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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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cringe-art-and-memes13 · 2 years ago

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i tried to fix his arm and then it looked like this

yes i’m TRYING to get back into drawing him

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cringe-art-and-memes13 · 3 years ago

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First of all congratulations! Now I could I request 33 from the dialog prompts with sniper from tf2?

33. “There’s…. Only one bed.”

I’ll be honest, I’m not super happy with this. It’s something though, so enjoy?

Sniper x Reader

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Format: Drabble

Gender-neutral reader

Tf2 Masterlist

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Today had been a very long day.

You and Sniper had been sent off base for what had seemed like a simple mission, but everything that could’ve gone wrong, had gone wrong. Sniper had dark bruises along his jaw, and you were covered in mud.

It was a long story, but suffice to say, you both couldn’t wait to get into your hotel room and fall asleep. Ms Pauline had booked the rooms, and she was usually good for making sure it wasn’t a flea infested motel at least.

You both had high hopes for at least a good nights sleep after this awful day. Sniper had been leaning on you the whole way to the hotel, the exhaustion in his bones apparent. (It couldn’t have been comfortable for him to lean on you like that, with how tall he was, but you weren’t going to complain. You liked having him close.)

The smell of his cigarettes clung to him, a telltale sign of how stressful today had been. You knew he didn’t often smoke on the job, especially never when waiting with his rifle. But after everything going wrong, you couldn’t fault him a few smokes.

You’d been trying to get closer with sniper for a while now, his dry sarcasm was all the more endearing when you knew you got to hear it so much more than the rest of the team. He was still quiet around you, but you’d gained enough of his trust and respect to be the one he made his quips to when one of the other Mercs were being stupid.

And so you had expected to relish this mission, getting to spend some time alone with him. This was supposed to be great! Instead you were counting down the seconds until you could get a shower, and he was practically falling asleep on his feet as you walked into the hotel.

You knew you must’ve been a sight but you smiled wearily at the receptionist, rattling off the fake name the reservation was under. They seemed concerned, but you sped through the interaction,

Avoiding questions, Once that awkward conversation was over and you had the room key, you pulled Sniper along with you to the elevator.

“Just one room?” He asked as you pressed the button for your floor.

“Yep, haven’t you heard Pauline? There have been a bunch of budget cuts lately for her. Getting us two king suites is a bit much to ask for, I suppose,” You tried to laugh, but it sounded more like a tired cough.

“So long as I’m not sleeping on a hard floor, I’m happy,” he replied. Sniper’s smile was tired but sweet, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. Your matching smiles stuck around as you walked down the hall to your rooms

Of course, when you opened the door to the hotel room, your smiles dropped.

“There’s…. Only one bed.” You said slowly, walking into the room and looking around as if another would be hiding around the corner.

“God fucking damnit.” Sniper had walked over to the bed, and grabbed a note that was lying on the blanket. “Sorry guys, budget cuts. You know how it is. Pauline.” He read out, scoffing. “Fucking budget cuts.”

“She really couldn’t have warned us beforehand?” You asked, dropping your bag by the wall.

“Probably knew we’d bother her for something better. It’s fine, I can sleep on the floor.” He replied.

“What? You had a long day, got beat up, and not three minutes ago said that you didn’t want to sleep in the floor, Snipes,” you said immediately. He looked like death warmed over right now, there’s no way you were gonna make him sleep on the floor. “I can take the floor,” you insisted.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor. You can have the bed.”

“Well you’re not sleeping on the floor either! You need the bed more than I do.”

“I’m taking the floor.”

“If you sleep on the floor I will to!”

“Crikey, either I sleep on the floor or we share the bed, alright? I’m not making ya sleep on the floor.”

“Then we can share,” you said “It’ll be fine, and we’ll both sleep better there than the floor.”

“That’s fine with me then.” He dropped his bag on the bed, and ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “You can use the shower first, Go ahead.”

You weren’t going to argue with that, you could feel the mud everywhere and it was awful.

