#yandere maximilien

[yandere-genji]

💟—Desperate—💟

part one

nsfw

TW: noncon, dubcon, abuse, yandere

contains: kidnapping, blood, injuries, fingering, human pet, humiliation

reader is gender neutral

It’s cold. Colder than the gray cement floor. Colder still than Ramattra’s metal plating and what scarce heat reflected from its surface. 

Outside, in some distant world, the sun warmed all it touched. But that was stolen from you. He tossed into this barren room, only being taken out to “play”. An activity that involved anything but fun for you. Ramattra’s idea of play meant whatever satisfied his sadistic flavor of the week, any enjoyment you might derive being nothing short of error.  

You had stopped trying to count the minutes, lost track of the days without the sun. Wherever your family way, you only prayed that they escaped the clutches of his forces, found refuge in some other city. It was the only hope you had, however foolish. There was no energy left in you to contemplate whether death was a worse fate than being reduced to whatever you had been made to be. 

A streak of white light swallowed the room. Repulsed, you shielded yourself, chains shuffling as you moved. Two voices spoke, Rammatra’s robotic hum and another you can scarcely recognize. 

“My,” an omnic voice chided, “What a mess you’ve made. A remarkable visage spoiled by your folly.”

“Shut up and take your reward,” Rammatra spoke, turning away. You adjusted to the light and recognized the other voice as soon as you matched its face. The other omnic that found you that day. The day you were kidnapped. Sleek as you remembered him, in polished steel and a well-tailored suit. 

“Not so fast,” his gaze fixed on you, but not in address, “I have something more in mind.”

“I said,” you flinched as his voice darkened, a sound you had heard at your most vulnerable, “Take your reward. Before I stop feeling so generous.”

“Have some sense. You’ve no mastery in handling delicate things, and what a precious creature you’ve caught. You’d be a fool to let this one go to waste,” he walked towards your withered body. 

“What harm is there to wasting it?” 

You couldn’t help the desperate sobs that erupted through your slitted eyes, praying someone could save you from this hell. Almost as if to answer you, the other omnic bent on his knee and raised to hand to cup your cheek. 

“Don’t fret, dear. I have ways to make your master soften. Just follow my lead, won’t you?”

You kept your gaze low and nodded shallowly. 

“No doubt you’ve fallen for their charms - if your frequent visits to your quarters are any accurate measure. You don’t mean such harsh words.”

“Please,” he scoffed, “I am not nearly as weak as you. Humans bring me no pleasure.”

“And yet,” the omnic hummed, “You keep them displayed like this. What a sight, indeed. Turn over, pet, let me see what your master has done to you.”

Despite your shame, you fulfilled his command, lifting your head and displaying your back to the two omnics. You hear gears turn in an amused purr as his hands examined your recently used body. 

“I want no part in this, Maximilien. I had no intent to lead you here, but you have earned it. So do as you please and then take your leave.”

The smaller omnic - Maximilien - continued to lap around you. He leaning down and whispered in your ear, “Let me show you how much more skilled I am than your little master.”

You knit your brows tight enough to make your head ache and your stomach tensed. You had endured too many nights at Rammatra’s mercy, so much trauma that left you bloody and sore. Hours each day spent on your back, poked and squeezed until his marks colored your flesh a deep purple. A toy to spend his idle time when he needed to relieve himself. And now he was giving you to his friend. 

He seemed already fascinated by the bruises on your body. You can imagine why - the smooth tips of his fingers grazing your tender skin, only to stab at your your nerves just to hear you scream. If he was anything like Ramattra, maybe. What other tortures men like them enjoy, you didn’t want to think about. You would be witness to them soon enough. 

A large, unmistakable clawed hand grabbed your arm and pulled you away. 

“A dangerous taunt from such a small creature,” how surprising it was to hear someone with such a passion for his own people to spit an insult with the same venom you had heard in your own little town. 

