#yandere tf2 medic x reader

[5eraphim]

dbd killers w/ somnophilia

Characters: The Clown, The Shape, The Mastermind, The Deathslinger, The Doctor

Rating: M

Content Warnings: Somnophilia, dubcon, toxic relationship dynamics

Word Count: 1.3k

(song inspo)

The Clown

He is a dirty, dirty, dirty old man. The clown is easily one of the most perverted killers in the game. Somnophilia is just another kink among his long list of perversions. Likely even one of his personal favorites.

He loves to drug you with whatever heavy sedative he can concoct, something he knows you have no hope of actually resisting. Kenneth firmly believes the weak must fear the strong, even if it's not a fair fight. This is another way to control you and keep you under his command. The instant gratification here is immensely appealing.

Loves the feeling of using his own body weight to pin you down, especially if he can feel the way you try to fight back while still weakened and encumbered by sleep, totally oblivious to the gravity of the situation. Additionally, he loves to tie your hands down while he takes advantage of you like this, thinking about how terrified you'll be when you eventually wake up.

When you are awake, he reminds you of how he sees your sleeping body as "free to use." Your body is nothing more than a commodity to him or a vessel he can use for his own pleasure and gratification. To Kenneth, your free will, mind, and intellect are all second value to your body and the satisfaction you can bring him.

The Shape

This more direct perverted side started as a by-product of his fondness for watching you sleep. Slowly over time, growing more and more emboldened around your sleeping body. Always wanting to see how close, how he could touch, how he could manage to provoke you before you stirred or awoke. Though more often than not, Michael is sly enough to know how to have his fun without you waking up suspecting a thing.

Loves to leave kisses all over your body while you sleep, which turn into bruises and bitemarks when you awaken, especially on areas like your lower stomach or thighs. Likes to get as close as possible to the sensitive area between your legs, watching how they tremble and twitch in your sleep while you are oblivious to what is happening.

Michael is far more attracted to the dominance of the act and the helplessness on your end. Rather than the transgressive nature in and of itself.

The Mastermind

Orgasm alarm clock extraordinaire. As one of the most prominent doms in the game, Albert prefers subs to be obedient and well-behaved rather than bratty. Thus, Albert is drawn to the appeal of taking you when you have no choice but to follow his lead and are at his mercy.

He likes to choke you out while you're asleep, even though it almost always results in you waking up immediately. The power he feels in the moment, no matter how brief it may be, is unparalleled.

Albert loves to record you and take pictures of you in your sleep. Sometimes it's when your clothes are already torn off your body, or after you're in a compromising position or something lewd like that, but not always. There's something about how you look so unaware and corruptible that Albert can't get enough of! Of course, these photos are strictly for his eyes only, though he would certainly consider using these as leverage to keep you under his command. And if you ever were dumb enough to try and cheat on him or try to leave him, Albert would leak them in a heartbeat.

(In the Resident Evil games) Albert is used to working late into the night and returning home when you've fallen asleep hours beforehand. It was only a matter of time before he realized your effect on him while unconscious. If you really loved him, surely you wouldn't see anything wrong with him using you to relieve a little stress and tension after a long day, right?

The Artist

Carmina is not the type to wait until you've fallen asleep at all! Instead, she lives for the thrill of toying with you while you're on the edge of sleeping and awakening. Especially into the way, you look so vulnerable like this! How you can be so extra-sensitive to her touch and how she plays with your body, white looking so at peace and beautiful, is breathtaking.

Will be sure to tell you how beautiful your moans sound while you're still half-asleep. Carmina generally prefers partners who are a bit more vocal, so she's sure to treasure every sound you make like this.

Genuinely thinks it's super romantic when you fall asleep in her arms, with her fingers inside you.

Loves to leave long scratches along your back and torso while you're asleep for you to discover on your own the following day. Carmina is always so gentle and cautious around you when you're awake. It's moments like this that help her to alleviate a bit of light-hearted aggression and sadism.

Carmina almost always can satisfy herself using your body without rousing you from sleep. Still, if she were to slip us and accidentally awaken you, she'd be able to lull you back to sleep very quickly. Even in moments of high passion like this, Carmina can almost always maintain at least some level of self-control, keeping you calm and helping you fall back asleep without frightening you.

The Death Slinger

Unlike everyone else, Caleb prefers to take you when both of you are tired rather than when he's wide awake and you're not. Also, he prefers something a bit more low-key with you, like grinding or deep kissing, rather than full intercourse.

If he could keep you like this forever, he would. He despises the way life has been so cold and cruel to him, and having something soft and warm in his bed to return home is more than enough to satisfy his jaded loneliness. Because of this, Caleb finds himself more interested in cuddling your sleeping body, holding you close to his, while he knows you won't try to leave or move away than actually fucking you.

If he were feeling a bit more adventurous, he might consider binding your arms together or to the bed just to see how you'd look, motionless and ensnared like fresh prey. You looked like the perfect prey before your hunter.

Loves whenever you nod off while the two of you are spooning. Caleb loves to start off soft and gentle, only to slowly become more frenzied and heated. Seeing how much more he can get away with while you become less and less able to stop him.

The Doctor

There's this excellent post by @mara-xx217​ who suggests Herman would have a medical insertion fetish. Given the sheer magnitude of his sadism, it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine someone like him taking advantage of you while you're out to do something like that to your body.

He is only slightly less into somnophilia than the others because he generally prefers to torment you while you're awake, and he can really appreciate your reactions. Because of this, he may try to concoct something that would give you nightmares while you're in a deep sleep. He knows he won't be able to fully watch and savor your fear, but even though it's less fun for him, Herman knows that won't make it any less of a hell for you to go through.

When he can, Herman prefers to use injectables or gasses to try and get you to fall asleep the fastest. Rather than some of the others who would rather watch you fall asleep slowly or wouldn't try anything unless they knew you'd been out for some time now. Herman is too addicted to control and power to wait for you to be the one to drift off on your own.

Herman loves how powerful and intelligent he feels looming over your poor, dumb sleeping body. It makes him feel as though he has the power of a God while you can do nothing but sit back and watch.

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

Can't get enough of yandere Medic, can u pls do headcanons for him w/ a significant other who has Stockholm syndrome? Also ur posts go hard fr fr

YES OMG THANJ YOU

Tw: Stockholm syndrome, mentioned kidnapping.

•Medics strategy is essentially this- deprive until asked. If his captive wants something they’ll have to ask him, ask him nicely, and prove they need it.

•Medic wont even talk to them unless they engage. So it’s almost inevitable they develop Stockholm.

•Medic will notice it in the smaller things, the willingness to be held, leaning into his kisses, the slight swoon they develop when he’s around.

•He’s only oblivious as to why, and he assumes it’s a tactic to get him to let them go.

•Medic would likely test them, waking them up to let them out. Upon seeing that they won’t leave he’ll be over the moon.

•As much as he loves causing a little pain, it strains his heart to see his partner anxious. It gets to a point he convinces Ms. Pauling to let them on the base if they’re not already there.

•Hed let them watch him and where he’s going on a little body cam. He sees it as only fair given he keeps an eye on them in he’s quarters

•He’s so happy he can finally take them out in public, and without the risk of them running. He relishes the warmed looks of strangers staring on at them. As if they knew how hard he worked to make you this way.

•He’d always encourage them to be themselves, even if they’re completely dependent on him now.

[awkward-writes-shit]

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…

[hypernova-writes]

Crown Jewel. [Medic][Pt.1]

Synopsis: Being involved with the King shouldn’t have happened. Yet every night you continue to warm his bed, so what made you think you had the right to take that all away?

a/n: This is the start of a little mini series of the yandere royal!TF2! Medic’s fic will have two parts, and here is part one!

A little information before you start! A Crown Jewel is what a darling is referred to in my little series. They are seen as the final piece to the puzzle that is the royal family. Each member is allowed their own Crown Jewel, and if that jewel "fades", it is highly encouraged to replace them. Many women try to be a Crown Jewel, thinking that they would be living the good life, only to realize too late that it is not all that it seems to be. Medic is the first in this series! I will be writing for all 9 mercenaries, they could have fairytale themes and many other things, but they are all surrounding one theme. Royalty.

“…mhm..Come here my Schätzchen..”

You couldn’t resist the pull of him. His voice was smooth and soft, always calling you some sort of pet name that had you so weak in the knees for him.

Stepping into his quarters the door was quickly closed behind you as you made your way over to his bed. He was there, waiting, sitting on the edge of the bed, his shirt long gone, sleep pants on as he beckoned you.

“Your highness..”

“Ah ah… vhat did I tell you to call me vhen ve are alone..”

“Ludwig.”

But not the Royal’s you knew.

People would call you foolish, if you were to tell them that one of the nine royals were in love with you.

They would probably think you’re insane, tell you that you were imagining things and that the royals didn't dare bat an eye at commoners.

They were crazed…Love sick fools that Her Ladyship used to her advantage. They loved hard..and that would end up in death for most of these women who only see them as a way to the top.

You’ve witnessed numerous women come into this palace, trying to sleep their way through the royal cabinet, only to realize before it was too late, that all that glitters is certainly not gold.

“Liebling?”

You jumped as Ludwig pulls your attention back to him as he runs his hands along your hips, he smirks softly as his hands move to your stomach.

“I vonder..how much longer until ve have our little one..Hmm?” He says as he chuckles.

You squirmed as he changed the positions, so that your back was against the plush royal bed. He slowly removes your panties, pushing your dress up above your breasts, groaning softly as he reaches up to caress your body.

“You are going to have my children, y/n. Youll be my Queen..my darling until the end of tme..” Ludwig pulled you forward until you stumbled into his arms.

He chuckles as he nuzzles his face against yours. “My my..You’re falling for me already?”

You could’ve sworn you saw his eyes nearly roll back as he started with deep and hard strokes, pulling all the way out and slamming back into your cunt. “Look at how you take me…you are made for me..just for me..”

“Mein..Gott..you’re so fucking sexy..” He says as he spreads your legs, adjusting your legs as they sat up on his shoulders.

As his cock pushed against your entrance, making you whine as he holds you in place as he slowly pushes his cock into you.

“B-but y-your high-”

“Shh..Shh..” He shushes you, “You’re all mine…don’t worry..no ones gonna touch you..” He moans softly as he leans forward more, nearly bending you in half, pressing your legs to your chest as he slowly picked up his pace.

Ludwig could barely control the needy and breathy moans that left hs throat as his cock delved deeper into your needy hole. His mind was going blank, all he could see was you.

You swollen with his kid, showing you off to the others, making sure that any man or woman who dared even breathe around you knew that you were his.

Because they were his. You were his.

You gasp out and arch your back as his cock was slamming against that sweet spot, it had your once soft whines reaching a new pitch, your nails dragging down his back.

His forehead pressed against your before he attacked your lips with a rough kiss, swallowing all the moans that came from your lips.

And no one was going to take that from him.

You were the air he breathes, the reason that he got out of bed to rule this damned place with his fellow royals. They all could have their own *jewel*. So why couldn't he?

"Mhm..take it..yes..take it like a good girl..for your king..yes~" He cooed as he watched as your face contort in pleasure, signaling that the sweet orgasm he loved to bring you to was coming.

And that was only the first one of many more to come that night.

You weren't leaving that room until he made sure you were his.

Inside and out.

