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[bloodstainedhair]

hey looks at you can ygu write sanford or deimos cannibalism im begging on my knees no one else sees my vision (that vision being them eating people and threatening to eat their darling)

looks at this starts howling at the moon clawing my curtains rips my shirt off

cw. cannibalism & gore, threats towards reader.

goddd you already know they do it together. like it's some sick sort of bonding ritual that only got worse once you came along, now saddled by the mingling desires of devotion and consumption. something weird like that. at first, it was all good fun, a mutual joy in unabashedly gruesome behavior. with you, though− it became an outlet for needs that much more depraved. (surprisingly possible when any of hank's gang is involved.)

the attacks are distinct. deimos doesn't aim for precision, just a good time and a good meal. he teases his food before going straight for the jugular. his teeth being so sharp doesn't help. he plays with his food and it shows in the chunks left scattered around the bodies. he's kind of like a cookiecutter shark...

that's not to say that sanford is clean. he just doesn't like to waste. it helps that he keeps his own personal meat hook on hand at all times. he likes to play provider and bring back generous portions of the body back for supper. it's the common habit of scavenging for grunts, as well as knowing hank won't be happy if they come home empty-handed with blood around their mouths.

it's terrible how often they work together against you, which is usually how it goes, sadism and all. deimos' threats catch you off guard with how casual and quick they are. he doesn't stick around for long or he'll go into a frenzy. he's "nice" enough to leave you with some particularly sore bite marks, or the unsanitary spit stains left on your clothes after he forced himself into your space, breathing heavily into the fabric shielding your neck at the moment. can't get enough of you, honestly.

sanford does the talking, and lets deimos take care of you like he's letting a dog off it's leash. he'll crouch down to your level and graze his hook over the skin of your collarbone, still warm with the blood of the person who he pretended was you, just minutes ago. sanford gives you a firm warning, enunciating the words, knowing you'll be staring at his bloodstained teeth. maybe you can't see through the glasses, but the intensity of his gaze can be felt nonetheless. a fine red line too close to your neck is what you're left with. and maybe deimos if you're unlucky. if it was up to sanford, he'd savor every part of you.

#i thought i wouldnt be able to write madcom at some point but no they live in my house actually i can hear them in the attic #asks #anon #mine #yandere madcom #yandere madness combat #cw cannibalism #yandere deimos #yandere sanford

[bloodstainedhair]

Hank jmadeness combat wimbleton

gross zomb hank

for the Halloween prompt list. this is so fucking late im sorry. anyways so real. edited 3/24.

cw. zombie gore + general minor gore, violence against agents, some horny hank, reader is used to this.

Zombie!Hank who crawls his way out of the dirt, maggots and all, dragging himself all the way back to your residence. His favorite death marker, its walls are stained in his blood and stench. Really, goes to show where his loyalties lie, so I guess that's a plus.

While it'd be shocking from anyone else, this is Hank. He's done worse, disrespected more graves than you could imagine. Disbelief, and visible disgust, wash away from you as quick as they came, and the exhaustion that comes from dealing with this freak takes it place back at your side.

He knows your place like the back of his (rotting) hand, thumping over to the fridge to grab himself that head he left for "later", ugh. Growling coarsely to offer you parts of the brain, only the best for you, of course.

Maybe it's his ever degrading brain, but Hank is even more sadistic than before, a bloody gargled laugh erupting from his chest cavity when he's tearing agents apart like a little girl does her barbie dolls. He takes a particular joy in lifting their torn yet still living bodies over himself and drinking the blood raining down on his face.

Hank frequently gets a high off his own ability to decimate anything and anyone in his way, and the fact this mangled body remains the most powerful in the room... It only gets worse. Whatever restraint he had for your safety (you don't want viscera on your shirt :( .) disappears as he sets you on his shoulder to come and watch the show. You'll be heading home covered in the blood and gut of his glory.

The absolute worst part is how much he wants to share this so-called wonderful experience with you. His claws digging into the soft and warm flesh of your cheek, his palms cold and clammy with sweat and blood as his jaw extends past what's normal to shove a slimy tongue down your poor throat. His deep purr can be felt between the both of you, much too intimate for your liking, not enough for his. He'll give you a taste of his own rancid blood as if it's the same as saying "I Love You" to Hank.

It is, so expect it more often.

