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5eraphim · 1 year ago

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Can I request a oneshot of nsfw yandere sniper x s/o with a predator/prey kink. ;)

Uh, so this one went in a super weird direction- but like, Sniper is sososo hard to write for! I'm sorry if this isn't quite what you were looking for, but I tried my best to incorporate the prompt, while twisting it into something fun to write. Sniper isn't my cup of tea, but with this dynamic- („ᵕᴗᵕ„) I've wanted to write something a little exophilic forever, and this request seemed like an apt enough place to do it! I hope you're ok with the odd way this turned out, and I really hope you enjoy!

In this story Reader is a hunter hired to poach a wild beast terrorizing a local's livestock. But when face to face with the monster their roles reverse and Reader has to try and escape becoming Sniper's newest prey.

Title: Poacher's Pride

Character: Werewolf!Sniper 🦘 (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: X (MINORS DNI- YOU KNOW THIS AINT FOR YOU)

Content Warnings: Dub-con, exophilia, mild terato, Dark!Sniper, werewolf, breeding kink, angst-y ending, stalking, yandere, possessive behavior, mates, size difference, forced cuddling/intimacy

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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yanderes-galore · 5 months ago

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Yandere Red Sniper with a Blu Spy Darling concept?

Ah yes, Sniper likes a partner who can just kill him. (literally). Sorry it isn't that long, that was mostly just me spilling thoughts on the idea like most of my concept. There isn't much plot-wise. Don't worry, you don't get jarate thrown at you (THANKFULLY).

Yandere! RED Sniper with BLU Spy! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Enemies to one-sided lovers, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Sadism, Slight stalking, Threats. Dubious relationship.

Everyone knows an infamous pair in TF2 is Sniper and Spy when it comes to playing the game.

Snipers often fall victim to spies in the game due to getting tunnel vision from their scope.

So the dynamic between Sniper and a darling actively trying to kill him is funny to think about.

Especially if it only seems to make him fall even more in love with his obsession.

You, as a spy, have one job.

Take out the enemy group and aid your own team with the objective.

You're normally very skilled at taking out your targets.

Then you met the RED team's Sniper.

He's usually calm, quiet, collected, focused...

But you also catch him off guard.

The dynamic between you two is very... strange to put it simply.

At first you start as enemies.

Sniper knows damn well you seek him out and he knows the reason.

You want to kill him, and at first the feelings are mutual.

This is about the only time any feelings between you two are mutual.

Although, in true spy fashion, you end up flirting with your target...

Something that no doubt seals your fate.

Your attempts to kill one another make you see each other often.

Soon it becomes routine.

Sniper already knows to keep an eye out for your decloaking, he already expects you.

Even to the point of greeting you before you two fight.

Out of all the classes on both of your teams, you two have the strangest dynamic.

Especially when Sniper starts viewing it in a different light.

It takes you beyond off guard when Sniper attempts something new during your little "meetings".

Flirting... He tries flirting with an arrogant little grin just to see you falter.

The feeling is not mutual.

You're here to kill him.

Meanwhile he's here falling for his potential murderer (or if respawns exist, someone who he killed him countless times).

He finds it amusing how you look at him when he flirts with you.

You find it downright odd and perhaps even uncomfortable when your target tries to seduce you.

Granted... you're a master of seduction... but when you flirt back you do it just to make him drop his guard.

Sniper no doubt either thinks you reciprocate his feelings or knows you don't and messes with you anyways.

Even if you try to kill him, he still manages to find it... pleasing?

The pain means nothing to him as long as you do it.

Sniper would no doubt swap your roles as his obsession grows.

You may think you're playing hunter, you aren't.

No, as time goes on you become the hunted, not Sniper.

Sniper knows well how to deal with spies.

To the point he may even start wearing the Razorback to dissuade you just enough to speak to you.

Normally he'd like to watch you through his scope... but you're just about always cloaked.

That doesn't stop him from trying, however...

You only decloak around other teammates, only then can he watch you.

Sniper even gets better at seeing through your disguises.

Aww, trying to pretend you're someone you're not to kill him?

That disguise and attempt is quickly gast aside when he pins you.

You become less and less of a threat the more Sniper learns to read you.

Soon he's reading you before you have time to react, pinning you to a wall with his kukri at your neck.

You see, Sniper's always been a hunter.

You may think you're so skilled at the work of assassination, well, he is too.

He knows about you enough to read you, to show you he's the hunter here.

You, as a spy, are no longer a threat.

Sniper can't help but grin when he sees you against the wall, unsure what exactly to do now that he's caught you.

He's a sadistic man, especially when it comes to you...

You've teased him enough with your encounters, always flirting just to shove a knife into his back.

Jokes on you, he's prepared now.

Now you're the one in danger, you're the one at his mercy.

"Oh, love... I think it's about time we had ourselves a genuine little chat. You have no clue how much I crave you when I see you...."

It's all an odd turn of events.

Your target is completely infatuated with you, not afraid in the slightest.

No, instead he holds a sadistic glint in his eyes as he eyes you up and down.

He's never wanted someone more in his damn life.

"I've always found our little games cute... you're a cute little thing, really. You try so hard to kill me, even playing with my feelings. You really know how to play a man, don't you?"

Your little flirtatious game of murder was no doubt going to have some consequences.

By the peak of his obsession, Sniper is deeply in love.

He doesn't mind if you want to play your little sadistic games, as long as it's with him.

Yes, an odd thing about Sniper is the fact he probably gets jealous when your target is anyone else.

He's so obsessed with your flirtation that he finds himself jealous of you trying to attack others.

He's sick in the head, that much is obvious.

Sniper likes having you under his control.

It pleases him to see you powerless before him, completely at his mercy.

All so he can kiss you, murmuring about how much he's fallen for you.

While Snipers are typically the ones who fall victim to Spies...

It appears the tables have turned for you.

"Surely you feel the same, yeah? I can tell you do... you enjoy this game just as much as me, love. No need to hide it."

#yandere team fortress 2 #yandere tf2 #yandere tf2 sniper #yandere red sniper

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popawritter12 · 8 months ago

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Amo tus escritos! Estaba buscando algo así desde hace mucho.

Quería preguntarte- ¿A qué yanderes les importaría tu consentimiento y a quienes no?

Si te hace sentir incómodx escribir algo así, puedes ignorarme.

Author's note: Anon, ¿puedo decirte que te amo?

ADORO ESTA IDEA, Y SIEMPRE LA QUISE HACER PERO NO ENCONTRABA UN BUEN CONTEXTO, PERO ¿EL CONSENTIMIENTO? DIOS QUE BUENA IDEA.

/english: Anon, can I tell you that I love you?

I LOVE THIS IDEA, AND I ALWAYS WANTED TO DO IT BUT I DIDN'T FIND A GOOD CONTEXT, BUT CONSENT? GOD WHAT A GOOD IDEA.

Also, thank you so much for your very original request <3<3<3!!!

So, with your amazing idea, let me open a new series of posts that I have long needed to do.

It will be called

“In each situation, how would this Yandere react?”

In this case, let's start with 5 archetypes: -Is not interested in your consent. -It's important, but in an extreme case may not need it. -Thinks it is important only in sex. -Without your consent doesn't even touch you with a stick. -Does not understand what consent is

And, since you didn't specify which fandom, I'm going to list some of the ones I'm in! <3

Let's start with the soft.