“What keen ears you have, dear brother,” Maximilien hummed, “I had hoped you’d have other matters to attend to. Surely more important than this pet of yours.”

He pulled you closer with a strength you feared might severe your arm right then and there. And yet you leaned into him, somehow finding some comfort in his protection. Even if it wasn’t as intended for you as you would’ve liked to think. 

Faint light shone white on Maximilien’s polished loafers, rolling like a pebble with each step he took. Ramattra released you, his shadow shrouding you in darkness. The smaller omnic kneeled, sharp eyes on yours. They burned like flames sunken in his face and fueled your fear. 

But his touch was gentle, delicate fingers grazing your skin. Your breath jumped, skin rose in bumps as his fingers tips traced your shape. He cupped your chin and lowered his gaze. Your chest tightened, metal digit resting on your lip. He pushed further and your body responded before you could choke on the moans that left from your lips. His blazing eyes soften. 

“Beautiful.”

Ramattra’s hand cupped underneath your chin, lifting your head high and you met the gaze of the same stoic face you learned to fear. He reveled in contorting your body in awkward positions. Maximilien tutted in disapproval, “Why don’t we show your master what a lovely pet you can be?”

Your eyes were wet and you fluttered away heavy tears. He must’ve taken that as a sign of approval, running a hand over you back as he returned to examine between your legs. Rammatra knelt. All the hours spent at his disposal kept you alert in his presence, like the primal instinct of prey when being stalked by predator. All too exposed to the two of them, you yelped when you felt Maximilien’s noticeably smaller hand creep up the length of your thigh. 

“Don’t be afraid, dear one,” he cooed, “You’ll be getting very comfortable with me very soon.”

You hushed the urge to cry, swallowing a hiccup, and let him continue massaging your inner thigh, touching closer and close to your most sensitive appendage. His hand cupped the swell of your ass, kneading soft moans out of you. The motions teased you most sensitive parts and numbed your mind at the pleasure. He laughed and shook the meat of your thighs in small, rapid movements that sent vibrated the fat of your lower body. You arched your back, missing the pressure between your legs and Maximilien met your plea with a finger lightly dipping into you but not enough to satisfy. 

“So good for me, such a good toy you are.”

You turned frantic at the praise, like a starved man at a feast, moaning and presenting your aching body to him. Eager for his touch. He laughed again. Music, ecstasy. You could beg if you knew the words. 

His fingers sunk into you, reliving the pain from more uninvited encounters. But the entry was much more bearable when his fingers expertly indulged that spot between your legs. You could find sweet pleasure past all the pain. And you let yourself go, moaning salaciously as your mind went blank with desire. Maximilien played you like a puppet, curling his finger inside you and hitting spots so precisely you become putty in his hands. 

“More,” Ramattra’s deep voice killed you moans and stiffened your body. 

“Not yet,” Maximilien focused, no longer playful, “This is a careful process.”

Maximilien’s nimble touch was forced out of you, leaving you exposed as your sensitive body met with Ramattra’s own, sharp and cold. Not at all the comfort you had just known. His large hands dragged you by your thigh and sat you on his knee. 

“What do you think you’re doing, you damned brute?” you never thought Maximilien could be angry before this moment. 

“You’ve had your fun,” the tips of two metal digits threaten to tear you open, rimming you. 

“Gentle!”

“I’m tired of waiting,” you’re already sobbing, but when his unforgiving fingers force their way through you, you’re screaming. There’s no relief when he pulls back, your body far too sore to recover in such a short amount of time before you’re filled again. His other hand held you still, and you would’ve been perfectly still if he wasn’t gripping you so hard enough to cut through your skin. You’ve learned to stop begging, stop crying for help, it only makes things worse. So you sobbed silently, whimpering when you needed to breathe. Maximilien’s hand fell on your back, trying to rub some sort of comfort into you. It meant nothing.

“You didn’t enjoy that show I put on for you earlier?” he asked. 

