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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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How would your horror/slasher faves take care of you when you're sick? 🥺 (I know you've done a cheering up hcs before but maybe this is a lil different ^^)

Get well soon!! Take care of yourself <333

THIS IS SO SWEET! Thank you! ^^ <3<3<3 I hope you're doing better too with your life stuff or at least you will be very soon ^^

I took this opportunity to be super super self indulgent! XD 😅

Horror Villains x Reader || Headcanons +Imagines at the Bottom

Topic: Taking care of you when you're sick ^^

Includes (For HC's): Jim Bickerman and Otis B. Driftwood. Included (For Imagines): Bo Sinclair, Chucky Lee Ray, Drayton Sawyer, Freddy Krueger and Jeffrey Hawk/The Clown. (They aren't in this order, sorry 😅)

Warnings: Otis fucking Driftwood (Meaning nasty smut hc's and a liiitle dub con)

Jim Bickerman:

If you get really clingy when you're sick like me (Opposite to me when I'm healthy 😅😅) he is absolutely on board with that XD Honestly he loves having you sticking close to him, going to him for warmth, laughing a little too easy at dumb jokes, listening intently to whatever he's saying... he eats it up. You're like an adorable little puppy dog, hangin' onto him. He'll almost be disappointed when you get better and don't act like that anymore 😅😅😅

"... Do you need help gettin' changed? I'm happy to help y'out pumpkin, really! Ul-ulterior motive?? No... "

Usually he's a frozen meal kinda man; he's probably got a freezer just packed full of pizza's and little microwave meals, and the most gourmet thing he 'cooks' regularly is campfire sausages in the backyard- but he knows how to make chicken soup and mash some potato's and that's his first duty when you wake up sick as a dog.

You get to wear one of his flannels when you're sick (:(:(: Its big and thick and probably smells like spilled alcohol.

He's probably gonna get himself sick too because he can not stay away from you. He'll be sat next to you most of the time- watching tv with you and entertaining you, eating soup with you, having tea with you, napping with you- basically, this is not your sickness. This is both of y'alls sickness 😅😅😅

"Here, this'll help. Promise ya."

"... That is a bottle of bourbon."

"Exactly." *Shakes it in your face*

Otis B Driftwood (NSFW mostly)

You think a little bit of snot is gonna deter this freak man??? Uh, no. He's still going to try and fuck you if he can swing it. You look so fucking cute with your sore, sore red nose from wiping so much, the bags under your eyes are sexy as hell to him, and you're moving so damn slowly... you think he isn't gonna take that as an opportunity?

So yeah... he is actually quite into you when you're sick. And he'll probably exhaust you to the point that you'll be sleeping a lot and get through this much faster then usual!

He will kiss you, full on the mouth with a foul amount of tongue (Lets see if we can soothe your throat, baby), so I hope his immune system is good.

He is happy to just warm his cock in you while you sleep, or lay there and babble because you're half really unwell and halfway to an orgasm at the same time. You're just so fucking cute.

He is also happy to eat you out/blow you and overstimulate you for hours. What?? This way he wont get sick himself! Isn't that better, you gross, diseased little slut?

Otis also doesn't shy away from mess (Obviously), so if you have tissues everywhere he's not gonna look at you sideways or anything ^^ Which is such a load off my mind, at least! ^^

He's not gonna make you something good to eat, but he's not a total animal- especially when he gets older. He will make you a cup of tea, and you better like it XD

You need a ride to the bathroom? Otis will haul you on his shoulder the whole way and set you down right on the toilet seat 😅 You need someone to hold you up in the shower? Otis is on it- he needs a shower anyway.

+ Imagines

Another one who does not give a damn how 'gross' you might be when you're sick is Jeffrey/the clown. He'll have you set on his big lap snoozing against his shoulder or sniffling and coughing into tissues while he messes around with different potions in his trailer, just keeping you warm and comfortable there. He says if you can put up with him coughing and hacking all over ya all the time he can damn sure handle you're adorable fucken self whimpering into his shoulder all day.

If you tend to have bad dreams when you're unwell due to your fever like I do: Imagine frowning in your sleep, pressing your lips together in a tight line as the scenes in your head just replay or get worse the harder you try to get rid of them or distract yourself. But there's immediate relief as soon as Freddy enters your dream. Just his presence is comforting to you ^^

Imagine convincing Drayton to come to bed with you instead of back to work. It takes some convincing, but its no secret he likes you more then anyone else in the world- literally- and he gives in after a while. He gets back in, fully clothed, and delicately but purposefully gets in close so you can cuddle up to him, sayin 'just for a couple minutes okay??' very sternly, before he falls asleep to you stroking his surprisingly soft hair.

Imagine sitting on a bench in Bo's shop while he works, slowly just making your way through a roll of toilet paper there because you just couldn't bear to be away from him- even if he was paying little attention to you. Imagine him, though, taking a break eventually and standing between your legs, his hands warm on your thighs, to ask you how yer goin, doll?

Chucky's conscious of your illness and does not want to get it, but he'll sit out on the ground on the other side of your bedroom door and talk to you through it. Ask you if you're alive still, talk about whatever goes through his head just to hear you hum in acknowledgement, play 20 questions while he fiddles with a lighter... that kind of thing. And he'll also cook you some soup later (He's just an asshole- not an incompetent asshole).

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diejager · 9 days

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Joyce, can we have headcanons regarding that sicko bastard known as Jeffrey Hawk aka The Clown? I ADORED that thing u said about him having a dad bod ❤️❤️

*Hands you an ordinary Ultra Ball as a gift*

Oddballer, you’re asking a lot from me, aren’t ya?? That man is just so big and filthy that I’m sure he smells.

The Clown NSFW Headcanon

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, drinking, blood, gore, amputation, clown stuff, manhandling, gas/hazing??, tell me if I missed any.

Once a young and athletic kid, building his body to fit a certain way to help him ease through all the hard labour he did, now it his under a warm layer of fat, thick and heavy, bulging over his belt and breast round and soft. He might’ve had some difficulty to run, ambling or striding across the fields with a slow and taunting skip to his step, menacing while he hit the cork of his bottles and shook his special concoction. It made him all the more terrifying, slow and comfortable in his walk, strategic and strangely familiar with every type of hunt, ears keenly aware of the screams and pants of survivors, hungry for the dopamine those pained sounds gave him —especially yours.

