#yandere!Overwatch

[yandere-genji]

Hi, big fan of your work!! Could you please do Yandere Genji or Cassidy snooping through their fem s/o's internet history to make sure she's been a good girl, only to discover she's been looking at all different kinds of sex toys?

tw: yandere, abuse reader is gender neutral

💚 Genji

What sets Genji apart from other yanderes is his method of keeping his darling under control. Genji works from a distant. Sure, stalking goes without saying, but his motive runs deeper than simply watching his darling from afar. Since his time in Blackwatch, he’s worked in the shadows. Honed the ability to use himself as threat to subdue enemies. Because when you realize he’s made you a target, it’s already too late. 

So he might not be by your side commanding your every move, but he’ll be there. The unsettling wind at your back, the shuffling of footsteps somewhere in the distance, the displaced objects in your home. He might confront you face to face, depends on what he has planned for you. But by technicality, you’ll have your own space. 

But is it yours, really? Because you can’t relax when you have eyes on you. You’re hyper vigilant, all too aware of any vulnerability you might expose. Still, Genji doesn’t have time to keep watch on you at every second. He has business to attend to from time to time. So when you do have those moments alone, you’re quick to take advantage of them.

Unfortunately for you, Genji is always sure to check up on you when he returns from his duties. He has a few excuses for this, namely that he wants to make sure you’re doing alright, that you’re safe. It’s thinly veiled, though, when he rummages through your delicates, unlocks your laptop and searches your internet history. It was only a matter of time until he stumbled across your unsavory interests, but he can’t help the smile that creeps on his face at the victory of unveiling them. 

When you come home, the atmosphere is uneasy, an eerie shroud weighing heavy at your breast. Small things had been misplaced in ways that don’t make sense. You flick the lights on in your bedroom, and you’ve seen Genji before, but never so close and in such an intimate space. 

He approaches you and you’re too stunned to even move. He holds up his hand and turns over a particularly impressive toy you’d had your eyes on, though the sight of it now has you ill at ease. 

“This one caught your eye?” your face burns red as he examines the toy in his hand, “You’ve indulged me this much, I thought I might return the favor.”

❤️‍🔥 Cassidy

If you’ve never had a helicopter parent, Cassidy is going to take a lot of adjusting too. He loves to baby you, always watching over your shoulder and keeping you on a tight leash. His trust is gained in drops and lost in buckets, so his vigilance all depends on your temperament. That being said, he is very generous in rewarding good behavior, the conditions of which involves varying degrees of eager submission. Just be a good baby, and you’ll have nothing to worry about. 

But it’s not the worry that gets to you. It’s the constant hovering, he’s by your side whenever he can be and watching your every move. You have to be his perfect little angel or he’ll be sure to correct you, and God does he take every chance he can get. The more you gain his trust, though, the more forgiving he will be. 

At first, he’ll shower you with little gifts like clothes or trinkets, he might even let you have some TV time. Then it’s trips to the park, picnic dates and even some restaurants, with the condition you never leave his side. Still, the outside exposure is dearly missed. And when he buys you a laptop, you wonder if it’s a test.

Despite his experience in a highly technical organization, Cassidy is completely oblivious to anything involving technology or computers. It was never a skill he had use for developing, his brute strength capable enough to render any other ability useless. So, he was handing the responsibility to you, trusting you wouldn’t betray him. 

And you didn’t, you were really good, especially when it was new and exciting. The little things were enough to satisfy you, watching YouTube videos, listening to your own music, or simply reading the news. It’d been so long since you had internet access. As time went by, you got a little bolder, messaging some friends and playing video games. But nothing could’ve prepared you for the urge you felt when Cassidy was sent out in a mission, leaving you all to yourself. 

When he was here, you had your fill of sexual attention. Honestly, you couldn’t get his hands off of you. Though it could be exhausting, it trained in you a need. Something you couldn’t quit cold turkey. And without Cassidy to satisfy that craving, you developed a terrible habit of browsing sex toys. 

And what a stupid habit it was, especially when Cassidy caught you red-handed on an early return. The way his smile beamed made you want to recoil into yourself, vanish right then and there. 

“Cassidy! I can explain!” your mind was already in the process of spinning some story, “There was this stupid pop-up ad, I didn’t mean to click it - actually I was clicking out of it, but the stupid track pad- Oh my gosh, I swear.”

You knew he was going to laugh, you were prepared for him to tease you, you knew it was going to happen. But the preparation wasn’t enough to shield your embarrassment. 

“Naughty thing, ain’t ya?” he purred, his lips curling in a wily grin. 

“Please don’t be mad at me,” you pleaded with big doe eyes you knew would melt him. 

“Oh, pumpkin,” he cupped your chin and circled a thumb over your lips, “Must’ve missed me bad. Let me take care of you.”

From then on, pandora’s box was open. Cassidy loves to see you embrace your sexual side, especially when he can take advantage of it. And your new interest is another opportunity to do just that. He’ll have you put 

 on display while he sits back and enjoys a nice cigar and cool glass of whiskey. 

[letternotekisses]

HIII May I request some Reaper headcanons pls? Idc if it's fluff or nsfw headcanons, or even both idc, choose whatever you're in the mood to write! I just need content about that man and as I love how you writee, then ....<3

i wanna fuck that old man so bad....<3 nsfw under da cut and also cw 4 stalking, kidnapping mention, free use & size kink and general yandere-ish behaviour

Reaper is all sharp edges, and its no different when he's dragging a clawed gauntlet down your cheek - reddening the soft flesh when he squeezes you harshly enough to make your lips pout. He's all growls, but for you? It's different, it's still a low, timbering rumble in his chest - but he's not trying to intimidate you, no - he's just staking his claim, you see. Once he's decided that you belong to him, there's nothing stopping him from getting what he wants.

Overwhelmingly possessive - if you work alongside him in Talon, Reaper makes it a hobby to follow you all over base, leering from a shadowed corner if you spend a little too much time talking to one of Talon's many replaceable grunts. You don't see them again, and Gabe seems a little too pleased with himself as of late. If you're a civilian, he's also not above following you home - shadow-stepping into your room to steal a few pairs of underwear souvenirs to keep him company before he decides on the right time to snatch you away.

He expects you to be ready for him at all times, materialising behind your back in a cloud of wispy smoke - his clawed gauntlets prying your soft thighs apart and tearing at the fabric covering what he wants. Gabriel will part your folds and bury his fat cock inside in one smooth motion, holding you upright by grabbing the soft fat of your hip. He's thick, pulsing hotly between your legs in a way that warms you up and makes you melt like putty against his chest. He loves to fuck you silly - wrapping an elbow around your neck so he can keep you in place as he bullies your poor hole to the point where you're begging and whimpering at him for mercy.

He seems rather harsh, but it's easy to psyche him out through his jealousy - wear a shorter skirt, or maybe even a tighter top - give Akande a good eyeful while you converse and Gabe just so happens to be in the room. Although, I must point out that when teasing the Reaper, you must be prepared for the consequences. This includes having your hair fisted in his grip as he shoves his meaty cock down your throat, tears fluttering on the ends of your lashes as you choke around him, spit dribbling down your chin messily. And he won't let you off easy, pulling you back so you can whine at him to fuck you, grinding against his boot like a needy whore.

Despite his rough and tumble demeanour - Reaper does treasure you. I like to think there is still a hint of the old Gabriel Reyes in the midst of all that hot topic clothing. When the sun goes down, he holds you like glass, as if you might melt away like sand through his fingertips. It's sweet and fleeting, but as long as he's still standing, you'll be safe under him.

