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The Clown

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

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

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

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

The Shape

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

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

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

The Mastermind

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

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

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

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

The Artist

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

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

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

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

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

The Death Slinger

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

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

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

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

The Doctor

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

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

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

Medic 🕊

If you managed to escape Medic, you'd need to plan for months and calculate every variable, as you likely only had one shot to try and escape while his guard was down. Knowing if he caught you, there's no way you'd make it this far again. Ignoring how hard it was to hide your plans from Medic for this long, you needed your coordinates and timing nothing less than perfect and a little luck on your side.

When Medic discovers you'd attempted to run away, like any yandere, he's obviously furious upon realizing this but not in a purely rage-driven sense. Instead, the Medic would feel something much closer to mania, not only enraged but undeniably excited at the idea of hunting you down.

He never thought he'd have the privilege of something like this. He thought he had you so precisely under his control. He can't help but feel quite the thrill here! He's not only ready to rise to the challenge but is convinced he will win.

His first order of business would be to find out if you escaped on your own or if you were helped by someone else behind his back. After that, it would be easy for him to thoroughly search your room to find any scrap of evidence another person might've left behind. 

You'd done well to hide your escape plans, he'd give you that, but now that you were gone, there was no way to conceal any clues left behind. If you were to get help from another for the escape attempt, odds were it'd be another doctor the both of you worked with. Someone who knows Medic enough to know his basic schedule, when to try and help you break out, as well as being one who already felt distrustful or uncomfortable around Medic and could be swayed into helping you escape him. 

The Medic wouldn't hesitate to use force and physical interrogation to get information out of this person. He will find you through any means necessary and won't hesitate to kill the doctor after he gets his information. Medic would kill anyone who stood between the two of you, and he does so with great pleasure in this particular instance.

If you were working alone, Medic could estimate where you went based on what you took with you, approximating how fast you could move on your own and knowing you well enough personally to guess where you'd likely turn to first.

Medic is a scary mix of a delusional and lucid yandere, able to switch between the two seemingly randomly, making it very difficult to plan against him. On the other hand, he's hyper-vigilant when around you and thus can predict your next moves with eerie precision. It was only a matter of time before he caught up with you. The outcome you saw as the worst possible, he saw as inevitable.

When he does find you, he'd definitely play up his more delusional side. He'd cover you in kisses, telling you how scared he was, asking how long you were "lost" for, and acting as though he had no idea you were plotting against him like this. It was all part of his act to get you home as fast as possible before letting you have it once he got you safely back in his custody.

"I always told you I'd go to the ends of the Earth for you. Of course, I'd find you. Now let's get you home."

At the moment of interception, your only option is to play along. No way you could challenge him physically, and if he really did think you were just lost, maybe he wouldn't be so mad? It was devastating to have your hopes of escaping dashed so soon, but you were smart enough to know it was in your best interest to cut your losses and return home with him without a fight.

Maybe he'd even keep this "delusional" act going after the two of you returned home. Cooing how much he missed you, kissing you all over, and doting on you as if you'd been gone months rather than a few days tops. If you thought you were so clever, acting so brash and cruel while his back was turned, he felt it was only fair to give you a taste of your own medicine.

Medic never had much luck with traditional medical methodology and was quite excited to try something more "experimental" and "alternative" to train you to behave and eliminate any remaining shreds of resilience. Specifically, electroconvulsive therapy.

When you awoke the following day, you knew Medic was ready to enact his revenge. You were bound to an examination table, thick leather cuffs wrapping around your knees, ankles, arms, wrist, torso, and neck. You were forced to feel the cold, dense, restrictive leather of nearly all the cuffs as you'd been stripped down to a scant hospital gown with nothing underneath. It was a while before you even registered the foreign-looking device connected to your head with more leather straps and wires and an odd mouth-guard thing you couldn't manage to spit out, no matter how hard you tried. 

Medic entered not long after, greeting you chipper as ever, wasting no time explaining his latest theory and hypothesis.

"You probably think I'm mad at you. Quite the opposite, however. I'm worried. Acting irrationally, reckless self-endangerment, incongruity with reality- I fear that you'll do something truly regrettable if I don't do something soon. I may not know how to take away your pain, but I can train you. I can teach you to not act out so well, thoughtlessly."

The Medic would stroke the side of your head with his fingers so softly, with such love, all while looking down at you with pure malice. He knew this would hurt, and he knew this likely wouldn't "fix" you, but he wanted to let you know what happened to disobedient little patients who try to run away. He wanted to show you what happened when you tried to resist his treatments. Medic knew this would instill a necessary fear within you, enough to realistically prevent you from ever trying to escape again.

You were kept under lock and key for the next few days in the Medic's examination room, as you weren't of sound mind to be trusted anywhere else. And you would remain here until the Medic determined your "condition" improved.

While you were in his captivity, he'd use your fear of electroconvulsive therapy to enact other less painful yet completely invasive treatments. He had much fun playing doctor with you while you were in this state. Though he also began visiting you late into the night with sedative pills and concoctions, he'd composed to lull you into a more susceptible state of mind. Taking advantage of your body, knowing you were powerless to stop him like this.

He'd also slip you hallucinogenic drugs to intensify your fear and paranoia, especially when left alone. Finally, he'd use this moment to enact every fucked up sadistic power fantasy he'd dreamed of before now on you. Watching with utmost joy as any format resilience you might've clung to is mitigated beyond repair.

He wouldn't enact a complete mind break. However, he might not want you to ever try and escape again, but he wants you to be fully aware of what he's doing as he abuses you and turns your own body against you while you can do nothing about it.

Medic absolutely gets off on the sight of you all tied up and helpless. It's so seductive watching you trying to break free and escape. He could watch you like this for hours, even when he's not touching you. It's all the more alluring given how much dignity he's taken from you, forcing you into one of his thin, easily rippable hospital gowns with nothing more to hide yourself with from him.

He could keep you hooked up and hidden here forever, but he won't give in to the temptation. He must let you out if he wants you to maintain a fraction of your fighting spirit and cognizance. Ironically giving you a bit of time alone to heal up and recover until the next time he wants to play doctor with you.

Engineer 🦦

Unlike Medic, who, despite his ire, would also be amused by the situation, Engie is beyond pissed. He was so pissed it would take a decent amount of time before he could calm down enough to figure out how he would find you. A situation like this would be an absolute nightmare for someone like Engie, who is prone to jealousy and insecurity. This would really bring out his worst, and he instantly takes this personally, not only on account of trying to run away but by triggering his insecurities.

In a situation where you could be in danger, Engie would typically be concerned for your safety, as a very protective yandere, but not when he's so distracted by the betrayal. All he cares about now is getting you home as fast as possible through any means necessary.

Despite it all, Engie can't help but feel a little impressed you'd managed to escape in the first place. He spared no precaution fortifying the area he kept you while he was away, and objectively speaking, Engie would be one of, if not the hardest yandere to escape from. Clearly, you'd been planning this for some time now. There was no way you were lucky enough to, by chance, evade his traps.

Unlike Medic, who would investigate where you were before you managed to escape, Engie would use his excellent public reputation to his advantage. He's well-liked by just about everyone, and if he were to round the town asking other people if they'd seen his "special friend," no one would suspect a thing. As far as they know, he's just a nice guy, the type to look out for everyone, and if he was so worried about you, clearly you needed to be found as soon as possible. 

