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danny (ghostface) and frank (the legion) with a gn alt!s/o who doesn’t care in trials but is sweet on them (HCs)
anonymous asked:
Okok hi this is my literal first time sending in a rq I never asked a rq before to anyone so hopefully this isn’t much A
But I would like to rq a alt/goth/emo reader who really doesn’t care during trials but is a sweetie to their killer lovers that no one else sees, for frank and Danny?
-🐝🔪(SlasherBeenon)
not at all slasherbeenon! thanks for requesting and i hope you enjoy <3
danny “jed olsen” johnson - ghostface
danny fucking adores you.
he looooves your fiery personality
when he first met you and he just saw you leaning against the wall of killer shack looking completely unbothered, he casually just strolled up to you and asked, “you not gonna get on a generator?”
you simply shrugged and responded with, “i really don’t care.”
“oh? so you wouldn’t care if i gutted you like a fish then?”
“is that a threat or a promise?”
from that day on, danny always made it a point to mess with you in and outside of trials
why? because why not :)
post-relationship, danny’s even more of a tease than before
he says all types of shit to rile you up and boy do you fan the flames
frank morrison - the legion
honestly? frank vibes with you because he thinks you’re hot badass
you give no fucks? cool, he doesn’t either. frank only does things out of necessity.
when you two first met, frank spotted you rummaging through a chest near some metal junk
he charged at you with frenzy, fully ready to shank the fuck out of you
until you turned around and shone a beamer into his face
frank immediately snapped out of his frenzy, shouting a “what the fuck?!” at you
you laughed and dropped the flashlight back into the chest, “alright. i’m done, you can come hook me or whatever.”
once frank recovered, he simply stared at you before shrugging and following through with it
post-relationship, when you’re sweet on frank, he literally melts
sure, frank has his own quips and flirty moments, but this man is battling his heart
because you’re so damn cute when you’re soft
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hello everybody!!
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Hi hii~ I’m open for DBD themed requests <3 I'll pick and choose which ones I wanna do, but I need some ideas, so I figured this would be the way to go :] Feel free to include specifics if you want.
Any character/ship is fine, but my faves are Trapper, Doctor, and Meg ^^
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📸 CONFESSIONS [DANNY JOHNSON X GN READER]
A/N: this feels like it should be a fic but i don't wanna write so it's "headcanons" instead. i need this man.
WARNINGS: blood, slight violence, make out sessions.
TYPE: headcanons, gn reader, romantic
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Grass and dirt cover your backside as you're forcibly pushed to the ground. Sparks fly from the generator you were just working on, stuttering and smoking.
It was almost finished too. You look up to glare at the looming shadow on top of you. The Entity's choice of the killer for today was Ghostface himself, just perfect. You try to pry away from him but it's no use now, with your arms being pinned above your head to keep you from struggling.
"Oh, no no no! Can't have you scattering off again, now can we," Danny chuckles out while wagging his finger. God if you were able to move, you would punch this asshole so hard he would be out of commission for weeks.
He seems to notice your scowl and raises his knife to your throat, inches away from slicing. "Look how helpless you are. It pairs real nice with your pretty face," he says with a teasing tone of voice. You call him out, a smug grin plastered on your face as you point out the effects you must have on him. He must be head over heels for you if you're still alive and not on that dreaded hook.
Your taunting works as he grips his knife in anger. If only that mask was off, perhaps he was all flushed. Seems like your guess was correct.
"You're going to regret saying that, you little shit".
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☆- as much as he doesn't want to admit it out loud, he really is obsessed with you.
☆- you're the only survivor with both bark and bite, always coming back with remarks and teases. it drives him mad.
☆- danny tries so hard to push back the giddiness he feels when he sees you during matches.
☆- seems like the type to subconsciously go for everyone else and save you for last so both of you are with each other for longer (which he does).
☆- always likes to take pictures of you whether you notice or not. when you're working on a generator, helping your teammates, or simply just sitting at the survivor camp laughing and smiling at your friends. likes to string them up on the walls of his cabin to admire your wonderful looks.
☆- he can't tell whether it's some weird obsession or genuine love. he doesn't have much experience with those types of feelings so it's not the easiest to pinpoint. you guys are just going to be stuck in this little cat and mouse game if neither of you make a move.
☆- danny grows on you as time passes by. while you don't show your interest in the same way he does, you just like to play along with his games. he loves a challenge, so you'll give him one.
☆- despite witnessing how shocked and flustered he gets whenever you say something back to him, you can't help but question if he truly feels the same way. you'd think he would've made a move by now.
☆- it starts to get to you. you're tired of running around in circles and having your thoughts plagued with questions and wonders about what he feels, so you decide to take matters into your own hands.
☆- during one of the many matches you had against ghostface, you were the final one left. desperately trying to listen for that glorious low drone of the open hatch.
☆- you clutch your bleeding sides, palms stained red. an attempt to unhook dwight let to you being attacked by danny (he blows you a kiss right after).
☆- the hatch is in your sights now, exhaling a breath of relief as you make a run for your exit. before you can reach it, a knife is dug into your shoulder.
