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#yandere team fortress 2
5eraphim · 9 months
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Can I request a oneshot of nsfw yandere sniper x s/o with a predator/prey kink. ;)
Uh, so this one went in a super weird direction- but like, Sniper is sososo hard to write for! I'm sorry if this isn't quite what you were looking for, but I tried my best to incorporate the prompt, while twisting it into something fun to write. Sniper isn't my cup of tea, but with this dynamic- („ᵕᴗᵕ„) I've wanted to write something a little exophilic forever, and this request seemed like an apt enough place to do it! I hope you're ok with the odd way this turned out, and I really hope you enjoy!
In this story Reader is a hunter hired to poach a wild beast terrorizing a local's livestock. But when face to face with the monster their roles reverse and Reader has to try and escape becoming Sniper's newest prey.
Title: Poacher's Pride
Character: Werewolf!Sniper 🦘 (Team Fortress 2)
Rating: X (MINORS DNI- YOU KNOW THIS AINT FOR YOU)
Content Warnings: Dub-con, exophilia, mild terato, Dark!Sniper, werewolf, breeding kink, angst-y ending, stalking, yandere, possessive behavior, mates, size difference, forced cuddling/intimacy
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You were a hunter. This was a fact. No matter how unfamiliar the terrain or how fearsome the prey was, you were the one with a gun, the killer. So long as you had your gun and wits about you, nothing would change this. The less charitable would call you a poacher, hunting down the rarest prey you could find to sell to the highest bidder. Perhaps this was more accurate, but you hardly cared as long as you had enough money to keep food on the table.
Tonight's mission was nothing special, a report of a wild animal feeding on a farmer's livestock and unnatural howling at night disturbing the farm's residents. While you found it unusual that the farmer who commissioned you to kill the beast couldn't identify the species, as you'd expect one who spent so much time working with animals would know their predators by now. But the farmer was an older man, likely a bit superstitious, and feared whatever creature it was preying upon his livestock was some kind of cryptid or supernatural entity. Though you were far too skeptical to really worry about the paranormal as you listened to the farmer recounting his stories of this monster striking every full moon, the other-worldliness of the howls he heard in the night, none of which you paid much mind to, but nodded and let him speak anyhow. 
Of course, it was easy to tell yourself you didn't believe in monsters during the daylight, but now that you were staking out alone in the middle of the night, you weren't quite so resolute. Despite your fear, you didn't move from your post; hidden in forest foliage a moderate distance from the livestock's pen, you sunk deep into the shadows. Milky-white moonlight illuminated the clearing around you, filtered through the canopy above. It was a full moon, and whatever it was you were hunting was sure to be out any moment. 
You couldn't help but notice the absence of nocturnal insects you were so used to hearing on nighttime stakeouts. You couldn't hear any buzzing from flying insects; no birds were around, nor any other nocturnal creature you could perceive in the darkness. Making you feel all the more alone as seemingly every other living creature knew to keep away from this area while this elusive predator was on the prowl. 
The wind rustling trees overhead helped break up the eerie silence that settled so heavily around you. As the wind picked up, you could hear the sheep beginning to bleat nervously, you swore you felt the hairs on the back of your neck prickle, but you weren't sure the sudden temperature drop was to blame. A tree in the distance swayed noisily, creaking as the wind continued to flow through the forest. 
Time moved painfully still, and you worried the night would never end until a twig snapping in the distance caught your full attention. Your head shot toward the sound, immediately noticing movement in the bushes diagonal to where you were hidden.
You steeled yourself, gritting your teeth almost painfully tight, forcing your eyes to remain focused dead ahead on the rustling bushes, waiting at any second for some kind of creature to emerge. You were expecting some massive wolf, or a cougar, or some kind of hulking mammal to crawl its way from the bushes, but when you watched an unmistakably humanoid figure crawling on all fours from the bushes, you couldn't believe your eyes. 
What you saw was like nothing you'd seen before, the mere sight of this creature freezing you in place; your mouth went dry as you lowered your rifle from the firing position with shaking hands. The beast sniffed at the air, turning it's head in your direction, eyes shining like shards of flint in the night, making your blood run cold, before turning his attention back to the sheep's pen. His head locked in their direction as he rose from all fours to standing upright, forcing you to realize just how massive this beast truly was. Your stomach flipped as the enormous creature's head tilted back to howl in some kind of hellish, animalistic scream, though disturbingly, with undertones of an unmistakably human-like cry. Like a man imitating a wolf's cry, but far, far more accurately than ought to be humanly possible.
This thing- it wasn't human, a man specifically. It was so massive you were too far away to guess its height, but you didn't need to come any closer to know that while standing on two legs. From the tips of its protruding wolf-like ears to its clawed feet, it was taller than any human you'd seen before. A bushy wolf-like tail flicked back and forth behind him, almost as distracting as the horrific way this creature's legs were visibly non-human, even while obscured under a thick coat of fur. 
You were utterly horrified, but you forced yourself to hold your ground, waiting for the monster to look the other way, allowing you to raise your loaded rifle to a firing stance and pull the trigger. The sound of the gun going off cut through the heavy silence of the night, though the sound was nothing compared to the sound of the beast's cry.
To your horror, despite the shot sounding as though it connected with his body, nothing happened. Your eyes were wide with fear and disbelief as you watched the creature turn its head in your direction, eyes narrowing as it growled. With fumbling fingers, you pumped the rifle, firing again to the same effect. Your heart hammered loudly in your ears as you saw the monster continue to growl, not at all fazed by the bullets as it lowered itself to all fours, tail straight out behind before charging in your direction. 
Without sparing a second to think about where you were going, you sprinted deeper into the forest. Too blinded by fear to realize how dangerous it was to run back into the woods like this, but currently, the only thing on your mind was getting as much distance between you and the wild animal as you could. You had a decent head start but didn't know how long that would last. Straying from the main path through the woods, you tried to weave your way through the overgrowth to throw him off your scent. While whatever it was chasing you down was much bigger and faster, you tried to use human agility to your advantage, doing the best you could to avoid getting clotheslined by any of the foliage in the forest. Earlier that day, it rained, and water still drenched the leaves and branches, soaking into your clothes as you ran by. But worse was the slick mud and puddles of water covering your track, making it all the harder to keep running as your feet threatened to slip out from under you at any moment. 
The thundering sound of footsteps in the distance spurred you on. You were too scared to even look back; hearing the snarling and barking of the creature behind made you afraid enough that you didn't need a closer look. The longer you ran, the less light seemed to reach you; the tree's overgrowth was so dense now, the dark shadows of the forest warping your visibility, making you flinch in terror at the sight of even the slightest motion in the corners of your vision.
It was only a matter of time before the wolf caught up to you. It was inevitable. You were on borrowed time and didn't have much longer. Your fate was sealed when you finally lost your footing. Before realizing what happened, you went from upright, running full speed, to crashing into the dirt. You hit the ground hard, bracing your fall with your forearms, enough to protect your face and head, preventing serious injury, though unable to spare yourself the pain of the impact. For just a beat, you lay motionless, too dazed from the fall to move. While you were lucky you hadn't accidentally knocked your head against something when you fell, you felt the wind knock from your lungs. The feeling is not exactly painful, but struggling to breathe only intensified your fear and disorientation. You were so far from home, and the night so dark the situation felt more like a nightmare than reality. 
Initially, you thought you slipped while running, but you soon noticed the feeling of cold metal around your ankle. Still in a daze, you craned your head over your shoulder, looking down at your leg, seeing a silver wire looped around your ankle, a snare. You blinked once, feeling closer to death than ever before, the wild fear flooding your mind now replaced with an icy certainty. You were about to die, and you could do nothing to save yourself now. Weeping bitterly, you saw the shrubs close behind parting, the monster's face for just an instance before you squeezed your eyes shut tight, ducking your head, wrapping your arms around yourself, curling into a little ball, and waiting for the killing blow. 
Time stood still as you cowered in fear, listening to the stalking creature drawing closer, knowing you had nowhere to run now. While you couldn't see him, keeping your head down and eyes shut tight, you could smell him. The blood caught in his fur mats, the scent of the forest trapped in his coat, the gore from his hot breath. He was getting closer. You couldn't take it anymore, and as you heard another low growl and felt a clawed "hand" wrap around your leg to pull you closer, your anxiety spiked, making you black out. 
For a long while, you were somewhere between awake and sleeping. Too scared and too dizzy to open your eyes or try to "wake up," but still, on some level, perceptive of the world around you. You felt like you were dreaming and silently hoped that if you were dead, the pain was already over, and this feeling of passing away would remain gentle forever. 
It was impossible to track time, too woozy to try, too numb to care, but after a while, you realized you weren't moving anymore. Laying in a heap of something soft and dusty-smelling, gingerly easing movement back into your body by groping at the material with your fingers and toes. A fire crackled a short ways away, and the air smelt an odd combination of fresh and stale. And finally, with a little focus, you managed to open your eyes.