Sure, you could do your best to move quickly and hide from Engie the best you could, but no one can hide for long when the better part of an entire town is working together to try to find you and bring you home.

Engie wouldn't need to ask others to help him find you. He's just so likable and dependable. Who wouldn't want to help someone like that in need? They were blissfully unaware of his darker "inner-self," and because of this, working as fast as possible to reunite the two of you. Even if you managed to make it far enough to reach the outskirts of town, it wouldn't be long until the others caught up with you. Trying to run further now would only spell more trouble, so you're forced to surrender without much of a fight.

At best, you might've begged the first few people who managed to track you down not to bring you home to Engie to no avail as they decided to follow their loyalties to their dear friend rather than to pay attention to the visible fear which consumed you. But, unfortunately, this begging did nothing to stop the well-intentioned yet painfully unaware men from bringing you back to the Engineer. You could plea them not to try to convince them Engie was hurting you, but no one would believe you, and it was only a matter of time until you found yourself right back in his arms.

When the two of you are brought together again, he embraces you affectionately. Thanking everyone for their help, no doubt putting on a charming show of two lovers together again, only reinforcing the notion he really did love you with all his heart.

He can't fool you, however. And even as he holds you close, pouring his heart out about how much he loves you and misses you, begging you never to scare him like that again, you know he's doing this for the crowd. And you're all too aware of the hostile look in his eye as he regards you, almost daring you to try and fight back now, like any of them would believe you over him. Like he was challenging you to ever try and run away again, as though you'd make it any further this time.

Initially, you're convinced he'll drag you back to the house so he can get right to enacting your punishment. To your surprise, however, he instead invites the guys back to his place, saying he owed everyone a beer after that and how they ought to spend the night celebrating after such a miserable day. Of course, Engie knows if he chooses instead to keep the others around a bit longer, not only is he reinforcing his "good guy" image, But you'll be more on edge having no idea when he'll punish you for what you'd done. (The beer being another pleasant upside, naturally.)

It was a rough evening for you, Engie's arms around you all night while you were constantly on edge, practically flinching at his every move. The anticipation was hardly comparable when you eventually discovered what he had planned to punish you.

While you didn't manage to make it very far, nor were you gone for too long, Engie began planning how he would get his revenge against you. To show you how backstabbers were taken care of down where he was from, from the moment he realized you managed to escape. Though it didn't take him long to decide what he wanted, he was excited all the same.

While Engie might've come from a long line of Engineers, he still grew up in a relatively Rural area and had many neighbors and family members who worked as farm hands and livestock keepers. So he reckoned he outta followed their example and used their techniques to handle runaways. After all, it would be easy for him to get his hands on the machinery or, better yet, construct it himself from scratch.

He considered if he were better off branding you from the start, but it hardly mattered now. When you awoke the next day stripped bare, gagged, limbs bound together and chained to the floor, only slightly able to witness the strange device heating up in the corner of the room, you knew at that moment you were more scared than you'd ever been in your entire life.

You weren't even aware Engie was watching you until you heard a low chuckle you instantly identified as his. It chilled you to think about how long he'd been looming overhead watching until you fully came to your senses.

"You were really bold trying to escape like that. Now Let's see if you can be so bold in taking your punishment."

It was a nightmare come to life, not only to be back under his control but while being naked and helpless to stop whatever he had planned for you. All you could do was watch with wide, horrified eyes as he brandished what you realized, much to your dismay, a brander. His eyes were entirely fixated on the flesh of your outer upper thigh. 

He gave you no mercy as he drew closer before pressing the miserable device down on your skin with firm, unshaken hands. You wailed out in pain below, the gag doing practically nothing to mask your agony. It was torture, but Engie merely watched you, unblinking and apathetic to your pain.

He'd keep you like for at least another 12 hours. He'd be sure to dress your wounds as needed, but you were still forced to remain naked without anything to protect your modesty, and he loved it. Engie was free to do as he pleased to you while you were like this, to photograph, tease, spit on, whatever he wanted you were forced to endure.

He'd wait until you were fully asleep to free you, making sure not to agitate your still-healing wounds as he returned you to the bedroom, where you were finally granted some soft cotton pajamas to cover up with. Though you knew from that moment on you'd never feel properly covered again, now that he'd seen you in such a defiled state.

It'd be a long time before you were allowed out of the bedroom. Though Engie might consider bringing other guys around more often, he loved to see you so well-behaved in front of others, never daring to break the illusion of your idyllic romance ever again.

Additional spicy headcanons pertaining to both of them 🕊🦦

Medic and Engie are possessive and would keep you in a collar from now on. A very low-key way of reminding you of your place in the relationship and what happens when you try to make it out on your own. Additionally, they use this to make you feel more like their personal property than their lover.

Would get off on the idea of training you to bow or kneel before them. It's not enough for them to hear you say who you belong to. They need to see it as well. (You always did look so lovely down on your knees anyhow.)

Especially in the first few days following your capture, they would use your increased fear and loss of morale against you, knowing you're all the easier to coerce into pleasing them sexually. As though this kind of appeasement would actually convince either of the men to go easy on you. The pleasure is all the more satisfying as you can barely conceal your fear.

Would start recording you during times like this. Getting ample footage of you in compromising positions and lewd audio recordings without your knowledge or consent. Knowing they could use the footage as blackmail against you in the future as just another tidbit of leverage to hold over you if you try to escape again. Letting you know you have no chance of making a new life for yourself, a life away from them ever again.

"You said you needed to see me?"

"Ah, there you are. I've been wondering when you'd show up!"

You smiled, shaking your soon-to-be-ex Mentor's hand in yours, politely making a noise in affirmation as you let him crush your hand in an all-too-familiar grip. While you'd long since tired of the feeling of his larger hands crushing your own, you quickly quelled the frustrations reminding yourself this wouldn't last much longer. 

"This won't take long at all, I assure you! Shall we? Let me lead the way."

Without waiting for an answer, you watched Medic spryly turn on his heel, holding the door open for you, extending his hand, waiting for you to take it. You felt a bit irked at how he treated you, as though you didn't know your way around your own place of work. Like you were a child needing to be guided around by hand, lest you wander off and get yourself lost. 

"Medic, wherever it is you're taking me, I'm quite sure I don't need you to lead me-"

"Ah, ah~ not quite! Don't think you've seen all of the medbay quite yet!"

You forced yourself not to let him catch you rolling your eyes at his patronizing voice. Nevertheless, you just wanted to get this over with. You had an uneasy feeling in your gut and weren't sure exactly what he had in mind, but you had a feeling pressing him for details would merely stall the inevitable. Swallowing your pride, you averted your gaze to the floor, pretending you didn't see his waiting hand, trying your best to conceal your embarrassment. 

"So, uh, I don't think you told me what exactly you wanted to see me for. Um, the note you gave me, I mean. I think you just said you needed to talk to me before lunch break?"

"Right! Well, I was so heartbroken when I heard my little assistant was stepping down as my right hand. But I knew there was one last thing you had to see before leaving!"