His special bird, the first he’d every wanted to keep, locked away from the other killers and survivors alike, chained to his carney’s caravan by the ankle, bloody and filthy just to his liking. It brought back memories, favourable ones, his first successful hunt, catching a little robin in his hand, the soft and pretty red plumage picked and broken, but you weren’t something he wanted broken.

He liked the fire in your eyes, the fearful and spiteful glare you sent him when he cornered you in the chosen realm, snarling at him like a feral creature. While he hated doing unnecessary work, abhorred the thought of you losing the flare in your being, taming such a wild cat was rewarding by itself. If he could tame you enough to be able to hold and touch you without too much fight, but keep your temper, it was a win-win in his mind. There was nothing more he hated than a husk, a shell of a broken man to keep as a pet.

He took brave and foolish alike, young or old, nothing was off the table for him, all he needed was the true part of them, a finger to remember his exploits and victory, throwing away the part he deemed trash —fake. He could smell it from their bodies and figured that the hands - fingers - were the truth, a part that showed the person’s life, deeming it a satisfactory boon for him conquest, but you, all parts of you sang a different story to good ol’ Jeffrey Hawk. A true treasure to keep intact.

While he would love to keep you to himself, a little bird that would sing to him every day with snapping teeth and kicking feet, he wasn’t as favoured by her as other killers were, almost forgotten to his dirty little corner of the forest in his bloodied and smelly caravan, fingers littering every flat surface and beer bottles stacked or rolling across the floor. If he had such a favour, he would keep you in a comfortable corner, placed over a sullied mattress with blankets stacked over it, keeping you warm while he dressed you in his shirts, all browned and smelling of metallic blood and his musk.

It was thick and heady, mixing with a scent of alcohol and iron, age-old sweat and dirt. You’d complained about his stink, gagging and choking on the many times he cornered you, pressing himself against you to feel and smell you under his grasp. Nose buried in your hair and arms pulling you to his front, your back arching by the neck against the solid mass of his stomach, soft and pudgy if it wasn’t for his rough clothes scratching your tender skin.

It brought tears to your eyes. Be it from the stench of him and his intoxicating tonics, or his wandering hands, slipping under your shirt until it rode up, removing a piece of protection from his hungry eyes, he loved watching you cry. Call it a recreational hazard from his job, tears and wails were just a part of his duty under The Entity’s guidance, but he simply adored your pretty tears, pearly things rolling down your cheeks and your cute sobs filling his lecherous ears.

You don’t know how much it affected him, the pout when you bit your lower lip in frustration while you struggled against him, the squirming that riled him when he had you in his arms, and your spitfire-like tongue, hurling every insults under the sun at him. It stirred something deep in his guts, a dark pleasure bubbling from his loins, fattening the growing hardness between his leg. He easily got worked up by you, the solitude of his lifestyle and the starvation for any kind of touch led his to drool and hunger for it.

Your skin against his, soft and beautiful, bending easily under his kneading hands, his rough and bloodied glove as forced you on his lap, seated still to let him lap and suck at your small fingers. His tongue curling around your index, thick and lithe, and suckled in his warm and wet mouth while his tongue felt around, drool running down your wrist. He lost himself in these moments, aroused out of his mind and huffing hot breath against your disgusted face.

He liked your reaction —he liked any reaction you gifted him. He savoured each and every one, your gleeful ones, your sorrowful ones, your frustrated one, and your painful ones. He drank it all up like the drugs and alcohol he found pleasure in, gorging on you like an addict would. You were his new addiction, his new drug and dependence. And he hungered.

#x reader #dbd smut #dbd survivor #dbd killer #the clown #jeffrey hawk #dbd the clown #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight smut #Dead by daylight the clown #The clown x reader #tw: dark content #dark content #dead dove do not eat #tw: dub con #tw: non con #blood and gore

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slashersgostabbystabstab · 9 months

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Request Rules

REQUESTS CLOSED

I will try to be as simple as I can about this ^^

I only ask that you please keep requests as vague as possible when it comes to the reader. My goal is to try and make every fic as neutral as possible so mostly everybody is able to put themselves in the situation at hand. If you would like something specifically catered for you then please ask about commissions/special requests.

BUT! I would prefer something other than "HCs for [X]" because at that point I don't know what you want ^^'

I would appreciate if a prompt is what you ask for, give me a story to write you. (I'll accept something like a reader who is clingy, has glasses, etc., but not a reader with specific hair color, body type, etc.)

That means that every reader I write for is gender neutral and I will provide no description for any of them UNLESS the sitution really calls for it(but thankfully I find my way around things).

The only non-gender neutral part would be in NSFW fics where I will typically write a reader with female genitalia. However, you can always request for the opposite(the reader will be gender neutral no matter what)

Characters I will NOT write for(sorry I have my personal reasons and it's really because these characters make me uncomfortable):

Freddy Krueger

Anybody from TCM

Kenneth Chase/Jeffrey Hawk (The Clown)

Ji Woon Hak (Trickster)

Billy Lenz

Characters I will not write for romantically/sexually because they're underaged(so you can request them but platonically please)

Billy Loomis + Stu Macher

The Entirety of the Legion

Things I will NOT write:

Dub Con + Non Con + Assault

Match Ups

Incest

Minors as can be seen previously

Specific readers as can be seen previously

Nothing discriminatory

Things that kind of lead into yandere territory(I know I know, these are KILLERS we're talking about but there is a limit even then)

Cheating (UNLESS it's about a character that is not the reader or character in question)

Abuse (UNLESS it's brief mention of something in the past, or anything that does not involve the character in question doing so to the reader and vice versa)

Abortion + Child Birth (Pregnancy + Parent Scenarios are okay!)

I mostly just wanted to detail what I will not be writing for and I'd rather not annoy with what I will do because I'm pretty open to anything that does not have to do with these things. If you have any questions please do not hesitate to ask, I don't bite! But the slashers might~

#request rules #dbd x reader #killer x reader

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trashyslashers · 3 years

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Hey, can I request killer reader who collects eyes from their victims x the Clown?

Also I hope you have a nice day!

Apologies this took so long, anon - I had to brush up on his lore because it's been awhile.

Hope you enjoy!

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【 Kenneth "Jeffrey Hawk" Chase | The Clown x Killer!Reader who collects the eyes of their victims 】

It's a hobby Jeffrey respects, regardless of what body part it is (though, in his mind, his finger collection will always be superior).

Hell, I can see Jeffrey feeling almost a little bit competitive. Who has the larger collection? The best variety? He isn't typically competitive, but the collecting of body parts was, prior to your arrival, his shtick.