Without your consent doesn't even touch you with a stick.

League of Legends

Alistar, Bardo, Blitzcrank, Braum, Ivern, Kalista, Kassadin, Maokai, Nautilus, Rakan, Shen, Soraka, Taric, Wukong, Yone, Karma.

Kengan Ashura

Yoshinari Karo, Haruo Kono, Jun Sekibayashi (<3<3), Mikazuchi Rei, Mokichi Robinson, Suekichi Kaneda, Agito Kanoh.

Stardew Valley

Krobus, Willy, Linus.

Team Fortress 2

Engineer.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Erina, Jonathan Joestar, Speedwagon, William Zeppelin.

Part 2: Smokey, Wamu.

Part 3: Joseph Joestar

Part 4: Tonio, Reimi Sugimoto, Koichi,

Part 5: Doppio.

Part 6: Foo Fighters

Part 7:Lucy Steel.

Demon Slayer

Ozaki, Genya, Nezuko, Mitsuri, Tanjiro, Gyutaro, Gyomei, Tamayo and Yushiro

TMNT: MM

Mikey (<3) April.

Mortal Kombat 1

Liu Kang, Geras, Smoke, Baraka, Asharh,

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

BladeWolf.

Thinks it is important only in sex

League of Legends

Akshan, Aphelios, Camille, Ekko, Ezreal, Darius, Hwei, Illaoi, K'sante, Leona, Nilah, Pantheon, Pyke, Riven, Ryze, Yoeick, Yasuo, Xhin Zhao, Sarah Fortune, Taliyah, Ornn, Tryndamere, Nami, Janna, Kai'sa, Kindred (sheep), Senna, Udyr, Varus, Garen, Lee Sin, Master Yi.

Kengan Ashura

Kaolan Wongsawat, Saw Paing Yoroizuka, Gensai Kuroki, Ryo Inaba, Seishu Akoya, Takeru Kiohzan, Jerry Tyson, Niko Tokita, Adam Dudley, Ren Nikaido, Takeshi Wakatsuki, Ryo Himuro, Marvelous Seki, and Ichiro Nakata.

Stardew Valley

Maru, Emily, Marnie, Sandy, Caroline, Harvey, Robin, Marlon, Rasmodius, Clint.

Team Fortress 2

Heavy, Scout, Soldier and Spy.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 2: Lisa Lisa, Joseph Joestar,

Part 3: Kakyoin, Avdol, N'doul, Mariah, Hol Horse.

Part 4: Shigechi, Jotaro, Okuyasu.

Part 5: Bucciarati, Giorno, Fugo, Risotto Nero, Pesci, Trish Una, Squalo, Tiziano

Part 6: Hermes, Weather Report.

Part 7. Gyro, Hot Pants, Funny Valentine, Pocoloco.

Demon Slayer

Giyu, Yorichi, Kyojuro, Urokodaki, Kanae, Kagaya Ubayashiki, Kanao, Muichiro, Obanai, Akaza, Sabito, Murata.

TMNT MM

Leonardo and Donatello.

Mortal Kombat 1

Kung Lao, Raiden, Syzoth, Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Sindel, Li Mei,

Metal Gear Rising

Armstrong, Boris, Sam, Raiden, Courtney, Kevin.

It is important, but in an extreme case could “forget” about it

League of Legends

Ahri, Akali, Azir, Caitlyn, Fiora, Irelia, Jarvan IV, Jayce, Kayle, Kayn, Morgana, Quinn, Rell, Sett, Shyvana, Sona, Swain, Sylas, Twisted Fate, Luxana, Vayne, Victor, Xayah, Zeri, Alune, Olaf, Seraphine, Ashe, Diana, Lucian, Nasus, Sivir, Talon.

Kengan Ashura

Cosmo Imai, Tokita Ohma, Muteba Gizenga, Sen Hatsumi, Naoya Ohkubo, Keizaro Sawada, Julius Reinhold, Sen Hatsumi,

Stardew Valley

Abigail, Alex, Elliot, Gunther, Haley, Leah, Kent, Jody, Penny, Sebastian, Sam and Shane.

Team Fortress 2

Demoman and Sniper.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Straizo.

Part 2: Stroheim, Esidisi. Caesar Zeppelin

Part 3: Polnareff, Jotaro, Vanilla Ice.

Part 4: Josuke, Yuya Fungami, Rohan,

Part 5: Mista, Ghiaccio, Narancia, Abaccio, Prosciutto.

Part 6: Anasui, Jolyne, Pucci.

Part 7: Dio, Jhonny Joestar.

Demon Slayer

Zenitsu, Kokushibo, Sanemi, Uzui, Daki, Shinjuro.

TMNTMM

Raphael.

Mortal Kombat 1

Kitana, Mileena, Kuai Liang and Rain.

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

Sundower, Moonson.

Is not interested in your consent

League of Legends

Aatrox, Bel'veth, Brand, Cassiopeia, Draven, Elise, Evelynn, Gangplank, Graves, Jhin, Katarina, KKhartus, Le Blanc, Lissandra, Mordekaiser, Nidalee, Quiyana, Renata Glasc, Renekton, Sejuani, Singed, Syndra, Thresh, Urgot, Vi, Virgo, Vladimir, Xerath, Zyra, Tham Kench, Malzahar.

Kengan Ashura

Karla Kure, Raian Kure, Setsuna Kiryu, Hajime Hanafusa and Yohei Bando.

Stardew Valley

Mr. Qi and Morris.

Team Fortress 2

Medic.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Dio .

Part 2: Kars.

Part 3: Dio, Mariah, D'Arby,

Part 4: Yoshikage Kira, Yukako, Akira Otoishi,

Part 5: Cioccolata, Melone, Formaggio, Illuso.

Demon Slayer

Douma, Enmu, Muzan, Shinobu, Gyokko, Hantengu, Sekido, Karaku, Urogi, Zobakuten, Uzami, Nakime and Kaigaku,

TMNTMM

(none)

Mortal Kombat 1

Bi Han, Shao Kang, Quan Chi, Shang Tsung, Nitara, Reiko and Havik.

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

Mistral

Don't know the concept of consent

League of Legends

Briar, Dr.Mundo, Galio, Gwen, Hecarim, Jinx, Lillia, Neeko, Orianna, Rek'sai, Rengar, Shaco, Sion, Skarner, Trundle, Vel'koz, Volibear, Warwick, Zac, Aurelion Sol.

Kengan Ashura

(none)

Stardew Valley

(none)

Team Fortress 2

(none)

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 2: Santana.

Part 4: Mikitaka.

Part 5:Secco.

Demon Slayer

Inosuke,

TMNTMM

(none)

Mortal Kombat 1

(none)

CON ESTO TERMINAMOS

Fue hermoso, espero que les haya gustado leer esta pequeña lista salida d mi creatividad y del pedido de este anon ;)

/ english

WITH THIS WE END

It was beautiful, I hope you liked reading this little list from my creativity and this anon's request ;)

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dark-side-blog3 · 6 months ago

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not really a request! just saw ur tf2 post and uhhh about went a lil feral at the mention that u may consider writing for the characters? 👉👈 love ur content so much pls pls if u choose to write for tf2 i will be in ur debt- 🙏

no pressure tho pls write what u wanna! love ur blog!!!