"Since when was I your right hand?" You wondered silently, but you didn't dare vocalize this. Medic always had the oddest attachment to you, to say the least. Since you started your apprenticeship with him, Medic was far more attached to you than you found comfortable. He was always watching you work over your shoulder, always stood much too close, insisted you watch and follow his instructions to a T, patronizing you like a child. You'd finally hit your breaking point. Forcing a smile and polite chuckle, you spoke,

"Ahaha, Well, I'm quite honored- But I do hope I'm not keeping you too long. I'd hate to hold you up."

"Nonsense, for you, my dear, I've all the time in the world!"

His voice, as chipper as ever, didn't answer your question, and you couldn't help but feel suspicious of whatever it was he had in store for you, though again, you thought better than to question his logic. Though appearing so insignificant in the moment, this kind of behavior of his never failed to vex you and was indicative of the primary reason for your decision to leave. While you hadn't necessarily told Medic you planned to depart from the medbay altogether, merely telling him you were filing for another position. You knew better than to tell him you wanted to leave entirely, and quite honestly, it wasn't like you owed him an explanation anyhow. You put in your two weeks' notice, which was all your boss was entitled to know.

For a long time, Medic was practically on his knees, begging you to stay. Constantly drilling you, wanting to know precisely why you were leaving, where you were going, how he could reach you from there, etc. For the most part, you were proud of yourself for keeping him at bay. The Medic was known for his inquisitive nature and how easily he could use his words to get into other people's heads and charm others into giving him information. You were sure to provide him with some non-specific answer for each question he asked, or something contradictory, bluffing ignorance whenever he would call you out on said contradictions. Though for the past few days, Medic was notably more mellow, less prodding, and far too quiet for you to trust. You were suspicious for sure and weren't thrilled to be walking around with the guy all alone deep in the labyrinth of back rooms and forgotten passageways where no one could hear you. 

"You're killing me with suspense, Doctor. Where are you taking me?"

"You'll see soon. It won't be much farther. Trust me, it'll be well worth your wait!" 

"Sounds like somebody's lost."

"Why so nervous? Don't tell me you're scared of the dark? I'll let you a hand if it makes you feel better!"

Without waiting for your permission, Medic snatched your hand with his bigger hand with the speed and decisiveness of a striking snake. "Does he think I'm five or something?" You wondered, though not entirely wanting to pull your hand away. 

As scared as you were of Medic, the eeriness of the empty, dimly illuminated halls frightened you, and even you had to admit, he knew the medbay far better than you. The only thing you could hear now was your footfalls, the flickering lights, and Medic's soft humming as he pulled you behind him with anxious, excited steps.

"This had better be worth it, or you owe me."

He didn't say anything but snickered a little to himself. For a while, you didn't say anything. What was there to say? You always hated this part of your Mentor. The way he would talk so smoothly, sidestep your questions, and exude such confidence, you found it so hard to say no to him as if he would take no for an answer anyhow. But what you hated most of all was how easily he flustered you when he wanted to. It was so shameful, knowing how effortlessly he could have you wrapped around his finger. For goodness sake, you were a grown woman, and he had you following him around like a little pet!

You were about to protest when Medic stopped walking abruptly, causing you to stumble dumbly behind him, nearly toppling over, given how sharply he halted.

"Ah, here we are, not that long at all, just like I promised!"

Medic released your hand to ruffle your hair and scratch behind your ears like you were addressing a lapdog. You forced yourself not to look him in the eye and instead look at the doorway he brought you to, pretending his behavior didn't affect you. Ducking your head away from his reach, you stepped around him to open the door, realizing a beat too slowly it was locked.

"Need a little help there?"

It was impossible to ignore the playful smile stretched wide across his face as he very deliberately waited for you to be good and ask nicely for him to open the door for you.

"I suppose. Care to do the honors, Herr Doktor?"

Without another word, Medic pulled a little silver key from his coat's pocket, unlatching the door smoothly before pushing the creaky door open.

"After you, my dear."

You nodded politely and stepped inside, flipping the light on, having to wait a few long seconds before hearing the ancient lights flicker on with a low buzz. The room smelled of stale air, somehow smelt less decrepit than the halls you'd walked leading the way, and was far more expansive on the inside than you expected. It was furnished similarly to many of the other examination rooms in the medbay, though with one massive difference. Like the other rooms, the walls were painted off-white, and there was a long gray-painted metal cabinet, a chest of drawers, and a wall-mounted storage compartment. In addition, there were a few well-worn wooden chairs as well as a long, lightly padded examination table covered with a thin white sheet with a little pillow headrest.

What was so different about this room was the examination table in question. Unlike the hundreds of thin, standard-sized examination tables, this one appeared twice as wide as the ones you were familiar with and much longer. The table had easily twice, if not nearly three times, the surface area as average, though you stopped dead resizing one crucial detail you'd somehow overlooked until now. On the far sides of the examination table, on either side of the headrest, you saw a pair of adjustable metal clamps, obviously meant to keep one's arms locked in one spot and, by extension, to keep a body from getting away.

"Medic, what in the world is this-"

You trailed off as though you were too scared to hear the answer to that question. 

"It's a parting gift, of course! I'll miss you, everyone will miss you, but there's just one last thing I wanted to show you before you're gone!"

"Medic, don't be silly. I'm not leaving for good- I'll still see you. I really don't know how I feel about this. Let's just head back-"

His grin tightened. You could've sworn you saw his teeth gritting tighter for a moment before he responded,

"Don't be afraid. I've done this hundreds of times before. It's just a little procedure I learned decades ago- great for relieving tension, stress, and anxiety- just give it a shot! You've been so tense lately, so scared about leaving your position and finding someone new to study under."

"I'm not scared, alright! I'm a grown woman. Will you stop talking to me like I'm a child! Christ, you know this is why I can't stay here- you know that! I can't stand the way you patronize me. You don't treat anyone else like this. Why do you have to pick on me all the time!?"

Medic's smile dropped for the first time, and he appeared genuinely surprised by what you were saying, despite how emotional you were clearly acting. Feeling brazen, you stood your ground.

"Medic, I'm sick to death of you! The last day I spend with you will be the happiest of my life, and that is a promise! This new mentorship can't start soon enough!"

A few moments of painful silence passed before he responded softly.

"I understand how you feel, but can't you see that's why I brought you here?"

Now it was your turn to be surprised.

"I'm sorry, what?"

Your brows furrowed as you couldn't imagine what he meant by this. Medic walked over to the table sitting and motioned for you to sit beside him. You did so, though you made sure to sit at a comfortable distance. He sighed and pushed forward, and despite everything, you didn't move away. The Medic looked at you with soft, sympathetic eyes, the likes of which you'd never seen from him before.

"Listen, what I was about to show you is an age-old tradition around here. Sort of, something everyone is supposed to know by the time they've worked around here as long as you have, well actually not nearly as long as you have, but- It's just something of an unspoken custom. I never brought you down here before because I knew you were so shy. I never wanted to frighten you."

You wanted to protest, but you weren't in any position to contradict him, and maybe he did have a point here. While Medic knew you were skittish around others, he only acted overly familiar when the two of you were alone, and maybe he was like that with everyone. On the other hand, perhaps he didn't want to embarrass you around others, and he was holding back all along? It was possible, and you continued to hear him out, not protesting when he slung an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his chest.

"This won't hurt at all. Just trust me, and you'll feel so much better… Won't you give me just one chance? After all, what kind of Mentor would I be if I let you go without teaching you something as important as this?"