It is, though, what piques his interest in you from the get go. He's good at observing; hell, he usually prefers to stay off to the side and observe as opposed to really doing much interacting, so he'll catch himself on occasion watching you from far off as you look over your collection.

Depending on your relationship (acquaintances? friends? partners?), I could see Jeff on occasion maybe, maybe, going out of his way to grab you a particularly nice looking eye from a Survivor if he's in the right mood and feeling generous. He typically doesn't like doing any more work than necessary, so seriously - it's a very sweet gesture of him. He knows how to be careful; a certain level of care is needed to properly remove a finger without potentially damaging it, and you might be surprised at how gentle and precise he can be.

Probably the only one in the Fog who'll really appreciate your collection, aside from maybe Danny or one or two others. Jeffrey is far from being a very talkative guy, but in a good mood he'll be fine listening to you tell him the story behind each eye or why that one in particular caught your eye.

I can see Jeffrey, well into your relationship (regardless of what type), perhaps even gifting you a surprisingly well cared for box for them. Polished, smooth wood that's pretty to look at in the light of the Killer's campfire, with a soft interior lining. He won't say where he got it from, but he knows that if you're anything like him, you'd prefer a proper way of storing your prizes.

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fandom-go-round · 4 years

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Which killer from dbd would have way to fun chasing they favourite survivor and have fun with them.

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Torture, Implied Non Con,

Trapper doesn’t like to chase as much as he likes to drive survivors where he wants them. Nothing is more fun for him than chasing someone into a trap, their scream covering up his own satisfied chuckle. He likes it even more when it’s you because your screams always sound the best. Evan loves to trap you and then sling you over his shoulder, not heading towards a hook. Maybe, if you’re good this time and suck him off, he’ll take the trap off your leg first.

Clown loves to see survivors scatter, gas curling into the lungs of unsuspecting prey. He likes you the most, watching as your hands glide between the pistons of a generator. The moment you start to cough he gets hard, trying to grab you as quickly as possible. He doesn’t know if he wants you to choke on his cock or have you jerk him off but he’ll figure it out once he catches you.

Ghostface loves the stalking the most. To watch people without them knowing is his biggest joy and he does everything he can to get away with it. He would have been devastated if he didn’t have his camera but things are a lot more interesting this way. He has an entire collection dedicated to you; everything from normal things to you hanging from hooks. The next time you’re hanging from a hook he might take his time with you; nothing looks better than you stretched out around him.

Michael prefers to watch before the chase, categorizing every move and slight of hand. He wants to predict his prey’s movements before they happen and he can only do that by watching. He never gets tired of you; your movements fascinate him and he has a hard time predicting what you’re going to do. His favorite thing to do is yank you through windows, pushing you against the wall to have his way from you.

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slashthedice · 4 years

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Would you mind posting some headcanons for The Clown? NSFW if you would, probably some S/M just based off his character.

I told y’all I would supply more clown content eventually.

Kenneth definitely has some voyeuristic tendencies. He likes to watch you masturbate when you think no one is around. He wants to see the way your body reacts to your touch, and the look on your face when you cum.

He watches porn frequently from his little collection of VHS tapes. He likes to envision himself doing all those wonderfully awful things to you. He likes the thought of how you’d look all tied up with the rope chafing your soft skin. The thought of your flesh bulging form between the ropes and knots leaves his mouth watering.

He has a special blend of chemicals reserved just for his alone time with you. He loves when you’re high and giggling, completely out of it. He doesn’t mind if you’re out of it, in fact he prefers it. You’re much more compliant and he can try any and all of the things he has planned for you.

#Kenneth Chase #kenneth chase x reader #The Clown #the clown x reader #jeffrey hawk #jeffrey hawk x reader #smut #asks #anon #dbd #dbd headcanons

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miss-mori · 4 years

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Can I get uhhhhhhhh, hcs for Bubba, Kenneth n Brahms with a clingy and handsy S/O. They love having their hands all over their boys as much as possible, ESPECIALLY with the plush middles. Even going as far as sneaking grabs and embraces at the most inopportune times. (ie murder)

You absolutely can!! I hope you enjoy

Bubba

Bubba absolutely adores that you love clinging and hugging on him as much as he does you.

As far as Bubba is concerned, any time is cuddle time!

Unless he’s working!! He’s so worried that you might get hurt!! He loves your hugs and cuddles but your safety comes first!!! Not only are his tools dangerous but he can’t predict what the meat will do! cuddles come later.

If he has to deny physical affection from you he’ll always come to find you as soon as he’s finished with work. He feels so bad telling you no so he’ll try to give you extra love now!

Bubba loves when you give a little extra attention to his tummy it makes him feel more confident about it!!

Kenneth

I’d say he’s the only one who leans more towards “tolerating” the clinginess. He still loves it, he’s just a busy man. Places to go, people to kill, fingers to collect.

He might let you convince him into a cuddle while he’s working if his victim is sufficiently bound, gagged, and drugged.

However, he prefers saving your loving embrace for a reward after he’s successfully finished his work.

Kenneth is definitely more receptive and even reciprocates when he hasn’t chosen a victim, but once he has his eyes set on someone he’s all business.

Brahms

Brahms wants you all to himself, he’s very opposed to other people in his home with you both, so you have all of his attention.

This is possibly the neediest boy on earth, he will gladly embrace almost any type of affection you want to give him.

Just like with Bubba, any time is cuddle time. The difference is Brahms has no obligations other than receiving attention from you.

Bedtime cuddles are a must!!

There are very rarely times when Brahms doesn’t want you to touch him, but if he decides he’s too preoccupied with something to divide his attention he will absolutely sass you and be a brat about it.

He doesn’t mind extra tummy attention, just absolutely no tickles!! He will pout for what seems like forever if you tickle him. He’s very particular.

#slasher imagines #slasher x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer imagine #leatherface x reader #leatherface imagine #kenneth chase x reader #kenneth chase imagine #jeffrey hawk imagine #jeffrey hawk x reader #brahms heelshire imagine #brahms heelshire x reader

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semiweirdshipper · 1 year

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Killer reactions to a legally blind reader who had their glasses stolen from them during a trial. (Part one).

Notes: non-binary reader. Warnings for minor, non-graphic violence and injuries.

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Frank

He found your glasses by an unfinished generator and picked them up. Why were these here? Didn't you need them?

"David? David, give them back. This isn't funny." He heard you say from a distance.

