t too long, feel free to ask me to expand if you’d like!

Demoman: Tavish only really gets sassy when he’s jealous. He’s more likely to give his S/O the quiet treatment when jealous. If someone were trying to make him jealous however he’d use a well placed mine to get the message across. It’s nothing scary at all unless you don’t like being ignored. 3/10

Engineer: Engie is the guy who seethes in quiet. He doesn’t let a single person know his next move, much less what he’s thinking or feeling. He’s more than willing to put a peaceful resolve on an issue if he can but he doesn’t shake grudges. He gathers information, and could decimate a man’s entire image in one strategic move. It’s safe to say that Engie is rational and won’t jump to conclusions, but it he suspects you to be trying to make him jealous he’s terrifying. 8/10

Heavy: I can’t see Heavy instigating anything, his intimidation comes from his stature and that’s really what he uses. Misha hurts quite a bit when he feels jealous but the most it will translate to is a shove or another. It’s just enough to get his point across, but it’s not violent. At least not infront of his S/O. He might not be so forgiving if they’re not around. 6/10

Medic: Medic doesn’t even realize he’s jealous until his rhythm is thrown off, so it’s a bit of an emotional curveball. Medic will act spontaneously, but when he does it’s a punishment on either end. The one who made him jealous and his S/O. His punishments can be brutal and mentally scarring, those who made him jealous never make it out in one piece. 9/10

Pyro: Pyrovison be damned this man gets livid. Pyros intentions are clear from the moment he feels that pang in his chest. It’s not a sense of entitlement with Pyro. Its the need to protect, his S/O will not be hurt but god save the poor souls who made him feel like this. His approach is anything but friendly and is more akin to a predators stalking. Out of each of the mercs with their emotions Pyro is much more feeling of his and it definitely shows. 10/10

Scout: Scouts a very loud jealous person, and this comes across as looking cocky. He’s violent to the jackass who made him jealous and pouty to his S/O for ever giving that person the time of day. He’s whiny all around and won’t leave that argument without bruises, But each time hes made up his mind to kill the dude who did this. 5/10

Sniper: Chances are that it wasn’t even close to being intentional. If Mick is jealous he hasn’t ran off with you yet. But when he’s jealous mundy is the source of constant anxiety in his victims, making their life hell. That shot sure could have been a bulb going out, but do you think a normal person would take that risk. Mick relies on his position to invoke fear into his targets, but he wouldn’t injure them till he’s made up his mind. 8/10

Soldier: Soldiers jealousy is known to everyone on the base and he will attack out of the blue. He can be standing next to the person that made him jealous and will just pull out a gun to shoot them. His unpredictability has his teammates and those in public with a brain walking on eggshells. His fearsomeness comes from delusional and erratic behavior which makes him 7/10

Spy: While spy has had a lot of practice keeping his emotions inside, he’s also very passionate. Passionate to the point of confrontation and if that doesn’t work he’ll pull you from each and every person you hold dear. Long enough to get his point across, if this doesn’t work he places suspicion upon them for your abscesses. Effectively keeping them far far from you. He’s the second to last to resort to anything physical to prove himself. 5/10

#yandere Demoman #yandere engineer #yandere Heavy #yandere medic #yandere Pyro #yandere scout #yandere sniper #yandere soldier #yandere spy #yandere tf2

[yanderes-galore]

I didn't see the request format so ill use that for future requests! :D

Engineer from Tf2

The pairing is romantic. Engineer likes the darling romantically while they feel platonic!

A short would be nice, but headcanons are also fine if they're easier!

I'll make it clear as I can for you!

Oh btw, happy Valentines day!

Happy really late Valentine's Day. It's like half way through March LOL. I'm going to do a concept for now but I can do a short next time :D It'll help put the plot together for later. Thanks for requesting! Sorry if it wasn't exactly as you wanted :(

Yandere! Engineer pining after Darling

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic (Engineer)/Platonic (Darling)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Jealousy, Overprotective behavior, Threats, Manipulation, Violence, Implied murder, Engineer is a patient yandere, Social isolation mention.

Engineer is normally really accepting of something like this.

He's a yandere willing to wait as long as he needs to for you to love him.

Engineer is a patient man who wants to have a good relationship between him and his darling.

Anything like stockholm syndrome or kidnapping would be last resorts.

Luckily he doesn't jump on that alternative all too much

Engineer doesn't mind the relationship between the two of you starting platonic

You two get along well according to everyone who knows you two.

He shows you his newest piece of technology and you help test it and make it better.

You even defend his sentry nest from the other team.

In terms of how you feel about each other... it's different between the two of you.

You like Engineer as a close friend.

You feel the bond you two share is that of partners but not the romance type.

He's protective of you and you like to help him.

He isn't quite like a brother to you but at this time you have no romantic feelings towards him.

Engineer feels different towards you.

He personally imagines one day you two will settle down.

He hopes one day you decide to see him more than a friend.

It's a dream to him.

He has no idea when it will happen but he hopes it's soon.

Even if it isn't... he's patient.

He's content with making you happy in the friend zone.

That doesn't mean he's giving you up, however.

Engineer still acts very overprotective of you.

Anyone else he feels will/could be romantically involved with you he stops.

Be it threats, beating them up, or something more drastic...

Engineer is determined to keep a hold of his chances with you.

He's normally very soft-spoken, the class amiable with his words.

Yet he can be rather mean when he wants to be.

Engineer is going to prevent you from getting any other partner.

You can have friends but he's isolating you when it comes to potential romance.

It's selfish though he believes he's the perfect partner for you.

Engineer will manipulate you into thinking he's just your friend.

He's just looking out for you!

In reality, Engineer is just biding his time. You'll fall for him someday. He knows it.

#yandere team fortress 2 #yandere tf2 #yandere tf2 engineer #yandere engineer

[cluelessatthispoint]

I just saw a video of some cupcakes and for some reason it reminded me of your blog, probably bc of your pfp. Anyways, im not sure if requests are open so my bad if they aren't, but I was wondering if I could ask for something for Yandere Engineer with a reader who is a Soldier from the opposite team. Idk there is something about the idea that makes the worms in my head go crazy, once again sorry if requests are closed hope you have a nice week 👍

I love this! YAY CUPCAKES! Yes, requests are still open! yandere Engie is the fuel that I live off of.

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Battle was always something you looked forward to. It is a good way to de-stress and a great way to earn some money. The way that you can feel every breath you take and how your lungs burn after running for an ungodly amount of time make you feel alive. In a strange sort of masochistic way. It's not necessarily a bad thing to enjoy the feeling of pain. Pain is the body's way of saying "I'm still alive!" But these past few battles...have been rough. On top of the fact that your team lost about three times this week, you've been taken out by an extremely well-placed sentry more times than you can count.

Hearing how the enemy Engineer laughed to himself as you bleed out on the field sent chills down your spine. He placed sentries in all your spots, and he seemed to be only targeting you. The way he smiled when staring at you locked in a fire fight. How he seemed to cock his head slightly to the left as he stared you down in your final moments before respawning...It was unsettling.

But today is a new day. Checking in with the team and making a battle plan was always the best part of the morning. Finally at long last the sights and smells of the battlefield enveloped your senses. The enemy Engineer and his nest being nowhere in visible sight was a comfort.