☆- you cry out as you stumble onto the floor, danny's laughter ringing in your ears. you hit the ground in frustration as you hiss in pain.
☆- he lowers himself to look you in the eyes all the while taunting you, reaching in his pocket to pull out his camera for another picture.
☆- perhaps it's time to throw your thoughts out the window, you think to yourself as you pull him down to kiss the mouth part of his mask. you hear him make a noise of surprise as he drops his camera and jumps off you.
☆- for once in his life, danny is at a loss for words. he brings a gloved hand to his mask, breath heavy and heart racing. he was so caught off-guard that he didn't notice you crawl into the hatch, ending the match while he stands there dazed.
☆- when you spawn back at camp, the others congratulate you for making it out on your own. a couple of them ask you how you managed get out, yet you can only mumble out that it was pure luck, hoping they don't see your flushed face.
☆- danny is no different of course. he immediately makes a beeline to his cabin to think about everything that happened, the kiss replaying in his head over and over. he falls to his knees and glances up at your photos, wondering how this moment ever came to be.
☆- it's complete radio silence from then on. you haven't gone against him for about a week and you didn't even catch him stalking the survivor camp like he usually does.
☆- you start to wonder if you went to far, guilt creeping up on your mind. maybe he didn't see you that way. this whole situation made you seem out of it and unmotivated, your fellow survivors questioning your state of mind.
☆- you decide to stay on the outskirts of the camp one night. the others are making idle chat around the fire while waiting for the next match to finish. you kick a pebble as you stare at the grassy earth, lost in your thoughts.
☆- suddenly, hands cover your mouth and eyes as you get dragged into the forest. you thrash around violently and swear into the hand to let you go but the perpetrator's grip never falters.
☆- soon enough, you're being dragged into a cabin in the depths of the woods. you get dropped to the floor, the wood creaking below your weight. quickly raising to your feet, you yell various profanities and questions at the kidnapper before stopping to see danny standing in front of you.
☆- his mask is nowhere to be seen, yet his face still remains hidden underneath his hood. fist are balled to his sides as you feel his eyes gaze into your own. you think it's time to apologize for what you did.
☆- before you could even muster a word, his lips are on yours. they're chapped but you can't bring yourself to care as arms wrap around your shoulders, pushing you against the wall. you stumble a bit at first but quickly return the kiss with the same desperation.
☆- tongues dance together sinfully as you both make up for lost time, hands grasping whatever they could find. you don't know how long it's been going on for, constantly taking breaks to catch your breath before kissing him again. but god, something deep in your mind begs it for it to never stop.
☆- the air is too hot for your liking as you pull away (holding back a chuckle in reaction to danny's whine at the loss of contact). even when you're this close to him, his face is never shown. you would ask to see, but perhaps that's for a later time when you gain more trust.
☆- he looks at you, eyes filled with hunger and adoration. you try your hardest not to look away in embarrassment, and instead stare back with lidded eyes.
☆- "i think i'm in love with you." danny finally breaks the silence in the air. you raise an eyebrow as if to ask "you think?"
☆- danny grumbles and turns his gaze to the side. "give me a break, things never got this out of hand." you're confused about what he meant but quickly realized he meant love in general. it makes sense to you, seeing his stalking habits and actual murdering sprees.
☆- you give him a warm smile, affirming him that you plan to help him through the roller-coaster of love. he rests his head on the crook of your neck in silent thanks as you feel the smile against your skin.
☆- yeah, you could say that he's into you.
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#📃 headcanons#💥 not a request#❤️ romantic#🔪 blood n' violence#dead by daylight x reader#dead by daylight x gn reader#dbd x reader#dbd x gn reader#ghostface x reader#ghostface x gn reader#danny johnson x reader#danny johnson x gn reader
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Idk if requests are off, I'm sorry if they are Q-Q. But could we get a "How they would react" kind of thing, to one of the other survivors tripping you mid chase to save themselves?
With M! Reader x your choice of killers
(maybe one of the killers being Wesker or Myers?)
Also, take as much time as you need <3
Personally I think I would’ve tripped myself. You can always check my pinned post to see if requests are open! Thank you so much for the request Anon! :)
Killers: Wesker, Micheal Myers, Ghostface, Trickster.
Cw: typical dbd violence, betrayal, lil bit of angst, wholesome stuff.
Wesker:
It was a standard last chase of the trial. You were just trying to make it to the exit gate.
It was just you and your injured teammate. You though you had this under control.
That was until your teammate tripped you and tried to make the final sprint.
Key word is tried.
Wesker was having non of it.
He would very quickly take care of the traitor.
He watched you slowly crawl towards the gate in a last ditch effort.
He would very calmly walk over and pick you up slinging you over his shoulder.
Of course you put up the best fight you could.
Until you realize that Wesker was surprisingly giving you mercy.
Don’t be fooled though he may be merciful but not for long.
You found this out when he just threw you out.
“Please be careful next time. I won’t be so nice if you fall for that trick again.”
Ghostface:
You were running away with all the energy you had and Ghostie was hot on your trail.
He almost had you that was until your teammate came out of nowhere.
The person was quick to realize what they had just done and acted just as fast.
They pushed you back into him.