Frank followed the direction of your panicked calls and soon found you stumbling along the trees, your arms out and eyes harshly squinted. Those imbecile team mates of yours must have stolen your glasses. Welp....

Time to give them back.

"Missing something?" He said teasingly, stopping behind you.

You gasped and whipped around, squinting your eyes and asking anxiously, "Who-whose there?"

"Oh, you know, just the delivery boy," Frank walked forward, grabbed your hand and swiftly placed the glasses inside. Then he stepped back and watched as you quickly struggled to put them on, your body going rigid when your eyes adjusted and you saw exactly who it was that returned your glasses to you.

Behind his mask, Frank smirked, amused by the expression of utter disbelief, shock and fear on your adorable face. You were frozen, unable to move as you stared at him as if waiting for something to happen.

He took a few steps closer to you causing you to flinch and whimper in fear. "Shouldn't I get a 'thank you'?" He asked, tilting his head expectantly.

You nodded quickly, saying in a mixture of fear and gratitude, "Th-thank you... very much."

Hmp. Man, you were cute. Frank lifted his hand out, grabbed an edge of your glasses and gently adjusted them. "You're welcome," He said pleasantly, brushing your cheek with a knuckle before turning away to resume the trial.

Caleb

He saw your glasses fall from Meg's hand when he shot her, and he picked them up a few seconds later wondering why she had them in the first place. If he heard correctly, you couldn't see anything without them. So why did Meg have them?

Caleb found out the answer when he saw you struggling to work on a generator. When you heard his footsteps, you anxiously stood up and asked, "Meg? I-is that you? Please, give me my glasses back, I need them."

"Oh, thems 'yir' glasses I got 'ere?" Caleb couldn't help but to tease.

He watched with a chuckle as recognition and then horror bloomed across your face, and you gasped brokenly, turning away to try and feel for an escape. But you were boxed in by the generator, the pillar, and him.

With no other alternative, you hunched in on yourself, shaking in fear while awaiting whatever horrid torment he had in mind for you. "Well hey now, don't go gettin' all scared on me," Caleb set his gun down and stepped closer to you, "Ya want yir second eyes back?"

You whimpered, nodding nervously, "Y-yes... Please?"

"Hold still then," Caleb examined the glasses before going to gently slide them back onto your face. He stayed standing in front of you, eager to see your reaction, "There. That better for ya, sugar?"

He watched as you touched the glasses as if they were a foreign object, your lashes fluttering as you look at him with awe and disbelief. "Thank you," You whispered so softly he barely heard you.

Caleb snickered playfully, leaning closer and mumbling lowly, "This mean I get a reward?"

Bubba

He saw you bumping into walls right after Jake took off sprinting in the opposite direction, and he muttered in suspicion while making his way towards you. At the sound of his chainsaw, you cried in panic and attempted to get away only to trip and fall down.

Bubba squealed in concern, immediately setting aside his chainsaw and hammer so that he could kneel down and help you back up. He chirped in confusion when he saw the lack of glasses on your face, your squinting eyes outlining your dilemma.

"Just kill me," You whined hopelessly, "Th-they took my glasses. I can't see... Just kill me, please."

They stole your glasses? What monsters! Bubba squealed loudly in remorse, his hands patting your back and shoulders as he guided you to sit against the wall. Muttering lowly, he caressed your head and patted your shoulder as a silent command to stay put.

Grabbing his chainsaw and hammer, Bubba took off in search for your glasses. He was angry, and it didn't take him long to kill people whenever he was angry. Within fifteen minutes he had slaughtered the other three survivors, retrieved your glasses, and returned to your side.

Bending down, Bubba carefully placed your glasses back on your face, grinning big in endearment. You were so precious! What Jake did was mean. He squealed, grabbing your hands and helping you up.

"Thank you, Bubba," You say gratefully.

Bubba squealed and hugged you, fondly nuzzling the top of your head. Then he reached down, intersected your hands and began guiding you down the hall. Let's go find you the hatch!

Jeffrey

He witnessed your glasses fall from Nea's hand when he threw her on the hook, and he picked them up with a raised brow. "Ya steal these from (y/n)?" He asked in a dangerous tone.

Nea's answer didn't satisfy him, and let's just say she ended up eviscerated. Afterwards, Jeffrey spent a lot of time hunting you down, cursing when he couldn't find you.

Eventually, he did catch you hiding in a locker. When he wrenched the doors open, he took in the sad sight of you crying in fear and misery, your hands covering your face. "This ain't no way to greet ol' Jeffrey, is it?" He asked, licking his lips.

The way you sniffled and cried harder made him grunt in dissatisfaction. "Here," He nudged your glasses against your arm, "Put them on. Ya ain't no fun when ya can't see."

"Huh?" You blinked in shock, blindly grabbing your glasses and staring at him breathlessly, "You... You're?"

"Waitin' for some appreciation? Yeah, I think I am," Jeffrey huffed, standing back and watching as you slid your glasses on, looking at him shyly. God, you were delectable.

"Thank you," You nodded in visual appreciation, albeit still terrified, "I... I'm sorry they did that..."

"Ain't no reason apologizin' to me," Jeffrey coughed and allowed you enough room to exit the locker. "Besides... Who'd I be not to help my favorite little snack?"

You gasped when Jeffrey grabbed your hand and lifted it to his mouth, a shudder vibrating through you as he slid his lips across his favorite finger of yours. You blushed heavily, rushing away flustered when he let you go.

Herman

He saw you struggling to seal the wound on your shoulder and soon noticed that you didn't have your glasses. Rumor had it that you were legally blind, and every other time he encountered you, you always had your glasses.

Unleashing his mouth guards, Herman walked closer to you and asked gently, "Miss/Mr. (y/n), where are your glasses?"

"O-ow," You whimpered in pain after messing up patching your shoulder, your body shaking as you braced for an attack, "They were stolen."

"By who?" Herman stopped in front of you, setting down his weapon.

"Yui," You answer sadly.

"Here. May I help you?" Herman kneeled down, skillfully ignoring the Entity as he helped wrap your wounded shoulder. "I apologize for her misbehavior. Should I find your glasses, I will return them to you."

"Wh... Why?" You whispered, squinting your worthless eyes at him, "Why are you helping me?"

Herman didn't answer until he was done bandaging your wound, his eyes glowing pink as he gazed upon you, "What kind of man would I consider myself to be to take advantage of you in such a way?"

As your eyes went wide at his words, Herman stood, grabbed his weapon and briefly promised to return if he was successful in finding your glasses.