I really like the idea of the power imbalance that could come from a victim who can't use the respawn machine; especially if everyone else on the base can. The isolation that comes with being a new member of the team that already has years of chemistry, knowing that assassins don't exactly get an HR for interpersonal conflicts on the job site, anyway. You're more vulnerable, socially and physically. If a Pyro decides to light you up, you're permanently dead. Even if you manage to kill someone, they'll just come back a few minutes later.

Maybe Medic or Engineer saying it will only take a week or two until your respawn is available (and "delaying" it more and more, simply because it's funny to watch). Pauling calling you and saying they're not planning to give you respawn until you manage a higher killstreak.

Everyone in the base is a sadist. They probably don't even like you, let alone feel deeper emotions when they all nearly kill you during off hours.

It's probably only after months of constant near misses that one of the members starts to think of just how far they could take your desire to stay alive. Your respawns still not up, so you're not in a position to say no...

OR, for your consideration: someone on the other team realizing you don't have a respawn because there isn't a version of you on their team. Spy is probably the first to pick up on this (maybe Medic is a close second) since keeping a level head and multitasking is his job description. He knows you're vulnerable. And then it just becomes fun to try to single you out every round.

#i say a pyro because a pyro on enemy team is just as likely to kill you as a pyro that IS on your team #also all other enemy classes probably figure out you don't have a respawn when you start scrounging around for healthkits and trying to pul #sneak attacks despite not being able to disguise yourself #or if you're a wuss and ask for an early ceasefire. you haven't even died once! and then it clicks #tbh you should fear open spaces more than anything. sniper might not get the memo and your story ends abruptly... ^^;#dude isekaiied tf2? like you know its a game and they have in lore explanations for everything but you try using skills you see in letsplay #in the matches and everyone looks at you like WTF are you doing. Heavy refuses to give you a sandwich. You try mimicking spys mask #and it doesn't even work. Get bullied for weeks. STEAL one of his disguises tho... Now we're talking #while we are at it #just steal a shit ton of stuff off dead bodies. looting for the win #yandere tf2 #yandere team fortress 2

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slowlyshamelesscolor · 2 years ago

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Yandere TF2 Pyro Headcanons

Content warning: unhealthy relationships, murder, gore, kidnapping

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT ⚰️🕊

Pyro strikes me as an obsessed yandere.

You were the team's newest doctor; you weren't afraid of Pyro since you'd seen scarier things, and unfortunately, you and the engineer were the only ones who understood him, which drove Pyro to become fascinated with you.

Unfortunately, Pyro has no idea he's harming people; he believes he's helping everyone, but in reality, he's murdering people because, as you know, Pyro's vision causes you to see crazy shit, but that doesn't imply Pyro's going to injure you.

If someone flirts with you, you can bet they'll be discovered burnt to a crisp, and if someone talks to you way too much, they'll also be burnt to a crisp.

Because of you, he will soon go insane.

If you refuse him, he will abduct you and lock you in his house, bringing you weird things like confetti that isn't truly confetti; it's someone's guts.

Credits:

Team Fortress belongs to Valve I don't own the game or the images

#yandere tf2 #yandere team fortress 2 #yandere tf2 x reader #yandere team fortress #yandere team fortress x reader #yandere pyro

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theyanderespecialist · 2 years ago

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Wholesome Obsession (Scenario) Sniper X Sweet Little Darling Future Wife (TF2)

#Yandere #YandereSniper #YandereTeamFortress2 #YandereTF2 #YandereScenario #Scenario #TF2 #TF2Sniper #Sniper #SniperXReader #TeamFortress2Sniper #FemaleReader

[Hello My Sexy Muffins, and here we are, My goal for 2023 is to get a lot of my old requests done, so here I am with another one, this one is from Team Fortress 1 and is Sniper. So yes please enjoy this!]

(Sniper) (Choosing A Bride)

(Sinper's POV)

Fucking hell, Ma and Dad are on my arse about having kids. So I finally decided to "Settle down" and have a family. I thought this would be easy, but boy was I wrong. Finding a good wife who will not ask too many questions, be a good match for me, and be willing to work with my hours... yeah this was not a walk in the park. I hunted down people over a year that were easier than this! I go to the bar to get a drink. Bugger, I am going to have to disappoint Ma again.

"Excuse me, can I get directions?" I hear a sweet voice says and turn to see a beautiful woman looking at the bartender. She had bags and a smile on her face she sounded like she was from (the place you grew up)

Sniper's heart began to race and he feels his palms becoming sweaty. Shit.

"Looks like you going a far way out, you might want to grab something to eat there, sheila." The bartender said and she nodded sitting down and looking at the chalkboard menu.

"You want any suggestions?" I ask her not even thinking.

She looked at me, a smile on her face that almost knocked me to my feet.

"Oh, that would be wonderful." She says. "I am (Name)."

She holds out her hand and I shake it. She was smaller than me and I did not want to let go- What the hell is wrong with me!?! We ended up eating together and sitting there talking. She just moved here for the summer and I decided to give her a ride in my van.

She thanked me and we headed out. Luckily enough she was renting the place next to my parents. I smile and helped her carry her bags. I do not know what she has done to me but I wanted her. That night I lay awake thinking about her. Only to get up at four no sleep and drink a pot of coffee.

It is her, she is the one! I ended up researching the shit out of her. She was beyond sweet and cute and loving and honestly, she was the perfect match for me. Not the perfect wife, but the more I learned about her the more I wanted her. I will have her as my wife. I just have to make her love me or get her to agree to marry me. I got to make a plan.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy, my sexy muffins!]

#yandere #yandere sniper #yandere team fortress 2 #yandere tf2 #yandere scenarios #scenarios #tf2 #tf2 sniper #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 sniper #sniper #sniper x reader #reader #female reader

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jermer10 · 2 months ago

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i couldn’t exactly find out if your requests were open or not, so feel free to ignore this if they are but can you do a platonic yandere heavy or medic x reader ?

TF2 platonic yandere mercs hcs

gn reader | thanks for the ask anon!

tw: yandere behaviours includes: heavy, medic

drabbles under the cut :P

Heavy: - Heavy’s love for you comes in the form of an overwhelming need to protect you at all costs - no one is allowed near you unless they pass his strict approval - Even if you don’t see him, Heavy always knows where you are and what you’re doing - He's is always close, and his imposing size makes it impossible to escape his presence - He’s convinced that only he can keep you safe from the dangers of the world, including his own teammates - While Heavy doesn’t resort to violence with you, he isn’t above using his presence and tone to scare anyone he perceives as a threat to your safety or well-being - He believes it’s his duty to take care of all your needs, from food to shelter, ensuring you never have to rely on anyone but him - He won’t outright forbid you from doing things, but he’ll make you feel like you should always stay close to him - “You are safest with Heavy,” he’ll say in that deep, soothing voice, slowly making you doubt your own independence

Medic: - Medic views you as his most prized subject, and that curiosity bleeds into every interaction - he constantly monitors your health, both mentally and physically, often conducting “checkups” on you without asking - You’ll find yourself waking up to him taking your blood pressure or measuring your heart rate, always under the guise of caring for you - Medic wants to know everything about you - your habits, thoughts, and feelings - If he feels someone is negatively influencing you, Medic won’t hesitate to interfere, he'll secretly administer a sedative or concoct a reason to separate you from them - always believing it’s for your own good - He’ll often pull you aside to help with his experiments or keep you occupied under the pretense that he needs your assistance (in reality he just doesn't want you spending time with anyone else) - If you ever express discomfort or try to distance yourself, Medic will make you feel like you’re being ungrateful for his “care” - he’ll remind you how much he’s done for you and how lost you’d be without his medical expertise - He might become desperate, reassuring you with unsettling intensity, “No one cares for you like I do.”