Running through the warzone you moved with stealth that was more fitting of a Spy. The way your heartbeat within your ribcage felt near painful. You let out a shaky breath that you didn't know that you were holding in. Ducking under a makeshift lean to you moved forward and check your surroundings.

"Thank God that jerk isn't here."

Slowly walking forward, you scan the area then take another few steps then scan the area again. Finally finding yourself in a winding corridor with dark musty walls you make your way carefully towards where the enemy intelligence is stationed.

"Well, hey there Soldier....You going somewhere?"

Your blood freezes in place. Your eyes widen as you recognize the owner of the voice, that familiar rough Texan accent makes you inhale shallowly. Slowly putting your hands up you turn around slowly. The sound of a gun cocking makes fear shoot up your spine. The enemy Engineer slowly walks over to you. The sharp smell of his alcohol on his breath reaching your nose make your stomach turn. He stops walking when you both are face to face and chest to chest. You can feel his body heat through your layers of clothing. His sudden closeness to you makes your face flush slightly. But the feeling of the barrel of his gun pressing into your lower abdomen makes you still.

"Well now, it's good to see my little Soldier so close to my intel."

You glare into his eyes as he calls you his little Soldier. A flare of anger wells up in the pit of your stomach, only the threat of the gun pressing to your abdomen keeping you still.

"What the hell do you want Engineer.." You grit your teeth as you speak. The way his eyes shine with a dangerous glint makes you bite your lip softly. You can't help but feel nervous...like a new wide-eyed recruit.

He chuckles softly and a sudden shot rings out. The sudden noise, and the flash of pain make you yelp out in surprise and pain. White hot pain spreads up your leg and you slump against the wall behind you. Tears fall from your eyes and your breaths are hard and ragged. Staring up at the enemy Engineer through your tears you see him crouch down before you. His face so terribly close to yours. Feeling his moist warm breath ghost over your face you whimper and grunt out each breath with pain.

"Don't worry Darling...I won't kill you. Not today. I just wanted some company for today's battle. And when it's over I consider sending you through respawn."

You huff softly and relax as much as you are able to. You figure that you might as well get comfortable because you won't be leaving anytime soon.

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#tf2 mercs #tf2 #team fortress two #team fortress 2 #tf2 fic #tf2 engineer #engineer #yandere engineer #engineer x reader #tf2 x reader #tf2 oneshots #soldier reader #gn reader #tf2 requests #tf2 yandere requests #writing requests #thank you anon #hurt no comfort #oh well #not that bad #yay #ENGINEER #dell conagher

[draguuula]

POJNTS AT YOU. imagine smooching mychael. do it now (/lh)

GRABS YOU AND SHAKES YOU AGGRESSIVELY IM IMAGINING IT !!!

he'd be a puddle of jelly in your hands if you cupped his face and tenderly gave him smooches everywhere only to leave his lips for last <33

he'd have such a silly goofy smile while his tail sways and flicks lazily, his ears droopy, and a soft yet prominent purr emitting from him.

if you were to tackle him with your love like much of us wanna do, he'd get super blushy and try to stabilize both of you while letting you smother him in your love.

after the kiss, he'd stare at you shy and confused while wondering what brought on the sudden hyperactivity, his skin flushed and his ears pulled back while twitching.

#rox rambles #spare a moment #ate ur heart #tldr mychael is revving his engine at both #i imagine his purring like a motorcycle its so cursed help #mushroom oasis vn #mushroom oasis #hehehehehe #mo headcanons #yandere visual novel #visual novel #itch.io #mychael x reader #mychael x mc

[bloodstainedhair]

shut up —red!engi who gets off to seeing you all beaten and bloody after a humiliating defeat, 3rd of the week, limping back to your team quarters not too far from their base. gives him the perfect excuse to watch you crawl back home like a kicked puppy, just making sure you don’t get any ideas, ‘s all. panting as you take slow steps, supported by one of your own teammates (he’ll kill ‘em later), shrapnel lodged deep in your ankle and bullet holes (his own) around your body leaking a trail of blood behind you. bloodshot and heavy eyes unable to spot the stalking movement of well-hidden cameras and loaded sentries whirring quietly in the distance. he can’t tell if he wants to crush you or take care of you, since you obviously can’t do it yourself.

#mine #yandere #yandere tf2 #yandere tf2 engineer

[speedystarshine]

Can I request Yandere Iswm Mark Headcanons?

Ofc ofc!! Here you go anon!!

Someone you'd never expect.

He has a lot of control over the ship (I mean not only being head engineer but also kinda the guy who built it)

He falls head first instantly. You're actually nice? You give him and the crew basic human decency? 👀

He's not really the type to get jealous, but he's not above having a little word with someone.

Top tier delusional. He acts like your already dating but at the same time is so scared of you questioning him and crashing his little Dreamland so he tries to keep it under check.

Over time, he does start to get a little more bold. Not only in his affections, but his little talks with the crew soon turn a little more violent.

He often sabotages parts of the ship so he can come save the day, and you can reward him!

Honestly there's no way you can de-escalate the situation.

Confronting him would cause him to snap, but saying nothing would make him think it's okay and his behaviour would get worse from there.

He wouldn't want to kill the entire crew, no matter how enticing the thought of just the two of you at your end destination sounds, but he's not above killing a few bunch of people or breaking a few bones.

The affection tones up a notch too. You'd probably end up confronting him when it becomes too much.

After all the wormholes though? 100% worse than it was before. He's snapped, and you better hope he doesn't find you again.

#this was kinda bad lol sorry 😭 #markiplier egos #markiplier egos x reader #engineer mark x reader #yandere engineer mark x reader #captain y/n #iswm x reader #iswm mark x reader

[shantyslimes]

If you're feeling bad about the Unity situation just remember.

Yandere Simulator is being made on Unity.

#unity #unity engine #joke #yandere simulator #gaming

[ink-on-the-brink]

Obsessed Engie x GN Reader ~ Dark Nights Come With A Cost [PT 13]

Chapter Selection

There was a long and utterly silent walk back to Dell's truck. It was full of tense thoughts, Dell's body held at the ready for anything out of the ordinary. He was always on his guard but nothing got him quieter than scenes like that, and nothing got him more ready to do what he needed to than seeing someone he cared about on the line.

You, on the other hand, were incredibly out of it. You used Dell's presence as a guide to where your feet should move. The passing buildings, sidewalk, cars, people- it all was a blur to you. But not in the way of panic or through water-covered eyes, but in the way one would feel when focused. As if nothing around you could possibly distract you, as if nothing besides your held thoughts even mattered.

You were replaying the scene over and over. You were almost confused in a way. As if your own mind had become blurry with a focus on something you didn't understand. The only feeling your body even registered was the ring that your hand continuously fidgeted with, its engravings rubbing against the pads of your fingers as if to remind you that your body was still something you controlled. That, even though the strings of your life slipped through your hands, pulled by the sheer will of others, your body was your own, your mind was your own. You still had even just that bit of control.

Your body didn't come back to you even as the two of you made it to his rusted red colored truck, its keys turning and the two of you now on the road. Nor when Dell made his fruitless attempts to further calm you. You gave him nothing but the occasional hums and nods of acknowledgment. You simply couldn't bring your mind to focus on his words, even with as hard as you tried. You were just so...so...