After about ten minutes when you were on a generator, Herman handed you your glasses and nodded at your thankful gesture before taking off in a different direction leaving you smiling warmly at his kindness.

Michael

He was in the distance stalking whenever he witnessed Feng steal your glasses and run off leaving you searching helplessly for anchorage. That no good traitor. She made the wrong decision treating you this way.

Leaving you be, Michael hunted down Feng and killed her. Once he realized that she didn't have your glasses, he went and killed the other two survivors but to no avail. Apparently none of them had your glasses.

On his way through the fields searching for you, Michael spotted your glasses broken and shattered on the ground. Guess he wouldn't be returning them after all.

Pinpointing your confused location, Michael marched up to you and peered down at your flinching, helpless figure. As soon as you realized that he wasn't going to harm you, you timidly asked, "Michael?"

Upon confirmation, Michael reached down and grabbed your wrist in a gentle but firm grip. You gasped and tensed up, but otherwise did not fight. "Wh-what's going on?" You whimpered, stumbling in whatever direction he led you.

Michael, unable to respond, simply continued to guide you to the hatch. Those insolent team mates of yours sure were quite the unreliable losers. He had fun killing them. It was a shame that you couldn't see. You might have liked the revenge he conjured for you.

Reaching the hatch, Michael let you go, smirking behind his mask when you grabbed his sleeve and bashfully said, "Thank you... Thank you so much."

#dead by daylight #slashers #fanfiction #reader insert #dead by daylight fanfiction #frank morrison x reader #caleb quinn x reader #jeffrey hawk x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #herman carter x reader #michael myers x reader #Legally blind reader #killers x reader #slasher fanfiction

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daughterofyeshuaa · 10 months

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Hi! May I request Max Thompson Jr., Jeffrey Hawk and Anna with a survivor reader who instinctively apologizes to them when she drops a pallet a tad too hard? She leaves her med-kit behind so that they can patch themselves up or (if they allow her to) she patches them up herself! Thank you and please don't feel pressured to write this if it's not your cup of tea! Have a lovely day 🫶🏻

Aw this is cute!

Max Thompson Jr

How cute? He was surprised and tried telling you that there was no need to apologise and that this is how it worked but to no avail. He got patched up with your help and you continued as normal. To be honest, he found you really cute!

Jeffrey Hawk

Adorable. Absolutely adorable. He just laughs as you put down your medkit. "Oh no need, honey, I'm fine" he'd smirk. "B-But are you sure?" you asked innocently. "Yeah, now let's continue" he said as he broke the pallet. You RAN, got the frick out of there.

Anna

Well that's cute. She'd nod at you and let you patch her up immediately. She'd pretend to be more hurt for extra attention and love from you.

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dbd #dead by daylight #Jeffrey Hawk #Jeffrey Hawk x reader #the huntress x reader #Anna x reader #max thompson jr x reader

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Oh my lord, I just saw a thing on Pinterest that said: Of course I cum fast- I'm a busy man. I have places to be.

And first of all- hysterical. 10 out of 10. This man will not be shamed.

Second of all, of course- Here are the Horror Men I think would abandon you after cumming themselves VS The ones that would never leave you high and dry like that (Indented):

Warnings: Orgasm denial, selfish fucking/loving

(Most of) These men in this post:

Animal The Cannibal: If Manny calls on him I bet he would go 😅 Sorryyyyy.

Billy Loomis: He likes the feeling of you cumming around him too much for that. Don't get me wrong- he is a pretty selfish lover. It's just that, part of his pleasure happens to come from yours.

Bo Sinclair: Nahhhhh. It's not that he's wanting to be kind to you- he just thinks it's a mark of a sissy if he can't get his lover to cum for him. It's for bragging rights.

Bubba Sawyer: Yeahh... sorry Y/N. If one of his brothers call on him he will ALWAYS go.

Candyman: Look, its not always!, so don't get me wrong- Daniel is a good lover. I'm sure he is. But at times he just... doesn't have the time 😅

Captain Spaulding: Sorry doll, he's got like 3 insane middle aged children running about not cleaning up their messes and he's gotta get on that shit XD

Chop Top Sawyer: If you've got his attention, which you certainly do if you're engaging in sex with him, then he's all yours. He's all for you.

Chucky Lee Ray: He's full of bullshit but he is also quite busy so... take this as you will.

Dr Suave: Ain't nothin' gonna keep him from the face you're gonna make sweet thing... (*Cough* Sweet talker)

Drayton Sawyer: GENUINLEY REAL BUSY!! He'd stay if he could!! Don't sulk though, he'll get pissy at you.

Freddy Krueger: Damn, you're waking up! Well- Goodluck!~ (This asshole)

Harper Alexander: This man is Buckman's bitch- he literally pimps himself out for him 😅 So... yeah... Maybe you could talk to Buckman? Ask him not to call on Harper during the hours of 5-8pm On Friday Nights please??? 😆

Inkubus: Not his style.

Jack Dante: It depends on where his head is. It's hard to keep him in one place for long- if he's got his head in the clouds, his show is on, or he's got 'work to do', he'll literally just take care of himself and then fuck off. (If you manage to hold his attention though he WILL go until you fall asleep and then be there waiting when you wake up again. Stamina for days, I swear).

Jason Voorhees: The chances are, if you've gotten Jason to engage in... the act!!... then its gonna be all about you, anyway. He might not want to cum. It's in his nature to take care of the people he loves, anyway. So it's kinda the other way around, here... but voluntarily.

Jedidiah Sawyer: Too sweet. Plus, without a family shooing him this way and that anymore, he's suddenly got so much more time on his hands! Haha.

Jerry Dandridge: If he's sleeping with you his full attention is on you, and very little will have to power to stop it.

Kieran Wilcox: I love the idea that this too-cool-for-school, bastard guy- has really bad stamina (: So (: Yeah (:

Leslie Vernon: This asshole 😅 He's like sorry sweetie, I have preparations to do, *Forehead kiss*, love you so much, see ya! (He's being genuine, too. This is not a line because he's being lazy or selfish- He gets tunnel vision something fierce).

Lester Sinclair: I swear he hates leaving you unfulfilled, he really really hates it, but sometimes he just needs a little something to keep him happy before going to see his brothers and he doesn't have time to take care of you. He will when he gets back!! He promises.