“I admit,” he relaxed his fingers, “It was sweet. But I tired quickly of pathetic little touches.”

“If you would have waited you would see that I was getting to that,” Maximilien, too, was losing patience, “Enough of this, you won’t make good on any arrangement if you don’t let me take your pet for myself.”

He stopped, he actually stopped. When he released your limp body, the hard ground felt soft as a pillow. Maximilien took Rammatra’s soiled hand and brought it to your face. 

“Clean your master, show him what a good pet you are.”

You would’ve loved to wrap your lips around Maximilien’s fingers, beg him with your eyes to finish you off. But to show that intimacy with Ramattra? Any sign of vulnerability you showed him he was sure to abuse. You closed your eyes tightly, tongue settling at his wet tips and tasting yourself. 

“Eyes up,” Maximilien commanded. 

That stoic face. Still somehow mocking you as you lapped the wetness, the taste and his gaze making you hold back bile. But you did as you were told, until only your saliva was left to glisten on his clawed hands. 

That didn’t satisfy him for long, he was quick to wrap that same hand around your throat. He didn’t squeeze, but used his grip as leverage to manipulate you. He had you sit on your knees, head up. Maximilien raised a hand to interrupt the process. 

“Still for just a moment and I can give you something you never knew you wanted,” the promise was invited, would’ve been sweeter without Ramattra here. 

Ramattra hummed, thumb playing with your bottom lip. Peering down at you like a toy he was hesitant in sharing. He freed your neck, “I want you pleading for mercy at the end of this.”

If you hadn’t been so worn down, you might’ve fought back, sometimes wished you had the guts to spit a curse at him. Other times you were glad to be quiet. You shifted your gaze, hoping he didn’t notice your whimpering. Maximilien came forward and raked a hand through your hair. His touch was nothing short of delightful and melting into him became an instinct. Finally spoiled after endless abuse. 

“So sweet for me,” he trailed his fingers down your cheek, lifted your chin and tilted it from side to side, “Your master loves to make a show of you, doesn’t he? Lay back.”

Shifting off your knees, you laid down on the thin blanket Rammatra had made your bed. Maximilien held your knees, rubbed circles into them as he watched you display your body for him. 

“You’ve been lovely, darling, but I want to hear more from you,” he moved his hands to the back of your knees, spreading you apart, “A good pet begs.”

“Please,” you stammered in a whisper, not even sure what you’re asking for.

“You’ll have two masters, now. Address me as such,” he continued trailing down your legs, spreading you wider. 

“Yes, master,” the words burned your cheeks in shame and muted anger. You looked away when he dipped his finger at your hole. Now that you’d been primed by Rammatra, there was no need for him to ease himself into you, yet he still kept a slow pace. His other hand steady at your hip, gently messaging you like a lover taking a virgin. You were still tender, but he eased the pain by thumbing over your arousal, messaging you just enough to ignore the sting. 

He heavied the pressure, drawing soft moans from you again. His finger curled and your body sang in tune, stretching your body in bliss. His other hand tightened, squeezing as he built pressure. He released, sent a slap to your exposed ass and you yelped, “I’m not hearing any begging. Brother, come here.”

You let out pleading whimpers as you watched Rammatra approach. His gaze intent on your body, watched as you squirmed and begged at a mere touch. Maximilien pulled away when Rammatra knelt between your legs, holding your knees apart and spreading you wider than you thought possible at this position. 

“Keep the pressure there and do what you were before. You’ll find much better results.”

His fingers filled you again, never just one, while his other hand took Maximilien’s suggestion. Though gentler, he was not as nimble as Maximilien and would too often painfully spear you. But when he hit just the right spot, the satisfaction was almost worth it. 

“Beg. Now.”

He’d made that command to you before, and you cried and screamed to indulge him. Pleas not made in passion, but in fear. He wasn’t your master, he was your tormentor. The last thing you could imagine was him delighting in your pleasure. And you never thought you’d enjoy his touch. That you’d find bliss in begging him. 