You jumped through the shower quickly, not wanting to keep him waiting for his turn, and did your best to keep your thoughts away from the situation at hand. Sharing a bed with him? It was out of convenience of course but still! What if you accidentally invaded his space in your sleep and he hated you for it? And he’d be so close to you either way!

Keeping your thoughts away clearly wasn’t working. You towelled off your hair roughly when you got out of the shower, shaking the thoughts away.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you say Sniper sitting at the edge of the bed, looking half asleep already. His stuff had been moved to the side of the bed, which took the burden of choosing a side off of you at least. He yawned as he stood up and walked past you, and you were hit with how exhausted you were too.

It was simple enough to slip into some pyjamas and get set up on your side of the bed. The only thing that kept you from passing out was the anxiety biting at your thoughts. Sharing a bed with him like this was totally platonic and just cause of work stuff. There was no reason to get all worked up about it.

Right?

That line of reasoning unfortunately went out the window when Sniper walked back into the room, with only some grey sweats on. Jesus Christ. You were thankful that he seemed too tired to notice you ogling him.

When he laid down in the bed, you were struck by how small the space was. He was so close to you. Not quite touching you but you could feel the warmth he radiated like a heater.

“Get some sleep, alright? We both need it,” he said, turning off the lmao next to him.

He was right, and you were tired. So even his proximity didn’t keep you from passing out just about as soon as you closed your eyes.

When you woke up, you were warm and comfortable. That was nice, but as your brain slowly turned on, you realized you should not have been warm and comfortable in this hotel room, it was the bare minimum of good enough.

Cracking your eyes open, you were met with the fact that you were curled up half on Sniper’s chest with his arms wrapped around your waist.

Fuck.

What were you supposed to do? Move? What if you woke him up? But it would be weirder if you didn’t, right?

You tried to slowly sit up, and you very quickly realized that his hold on you was too tight to just pull away without waking him up. So now you were sitting at an angle looking down at his sleeping face. He looked peaceful. When awake, Sniper always looked so stressed, but in this moment, he was calm.

You were significantly less calm. Especially when he cracked an eye open to look up at you.

“Go back t’sleep,” he mumbled, pulling you back down onto his chest. One of his hands moved up to your hair, gently holding you as he fell back asleep, his breath evening out once again.

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Through the Scope (BLU! Sniper x RED! Reader) One Shot

I stopped running. The blue dot was aimed right for my head. I held my breath waiting for the shot. If he pulled the trigger right now, I’d be dead in seconds. Maybe less.

But he never pulled it.

I sighed, relieved.

For weeks now, the BLU Sniper and I have had some…. Awkward moments together where my heart would flutter and he’d blush. His hand brushed past mine when we fought with our melee weapons. I just got too close. Once, as he was attempting to attack me from behind, he tripped and I caught him just as he was about to hit the ground. We stared into each other’s eyes before I shot him. I caught Sniper sneaking some drawings of animals into my locker. Pyro chased him out. It was embarrassing.

Now, I stared at him from afar. Today was a capture the flag day. We were at 2Fort, like usual. I stood on top of the bridge. Sniper was backstabbed by our Spy. I gave him a thumbs up and ran. I jumped onto the top of the BLU base. I ran down the hall and ended up in the Intelligence room. Spy sapped the sentry and ran off. BLU Engineer was dead. I walked around his body and grabbed the suitcase.

“We have captured the enemy’s intelligence,” the Administrator announced. I ran back up the ramp but crashed into BLU Sniper. To be honest, I didn’t know what to call him since I had a sniper on my team as well.

“Watch it,” I said, rubbing my head. He looked at me, turning red.

“Uh, Oi-oi, I'm sorry,” he said, stuttering. “Oi was in a rush to get down here, Oi didn’t see ya.” He stood up, holding his hand out. I grabbed it and he pulled me up.

“Thanks,” I said, dusting myself off. I adjusted the suitcase on my back. I turned around but Sniper grabbed my hand.

“Uh, wait a minute,” he said. I turned back around. I scoffed.

