#David King X Reader
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Male survivors with Creep!reader (part 1)
The wolf-masked creep makes their rounds around the realm
Dwight Fairfield
Hates going against you in trials
You seem to always know where he is
More than once has Dwight been working on a gen when he notices you simply watching from afar with your camcorder recording him
He hates the breathing you make behind the wolf mask
It's not labored breathing
Dwight feels a pit in his stomach when he realizes it's heavy breathing one makes when aroused
He's certain you do it on purpose to mess with him
You love this nervous bundle of anxiety
He's so cute when he's focused on them gens
You almost feel bad about hurting him
Almost
Chases with you are long, even when they shouldn't be
There are moments when Dwight is certain you'll swing your whip at him, only to feel nothing
You love chasing him, so much so that you'll draw out the chases for as long as you can
You only swing when you're sure his guard is dropped, leaving zero time for Dwight to prepare for the pain
Dwight thinks you're even scarier when he's hurt
The weight of dread settled heavily in Dwight's chest as he felt hot breaths on his neck. You were closing in fast, relishing every moment of your hunt. All Dwight could do was run toward what little hope he had left - the killer shack.
As he stumbled into safety, gasping for breath and feeling like vomiting from both exhaustion and fear, your voice echoed around him.
"You make such cute noises when you're in pain, my lambkin," you purred from behind your wolf mask, leaving no doubt about your true intentions.
Terror coursed through Dwight's veins at those words, making him feel dirty and violated even without any physical touch...yet.
David King
Hates you, and you hate him
You hate him so much you refuse to record him
You feel a bit less hateful when he's shirtless in trials
But just barely
You like to sneak up on him while he's doing gens
You get really close behind him
It's only when David can feel the snout of your wolf mask pressing against the back of his head that he realizes he was too focused on the gen
"you're a bit daft innit?" you'd say while trying to hold back a snicker
David would insult you all the way as you carried him on your shoulder
"Oi, don't think for a second we sound like that, you arsehole!"
After hooking him, David always makes an attempt to kick you in the face
He's only sometimes successful
You made it your personal mission to tunnel him out of every one of your trials if he's present
In turn, David has made it his personal mission to deny you the satisfaction of hurting others
He always manages to body-block your whip swings before it manages to hit their intended target
It's like he waits for the moment to fuck you over
With unyielding resolve, David positions himself behind Nancy, using his own body as a shield against your whip's strike. Despite the searing pain that courses through his back, he remains steadfast, fueled by the gratifying sound of your frustration.
The grunts and growls of frustration that escape you are a testament to his success in obstructing your goals.
"Fook off, you bloody wanker," David retorts, unfazed by the discomfort as long as he can provoke those telltale noises of anger from you.
For him, the symphony of your irritation is a victory in itself, worth enduring the physical discomfort he's inflicted upon himself.
Vittorio Toscano
Like most of the other survivors, Vittorio doesn't like you
But you sure as hell like him
You've made it clear during trials with him
The other survivors love and hate having Vittorio as a trial mate when going against you
For one reason and one reason only
You would absolutely throw the match just to record him all trial
Chases with him lasted a long time
Sometimes they lasted 5 gens
The other survivors took this as an easy win, even if they were reluctant to let Vittorio deal with you alone
It took lots of reassuring from him to make them stick to gens as you had your attention on him
You always chased him with your eye on your camcorder's viewfinder. Even if it made you slower
"This is definitely going in my daddy compilation"
You went absolutely insane when Vittorio arrives to a trial in his shirtless outfit
Vittorio swears he heard you softly moan under your mask when you saw him
Cue a long and agonizing chase
you eventually catch him
You left him slugged as you recorded with your camcorder
You made sure to get every angle of his aged body
Vittorio felt absolutely disgusted as he hears you breathing heavy
But as long as you're here and not hurting the others, he can bear with it
It doesn't help that you make such vile comments as you record him on the ground
"I'll be rewatching this later for a while," you begin, your voice dripping with arousal, "I wonder how many times I'll cu-."
His mind recoils, cutting off your words as he clenches his eyes shut. The thought of what you were about to say is too repulsive to bear, and he desperately tries to shut out your presence, focusing on whatever fragment of mental solace he can muster.
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how about a survivor whos entire thing is that they fight back? and not just laurie strode's DS, but like actual fist fighting, shoving and biting enough to have some killers trying to back up :) they shove killers into hooks to slow them, punch to stun, biting and cackling while picked up because they're feral!! it'd be funny to see them react to someone screaming with laughter while bleeding, charging at them to buy other survivors time. (atleast one survivor added maybe? :) )
this was kind of a fun one! i did two survivors and two killers for ya <33
Meg Thomas:
Meg is used to being the one that's distracting the killer long enough for the other survivors to get things done. When she first ran into you and saw you punching and shoving the killer around — she couldn't believe there was someone else in the fog as crazy as she was. She still can't, honestly.
She uses the time you buy her wisely, and works on generators while you distract the killer. The second it's done she runs to check on you, to make sure you hadn't been downed or hooked while she was working.
If you're injured, she tells you to switch off with her so you don't end up getting yourself killed like this. You may be stubborn, but so is she. She runs in and taunts the killer to steal their attention, leading them away from you.
She knows there's about a 50/50 chance that you'll chase her and go after the killer again without healing. She always hopes it's the other fifty, but as long as she can make sure you don't die in this trial, she supposes she can live with it.
David King:
David loves having a partner with as much of a fighting spirit as he has. From the moment he met you, he feels like he knows you like the back of his hand and that feeling only increases with time. He knows that when you throw yourself at the killer he should be leaving to work on generators with everyone else to escape, but he can’t bring himself to throw away a good fight.
