#dead by daylight fanfiction
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Slashers as fathers with a child reader.
Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is less than ten years old (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile.
Summary: The slasher fathers feeling guilty after hurting their child's feelings. PART ONE.
Freddy Krueger
It felt like he had been a completely different person when he did it. Work had been stressing him out, parts of the house needed fixing, and he was a single parent. He wasn't getting enough rest. Eventually every little thing began to get to him.
Freddy hadn't been in his right mind when it happened. You loved making pictures for him, and one day you decided to nail some pictures on the wall by yourself. Not only had you nailed the pictures too low, but you had also accidentally made a large hole in the wall.
The incident had caused Freddy to explode. Not only did he yell at you for ruining the wall, but he ended up tearing one of your pictures in half. "I don't need this shit," He had shouted at you, "You think I feel like dealing with that? You ruined my wall, (y/n), and now I gotta fix it. I just- I can't... Ugh."
Freddy had avoided you for the remainder of the night- not because he was mad at you but because he was afraid he 'would' get mad at you again. It was a bad idea. He should have apologized for the way he acted. Because the next day when he woke up and went into his office, he noticed that every picture you had drawn him had been torn from the nails on the wall, shredded up and shoved in the trash.
Horror, heartache and regret immediately consumed his guilty conscience, and he rushed to find you. You were in your room playing with toys. It nearly destroyed him to see the way you flinched and scurried to hide behind a laundry basket.
"(y/n)," Freddy went to kneel in front of you, "Sweetie, what did you do? Why did you tear up daddy's pictures?"
"Because," You whimpered, keeping your teary face hidden, "You said you didn't need them. You... You tore it in half. I... I'm sorry, daddy. Hic... I-I-I'm sorry th-that I-I made a hole in the wall, an-and I'm sorry th-that you h-h-hate my pictures."
The amount of sadness, regret and complete and utter crushing guilt that fell upon Freddy was suffocating. Hearing your broken apology and seeing the way you were shaking caused him to be so disappointed with himself. He couldn't believe what he had done. Why did he do that? He would never do anything to cause you to feel this way, and he 'loved' your pictures.
And yet look what he caused. Not only did he hurt your feelings by being cruel, but he lost all of his near and dear pictures- even the ones you made when you were a toddler. They were all destroyed.
"I-I'll never color again," You swore in a loud whine.
"Oh no, sweetie, no," Freddy attempted to get closer to you, frowning heavily when you flinched at his touch, "Please don't do that. Listen- hey, look at me. I need you to look at me."
And when you did look at him, Freddy felt like punching himself in the face. You looked so scared, so sad and unbearably hurt. Oh gosh, what had he done? Why?
"Oh (y/n)..." Freddy sighed, shaking his head, "I'm so sorry. Yesterday I... I was just in such a bad mood an-and not because of you but because.... Look, (y/n), daddy didn't mean to act the way he did, and I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that I yelled at you and I'm especially sorry that I did that to your picture. I regret it so much, you have no idea. Please... I'm sorry. I 'love' your pictures (y/n), please don't stop making them."
As Freddy eagerly waited for a brightened response from you, his heart sunk from his chest when you turned your back to him and quietly mumbled, "I wanna play with my toys please."
Excuses and more apologies sat on Freddy's tongue, but he denied saying them for he believed that you simply needed time to forgive him. "Ok sweetie," He got up to leave, "If you need anything, come get daddy, ok?"
"Ok, daddy."
While, over time, you did warm back up to your father, you never did say that you forgave him. And Freddy never got another picture. And he would never, ever stop regretting what he had done.
Michael Myers
Michael was overwhelmed by the frustration work caused. Due to lack of loyal employees, he was forced to work over-time and pull extra shifts. He was sore, tired and angry. It felt like he was the only person at work who ever did anything right.
And that anger built and built until it eventually brought out the worst in him and made him do something that he would regret for the rest of his life.
You loved (sport) and had been outside practicing with some of the neighbors. Michael had been inside attempting to relax when suddenly one of the living room windows shattered. He flinched and rushed to his feet, red clouding his vision when he saw a familiar ball on the floor.
On his way to the door, you ran inside breathless and gasping, "Ah! I'm sorry, daddy, it's my fault. I-I accidentally threw the ball too hard and-"
Michael, with his emotional bridge broken, raised his hand to cut you off. A seething scowl took place upon his face, and he began to lecture you out in sign language. "I don't wanna hear excuses. Why were you playing so close to the house? You should know better. Now look at what I have to fix. All I want is to relax and now I can't because of your stupid (sport). Why do you even play (sport)? You're not even good at it."