“Please, master,” you’re not even sure what it is you’re begging for, but it seemed to do wonders as he had you moaning loudly not long after. He didn’t need to ask again, you’re pleading with him frantically after every moan and by the way he increased to a brutal pace, it’s exactly what he wanted. He inserted another finger, the pain was hot and pricked a tear from your eye - ecstasy. 

He sent a sharp slap to your ass, his strength dwarfing the Maximilien’s touch, while he began to scissor three claws inside of you. Your hands hurried to soothe the pain, stop it somehow but Maximilien caught your wrists and pinned them above your head. You tried for him to find sympathy in your wet eyes, but he kept you still as Rammatra stretched you impossibly full. 

“That’s it, faster,” Maximilien ordered over your panicked, bouncing body with a determined voice. You kicked and squirmed. When Rammatra found just the right spot, the perfect tempo, your body took control. The sensation far too much for you to keep still any longer, so close to release. 

“Yes, faster! Please, please, please,” voice tittering to babbling cries as your master stretched you brutally, his associate pinning you tighter as you came undone. Your mind chased bliss, and every sight is him, your master. 

He can see it, too, that look on your face. Your desperate glances and quaking body, your legs spread wide open for him. You’re his, more than you ever have been before. 

Your ears rang when you came, pain searing your sobering body. His fingers stopped scissoring but were still inside you. Maximilien released his grip and your rolled your wrists, wincing at the raw wounds. When Rammatra removed his fingers, you worried you would never be able to move your legs again. 

He lifted you in his arms, tired and weak. “I will take the pet to my chambers to rest,” he curled his arms and pulled you closer, “I trust you enjoyed your reward. It was well deserved.” 

#yandere overwatch #yandere #dark overwatch #yandere!overwatch #dark!overwatch #dark ramattra #yandere ramattra #ramattra x reader #yandere au #male yandere #yandere x reader #maximilien x reader #dark maximilien #yandere maximilien #overwatch maximilien #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x y/n

[u-ni-t]

#my art #my drawings #overwatch #overwatch 2 #zenyatta #maximilien #maxyatta #overwatch maximilien #ramattra #overwatch ramattra #ramyatta #yandere

[overstalking]

yandere! Max hcs ?

Maximilien:

- Extreme stalker in the way that he always has someone watching your every move, when he isn’t the one doing it, and knows your schedule by heart before he kidnaps you. 

- Max is all about keeping tons of pictures of you around him at all times and shows them off to other people at the casino, telling them you’d be his lady luck if he was allowed to play. 

- When he does have you in his hands he’s incredibly meticulous about your care. He has a nutritionist that makes sure you stay healthy and when you start behaving he hires a personal trainer to make sure you staying cooped up at home doesn’t have you lose the lovely shape he fell for. 

- Max wants to show you off like a prized jewel, which is impossible when he first makes you his. It angers him to no end which makes him more aggressive with you until you learn that being his pet is better than being locked up in the house with him. 

#overwatch maximilien #yandere overwatch

[biting-you]

Omg I need me more maxamilien omnic husbando

Hell yea you do!