He jumps into the fray with you, attacking the killer right by your side. You both know none of them can actually even feel pain, it just gives both of you the satisfaction of lashing out at your torturers and knowing you’re giving the rest of your team plenty of time to work on your escape.
He knows you would rather stay, but if you get seriously hurt by the killer David picks you up and hauls ass out of there. He loves you, and he loves that you love to fight back, but even he knows when enough is enough and you need to split to heal. He tells you that you both can go straight back once both of you are healthy.
Fighting with you gives him more of a thrill than when he fought others alone. He thinks it may just be protecting you, or maybe it’s the fact he gets to fight with someone else as nuts and passionate and violent as he is. He doesn’t care which it is.
Evan MacMillan / The Trapper:
Evan, usually, absolutely loathes anyone who fights back, for the simple reason of he’s gotten enough shit from the Entity and he won’t take any more. But he seems to enjoy the fight that you put up, almost like it’s fun for him to try to stop and catch you.
He is always perplexed by the fact you seem to take joy in this, too, but in a different way. You remind him a little too much of himself; it’s not a hunt for you, it’s a game. A game to see how long you can hold him off and let your team get as much done as possible. A game that he intends to win.
He attempts to ignore you, most of the time, hoping you’ll tire yourself out. It slowly becomes impossible when you ram your shoulder into him to knock him over, and when you repeatedly hit him as he’s setting his traps, and when you shove other survivors out of his way.
When he gets tired of your shenanigans, he grabs you and throws you into one of his traps. But he’s a good sport, and lets you get out. He wishes he wasn’t a good sport when you jump out and bite his arm. This is when you earn his ire and the game really starts. He’ll spend the rest of the trial trying to kill you.
Adriana Imai / The Skull Merchant:
Adriana normally would be upset by something like this. You may ruin her makeup, after all, or chip her nails. Punishment would be swift for anyone else who even dared fight back against her. But you…You’re different. There’s just something about you, something about your spirit, your determination to keep her away from your teammates. It makes you fun to chase, she likes it.
Even though she knows you’re purposefully throwing yourself at her to distract her, she still gives herself to you for the sake of the chase. She enjoys roughhousing, getting her hands dirty. Only with you. She’s decided you’re the ultimate prey.
She gives about as good as she gets when the two of you fight. She almost always has you pretty severely injured, waiting until you show any little shred of weakness to get you down and bring you to a hook. She’s watching, and she’s waiting.
She loves showing off her strength to you by being able to hold you back from hitting or shoving her away. She grips your neck, smirk hidden by her mask still evident in her eyes. You know she’s thinking of throwing you on a hook and revelling in the sense of superiority she knows it would give her.
#inbox#meg thomas#david king#evan macmillan#adriana imai#gender neutral reader#dbd imagines#dbd x reader#dbd x you#meg thomas x reader#david king x reader#evan macmillan x reader#the trapper x reader#adriana imai x reader#the skull merchant x reader
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Basement Time
Sub David King x Switch Trapper x Dom male reader
Summary: David’s always been one to piss people off. Whether killers or survivors. But one of the killers he’s always been an ass to was Trapper. David was just uncalled for toxic to him and you. So when David gets in an interesting spot you and trapper decide to teach him a lesson.
Cw: Smut, Anal, Double penetration, Creampies, Blowjobs, Degradation, Spitroasting, Face fucking, Choking, Praise, Non-Con and Exhibtionism
David fucking King. Even the name would piss you off. Whenever you wound up in a match with him he’d always let you fucking die on hook. He’d sandbag you, reveal your location and everything he could to make your experience in the realm hell.
And don’t even get started on the poor soul who the entity chose to go against him.
Constant Teabagging, harsh words and just pure asshole-ary. No one ever enjoyed his company all he ever did was talk down and insult whoever he happened to run into. You sadly got into a match with David but you had other survivors you like aka Yui and Bill. They were always kind and the most altruistic people you’d have ever met.
You and Bill we’re on a gen chatting when David comes over to spew his usual insults. “Old man get off the Fuckin’ gen will ya? If someone blows it up no one wants a heartattack on their hands.” He laughs at his own comment. Bill glares at him. You begin standing up when you hear Yui’s scream. “Kid why don’t you and David go get Yui, I think she’s in the basement.”
You sigh annoyed as David begins walking with you across the map to Shack. You guys stop to see trapper setting up his traps. David smirks rushing to trapper. You roll your eyes sneaking past his traps to Yui. You pick her off the hook and begin healing her when you hear your heartbeat in your ears.
David ‘accidentally’ brings trapper where you and Yui are making you both scatter. Trapper follows behind you both as David gets ready to say something ‘smart’ when he gets stuck in a trap. He screams as it snaps around his leg firmly. You stand infront of David with a blank look on your face as you see Trapper behind him.
you and trapper lock eyes as you stare at him. “Well aren’t you in a situation David.” You laugh at the Brit he glares at you trying to get out the trap. Trapper lets out a huff of air before looking at you in your eyes. “F-fuck! Come Fuckin’ help me you cunt!” He shouts as Trapper looks at him than you again.
“Get his ass in the basement but don’t hook him.” David looks at you angrily as Trapper shockingly obeys. You walk down to the basement with both Trapper and David watching as Trapper sets David in the far corner. Looking at you curiously. “I’ve seen the way he fucking treats you and I’m sure you know he doesn’t treat us survivors any differently.”
Trapper nods as you both look at a cornered David. “You know David you look really fucking pathetic right now, what happened to your high and mighty personality dick head?” You look down at him as he can do nothing but look up at you scared. You grab him by his throat pulling him up a bit from the floor.
“look at me when I’m fucking talking to you!” You shout and he whimpers. He fucking whimpers. “Fucking bitch,” You kick him as he rolls on his side crying out. Trapper can do nothing but watch in pure amusement and ecstasy.