He appeared to be asking for your permission for the first time ever, and you couldn't help being caught off guard by the unforeseen sincerity. Biting your lower lip nervously, suddenly feeling the pressure of being put on the spot.

"How long is this supposed to take? And you, can you promise me this isn't going to hurt? Can you promise me you're not gonna hurt me? I know you said you're trying to help, but I… I don't know how I feel about this."

He leaned his head against yours, connecting his forehead to yours, rather overly affectionate yet still reassuring.

"You have my word. From the bottom of my heart, I mean you no harm."

He pulled away, continuing in a cheery tone.

"How about we start slow? We'll start with ten minutes, and we can go from there, sound good to you?"

You tried to think of an objection, any reasonable doubt to prevent the inevitable, but unfortunately, your mind went blank. Medic sensed you were still timid but weren't so hesitant.

"Let me help you out of your coat. Just lay back. Let me take care of the rest."

While you knew you ought to have protested, the feeling of his strong hands resting gently on your shoulders as he pulled your long lab coat down your shoulders caused you to flush slightly, feeling momentarily self-conscious about how close you two were. If you were honest, feeling his hands lightly gliding down your arms and shoulders gave you butterflies, and you found yourself timidly looking down at your feet as he pulled away to rest your coat on the back of one of the chairs. 

"This may feel odd at first, but I'm sure you assumed as much. Now lie down, rest your head on the pillow, and try to get comfortable."

Nodding, you watched him draw nearer, Gently pushing you back until your head hit the pillow.

"Hand, please."

Obeying his instruction, you watched with genuine curiosity as the Doctor gently extended your arm to your side before securing it in place with the metal clasp. It felt cold but not nearly as painful as you thought it would. He prodded at the little device a bit longer until seeming satisfied, crossing behind you to do the same to your other arm. It felt incredibly vulnerable to be in such a vulnerable position, and now that you were locked into place, you could feel your nerves slowly rushing back into pace. Finally, after locking both your arms down, rendering you almost immobile, he stood at the foot of the table, grinning you cheerily, clearly quite satisfied with his work.

"Ah! Before I forget, can't have anyone walking in, wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea here, now would we?"

He winked playfully as you swallowed nervously in return, you supposed he was right, but you hardly found that comforting. Finally, he walked to the door, locking it before tucking the key back into his pocket.

"There is just one other thing I didn't mention earlier-"

"Medic!"

He chuckled at your panic,

"Now, there's no need to raise your voice with me. It's all part of the process."

You were about to ask what he meant by this when you got your answer in the form of Medic pulling a little black silk scarf, instantly your mind running to whatever bizarre intention he had in mind for the thin scrap of fabric.

"Don't tell me that's a blindfold!? You can't be serious!"

He pouted mockingly.

"You don't trust me?"

You had to practically bite your tongue to keep from screaming, "No!" For a beat, you hesitated, wondering if there was any chance this was just a sick prank, just your old boss pulling your leg before respectfully sending you on your way. But really, now, who were you kidding? 

Your skin felt too hot and clammy, and the padded medical bench felt shiver-inducing. Despite the sheet, the sensation amplified the longer you looked at the maniac blocking the exit.

"Medic, I really don't think-"

"If it's pain you're worried about, I've done this to plenty of patients before you, little one. Not once have I left a patient unsatisfied!"

Again you felt irritation rising at how he addressed you as though you were just a patient and not respecting you as his colleague.

"I'm not your patient, Medic! I'm not even your coworker anymore. I just- please, Medic. Let's just end this civilly."

Despite how tough you tried to look on the outside, you couldn't hold back from trembling as you watched the maniac slowly drawing closer as he mindlessly twisted the silky fabric around his fingers. His hungry eyes, not one moving from your body, drinking in the way he could practically see your heart hammering in your chest from across the room as you could only look up at him with impotence. You couldn't stop yourself from crying, hardly even realizing how weak he surely thought you looked until you felt the hot tears rolling down your cheeks. Medic appeared hypnotized by the sight of your body and face contorted with fear, begging for mercy laid out like a banquet before him.

"Litte one, don't tell me you think you're in any position to stop me now?"

"Please- I don't want this! Whatever it is you're planning, I don't want to go through with this!"

You shrieked in pain and surprise when you felt him pull your head up off the pillow by your hair, forcing the silk around your head with one hand and using the other to keep your head up. When he released your head to finish tying the knot and secure the fabric around your head, you were too disoriented to try and fight back. He effortlessly secured the blindfold, sliding the knot into place behind your head, smearing your own tears across your face as he did so.

"It's a shame I won't be able to look you in the eyes, but this is for your own good."

"My own good!? What is that supposed to mean?"

He hummed lowly, his hand petting your hair as though this would soothe the pain he'd inflicted with that same hand seconds ago.

"You see, little one when one of your senses is hindered, in this case, sight, your other senses heightened dramatically. So, while you may not be able to see what I'm doing, it will only strengthen your sense of touch. And, yes, for your sake and sense of pleasure, I assure you this will most certainly be for your benefit."

To further illustrate his point, his hand drifted from the top of your head to wander down the side of your face. Until his fingernails beneath his gloves gently grazed the thin skin of your neck. You inhaled sharply through clenched teeth at the feeling, causing Medic to hum in approval. While you shed your lab coat, you were still in the modest med staff uniform you wore every day at work, a collared white button-up shirt tucked neatly into a pair of straight-legged high-waisted black trousers, leaving practically no bare skin exposed. Despite this, you felt far too exposed and whined at the odd tickling sensation of Medic's thick fingers scraping along your neck.

"E-Enough! Please make it stop! I don't wanna be here anymore- not alone- not with you!"

His playful humming stopped, and his fingers became stationary on your throat, Medic's voice slow- eerily deliberate, choosing his words very, very carefully.

Aftercare, what are they like after sex?

Even as a yandere, the Engineer can be a softy, well above average regarding aftercare. Even if he were a bit crueler or harsher with you during intimacy, he wouldn't dream of kicking you out of bed to sleep on the floor or anything like that. Chances are, if he were a bit brutish during intimacy, he'd be all the softer in the aftercare. God did not give this man his beautiful, strong arms not to scoop you up in and keep your naked body nice and warm in the after-glow. Aftercare is his way of feeling like everything is alright, and he can pretend the two of you have a normal, non-obsessive relationship, nothing less than sacred to him.

Body part: what is their favorite body part and their partner's?

Engie is an ass man, full stop. His love for a great ass transcends the limits of sexual gratification into the realm of pure-hearted adoration. He loves nothing more than post-sex cuddles where he lays on his back with you resting against his chest. Your head resting contently over his heart, his hands on your ass, lightly caressing the flesh of your hips, rubbing little circles with his fingers.

Cum, anything to do with cum, basically.

Considering his cock is well proportioned with the rest of him, on the thicker side, nice and heavy his cum output is about similar. That said, the poor man is a touch out of practice and can be a little sloppy. He just can't help himself. He's not trying to fluster and leave you splattered with his seed. It was all an accident! Well, at least that's what he'd tell you.

Dirty secret: what is a hidden, dark fantasy of theirs?

He's not one to keep many secrets, but he does have a few fantasies about you he'll try to keep to himself. Not counting the fact he's kidnapped you and is holding you against your will as his secret lover, of course. Engie likes the idea of fucking you knightly until you're eventually knocked up with his child. The idea of breaking someone who was once so free and independent and turning them into his obedient and attentive wife and mother to his children gives him an intense sense of power.