Warning: drugging

Maximilien really wished that drugging your dinner wasn’t the only way he was able to touch you, but beggars couldn’t be choosers he supposed. But he had to admit that he liked how you looked with your hair splayed out on the pillow after he dumped your unconscious form onto the bed. Not to mention you weren’t kicking or hitting him, so there were some upsides. For a few moments he just stands and watches your chest raise and lower as you sleep, imagining your ribs expanding and settling with every intake of air your lungs take in. It was so interesting how your body kept working even as you slept. Your brain still working as it let you dream and your stomach digesting your drugged food. Max’s body didn’t work like that. He almost completely shut down every time he ‘slept’, the fans that kept him cool at night were the only things that separated him from an out of commission bot. It was sort of depressing. He started to strip himself of his suit, letting the articles of clothing drop around his metal feet. There were very few times in his life the Maximilien liked to expose his body, even as a younger omnic it was something he liked to do rarely. But in front of you it felt nice, even if you couldn’t see him. He kept still for a few minutes longer, relishing the silence between the both of you, the small buzz of excitement before intimacy. Maximilien finally pushed himself onto the bed, letting his body separate your legs so he could sit in between them. His hands dipped under your dress, liking the way you let out a grunt as his cold hands caressed your soft belly. The omnic didn’t fear that you’d wake up as he squeezed and pinched different parts of your torso, no matter how much discomfort you were in those pills would make sure you stayed asleep. It was amazing how this soft exterior was supposed to protect the even softer and more fragile organs inside. If he really wanted to, he could easily push his fingers right through your side and plunge his fingers into something vital. He wouldn’t let you die of course, but perhaps if you were behaving exceptionally terribly, it was definitely a good threat. Your dress was now becoming more of a hinderance to his exploration and with a fews tugs, managed to pull it off and throw it to the ground to join his own clothes. All you were left in was a sleek gray set of matching bra and panties, it made him chuckle to think that of all nights, you were wearing one of his favorites.  It was so nice to see you exposed to him like this, it almost made him want to take you right then and there, but this wasn’t about filling his carnal desires.  He wanted you awake and alert for that. No, this was about the physical intimacy that he had craved from you for so long. To be held and to be close to you is what he wanted most now, a lovers embrace filled with sweet nothings and laughter. He’d never tell you that’s what he wanted, that he wanted your sweetness above all else. You’d hate him even more and probably start to view him as weak if he told you. What kind of power could he hold over you if you knew that he wanted to cuddle? No, no the omnic new better than to expose his raw emotions to you before you even could love him. Maximilien wanted you to need him, to be held by him. But for now this would have to do. His body lowered onto yours further, easing himself across your body as his arms snaked around your shoulders and under your back. The position was awkward with your limp arms still resting at your sides but he liked it nonetheless, it just felt nice to finally hold you.

#yandere #yandere overwatch #maximilien #maximilian #why is this kinda angsty? no one knows #Anonymous

[strikecommandher]

Here’s a super small (but hopefully not for long) list of some Maximilien content. A few of them are older, and since I’m not sure if their blogs are taking requests, please be courteous and cautious when visiting/sending asks. Make sure you heed the warnings as well, as some of these might be darker than others. If you guys know of anymore on Tumblr or elsewhere, feel free to tack them on or let me know and I’ll update!

Maximilien x Reader Fic by @watch-your-grammer

The Arms Merchant of Venice, Part 1 by @shambali-sinner (There's a Part 2 as well!)

Yandere Maximilien Headcanons by @yandere-mccree (They have a couple of drabbles on their blog as well so make sure you check out their Maximilien tag!)

Maximilien Headcanons by @weabooweedwitch

Relationship headcanons by @overwatch-reader-imagines

A Maximilien x Reader ficlet and Sugar!Daddy Headcanons by the thot typing this because I have no shame.

#writers if you want to be untagged let me know and I will asap! #maximilien overwatch #maximilien x reader #Reccomendations #others writing #fic recs #headcanon recs #heed the warnings on a few of these guys #just to be safe

[strikecommanding]

ʰᶦ ᶦ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶠᶦⁿᶦˢʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᶠᶦⁿᵃˡˢ ʷᵉᵉᵏ

i know it’s been quiet here but i just want to give a small update!! i do have some comms lined up that i’m hoping to give my full attention to once my finals are over (brig, mccree, and genji pieces in that order!) so i don’t want anyone to think they’ve heard the last from me!! also, it isn’t a comm but i’ve got an idea brewing about genji and maximilien fucking the reader so if you fuck with robots stay tuned

after that, i’m not sure if i’ll be opening requests up like i used to. i still like receiving hcs from you guys but i guess the phrase “open to suggestions” was kind of vague bc i was still receiving messages that were pretty blatantly requests lol. not that i dislike doing them! it’s just that it’s hard to fill them at the same speed i used to but i don’t want to burn out from writing, so i might try to focus more on stuff i want to write and hopefully you guys will enjoy reading those things too!