You look at Trapper than your eyes trail to his crotch area seeing a prominent bulge.
“Seems like your enjoying the show a little to much buddy.” You tease as Trapper looks away embarrassed and David looks even more horrified. You look back at David. “Trapper why don’t you be a good boy and get behind David.” He does so getting behind David.
“Good boy now I want you to grab his hair and hold it.”
He grabs roughly into David’s hair making him groan out in pain. You laugh at his state as you begin undoing your jeans. He looks at you with wide eyes at he stares between your legs. You give a few pumps to before sitting on your knees. David stares at it. You tap his lips.
“why don’t you be a good whore and suck it?” You smirk as he goes to protest. “I’m not gonna su-“ before he can even finish his sentence trapper shoves him onto your length. You jolt with a moan as you laugh. David chokes on your cock as trapper holds him there. He tries to get himself off but Trapper manages to sit on his back crushing David with great force.
You laugh at David’s whimpering form. The lack of air from Trapper and you certainly isn’t helping. You carefully lift Trappers mask up kissing his lips while he pushes David into your cock. You begin to rut your hips into David while you intently make out with the man on top of him.
You listen with a smile to David’s broken whines as you begin moving your hips into his mouth. You pull off of Trappers mouth looking down at David. You bask in his choking and crying. “How you holding up there?” You taunt as tears begin streaming out his eyes.
You pull out watching as David chokes and coughs. “Trapper pull your overalls down.” You command putting David’s face back on your dick. He does so letting his own hard cock spring free. “Mhm, put it in him raw.” Trapper obeys forcing his hard cock into David’s tight hole. David screams around your cock.
Trapper bottoms out in David breathing heavily. “Nicely done, how you holding up David?” You look down at him with a condescending look on your face. He cries out muffled from your cock. “He’s doing great, though its expected from a slut like him don’t you think so baby?” You grab trappers face pulling him into a kiss while you both simultaneously thrust into the man below you.
All you guys were focused on was making sure David was reduced to a whining obedient mess and it was working for sure. You begin to get close to your peak thrusting even faster. You look at Trapper with a smirk on your face at his heavy breaths. “Gonna cum soon?” You ask him. He nods picking up his own pace.
you nod. “Cum with me baby.” You start letting out heavier groans watching intently when he does the same. With a few more thrusts from both parties you both cum hard with moans.
“Fuck.” You throw your head back breathing heavily. You look at Trappers own sweaty body watching as it glistens in the unnatural light in the basement. When both your senses come back you look down at David, god was it a sight.
He was crying and whimpering below you both. He had cum dripping out his mouth and ass mid level off the air with cum dripping out there to. You stand up fixing your jeans as trapper fixes his coveralls. You look down at the whimpering man beneath you who still happens to be hard. “Aw poor whore didn’t even get to cum.” You laugh kneeling down to his level.
you wave bye to Trapper as he goes to find the other survivors. “Well? You’ve got nothing to say, that’s new.” You stand back up walking off to the stairwell. “Better get up David, only 1 gen left. If I were you I’d hurry up.” You laugh ascending up the stairwell as David can do nothing but whine and ache.
After your little session with David it seemed he was nice to you all the time. He preferred to not entertain a conversation with you but never tried any shit. And it seemed he also was clinging onto you more than he did. He would never admit it but he enjoyed every moment in that basement and wouldn’t change it for the world.
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Henlo it is I, the bitch who requested the killer s/o with a tragic past a while ago- if requests are still open(I think they are), I was hoping to request a third one with Pyramid Head, Eddie(I know he's not from dbd but shhh), Huntress, and David?
everyone salute them right this instant, we've got a legend here fellas 🫡
Killer! S/O with a Tragic Past III
Pyramid Head | The Executioner
Pyramid Head is strange, off putting; something more akin to that of an animal than of a man. As such, many expect him to be almost dumb, blind to the wide spectrum of human emotion. How could he, one who carries out pain, carries out torture ever understand that another may ache?
And yet, who here would understand suffering more than him? This pain is familiar to Pyramid Head; one could say that he is intimate with it both in theory, and in practice. It’s a feeling he has come to know the entirety of his existence, both back at Silent Hill, and here in the Realms; and here, with you, this suffering encapsulating your very being.
A long, pitiful groan reverberates from the inside of his helmet, a high pitch cascading upwards as you lean against him, your cheek pressed against his shoulder. The skin is rough, torn, but it doesn’t matter - the warmth of it seeps into you. Silence surrounds the two of you, the hallways of Midwich Elementary School long empty, devoid of any real, authentic life.
Eddie Gluskin | The Groom
Eddie is extravagant, flamboyant; whatever is inherently, deeply wrong with him, he covers up through presentation, through love. If he were to dwell on what actually happened, on what they did to him, why, he wouldn’t have any time to dote upon you!
Eddie doesn’t cope, doesn’t think about this pain; to him, it simply was a bad dream, a nightmare from some horrible, alternate reality. He dwells in fantasy, in that of a perfect home life, with the perfect ‘Leave it to Beaver’ family. The truth is far, far too ugly, too tragic to come to terms with. As such, upon learning of your upbringing, your suffering is hard for him to swallow; hard for him to understand.
“Darling,” Eddie’s words are sugar, honeyed, his hands splayed across your back. “I can’t stand to see you in such agony. Tell me who I must deal with.” An involuntary shiver crawls up the length of your spine; it’s impossible for him to make, to fulfill this promise. And yet, a little fantasy never hurt anyone, right? You relay the names dutifully, a wide, cruel smile splitting the Groom’s lips.
Anna | The Huntress
Anna, at her very core, is a protector, a trait she had inherited from her own mother, who, in turn, inherited from her mother, and so on. An animalistic, primal instinct to care for her own runs deep within the Huntress; if you were to suffer, surely so would she.