Needless to say he was absolutely fuming.
How dare that piece of shit ruin the perfect chase he was having.
Not only did the asshole ruin the chase they also hurt your ankle.
“Here let me help.” You had to do a double take. A killer being nice to you? Huh?
He picked you up and placed you next to a gate.
“I won’t be so nice next time pretty boy.” You got head pats before he went off.
Trickster:
He was being particularly ruthless this trial not slowing down with his knives.
This resulted in everyone being on edge the entire trial.
You were just unlucky enough to be the dude he was chasing.
A glimmer of hope came when you saw one of your teammates ahead.
Though it was short lived when they hit you in the face with a rock.
You have to admit they had good aim.
But this most certainly did not fly with Trickster.
Your face was his to mess up how dare some bitch take his joy.
He completely ignored you and ran ahead knocking said bitch to the ground.
“Don’t worry song bird I’ll be saving you for last!” He says that like it’s good thing but hey maybe you’ll get out.
Micheal Myers:
You fucked up.
You’re dumbass let him get to tier 3 and your last teammate was pissed.
So pissed off that they kicked you in the dick when you were being chased.
Micheal watched you roll on the ground in pain.
He didn’t really have time to waste and left you to take care of yourself.
A quick one two and the teammate was dead and you were alone.
You didn’t really put up a fight when he came back for you.
But to your surprise he pointed to where the hatch was.
He got joy out of your pain and you did help him accidentally.
He just thinks you did your job very well today.
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Could I request Charles from Dead Boy Detectives please? :>
hrhehehe HERE HE IS!!!!!!!! i'm watching it with my bf and a friend weekly right now heheheheh i am absolutely OBSESSED!!!!!! and am definitely gonna make some proper art for it 🥰🥰🥰🥰
#viks art#requests#charles dbd#dead boy detectives#digital art#artists on tumblr#peep the new colouring style sjdjdjs#maybe it lasts maybe it doesn't also i am so redoing edward i can't stand it sjdjdksjs
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If you want you could draw like. Danny Ghostface lifting the viewer up w his knife in the other hand. Like abt to stab them. Idk I think it’d be cool
no hatch for you
(sorry i took some liberties w/ the pose)
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haddie x yui? :3
Crack-ship request: Haddie Kaur x Yui Kimura
#dbd crack ship request#dbd crack ship of the day#Haddie Kaur x Yui Kimura#dbd#dbd fanart#dbd ships#dead by daylight#dbd survivor#haddie kaur#yui kimura#fun fact: Yui is one of my mains ;3
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PUSH ME TO THE EDGE
Ghostface x AFAB!Reader
Content Warning: Dub-Con, p in v, outside sex, Ghostface, heavy-ish nsfw, Ghostie is a prick he gets double warnings.
NSFW BELOW <3
Autumn, one of the most bearable seasons within the accursed Entity’s realm, or realms in all actuality. The crisp air, colorful leaves, hazy skies. It would be picturesque if not given everyone’s..circumstances. Especially your’s. Poor little thing.
“ Smile songbird! C’mon won’t you give the camera that award winning smile?” Danny all but cackled, his arm raised with that goddamn camera flashing with every still he took; he returned his attention to you, a squirming mess of wetness and need posed prettily in his lap, legs spread as he almost brought you to the edge once again. This sick cycle was maddening, torturous and fuck did you love it. You loved aching for him, needing him to bring you the simplest of things you could’ve easily brought yourself had he not spoiled you rotten.
“ I said fucking smile. “ Danny deadpanned, his tone flat, low.
Threatening.
A whine erupted from your throat as he retracted his fingers from your sopping cunt to force your chin upward, your wetness staining your cheeks as you gave the weakest smile one could muster, your lover shaking your head as he continued his degrading ramblings into the camera. You were far too dazed to care, simply nodding along with the occasional whine as his hand returned to its spot between your thighs. Your hips jerked as he lay a heavy handed spank onto your clit, Danny cackled, shoving his face into the nape of your neck, your were sure his stubble would leave some kind of mark by the end of this. Danny would leave you like this if he so wished, hell, maybe he’d fuck your throat until you couldn’t talk for the next few trials, or maybe he’d just rub one out, leaving his cum staining your face and an order to not clean it up. You’d do it, anything to keep him appeased, entertained. He brought you to heaven so many time despite being a creature from the deepest depths below Hell itself. A hand chosen by the Entity, graced and cursed alike with her favor and now here you were, a simple toy for him to play with in his downtime.
“ Get out of the pretty head songbird, I ain’t done with that pretty ass yet. “ Danny mused, his fingers a torturous pace by now, your orgasm ebbing away. A guttural whine of need left your mouth, this game had been going on for how long now? Hours? Days? Weeks? Time was such a fickle thing and he seemed to have enough of it to continue this. You could feel his hardness through the rough material of his pants, feel his sharp thrusts against your back every time you moaned his name.
He wanted you just as much if not more.
Danny smiled against your neck, the flush skin littered with hickies and bites alike, though his hand didn’t return to your cunt, instead he lay the cold tips of his fingers against your clit, soft circles leaving your already trembling legs twitching. He cooed sweet nothings, how this was the only way you’d be cumming tonight, his sweet, obedient little girl.
