#Team Fortress 2 X Reader One Shots

[xxiamtiebrousxx]

Heyo, I was wondering if you could write a medic x reader who’s a psychologist? Basically they were someone else’s(probably scouts) therapist and when medic officially meets them he just falls head over heels.

Of course! This was fun to write! Sorry it took too long though.

A Bit Crazy (Medic x Psychologist! Reader) Tf2 x Reader One shot

As Jeremy’s therapist, it was my job to help him out the best I could. I recently became a therapist. The first thing I did was buy an office above one of Teufort’s corner grocery stores. Jeremy was my first and only patient. I was still new to the job. I wanted to know more about his issues and decided to visit his workplace, which seemed to be the source of most issues. I thought it was a good idea. I was very incorrect. I wasn’t expecting his workplace  to be a battlefield. I guess that’s why he had so many issues. The moment I stepped into the base, I felt the chaos radiating. I did get the feeling someone was watching me the very moment I stepped into the base. 

“Welcome to my home,” Jeremy said, opening the door for me. There was a gravelly scream erupting from the kitchen, followed by the explosion of an oven. I gripped my clipboard. This wasn’t the most suitable home to be living in. There was no order or sense of sanity. “Let me take you to the room you’ll be staying in.” I followed Jeremy through the hallway. My eyes glanced around, catching every little detail about this place. There was blood smeared over a pair of doors as well as bird poop and feathers. What kind of crazy psychopath lived there? The door slammed open. A man with feathers ruffled throughout his dark hair fell past the doors and onto the ground. A few doves flew out.

“Eh, are you alright, sir?” I asked.

“Bad idea,” Jeremy whispered. “If you thought I had problems, just wait until you meet Medic. He’s a loose cannon.” Jeremy took off in a sprint. I sighed, rolling my eyes.

“Sir, are you alright?” I asked again. The man lifted his head up from the floor. He stood up and dusted the feathers out of his hair.

“Did I do it?” he asked. “Did I make it?” What was he rambling about? He patted down his chest and stomach. “Just wondering, is this heaven?” he asked.  “I was expecting more angelic beings, like you, and Tom Jones.” Did he call me an angelic being? Impossible. I was human. I haven’t died just yet.

“I’m sorry, I’m confused,” I replied. “May I ask what you’re rambling about?” The man smiled. His grin seemed a bit off, like he was insane. Maybe because of this workplace, he was indeed insane.

“I attempted to reach heaven,” he said. “I need to talk to the man in charge about my soul, er, souls. I’m running out and I owe someone else a big debt.” Processing this hurt my brain. What was he talking about? “Hmm, are you sure you’re not an angel?” he asked. I shook my head.

“Sorry sir, I’m not,” I replied. “I’m Jeremy’s therapist. I’m here to help him out.”

“C’mon doc, I’ve gotta show you your room!” Jeremy shouted. His yell echoed through the hallway.

“It seems there’s two doctors in the house,” the man said, grinning. “I’m a doctor as well. It’s a pleasure to meet someone as darling as you.” The compliment sent my heart pounding. He held out his hand, which was drenched in blood. I gasped. The sight was horrifying! But I didn’t say anything at all. I grinned sheepishly and scurried away without a word. “I’ll be seeing you then!” the doctor cried out.

*>/<*

The doctor would not leave me alone. He would sit close to me during meal times and try to hold my hand. Medic would bring me the strangest gifts, like bonesaws or bird feathers.. I was not that kind of doctor. He had to be dragged off to his job by his friend, the Heavy weapons guy. It was quite funny to hear his friends scold him like he was a child. I stayed in the base while Jeremy and his teammates left to do their work as mercenaries. I did not know that until recently. Then again, Jeremy was keeping secrets from me. I planned to spend a few more days before leaving. This household, if you could even call it that, was driving me a bit crazy. There was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” I asked. My eyes never left the pages of the book I was reading. The door opened and Medic popped his head in, with a big grin on his face.

“Are you available?” he asked. I looked at the clock on my stand. It was only five in the evening. I hadn’t done anything all day and I wasn’t going to let the evening be wasted. I closed the book.

“What do you have planned for tonight?” I asked. The doctor’s grin grew larger.

“Just wait and see,” he said. “You won’t regret it!”

*>/<*

I did regret it. I held a shovel in my hand, watching Medic dig up a grave. For what reason was he doing this? This was illegal! I tapped my fingers against the handle. Dirt was thrown upon the pile Medic dug up. He hummed happily, smiling all the way. His smile was a bit cute. I wasn’t afraid to think that, but it caught me off guard that I was thinking about Medic like that. Medic was watching me from the corner of his eye. He stuck the edge of the shovel in the ground and rested his arms on the handle. “May I ask what keeps you deep in thought?” he said. I blushed, breaking eye contact with him. Medic laughed and continued to dig.

“I have no idea what you mean,” I replied.

“I saw you staring at me,” he said. “Did I have something on my face?”

“No,” I said. “I was lost in thought.” Medic pulled out a white bone from the dirt. He held it gingerly. “Ew,” I said, shrinking back from the bone. Medic smiled widely.

“I’ve been looking for this for months!” he exclaimed. “This belongs to the man’s skeleton I stole!” I shivered, knowing the story he mentioned. The food in my stomach churned and twisted around. This was disgusting. Medic noticed I was turning green around the gills. His smile dropped. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m not a big fan of bones,” I replied. “Specifically, bones from people who might still be alive.” Medic threw the bone back into the ground. He climbed out of the hole. “What are you doing?” I asked. Medic wrapped both his arms around me. I blushed a little, gently pulling away. “Uh, thanks, I guess,” I said. The hug was not comforting, but it felt nice.

“Come on, let’s head home,” he said, taking my hand in his. I followed Medic back to his car, a small ambulance which needed a good paint job.

*>/<*

The car ride back home was exhausting. I counted every street light until I reached the fiftieth one. My eyelids were drooping. I was tired and ready to crawl into bed. Medic kept glancing at me the entire drive. He smiled every time our eyes made eye contact. Eventually, he parked the car in front of the base. I watched with a tired gaze as Medic got out of the car and walked around. He opened the door for me. “Permission to carry you to bed?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I tiredly answered. I unbuckled my seat. Medic gently placed both his arms under mine and dragged me off my seat. He then lifted my legs up, carrying me like a bride. I wrapped both my arms around his neck. “Are we there yet?” I asked. Medic chuckled.