Experience, do they know what they're doing? How much experience before now?

When he was a bit younger, he definitely got around. He may be a small-town boy, but he was still popular with the ladies. That "southern gentlemanly charm" doesn't come to one overnight, and he was fortunate to practice this charm with many lovely, quite willing bachelorettes. He may be a bit rustier, given he hardly has the time for romance or pleasure, though Engie is wise and eager to please all the same. But, now that he has you, someone he truly loves with all his heart, someone who makes him burn like never before, Engie feels more invigorated sexually than he's felt in a long, long time.

Favorite position goes without saying.

(Cowgirl, lol nah- too easy) Engie's probably rather old school when it comes to things like this and is likelier to opt for missionary style at the best of times. He likes to see your pretty face all flushed and sweaty as he pounds into your body from above. Especially the way he can feel your little hands gripping against his back, and he especially loves when you leave long scratches along the length of his back without even realizing it. He'd let you hop on top every now and then, though, at times like this, it's more to indulge you and satisfy your pleasure over his own.

Goofy, are they more serious in the moment, or how would they lighten the mood?

Well, he's made it this far- might as well have some fun with it! Even when he's acting more hostile or rough to keep you compliant and in line, he's not above a little dark humor. He'll do anything to provoke cute little emotional reactions from you, and it's at times like this when he's the biggest tease. Especially loves to flusher you in public, letting you know he's moments away from pulling you aside and getting dirty right then.

How well-groomed is their hair?

Gives no fucks. Engie's pretty hairy all over (well, almost all over) and wouldn't bother grooming unless you specifically asked him to. He also doesn't really care about your body hair situation. It's just not something he's ever worried much about. Might be slightly hesitant to shave body hair because he likes the "burly" feeling, but again, if it meant that much to you, he'd oblige.

Intimacy: how are they romantically speaking during the moment? 

While it was mentioned prior he's a softy even as a yandere, the difference between gentle and rough sex with Engie is like night and day. (This is expanded on in the kink section) If he's feeling gentle, he'd prefer to face you during sex and mutter out the occasional praise, calling you "his girl." Saying things like, "you're so beautiful like this'' or "God, you feel so good," as well as planting kisses along your neck and chest.

If it's rougher sex, he's a whole 'nother breed. His hands, once gentle, now bruisingly rough on you, soft, almost shy praises replaced with low moans and grunts, drowning out any noises of resistance or pain coming from your end. Not to mention the biting. Watch your fingers.

Jack off masturbation headcanon.

He's only for it if you aren't around, honestly. In his opinion, it's strictly utilitarian, and while it may relieve a little tension and help him focus and all, it's far less compelling to him than sex with you. Engie may be the type to not masturbate when he's alone, so he's more pent-up, and everything feels all the more intense with you.

Kink one or more of their kinks.

(Taking you home and introducing you to his parents and siblings, what a freak.)

Engie is the poster boy for not only having a primal kink but excelling at said kink. If you didn't know, a primal kink means one who gets off acting more animalistic during sex, especially the closer one is to climaxing. Imagine Engie not holding back his brute strength against you, scratching and biting your flesh, his breathing heavy, almost labored, occasionally broken by an animalistic grunt and moan of satisfaction. While this is one of his biggest kinks, it's unlikely you'll see this side of him when he's not in the mood for rough sex.

When in the mood to keep things light between you two, he's far more vanilla. Even in these moments, he gets a kick out of straddling your waist and pinning your arms. Getting you as helpless as possible under his groin while you're a sweaty, needy mess trying to grind against him for any friction or relief while he just looks down at you and smiles.

Likes the idea of you cockwarming him while he's alone in his workshop late at night after everyone's fallen asleep. If you couldn't tell Engie loves overstimulation and can't get enough of the feeling of your overheated, bleary-eyed face pleading with him to let you cum. All the while, he's humming to himself, happily working away, as though he's unaware of the way he throbs listening to your begging.

Location, where is their favorite place or places to do the do?

Before he decided he needed to kidnap you and keep you locked up under his control, Engie loved getting you flustered where other people could see the two of you. All the hotter if you were in another relationship with another at the time. Likes to mess with you by sliding a hand up your skirt or otherwise up against the bare flesh of your leg. Shamelessly squeezing your ass when greeting you with a bear hug, simply shrugging while smiling, saying, "Sorry, I'm a hugger." Knowing you wouldn't want to accuse someone like him, one with such a "nice guy" reputation, of something so skeezy. Making you sit on his lap, slithering his arms around you to keep you extra close whenever the two of you were working together. (So he can help supervise and make sure you're not making any mistakes, obviously.) All in good fun to him, but likely wouldn't actually fuck you anywhere but home. For Engie, it's all about the little power moves and the build-up, which makes the main event all the more satisfying.

Motivation, what turns them on or gets them going?

Most people know Engie as such an easy-going sweetheart. Almost no one would assume he'd be such a horndog, considering how well he keeps this side of him under wraps. But if you ever test him when you sit on his lap in public or give him one of those little surprise hugs from behind followed by a kiss on the cheek? It's all over for him. Loves when you dote on him so much, he's far from high-maintenance, but it's more about feeling cared for than anything else. He's gotten in trouble before for circumventing the Medbay because he wanted to feel you patching up his wounds instead of Medic. 

No, what is something they wouldn't do, and what are their turn-offs?

Even though he knows your relationship isn't precisely consensual and far from an equal partnership, he still sees himself as a "nice guy." So he wouldn't be into severe degradation or something that would make you insecure. In his twisted psyche, this would potentially cause you to question his love for you, and he can't allow that! And while, as a yandere, he might be one to use physical punishments to keep you in line, any kind of physical activity which could genuinely threaten your safety or leave you permanently affected is off the table. 

Oral, what is their preference in giving or receiving, and what is their skill level?

While he isn't the most experienced per-say, you had no idea until he told you. This man is addicted to the feeling of holding you down, the sense of totally undoing you with little more than the flick of his tongue. He likes to feel your hands on his head, but he's more focused on the joy he feels holding your thighs down, keeping you locked around his head. Obsessed with how he gets a front-row seat to the tension rising in your body and how your climax leaves you a panting mess before his eyes. 

However, he will expect you to return the favor, so don't get too comfortable. Sure hope you have some experience because Engie is a face-fucking veteran, and while he loves the act, he loves to look at how you look after he's done with you even more. The humiliation over being forced into such a compromising position, the mess gathered in the corners of your mouth, the way your roughed-up hair frames your face, nothing better.

Pace, are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?

He'll do his best to start slow, to try and get you nice and warmed up before going all in, if you're being good, that is. If you were already testing his patience or acting more withdrawn than usual, he wouldn't beat around the bush. If he's in the mood to be rough and leave you bruised and sore, he won't think twice about it. If he's feeling a bit more playful, he may consider going easy on you and edge you until you're begging for release, only to leave you high and dry. Holding your heated twitching body against his as he rolls over to fall asleep. If you want to come, you'll have to dry-hump against him, nothing more. The satisfaction of reducing you to a sweaty, horny mess sloppily grinding against the (as far as you know) sleeping maniac holding your captive. He likely won't actually nod off until you manage to get yourself off or until you eventually pass out yourself.

Quickie, what are their opinions on quickies, and how often?