This almost telepathic empathy extends to both physical as well as mental pain; broken bones, nightmares, cracked skulls, memories - Anna knows and feels it all. No matter how small, no matter how unimportant, she will know it, and will always, always leap to protect you, come what may.
A deep set shudder courses along your body, your eyes fluttering shut as you fold into yourself, the painful pop! and flashes of a memory exploding behind your eyelids, the scene unavoidable, and all too familiar. And yet, something warm, something strong surrounds you, a solid surface curling over you, pressing against your back. The memory continues, but Anna shields you from the outside world, and should you will it, from the Entity itself.
David King
Pain is something David is more than familiar with; whether it be the sting of a cut lip, the ugly swelling of a broken nose, or even the fractured shards of memories within his mind, David goes to bed with suffering, with ache more often than not.
Although, despite this intimacy, David is detached, unavailable in terms of emotions, of feelings. He doesn’t like to deal with it, doesn’t like to dwell upon it; would rather shove it down, down so deep that such weakness could never hope to show its face ‘round him ever again. But that’s for him; as for you, it’s still rough, awkward almost, but he tries.
David clenches his jaw as he sways above you, your head hung and fingers gripping tight against your scalp. Nothing is said; the silence is stubbornness on everyone’s part - you, not wanting to show weakness, and him, not knowing what to do. It persists a few moments longer before David slides down next to you, his hand hesitating above your shoulder before it finally falls, a tight squeeze to the skin there. Despite the lack of words, despite the awkwardness, it’s enough that he’s there.
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May I request headcanons for how David would react with a Male S/O with a size kink who is allot shorter than David and gets all shy and blushing when he gets close to him
i too, am a short king, anon. Also I just can't stop thinking of David with a sug satisfied grin while writing this I'm ngl.
David definitely notices. It's a little hard not to. And he thinks it's cute it also makes him smug as hell
He'll definitely play up anything involving his height or his physique. Need someone to carry something heavy? He's got it. Need something on a top shelf? Don't worry about it, a bit of a stretch, but he can grab it!
It's kind of a game to him, seeing how far he can push it, and how much he can embarrass you, before you realize he's showing off for you on purpose.
I think he'd probably end up confronting you about said teasing instead of the other way around.
"I don't really get it..." He'd admit, looking you up and down. "Is me being taller than you really that hot to you?"
You tried to explain, but that only made the teasing worse, with David saying things like "I mean you are pretty short." "I am a lot bigger than you" and finally- "You know...I guess your height makes you cuter too"
Speechless.
#however if anyone else calls me a short king we're throwing hands immediately#David King X Reader#DBD imagines#DBD headcanons#DBD x reader#DBD reader insert#David#David King#David King x Male Reader#Male Reader#Male Reader Insert#Gay Imagines#Gay Reader Insert#Gay x Reader
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Could you do a David king x male reader fic were the reader is cold to everyone but him and they develop feelings for one another but the reader doesn’t want to admit his feelings so he starts pushing david away and being cold towards him aswell and then david confronts him and he confesses
Yay David is one of my favs. Honestly the reader sounds like his type. Thank you so much for the request Anon!
Tw: Some angst but very fluffy ending.
The artificial night was bitter and cold. David’s body was aching all over. The trial he just got back from was incredibly difficult. That new Knight fucker was brutal. Though he did have something to look forward to.
You were always a light in his otherwise dim world. When he first met you he thought you were a bit of an oddball. You would keep to yourself and be cold to anyone who tried to talk to you. Though you weren’t like that to him.
You were always nice to him. He never exactly understood why it was just him you were nice to. Nothing about him seemed approachable. Yet there you were being nice to him.
He got closer to the campsite, hearing the others talk amongst themselves. His eyes landed on you, a big grin spreading across his face. Though it disappeared immediately seeing you walk away from him.
That’s really weird you’ve never done that before. Not to him at least. David’s concern shot through the roof. You were actively avoiding him and he didn’t know why.
He would try and try to talk to you but you would leave every time. It was messing with his patients. He didn’t want to intimidate you into talking to him, that’s the last thing he wants.
With a sigh he walks off towards the cabin the two of you share. Survivors had to share cabins, two per cabin. David was the only one who would put up with you, well that’s how most of the others put it.
He certainly wasn’t expecting you to be huddled up in bed already. The silence was suffocating. His chest had never felt so heavy. “We need to talk.” You stayed silent not exactly in the mood to answer. Hopefully he’ll think your asleep right?
“You’re not asleep. You always have that tape player on. What’s wrong? If I did something you can tell me.” His voice was so soft and sweet it made your heart flutter. You set up in bed giving David an empty stare.
“You didn’t do anything I’m just not feeling well.” You rubbed your arms feeling a bit awkward. You really didn’t like lying to him. He lets out a laugh breaking your thoughts.
“That’s a lie. You rub your arms when you lie. What’s really going on mate?” So that’s why you always lose at poker. How are you going to tell him the truth?
“It’s pretty awkward if you don’t take it well.” He was pretty quick to catch on. Though he still wanted you to say it. A smirk was on his face as he told to say it. Something you caught on to.
“Are you really going to make me say it?” With a stupid cheeky grin he nods his head ‘yes’. “You’re an ass.” A sigh left you looking at the more then happy Brit. “I like you and would like to hang out.”
“Let’s call it a date.” He lets out a laugh making your embarrassment worse. “You’re insufferable.” This just makes him laugh just a bit more.
“And here I thought you liked me.” You pout at the man. “Sorry love I’ll let you calm down. It’s just too much fun.” It seems like this is the start of something beautiful.
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DBD — Packing them a lunch
Jake Park
“Thanks.” He says before leaving the door. His hunting lunch pale in hand, on his way to go support his lovely spouse by catching some game.