“Not yet,” he replied. He opened the door by kicking it open. Jeremy and his friends were watching TV in the living room. No one said a word. Maybe it was because Medic was glaring at them, like he threatened to rip out their souls. We came upon my bedroom door. Medic placed me back on the ground and opened the door.

“Thank you,” I said, standing in the dark doorway. “I had fun tonight, even if it was a bit gruesome.” Medic smiled.

“I’m glad you enjoyed our time together,” he said. “Would it be alright to see you again?” I laughed.

“Silly, you see me all the time,” I answered. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, looking nervously around.

“I didn’t mean that,” Medic said. “I meant if you would go out with me again.” Soft red spread around my face, slightly warming my skin.

“That sounds fine,” I replied, smiling. Medic blushed deeply. I held out my hand, which he shook. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good night,” he said, leaning down and kissing my cheek. I watched with a grin as he walked away. He was a bit crazy and that’s what I loved about him.

Random A/n: How many of you have thought of eating your hand whole?

[brain-amoeba]

Hii! Thinking about medic with a reader who's first language is also German. Idk what you wanna do with it, general hcs or whatever, but I imagine the moment reader notices he has an accent they speak to him exclusively in German lmao

you + all the other lovely anons who have sent me the most toe curling and amazing asks are fueling my fire and i fear with this one i may slightly disappoint only because i dont speak German....so if you do speak German please bare with my shoddy google translate skills..and feel free to correct any grammatical errors or give advice!! :D

in which reader is medic's newly assigned help and at first he brushes you off until he catches you speaking German

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Medic typically did not pay the various assistants who came and went any mind. If anything, he was indignant towards the concept at all! The Doktor was perfectly capable of handling his workload and aiding the fellow mercenaries in battle perfectly fine--so why do they insist on hiring these nutzlos (useless) assistants?! With a heavy sigh, Medic returns to his medbay to find you hunched over the sink in concentration. Unfortunately for you, a stray scalpel acquainted itself with your finger while cleaning the examination table. You squeeze your finger under the running faucet, and between sharp inhales murmured curses to yourself for being so clumsy. "Verdammt! Es tut sehr weh...zu viel blut..so eine kleine schnittwunde!" (Damn it, it hurts a lot..so much blood..such a small cut!) Medic stopped dead in his tracks. Did he hear that correctly? He inched closer to you, but kept his distance--as if you were a skiddish doe, for fear of scaring you off. His heart was almost beating out of his chest...dammit, why was the thought of another human within a 5 mile radius speaking his mother tongue so exhilarating?! ...Eine frau, no less?! The medic cleared his throat as to passively make his presence known. "Ehm, fraülein, sprichst du auch Deutsch?" (Do you also speak German?)

You jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, but quickly looked over your shoulder while still tending to your wound. "Jawohl, Herr Doktor...hilfe, bitte?!" (Yes sir, Doctor... help, please?!) You showed him your bleeding finger, squeezing still to dramatize the wound as scarlet beads spurted from the opening like tears. "Right, but of course, schatz!" Medic rushed to your side, and helped you sanitize your wound. With one swift movement, he shut off the faucet and led you to the examination table by the waist. "Seems a little excessive for a surface cut, don't you think, Doctor? ...I just needed a little help getting patched up." You asked, sitting nervously atop the unwelcoming metal surface. "Oh, nein, we can't afford to have anything happen to meine lieblingsassistent!" He mused, carefully handling your injured digit as he spoke. Medic applied a topical antibacterial whose sting earned an audible wince from you, screwing your eyes shut. He continued, humming too excitedly as he proceeded to wrap your delicate finger in gauze and fasten it to ensure your wound may heal properly and be free from infection. "Sehr gut!" Medic smiled at you innocently and gave you a gentle head-pat before turning to stow away his equipment.

Upon finishing, he gently took your hand in his and left a courtly kiss atop it. "...?! Herr doktor, what has gotten into you?" Your body was set ablaze with a new type of anxiety, excitement, and confusion than ever felt before. You attempted to maintain your professionalism, but the way Medic gazed upon you now, half-lidded and piercing past his circular lenses and into your very core...you knew this was no way a boss treated their subordinate. The Doktor sighed as he slowly tightened his grip on your hand. You whimpered, attempting to pull away. What a mistake that was! Wordlessly, he pulled you towards him in one fell swoop and instantly closed the safe distance between the two of you. "Oh, fraülein, I just remembered...I never gave you a proper examination! It's simply a routine checkup." His free hand now rested atop your head, thumb gently caressing along where your hair parts. "Worry not...I am more than qualified to perform any necessary gynecological procedures, schatz!"

[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! :)

[supernova41st]

I LOOOVEDD your girly reader x sniper hcs.

May I request the opposite? Like a tomboy, introverted, Adam Sandler fit and overall just a freaky ass reader x sniper? =^.^=

Gangnam style 🛹

A/n: BIG SIS FIGHT BACK. PLEASEEEE, BIG SISTER GENERAL, COCONUT, BIG SISTER. 🥥🥥🥥

Warnings: Body shaming, ‘Bromance’

Sniper

Hey, he gets it.

Sniper takes a quick liking to you. Your sarcastic behavior/humor always has him snickering, even when it’s against him

Once you were in the frontlines he almost shot you, you just had some thoughts to share <3

“Crikey! ‘pologies!!”

“Jesus Christ sniper! You have better aim when pissing jars 😒”

“Hehe, good one mate”

Enjoys your introverted side, you guys love going on road trips in his van. Enjoying the silence together is great and all, but so is bantering with each other.

“Motherfucker-no way you listen to jazz.”

“Oh shut ya yob! What’s wrong with jazz?”

“You serious? I’m snoring over here, play some beastie boys I dunno!!”

“Oh please that’s dunny music”

He hates what you do to his van, he never notices the mess you make until after the trip. The shoe prints on his seats, the empty bags of chips and energy drinks, your axe deodorant. He puts in all in a plastic bag then gives it to you lmao

He’s pretty iffy about your fashion sense, sure it looks comfy but just.. why

“Should I get the Superman shirt or the sonic one?”

