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yanderes-galore · 5 months

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Madness combat

Yandere!Platonic! 2BDamned vs Romantic!Yandere! Hank with 2BDamned's child!GN! Darling concept

(2BDad protects his child from Hank)

Oh boy....

General Hank Concept

Platonic 2BDamned Concept

Yandere! Platonic! 2BDamned vs Yandere! Hank

Pairing: Platonic (2B)/Romantic (Hank) - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Isolation, Violence/Murder mention, Jealousy, Stalking, Kidnapping, Forced companionship (2B)/relationship (Hank).

While 2B "trusts" Hank it can only go so far.

2B loves his kid more than anything else.

It's to the point he manipulates and isolates you for your own protection.

He tries his best to keep Hank away from you but Hank still finds out about you.

Your home is here in this lab where he can essentially control you as your father.

Y'know the whole "Mother Knows Best" song from Tangled?

Your dynamic between you and 2B is very similar... except he has a point when he says everything can kill you.

Despite 2B's efforts to call you away... you still manage to speak with Hank, Deimos, and Sanford.

Deimos and Sanford treat you like a sibling.

Hank's mostly silent... but his view on you is much different than the others.

Considering what 2B does to his kid to keep them as his (see his platonic concept), Hank having you alone is difficult.

2B tolerates Hank around you but no doubt begins to notice Hank's growing... attachment towards you.

2B notices when Hank comes for treatment he often stares at you.

2B tries not to show that he's upset when you talk to Hank during treatments.

Hank's soaking in every word and remembering your appearance as 2B silently seethes.

Hank doesn't entirely feel threatened with 2B around you.

The doc is your father... but if Hank feels romantic intentions towards you, he isn't letting 2B get in the way either.

2B just about nearly throws Hank out of his lab when he notices the physical advances.

2B has planned everything out, you were meant to stay in the lab with him... any form of rebellion or wish to go outside would be smothered.

Yet here Hank is... doing the exact thing he feared would happen if you had a social life.

Hank's treating you in a delicate manner, large calloused hands lightly holding your hands and touching your skin.

He feels at ease around you.

He's... he's never felt a thing like love before.

It satiates his constant need for bloodlust.

So he finds himself leaning closer, wanting to purr towards you and hold you close...

Only for 2B to toss Hank out before trying to remove the idea of Hank from your mind.

This is where things would go down hill from here.

Hank's already fallen for you and isn't willing to just leave without you.

Meanwhile 2B now sees Hank as a complete and total threat to you and fears he'll lose you.

I see the rivalry going like this... Hank steals you from the lab and 2B hunts him down.

Like a wild animal, Hank manages to break into the lab you've always called home and takes you away.

The criminal has his strong arms wrapped around you as he carries you away to somewhere more private.

He sees you as his... so he'll keep you.

Plus... isn't it nice to be outside again?

Now you two are finally alone....

While Hank hides you away for himself, 2B is on the verge of a mental break.

He knows Hank took his kid.

The issue is finding him....

When it comes to how obsessive 2B is about his kid... he won't rest until he has you again.

2B will use everything he has to track you and Hank down.

Once he does... he'll straight up kill Hank if Hank doesn't kill him first.

Then afterwards, he'll take you back home and clear the idea of Hank's existence out of your mind... then you can both be happy again.

#yandere madness combat #yandere 2BDamned #yandere hank j wimbleton #platonic yandere #romantic yandere

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saltymongoose · 10 months

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ohh my goodness. i've been waiting to send these until requests were open bc i wanted to hear ur thoughts.

might be a little silly, but consider: matching outfits. player gathers clothing materials!! and coordinates outfits one day on missions!!!! even makes props!!! hijinks ensue. idk if this had already been disscussed before, but thank you for your time and consideration, ily. you are so cool <<3333!!!!!!! everything you make is so scrumptious!!!!! <33

Omg, thank you, this is so nice of you!!! :D ❤❤❤❤ I love this art so much, you have no idea - the way you portray the boys here fits so well (as always lol). And the memes too omg!! I can't even put it into words to be honest with you, these are just excellent. I do feel slightly bad for that random grunt though, something tells me they'll be sleeping with one eye open after seeing that lmao.

(Also, thank you so much for the compliments too of course, you're far too kind. (˶⸃ ⴰ⸃˶)♡ I could say the same to you btw; your art is always just *chef's kiss* perfection.)

Anyhow, I've actually thought a bit about this scenario before, but this just inspired me, so I wrote some short hcs for you. Hope you like them! <3:

The Player Matches Outfits with Them ft. The Main 3 + 2BDamned

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior)

- [2BDAMNED] -

2BDamned knew that you had been working on a little project - one that you tried to keep as secret as possible. He was curious, but not enough to encroach on whatever boundary you set regarding it. All he knew from your rather lackadaisical explanation was that he'd be very surprised when he saw. And, well, he was.

The first conscious thought in 2BDamned's head is the question of how you've managed to make a mask that looks so similar to his without borrowing the original. It's really spot on; the seams are in the exact same place, and even if yours has to have been configured differently to fit your more human facial features, the silhouette is exactly the same.

(In the end, he concludes that you simply must've studied his appearance for a while to truly replicate his mask, which makes him feel almost giddy in a way he might've deemed embarrassing before meeting you. But now he's just overcome with happiness that you were obviously interested enough in him to do this.)

He openly praises your skill in sewing, knowing that grunt clothing is ordinarily much too large for you. And you'd notice how the fondness he holds for you seeps into the words, his gaze lingering on you in a way that left you feeling warm.

If you could see underneath his own mask, you'd be able to see the smile he was unable to bite back as well, and the flush that he'd try to will away otherwise. And while he is incredibly impressed (and happy) at what you've managed to put together, he will mention that you could also borrow his actual things once in a while, if you feel so inclined. He just happens to think one of his own jackets might suit you too.

(Of course, he doesn't miss the chance to lean real close to adjust your mask as he says this either, just to fluster you even more. You really have no idea how cute you are, especially looking like this.)

- [DEIMOS] -

A full minute of unintelligible sputtering leaves Deimos' lips the moment he sees your new outfit, and you laugh at the way his face goes bright red. When you said you had a surprise, this was one of the last things he expected.

Luckily for him, he's able to quickly gather his composure, and his excited ramblings turn into smooth flirts that'll leave you blushing instead of him. Expect all sorts of comments about how cute you looked dressed up like him, and praises about how you look even better in his fit than he does.

He insists on taking a ton of pictures together, and you can bet he keeps his favorite in his wallet. (It's one of your faces smushed together as you both grin at the camera, making a heart with your hands.)

He considers this a total power-couple thing; matching shirts are so low-effort compared to this, if anything it shows you perfect you are together. Although there is one thing he'd help you change from your original DIY version of his outfit - those sheet-metal dog tags you made can't compare to the real thing in his opinion, so why don't you just use one of his instead?

Also, don't think he won't take advantage of the fact that you both are the only ones with headsets. Even if yours isn't functioning (because let's be honest, finding one in working condition would be difficult), he'll fix it up quickly just so he can talk more directly to you during missions. And whenever else he wants to, to the irritation of the other three.

- [SANFORD] -

Sanford would consider his outfit to be fairly standard, but he recognized that you were emulating him the moment you slid the sunglasses on. And he couldn't stop the goofy smile from splitting his face when he realized it either, not even attempting to hide his amusement at what you've done.

(He only gets visibly happier when you 'threateningly' brandish your wire hook in his direction. You really put a lot of thought into this, didn't you?)

While Sanford has the amount of restraint in him to not openly brag about you doing this, he can't deny the rush of satisfaction he gets from seeing you in what is an unmistakable homage to him. If you look closely, you'll see him straighten up in pride whenever you come into view. (It's almost like preening, really. If he weren't so flushed, perhaps you'd think it to be more of an ego thing, but no.)

Although, he does show a little bit more concern about some aspects of your outfit. Like your boots, for example; he can't count the number of times he's gotten blisters while breaking in his own, so you should expect him to ask you if you need any plasters (or help bandaging yourself as well).

(If you decide to accept his offer, you'll find yourself questioning whether he ever officially trained as a medic before. He surely has the gentleness befitting of one, shown in how he carefully cleans your wounds and softly applies the ointment, his calloused fingers gently smoothing over the plasters on your Achilles heels afterward. Although you have the slightest suspicion that this tenderness from him is known only to you.)

Sanford will also make it part of his routine to pluck your glasses from your nose and clean them after he does his own. Afterward, he'll slowly lean in when he places them back on you to make sure he doesn't poke you in the eye. Neither of you mention that you could do it yourself, or that his decision to slide them back onto the bridge of your nose himself was highly unnecessary. Maybe he just does it to get a better look at the way you blink up at him and blush, or perhaps it's for some other reason, who's to say? Either way, you have no complaints.

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

Your laughs are muffled under Hank's hands as he cups your face, tilting it up to look closely at you. His excitement at your new look is almost palpable; you can easily tell from how he's shaking and hurriedly looking over, his gaze never stopping on one spot for longer than a second. He just wants to take in everything about your new look, is all.

He'll almost insist on doing a mission with you wearing it, not only because the idea sounds fun to him (with his love of carnage and all), but also because it provides an excellent opportunity to rub in everyone else's faces that you chose to copy his outfit. Not theirs.

In a way, he also becomes just a tad more doting than usual. He busies himself with dusting you off, and adjusting your goggles and the lapels of your coat whenever another skirmish is finished. It's his way of checking you over and making sure your hard work wasn't damaged either.

(Plus, he'd hate it if this instance of you copying him was cut short because of some worthless grunts' attempts at harming you.)

You'll catch him sticking closer to you than usual too, and he does so for multiple reasons. First is that he just prefers to be near you whenever he can anyway (the warmth of your presence is one of his favorite things, and it gives ample opportunity to show off around you), but now there's also the fact that your outfit will freak out your enemies. As you can imagine, he enjoys that immensely, and what better way to improve this experience than to have his Player join him?

In a way, Hank also sees this as a sort of 'claim' you've put on yourself too. Wearing your significant other's clothing is kind of a thing with some grunts, and while he knows they aren't really his clothes, there's still some of that same sentiment there that makes him purr just a bit louder whenever he sees you in that new outfit of yours. It tells the world you're his in some way, even if not officially. So why wouldn't he be happy about that?

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nevadancitizen · 8 days

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-> FASCINATION WITH THE ORDINARY

synopsis: your world is vastly different from the nevada native to madness combat. after the main three + 2bdamned get transported to your world, they each find things that fascinate them.

word count: 2.5k

characters: hank, deimos, sanford, 2bdamned, player! reader

trigger warnings: ehh slight yandere/obsession but could also be read as super heavy pining if you're not into that lol

notes: madness combat fandom arise. madness combat fandom come back to me (also set in @/saltymongoose 's self-aware au)

For the sake of consistency, let’s imagine that the Player lives in a big, lonely, woodsy and plain-sy plot of land. There’s little to no outside human interaction, and lots of animals wandering through the area with a river running through it. For the wildlife, I’m basing it on the American South because I’ve lived here my entire life and know how they act.

SUNSETS & SUNRISES

2BDamned would be the most entranced, since he has the most memories from before the fall and before Hank killed the sun. He’s an early riser by nature (since his body has conditioned him so he’s mostly overworked and under-rested, as unhealthy as it is), so he leans more towards the beauty of a sunrise, towards the light that starts to paint the dark sky with hazy orange shades and rosy hues. He likes breathing in the crisp air and the way it almost sends a shock through his lungs.