Apparently, you weren't dead after all, but you couldn't guess where you were now. Some kind of shack, probably still deep in the woods somewhere. You could hear the rain picking up again outside as tiny beads of rain patted against the windows and tin roof. Fire danced in a fireplace on the other end of the shack, illuminating the chipped paint on the walls and cracks in the plaster. 
Your stomach dropped when you realized you weren't alone; sitting in the corner of the room, somewhat obscured by shadows, the werewolf sat staring at you, sitting back on his hunches, his yellow eyes watching you intently as you finally woke up.
Bizarrely enough, you realized the closer you were to the wolf, the more human he appeared. Despite the shaggy hair running down his neck and shoulders like a mane and wolf-like ears, his face remained strikingly human-esque. Aside from his yellow eyes and sharp teeth, of course. He looked almost docile like this, but you didn't dare move. 
He crept forward slowly on his hands and knees, making you sit up to push yourself away instinctively, but when you saw the blankets covering your chest fall away, you realized you were completely naked under the covers. Gripping the blanket tight in your hand to protect yourself, you looked at him, bewildered.
"Clothes were all wet. You were shivering… Warm yet?" He spoke in fragments, voice low and almost raspy, as though he'd just started talking for the first time in ages. You weren't exactly in a bed, more so a massive pile of blankets and a few pillows pushed into the corner of the room, but it was better than being back out in the rain. You nodded, watching him perching at the foot of the bed. 
In a weak voice, you managed, "Where?" 
You were too muddled to find the right words, but he responded. The wolf-man seemed able to pick up on your emotions, even if you couldn't elaborate verbally.
"My den. Other wolves were out. You're safe here." He spoke bluntly. You felt safe assuming while biologically he was, at best, humanoid, he was intelligent enough to communicate and, judging by the dirty shack he called a den, lived a lifestyle not entirely unlike a human's.
"They won't hurt you here." 
You didn't respond, just nodded. He was closer now, within reaching distance, but your back was against the wall; you could push away any further, even if you wanted to. His attention dropped from your face to the blankets you were nestled amid, reaching under the blankets until he found your feet while you eyed him wearily.
You tensed when he pulled them closer, pushing away the blankets to expose you from your shins down.
He began to lean down a little closer to your body, making you instinctively back up a little, making him pause, sitting at the foot of the nest frowning, looking at you with an almost child-like pout. "Won't hurt you. Can make it better." 
You didn't realize what he meant until he gestured to the laceration encircling just above your ankle, where you caught on the snare. Now that you were really looking at it, it was a bit deeper than you thought, and you'd gotten a few other nasty abrasions from your little game of chase earlier. 
Before you could do anything to stop him, you watched him gripping your injured leg in place with one hand as he leaned his head to the wound before running the flat of his tongue over the cut. You jolted, squirming a little in discomfort, but he wouldn't budge, ignoring your whines of distress as he continued to lap against the wounded skin.
Forcing yourself to breathe slowly, convincing yourself there was still some chance you would make it out of the night alive, you stopped fighting him, ignoring how his fangs would lightly scrape against your flesh as he licked up and down your leg. You had to suppress another spike of fear as he gently pulled the blankets away from you. His eyes flicked up from your wounds to your exposed skin for a moment as he continued working. After another moment, he pulled away, and you sighed in relief.
The respite didn't last too long, however, as he only pulled away so he could crawl on top of you, making your eyes widen, hands drawing into tight fists as you were unable to fully mask your rising dread. You held your breath until he stopped moving, sitting on his knees and elbows over your body. Despite the position, you couldn't ignore how bizarrely mellow he appeared. Very calmly leaning down to run his tongue along your shoulder, making you shiver as the wet muscle made contact with the sensitive skin of your neck. 
Aside from your fear, you had to strain yourself to keep a poker face and ignore the light ticklish sensation you felt. The feeling of his tongue running along your cheek finally caused a break in your composure. "What the hell are you doing?"
The werewolf cocked his head to the side. "I'm grooming you." 
He said it so bluntly, as though it were perfectly normal for humans to give each other tongue baths. While the shock and discomfort had greatly worn off by now, the feeling was invasive all the same. 
"Still hurt?" the werewolf asked. You hated how heartfelt he sounded, confused why a predator species would be so caring concerning your comfort and safety like this. For some reason, you almost felt reluctant to ask him to stop as he looked at you with puppy eyes, not understanding why you wouldn't let him get closer to you.
"No, but.." As he watched you, you trailed off, waiting for you to explain yourself. After a beat of silence, he resumed his work. Snuggling his head tight up against yours.
"Don't want this-" You protested, but Harold sounded sincere.
"Won't hurt you." His words were muffled as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling, coddling his face against your hair. You went rigid as you felt him take a test bite against your skin, his sharp teeth just barely scraping against the side of your neck while his hands palmed at your body beneath his. While the nest you were brought to was comfortable enough to work as a human bed, the smell of the dog was too distracting for you to relax too much. 
He moved his hands from your chest down to your own hands, clasping them with his own as he brought them from laying limp beside you to the sides of his scalp. Your fingers were instantly lost in the bird's-nest-like mess that was his shaggy mane. 
"Keep them here." 
He wanted scritches? In an act of morbid curiosity, you allowed your hands to ruffle at the fur, feeling his ears twitching a little as you brushed them with your fingertips. Your fingers moved on their own as they tangled into his hair. His hands dropped as you kept yours in place, and he made an odd, almost humming-moan, his tail beginning to wag steadily as you continued to work your fingers in his hair. When your fingers grazed the sides of his ears a little harder, you watched them twitching a little harder, and you couldn't help but stare, wanting to touch them so badly. He didn't pull away when you shyly traced a finger from the base of his ears to prod gently at the side, nor when you cupped your hand against the soft thing, letting you feel him up with curious fingers, smiling to himself, quite enjoying the gentle touch of another after so much time in isolation before now.  
"What are you?" You whispered to yourself, feeling him nuzzle into you.
"Human once, something different now." 
You were about to ask what he meant by this when you felt something hard grazing the top of your thigh, making you freeze. He was breathing much heavier now, pressing himself against you a little harder, pushing his pelvis forward to grind against the top of your thigh. You could feel the blankets originally piled somewhat neatly earlier starting to bunch up and the pillows falling to the side and tumbling in different directions. You could hear the sound of cloth tearing and realized it was likely the sound of his clawed feet getting tangled up in the blankets, accidentally shredding them in the process.
"Keep going- C'mon, more! I need more, more!" He begged and whined, still rutting against you, his hands finding yours again, guiding you to keep playing with his hair, scratching him behind the ear, doing whatever you were doing that was driving him crazy.
You felt an unwanted stir as he continued to grind against you, moaning and panting against your neck, into your ear. His hands separated to return to your body, wanting to feel your curves beneath him. As he continued to play with your flesh, you could hear the werewolf inhaling, catching the scent of something, pausing for a moment as he sniffed, his eyes drifting shut as he sighed, practically moaning out loud. 
"You like this?" His ears were perked upright, and pupils were dilated as he looked at you expectantly. Feeling blood rushing to your cheeks, you shook your head, feeling too overwhelmed to think clearly. But your reluctance only excited him more. He grinned ferally, mouth opening giving you a quick flash of his sharp teeth as he popped two fingers into his mouth, coating them with spit before pulling them out, watching you with eager eyes as they trailed down your stomach until they halted just above your clit.
Without stalling any longer, you felt his two fingers pressing up against the sensitive nub, feeling your heartbeat increase and blood rushing south as he got a little bolder. Collecting the slick between your legs, using it to glide his fingers in gentle circles against you, making your breath hitch and your body tense up. How in the world he knew how to pleasure another human, you couldn't imagine, but he was doing a damn good job of it. You swallowed hard, he was much more adept at keeping his claws to himself than you imagined, and his fingers felt inhumanly big in the best possible way. 
Everything was moving so fast; one minute, you were arching your back underneath him, and the next, you were face down under him. The werewolf pulled away just enough to kneel over you. The feeling of his hands on your waist brought you crashing back to reality, reigniting the fear you'd shamefully forgotten.
Before he could pull you any closer, you inched forward a bit, trying to keep your voice steady despite the wild beating of your heart. "It's not too late, just let me go- Please, if you just let me go, you'll never see me again! I won't tell anyone what I saw!" You pressed your cheek against the blankets trying your best to crane your face to the side and look at him but found no mercy.
"Don't want- you can't leave!" You paused, looking up at him, brows creasing. "Did he almost say he didn't want me to go?" you wondered, noticing how he caught himself, a bit of vulnerability breaking through his intimidation.
"If I let you go. You'll kill me." Before now, even when threatening or intimidating you, there was a note of playfulness to his voice that was gone now. Despite the morbid way the two of you met, he couldn't entirely hide his excitement of bringing a little fresh meat home and, by extension, not having to spend another night alone. 