This guy loves quickly. But what he loves even more than that is to intentionally get you all riled up. It's much more fun for him to tease you and leave you hot and bothered, far more so than a quick in-and-out.

Risk, are they game to experiment, and do they take risks?

Overall he's not too driven about trying something different or crazy unless he could see it made you all excited. Though all that said, his only rules here are to keep things strictly between the two of you and behind closed doors. Likely even if he isn't too hot on whatever idea you're proposing, knowing how excited it's making you is enough to entice him. He may have one or two dirty scenarios of his own he would want to play out with you, but even as a yandere, he wouldn't want to scare you over some silly fantasy.

Stamina, how many rounds can they go for? 

Not something he's too happy to admit, but when he first started sleeping with you, he didn't last long. He can't help it, though! He's been pining over you for so long now, and now that he finally has you, it's all just too perfect, and he's coming well before you, maybe more than once. He may even fall asleep without satisfying you if he feels you deserve it. But all he needs is a little time to get to know your body and get a little more practice. After that, it's practically effortless for him to get two or three rounds with you a night before kissing you goodnight. Of course, if you were in the mood for extra attention, all you'd need to do is ask.

Toys, do they own toys? Do they use them on a partner or themselves?

While he may be an Engineer, it's hard to see him owning many toys, considering how non-utilitarian they are, but this is with one big exception. Engie has a very soft spot for handcuffs and adores using them on you. As mentioned before, he just loves the idea of his partner being needy and helpless and submissive, and handcuffs are the easiest way for him to achieve this. He also likes to rile you up by saying things like, 

"You know, maybe if you're a good girl, I'll even let you out of these when I'm done with you." or "I could get used to the sight of you like this. Hell, maybe I ought to keep you here 'till tomorrow night." (Also, you just KNOW his corny-ass will call you his favorite toy.)

Unfair. How much do they like to tease?

While he may be a little rough around the edges, Engie was still brought up as a respectful southern gentleman… outside the bedroom, that is. He loves pushing your buttons and watching how pent-up you can get until you burst. It's nothing short of sacred to Engie, feeling so special that he, and he alone, gets to watch you in such a state of decadence. From the bottom of his heart, Engie really does see you as nothing less than his soulmate, and it's truly a religious experience to watch you. 

Volume, how loud are they, and what sounds do they make?

He's a real dirty talker and can get easily lost in the situation and get loud with his grunts and moaning. Partly because it's just what comes most naturally to him, as well as insanely rewarding to see you all flushed and embarrassed at his lewd behavior. 

Wild card a random headcanon for them.

He likely keeps a lot of industrial equipment around your holding site and has perhaps more than jokingly mentioned how beautiful he thinks you'd look all strung up and chained down. Not that he's waiting for you to test him to indulge in this fantasy or anything…

X-ray what's going on under those clothes?

As mentioned earlier, he's a hairy guy, not entirely from head to toe, but all the same. His dick is definitely proportional to the rest of him. It's sturdy and thick. Good length, not anything special, but he's always been the type to get you off with hands, mouth, and dick rather than solely his cock. But it's gonna leave you very comfortably stretched, so he doesn't have to worry about hurting you or leaving you excessively sore the next day. He prides himself on knowing he doesn't need to be hung like a horse. He just knows how to use it to get you to come.

Yearning, how high is their sex drive?

Once you were firmly and unquestionably within his care, he felt more sexually charged than he could ever remember. Engie never fancied himself the "grand romantic" type, but now that he has someone who brings out that part of him, he considers it his calling to make sure to be the best lover he could be.

Zzz, how quickly do they fall asleep afterward?

Given how long he'd worked in this industry, Engie thought he'd seen it all, working harder than anyone to get where he was today, and he was proud of that. Sure he came from a long line of some of the best Engineers in the industry, and he loved his family more than anything, but he knew he didn't need their help to make it far as an engineer.

He was no stranger to newcomers coming hot out of the gate. The type of people who thought they were ready to revolutionize the field just because they were the new guy. Engie was always prepared to challenge this type, joyfully knocking them down a peg. Not in a cruel way, but more in a tough-love sense. Healthy competition could do wonders for motivation.

Needless to say, when he first met you, or even beforehand, he was just about positive you were the same type. Though, he was still ready to welcome you with traditional southern hospitality.

Imagine, in this scenario, he doesn't actually meet you for the first time face-to-face but hears about you after learning you'd been training under his own father. His father, the infamous recluse, hardly ever took on mentorships, let alone newcomers to the field, as the old man was well-known for keeping his secrets and tips of the trade firmly to himself.

Even before he met you, hearing that you mentored under his father only spurred his competitive side. When asking his father why he decided to start training now, he merely shrugged, claiming it was "just one of his last projects before settling into retirement, nothing special." Though this low-key explanation did little to quell his rising interest in you.

For almost all his life, Engie considered his father's work a family secret. What right did some stranger have to that information? While he wouldn't exactly call this feeling jealousy, it became more difficult to maintain his typical optimism to meet you in person. Caught between the feeling of obligation to warmly welcome a new friend of the family and holding you at a distance until you proved yourself able to keep up with the rest of the Conaghers.

When the two of you eventually met in person to work on a project, Engie expected he would need to hold your hand and carefully walk you through the process, as this was your first real job out of training. Regardless of who trained you, he didn't want you to feel intimidated and wanted to offer as much help as you needed. Engie might've even expected to do most of this work himself, which he certainly wouldn't complain about.

Though Engie found it harder and harder to remain kind and accommodating when you decided to not only forge ahead without consulting him first but were just about disregarding his advice altogether.

This sort of thing pissed him off, but he did his best to remind himself of how common this kind of behavior was. Rookies were constantly showing up to their first day on the job, acting as though they knew everything. You were nothing special. While it bothered him at the moment, Engie believed all he needed to do was be patient. All he had to do was give you time. Hotshots always cracked under pressure eventually, and it was only a matter of time before you got yours.

As much as he wanted to believe he could keep his composure, his indecisiveness continued to torment him. Usually, the more brazen and overconfident the newcomer, the more satisfying it was to watch them fall, but it wasn't so simple when it came to you. As much as he wanted to think of you as his rival and nothing more, another part of him wanted to befriend someone already in his family's good graces. It wasn't like you were trying to fight with him. You just preferred to follow your own method. Engie knew he didn't really have a valid reason to hate you, but he simply couldn't ignore the suspicion you weren't to be trusted.

Damn it, none of it made sense! Why was it so hard to be nice to you? This sort of thing almost always came so naturally to him! He hated working with you, feeling like you were constantly trying to one-up him, but for some reason, watching you work with others and all the attention they gave you pissed him off even more. Engie wishes you would just leave already, but he knows not even that would give him closure.

The anger he felt watching how friendly you were around the others only amplified his jealousy and guilt. His mental state only worsened watching others express interest in partnering up with such a promising worker. Watching others take his place was the only thing worse than working with you.

With you taking up so much of his attention, a near-constant distraction, he began making little blunders in his work. He knew he'd never make these careless mistakes if it weren't for you.

As much as he tried to bottle up these feelings and hostility, you knew how on edge he acted around you. It was impossible to tell if he liked you or hated you. As the son of your mentor, you likely felt a similar obligation to make a solid first impression with him as he did to you. But you couldn't ignore this unsettling behavior and began opting to work alone, hoping a little space would mellow him out. You also worried trying to have a friendly relationship outside of work would only further complicate things, so you mostly avoided him off the clock.