“You should put ‘em both back. 🫤”

“Alr bitch”

Being a messy sleeper is no help to him since his bed barely fits him so when he invites you over to sleep with him you better be TUCKED. Otherwise your gonna kick him off the bed in your sleep

Scout

He’s so fucking confused. It’d probably take him more time to have him understand how you’re a girl wearing masculine clothing than teaching him how to read

“So, you’re a chick?”

“Yeah?”

“But, you’re wearin’ dudes clothes?”

“..Alright bro”

Okay but actually you guys have a nice Bromance. Smacking each others ass fist bump being each others hype man etc.

“See ya losers later, ima go bang this chick I met online”

“Oo, can I watch?”

“no.”

Asking you for relationship advice is like asking an Italian mother in law what she thinks about your cooking, feedback will be given but someone’s just gonna get hurt in the process

“Do I look like a guy who would eat pussy? Be honest”

“You look like a guy who’d eat anything”

“Ok ☹️”

Spy isn’t really fond of scout, so imagine how he feels about you two combined..

“Can you guys stop playing that silly game and help around here?”

“Fuck you spy!”

“Get the fuck out spy you freaking French bitch,-“

“I’m gonna kill you spy close the door I swear to god!!”

“FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKIN- FUCK YOU”

The aura you guys carry is disastrous, such loud losers..

“Guess you can say we’re some kind of team fortress 2 👁️👁️”

“Say that again..”

“Oh my god please shut ya traps..”

[kingqueensoobscene]

Hi! Can I I request an x reader with ass pancakes that takes place during the 7 year time skip like in the comic after moving on from being a mercenary? : )

Hello!! This is my first request so I’m very excited!! I made this Romantic/Platonic since I wasn’t entirely sure, hope you like it!!

ASS PANCAKES X READER AFTER 7 YEARS

In my head, the story of Freak Fortress goes differently than the canon comics. They were an outlier team, a team of weirdos with unrelenting abilities, while there was the Team Fortress 2 classic team we all know, they rarely faced off with Freak Fortress. You were apart of this team, one of the few who was close to normal. They would all have retire at some point, but I feel like they would still go about their merry way and continue wrecking havoc. 

-Ass Pancakes had a fondness for you he never showed. Maybe it was because he felt bad that you did not have unfair powers given by whatever force of nature gave the entire Freak Fortress theirs. He always BONKED! the enemy team member that shot you. Going absolutely overkill and then looking blankly at you. Once you have a nervous smile, he grinned ear to ear before saying “See ya!” and jumping away. 

-(Romantic/Platonic) Speaking of, he would always übercharge himself with Bonk! to protect you from speeding bullets. This gave you the chance to run to cover and reload your gun. You would hide in the corner of a two-story with supply caches. Ready to run and your safety off, he would push you back down. Once you saw who it was, you lowered your gun. He look at you with that same, crazy eyed smile and said, “I Bonked! them all.”  So much for reloading.

-You two ended up living in a small, dingy apartment on the outskirts of Teufort. A sketchy area, which made sense, considering Ass Pancakes was now your roommate after being your co-worker/good friend (mainly so no one else bothered you). 

-I honestly do not see him changing much, aside from being a little more calm. Down the line, he started to do “side jobs” with the other former mercenaries that are exactly what you think they are. He would leave and come back like he had a regular job, but you knew what he was doing. And you did not want to see it.

-Any canned drink you have, he will take the opportunity to scare you. Imagine you’re reading a book and you move your hand to grab the can of pop you opened and suddenly feeling dry skin. You would jump, of course, and he would jump out of the can in front of you. It’s something he has been doing since he met you.

-(Romantic) He would always shake you by your shoulders before kissing you. It’s his thing! Speaking of kissing, he will always appear right in front of you upside down and face to face, and ask for a kiss, pointing at his lips, and once you gave it to him, he disappeared. You don’t even know how he was upside down, the ceiling was too high. 

-Your apartment is mostly your space. I feel like Ass Pancakes only owns the Warhammer of Zillyhoo and the many cans of Bonk! that fill your fridge. He lets you decorate however you want. However, he will come up to them, look for a moment and then ask, “You did this?” And then after you say yes, he grabs your shoulders, does his wide grin and yells “I love it!”. Do be warned about the carpet, he will leave bloodstains. 

-His hair, like canon Scout’s, has gotten longer and I like to think his leg muscles are very tense from all of the running around and jumping he’s done. 

-He watches you sleep since he doesn’t sleep. You two end up spending the night on the couch rather than your own bed (He doesn’t have one). You either wake up to wide eyes staring at you or him eating your food. 

-(Romantic/Platonic) If you cuddle on his chest, his regular heart rate is above average due to how much Bonk he drinks. He also pats your head rather than rub your head or run his hands through your hair. He’s gotten a lot calmer, but he does not understand social cues. 

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 8: Insert Eiffel Tower Joke Here (Spitroasting)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Spy x Fem!Reader x Sniper

Summary: Damn, the author lets you have two hot mercs with sexy accents?

Tags: Spitroasting, oral, threesome, praise, thruple

Word Count: 2.4k

The Masterlist

When it came to your relationship with Sniper and Spy, you rarely initiated intimacy. You had to be in the right mood, at the right time, and in the right place. Those variables were important to you. It was for this reason that the rare moments when you did initiate were always thrilling. As such, your lovers knew they were in for a night of excitement when you entered the room you shared with them with a devious smirk on your face, immediately pouncing on both of them while they were simply relaxing on the bed.

“Woah, doll!” Sniper yelped as you began to smother him with kisses, eventually trailing down his neck. “What’s got you all worked up?”

“Nothing in particular,” you said, moving to give Spy his fair share of kisses and caresses as well. “I just want you both so badly.”

Spy chuckled, his voice shaking slightly when you began to grind against him, trying to work him up as well. “You did remember to lock the door, right?” he asked, glancing nervously over your shoulder.

You shrugged. “Maybe?”