Even before Moira's experiments, the SEP programme had bulked Gabe up quite a bit. As Reaper - he's a beast, all broad and bulky muscle clad in dark robes. He loves being able to overpower you a little bit too much, he loves how his hand covers the expanse of your hip almost entirely, how he can hold you up with one hand as he ploughs you into the floor...he's obsessed. He uses it to his advantage, manhandling you so he can press himself deeper into your sweet cunt, hitting that spot that makes you squeal and squeeze down on him tighter than he could ever curl his own fist. God, you're so sweet and soft under him - he'd keep you warming his cock forever, if he could.

[shiroisotto64]

Realistic Mauga Hcs

I’ve head his voice lines on repeat and me and a few others have come to realize something….he’s like really close to yandere territory..and it’s kinda shocking. 💀

Sure before mauga forms an emotional connection he’s cool. Still a loose canon that doesn’t care about the lives he takes. Still blood thirsty but not obsessive.

Like let’s look at him and bap. Regardless if you think they were a thing or friends, mauga is very possessive! He’s been chasing him down and following him since he left talon. Hell, he even had his picture circled in red marker for sake!

So imagine you come around, you and mauga have pretty good chemistry and over time you grow attached to one another! Good. Right? 🧍🏽‍♀️ WRONG 🗣️ so very wrong at that. 😞

He likes and how you’re cooked. Prepare to have him all over you even before your an official item. Sure he would never get jealous I mean look at him. He knows how good he looks.

He’ll flex and show off. Be reckless just to have you patch him up. And if your the clingy type? Even better! He couldn’t care less. He’ll carry you around and stick besides you. You wanna go shopping? Sure let’s go right now, wanna go to the club? What without HIM? Not happening.

Not to mention how protective he’d be. Your so much smaller then him, he may not regard his safety or others but yours is taken seriously. And god forbid he catches someone hitting on you and making you feel uncomfortable.

All of a sudden they’re gone. A stalker? Nah, he’s the only one allowed to stalk you honestly. And that’s exactly what would happen if you tried to leave or run off without telling him.

He took the time to Learn all of your habits. He’s a good listener and when you first start off it’s cool that he loves learning about you, but when your in deep and want out? Kinda hard when he knows all your friends, family , favorite hangout spots. HE KNOWS IT ALL. 😭

He’d love marking his s/o to. Tones of hickeys, damn there EVERYTIME an old one fades he has to add at least one more. You wanna wear his bandana? Sure go ahead. In fact he’ll get matching ones. He’s the type to wear your rubber band around his wrist.

Basically? Mauga is really chill till your try to leave. ESPECIALLY after bap leaving? He can’t let another one of his buddies run off. You comply and behave and you have nothing to fear.

Cause sorry to break it to you? But running away from him is like super short lived. He’s relentless with his search and I don’t even wanna think about the punishment’s for having him go through the trouble. Worst part? He’s smiling the WHOLE time.

TAGS: @idciminlove @marituyoppa

[idciminlove]

Ok but yandere!Mauga would probably be one of the most terrifying things ever. Like the man is already possesive and obsessive enough…(obviously, I mean he made his life goal to track down Baptiste..had his picture circled in red and everything) So imagine him being completely and utterly obsessed with you. Willing to do whatever it takes to keep you by his side, to keep you as his and only his.

And so he’s always with you, everywhere you go, like it or not. Hovering over you wherever you are, especially when you’re around other people, being all touchy and keeping you beside him to make sure everyone knows you’re his.

Somehow, if you manage to escape, he will hunt you like a dog. He’ll take pleasure in the chase too, and he won’t stop until he finds you.

And imagine hiding from him, trying to hold your breath and hearing those heavy footsteps? His voice all entertained, as if this was just a game to him. “Come out, come out, wherever you are…”

Then that heavy feeling of dread when you realized, hearing his voice all deep and raspy in satisfaction. “Found you.”

[bumblebeeig]

i did it again whoopsies!!!!

maybe a taaaad bit inspired from @venturetherockeater9000 ‘s yandere venture post :3

[shadybiotics]

hi! can i request yandere! venture headcanons?

This is my somewhat subtler take on the yandere genre but i hope it satisfies !

yandere!VENTURE x READER headcanons [NSFW]

content warning: dark themes, dead dove, mental instability, obsessive tendencies, all the bad that comes with yandere

The first time you met they didn't think much of you, but with time, as you two became friendlier with each other, their eyes finally opened to how much they actually liked you.

They couldn't stand watching you be with others. Watching intensely from afar, a quiet jealousy and hatred filled their heart and the pain got even worse if someone other than them made you laugh or smile. Their throat would tighten with anger.

Venture would do anything to spend as much time with you as possible without revealing their true nature.

They would always know when you had plans to see others and would make sure that little accidents would happen to the person that prevented them from showing up or reaching out to you. But then Sloane would come swooping in to save the day, acting surprised about how both of you showed up dressed up at the same place at the same time. How convenient.

Venture would let you take comfort in their well times presence and let you rant about how rude or weird it was for said person to just stand you up like that, with no warning or anything. "Yeah that is weird..." they would agree with your complaints "you know, maybe you should let them go"

Venture would act clumsy to get close to you and feel you. Always accidentally laying their hand on yours. Accidentally stumbling into you, then holding you close to them by your arm and waist so you wouldn't fall over while they made sure you were ok, keeping up the their cheery facade.

It took a great amount of restrain for them to not take you right then and there, even more if you two were alone. They were much stronger than you and it would've been easy. Their thoughts immediately rushed to how soft your flesh would feel between their teeth, how you would taste, how you would sound beneath them.

Still craving more of you, Sloane would come to you after work asking if you could help them dust off. With a tissue, you would gladly help them clean up, they were your friend after all. Venture had to conceal their excitement if they wanted to keep up this act up for longer. Your gentle touch would set their skin on fire and send pulses of pleasure to all the right places. They would almost shake with excitement.

They would quickly leave right after and relieve themselves while memorizing all the places you've touched, trying to replicate those same sensations with their own hand as if you were still there with them.

afab!reader :

Sloane will have tracked your menstrual cycle as they day by day took note of your mood, energy levels, how you walked, how you talked. All of it. They would have a perfect idea of your cycle and even when you were ovulating. On those days in particular they would be even more in your face, hoping that their persistence, their purposeful soft grazes against your needy skin would lead to something more.

[yanderes-galore]

Could you do Cole Cassidy with prompt 40 from your prompt list? Romantic with a GN darling?

(Added bonus if he's taking advantage of an injury during an overwatch mission?)

~♠️

Sure! Plot for this was you got hurt as an Overwatch agent and Cole freaks out... even though he's a retired agent who didn't answer the recall.

Yandere! Cole Cassidy Prompt 40

"Do you really remember nothing? It's me! Your partner!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Amnesia/Taking advantage of amnesiac, Manipulation, Possessive/Protective behavior, Dubious (Forced) relationship.

He's never run to a hospital so fast.

He knows he shouldn't be here. He knows you want nothing to do with him. But... he can't help it.

He nearly had a heart attack when he learned of your accident in battle.

Having answered Overwatch, you had gone on a mission against Null Sector. Cassidy had never wanted you to continue working with them. In fact, your break up had occurred once he tried to get you to quit.

Even after the break up Cassidy had kept tabs on you. He'd watch the news and track any info he could find on you. Honestly, he did such a thing before your relationship too, it's a habit.

He knew you should've quit. It's been quite a while since he's seen himself in a hospital. The bland white walls and smell of disinfectant in the sterile environment greets him as he speaks with the front desk.

Null Sector was and is bad news. Cassidy just knew you'd eventually get yourself into a suicide mission. He hopes you'll understand he was right when he sees you.