also regretfully i watched endgame and,,,,, i think i found my next white boy of the month in steve rogers so,,,,,,, if anyone knows of any REALLY good steve/reader (dark/yandere or otherwise) please hmu 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

#text #i hate myself i'm literally so fucking predictable #i ignored all the chris evans thirst back in 2014 or so only for it to come around five years later and hit me HARD

[whatzaoverwatch]

OVERWATCH MASTERLIST: Others

List dedicated to Non heroes

See Also: Male, Female, Multiple Part 1, Part 2

- S/O who can make multiple limbs (Maximilien) Here

- Yandere!Volskaya Here

- Finding out S/O can turn into a cat (Volskaya) Here

- Sugar Daddy Maximilien NSFW Here

- Maximilien Jealousy NSFW Here

- Indebt (MaximilenxReader) NSFW Here

#overwatch masterlist #masterlist

[yandere-genji]

pls mind that all characters/prompts are yandere x reader

#yandere overwatch #yandere x reader #kiriko x reader #gabriel reyes x reader #reaper x reader #ramattra x reader #maximilien x reader #hanzo x reader #cassidy x reader #mercy x reader #moira x reader

[whatsurimagine]

Hello! I want like to try opening up for drabble requests. Slight NSFW allowed. Think PG-13, non-descriptive. You know those scenes that get a little steamy in the movies and then the camera pulls away? That stuff is okay. Sorry, I am not comfortable writing full-blown smut. 

I’ll also write: 

angst 

action 

fluff

aftercare

romance

poly 

monster or supernatural versions of characters 

Rules: No yandere, noncon, abuse, incest. No super specific requests either, I want to try and keep the readers as general as possible. 

Characters I won’t write for: 

Junkrat 

Roadhog 

Orisa 

Baston 

Winston 

Torb

Sorry, I’m picky. 

Nonplayable characters who are okay to request for: 

Sojiro Shimada

Maximilien 

Balderich

Gérard Lacroix and Emily ONLY if involved in a consensual poly relationship with either Tracer or Widowmaker.  

(Examples of nonplayable characters I won’t write for: Mondatta, The Queen of Junkertown, Katya, Efi, esc.)

Have patience, I won’t tolerate anyone who comes to me being demanding or entitled. 

#hanzo shimada x reader #genji shimada x reader #overwatch imagines #gabriel reyes x reader #jesse mccree x reader #rules #jack morrison x reader #reaper x reader

[overstalking]

How about Max finds a pretty young thing at a casino who is in some deep debt and desperate for help?

Maximilien: 

Spending his days at the casino was a way for Maximilien to study humans and their extreme reactions to things that were incredibly trivial. Of course, he knew the importance of money and how it forever affected their lives but he had so damn much of it that he couldn’t come close to imagining how much it hurt people to lose thousands of dollars to the house. To him, it was pocket change; a fact that often times made him laugh as he watched people plead with the dealers to give them one last chance to win something back. 

Right now was one of those times but rather than laughter, he was filled with interest because of the person who was on the verge of tears; regretting ever stepping foot into the casino. All you had wanted to do was play a few rounds of poker to see if you were any good at it but you had let your competitive nature get the better of you and pushed on when your gut told you it was time to walk away from the table. The cards practically flying around you and the thrill of nearly winning kept you glued to your seat and resulted in you losing everything you had one you; which had been over five thousand dollars. It was more money than you had to your name and now there was no way of weaseling out of this and no way for you to pay. It seemed as if they were determined to get it out of you somehow.

 There were courtrooms in your future. Maybe even worse.

