TF2 X Reader: Finally Finished.

Yandere RED Sniper X BLU Reader

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This might be creepy and slightly gorey. Get over it you squimish viewers. At the end is limeish. K? K.

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He stared intently at you through the scope as you hopped on a RED Heavy, choking him with a pipe made of lead.

He always admired you, and he loved watching you undress through an open window like a big ol' perv.

(I hope someone gets that...)

He could never get physically close to you since you were on the BLU team and because he was always in hidden places sniping.

But my god if he could ever get the chance, he would just....

He couldn't explain it... he's killed you before... but the way he would mess around with you. He wouldn't touch you, oh no... but he would do something much more creepy and sinister.

He would shave all of your hair off and put it in a bag.

He would take your head off, and luckily you were dead.

He would shake, a wide, perverted, scary grin, leaning in trying to kiss your pale and dead lips.

He would stop midway, the feeling wouldn't be the same. Plus, he already knew he was
gonna kiss and suck on your plum pink lips.

If he ever got his hands on you, he'd keep you to himself and never let you leave him.

Ever

His thoughts were interrupted when he saw you get up from a dead Heavy, wiping sweat from your forehead. A Spy was sneaking up on you. It was his team's Spy. He saw him holding a butterfly knife.

He grabbed her, hugged her,

and kissed her fucking neck.

Sniper gasped and looked up from his scope, distraught. He then scrambled and looked back, seeing you struggling as he bit down on your neck, his knife floating right above your chest.

Ooogh if he wasn't on RED...

Sniper kept staring, until you grabbed the butterfly knife, turning and plunging it into his skull, before kicking him away.

You rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue out in disgust, feeling saliva on your neck. It'll take probably 17 showers to take out scent of wine and cigarette...

Sniper was not letting him mark the territory that was meant his..

In the base....

Spy sat in his smoking room, sipping his wine. He heard someone come in, so he got up and took out his butterfly knife, before stopping, seeing the tall, lanky man, akubra and sunglasses hiding his glare and eyes.

"Oh, it is only 'ou bushman. What do 'ou want?" Spy put away the knife, tossing it onto a chair nearby.

"Oi just wanted to... talk." He muttered, his voice laced with jealously and hate.

Spy didn't feel right. Before he could utter a word, he was grabbed to the ground, a kukri pressed against his neck. He was coughing due to the blow, before realizing the giant blade.

"Don't. Fuck. With. Y/N. You Stupid Bloody Wanka'."

Slash...

Spy's head came clean off, a blank look staring back at Sniper.

Sniper stopped, looking at the blood on his hamds and kukri. He chucked, before laughing lowly, quietly.

He had murdered men for a living. He killed people ffor money. And he did it fearlessly. How come this time it was, so fun...?

Sniper chuckled before climbing out the window, running to the BLU base.

He saw your window, and a twisted grin painted his face.

He climbed in, quietly seeing you alseep on your bed.

He sat next to you on it. Staring.

Your chest would rise and fall in a pattern, your beautiful h/c hair was scattered across the pillow, your s/c cheeks slightly a pinkish color, and your lips were slightly open.

He licked his lips, his hands loosening on the kukri, until the blood made the blade fully slip out of his hands and onto the floor, creating a dull, CLANK sound.

You woke up, seeing the bloody, crazy looking RED man, smiling at you. It was just like in your nightmare.

Seeing you open your mouth about to scream, he lunged at you, crashing his lips into yours, shutting you up.

He pinned your legs and arms onto the bed, while you screamed into his mouth.

It had been 7 minutes of muffled screams and struggling, so you just gave up. He broke the kiss and saw you, red faced, panting, surprised, and a half buzzed and half scared look on your face.

He panted and attacked your neck, biting your neck until blood came out, you screamed but he slapped a hand over your mouth. He lapped up your blood, groaning lustfully, oh lord... it tasted sinfully sweet against his tongue. You moaned through his hand, 'Is this rape?! But... I just moaned.... oh shit... I think I like it.....'

He got up. "Don't worry Sheila, Oi'll make sure people won't hurt ya... in fact... oi'll make sure people know for a fact... you're mine and ONLY mine...

They'll never take you away from me...."