—---

The next day, you were catering to the needs of Prince Jeremy, who you often accompanied at the request of Ludwig, mostly so he could stay out of trouble.

You were also accompanied by Jade.

She believed that they were all beneath the royals. And for some reason she was on the same level as them…just because she was around the longest.

Jade was the head maid, the eldest of all of the maids in the palace.

She had this jaded view on the world, that when she saw any of the staff being friendly and too close with any of the royals, she’d punish them.

“Your highness. Maids are not to mingle with royals. You have ladies in the court of higher standing who can accompany you.”

“Tch. C’mon y/n! You promised you’d help me out wit this! Even ludwig said you would!” The younger prince pouted and you could only offer a sheepish grin.

And Right when you were about to answer, you were interrupted by Jade.

Jeremy sneers at her, rolling his eyes. “Yea? But they’re all a buncha stuck up prissy princesses! I want to hang with Y/n” Jeremy said and Jade only rolled her eyes in response, holding firm.

Once he was out of sight, Jade dragged you into a secluded area before gripping you by your hair and yanking your head back roughly.

“No. Matter of fact.” You wince as Jade roughly grabbed you by the arm. “She has to go help with cleaning tonight for the ball. Good day.”

Jade gripped your arm with a hurting grip, making you wince as you were pulled away from the prince, who glared at Jade, walked away to go to another part of the palace.

“You don’t think I see what you are doing Skank?” She growled at you and you tried to pull at her hand to get it out of your hair but she would only tightened her grip.

“I-i’m not!”

She slams your back into the wall, and she cages you between her arms.

“Liar! You’re just another one of those fucking whores trying to fuck her way up to the top. To get in her ladyship’s good graces. I see right through you!!” She yelled at you before basically tossing you into the wall.

“Don’t think i don’t see you enter his highnesses quarters. You’re not particularly quiet.”

“If I catch you going around them. You. Are. Dead.” Jade threatens before she backs away. She smirks. “Oh. And don’t bother showing your face at the ball tomorrow. It’s for higher ups. And you are not one.”

She turns and leaves, chuckling, leaving you hurting and confused. You didn’t want this position, you weren’t even dong what she accused you of doing. Ludwig…was more obsessed with you than she could even understand. And if you didn’t go to his room tonight, he’d know something was off.

But her threats were not one to be taken lightly. Several maids that she didn’t like have disappeared before, never to be seen again.

So for the first time since being here.

You disobeyed.

GAHHHH I HOPE YOU LIKE THIISSSSS SECOND PART WILL BE OUT TOMORROW <3

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[jermer10]

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.”

[theyanderespecialist]

May I request a Yandere!tf2 (any of the support characters) x shy!reader?

[cluelessatthispoint]

👀 yandere Emesis Blue??

Yandere Blu Medic finding out his Darling is working a tec job for the Reds. Worse yet, he finds them inside the Conager Slaughterhouse.

I just can’t get over how absolutely unhinged Medic is in this film. He starts out with such a gentle voice- then he goes to wreaking havoc at a funeral. I love his crazy.

Ooooh, I like your style! 😎

Alright then.

Yandere Emesis Blue Medic x Reader (who is inside the Conagher slaughterhouse.)

Warnings: yandere thoughts, mentions of blood. Normal Emesis Blue things...

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The feeling of his heart pounding behind his ribcage makes him grimace. It hurt so bad, but it told him that he was still alive. He could feel each palpitation of his heart. How is burned, how it kept beating despite his fear. His hairs stood on end. His sharp inhales and exhales sent warm pain though his lungs. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Nothing but ice-cold fear and burning pain. Everything hurt. It felt like he was dying. Everything burns and feels so numb and cold. The slaughterhouse remained stoic, cold and unforgiving to its pained inhabitant.

His mind tried to focus but still it wandered. His eyes glossing over as his mind struggles to travel to a safe space. Images of you float through his mind. How your voice sounds so soothing when you speak. How you are able to speak and maintain control over your voice. How it sounds so welcoming to his ears after a particularly long and grueling day. How you walk with a little spring in your step when you're happy. Or when you drag your feet when you're tired or sad. The way you always know what to say to others to make them feel better.

The mere thought of you makes his lips twitch up into an ever so slight smile. Letting out a soft and shaky exhale and placing a hand over his heart Medic cautiously turns his head to the left and look around with anxious wandering eyes. Suddenly as if by fate he hears something familiar. Something so comforting sounding.

The dark atmosphere and dangerous environment games away as he recognizes the sound....You. It's your voice. A pang of excitement and joy well up in his chest then come plummeting down. What the hell were you doing here? Why are you here? How?! He walks closer and sees you mumbling to yourself as you clean the floor of what looks like blood. Stepping closer and quietly clearing his throat you look up in surprise.

"(Y/n), what are you doing here?"

Your lower lip trembles and you can feel your heart race. The dark dimly lit corridor and and cold surrounding make the manstanding at the other end of the hall before you look all the more terrifying.

"M-Medic?"

You look on in horror as the Medic gets closer and closer. His steps are clumsy and dragging. You can see the blood splattered all over his torn clothes, his broken glasses hanging from the torn cartilage of his ear....your mind begins to race.

'Where are his eyes?!'

'Where...Oh God, where are his eyes??!!'

You back away as fast as you can. His footsteps getting quicker and quicker. You can hear his ragged breath in his decaying lungs. The smell of his foul odor permeating the area. Tears prick painfully at your eyes and you will yourself not to gag on the spot.

You can feel the gross, burning bile rising at the back of your throat, whimpering as you run away. Your legs ache and your body feels as if your running through copies amounts ice water. Up ahead you remember the door to the exit. A surge of adrenaline courses through you. Dark whispers echo along the walls and ring in your ears. His gravelly soft masculine voice fills your head.

"Mein Leibe..."

The door! You must reach the door!