"I-" He didn't give you a chance to defend yourself.
"Tell me again, what were you hiding out in those bushes earlier?"
You were paralyzed with fear, your mind going blank as his yellow eyes narrowed and his voice lowered to an animalistic growl. His lips drew back in a snarl, bearing his sharp canine-like teeth as you felt his hot breath against your bare flesh as he breathed heavily. You wanted to make up some lie about only shooting him because he startled you, but you knew something like that wouldn't work on him. While the beast wasn't entirely a wild animal, he didn't possess a human's capacity for reason. And with a sinking realization, you knew no amount of begging for mercy, logical reasoning, or threats of retaliation would do anything to stop him. You were now just moments away from meeting your fate, and you could do nothing but accept it. 
You might've cried if you had any strength left, but not anymore. The best you could do for yourself was close your eyes and try to flinch as you felt him peel away a little, sitting back on his haunches before pushing you over and repositioning you to lay flat on your stomach. 
You could feel his saliva and some of your slick still smeared along your sex and inner thighs as he used both hands to grab at your ass, hoisting you up as he positioned himself from behind. Forcing you to bend your knees and arch your back up as he situated himself on his knees from behind. Just the feeling of his head against your core made you squirm in discomfort, though unable to pull away from his hold. You moved your arms from your sides to in front of you, burrowing your head in your forearms. The position was the opposite of dignified, but at least he wouldn't have the satisfaction of seeing the look on your face as he took you.
"I can tell you're scared; I can smell your fear, and I can't say I blame you. But let's see if you'll make a better mate than a hunter." You couldn't tell if he was trying to comfort or mock you, as though that even mattered. The feeling of his tip prodding at your core told you, whether he tried to be gentle or not, you'd feel this in the morning. 
The thick fur covering his underbelly helped to conceal his size before now, even while hard, but you had a feeling he'd be big. It was so odd to feel an animal's fur against your thighs as you felt an unmistakably non-human cock push inside you. While terrified, you thanked God he'd taken the time to prepare your hole. 
While the feeling of stretching around his cock stung, but you couldn't ignore the satisfaction you felt; at last, the emptiness you'd felt was satisfied. You were expecting so much more pain and brutality, but the beast took his time. As though he wanted to make the moment last as long as he could. Given the sound of his labored breathing through grit teeth from behind, you could tell he was trying to hold back. Your thighs spread as you slumped forwards a bit as he pushed inside, making you bite down on your forearm to keep from whining.
"You're So warm! So, so soft inside- hah, S'good" He repositioned his hands from your hips to your back, shoving you down even harder as he pushed all the way inside. He was pushing your chest so hard into the nest it was hard to breathe. You had no idea if he could even tell what he was doing to you or if he was already so blinded by his own pleasure. 
His claws pressed a little harder against the flesh of your back, not enough to draw blood, but enough to remind you he could do so in a second if he wanted to. The beast kept one hand on your back, the other sliding forward to meet your own hand. Using his massive hand, he guided yours from in front of you back down to your side before fully seizing your hand, bringing it under your belly, groping downwards and around for a moment until he managed to find your clit. 
Forcing your fingers against your clit he growled, "Touch yourself for me. Wanna- I wanna know what you feel like when you come."
 Something about the loss of control, the fear and adrenaline overrunning your body, made perverse moments feel sickly exciting. And you didn't hold back much longer, your fingers rubbing circles over your swollen clit as he pulled out and began to rock back and forth. Your body limply moving in rhythm with the overwhelming force from behind. 
Your cheek flattened against the blankets as he dug his claws a little harder into your back, raking your bare skin as he began to pick up speed. The pain and pleasure overtook your mind as you felt yourself getting even wetter, your hand moving even faster over your clit. He was already so hard, but you could've sworn you felt him swelling up a little inside you. You didn't want to think about what would happen after he inevitably came inside you. The only thing on your mind now was your own climax, the smell of sex in the air spurring you on, making you hornier, needier, exactly like the wolf behind you.
Closing your eyes, you felt yourself tightening against the werewolf, your muscles acting with a mind of their own as you could feel your climax coming on; the feeling of your body so hot and painfully close to orgasm was driving him wild, knowing he wouldn't last much longer than you. And sure enough, with a breathy sigh of relief, you came. Feeling your body gripping against the werewolf as you grinded yourself against him, riding out your orgasm as long as possible. 
The afterglow set in not long after, making the feeling of the werewolf behind you thrusting in and out wildly much more bearable. You gasped out loud when you felt him bust, his seed fucked deep inside your body while you two were momentarily forced to remain connected. Fortunately, this didn't last as long as you feared it would, and not long after his climax, you felt the swelling between your legs going down, giving you enough wiggle room to pull yourself off him. As far away as you could while he was still pressing his weight down on your back. 
Feeling a bit more clear-headed after cumming, you began to try and pull further away from the monster behind, but he still had you pinned, and the longer you were like this, the more aware you were of the sting of the scratch marks on your back, making you feel like a cornered mouse under a cat's paw. Thankfully he eventually lifted his weight from behind you, finally allowing you to take a deep breath as he sat back on his haunches, likely enjoying the view of your abused body limp and sprawled out like this in his nest. 
After a moment, you heard him shifting behind you, repositioning the pillows and blankets in his nest as you lay face down in the center. He pulled you from your stomach to your side as you instinctively curled into the fetal position. The werewolf propped you against some pillows as though you weighed nothing before sliding into bed beside you, gently coaxing your body from a tight ball to wrap around him, tucking your head under his chin. Burying your head against his chest, you could hear the slow thumping of his heart as his hands smoothed against your back and hair.
Everything felt surreal; the creature you were so certain would end your life less than a few hours ago now had you curled up against him like a teddy bear. Making sure you were comfortable and not smothered by his thick tufts of hair. Your self-preservation instincts told you to let him do as he pleased with you. The last thing you wanted was to provoke him into another round of what you'd just endured. But even without saying anything, you felt his head shift away from you to face you. His brow creased slightly in what appeared to be confusion.
"You're still scared?"
"I don't understand… Why haven't you killed me yet? You're a predator- surely you could've done it by now; what are you waiting for?" You bit your lower lip, hoping desperately he wouldn't take that as a challenge.
"You're not my prey anymore." To your surprise, he didn't sound upset, his voice notably softer than you'd heard all night, as though trying not to frighten you. You wanted him to explain what he meant but were too scared to ask. You let him pull your back under his chin, his fingers twisting around your hair.
"I'll protect you. But if you try to leave me, I'll have to stop you." As quickly as it had come, the softness in his voice was gone. 
"We're one now. And the longer you're here, the closer we'll be." You didn't understand what he meant by this. You were still oblivious to what this creature was, and you were too terrified to speculate about what was now inside of you.
"You can't really think we'll be together forever after this, do you?" It was hard to tell if you were trying to convince him of this or yourself. 
You wanted to believe he was wrong, a wild animal with no concept of forever, but by now, you knew he was far from entirely bestial. "I… I don't understand." 
"We're mates now. We're bonded for life." You were well aware that it was dangerous to provoke him, but despite his bluntness, he sounded notably calm, and you couldn't keep your curiosity to yourself.
"What does it mean to be mates? How can you be so sure we're mated for life?" You had to choose your words carefully, trying your best to avoid saying something like, "your kind mate for life." to prevent the risk of offending him. 
"I know so." He was so blunt and sure of himself that it scared you, and you had a bad feeling he wasn't just trying to intimidate you. 
For a moment, he was quiet, as though trying to choose his next words carefully. "I've been a lone wolf for years now. It's miserable; I can't go back to that." 
He paused again, and you were unfortunately forced to remember the monster curled around you like a fur coat was once a human and, to some unknowable degree, still was. You didn't want to see him as anything but a brute, an animal acting on primal impulses, but you knew this wasn't true. And if you were in his position, spending years as a reclusive creature of the night, forced to live in the shadows like a stray, you might be just as desperate to escape such a purgatory. 
"But, I'm not like you; people are going to come try to find me-" The wolf interrupted Before you could finish the thought.
"I won't let them take you. I'll protect you. Keep you here as long as it takes for you to settle." 
It wasn't a promise; it was a fact. Just as it was a fact, so long as the werewolf lived, you weren't going anywhere.
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redamoureux · 4 months
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hi!! could u write yandere scout <3 prompt is all yours 🫶 love u
╰﹒RED FACED LOSER!
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Yandere Red/Blu Scout headcanons/short
↳ content warning: yandere themes, some fluffs? obsessive behaviour, posessive behaviour, implied invasion of privacy and cloth stealing, implied future forced relationship, ooc?, not proofread
↳ genre: romantic
↳ a/n: Hi! Sorry this took pretty long, didn't have much time and motivation to write so i wss just able to write it just and it's sorta crappy :")
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It was long ago, Jeremy first met you when he was on yet another run from his brothers and wasn't paying attention where he was going, causing him to bump into you and throwing the both of you onto the ground.