When he finally unpacks his lunch, it’s late into the evening. He pulls out a small note. Be safe and don’t work too hard. Come home before it gets too late. Love you! <3
Jake shakes his head with a small smile. His spouse was so sweet, so caring. He pulls out the sandwich baggie.
He pauses, holding the baggie up to eye level.
…The sandwich is cut into triangles. Crust removed and move jelly than peanut butter.
Just the way he likes it.
David King
“What the fuck?” He questions to himself while unpacking his lunch.
His spouse had made him a lunch and forced him to take it with on his trip to the gym.
He’s a grown ass man, why did they pack him smiley fruit snacks?
HOW DID THEY KNOW HE LIKES SMILEY FRUIT SNACKS??
How did they know he likes his strawberries cut into fours’. How did they know he only eats his sandwiches when they are cut in half. How did they know he doesn’t like his broccoli touching his carrots???
How did they know him so well…
Nea Karlsson
She unpacks her lunch with haste, away from her friends. She hopes they don’t snoop in her area.
“Hey Nea!” Fuck—
“Yeah?” She calls back. She clenches the handle of her lunch box when she hears their feet patter over to her area.
“What you got for food? I’m hungry and I forgot my lunch. Can you share?” They plead, giving her big eyes.
She purses her lips. “Maybe… I’ll see what I have first.”
“Ok.” When they don’t leave, she hesitantly begins the unpack her lunch. Scooby Doo shaped Mac n Cheese… bite sized sandwiches cut into cats… a cheese stick… and… two heart shaped sugar cookies.
“Pfft—who packed your lunch?? Your mom?!” Her friend laughs hysterically.
“MY FUCKING S/O DID, YOU ASSHOLE!” She smacked them square in the face with her lunch box.
#nea karlsson x reader#dbd x reader#dead by daylight x reader#jake park x reader#david king x reader
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Charlie Dalton/Nuwanda. Dead Poets Society (1989).
ily @h3x-ed ! im not using ur request cuz it messes with my format :( but p.s.a this girly is my number one fan !
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
warnings: Jareth jumpscares the reader a bit, Hoggle is a bit crass, reader kind of throws themself at Jareth, a few double intendres but they are mentioned in the movie so idk
AN: Happy Valentine's Day! My annual Labyrinth story is here!
"Run the labyrinth he said. 13 hours he said." I muttered to myself as I trudged along through the Goblin City. So far, none of the goblins had come after us. Hoggle trailed behind me, rubbing his hands. I still held his precious jewels but I doubt he cared about them anymore. "What are you muttering about back there Hoggle?" I looked over my shoulder at him, fed up with the noise he was making. Not knowing if the rest of the goblins would jump out because of it had set me on edge.
"What are you going to do if you get to the castle?" He finally asked. I shrugged. "I mean you're leaving right?" I nodded as he sped up to walk alongside me. "But I thought you wanted to do Jareth." I stumbled and Hoggle looked at me, hands out to try to catch me.
"What?!" I exclaimed. Hoggle was wringing his hands again. "Who said anything about me wanting to do Jareth?"
"I just thought..." He trailed off. "The way the two of you interact with each other..." I sighed and gazed up at the castle.
"Hoggle, it wouldn't work. He belongs here in the Goblin City. I have to go back. I should never have said that to my friend." I shook my head, clearing it and banishing all thoughts of the Goblin King out of my head.
"He will probably offer you a way to stay..." Hoggle murmured. "If he did, would you take it?" I shrugged.
"As long as my friend was safe and I wouldn't get turned into a goblin, maybe." My mind was racing. If I could stay, would I? Would I want to be bound to the Goblin King forever? Did I really want to stay? Shaking my head again, I focused on the task at hand. We were at the steps of the castle. "Hoggle, whatever comes next, I have to do it myself right?" He nodded. "Here. Thank you for coming with me." I tossed his jewels back to him.
"You didn't have to do that." He said in surprise. Smiling sadly at him, I started to climb the stairs. I looked back only once to see Hoggle wave at me before turning around and disappearing into the city. Climbing the stairs, I pushed the doors open and entered the empty throne room. Looking around, I saw the clock. Sighing in relief, I looked around for the doorway I knew to be there. There were three doorways behind the throne. Looking from one to the other, I started to worry. I still had time if I took the wrong door but I would have to find my way back to this room if I wanted to preserve that time.
"Think (Y/N). Think." I circled around the throne and stared at the doors. "Which one did Sarah take. Which one leads to the David Bowie impersonator." I closed my eyes and tried to visualize the scene from the movie. "She comes in and it's..." I turned slightly and opened my eyes. The doorway matched what I remembered from the film. "There." Running through, I took in the new maze. Smiling to myself, I walked to the edge and looked out of the staircase world.
"(Y/N)!" My friend called out for me. I waved down to them and took a deep breath, preparing to jump down the center.
"Expecting a song?" The voice made me jump and I turned around, putting some distance between myself and the edge. Jareth was leaning against the wall, playing with a crystal. "You won't get one." I smiled softly at him and shook my head.
"Didn't think I would." I looked over my shoulder and took a step back. I looked back at Jareth as he pushed off the wall. "Besides, you wouldn't get into it too much. I know what to do." He smirked and walked right up to me. We were standing nose to nose when he put his hand on my shoulder.
"Then do it." He whispered before giving me a gentle push. I stepped off at the same time and fell. A new platform materialized under me and I landed carefully, my friend having disappeared again. Jareth entered from a new doorway. "I assume you know what's coming." I nodded and Jareth rolled his eyes. "Then formalities and such." He waved his hand and I tried to stifle my laugh. It brought a smile to his face. "(Y/N)," my breath hitched as he said my name. Maybe Hoggle was right. "beware. I have been generous, up until now and I can be cruel."