But the sun stirs a lingering feeling of nostalgia, though, for the way things were before everything fell to madness. Doc tries his best not to let the thoughts get the better of him as you slip through the front door and out onto the front porch, carrying two steaming cups of coffee.

God, he could imagine staying like this forever: just you, him, a beautiful sunrise, and coffee. Surely the way you pay attention to him, the way you get up extra early to watch the sunrise, the way you doctor his coffee just right – they’re all examples of how you care for him, just as he cares for you. But for now, he’ll just bide his time, blowing the steam off the surface of his coffee and purring, soft and raspy, both at the taste and because of your company.

But that doesn’t stop the others from appreciating the astounding view at dusk, because Sanford and Deimos are more partial to sunsets after long days. They like lounging in the adirondack chairs set up around the fire pit, cracking open a few beers, and simply relaxing with you. (Don’t worry, Sanford will gather firewood and Deimos will set it alight if it’s a little too cold for your taste.)

They’re fresher clones, so they don’t remember the sun well, if at all. They both always go quiet when the sun starts to dip below the horizon. Sanford props his tea sunglasses on top of his head and Deimos sets his cigarette in the ashtray as they both stare at the way the light turns the clouds purple and paints the sky with pink streaks. It stirs something sad in your heart – both of these men are pushing and just over the cusp of thirty, yet they don’t know the simple sweetness of a sunset.

But as soon as night overtakes the sky, they both turn their attention back to you. Deimos makes some suave comment about your beauty being nothing in the face of a sunset in that rumbling, smooth voice of his, and Sanford gives him a pointed glare. Sanford points out that your beauty and the beauty of nature are two whole different things, but keeps showering you with not-so-inadvertent compliments, leaving you flustered and blushing from both grunt’s words.

Hank is somewhat of an anomaly with this one. All of the grunt’s biological clocks are absolutely porked from their time without a sun, but Hank’s affected the worst by far. (That, and he doesn’t really care for the sun. He literally slaughtered it.) Therefore, he’s more privy to waking up in the middle of the night and dragging you onto the roof to look at the stars.

He likes laying on his back with you on his chest, pointing out the brightest stars and asking you questions about them. (He doesn’t really care, he just likes hearing your voice.) He loves your vivid descriptions of the constellations and how you describe them in intricate ways. To Hank, they’re just sparkly, unreachable dots in the sky, but it seems like, to you, they’re beautiful: like millions of silver nails driven into a dome of dark blue velvet.

He savors the moments like these the most, when you’re alone with him. There’s no sound except for the crickets and dog-day cicadas and spring peepers and your voice and Hank’s sputtering purring. Honestly, it’s as it should be – without those other pesky dipshits ruining your time together. (Well, he can tolerate Doc, but that annoying extraction team could go fuck themselves for all he cared.)

ENTERTAINMENT

Sanford hates being lazy. He hates feeling like he’s not doing anything useful, even if he’s being useful by resting. The only real way to make him sit down and stop moving is by trapping him on the couch, laying your head in his lap, and turning on the TV. (Even if, for the first thirty minutes, he’s too focused on you and your body heat and how fast his heart is beating to even consider looking at the TV.)

But the thing he loves watching the most isn’t any sort of movie with amazing cinematography or show with riveting writing – it’s infomercials. Specifically, infomercials from the 90’s to the late 2000’s. He likes seeing what things could’ve been like if there was no madness in Nevada, because things are oddly peaceful (at least, to him) in your world. Billy Mays and Cathy Mitchell make him wonder about domestic life with you (even if the Jupiter Jack and the Xpress Redi-Set-Go are completely obsolete by now), and how these little gadgets would make your life together supposedly go smoother.

He likes combing his claws carefully through your hair as you both watch these people play up how useful these obviously useless inventions are. He tries to avert his eyes and act interested in the TV as you look up at him and point out how the Red Devil Grill was recalled because it got so hot it collapsed and caused fires, but can’t. He just can’t keep his eyes off you when you look up at him so sweetly, and can you blame him? You just make his face so warm and his heart beat so fucking fast…

Deimos has always had a fascination with electronics, but it’s mostly been from a tactical and weaponized standpoint. But he’s discovered (well, really, you introduced him to) video games. He absolutely loves curling up into your side, purring and providing commentary as he watches you play. (Because, despite his trying, he hasn’t really gotten a hang of the controls yet.)

He loves more story-fueled games with characters he can really get attached to. He likes investing himself in things and people that don’t actually affect him, because seeing your favorite character go through dire straits or even die hurts for a little while, but it’s nothing compared to seeing someone get eviscerated right in front of you. And, yeah, he totally cried when Arthur Morgan died (and totally played it up so that you’d comfort him).

He also likes draping himself over you in the middle of a boss fight, wriggling and nuzzling into your cheek, causing you to giggle, lose focus, and, obviously, die. He strings together half-hearted apologies through his raspy purring, but he’s not really sorry. More deaths means more time spent with him, and internally, he’s completely and honestly unapologetic for his underhanded tactics.

Due to the nature of his administrative role, Doc spends a lot of time in front of screens. He likes to unplug and unwind by reading, no doubt with a straight-up hazardous amount of coffee by his side. He prefers reading with you with an arm wrapped around your shoulder, whether you’re also reading or working on something else. Though he’s inexperienced (and sometimes even shy) with these types of things, he’s more than happy to ease into affectionate touches and romance that kills his common sense with you.

His tastes are often cheap, but when he earns enough dough, he likes to splurge on second-hand college anatomy textbooks. No, he’s not planning on going to university, but he wants to know the inner workings of the human system (and, therefore, the inner workings of you). He also likes speculative biology and seeing what humans think about other intelligent species potentially being out there.

He would absolutely be elated (though he tries his best to hide it) if you took his interests seriously and discussed them with him. He tries to keep you in his makeshift office and away from the others so you can continue to spend this precious alone time with him, but that doesn’t stop the red-hot flare of jealousy as one of the others bursts in with a childish ask about something that should be obvious. (Of fucking course you wouldn’t want to go for a walk, Deimos, have you seen the weather out? Leave you and him alone!)

Obviously Hank would love gorefest and splatter film movies because of his all-encompassing and absolute love for carnage, and he’d love them even more if you got scared and hid yourself in his shoulder or chest. It’s clear that he’s your strongest and most capable vessel, so he clearly agrees with your choice to choose him as your protector (even if that choice is based on an instinctive need to hide).

He also loves WWE and MMA fighting. When given the choice, he opts for MMA because it’s real and bloody and he prefers seeing people push themselves to their absolute limit rather than some predetermined fight that serves a higher storyline. (But, then again, he really likes the clip of Undertaker breaking into Paul Bearer’s house during an interview and throwing a cabinet at him because, what the fuck? He’s never thought of that before! Using things from the environment when out of weapons instead of his fists could be an improvement. Maybe he can learn a thing or two from these fake fighters…)

And, yes, if you give him access to Twitter he will turn your entire timeline into those backyard fight videos and dashcam car crashes. He doesn’t mean to, it just happens.

ANIMALS

Being a natural night owl, Deimos loves keeping a lookout for what critters come out at night. When he’s on the front porch with you, smoking a cigarette and waving away mosquitoes, he makes sure to keep an eye out for weird and unusual wildlife. (While pressed against your side and purring loudly, no doubt.)

He likes watching the whip-poor-wills swoop down and catch the moths that swarm around the overhead porch lights. Yes, he will try to catch one, but backs off when you tell him to. Instead, he opts for digging in the dirt to find beetles and grubs to toss up in the air for the small birds to catch. He will kinda feel bad if the beetles hit the ground but will continue to throw them to the birds when you tell him insects are basically immune to fall damage, so… no harm, no foul.

He’s also absolutely enamored by raccoons. He likes throwing food to them from the safety of the porch and watching them eat with their little grabby hands. He’s very reckless so, despite your warnings, he’ll try to squirrel one away inside the house. (He does this multiple times and, without fail, gets bitten each time. 2B has given him multiple rabies shots after shooing the raccoons out with a broom.)

Speaking of Doc, he enjoys going out in nature and finding decaying things just to see how many buzzards arrive. He excuses it with something about wanting to see if decomposition works the same across both your world and his, but he secretly finds some relation with the birds – something about being deliverers and arbiters and negators of death. (Though the last one really only applies to him.)

He also likes the rare sightings of wild horses. He’ll go out of his way to (carefully, shyly) rouse you from whatever you’re doing to go take a look at the majestic beasts, and he’ll be even more excited if there’s a foal wandering between the stocky legs of the adults.

He just barely brushes his fingers against yours as you both stand on the edge of the treeline and watch them graze. Seeing the foal break from the herd, kick out and tumble and fall over and immediately get back up sparks… something in his heart. A vision. Just you, just him, linked pinkies, and a future together, with this warm feeling in his chest.

Hank really likes the more dangerous creatures. He gets along well with cottonmouth and other venomous snakes (and “gets along well” really means that they’re mean as can be and strike as often as possible while he just holds them and smiles at you).

If you don’t keep a close enough eye on him, he’ll wander off and try to provoke larger animals, like bobcats. To him, they’re just tiny little pussycats, even if they pose a real threat and could kill him. Please don’t let him go too far, because if he comes across a bear, he will try to wrestle it, and Doc doesn’t like having to do emergency surgery on the island countertop in your kitchen.

On multiple occasions, he’s come back to the house after being missing for hours, reeking of skunk spray. He just purrs happily as you tell him to strip and hold still as you spray him down with the hose.

Sanford is way calmer with his interactions with wildlife. He likes sitting on the dock with you and watching the fish swim by (because he’s impressed both by the fish and by the river – he’s never seen water in such great quantity!) Set him up with a hook, lure, and line and he’ll be entertained for hours. Though he struggles a bit with making streamers and fishing knots due to his big hands and claws, he’s more than patient when you teach him (mostly because he gets to spend time with you).

When he’s fishing, he likes to look around and observe – mostly because fishing is a waiting game. His favorite visitors are herds of whitetail deer, especially when summer is in full swing and the fawns are ready to start exploring. They remind him of his family, mainly because of the way the does don’t really care which fawn is theirs, just that each is getting enough milk. You point at them and discuss them with him in small whispers because you don’t want to spook them.

Again, it reminds him of his want for a domestic life with you. Just basking in the mottled sun that seeps through the trees, dipping your bare feet in the cool river water as a catfish tugs on the line – it’s all he wants, really. Now if he could just get the rest of the grunts to leave you alone… excluding Deimos, of course.

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imjustheremam · 8 months

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Halloooooooooo!!!

Here's my request!

How would the yandere madcom main four treat a reader who's pretty shy and unaware of their obsession?

Oh wow i never thought I get a request but LETS DO THIS!!

MAIN 4 WITH SHY READER WHO IS UNAWARE OF THEIR OBSESSION

Warnings READ REAAAAAD!!!:this is Gender Neutral, there will be Swearing, Obsession, Possession Manipulation, Threats, Punishment, Kidnapping, Isolation, Violence, Mentioned threats of choking and/or drugging and actual choking and drugging, spoilers . Also I suck I doing yandere but I'm learning, oh and body parts and burning skin!!

2BDAMNED

Ok let's get to the point 2bdamned is a sadistic, manipulator and also the type to experiment on people.

He is the type of yandere to isolate and drugged them if they were being a bad little grunt.