Max Grief: He just wouldn't wanna leave you displeased. He wants to make you happy (:

Mayor Buckman: This one genuinly makes me laugh XD This man, oh my lord. Someone will knock on the door and he'll be OFF- forgetting in his eagerness to be do Town Duties that he first has duties to you goddamnit!-

Mental Manny: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh what a dick. I'm sorry, but a dick appointment with Manny is just that- an appointment. And like any asshole with an appointment book he will decide once he's got what he wanted out of the transaction that oh, sorry, time is up! He has to go preach to some devotees for an hour. Bye sweetheart!~

Michael Myers: You just know he would. He does not care.

Mickey Altieri: Just not a selfish lover. It's equal with him.

Midnight Man: He might think its a game... 😅

Monty Hewitt: Well fuck, who knows what Hoyt might saw off him if he ignores him this time?? Please believe him when he says he wants to stay though, he really fucking does.

Otis B Driftwood: 'I'll go around back and take control, like I always fucken do'- Otis has clearly got a complex for being the Big Man in Charge, yes. And this is part of the reason he will leave you high and dry... the other part though is him being a DICK.

Patrick Bateman: Like Michael, he doesn't care. You can finish up yourself while he gets his keto dinner started.

Pennywise: I feel like with Penny its marathon sex or it's nothin', so yeah you're gonna cum. Do not fear.

Rocco The Clown: No way in hell will anyone ever tear him away from you. Oh, no. He (And I) would like to see them try.

SHERIFF HOYT: BECAUSE HE'S SHERIFF HOYT. HE IS EXACTLY THAT PINTEREST QUOTE.

Stu Macher: Would also genuinely say that 😅 Will answer every beck and call of Billy's and so thinks he's a very busy man. Call him back though and he probably will listen to you. Sorry Billy.

Stuart Lloyd: Okay- this man has probably not had sex for a LONG time- if ever. So yeah- even the muse gets ignored during that time XDD 😅 He~ is~ desperate (:

DBD The Clown: Sometimes he's too tired, which is understandable I suppose, but the asshole part?? He giggles about it. I mean, after that he coughs because he has not taken care of his body, but first he definetly giggles =_=

DBD The Deathslinger: He ain't as young as he once was- you just gotta give him a moment to breath XD Usually. Sometimes he will just smirk at you and leave, though. Cuz he's an EVIL COWBOY.

The Djinn: Not his style- Part 2.

The Man: He just would =_=

The Taxidermist: Like Stuart he is has been very dry for a very long time and he is NOT about to mess up this chance.

Thomas Hewitt: I would say he's the same as Bubba... but Thomas is a little tougher. Unless Luda Mae tried to call him away... you're good. He'll always finish you off before answering anyone else. (And Luda Mae wants grandbabies too much to pull him away XDD )

Vincent Sinclair: Sex is a whole night with him. He will have planned to have the whole evening and through the night without an interruption, so you don't run into any problems like this ^^

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Nahhhhhhh. He's likin' what's going on here too much. Not even Otis on cocaine with a gun will separate him from you.

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diejager · 1 year

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[dark, fluff, yandere, nsfw(*), angst, request]

[The Ghostface | Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson]

Bunny* | collection - d

A little bunny caught Ghostface’s attention, curiosity and eagerness has led him to play with you.

Run, Rabbit Run! Part 2 Part 3| mini-series - d,y

You were his only survivor; you were the reason he moved states so often; you were the reason he took up the knife; he wants you again.

Lil' Mouse* | d

Danny has a little obsession about the new survivor.

Still Alive* | d,y

You can't take it anymore, you had to run, flee from Ghostface.

Public sex* | d Riding* Giving Head* | r

[The Executioner | Pyramid Head]

Obsession | d,r Pairing: Yan!Micheal/Pyramid Head x surv!reader

You’re somehow the obsession of not one, but two different monsters.

[The Pig | Amanda Young]

buff reader | f,r

[The Skull Merchant | Adriana Imai]

Chiaroscuro | d,r

Your paintings seem to connect her to you. She’s thankful for this fate.

[The Oni | Kazan Yamaoka]

NSFW headcanon* | r,f

[The Trapper | Evan MacMilan]

NSFW headcanon* | r,f

[The Clown | Kenneth Chase alias Jeffrey Hawk]

NSFW Headcanon* | r,f,d

[The Shape | Micheal Myers]

Obsession | d,r Pairing: Yan!Micheal/Pyramid Head x surv!reader

You’re somehow the obsession of not one, but two different monsters.

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roguesandsaviors · 3 years

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Negan Drabble

Another request for @anna-hawk , who this time gave me the freedom to do any character. I debated Gabriel from Good Omens, Cable from Deadpool, and Brock Rumlow from the MCU. In the end, went for Negan, since she had requested one previously for him. This is a little continuation of that previous drabble. The prompt was from the kisses list and it was #24, kisses for a cover.

You could have groaned, fighting the urge to throw your phone against the wall. You loved Lori Grimes but the woman was going to be the death of you. Both she and Rick seemed to think that they needed to find you someone to be with after a few miserable failed attempts on your own. Their choices had been even worse. Where they dredged up these so-called suitors was beyond you but you knew that you had to do something to get out of the upcoming dinner and quick. There was no chance that you were sitting through another stifling evening next to someone who would have no interest in anything you had an interest in.

You didn't know what to do about it. There wasn't a lot of time for you to get it sorted out and it wasn't like you had anyone you could call. There was an instant where you debated texting Negan. The problem was he was already busy tonight. Between a rock and a hard place, you couldn't take an illness. There wasn't any much that you could really do, as annoying as it was. With that in mind, you decided to move to get yourself ready for the evening.

Sitting at the bar, waiting for the other two to arrive, you were already helping yourself to a drink. It was what was going to help get you through this evening. You loved your friends dearly but sometimes their intentions, while good, were sorely misplaced. Nursing the drink, you tried not to let your misery show too much on your face, not needing anyone to say anything to you and risk having an issue with your friends.

"Y/N, I thought you were having dinner with the Grimes tonight." That was Negan's voice. Glancing up, you found yourself smiling despite the upcoming situation that you were stuck facing.

"And I thought you were busy out tonight, not at the local bar," you quipped back. He settled into the seat beside you.

"This don't look busy to you? I'm real fucking swamped right now." He chuckled and it brought a laugh out of you. "Date ended up standing me up but figured that I wouldn't waste the trip to the bar and enjoy some drinks. You meeting up with them here for dinner?" You nodded, sipping your drink.

"Yeah, and Lori has found me another one."

"Oh Christ. Is she ever going to quit?" Negan got himself a little more comfortable, leaning against the bar top, body angled towards yours.