"Generous?" I tried to fight the smile that was growing. "What have you done that's generous?" Jareth smirked at me, clearly seeing how amusing I found all of this.
"Everything." There was something about his tone that made me question all of my life's choices until that point. "Everything that you wanted I have done. You asked that your friend be taken. I took them. You cowered before me. I was frightening. I have reordered time, I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you. I'm exhausted from living up to your expectations of me." He circled me. All I could do was watch him. Doubt was growing in me. Doubt that I could say the words. Doubt that going back was what I really wanted. Doubt that I could leave him behind. Doubt I could forget about him. "Isn't that generous?" His gaze softened as he came to a stop in front of me.
"I-I..." I looked around him, desperate not to look him in the eye. "Through dangers untold..." I fought to find something in me that wanted to go back. Something to focus on so I didn't have to make that choice while looking at him. "Dangers untold and hardships...." Jareth watched me, regarding me kindly and curiously. When it was clear I wasn't going to recite my part, he took control.
"Stop. Wait." He held up a crystal, taking a step closer to me. "Look (Y/N). Look at what I'm offering you." His voice had taken on a soft quality. When he didn't continue, I looked away from the crystal, meeting his eyes.
"My dreams." I whispered out. He shook his head but gave me a chance to continue. But I didn't take it.
"I ask for so little." Jareth took another step towards me. "Just let me rule you and you can have everything that you want." He had lowered the crystal, nearly letting it drop as his other hand reached out and gently took mine. His thumb ran over my knuckles, waiting for me to make a decision. I shook my head, the thoughts running rampant as I tried to find any reason to go. "Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave." Jareth whispered, gently pulling me closer to him. "The choice is yours. I've done all I must." Slowly reaching up, I cupped his cheek.
"My friend will return?" He nodded, gently leaning into my touch. "And I won't become a goblin?" He shook his head with an amused smile.
"Where would you get an idea like that?" He chuckled. "Your friend will return to your world. If you choose to stay, you will remain as you are. With me. If that is what you so choose." Jareth watched me carefully. Letting go of his hand, I reached out for the crystal. "You need to be sure." He warned. I nodded.
"I'm sure." I touched the crystal just as Jareth leaned forward and kissed me. The world around us shimmered as we were returned to the throne room. Jareth pulled away, smiling softly at me. I looked around the room, surprised by the subtle use of magic. A second throne had appeared next to the first.
"For you." He whispered as he watched me take my seat.
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Live footage of me jumping out of the castle window after I embarrass myself in front of him
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Cuddles~
♡ Jareth x Fem!Reader Fluff ♡
I hum quietly as I start to get ready for bed. I smile to myself as I put on my new nightgown that Jareth got for me. I look at myself in the mirror smiling lightly. The light purple color with dark blue accents cascades in silky waves along my skin. God I love him so much. I walk out of the bathroom and frown. He wasn't there. Usually he was there on the bed by this time.
Quietly I leave the room to go look for him. I check his office but it is dark and empty, lit only by a singular candle he kept on his desk. "Weird he isn't there either," I think aloud. I decide to check the only other place I think he could be. His throne room.
The only noise in the hall is the soft echo of my footsteps as I walk down towards the throne room doors. As I reach the doors I can hear what can only be described as chaos inside.
I slowly push open the doors and I'm met by loud yelling and- is that a chicken? "Oh y/n, hello dear are you alright?" I look towards the voice and see Jareth laying down across his throne. The room lies silent as every goblin stops what they are doing to look up at me.
"Yes, I'm fine." I stutter out walking towards him. "I'm sorry I won't be able to stay with you tonight. A boy wished away his little sister and he still has 5 hours left to finish the labyrinth." He sighs clearly bored out of his mind.
"I see." I mumbled looking down at the floor.
Jareth grabbed my chin and lifted my eyes to meet his. "Is there anything you need my love?" He asks slowly
"Can I lay here with you?" I blurt out. Quickly turning red and pulling away. Jareth chuckles lightly and looks towards me again. "Of course love, come here." He motioned for me to sit with him.
I hop up onto his throne and position myself to lay next to him in the same way he was laying on his throne before. He wraps his arms around me and I snuggle into his chest.
He chuckles again and I smile. He brings his hand up and starts running his fingers through my hair. " I don't think you understand Just how cute you are." I giggle and he plants a kiss on my forehead. I lift my head and look at him then move upwards and give him a gentle kiss on the lips. I pull away and smile. I softly lay my head back down against his chest and sigh happily. I close my eyes and listen to his heart beat as I slowly succumb to sleep in his arms.
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Give Me Your Heart / Jareth Imagine
Request: Hi im not sure if you're taking requests bit could you please do a Jareth x gn reader where he teaches his s/o how to dance. However it's just between them, no music, no guests, just them in an empty hall? Don't feel pressured to write this. Hope you're doing well :)
Ooh it’s been far too long since I’ve written for Jareth, and this idea is so sweet and romantic!! Thank you nonnie :)
Also sorry, this ended up being more teasing than I had set it out to be oopsie but I hope you enjoy anyway! ,3
(I do not own Labyrinth or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @ihadadutyovcare.)
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‘Now darling, even you know by now that your hand goes on my waist.’
You try to stifle your laugh, instead pressing your growing smile against the itchy notched lapel of his jacket. Jareth’s warmth envelops you immediately, helped on by the tickle of his fringes as they brush over the glowing curve of your cheek. It’s a soothing, tender kind of gush that sweeps through your muscles as you feel his hand reposition its grip, safe within the knowledge that no matter how clunkily you stepped on the tips of his toes and scuffed the edges of his boots, he would hold you tightly against his chest and never let go.