Not to say you were trying to "fight back" per se or anything. Still, the constant scrutiny you felt working around Engie seriously got under your skin, and you became less cooperative and efficient working with him. Of course, you studied hard under his father and weren't trying to show off, but you were no pushover and wanted to show how hard you worked to prepare for this job.

Engie couldn't take any more of this. He hated feeling so distracted around you and decided he ought to contact his father and learn more about you, and he wanted to know everything. Better to figure out this way than suffer in silence and let his insecurities get the best of him. He had a feeling in his gut, an unshakable intuition you weren't just another rookie, his father must've seen something special in you, and he wanted to know more.

Imagine how floored he would be to learn his father and you maintained correspondence.

"We still talk, you know. She said she likes you just fine but doesn't understand why you're so tense. You ought to lighten up, son. A woman like that is hard to find. You two could be good together, but not if you let her slip away. You're a smart one, boy, always have been. I trust you'll make the right decision."

Upstaging Engie at his own craft was one thing, but keeping contact with his sullen, stoic, practically cloistered father? Now that was the real accomplishment here.

Finally, he felt he had hope of ending the awful indecision once and for all! His father offered him a call to action, a suggestion to act on the possessiveness he harbored for you. Perhaps this was inevitable, and it was only a matter of time until his darker side won over, though he reckoned it was all the same now.

Engie never thought of himself as the possessive type before, but by God, did it feel good to act on this impulse. So he devised a plan to stage an accident. Nothing too dangerous, but enough to send a message. Just minor property damage, starting a fire where you were working on one of your latest machines. You wanted to work alone so bad, so be it. He hoped you were ready for that kind of accountability.

You were so stubborn about following your own method, so content to work apart from everyone else. It was easy to stage the fire at a location you worked alone to properly ensure no one would take the blame for the event but you.

After the fire was extinguished, no one was injured, but the damage was undeniable. You knew you would never recover from this. Even if you worked hard to befriend the other engineers, and even if they thought you were a good person, they could not overlook your comparative lack of experience now. As well as the evidence of your contraption at the crime scene. All the goodwill you built up for yourself was snuffed out in a matter of hours as you were labeled a liability and untrustworthy by the others.

As much as the betrayal hurt, you couldn't blame them. While you were sure you deactivated the machine before clocking out, the evidence spoke for itself. No way in a million years would you make a mistake so preventable as this! It didn't make any sense, but you were forced to accept your fate all the same as all the evidence was stacked against you.

None of this dismay came close to the despair felt upon realizing your only hope to cut it as an engineer now was to swallow your pride and beg Engie to take you back on as his partner. You planned to try and contact his father first, though. If Engie really hated you as much as you feared he did, you hoped having his father in your corner would be enough to convince him to go easy on you.

Even if you couldn't make sense of the event, you felt the shame all the same and didn't have the heart to look anyone in the eye the following day. This only intensifies your hopelessness. The man you'd been avoiding like the plague before now would take enough pity on you not to kick you out.

Your drive and ambition were just as diminished as your reputation. The excitement and creativity you'd always felt before tinkering away at the workshop simply wasn't there anymore. Now everything felt like a grim reminder of what once was- what happened, rather than what could be.

Whenever Engie micromanaged or insisted you follow his method, you complied, no longer having the fire and passion to fight back like you used to. Not when he invaded your personal space or kept you working late into the night, knowing you'd fall asleep and he'd take it upon himself to take care of you.

Attachment, how do they become obsessed?

Heavy is the definition of hard on the outside and soft on the inside for those he loves. In general, he's very attracted to people who want to get to know him better and don't write him off as a brainless brute. As well as people who are likewise misunderstood in their own way. He's usually somewhat reserved around new people, but seeing you, someone so much smaller than himself, struggling, he can't help but feel himself soften up and offer to help and is somewhat flustered by your gratitude. Nothing better than feeling helpful to those he loves, a simple ambition, but a powerful one, nonetheless.

Brutality, how vicious can they be towards a rival?

While he may have a soft heart, this doesn't make this exterior any less threatening, and he is more than ready to use this to his advantage. He knows how most people see him, and if that means he can use it to keep other people away from you, all the better. If you were to become suspicious of his actions, he could easily prevent you from grilling him on it by playing the "You don't hate me, like the rest of them, do you?" card. He may feel remorse over lying to you like this, but if it means keeping his comrades away from you, it's all worth it.

Caring, how well do they take care of their obsession?

Very similar to how he cares for the rest of his family, his foremost concern is your physical health and wellbeing before he bothers with his own in exchange for companionship. Though, if you offered to dote on him in private, he would never turn you away. While he may be apprehensive about being cared for in front of others, it can be sweet and intimate if shared just between you.

Depraved, do they have a shrine? (If so, what's on it?)

Tough to say for sure. Heavy's known to detest others touching his things and is likely paranoid about others finding his collection or messing with it. Also, Heavy isn't really the type to steal from you. It's one of the few times his guilt would get the best of him in a situation like this. But if you were to give him something, no matter how small, he would treasure it forever. Heavy believes it's better to share things with you rather than steal what you discard. However, little handwritten notes he can conceal and carry on himself are his favorites.

Erratic, how unpredictable are they? How quickly are their mood changes?

Wildly rides the line between a tender, soft, and misunderstood soul who only wants to protect and a kill-crazy war machine ready to enact violence at the drop of a hat. Unfortunately, given his remarkably stony exterior, it only makes him all the harder to get a read on. Fortunately, Heavy isn't the type to change drastically depending on the hour, but more likely will enter several days-long periods of sullenness followed by levity. It only takes one of his truly bad days to make you fear him.

Fun, what do they do to keep their obsession entertained?

Overall, given how physically demanding his job is, if he does have downtime to spend with you, Heavy would prefer to do something more relaxing, something he doesn't need to exert himself much for. However, if you were interested in learning some of his native tongue, he would love to teach you! He would also love to teach you how to properly clean some of his weapons and wants you to know how much he trusts you by allowing you to touch his guns. He may not be able to use his Ph.D. in Russian literature in his job, but it would mean the world to him if you let him read some of his favorite stories aloud while you listened.

Good, do they reward their lover for good behavior?

Heavy is all about tough love, but he's also happy to reward good behavior when he sees it. He also knows it's essential to keep you disciplined to keep you from getting too comfortable or thinking you're the one in charge here. Heavy's big brother instincts usually tell him what to do in situations like this, and he's generally fair about treating you to some time alone if you'd been well-behaved in his company before now.

Hysterical, how quickly would their facade break?

It would take a long time for you to realize precisely how lovesick he really was. After all, Heavy never seemed to have much interest in romance, at least in comparison to his other priorities. Additionally, any of his hostility towards other close friends of yours could be misconstrued as his general icy demeanor. He'd have to be very direct and upfront for you to eventually catch onto why he acted so strangely around you. In other words, while you always knew Heavy was a strange guy, it wouldn't be until it was too late for you to know just how deranged he really was.

Intimate, how intimate are they with their obsession?

Heavy does enjoy expressing affection physically and receiving in kind. More in an innocent sense than anything else, his preferred intimacy mode lies in hand-holding or cuddling up. He really loves knowing he can keep you warm when you are cold and keep you safe and sound when you sleep. Something small like this can calm him down after going too long without seeing you or if he suspected you were up to something.