You get to the door and try to open it. But nothing happens....A devasted wail bubbles up in your throat. It's locked. You sink to your knees and sob pitifully against the barrier preventing you from escaping. Banging your fists against the door like a mad man you scream and cry with terror. The air around you gets colder. You realize that you are now trapped here...with a dead man.

~~~~

Teehee~ I'm such a silly goose.

[redamoureux]

→ MASTERLIST . ⟡

> Team Fortress 2 | Madness combat

( Edited: 21/4/23 )

Multiple characters:

Valentine Special (All Mercs) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part3

Sniper & Scout reaction with darling who has fear of isolation

Scout

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Soldier

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Pyro

Yandere BLU Pyro headcanons/short

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Demoman

-

Heavy

Yandere Platonic Heavy headcanons

Engineer

Platonic Engineer with someone who wants to be like him

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Medic

Medic with darling who has the same interest as him

Medic with darling who passes out from stress

General Romantic Medic Headcanons

Sniper

Sniper with darling who has a child

Spy

Yandere Spy assasinating darling's corrupt family

General Romantic Spy Headcanons

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Canon divergence

General Emesis Blue Soldier short scenario

@redamoureux

[jaydezsworld1]

Searching for requests

Hi so this is my first post here and I want to start writing but I don't have any ideas. The fandoms that I write are South Park, Team Fortress 2, Modern Warfare 2, Demon Slayer, Genshin Impact and Yandere Simulator. Thank you for reading I guess even though it was pretty short for a first post here.

[the-teufort-nine]

My TF2 Fic Rec List [ Fanfics I've Read That You Should Too]

*cracks knuckles* right, let's get started! X Reader fics are not included bc I already did a list of them for an ask. Mind the tags and ratings, as always. I'll add to this as I collect more, but its decently long as is

Symbol Key:

** = Incomplete

~~ = Personal favourite

++ = Under 10k

SpeedingBullet:

~~Running Blind by TheTriggeredHappy

(( Scout's eyes are badly damaged in battle and for some reason, Medic's gun can't fix him. Until they figure out how to heal Scout, he needs someone to look after him and keep him safe.

Sniper is given the job.

[3rd person limited, Scout's POV, some character development done on a whim] ))

The SpeedingBullet fanfic. If you like Scout X Sniper, and you haven't read this one yet, I don't know what to tell you. You are severely missing out on not only a great romance story, but also fantastic team dynamics. Also has an available Podfic!

++From a Hospital Bed by SlightlyLessThanAnon

(( Jeremy wakes up in the hospital, his brain struggling the find coherent thoughts as the world churns around him, in and out of consciousness.

He finds the team may care about him a little more than he thought they did. ))

Short but sweet. More whole team fluff than strictly SpeedingBullet. Very cute.

~~Golden Brown, as well as its sister fic, Take Me Out by Ali_Ker (Alina_Kerrin)

(( After seeing his co-worker in a new light, Scout is faced with unknown feelings and a new, distracting perspective on things. ))

This lovely author can be found here under the handle @alikerao3

Grouped these two together because they are they same story, but told from the perspectives of Scout and Sniper respectively. Definitely a bit of a heavier read, especially for anyone who has dealt with Catholic guilt or internalized homophobia, but my God is it worth it. Don't just read one thinking it isn't worth it to read the other fic. Read both. Also, check out the song that inspired the title.

~~Going Through The Motions by AussieBookworm

(( Working under RED can be repetitive at times - but nothing like this. After a curse is fired his way, Scout is forced to live through the same day over and over and over again. It should be easy for someone as perfect as Scout to break the curse, right? As long as he doesn't have to confront the things he's been feeling towards Sniper it should be a piece of cake! ))

Possibly my absolute favourite TF2 fic right now. Scout gets character development out the ass, Demo has a prominent, important role, and there's a plot twist so good it had me tweaking out. TW for Suicide as a method used to get out of a time loop. Absolutely incredible, and it needs more love.

Gills and Gunpowder by popkeeki

(( Monsters are becoming increasingly rare. Between getting pushed to the periphery of society or being targeted by traffickers, life is hard when you are not (entirely) human. Like many others, Scout tries to keep his true form a secret. It has never really been a problem. That is, until a nosy teammate catches him mid-swim. ))

SpeedingBullet Mermaid AU!! Good luck finding a fic with this premise that also reaches this level of quality.

**~~Pet by Anonymous

(( Sniper's terrified of losing the one person he has in his life. It turns out there's a convenient solution to that: just make sure he has no way out, and the rest will follow.

Scout wakes up in a van he knows all too well, loopy and hungover, and Sniper's waiting for him.

*

Or: Learning to live with claustrophobia in small spaces Or: Making the best of assisted living Or: You can’t outrun a fucking bullet ))

Are you like me? Do you enjoy Scout whump and Yandere!/Possessive Sniper? SpyDad? Do you want more of it in your life? If the answer is yes, than Pet is for you! No NSFW, just pure, delicious kidnapping and one-sided love.

General Fanfic Recommendations:

++Something's Up With Respawn by Camelot_taurus, Old Works (HarveyDangerfield)

(( Respawn starts to glitch, and the Administrator sets Engineer to work fixing it.

It doesn't take long for him to find out exactly what's going ))

Super funny, weird little oneshot. Basically, Respawn starts glitching and producing fucked up, Paperjam Dipper-esque clones of the Mercs.

++Mask Off by MatryoshkaDoll413

(( Scout is sick. Really sick. 'If we can't get this fever under control it's the hospital or the morgue' sick, and Respawn can't help him this time. They'd already tried that. He's gotten so delirious he's fighting Medic every second he's awake, not really lucid enough to remember so much as his own name, much less that of any of the team. Medic is ready to put him under full sedation and try and work things out from there, but Spy has an idea. ))

Wholesome SpyDad fic. Spy actually acts like a dad for once, for his sick little bunny.

~~++Scout, Respond by MatryoshkaDoll413

(( Scout wakes up in a dark, unknown place, with rocks bearing down on him and a spotty recollection as to how he ended up there in the first place. The only thing that keeps him sane is the voice of his team in his ear, telling him to talk, to breath, and, more than anything, to stay awake. ))

Scout gets trapped beneath a collapsed building, and receives comfort from his team over his headset while they race to dig him out. Super cute, definitely a must read, and I've done so more than once.

pick it all up (and start again) by bugbee

(( The clues had always been there, he had just never wanted to see them. Maybe neither of them had, instead content to deny the truth before their eyes for the rest of their days because it was better than confronting the alternative. Except Scout had died, and Spy wasn’t able to keep on pretending for his last moments. A part of Jeremy was glad for it, despite the simmering rage and betrayal and hurt. So when he tried to look God in the eye and tell Him that Tom Jones was his father… He couldn’t. Not really.

(Scout discusses his parentage with God, and stays dead for a little while longer. Well. A lot longer. On the plus side, he gets to attend his own funeral reception.) ))

An alternate take on Scout's death from the comics. Very Scout centric, obviously, and ends happily.

~~A Little Bird Told Me… by the_soup_specter

(( Medic learns a secret— something personal, powerful, big enough to cause a rift in the team of mercenaries that could tear two of them apart. And for once in his life… he’s not sure how to proceed.

With no better ideas, Medic decides to ask his fellow mercenaries for advice. But as dueling viewpoints begin to pile up, will he be able to make a decision before the team is changed forever? ))

Medic learns Spy is Scout's dad, and spills the beans. Everything turns out ok, but man the aftermath initially ain't pretty.

~~seven times he has to explain (and one time he doesn’t have to) by conner_is_alive

(( the trans scout obsession has me in a vice

also if i don’t vent my trans sadness i will literally rip a government building down brick by brick lmao ))

The fic that made me a trans Scout believer. If you're on the fence about that headcanon, maybe give this fic a read.

**~~Kith And Kin by BOREDGrace23

(( Mick never thought much of the BLU team. They were just clones, after all. Designed to be their opponents in a meaningless war.

That's why when he woke up, his vision blurry, his brain blistering from a headache like he'd just woken up from a hangover, and several burning questions about what had happened, he thought it was strange that they hadn't killed him already.

//

Or, BLU are clones and RED are decidedly not. They’re then forced to work together when their teams disappear. ))

If you like Emesis Blue, or horror in general, go read Kith And Kin. And when you finish, go give @boredgrace23 some love for such an incredible fic.

**++Der Junge by UpInFlamesWriting

(( Everyone on the team knows that Scout & Medic do not get along. They're like Sniper & Spy, except less bloodthirsty about it. Medic scares Scout, & Scout doesn't give Medic a reason to like him. When the two of them start being more than friendly all of a sudden, the team starts to worry, especially when it becomes obvious that Medic & Scout are keeping secrets from them. Scout & Medic are not about to tell the rest of the team that they are a pair of transsexual men, especially when Medic agrees to help Scout in his transition. For all the weirdness that goes on in the base, the world is not kind to queer people, & they aim to keep the reason behind their friendship a secret, even if it kills them. ))

Trans Scout and Trans Medic solidarity fic. I need more of this.

Eight Mercenaries and A Toddler by ChaosandMayhem

(( When Respawn malfunctions and their annoying Scout is turned into something far more precocious, it'll take all of the RED team's wits and patience to look after him. At the same time, Engineer must find a way to turn Scout back into an adult before the BLUs-or anyone else-realizes what's happened. No pairings, just a bunch of exhausted trained killers and one hyperactive child. ))

An Ancient Text from 2012 and the only FF.Net fic on this list, EMaAT is a classic for me. Lot's of Spy backstory, if memory serves. Quotes from this live rent free in my mind.

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++Under the Lake by Her_AngelEyes

(( Engineer goes fishing. Hilarity ensues. ))

Don't let the description fool you. This is a non-con/mind break fic. If you like darkfic stuff, than this is for you~

[5eraphim]

NOT SURE IF ANYONE ELSE REQ THIS.... nsfw yandere emesis blue Medic please !! He was literally so caring and kind at the beginning and watching him delve into madness and being like.. that ...was so hot and so good for yandere material! thank u :D

ALRIGHTY! so this one's a little different than what I usually write, and honestly, Medic doesn't have much yandere-behavior until the final scene, but I hope you enjoy, thank you so much for the request!

(This is meant to take place during chapter 5, after he tries to revive Scout in the respawn machine, sees himself over Scout's Ma's body, gets burned by Pyro and is hiding out in a Chapel. And before he's found by Spy and Soldier.)

Title: Heaven Waits

Character: Emesis Blue! Medic 🕊️

Rating: X, MINORS DNI! GO PLAY OUTSIDE!

Content Warnings: Slight spoilers for Emesis Blue, Sad Medic, asphyxiation, sexual massage/hand bathing, gender neutral reader, yandere, oral (male receiving), angst/bad ending, religious themes, death

Word Count: 5.6k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

"I fell in love with the idea that the mysterious thing you look for your whole life will eventually eat you alive." Laurie Anderson explaining her Attraction to Moby Dick

"Is this a dream?" You wondered as you listened to your footsteps echoing in the hollow nothingness stretching endlessly around you. If all this was a dream, you wanted to wake up again. What felt like hours had passed since you woke up in the fetal position on the ground with no memory of how you got here and a full canteen of water strapped around your neck. 

While you weren't hungry, thirsty, or tired, you were overwhelmed by a bewildering sense of loneliness, an anxiety in isolation that only intensified the longer you plodded along. You were almost sure this was a dream, given the surreal lack of life around you, no other humans, no buzzing insects, chirping birds, or scurrying of some mammal- just you and the sound of the wind. The world around you appeared hazy, shrouded by dark shadows, making you wonder if you were lost in civilization or the wilderness. 

Every now and then, you could hear something in the distance, some nondescript moan or growling sound like nothing you couldn't imagine making you freeze up and feel all the more helpless. But just as you were beginning to wonder if you'd been walking in circles, you could see what appeared to be a little urban outskirt in the darkened horizon. And before you could even consider if you were about to run straight into danger, you found yourself racing in the direction of quasi-familiarity. Specifically, something called you toward a squat derelict chapel a distance from the rest of the buildings. Something deep down urged you forward- convinced you were meant to go inside. Like someone was in there waiting for you, someone who could cure you of the crushing loneliness.

The sight of something recognizable filled you with hope; not only was it an actual building, but you could swear you saw the outline of a person inside. You spotted a massive hole in the building beside the shoddily boarded-up door and windows just big enough to crawl through. The chapel appeared rickety by age; the outside was veined with cracks and spotted with gaping holes of missing walls, making the building appear even more fragile. You couldn't guess how long this place was abandoned, but the idea of no longer wandering the darkness lost and alone gave you all the incentive needed to investigate the inside. 

Standing on the other side of the drafty chapel stood a tall man with a familiar silhouette, facing away from you, breaking the silence with a whisper hardly loud enough for you to hear. "Gott hilf mir."