That answer clearly didn’t satisfy Spy, who shot Sniper a concerned look. Sniper laughed, pulling you back into his arms long enough for Spy to get up and double check the door. Surprisingly, it seemed you did in fact remember to lock it even in your haste to get between the two men.

In the short time it took Spy to check the lock you and Sniper had become entwined with each other, limbs tangled and lips locked in a fervent dance. You were clearly quite eager. Spy came up behind you, trailing gentler kisses along the back of your neck and over your shoulders. Just like that, you were trapped between the two of them, lavished with attention, and desperate for more. “Please, fuck me,” you said, pulling away from Sniper’s lips begrudgingly, voice heavy with need.

“Of course, love. Who do you want first?” Sniper asked.

“First?” You spoke the word like it was entirely foreign to you, looking between Sniper and Spy before scoffing. “To hell with ‘firsts’. I want you both.”

That response earned you a small fit of laughter from both of the men, Sniper being the one to recover first. “Is that so?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Well, that can certainly be arranged, right?” Spy nodded in agreement, having returned to his previous task of laying kisses along your neck the moment he was able to. Although his excitement for the idea showed in the way some of those gentle kisses turned into eager bites, possibly leaving some tell tale marks.

Sniper conducted his own exploration of your body, running his hand up under your shirt until you lifted it over your head. Your pants were next, and he stripped them off with ease, leaving you in your underwear. Sniper was usually ravenous when it came to your body, but he made an effort to take it slow today, kneading the supple flesh of your thighs, trailing up over your soft stomach, caressing your breasts before unhooking your bra and tossing it aside. The series of uncharacteristically gentle touches only served to work you up more, so much so that when Sniper finally stripped you of your underwear and ordered you onto your hands and knees in the center of the bed, you immediately obeyed.

You watched, almost shaking with anticipation as Sniper made his way behind you. The feeling of his hands cupping your ass made you gasp. He then drew a yelp from you with a sudden spank, making you jerk forward slightly. You shot him a scandalized look, which he simply chuckled at.

“Don’t be too rough with her yet,” Spy warned, standing up and beginning to strip, his silk undershirt, slacks and briefs being placed neatly to the side. When he was finished he knelt on the bed in front of you. “After all, we’ve only just begun.”

The sound of rustling fabric let you know that Sniper was undressing as well, his clothes being tossed aside far more haphazardly than Spy’s. “Alright, I’ll be gentle with her, for now,” he said. You felt his hands on your ass again, caressing your curves before the feeling of his tongue licking over your slit made you gasp and shudder.

“Oh fuck,” you sighed, gripping the sheets as Sniper once again moved his hands, now gripping your thighs instead as he worked his tongue against you.

“Does that feel good, chérie?” Spy asked, brushing aside a few strands of hair that had fallen into your face. You tried to respond, only to cut yourself off with a moan when Sniper’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking gently between flicks of his tongue. Spy chuckled. You had never been very good at keeping your reactions hidden. It made you all too easy to read, something that your two lovers always enjoyed taking advantage of. “You don’t have to answer. I can tell by the beautiful sounds and expressions you're making.” Spy took your chin in his hand, tilting your gaze upward so you could look him in the eye. “You make for quite an erotic sight, my dear.”

You shivered under his gaze, a mirror image of your own, so laden with lust and need. How he managed to look so seductive without even doing anything you would never know. He certainly wasn’t lying about you making for an ‘erotic sight’ though, if the way his cock stood erect was any indication.

“Well, go on doll,” Sniper said, pausing and making you whine in the process. “Suck him off like a good slut.”

Spy scoffed, narrowing his eyes at the man behind you. “A bit crude, bushman,” he said, although his cock twitched, clearly eager for your attention.

Well, you weren’t about to deny him any longer. Leaning forward, you eagerly took him into your mouth, bobbing your head, setting a comfortable pace for yourself. He let out a startled gasp at how quickly you had begun, falling into a steady rhythm within moments. Spy wasn’t a quiet man, and every sound you could get out of him gave you a sense of pride, encouraging you to make him feel as good as possible. Meanwhile, Sniper had resumed his actions, teasing you with his tongue. Every time he made you moan Spy could feel the low vibration in your mouth and on your lips, making him shudder.

When Sniper stopped once again, your mouth was too full for him to hear you whine. Your disappointment didn’t last however, as you soon felt the familiar sensation of his cock pressing against your entrance. It took all of your effort not to buck back against him as he teased you with the head of his cock, sliding his length against you, seeming perfectly willing to delay his own pleasure if it meant getting the chance to make you squirm.

Spy, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough. The way your mouth felt around him was heavenly. Your expressions, especially the way your eyes rolled back whenever you were pleasured or teased, were beyond arousing. Spy usually prided himself on being a man that was able to last quite a bit longer than average, and most of the time that was true. However sometimes you really pushed his limits, and this was proving to be one of those times, especially when Sniper finally entered you and the ensuing moan brought Spy dangerously close to the edge, so much so that he had to pull back for a moment to collect himself.

Sniper set a gentle pace at first, not wanting to overwhelm you, but it was definitely a feat of self control. As if the sight of you taking his cock so well wasn’t hot enough on its own, the sight of Spy taking pleasure in the warmth of your mouth certainly added to the eroticism of the whole situation. Sniper also knew that there were some obvious jokes that could be made about the Eiffel Tower somewhere in this situation, but in the interest of keeping the peace, he kept his mouth shut and focused on making you feel good.

Since you couldn’t exactly speak, he had to read the signs of your body language in order to know what was working for you. The position the two of you were in allowed him to thrust especially deep, and you moaned appreciatively whenever Sniper took advantage of that. Eventually, he began to pick up his pace, daring to be a bit rougher with you, and you enjoyed every minute of it. If you weren’t busy with Spy you would have begged for him to go even harder.

“God, you feel so bloody good, darling!” Sniper gasped, his hands holding onto your waist for extra leverage as he pushed himself deeper into you. “You look so beautiful, taking us both so well.”

The feeling of your moans coupled with your lips and tongue had Spy resisting the urge to buck into your mouth. His hands were woven through your hair, stroking you like a beloved pet. It was soothing, but it was also a way for Spy to keep himself focused on other sensations, trying to hold back from losing himself in the pleasurable heat of your mouth. “So good, mon dieu,” he gasped, his nails scratching your scalp as he struggled to keep his hips still. “You’re so talented with that tongue of yours.”