His songbird
The circles turned into slaps, ever the sadist Danny was.
“ Oh dove don’t tell you you thought I was fucking bluffing? “ that earned an especially hard slap, lurking forward as you cried. Fat tears slipping down your face. Oh you sweet thing, always so plaint and ready for anything he throws your way.
So needy, so sweet. It’s a shame really it is. Such a sweet dove doesn’t deserve to be treated this way, but you wanted this. Wanted him. Now here you were, going through this endless cycle of need as the leaves and twigs dug into the back of your thighs. The cool air leaving your already sensitive and bitten nipples pebbled. Your wetness dripping down your thighs and onto the ground below. The scent of sex, Danny, so heavy and thick in the air one could cut it with a dull knife. Yes. Yes this is what you wanted, The excitement, the depravement, oh gods above this is what you’ve dreamed about. Your dull life now filled with as much excitement as one could need. Now all you need to do is hold it. Hold it and he won’t spank your ass purple. Don’t be disobedient now dove, you’ve come so far haven’t you? You want to be good for Danny right? Want to be his good girl, his best girl? Then hold it. Don’t even think about cumming until he give you permission, and even them
Beg.
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Okay so this has been stuck in my head for WEEKS and I finally decided to stop bein scared and ask you to write about it lol
So as a DBD player, I got to thinking that it would be kinda cool if survivors could fight the killer even if it was just once per round and then this scenario popped into my head.
How would Killer react to Survivor!Reader biting them as a defense/distraction/etc? My favs are The Shape, The Executioner, and The Mastermind! Headcannons would be amazing but if you could maybe branch out to make one a one-shot kinda deal? Maybe NSFW if you feel spicy?
P.S your writing and fics LITERALLY give me life YOU’RE SO GOOD 😭🧡
My deepest apologies for how long this has been rotting in my inbox, I thought this prompt was a lot of fun, and again, I'm sorry it took forever for me to get around to answering this. Hope you enjoy all the same!
Characters: Michael Meyers, Albert Wesker, Pyramid Head (Dead By Daylight)
Rating: R (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE!!)
Content Warnings: Yandere, smut, noncon, stalking, choking, violence, sacrificed to the entity, predator/prey dynamics, obsession, sadism and masochism, reader is kept gender neutral
Word Count: 1.6k
MASTER LIST
TIP JAR
The Shape
It's almost too predictable for a killer like Michael Myers to wind up in a situation like this. As the survivor he brought with him into the entity's realm made physical payback, her signature, Micheal can't help but attract the "feisty" type.
A man hiding behind a mask, Michael competes with fierce determination and an almost primal compulsion to hunt, stalk, and slaughter like no other. Of the three, Myers would be the most likely to anticipate physical retribution from a survivor, according to him, all part of the hunt.
Myers prefers to remain hidden by shadows as long as possible, awaiting his perfect opportunity to go in for a decisive kill. But remaining hidden in the dark is a luxury you don't have at your disposal on account of being Myer's obsession.
You didn't want it to come to this. Even before the match started, you prayed to fight any killer, but Myers, your disappointment only grew as you realized minutes later that you were his obsession.
The idea of fighting back physically was a spur-of-the-moment decision; you knew you only had one chance of pulling this off, and if you missed, your fate would be sealed. You usually weren't one to opt for such a risky strategy, but you were too blinded by your fear of Myers. You would do anything to get away.
Even though you couldn't see him, you could feel Myers' eyes locked in on you, no doubt following and trailing you from behind. The paranoia was torture, but you forced yourself to stay strong and ignore Myers, to focus solely on supporting your team.
When Myers inevitably tracked you down and caught you after getting distracted by something else, you had so much pent-up nervous aggression that you couldn't hold back your body's instinct to fight back.
Fear overtook any lingering traces of rationality as you struggled blindly against Myers, but you had just enough determination reserved to take aim and fire a single punch, aiming for his head, landing against the cheek of the mask; it was just enough to disorient him long enough for you to wriggle free.
Despite the offense, Myers didn't think you had it in you to fight back like that. It excited him! As though you were holding back on him before, and now you were starting to fight back like you really meant it!
After enduring the pressure of being his obsession and succumbing to the fear of it all, you little humanity left to hold onto, almost nothing but your primal fight or flight instincts; it was truly a beautiful sight for him to behold.
The next time he cornered you, Myers decided he ought to follow your lead, only instead of going for your head, he would go for your throat, not with the knife, but with his hand.
And for just a moment, he'd keep you there. Only needing one hand around your throat to keep your entire body pinned into place on the wall behind you. Wood planks made contact with your back at odd angles, the dull pain radiating up and down your spine as you were face to face with Myers, close enough to hear his breathing behind the mask while he observed your face- knowing you believed he was seconds away from slitting your throat.
Likely, as Myers holds you in such a compromising position, he takes out all his own pent-up frustrations on you. Leaving bitemarks all over your neck and shoulders while he quickly shreds the clothes from your body.