"No, it doesn't seem like it. Hence," you lifted the drink. "I don't know what she is thinking when she picks them out. I mean, don't get me wrong, I appreciate the effort and what she is trying to do for me." It was a discussion that you had with him before, generally with a couple drinks or after a particularly horrendous blind date.

"Shit, I'm sorry sweetheart." He shook his head and rubbed at his chin for a moment. You cocked a brow in silent question but weren't able to say any more when there was a call of your name. That would be Rick and Lori. You shifted to get up, ready to give Negan a smile and a goodbye when you were pulled closer to him and into a surprise kiss. Caught completely off guard, you didn't do anything to fight against it. When Negan pulled back, he gave a wink. "Go with it."

"Y/N!" You jumped at the shout of your name and looked towards Negan. "Damn doll. You here with me at all?" He laughed as he moved to sit with you, Brutus at his heels and Carl following. You had all been playing out in the snow, the big goof of a dog loving to chase and catch snowballs while you were watching Carl for the Grimes. Seeing Negan play with the dog had started you on thoughts on how the relationship with your husband, at least the romantic aspect of it, had begun.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm here." You leaned over and kissed his cheek, realizing just how cold it was. That meant that you were going to need to get Carl inside and warmed up. "Just a little lost in thought is all." You promised him before turning to Carl, offering some hot chocolate to head inside. Negan wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close as you moved inside, choosing not to press what you had been thinking about. If it hadn't been for Rick and Lori in the end, you likely wouldn't have ended up with Negan, so in their own way, they did help tremendously.

#Negan #Negan x reader #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #Jeffrey Dean Morgan characters #the walking dead fanfic #The Walking Dead #anna hawk #my writing #drabbles #requests

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trashyslashers · 5 years

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Do you think you could do the jealousy prompt from before, but with Doctor, Clown, Michael, and Pig if possible?

Assuming I got the correct one…

Original prompt: Evan, Frank and Joey getting really jealous/possessive about their male!s/o when they see him talking to, laughing with, and having fun with the other male Survivors

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Herman Carter | The Doctor:

A jealous Herman is much rarer than an affectionate Michael, if we’re being entirely honest. Herman’s fairly confident in himself and the relationship - he knows that none of the other Survivors have even a remote chance of getting in between the two of you, and he trusts you around them.

It’s when you start spending more time around them than you do with him that he starts to feel funny about the situation. Praise is pretty big in your relationship with him; he’s quite a sucker for when you praise his intelligence. It’s when you start making mentions to him about some of the other guys in the realm that he gets a weird twinge in his heart - how strong David is, how mature and levelheaded Bill is in even the most dire situations. I wouldn’t say it hurts his ego or anything, but he definitely feels odd.

Herman has absolutely no qualms about being possessive. While he won’t go too overboard with it and will tone it down if you tell him to knock it off (gotta be a gentleman, y’know), the looks he’ll give you and the way he rests his large hand on your shoulder with a slight shake of his head when you’re talking about stuff you did with them communicates his feelings perfectly.

Jeffrey Hawk | The Clown:

To be entirely honest I don’t think he’d give too much of a damn. He accepted, long ago, that he was kind of a piece of shit and that you’d be much better off with someone else, so he doesn’t find himself too jealous or upset when he notices you spending more time around the other male Survivors. Sucks to suck, doesn’t it?

The only time I could really see him having an issue with it is if you started spending all of your free time with them, away from him. Sure, he gets you maybe not wanting to be with him all the time - but really? You were his boyfriend - didn’t it make sense for you to spend at least some time with him? He’ll bring it up in a way that makes it seem almost as if he’s joking - “What? Ya not like me anymore or something?” He gets mad - really mad - if he feels like you’re being harmed or taken advantage of, though.

While he can be and does get possessive, he keeps it super toned down, unless he’s in a pissy mood or something really sets him off. Jeffrey is a bit of a stalker - not nearly as much as Michael or Danny, but sometimes he’ll linger in the woods around your campfire and watch on as you interact with the other Survivors. His idea of possession is more so… secretly following you around to make sure none of the others try anything funny with you.

Michael Myers | The Shape:

Michael isn’t just jealous and possessive - he’s obsessive. It’s just a part of him. He obsesses over you in the sense that he follows you almost everywhere; it’s actually hard for other guys to talk to you because of how intimidating he is as he looms in the distance behind you. Of course, though, there are times that Michael is called to a trial and you aren’t - which gives you the opportunity to actually interact with the others without Michael scaring everyone.

Michael’s possession of you is almost akin to kidnapping; he has no problem with keeping you at “his” house on Lampkin Lane, or at least keeping you next to him in the woods around the campfire. If Michael feels he may lose you to someone else, he absolutely will not want you to leave his side.

He gets a kind of sick joy from killing - not sacrificing - anyone he thinks is trying to get too cozy with you during trials. He looks them right in the eye as he jams the knife deep into their stomach, much rougher than how he usually is. There’s some sort of odd joy found in knowing that you can see what he’s doing, too.

Amanda Young | The Pig:

Amanda absolutely does get jealous, and it’s an odd sight to see. Her jealousy is much more quiet and subtle - if she’s maskless it’s incredibly evident in her face; a silent anger in her eyes, she’s more silent than usual. Her jealousy is mainly aroused by when you seemingly blow her off (not that you’re actually blowing her off), when she feels like you’re starting to favor someone else over her.

Amanda has some horrendous trust issues, and while I wouldn’t say she has abandonment issues she definitely has her insecurities. Before she was taken by the Entity she’d witnessed that whole mess with John proclaiming his love for Lynn (for those that haven’t seen the movie, he hallucinated that a woman named Lynn was his wife, and he had told her that he loved her), and as she laid there dying she felt as if she’d lost everything - a feeling she’d be damned before ever subjecting herself to again.

Her possessiveness isn’t shown much towards you. Instead, she goes back to her old ways - making her games unwinnable. She tinkers with her RBTs and makes a select few of them unable to be disarmed. Those are placed on the Survivors that she deems are threats to your relationship. Even though they don’t do anything out of trials, she sure enjoys seeing the panic as they realize that none of the boxes around have the key that they need. They’ll learn their lesson soon.

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dweetwise · 4 years

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I'm hollering at these dummy thicc incidents with the reader and the killers, would Herman tell the others of these incidents or Pyramid Head would do sharades/sign language of how thicc the reader is and now every trial thicc!reader is in is now filled with constant teasing or flirting/wolf whistles from the killers?