So tired

It was only once you felt the car stop, its engine letting out a quiet mumble before falling back to its silent state, that your mind was thrown out of this fuzzy state and back to consciousness, your eyes finally turning back to Dell only to see that he was already looking at you.

"We're here but uh..." he spoke nervously, his eyes flickering from yours, as if almost unsure of his own words. He felt a tingle of annoyance spread throughout himself, irritated at his inability to keep himself together in front of you. He looked away as that annoyance grew.

"I'm gonna need ta go talk to 'em first. I'll be right back" his hands quickly moved to unbuckle his seatbelt. By now the sky had turned to its void-like color, the only light remaining being that from the car and the house in front of you. You only now noticed that you were in a slightly forested area, the type where it felt like you were in the middle of nowhere, but in reality the nearest house was less than half a mile away. Still, even with that knowledge you felt shudders of dread spread throughout your skin, your eyes slightly widening as Dell stepped out, your voice suddenly breaking its prolonged silence.

"Dell" you called through the silence, the tone of your voice falling on his ears in a way he almost couldn't describe. It wasn't a plea or a question or even a statement, but it was a sound that stopped him comepletely. He didn't even think before turning back up to look at you as it was something he didn't dare fight against.

The eyes he looked into weren't something he'd seen before, however the emotion he felt upon seeing them was something he knew well, even when he found it hard to describe. The only way he could was a comparison to fearful guilt, though even that didn't quite explain how powerful it made the urge to never leave your side, no matter the cost. And for a moment he almost fell to the urge. After having been left in nothing but silence for what felt like such an agonizingly long time, hearing just your voice at all felt like comfort. But he knew that he didn't have a choice. There was no way he was walking with a stranger into that house without warning. He'd have better luck finding a wolf's den to sleep in for the night.

"Yeah?" He finally answered, his hand held on the door though his prior intent to shut it had completely ceased.

"I..." You started, your voice trailing off. You soon found your eyes turning away from his again your body following long after as you looked at the dashboard instead. You went to speak again but found that no words came. You didn't find your silence very surprising though as you found little reason to stop him other than childish fear. You knew whatever fell out of your mouth was going to be nothing short of stupid.

"I forgot what I was going to say" you answered in a quiet mumble, your body sinking slowly into the chair as you now actively avoided looking at him. He wasn't sure what to do for a moment hut soon he took a deep breath, the stress of everything beginning to weigh heavy on him.

"I'll be back before you know it" he left off before shutting the door, leaving you in sudden silence.

Dell found his hands falling into his pockets as he walked towards the now looming building, his worry biting at him as he wondered how this would play out.

It wasn't unheard of to have company other than family over. Hell, he was pretty sure half the people who lived here didn't know a damn thing about what they were really like. However when it came to as late an hour as this and with no prior meeting between the two partys, well...

Things could get a little messy.

He hurried through the front door, hoping to not leave you behind for any longer than he had to.

He was met with the normal scene, his uncle playing cards at the front table, though his cousin Alex wasn't to be seen. By now the house was rather quiet, though the small movements and stray conversation could be heard throughout. As he stepped in he became fully aware of the pair of eyes that turned to him, though he chose to ignore them and walk further into the building.

His uncle remained strangely. silent. Why he didn't do his usual taunting didn't cross Dell's mind though as he became focused on his mission. He passed only one person on his way and, to his immense relief and utter horror, it was Tommy.

"Howdy Dell-" he started his usual pleasantries but stopped upon seeing the strange look on Dell's face. His own smile fell, seriousness taking over.

"You alright?" Tommy asked, his tone brimmed with concern as he put a hand to stop Dell in his tracks. Dell felt his throat tighten. He thought for a moment about lying to Tommy if only to get out of the situation quicker. He soon thought better of it, knowing that Tommy wasn't really a man you could lie to.

"No. No I got a big problem actually" he admitted, Tommy's look only further sank into worry as Dell continued. He almost instinctively reached out, his hands landing on both of Dell's shoulders, his eyes never straying from his.

"How bad" he whispered. Dell felt his stomach drop at his brother's reaction, though he had expected it. He never really did take things like this lightly.

"The um...the new friend I made, the one I talked to ya about at the shop. They had someone break in their apartment. Destroyed the place, head ta toe. They didn't have nowhere ta go and so I...um..." Dell replied in the same whisper, his voice falling off at the end as his eyes turned away from Tommy's, though the tightening grip on his shoulders told him all he needed to know.

"Dell, for the love'a mah own sanity tell me ya didn't" Tommy pleaded, anger- no not anger. Tommy was never angry. It was something else entirely. A voice Dell had heard ever since he first began to understand what different tones meant. He knew what Tommy was thinking, and so did he. But, even with that tone, he found his panic rose.

"I didn't have much of a choice! They don't got no one else ta go to and- and- they had nowhere to go and...look I just didn't want 'em in trouble okay? I ain't ever seen nothin' like that before. I panicked" Dells panic driven conviction left as quickly as it had risen, shame building in his chest.

His mind only repeated over and over how stupid he must sound, how many other options he could have taken, how badly he fucked up on this one. Yet even then he knew he couldn't just turn around and walk back on his offer. He wouldn't- no he couldn't. As horrible as Tommy's pleas had made him feel he knew he couldn't have just left you alone. He couldn't imagine how he'd feel if you had gotten hurt had he chosen not to help.

Tommy's eyes never strayed from Dell, his intensity felt even even though Dell couldn't bear to face him. After a bought of tense silence Tommy took a deep breath and let go of his brother. His face still brimmed with worry, but a tiredness could still be found in his eyes.

"Where are they now?" He asked, his cold tone earning Dell's attention immediately, his eyes widening at the question. What would he do? Would he tell someone? Get you in trouble? Get you hurt?!-

No, no Tommy wasn't like that. He wouldn't do that. He was his brother, he could trust him, he wouldn't...

It wasn't like Dell could lie to him now.

"They're still in the truck" Dell answered, a tingle of anxiety spreading through him at his brother's current state.

"Okay" Tommy spoke before taking a deep breath.

"You take them up to one'a the spare rooms. Nowhere else. I'm gonna go talk ta pa-"

"Tommy that ain't your job. I should be telling pa about this-" Dell attempted to intervene but immediately stopped when Tommy glared down at him.

"I'm gonna go talk ta him and paw. You are gonna bring your friend to a spare room for the night. Understand?" Tommy confirmed, his voice stern and unshakeable. Dell wanted to retaliate, to own up to what he had chosen to do. However, he knew better than anyone that Tommy was no man to be messed with when he got like this.

"Fine..." Was all he could think to respond with. Tommy gave a quick nod to him before starting to walk off.

"Wait" Dell quickly garbbed him though, stopping him just a few feet off. His brother looked at him expectantly.

"I really don't want 'em in any trouble Tommy...they didn't do nothin' wrong" Dell pleaded as Tommy's face softened, if ever so slightly.

"And they ain't gonna be in no trouble, Dell. What I'm worried about is you. Now go get 'em before the whole damn house knows about this" Tommy broke off from him after those words and walked quickly out of view.

Dell didn't move for a moment, the guilt of his actions slowly sinking in. Just as they began to sink in though he found his feet moving again, determination falling back into his step as he let his mind wonder back to you.