You eagerly soaked up their praise, all of it only pulling you further into a lust fueled stupor. “Ah, fuck,” Sniper moaned, feeling the way your body clenched around him. “Do you like being told how good you are, sheila? Is that what gets you all riled up?”

You answered him in the same fashion that you had before, with a muffled moan. It wasn’t like you could do much else. The taste of precum was thick on your tongue. “Merde, I’m already close,” Spy admitted, his face flushed red with the effort it took to hold back. However, you really didn’t want him to hold back. You wanted to feel him spill into your mouth, you wanted the pride of knowing you had made him come.

Not to mention you were getting rather close as well, and you knew they could both probably tell from the way you were starting to tremble. Your legs and arms buckled slightly as you held yourself up on all fours, trying to fend off the fatigue that was starting to settle in your muscles. “Don’t start getting tired just yet, doll. Keep going, prove how good you can be for us,” Sniper growled, clearly making full use of your little affinity for praise. His grip on your waist tightened, making you whimper and most likely leaving bruises.

Spy looked as if he was about to scold Sniper for being so rough with you when his breath caught in his throat. Any words he was about to say became nothing more than a strangled moan as you suddenly took him as deep into your mouth as you could.

“That’s it,” Sniper said, grinning wide as he watched Spy begin to lose himself to pleasure. “Make him come nice and hard, then I’ll let you finish. You can do that for us, right?”

You made a soft noise of acknowledgement before taking Spy deep once again, tearing up slightly when he hit the back of your throat, but managing not to gag. Luckily, that was all he needed to crumble. Clutching your hair, Spy came undone with a guttural moan mixed with what you could only assume were curses in his native tongue. While Sniper tried to keep his composure, his words still came in breathy, broken syllables. “Good girl, swallow it all, that’s my good fucking girl- fuck!” Sniper doubled over, leaning against you as he reached his climax, his pace never faltering.

Spy withdrew from your mouth just in time for you to nearly scream when Sniper reached an arm around you, sliding his hand down your body until his fingers were rubbing circles over your clit, tipping you over the edge along with him. In the aftershocks of your orgasm, you found yourself face down in the bed sheets. You laid there startled for a few moments before you realized that Sniper had collapsed on top of you, squishing you against the mattress.

“Sorry love,” he murmured, rolling off of you and resting at your side. You laid on your stomach for a bit longer, catching your breath before you found the strength to turn onto your back.

Spy settled in on the opposite side of you, taking your hand in his and placing kisses on the back of it, ever the gentleman. He whispered sweet affirmations to you between gentle pecks. You smiled up at him, gripping his wrist suddenly and pulling him down to lay next to you. He smirked, leaning in to kiss you and stealing the taste of himself off your lips.

“We should clean up, non?” Spy asked once the two of you parted. The idea of a hot shower sounded absolutely divine right now. However, you weren’t so eager to move yet.

“Can it wait for a little while?” you asked. While you did want to get cleaned up eventually, you were confident that if you tried to get up and walk to the showers now your legs would simply give out. Plus, you were already rather comfortable.

Spy seemed hesitant to agree, but his expression softened when he met your gaze, your eyes still glassy and your cheeks flushed red. You looked thoroughly ravished and absolutely exhausted. “Very well, ange,” he conceded with a sigh.

“We all need a well deserved rest after that,” Sniper said, pressing a kiss to your forehead and throwing an arm over you. You rested your head on his shoulder and let him brush your tousled hair out of your face. “You did so bloody good, darling.”

“He’s right. You were amazing, chérie,” Spy added, settling in next to you and letting you enjoy the warmth of both their bodies pressed against yours. You would gladly lay there for hours, limbs entangled with theirs. A few more soft praises were exchanged between the three of you, words of admiration and sweet nothings fading into incoherent whispers as the three of you drifted off and let sleep overtake you.

[dragubel]

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⛧| Name: Nick

⛧| Age: 20

⛧| Gender: Male FTM

⛧| Pronouns: He/Him

⛧| Sexuality: Pansexual

⛧| Birthday: March 18th

⛧| Zodiac: Pisces ♓️

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⛧| illness: Active Schizophrenia, autism, depression, anxiety

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⛧| Hobbies: Kandi, Fanfic, drawing

⛧| Likes: Ghost, Korn, TWD, Limp Bizkit, Drawing, Writing

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╰─ - ̗̀♱ What I write

⛧| Korn, The Walking Dead, Team Fortress 2, Uncle Samsonite, Smiling Friends

⛧| Smut, Fluff, comfort, depression, Self Harm, Angst, gore, death and zombies.

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⛧| Korn🌽

Jonathan Davis x Sick! Reader

James “Munky” Shaffer + Jonathan Davis x Fem! Reader One Shot

Jonathan Davis x Fem! Reader 🔞

James “Munky” Shaffer x Fem! Reader Headcannons🔞

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Daryl Dixon x reader: incorrect quote #1

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Daryl Dixon x reader: incorrect quote #4

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Eugene Porter x OC: incorrect quote #2

OC fanfic (X-men AU): “why can’t I be valid?” 🔞

[mrbrokenlifexxx25]

Team Fortress 2 x Arcane Reader: [Y/N]

This is [Y/N].

I have a book coming out on Wattpad, the title is called: E N E M Y

It's a combination of one of my old favorite games and the animated series on Netflix called Arcane, (aka) League of Legends.

My cousin messaged me one day asking if I wanted to play Team Fortress 2 for old times sake.

My cousin is a single young dad in his early 20s, he has a son now. But the fact that he kept this game saved in the closet just surprises me because when he was kicked out of the house, I assumed he sold everything. But he kept the games all safe and sound. My cousin is my best friend who taught me a lot of things, he was the one who introduced me to video games. He introduced me to Team Fortress 2 when I was 7-8 years old. I just loved it because we had so many good laughs about it.

He gave me the idea to make a story of Team Fortress 2 with a mix of Arcane. I said, "why the hell not. We're not getting any younger, might as well make the most of it."