"Medic, is that you?" While you were hopeful, the idea of finding a friendly face in the confusing nightmare you'd awoken in seemed too good to be true, and you were careful not to get too close to the figure before discovering precisely who it was. As you drew closer, inch by agonizing inch, you held your breath, biting down on your lower lip nervously. Too scared to get any closer, you watched with wide, terrified eyes as the figure turned to face you, revealing himself to be exactly who you hoped, though now that you could see his face, you were struck by just how different he looked.

"I am here." Was all he had to say as you paced across the uneven chapel floors in his direction. Not only did he look different, but his voice sounded horse, hardly like the man you knew.

Medic looked years older. The bags under his eyes seemed heavier in the low lighting, and the sweat coating his face emphasized his fine lines, somehow making his face appear more gaunt. You could tell by the way he was facing the light something was off about the half of his face concealed by shadows, but you couldn't quite see. More disturbingly, as you looked down, you realized blood drenched his bare forearms and hands, staining them bright red; his vest and shirt were so soaked with blood it formed little red rivulets trailing down his pants. 

You couldn't imagine what he'd gone through before you found him. To your disappointment, he hardly reacted to your presence, watching you with dull eyes, arms slackened at his sides as he stared straight ahead through the window on the far wall. 

Pausing a few paces away, you wrung your hands together nervously, fiddling with the canteen, listening to the water quietly sloshing inside. "Medic, what happened to you?" The question was so blunt you almost felt embarrassed saying it out loud. He sighed heavily, breaking away from the window, taking a seat at the nearby pew, which creaked as he sat, slumped forward, burying his head in his hands. 

"It's Fritz."

"Huh?"Timidly you approached the bench as though waiting for permission before sitting down, though, to your disappointment, he continued to regard you with little more than melancholic disinterest. Still, he didn't pull away, which you took as an invitation to sit beside him. 

He took his glasses off, leaving them on the side of the bench away from you. Fritz used his hand to rub the sweat from his tired eyes. "It's Fritz now. I have no right to call myself a Medic. Not anymore."

You were about to say something, but he spoke first, "I can't save anyone."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing; sitting beside him on the bench with the canteen on your lap, you whispered, "You don't really believe that do you?"

"I know so." He responded, pressing his lips together into a hard line as though trying to hold in tears. Clearly, he must be referring to what he'd been through before, whatever it was you hadn't witnessed, but thinking back a little further, you remembered how hard Medic took Scout getting laid off. But you were told it was a complication regarding the respawn machine, and you couldn't understand how Fritz blamed himself for this.

"But, Medi- sorry, Fritz, you don't really blame yourself for what happened to Scout, do you?"

He nodded once solemnly, "I do."

"It wasn't your fault, I don't… Fritz, I don't understand why everything's gone insane since the respawn machine went down, but none of this is your fault! I don't know what's going on around here, but let's try and find our way back home; if we work together, we could-"

He shook his head, furrowing his brow, groaning in frustration, "You don't understand! You haven't seen what I've seen. If you knew what I've done- what I did to that poor boy, you'd never want to see me again." Fritz's voice cracked with emotion, like even saying Scout's name hurt him. 

There was no way he would tell you what he'd seen, but you refused to believe his words. "That can't be true." 

"I made Jeremy go through respawn! I knew it was dangerous, but I forced him through anyway! I was reckless- I was stupid! I'm the one who turned him into a smear of blood on the floor!" His hands balled into fists, clutching the fabric of his pants as he shouted. You could feel your stomach drop imagining what happened to Scout in this awful place, but you also felt all the more compelled to get Fritz out of here. 

Turning to lean closer to him, you reached out to touch his blood-splattered arm, pleading, "Fritz, please, don't talk like that. I don't know what you're going through, but I can't stand by and let you give up like this! Come back to base with me, I know we don't know how to fix this yet, but we can't do anything sticking around here! We need to move now!"

He looked up, eyes unfocused and haunted, speaking in a hoarse croak. "For God's sake, he was so young- He had his entire life ahead of him, and I took all that away. If his mother knew what I'd done-" His voice broke off into a choked sob, "Oh God, his mother-"

Fritz held his head in his hands as he began panting erratically, almost hyperventilating, his knuckles going white as he fisted his hair, his terror was impossible to understand, and you were almost too scared to get any closer for fear of intensifying his anxiety, but seeing him tormented hurt too much. Leaning close enough to feel his breath on your face, you placed your hands over his, gently pulling them from the sides of his face to your lap over the canteen. Fritz wouldn't meet your gaze, focusing squarely on the sight of your hands wrapped around his, trying to calm his trembling. A part of you wanted to know exactly what happened to Scout's mother, but you doubted Fritz was in the state to talk about it.

"Fritz, we need to get you out of here before-" 

To your surprise, Fritz began to laugh wildly between his dog-like panting, the sound giving you goosebumps, "Before what? Before I'm killed again? Can't you see- there is no way out!"

Your mouth went dry. "Killed… again?"

He didn't answer, rocking back and forth as he laughed. You shouted desperately, squeezing his hands between yours, "Fritz, what's happened to you?" 

He laughed maniacally for a moment until it quieted to a chuckle, "Maybe you're right… None of this is real. None of this makes sense, none of this means anything, and it's all a matter of time before I die for good. If I were you, I'd run. Save yourself from me while you can!" His grin terrified you, the expression so frightening it made him appear even less like himself. Only now, with your forced closeness, registered the scar of burnt tissue from his left ear, down the side of his face, almost extending down his neck. Once you noticed the blotch, it was impossible to look away.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you forced yourself to speak. "I don't understand any of this more than you do, Fritz, but I won't leave without you. I would never leave you behind. I don't care what you've done here, for God's sake- you're a good man! You don't deserve to die alone here!" You could see his face visibly sour when you called him a 'good man.'

Drawing a deep breath, he slouched back a little, reclining against the pew but keeping his hands on your lap. "Do you believe there's another side? Will there be an afterlife when you die? Will there be any mercy for people like me? Or is this my eternity?"

Hearing him admit defeat like this was so unlike the Fritz you knew; it was almost insulting to hear. "Stop talking like that! You're not going to die, and you aren't dead yet; please, let me get you out of here!"

His eyes narrowed as he finally looked you in the eye. "Do you remember how you got here?"

You blinked, "What?"

He continued in a sharp tone, "Do you know how long you've been here?"

"Fritz, what do you-"

You could feel his fists tightening between your hands as he continued, "Tell me, how do you know you're not already dead?"

Your eyes widened hearing him say that. No matter how hopeful you tried to sound, you had no answer for him. Fritz was right. You had no idea how long you'd wandered the darkness trying to find another living person, how you got here, or why you were brought here. You genuinely had no idea how you came to wake up here, and you couldn't entirely deny the possibility you really were dead.

You felt so cold, while you could feel your heart beating, your hands felt numb, and you felt yourself swaying in your seat, unable to remain steady as Fritz continued to question you. But it couldn't be true. You refused to let yourself believe it was so!

There was no getting through to him like this, pushing the canteen off your lap onto the bench to stand up facing him. You closed the distance between the two of you until you were close enough to crawl onto his lap, legs straddling either side of his body. He looked slightly baffled but didn't make any effort to pull away. Cupping the sides of his face with the palms of your hands, you forced a small, compassionate smile. He pulled back slightly, pressing his back harder against the bench, though he made no effort to push you off. "Fritz, no matter what happens to us or what you do, I'll always wait for you. I will always try to find you." 

"Why?" He muttered.

"I care about you; I always will. There is nothing you can do to change that." You had no idea if you were saying the right thing or not, but to further convince him, you pressed a loving, almost parental kiss to the top of his head, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, gently pressing yourself as tight up against him as possible, signing in with content and relief when you felt his arms numbly wrap around your waist. His body felt cold, and you suspected yours did too, but up against each other like this, at least it would be easier to warm up.

Fritz felt so small and vulnerable in your arms, more fragile than you'd ever seen him before. The feeling of his weak arms wrapped around your body was as sweet as it was heartbreaking. He squeezed you tighter as you pressed your forehead against the top of his head, rubbing tiny circles into his scalp with your fingertips as you hummed quietly. 

Touching his cheek with a trembling hand, you inquired gently, "What happened to your face?"

His lips pressed into a hard line as he turned his face, pulling away slightly, "It's nothing... It doesn't hurt." You could tell he didn't want you to worry about him, but your eyes drifted down as you got a closer look at how roughed up he really was.

"Your hands are covered in blood- Is it… yours?" 

He shook his head, "The Conaghers."

Blood splattered from his fingertips to elbows and caked the front of his vest and undershirt. Placing both hands on the top buttons of his vest, you began undoing the buttons.

"What are you doing?" He sounded dazed but didn't try to stop you, which you took as a sign to continue, trying not to get too grossed by the dry, crusted blood stains that stiffened the fabric. 

"You're filthy. I'm going to clean you up." Hopping down from his lap, you worked to completely undo his vest; you helped him shrug it off, placing it beside him on the pew. 

"What's the point? You'll just waste your water." He sounded pessimistic but compliant as you undid the buttons on his undershirt. As you suspected, the blood seeped entirely through the fabric, crusts of blood getting caught in his chest hair, staining his skin, and you couldn't help but worry for a moment you wouldn't have enough water to get the job done. While you'd seen him covered in blood countless times before, seeing him so beaten down and depressed while enveloped in gore made it hard to look at him.

Forcing half a smile, you replied, "C'mon, don't worry about that. Let me do what I can to help." 

Without another thought, you stepped back a little, pulling off your shirt, pouring out most of the water in the canteen to drench the fabric, then pressing the wet cloth to his shoulder. "This will probably feel a little cold. Just try to relax, alright?"

You could swear you saw his eyes lingering on your exposed body for a moment before nodding, letting his eyes drift shut, and sighing softly as you began to work the cold cloth against his chest. 

Trying to remove all the blood coating him was a tall order; Fritz was a big guy, and you only had so much water at your disposal, but you couldn't help but notice the tension slowly draining from his face as you continued to wipe away the blood. His breathing began to deepen and slow as your fingers crept from his chest lower down. It would be easy to try and get even lower, but you wanted to keep Fritz mellow and take as much time as possible. After you'd cleaned his upper chest, you drapped the cloth around his neck and began massaging the taunt muscles in his shoulders, trying to work some tension from his upper back. 

Fritz's head lulled a bit further back as you pressed your fingers harder into his flesh. You could watch him like this forever, but you forced yourself to focus on where he was the dirtiest, his hands. You wrung out the rag and dowsed some more water on it before kneeling down. Creeping closer to plant yourself between his spread legs, taking his right arm with yours while you used the other arm to swab the carnage from his skin. Working with the utmost care, you tried your best to clean the filth from the creases of his hands, from under his nails, and out of the hair coating his arms, trying to ignore the putrid smell in the process.

Doing the same to the other arm, you were honestly amazed at how much blood you'd managed to scrub away, though without soap, you couldn't do anything to clean up the red residue plastered across his arms and chest. Staying put on your knees before him, you knew the right thing to do was re-dress him and look for a way out now that you'd gotten him as clean as possible. But the sight of Fritz, half undressed and finally relaxed, made you pause. "Would it really be so bad to stay just a while longer?" You wondered. 

You didn't want to awaken him from the calm trance he'd fallen into, so you began to advance with feather-light movements, placing one hand on the top of his knee, the other on the bare skin just above his belt. You whispered, "Can I get these off too?"

Looking down at you through half-lid eyes, he hesitated momentarily before nodding, "Please." 

His face was flushed, and you could tell he was already semi-aroused from the massage. Fritz watched as you undid his belt, unfastening his pants, shifting in his seat as you pulled them down to his ankles. Despite his encouragement, for a moment, you were too scared to touch him, as though all it would take was one wrong move to shatter the peaceful mood. All you wanted to do was make Fritz feel relaxed, content, and loved; now was your moment to do just that.

Leaning in closer, you kissed the skin on his belly when your hands just were, feeling Fritz stiffen above, inhaling between clenched teeth. "So far, so good." You assured yourself as you inched your hands up from his knees to his thighs, kissing lower and lower until your lips hit the waistband of his briefs. You were about to ask again if he was alright with this, but he moved first, shucking off his briefs just enough to pull his cock out. 