He hopes you'll excuse him for visiting, even if you want nothing to do with your ex.

The wait in the elevator was agonizing. He grabs the railing impatiently, tapping his foot before shooting himself out of the cart and looking for your room. He hasn't been able to visit you properly for a long time now.

Your doctors had said you were in a coma for the longest time. Cassidy made it a goal to visit you whenever he could. However, today he rushed over upon hearing some good news... fantastic news, even...

You had woken from your coma.

Cassidy gives a quiet knock on your door before entering the sterile room. His gaze softens when he sees you bandaged on your bed and attached to IVs, listening to your doctor. He can't help but nervously smile before waving to the doctor.

He had simply told your doctors and nurses he was a friend.

Upon noticing his presence, your doctor greets Cassidy before relaying what they've learned and leaving the room. The good news was you were out of your coma and almost recovered. The bad news...

You didn't seem to have many of your memories.

The thought made Cassidy freeze for a moment. In fact, he didn't believe it at first. Surely... Surely that's a mistake, right? There's no way...

"Who are you?"

The simple question that falls from your lips makes his heart sink. The cowboy sits beside your bed, staring down in disbelief. Your innocent question cuts deep... He can't help but blame your job... himself, even.

He should've tried harder. He should've kept you away from that job. He should've kept you with him. He should've...

He pauses, looking into your innocent little eyes. By now you would've screamed at him, told him off. You were supposed to hate him... but you didn't.

His heart beats faster yet he hesitates his next thought. Is... Is this another chance? Did... Did he deserve another chance?

He watches your expectant gaze for a moment longer. This is wrong... He shouldn't do this.... Unfortunately... Cassidy can only think about the fact your work did this to you....

"Do you really remember nothing? It's me! Your partner!" Cassidy finds himself saying, the half truth coated in a honeyed tone. "You hurt yourself pretty bad... Your cowboy was worried for you."

You look at him with surprise and slight hesitation. Then Cassidy sees guilt fall into your gaze as you watch him. The sight makes his heart clench.

"W-We're together...?" You chuckle softly, the sound heavenly in his ears. "How'd I manage to score someone like you...?"

Cassidy didn't bother hiding the blush that came onto his face. He sits there in shock. You were just like when you first met... Just one little lie and you were his again.

"Oh, darling..." Cassidy purrs, leaning forward to touch your cheek. "I assure you, I'm asking the same question. I missed you... can't wait until you get out."

"Where will I go?" You ask him, leaning into his touch. Cassidy can't stop smiling.

"You'll be staying with me, darling. I need to take care of you, now." Cassidy coos, unable to take his hand away. "Can't leave my beloved all on their lonesome...."

Cassidy melts at the sight of your smile. Part of him keeps nagging him that he's taking advantage of you. That soon, you may regain your memories, then you'll hate him even more.

He ignores such thoughts, focused on your gaze on him. You look so full of love. He goes to coo at you but is quickly interrupted.

"Sorry I kept you waiting, then... I love you." You answer, lightly pressing a tired kiss to the back of his hand.

Cassidy... freezes for a long time. His skin feels hot and he quickly ignores any negative thoughts in his psyche. It doesn't matter right now...

You're all that matters.

"I love you too, darling... you have no idea what I'd do for you...." Cassidy whispers, pulling you into a gentle embrace.

It didn't matter how wrong this was for Cassidy...

All he cares about is preventing you from any more harm... you don't need anymore work... just him... only him....

[diejager]

I love your writings so much, I just can't get enough of it!

In Fantasy, where reader was transported into Simon's world, and left pregnant, what if their child got into the same accident as reader and fell into a broken portal that sent the kid to Simon's world, and discovered the truth, placing piece by piece together and found out how they were made. The kid having a hard time choosing between his mom or dad, your choice on what happens when he chooses one of them, or the both of them.

I just can't get enough! You write stuff that's better than any I've ever read before!

I… I’ve been meaning to post Fantasy pt2, but I’m not super proud of it so I’ve been stalling a lot..

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, past rape, forced pregnancy, kidnapping, locked away, isolation, tell me if I missed any.

They thought it was only a rumour, a little tale spun by people to explain their birth. You - their caring and loving mother - had always sang about them being a miracle, a gift that the universe had given you. It made them feel better, made them feel loved and graced, but there was always a growing curiosity, a nagging feeling that grew by every passing year. You always called them “my little miracle” and they never grew out of it, loving the soft lull of your voice and the affectionate tone you used. 

You named them Gwyneth, Tracer had given you the idea, but they often went with Gwyn, a shorter and easier name to say. Gwyn knew you loved them, adored them to the moon despite your busy schedule and life while fighting against Talon and Null Sector, but they’d seen the melancholic stare you gave them when you thought they weren’t looking at you, a sad and despondent gaze. It served to fuel Gwyn’s curiosity, driving them further and further down a hole of mystery and unanswered questions that they just knew you wouldn’t answer. Your pained grimace and slight tremble told them much, the strong and dependable mother that loved them shrinking into themselves and shuddering. It hurt them to see you like that.

That gear malfunction seemed to have sent them elsewhere, away from home and away from you, thrusted into a strange world and lost in the unknown. They were somewhere in England, some place in Manchester from what the maps they found told them, sharing the same street names and landmarks as the Manchester they visited in their world. Yet somehow, somehow, they found a man so familiar with them - suspiciously so - who had frantically asked hundreds of questions about you. 

There was a certain familiarity in the man, but they were apprehensive about how desperate he was, spewing information about himself and your time with him. He’d convinced them enough to make a trip to a military base to have his DNA taken, tested and matched, and Gwyn was… was shocked, they didn’t know if they were simply surprised or terrified. 

If this man - their father - who presented himself as Simon Riley, a dead man, said the truth about how he loved you and cared for you. The stories he shared about your relationship, from the days where he met you at the cafe you worked, your bright and bubbly smile lighting his days, to the lovesick gleam when he continued on to the nights at the bar, drinking and laughing. It sounded all so embellished, prettily drawn to stifle any suspicion from Gwyn, but if Simon was telling the truth, why were you so afraid of telling them who their father was, the way you met him or the time spent by his side?

Perhaps the truth was better left unsaid, left to collect dust and forget, but they had never been one to give up on something, Gwyn was a being of perseverance and curiosity, much like a cat. Maybe it would have saved them the heartache and trauma to uncover something as dark as the locked basement in Simon’s house. Gwyn couldn’t have known, they couldn’t, they simply followed their intuition and everything that Simon had strung up cracked, shattered and fell apart.

It was an… easy decision to make, to leave a broken man who had nearly broken their mother out of desperation and obsessive love, a deep-seated corruption of his being that scared them. Gwyn wanted to return home and embrace you, wrap their arms around your shoulder and sob out their horrible discovery, to apologise for something they hadn’t done but had been the result of. If only Gwyn could find a way back.

[wisteriaiswriting]

Okok recent yandere venture post has me thinking

What if reader managed to run away without Sloan catching them? They get out, and they’re home free. They can finally live freely without the suffocating love of Venture. But then they miss their cute little yandere and end up going back, tripping over themselves to apologize for leaving

Okay I got a little carried away, don’t mind me.

(I love your writing by the way!!)

ℝ𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕠𝕞𝕖

Words: 425

Finally!

After months of planning, gathering, hiding, and doing practically anything possible to try escape Venture. Or as they preferred you call them, Sloane. But now you’ve managed to ditch them, rushing down the empty streets. You weren’t sure if it was lucky or not, encountering no one on any street.

Soon enough you reached your home, only to remember one important detail. You needed your keys, and luckily, Venture wasn’t the best at hiding your belongings. Searching through all your pockets for less than a minute until you found the keyring. Able to get back inside without any more hassels.