You slide your hand back up to the rather tense muscle of his waist with a teasing sigh, enjoying the way the domineering sovereign before you is wrought with a rack of shivers from your sole touch alone. He groans as your fingers trace and scratch around the joint, his eyes rolling back slightly in his head as you take full advantage of his obviously flustering state.
‘Now Jareth, do I hold my arm up like this?’, you take a step back from him and ostentatiously draw your elbow away from his side and swing it up in the air, dragging his own arm along with it. ‘Or does it come round here...hmm, in this sort of position?’ You drop his fingertips that were gently resting on top of your own and swing forward, looping your arm around the Goblin King’s neck. His eyes widen in a fervent kind of shock as your palm flattens against the back of his neck and pulls the bewildered man down to reach your lips.
Once he regains his composure and realises there’s nothing more delightful in this moment than relishing in the feeling of kissing the love of his life back, he tips one leather gloved finger under your chin and tilts you further up to meet him. With pliant lips, he slowly draws away and presses a last, lingering kiss against your top lip; despite the fact that you were the one to initiate the peck, you were also the one left breathless. Contently, he closes his eyes for a moment before sighing in bliss and smirking once again.
‘Now now, my diamond streaked star, if you keep teasing me so I shall have to reprimand you for such insolence. Perhaps I shall tie your hand to mine so you can never escape’, he tenderly takes your right wrist and drags the back of your hand down the side of his cheek. As he does so, he grips you back to him again. Without breaking the passionate eye contact that blazes a crimson shrine, a travailing opal blossoming in the minute space between your bodies, he begins the move the two of you a step backwards.
‘Or maybe even that wouldn’t be enough.’ He reaches an arm up, twirling you around until you’re gliding like a wound up music box figurine: porcelain, fated, pure perfection. His boot knocks against your own shoe, turning it to the side as he lodges his knee in-between your own; Jareth is almost carrying you at this point, guiding your feet backwards and to the left, whizzing over the gleaming marble stained tiles of the looming hall.
‘Perhaps, what is needed to succinctly convey the message, would be to capture your heart and keep it safely locked within mine forever.’ Before you can even take a breath, his hand has wound around the small of your back and he’s knocking you backwards. The gentle-stricken winged cherubs that are moulded to the corners of the gold crested ceiling are fleeting as they pass by your eyes; the crystal encrusted chandelier that beams haloes of light past your vision is soon replaced by the shimmering blue of the violet banked sky. The glory of the starlight that swirls pockets of alight silver over the upside-down edge of the outer stone balcony is only seconded by the feeling of Jareth leaning over you.
The soft groan that escapes your mouth elicits an amused hum from the man, who nuzzles his nose against yours like the cat who got the cream. While his left hand is busy holding your hips flush against his midriff, his right busies itself with running down your side slowly, setting every nerve in its path alight with anticipation. Eventually, after far too long a wait, your closed eyes grimace in bliss as you feel his lips brush feather soft, licking against the pulse point on your neck.
‘After all, it’s not so long at all, if only you can live without it’, he murmurs between nibbles against the curve of your shoulder. ‘For I know I could not. If you took your heart away from me, you would cause me to fall into ruination.’
This was going to be a long night indeed.
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David King
My David writing will always be male reader since he’s gay
Threesome W/ Trapper: Male Reader
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Hello! Firstly I love your writing! I’m not too sure how you feel about angst but I wanted to at least throw it out there. Deathslinger, Oni, David king and the nurse being spat back out to where the entity took originally took them, with their S/O nowhere to be seen.
(Squidward Voice) We love angst here, sir.
Escaping the Realms…Without You.
Caleb “The Deathslinger” Quinn
The darkness fades and Caleb’s in his cell, the bars now rusted over, the reddish color coating along what once was silver. He jolts upwards, pain shooting up his leg as he stumbles to his feet, turning around wildly as he takes in his surroundings. It couldn’t have been anywhere else, as the dust below the man is kicked upwards, and he sneezes, bewildered. He strains his ears, eyes, all of his senses, yet the stillness of the prison persists, the building quieter than ever.
Caleb doesn’t know how, doesn’t know why, but the Entity isn’t here, the telltale humming of its enormity long gone from the surrounding area, and it is with this that he realizes he’s back at Hellshire, back where he had been taken. He turns to his side, starts to say something when he stops, his gaze locked onto the air at his shoulder.
Your ever-constant presence isn’t there, isn’t with him, and Caleb panics. He tears through the Penitentiary, tears through each and every cell, each and every room, calling out your name desperately, pleadingly. With each passing moment of silence, he grows more restless, more frantic, and he has turned every room, every nook and cranny upside down when he falls against a bench, his harpoon gun clattering against the floor as he holds his head in his hands, strands of platinum blonde brushing past his shoulders, framing his face like a dimming halo.
You’re not here. Caleb digs his nails into his eyes, into his skin. You’re still there, still stuck.
He’s lost you, and there was no getting back. A lonesome crow caws from above as the man wails, his cries echoing throughout the abandoned halls of Hellshire.
Kazan “The Oni” Yamaoka
It only takes a moment for Kazan to realize he’s somewhere else, somewhere familiar. He rises from his knees, snow crunching beneath him as he surveys the surrounding area. A stone mill looms behind him, forgotten, and he remembers, remembers the farmers. Remembers the pain, the wounds upon wounds they inflicted upon him. How he died on the stone floor, and how he awoke in the Realms.
Kazan spares the mill a passing glance before he turns his attention towards the sleeping town ahead, its streets long abandoned. Had you been at the mill, he would have known, and as such, he surmises that you must be in the town (because, where else could you have been?).