He'd hastily help you up and picking all the things you had dropped and hurriedly saying sorry before running off. You could only gawk slightly before snapping out of it and continuing with your day.
After weeks, you had almost completely forgotten about the encounter until the day you finally met your roomate. And it was that boy again! He seem also surprised meeting you aswell making your first introduction bit awkward but eventually you both melt into a good long conversation. You two quickly became good friends and you'd often help him with his assigments he couldn't do. At times he'd get bit embarassed and tried to repay you with a box of pizza in return.
When you're working on some project, he'd be a little stubborn and try to persuade you to join him instead for the evening to go hang with his other friends, though you'd often decline.
Sometimes he'd also borrow your jacket with the excuse his is on the laundry. Or even using some of your stationary and more often than not even forgets to give it back, so you'd always have to remind him.
Though once you lost your jacket, jeremy was quick to give you the biggest puppy eyes he could do and convice you that you'd probably forgotten it somewhere when you just asked if he knew where it is-
Jeremy would definitely take you on various 'hangouts' (it's really is a date but he's too embarassed and bit shy to tell you at the time) like watching a drive in romantic movie or trying to share the same milkshake with you. He'd even put his arm around your shoulder, you didn't think much of it, but his heart is thumping real hard.
As time went on however, you notice he was slowing stopping and skipping his classes. It was abit subtle at first, telling you that he was simply feeling unwell. Though overtime, he began skipping whole one, two and so on. Soon you'd hear several rumors from other students that he'd drop out. You feel a little saddend, his disapperance was so sudden! And when you returned back to your dorm, most of his stuffs were missing, save for the few insignificant things here and there. You were baffled and wished he could've said a goodbye but you finally accepted it and went to try moving on. Mysteriously though, some of your belongings seem to be gone too, and you can seem to find them anywhere.
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Years passed and today you're going to finally start your first day of your job. You felt little nervous as you walk down the hall. after all you are still quite unexperienced. And hearing about the guys you're going to be working with from your contractor doesn't make it any much better. They said some of them were rude, easily hostile and even insane. Or dumb. You tried reassure yourself, it couldn't possibly be that bad. Your contractor is probably just exaggerating bit too much, you thought as you open the door.
Seconds after that you heard an audible gasp and fast footsteps, before you know it, hands yanked you closer to the person's body and giving you the tighest hug ever. "Ohh babe! I thought i'd never see you again!" Said the man- and you instantlu regonized that voice. Even after years, his voice still hasn't changed much. You pulled back a little, flabbergasted. "Jeremy??" You questioned. He finally let go of you saying, "Hm? Yeah sweetheart? Ohh don't say you'd almost forgotten me there!" He exclaimed as if he had not just suddenly disappeared years and just went back from playing the arcade he usually hang out in. "What are you doing here?-"
"Tthat's a question i should be asking, Why are you here? Didn't you finally got your dream job? But anyway, i'm just happy that you're here!" He replied. You let out a sad sigh at that, "well yea-i mean no.. it's pretty complicated."
"Hey hey don't be upset. Sorry, i really didn't mean to ruin the mood. So listen, how 'bout we get some milkshakes huh? I'll pay for the both of us!" Jeremy declared. You thought for a second. "That.. would be great. Thanks jeremy." "Just call me scout, sweetie. That name is for the old me." He half joked. After all, his old self is just so stupid and childish for letting you go and even upsetting you for not even saying a goodbye or even able to confess before leaving. Well, don't worry now. He's new now. He would finally confess his habored feelings and he'll never be stupid enough again to ever say goodbye, ever.
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ablobwhowrites · 2 months
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Since requests are open, may I ask for something for a Demoman!Reader with a Yandere team? The idea of Reader being absolutely DESTROYED on alcohol while trying to hit an enemy soldier that's right in front of him (and missing repeatedly) while his entire team is just watching silently while their brains just goes "Ohhh I can't not fuck him" like that one Neiil Cicierega comic lol.
Demo!Reader: Is pussy...just a myth?
Medic, who was tending to his injuries: ...what?
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Demo!Reader, getting dragged away by his team's Pyro: Yer arse's arse and I'm the grass man, punk!
The Enemy!Sniper on the other side of the gate: 🧍????
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Demo!Reader, clinging to "Soldier" desperately while crying on the crook of his neck: *sobs* Everyone thinks I'm just a- *sobs* one-eyed bloody monster God damn it! *crying*
The Enemy Spy disguised as Reader's Soldier, trying to decide what the fuck is he feeling rn: 👁️_👁️
Demo m/n: “like sometimes I wonder if I shouldn’t drink..”
Blue demoman: “you realize your kidnapped in blue territory right?”
M/n: “I am?”
Demo m/n: “oh this is fantastic pyro” *m/n is holding what pyro sees as a flower crown but is actually organs he took from someone on the battlefield*
Pyro: *hmph, hmph, hmph* ‘okay, wear it!’
M/n: “…I know I have to but I kinda don’t wanna”
Medic assistant M/n: “god, these willie wonky bars are terrible this is my fifth one”
scout: “why? I heard it’s the best chocolate around”
Medic assistant m/n: “don’t know, it just taste paper yet hard? Let me che-“ *it’s a half eaten golden willie wonka ticket* “oooohh shit, that’s why the other four didn’t taste good”
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Medic assistant m/n: "I should have stayed in college, I could have graduated by now"
Medic: "oh trust me, you'll still be here even after college"
Demo m/n and medic assistant m/n definitely watches MLP friendship is magic with pyro
(If robots had teeth would be considered grillz?)
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yanderes-galore · 3 months
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if you still do TF2/Team Fortress 2, can you make a contitutation of you medic x angel! reader fic where he kidnaps them?? i love that fic sm and thank you!! if you do it :3
I just ended up doing a little weird poetic concept for the aftermath, I hope you like it. It wasn't really meant to have a continuation.
Fic this continues here I think
Yandere! BLU Medic with Angel! Darling Continuation
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Worship yandere, Mentions of the Christian religion, Sinning/Vague implications of intimacy through wording, Manipulation, Descent into madness on Darling's part, Darling gives up on humanity, Probably could be seen as a metaphor, Mature Themes, Forced relationship.
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Ah yes, the tale of a mortal man on the verge of death only to be saved by one of God's divine messengers.
However the tale ends in the mortal man stealing away the beautiful wings of the angel in order to keep them with him.
He couldn't possibly allow his divine savior to leave, could he?
After all, you saved his life….
Was he meant to just let you go?
You, the poor angel in question, didn't judge the BLU Medic's character right.
Sure, he is no sadist like his RED counterpart…
But he is selfish, selfish enough to steal your purity away.
Without your wings, you're no different than him.
Are you even an angel anymore?
You've been forced into mortality…  completely at his mercy.
Yet like you nursed him back to health, he nurses you back to health.
Your “surgery” is a success…
To you it feels like mutilation.
Medic is over the moon when he claims you as his own.
He fawns over you just as he did when you had wings.
You'd think the removal of your wings would ruin your beauty in his eyes.
No… even when tarnished he still sees you as a holy being.
A being he prays will forgive him.
You're dressed in elegant clothes and your wounds are monitored.
Even now he worships you as his savior, his beautiful angel who has fallen from grace by his hands.
Medic already knows he will be unforgiven, both by you and God.
He's selfish, a man not meant to keep something so beautiful all to himself.
Yet he's done it anyway to satiate his desires.
Every hug and kiss to your skin burns.
He is a mortal man but acts like a demon.
A human enveloped by sin, one you saved.
By saving him… were you doomed from the start?
Would you have been cast out of Heaven's Gates anyways for your miscalculation?
You don't know… and why should you care about what could've been?
All that you should care about is the fact you've been grounded.
Medic's praises and touches don't feel nice.
It just feels like he's corrupting you more and more with his twisted form of love.
Medic wants a relationship he can not have.
Not after what he's done anyways.
You pitied Medic when you found him, this is how you're repaid?
Even as he cares for you, tells you he loves you, and treats you like a loved one… you're not swayed.
He's forced you to be a human, ripped from your divinity by knocking you out and stealing your wings.
What does he do afterwards?
He frames them on the wall like a trophy as he lays you both to bed.
The longer you're with him, the more you feel sin corrupt you.
Soon… you find yourself half giving into him.
You pretend to be his little spouse, his little pet…
A slave to him and his desires.
You begin to hate humanity.
Are they all little sinners?
All just waiting to pull something like you out of the sky to corrupt and lock away?
Do all of them, deep down, want to corrupt others like you for themselves? Inside and out?
God would've told you no.
But as this mortal, the one who stole you from your home after you showed mercy and kindness, covers you in corruption…
You begin to doubt God's teachings.