It was worth it. It had to be.

He walked over to the car, opening your door once he had made it over. He was surprised to see that you jumped a little, considering he thought you must have at least heard him walk up on the gravel. He let that thought quickly pass as he went to speak.

"House's gone down for the night so we gotta be quiet headin' in" he stated as you stepped out. You nodded along, your eyes glazed over as you stared at him. He felt a slight constricting of his chest at the look, your mind still clearly a little out of it. You both stood in silence for a while as he tried to think of anything he could say to help you feel better. When he realized that his tongue lay dead in his mouth he decided it best to just start walking.

You both soon walked into the building, your eyes immediately looking around the new space. He walked side by side with you the whole way as he quickly guided you through the halls. You assumed this guiding was simply because you didn't know the place, though he was painfully aware with each step he took where he was pushing you in the direction of. He avoided as many people as he could, which in the late hour was thankfully all of them, as he led you to the only spare room he felt comfortable bringing you to.

Upon making it to the room both of you stopped, a strange silence still remaining between the two of you. He looked over to you once again, his concern unhidden as he stared. You made eye contact with him though you swiftly turned away, unable to stare at him for very long at all. He found that his sound once again died in his throat, any comforting words that usually came so naturally now so lost as he dwelled on your unsettled state. He eventually decided to try to move on, if not to help you then to at least stop the tense silence.

"This is the spare room" he stated before finally opening the door and walking in, you not far behind.

The inside of the room was larger than you had expected. It contained a queen bed, a dresser, and a small couch all styled with dark wood and tan colors, the place having an almost warm feeling to it. Your eyes scanned the area, finding no items lying around to identify this room belonging to anyone. Hell, the bed didn't even have a blanket, just a sheet to cover it. It was definitely clear that this room wasn't in use at the moment, though the lack of dust meant that it was either well-kept or used recently.

"Oh uh, forgot about that. I'll go ahead and get you a blanket-" Dell was about to leave when he felt a short tug. Looking back he saw your hand on the sleeve of his jacket, the strange look from earlier taking hold once again. He froze, pure concern writing itself on his face in the seconds of paused silence before you spoke.

You made no sound, the words not seeming to have fully formed just yet. But for a second your lips parted, and your expression showed you were about to speak whatever had been causing you to resist his attempts at leaving. But that look faded as quick as it came, your shame biting you faster than your words could leave.

"Never mind it's- it's stupid" you murmured before letting go. However, Dell could no longer take this silent problem. He simply couldn't stand not being able to help in some way, to fix it, to rid it from your mind once and for all. So he stopped, his hand reaching out just in time to catch your wrist, his grip secure. It wasn't tight enough to trap you, but it was enough to gain your attention.

"If it's botherin' you it ain't stupid" he stated plainly, your eyes quickly turning back to him. Another second of silence ensued before tears began to weld in your eyes, your facade of calm breaking once again.

"I um..." You started, almost a little startled by his insistence, though you didn't attempt to pull away, even as your throat tightened with embarrassment

"I don't want to be alone" you admitted in a slightly crackling voice, clearly trying to pull in the emotions that were escaping you. Dell felt his heart drop for about the thousandth time tonight, his concern melting into pure worry. He stepped closer again, almost afraid that pulling away now would mean hurting you.

"Ya want me to sleep here tonight?" He asked, your eyes widening slightly at the request. At most you had expected an 'I know it's hard' or 'It's just for the night', not a flat-out offer to stay. You felt a small part of guilt mix with your shame at asking more of someone who's already given you so much, but you found your head nodding anyway.

"Well that's fine by me. I'll just go grab my blankets too" he announced in a lighter tone with a small and slightly strained smile on his face in an attempt to dissipate the strange atmosphere. You let out a short laugh, though the prior joy the sound had was dull now. You gave a nod and he left out the door to go grab said blankets.

He moved first to his room and then to the closet down the hall. He wanted to take as little time as possible getting them and was on track to doing so when he began to hear muffled voices grow louder. He had both blankets in hand when he passed the stairs, the muffled sound becoming clear for a moment.

"Ya let 'em do what!?!" A voice that burned the very marrow of Dell's bones yelled, his fury clear. There was a calmer voice that spoke, one that even in its quiet sound Dell knew was his brother, though that sound didn't calm the yelling of his father.

"If this isn't about the stupidest- how the hell are we gonna explain this ta your papaw?!" The voice continued. Dell decided it was probably best if didn't listen in on this. The last thing he wanted now was to be dragged into it. That'a what Tommy was trying to avoid after all, otherwise Dell would have been in Tommy's position the second he walked through that door with you. So he made his way back to the spare room.

Opening the door he expected to see you sitting around waiting, but instead found that you had already passed out on the couch, your coat and shoes lying beside you. His eyebrows knitted a moment, seeing as you had chosen the couch over the bed. He didn't dwell on it though, knowing that he wasn't about to wake you up or move you.

He instead walked over, gently placing one of the blankets he had over you, trying to not disturb your much-needed sleep. Once the blanket was laid you slightly adjusted yourself in your unconscious state, pulling the blanket tighter around you. He tensed as you did so, but let out a relieved breath when you had remained sleeping. He then went about taking his winter clothes off, his own exhaustion pulling at him. He remained as quiet as he could as he moved around, afraid with every sudden breath that he might wake you. However, whether due to your exhaustion or his quietness, you continued to remain peacefully at rest.

He soon went to turn off the light and make residence in the new bed for the night. He did feel a bit guilty that he had gotten it, considering you were the guest and certainly needed the rest more than him That guilt didn't last as only a few short moments after closing his eyes he had found his consciousness wean, soon finding that he couldn't think about much at all until he fully feel into the void of sleep.

#tf2 #tf2 x reader #reader x tf2 #tf2 engie #engie #dark nights come with a cost #tf2 yandere #tf2 engie x reader #tf2 engineer #tf2 engineer x reader #tf2 yandere engie #tw yandere #team fortress 2

[artsyfangirl]

*loads a gun*

my first or second request idk

Yandere Engineer or Yandere Actor

stupid asshole man

Oh no wait I can’t choose shit. Uh. OH! I KNOW!

It probably started the second he knew you were to Captain the Invincible ll. Let’s say that you two didn’t have a prior past like usual, you were just a known name in the industry.

He actually had never bothered much to learn about you, he had more important things to work on.

But oh, when he received the message of your assignment as Captain? He had to do some research, he wanted to be able to work as well with you as possible, he didn’t like having bad relationships with coworkers, and the ship was his pride and joy after all, and he wanted to make sure you were fit to command her.

It started out as purely professional, but the second he first saw some footage from your previous voyages his heart skipped a beat (metaphorically). The more he learned the more he became fascinated by you.

But the moment you stepped onto the ship and met his gaze?

He suddenly felt so small. He was so intimidated by your presence, but he worked through it and did his best to put on a charming persona.

Out of everyone, he’s the biggest simp. Even compared to Yancy. Or Eric.

He’s not the most controlling type. But he does have his moments.

He knows the ship better than you do. It doesn’t take long for him to block passages or shut down systems. He’s certainly crafted a few of the ‘emergency situations’ that the two of you have been in.