He knows I love making stories for readers, he likes to hear about my progress every now and then. I'll admit, the passing years are making me a bit paranoid especially with the fact that I only need 3 more years to become 20.

It felt like yesterday when I only 12 years old when I made a Wattpad and Tumblr account.

I now have a personal goal to make a book series on Wattpad before I turn 20. I might fail but I gotta give it a shot.

Also, I accept donations as well. I'm planning to learn how to drive and go to college.

My senior year is my final year to enjoy it all before adulthood responsibilities become an actual problem for me. Nonetheless, I'll take it head-on. Hopefully the creators of TF2 make a movie or a series. All we can do is wait and hope for the best.

[xxiamtiebrousxx]

Lovey Dovey (Mercs x Reader) Valentine's Day Special

A/n: I'm late to the party but here we go.

Valentine’s Day was created because of Saint Valentine, who was murdered during Emperor Claudis’ reign for marrying people off. Claudis didn’t want people to marry so the single men could join the army. Valentine believed love shouldn’t be banned. The emperor found out and had him killed. The couples who Valentine married sent up flowers and notes, which created the tradition of giving those to your loved ones. They created this so-called special day in honor of the saint’s name. He was killed on the fourteenth, so I wouldn’t really call Valentine’s Day a day of love. It was more like a day of celebrating the day a man got murdered for love. We should host a service instead of romantic dates.

“Hey, Y/n, you listening?”

“Hmm?” I said. Scout’s voice pulled me out of my thinking. “What’s up?” I asked.

“It’s your turn,” he replied. 

“Right,” I said. I huffed. I held up my deck of two cards. I studied them before putting down a red number two. “Uno,” I said. Yes, we spent the first part of our Valentine’s Day playing Uno for the millionth time. Scout groaned. He had enough cards to build a full sized house. Heavy squinted at his deck. “Your move,” I told him. He hummed to himself and carefully picked his card. He put down a red number three. 

“Leetle Scout is next,” he boomed. Scout quickly pulled out a red number four. I smirked and put down a red number four as well. Scout gave a cry of disappointment as he dropped his cards down. All he had were red cards. I laughed. There was no way he was going to win with that! He had no chance!

“I’m back,” Spy called out, closing the door. He carried bags of Valentine cards, heart shaped chocolate boxes and balloons. I shivered at the thought of handing these out to other people. I wasn’t ready for a significant other. Valentine’s Day shouldn’t be just about romance. It should be about love in general. “You’re still playing that game?” Spy asked.

“Y/n won. Again,” Scout answered. He leaned back in his chair. “What’s with all the lovey dovey stuff?”

“None of your business,” Spy retorted. “Now, Y/n, as the winner of the Uno game, would you mind helping me unload?”

“Sure,” I answered.  I got up from my seat and joined Spy in the kitchen. “What is all this for?” I asked. “You’re not gonna have some big fancy wedding proposal for Scout’s ma, are you?”

“I heard that!” Scout yelled. “Don’t let him do it, Y/n! I won’t have him as my step dad!” Spy chuckled. We all knew the truth. Spy wouldn’t be Scout’s step dad if he remarried Scout’s ma. I pulled out a couple of chocolate boxes and set them on the counter. They were good and expensive chocolates. I licked my lips at the thought of eating some. I had some stuff hidden in the back of my closet. I was saving that for later today when all the guys were under one roof.

“It’s not for his mother,” he answered. “This was actually her idea to give the unlucky ones a chance of getting something for Valentine’s Day.” Oh geez. I nervously chuckled.

“So we’re gonna go around town and give these things to the people?” I asked. “Last time that happened, Pyro burned down half the buildings. Soldier thought it was a good idea to shoot the flowers through the windows with his rocket launcher.”

Soldier shouted, “AND IT WAS A GOOD IDEA INDEED.” There was chuckling from Scout and Heavy. “CAN WE DO IT AGAIN, PLEASE?”

“NO!” we all yelled. Soldier gave a small groan.

“Fine,” he answered. Spy chuckled and pulled out some expensive wine.

“Seriously though, what are we doing?” I asked. 

“We’re going to be like Saint Valentine and give people a chance at love,” Spy replied. I stared at him blankly. He was being honest about this. I was going to be honest. This was not a good idea.

*>/<*

I was right about Spy’s idea. It failed horribly before we even got the chance. It seemed well at first. Medic used his army of doves to drop off letters and Scout ran door to door dropping off some nice boxes. Then it went downhill. Soldier, against our orders, shot rockets filled with flowers and chocolates into people’s homes. It was behind our backs and we didn’t notice until the townsfolk started throwing bricks at us. I mean, it should’ve been obvious since the explosions were loud, but we passed it off as the townsfolk doing what they usually do. We ran back home with bruises.

“That was bad idea,” Heavy commented, holding the door for us all.

“Remind me to never agree to Spy’s plans ever again,” Scout said. “They suck.” Spy chuckled.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but I agree with Scout,” he answered. “I don’t know what I was thinking.” I laughed and patted Spy’s back.

“Now you’re beginning to understand, my friend,” I said with a grin. “We are never ever doing that again.”

*>/<*

I lied about what I said earlier. I pulled out boxes from the back of my closet and placed them on the ground. The others were in the living room watching T.V. I had gotten everyone Valentine Grams from a school. I had to break in and steal everything. There was a gram for Daniel, whoever that poor child was. I tore off the tag and replaced it with another. It was for Pyro. Yes, I was doing this, even after I said I wasn’t going to. But this was for my friends. I’ve known them for a long time. They deserved this. I grabbed all the relabeled grams and placed them in a spare box. I walked down the stairs of the base and into the living room. “Hey guys,” I said. Scout looked away from the T.V. screen.

“Is that what I think it is?” he asked. Pyro turned his attention my way. He mumbled happily, clapping his hands together.

“Wow, Y/n, I thought you said we weren’t gonna do stuff like that,” Engineer said. He smiled. “What was the change of heart?”

“I thought about it,” I replied, handing Scout his candy gram. “I came to the conclusion that Valentine’s Day should be about love, and just not the romantic kind, but like family or platonic love.” 