Just as you gave into primal fight-or-flight instincts, he was giving into his own primal urges. He'd won the hunt, and now it was time to let his libido take charge. Half-undressed, he ruts against you, and you can hear his heartbeat racing. Maybe even feel his body warming as his blood flows rapidly, but he remains as silent as a corpse.
After having his fun, Myers will take great pleasure in sacrificing you to the entity. Even if he couldn't take down everyone on your team before this, the opportunity to sacrifice his obsession in such a thrilling bloodbath overshadowed any regular trial as a ruthless killer.
The Mastermind
It wouldn't take more than an instance of fighting back physically against him for Wesker to decide to hunt you down right away. He would've never suspected another survivor would be bold enough to try something like this on him. Wesker wants to know what makes you think you're strong enough to try something like this.
His reaction would be determined primarily by what point in the trial you try this.
Albert might think it's insufficient enough to ignore if it's early or if he's doing well.
But given how infamous of a hothead he can be, more often than not, any time you try this, expect to be met with hostility.
Wants to see you go from physically resistant to begging him for mercy. On the outside, he pretends to see brats like you as nothing but a petty annoyance to be dealt with, but on the inside, he absolutely loves doing this; keeping the weak in check is how he stays strong.
Wesker doesn't exactly get any legitimate pleasure from being hurt, but he will tap into the pain when fighting back. He does this partly out of loyalty and obligation to the entity but equally out of a petty vengeance to hurt you back twice as hard as you hurt him.
Wesker waits patiently before fighting back, taking care of those annoying teammates first to give you his undivided attention. As well as strategically lying in wait after the confrontation before striking while your guard is down.
The very first thing Wesker does after tracking you down is wounding you exactly where you hurt him, though he's sure not to let you go until he's drawn blood.
Don't expect him to show you any mercy from here. Might go as far as pushing you down, wiping his shoes against your back as you writhe below, trying to squirm out from under his boot.
It's good foreplay for him, seeing the foolish survivor who dared to fight back, bleeding and barely alive. He won't fuck you in the muck for his own sake, of course. Wesker will push you up against a wall face first while he is taking you from behind.
If he's feeling especially good after sweeping a trial, he might leave you with just enough life to hold onto while you crawl to the hatch. More likely, you won't live long after such a brutal session. But even if you don't die, Wesker will be sure to leave you so beaten and tormented you'll regret trying to fight him like that and won't want to try again. Even if Wesker secretly hopes you will.
The Executioner
While the others welcome the resistance, even if only to crush it, Pyramid Head would likely resent you for trying to physically challenge the killer and disrupt the natural order of things. It was an injustice, and it was imperative to punish you for this.
Imagine playing as a "Gen-Jockey" survivor, the kind of teammate who provides the bare minimum to the rest of the team, putting your own survival above the lives of your teammates, the type of survivor Pyramid Head hated the most. A coward.
All that to say, it was an extreme shock after he cornered you and felt your teeth sinking into the exposed flesh above his glove.
While you were combative and aggressive now, Pyramid Head knew you couldn't keep this up forever. You were, to him, nothing but a coward deep down. Even if you wanted to pretend like you had any real fight of your own, it wouldn't be long before you surrendered to your own exhaustion. Perhaps he was even doing this as his way of offering you a "fair shot" to find your way out before he got his hands on you. Like he would ever let that happen.
Since you tried to bite him earlier, he'd punish you by fucking you from behind, bent over a broken desk crushing your face against the hardwood surface. He was an inescapable force while you were powerless to stop any of this from below.
Would only give into his beastial nature to hurt and fuck you if he's already managed to kill the rest of your team. It's not his style to slaughter his obsession until he's taken care of the others, and he doesn't want to let anyone pass by without judgment.
If he doesn't get this opportunity during the trial, Pyramid Head will fantasize about killing you off last while staying buried inside you, feeling your pathetic body crumbling and going limp beneath him.
Paradoxical feelings of sadism and protectiveness for you as Pyramid Head is obsessed with being the only one alloweed to hurt you, judge your soul, or torture you. But all this cruelty is undermined by his motivation to keep you from getting hurt by others.
He is most likely to let you live after making love because the instant gratification of an orgasm, as well as the satisfaction of punishing you himself, will keep him from sending you up to the entity.
Consider this Pyramid Head's very niche kind of post-nut clarity.
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danny (ghostface), evan (the trapper), and pyramid head with a skittish gn!reader (HCs)
@sc-0ut asked:
Can i request headcannons for ghostface, trapper and pyramid head with a survivor reader who gets scared easily, acts really panicky and runs really fast. just generally has no idea what shes doing
warnings: stalking, murder
danny “jed olsen” johnson - ghostface
danny will take advantage of your skittish nature. no ifs, ands, or buts.
you hear a bush rustling beside you and you bolt off in the other direction? danny’s smiling like a jack-ass behind his mask as he emerges from the said bush.
a twig snaps behind you and causes you to slip up on the wires (skillcheck)? danny’s trying his best not to laugh at you as you scramble backwards to avoid the sparks from the generator
danny is sure to snap a few photos in order to commemorate every single little scare
and oh boy does he tease the shit out of you
danny definitely nicknames you “little mouse” and “doe eyes”
he honestly contemplates making a little scrapbook of photos filled with you. in the end, danny (somehow) does it.