#ask #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 imagines #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #jermer10 #tf2 heavy #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 medic #tf2 medic x reader #yandere

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awkward-writes-shit · 21 days ago

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Yandere Medic (TF2) headcannons

I feel like Medic is an possessive / sadistic Yandere.

Possessive from the fact that he would absolutely attempt to Pocket Medic you (Most likely trying to syringe gun anyone getting a little too close for his comfort.) and sadistic because he would find the idea of you covered in blood or your organs visible absolutely arousing.

Totally inserted a tracker into one of your organs during a surgery. It’s just to keep you safe. That’s all he wants…

Spoiler alert, it’s not.

His ‘gifts’ would probably be random organs, (he won’t tell you whose) or he removes yours and just rants about how beautiful they are before either placing them in a jar or carefully placing them back. (It’s usually the first option.)

This fucker absolutely loves watching you sleep. Feeds his delusional ass about keeping you safe.

#1 Yapper to his doves or the spy head about you. Physically cannot shut up about you.

Most likely has a journal about you. Favourite colour, food, clothes, internal organs, your blood type, possible kinks, your schedule, people you like, a kill list for people you don’t. Just the norm.

If you reciprocate his love, you ain’t leaving. Try to run? Chained up. Tried again? Bye bye legs!

Dude is already convinced you’re married. You’re just a little forgetful! But don’t worry, he’ll love you until you do remember! He’ll never stop loving you… Never…

#medic tf2 #tf2 #medic team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 medic #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 medic x reader #yandere tf2 #medic tf2 x reader #Yandere Medic #Awkward-Writing

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speedingkamori · 4 months ago

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hi!! saw in ur rules u write for yandere content👀 if ur down for it, could you write for yandere scout?? lowkey obsessed w ur jealous fic so maybe you could piggy back off that?? just a though?? thank you !!! -🐌

Bandages | Yandere!Scout x reader

Unofficial sequel to: jealousy

Warnings: obviously yandere (possessiveness, extreme jealousy, anger, maybe a little bit of gaslighting… etc), SLIGHT medic x reader if you squint.., not proof read and probably not very good ;-;

I’m glad someone liked it lolol I mentioned before that I haven’t written anything in foreverrr and am very rusty- especially when it comes to things that aren’t fluff @_@ Also SO so sorry for the wait, genuinely did not mean to take this long ugh </3

Scout was ecstatic- over the moon! Now that you we’re finally his, things we’re starting to look up. For the longest time he was being eaten alive by his own unrequited love, sinking deeper into this sickening feeling he had in his gut every time he saw you- but now you belonged to him! He finally had you!

You’d been together for a little while at this point and he expected this awful feeling to go away once he had settled into your new relationship, but to his surprise it was only getting worse.

He felt his stomach drop anytime he saw you talking with any of the other mercs. The way they patted your back when you did good out on the field, the way you’d laugh when they told some stupid joke. God, it was disgusting.

After a particularly tough mission he watched as the medic pulled you into his office, gently tending to your wounds.

“You’re really banged up…” Medic remarked, a small chuckle slipping from his lips. “Not to worry, you’re in good hands!” He had his usual crazed smile as he tended to you.

Scout couldn’t take it anymore and cleared his throat to announce his presence.

“Is all that really necessary, Doc?” He huffed, leaning in the door way.

Medic was a bit taken aback by his questioning, but before he could answer you stepped in, excited to see your boyfriend after such a hard battle.

“Jer!” You smiled excitedly. “You came to check on me? Do you care about me or something?” You teased as he let himself into medics office, wrapping an arm around a bit too tightly.

“Course I did, I was worried sick. Glad to see you’re holding up okay.” He wasn’t lying entirely. He knew you’d be fine, what really worried him was you being alone with Medic. I’m his mind everyone wanted you to themselves the same way he did, he had to make sure they didn’t try and take you away.

“You ready to get outta here?” He asked the question as if you weren’t receiving medical treatment. You turned back to Medic, giving him a nervous, but sympathetic smile.

He rolled his eyes, sighing at your antics. “Young love.” He remarked. “Ja, I suppose you’re good to go- just take it easy for the next couple days.”

“Thanks, doc!” You jumped down from the desk excitedly. “You’re the best.”

That set something off inside Scout, he clenched his fist tightly as he felt this rage bubbling up inside him. You grabbed his hand, temporarily snapping him out of his trance as you lead him out of the office. The door shut behind you and he stopped in his tracks, his hand slipping from yours.

“Aw- sorry doll, there’s somethin’ I need to talk to Medic about…” he pressed a firm kiss to your temple that seemed to linger a bit longer than normal. “Why don’t you head back to my room and relax a little bit, I’ll meat you there soon alright?”

You smiled up at him, nodding your head as you toddled off. It was pretty late and you were tired, you had 0 issue getting all comfortable in bed.

Once you were out of sight his sweet expression fell as he re-entered the medical wing.

“Hey, Doc.” He spat. “I gotta bone to pick with you.”

Medic looked up from the supplies he was cleaning up. He sighed in annoyance, not wanting to deal with Scouts shenanigans.

“Alright, but make it quick.”

“I don’t like the way you keep feelin’ up my girl.” He hissed. “I see the way you look at her, but she’s with me! So back off.”

Medic couldn’t help but laugh. “You can’t be serious…” he looked down at Scout, seeing the anger in his eyes, he sighed again and rested his hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “Look, I understand, you are jealous and insecure-“

Scout slapped his hand away, grabbing him by the collar.

“This ain’t about me! This is about you.” He snarled. “I’m tellin’ you nicely to back off, this’ll be your only warning. Don’t make me get ugly.”

“Du bist ein verlorener Fall…” Medic pushed Scout off, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Alright, fine. I’ll- I’ll back off.” He wasn’t taking Scout very seriously at all but he was honestly too tired to deal with any of this. Despite this, this was a satisfactory answer for Scout and he seemed to let up a bit.

“Glad we have an understanding…” he huffed. Without another word he turned and left quick.

Medic watched him leave, shaking his head disapprovingly. “There’s something wrong with that boy…” he remarked to himself.

Scout walked away with his heart pounding on his chest, still a bit angry from the perceived competition. In his mind it was obvious that everyone wanted a piece of you- I mean how could they not? You were perfect!

He paced back and forth outside his own door- he knew you were in there waiting for him. He was mulling over every detail, trying to figure out exactly what to say to you. He had to keep you no matter what, he couldn’t let anybody else get in the way. He sighed, relenting as he finally entered.