Even though his words were literally silent, the crushed look on your face explained that you knew exactly what he had said. Michael ignored your crestfallen face and quiet sobs and demanded that you help him clean up the glass before sending you to your room. Yes, your friends had watched the whole thing.
Michael's seething attitude didn't diminish until the next day after he got some good sleep. He soon realized that he felt bad for how he treated you yesterday and decided that he wanted to apologize. But when he went to your room, he was stricken to see all of your favorite sports gear sitting in a trashcan. (sport) merchandise and even pictures you drew were also in the trashcan.
Overcome with concern, Michael wandered to your bed where you were hiding underneath your blanket. When he tapped on you, you twitched but otherwise kept pretending to be asleep. So he tried again.
You caved and lowered the blanket. Michael didn't like the way you winced at him, your eyes squinted as if you were expecting the worst out of him. He quickly used sign language to ask, "What is going on? Why are you throwing all your (sport) stuff away?"
"I..." Your voice was hesitant and quiet as you gazed away, "I don't like (sport) anymore. I... I-I'm not good at it, an-and you h-hate me playing it, an-and I'm sorry that I broke the window... I'm sorry, daddy. I promise-huh... I-I-I'll never play (sport) again."
What? Michael's eyes nearly popped out, regret, guilt and fear clouding his soul. Oh no. What had he done? You didn't like (sport) anymore? And all because he had overreacted and told you that you weren't any good at it. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. It couldn't be like this. You couldn't stop doing what you loved all because he was stupid and having a bad day.
Sitting down on the edge of your bed, Michael quickly explained with sign language, "But you are good at (sport). Don't quit. I was having a bad day, I didn't mean to say that stuff. You don't have to quit. I'm sorry that I said that. Don't quit playing (sport), you love it."
Your lips wobbled and you turned your head away, your voice a broken whisper, "Ca-an I sleep some more before school. Please?"
Your lack of an answer both irritated Michael and broke his heart. He became angry at himself and regretful about what he had done. He wanted to talk to you more about it, but decided not to. Hopefully you would think about his apology and take all of your (sport) stuff out of the trash.
But, unfortunately for Michael, you never did get back into (sport), and he never got to stop feeling guilty about it.
Bo Sinclair + Uncle Vincent and Lester
Bo could admit that, on the surface, he had a very fragile temper. Ever since he had you he had tried his hardest to hide all the ugly parts of himself, especially his anger. Any time he began to lose his temper, he usually stomped off somewhere by himself to maybe punch something and take a moment to breathe.
So far he had done a fairly decent job.
Up until today that was.
It had been a long week. It was summer. Tourists were pouring in at random needing fast work done to their vehicles. The gas station and church needed extra attention. It was hot outside. And, once again, Bo had a very fragile temper.
It happened when he was elbow deep in truck externals. Ever since you could walk you had always been his little helper. Already at your age your dream was to be an engineer, but you still had a lot to learn. And the fact that you had a lot to learn is what caused Bo to snap.
With the impatience of the person waiting on their vehicle to be fixed, Bo also became impatient. You had been trying to help him, bringing him tools he needed.
Whenever you brought him one too many of the wrong tools, he ended up throwing a wrench and his hat to the ground. "What is your fuckin' problem?" He shouted at you, "Are ya stupid? If ya can't bring me what I need then get the fuck outta here."
You had flinched, tears immediately filling your eyes as you carefully backed up. Bo continued to give you a serious, livid glare that scared you, his words ringing in your head and shattering your heart. He watched you run away, his chest pounding with guilt he ignored as he finished his work.
Bo didn't see you for the remainder of the day, but he did check in with Vincent to make sure that you were alright. As night fell, he became more calm and relaxed, and soon he felt absolutely horrible for how he treated you. He sat on his bench rubbing his forehead in distress for almost an hour wishing he could take it all back.
He had shown you one of his worst sides. And it had hurt you. Now what was he supposed to do? He called you 'stupid'.
Unfortunately for Bo, he didn't get a chance to apologize that night for Vincent soon brought him a note explaining that Lester had taken you home with him for the weekend. Gosh darn it. He really wanted to apologize.