At least, that was what you’d been sure of as you curled your hands into fists; trying to keep yourself from actually crying in front of the employees. You jumped when you felt a firm hand rest on your shoulder, the squeeze moments later would have been comforting if you’d known the person who was doing it. When you looked you saw a smartly dressed Omnic whom you’d never spoken to before but you had definitely seen him around the casino, watching the players. It hadn’t occurred to you that he might be watching anyone in particular, that he might be watching you. Never in your life would you imagine that he had been pushing the people you were playing with, sliding them the cards they needed to take more of your money from you. The closeness bothered you and stopped you from pleading with the owner so you furrowed your brows at him before trying to duck out of his grasp. But his hand was gripping your shoulder just a tad too tight to slip away. Of course, you stopped thinking about moving when he spoke. 

“Now, now, I don’t like seeing such a lovely thing in such a state of distress. Why don’t you let me take care of whatever she owes,” he hummed out, the man you’d been speaking to looked confused but didn’t question where the sudden generosity had come from. You were more confused than anybody else, wondering why in the hell someone like he would suddenly be happy to help out a stranger who had nothing to offer in return. It was only when the man who’d been asking for how you’d pay left that you turned around to look up at the Omnic. 

Your hands went down to fidget with the bottom of your shirt, swallowing hard as you summoned the courage needed to ask, “Sorry if it’s rude to ask… But, um, why would you do that, Mister..? You don’t even know me.” It unnerved you that you wouldn’t be able to see his reaction just because of his face, the cold metal showed no signs of emotion and you didn’t know if he had taken offense to having his kindness questioned. It didn’t seem so since he let out a laugh, reaching up to flick some of your hair away from your face before folding both arms behind his back. 

“Maximilien. What is the point of wealth if not to share it with others. I could not stand seeing you so upset so I fixed it. No need for thanks, mon chaton.”

With that comment, your cheeks heated and you blurted out, “Oh god, I didn’t even say thank you! Shit, sorry. Thank you so much, I don’t know how I’ll ever make it up to you.” It didn’t sit right with you knowing that you owed this man for keeping you out of complete bankruptcy, and possible jail time. Most people would see this as strange as well, wouldn’t they? You wanted to make sure he wasn’t expecting anything from you before you left the damn place, better you know before he looks you up to repay your debt to him. 

“Language, cher. I won’t ask for much, just for you to come out with me some time. I small thing to ask, no?” he sounded like he was joking a little, hoping that you would say while being accepting if you denied him. But there was no way you could say no to him after he had cleared you of thousands of dollars, it would make you the shittiest person. And he couldn’t be awful if he seemed to just help out anyone who looked like they were having a hard time, people like that were kind and were probably fun to hang out with. 

“Sure, sounds like fun.”

#overwatch maximilien #yandere overwatch

[yandere-genji]

The Masterlist

REQUESTS OPEN

yandere quote prompt list

rules/info

Overwatch Boys

Reaper/Gabriel Reyes:

Professor!Reyes

College Bully!Reyes pt1 pt2 pt3

Commander Reyes fluffy smut with captive s/o

Commander Reyes with easily startled s/o

Reaper with a degradation kink

Quote prompt: “God, you have no idea how amazing you are, do you?”

Yandere Commander Reyes Headcanons

Yandere Reaper Headcanons

Commander Reyes quote prompt: “You think I’m jealous? Trust me, buttercup, you haven’t even seen jealousy.”

Commander Reyes quote prompt: “This world doesn’t deserve an angel like you.”

Soldier: 76/Jack Morrison:

• Yandere Soldier Headcanons • Texts from Soldier

• Shy darling with a stutter pt1 pt2 • Breaking in a housewife darling

• Quote prompt: “Cry for me, baby.”

• “So…do you want your underwear back?”

• “I know it hurts, honey, but that’s what happens when you don’t do what I say.”