The thought sends you into denial, it makes you feel sick.
Yet… as you look at Medic…
As you stare into his lustful loving eyes and feel his burning comforting touch…
The thought echoes in your mind.
Medic is a sinner… and now you are too.
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tf2redshot · 1 year
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Hey!, ever thought if y/n likes yander sniper? like if the victim likes sniper but doesn’t know he’s crazy? And likes snipers company? eney thoughts queen? 💅✨
Yandere Sniper With A Dense Fucking Reader
YANDERE UNDER THE CUT
TW: yandere, obsession, abusive relationship
This makes things so much easier for Sniper.
Sniper had to go through so many setbacks to get to you. He was always bothered with people who were interested in you, people who spent a lot of time around you, and those who've caught on to his behavior. It was bothersome, but he would go through anything for you. After all of this, he and you could finally be together.
It didn't take long for Sniper to catch on to your feelings. He'd notice your shy, but constant glances at him, or the way you stared at his hands as he deftly worked with his rifle. It was cute how you thought you were being subtle about it. He pretended to not notice for a while, obsessing over how you obsessed over him.
He wanted to experiment a little, to see how you'd react if you saw him talk to someone else, or if he stood close to you, or 'accidentally' left a piece of his clothing behind. To his surprise, you reacted even better than he expected. You would sometimes glare at the back of whoever he talked to. You'd blush and act up on your nervousness when he stood close to you. When he came back to look for his jacket, he found you burying your face in the piece of clothing. His heart leapt in excitement. You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.
He finally made a move about a month after that, and naturally you said yes. He was incredibly overprotective of you. He didn't like when you talked to all the other men on the base, and would always let you know he was jealous. Why? Because you didn't seem to mind. You found it cute.
At this point your friends and family - heck, even the mercs, have caught on to everything, but are too afraid to intervene or have given up on trying to get you to change your mind.
"I don' think this is a good idea, frankly." Engineer says, approaching you after dinner one evening. You huff, knowing where this conversation is going, again.
"I'm fine, Engie. Everything's been going great. I don't get why you guys are so..." You trail off, using hand gestures to emphasize your point. You don't want to roll your eyes at him, but you do, and he's quiet for a moment, before he wordlessly nods and leaves you alone.
Ever since you two have gotten together, you haven't been around anyone else as much. You're so used to his company and get so worried when he's away - you can't focus on whoever you're with, because you're busy wondering if Sniper's okay without you. Slowly, your friends and family have just, disappeared. You've lost touch with any of them, because you're so attached to Sniper.
Your friends and family, the mercs even, constantly worry over you, but leave you be. This is your decision - they have to respect that.
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Wholesome Obsession (Scenario) Sniper X Sweet Little Darling Future Wife (TF2)
#Yandere #YandereSniper #YandereTeamFortress2 #YandereTF2 #YandereScenario #Scenario #TF2 #TF2Sniper #Sniper #SniperXReader #TeamFortress2Sniper #FemaleReader 
[Hello My Sexy Muffins, and here we are, My goal for 2023 is to get a lot of my old requests done, so here I am with another one, this one is from Team Fortress 1 and is Sniper. So yes please enjoy this!]
(Sniper) (Choosing A Bride)
(Sinper's POV)
Fucking hell, Ma and Dad are on my arse about having kids. So I finally decided to "Settle down" and have a family. I thought this would be easy, but boy was I wrong. Finding a good wife who will not ask too many questions, be a good match for me, and be willing to work with my hours... yeah this was not a walk in the park. I hunted down people over a year that were easier than this! I go to the bar to get a drink. Bugger, I am going to have to disappoint Ma again.
"Excuse me, can I get directions?" I hear a sweet voice says and turn to see a beautiful woman looking at the bartender. She had bags and a smile on her face she sounded like she was from (the place you grew up)
Sniper's heart began to race and he feels his palms becoming sweaty. Shit.
"Looks like you going a far way out, you might want to grab something to eat there, sheila." The bartender said and she nodded sitting down and looking at the chalkboard menu.
"You want any suggestions?" I ask her not even thinking.
She looked at me, a smile on her face that almost knocked me to my feet.
"Oh, that would be wonderful." She says. "I am (Name)."
She holds out her hand and I shake it. She was smaller than me and I did not want to let go- What the hell is wrong with me!?! We ended up eating together and sitting there talking. She just moved here for the summer and I decided to give her a ride in my van.
She thanked me and we headed out. Luckily enough she was renting the place next to my parents. I smile and helped her carry her bags. I do not know what she has done to me but I wanted her. That night I lay awake thinking about her. Only to get up at four no sleep and drink a pot of coffee.
It is her, she is the one! I ended up researching the shit out of her. She was beyond sweet and cute and loving and honestly, she was the perfect match for me. Not the perfect wife, but the more I learned about her the more I wanted her. I will have her as my wife. I just have to make her love me or get her to agree to marry me. I got to make a plan.
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy, my sexy muffins!]
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star-rug-64 · 1 year
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Yandere TF2 Pyro Headcanons
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Pyro strikes me as an obsessed yandere.
You were the team's newest doctor; you weren't afraid of Pyro since you'd seen scarier things, and unfortunately, you and the engineer were the only ones who understood him, which drove Pyro to become fascinated with you.
Unfortunately, Pyro has no idea he's harming people; he believes he's helping everyone, but in reality, he's murdering people because, as you know, Pyro's vision causes you to see crazy shit, but that doesn't imply Pyro's going to injure you.
If someone flirts with you, you can bet they'll be discovered burnt to a crisp, and if someone talks to you way too much, they'll also be burnt to a crisp.
Because of you, he will soon go insane.
If you refuse him, he will abduct you and lock you in his house, bringing you weird things like confetti that isn't truly confetti; it's someone's guts.
Credits:
Team Fortress belongs to Valve I don't own the game or the images
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jermer10 · 1 month
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i really liked your yandere sniper! could you do a oneshot? fluff or smut is fine and you don't have to do it :) -
TF2 yandere sniper smut oneshot
18+ only, afab reader | thank you so much for the ask anon!!!! i am NOT the best at yandere, but i put my heart n soul into this for u <3
tw: sexual content, somnophilia, stalking, yandere, noncon that turns consensual, hunt/prey dynamic, kidnapping
drabbles under the cut :P
He could stare at you for hours. Hours, and hours, and hours. You were pristine, soft, clean. You keep yourself looking good for him, he knows it. He sees the way you strip to nothing in your room, tits bouncing as you squeeze into your cute little pyjamas. You lived with your curtains wide open, something he had a love-hate relationship with. How many other men sat in the apartment across the street, staring at your figure through the scope of a gun? Probably not many, but the thought still enraged him. Mundy wanted you all to himself, he wanted to earn you, to indulge in the hunt. He didn't want you to gift yourself to him, not like you had to the other people in your life. He amount of people he killed for you, for less than cheap sex, for less than treating you shitty. For less than a dirty look.
Tonight was the night he was going to win you. He had begun to make himself known, lingering too long in your peripheral vision, becoming sloppy when exploring your apartment, leaving your window open, using your shower. He reveled in the way you begun to take precautions, and the way he had managed to avoid getting caught. You setup cameras, looked over your shoulder more often, made sure to check your locks multiple times. Tonight, it would all become worth something. He knew you were asleep, 2 years of monitoring you and he was certain of your sleeping patterns. The window slid with ease, you had likely forgotten to lock it, but to him this was a sign of surrender.
Mundy entered your room swiftly and quietly, making sure he had left the window opened slightly. If you did awake, he would need a quick exit strategy. He couldn't bring it to himself to kill you, so getting caught and running away whilst you were still in a groggy state was preferable. The smell of perfume hit him first. Then the feeling of the carpet beneath this shoes. Then the sight of you. Your face was scrunched in a sort of desperate, needy way. Eyes shut tight, hips grinding into the pillow between your legs. His cock stood at full attention, uncomfortably rubbing against the fabric of his pants. He wondered if you were dreaming about him? He wondered if the excitement of having a stalker ever turned you on? He crept behind you, sliding his pants down to his ankles, pulling his throbbing dick out from his boxer shorts.
He spat in his hand, and began to stroke the length. It was all too exciting for him, his breath came out short and hot, light sighs and moans extruded from his throat. This wasn't the first time he had masturbated over your sleeping form, but it was the first where he had the intention of fucking you. Precum dribbled from his dick into his hand, which he used as lube. He didn't typically enjoy edging himself, but the thought of finally being able to feel you wrap around him almost pushed him over. He had to regain his composure, cock twitching in dissatisfaction. "Lucky fuckin' pillow..." He mumbled annoyed, listening intently to your quiet moans. He was sure you were close, he had to act fast.