“Mmph mmph (That’s such a nice conclusion)!” Pyro mumbled happily. I smiled.

“Now c’mon guys, get your grams,” I said. “They didn’t come for free.” I finished passing out the grams to everyone. Spy passed around the gifts he bought and we all had a nice evening.

Yep, Valentine’s Day could be a lovey dovey day, but it was more than just that. It was about telling those you care for how much you felt. Even if they’re family, friends, or lovers. Tell them how much they mean to you.

[trashlama]

Master List

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Here's the official hodge-podge of all my current and up coming works. All nice and categorized for you guys~

I take request!

Though you must understand I'm an adult. I have a life and job I must attend too so, be patient with me. I'll try my best to fulfill requests as fast as I can.

Anyways—

Here's some stuff I won't do.

Underage

Non/con

Incest

Vore

Infantile shit

General hateful shit

Beastiality

Things I do accept!

Yandere (Romantic & Platonic)

Fluff

He/She/Gender neutral

LGBTQ+

Drawing requests

One-shots/Drabbles/Headcanons

X Reader or shippings. Depends tho sometimes.

Fandoms!

TMNT (All Media Types)

Journey to the West/Monkie Kid(All Media Types)

Spiderverse

Seven Bloody Nights Revamped

Murder Drones

The Amazing Digital Circus

Invincible

FNAF(All Games)

Hobbit/LOTR/ROP

Adventure Time/Fionna and Cake

MHA

One Punchman

Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack & Dacha Bo (Snaccpop Studios)

How to Train Your Dragon(HTTYD Movies & TV series)

Unicorn Warriors Eternal

Bee & Puppycat

Gargoyles

Transformers (All Media Types)

Villianous

Xiaolin Showdown(OG only, aged up characters only!)

RoR(Record of Ragnarok)

Undertale

Pucca(Drawings Only)

Sonic The Hedgehog (All Media Types)

American Dragon Jake Long(Aged up!)

Secret Saturdays(Platonic Only, unless aged up)

TrollHunters(Just the first one, not the below one or Wizards. I'm just not that far.)

Red vs. Blue(kinda all over the place)

Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja

Sonic the Hedgehog(All Media Types)

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure(All arcs)

Team Fortress 2

The Hatchet Man

Your Boyfriend

Some Slashers(Tho list multiple because it depends on a few.)

Dead by Daylight

General themes(Just throw something out there like Zombie apocalypse or edo period Jack the Ripper. Somethin')

Idk what else yet. Most of my ideas I come across that inspire me or I just randomly think of it while smokin'.

Just ask if you're not sure

I do not accept trolling on this page! You will be blocked if you do so.

The same thing goes with minors. Please you guys! Please put your ages in your bios! My stuff isn't super gorey or smutty but, I'd feel better knowing who my audience is. A lot of my stuff is pretty mature.

All my stuff is just fanart/fanfiction don't take it seriously. I own nothing but, my imagination.

Now what you guys all been looking forward too...

The Complication!

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SONG LISTS

(Multiple fandoms)

- List 1

Written Works

RECORD OF RAGNAROK(ROR)

Jack the Ripper

- Part 1: Unwanted

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012(TMNT2k12)

- Yan/Non-Yan!Raph/Reader Petname scenario

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles(ROTTMNT)

Random Headcanons/Drabbles/One-Shots

- Platonic Yan!Raph & Reader

- Future!Yan!Mikey/Chubby!Reader

- Mikey Vs. Leo (xReader Scenarios)

- Yan/Non-Yan!Raph/Reader Petname scenario

- Donnie/Big Mama Assistant(Reader)

YANDERE FUTURE TURTLES ONE-SHOT SERIES

Based on this prompt

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Leonardo

- Part 1: The Ballet

- Part 2: Changing lanes

Donatello

- Part 1: Unyielding

Raphael

- Part 1:(Coming Soon)

Michelangelo

- Part 1:(Coming Soon)

YANDERE ROTTMNT ADULTS ONE-SHOT SERIES

Based on this prompt

Big Mama

– Part 1: (Coming Soon)

Draxum

– Part 1: (Coming Soon)

Splinter

– Part 1: (Coming Soon)

Lou Jitsu(Hamato Yoshi)

– Part 1: (Coming Soon)

SPIDERVERSE

Random Headcanons/Drabbles/One-Shots

- Yan Miguel O'Hara x Reader plot ideas

Original Works

- Part 1: Denied

Drawings(Mostly Sketches)!!

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles(ROTTMNT)

- Mad Dog Group test run sketch (Just the faces)

- Leo doodle with mutated s/o

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012(TMNT2k12)

A-Team Vs. B-Team

- Rough Draft

- Outline

- Color testing

-Color Testing/Final Outline(?)

Journey to the West(All Media Types)

- LMK and Monkey King Reborn Sketches

- Remake Monkey King Sketch

- LMK Monkey form MK x Reader sketches

Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack / DachaBoo (Snaccpop Studios)

Jack/Joseph

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- 2#

- 3#

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Ian

- 1#

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Shaun

- 1#

Dacha Bo

- 1#

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My Dear Hatchetman

Alan

- 1#

[cluelessatthispoint]

Soldier walked into the dinning room with an extra pep in his step. It was a cease fire day, which would normally make him sadder than a starfish in the desert. But, today was a special case. You were on base today.

Not expecting to see you in the kitchen at that moment, he smiled. They way you looked with your back to him, completely oblivious to the world around you and how focused you were on the bowl in your hands. To him you looked like an angel.

Sneaking up behind you and wrapping his large arms around you waist he buried his face into your neck.

"Guess who?"

With a laugh you leaned into his hold.

"Oh dear, I wonder who this could be~"

Planting small kisses into your neck you could feel his warmth breath glide across your skin.

"Well, I know that this can't possibly be Engineer, he's way too polite to kiss another man's sweetheart."

Removing his hands from your waist he spun you around and trapped you between the countertop and his body.

" Ah, I should have known. You hungry Darling?"

Soldier lifted the side of his helmet. "I'm famished, and if your cooking I know that what ever you make it's going to be excellent."

Going on your tip toes you planted a kiss to your boyfriend's cheek. His stubble tickled your lips, a feeling that you've grown to love.