The moment you saw it, you knew you were officially out of patience, and your need to please Fritz took over entirely. Closing your eyes, you connected both hands with the base of his shaft before kissing his head with parted lips. The impact made him throb against your mouth and grab a fist of your hair on impulse. You opened your mouth wider to take his head, parting your lips further, letting your tongue roll out to feel the vein along the length of his underside. 

You had to force your mouth open even wider as he mindlessly bucked forward slightly into your open mouth, the movement taking you by surprise but exciting you even more. Running both hands along the sides of his hips, you could feel muscles tensing under your fingers, Fritz writhing in his seat as you continued to coat his length in saliva, the slick mixing with the few dribbles of precum he'd begun to release. You couldn't help but be surprised at how fast Fritz was coming undone; he must've been more pent-up than you thought. Not that you minded any.

Just as you were sure he was about to come, you felt Fritz tugging your hair, forcing you to disconnect. Confused, you looked up at him, momentarily worried you'd done something wrong. Fritz let go of your hair, pushing himself further upright on the bench. The sight of the man from below, fully erect, coated in his own sweat with his thighs spread wide, made your mouth water and your heartthrob. 

After taking another second to compose himself, he rasped, "Please, let me feel all of you! God, I'm so close, but please! I need you!" 

Needing no further invitation, you nodded eagerly. Bracing yourself on Fritz's bare legs as you got to your feet, trying to ignore the annoying ache in your knees after being forced against the stone floor for too long. Cynically you realized riding Fritz was the most purpose you'd felt since waking up in this terrible place, but you didn't care. You felt a throb of pleasure as you felt his eyes on you as you fully undressed, as he pushed his briefs all the way down, stepping out of them as he mindlessly spread his thighs a little wider in anticipation. 

You could tell he was trying to restrain himself as you took your time sitting on his lap, spreading your legs over his; Fritz wrapped both arms around your back as you eased closer. 

Pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, he spoke, "If we get out of this, will you wait for me- you wouldn't leave me behind, would you!?" Fritz looked at you with wild eyes, his pupils blown out, face flushed bright red with a neediness that bordered on insanity. He was irresistible.

You couldn't help but grin, "Of course, I'll owe you after you waited so patiently for me."

Using the top of the pew's backrest, you gripped tight, grinding your sex against his cock; Fritz instinctively hugged you tighter with a strength great enough to squeeze the air from your lungs. The feeling was intense but not unpleasant. You felt a throb from below as he blindly attempted to guide you into place. His head pressed against the sensitive flesh between your legs, which felt heavenly. His body felt searing hot, all-encompassing, and desperate; you couldn't help but feel yourself locking up, blinded by the pleasure, your mind going blank as you listened to Fritz's choppy, heavy breathing as he too, felt pleasure overtaking his mind.

Fritz rolled his head back, eyes drifting shut; he reluctantly unwrapped one arm from around your waist, groping with his hand until he found the top of your hip. Watching him so high out of his mind with pleasure was amusing, as he tried to guide you. But you were too turned on to sit back and watch for too long, and the feeling of his dick coated in precum and spit against your entrance let you know he wouldn't last much longer anyway. 

"J-just a little more-" Fritz looked pleadingly up at you, needing just one nod from you before thrusting up. He was painfully horny but still unsure how much you could handle. But you weren't about to let him down now. When you mounted him, he was fully aroused, and you knew taking him fully inside wouldn't be easy. It stung slightly, forcing yourself to stretch to accommodate him, though as you rocked against him, the easier it became. 

Stealing a kiss as you wrapped both arms around his neck, you felt him pushing deeper inside, increasing the friction, forcing you to brace all your weight against him as he thrust up. 

The feeling of Fritz's teeth biting down harshly on your neck made you wince and mindlessly clench down even harder against him, the sensation only incentivizing him to continue. His mouth biting against sensitive skin, his hips rolling against yours, feeling absolutely feral with lust caught up with you fast, and as you ground against his lap, you felt a dawning climax. You couldn't get enough, wanting to feel him deeper, feel every inch of his body against yours; even as you came, you continued to grind, wanting to ride out your high as long as possible. As Fritz felt you coming on his lap and saw your face awash with pleasure, he felt his heart throb, and as he watched you coming down from your high, he picked up the pace, watching your limp body moving in rhythm with his thrusts as he came deep inside. 

Your head felt heavy and fuzzy; the world was still blurry as you felt yourself coming down; carefully, you separated from his dick, trying not to think about the mess you'd made after just cleaning him up. You were too spent to worry or do anything about it, and it didn't seem like Fritz was concerned either, allowing you to sit back down on his lap, securing both arms around your waist, and keeping you from going anywhere.

Even after the two of you managed to catch your breath, neither of you tried to separate; it felt too good to finally have a warm body to hold and feel wrapped around yourself after spending so much time lost and cold in the dark. Now, no amount of noise the unknown malicious creatures made bothered you. So long as you could feel Medic's body under your own, nothing could scare you. He held you tight, like a child holding a teddy bear after awakening from a nightmare, it wasn't painful, but you could tell he was still terrified. 

Quietly you spoke, your head still resting against his neck, "Do you really think we're dead?"

Fritz sighed, "I wish I knew." He sounded frail and defenseless. Emotionally devastated but too exhausted to really care. "If this is hell, I know I deserve it."

You buried your head deeper into the crook of his neck, shaking your head, muttering "No, you don't." under your breath. Before now, you hadn't considered this place could be hell; even now, you stubbornly refused to believe it. 

"Maybe it's not hell. All this loneliness and wandering in the dark, it feels more like purgatory than hell." You hated how bleak that sounded. Even as you were trying to inspire hope, there was no ignoring the morbid reality of the situation. 

Fritz pulled away slightly to face you, his brows furrowed slightly with curiosity. "You think there's a way out?"

"In Paradiso, the souls in purgatory are forced to repent for their sin before entering heaven. Maybe that's how it really is… I guess wandering around, all the fear, could be some kind of penance. " You broke eye contact, looking down, feeling less and less confident with your words the longer you went on. 

"So you think there's hope we can get out of here?" Fritz remained still as a statue; you could feel his eyes on you as he spoke. 

"Well, yes- but it depends. I mean- people who were less sinful in life usually weren't stuck in purgatory as long as people with more or more severe sins, but I have no idea what to make of anything around here…" You trailed off, feeling awkward, not knowing what to say next, let alone something he wanted to hear. 

He huffed, "If you're right, I'll be stuck here for ages. If I ever do, get out."

He finally slackened his arms, letting them fall to his sides, limp as you embraced him. As you remembered all you went through to try and lift his spirits, to give him hope to come home- you couldn't help but feel, despite your best efforts, you failed miserably. He opened his mouth to say something, but you interjected,

"Although, it's been said when the living prays for the souls in purgatory, they progress remarkably faster. No matter the sinner or their sins, there's hope so long as you're in purgatory." 

"Redeem ourselves? All I've done is take advantage of you- You shouldn't try to save me; I'm never getting out!" Once again, you could see his eyes water with tears as he clenched them shut. You couldn't bear to watch him cry, rising to a kneeling position and straddling his legs. With one arm around the top of his head and the other around his neck, you gently pulled his head against your body, hugging him tightly into your chest as his shoulders shook with sobs. 

It took all your resolve to keep from crying yourself; despite trying to affirm some hope for Fritz, you felt just as helpless. But you consoled yourself, knowing even though you had no idea where the two of you were or how long you would be here, you loved him. That much you knew would never change. With a heavy sigh, you separated from him, sliding down from the pew and kneeling beside him on the stone ground, resting your cheek against his bare legs as you looked up at him. "There's nothing you can do to make me hate you."

He looked forward, staring at nothing in particular, his face unreadable, "Have you ever heard of a soul in purgatory to send another to heaven?"

"I mean, it's possible." Was the best you could answer.

He buried his head in his hands, working his fingers through his hair, "Were you really searching for me the entire time you were awake out there?"

Without hesitating, you answered, "You were the first thing on my mind. I felt so lost and alone; I knew someone needed me. I didn't doubt for a second it would be you."

Fritz didn't appear convinced. "Why didn't you give up after you couldn't find me?"

"You were all I could think about." You answered honestly.

Forcing himself to look at you, Fritz spoke, leaning forward, propping his head up with one hand, pressing his chin against his fist, "If you're right, if we are in purgatory, if you do get to heaven before me- do you promise you'll wait for me?"

Picking your head up from his lap, you straightened, resting your hands on the pew, "For you, I'd wait forever."

He nodded, "For both our sakes, I hope you're right."

Before you could ask what he meant by this, Fritz was leaning over you, close enough to press a quick kiss to your forehead, and only a second to register what he was doing before grabbing your neck in both hands. He tightened his grip with all his strength, making you cough and choke on your saliva in shock as he forced his trembling hands to squeeze even tighter. 

You tried to resist for a few pathetic moments as though you were any match for him physically, let alone while he had you like this. You could feel his hands slickening with the sweat which still coated the back of your neck from earlier, though this did nothing to weaken his grip. The pressure made your head pound, completely disorienting you. Despite your continued struggle, you knew you wouldn't have much longer. 

You feared it would come to this; Fritz was too far gone to save; he'd abandoned hope before you got to him. There was no way you could've actually managed to bring him home. The best you could do was offer him a moment of pleasure before he forced himself to forge ahead. His hands wrapped around your throat, cutting off your air supply. It hurt like hell, and you couldn't help but instinctively try to claw at his hands and shift your weight back away from him- as though it would do anything to slow him down. Fritz winced, listening to the sound of your choking, though his grip didn't budge.

Fritz couldn't bear to hear the sound of the life leaving your body, the broken, pathetic wheezing and coughing filling the abandoned chapel. He cried, "You said you'd never hate me- you promised you'd always come back for me! I swear I'm only doing this because I love you! And you shouldn't be here! Not with people like me!" Fritz fought hard against his emotions, keeping his hands locked around your throat as tight as possible. His vision was blurred by his own tears. Watching you suffer was agony, but he knew killing you was the greatest mercy he could offer you. He'd do anything to get you out of this terrible place, even if he had to do this over and over again. Fritz swore to himself he would. He was a wretched man. He deserved to be alone with the guilt of what he'd done forever. Your eyes were red and puffy, and you were in too much agony to focus on anything, not even the man trying to end your life.

"Please, please- you'll forgive me for this, won't you?! Tell me you understand!"

It was impossible to respond with his hands around your neck; he knew that, even if you could answer and miraculously tell him precisely what he wanted to hear, it wouldn't alleviate his guilt. All you could do was muster up the last of your dying strength to nod once, doing your best to communicate an "I forgive you." before everything went black. 

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

so like the thing is, i want medic to wrap his hands around my neck until i hear the latex in his gloves start to squeak, nd i wanna feel him up while hes still wearing his heavy over coat and watch him get hotter nd hotter under the collar, and i wanna feel the heavy rubber sole of his shoe between my shoulder blades as he slowly crushes me into the floor, nd i wanna help clean him up and wash all the sweat and gore off him when he returns home from a mission, and let him knock me out with painkiller nd go absolutely fucking crazy on my almost dead body, and - *i am forcibly removed from the podium and booed off the stage*

Ouuuggh wonderful!

Tw: choking, asphyxiation, degradation, horny medical examination, medical malpractice, biting, blood, violence, kicking, stepping, non con, drugs, allusions to death, unprotected sex.

Cycle of Violence Yandere Medic x Fem reader.

Medic had never fazed you before, you made it a mission in the field to either try or die trying.

Your position, in fact, had you actively apart from medic. As a type of support.

The doctor of course, noticed you.

It was nearly impossible not to! In the heat of the battle no one shone as great as you did in the field. So he always had his eyes on you.

When the winter months rolled around your first year you grew weary. Where the respawn machine could keep you from death, it could never keep you from illness.

When you’d respawn.

It’d come back.

Even the blistering heats of New Mexico had to yield to lady winter.

This year was the worst yet. Your engineer had fallen victim to the worst head cold he’d received on account of record breaking cold spikes. Causing you to not only pick up his end of work but also the itching feeling in your throat.