of course, since he does have limited resources, it’s pretty shitty. but hey! it’s better than nothing and it’s a masterpiece in danny’s eyes.
during a trial your heart practically leapt out of your chest when you saw a trail of dirtied polaroid photo photos of you leading into the killer shack
you hesitantly followed the trail, shakily picking up each photo
you nearly fainted when you saw the little scrap book open on the floor
your name was in bright, bold letters on the page, another gallery of polaroids on display
before you could snag the book, a deep chuckle came from behind you, causing you to freeze
“whaddya think of my cute little project for ya?”
evan macmillan - the trapper
honestly, evan could care less about your skittish nature. you’re just another survivor to him.
the amount of times he’s seen you accidentally run into his traps almost makes him feel bad. almost.
sometimes evan’ll even be halfway across the map setting up more traps and he hears the sound of one snapping shut followed by your scream
all he does is let out a deep sigh and head in your direction
unlike danny, evan doesn’t really care to take advantage of your careless and scared personality
sure, sometimes he’ll corral you into a nearby trap if evan feels that he’s wasting too much time on a chase, but that’s the most he’ll do
i like to think he runs on a “kill or be killed” mentality because as one of the killers who has been there the longest, evan knows the Entity is anything but kind
when you step in a trap as he chases you off a gen, evan lets out a deep sigh before heading over to pick you up
“seriously?” is what he murmurs as he slings you over his shoulder.
pyramid head - the executioner
upon first seeing you, his immediate thought is that you’re guilty because you reek of it like everyone else. why else would you be afraid of every little thing?
during trials you both have together, you can bet your ass pyramid head has his sights set on you
honestly, it’s better on him because due to your scatterbrain, you always seem to run into his punishment of the damned. it just makes hooking/killing you all the easier.
as time goes on, pyramid head notices that you’re just… generally afraid and genuinely have no idea what you’re doing
he doesn’t really care, seeing as in this realm, if you refuse to learn, you learn the hard way.
pyramid head honestly treats you as he would anyone he deems guilty.
he is the judge, jury, and executioner after all.
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If you can, wraith and dethslinger playing chess in the saloon?
sorry! know this took a while, but here it is. I'll probably finish it more later on with all the tedious stuff like the chessboard and all of that but i hope this will suffice for now ;u;
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knight request from ko-fi!
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I SAW YOUR REQUESTS WERE OPEN AND I RAN STRAIGHT TO HERE-
I was wondering if you could maybe write something where we're comforting Amanda during the events of saw 3 like when after John was having that like stroke I think it was?? The whole time I watched that scene all I wanted was to comfort her 😭😭
If not it's completely fine!! I hope you have a great and amazing day!! (Ps, I'm sorrying if by requests you ment drawings or something, if you did, just ignore this!!)
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amanda x gender neutral reader
18+ characters / scenarios - minors dni
tags / warnings ; stroke mentions/slight descriptions, surgery mentions, panic attacks, grounding, hand holding, fluff, "i hate everyone but you" trope
summary ; after john has a stroke, you find yourself slightly split between two sides of the same coin.
word count ; 696
a/n; my first request!! and its such a sweet one 😭💞 i feel the same whenever i rewatch saw 3, i hope this is sufficient!! <3
"Anesthetic! what else!?"
Amanda's voice rocketed around the large workshop, your hand on John's trembling hand squeezing slightly. He had just spasmed a few minutes prior, bleeding from his mouth as Amanda stood in horror, like a deer in the headlights. You assisted Lynn in restraining John, agreeing to look after him while the others spoke about how to move on from this. Yet hearing Amanda shout in a warbling demand, you could nearly feel yourself force to your feet - You understood Lynn, felt for her panic and desperation to escape; But upon moving the plastic from the doorframe to John's pseudo hospital room, there she was. Stood in the same way she had been while watching John seize helplessly. Fearful? It had to be atleast close to it, the way her chest swelled and spilled shuddered gasps forward, hands grasping at the table behind her to alleviate some of the tension in her arms. Her jaw was clenched tightly, eyes glued to the cement floor as Lynn's words blurred past Amanda's dead-set decision. The surgery would happen here, it had to.
"I'll start a list."
You make your voice known through the shaking breathes of Lynn and Amanda, both women's eyes turning to face you. Both with an odd amount of relief; On one hand, Amanda could trust in the fact you would understand her. Despite it being forced upon you, bound to your wrists and ankles in thick chains, you had always been the person to extend a hand to her, even now. And on the other, Lynn - Innocent, to a degree. Afraid, just like you had been so long ago. At your words, Amanda gave an unsteady nod. In any other world, she would have brushed it off or even stiffly chuckle. But her breathing wavered, and even though her mind fought to collect the right things to say, none moved to push past her ajar lips. She kept pulling in practiced breaths, eyes on you, flickering over your expression. It felt good to focus on something familar, even as your brows furrowed as your gaze closed in on hers. Lynn's eyes nervously darted between you both as you treaded closer toward the sensitive woman leaning against the table, her fingers roaming the space behind her. She strummed the rusty knives with her pale long fingers, black polish chipped on her nails, scratching them lightly against the metal. Her eyes were raw with frantic rubbing, bottom lashes stinging as tears slid helplessly over her cheeks - She tried to hide them as soon as they fell, wiping the back of her palm against her flushed cheek.