"Well, then. I better get finished up in here so that we can eat."

Soldier nodded energetically and removed his coat. With a smile he rolled up his sleeves and moved to stand next to you. Side by side you both set to work.

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Yay, some sweet cooking time with Soldier.

[5eraphim]

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

Work Count: 5.6k

TIP JAR

MASTER LIST

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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Introduction Post

Requests Open!

Hello my name is Blues or Blue, whatever you prefer, bonus points if you figure out a unique nickname. I am a queer Trans man who uses He/Him pronouns.

I am currently trying to expand my writing skills and I hope that this will help me in some way. Also I am not used to this site, whatsoever. This post will be updated depending on what happens.

Things I will write:

I am willing to write both platonic and romantic pairings as long as it doesn’t defy what I won’t write. I am willing to do both x reader and ships.

The types of requests I am taking are one shots, head cannons with a Drabble, and just head cannons.

I am willing to do some triggering topics as long as their is a trigger warning in some way before you suggest it.

Things I won’t write:

General stuff, like homophobia, racism, transphobia, Necrophilla, scat, being a TERF.

I absolutely won’t write proships generally, incestuous relationships (even pseudo), minor and adult (romantic), abuse and victim (including bullying). Yandere’s, obsessive behavior, and over controlling behavior.

S/A is also under this list, regardless of situation. Not even for comfort or fluff.

Fandoms I write for:

Don’t Starve:

Romantic and Platonic

Wilson

Willow

Wolfgang

WX-78

Wickerbottom

Woodie

Wes

Maxwell

Wigfrid

Winona

Warly

Wormwood

Wortox

Wanda

Exclusively Platonic

Wendy

Webber

Wurt

Walter

Fallout

Most things are on the table for romantic just follow the list previously

JoJo’s bizarre adventure

I am willing to write any characters from part one to part six. As for specifics, most of the characters can be written Romantically or Platonically however there are exceptions.

Exclusively Platonic

A minor with an adult pairing

All children, on the top of my head Anne, Emporio, and Hayoto

One Piece

I do this sometimes but I will put it on the list anyway. I will not write Boa Hancock under any circumstances.

Romantic and Platonic

Almost all of the Straw Hat Pirates

Other fan favorites that I can’t think up of the top of my head.

Exclusively Platonic

All children, including Chopper.

Team Fortress 2

All characters are allowed for Romantic and Platonic pairings with some exceptions.

Exclusively Platonic

Family members

Scout and Miss Pauling (I find it uncomfortable.)

Stardew Valley

Romantic and Platonic

All romantic interests

Robin

Exclusively Platonic

Everyone else

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The Clover patch Masterlist!!!

Welcome to the circus, feel free to request one-shots to fill out the master list!

Requests Open!!!

Fandoms I write for;

HTTYD, MK(X,11,1), AOT, TLOVM/Critical Role, GOW, Overwatch, Vikings, One Piece (more acquainted with live action), RDR, NSR, Spider verse, LOL, Demon Slayer, Moon Knight, The Sandman, COD MW, TF2, Resident Evil/Biohazard, Valorant, etc

I write head cannons, one shot, miniseries (if the oneshot is popular enough), fluff, angst, au's, Drabbles, yandere (no sa), platonic, romantic, familial, etc

If you want to know if I write for your fandom or prompt just ask!

Title- pairing (gender of reader) romantic/platonic/general

general= can be interpreted either way

HTTYD:

Daggers & Daffodils Master list -Dagur x Reader (Fem) Romantic

MK (Mortal Kombat):

Smoke & Ice Master list - Bi han & Smoke x Reader (Fem) Romantic

Night at Madam Bo's - Raiden x Reader (Fem) Romantic

Slither In - Syzoth (Reptile) x Reader (GN) Romantic

Breeze in the Garden - Titan Fujin x Titan Reader (GN) Romantic

Bi han x Sunshine Reader Headcannons (GN) Romantic

Johnny Cage x Street Racer Reader - (GN) Romantic

TF2 (Team Fortress 2):

Team Reacting to a Touchy Reader (GN) General

One Piece:

Reacting to a Sweet Toothed Reader (GN) General

Reacting to a Reader with Anxiety (GN) General

Dealing with Anxiety Head Cannons(GN) General

Valorant:

Hot Water Bottle- Sova x Reader (GN) Romantic

That DAMN Sweater- Sova x Reader (GN) Romantic

Shaving Cream- Sova x Reader (GN) Romantic

Valorant Series Master List

AOT:

Water & Whiskey - Erwin x Reader (Fem) Romantic

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I am Taking One-Shot Requests 🤓

X READER ONLY (I don't do ships sorry guys)

You can request anything about....

Team Fortress 2 (From actual characters to fan-made things like Christian Pure and Burtal ofc [not limited to them, it's just an example])

The Walking Dead

Breaking Bad

Better Call Saul

Call of Duty

Spider-Man

Batman (I only know game lore and maybe the newer movie sorry)

JJBA (If you know me from Wattpad, no you don't)

Red Dead Redemption/Red Dead Redemption 2

Detroit Become Human

Yakuza

GTA (V to be specific.. I haven't finished any of the other games -_-)

ANY PIECE OF MEDIA WITH MATTHEW LILLARD (I'm going through it rn trust)

TROLLS! (Specifically the movies because I haven't watched the shows yet sorry!!)

(I'm sure there's more that I can't think of rn. If you have something that isn't on this list, just message me and I'll let you know if I can do something with it!!!!)

ALLOWED:

SFW

NSFW (Might not be good)

ANGST (Might not be good)

Any other generic things.

NOT ALLOWED:

Weird stuff (duh)

Aka minor x adult in the romantic way because ew idc what you think get outta here!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I won't do any child stuff anyways (ex: character if they were a mother/father/parent and you were their child)

I'm no good at that, as in I've never written for that ever in my life.

No pregnancy stuff because idk anything about that either

Just no parent whatever anything.

Sorry for rambling. Everything else is pretty basic, if you think it might be bad, then don't request it.

Feel free to ask me directly, though. I'll let you know whether or not I'm comfortable with that stuff.

(Also I might be slow to answer messages/requests because y'know life stuff.)