The creaking of the bed under his added weight should have been enough alone to wake you. He cringed at the sound, but your moans did not cease. Mundy almost ripped your shorts off of you in anticipation, the sight of your bare pussy up close could have made him cum then and there if not for his unwavering determination to fuck you. You were already slick with wetness, and Mundy was sick of waiting. He slid his length in, one hand on his cock and the other on your hip, slowly and deliberately. You stirred, mewling as he stretched you open. You felt so gummy, so tight around him. Mundy couldn't take it, this was his one chance and he wasn't going to waste it. He thrust into you sharply, you cried out. It was a wonder how you were still sleeping during this, he considered it a miracle.
Well, he knew you weren't going to be asleep for long. He thrust into you a second time, cock spasming at the sound of your throaty moans. Then again, and again, and again. He couldn't hold back, hands ravaging your body. He laid behind you, on his side, and as uncomfortable the position was, he didn't care. Mundy was pussy drunk, unrelenting and cruel. You shortly awoke, feeling his hands gripping onto your tits and the feeling of his dick rearranging your guts. You wanted to scream, to cry, to fight off the man behind you. You knew it was him, your stalker. But a part of you found the whole ordeal....exciting. More exciting than any mentally sound person should.
Mundy didn't notice you, and if he did, he didn't seem to care. He drove into you, the feeling was unbearably harsh, you were unbearably warm, you were in pain, and yet it all felt so good. Moans drawn from your already sore throat, your hands gripped the side of the bed and your eyes squeezed shut as you began to hit your orgasm. A low, reverberating moan from the stranger behind you and you were undone, walls spasming around his cock, a high pitched squeal emitting from you. Your breathing was heavy, exhausted. Mundy came shortly after, pulling out and spilling onto your back and bedsheets.
You were an even better fuck than he could have imagined, how could he bear to let anyone else experience you this way? To let anyone else have you? And so, a calculated decision was made. You awoke in a room you had never seen before, arms and legs bound to a beam in the middle of the cold, plain room. A stranger walked in, no, not a stranger, it was him.
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awfullordhenry · 4 months
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Yandere Femscout?!
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zackpacklol · 8 months
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I've done it once again 😎
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Template below for anyone that wants it :]
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ouppi · 9 months
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Lovecore Yandere Sniper. I fucking guess.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  💗 🦘 💕 ┃ 🐨 💘 🐨 ┃💕 🦘 💗
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5eraphim · 6 months
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who do u think is the biggest brat tamer? my money is on sniper but i feel like if you tried hard enough u could get engie to snap 🫢
It's interesting you suggest Engie first because, in my opinion, he's in the top three of characters who come to mind right away when I think "brat tamer," but for some reason I would bet Administrator and Solly are more intense tamers than Engie.
Characters: Soldier 🦅, Administrator 🕷️, and Engineer 🦫 (Team Fortress 2)
Word Count: 1.3k
Rating: M (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE)
Content Warnings: yandere, unhealthy relationships, humiliation, brat taming, slight dumb-ification, edging/denial, roleplay, gender neutral reader
MASTER LIST
TIP JAR
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Soldier
In general, Solly is remarkably impatient and has little tolerance for being teased; once he's frustrated, it doesn't take much more than that until he snaps and decides to put you in your place right then and there.
Part of what makes dominating you such a turn-on for him is his pride in his physically imposing stature. It's cute, in a way, to see someone like you trying to disobey the likes of him. Solly is taller than average and abundant in bulky muscle, in addition to his generous amount of adipose. Nothing turns Solly on more than getting to use that against you.
Solly's always kept a close eye on you, and you've got another thing coming if you think he doesn't notice you slacking off during tainting, it's like you're practically asking him to go over to call you out in front of everyone, and he's more than happy to oblige. Though this is nothing compared to what he'll do to you once he gets you alone.
Just because he's off the battlefield, it doesn't mean he's ready to put away his trusty riding crop quite yet.
It's such a power trip for Solly to watch you go from mouthy, rebellious, and resilient to whimpering and begging for mercy; drool trickling down your chin, eyes glazed over as he stretches you out with his fingers or as he spreads your thighs as far apart as possible before pounding you relentlessly into the bed.
Refuses to give you a moment's rest until you've verbally apologized, sworn it will never happen again, and/or tell him whatever else he needs to hear to be convinced you've learned your lesson. Solly's also got a soft spot for listening to you call him "Sir," so you'd better be ready to do that as well.
As overly intense and overbearing as he can be in the moment, Solly's quite good at winding down responsibly with you after all the excitement. He'll tell you how proud he is of you, how strong you are to have endured all that, and will help clean up with you. While Solly can get cruel and even sadistic sometimes, he's not entirely unfair. Nor is he the type to leave you high and dry.
Administrator
She's always had a secret fondness for the "rebellious types."
Not because she wants to see you get away with acting out or mouthing off to her, but the more stubborn the brat, all the more satisfying to watch them fall.
There's something about watching some newbie with a little too much confidence try to get away with giving her attitude that really gets her going. It's cute watching you walk around like you're any better than the rest of the other people working under her. Helen knows it's only a matter of time before that little mouth of yours gets you in trouble, and she can't wait to be the one to put you in your place.
Likely, you won't even know when she decides it's time to humble you. Maybe you were just a little too messy on a mission or made some thoughtless comment to the press, foolishly thinking you had the choice to leave the mercenary business whenever you wanted, subtly implying a lack of control on her part- Something she refused to let go unpunished.
Admin is easily the most intense and uncompromising of all the doms in TF2, and if you try to act out around her or assume she'll offer you any kind of slack just because she thinks you're bangable, you would be sorely mistaken.
When she finally gets you alone in her bedroom, expect not only to be edged into oblivion but denial as well. 
Admin will leave bruises all over your waist, hips, thighs, whatever she can get her hands on, as she forces you to take her strap, fucking you down while refusing to let you come. She wants to see how painfully overstimulated you can get while remaining completely unsatisfied as you beg for mercy, knowing it won't change a thing.
Aside from all that, she loves to draw blood with her long fake nails as she drags them over your naked body.
Admin is relentless when she wants you to suffer, and she won't let up until you've been reduced to a miserable, wet little pulp. Helen takes immense pleasure in seeing the look on your face at the end of the night after you've endured hours of torture. Seeing how exhausted and delirious you look, knowing whatever rebellion you once had has been thoroughly extinguished. While you can do nothing but whine and flinch at her every move.
Don't expect any special treatment at the end of all this either. You're sleeping on your own tonight, without so much as a kiss goodnight. Helen knows what she's doing is cruel, but as far as she's concerned, you brought all this on yourself. (Also, considering how much she gets off on her own cruelty, it's not like acknowledging her maliciousness would change anything.)
Engie
Unlike the other two, while Engie absolutely gets off on being a brat tamer, it takes a lot more to bring out this side of him. Not because he's a pushover, not at all; it's more a matter of protecting his "nice guy" reputation.
In general, he's rather generous in bed. He is a Southern gentleman, after all, but when he's in the mood to inflict a bit of punishment, he's an entirely different person.
While he would try to remain mellow and appear unaffected around others, taking any back-talk or misbehavior from you with good humor, it's all because he's trying his best to suppress his anger, forcing himself to wait until he knows how to punish you before acting. 
Most of the time, he's capable of maintaining control until the two of you are alone at night, where he knows there's almost no chance of you getting interrupted; much unlike the other two, he's not into public humiliation, much less being the one to enforce it. Though if he's feeling a little extra dirty, he likes the idea of forcing you to cockwarm for him while he finishes up his daily work in his shop. (Engie likes the concept of spitefully humbling you for having the audacity to come between him and his work.)
He's not quite as into the physical pain aspect of brat taming. What he likes much more is witnessing you lose your mind pinned under him on your shared bed, going cock-drunk while he continues to pound into you. Slightly into the idea of a pleasure-induced mind break. As you go from confident, almost arrogant, and defiant, and fucking you into brainlessly submissive brainless whore. Babbling mindlessly and unable to resist him, even if you tried.
"Aw honey, you ain't lookin' so good down there. Did you ask for something? Need to take a break? No... nothin'? Guess I gotta keep goin' then."
Will offer mercy in the fakest, most condescending voice. He intends to prolong your suffering as much as possible, far longer than he ought. But the longer he looks at you like this, his mindless little doll flushed with need, clenching against him, the harder it is for Engie to call it quits.
When he does settle down, he'll get you cleared up and put you right to bed or walk through your nightly routine until he's ready to tuck you into bed. As much as he gets off through the act of dicking you down until you learn how to behave, Engie also gets off on your compliance and how dependent you can be on him to take care of you. While you had your fun playing independant, Engie knows you don't have a prayer of ever truly escaping him, not when he knows exactly how to break you until you're feeding from the palm of his hand.
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redamoureux · 1 year
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Yay a yandere tf2 blog! Thank you for writing for it.