Somehow you fell back into your old routine, which became old and boring very quickly. Again. As the months passed, every thought always drifted back to one thing, or rather one person. Sloane.

Groaning as you shook your head, you should not be thinking about them. Not how they kidnapped you, how they spoke so highly of you, how they spent all this time and effort for you to be comfortable in their own home. And in the end, you just… left.

“Fuck!”

Stop thinking about them. Stop thinking about how they’re probably so lonely at home, knowing them, they’ll be crying while turning over everything in case you're still there. Quietly begging for that to be the case, but you knew better.

But did you really?

Life felt perfect with them, except for the whole kidnapping thing. But everything else? It wasn’t something you’d ever accomplish out here, not in such a forgiving world. Unlike in their arms, how they’re warm, comforting and will hold you until you both say so.

Maybe life wasn’t so bad there.

***

Within Sloane’s crys and throwing everything around, they nearly missed the knocking. Nearly. Pausing their movements, waiting for a second knock to know someone was really there. And it happened right after, rushed, as if the person was desperate.

Not bothering to clean up at all before throwing the door open, and being greeted to their wish come true. There you stood, eyes red and cheeks puffy from crying. Even as you tried to wipe away any oncoming tears.

Mumbling apologizes under your breath, all were uneven and wavering but they heard you. But they didn’t care, you returned home! Right back to them, to your partner, your home.

Launching themselves towards you, cradling you in their arms as they swayed side to side. You could hear the muffled sound of them sniffing your hair, but you couldn’t care less right now.

Because you were home.

[yandere-genji]

💟—Desperate—💟

part one

nsfw

TW: noncon, dubcon, abuse, yandere

contains: kidnapping, blood, injuries, fingering, human pet, humiliation

reader is gender neutral

It’s cold. Colder than the gray cement floor. Colder still than Ramattra’s metal plating and what scarce heat reflected from its surface. 

Outside, in some distant world, the sun warmed all it touched. But that was stolen from you. He tossed into this barren room, only being taken out to “play”. An activity that involved anything but fun for you. Ramattra’s idea of play meant whatever satisfied his sadistic flavor of the week, any enjoyment you might derive being nothing short of error.  

You had stopped trying to count the minutes, lost track of the days without the sun. Wherever your family way, you only prayed that they escaped the clutches of his forces, found refuge in some other city. It was the only hope you had, however foolish. There was no energy left in you to contemplate whether death was a worse fate than being reduced to whatever you had been made to be. 

A streak of white light swallowed the room. Repulsed, you shielded yourself, chains shuffling as you moved. Two voices spoke, Rammatra’s robotic hum and another you can scarcely recognize. 

“My,” an omnic voice chided, “What a mess you’ve made. A remarkable visage spoiled by your folly.”

“Shut up and take your reward,” Rammatra spoke, turning away. You adjusted to the light and recognized the other voice as soon as you matched its face. The other omnic that found you that day. The day you were kidnapped. Sleek as you remembered him, in polished steel and a well-tailored suit. 

“Not so fast,” his gaze fixed on you, but not in address, “I have something more in mind.”

“I said,” you flinched as his voice darkened, a sound you had heard at your most vulnerable, “Take your reward. Before I stop feeling so generous.”

“Have some sense. You’ve no mastery in handling delicate things, and what a precious creature you’ve caught. You’d be a fool to let this one go to waste,” he walked towards your withered body. 

“What harm is there to wasting it?” 

You couldn’t help the desperate sobs that erupted through your slitted eyes, praying someone could save you from this hell. Almost as if to answer you, the other omnic bent on his knee and raised to hand to cup your cheek. 

“Don’t fret, dear. I have ways to make your master soften. Just follow my lead, won’t you?”

You kept your gaze low and nodded shallowly. 

“No doubt you’ve fallen for their charms - if your frequent visits to your quarters are any accurate measure. You don’t mean such harsh words.”

“Please,” he scoffed, “I am not nearly as weak as you. Humans bring me no pleasure.”

“And yet,” the omnic hummed, “You keep them displayed like this. What a sight, indeed. Turn over, pet, let me see what your master has done to you.”

Despite your shame, you fulfilled his command, lifting your head and displaying your back to the two omnics. You hear gears turn in an amused purr as his hands examined your recently used body. 

“I want no part in this, Maximilien. I had no intent to lead you here, but you have earned it. So do as you please and then take your leave.”

The smaller omnic - Maximilien - continued to lap around you. He leaning down and whispered in your ear, “Let me show you how much more skilled I am than your little master.”

You knit your brows tight enough to make your head ache and your stomach tensed. You had endured too many nights at Rammatra’s mercy, so much trauma that left you bloody and sore. Hours each day spent on your back, poked and squeezed until his marks colored your flesh a deep purple. A toy to spend his idle time when he needed to relieve himself. And now he was giving you to his friend. 

He seemed already fascinated by the bruises on your body. You can imagine why - the smooth tips of his fingers grazing your tender skin, only to stab at your your nerves just to hear you scream. If he was anything like Ramattra, maybe. What other tortures men like them enjoy, you didn’t want to think about. You would be witness to them soon enough. 

A large, unmistakable clawed hand grabbed your arm and pulled you away. 

“A dangerous taunt from such a small creature,” how surprising it was to hear someone with such a passion for his own people to spit an insult with the same venom you had heard in your own little town. 

“What keen ears you have, dear brother,” Maximilien hummed, “I had hoped you’d have other matters to attend to. Surely more important than this pet of yours.”

He pulled you closer with a strength you feared might severe your arm right then and there. And yet you leaned into him, somehow finding some comfort in his protection. Even if it wasn’t as intended for you as you would’ve liked to think. 

Faint light shone white on Maximilien’s polished loafers, rolling like a pebble with each step he took. Ramattra released you, his shadow shrouding you in darkness. The smaller omnic kneeled, sharp eyes on yours. They burned like flames sunken in his face and fueled your fear. 

But his touch was gentle, delicate fingers grazing your skin. Your breath jumped, skin rose in bumps as his fingers tips traced your shape. He cupped your chin and lowered his gaze. Your chest tightened, metal digit resting on your lip. He pushed further and your body responded before you could choke on the moans that left from your lips. His blazing eyes soften. 

“Beautiful.”

Ramattra’s hand cupped underneath your chin, lifting your head high and you met the gaze of the same stoic face you learned to fear. He reveled in contorting your body in awkward positions. Maximilien tutted in disapproval, “Why don’t we show your master what a lovely pet you can be?”

Your eyes were wet and you fluttered away heavy tears. He must’ve taken that as a sign of approval, running a hand over you back as he returned to examine between your legs. Rammatra knelt. All the hours spent at his disposal kept you alert in his presence, like the primal instinct of prey when being stalked by predator. All too exposed to the two of them, you yelped when you felt Maximilien’s noticeably smaller hand creep up the length of your thigh. 

“Don’t be afraid, dear one,” he cooed, “You’ll be getting very comfortable with me very soon.”

You hushed the urge to cry, swallowing a hiccup, and let him continue massaging your inner thigh, touching closer and close to your most sensitive appendage. His hand cupped the swell of your ass, kneading soft moans out of you. The motions teased you most sensitive parts and numbed your mind at the pleasure. He laughed and shook the meat of your thighs in small, rapid movements that sent vibrated the fat of your lower body. You arched your back, missing the pressure between your legs and Maximilien met your plea with a finger lightly dipping into you but not enough to satisfy. 

“So good for me, such a good toy you are.”

You turned frantic at the praise, like a starved man at a feast, moaning and presenting your aching body to him. Eager for his touch. He laughed again. Music, ecstasy. You could beg if you knew the words. 