#self rb #edited #madcom tag

[bloodstainedhair]

you ever look at a fictional man and just know that he has crushing debt

This is the funniest fucking description I've heard of such a type of man. I love this I'm stealing this

#asks #anon

[bloodstainedhair]

hank jimbleton wimbleton would, i fear, not hazard to give me the time of day even if he were in love with me (this is bc he is nonverbal)

You: I love you :)

Hank: *Loud Shaking*

#only downside of this is you can't tell if he wants to kill you or kiss you (both) #asks #anon #madcom tag

[bloodstainedhair]

ghost who's dating soap and comes to know of you because you're soap's first ex. they catch sight of you at johnny's hometown on leave and the floodgates come spilling open. despite having separated ages ago, there are certain things johnny can't keep secret, not when he's just as obsessed as he was in high school. you're his first love, how could he? it was a mutual breakup, or so he likes to call it, where he decided he was too much for the average person (you) to handle. it hurt, but you accepted it and moved on. you don't even bother to argue, knowing that doesn't work with a guy like him. he proves himself right years later, still restless and stubborn even more in his military service. however, now there's simon to rein in his bad behavior. in fact, ghost did some research of his own. just to be safe. yeah, safe. surely you'd have an easier time now that you've got extra hands.

#mine #soap x reader #ghost x reader #ghoap x reader #cw toxic relationship

[bloodstainedhair]

good morning i’m going insane over a collection of men from different sources whom i want to beat me up

realest words ever spoken do NOT let my ass elaborate the list will not stop

#asks #anon #fav

[bloodstainedhair]

chewing pt2 like a treat tysm

adds to fics i would like to hoard and gently places you on a small pedestal

im very noticeably poor lmao the pedestal is made out of styro

thank you lol

#asks #chocogi

[bloodstainedhair]

*holds gun under the table* send requests

#I finally have time… finally…

[bloodstainedhair]

HII ITS OKAY DONT RUSH do your best :D

ill just wait here and pester you from time to time

maybe

have a good day :D

I’m fine w that lol, you have a good day too!!

#asks #chocogi

[bloodstainedhair]

i love the butcher. from emesis blue. i would um. kiss him. on his forehead.. goober to me (i have a soft spot for nonverbal characters)

I love that nonverbal characters make you pay attention to their body language/actions rather than words. leaves a silly red kiss mark of the forehead of his mask (i am fatally bleeding out)

#asks #anon #emie blu tag

[bloodstainedhair]

discovers both your hybrid works w 141

sits in the corner waiting for more food

theyre both really good btw! im just happy to have found them :D

Thank you!! I promise there will be more stuff for Starve, I'm just lagging behind ideas for how to continue the first bits T_T I definitely plan on continuing/writing more for it though, I love my weird dog reader <3

#asks #chocogi

[bloodstainedhair]

ughhhhh the polar bear reader fic was 😫😫😫😫

Thank you!! 😭 My ass was NOT locked in while writing it but I'm glad you guys like it!!

#asks #anon

[bloodstainedhair]

literally 

#loud sweating #misc

[bloodstainedhair]

Holiday Season

pairing. obsessed 141 / polar bear-hybrid reader *scenario/headcanons

note. gender neutral reader. reader is physically described to be 6ft or over. common hybrid features such as animal ears, tail, nose, claws, and paw pads.

cw. unhealthy relationships/yandere themes, meat and blood mentions, a lot of eating from hands mentions, a weird type of infantilization, big bad bear is called cute a stupid amount of times, dangerous but passive reader, vague made-up base because i watch too many movies.

Holed up in the middle of fucking nowhere, Alaska, the white wasteland. That's how the 141 were going to spend the merry month of December. Endless snow in sight and no family to be found. A complete and utter joke of a holiday season.

It scarcely matters, the food that's been stored, the dense furniture they've been given, even the solace they find in each other. It's miserable out here. The freeze is always licking at their skin, seeping through their layered clothes to cling to the exposed nape. It's their constant company.

Yet, something else bothers them. A hint that only their trained eyes could catch in their misery. An entity, perhaps, something that follows the men without rest. It's a shadow of winter, blanketing itself around the base and leaving its warmth with no trace to its next destination. Only something another human could pull off.

Dishes left strewn on the counter are returned to their cupboards, clean and scrubbed. Leftovers are consistently missing a bite more than what Soap remembers wolfing the night before. If a blanket or pillow goes missing, best bet it doesn't come back. It doesn't take much convincing for Price to round up his boys to find out the root of their question. Not when they've nothing else to do.

It's Soap who finds you first. Rummaging through the fridge with a plastic container in your hands, that adorable black nose covered in spaghetti sauce. He wonders how they didn't hear you sooner with the way you carelessly scarf down the contents. You remind him a little of himself...