Two potential prompts:
HCs or drabble of yandere sniper stalking and kidnapping someone he's become obsessed with, and keeping them locked in his camper van
And/or
HCs or drabble of yandere spy assassinating readers corrupt family, but becoming enchanted by the reader, so he decides to kidnap them and take them for his own, hiding them away from a world that believes them dead?
─Damsel 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌
Yandere Red/Blu Spy Headcanons/Short
• trigger warnings: manipulation, false comfort, possesive behaviour, implied kidnapping, obsession at first sight, implied murder, forced relationship
• genre: romantic | ooc spy (?)
a/n: ohh, i like your second idea anon! Thanks for the request! Again, this might have some grammar errors because i'm feeling a little too tired to redraft it again x-x
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Sneaking in and blending in with the crowds was never a trouble for Spy.
With his charming personality and neat outfit, he is easily off any suspicion.
Currently on his yet another mission, he observes around the large-scale grand banquet room, searching for his chosen target.
Occasionaly, there would be plenty of womens that tried to presuade him to go with them. And as much as he was tempted, he knows he needs to stay focus, Atleast just during his job.
What he didn't expect is to meet you.
Spy saw you standing outside the mansion balcony, back facing towards him while you're gazing upon the dark blue sky that adorned with small sparkling stars.
  For a uncanny reason, he somehow felt a voice in his head whispering to him to reach out to you. And he decided to act on it. A small chitchat wouldn't hurt anyone right? 
He wouldn't want to admit it, But his talk with you was suprisingly delightful. You were polite, attentive and outwardly interested to what he had to say. Even though, he hates the fact that you are his objective's child. When you first mentioned it, he was dumbstruck with disbelief.
How could a ravishing and gracious person like you be related with such an pompous and corrupt fool? Spy felt himself almost boiling in rage upon hearing that you are about to be engaged by your father's request.
He hates the way he felt when he saw the sad expression on your face but this only encouraged him more to finish his task.
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Gazing up at the slanting rays of the setting sun on colorful orange sky, wind softly blowing through your hair. Distant sounds of people speaking. You sense the feeling of reminiscence, remiding you much of what happend after that one fateful night. You closed your eyes, wanting to get rid of the memory. when almost all your family members were murdered in your own home, infront of your eyes. 
"Ma fleur?" A familiar voice called. You opened your eyes and turned around to see Spy standing nearby the door with a black paper bag in hand.
"Oh, hey spy." You greeted him. He puts down the paper bag on a close table and walks over to you, seemingly a little worried.
"You didn't respond when i called you earlier. I was worried something might've happend."
"Ah. I'm sorry. I guess i was just really lost in my thoughts."  "Is there something bothering you, dear?" 
You sigh and looked down. Hesitation evident on your face. "..I've just been thinking about my family. It has been awhile now, and- the police certainly are still searching right? I know some of my family are still alive.." your sentences dwindle down as you felt like yourself almost tearing up.
Spy frowned and gently places his hands on your shoulder making you look up into his blue eyes.  "Amour, we've talked about this. You know how filthy and wicked your family are, they clearly do have any regards or concerns about you. You've seen how they didn't even mention about you during questioning." Spy stated firmly.
You believe he's telling the truth. How could you not? You've seen it all yourself. Your family doesn't care. Moreover, He was also the one who saved you from that assasination.  You avoided his gaze for a few moment before nodding slowly and Spy smiles in respone, brushing a strand of hair off your face. "Besides, it's much better when you're with me anyway, right dear?" you nodded again and smiled.
Spy pulled you closer and embraced you and in return you did the same.  He lets you go and stares at you lovingly, "Come, mon amour, i want to show you something."  Maybe it is best that you're off without your family after all.
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What you didn't know is that, behind all Spy's sweet gifts and affectionate gestures, he was the one behind your family's assasination. He purposesly invited you to witness just how disgusting your family's work has been before ending their  valueless life. You, saw him as your saviour, and he is never planning on changing that.
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Nightlight
(Emesis Blue Pyro)
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Warnings: Stalking, disturbing behavior, home invasion, corrupt corporation, kidnapping)
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Staying up way past midnight these past couple of days has been taking a toll on you, both mentally and physically. Work has been absurdly busy lately. Yesterday you had to fill out multiple orders for product shipments, then today you had to work on "the next big hit product". One guaranteed to get consumers scrambling for it at shopping malls everywhere. It was a mistake, the "Dream Product" that you had to get done by tomorrow started off as a simple self-made invention that brought you happiness. Apparently, the company that you work for gives its workers little to no privacy and "loved" what you designed and wanted to mass produce it. It was a small generator that made electrical energy from a non-mechanical power source. The first ever renewable energy source-based generator that had no negative qualities or setbacks.
The thought of your beloved little invention being mass-produced made your blood boil. Suing them at first chance was a great idea a few weeks ago when they announced your invention as an upcoming project to the board. When explaining everything that happened to your lawyer; the look in his eyes was filled with regret. He was a long-time friend and he knew you from when you were a toddler. The look he gave you was enough for you to know that he's been bought off. But, at least for now, you've been given a raise and a higher position at work. But, that still meant nothing to your superiors. The looks they give you when you walk down the halls give you the shivers. In all your years you've never felt a fear like this before. Ever since starting there, you've been hearing strange rumors. A cubicle mate of yours would always look at you with pity. His words ring in your head even now, at home alone...in the dark.
"The company needs you for now. And if you do a good job, hopefully, they'll keep you."
It sounded like it was supposed to be words of encouragement, but they sounded too sinister. Your coworker; a few days after saying that quit. His normally neat and tidy desk was cleaned out save for a small box of matches resting by his computer monitor. Normally he would have called you by now. But it's been nothing but radio silence for the past week and a half. Leaning back with a heavy sigh you rub tiredly at your face, a lazy attempt to drive the sleepiness away. It's only a few days and the paranoia was taking its hold on you.
Lately, you've been seeing the same box of matches almost everywhere you went. On an empty seat on the bus ride home, On the outside of the window seal by your favorite spot in the library. And yesterday night...right outside your door. This box was different from the rest. Its label could still be faintly seen, it looked like a heart. It was just laying there innocently on the doormat. The words "WELCOME' in big bold letters have long since faded due to a mix of being in the sun for so long and repeated trips to and from the house.
Paranoia kept you from leaving the safe confines of your small cozy house. It's normally a safe neighborhood, located not too far from the downtown area and not too far away to be secluded. The neighborhood was a safe one, many families made their homes in your location. Still the feeling of being watched or followed at times made your stomach twist in tight painful knots.
The more you thought about your 'missing' coworker the more your mind strayed to the small box of matches. The cover was worn and faded, and there are small traces of a once bright label that decorated the box. The faint outline of a heart, with smudged words, is all that's left of the label. Working in the dark wasn't a common thing that you did. But, working by candlelight just made you feel so cozy. Using one match after another, candle after candle, day after day finally came at a cost. This was your last candle and you already used up the last match.
Getting up from your chair to ease your aching joints felt like the best thing to do at this point. With a sigh and a yawn, you made your way to the door and flicked the light switch. Nothing happened. You could feel your eyebrows crease. With pursed lips, you flicked the switch again. And still nothing. The room remained dark.
"How in the hell did the power go out?" You whisper to yourself. Your voice echoed across the room, sounding louder than it really did.
Grimacing you reach for the candle on your work desk and head out into the dark hallway to check the other rooms. For some reason, you felt compelled to walk as quietly as possible. The air felt cold against your skin, Only wearing a t-shirt and pajama shorts really wasn't the best idea at the time but it was all that you had ready at the moment. The soft tapping of your bare feet hitting the hardwood floor was the only other sound besides your stifled breathing. Making your way to the hallway light switch you flick it on.
Off.
On.
Off.
On...
Your hair stood on end. The flickering flame of the candle betrayed your frightened features to the dark. Off to the corner, the sound of faint shuffling broke your panicked train of thought. Without thinking; you turned and ran full force into something hard. The fall against the floor felt like nothing compared to the heart-stopping horror that you feel now.
The candle that you once held extinguished in the fall leaving you and your uninvited guest engulfed in the darkness. only panicked whimpers and half words left your mouth. You couldn't move, you couldn't breathe, and all you could do was stare into the darkness in front of you. Turning over to get to your hand and knees you scrambled your best to get to your feet. Large gloved hands roughly pushed your head against the ground. Adrenaline rushed through your system, fight, flight, or freeze; you couldn't do anything, it was too late. From the corner of your eyes, you could see a small flame coming from between your assailant's hands. You didn't even hear them strike the match. Your heart was pounding so loud it felt like the whole neighborhood could hear it. The light that the match produced was just bright enough to see this person's face. You could feel your breath getting caught in your throat.
'Oh God!'
'Oh God! Jesus Christ!' You felt like you were choking.
'What the fuck?!'