As the demon nears the street, something foreign settles into his stomach and he pauses, the feeling creeping upwards. He doesn’t understand, doesn’t want to, and he moves forward again, watching the buildings with practiced eyes. You’re going to jump out at him, going to leap upon his back to frighten him. It’s not going to work (it never does), and he continues to brace himself as he continues.
Yet, as he nears the end of the street, Kazan’s strange feeling crawls into his throat, his eyes glazing over behind the mask. He stops at the end, his silhouette alone against the snowfall, and it is then that Kazan realizes he is afraid. You’re not here, you’re not going to jump out at him and into his arms, not going to cling to him as you both make your way home.
Kazan stands still, stands rigid, and the snow continues to fall.
David King
Something hard presses into David’s back and with a groan he opens his eyes, raising a hand to block the incoming light from completely blinding him. Once his eyes have fully adjusted, he looks upwards, the beam from the street lamp a stark contrast against the black night sky. It takes a few seconds, and David’s eyes are closing again, his mind already planning for the next trial ahead–
The street lamp wobbles slightly as David lunges upwards, his fists wrapped tight around the pole as he looks at the object in awe, in disbelief. Surely this is a trick; surely, this is a new realm the Entity has created.
And yet, nothing happens; no killer stalks around the corner, no generators in sight, and no hooks. A strangled sob chokes itself out as David grins, wild and unashamed, as the familiar setting finally clicks, finally settles in. He relishes the moment before dread settles in, before fear crawls upwards.
Something is horribly wrong, and a deep set ache spreads, seeping into the very tips of his fingers.
Where are you? David turns to and fro, analyzing the surrounding area. You’re nowhere to be seen. Bile rises, a wild, primal emotion kicking in as he grows desperate, tearing apart bushes as he searches.
Where are you? Someone rests a hand, someone familiar, yet David can’t see, can’t hear, and the hand grips him tightly, faint cries of his name reaching his ears as he thrashes, animalistic.
The dread finally sinks its claws in, and David’s question is answered. You’re still there, without him. And he’s here, without you.
Something in him snaps and a gross, awful sound tears from his throat as he falls downwards, onto his knees. The hand reaches again and alarmed, David bites hard, spit and blood mixing as screams split the air, both his and someone familiar.
He has to get back. He has to go get you. He can’t do this without you.
Sally “The Nurse” Smithson
Sally blinks her eyes open, a strange, alien floor beneath her as she stirs, rising onto her side. The cold floor of an ambulance greets her finger tips, the steel hard and unforgiving, and she wonders how she fell asleep here, so far from her own realm. Yet, the trees from outside tell a different story, as these are tall and imposing, much like the ones close to her old work.
The realization comes slowly, dream-like, and a sadness washes over the nurse, her form small in the long-abandoned vehicle. She remains there a moment before crawling out, her feet pressing onto the forest floor as she stands. She startles, sinking herself further into the ground as she realizes she is standing, not floating. Elation runs its course and she hops around, digging the soles of her feet into the earth below. Yet, once her joy has sobered, something rises in her, something wrong.
Sally turns around, facing the overturned ambulance. She treads slowly, cautiously, and she presses the palms of her hands against the metal, peeking her head into the vehicle. There is no life, not a sound, and fear leaps up her throat as she rips herself away, her movement erratic and distraught as she howls, your name tearing from her as she begs, cries.
You don’t respond. How could you? You can’t even hear her, Sally realizes. Shivering, the nurse collapses to her knees, her arms wrapped around herself as she weeps.
First, Andrew. And now you. She can almost hear the Entity laughing, a deep, faint chortle far away as she wails, alone again.
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A cheerful hymn
"Jareth X reader who sings under her breath while working or out loud if she thinks she’s alone, and Jareth hearing her for the first time"
I'm making this one gender neutral just so everyone can read!! Also Y/N is a writer hehe
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I sat alone in my room tapping my pencil on my desk trying to come up with a good concept for my next novella. I write these small books for the goblins, as I'm quite fond of them and they need a break or two every now and then to do things on their own. But now, I've hit a wall in my mind. I just can't seem to create a solid plot anymore. I started to hum a small tune out of boredom just to fill the silence. It slowly turned into a little song after a while. I sang quietly, under my breath so Jareth couldn't hear from his throne room. I was embarrassed of my voice. His was so gorgeous I didn't want him to judge me.
"Y/N?" Jareth said as he walked into my room. I was startled because I was rather lost in thought when he suddenly walked in. Luckily I stopped singing before he could hear.
"Sorry, uh... You startled me a little, what is it, honey?" I asked.
"I just wanted to come in and say hi. You look tired, need a break?" He replied. God, he was so sweet.
Looking back at my blank paper I've been staring at for the past hour, I decided he was right.
"I suppose I do need a break. I'm not getting any writing done." I sigh as I get up out of my chair and take Jareth's cold and slender hand.
-- time skip --
I whistled as I organized all of my pens and pencils which were skattered across my pale white desk. Jareth was out running errands so it was just me in our castle. As I cleared my desk, I started to sing a little tune I had written for one of my books. It was a cheerful little hymn and I sung it louder and louder without even noticing.
I continued singing when I heard a soft knock on the door. I abruptly stopped and opened the door. It was Jareth.
"I heard you singing." He purred. He flashed you a smile before hugging you closely.
"Oh, lord I'm sorry you had to hear that... I'm certain I was off key or something." You blushed.
Jareth broke the hug briefly and held your shoulders, looking you right in the eyes. "Now what do you mean? That was a stunning little song you were singing. Why don't you ever share your talents with me?"
"Well, you know, your voice is just so beautiful and well, compared to yo-"
He shushed you.
"Don't talk like that, star. Your singing voice is just as magical as mine. I would love to sing with you. Whenever you like. Now, don't be shy, finish your number."
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The end!!
Please give me more requests I'd love to answer them 🩷🩷
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