“Hey dollface. Ya miss me?”

You were obviously excited to see him again and quickly pulled him in, placing a kiss to his cheek.

“Course I did.” You smiled.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to take so long I just-“ he stopped himself, thinking for a moment before he let out a small sigh. “I got to talkin’ with Medic and I guess I just got wrapped up in everything…”

“What’d you talk to him about?” You asked it so innocently, not realizing you had taken the bait he set out.

“Just checkin’ up on an injury from awhile back- no biggie.” He shrugged a bit, scrunching up his nose. “But he made a few weird comments about you after you left and- I mean I couldn’t just ignore that.”

You seemed a bit taken aback, your expression immediately falling. Sure, he was a bit eccentric but Medic had never once made you feel uncomfortable.

“What? What kinda stuff did he say?” You laugh nervously, hoping it wasn’t anything bad. Scout say you down on the bed and began to tell you all the uncomfortable remarks the doctor had made. He held your hands tight and said everything so earnestly- you had no reason not to believe him. He had never given you a single reason to doubt him.

“Of course I had to speak up, I mean, I’m not just gonna let this creep disrespect my girl…” he pinched your cheek a little, in an attempt to make you feel better or lighten the mood.

“Thanks, Jeremy.” You let out a heavy sigh, hanging your head. “I-I don’t even know what to say…”

“Hey, you don’t gotta say anything.” He reassured you, pulling you into a tight hug. “I’ve dealt with it. You don’t gotta worry about him no more… if you want next time you get hauled in there, I’ll come with- keep watch and make sure he doesn’t try nothing.”

“You’d really do that for me?” You asked quietly.

“You kiddin’? ‘Course I would!” He held on to you tighter, running his hand up and down your back gently. “I’d do anything to make sure you’re safe…”

You laughed softly. “Thanks Jer. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Apart of him felt guilty, for slandering Medic the way that he did. But it was all for you, right? He had to do whatever it took to keep you safe, even at the expense of the other mercs.

#tw yandere #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 #scout tf2 #scout x reader #tf2 scout x reader #✎my writing✎#✎drabbles✎

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redamoureux · 2 years ago

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Yay a yandere tf2 blog! Thank you for writing for it.

Two potential prompts:

HCs or drabble of yandere sniper stalking and kidnapping someone he's become obsessed with, and keeping them locked in his camper van

And/or

HCs or drabble of yandere spy assassinating readers corrupt family, but becoming enchanted by the reader, so he decides to kidnap them and take them for his own, hiding them away from a world that believes them dead?

─Damsel 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌

Yandere Red/Blu Spy Headcanons/Short

• trigger warnings: manipulation, false comfort, possesive behaviour, implied kidnapping, obsession at first sight, implied murder, forced relationship

• genre: romantic | ooc spy (?)

a/n: ohh, i like your second idea anon! Thanks for the request! Again, this might have some grammar errors because i'm feeling a little too tired to redraft it again x-x

Sneaking in and blending in with the crowds was never a trouble for Spy.

With his charming personality and neat outfit, he is easily off any suspicion.

Currently on his yet another mission, he observes around the large-scale grand banquet room, searching for his chosen target.

Occasionaly, there would be plenty of womens that tried to presuade him to go with them. And as much as he was tempted, he knows he needs to stay focus, Atleast just during his job.

What he didn't expect is to meet you.

Spy saw you standing outside the mansion balcony, back facing towards him while you're gazing upon the dark blue sky that adorned with small sparkling stars.

For a uncanny reason, he somehow felt a voice in his head whispering to him to reach out to you. And he decided to act on it. A small chitchat wouldn't hurt anyone right?

He wouldn't want to admit it, But his talk with you was suprisingly delightful. You were polite, attentive and outwardly interested to what he had to say. Even though, he hates the fact that you are his objective's child. When you first mentioned it, he was dumbstruck with disbelief.

How could a ravishing and gracious person like you be related with such an pompous and corrupt fool? Spy felt himself almost boiling in rage upon hearing that you are about to be engaged by your father's request.

He hates the way he felt when he saw the sad expression on your face but this only encouraged him more to finish his task.

Gazing up at the slanting rays of the setting sun on colorful orange sky, wind softly blowing through your hair. Distant sounds of people speaking. You sense the feeling of reminiscence, remiding you much of what happend after that one fateful night. You closed your eyes, wanting to get rid of the memory. when almost all your family members were murdered in your own home, infront of your eyes.

"Ma fleur?" A familiar voice called. You opened your eyes and turned around to see Spy standing nearby the door with a black paper bag in hand.

"Oh, hey spy." You greeted him. He puts down the paper bag on a close table and walks over to you, seemingly a little worried.

"You didn't respond when i called you earlier. I was worried something might've happend."

"Ah. I'm sorry. I guess i was just really lost in my thoughts." "Is there something bothering you, dear?"

You sigh and looked down. Hesitation evident on your face. "..I've just been thinking about my family. It has been awhile now, and- the police certainly are still searching right? I know some of my family are still alive.." your sentences dwindle down as you felt like yourself almost tearing up.

Spy frowned and gently places his hands on your shoulder making you look up into his blue eyes. "Amour, we've talked about this. You know how filthy and wicked your family are, they clearly do have any regards or concerns about you. You've seen how they didn't even mention about you during questioning." Spy stated firmly.

You believe he's telling the truth. How could you not? You've seen it all yourself. Your family doesn't care. Moreover, He was also the one who saved you from that assasination. You avoided his gaze for a few moment before nodding slowly and Spy smiles in respone, brushing a strand of hair off your face. "Besides, it's much better when you're with me anyway, right dear?" you nodded again and smiled.

Spy pulled you closer and embraced you and in return you did the same. He lets you go and stares at you lovingly, "Come, mon amour, i want to show you something." Maybe it is best that you're off without your family after all.

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What you didn't know is that, behind all Spy's sweet gifts and affectionate gestures, he was the one behind your family's assasination. He purposesly invited you to witness just how disgusting your family's work has been before ending their valueless life. You, saw him as your saviour, and he is never planning on changing that.

@redamoureux

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scoutsbabygirl · 6 months ago

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the butcher of badwater; (yandere) sniper x reader [part 1]

i think we can all agree that mick is this deranged son of a gun that would rip into his enemies arms and tear their flesh off with this crazy look in his eyes. the community has come to this unanimous decision that mick is this crazy, insane, obsessive psychopath and to be honest, im here for it. here's a little blurb of mick being everything i just said with a tad bit of possessiveness. enjoy this hot mess!

red. his eyes were red. his cheeks were flushed red. he had tunnel vision on the man in front of him, blindly swinging his kukuri machete in all directions and angles. growls erupted from his vocal chords as he put more effort into each swing directed at the younger boy. high pitched screams of fear strained from scouts vocal chords at his limbs dodged every attempted strike of mick's knife. mick's words were unintelligible and hard to understand through his gritted teeth and yells.

"hey man!" scout yelled, jumping around in circles, looking back at the light glimmer off the blade of sniper's blade. "i-i-i i didn't do anything wrong!" he continued to stutter. nonverbal grunts emitted from micks' throat in an attempt to cut and/or stab the younger boy.