“I cannot wait a minute,” I said. “I have to deliver the intel back to my base. You’re lucky I haven’t killed you right here and now.” He blushed a little, letting go of my hand. I walked back outside. Waiting for me was the enemy pyro.

“Hmmp hmmp hmmp!” he exclaimed, activating his flamethrower.

I should have waited a minute.

I respawned in the battlements resupply after dying a fiery, terrible death. I walked out and jumped down to the ground. I’d take the sewers, go through the hall, and pick up the intel. I’d then run as fast as my legs would carry me and go through the sewer once more. I’d just have to be careful of the BLU spy. My plan was working out so far as I made it to the stairs. I heard gunshots go off and the death scream of the enemy Pyro. I wouldn’t have to worry about him for a while. I passed by everyone and picked up the suitcase where I had dropped it. I put it on my back, ready to go.

“Now can we have a minute?” Sniper asked, emerging from the shadows. I groaned, turning around to face him.

“What do you want?” I asked. He removed his hat, fiddling with the brim.

“Oi was just wondering and hoping if you’d like to go out on a, um. Just to go out, that’s all,” he said. Sniper ran his fingers through his hair. I crossed my arms.

“What’s the catch?” I asked. He turned.

“Oh, there’s no catch,” he said. “Oi just want to take you out.”

“Hmmm.” I thought about it. He didn’t want anything. No information, no locations, no nothing. “Fine,” I said, “I will go out with you.” He smiled.

“Great, just meet me at the restaurant in Teufort,” Sniper said. “Oh, and I’ll let you kill me for this round.”

“Yeah, I’m not doing that.”

*>/<*

I stood outside of the restaurant. There weren’t many in town. This is the only one that hadn’t been shut down because of a rat infestation. I wrapped my sweater around me. It was cold and late. I was beginning to think Sniper stood me up when a navy blue Ferrari pulled up. Sniper got out of it and thanked the driver. He approached me.

“Sorry Oi took too long. I had to persuade Spoi to let me borrow his car, so he drove me here,” he said. I chuckled.

“Now let’s get inside, I’m starving.”

We waited an hour just to get a seat. The restaurant was packed. I sat next to Sniper, resting my head on his shoulder. My stomach growled so loud it scared everyone who was waiting around us. “I’m soooo hungry,” I whined. “Didn’t you make reservations?”

“Well, Oi would’ve if you had let me get that one minute before Pyro burnt you into a crisp,” he replied. “After you died, the deadline passed.” I growled, nudging his arm.

“You owe me one.”

*>/<*

After an hour of waiting, we finally got a table near the bathroom. I order cheese sticks, lasagna and a Caesar salad. Sniper got a fettuccine chicken platter and soup. We had to wait a little longer for our food. I tried to start a conversation. “So, why did you want to take me out?” I asked, leaning on the table. He sipped his drink.

“Oi think you’re noice,” he said. “You have a fiery soul in my opinion. Oi loike how you fight my teammate, it’s pretty cool.” I softly chuckled.

“You stalker,” I said. “Watching me through the scope, that’s weird.”

“Oi never said Oi was using my scope,” he said. “You target me a lot.”

“I do?”

“Yeah.” The food arrived. I immediately dove into the salad. I scarfed down everything.

“Keep talking,” I said with a full mouth, “I’m listening.”

“After the day our hands brushed by each other, you started targeting me more than that bloody spoi,” he said. “Oi remember you’d sneak up on me, cover my eyes, ask “Guess who” and then kill me.” I choked on my food, stifling my laughter. I remember that vividly.

“So what’s your point?” I asked, drinking from my cup. He sighed.

“Y/n, Oi loike it when you’re around me,” he replied. “Oi’m happy when I turn around, see your e/c as you attack me. Oi hate the killing part but you get what Oi mean.”

“No, I really don’t,” I answered.

“What Oi’m saying is that Oi loike you, a lot,” Sniper said. “That’s why Oi took you out.” I turned red.

“So you’re saying that this is a date?!?” I exclaimed. I spit out my drink, clearing out my throat. My heart fluttered like it always did. I stood up. “I got to go,” I said. “I’ll see you on the battlefield, Snipes.”