For example, an important system shuts down with no notice, and for some reason, the crew is scattered across the ship, with no one nearby to help, except for Mark. The moment you two go into the room, the lights go out and the door falls into place, trapping you two inside. Mark runs a diagnostic scan (even though he knows exactly what’s going on), which conveniently gives no mention of his tampering with the systems.

He’s one of the most clingy Yanderes. Alongside Wilford, he will be at your beck and call, but once he decides it’s cuddle time, hell hath no wrath like the Engineer when someone interrupts his time with you.

He may or may not be aware of the golden retriever type aura that he gives off, and definitely uses it either way.

Call him your hero, please, this man will just meeeelllltttt.

Honestly, the Engineer’s perfect dream is a homely domestic life with you at his side, or more so, him at your side.

If someone does get in the way, more than likely Dr. Celci, cough cough, he’s more than willing to stage a crisis and throw them under the bus. They would’ve tried to steal you from him anyway, he’s seen them looking at you behind your back. He just did what was necessary! Truly!

“Hey, Captain! You ready to make the trip? The crew’s all in their stasis pods already… the coolant leak? Oh no, everyone’s fine, the colonists are fine… what do you say we hop on in and wait for the next cycle…?”

#markiplier egos x reader #yandere x reader #engineer mark x reader #engineer mark x captain #this was hard #but also kind of fun

[fandomandangstlover]

cringetober, day 11 :: YANDERE

hello heav... .. ah haven't done anything with this au in. awhile.

#the engineer doodles (art tag) #cringetober 2023 #cringetober #team fortress 2 #tf2 heavy #original? au #original? affliction-u au #tw yandere #tw blood

[5eraphim]

Yandere!Engineer NSFW Alphabet

Link to the NSFW alphabet //Link to Spy’s Alphabet //Link to Sniper’s Alphabet

Character: The Engineer 🦦 (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: M (MINORS DNI)

Content warnings: Yandere, NSFW, toxic relationship dynamics, baby trapping, cock warming, primal kink

MASTER LIST

Word Count: 2.9k

(Last Edited 1/3/2023)

TIP JAR

Aftercare, what are they like after sex?

Even as a yandere, the Engineer can be a softy, well above average regarding aftercare. Even if he were a bit crueler or harsher with you during intimacy, he wouldn't dream of kicking you out of bed to sleep on the floor or anything like that. Chances are, if he were a bit brutish during intimacy, he'd be all the softer in the aftercare. God did not give this man his beautiful, strong arms not to scoop you up in and keep your naked body nice and warm in the after-glow. Aftercare is his way of feeling like everything is alright, and he can pretend the two of you have a normal, non-obsessive relationship, nothing less than sacred to him.

Body part: what is their favorite body part and their partner's?

Engie is an ass man, full stop. His love for a great ass transcends the limits of sexual gratification into the realm of pure-hearted adoration. He loves nothing more than post-sex cuddles where he lays on his back with you resting against his chest. Your head resting contently over his heart, his hands on your ass, lightly caressing the flesh of your hips, rubbing little circles with his fingers.

Cum, anything to do with cum, basically.

Considering his cock is well proportioned with the rest of him, on the thicker side, nice and heavy his cum output is about similar. That said, the poor man is a touch out of practice and can be a little sloppy. He just can't help himself. He's not trying to fluster and leave you splattered with his seed. It was all an accident! Well, at least that's what he'd tell you.

Dirty secret: what is a hidden, dark fantasy of theirs?

He's not one to keep many secrets, but he does have a few fantasies about you he'll try to keep to himself. Not counting the fact he's kidnapped you and is holding you against your will as his secret lover, of course. Engie likes the idea of fucking you knightly until you're eventually knocked up with his child. The idea of breaking someone who was once so free and independent and turning them into his obedient and attentive wife and mother to his children gives him an intense sense of power.

Experience, do they know what they're doing? How much experience before now?

When he was a bit younger, he definitely got around. He may be a small-town boy, but he was still popular with the ladies. That "southern gentlemanly charm" doesn't come to one overnight, and he was fortunate to practice this charm with many lovely, quite willing bachelorettes. He may be a bit rustier, given he hardly has the time for romance or pleasure, though Engie is wise and eager to please all the same. But, now that he has you, someone he truly loves with all his heart, someone who makes him burn like never before, Engie feels more invigorated sexually than he's felt in a long, long time.

Favorite position goes without saying.

(Cowgirl, lol nah- too easy) Engie's probably rather old school when it comes to things like this and is likelier to opt for missionary style at the best of times. He likes to see your pretty face all flushed and sweaty as he pounds into your body from above. Especially the way he can feel your little hands gripping against his back, and he especially loves when you leave long scratches along the length of his back without even realizing it. He'd let you hop on top every now and then, though, at times like this, it's more to indulge you and satisfy your pleasure over his own.

Goofy, are they more serious in the moment, or how would they lighten the mood?

Well, he's made it this far- might as well have some fun with it! Even when he's acting more hostile or rough to keep you compliant and in line, he's not above a little dark humor. He'll do anything to provoke cute little emotional reactions from you, and it's at times like this when he's the biggest tease. Especially loves to flusher you in public, letting you know he's moments away from pulling you aside and getting dirty right then.

How well-groomed is their hair?

Gives no fucks. Engie's pretty hairy all over (well, almost all over) and wouldn't bother grooming unless you specifically asked him to. He also doesn't really care about your body hair situation. It's just not something he's ever worried much about. Might be slightly hesitant to shave body hair because he likes the "burly" feeling, but again, if it meant that much to you, he'd oblige.

Intimacy: how are they romantically speaking during the moment? 

While it was mentioned prior he's a softy even as a yandere, the difference between gentle and rough sex with Engie is like night and day. (This is expanded on in the kink section) If he's feeling gentle, he'd prefer to face you during sex and mutter out the occasional praise, calling you "his girl." Saying things like, "you're so beautiful like this'' or "God, you feel so good," as well as planting kisses along your neck and chest.

If it's rougher sex, he's a whole 'nother breed. His hands, once gentle, now bruisingly rough on you, soft, almost shy praises replaced with low moans and grunts, drowning out any noises of resistance or pain coming from your end. Not to mention the biting. Watch your fingers.

Jack off masturbation headcanon.

He's only for it if you aren't around, honestly. In his opinion, it's strictly utilitarian, and while it may relieve a little tension and help him focus and all, it's far less compelling to him than sex with you. Engie may be the type to not masturbate when he's alone, so he's more pent-up, and everything feels all the more intense with you.

Kink one or more of their kinks.

(Taking you home and introducing you to his parents and siblings, what a freak.)

Engie is the poster boy for not only having a primal kink but excelling at said kink. If you didn't know, a primal kink means one who gets off acting more animalistic during sex, especially the closer one is to climaxing. Imagine Engie not holding back his brute strength against you, scratching and biting your flesh, his breathing heavy, almost labored, occasionally broken by an animalistic grunt and moan of satisfaction. While this is one of his biggest kinks, it's unlikely you'll see this side of him when he's not in the mood for rough sex.

When in the mood to keep things light between you two, he's far more vanilla. Even in these moments, he gets a kick out of straddling your waist and pinning your arms. Getting you as helpless as possible under his groin while you're a sweaty, needy mess trying to grind against him for any friction or relief while he just looks down at you and smiles.