You met him by getting hired to be a medic for the main 3, since he had enough of them getting killed or injured.

But you being unaware of his obsession, makes this worse for yourself but better for himself. And you being shy is kinda cute to him, even if you lost a limb or something you still look cute to him.

If you were in a relationship with him... idk probably manipulate you alot...but anyway

your pretty shy right, Yeah no when you are around him, you get extremely shy/nervous because not only he looks intimidating but this dude tries to have a conversation with you, like out of thin nowhere...

He hardly talks to you so if he ends up speaking prepare your legs to get wobble like jelly because this man just pops out like jumpscare (joke: "I love a kind a women that would actually just kill me" "HUH!?")

But of course he's a yandere so he's going go isolate you in his lab or your room, but would never let you go to his room or outside of S.Q, except for missions.

He won't let you talk to your friends by making you work more in the lab or send you on dangerous missions just to make you stay with him longer, and you only thought he needed help when he doesn't actually need help... ok maybe but not really.

when you try to patch hank or the others, he would join In to "help" you while glaring at hank or the others, and hank seems to know 2bdamned obsessions over you but you don't know that..

Sometimes he would drug you for being bad or failing a mission by faking saying it's medicine for your pain or for your injuries.

Remember when I said he would experiment on people, I wasn't lying he would do it, especially on you but not too much, he would drug you and take you to his private lab for no one can watch him do it... it's only you and him...

But when you do find out 2bdamned gives up and shows is true side as he hreatens you by using drugs or some fuck up shit, but only if you try anything funny...

Sometimes would purposely remove your stitches and let you bleed out until your close to passing out or death...

2bdamned will manipulate your friends to turn against you, just to make you trust him instead of those your so called friends

So he treats you like a lover until you become aware and rebellious

But he won't lie he loves a kinda women/guy that Would actually just kill him

"You can only trust me... my dear... only....me"

DEIMOS

Oh boy this man is hard to tell if he's obsessed because his yandere is the same only he kinda clingy when things don't go his way

He is the type of yandere who is delusional but also steals small things from you and make a shrine(jebus lord what the fu-)

Now if you were in a relationship with him, you wouldn't even notice him being a yandere or anything until you spot a shrine("deimos what is that in your room..." "your smoothie")

Deimos is good at hiding things(kinda) from everyone including from 2bdamned... but 2bdamned will finds out like a stalker he is.

When 2bdamned hired you, deimos was the first one to talk to you and when you stuttered or looked nervous, he immediately thought he met an angel as you get flustered and nervous.

Everytime you Two go on a mission he would make small flirts and compliments as you get flustered like a red tomato.

But deep down those compliments and flirts is a demonic pyro-maniac ready to burn your love ones to ashes...

This dude already knows your unaware and he thinks your shyness and you being really unaware about this, is really cute and innocent...

This guy omg is the one who will never leave you alone, but hey atleast he doesn't kill your friends...until they catch him In the act...

Deimos knows how to manipulate your friends, he's 2bdamned 2.0 but little stupid...

When your talking to your friends, deimos would glare at them, but wouldn't go further than that, unless you leave them...

Deimos, would try to brush off Sanford, since Sanford knows Deimos more than anyone and he is aware of the obsession going on...

Honestly Sanford will feel bad for you and can't stop this situation anymore... your on your own buddy

Now remember buddy. Deimos is a pyro-maniac, so he also has punishments in his sleeves...

However you become aware when you find him killing your friends and boy oh boy you better be faster than him because he's a menace now...

If this grunt ever managed to catch you, your fucked(no not like that) I meant your gonna get punished,this dude will burn your skin, he even will make a burn mark on your skin to show you been very naughty grunt....

Now if you keep being naughty, deimos will kill one of your friends as punishment and you if keep going he might just kill ever friend you have...

He hates when you act rebellious but he does like you to cower in fear, it reminds him of your shyness

He constantly threatens to kills, choke, you and more...

If there one thing both 2bdamned and deimos have in common is definitely isolating you in a room...

"C'mon firefly is not that hard....your mine and im yours.... forever"

SANFORD

Oh lord.... now Sanford is a torturer and sadistic...I think... but lord have mercy on you because you ain't escaping honey...

He's the type of yandere to torturer and chop your leg off but hey... doc can't have that so consider yourself lucky...

If you were in a relationship with him, Sanford would've been nice to you but rude to ti others except for deimos... he's cool...

When you got hired by 2bdamned himself, Sanford was the second to speak as he thought your nervous and Suttering words was funny and adorable...

When you go on missions with him, he mostly either show off, and be loud as always but also... watching you

You only assume that he was just protecting you since you were the support of the team...

Now Sanford isn't a stalker but he would stalk you when you go out somewhere he doesn't know...

If you have friends Sanford will watch and if they get too close to you, Sanford will join in while glaring at them when your not looking..

Now even Sanford can make mistakes like one time he tried to enter your room just to see you and you woke up

Lucky for him, he knew how to lie and you were convinced... ("Sanford why are you in my room..." "I had a nightmare..." "oh")

Now Sanford is like a of one those slashers killers like he kills your friends one by one in the most gruesome way and you won't even know it until Sanford said something really creepy

This is probably how you get aware of his obsession...

Now deimos will notice and try to tell Sanford what he's doing Is creepy and very uncool but Sanford will try to reassure him or brush it off...

Deimos will actually help you but Sanford will catch on and will try different methods for deimos won't be a problem...(he doesn't want to hurt deimos)

Now Sanford may be dumb but he's NOT stupid... this grunt has his own ways to punish and capture you...

If you try to escape prepare to have a broken leg for a damn week that will feel like a month... and punishments are the most freakiest thing ever... ok not that freeky but its fucked up....

Sometimes will bring one of your friends, alive and torture them infront of you as you either cry, beg, or try to stop him... but it doesn't matter because he won't listen...

Don't even try to manipulate him, it won't work....

All this wouldn't have happened,if you just stayed unaware forever....

"My dear don't be scared...just let me love you... and I'll be....nice..."

HANK

Hey yeah you...come over here...yeah a little closer... haha now now get a little closer....yeah right there....

*proceeds to bitch slap you* how the FUCK!!! ARE YOU UNAWARE OF THIS!!!

This dude doesn't even hide it, so how are you unaware of this situation your in...

Ok hank is possessive and obsessive towards you and if you were in a relationship with this dude prepare to no longer see your friends or your boss because he going yo send them to the other place...

He will think your either so innocent or just fucking stupid, hank is the type to stalk and straight up enters your room and watch you sleep, just like Sanford only he straight up just stands there...

When you got hired by 2bdamned like the others, hank was the first one to leave the room because well, he doesn't like to tolerate a weaklings(ouch)

But after some time he begins to like your shyness, you remind him a small scared kitten...

so just like 2bdamned, Hank also makes you extremely shy, not only because he talks out of nowhere, he always behind you or straight up in a place where you won't even think he'll be in...

For example:

You: *drops something on the floor*

You: *Goes to reach it*

*a hand grabs you*

You: *Screams*

Hank: I can't get up...

You: DANG IT GRANDPA/HANK!!!

So yeah that motherfucker could be anywhere. Yet you still unaware of this, God your either dense as fuck or even more stupid...

Now at this point everyone knows hank obsession over you, Sanford will most likely to take you on his missions on purpose, same for deimos only he drags you to other section, that hank isn't allowed to enter...

Now 2bdamned doesn't care but would make sure hank doesn't plan on anything to harm or do something to you...after all your one his workers

But how do you find out he's obsessed with you, simple... Project Nexus...

When Sanford and deimos try to reason with hank, he of course doesn't care. But when you try to reason with him, he still didn't care but will show his full obsession over you as you cringed and felt disturbed...

Now we know how this ends, but if hank won he would had let you live but if you try to stop him futher, say bye bye to your legs honey...

But since Sanford and deimos won, you try to distance yourself away from hank but my man is going to make you suffer

Because now that you know, hank would ultimately make sure your his now and only his... your shy attitude is now a cowardly attitude....

Hank will choke you nearly to death as he gives you dead threats as he holds you against the wall...

Oh no trying to call your friend's for help yeah... think again because they will leave you to die, oh honey you thought they would help you against a wanted man? Aha your really funny buddy

Now torture isn't his style vur if he needs you to obey he won't hesitate, my man while Stab, cut even nearly kill you but of course doc comes in like "goddammit hank" and you get saved hurray...

OH wait... he works for doc...FUUUC-

You wished you stayed unaware but also wished you haven't been born....

"You're Mine and mine only... so quit being a fucking bitch and..."love" me"

Sorry for taking so long I'm still doing requests but I going to be a slower than a turtle, also I tried by best here so I hope you like if you don't then sorry for disappointing you....any way I hope you have a good day/night

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macaroon-chill · 2 years

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Cat hank

I've read some of @yanderes-galore 's cat/hybrid hank concept along with other HCs of him and got inspired to do draw this little evil cat ( ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

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redamoureux · 1 year

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:00 if you could, maybe a yandere! hank x s/o who used to be an A.A.H.W agent? when they meet again, instead of s/o trying to kill them like they’re always have, reluctantly - they just flee?

─ Bad Blood

Yandere Hank J. Wimbleton Headcanons/short

↳ content warning: yandere themes, obsessive behaviour, stalking, shooting, violence, mild blood, murder, forced/dubious relationship, intimidation, hank's oddly kind of a soft yandere here

• genre: romantic

Working in an agency that's literally built to merely hunt one specific criminal is never an easy job. But with little place to work and protection around, you were obliged to accept the policy or you wouldn't get to see another day.

Auditor, the leader of the faction can be described as rather a cruel and vicious boss. Even though you've never met him directly, just by hearing whispers and tittle-tattle around the place never fails to make you falter.

So it doesn't suprises you when news about a massacre occured in one of the many base around the city reached auditor, he simply told his henchman to call up the janitors and clone even more grunts.

You were annoyed by this behaviour of him. Not only did he let his employees work in such poor condition, he also can't respect the values of lives. You thought the idea of this whole ordeal is just pure stupid. And most of the remaining mortal grunts like you also agreed, but your resentments are clearly silent, for the most part.

And the last but not least of your problems, Hank J. Wimbleton. Pratically being the root of the apocalypse happening nevada, he brings troubles or death for basically anyone he comes across. Heck, you were suprised that this man manage to even have a team in the first place.

One day, you were casually just sitting at the passenger seat of the agency's truck delivering supplies to another base that supposedly located not far away.

And the next thing you knew, another smaller vehicle drove right next to you, a hook suddenly emerges from the back of it and flew up above the truck's roof. While you and the driver were momentarily distracted by it, a bullet hits the window and shot the driver. Your startled state turned into panic and you immediately jumped out of your sitting position to grab the steering wheel, trying to control the truck while your leg tries to hit the brake.

Then something hits you on the head, knocking you out thus losing control over the truck and making screeching sound before crashing, almost rolling it over.

While you lay unconsciously on top of the driver's body, the smaller car's wheels halts just feets away from ths truck and two men comes out. The black figure near the broken window stares intensively at the two body before a voice behind him called.

Gaining your concious back by the throbbing pain in your head, you groan lightly before you took a glimpse at your surroundings and heard distant talking just outside the truck. Keeping yourself to shut up from the pain, you took the weapons stocked up under the seats and loaded it. Bracing yourself, you pushed the door open, getting the attentions of the men before you emerged and shot all around them immediately.