His fingers sunk into you, reliving the pain from more uninvited encounters. But the entry was much more bearable when his fingers expertly indulged that spot between your legs. You could find sweet pleasure past all the pain. And you let yourself go, moaning salaciously as your mind went blank with desire. Maximilien played you like a puppet, curling his finger inside you and hitting spots so precisely you become putty in his hands. 

“More,” Ramattra’s deep voice killed you moans and stiffened your body. 

“Not yet,” Maximilien focused, no longer playful, “This is a careful process.”

Maximilien’s nimble touch was forced out of you, leaving you exposed as your sensitive body met with Ramattra’s own, sharp and cold. Not at all the comfort you had just known. His large hands dragged you by your thigh and sat you on his knee. 

“What do you think you’re doing, you damned brute?” you never thought Maximilien could be angry before this moment. 

“You’ve had your fun,” the tips of two metal digits threaten to tear you open, rimming you. 

“Gentle!”

“I’m tired of waiting,” you’re already sobbing, but when his unforgiving fingers force their way through you, you’re screaming. There’s no relief when he pulls back, your body far too sore to recover in such a short amount of time before you’re filled again. His other hand held you still, and you would’ve been perfectly still if he wasn’t gripping you so hard enough to cut through your skin. You’ve learned to stop begging, stop crying for help, it only makes things worse. So you sobbed silently, whimpering when you needed to breathe. Maximilien’s hand fell on your back, trying to rub some sort of comfort into you. It meant nothing.

“You didn’t enjoy that show I put on for you earlier?” he asked. 

“I admit,” he relaxed his fingers, “It was sweet. But I tired quickly of pathetic little touches.”

“If you would have waited you would see that I was getting to that,” Maximilien, too, was losing patience, “Enough of this, you won’t make good on any arrangement if you don’t let me take your pet for myself.”

He stopped, he actually stopped. When he released your limp body, the hard ground felt soft as a pillow. Maximilien took Rammatra’s soiled hand and brought it to your face. 

“Clean your master, show him what a good pet you are.”

You would’ve loved to wrap your lips around Maximilien’s fingers, beg him with your eyes to finish you off. But to show that intimacy with Ramattra? Any sign of vulnerability you showed him he was sure to abuse. You closed your eyes tightly, tongue settling at his wet tips and tasting yourself. 

“Eyes up,” Maximilien commanded. 

That stoic face. Still somehow mocking you as you lapped the wetness, the taste and his gaze making you hold back bile. But you did as you were told, until only your saliva was left to glisten on his clawed hands. 

That didn’t satisfy him for long, he was quick to wrap that same hand around your throat. He didn’t squeeze, but used his grip as leverage to manipulate you. He had you sit on your knees, head up. Maximilien raised a hand to interrupt the process. 

“Still for just a moment and I can give you something you never knew you wanted,” the promise was invited, would’ve been sweeter without Ramattra here. 

Ramattra hummed, thumb playing with your bottom lip. Peering down at you like a toy he was hesitant in sharing. He freed your neck, “I want you pleading for mercy at the end of this.”

If you hadn’t been so worn down, you might’ve fought back, sometimes wished you had the guts to spit a curse at him. Other times you were glad to be quiet. You shifted your gaze, hoping he didn’t notice your whimpering. Maximilien came forward and raked a hand through your hair. His touch was nothing short of delightful and melting into him became an instinct. Finally spoiled after endless abuse. 

“So sweet for me,” he trailed his fingers down your cheek, lifted your chin and tilted it from side to side, “Your master loves to make a show of you, doesn’t he? Lay back.”

Shifting off your knees, you laid down on the thin blanket Rammatra had made your bed. Maximilien held your knees, rubbed circles into them as he watched you display your body for him. 

“You’ve been lovely, darling, but I want to hear more from you,” he moved his hands to the back of your knees, spreading you apart, “A good pet begs.”

“Please,” you stammered in a whisper, not even sure what you’re asking for.

“You’ll have two masters, now. Address me as such,” he continued trailing down your legs, spreading you wider. 

“Yes, master,” the words burned your cheeks in shame and muted anger. You looked away when he dipped his finger at your hole. Now that you’d been primed by Rammatra, there was no need for him to ease himself into you, yet he still kept a slow pace. His other hand steady at your hip, gently messaging you like a lover taking a virgin. You were still tender, but he eased the pain by thumbing over your arousal, messaging you just enough to ignore the sting. 

He heavied the pressure, drawing soft moans from you again. His finger curled and your body sang in tune, stretching your body in bliss. His other hand tightened, squeezing as he built pressure. He released, sent a slap to your exposed ass and you yelped, “I’m not hearing any begging. Brother, come here.”

You let out pleading whimpers as you watched Rammatra approach. His gaze intent on your body, watched as you squirmed and begged at a mere touch. Maximilien pulled away when Rammatra knelt between your legs, holding your knees apart and spreading you wider than you thought possible at this position. 

“Keep the pressure there and do what you were before. You’ll find much better results.”

His fingers filled you again, never just one, while his other hand took Maximilien’s suggestion. Though gentler, he was not as nimble as Maximilien and would too often painfully spear you. But when he hit just the right spot, the satisfaction was almost worth it. 

“Beg. Now.”

He’d made that command to you before, and you cried and screamed to indulge him. Pleas not made in passion, but in fear. He wasn’t your master, he was your tormentor. The last thing you could imagine was him delighting in your pleasure. And you never thought you’d enjoy his touch. That you’d find bliss in begging him. 

“Please, master,” you’re not even sure what it is you’re begging for, but it seemed to do wonders as he had you moaning loudly not long after. He didn’t need to ask again, you’re pleading with him frantically after every moan and by the way he increased to a brutal pace, it’s exactly what he wanted. He inserted another finger, the pain was hot and pricked a tear from your eye - ecstasy. 

He sent a sharp slap to your ass, his strength dwarfing the Maximilien’s touch, while he began to scissor three claws inside of you. Your hands hurried to soothe the pain, stop it somehow but Maximilien caught your wrists and pinned them above your head. You tried for him to find sympathy in your wet eyes, but he kept you still as Rammatra stretched you impossibly full. 

“That’s it, faster,” Maximilien ordered over your panicked, bouncing body with a determined voice. You kicked and squirmed. When Rammatra found just the right spot, the perfect tempo, your body took control. The sensation far too much for you to keep still any longer, so close to release. 

“Yes, faster! Please, please, please,” voice tittering to babbling cries as your master stretched you brutally, his associate pinning you tighter as you came undone. Your mind chased bliss, and every sight is him, your master. 

He can see it, too, that look on your face. Your desperate glances and quaking body, your legs spread wide open for him. You’re his, more than you ever have been before. 

Your ears rang when you came, pain searing your sobering body. His fingers stopped scissoring but were still inside you. Maximilien released his grip and your rolled your wrists, wincing at the raw wounds. When Rammatra removed his fingers, you worried you would never be able to move your legs again. 

He lifted you in his arms, tired and weak. “I will take the pet to my chambers to rest,” he curled his arms and pulled you closer, “I trust you enjoyed your reward. It was well deserved.” 

[dr1lldash]

yandere!venture x reader 2.9k tw: violence, fire, death (not major character), unhealthy relationships

i have never written something like this before, i dunno how to feel about it tbh but i did my best ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

prompts: 3. “no babe, you aren’t weak – i should just be the one protecting you, okay??” + 7. ”i only hurt them because i love you…” (slightly modified)

You didn’t get the chance to meet Sloan until you had already been working with the Wayfinders for a few weeks. You had certainly heard about them, the other members of the Society constantly talking about things they had done in the past, their work ethic, the way they can always light up a room, the ideas they had to unearth artifacts that the others would think lost. You were impressed by them, eager to meet them, but if you could turn back time, you would have left the site before you had a chance to.