"i'm gonna fuckin' cut you up." the australian snarled under his breath solely concentrating on jeremy's exposed calves as he jumped around like he was being kept on an never ending loop. he knew that if he got to his legs- the thing that made him most valuable to the team would show him a lesson. one he wouldn't forget no matter how many countless times he sent him through and through respawn over and over again.

"boys! you're gonna get yourselves hurt!" dells left hand was cuffed around his mouth as he yelled, just beyond a rock far away to keep out of danger but close enough to witness the two mercenaries. a cold beer was in his in his other gloved hand. he was worried but he knew scout could easily outrun mick- hell, he could outrun anyone on the base. he's been able to outrun pyro and their flame thrower before which was arguably extremely impressive. maybe not you if he had taken your hairbrush or anything else you loved dearly, he wasn't ballsy enough to snatch your panties or bra.

he had contemplated it seriously a few times in the past before.

"you reckon i go down there and break all of that up?" engie looked over at you, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. he turned to you, with his hand over his shoulder, his thumb extended pointing to the two men. you noted how it was odd seeing him without those goggles. "i mean- what if he hurts him? then we're without our fastest guy." an audible scream of pain ripped through the air of his previous pleading and begging. his voice wasn't distinct nor comprehendible but his vocal chords emitted agony as. scout was sitting on the ground holding his left leg in the air. a big chunk of skin was hanging off his leg. it was graphic and grotesque.

as soon as your eyes saw this you inhaled sharply, making a "sss" noise through your teeth as you quickly looked away. yet, that image wasn't going to escape your mind anytime soon. covering your temple with your hand in an attempt to shield that sight away. it was already burned into a memory in your brain.

"oh darn, well, there goes our fastest guy." engie took a long sip from his drink, his eyes glued on the bloody scene no more than 30 feet away from him. the sounds of jeremy screaming at a dog whistle pitch and sobbing. "i reckon i'm gonna grab medic so he can fix him up. you want me to grab you a cold one from the freezer inside? there's one more newcastle. i don't know how you drink those nasty things, (y/n)." dell rambled on, nudging you in the arm, likely in an attempt to soothe your mind away from the trauma you just witnessed.

"dell- his skin was hanging off his fucking leg. did you..." you paused still shielding your wide eyes from his gaze. "did you see it?" this was your first time around one of these incidents, yes, the two of them could get in fights about nothing important where a verbal threats were common place for them sometimes accompanied with a gun drawn or a knife pulled out.

"it ain't nothing. i seen the whole leg off." sighing, he took another sip from his drink. "well, i'll be back!" he sounded annoyed. bothered that this was a commonplace event, he felt like he had to babysit them sometimes. you could hear his footsteps going farther and farther away. now, without dell in your ear you could hear more of their conversations from where they were.

jeremy was pleading for his life, repeating micks name.

mick?

jeremy never called him by his real name. it was always was "snipes" or "buddy".

you shot your head up to a scene right out of a horror film. scout looked like a mangled mess with a chunk of skin sliced off and his face beet red. mick was on top of him with the same bloody kukuri.

"dont. fucking. talk. to. my. woman. ever. again. cunt." mick screamed that birds would've flown off a telephone wire if there was one nearby. he was so loud it the noise made you cringe. between each word he brough the blade down into the poor boy's lower stomach, releasing this disgusting squelchy sound. the slushy sound sounded like when you were wearing boots and your sock got wet on the inside of the shoe. it was horrific. to you, this was amplified.

you gasped then covered your mouth. trying to make any sense of this. without thinking you ran towards them. you stumbled over a medium sized rock almost face-planting into the bright dusty new mexican sand littered on the ground. you were yelling anything to direct micks attention to you and away from mutilating scout.

"stop! stop! stop doing that!" you managed to grab both of snipers shoulders as he crouched in front of scout with blood covering the both of them and the ground surrounding the both of the mercenaries. "you're gonna kill him!" you shouted into his ear. this only caused mick to go even more crazy. thats what he wanted to do, sure, he knew he would be sent to the respawn in the base but just finally being able to cut into him to teach him a lesson was worth the lecture guaranteed from engie and/or medic later that evening.

you were crouched behind him, struggling to stay on your haunches and you rocked mick's body back and forth in an attempt to get him off jeremy. unfortunately, your much smaller frame wasn't able to do much despite your best attempts. you huffed trying your absolute best to get a hold of the much stronger and taller figure in front of you.

a few meek squeaks and a laboured breaths exited his mouth. you heard a thud from infront of mick, you couldn't see what it was due to micks' frame being in front of you but you could only assume it was scouts lifeless body hitting the ground.

dead.

#tf2 #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 #sniper #tf2 sniper #sniper tf2 #sniper tf2 x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #sniper x reader #yandere tf2 #tf2 yandere

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5eraphim · 1 year ago

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who do u think is the biggest brat tamer? my money is on sniper but i feel like if you tried hard enough u could get engie to snap 🫢

It's interesting you suggest Engie first because, in my opinion, he's in the top three of characters who come to mind right away when I think "brat tamer," but for some reason I would bet Administrator and Solly are more intense tamers than Engie.

Characters: Soldier 🦅, Administrator 🕷️, and Engineer 🦫 (Team Fortress 2)

Word Count: 1.3k

Rating: M (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE)

Content Warnings: yandere, unhealthy relationships, humiliation, brat taming, slight dumb-ification, edging/denial, roleplay, gender neutral reader

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

Soldier

In general, Solly is remarkably impatient and has little tolerance for being teased; once he's frustrated, it doesn't take much more than that until he snaps and decides to put you in your place right then and there.

Part of what makes dominating you such a turn-on for him is his pride in his physically imposing stature. It's cute, in a way, to see someone like you trying to disobey the likes of him. Solly is taller than average and abundant in bulky muscle, in addition to his generous amount of adipose. Nothing turns Solly on more than getting to use that against you.

Solly's always kept a close eye on you, and you've got another thing coming if you think he doesn't notice you slacking off during tainting, it's like you're practically asking him to go over to call you out in front of everyone, and he's more than happy to oblige. Though this is nothing compared to what he'll do to you once he gets you alone.

Just because he's off the battlefield, it doesn't mean he's ready to put away his trusty riding crop quite yet.

It's such a power trip for Solly to watch you go from mouthy, rebellious, and resilient to whimpering and begging for mercy; drool trickling down your chin, eyes glazed over as he stretches you out with his fingers or as he spreads your thighs as far apart as possible before pounding you relentlessly into the bed.

Refuses to give you a moment's rest until you've verbally apologized, sworn it will never happen again, and/or tell him whatever else he needs to hear to be convinced you've learned your lesson. Solly's also got a soft spot for listening to you call him "Sir," so you'd better be ready to do that as well.

As overly intense and overbearing as he can be in the moment, Solly's quite good at winding down responsibly with you after all the excitement. He'll tell you how proud he is of you, how strong you are to have endured all that, and will help clean up with you. While Solly can get cruel and even sadistic sometimes, he's not entirely unfair. Nor is he the type to leave you high and dry.

Administrator

She's always had a secret fondness for the "rebellious types."

Not because she wants to see you get away with acting out or mouthing off to her, but the more stubborn the brat, all the more satisfying to watch them fall.