Fortunately, you were succesfully able to shot one of the guys and distracting the other, leaving only one familiar face to fight. Hank J. You gulp, wishing you really don't have to deal with him─ but you know your chances. And you're not dying without a fight atleast.

You kept on shooting, but he was be able to miss most of it and so you quickly changed guns when it ran out of bullets, before jumping out and running behind the truck. He followed closely and looked behind the truck, ready to kill, to find noone. A sound of car engine starting up makes his head perk up and he turns around to find the team's car moving forward at him at a fast speed, to which he quickly dodges. You kept speeding up until eventually they goes out of view.

With your heart pumping fast with adrenaline, you looked the rear mirror, seeing your ruined and blood stained form, you took deep breaths and have set one final plan in your mind.

Walking in the empty street, your footsteps clicks against the rocky road as you tinkered around with a broken tablet in your hand in attempt to turn it on. You bit the insides of your cheek as you remixed the wires again and pressed the power button.

Your attempt were proven fruitful when the tablet made a startup sound and the logo flashes up. You smiled at your succesful try as you happily looked at the screen. Suddenly you heard a short scream coming from an alley nearby which you stopped on your tracks.

You looked around to see where the sound may have came from─ when another long scream was heard once again, and this time you were be able to sense that it was coming from one of the alleys behind you. You ran towards the source of sound as a sound of bone cracking and a scream was suddenly heard again which made you hold your breath and lean against one of the closed stores.

You exhale and turn to take a peak, your eyes widen in horror as you gaze landed at the dead bodies on the ground, blood splattered almost everywhere as you saw a strong arm dropping down an ripped off arm. You mind screamed at you to run, and you were about to do so, when you heard pained whimpers. Squinting your eyes slightly, you saw a horribly injured grunt flump on the ground, staring at the tall shadow before them in terror and fear of their life.

You felt a sudden urge to save the grunt as you took out a syringe filled with some muscle relaxant drug and stared at it. You knew this has the high chance of possibly risking your life instead, but you're willing to try. Without a second thought you closed your eyes and sneaked up towards the man quick enough before he finishes off the grunt.

You stabbed the taller grunt with the syringe in the shoulder which made them to turn around and you punched him in the face. He let out a slight groan and buried his eyes in his hands to recover for a moment. You took this chance and helped the stunned grunt to get back up. As you're doing just that, you saw the taller grunt getting back his senses, so you whispered to the grunt you've helped "go!" With no hesitation, they nodded and ran.

Your relief was short-lived before you feel yourself being grabbed by the throat and thrown back harshly into the wall of the dark alley.

Groaning, you slump down the wall, feeling immense pain through your whole body from the impact. You merely looked up fearfully as the shadowy grunt slowly approaches you with shining, cracking red goggles. You swallow the knot in your throat and closed your eyes, preparing for the worst.

But nothing came.

Confused, you looked up and was taken aback with the grunt staring deeply into you, leaning in much closer than before. "Uh.." then all of a sudden, he pulled you up and carried you over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. You immediately tried to retaliate, kicking your boots and yelling but it was hopeless.

Eventually you gave up, feeling annoyed. You weren't even sure what or where he's planning to do or go, yet you were too tired to think so you eventually slept. Then you were rudely woken up when you were plopped down a hard chair.

You shook your head a little before the view of your surroundings fully came in. A few grunts walks around in what seems like a factory some sort doing their works and a grunt wearing sensor goggles and mask. He's looking at his computer sits infront of you before glancing up at you. "So this is the one that you wanted to recruit?" He questions, you turned to your side to see the grunt from before nodding. Now that you were able to see his full form, now did you realize that it was Hank. Being next to him, you began to sweat.

"Welcome in the team then."

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Well, getting recruited and a decent payment with the unexpected help of a criminal certainly is not an everyday thing.

Your now employer, 2BDamned, or doc for short, saw your repaired tablet in your bag and asked if you were able to demonstrate more of your skill. You did. You fixed some machine there that broke down. Which was also the reason how you're landed a job as an engineer in the team.

It was fairly.. normal you could say. The other grunts there were pretty nice to talk to, some would be fearful when seeing you though, and you weren't really sure why. The work condition is definitely better than what in AAHW provided. One small problem though. Hank.

I mean sure, it's expected, hank is hank, doing hank things. But something is just off about how he behaved around you. He would just stand next to you, saying nothing while watching you do work. One time you were rushing to go down the stairs to meet doc but you slipped and fell down. You heard heavy boots approaching fastly and within seconds hank was by your side, offering a hand to you. You took his hand and stood up with a little struggle before thanking him and tried to let go of your hand but he wouldn't budge. So the entire meeting with doc was tad awkward with him just holding your hand.

He also likes to appear out of nowhere. You were just casually shopping at the remaining stable grocery shop in the city when suddenly there was a shadow cast over you and the cashier trembling and sweating looking up behind you. Which would result you to sigh, knowing that it's him.

You weren't sure how to respond to any of this behaviour of his, so you kind of just let it happen. Sometimes he can be pretty creepy sure yet, you're just grateful that he's not suffocating you to death and letting you live a fairly normal life. So the least you could do is tolerate his behaviour. Hoping that it just wouldn't go worse.

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED!

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krystalkitdemi · 1 year

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Player’s nightmares.

Player has emerging nightmares as a result of trauma from being in a dangerous place like Nevada. Inspired by the storyline made by @saltymongoose I also took a few liberties with giving the boys smells. Plus fair warning: I have not written much in a while, so I may be a bit rusty. You have been living in Nevada for a while now. Your only friends are the vessels that have sworn themselves to you. Large, violent, protective, grey skinned, Faceless grunts. Their sheer strength compared to yours was incredible and kept you safe as you helped them with your otherworldy power. However, Seeing their fights up close and not behind the safety of a computer screen was disturbing. To see all the blood and gore firsthand left some impacts on your mind. These impacts came to a head when you were sleeping. Nightmares. Terrors that began to eat away at your mind while you were sleeping, impacting your waking moments. It kept happening for days before the latest one. You woke with a start and felt that you were sweating. Your body was shaking, remembering the terrifying dream you just had. You knew you were safe, but you could not shake the feeling of terror. You got up and decided that perhaps you could not sleep alone this night. You would go to one of your vessels for help. But you also knew that you would have to make it fair afterwards. You hoped that they did not mind. Little did you know that this would make them absolutely thrilled at the prospect of spending time with you. Quietly through the darkness of the base you snuck, trying not to make noise as you went to the room of your chosen vessel. You came upon his door and your small hand reached the handle. You turned it softly to not disturb anyone and entered the room.

Sanford

You looked at Sanford’s sleeping form, He was dead asleep. He did not react when you closed the door. You crept closer to his makeshift bed, crafted from a couch he found and modified it to be big enough to sleep on. His head was propped up by a pillow on the armrest, one of his muscular arms covered his facial cross. His large and beefy frame moved with his breaths and light snores. You carefully climbed up onto the makeshift bed and next to the muscular grunt. It was easy to find a comfortable place next to him and wrap his free arm over you. His skin was cool on the areas exposed to the cool air. It soon warmed up when in contact with your own. There was something comforting with his strong heartbeats in your ears. You placed your head on his arm and inhaled a little. The smell of gunpowder and sweat was on him. However, there was another scent right under it. A rich and slightly earthy musk scent. This scent you remembered from first meeting Sanford in person. It was a comforting scent that let you know that he was there. You were safe here. The combination of Sanford’s breathing, the scent, and his heartbeat that allowed you to finally calm enough to sleep.

Sanford does not even find out until the next morning when he wakes up rested and finds his the player nestled between his muscular arm and torso, with your head resting on his bicep. Your cozy and blooming warmth just as comforting as the first time he held you. He did not know why you were there, perhaps stumbled into his room after needing to use the bathroom late last night and got lost? Not that he was complaining. He just let you sleep a little more, entranced by how cute and serene you looked while asleep. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not dreaming, but no, you were there, laying right beside him. Sanford carefully brushed a calloused finger over your hair. He was careful to not let his sharp, hooked claws cut your much thinner skin. Sanford ran his calloused paw over your cheek, softly as to not wake you. He saw the dark circles that was under your eyes.

You finally woke up and saw him looking down at you with his paw on your cheek. His paw was warm on your face as you reached to touch it and give him a warm smile. (One that melted his heart as usual.) “Player, why are you in my room?,” Sanford asked, “Did you get lost last night?” “No, not at all... I... Had a nightmare and felt scared...,” You replied, “So I came to find you... Since you make me feel safe.” You did not know how happy that made Sanford. Him? He made you feel safe? He knew you were not as physically strong as him, but you had your godlike abilities to keep you safe. But he was able to make you feel safe when you were scared, despite how powerful you were? Oh he’s over the moon with how happy it makes him feel. Sanford does not hesitate to tell you that you are welcome to stay with him if you ever felt scared or unsafe again, He and Deimos are always willing to help you. Because they love you too much to let you feel unsafe.

Deimos

The grunt’s raspy snores filled the room as you closed the door, careful to not wake him. You saw how hard he was fighting today and knew he needed his sleep. Your footsteps were soft and muffled by the carpeting he set down around his makeshift bed that took a few matresses to make. His jacket was thrown over the chair of his workbench that set next to his cobbled together bed. Deimos’s boots were next to his bed. His head was resting on a pillow that was covered with one of your shirts that had gone missing. So he was still doing that little habit. It was mostly innocent. He was clinging onto his pillow for dear life, It was kind of cute.You looked at his sleeping face that seemed to have an odd grin to it. He looked to be having a particulary good dream.

You crept into his bed and pressed your back against his torso, trying to not disturb him too much. He was roused from his sleep from his contact and loosened his grip on the pillow before sniffing the air. “Mmm..? Pla..yer....?,” Deimos mumbled in his raspy voice before feeling around and grabbing you before pulling you closer, “There.. you are...” You feel him nuzzle his face into your neck and inhale before starting to purr. Your body was being held tightly against his as you began to listen to his purring. He quickly returned to sleep, almost as if he was not even awake. His raspy purrs turned into just as raspy snores. He held you tight to his body. Deimos’s smell wafted into your nose. He was tarnished mostly by the scent of his vice, but his own scent was just peeking out from underneath. One you had noticed once before during a tight hug that he gave you after a battle. One that was a little spicy smelling but mellow and earthy, his own natural scent. You fell back into sleep after feeling you are safe. You trusted Deimos.

Deimos was confused but thrilled when he found you nestled in his arms when he woke. It was like a dream come true for the chainsmoking grunt. While you were still sleeping, he kept nuzzling your head and cheek, inhaling your scent and loving the warmth you had. How he wished that you would continue this, before wondering why you were in his room in the first place. He could ask you when you wake. He did not need to wait long. “Mornin’ Player.,” Deimos purred to you while nuzzling your cheek with his oddly soft skin. “Morning, Deimos.,” You yawned and got up, “I’m sorry if I bothered you.” Deimos had a lazy smile on his face as he looked at you, His purring was getting louder. “Didn’t bother me at all~,” He replied smoothly in a tone of voice he knew you liked, “So why did you come in my room?” Through a bit of explination, you told him about your recent nightmares and was beginning to feel unsafe. Deimos listened carefully while tilting his head a bit to the side, his messy hair flopping over a bit. He had a grin on as he told you that he wouldn’t mind if you came to him if you had any more nightmares. (Like hell he would allow you to feel unsafe when he and Sanford were there.)