You weren’t scared of your medic.

In fact you found him quite harmless, professional at work, silly off hours. The steel of his door felt like nothing to you as you pushed it open.

The doctor himself seemed frazzled at the notion.

You merely sat yourself on the edge of his operating table and explained the issue to him. After a while he took out his necassary tools.

“Ah yes, and you were saying it was causing breathing abnormalities?”

You nodded as he pressed the stethoscope to your chest. One breath brought wheezing, and the next sharp, dry, coughs. Your shoulder hurt from the intensity of such, and the pain traveled down your arm.

The doctor tsked slightly before practically trotting off to find some more supplies.

Here was the time you likely should have realized something was wrong.

The doctors cold gaze softened as he stared at you. He smiled just as brightly as he normally had, placing a warm, welcome hand on your shoulder. His warm breath smelling fresh as he spoke to you about possible treatment.

And then he pegged this-

“Would you mind at all if we did some testing?”

Something you, didn’t mind at all.

You sat as straight as he told you before the hand, which was previously at his side pressed two fingers against your lymph nodes. He felt around for the ball, just a moment though.

Standard practice would’ve dictated longer. Instead his thumbs met above the center of your throat. Warm rubber feeling strange, as you could feel him shaking.

“Just a test my friend! Don’t worry.” You gave him a thumbs up and his hands clamped down. Your hands shot up to his wrists and your vision instantly began to cloud.

The severity of such a force sent you backwards. Medic fell forward with you, his words garbled. All senses were replaced with energetic heat. It sizzled through your body as if you were being burnt alive.

You couldn’t keep your eyes open during the struggle.

Only high pitched noises breached your ears, and you found yourself not breathing at all.

The cartilage in your spine popped noisily in your brain, and your lungs felt empty. Or full, you couldn’t tell. You felt like you were going to pop. You could barely tell how the doctor was easing his knee between your thighs. Pressed harshly against your heat, how he spit words of filth to you as you weakly held onto his face,

Begging for him to stop.

When you woke up in the respawn machine you couldn’t remember a thing.

How you got there or what caused your death. The idea frightened you but the day went on and every time you breathed your chest pound in anger back at you.

You felt spent and afraid. Whimpering pathetically as you drove your hands along the wall, in a plea you’d make it to Medics room before you died.

And that you did.

You looked up pathetically at the doctor, thanking him with what little breath you could that he let you in.

You were comfortable around medic and had no reason to fear him.

You barely knew him, but he’d always given you a dashing smile around the breakfast table so you knew he could be trusted.

“Now what would you rate your pain my dear?”

You held up an eight on your fingers, whimpering a bit more when he went between them and pressed right above your belly.

Pain coursed in a circle inside you. Painting a portrait in vicious hues before swiping it away again. You held onto the doctors shoulders as he continued. He explained his actions as “Checking for bumps.”

You didn’t understand how that would help you in the slightest but his warmth allowed you to breathe.

Your hand absentmindedly went under his labcoat, fiddling dazed with the shirt underneath.

You expressed no discomfort as his hand stayed stagnant over your chest. The heat permeated your flesh and you felt to do the same.

Your hands fished his shirt out of his pants and slid up the curled expanse of his body. The thick muscles underneath would’ve shocked you had it not been for the beheamoth of medicine he carried around on him. You hummed pleasantly as your seemingly permanently cold hands trailed along him.

As you reached his chest you contentedly rested there. Medic removed his hands from you, only to plant them by either side of your hips and lead closer. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, hearing the fast paced thudding of his heart.

Beads of sweat ran down his neck and you had little thought left in your brain but to lick it. He panted, nearly falling on top of you as you did. The wet feeling of your tongue on him catching him in a vice grip.

He moaned as his arms moved further behind you.

And you only kept working your mouth over his neck, hands kneading gently at his soft and hairy chest.

Suddenly the needle of a syringe stuck your own neck.

When you woke up in the respawn machine you couldn’t remember a thing.

You felt hot and sweaty, unnerved by the way you’d waken up.

You found yourself sticking by medic that entire day. Conversing with the busy man, and fucking up every shot you took.

Your team glared at you as you walked in that day. Your body was wrecked with pain, and one by one you filed into the medbay.

You were mature enough to know you’d fucked up. And you stayed at the back of the line. Dell, who had recovered the night before smiled at you as you went in. He pulled you into a hug before hand offering some words of advice.

“Take it from me kid. We’ve all got out off days out there. It can be pretty stressful, you just gotta remember to keep to your own and stay out of trouble ya hear?” You smiled sheepishly, “Thank you Engie.”

“Anytime sug’.” He said calmly before walking off.

Today you didn’t feel right about medics lab. You hesitated to even call it an “office” as there was no feeling other than brutal tension inside.

“What happened out there?” The door slammed closed from its open position. A shocking feat given its weight. Then man positioned behind it had a calculating gaze. His usually happy demeanour skulking as he slowly brushed by you.

You looked towards the ground, aching hands clasped tightly across your body as you sought for a word that couldn’t be found.

Medic sat impatiently in his rolling chair before gesturing with his finger. When you got close enough to him he grabbed you tightly from the collar of your uniform and pulled you in.

“Sit. You don’t deserve to be above me.”

You sat abruptly listening in for any change in his tone. His demeanor. But you swallowed hard upon realizing what he expected.

Before you could understand what you were telling him, you babbled out apologies on top of one another. You incohearent sentences music to the man’s ears as his posture decompressed. His eyes stared right back into yours, and he could feel the sincerity from you.

“Oh schatz, I understand. I don’t think it was entirely your fault… but then again.” He tilted his head to one side as an impish grin crawled unto his features. “We’re you nor the one who caused our team to loose?”

He stood up imposingly, backlit from the dim white lighting above.

Before you could say anything he shoved your shoulder to the side harshly before taking his heel to your back.

You thrashed up in a feeble attempt to fight back, but his heel stomped down in your tailbone with a sick thud noise.

You yelped in pain, attempting in vain, to crawl away. Like a helpless roach pinned beneath a cat. The feeling only continued to worsen as he slammed his heel back down with reverence between your shoulder blades.

The crack was unholy, and your vision went black. You could only feel the horrible mans boot above you. The pressure keeping your chest flat to the ground. You whined and he hushed you as soft as any lover would.

And again he ground into your back. Heel digging into your muscles until they forcibly snapped- from one another.

You could only scream and hear him laugh as you cried yourself to sleep.

When you woke up in the respawn machine you couldn’t remember a thing.

You sat there, huddled in the corner for a good three hours before someone found you. You can’t remember who.

You don’t remember what you were wearing but it showed that you’d been bleeding for a very long time.

When you were dropped off in the medbay you were unconscious, eyes glued to something in the darkness. Never looking at the lights or grey world around you.

The men had called that day off, but medic insisted that they could go on without you. He’d left you patched up and in your room, recovering well as you stared ahead.

You didn’t understand. It’d been almost a week and you couldn’t remember a thing. You sobbed for a while.

No one came.

You talked to yourself and made yourself mad trying to understand what you were thinking.

No one came.

But he came when you were asleep, gently shaking you awake. Smiling blue eyes the only reprieve you had from a splitting headache and fragmented reality.

His hand came up to meet your head, now bare and uncaring of your flesh.

“Doctor, I’ve been having nightmares.”

You grabbed a wet wipe from your desk and absentmindedly cleaned his hand still sticky with sweat.

You rolled his sleeve up a bit more.

You continued,

he pressed about the dreams, smiling to you as you described how bad they were.

He no longer had a shirt on. He was above you and in his boxers. You wondered just how you ended up this way. Gently wiping off your teams medic, but his warm flesh seized your brains capacity to function.

You brushed through his hair with your fingers, an action that seemed to have him taken aback. But as you retracted them be grabbed your hand and kissed it smiling happily up at you.

“You’re so so cute did you know that?” His smile was unreasonably bright, it hurt to look at.

“I need medication doctor.”

Medic paused his advances as you said this. Confusion melted in his brain but the same hadn’t shown on his face. Instead he scrambled off the bed in search of what he’d brought.

A jar full of pretty pink and blue pills.

You leaned back and popped the ones he gave you with little thought behind the action.

Why would you think?

The room was soooo hot.

Could you remember what happened? What you’d seen, heard, felt…

Felt…

Felt. Hands.

His hands grazed your sides as your eyes glazed over. Already wet with tears you couldn’t feel a damn thing.

Your vision was beging go cloud with liquidy static, starting at the edges before fizzling around the pupil.

You knew it was sleep, but your adrenaline kept you awake.

Awake enough to feel your body being yanked towards him, breasts fondled harshly as he allows his flesh to not examine, but devour.

His nipping, and gnashing jaws, things that would usually be an issue felt like itching at the flesh of a disembodied system. Nothing coukd hurt you here. The ripping threads of your garment littered the floor and he dipped below.

Everything around you felt like it was falling, and moving up around you at the same time.

A horrifying caress of Alice’s experiences in wonder land.

Warm

Wet

Tongue, his tongue on your flesh felt searing, and you couldn’t be bothered in the slightest, your body was limp.

A small and very pliable doll.

Something to wreck

To tear into and devour.

But he didn’t want that now, he wanted you. And he needed just a bit more than the surface level blood he could draw from his biting.

What drew you into this wild world of killing? Had you grown so numb to your natural life that you expected something different here?

Medic shoved his face between your thighs, lasciviously flaunting skills that took years in the making with small flicks and harsh presses of his mouth.

No sounds roused from you. No nothing.

You were still,

And quiet.

And present.

How he wanted you really. From the start he’d hoped to be knuckle deep in your dripping hole. Who cares if the dripping was from lube or not?

It didn’t matter when he held you close and whispered to you. Pretending like what he was doing was normal when you were little more than a warm pillow by then.

He could get over it.

With the same hand inside of you, he started jacking. Warning his cock to slip deep, deep into you.

He wanted you to feel it.

But you couldn’t, so he’d have to improvise.

He lined himself up and slammed in.

Oh it could’ve wakened you.

The thrust almost against your cervix, pounding away the moment he stuck himself in you. The pulsing of his balls, dripping with the precum of a man who had held his orgasms for nearly a month.

He was desperate and he needed you.

He always needed you. And he rolled his hips, thrusting his cock harshly in and out. A brutal pace to set for a cooling fuck doll. The sleep made you cold. You could feel your breath.

The sleep made you cold, and you could feel his hands.

The sleep made you cold.

It made you…

You could feel everything.

The veins on his dick were thick and weaves through the complex structures in your walls. He always angled his cock to hit at the top, and a fraction of a centimeter away from your cervix.

His hair scratched at your skin, sometimes leaving raw red patches were it dragged.

And he just pulled your hair back and hit.

And hit

And hit.

It was at random and accommodating only what he enjoyed doing. And the fuzziness came back, this time the liquid static shot down, furling and curling. It lead your stomach to churning a vicious wave. Everything was floating.

“Ich werde dich zum Abspritzen bringen, Mädchen. Du wirst es tun, bist du nicht mein Haustier? Du bist nah dran und du weißt es. Sperma jetzt, komm jetzt, mach es!”

His spitting words and hand snatched ruthlessly across your face forced the waves within you to crash.

The feeling sent you forward on shaky legs, ass in the air as he turned you around and shoved himself back in.

Warmth.

Finally.

Deep and burning, and placid.

Like a thick blanket of-

When you woke up in the respawn machine you couldn’t.

[awkward-writes-shit]

YAY! Your ask box is open!

How you doin'? (I hope well)

So I just loved your Yandere Medic(TF2) headcannons soo....

Mayhaps could you do something just like that where reader starts out being kinda freaked out by him and then ends up reciprocating is love?

Feel free to ignore, thanks!

-🦘 anon

YOU SHALL NOT BE IGNORED-

Also I’m doing amazing. Everyone is so sweet and my mutual is the best!

Yandere Medic x Reader pt.2

You started to realize Medic was being weird around you after the others started to space themselves.

Scout wouldn’t throw an arm around your shoulders anymore, Demo wouldn’t offer you a drink, hell, Pyro wouldn’t even ask you to colour anymore! He ALWAYS asked you to colour with him!

Not only that but the surgeries he did on you became more and more frequent.

He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore, just telling you that he wanted to look at your organs.

When you started to try to space yourself from him, HE. WAS. PISSED.

You didn’t even know that he could get that loud. In all actuality, it was kind of scary…

It only became worse after he locked you in his lab one night. You might’ve been there for days if Soldier didn't forget something inside and decide to kick down the door.