*>/<*

It was another capture the flag day at 2Fort. Yesterday was a little weird and I was trying to get over it. I jumped from the battlements onto the bridge’s roof. I ran straight for the BLU base. I could see Sniper on the other side.

I stopped running like I did last time. The blue dot was aimed right for my head again. I held my breath waiting for the shot to actually arrive. “C’mon, do it,” I whispered under my breath.

BAM!

I closed my eyes. I didn’t feel anything. Instead, Scout had been shot. Not me. I looked at Sniper, who nodded. I ran over to his area and landed next to him. “You were aiming for me instead,” I said, standing up. “Why not shoot me?”

“Oi couldn’t,” he said, grabbing my shoulders. I was face to face with him. “Oi can’t harm you anymore. Oi don’t care what they’ll say.” He leaned down and kissed me for a quick second before pulling back. I stood there in shock.

“Wait what?” I asked. Sniper chuckled and kissed my cheek.

“Oi’ll see you on the battlefield, Y/n.”

Huh, he fell for me through a sniper’s scope. Who knew that was possible.

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cringe-art-and-memes13 · 3 years ago

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Aw look at this someone new! Hello there, don't know if I'm the first but still, something to start off if you'd like :) can I request a drabble/headcanon [I'll be honest Idk which one would suit better for this] with sniper under the mistletoe? Where reader and him are visiting his parents, so Mr and Mrs Mundy settle it all up. For the sake of the Christmas spirit going on right now. Just sweet, cheesy and fluffy stuff.

🔪 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔫𝔦𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔬𝔢 🔪

a/n; you’re my first drabble!! this scenario is absolutely adorable and sweet, thank you so much for requesting it. <3 don’t question how they got there without getting arrested lol. it got a little long sooo. under the cut lol.

contains; nothing but fluff galore. holiday cheer, one could say. perhaps ooc sniper. me rambling once more as i try my best to get to the kissing part. <3

Sniper taking vacation was very rare.

Well, as far as you knew, it was. The entire time you’ve known the man you’ve only seen him take vacation once, and that was around the time when snow would settle in North America. Around the time when Christmas music would blast all the radios of every bar, every store, every hotel, you happened to walk into. But that was last year, and ever since then - as far as you know - you’ve never seen Sniper take another vacation.

Now the same time of the year is rolling around again. The cold is beginning to seep into the air, and Christmas songs are playing on every radio station. What differentiates this year from the last, however, is the fact that you and Sniper’s relationship happened to blossom earlier in the spring.

Due to this, many changes have been happening throughout the seasons. Including the fact you will be in Sniper's company when he takes his vacation.

You were ecstatic to be spending time with him during the holidays - especially time alone. Time away from your jobs - and especially time away from the mercs - is something you think you both needed. Not to mention you get to meet his parents! That was perhaps one of many things you were most excited for.

The trip to Australia was a long and painstaking journey, but was ultimately so, so worth it. Especially as you get off the plane, stretch your tender muscles, try your best to block the blazing sun trying to sting your eyes. As you hop into a car, jam out tiredly to stupid Christmas songs. As Sniper explains to you how happy, how excited he is to finally have his homes intertwine. You, his parents, his childhood house - all together, all at once.

That alone made you break out into an overwhelmingly happy grin. Butterflies festered in your stomach, fluttering and clinging to your ribcage. Even as you finally pull into the driveway, even when he finally puts the car in park. The dumb smile, the unbearable, nauseating butterflies never go away. You can’t tell if it’s anxiety or excitement.

Maybe both.

And then finally, you step inside his house. The warmth that exudes from the place is so lovely, so welcoming. It is nothing like the unbearable sun licking your back just moments before, no.

It looked as though they had prepared for some sort of Christmas party, even though the only guests they were expecting were you and Sniper. Pretty, glittering decorations strewn about, a beautiful tree shimmering in the corner, and the cute little presents wrapped beneath the tree. You could only stand there, dumbstruck. You were finally here, it felt as though you shouldn't move, or else it would all disappear. Fade away like smoke.