2bdamned

Doc was still awake and working. He heard you close the door and turned back to look at you walking towards him. “Player? What are you doing up at this time?,” He asked with concern. You were quiet to answer, “I just had a nightmare and could not shake the feeling of being in danger.” Doc found it amusing that something like a nightmare would shake you up this badly, but seeing the circles under your eyes, he believed you. You were being impacted by this. “Is it okay to stay with you?,” You asked the masked grunt. Doc seemed to visually light up at the idea. It was kind of cute. He allowed you to get closer. You lifted his arm up to wrap around you, like how you usually did when you felt like giving him a cuddle. But this time you climbed into his lap. He was not against this, but it was a little unusual. However, feeling your smaller body pressed up onto his, your arms and legs wrapped around his body for stability felt good. The mere contact with your body was enough to make the wonderful warmth and comfort you provided wash over Doc. You were cozy and comforting, yet otherworldly and powerful. And yet, you wanted to be comforted as well. You came to him for that comfort. He was not going to turn you away. How painful it would be to drive you to someone else for the comfort you needed.

You felt a lot better from being by Doc, by being held by Doc. It was a little embarrassing that you felt like a child running to a parent after getting spooked by that nightmare, But this was the only thing your tired brain could think of. You rested your head against Doc’s shoulder and closed your eyes. His light purring gave some more comfort to you. Doc laid one paw on your back and rubbed it as you nuzzled his shoulder a bit. He smelled like strong disinfectant that stripped all of his natural scent away from him. You could feel him take off his mask and bandages to feel your skin better against his. Between his shared warmth, purring and the light rubbing of your back made you fall back into restful sleep. He could feel you go limp as you fell into a deep sleep.

Doc finished the work he had been doing and brought you back to his own makeshift bed, made of mattresses and furniture pieces he found. He carefully got onto the bedding while holding you. He found his own tired mind being lulled into the black depths of sleep as he was encompassed by the cozy warmth you radiated. It was not long before he too fell to much needed sleep. You both slept into the morning, not waking until Hank barged into the room after finding yours empty and seeing you with Doc. You had to explain to Hank and now he wants to cuddle too.

Hank J. Wimbleton

Hank was awake as soon as you closed the door and walked to him as he lay on his makeshift bedding, made from matresses Haphazardly stitched together. He was mulling over why you were in his room as he watched you set down on his bed. The dark circles under your eyes told him that something was not right. He had seen that you looked a little more sleepy and nervous during missions. “I’m sorry for bothering you, Hank.,” You apologized, “I had a nightmare and felt unsafe... So I came to you... to feel safe.” Hank’s facial cross was scrunched up as he tiredly thought about what you said before softening and exploding in a cacophony of purrs. Hank pulled you close and nuzzled your head softly with his uncovered metal jaw and exposed teeth pressed against your temple. He traced his large paws over your skin before pulling you onto his lap to enclose you with his massive body. You felt his cold metal jaw and teeth rubbing your shoulder as he took in your delightful smell. Your own nose was filled with Hank’s own rather pungent smell. The metallic and biting iron smell of blood and the bitter burning of gunpowder mixing with sweat and strong musk. His natural smell was very strong and intoxicating, but you assumed it was because he was a gen 1. Your shoulder became wet from Hank rubbing his mouth and face on it, coating you with sticky saliva. His purring was loudly overtaking any other thought you had. He was acting like a big cat. Your much smaller arms held onto Hank as he kept purring. This was a rare time to find him without his usual gear or his trademark coat. He was pretty much bare of his clothes save for an undershirt and a beaten up pair of pants. You took this time to run your small hands over his scarred skin, it felt calloused and you could feel the rippling muscles underneath it. He stopped rubbing his face into your Shoulder to move up to bump his head into yours, pressing his cold metal jaw and torn remains of lips that barely covered his teeth into your cheek. You returned the favor by kissing his cheek right below his facial cross. Hank was happy that you came to him after feeling unsafe, He knew he would be able to protect you the best. You also knew that since you did come to HIM instead of that annoying torturer and pyrokinetic duo or the medic. Now that you were alone with him, he could indulge in your scent and this more intimate contact before returning to sleep. Especially since you’d be right with him while you slept. A soft thud sounded in the room as Hank leaned back to fall on the matress with you still pressed onto him, You fell on top of him. Your chest pressed against his as he vibrated from his continued purring, you propped yourself up with your arms to look up at him. One of his hands reached up and touched your face, running his rough thumbpad against your cheek and lip as he stared at you contentedly. Your eyes were still bright and colorful, even in the darkness surrounding the both of you. Eyes that looked tired and would soon need to close. He reached behind your head to pull you back down and onto him. “Sleep. You are safe here.,” You heard him say in a voice as soft as he could muster. You could not fight sleep anymore. Not with your exhaustion from not being able to sleep well for a while, Hank’s purring and his rich scent clouding your mind. The mercinary did not escape sleep’s ever reaching grasp either as he too was pulled in and held his beloved player through the ‘night’. There were no problems for either one of you as you slept, except for the next morning when Deimos started looking for you and found you in Hank’s room. Hank threw a knife at him that Deimos was able to avoid, but the blade was lodged in the wall for the next hour until Hank pulled it out.

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madness-in-the-flesh · 2 years

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Idk why but the idea of hank being obsessed with like poking or pinching the readers cheeks is just adorable to me and I think it would be a cute doodle, lol, love your work

Reader has critical rubber face and Hank likes that +) but reader is constantly like " My guy, what you doing??? "Also thanks, I appreciate your kind words!!!!! <3 <3

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creatorthegod · 11 months

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Yandere Madness combat x Tricky! Reader

Hello everyone I have a poll up to decide what character to wright for and I just wanted to do Tricky, but don't worry the winner of the poll will still get a story and some stories have have multiple parts, also is you chose a character for the poll and did no win don't worry I will do other stories with the characters.

Below here has some smut in it

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Everyday was the same go to work,get some of the project done, get called to the director's office, stay there for the rest of the day, go home and if it was friday watch Slaughter Time. I enter the large building grunts greeting me as I walk by, as I enter the lab I notice that Christoff what not here yet, I only manage to sit down for a few seconds before a grunt tells me the the director needs me, I stand up and start walking, each step making me more nervous than before until I was at the office door, I take a deep breath before pushing open the door. Inside sitting at the chair was Phobos and in front of him was his desk "Y-you wanted t-to see me s-sir" I stuttered out, I could feel the sweat coming down on my face, "Yes Dr. (y/n) why don't you have a seat" his voice had a slight teasing tone, as I look around I find no chair "u-um sir w-where should I sit" I ask him and I could see a smirk growing on his face as pats his leg, a slight blush appears on my face"A-are you sure s-sir I am a bit on the...heavier side" I look down at my body, I was a little bit overweight but Christoff said he loved that about me, a growl cuts off my thoughts as I looked back at Phobos, I let out a small meep before hurriedly going over to his side, sitting on his legs and lap, he then pulled me in so my head was on his chest, I could feel the heat on my face as he continued to work all while grabbing at my fat and petting my hair.

time skip

My face was burning red, I was faced away from Phobos, his cock inside me it seemed he just wanted me to sit there and be quiet, I let out a few whimpers as his cock rubbed against my g-spot, "s-sir" I say as a tiny wimper, he then hums in acknowledgment his hands still holding on my body "I-i should go and make sure C-Christoff is doing good on the p-project" Phobos grip then tightened as he then thrusts up, I let out a moan as I feel the stimulation "Don't speak of him in my presents" Phobos growls as he continues to thrust until I was bent over and he was standing behind me, he continued and I felt my breathing become erratic and I came on Phobos and soon he came in me "If I put little godlings in you, you will finally realize who you belong to" my face was as red as it could be, he pulls out and I put my clothing back on "W-well I will see you tomorrow s-sir" I say walking out of the room, I slightly rub my ass as I walk back to the lab I then notice the clock 'Is it really time to leave" I say to myself as I walk in to pick up my things, I spot Christoff as he walks up to me "Where were you" he asks " Oh the director wanted to see me" "for the whole day?" "I guess so" I reply grabbing my things before heading out with him, he then notices the rubbing " Are you ok?" he asks with concern "Oh yes I just fell and It hurts a little" "oh well then would you like me to walk you home " I nod my head as we continued walking chatting about different things, at least today is friday.

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improbable-outset · 2 years

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𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐑𝐞𝐝

Hank J. Wimbledon x gn!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7K (What the hell man?? Where did these words come from. I promise this was only supposed to be a snippet to the Yan!Hank I’m working on!!)

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𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Non-cannon Hank bc I said so 🤌🏽🤌🏽Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviour, some psychological horror, serious gore, graphic descriptions of injuries, injury marks during work, mental asylum settings, cursing (sorry can’t help myself) a brief description of mental disorders and slight manipulation at the end - please be mindful of the triggering content.

𝐀/𝐍: Okay, so I’ve got the Yandere themes from @saltymongoose head cannons here and here. (Look salty, I would submit this to you but I have no idea how submissions work) Of course, reader isn’t a Player! But a Doctor! I put my own twist to it so it will match the story line. Yeah it gonna be a little bit more… violent than wholesome. Also you don’t understand the amount of research I had to do to perfect this 😭 watching a documentary of inside a psychiatric hospital and read a handful of articles. Also after watching season 4 of Stranger Things I kinda grew an interest on asylum AU’s - I’ll give you a small spoiler for this fic quoted from the show ‘what have you done?’😟 (also want to thank @deimosed for those sweet words from my last Hank fic)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After working your way up your career ladder, you’re excited to be offered a place in Nevada’s notorious psychiatric hospital as a full time psychiatrist. This is a massive opportunity for your career. But things aren’t so glamorous and rewarding as it seems when you start to discover the inside works of the hospital with their dark and twisted system to ensure everyone, especially the employees, abides by their extensive rules and policies. You start to learn that the hospital's high reputation may not be so organic. Meanwhile, you develop a secret admirer amongst one of your patients who will do anything to be alone with you and to have you for himself (and maybe save you) - even if it means breaking a few rules.

USE HEADPHONES FOR THE AUDIO.

I’d let these people bleed out if you told me you liked the colour red.

The janitors must’ve used some strong cleaning products again. Waking up to the bitter-sweet smell of disinfectant is not really the ideal way to start your morning. After a few inhales, it starts to get into your head and makes you nauseous. It’s not a scent that you would call ‘homely’.

Fortunately, it does fade as the day goes by but the pungent smell of old piss quickly replaces it by late afternoon and then the vicious cycle starts again in the morning. The sickeningly sweet smell really reflects the cryptic ambiance of the building.

But for patients like Hank, who has stayed in the hospital for a while, the stench doesn’t bother him. It does start to grow in you to the point where you forget what fresh clean air smells like.

Hank takes another glance at the clock for the umpteenth time in the last couple of hours. It was coming up to that time. He can feel his heart accelerating as the seconds pass by. Since he’s all ready, he can sit and watch in front of the clock until finally hearing those footsteps echo in the hall, getting louder as they step closer. Two nurses reach his room, both in their scrubs and ready to escort him out.

“The doctor wants to see you Hank, let’s get going,” the taller of the two says.

They both lead him to another room. This isn’t anything new to Hank. Having to go to the checkup rooms regularly to see the doctor was part of the routine. More footsteps could be heard and immediately he knew it was you. He has your footfall rhythm memorised. Even outside the checkup sessions, he can easily recognise you walking from a distance away. He watches as you make your way in - a warmth reflecting from your eyes with a smile.