Likes the idea of you cockwarming him while he's alone in his workshop late at night after everyone's fallen asleep. If you couldn't tell Engie loves overstimulation and can't get enough of the feeling of your overheated, bleary-eyed face pleading with him to let you cum. All the while, he's humming to himself, happily working away, as though he's unaware of the way he throbs listening to your begging.

Location, where is their favorite place or places to do the do?

Before he decided he needed to kidnap you and keep you locked up under his control, Engie loved getting you flustered where other people could see the two of you. All the hotter if you were in another relationship with another at the time. Likes to mess with you by sliding a hand up your skirt or otherwise up against the bare flesh of your leg. Shamelessly squeezing your ass when greeting you with a bear hug, simply shrugging while smiling, saying, "Sorry, I'm a hugger." Knowing you wouldn't want to accuse someone like him, one with such a "nice guy" reputation, of something so skeezy. Making you sit on his lap, slithering his arms around you to keep you extra close whenever the two of you were working together. (So he can help supervise and make sure you're not making any mistakes, obviously.) All in good fun to him, but likely wouldn't actually fuck you anywhere but home. For Engie, it's all about the little power moves and the build-up, which makes the main event all the more satisfying.

Motivation, what turns them on or gets them going?

Most people know Engie as such an easy-going sweetheart. Almost no one would assume he'd be such a horndog, considering how well he keeps this side of him under wraps. But if you ever test him when you sit on his lap in public or give him one of those little surprise hugs from behind followed by a kiss on the cheek? It's all over for him. Loves when you dote on him so much, he's far from high-maintenance, but it's more about feeling cared for than anything else. He's gotten in trouble before for circumventing the Medbay because he wanted to feel you patching up his wounds instead of Medic. 

No, what is something they wouldn't do, and what are their turn-offs?

Even though he knows your relationship isn't precisely consensual and far from an equal partnership, he still sees himself as a "nice guy." So he wouldn't be into severe degradation or something that would make you insecure. In his twisted psyche, this would potentially cause you to question his love for you, and he can't allow that! And while, as a yandere, he might be one to use physical punishments to keep you in line, any kind of physical activity which could genuinely threaten your safety or leave you permanently affected is off the table. 

Oral, what is their preference in giving or receiving, and what is their skill level?

While he isn't the most experienced per-say, you had no idea until he told you. This man is addicted to the feeling of holding you down, the sense of totally undoing you with little more than the flick of his tongue. He likes to feel your hands on his head, but he's more focused on the joy he feels holding your thighs down, keeping you locked around his head. Obsessed with how he gets a front-row seat to the tension rising in your body and how your climax leaves you a panting mess before his eyes. 

However, he will expect you to return the favor, so don't get too comfortable. Sure hope you have some experience because Engie is a face-fucking veteran, and while he loves the act, he loves to look at how you look after he's done with you even more. The humiliation over being forced into such a compromising position, the mess gathered in the corners of your mouth, the way your roughed-up hair frames your face, nothing better.

Pace, are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?

He'll do his best to start slow, to try and get you nice and warmed up before going all in, if you're being good, that is. If you were already testing his patience or acting more withdrawn than usual, he wouldn't beat around the bush. If he's in the mood to be rough and leave you bruised and sore, he won't think twice about it. If he's feeling a bit more playful, he may consider going easy on you and edge you until you're begging for release, only to leave you high and dry. Holding your heated twitching body against his as he rolls over to fall asleep. If you want to come, you'll have to dry-hump against him, nothing more. The satisfaction of reducing you to a sweaty, horny mess sloppily grinding against the (as far as you know) sleeping maniac holding your captive. He likely won't actually nod off until you manage to get yourself off or until you eventually pass out yourself.

Quickie, what are their opinions on quickies, and how often?

This guy loves quickly. But what he loves even more than that is to intentionally get you all riled up. It's much more fun for him to tease you and leave you hot and bothered, far more so than a quick in-and-out.

Risk, are they game to experiment, and do they take risks?

Overall he's not too driven about trying something different or crazy unless he could see it made you all excited. Though all that said, his only rules here are to keep things strictly between the two of you and behind closed doors. Likely even if he isn't too hot on whatever idea you're proposing, knowing how excited it's making you is enough to entice him. He may have one or two dirty scenarios of his own he would want to play out with you, but even as a yandere, he wouldn't want to scare you over some silly fantasy.

Stamina, how many rounds can they go for? 

Not something he's too happy to admit, but when he first started sleeping with you, he didn't last long. He can't help it, though! He's been pining over you for so long now, and now that he finally has you, it's all just too perfect, and he's coming well before you, maybe more than once. He may even fall asleep without satisfying you if he feels you deserve it. But all he needs is a little time to get to know your body and get a little more practice. After that, it's practically effortless for him to get two or three rounds with you a night before kissing you goodnight. Of course, if you were in the mood for extra attention, all you'd need to do is ask.

Toys, do they own toys? Do they use them on a partner or themselves?

While he may be an Engineer, it's hard to see him owning many toys, considering how non-utilitarian they are, but this is with one big exception. Engie has a very soft spot for handcuffs and adores using them on you. As mentioned before, he just loves the idea of his partner being needy and helpless and submissive, and handcuffs are the easiest way for him to achieve this. He also likes to rile you up by saying things like, 

"You know, maybe if you're a good girl, I'll even let you out of these when I'm done with you." or "I could get used to the sight of you like this. Hell, maybe I ought to keep you here 'till tomorrow night." (Also, you just KNOW his corny-ass will call you his favorite toy.)

Unfair. How much do they like to tease?

While he may be a little rough around the edges, Engie was still brought up as a respectful southern gentleman… outside the bedroom, that is. He loves pushing your buttons and watching how pent-up you can get until you burst. It's nothing short of sacred to Engie, feeling so special that he, and he alone, gets to watch you in such a state of decadence. From the bottom of his heart, Engie really does see you as nothing less than his soulmate, and it's truly a religious experience to watch you. 

Volume, how loud are they, and what sounds do they make?

He's a real dirty talker and can get easily lost in the situation and get loud with his grunts and moaning. Partly because it's just what comes most naturally to him, as well as insanely rewarding to see you all flushed and embarrassed at his lewd behavior. 

Wild card a random headcanon for them.

He likely keeps a lot of industrial equipment around your holding site and has perhaps more than jokingly mentioned how beautiful he thinks you'd look all strung up and chained down. Not that he's waiting for you to test him to indulge in this fantasy or anything…

X-ray what's going on under those clothes?

As mentioned earlier, he's a hairy guy, not entirely from head to toe, but all the same. His dick is definitely proportional to the rest of him. It's sturdy and thick. Good length, not anything special, but he's always been the type to get you off with hands, mouth, and dick rather than solely his cock. But it's gonna leave you very comfortably stretched, so he doesn't have to worry about hurting you or leaving you excessively sore the next day. He prides himself on knowing he doesn't need to be hung like a horse. He just knows how to use it to get you to come.

Yearning, how high is their sex drive?

Once you were firmly and unquestionably within his care, he felt more sexually charged than he could ever remember. Engie never fancied himself the "grand romantic" type, but now that he has someone who brings out that part of him, he considers it his calling to make sure to be the best lover he could be.