But his apology had to wait for- not one week or two weeks- but a whole month. That's how badly you were trying to avoid him. It was more than enough time for Bo to sit and think about his mistakes.
When Lester finally brought you home, Bo was grateful that you didn't appear to be angry or sad. You rushed to him and gave him a big, welcoming hug that soothed his core, "Daddy!"
"Hey, critter bug," Bo chuckled, ruffling your hair, "Missed you. Guess what? Some ol' couple brought in a beat up station wagon. Needs fixin'. Wanna help?"
"No thank ya," You said casually, leaning away from him, "I don't wanna be a engineer anymore."
Bo's world stopped rotating. "What?" He gave you a stabbed look, "But ya love doin' that stuff?"
"Not anymore," Your voice turned into a lightly disappointed mumble.
Bo's mouth went completely dry. He didn't know what to do or say. All of this time apart he thought that you would have gotten over his temper tantrum, but apparently you 'really' got over it. He had been the boulder that crushed your dreams. And it...
It almost made him wanna cry.
Bo swallowed, trying not to seem too beaten down, "But... Who's gonna be my helper?"
You smiled and pointed to the man standing beside the truck, "Uncle Lester will."
"Right..." Bo nodded, his chest aching with guilt, self-hatred, regret and sadness, "Right."
You never helped him with another car again.
Hannibal Lecter
Hannibal liked to believe that he was the ultimate best at keeping his temper under control. He never got mad at you or expressed any negative emotions towards you. If you needed to be taught a lesson, then he would sit with you and have a firm, constructive conversation about how you needed to improve.
Your bond was strong and healthy and it made Hannibal proud. You even took after him by wanting to be a professional cook. And Hannibal was ecstatic to help you carry that dream into reality.
But one day all of his pride, arrogance and content came to an end.
You had woken up before him that morning and had snuck to the kitchen to make him breakfast. However, things went south and you accidentally ended up breaking one of his rarest, most treasured dishes- a dish that was literally one of it's only kind on the whole planet. And it upset him.
"I-I'm sorry, daddy," You had apologized desperately, "I-I just thought since you liked the plate so much you would also like eating off of it. I didn't mean to break it!"
Hannibal, his heart racing and his nerves burning with anger, had said almost too vastly, "And what lead you to believe that I would enjoy such horrible cooking on my most treasured dish? You knew these pieces were not meant to be eaten off of, yet you disrespected me anyway."
"Horrible cooking?" You murmured.
Because Hannibal was hurt, he couldn't resist the urge to make you hurt as well. "Yes. You are an awful cook. Your presence in this kitchen has always been a waste of time."
The way your eyes widened with hurt and how your hands immediately flew to your chest would be a sight that haunted Hannibal for the rest of his life. Slowly your eyes closed and you began to cry, your hands going to cover your face as you ran away, a sobbed "I'm sorry" echoing through the hall.
Instead of feeling satisfied that he hurt your feelings as intended, Hannibal immediately felt remorseful and guilty. Goodness. He knew that you were young and didn't mean to break his plate. He just... He just treasured the dish so much and now it was ruined forever. He let his emotions get to him, and he hurt you in the process. While it was your fault, he didn't blame you. You were innocent and you just wanted to make him happy.
After he cleaned up his broken dish, Hannibal searched for you and found you snuggled up on the couch. He sat in front of you and spoke calmly, "I'm sorry for getting angry at you. It wasn't my intention. You were just trying to make me breakfast and wound up making a mistake. It happens to all of us."
"I'm sorry..." You whimpered, obviously still upset.
"It is alright," Hannibal reached out and gently squeezed your shoulder. "I'll get started on breakfast."
"Can I help?" You asked hopefully.
Hannibal gave you a hesitant grimace, "I think it would be best if you skipped helping me in the kitchen for today."
Instantly your eyes puffed red and turned watery. Hannibal left you alone to exhale your emotions. He knew that you would be upset for a while, but he too was also upset. He just needed some time is all.
But apparently he was wrong yet again.
After that day, you never helped Hannibal in the kitchen again. For weeks after the incident, you didn't even eat the food that he cooked. It was like you banned yourself from the kitchen entirely. He had tried to coax you into helping him, but you always found excuses not to.
Soon Hannibal learned that he had destroyed your passion for cooking by making you believe that you were a terrible chef. And he regretted it so much that it was nearly unbearable. Hannibal couldn't handle mistakes he couldn't fix.
And no matter how hard he tried, he knew that he could never mend your feelings that he severed.