“Nice seeing you early today Hank, did you sleep well?” Your voice is amplified over everyone else’s; it’s sweet, hypnotic and endearing to the ears.

All of his senses heighten as soon as you’re near (or as he watches you from afar). As you step closer towards the seat opposite him, he catches the familiar soapy aloe vera scent from you. It’s refreshing and it's definitely more pleasant than the sterile smell of the hospital. Whenever his session ends, he feels like he can still just capture the scent lingering a while longer the minute you leave the room. You’re just so fascinating with how you approach things and how you approach him.

You start to write on your clipboard the date and his name. Hanks eyes are stuck staring at your hand holding the pen. He secretly wishes that you would accidentally misplace or leave your pen one day in the room before you go to your next patient so he could keep it for himself - something that you touched and held onto everyday and probably has your sweat and fibre on it. But unfortunately, due to previous cases of patients using pens as weapons and poking peoples eyes out, doctors and anyone else using a pen has to make sure they keep them safe with them.

“Your mood has definitely improved in the last few weeks Hank, I’m pleased to see that,” your praise causes a wave of euphoria to surge through him. He wants all of your praises. All of the sweet words that come out of your lips. He knows he wants you for himself and wishes the nurses weren’t in the room with the two of you so he can be all alone with you.

The check up comes to an end and you finish it off with “I’ll see you next week Hank,” before you leave to go off to your next patient while he stays in the room with the two nurses beside him a little while longer. It’s easy to forget that he’s not the only one you’re caring for especially with how he’s so engrossed in the moment.

But the thought of you looking after other people besides him, giving them your attention and your time to them doesn’t sit right with him. Actually it enrages him. They don’t deserve you. You need someone who you can feel safer with. These people don’t have the facilities for that. The more he thinks about it, the harder his fist clenched to the point where the knuckles were turning white. Fortunately, he’s able to keep this heated anger in control quickly since he’s still on the fucking medication that slowing his brain .

But Hank is not going to allow their luck to run any longer with you…

Working in a mental hospital isn’t something that you nor your colleagues discuss outside of work. As far as people outside are aware, you’re just a doctor working and giving care in a private hospital. Confidentiality is strictly enforced - anything that happens in the building stays within the four walls.

You have to wear full sleeves to hide the bruises that you get from handling some of the violent patients. The nurses always have it worse since they do interact with them more but that doesn’t mean yours aren’t visible enough to raise some concerns. You do try to scrutinise the job and see the rewarding sides to it though, despite how exhausted you are already.

That burnt soreness on your tongue is still there from the hot coffee you finished just earlier and what's worse is that after rummaging through your work bag, you found that you’re fresh out of breath mints. Well shit then - you’re stuck with having coffee breath until your tight lunch break. Coffee breath was the last thing that you’re concerned about though, with the busy schedule you have today. You just completed the inpatient care and are now providing care to the outpatient department.

Your clipboard is under your tight grip as you’re filling in the details. Sitting opposite you is Peter, your last morning patient. He has a skinny and pale frame and just like most of the other patients, he has a buzz-cut hairstyle.

“So, it’s been a good month since I prescribed you your new medications for your schizophrenia. How has it been affecting you?” Your eyes are still glued to your clipboard.

“It’s been better than the old one, I don’t have any severe side effects,” Peter replied, possessing a strong southern accent.

“That’s perfect, but I will still need the nurses to check your blood sugar levels from time to time. High cholesterol is one of the side effects of this new medication,” You scrape your tongue with your front teeth briefly, trying to soothe the soreness as you speak while mentally reminding yourself to push through and that this is your last patient before your break.

Out of nowhere, the sound of someone screaming could be heard coming from a few rooms away. It's normal to hear some patients yelling occasionally whether it’s them resisting medication or their mood swings going haywire. After all, one of the biggest conflicts between patients and doctors is medication. But this doesn’t sound like someone was resisting. None of the screaming that you’ve heard sounded like this. This is more shrilling, you can almost hear the fear in their cry before it cuts off with crunching sounds and gargling despair and then it stops.

“Doc…?” Peter’s voice shakes as he speaks. He's now starting to hyperventilate - a bad sign that his anxiety is accumulating.

“Everything will be okay, I’m sure the nurses got it handled,” in truth, you were pretty tense yourself but you had to keep your composure and stay calm, for the sake of your patient.

One of the many vital rules that is heavily emphasised is that healthcare staff must leave their patient in a healthy and calm condition. Anything else is a sign of inadequate treatment and can result in a strike. You’re already on your first one and the punishment you faced was just about bearable. You can’t afford another strike on your record - the week has barely started. Really, that should encourage you to prioritise your patient but you can’t help but wonder what was going on out there. It doesn't help when you hear more screaming, this time it’s a masculine voice and you could just about make out what he’s saying before it stops.

“Please don’t hurt me! Where are the fucking nurses ah-!” There’s a painful howl before it cuts off silent again. You and Peter stay quiet waiting for any more disturbing sounds but the silent prologue for a full minute.

“Will it make you feel better if I take a look outside?” He nods, still staying quiet from shock. You’re not going to leave the room since you can’t leave Peter unattended, they’re watching what you’re doing in a control room through a monitor, so you just stick your head out the door and scan the wide hallways. Of course, you can’t see anything because it was coming from one of the other rooms.

The temptation of just leaving the room is drilling in your head. For God's sake, why would they be focusing on you and watching you do your job when they should be focusing on whatever the hell was going on out there?

It seems like they read your mind because the emergency alarms start blaring through the perpetual halls with red lights flashing. You’ve never heard the emergency alarms go off, not until today at least and that was enough for you to exit the patient room. You can hear Peter calling after you, asking where you’re going or what you’re going to do. You don’t really know what you're doing, you're just following these intrusive thoughts, jogging lightly and just hoping it’s not the worst. Whatever the worst may be.

There's more uncontrollable screams that continue to echo through the halls sounding more distant as it bounces off the walls but with still the same level of fear etched in their voices if not, more. The ringing of the alarm is still going off, sounding more urgent and louder. Your head starts to spin as you replay that one sentence in your head…

I’m sure the nurses got it handled.

You stop for a moment and look back at how far you’ve gone - Peter's room feels like miles away now when you’ve only walked a few metres. You have a sense of discomfort that seems to erupt inside you. A strong feeling that something was going to happen. Before you could turn back to continue you felt something hit the back of your head causing a sharp pain shooting through your skull. Your body collapses forward and slowly and you feel your consciousness slip away and vision fade into blackness.

There’s a sharp inhale before you feel your senses coming back to you slowly as you open your eyes. It took you a moment to gather yourself together and remember your surroundings. There’s no more screaming or alarms - nothing but the sound of your pulse hammering in your ears. The halls are still flashing red. Not good. Your vision is still a little blurry and your heads throbbing like mad. Stupid concussion. You still don’t know who the fuck just slammed the back of your head like that.

What’s worse is you don’t know how long you were knocked out but if it’s this quiet, something is definitely not right. What happened to Peter? Shit. With extra precaution and making sure you don’t collapse again, you lift yourself up from the floor and make your way to Peter’s room with wobbly steps. The room isn’t that far for you but your body is still weak and moving painstakingly slow. When you reach his room, you almost throw up at the sight inside.

Someone got to him before you could because now he’s on the floor with his mouth stretched open so wide, the cheeks are torn out. Despite Peter’s thin face and prominent cheekbones, you could still see the fleshy meat from his cheeks that had been plumped out. There was no way someone could do this with their bare hands. Some sick person must’ve used a metal instrument to rip this poor man’s face.

His arms and legs were completely popped out of their joints and dislocated. The crunching you heard earlier must’ve been the sound of bones joints snapping from elsewhere. His gown is now stained with blood from his mouth. You’ve seen a lot of gory scenes at your job but nothing like this. You can’t stomach the sight any longer so you leave feeling utterly repulsed and a little guilty that you can’t do anything. Why did you have to leave him alone? You were hoping the image would leave your mind but it’s already locked in making you feel queasy.

You don’t know where you’re going since there’s no lead and the screaming has stopped. There’s a feeling of emptiness and torment hovering around you as you stiffly walk through the halls, closing in on one of the ward rooms - you weren’t prepared to see inside so when you catch a glimpse of one of the patients on the floor, the squeamish feeling inside your stomach returns.

Inside you could see a few more patients on the floor, arms and legs dislocated as well as their heads being twisted until their necks were snapped. Their faces aren’t mutilated like Peter’s but you could see some of them have holes on the side of their heads where their ears used to be and are now replaced with a crimson pool that dripped down their faces and on the floor. Clearly whoever did this, wanted to get the job done fast.

Each room you pass, you see more and more limp forms littering the floor, not only patients but the healthcare workers there as well - doctors and nurses. It’s all out of control. There are bloody hands smeared and printed on the wall too. The more you continue to walk, the more alone you feel knowing that the people you care for and work with are gone. You feel like you’re surrounded by ghosts - spirits just floating around you. You push your way through the double door and make your way to the main reception, now fully bracing yourself for the worst yet to come.

Hank can feel the heated vexation across his face and the blood rushing in his ears as he gawks down at the last dead body with pride. He was sure that he managed to wipe out everyone in this poor excuse of a hospital. It’s not like it’s a big building so surely after 2 hours, he can wrap it up and call it a job well done. But it’s not complete until he finds you again. Find your sleeping form that is, since he had to knock the fucking day lights out of you. You don’t deserve to see what he did - he’s hoping you’re still knocked out before he retrieves you.

Before he could turn around, there’s the sound of the heavy double doors squeaking as you pushed your way with aggression. The hostility quickly melts away from you as you stare intensely at him, frozen in place from shock. Your mouth starts to quiver and Hank notices a few tears just spilling from your eyes.

“What have you done?!” Your voice breaks with distress. Hank steps a little closer, the metal pipe slips out from his bloody hands as he walks towards you. You’re always easy on the eye but now the glow that would always radiate from you is flushed out. The eye bags under your eyes is more visible now and the rims of it are now red from your salty tears. You look raw and Hank finds himself absolutely adoring this state of you. Probably more now than ever.

He still doesn’t understand why you’re so upset though. Why do you cry for these people? You didn’t mean anything to them. They just used you as a product for your intelligence and for their advantage. Of course you don’t understand that now but one day, you will be grateful for what he has done.

And that’s a promise.

Dividers by @maysdigitalarts

I usually rely on Grammerly to check my spellings and grammar but I’m literally typing this on my phone as I speak so there might be some errors.

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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This is an idea I've had for a long time but can you do a scenario with Hank and a Darling who knew each other before Hank became a mass murderer? Basically Darling was Hank's only friend and they were very close, Hank already felt an obsession love for Darling but he didn't have the opportunity to confess until there was the boombox accident and after years of the event they meet again, it could be interesting

That sounds like a good idea! I'll try and see what I got >:) Mute! Hank because I love that version- Mixes main series and Project Nexus so sorry Hank's appearance is not consistent like the series.

Before Your Madness...

Yandere! Hank J. Wimbleton Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Violence, Murder, Abduction, Swearing, Attempted forced kiss, Stalking, Hank's oddly soft in this when with you, Forced/Dubious relationship (Implied Darling puts up with it because they still care for him)

When you knew Hank you always saw him as a... temperate man. He didn't seem to like other grunts. Hank was always silent... keeping to himself.

Unless you happened to be around. That was the only time Hank tolerated another grunt. You were his only friend, which made him not lonely.