Zzz, how quickly do they fall asleep afterward?

He's a simple man. Once he's shot a good load or a few, he's spent and ready for the night. And once he feels your weight and body heat resting on his chest? It doesn't take more than that to send him off.

#5eraphim #yandere #yandere x reader #n/s/f/w #n/s/f/w alphabet #yandere tf2 #yandere tf2 engineer #yandere engineer #yandere tf2 engineer x reader #tf2 engie x reader #dubcon #smut #dark kink #dark character #primal kink

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

omg that demon!reader prompt.. big brain moment. which mercs would comfort their s/o when captured? like they cant help but sweep them up in their arms n stuff

This is so soft I love this.(yandere mercs)

Tw: Yandere, kidnapping, possessiveness, unhealthy relationships, unwanted affection (not nsfw), gaslighting (brief), attachment issues.

Demoman: Most likely, if you’ve driven Tavish to the point he needs to grab nab you you’re pretty reckless. Otherwise he wouldn't have tried to grab you. Anyway, Tav would make a whole deal out of hit, just happy to have you out of harms way and into his arms. He’d be suffocating for a week at the least, it’s enough to tell you how long Tavs been bleeping tabs on you. And enough to clue you in to just how much care he’s taken in makin y’all’s new house perfect for the two of you. He’s very much one to want to rush you into comfort, though sometimes at the expense of sanity. 10/10

Engineer: Oh boy, dell can tell you’re anxious and that it’s already not looking good for him. He loves you. And he knows he loves you, he knows it’s unhealthy. But the slightest bit of his delusional side is that you’re overreacting to the whole, ‘being captured thing.’ He can even get close to you no more without you trying to push him away so how’s he going to comfort you. If you’d let him he’d come and sit down with you quietly. Like a husband trying to coax his spouse out of a breakdown. Except that’s not what this is is it? He realizes that, and he’d comfort you if you let him but you’re not so what’s he gonna do exactly? 2/10

Heavy: Very calming from the start, like Tavish in a way. The way he captures you is less like capture and more like- “Wow this is a horrible natural disaster, might as well make it count.” Just- stretch it out. He claims that things are getting worse outside, and keeps you in. To quell his own anxiety he holds you close. He tries to tell you stories to keep you sane, and insists on staying at your side the entire time. He’s very lovable, and even more protective. Very silly, and always tries to comfort you. Although he downplays some of your fear because he truly believes he can protect you from anything. His attempts are good but there’s too much gaslighting for things to settle to a reasonable degree. 7/10

Medic: He doesn’t try, it just kind of happens. No matter what it WILL happen, he WILL capture you and that will be that. He cares about you a great deal, he should have you with him! And that translates to how he cares for you as well, he makes sure you’re not hurt throughout the whole thing. His banter also makes it seem more like moving in with a good friend rather than being abducted. His house is jarring and surprisingly cold, but his demeanor makes up for anything he lacks. Not to mention the swarm of kisses you’ll get if you don’t try and escape post capture. 8/10 surprisingly good!

Pyro: You wouldn’t realize until he told you straight up in which case it would get VERY eerie. A lot of what Pyro did prior was similar and one could assume based off that, that it was just how he acted but no. He’s pleasantly surprised you aren’t put off. When he tells you that and you realize you are HE panics. He’s no better at calming you down. Or comforting you. Rocking you back and forth before getting up to check the locks again. He’s a mess and he tries to hide it. 1/10, surprisingly BAD.

Scout: His moms the one that’s gotta do it. Her constant presence is a saving grace. Scout is supporting his Ma, so his capture isn’t traditional like the others. It’s more like a relationship entrapment, and he doesn't realize he’s doing wrong. So his Ma gives you advice, and food. Like- a lot of food, since she can see you’re shakin up over something. Her jokes are light hearted, and she helps you see where Scout's heart comes from. She doesn’t justify her son's actions, but she’s been in this predicament before and all she can suggest is to wait it out. Scout: 0 Ma: 10/10

Sniper: I am conflicted on this, where else would he focus but also- why would he try. Snipers an unhealthy mix of hyper aware and delusional at all times. Really he debated on nabbing you until he just pulled you off the road with a well placed dart. So justifyibly you’re shaky and awkward… but he’s always anxious, shaky, and awkward. (High off shrooms too maybe but that’s besides the point.) He thinks it’s cute to a degree and and offers to walk with you if that’ll clear your mind. But he then gets worried and dismisses the idea. He makes a couple of attempts that lead to him not finishing the job. In the end he just settles on popcorn and a film in silence. The attempt is there. 5/10

Soldier: I’m going off premarriage here. He will fuck you up more, between the shouting and the likely bombastic way he captures you, you’d be damned if you didn’t leave the scenario with no new phobias. When you finally settle down a bit, (as in stop hiding from him) you would be surprised with how patient he is. It’s unexpected but he’ll wait for what he wants if he truly cares. He’ll wait until you let him hug you then just curl up around you and say the cheesiest things just above a whisper. He also is a human pillow with a heater setting so that could help too! 7/10.

Spy: Like sniper he makes an honest attempt. Past relationships didn’t like his possessiveness but then again there wasn’t really a way to keep his Fling safe. Spy falls hard and fast, which is concerning given his position, but it’s always with people unconcerned with his expertise. You- you are the one that he can keep an eye on. He already has all the things you could need. A little area to calm yourself, but that’s not to say he wouldn’t struggle and try to get you to give him affection without him earning it. Seems like a charmer but ultimately can’t deal with himself or admit that you might just- not like him. 5.5/10

Hope you enjoyed!

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[camthesolemnone]

Texas toast yandere? (Pyro x engineer)

If Pyro is the yandere:

.Not much changes to be honest, since there are already so many aspects of his personality that are Yandere-like.

.Yep, just another day in Pyroland for him: loving and protecting Engineer like an excited puppy and giving lollipops to the people who get too close.

.When Pyro actually has his mask off and is out of Pyroland, he becomes much more conscious of his actions, but that doesn't stop him from dousing Engineer's possible suitors in gas and setting them alight.

.With his mask off he is also rather cold and quiet, even around Engineer. He stalks behind him if Engie is in a conversation with someone he deems suspicious, he dislikes PDA, and he always has a lighter in his pocket just in case.

.He will sometimes leave the house for days on end to go on a killing spree in order to make an altar of blood and body parts for Engineer. Engineer is deeply traumatized by these displays of affection.

.Pyro treats Engineer like a trophy or object of fascination moreso than a lover, so he will kill him with little remorse if the Texan tries to escape at any point.

If Engineer is the yandere:

.He's aware that his behaviors aren't normal, but he's also nonchalant about them. Probably one of the least violent mercs when dealing with possible rivals or people who could hurt Pyro. He knows that Pyro can easily defend himself.

.Prefers to talk things out (maybe with some verbal threats thrown into the mix).

.He'll always give Pyro teleporter and dispenser priority, even if it means shoving a teammate away so his fiery little lovebug gets to go first.

.Is an excellent personal therapist and frequently checks up on Pyro's emotional well being since he knows the man struggles with identity and insanity.

.If he absolutely has to, his preferred method of killing is by good ol' sentry. That way he can say he must have calibrated it incorrectly and can play it off as an accident.