You finally got the chance to meet them one night when you and a few other Wayfinders were having a bonfire. The dig was going well, you still had a lot to excavate, but you had made a lot more progress than you usually would have by that time. Part of that was, of course, due to Sloan working overtime, forgoing sleep in order to keep digging alone with only a headlamp to illuminate them. On this particular night, however, they had decided they needed a break, and what better way to get a rest than by roasting hot dogs and marshmallows over an open fire?

It took them a while to notice you. They greeted their friends with a wide smile, showcasing their chipped tooth, taking a skewer and a hot dog and letting it blister before they devoured it. You could hear their laugh from across the firepit, a sound of pure joy that made butterflies erupt in your stomach. You kept an eye on them, entranced by the way the flames danced in their eyes, but quickly turned your head when they looked at you. For a split second before you could react, they made intense eye contact with you, intensifying the feeling in your abdomen. When you gained the courage to stop staring off into the cliffs surrounding you, they had already looked away, now fully engrossed in their conversation.

The smoke blowing in your face was starting to make your eyes water, so you got up, walking towards the tents so you could get a drink out of the cooler. You pulled out a bottle of cold water, slightly wet from the melting ice surrounding it, and sat on top of the cooler in order to enjoy it. You were looking up at the stars, trying your best to find the constellations you know, and you didn’t hear the quiet footsteps approaching you. When an unfamiliar voice behind you asks, “Can I get in there?” you jumped, nearly falling off the cooler.

You quickly turned your head to apologize, but the words got caught in your throat when your eyes met Sloan’s, a lot closer than you had anticipated. They were hunched over, hand already on the cooler, face inches away from yours, if that. You stuttered, not really getting any proper words out, sliding off the cooler and away from them.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” they said as they opened the cooler and grabbed themself a water bottle. “Sorry about that.” You struggled to find the words to respond as they drank quickly.

“No worries,” you eventually managed. “I was just distracted, I didn’t hear you.”

“What were you distracted by?” They crushed the now-empty bottle and shoved it in their pants pocket.

You pointed up. “The stars are a lot clearer out here than I’ve ever seen.”

They looked up, a small smile on their face. “First time I ever really saw the stars was on a dig. You never really get used to it.”

The two of you continued your conversation for what felt like minutes, but the herd of people entering their tents tells you otherwise. Sloan looks at their wrist, to a watch with illuminated numbers wrapped around it. Their eyes widened. “We should, uh, get to our tents. We have to get up to dig in a couple hours.” They turn their wrist so you can see the numbers, telling you that it’s just past three in the morning.

“Shit.” The two of you said your goodbyes and goodnights quickly, rushing to your individual tents to get as much shut-eye as you can.

Morning came too quickly, but your energy levels spiked when you found out Sloan would be joining your field crew. “The director said going out alone could be dangerous, and she doesn’t like me going out as late as I have been. Said we’re a team, we’re supposed to keep an eye on each other and keep each other safe,” they explained.

There were eight people on the crew with them joining, so you’re all able to split off into pairs to excavate certain areas. Sloan had the most experience, and you had the least, so they volunteered to partner with you, to show you the ropes and make sure you’re able to keep up.

You were grateful for their help, knowing that they could work at least twice as fast without you, but they never made you feel like a burden. They slowed their walking pace so you didn’t get exhausted, showed off any artifacts they uncovered and let you try to identify it before they did, even guided you to shady spots they had found in the previous days so you could cool off when the sun beating down on you got to be too much. The two of you talked for most of the day, and by the time the two of you were walking back to the campsite, a half dozen new artifacts in tow, you felt like you understood why everyone liked Sloan so much.

Slowly but surely, over the next few weeks, they started to hang around you more.

The first step, of course, was to go on every dig with you. It was easy enough to convince you that it was necessary, and you were so eager to learn, you never even considered that you weren’t the only new Wayfinder. They started to eat breakfast and dinner with you, only a few times a week to start, but it became every day before you knew it. It made sense, though, right? You eat breakfast together, you go and uncover what you can find, and you talk about it that night. Things started to feel more off when you had a free day and Sloan all but refused to leave your side.

Your plan was to go into town and just look around. Sloan asked if they could tag along, and since you knew they had seen the sights before, you gladly accepted. You followed them around like a puppy for a few hours, listening intently as they told you the history of the town around you and recommended shops and cafes for the two of you to stop by. It was a good day, by all means, but there was a nagging voice in the back of your head telling you that something was wrong.

Sloan bought you lunch, a t-shirt you were eyeing and even a postcard. “I have a whole book of them in my tent, I get one for every dig. I can show you when we get back, if you’d like.”

“Absolutely!” Your eyes were wide with excitement. “How many do you have? How long have you been with the Society?”

They paused. “Not sure how many I have, but I bet it’s over a hundred at this point. I’ve been a Wayfinder for about a decade now.”

“Woah.” You blinked a few times. “That’s…a really long time.”

They smile at you. “Time flies when you’re having fun. It barely feels like it’s been a year sometimes. There’s nothing I’d rather be doing.”

When the two of you left the cafe, the sun was beginning to set. You made your way casually back towards the digsite, but a small shop caught your eye before you left town. “Ooh, one sec, I wanna look in there.”

You turned your head to look at Sloan only to find them glaring at the store, an expression you hadn’t seen on their face since you met. Not when you needed a break after only a few minutes of searching an area, not when an artifact they had been so ecstatic to uncover crumbled to dust in their hands, not even when someone else took the last marshmallow right as they had been reaching for it. Their scowl was gone in an instant as they looked back at you. They glanced at their watch, the numbers starting to glow as the light around you faded.

“It’s kinda late, we should really be getting back.”

“Oh, okay.” Your voice was quieter than you had intended, but if Sloan notices, they don’t say anything. They take your hand in theirs as they keep walking, pulling you away from the store. You convince yourself that you imagined the look on their face, that it was a trick of the shadows due to the setting sun. The look in their eyes was so full of hatred, and there’s no way Sloan has that type of loathing in their heart. You shake your head slightly in an attempt to get rid of the thoughts, and it seems to work.

Then, you’re distracted by the fire engulfing the digsite.

Almost every tent was in flames, a thick smoke covering the area and spiraling up into the night sky. The tents that weren’t in flames were already ash. A wave of heat hit you as you stood still, completely unable to move your legs. Sloan, on the other hand, was immediately in action.

“[Y/N].” They put their hands on either side of your face, forcing you to look in their eyes instead of the chaos a few yards ahead of you. “I need you to stay here.” Their eyes flitted back and forth behind you, taking in your surroundings. “There’s a clearing right over there. Can you stay there for me?”

You shook your head. “I want to help you.”

They pursed their lips. “I don’t know what’s going on, it isn’t safe. Please just trust me on this.” They looked over their shoulder. “I’ll find help, we’ll put the fires out, and everything will be okay, but I need you to be safe first.”

“I can help, I can keep you safe. I’m not weak.”

They let out a sigh, but it didn’t seem exasperated, more concerned. “No, you’re not weak, I don’t think you’re weak, I just…I should be the one protecting you, okay? Please let me do this.”

You nodded, but it felt like admitting defeat to do so. They nodded back, not saying a word as they turned and ran into the inferno.

You manage to stumble a few feet to the clearing, and you fall backwards into some sand. The smoke wasn’t so thick there, you could breathe more comfortably, but you could barely see your hands in your lap. As your brain adjusted to the situation you were now in, you found yourself worried about Sloan. It felt like it had only been a few minutes, but it could have been longer, and the crackling of the fire hadn’t faded at all.