Little round ears perk up at the sound of his gasp. Soap freezes in place as your head cranes back to inspect him. Eyes staring at him with indifference, a lone noodle stuck to your cheek and tomato red staining your considerably large teeth. Sharp and big, enough to poke out from your mouth and dig into your chapped bottom lip. A similarly large grayish-blue tongue swipes out to clean the damning evidence.

So. Fucking. Cute.

Johnny is thanking the names of every God he knows when you let him lead you by hand to his team. A new warmth flows through his body, lighting up his dormant nerves in the winter night, your thick black claws prodding into his rough skin. You must be a docile ol' thing, obediently following him to his buddies, though only after he bribes you with more meals to come. He'll cook up the whole damn kitchen if it means you trail him like this daily.

Ghost is sure that Johnny's the one hiding furry ears and a tail when he rushes over like a dog with a fresh new bone. That, and he's more crazy than he imagined dragging over what looks to be a six foot something polar bear hybrid right his way. Ghost doesn't forget things easily, and he's confident that said bears are known to be the most eager predators in the presence of flesh. Not just by circumstance, no, by nature.

A strange thought does pop up in head. That fluffy white tail you sport catches his eye for longer than he'd like to admit. He wonders. If he offered up a nice, raw chunk of seal to you, would it wag in anticipation? Would your ears twitch at the sounds of his boots crunching in the snow, bringing you yet another delicious catch? He could be the perfect provider for you, he thinks. Maybe even have you hunt alongside him, a bonding ritual of sorts. Blood all over your mouth, allowing only Simon to dab away at your chin with a towel. What a sight to behold. Two predators in the same room.

Gaz takes a step away before doing the exact opposite a minute later. You're not just some wild animal, and he's half worried he just disrespected you to your face (you didn't see it). Any bit of nervousness he had melts away when you gently push your nose into his warm hands. He was going for a handshake, but this is surprisingly preferred. Seems he missed wiping some the cocoa from a recent pot of hot chocolate. He hadn't expected you to be so... soft. If you want more, he's got a heap of cookies hidden away in his room. No issue with you visiting him for a late night snack. Christ, he'll even handfeed you if you're feeling lazy, no worries.

Captain Price nearly drops the flimsy cup of coffee held in his gloved hands. Fucking giant thing you are. He nearly drops it again when your nose takes a sharp turn to the smell of his beverage. Not picky, are you... He'll keep note of that for later. From the looks of it, you're adapting well to the chaos of his batch, sniffing and patiently waiting for Soap to release you from his iron grip on your paw pad. He also takes note of what your wearing almost immediately, Arctic grade parka wrapped around your waist in favor of standard workwear, more akin to a jumpsuit than winter gear. Unbelievable. However, that does explain it now. You work here.

It makes sense, considering you're one of the more volatile hybrids. So many people, including your bosses, are uneasy about the predators. It must've been particularly bad for you. Hiding you away in a big and lonely base to eat dinner at an empty table. The world unable to appreciate you for what you are.

Price on the other hand, he knows his boys like the back of his hand. They understand your type. Would take you in without judgement or fear. Indulge you. Feed you fat red meat from calloused palms and let you lap at the warm blood still dripping on the snow. Gladly clean the droplets that stain your pure white parka. Make you warm.

#btw i genuinely love winter. it is literally the only season that makes me happy. fuck you summer (is born in july) #mine #yandere #yandere cod

[bloodstainedhair]

me thinking about hybrids: this bitch hungry as fuck *makes them a cannibal*

#something something starving predators

[bloodstainedhair]

putting fritz in my noutg adn thruashing

fucking tenderly kisses his mouth and then bites him bites him bites him through his turtleneck. do you think his skin bruises easily *hit with wrench*

#medics are built big and sturdy. good for biting and chewing #bit too hard? heals himself. good as new #asks #anon #emie blu tag

[bloodstainedhair]

Mx. sinister by I don’t know how but they found me. Which yandere fits this theme?

Hmm, for what first came to mind, I’d say Gaz and/or Rudy. These yanderes like to pride themselves on the fact they give you "space" to adjust to their presence, as if that's not the barest minimum. Your privacy is like a gift waiting to be shredded on Christmas day, or rather the day you accept their love. As hard as they try to keep a semblance of self-control in terms of their obsession with you, it's only so long before they grow restless with need. Maybe you were thankful for their shame in the beginning, but now that said phase has passed, it's made them all the more determined to make you theirs.

#mayyybe soap but in an even MORE delusional way where he thinks tormenting you everyday is being merciful. same with engi tf2 #asks #prompts #yandere #yandere cod