.Pyro actually falls even deeper in love with Engineer when he learns that he's got some screws loose. They have more in common then he imagined.

.Engineer has the best ending of all the yandere mercs, with a partner who reciprocates his feelings even after finding out about his obsession and he didn't even have to take Pyro by force.

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[cluelessatthispoint]

Hello hello, im aware that you made a platonic Yandere!engie recently and probably don't want to make another but I can't stop thinking about this idea.

Recently I managed to convince my friend to play TF2 with me and it was...something?? They quite literally spent half an hour trying to "deactivate the smoking" while they played as Spy for some reason and kept shooting at me while they played Engie bc they were trying to get my Spy to stop smoking. It was fun, they got disappointed at the realization but played with me anyways haha.

I was wondering if you could write some platonic yandere!engie with a spy!reader, I just think is a very funny idea for Engie to constantly to try and make them stop smoking is all, specially with Pyro who is nothing but delighted to light reader's cigarettes.

(once again I apologize for bad English from my part and for making an ask about a fairly recent character, hope you have a great day!)

AAAAAHHHH! Yes! YES! platonic yandere Engie gives me serotonin and a reason to live! He is such a weird yandere because of his kindly disposition. THANK YOU! I really like this ask. :)

Warning: Platonic yandere, smoking.

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Taking a deep breath, you sigh as you walk through the base. Having won a particularly grueling battle today you could feel some pride well up in your chest as well as a creaking in your bones. It was going to be a rough day tomorrow. Thank goodness it was the last battle of the week. Tomorrow you could rest easy and relax. Thinking about all the plans for tomorrow you smiled to yourself and hummed a happy little tune. The way that the battle was won today was incredible. The soldier did his part phenomenally and you think about how you backstabbed the enemy medic so many times he ended up paranoid around his own teammates. It was a sight to behold. Just thinking about it made you smirk and chuckle slightly.

Just one thing was off....during battle the Engineer on your team kept looking at you. It was weird. It wasn't a mean look or anything...but it gave you the chills. You didn't think he was mad at you. You didn't even do anything to him. As far as you can tell, you both are on pretty good terms with each other. Just the way he acted; it was off putting. Sighing softly, you round the corner and almost bumped into Pyro. The smell of burning and something sweet fills your nostrils. Looking into the gasmask you see your own reflection being reflected back at you.

"Ah, hello Pyro....good job out there today."

He doesn't say a word but holds his hand out with a lighter in it. Flicking the lighter on and off you look at it and let out a small sigh of relief.

"Oh...thank you."

Taking out a cigarette you light the end of it and bring it to your lips. Taking a long slow drag of it you let out a pleased sigh as you feel your body relax. Pyro seemed just as pleased. Clapping his hands together and practically hopping on his toes his happy mumbles break the silence.

Leaning against the wall you and Pyro relax for a while. Pyro looks more to your left and then takes off without a word. You roll your eyes at his antics and continue smoking. Leaning back and closing your eyes you don't notice the sound of someone walking closer until a hand is on your shoulder. Opening an eye you look to your left to see the Engineer.

"Hello Engie...how are you?"

He sighs heavily and reaches a hand to your mouth and plucks the cigarette from in between your lips and drops it on the floor and stomps on it with a huff.

"I hate seein you smoke those things."

You feel your eye twitch, a swell of anger rises within you and you give him a piece of your mind.

"Engie...don't you dare do that again!"

Your words coming out harsher than you liked. The look in his eyes looks dark and hurt...it scares you. Swallowing nervously, you lower your head and apologize softly.

"I-I'm sorry Engineer...I...I didn't mean to-"

He sighs and crosses his arms.

"I hate seeing you hurt yourself this way...If you keep this up, I'm gonna have to hurt you."

His thick Texan drawl mixed with uncharacteristically unkind words made you laugh hard. You look up at him through tears of laughter and stop cold. A pit of dread settles in your stomach...He wasn't laughing....he wasn't even smiling...You looked him in the eyes and freeze. His cold eyes pin you in your spot. Hearing your name being called from down the hallway you took this as a sign and took your chance to escape. You walked away slowly. Leaving Engineer staring after you in the hallway and a feeling of fear in your stomach.

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I hope that you enjoy this! I finished my finals and I'm so happy! :)

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[yanderes-galore]

*Slides into your in box*

Yandere engineer with a darling whp is the blu engineer? Lits shake this shit up! TWO southerners who go from enemies to onesided lovers lmao

In battle they first started by shouting insults from across the field to engineer building little trinkets for the Enemy engie only for them to kill him out of discomfort

Have a good spooky month! 😈

*Slides out of your inbow*

You all really like BLU Darlings here ^^. Sure! I'll see what I can come up with.

Yandere! RED! Engineer with BLU! Engineer! Darling

Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Rivalry, Enemies to one-sided lovers, Blood, Murder, Gun mention, Obsessive behavior, A sadistic sense of relationship, Your love language is murder and violence I guess 🤷‍♀️, Implied masochism.

- Yeah, how it starts out is you and the other Engie throwing insults at each other.

- It's a competitive pass time with you both in battle.

- You're just seeing who's the best at building defenses and competing while your teams go for the objective.

- In a way, it's your form of fun.

- Your medics just heal you of your injuries afterwards, next battle you're back at it again.

- You don't expect much to happen between you until the RED Engineer gets softer with you.

- Even for being on RED he was always soft spoken and amiable. Only taking little joy from seeing his enemies gunned down.

- You respected him for having the decency to make his kills efficient and not drawn out from what you've seen.

- You were not prepared for him to be so kind to you during cease-fires or even during battle as time goes on.

- It made you reluctant to shoot him at times, but competition is competition.

- You may harbor little to no feelings for Dell, him on the other hand ends up falling for you.

- It's hard to have a proper relationship in this setting, the whole opposite side thing puts a metaphorical wrench in things.

- The only time Dell is able to be near you, not combat-wise, is cease-fires.

- He probably does build small trinkets for you when not busy and gives them to you during cease-fires.

- I can't really see you killing him out of discomfort as he is just so amiable?

- It's not like he's a flirter, or at least not to the point of Spy level flirting.

- Dell hopes you keep such trinkets he makes for you, although he will be quite upset when you toss them.

- He is hopelessly in love with you even if you don't like him.

- You want to keep your relationship as enemies that taunt each other.

- While Dell wants a softer and secret relationship.

- It's a situation where it's one-sided enemies to lovers.

- You could kill him over and over but he'll just be back.

- Nothing really wavers his obsession with you, if anything you make him more intense.

- Dell may get more intense if he feels he isn't getting anywhere, however.

- Maybe his sadism really shows when you fight him.

- Perhaps he wrangles his sentry to clip your leg, leaving you unable to walk.

- That or he works together with his Spy to sap your buildings, leaving you vulnerable.

- Dell can be cruel if he feels he needs to.

- He is still RED, after all.

- You may regret catching his attention once he gets sadistic.

- Every RED is capable of such a trait, it's just Dell is the one of the ones less likely to show it.

- You may regret starting this rivalry once you're the one bleeding on the ground, Dell staring down at you with a confident smirk.

- You started this...

- Your actions will have consequences.

- "Sorry, doll, take this as payback for the previous times you pushed me away for trying to be friendly."

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