Oooh We Never Get Enough Yandere Demo

Oooh we never get enough Yandere demo

you’re right and you should say it!

Warning:Alcohol

“Tell me what ye did, lass.” The rich baritone voice of the Scottish man that sat above you floated out into the quiet room, it had been silent for so long that you actually started a bit. You sat knelt on the floor in front of him, eyes looking off to the side and unable to look at him as you wrung your hands nervously. 

When you didn’t answer, Demo bumped your cheek gently with his knee, forcing you too look at him. His mouth was pulled into a disappointed frown as he waited for you answer. Even though he already knew what it was. 

“I-I um…” He just looked at you expectantly, “I…tried to get out.” You winced as he let out a sharp breath and you turned away again.  

“That’s right,” From the corner of your eye you saw Tavish reach over to the small end table and pick up a familiar bottle of clear fluid. It wasn’t the strongest he owned, not by a long shot, but to you you might as well have just drank fire. You whimpered as he unscrewed the cap and he shot you a sympathetic expression. 

“I know baby, I know. But you gotta learn and hopefully this will be the last time, eh?” His hand went to your chin, tilting your head up while his thumb played with your bottom lip. “Open up lass, no point in dragging it out.” You did as you were instructed and parted your lips, causing Demo to coo words on encouragement as he started to pour the burning liquid down your throat.

You squealed immediately, not able to stop yourself from trying to pull away only for him to grip your jaw tighter and clamp his legs around your squirming body. 

“Easy love, just a wee bit more,” you shut your eyes, tearing up from the sting of alcohol and humiliation. You swallowed what you could of the painful substance, only for you to cough and splutter as the torrent of liquid managed to go down the wrong pipe. 

He let go of you then and you fall back onto the carpeted floor, hacking up what you could. It felt so much worse when it was in your lungs. You sobbed as you tried to regain your breath and make the pain go away. 

Tavish knelt on the floor beside you, pulling you up by your shoulders and bringing you to his chest. “You’re alright, you’re gonna be alright…just gotta learn your lesson is all…”

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What the in the actual name of the maker is this shit! What the hell is this boi doin alive! Jk

The Prince’s resurrection.

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my last 3 braincells 

merc name headcanons

(& confirmed names in bold)

RED:

Scout- Jeremy

Soldier- Jane

Pyro- Mmph

Demo- Tavish

Heavy- Mikhail

Engie- Colin

Medic- Ludwig

Sniper- Mick

Spy- Louis

BLU:

Scout- Damian

Soldier- Smith

Pyro- Huddah

Demo- Kenneth

Heavy- Luka

Engie- Dell

Medic- Wilhelm

Sniper- Mitchell

Spy- René

Okay, this never happens. I just sat down for a solid 3 and a half hours and wrote a fic from start to end in a draft format that closely resembles mid-draft as opposed to first draft. My concentration never wavered.

I’m afraid