Hank wasn't sure why he liked you. Maybe it was because your nature balanced his brewing violent one? He wasn't sure and didn't care.

While other grunts strayed away from him in the Nevada streets... you shuffled alongside him. Hank appreciated you even if he never said it. Others could sense the dark potential within him...

You either couldn't or also didn't care.

Hank may not have been one to talk yet he could listen. He listened to you for every chat you two had. You frequented the park where the boombox incident occurred much later, Hank followed you there every day.

You could say you two were friends. You considered Hank a best friend, your mute grunt companion. He was the one you could always count on for comfort in trying times.

Hank, despite only showing affection through following and body language... cared for you deeply. Romance wasn't entirely dead within him and he tried to show his care towards you. You'd often hold hands, or he'd pull you to lean on him.

His obsession foreshadowed what was to come. Months afer it all started the world fell into madness. Hank's story had begun ever since that boombox incident began. Everything unraveled from there...

In his eyes he wanted to pull you in and keep you to himself.

You soon become lost in the middle of it.

He's a killing machine and good at it.

What's Hank doing now? Being Nevada's most wanted. The darkness that stirred within him has now manifested into killer instinct. Hank has changed from when you knew him.

The newly corrupted land hasn't affected just him. It's affected many. You happened to be included.

You fought enough to survive. You've seen enough of this world that you can barely remember more peaceful times. You took jobs to survive.

It was also the name of a wanted criminal.

You worked with the Sheriff at one point in time... making him a contact you could call upon in your time of need (or his-). The moment you heard the name 'Hank' spill from his lips you had ran to his aid. Hank was a familiar name...

You both meeting the Sheriff may have been fate. You weren't entirely on the side of the coward but having any ally was a good thing. When you saw Hank... memories flooded into your mind. When he looked at you... you could only assume the same for him.

Hank slowly lowers his sword from the Sheriff, only to turn to you. You mouth the word 'Hank' with your mouth, backing up. There was no way Nevada's most wanted...

Was the same friend you met before the world plunged to madness.

As usual, Hank says nothing. He stalks closer to you in clothing as dark as shadow. When he's in front of you there's an unnerving silence.

The Sheriff took the time to flee. It was just you and the killing machine. You hear his breathing from his mask....

Large hands push you to the wall, slamming onto the concrete beside your head. Like a predator trapping prey his build hides you from anyone's view.

You only see your disturbed reflection in his goggles. His breath is still heavy and you can't figure out what's running through his mind. You are in no position to fight him.

You stay still when he moves his hands to your face, cupping you in his hands. You swear he'll break your neck... his touch strange against your skin. Hank's... lost in thought.

It's then Hank suddenly wraps his arms around your torso. You're pulled into his chest as he puts his head on yours. You know you should kill him... he's killed so many in this place.

But you've heard he just comes back...

You also still think of him back in a time where the world wasn't shit.

This touch of his wasn't... repulsive. In a way it was a comfort in a world as cold as this. You just wish it wasn't so tight.

"Hank...?"

You say the name in an unsure tone. Were you trying to be friendly? It was hard as you still harbored fear towards the mass murderer.

Either way hearing his name caused Hank to pull back. His hands are on your shoulders, goggles staring at you in an unreadable gaze. Did he miss you?

"... you remember me? Even now?"

He slowly nods his head.

"Hank... wow, you have quite the reputation."

He shrugs, moving his hands to yours.

"I wasn't expecting you to still be... gentle? Even now I can't believe we were friends..."

You're pulled closer at that statement, arm around your waist as his other hand rests on your cheek. The moment his thumb rolls over your lips you realize he's telling you something. You're not his friend...

You're more.

"Hank... hell of a time to tell me-"

He pulls his mask down slightly, revealing a metal jaw and butchered scars. You widen your eyes and flinch away when he leans closer.

"Woah, slow down...."

You move your hands to his face and hold him still. Hank pauses, only staring at you.

Hank doesn't move. You see behind him one of the Sheriff's goons sneak up behind Hank. Jebus, you believed was the name he went by at times. In an act of respect, you slip Hank's mask back on.

"Give it time. We've only just met up again. I can't just... kiss you like that."

"Look behind you, big guy."

Hank knew what you meant and spun around. You took the time to slip away.

That was when you had met up with Hank again... at the same time you nearly got a taste of the obsession he held towards you.

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Ever since then your life never went back to "normal". No... after being so close to Hank you had felt he never truly left you. Probably because... he didn't.

To obtain you.

After that Sheriff hunt of his he kept an eye on you. Everywhere you went, combat boots followed. Grunts were cut or shot down, blood covered his black clothing... Hank had a new goal.

You usually never saw him, but you sensed him. Hank was always there. Part of you found it comforting... yet you kept reminding yourself this Hank wasn't the Hank from before.

It would never be like before in your mind.

You had wondered when it would all come to a head. When he would finally show himself to you and get things over with. He clearly wanted something.

You had an answer when you set up camp to rest. It was just you and the dark red sky. You cuddled up on your cobbled together bed and rest.

It was then Hank swooped in. He stands over your resting body in bed, staring with curiosity and yearning. It's then he can't wait any longer....

Hank steals you from your camp and carries you off to somewhere he feels you'll be better cared for.

When you wake up from your slumber... it's to metal walls and Hank's gaze. His hand strokes your cheek lovingly and soft. A behavior not fitting of his new persona....

You try to sit up, Hank only pushes you back. Along with his bloodlust... his adoration for you grew in the madness. He isn't sure how to express it... but he knows he doesn't want you to leave.

"Why am I here, Hank?"

It's a foolish question, he gives no response. He only continues to keep a hand on your cheek.

"You were stalking me... you kidnapped me-"

He pauses his affection momentarily to nod. He was always... blunt.

"Why?"

He traces a heart on your chest, an action you'd think was cute if he had done it years ago....

"Hank... I get you still care for me-"

He traces a bigger heart.

"... love me... but you can't just take me like this. We can't... do this."

Hank stares at you. He then shakes his head and lays beside you on the bed he put together for you. (most likely with help from someone?)

You say nothing more. You doubted you could get into his head. You try to remain calm when Hank pulls your back into his chest, arms around you tightly like restraints.

You have little energy to fight him. In a way... you still trust him. Maybe he is still that friend you cared for long ago? Just... twisted, like everything else in this world.

Even now... you are Hank's closest partner since the beginning.

Many would die brutally before he ever let you go again.

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saltymongoose · 8 months

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Ok I got a request, its ok if you don't want to do it, I wont push you or force you:

so my request is what if Player had a giant scar on their back or on their side from an accident before meeting the main 4, like they got it from building something or helping a family member. So how would the main 4 react seeing a giant scar on player body and player still feels the pain a little bit. . .

That's all and... here...

Thank you for the frog gif, it's absolutely lovely lol. Here are your hcs!

Their Reaction to the Player having a Large Scar ft. The Main 3 + 2BDamned

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Mentions of Injury)

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

It doesn't have to be said that Hank's been through a lot of fights, and his fair share of scars are a byproduct of that. So, he really isn't phased by you having a scar once he catches a glimpse of it. If anything, he's more curious about how you got such a large one in the first place. (Were you fighting some huge enemy back in your world? And how powerful was the thing if it could manage to injure you, of all people?)

That was before you made any mention of how your old injury still causes you pain, though. Hank's not the type to be worried about other people in general, but you're the one exception to that. He's not going to fret over you like a mother hen, but his concern will make itself known with how he refuses to let you strain yourself to do much of anything.

He's not very medically inclined (understatement, it's not like he even cares enough to patch himself up most of the time), so he's at a loss of what to do save for making it so you don't have to lift a finger for anything. In a way, this honestly kind of angers him, because he genuinely wants to be able to help you in any possible way, but he just…doesn't know how.

However, Hank's not one to beat around the bush if he wants something, so he'll likely just ask you directly if he can do anything to ease your residual pain. It doesn't matter if it's something that requires him to trek all the way across Nevada to get for you, or just some extra physical affection you want, he's pretty much at your beck and call if you think it will help you.

If you'd like, he's also willing to show off his own scars; he figures it's only fair since he saw yours. Neither of you mentions how his breath turns shallow when you trace a finger over the ones from more serious wounds.

(And, for the record, he would be very pissed off if you told him that you got it from helping a family member. It's unreasonable to blame them for the accident that caused this, but he will anyway. He's that delusional.)

- [SANFORD] -

Sanford is opposite to Hank in many ways here, namely in how he'll immediately get close to gauge the severity of your healed wound and ask about how badly it aches still. He's wary not to pry too much - as he doesn't want you to feel like you have to delve into anything traumatic - but he still wants to know if they (he) can do anything to help you.

You'll notice a sort of shift in his behavior after finding this out, and this is mainly seen in how he tries to make sure you don't have to do any difficult work or stress the part of your body where the scar is. He knows from personal experience how aches and pains can get triggered by this sort of thing, so he thinks he should assist you whenever he can.

He'll ease up if you ask him too of course, but you can get where he's coming from. If you were anyone else, he'd probably just leave you to deal with it on your own, but you're his Player; he can't justify allowing you to potentially cause yourself pain if he knows he can prevent it. That'd make him a bad vessel (and future partner, for that matter).

Although, when you tell him about how you got your scar, he immediately calms down a bit (grateful that it wasn't from an enemy or an intentional wound), it doesn't erase all of his concern. On one hand, he's happy that you didn't have to deal with the stress and fear that comes with someone trying to attack you, but the wound still happened regardless, so the thought still pains him. He doesn't want to imagine anything hurting you.

Sanford also gets it if you got your wound from helping a family member with something; he finds it relatable since he too has injured himself doing similar stuff for his folks as well. He'll give you this look of deep understanding when you refer to the cause, one that would almost be comical if the topic weren't so distressing.

- [DEIMOS] -

Deimos' reaction to seeing your scar is to freeze and go completely silent for a moment - he never expected to see something like that marring your flesh. However, while he internally breaks down into worry, he won't outwardly have much of a reaction in that moment. He doesn't want to bring up anything or make you feel self-conscious, so he'll probably just act like he never saw anything to begin with. It takes you mentioning it directly to pull his full thoughts from him.

He's a bit tentative about this whole thing oddly enough; perhaps it's just the discomfort at the idea of you being hurt, but he'll try to gloss over the seriousness of it to whatever degree he can. If this includes showing off a large scar of his and joking about how you match, then that's just how it is.

Like Sanford, he definitely loses some of his stress over this when you mention how this isn't from someone hurting you purposefully, or you getting into a tussle over something. Although he laxes up a lot more, and will relegate any worry to simply asking if you'd like his help when he sees you doing something. Sometimes he'll insist though, especially if it involves lifting anything heavy.

(A chance to flex his strength and do some service for his Player? It'd be stupid for him not to take it.)

Provided you aren't uncomfortable with it, Deimos will make jokes about your scar and how "badass" it makes you look.

If he was the first to find out about it, he'll make up long, elaborate explanations that you 'told him' about how you got it. It includes everything from a battle between gods (you being one of them) to you heroically saving some damsel in distress from a terrible beast. They aren't believable at all, but they aren't supposed to be. He just wants to make you laugh.

- [2BDAMNED] -

Despite not being an actual medic by any means, 2BDamned's reaction to seeing your scar is to ask what it's from and how it healed. He's also quite perceptive, so it only takes him seeing a sliver of your skin to call it out. Privately, of course, he doesn't want to push you on intimate matters in front of the others (especially if he didn't think they knew about it).