• “If you don’t kiss me, I’ll slit your fucking throat.” • “I know when someone’s in my room, my things are missing.”

Cole Cassidy:

• Yandere Cassidy Headcanons • Texts from Cassidy • Love letter from Cassidy • Lifeguard!Cassidy Headcanons • Darling seeking attention from Cassidy • Incubus!Cassidy • Bully Blackwatch!Cassidy • Sugar Daddy!Cassidy • Protective Cassidy with short bf

• Cassidy’s darling confesses to him • Quote prompt: “So…do you want your underwear back?”

• “If you don’t take your clothes off, I’ll take them off for you.” • “If you just do what you’re fucking told then we wouldn’t have a problem, would we?” (fem!reader)

• “You’ve been so good lately, my pet. Don’t make me have to punish you…” pt1 pt2 • “You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that, baby.”

• “God, you have no idea how amazing you are, do you?” • “I’ll carve my name into your back if that’s what I have to do to let you know you’re mine.” Deadlock!Cassidy with male!reader • “I know when someone’s in my room, my things are missing.”

• Cassidy and Ashe with the same darling

• Yandere Deadlock Cassidy Headcanons

Genji Shimada:

• Yandere Genji Headcanons • Texts from Genji • Love letter • Some more headcanons • Genji and Hanzo competing for their darling • Genji simping for ace!reader • Genji’s darling doesn’t like to snuggle • Bathing darling with a shoulder injury • Quote prompt: “You’re so cute when you’re struggling.” • “You will do what I ask.” • “I saw you last night…you looked beautiful.” • “I can’t help it, i just want to see you, talk to you, always.” + “Instead of following me around, trying to be sneaky, why not just come talk to me?” fem!reader

Hanzo Shimada:

• Yandere Hanzo Headcanons • NSFW Headcanons • Texts from Hanzo • Warrior!Hanzo • Hanzo competing with Genji for his darling • Angst Hanzo • Bathing darling with shoulder injury • Some fluff • Clumsy/forgetful darling • Quote prompt: “It’s okay to love me. Please love me.” • “I want to tell you I love you until my throat bleeds.”

• Yandere Yakuza Hanzo Headcanons

Doomfist:

• Quote prompt: “You’ve been so good lately, my pet. Don’t make me have to punish you.”

Lucio:

• Yandere Lucio Headcanons • More headcanons • Quote prompt: “If you leave me, I’ll die!”

Ramattra:

• Yandere Ramattra Headcanons

Maximilien:

• Yandere Maximilien Headcanons • Quote prompt: “You don’t even know how lucky you are. I protect you and provide for you. Don’t act so ungrateful.” • “If you don’t take your clothes off, I’ll take them off for you.”

Overwatch Gals

Sombra:

• Quote prompt: “It’s kind of not normal to keep getting repeated texts and calls from strangers.”

D.Va/Hana Song:

• Yandere D.Va Headcanons

Kiriko:

• Yandere Kiriko Headcanons • Jealousy Headcanons

Moira:

• Yandere Moira Headcanons • Headcanons with fem!reader

Tracer:

• Quote prompt: “I just want to show you how much I love you…”

Ashe:

• Fluffy Ashe Headcanons

• Ashe and Cassidy with the same darling

Junkerqueen:

• Yandere Junkerqueen Headcanons

Poly/Multi-character

• OW Yanderes with darling who hates affection • OW Yanderes with a darling that has been broken too far • Zarya, Ana, and Genji with reckless darling • Soldier, Reaper, Genji, and Cassidy with an inexperienced darling • Cassidy, Reinhardt, and Junkrat with an introverted darling • Cassidy, Reinhardt, and Soldier finding their male!darling smoking pot • Reaper76, Cassidy/Hanzo, and Hanzo with a bored captive darling • Hanzo/Cassidy quote prompt: “I’ll do whatever it takes if it means we’ll be together forever, my sweet.” and “You will do what I ask.”

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