There's something about watching some newbie with a little too much confidence try to get away with giving her attitude that really gets her going. It's cute watching you walk around like you're any better than the rest of the other people working under her. Helen knows it's only a matter of time before that little mouth of yours gets you in trouble, and she can't wait to be the one to put you in your place.

Likely, you won't even know when she decides it's time to humble you. Maybe you were just a little too messy on a mission or made some thoughtless comment to the press, foolishly thinking you had the choice to leave the mercenary business whenever you wanted, subtly implying a lack of control on her part- Something she refused to let go unpunished.

Admin is easily the most intense and uncompromising of all the doms in TF2, and if you try to act out around her or assume she'll offer you any kind of slack just because she thinks you're bangable, you would be sorely mistaken.

When she finally gets you alone in her bedroom, expect not only to be edged into oblivion but denial as well.

Admin will leave bruises all over your waist, hips, thighs, whatever she can get her hands on, as she forces you to take her strap, fucking you down while refusing to let you come. She wants to see how painfully overstimulated you can get while remaining completely unsatisfied as you beg for mercy, knowing it won't change a thing.

Aside from all that, she loves to draw blood with her long fake nails as she drags them over your naked body.

Admin is relentless when she wants you to suffer, and she won't let up until you've been reduced to a miserable, wet little pulp. Helen takes immense pleasure in seeing the look on your face at the end of the night after you've endured hours of torture. Seeing how exhausted and delirious you look, knowing whatever rebellion you once had has been thoroughly extinguished. While you can do nothing but whine and flinch at her every move.

Don't expect any special treatment at the end of all this either. You're sleeping on your own tonight, without so much as a kiss goodnight. Helen knows what she's doing is cruel, but as far as she's concerned, you brought all this on yourself. (Also, considering how much she gets off on her own cruelty, it's not like acknowledging her maliciousness would change anything.)

Engie

Unlike the other two, while Engie absolutely gets off on being a brat tamer, it takes a lot more to bring out this side of him. Not because he's a pushover, not at all; it's more a matter of protecting his "nice guy" reputation.

In general, he's rather generous in bed. He is a Southern gentleman, after all, but when he's in the mood to inflict a bit of punishment, he's an entirely different person.

While he would try to remain mellow and appear unaffected around others, taking any back-talk or misbehavior from you with good humor, it's all because he's trying his best to suppress his anger, forcing himself to wait until he knows how to punish you before acting.

Most of the time, he's capable of maintaining control until the two of you are alone at night, where he knows there's almost no chance of you getting interrupted; much unlike the other two, he's not into public humiliation, much less being the one to enforce it. Though if he's feeling a little extra dirty, he likes the idea of forcing you to cockwarm for him while he finishes up his daily work in his shop. (Engie likes the concept of spitefully humbling you for having the audacity to come between him and his work.)

He's not quite as into the physical pain aspect of brat taming. What he likes much more is witnessing you lose your mind pinned under him on your shared bed, going cock-drunk while he continues to pound into you. Slightly into the idea of a pleasure-induced mind break. As you go from confident, almost arrogant, and defiant, and fucking you into brainlessly submissive brainless whore. Babbling mindlessly and unable to resist him, even if you tried.

"Aw honey, you ain't lookin' so good down there. Did you ask for something? Need to take a break? No... nothin'? Guess I gotta keep goin' then."

Will offer mercy in the fakest, most condescending voice. He intends to prolong your suffering as much as possible, far longer than he ought. But the longer he looks at you like this, his mindless little doll flushed with need, clenching against him, the harder it is for Engie to call it quits.

When he does settle down, he'll get you cleared up and put you right to bed or walk through your nightly routine until he's ready to tuck you into bed. As much as he gets off through the act of dicking you down until you learn how to behave, Engie also gets off on your compliance and how dependent you can be on him to take care of you. While you had your fun playing independant, Engie knows you don't have a prayer of ever truly escaping him, not when he knows exactly how to break you until you're feeding from the palm of his hand.

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yanderes-galore · 7 months ago

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TF2

Yandere romantic Demoman concept

I can try, sure! Hope I get his character right and I'm sorry this took forever :( Here's some general HCs about him.

Yandere! Demoman Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Drinking/Intoxication, Manipulation, Violence, Murder, Blood, Dark themes, Overprotective/Possessive, Mentioned Kidnapping, Isolation, Dubious relationship.

The Demoman, or Tavish, is usually the drunkard of the team no matter what side.

He's foul-mouthed and a brute who lives for battle.

Although, there's times he's polite and actually really nice towards others.

In the comics he's proven to be level-headed and reasonable when he has a clear head.

He's fine with killing for money and is a little sadistic.

It's shown/mentioned in the comics that Demoman lives in a mansion.

So I imagine Demoman is a horrifying foe to most... but is just the sweetest to you.

He adores his obsession and likes to pamper them.

No doubt uses drinks to bond with you more.

I like to think it's another case of where the yandere looks terrifying but actually would do anything for their darling.

He really is caring, even if his mother doesn't think he works hard enough he still cares for her.

Demoman would probably be one to provide for you.

He's probably both protective and possessive, but is more protective.

He works a dangerous job and wants to keep his dearest safe from harm.

Maybe he leaves the mansion for long periods of time, if he did he keeps things stocked up and makes sure you can care for yourself there.

He isn't really one to stalk... although he does often text or call you to check on you.

If he kidnapped you he isn't going to keep you in some dingy cellar with chains.

He'll give you your own room with comfy furniture and a phone that only contacts him.

He's never too forceful, never trying to force advances or drinks.

He's patient and attentive to the needs of his beloved.

Demoman would love to cuddle you after a long day of work.

Despite his nature he always manages to be gentle with you.

If anyone hurt you then they're dealing with... well...

A drunken Scotsman running towards them with malicious intent... most likely with a sword.

He'd call you by affectionate names and for the most part... the relationship isn't too bad.

There's a good chance you could've been with him willingly and never noticed darker behavior until later.

That or the relationship seems normal... besides the fact he kidnapped you.

Demoman would be loyal.

After all, what kind of man would he be if he smothered and pampered you only to leave?

You most likely don't meet his work friends.

If you do, he keeps it brief and usually sticks by you.

You're isolated... but well cared for... up to you if that's a good trade off.

He's a bit manipulative.

As in, it often feels like he's bribing you or convincing others you're just shy and not isolated.

Demoman definitely hides the more toxic parts of your relationship.

It's unknown if he's delusional or just actively ignores it.

If he did kill someone, it's out of your sight.

For example, if someone tried to tell him what he's doing is unhealthy or tries to take you away?

Well... he has no choice.

You'll never learn of that person's fate, he'll clean himself of the blood or just tell you it was from work.

He is a mercenary.

Although... he may admit to darker things while drunk.

Which disturbs you... and when he realizes his mistake he's quickly pulling you close and apologizing.

Overall, Demoman isn't the worst... in fact, he can hide his red flags well by blinding you with his adoration and gifts.

It just depends... do the benefits outweigh the issues he has...?

#yandere team fortress 2 #yandere tf2 #yandere demoman

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popawritter12 · 2 months ago

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Yantober; First Day

Dream

"Even a dream is capable of make me know how much I love you"

I get up.

I always get up, but after that, i think, i think a lot, i think so much that my own mind is tired of all my thinking.