Jealous, what makes them the most jealous?

Heavy isn't nearly as suspicious as many other yanderes, nor is he the type to worry about you leading him on, though he's far from perfect. Heavy can act very childish and petty when he sees you spending more time with his comrades or if he worries you care more about them than him. He wants to believe he has nothing to worry about, but it's hard not to get competitive around others. Hates to see you asking other people for help before asking him, no matter how trivial the task.

Kindness, so they think what they're doing is kindness?

Completely. Heavy is very confident in his place as the most competent and the best man suited to be your protector, and he knows what he is doing, whether you want to admit it or not, is well within your best interest. Even if you were to try and convince him what he was doing to you hurt you, or if you were to beg for him to let you go, Heavy simply wouldn't understand what you mean and wouldn't falter in what he believes to be his vital obligations to you.

Lust, what is the most beautiful thing about their obsession?

In truth, Heavy may be a bit sheepish in thinking of you lustfully, at least in the way some other yandere might. Mostly because he wants to preserve this idea of you as this innocent, sweet little thing to protect, and if he were to defile you in thought, that could be just as immoral as violating you in person. Though, if he's brutally honest with himself, Heavy's always had a thing for a size difference, and he can't hide how his heart flutters when you curl up beside him or if you hold his hand. (You know when a little child holds their parent's hand and can only wrap their little hand around one of the grown-up's fingers? That is the kind of thing that causes Heavy to absolutely MELT.) From his perspective, he loves the way you look so small beside him and knowing how the two of you appear to others.

Makeout, what are their kisses like?

Bless his heart, Heavy is doing his best to come off as sweet, romantic, and desirable, but he simply can't help but come off a little, well, heavy-handed. It takes a lot to psyche himself up for moments like this, and it's hard for him to hide this! He'd need constant reassurance that what he was doing felt good, and even then couldn't help but come off a bit stiff and awkward. Primarily due to lack of experience, he would constantly worry if he's making you feel undesirable because of his nervousness. However, he loves when you two can rest together, your head against his broad chest, his arms wrapped around you, practically smothering you while you trail soft kisses along his neck and cheek.

Never; what is one thing they would never do to their obsession?

While He would like to think he would never hurt you physically, sometimes his raw strength can get the best of him, and Heavy may just forget he's not on the battlefield. Although Heavy would say that no matter how enraged he may be in any given situation, he would never lay a hand on you, this may not be true. Though this only extends to the very, very rare outburst of anger, Heavy would never dream of using one of his weapons on you. He wants to see himself as your benevolent protector, and it's only at times like this he might forget himself.

Outrage, what makes them furious?

In Heavy's mind, your place is waiting for him back home, and if he were to hear about you putting yourself in harm's way, no matter how justified you may think you are, he would be beyond furious. Not only is this insanely dangerous behavior on your part, but he also worries about you not seeing him as good enough to be your guardian. While he may see himself as the only one strong enough to protect you, he doesn't like to be challenged on this front and will ensure all threats to his position are eliminated.

Pleasure, what is something they love making their obsession do?

Again, related to his significant size kink, Heat can't get enough of holding you close to him. Tucking you under his chin, close to his chest, when he falls asleep? Heaven on earth, and nothing less. Hope you weren't planning on going anywhere while he was resting because Heavy is notorious for his vice grip even in sleep, and you aren't going anywhere until he lets you go. No one gives hugs like Heavy, and you'd have to be crazy to risk waking him up to escape one, not that he rouses readily anyhow.

Quick, how quick are they to figure out escape plans?

Sure, Heavy may not be the brightest, and he's far from the most emotionally intelligent, but when it comes to the people he loves most, he's hypervigilant. And he's much quicker than you'd think to pick up on any of your changes in behavior and what they might entail than you'd think. Not to say he has a suspicious nature, but the better he knows someone, the better he can read them. Unfortunately, it's a skill many fail to see in him until it's too late.

Romantic, how romantic can they be or try to be?

Heavy will try, and he'll do his best regarding just about anything when it comes to you, but unfortunately, emotional intelligence isn't something that comes easily to him. Though this is certainly something that can be improved over time, as Heavy feels more comfortable around you, the easier it will be for him to express himself and understand your needs in kind. He's more the type to see romance in small, mundane acts, little parts of everyday life, rather than grand gestures or dramatic displays of affection.

Self-indulgent, how possessive are they, if at all?

Much more physically possessive than he might realize. As mentioned before, he's very uncritical about his yandere behavior and tendencies. He doesn't worry about how you may begin to grow fearful over spending time alone with him or question the way he seems to follow you wherever you go, and he doesn't see any of this as self-centered as long as you're kept safe. He might even try to convince you this is a good thing. After all, who wouldn't want the strongest fighter on base as their own personal bodyguard?

Trust, how much information about themself would they grant their obsession?

More So than most. Heavy is a straightforward man, and he doesn't see the need to overcomplicate life by keeping secrets or by wondering who has ulterior motives going for them at what given time. He finds it's easier to let himself believe you are as kind, loyal, and loving as he wants to think and not worry about anything beyond that. Not to say he would tell you precisely what happened to the last guy who tried to ask you out on a date, but he wouldn't lie if you asked how he felt about you.

Unattractive, what is their most unattractive trait besides being a yandere?

Heavy can be very childishly cruel and petty when fighting with others. Off the battlefield, he can be hard-headed and undignified when dealing with personal problems or with other people. Overall, he's never found working with others to be his strong suit.

Viscous, how viscous can they get?

Completely and without mercy or remorse. While he may see you as his angel and the light in his life, which makes the hardships worth enduring, it only makes the cruelty and bloodshed in your name all the more rewarding and satisfying. You might wonder if he's using this infatuation with you as an excuse to be cruel to others, though you ought to know better than to ask him about this face-to-face.

Weakness, what is something they can't resist?

Nothing hurts more than choosing between his loved ones. His loyalties to you and his blood relatives are unmated. He would do anything to ensure everyone was safe and sound. If he is worried someone is conspiring against any of you, Heavy will not hesitate to obliterate the possible danger at all costs. Heavy doesn't care if this means risking his own safety or that of others. All that matters to him is the people he cares for the most live to see another day.

Xenodochial, how fast would their obsession cut them off after an escape?

It would be hard for you to cut him off entirely. Despite all you'd been through and all the misery he'd brought your way, it's tough for you to believe Heavy is a bad guy. He's done so much for the people he loves and would do anything to support you. How could you cut him off so coldly? Especially considering without his help, his mother and sisters would've died in the Gulag. It would be tough for you to reconcile with yourself over doing something you know would destroy a man who did so much good for so many others, and if anything were to happen to them because he wasn't there to protect them. Could you deal with the fact their blood was now partially on your hands?

Yearning, how much do they pine for their obsession?

While Heavy adores you, it's hard to say he's the pining type, not due to a lack of love, but more considering he's a rather blunt, upfront kind of person. If he loves you so much he can't get you out of his head, why not just go up and tell you how he feels? Why bother playing mind games like this and longing from afar? The only times he would find himself pining for you would be because of the lack of nerve to tell you how he felt, not from a desire to love from afar.

Zealous, how devoted to their darling are they?