But… It wasn’t the worse…? I mean, you got to hang out with Archimedes and the other doves.

For some reason his doves love you… Half cute, half creepy.

As another month went by, you just decided that this is who Medic was.

Yes, you had to gaslight yourself into believing that, but it just made everything easier. It also wasn’t that much of a contrast of who he was previously.

Hell, you could say you started to ENJOY his behaviour.

Starting to hang out with him more on your own time, cease fire days spent playing connect 4 with him using Scouts organs. (Much to his dismay)

But of course you wouldn’t know the full extent of his love. You weren’t allowed to see his truest colours just yet.

He wasn’t very patient, but for you, he could be.

He would wait as long as he had to in order to sweep you off your feet.

For now, he was perfectly content with watching you from afar and spending time with you.

…For now…

YIPPIE I LOVED THIS REQUEST SO MUCH!

The other requests will be out later today… I must do… ~Research~

[hypernova-writes]

Hey........ Could you do like........ Yandere!Medic x Yandere!GN!Reader.... Please!!!!!! 🙏🙏🙏🙏

a/n: Yes yes! Mutual yandere stuff is so fun to write!!! I might write a whole fic about this-

Yan! Medic x Yan! Reader - Mine

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?"

It was a phrase that you were used to hearing by now, you truly didn't even known what was wrong with you yourself.

All you knew was that this bitch got a little too close to your honey.

"I don't think there a thing wrong with me." You reply with a smirk as you trail her down the alley. She was already bleeding, gunshot to the leg, she was trying to crawl away.

The woman, a blonde, whose name failed you at the moment, only screamed and tried to throw something at you as she continued to scramble away. She ended up turning a corner and bumping directly into someone.

When she looked up she had a relieved look on her face. "O-oh! It's you! please, please help me! Theres a crazy person after me!!"

The male looked down at her with a tilt of his head before he raises it to lock eyes with you. He smiles wickedly before coming into full view.

"Medic." "Aww..Liebling..don't be like zhat~.."

He tosses the injured woman to the side before he walked up to you, placing his hands on your cheeks before leaning forward to place a firm kiss on your lips. "Don't be made at me darling, you know I hate it.."

"You let her flirt and touch you." "I vas only examining to see if she vas vorth experimenting on!" "Mhm. Sure you were."

the woman looked between the two of you and her face paled, she noticed you were both wearing RED logo's, you uniforms were similar, as if made by the same corporation. She began backing away more.

"wait..wait..no! thats the crazy fucking bitch chasing me! She shot me!!"

Medic tilts his head once more, before looking at you. "Oh Zhem? Zhis is mein taube!~ Zhe love of my life!" He says as he holds you close to his body. "And they're not a bitch..they just.." Medic chuckles darkly a bit. "Zhey just don't like people flirting vith me.."

You stare blankly at the girl, and Medic places a kiss to your cheek.

"You need a test subject?" "Of course I do!~"

You smirked and turned to the woman, not even giving her a time to speak or plead before you put a bullet between her eyes. Medic chuckles as he holds you.

"So messy My liebling~" "I hope you know you're sleeping on the lab table still." "Aww..But Liebling!

[jermer10]

If possible could I ask for yandere tf2 mercs (all or your favourites, whichever you choose!) with an enemy reader?

I imagine the mercs aren't too happy about this as most of their time is spent apart.

Keep up the fics!!

TF2 yandere mercs with an enemy s/o

nsfw, gn reader | i love yandere mercs holy cow

tw: violence, yandere behaviour, sexual themes

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout: - insanely delusional - just as he acts with pauling, he convinces himself that you are totally and utterly in love with him, that you're saving yourself for him and that you specifically target him during battles because you feel the exact same love-rage he does when he sees you!! - every shot to the head, every punch, kick, scratch leads him to becoming increasingly infatuated - he treats you as if you're already his partner, and i mean hey, why wouldn't you be? you're showing all of the signs! you're practically slobbering over him the same way he does to you! - goes into a fit of jealous rage when someone else kills you - he prides himself of having a domination streak over you, letting you know who the big guy in charge is - this likely only serves to piss you off, unfortunately you probably don't feel much of the same towards him - even if you do return his feelings, you'll often find yourself feeling far too overwhelmed with his infatuation

Soldier: - a clingy mess - for a man who prides himself on being 'the epitome of what independent, masculine america stands for' (whatever THAT means), it seems he has attached himself to your hip - is not afraid to harm or (in the majority of cases) straight up kill someone who tries to separate him from you and has done this both in front of you and behind your back - doesn't even register the fact that you are the enemy, he decides that it was a mistake and you were always meant to be on his team - your escape attempts barely cross his radar, he always finds you and when he does he always chalks your absence up to some sort of foul play - this usually results in another death of a random loved one because "OF COURSE THEY WERE TO BLAME! THEY STOLE YOU FROM ME!" - has no boundaries or limits, not outright violent or aggressive towards you but will do anything in order to keep you beside him - all in all not a huge threat to your safety despite the fact that he is supposed to be your combatant, he's just incredibly annoying

Pyro: - the epitome of a sadistic yandere - they come off as a sweetheart, out of battle they buy you things, shower you in praise, act as if you aren't even enemies - but pyro enjoys hurting you, and this especially works in their favour when you're on the opposite team - utterly ruthless whether they're physically harming you or taunting you from across the battlefield, you leave the match feeling miserable - they love seeing you cry, half-assedly comforting you, and in turn causing you to grow this needy codependency where they say that they "don't reeeeaaally mean it!" and you somehow continue to believe that bold faced lie - they will eventually kidnap you, and yes they will torture you whether you've been good or not - no one even knows it was them who did it, they're just that convincing in their unassuming facade - don't get me wrong! they do love you in some sick way! they just only know how to express it through violence </3 (and NO you cannot fix them)

Demoman: - another clingy merc, only this time you're best friends - yes, he is aware you're supposed to be enemies on and off the battlefield, but his feelings for you outweigh the not so gentle reminders from his teammates that he needs to shoot you when he encounters you, not flirt - extremely manipulative, he uses his alcoholism as a cover for how intelligent he really is - would charm you with words of affection and chaste touches, he ensures that you are 100% into him before asking you out - then he isolates you from everyone you love, preoccupying all of your time, supporting you in any interest that doesn't require you to communicate with other people - he is CONSTANTLY there, whether you're aware or not. you literally cannot get away from his, quite literal, watchful eye - if you realize what he's doing, you sure as hell haven't made any steps to try and remove him from your life, nor have you set boundaries - after all, where would you even run? who would you even tell?

Heavy: - controlling and protective - he refuses to harm you, nor let anyone on his team harm you, this leads him to completely incapacitating you during battle so you're essentially useless - your teammates hate the extra attention you receive, they hate even more that you can't help whatsoever, eventually they tell you to stay at base, no use for you to come with if you're not doing anything - eventually when you do go missing, they just assume you left - heavy corroborates this story, telling the Administrator that he heard rumours of you packing up during the night and fucking off - little do they know you're tied up, gagged, and blindfolded in an unused, heavily locked and guarded maintenance room - he will not let you leave, he's more likely to pack up and take you back to russia than to ever let you see the new mexico landscape again - you are going to rot in a maintenance closet, or die trying to escape

Engineer: - very chill and normal surprisingly? - or so you think. he doesn't come off as creepy or odd the way the other mercs do, he is totally and utterly normal to a fault - he fights you during battle, kills you, dies to you, thanks you for a good fight afterwards - and then your devices begin spasming, your anti viruses go off, your phone calls have a strange staticky sound and a beeping you've never heard before - against your better judgement, you go to engie for help. he "fixes" them for you, and in the process gains your friendship and trust - you start hanging out with him outside of battles, unbeknownst to you that he is observing your every move and thought through your phone and laptop - uses this information about you to become closer to you, buying you gifts you're unable to afford for yourself, performing the kinds of romantic gestures you read about - if he wasn't constantly watching you and obsessing over your whereabouts, he would barely even qualify as a yandere!

Medic: - this guy is creepy, off-putting, odd, and strange! - he doesn't bother hiding his obsession with you, he actually goes out of his way to push your boundaries to see how far he can go before he breaks you - depending on how you respond will decide your fate with him, either way he is not going to let you go so you might as well adapt! - if you show outright disgust or hatred he will kidnap you and store you in the medbay, experimenting on you for hours with no relief, punishing you for your insolence - if you reciprocate he will still kidnap you, only this time he treats you like a doll, treating your various cosmetic 'ailments' in order to make you the perfect creature - he is incredibly strict and commandeering, if you step out of line for even a second he does not hesitate to torture you - he only rewards you with sexual favours and new clothes, you are quite literally just a doll for his enjoyment - he tells you he loves you, but you're not so sure you believe it

Sniper: - likes to hunt you - he treats you like how one would hunt a deer, seeing you as the ultimate prize and reward for his patience - wants you to find out about him, wants you to find it endearing and sexy, wants you to make the first move - he is the most self aware, snapping out of his obsessive haze regularly and vowing that 'this time will be the last' as he aims his sniper at your head and blows it off - but it never is. he is totally and utterly addicted to you, and it only gets worse the longer he waits for you to offer yourself to him, so he takes action - he corners you in the middle of a battle and takes you then and there, you'd think it was sexy if he didn't kill you immediately after - then a strange, sadistic game of cat and mouse ensues, he stalks you day in and out and you know, you entice, and you keep this little thing you have going a very well kept secret - the only relationship between the mercs that becomes mutually beneficial

Spy: - by far the most manipulative and cunning merc - he can spend years leading you on, flirting, dropping subtle hints of his overwhelming, consuming obsession with you - he showers you will affection and gifts, with luxury holidays and designer brands without ever actually committing to you - he lies about sleeping with other people to keep you wrapped around his finger, he lies about having another family, kids, another life - he treats you as if you're his special side piece, that no one must know about you, that what you have is a secret - he constantly backstabs you (literally and figuratively), both teams know your deepest secrets, they know your favourite position, they know the names of all your stuffed animals - he treats you like shit and promises to be better, all whilst staying up every night concocting another way to keep you intrigued with him, to keep you by his side, it eats him alive - you have a love/hate relationship, the most toxic man alive istg

[sleepyboywrites]

Hey there, do you wanna do yandere headcannons for the creepypasta characters? (Specifically Trans or Cis Male Reader) whichever once you want, I did it with the TF2 characters and it was tons of fun

Hey! I hope it's okay if I just do an in general Male Reader because I don't like to use specifics unless it's necessary, like for trans/cis exclusive experiences ie: dysphoria/euphoria, overly descriptive nsfw if I ever end up doing something like that, and/or things like periods which cis men don't experience to allow more people to relate. In short I just don't want any male readers to feel excluded if it's not an exclusive experience if that makes any sense.

Also I apologize for not posting in a bit and taking so long to respond to this turns out I have too many thoughts about this particular prompt actually so this will probably turn into individual series/posts after this one

Yandere! Creepypasta x Male!Reader.

Tw: yandere behaviors kidnapping, murder, physical or psychological abuse, slightly spicy? for a couple Idk, it's nothing descriptive just mentions of a perverted mind and could possibly be interpreted in that way

Eyeless Jack

• obsession obsession obsession. Beastlike has things he stole from you in a nest. Kills people who interact with you. Almost wolf-like if I had to put a fine point to it.

• At first it's just people who were mean to you, hurt you, or made you feel badly about yourself because surely a boy like yourself would praise him for being so helpful to you, right?

• Then it's anyone who gets too close or appears to like you romantically.

• Then it's anyone you spend too much time with which interferes with time meant for him.

• He's delusional, but in the practical sense.

• Think, "I'm doing this to protect him" , "Those people would hurt him eventually", "He's not safe on his own, he needs me to look over him." "The outside world will tear him apart."

• Stalks you 24/7. You are never without eyes on you but you also don't have a clue he's watching at first.

• After all he only steals things you haven't worn in months or you could chock up to misplacing.

• And he's a hunter so he specializes in stalking whether for food or in personal matters.

• You won't know he's there until it's too late.