A white mask peered from behind the flame. His head cocked to the side as if in a questioning manner. Tears gathered in your eyes, struggling to get up, struggling to even get a breath, your mouth formed words. You couldn't hear yourself, but you could tell that you were sobbing. Almost in a gentle manner, the masked man removed the hand that firmly held you down in place and brought it up to gently caress your cheek. Empty eye sockets bore down into your tear-filled eyes. It was too much, it hurt too much to think, it hurt too much to feel, and the adrenaline rush that you felt at first now left you tired. You could feel a sort of haze at the end of your vision. The world felt like it was spinning, and you knew no more.
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WOOOOO REQUEST TIME
I reminded myself to make a comprehensive list, but I forgot lmao. So I'll just give random stuff until I can do that.
Anyways, request number one: Can we have yandere Soldier with a pacifist/gentle darling who prefers to talk things through? Either headcanons or a drabble is fine!
Oh this is such a funny dynamic- You're trying to explain things while Soldier is being a chaotic mess of a man in the process.
Yandere! Soldier with Pacifist! Darling
Pairing: Romantic/Platonic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Violence, Jealousy, Murder, Delusional behavior, Soldier has no idea he's scaring you-
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Well, I can certainly say you're not going to enjoy him.
Soldier is deranged and delusional, he resorts to violence fast.
His delusional ramblings already put you on edge.
You nearly faint when you realize he's killed for you.
Sure, okay, he's a mercenary and they're meant to do that.
It's the fact he seems to enjoy doing it in your name that's the problem.
You're going to have the hardest time trying to talk him out of it.
Violence is really all Soldier knows.
You're a bit scared to talk to him about his behavior.
Mostly because you have no idea if he'll hurt you or not.
He wouldn't dream of it! Yet you don't know that.
Soldier sits patiently when you pull him aside to talk about it.
He's either barely listening or pretending to listen when you talk to him about your concerns.
The violence scares you...
No one is trying to take you...
The ramblings he makes towards you are also a concern...
The entire time you try to talk with him and correct him, he's in another world.
He's staring at you and smiling like a doofus.
By the time you finish the conversation, it's gone straight over his head.
Soldier just goes back to obsessively following you and being violent.
It appears your only way to get him to stop is essentially becoming his guardian.
You two are always close anyways due to his obsession.
You feel as though you have to have a close eye on him due to his delusional thoughts.
The moment he starts trouble due to his jealousy, you step in.
You call his name and gather his attention.
You try to mediate the violence between everyone involved.
The entire time you try to talk the fight out, Soldier is still trying to commence the fight.
You should probably disarm him for awhile-
The best way you could quell his violence is giving him affection.
If you keep him occupied then he won't be jealous.
Just have him focus on you and things will be fine....
Honestly, the fact you're so different is so funny.
You want nothing to do with violence...
He wants everything to do with violence.
Soldier would be such a pain for a pacifist darling.
He is completely oblivious to how you feel about his violence.
Far as he's concerned you're happy he's defending you...
He's so dedicated to you when defending you, isn't he?
"I've protected you yet again, Cupcake!"
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cherished | yandere!scout x reader
okay, so little preface; dark and yandere themes! (i pinky promise i am okay). also, scout is kinda into feet in this, its not over the top and in your face but it is mentioned. there might be errors throughout this as i didn’t edit it.
he asked you for help in regards to hanging up a photo, without a second thought you jumped at the thought of helping one of your fellow teammates out. you waited outside his door, hearing jeremy stumble about inside his room then calling out to you that the door was open. you opened the door ready to call him out for having you wait outside for so long. a hand covered your mouth and your eyes widened without sight of jeremy anywhere within the room. your back was pressed up to his chest and you heard the all too familiar click of the lock on his door. he removed his hand from your mouth before pushing you down practically falling onto the foot of his bed. you flipped your self around so that you were facing him, adrenaline rushing through your body you crawled back onto the head of his bed to the point where your back was laying against his sports themed pillows. jeremy, without missing a beat crawled on top of you. you let out a screech before grabbing one of those pillows and pressing it to his face. did you want to suffocate him? no, it was just an attempt to get him off you and that you could leave his room. oh, how mann co and ms. pauling would fire his ass so quickly. 
“oh fuck you, stupid bitch.” half of his sentence was muffled before he threw the pillow back at you. you almost fell off the bed from sheer terror and panic. he managed to grab the hem of your shirt, choking you in the process. he hauled you back on the fluffy mattress so that you were looking up at him. “do i need to teach you a lesson? i’ve done so much for you, the least thing you can do is behave.” he snarled, his big hands calloused from years of gripping a wooden bat consumed your much smaller shoulders, holding you down in place. moving your upper body felt like walking through quicksand. your weak attempts at pushing him off you earned a chuckle from the boy. you poor attempts to shove the much stronger boy off you led to no avail and you had never felt more pathetic than in that moment. all the hours you spent in the gym in an attempt to appear more buff and intimidating than what you actually were. your emotions were at fault for that- they made you emotionally weak and made you easily manipulated by others. jeremy knew that and as much as he fought the demon he eventually succumbed to it, he was too cocky and full of himself that he only understood this as an improvement for the both of you- the start of something beautiful. from an outsiders view they would have called him obsessive and ill. the other mercs would often talk about slight shifts and changes they noticed within jeremy, his sudden burst of anger when you had to leave the base for the weekend, his glances that never left your body when you walked away, a malicious smile that hung on his lips far too long when you came into his line of sight. mr. ludwig even called this irrational behavior “disturbing” but refused to bring it up with scout, simply blaming this behavior on his hormones. 
the pressure of his hands digging into your shoulder blades became too much and you opened your mouth to speak, only managing out a soft mewl. he must’ve understood that he was hurting you- the opposite of his intent. although he knew harming you would keep you obedient and make you less willing to put up a fight against him. with even just any barely pressure removed you kicked your legs up, the force helped you get off the bed yet you fell right onto your knees. you were winded and so confused it was starting to take a toll on your overall function. you pushed yourself off the with the palms of your hands, eyes locked on the door and then you noticed it. rather, noticed them.
his walls were covered in photos of you. the wallpaper that was once there was covered up with photos of you. some were you intentionally posed for the camera, most were with him and almost all of the remaining photos were of you unsuspecting of the camera nor his presence. not even candid. your eyes shifted over one of you taken from outside your window, lifting your shirt over your head, your bra and stomach exposed. and that photo was hanging on his wall. the boy you thought was your best friend. you then noticed his desk was covered in different photos of you with pink sharpie hearts over the picture frames. little trinkets your recognized that were gone were on his desk, he had blatantly stolen from you- from the comfort of your room.
“oh my god...” you spoke, you covered your mouth feeling your whole body begin shaking like a leaf. “what the hell is this?” you turned around, to see his calm and relaxed face, his blue eyes connected with yours. how was he so collected? you faced the wall again and took the smallest step towards the desk. a sock, you recognized to be yours was placed to neatly on his desk. everything about him was messy and uncontrollable. there was your sock. without any wrinkles. on his desk. your heart sank just thinking of everything he did to that poor little piece of fabric. “there’s no way. i have to be dreaming.” you whipped your head back to him, direct eye contact was made for a few moments before he slowly acscending from the bed, still towering over your much smaller figure. your mother was right, why did you wanna fight and kill people? she always warned you about living with men, they were always up to no good. god, you wish you took her up on that advice instead of pushing her away. jeremy approached you, a much softer look on his pale face, his arms were up which signaled defeat or compassion. if those open arms were any one else’s you would have run right into them for comfort.
“all i ever asked was for you to love me back… are you so selfish you won’t even give me that?” his voice was low and soft direct opposite of the message he was delivering. much different from how he was actions minutes before. his eyebrows knotted like he was hurt, that he was the victim. you were completely frozen in place, shocked from everything. jeremy dared wrapped his arms around you, holding you in place. his words stung your emotionally vulnerable soul, no! of course not, you wanted the best for him. but you were horrified that you couldn’t even string a thought together in your head. you were stiff in his arms with wide eyes and your breathing becoming more erratic and heavily. 
instinctually, you began to back away, anything to get away from his grip. he followed your feet step for step until you bumped into the desk. the sudden feeling of the cold oak wood desk made you jump a bit of out fear yet this whole situation made you fearful. suddenly, jeremy grabbed your wrists causing you to scream murder and shake your head from side to side. why couldn’t anyone hear you? you were loud enough for the entire state of new mexico to hear you. 
“if you’re smart, you’re going to stop struggling and kiss me back right now “ he was so much stronger than what you had thought. he looked like this scrawny little pasty white shrimp, but now here he was, having you cowered into the corner of his room. his lanky body was covering yours therefor his forehead dipped onto yours. both of his arms held your wrists down and god it hurt, your arms twisted in a weird position trying to prevent jeremy from getting anywhere closer to you. your heart was racing and a million thoughts went through your head. you had no idea how you were gonna get out of this situation.
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