You managed to get to your feet, immediately regretting it as your lungs filled with smoke. You doubled over, coughing loudly, and something knocks the wind out of you as it knocks you to the ground. You felt a considerable pressure on your chest, and as you struggled to breathe you were able to crane your neck to look at it. An armored black boot and a matching pants leg rests on your sternum. You tried to look up, but smoke obscured everything above their thigh. A gun appeared out of seemingly nowhere, and you heard it cock as it pressed to your forehead.

“Straggler, huh?” The voice was slightly muffled, but you could almost hear them laugh as they said it. “Should’ve just stayed wherever you were. Boss said no survivors.”

You wanted to beg for your life, you wanted to scream, you wanted to travel back in time an hour ago and beg Sloan to let you go into that store, just for a few minutes, but everything you wanted to do got caught up in your throat and you were completely unable to make a sound.

“No last words? Pity.” The gun pushed harder into your head, and you felt tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to come to terms with your fate. You squeezed them shut, silently praying for the stranger to make your death quick, when you heard the whir of an excavation drill coming to life behind them. The foot preventing you from breathing felt lighter for a moment before it was completely removed, a loud thud to the side following as you felt something warm spray on your face. Even through the smoke, you could smell the metal.

Blood.

You were borderline hysterical. Now able to breathe, you felt sobs shaking your entire body as you breathed in lungfuls of smoke. The fast, almost painless death you were about to face was ripped away from you, and now, your fate might be much worse. The drills used to destroy packed dirt were anything but gentle. You had heard of people losing fingers, hands, entire limbs due to careless use, but the cracking of bones you had just heard had already been cemented in your brain. You were beginning to panic, wondering why it was taking so long for them to just end you already when you opened your eyes and saw a familiar hand reaching out to you.

Their yellow nail polish was chipped more than it had been earlier and blood trailed up as far as you could see in a spiral pattern, but there was no mistaking Sloan’s hand. “Are you okay?” they asked, coughing as they did. You heard another thud and their other hand reached out to you, equally stained with blood, if not more. Unable to blink, much less move, you stayed limp and allowed them to pick you up.

“Did they hurt you?” The concern in their voice was evident, and it took all of your willpower to force a sound out of your throat.

“No.” They wrapped their arms around you at this, squeezing you tightly.

“I was so worried.” Their head was pressed into your shoulder, muffling their words. You struggled to pick your arms up to match their hug, but you managed. After a moment, they pull away from you, looking into your eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nodded slightly. “Sloan…” your voice trailed off. “Where is everyone else?”

Tears instantly welled in their eyes. “I couldn’t find anyone. I put the fires out but I couldn’t find anyone. There’s so much blood, [Y/N].”

Blood.

You looked down at Sloan’s hand, now resting on your shoulder. The blood was still fresh, and beads of it dripped onto your shirt, staining it. “You killed someone.”

They shook their head. “I didn’t want to. I didn’t know what else to do.” You started to turn your head to look at the body, but everything in your heart screamed at you not to. “I only - I only hurt them because I love you.” Their grip on your shoulder tightens. “I need you to be okay. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You looked into their eyes and you saw that same intense gaze you had seen the first night you met. The butterflies in your stomach returned, but it didn’t feel like such a good thing anymore.

“They almost killed me.”

“I would never let that happen, I swear.” Their wide brown eyes were pleading, and you felt tears welling up in yours once again. One fell from your eye, and as if a dam was broken, you started to sob uncontrollably. Despite the situation lasting less than an hour for you, the stress was overwhelming and your body was finally able to catch up on it. Your chest hurt and you weren’t sure if it was the smoke clouding your lungs or a bruise from the boot that had been crushing them beginning to form.

You barely manage to get the words out. “Sloan,” you choked out between sobs, “they almost killed me.” Without a word, they wrapped you in a hug once again, stroking your hair gently. They held you like that until you were able to calm down, and when your sobbing stopped, they helped you to sit on the ground.

“It was Talon.” You looked at them as they began to explain. “We found something they wanted, and we didn’t give it up fast enough. I don’t know what it was, but they destroyed everything else.”

“What are we going to do?” Your voice was hoarse.

“I’ll contact headquarters. They can pick us up, get us out of here, keep us safe.” Sloan clenched their jaw. “As safe as they can, anyways.”

“Has this happened before?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

Their eyes unfocused for a moment before they blink a few times. “This is a dangerous lifestyle, [Y/N].” You decided to accept their lack of an answer.

“I’m scared, Sloan.”

They leaned over, taking one of your hands in both of theirs. “I’m never going to let anyone hurt you. I just need you to let me protect you, okay?”

You nodded softly. “Okay.”

They brought your hand up to their mouth, pressing a gentle kiss on it. “I won’t let you out of my sight ever again.”

[letternotekisses]

Reinhardt who follows behind you like a guard dog, always at your heels like an oversized puppy. You’re happy to indulge him, finding it sweet - you even curl your hand up to card your fingers through his beard - and he practically purrs in delight.

It’s different for others though, who have to deal with your ‘guard dog.’ You’re oblivious as to why some of the agents you’ve flirted with soon turn tail and run with a horrified expression on their faces, only to turn around to find Reinhardt shrugging with the same confused expression you had.

They’re terrified of you and you have no idea why. Not even when you see the way Reinhardt’s hands curl around a gigantic mug of beer and make it seem miniature, not even when he sits in a chair and it practically groans under his weight, not even when he has to duck and squeeze through a doorway.

Especially not even when you (don’t) see him looming behind you, scaring off any potential suitors with a steely glare and a creaking grip on his hammer.

He’s just being friendly, after all.

[lieutenant76]

Jack…I’m sorry… you’re even my namesake. I SWEAR I DIDNT MEAN TO LEAVE YOU.

[the-grimm-writer]

ok for my commissioned fic, i would like junkrat capturing reader with the line “aw, did a TRAP getcha?” aaaaaand noncon, you know what i like, make it painful, slapping, choking the 9 yards :) and a special guest appearance by roadhod is always appreciated :) thank you queen

Ehehehe silly honey forgot to add the reader's trying to escape <33

Tw: Junkrat. Noncon, degradation, slapping, hair pulling, choking.

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The sound of psychotic laughter rang in your ears as you ran . Your heart racing in your chest as you didn't dare to look behind you, knowing the man was right behind you the moment you ran out of the house.

Running down the secluded landscape, you screamed as an explosion rumbled under your feet, barely jumping out of the way in time before the ground cracked open. The mini bomb he'd planted going off with a small bang as fire quickly erupted from it.

The force of it pushed you forward, causing you to yelp as you hit the ground hard. The bomb wasn't enough to kill you, but it was definitely enough to get the message he was sending you across.

You groan in pain, but you still try to push yourself up. Knowing what was going to happen would be much worse if Junkrat caught you.

Just as you were about to get up, you cried out as a foot collided with your side, making you fall back down. You looked up to your captor, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

"Aw, did a TRAP get ya?" he pouted. But it didn't reach his eyes as he grabbed your arm and pulled you up. You could see the twisted delight in them. "Ya poor thing. But you broke the rules. And what am I if not a man of my words?"

"Fuck you!" You spat at him. He just responded with a tut, shaking his head before he raised his hand up and slapped you.

"Such a filthy mouth." He laughed, his eyes glinting with malice as he taunted you before a grimy hand curled around your hair and pulled you forward. "Now let's get back inside, on you go."