• He'll make his move to kidnap you once you've essentially isolated yourself out of fear to those around you dying. He'll treat you gently during his kidnapping.

• Using his medical knowledge he'd give you anesthesia as you sleep and take you home.

• May remove an organ or two as souvenirs, treats if you will to add to his nest.

• Once you are in his possession he will add you to his nest and you'll wake up pressed firmly into his chest as he mumbles incoherently.

•If you ever try to leave he will make you pliant in anyway he can think of. He's not above physically harming you if that makes it so you can't leave him. He worked so hard to retrieve his mate and he won't lose you even if he has to hurt you or you end up hating him but you will stay.

Ben Drowned

• A lot like EJ he's also always watching difference is you are always overly aware of his presence.

• He wants you to know that he's watching. He wants you to interact with him. Even if that interaction is you yelling at him and begging him to leave you alone.

• He is 100% playing some sort of sick game with you that he knows you'll lose. Think you'll develop Stockholm syndrome before he even kidnaps you.

• If he ever leaves you alone for a few days you'd find yourself missing the teasing remarks and add ons normally added as you went about your day.

• All due to his tendency to drive people insane of which you are not immune but the trail of your insanity leading directly to his arms.

• He knows this and is overly cocky about it both to your face and to others. Think, "oh poor you, you love me, what an unfortunate situation." To your face the first time you fall asleep around him with a stupid sick grin or "I'm going to kill you and he's going to come to me for comfort and protection when he finds out." when talking to someone he's deemed bad for you.

• He wouldn't go on a murder spree without a trigger but then like Jack that'll devolve into killing anyone he disapproves of which is everyone else.

• He has a general distaste and distrust of people due to the nature of his creation and will find an excuse to kill anyone around you should his murderous intent be triggered which can happen in three different ways you're constantly distraught by someone, you start ignoring him to be around someone else, or you've failed to keep him entertained so he needed a more entertaining situation.

• Possesive with a capital P, if he does not know your precise location or have you within arms reach at any given moment he will lose it.

• Clingy but veiled with indifference. He'll act as if he doesn't care but insist on keeping some kind of contact at all times. Once he physically has you this would be physical contact and before hand just following you everywhere saying he doesn't have anything better to do.

• Will use psychological and emotionally harmful methods to keep you in line if you ever try to reject him or his advances but claims won't hurt you physically in anyway.

• His vice grip on you reveals otherwise though. Enough so to encourage you to go along with him.

Laughing Jack

• I feel he'd court you in cat-like ways. If you've been in his box more extravagant shows with him as the lead, carrying you around places. (Being weary to let you leave until he eventually stops letting you leave.

•Leaving you gifts that go from sweet to scary really fast. Think your favorite treats and then your loved ones' hearts carved from their chests so you never have to leave him again.

• He's the king of being delulu and reacts poorly to ungratefulness so do try your best not to scream or hit him when instead of cotton candy he has a loved one's head on a stick.

• You can try to gently coerce him to stop killing your loved ones in order to isolate you and making you stay forever/to let you go. But he'll say "you're being silly" and "here is where you belong you goofball of a boy. " covered in your loved ones blood as he ruffles your hair.

•The accidentally kill you for being ungrateful/not accept him and keep your corpse like your still alive type.

•Keep it lighthearted and the Jester is your friend. If you don't and mention troubles he'll fix them violently.

• Is constantly coddling and cuddling you.

• Since he was once a guardian angel and he believes his murdering of ungrateful children is God's work, he sees you as a present for all his good work.

• Like a child being gifted a puppy on Christmas.

• Bone crushing hugs and grips that bruise your skin and make it so it hurts to move but he acts like he didn't mean to and gets moody if you push him away or say he's hurting you.

• It's an act though, he likes seeing you squirm in pain and the expressions you make trying not to cry when he holds you.

• He thinks it's cute. He thinks you're cute when you're in pain.

• On a lighter note, he 100% is the type of clingy to hold your sleeve going places or to poke you (mostly) lightly in order to get your attention.

Homicidal Liu

•The softest in this lineup.

• I believe the term is dormant Yandere? Yeah. It is, because you wouldn't guess something is off until something starts getting between the two of you.

• You remind him of before his traumas, whether that be you look like someone who was kind to him before or upon first meeting you were genuine, honest, and kind. You make him feel safe and calm or as calm as Sully gets and he's never letting you leave him.

• He'd incorporate himself into your life truly getting close to you. Like this is months if not years long in the making. He becomes the closest person to you in your inner circle and you're the same for him. He plays the long game.

• You guys live together and you probably already like him the same way he likes you but both of you are too awkward to talk about it and Sully has been forbidden to say anything or Liu threatened to take his meds. Or you guys are in a long-term committed relationship already.

• Protective, possessive, and obsessive but fairly level headed. He is aware of the reality of the situation. Ie: his possessiveness is giving you his clothes and repetitive thoughts of "mine" during times of physical contact or seeing you in his clothes and needing texts or where you are, why you left, and when you plan on being back as well as if anything changes. He obsesses over your likes, dislikes, mannerisms, emotional cues, and interests so he essentially knows you even better than you do. Protective being watching over you as you sleep in situations where it's acceptable to do so and setting up security systems for the house.

•More likely to grab your arm or hug your knees and sob "please don't leave me" than he is to ever hurt you. The most agressive he gets is when Sully is fronting but even then the likelihood of him hurting you above holding you a bit too tight is 5% and reserved for extremely specific occasions which virtually don't happen. Ie: you find out he's a murderer and react too poorly in a way he didn't expect, you leave him cold turkey, you treat him poorly

• Clingy always needs some kind of contact most of the time this equates to holding hands/pinkies in public and ensuring the two of you are essentially attached at the hip. Though because he's entered your inner circle you just think it's because you two are close and that's the product of your closeness.

• His hunting turns into stalking and killing those who've been bugging you and you've talked poorly about whenever he feels his bloodlust bubbling over.

•'Cause if he kills people you've said that you wished would die or that you hate you'll be able to forgive or even praise him right?

• Unlikely to kidnap you unless he gets caught/found out then he'll probably relocate the two of you but he'd rather talk to you about it beforehand so it'd be a last minute emergency type thing. Or if you spend too much time away from him.

Jeff the Killer

• Doesn't play games of any kind. He'll observe you just long enough to learn about you, your schedule, who all knows you, and how frequently they check in. Then he'll remove obstacles and he'll just just take you.

• Impatient and the shortest fuse known to man.

• He's not afraid to hurt you in fact he enjoys it so the more perverted side of him wants you to push him and his expectations.

• The chain you up in a basement type

•He'll kill anyone involved with your life so when you beg him to let you go with tears in your eyes saying you have people waiting for you he can tell you with certainty that you don't. Not anymore. Laughing as he tells you and stroking/tugging at your hair.

• Degrading and mean to the point where you can't tell if he hates you or not. Uses pet names in a derogatory way as well.

• Pretty distant and cold even after you warm up to him and he lets you wander around a contained and highly surveillanced area, though it's probably just the torture basement he chained you up in to begin with.

•Most affection you'd get is a pat on the head or shoulder.

•Any other form of affection wouldn't really feel like affection.

•Wants to break you into a mindless doll essentially for him to love, use, and abuse. But the breaking you into it is very important to him.

• Will torture you severely for any mishap.

•The only way you can tell he's attracted to you beyond physically, is if he goes too far with the torture, when he's patching you up, or when he brings you something you like/he likes.

•Though he talks to you sweetly sometimes after you pass out and/or are slipping into unconsciousness. "You were made for me, sweet boy." "So good for me." It wigs you out though.

•you will feel like you live on eggshells as try your best to accommodate to him.

• you are most likely to go insane and learn to crave his mistreatment.

Ticci-Toby

• Delusional. He is convinced you and him are in love and have the white picket fence dream. Complete with a German Shepherd and two adopted kids.

• And because of the way his brain is scrambled once he starts thinking about you regularly he can no longer tell what really happened or what was a daydream.

• Hopefully he has a good enough grip on reality to have actually interacted with you before his delusions convince him that you need to be with him at all times and he kidnaps you.

• 'Cause if not he's going to be really confused as to why his boyfriend who told him this is what he wanted is freaking out to the point of needing restrained. You'll hurt his feelings and he'll probably successfully gaslight you into believing his delusions himself.

• Also the lock you up type but more in the paranoid of others stealing you from him way, so if it's not together you aren't going.

• Like Jeff he allows you to roam around a highly surveillanced and locked up area but unlike Jeff it's an actual house and not a basement.

• He will hole up with you for weeks until duty calls or the house runs out of supplies

• Very "I love him I love him I love him I love him" coded and needs you to be just as enthusiastic.

•The hurt you on accident and profusely apologize immediately after but loves how you look when you cry and tremble as he patches you up type.

• Think someone telling him something that insinuated his affections towards you didn't count so he grabs your arm and squeezes it as you try walking away, asking "Toby... you're hurting me." He says wide-eyed struggling for only a moment as his kidnapper/partner tightens his grip with steel cold eyes. "Tell me it counts. It counted right?" (may or may not be my first ex-core as in my experience based)

•He feels really guilty about it too and periodically he will be crying into your lap forcing you to comfort him after an outburst because he feels just like his dad and he hates it.

Tim/Masky

• Much like Homicidal Liu and Hoodie he is actively incorporating you into his life. Difference is he's trying to manipulate you into thinking he's the only one you can trust.

• Uses the White Knight Method, which in case you're unfamiliar is a highly efficient manipulation technique in which they solve your problems while unbeknownst to you being the source of said problems until you become obsessed with or fall in love with the "knight" protecting you.

• If you feel like someone is watching you, he's toying with you. In fact he'll probably show up shortly after from the opposite direction of where you think watching is coming from and ask you if you're okay. Revelling in the look of fear on your face as you gush to him about what's bothering you and promising to protect you as he walks you home.

•He'll sabotage your relationships by making you think that they're the ones who've been leaving disturbing gifts on your doorstep/trying to hurt you.

• It's very much so a game to him and you're the prize.

• He's the type to want to see every emotion you have to offer.

• He's also the likes when you smile and likes when you cry more type

• But his need for you to need him and seek him out basically nukes the previous headcannon and makes it so he settles for comforting you when as far as you know something/someone else made you cry.

•Essentially by the time he's done with you, you'd beg to never leave his side, for him to keep you close and keep you safe but you don't have to because that's right where he wants you.

Brian/Hoodie

• Stalker alert! He's watching you sleep and following you everywhere

•Also uses the White Knight method but he uses what would have been a one time scary occurrence and uses that occurrence as a scapegoat to make more situations/scenarios which isolate you and bring you closer to him.

• In fact, his protection is a gateway to you, his foot in the door.

•It starts with him stepping in when things get scary then you see him somewhere you frequent and you talk to him or he talks to you and numbers are exchanged.

• After of which you are his clearly. Obviously, you just don't know it yet.

• Then he starts staging more scary, making your loved ones hurt you/turn on you/are the culprit in a scary situation until he's all you have. Until you need him.

• Mans has hidden cameras all over your house.

•You know where most of them are after all it was his idea, he said it was for your protection. What you didn't account for is all the hidden cameras in the gifts he's got you.

• He's the quiet, doting, infantilizing type.

• As in he genuinely believes you are too small, weak, and pure to know any of his intentions and he treats you as if you have no clue about anything always. Babies you constantly at a gradually increasing weight until it's suffocating.

• He wants to lock you up and protect you.

• Gaslighting king, if you catch on or try to leave him he will gaslight you into staying.

• Think "Baby boy what are you even talking about everything I've done was for your protection and your protection alone. There's no secret cameras you don't know about you're being silly." Or "Sweet boy, I've never done anything you didn't want or need. I'm very intuned to your needs and you need me. You need to be protected, you aren't safe unless I'm near."

• So genuinely and heartfeltly said that you'd clearly be the bad guy for even thinking like that and with how deep he has you you'd believe him too.