[eyy thanks for the prompt! i wasn’t sure where to go with it and it ended up pretty weird, but here it is anyway!]

warning: although it’s portrayed in a light-hearted manner reader does technically get sexually harassed in this, so anyone who’s uncomfortable with it might want to skip this one

Killer thirst: Pyramid Head X dummy thicc reader /X various killers (crack)

“What the hell is wrong with your buddies lately!?” you complain to Pyramid Head. Ever since the two of your started officially dating, the others killers have been shamelessly thirsting after you in trials. The pyramid tilts in a question and he grunts inquisitively. ‘What did they do?’

“Where do I even begin?” you sigh in annoyance.

It started when you were minding your own business, peacefully working on a generator. There had been no sign of the killer and you were just starting to zone out in a daydream about muscular thighs covered by an apron, when you heard a nearly inaudible click. You’d glanced around in confusion before spotting Ghostface laying prone on the ground behind you, camera pointing up at your backside and taking photos of your ass from a lewd angle. The killer chuckled at having been caught as you took off in a sprint, but not before angrily kicking the camera from his hands.

The next trial, you were up on a hook and decided to attempt escape. You reached up to the hook, trying to pull your body weight up, back arching in effort and breasts jiggling from your heaving breath — when you heard a fucking wolf whistle. The killer, the Legion boy with a bandana, was looking at your efforts, leaning cockily against a nearby tree. “What the hell do you want?” you spat, glaring at the teen while still trying to struggle from the hook. The killer shook his head in amusement before doing a crude gesture with his hands, making you falter in surprise and your grip on the hook slip. What a brat!

You’d barely had any time to complain about the two masked killers to your friends, before you were whisked away and to a trial where you’d had to deal with the Clown. “Don’t run, pussycat! Come on over and give daddy some sugar! HUEHUEHUEUGGHH COUGH COUGH!!” The killer had been even more disgusting than usual, yelling obscenities while tunneling and camping you for all five gens. You found yourself almost missing the gross wheezing and coughing the killer normally did, as it was much preferable to whatever the hell this was.

When you’d faced Deathslinger the next trial, you almost already expected an inappropriate comment when he found you first. But he just chased and downed you normally—huh. “Gotta love a gal with some meat on ‘er bones,” the killer finally drawled when picking you up on his shoulder, hands squeezing your love handles. Ah. He just waited for the right moment. When the cowboy hoisted you up on a hook, he’d leaned closer than necessary, muttering a suggestive “Lemme know if yer ever itchin’ fer a ride,” in your ear before leaving to hunt your friends.

When you faced Freddy, you were already prepared for your inevitable doom. Sure enough, soon the perv had you slugged and was standing over you, looking awfully smug. “I’m you boyfriend now, honey cheeks,” he’d chuckled menacingly. “Not even close,” you argued, rolling your eyes. This crispy bacon twink didn’t stand a chance against your real boyfriend, buff as all hell and delightfully mischievous. You sighed happily at your daydream, tuning out Freddy’s incel monologue in the background. Soon enough, the last gen got done and you were up and running with adrenaline, leaving Freddy to bite the dust.

Your next trial was the Pig, and you’d felt elated. Finally a female killer! Your joy was short-lived though, as you were soon cursing out the Jigsaw boxes with a beeping reverse bear trap on your head. When you cut yourself on the damn thing again and had to remove your hands to start over, there was an unmistakable flick of a switchblade before you felt a warm, soft body pressing up against your back and a heartbeat blaring in your ears. “Let me help you with that,” the killer had purred in your ear, voice muffled by her mask. “Wouldn’t want to ruin such a pretty face,” she said, running a finger down your cheek. With her so close, the timer had paused and you were able to search the last box without the threat of your head getting split in half, which you could sort of appreciate.

The last trial you had was with Myers. Surely the taciturn killer would stick to killing you? It always seemed like his only interest in life was murder. He was running his no heartbeat build, which, not ideal but you’d take what you could get. It made you jumpy as hell and, wouldn’t you know it, the next corner you rounded he was standing right there and you nearly bumped into him. Myers raised his hand and you prepared for the stab — when he decided to grab your boob instead. You both froze and you should probably have been offended, but the way his hand just awkwardly rested on your breast was not sexual in the slightest. He tilted his head, giving the flesh a slight squeeze that made you squeak in surprise and goddamnit you were not above slapping him — when Myers recoiled away in disgust and did a complete 180, smacking face first into the wall in his haste to get away from you.

“That’s what happened!” you end your story, crossing your arms and looking at Pyramid Head demandingly. “So, do you have something to say? It seems awfully convenient they decided to perv on me as soon as we made this official!”

The pyramid turns away in shame.

“Babe. What. Did. You. Do,” you try again. There’s a sigh. And then he whistles and makes an hourglass shape with his hands. And then, to your mortification, he does an air thrust.

“Oh my God,” you mumble, burying your face in your hands in shame. Great, he told all the killers about your... assets, and that you’re sleeping together. But why would they approach you and risk his wrath? Unless...

“Did you tell them we’re dating?” you ask. Pyramid Head snorts, and points at... his crotch. Wow, eloquent. “Yeah, you told them we’re fucking, congrats,” you snark, rolling your eyes. “I don’t think they know that we’re, y’know, exclusive. Because they, or at least some of them, weren’t just teasing. They were definitely, uh. Propositioning me,” you clarify.

He’s silent but you can feel him tense up. Then he hums, demanding. ‘Which ones?’

“Uh. The cowboy at least. And that one Legion — actually, you know what, they were all really fucking out of line and need a stern talking to. Err, gesturing to,” you tell him.

To your surprise, he doesn’t just snort and keep cuddling you. He stands up, placing you gently back on your feet before squaring his shoulders and drawing his sword out of the ground, a dark energy radiating off him.

“... You’re not planning on talking, are you?” you ask warily. Not that you particularly care about the well-being of the killers who have murdered you countless time. If anything, it’s kind of hot that Pyramid Head wants to defend your honor like this.

He chuckles darkly, giving your shoulder an encouraging squeeze. ‘Let me handle this’. You watch your boyfriend leave to go find his friends, sword dragging ominously behind him.

#dbd crack #pyramid head x reader #pyramid head #ghostface #dbd legion #dbd clown #dbd deathslinger #dbd pig #freddy krueger #michael myers #danny johnson #dbd joey #jeffrey hawk #caleb quinn #amanda young #dbd fanfic #request #dweetwrites

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