"Ah, piss..." That broke you out of your reverie. Your gaze shot up to your boyfriend, confused and maybe a little bit bewildered. At your reaction, your boyfriend looked a little sheepish, taking his hand and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I told 'em ta wait up so I could help 'em decorate..." He grumbled. "I love 'em ta death but they're gettin' older. Don't want'em ta get hurt or sore over somethin' like decoratin'. Bet it was all mum's idea."

With his explanation, all you could do was give him a tired, but reassuring smile. He always tried to seem so serious and deadly - and he was - but underneath the façade he was nothing but a sweetheart. Of course he was worried about the wellbeing of his parents, worried about doing everything for them.

You simply took his hands in yours, gave him the sweetest smile you could muster, and said, "Mick, sweetheart..." You gave the back of his hand a kiss, "It's going to be okay. You're so sweet for wanting to help them, and I know you worry about them, but I am sure they are healthy and fully capable to decorate their house themselves..."

With those words, you suddenly paused, looking at your surroundings, "...Speaking of your parents, though - where are they?"

As you look back to your boyfriend, you notice the way he seems to snap out of some sort of dreamlike state. Where before his whole body seemed to be relaxing and melting at your touch, at your words, he forced to pull himself away from you in order to concentrate.

"Dad's truck wasn't here when we pulled in..." He started, "But I bet'cha mum left a note somewhere. She always does if she has company, or if she's expectin' it." And with that, he sauntered off toward another room, leaving you a little dumbfounded in the entranceway. He was obviously confident and familiar with his surroundings, but you felt so small in this cozy little house.

You certainly didn't want to just sit down, nor did you want to exactly roam around either. You felt like it would be rude to do so. So instead, you gathered all your confidence, and trailed after your boyfriend like a lost little duckling.

The room you find yourself in was evidently the kitchen. The oven, sink, and fridge simply told that to you. It was decorated like the rest of the house was. Shimmering, sparkling decorations hanging from the walls, cute little elves strewn about the countertops. What caught your eye, however, is the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and right over Sniper's head. He seemed completely oblivious to it as he observed a note - most likely from his mother, just like he said - elbows resting on the counter.

A mischievous smile glimmered on your face as you took Sniper's arm from the side. You simply said nothing, even as he waved the paper around, explaining how his mum said she and his dad were out to get some ingredients for the food they'll be making. Even as he appeared confused at your silence, at the little knowing grin resting on your lips.

Eventually, you gave him a hint, glancing toward the mistletoe hanging all pretty, grin breaking out into a giant smile. He followed your gaze, and when it finally fell upon the little ornament hanging over his head, he looked dumbstruck for a moment. Like it took him time to register what it was.

"So," you teased the word, dragged it out until he was looking down towards you once more, cheeks pink and bright like this was the first time, the first opportunity he's ever had to kiss you. "Are we gonna smooch, or...? It's holiday tradition, after all." You blinked up at him like it was the simplest thing in the world.

That seemed to break his silence, and suddenly he was looming over you like a coat rack, trapping you into the counter. His face was still bright and flustered, but he was now wearing a grin himself.

"You little..." Before he could finish his sentence, you took him by the collar of his shirt, dragging him down to meet your lips with his. Due to the position, it was a little sloppy, a little clumsy, you're pretty sure your teeth kind of clashed, but it made the two of you smile nonetheless. It seemed as though you stole his words, because he abandoned them in favor of giving you a proper kiss this time.

It wasn't exactly gentle, not like you were expecting, but it was so, so sweet. He gave you dozens of insistent kisses, each more frenzied than the last, like this was the last time he would be able to kiss you. Or maybe like it was the first time he's kissed you in years.

When he finally pulled away, gave you time to breathe, all you could do was smile. Even as he went onto ramble that this was the first time his parents had ever hung up a mistletoe, that they must have done so specifically for this, all you could do was smile and giggle.

Everything that you have ever gone through before, everything that has led up to this point - it was all worth it. You would go through it over and over again just to be home with Sniper.

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