Really, Doc wants to know everything possible about it that you'd be willing to tell him about your old wound; it's important information, he reasoned since he wants to find out more about humans (you) in general, and someone has to be competent enough to care for your medical needs here.

Never mind how worried it made him to see it; it's hard to tell because of his mask, but he had to do a double-take when he caught a glimpse of it, and his horror only grew once you confirmed his concerns. Doc also knows that humans are generally more fragile compared to grunts at this point too, which just amplifies this feeling.

He's the first to ask if you need any scar cream or pain meds of any type to alleviate any discomfort you have - whether it be from the soreness of your old wound or the way it looks - and he'll get said medications as soon as possible. He'll also offer to help you apply whatever it is if it's a topical medication of some kind. If you'd like him to, of course.

While a part of him is relieved that the wound your scar was born from wasn't given to you purposefully, this becomes a sidenote to him more than anything. He wants to know what he can do for you here and now, with your residual pain and discomfort being his top priority.

He also won't even mention it around the others, as he thinks it's a private topic. Whether you show it off or not is immaterial; he views yours as similar to his own facial scars and thinks it would be better to just treat it as a completely normal thing instead of making a huge deal out of it. (Once he knows it's history and how to help you with it's lasting effects, of course. What else would you expect from one of your most competent vessels?)

Plus, your history and any past wounds are only yours to discuss anyway. He merely wants to be there for you to rely on, so he hopes you know that you can come to him for anything - scar related or not. It's the least he can do in return for all that you've brought to his life.

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illya-roma · 5 months

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Does anyone know the madness combat x reader fanfic that had the first chapter being reader drawing cicles on hank j wimbleton's mask before straight up burying him or trying to.

I think the second chapter was about hank doing the same but instead of burying just straight up kidnaps the reader?

#hank j wimbleton #hank j. wimbleton #madness combat x reader #hank madness combat #madness combat hank #yandere hank j. wimbleton

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imjustheremam · 9 months

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HANK J. WIMBLETON

Platonic/Romantic Headcanons

Warning: this for not for kids also there will be some spoilers, if you don't like my headcanons please don't complain, also their will be some spoilers at the end.

Platonic

Hank J. Wimbleton, we all know who this grunt is, the best mercenary, assassin, and cold-blooded criminal of Nevada.

Hank is somewhere in his 30s or 40s maybe in his 50s

Hank is no joke, so meeting him will either be your demise, or give you trauma.

But you were lucky to be hired by 2bdamned (aka S.Q), which means Hank WILL have to tolerate you despite he doesn't want to. (this is my headcanon of reader)

Hank isn't the type to befriend since he only cares about missions and killing for his pleasure.

But you somehow befriending HIM the dangerous grunt in Nevada!! You basically made everyone at the S.Q fear for your safety, but hey i won't argue.

If your younger than him like 19 or lower Prepare to be grandchild because he's going to be your GRANDPA, like almost any other grandpa he takes the lead and will kinda protect or train you if your a rookie.

Even if your a medic your going out on missions since that's the reason why 2bdamned recruited you, your the supporter of the team, so Hank is going have to deal with you healing him and the others on missions.(Also Skinner will be teaching you when you get back)

Now if your older like 20 or above, Hank will treat you like Deimos and Sanford, but since you befriended him, he will treat you kindly but still be rude as always.

Hank will still act like a grandpa but if your like more older than the others he will treat you like 2bdamned only you might annoy him a little...

Even if your younger or older, hank will refuse to listen or let you treat his injuries...

But hank will help you on missions and might actually let you be his partner in crime

Now if you were just an average grunt he would've killed you unless you helped him or gave him supplies and BAM you got 1% of his trust, so good luck gaining his trust...

ROMANTIC

Now Hank isn't the type to fall in love or be romantic but hey, we're all simps let's do this.

Ok so Hank is the type of lover to take things slow because he's never been a relationship, he also isn’t much into affectionate things, so don't get too ahead.

So give him sometime, he still new to this. And when he finally gets comfortable, you then can show him your love but teach him please, isn't good at this..

Hank will only date you if your older like in your 20s or 30s, afterall he is kinda old (so those who are younger, sorry but your nothing but a grandchild to him or a random ass kid with a knife).

Hank will act like normal but he will show his kindness and love when both of you are alone, he likes to keep the relationship in secret, because he doesn't want anyone to find out especially when he has so many enemies after him.

Hank is overprotective when he on missions with you and will sometimes try his best to treat your injuries(yeah your gonna have to help him)

If your relationship gets bigger and better hank will act a little confident and might try to flirt with you when your alone with him, he will also try his best to hug you or kiss you.

But since hank can't kiss he will bonk his head softly to yours, while you give him a peck on his metal jaw or cheek.

But for his flirting it sounds like a threat but in a loving way

Hank would spy on deimos and Sanford just to learn to flirt alittle better (but sometimes he gets caught spying)

Hank is not stupid he still understand what affectionate hugs, cuddles and more but will pretend not to know just to see you teach him how or he's just doesn't want to be soft in public.

Now if the relationship is now at its highest, hank will no longer hide his relationship with you and deimos will tease the living sh!t out of you and hank...maybe...

Deimos will also help hank which hank will mostly refuse due to not liking the annoying pyro-maniac, but hank will try...maybe

2bdamned didn't actually approve of this but didn’t argue, 2bdamned let this slide since he wants you and hank to finish missions...

Sanford and Deimos actually worry about you having a relationship with Hank, like...your dating a grunt that tried to kill them (watch or play madness combat: project Nexus 2 you'll understand)

Also the A.A.H.W will also try to kidnap you or kill you just to make hank suffer...

When you and hank date, he would prefer the date to be private and secure because of A.A.H.W, Tricky, Jebus, Bandits and everyone that's trying to kill him

During dating hank will most likely keep staring at you because he doesn't know what to say or do but, but he won't lie he loves staring at you, it makes him special.

Oh but just because your dating and he loves you doesn't mean he's gonna stop being rude, he always will be rude but he goes 25% soft on you.

Your compliments and flirts will make him get flustered, to the point he might start shaking violently.

Also he will flirt with you aswell just to make you get flustered or embarrassed,

BONUS AND SPOILER ALERT!!!⚠

Remember about what I said that hank tried to kill Sanford and Deimos well, if you dated hank before destroying the project nexus.

Well Hank would still try to kill Sanford and Deimos, you however would be the one Hank will hesitate you kill...

Yandere behavior would've kicked in if he actually killed Sanford and Deimos

But we all or half of us know Hank lost the fight, so you would've try to revive his body or take him to 2bdamned,

you would not interact with him until you finally have the courage or hank would apologize to you by buying some hotdogs...

If hank won the fight, you be missing your legs as hank kill deimos and Sanford, after that hank give you one last soft bonk in the forehead before... finishing the mission... and yeah the end

" I'm sorry y/n.. but I can't have you stop me... " he said as he stares down at you, seeing your legs were cut off by his sword as you watch in horror, in pain...hurt.... he crouches down and leans his head, until both his and your foreheads touched as you close your eyes slowly and... fall alseep... forever

Its is all I could imagine hank also I'm working on the main 4 yandere request but my part-time job took away all my days off but I'm close to finishing it...

#madness combat x reader #hank j wimbleton x reader #madcom x reader #madness combat headcanons #yandere madness combat #Madness Combat reader insert

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yippie-ki-yay · 2 years

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Hey! I really like your headcanons and I wanted to send you send! Yandere Hank and Sheriff's older sister/brother Reader,who has a tough temper with everyone except his brother I would like to see how you implement this idea, and I apologize in advance for mistakes, English is not my native language.

Thank you so much! Also this is my first yandere ask so I might be a little shaky. I didn’t give the reader a specific gender so anyone can read!

Also, I realized I kinda messed up in the last ask post with the ‘two asks in one day’ thing (meant for it to be ‘posts’ but I forgot to change it before I left for work). Making that true now before I sign off for the night!!

CW for yandere behavior!!

Okay so

Normal Hank is already terrifying enough to go up against. He’s the goddamn boogeyman of Nevada, has an entire organization dedicated to stopping him, and has racked up quite the bounty outside of the AAHW. There are few who’ve lived to recount their brushes with the dark-clad madman, and one such person is your younger brother.

Knowing Sheriff, he’s always been one to air on the side of caution. He’s more of a ‘flight’ than ‘fight’ person, so when you hear that your little brother’s being targeted by one of the deadliest people in Nevada? There’s no way you aren’t going to step in.

So you stick closer to him in the passing weeks, helping out with things and taking care of the occasional aggressor, but those were all small game compared to who you were really waiting for.

Soon enough Hank does end up showing, having tracked down where Sheriff hid this time. He’s expecting the guards at the door, nor is he surprised by the agents hiding behind corners and in other blindspots just waiting to ambush him. Even if he’s never been in the building before he maneuvers through it like he’s lived there his whole life.

Finding that little coward couldn’t have been easier, just like every other time he broke into one of Sheriff’s hideouts, but something was different this time…

He’d seen numerous bodyguards that had been hired to protect that sniveling waste of oxygen, but something about the stern-faced person standing just in front of his target wasn’t the same as those mercenaries.

He’d never seen your face on the wanted posters or even heard about someone matching your description. Even if Hank never really cared to pay attention to things like that, he’d taken out dozens of ‘dangerous’ people without breaking a sweat, normally he could recall something about the poor sod that thought they had a chance at beating him.

You though? You were basically a nobody, and yet you didn’t even flinch when he kicked in the door. You stared him down as he crept into the room, piercing red goggles staring into your very soul.

Hank was the one person that everyone wished to avoid, meeting your end at his hands was one of the worst fates out there, and you showed no signs of fear whatsoever.

And, dear reader, that’s what catches his interest.

Famous mercs and other powerful entities never really gained a reaction from him, they were normally all talk anyways, but you hadn’t said a single word to him. No taunts, no threats, nothing. You let the weapon in your hands do all the talking.

Hank couldn’t help but grin underneath his bandana - oh, this was going to be fun…

Whether or not you’re proficient enough at fighting to hold your own against him, I doubt that would matter much to him. You’ve already caught the eye of one of the most feared men in Nevada and that isn’t easy to do.

But let’s say you are able to fend him off. Trading blows, both you and Hank are banged up and bloody. He doesn’t even seem to be tired but you’re struggling a little. The blood loss is definitely getting to you, but you’re too stubborn to go down and give up like that.

It isn’t until Hank manages to pin you that things really become tense. You’re quite literally looking death in the face and he’s just…staring back.

While you’re frozen and confused, Hank’s just…looking you over. Looks really don’t matter much to him, it’s your eyes that intrigue him the most. What are you thinking? Are you afraid now?

You tense up as he leans closer, frozen as he breathes out four simple yet terrifying words.

“Be seeing you soon…”

Hank’s gone before you can even react, disappearing as if he wasn’t even there to begin with. Even if you want to take pride in the fact that you technically bested Hank J. Wimbledon, the parting words he left you with chilled you down to your very core.

Things go back to normal (or as normal as they can be) after that - you get patched up, reassure your little brother that any sane person wouldn’t have jumped in on that fight, and go about your business. Though, even in the ‘safety’ of your own living space, you won’t be alone for very long.

There are few who lived to talk about their experiences with Hank - you became one such person after that day, but soon enough you won’t be talking to anyone… Not when he gets his hands on you for good.

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #hank j. wimbleton #hank j wimbleton x reader #yan!hank #cw yandere

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