Amanda was sensitive like this, it was no secret to anyone in the building, becoming more apparent as Lynn treaded quickly back towards John's room. She was smart to disappear, you thought, your attention on Amamda's fist balled tightly around a thick rusty dagger. Her grasp shook, the weapon trembling as she tried to bite back the sobs harboring angrily in her chest.
"I - I am so,"
It came out mumbled, the woman's head shaking slowly, her long hair curtaining over her tear stained cheeks and eyes. She wanted so badly to speak, to not feel like a clock was ticking down on her well being, as if she was not white-knuckling something built strictly to kill. Her eyes wavered, perhaps too nervous to keep her gaze on you; She looked like a dejected animal, isolating herself as far into a corner as possible, biting when anybody got too close.
"I know. Me too; But she told us what we need, right?"
bBut that's the thing with wild animals, isn't it? There's always someone. A hand extended slow enough, palm facing up in an offer; A choice. No force, no swaying her decision with a ticking timer or blade to her throat. She did not consciously release the blade, it did not cross her fractured mind. It faded, the panic and blood rushing in her ears had slowed - And there you were. Just you, and how her cold fingers felt against yours - Another nod, more affirmed than before as she sniffled quietly.
She'd always choose you.
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This might be random but could I request some Ghostface fluff? Like after a lot of tiring trials Ghostie just need some TLC from his confused favorite survivor (aka forced cuddling that turns soft?) Sorry I've been having a rough week and just need some TLC myself 😔 thank you so much if you decide to write this
I’m so sorry for doing this so late!I really hope you are feeling better and are having a much better week/month ! Hopefully this gives a bit of comfort to you <3333 much love. (:
Danny Johnson (Ghostface) x Reader
To say that trials have been rough for Danny, would be an understatement. It felt as though the entity had began to give survivors better tools or brighter flashlights that was made to make him feel like he was the victim in these trials.
He felt humiliated. Danny always prided in being one of the better killers in the realm. His stealth and gruesome methods of killing the survivors had branded him with a higher status. The entity had rewarded him many times, first with his camera then a few other awesome outfits that replicated his original Ghostface persona. He was it’s Golden boy.
So why the fuck was he beginning to lack? He never had this problem before. It was although the survivors were taken him less seriously. No longer fleeing whenever they saw him lurking around. It was irking him.
His ego was taking a big hit. The knife felt heavy in his pocket. No longer giving him the pleasure that he so desperately needed. His gloved hands were clenching and unclenching as he sat on the roof that was over a porch of the many homes that made up Haddonfield. His legs dangling over the edge as he stared off into the distance. Eyes set on the trees, roaming along the open spaces between each tree. Waiting.
After a few minutes of him running his hand through his hair and trying to rub the exhaustion off his face. He debated grabbing his mask and just leaving. But you finally appeared between the tree lines.
Your hesistant steps giving Danny some pleasure that he still had an unnerving presence. Even for someone like you, who had made their way into being one his favorites.
Well, his only favorite. Not that you needed to know.
He had made habit to tease you in and out of trials. Lurking in the woods whenever you would gain the courage, or stupidity, to break off from your group and venture alone. At first he thought he just wanted to kill you, having you to his own with no pressure of your teammates saving you in the way. But as time went on, the want to kill was there but it never occurred more than a fleeing thought. Stuck in the back of his mind.
He begin to enjoy your company. The way you would tense up when he got too close, or your glare when he said something that he knew would get under his skin.
He watched you walk in the middle of the street, eyes searching around the intimation of a neighborhood. Danny patiently waited for you to get closer until you allowed your eyes to roam up, catching his relaxed figure.
You stared at him before pushing yourself forward, disappearing under him onto the porch. About 20 seconds pass when he hears the window behind him sliding open. The thudding of your footsteps against the wooden roof following you as you came beside him.
You plopped down beside him, keeping a safe distance between the both of you and letting out a deep sigh.
“Glad you came to join me. Did you miss me?” He asks teasingly, watching your side profile. “And I thought I was the stalker.”
You roll your eyes at this. “Sure. It's not like you threatened me to meet you here. What was it that you said? That you’ll cut my tongue off in the next trial.”
You looked at him from the corner of your eye before leaning forward and placing your elbows on your thighs as you looked below you.
“You make it seem like you hate being around me.” Danny sighs sadly, leaning back against one of his hands as he watched you. “That’s a bit rude. Kids these days have no manners.”
“Oh shut up.” You laugh as you finally turn towards him. “Please don’t tell me you’re that old.”
“A lady never tells her age.” He smirks at your deadpan look, tilting his head as you begin to search his face. It was still a new development for him to be maskless around you. But a part of him felt..good about it. It’s been so long since someone really looked at him. With the way your eyes gazed over him, he wished he would have done it sooner.
Look at him becoming soft. Had the trials really messed with his head that bad? He tore his gaze away once you quirked an eyebrow.