But, in this big space, there's something, outside all of the biology in the books o in the society in general, that i define like a Leech, a Leech that is clinged in my mind, using it's theet to take away all of my memories, all of the people, my achievements, my mistakes, all of them, just leaving one thing, one memory, the figure, the voice, everything... And it's you, you, you and only you.

And, also, i dream, mainly, about you. The night before i dreamed i haved you in my arms, both of us in a bed, clinging into each other, covered in a silk sheet, and in that dream, i felt my mind get a rest of everything, all of my thinking, all of my worries, all of my plans, minimizing all of my pain like it never existed, and just left the both of us, both, in that silk sheet, our silk sheet.

But then, two questions appear in my mind, why do I felt like everything just fades away? Why everyone just left my side, but you stay? I don't understand, and, mostly, i have fear, a lot of fear thinking about how progressively and irreversible line of thoughs just disappear in the void, in my head, leaving just a part of nothing.

And I still getting up, and every fucking day is most disappointing that the before. Most of the days I want to swallow sleeping pills, just to be capable of taking you in my arms one more time. But the little of my sanity remains tell me that is just too fucking pathetic do that thing, telling me that I can't be that desesperate just for a fantasy, a fantasy that I am able to bring to reality if I try hard enough.

But i can't just not waking up, and just for open my eyes, for feeling the sun irrumping all of my fantasies make me feel so miserable that I just can do one thing, again and again and again; think about you.

The best of my days were when I see you; every comment give me so mucho happyness to my days that just reaffirms the same feeling that I have every day; I need you in my life, I need you here, with me, and you have me here, with you. A kiss, a hug or anything, just give me something of you.

But, all of the good things had and end, and the end of all my happiness appear in the form of that man. I see him, bringing its unpleasant presence to us, but especially, to you, talking like everything in him is good, like if everything is actually good. And I felt that hate appear in my mind like always I see him, ah, that beautiful and inevitable feeling.

That feeling is the unique feature is the first and only thing that triggers me about you; Im just too selfish to accept that anybody could talk to you, taking you, hug you, or anything. But at the same time, Im too shy to told you how much I love you, and in the previous moment of you giving me a kiss with that sweetness of yours, and telling me how much do you actually love me, just to finally reaffirm, that I I fulfilled my mission. v

And his laugh invades my ears again, with his comments ---The same you pretend to laugh in order to keep afloat a friendship that it's not that worth it--- that are just too fucking boring, make me felt tired, and even if I try to even deny it, it's because he's invading you, your space, with his touch, with his presence. And no, there's no form in this world or universe to make me not hate him, even if you fade away from his life, I will stay hating on him.

But no, you have to pretend that everything is okay, even if he's touching you, taking you, kissing you, I know who you are, I know what you do, I know that you are just pretending. And by a pair of streets, I had the feeling of hate in the bottom of my heart, trying to take all of my feelings and suppressing them until everything is over. And then I have the question, and I know that you have the answer, what the fuck are you doing? And Why are you doing it?

I can't just implore to you to stop, and I know that doing that just gonna spoil everything, and even with all of the pain in my heart, I know that I had to wait, to wait for you, to wait for your action.

Both of you enter the building, and start walking to the elevator, and one more time, that felt of hate just make me felt worst, making me think that... I just need to kill him. Even with every step I climbed, that thought was only stronger and stronger, making my hands shake, trying to supress all of my feelings in my arms, so tense that they seemed on the verge of breaking. And soon, i arrived to the floor that you were, trying to open the door with enthusiasm. With his hand in your hip, in your body.

Everything in my mind starts to overthrow, and when you opened the door of that room, I just could think about... how my own world start to collapse. Piece by piece, everything goes, leaving nothing, and eventually, There's nothing, just you, you and the hand of him in your body, a smile in your face while you open that door, ready to getting with this man, with this garbage, ready to ruin all of my efforts and mistakes to having you in my arms.

Both of you get into the room, the door barely supported in the frame, just to make all of the people know that both of you were in that room. The laughs mixed with heavy sighs make a symphony of the end of the world, the end of my world. I could barely walk, I barely reached the door, and I barely heard his mundane and rude whispers against your skin, only one reaction was possible in me: burst inside.

That leech finally had sucked all the sanity I had left out of me, all of them, there's nobody, there's no you, there's no love, there's no "us", there's just hate, in the form of that man, in that person with the playful smile, and with his awful comments going out of that fucking mouth.

And in a matter of seconds, the entire atmosphere twisted around, just leaving a body beneath me, with his blood in my hands, and his disfigured face crashing against the skin of my knuckles. I am not even capable of hear your screams, I couldn't even focus on your reaction to this wrong action, because, finally, my anger had overcome my love for you, and there was nothing left but sharp blows against a face contorted in agony.

I don't even remember how much time has passed until I stopped, but I remember that I stopped, I remember so well how he took his last breaths and moans, and I remember how he left this world, with his eyes swollen from the tears that mixed with the blood on the ground, with his attempts at breathing so irregular that it seemed like his lungs were beginning to fail, and how his eyes, filled with a fear so characteristic of someone about to die, turned a dead white.

And that memory stuck so firmly in my mind that it often resembled the trauma of failure, the mistake I had made solely and exclusively out of uncontrolled hatred, like if I was a dog releasing stress on a toy.

I couldn't come back, I couldn't even try to get me back of this moment, to get back that part of me that was previously only consumed by love, by my love for you, by all of you.

But I had to look up, and I did it; only to be met with a meeting of your lips against mine so soft yet so desperate, that my heart began to beat again, not from hatred for someone ---not for their previous death, but for their mere existence in your life--- but for you, for you and nothing but you.

And then, I wake up again.

His screams were heared in the middle of the place, echoing off the grey, old walls like an ambient noise, an annoying and unbearable one. I was upset for obvious reasons, and mainly, he was so peaceful when he slept in his chair, wrapped tenderly in ropes, that I thought about leaving him like that forever! Asleep, rested, and unable to resist my request, as kind as it was to get him out of your life.

But no, obviusly no, of course that an idiot will always be an idiot, and especially someone who was stupid enough to allow himself to be taken from his bed to any other place without any preventive measures against it.

But, as I learned so well from life, I knew I had made a mistake, not as serious as allowing you to see what I really am of course, but a mistake in any way. A mistake I swore I would never repeat again.

And that mistake was simple; fantasizing about having you when I could make a kiss of yours in mines come true if only I stopped letting myself be carried away by dreams that eat away at pieces of my sanity. Those eaten away pieces could be saved if only I stopped sleeping, stopped dreaming about you, only and exclusively to make each and every one of my thoughts I ever had about you come true, you and your existence, you and your feelings, you and only you.

Characters! That could be used in this story;

League of Legends:

-Ahri

-Akali

-Akshan

-Caitlyn

-Darius

-Diana

-Ekko

-Ezreal

-Fiora

-Gangplank

-Garen

-Graves

-Irelia

-Jarvan IV

-Jayce

-Kai'sa

-Karma

-Hwei

-Sett

-Vi

MGRR:

-Raiden

Team Fortress 2:

-Scout

-Medic

-Sniper

Stardew Valley:

-Alex

-Haley

-Gunther

Devil May Cry:

-Nero.

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