You struggled against him as he dragged you back by your hair, screaming and swearing, digging your shoes into the ground. You didn't even care if you possibly set off another trap. All you wanted was to get away from him.

But of course, your prayers were never answered. He pushed open the door and threw you inside, making you hit the floor like you were a rag doll, not even bothering to get you into the bedroom like he usually did.

You tried pushing yourself away, but he was much faster, pouncing on top of you as he started to rip off your clothes.

You screamed despite knowing there was nobody around to save you. And your screams were only met with more laughter as he left you vulnerable, slapping you whenever you got too rowdy and tried shoving him away from you.

"Such a pretty sight." He smirked as your clothes were a tathered mess as he pushed himself up just to push his pants down, pulling out his thick cock. He gave it a stroke before lining himself up with your pussy.

You tried sitting up, your eyes going wide. "Please, I'm sorry! I'm not ready!"

Junkrat smirked, not saying anything in response. Instead, he wrapped his hand around your neck and pushed you back down, shoving as much of himself as he could into you.

He moaned loudly, your tight pussy clenching down on him as he squeezed your neck. You weren't prepared, which made it a little harder for him, but that didn't stop him. Pulling back and brutally thrusting into you until he was balls deep inside you.

Taking a look at you, he grinned, realizing his cock wasn't the only thing making you panic. He'd been gripping a little too hard, realizing you could barely breathe as he choked you.

"Does that hurt?" He tilted his head, amused as your hands clawed at his wrist, trying to escape the grip he had around you, softening so you could let out a gasp.

You whimpered, nodding your head as his hand tightened around your throat as he thrusted into you.

"Awe, well, that's too bad." He chuckled darkly, enjoying the flushed look on your face each time he took your breath away as he ruthlessly pounded into you. "I'm not stopping until I'm done with ya."

Your soft cries were like music to his ears wach time the tip of his cock hit your cervix like he was trying to break it. No longer screaming and swearing at him like a little brat. His grunts were louder, not hiding how good you made him feel.

He was shameless in that way, not hiding how much pressure it gave him to hurt you like this. To have total control over you. Like he always wanted.

With a shutter, he slowly stopped, pushing as deep into you as possible as he came hard. Thick hot cum flooding your insides as darkspots filled your vision.

"Maybe I did get a little too carried away." He chuckled as he finally let go and stood up, putting his cock away and pulling up his pants. "Sorry, love."

Shakily, you let Junkrat pull you up, cum dripping down you thighs as you stood up. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. You flinched, hating when he was intimate more than when he was hurting you. He just gently rocked you back and forth, cooing at you lovingly until there was a knock on the door.

You paused for a moment, your breath hitching in your throat as the door opened and a large man stepped into the house, reeking of bad intentions.

His grin widened, wrapping his arms around your aching body and pulling you in close. "Oh? Did I forget to mention I have an old friend stopping by?" He cackled as he watched Roadhog slowly stalking towards you. "Aren't I nice? I got you all warmed up for the real punishment."

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welcome to charlie is FUCKING INSANE featuring yandere venture

[yanderes-galore]

here's a Mauga request <3 Could you do a short of him with a darling who's a soldier of overwatch? I just love the idea of him having something he wants being out of his reach but he keeps getting teasing glimpses of it on the battle field. Thanks in advanced!

Imagine just trying to do your job, only for Talon's infamous tank to take interest...

Treat

Yandere! Mauga Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Violence, Blood, Licking of blood, Implied forced "relationship".

You're such a tease to him... like a dog to meat.

It's so difficult for Mauga to not just pounce on you any chance he gets. You're just so small compared to him. Despite that, you're so agile in your field that you can take on big targets....

It irritates him that you have to look to tantalizing... but be with Overwatch.

He scoffs, Overwatch.... That team should've been long extinct ever since what happened with Blackwatch. But, no, instead they're back up and running due to Talon and Null Sector.

You're a new agent for the hero team, already making your presence known to the world. People see you and the rest of Overwatch as heroes. Mauga always sees you on TV... always sees you in the battlefield...

But he never gets a damn taste.

He bets you don't even know how much you tempt him. He already knows as part of Overwatch you hate his guts. You know all about him due to his files.

That's fine... He's done his own research.

He remembers the first time you fought. You ran circles around him due to your smaller figure. He could easily pick you up from the ground... but he's always been one for a little fun.

You had attempted to run past him to save some civilians, but Mauga quickly blocked your way. He found how desperate you were adorable. It was so satisfying to have you trapped in his arms, cornered like prey before him. He really wanted to continue playing such games... yet he got orders to head back to base.

He was irritated the whole day after that.

Now, ever since your close encounter, Mauga has craved you. He wants to corner you again. He wants to hold you and never let go. He's real damn tired of being teased by you.

Your luck was bound to run out....

It was yet another mission and Mauga knew you'd be there. He was adamant on going there, claiming to Talon they needed his guns. Mauga may like to play games... but he's getting tired.

You stroll through the battlefield, taking down Talon agents whenever you can. You expect it to be an easy mission. Just storm some known Talon territory, track down a base of operations... You even got in the base and was doing some decent damage.

Only for you to hear heavy footsteps.

"Talofa! Been awhile, hasn't it?" Mauga chuckles, his large frame stalking close to you. You gasp, holding up your weapon with a glare. You... can't afford to fight him like this.

You're too close.

"Aww... is the little mouse scared of the big bad cat?" Mauga muses, seeing the way your weapon trembles in your grasp. "You shouldn't be so scared... I missed our time together! You telling me you don't feel the same, teuila?"

You back up, but Mauga is quick to close the distance. You let off a few shots but Mauga just laughs. He's experienced much worse....

"Don't you want to take me in? Take me down like Overwatch said you should?" Mauga laughs, smacking the assault rifle out of your hands with one of his large chain guns, "Don't start fights you can't finish, love!"

You yelp when Mauga knocks you to the ground with ease. Oh, to him it's so satisfying to finally have you. He's been waiting too damn long, he always gets what he wants.

He's tired of you being just out of his reach.

"Are you trying to be a little carrot on the stick for me, dear?" Mauga muses, tossing his guns to the side momentarily to pin you to a nearby wall with ease. "You're so cruel...."

You struggle against his tight grip, yet his grip doesn't allow much room to move. Mauga merely chuckles, gripping your sides. His gaze travels up and down your form, a grin on his face.

"Ohh... Someone's bleeding." Mauga hums, using a thick finger to wipe the top of your head. It appears he was too harsh... you're fragile.

You watch as Mauga admires the slick red liquid on his finger. He glances at you with a dark gaze before licking the digit clean with a smirk. You grimace when he hums in pleasure.

"You taste good... like a treat...." Mauga hums, "Always knew you'd taste sweet...."

"Please! Please, let me go... I won't say a word...!" You plead, which makes Mauga howl in laughter.

"What...? Scared because your intel said nothing about me? That I wasn't meant to be here..." Mauga sighs, squeezing you in his grip. He looks irritated for a moment before responding again.

"I had a friend tell me all about you. I've been hunting you, teuila..." Mauga admits, using a hand to tilt your head up.

You struggle against the grip on your chin, yet Mauga prevents you from pulling back by holding the back of your head. As of now... you're a ragdoll in his arms. Weak, pliable...

Prey.

"You still think I'm going to let you go?" Mauga chuckles, seeing the desperate look in your eyes. "Well... Maybe... Maybe I will... but, for now..."

Mauga pulls you closer, lips ghosting over your own. Your breath hitches in fear... which only makes Mauga more eager. He's wanted this.

He's wanted you for so long...

"For now, won't you allow me more of a taste...? Then... maybe I'll let you go...."

He isn't going to let you go regardless of what you do... not when he finally has you to himself.