“Bad trials?” You ask simply, gazing down at the forgotten mask beside him. Danny let out a scoff as he pulled a leg up from the edge, pressing a knee close to his chest.
“Me? A bad trial? Who do you think I am.” He snaps. The reminder of his errors had him frowning, remembering the anger and disappointment from before.
“Yeah come on. I saw the way Nea had you running around like a complete idiot.” You grin at the way his eye twitched. “I'm surprised you didn't get a concussion from all those pallet dropped on your head.”
“Shut your mouth.” He growls, the dangerous glint back in his eyes as he stared back at you. Your smile faltering at the familiarly of the first time you were face to face with him. You almost forgot that you were in the presence of a monster. “maybe I should make of my promise of cutting your tongue off.”
You push yourself up from your seat, keeping your expression from showing the fear that sparked from his threat. “Maybe you should. I don’t know why you even forced me out here if-”
Danny’s hand shot out, grabbing a hold onto your wrist. The tight grip pausing you from moving any further, your fingers clenching into a fist as you waited. He sighed, trying to push down his frustration as he pulled for you to sit down. “Okay. Just..wait.”
You stay silent as he seems to struggle with himself before you watch him lay back against the wooden panels of the roof. Before you can question what he was doing, his grip tightened as he pulled you back with him. Pulling a small “oof” as he position for you to face away from. Arms wrapping around your waist.
“Danny?” You choked out as your mind spun in confusion at the position. “What is happening.”
“Shut up for once.” He hisses as you feel, what you could guess is his forehead, press against your back. His chest was flushed against you, legs tangling between yours as he holds you close to him. You swallow around the protest that you were ready to shoot at him.
Fingers rubbed along your skin. The sensation on your sides sending sparks up your spine. Your body releasing the tension as you relaxed against his hold. You tried to ignore the panic that had your chest beating fast and focused on Danny’s breathing against you.
It wasn’t the most comfortable position, with the wood being your only cushion. You had half the mind to wish he had chosen a bed to force this on you, but dismissed it quickly because that would definitely lead into more problems.
So you stayed in that position for a few minutes. Allowing Danny to hold you, both your hearts slowing down to a normal pace as the forever lasting night surrounded you both. You grew the courage to place your hands on top of his, slighting rubbing the knuckles. Danny hummed at that.
Your face flushed at the sound before you pushed yourself away, ignoring the protest he gave, and turned your body around to face him. His eyes were half opened as though he had begin to fall asleep. Strands of dark hair fanning over his dark eyes, that were watching you carefully.
You break the silence.
“Who knew The Ghostface was a huge cuddler?” You awkwardly smile. A beat passes before Danny replies with a playful scowl.
“I should really cut off that tongue of yours.” You giggle before sticking your tongue out, reeling your head back when gloved fingers playfully pretend to grab for it. Danny matches your lopsided grin with his own smile.
You bite your lip as you begin to think, reading his expression. He then remembers this was new terrority.
Danny’s about to say something, already pushing himself to a sitting position but you scoot closer. Placing your hand on his chest and pushing him down. Surprised eyes watch as you lean your head on his chest. Your left arm wrapping around his waist.
He swallowed down the lump in his throat. The feeling of you, willingly, pressing against him and playing with the straps of his outfit, had his body feel as though it engulf in flames. He wasn’t blushing. No that would never happen.
Carefully, he places an arm around you, while the other is placed beneath his head. His hand falls on your waist, something he doesn’t think he could ever get tired of holding.
Even if he knew the moment was soon to be cut short by the entity’s greedy claws, he couldn’t help but allow himself to melt into the embrace. The moon that never disappeared watching over as you both enjoy the limited comfort that was rare in the realm.
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Hello! I'm here to bring more fluffiness!
How about Wesker with an boyfriend that is also a scientist and he is just super interested in Wesker's work regarding the viruses that he ahs created/mutated, and he just loves hearing Wesker talk about anything regarding his work.
–💀 anon
Not the reader being Wesker’s lil skrunkly guy. This is literally just adorable like akshaja. Thank you so much for the request Skully!
Cw: Mentions of experimentation other then that just fluff.
Wesker is head over heels for you. I mean how could he not be.
You actually listen to his hour long lectures about his work and you’ll ask questions.
He especially loved it when you would walk up to him while in the lab and asked if you could help.
Does he need your help? No but he most certainly didn’t want to undermined your intelligence.
He’ll give you somethings to work on. You know it’s not especially important but you still make sure it’s perfect.
He loves it when you just sit there in amazement. It gives him an ego boost.
You would write down note while he would give his break downs.
Eventually he would take some of your ideas for a mutation.
You were a very happy boyfriend when he did this.
“Honey! I wanna look at the Uroboros!” “Babe we’re at a restaurant-“
Don’t worry he will pull them out when at home.
You draw them in a little sketch book. He really likes the way you draw his arm.
He loved the way you would gently grab his wrist and moved his arm.
It was to study the Uroboros of course but still it was nice.
You would giggle when the Uroboros would crawl up your hand.
Sometimes you would rant about how amazing Wesker’s ideas were.
He would just smile and let you feed his ego.
He loves his scientist boyfriend so much. :)
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