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In part two I planned to age up the reader and have them secretly doing their passion behind their dad's back. And the slasher will find out and be like "what, I thought you gave up on that! Holy sh*t, I'm so happy". And the reader will be pleasantly surprised.
#dead by daylight fanfiction#slasher fanfiction#slashers as dads#child reader#reader x hannibal lecter#michael myers x reader#freddy krueger x reader#bo sinclair x reader#lester sinclair#vincent sinclair#platonic love only#no romantic relationships#father figure#part one
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For Eternity
Pairing: Vittorio Toscano (Dead by Daylight) x Female Reader
Summary: You're new in the fog and Vittorio takes you under his wings.
Warnings: SMUT! NSFW!
Author's notes: I fell for this silver fox daddy the moment I saw him. I mean, JUST LOOK AT HIM 😩 So yeah of course I had to write for him (even if nobody is interested to read it). So, here we go. I hope some people enjoy this.
"We got a new one."
All the survivors looked up at Dwight's voice and followed his gaze as a young woman stumbled out of the fog. They only gave her a quick glance before returning to staring into the campfire. Vittorio clenched his jaw and stood up, shaking his head as he walked passed the others to greet the new survivor.
Your heart pounded painfully in your chest and your eyes widened in terror, flickering back and forth as you scanned your surroundings. Where the hell were you? The last thing you remembered was getting lost in the fog in the forest, then...then everything went black and the next thing you knew, you were here. Wherever here was. It kind of looked like the forest you got lost in...
"Hey. Are you okay?"
You jumped at the voice and stared up at the man standing in front of you. You found yourself speechless as you looked into the grey eyes of the sexiest man you'd ever seen. His grey hair was cut in a modern style, with shaved sides and long layers on the top. He was wearing a leather jacket and a red shirt that had a few buttons open, revealing a toned chest with tattoos spread across his skin up to his throat. You frowned as your gaze landed on the blue, glowing vein going down the right side of his neck. What the hell was that...
"Hey. You good?" the man repeated and placed his hand on your shoulder. You jerked at the contact and the man quickly removed his hand.
"Sorry!" you burst out and blushed. "I...I am just...where the hell am I?"
The silver fox smiled bitterly. "Welcome to the fog. I'm Vittorio," he said and reached out his hand. You took it, your hand disappearing in his larger one and you could feel the warmth from it spread through your entire body.
"Y/n," you replied and let go of his hand and gave him a nervous smile before looking around. You noticed a couple of people sitting around a campfire and looked back at Vittorio with a confused frown. "Umm...what is the fog?"
Vittorio smiled and gestured you to follow him. "Come. Let's join the others and we tell you all about it."
*
You had a hard time believing them at first. But your first trial pushed you right into the horrific nightmare that now was your life. Luckily, Vittorio was there to guide you through it. Helped you figure out how to fix the generators and protected you against the killer. None of the other survivors seemed to bother teaching you how to survive. They only seemed irritated being stuck with a newbie on their team.
"You can sleep here if you want." Vittorio patted the blanket lying on the ground next to him. Feeling your face heat up, you smiled shyly and sat down next to him.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice warm and soft with concern.
You shrugged your shoulders and tears welled up in your eyes. You had no fucking idea how to feel, everything felt so unreal, like it was all a bad dream.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay," Vittorio said and swept his arms around you, pulling you softly against his chest. "You'll get the hang of things soon."
Feeling the warmth of his body and the safety of his strong arms and firm chest, you let all your emotions free, crying in his embrace until the darkness of sleep claimed your troubled mind.
Vittorio watched your sleeping form as he laid you down next to him. You were so beautiful. So young and innocent. His gaze traveled down the curves of your body covered in a short skirt and a tight top, awakening something inside him he hadn't felt in centuries. Quickly, he averted his eyes and turned away from you, lying down on the side with his back against you, ignoring the pulsing heat of his swelling cock.
*
You woke up in the morning, covered in a warm blanket. Turning around, you noticed Vittorio was gone and that it was his blanket that was on top of you. You smiled softly and pressed the blanket against your nose, inhaling his sweet scent, before coming to your senses. Fuck, what were you doing? Were you already falling for this guy?
Ignoring your thoughts, you sat up and saw Meg and Nea sitting by the fire.
"Where is Vittorio?"
"In a trial," Nea said shortly.
A surge of panic rushed through your belly before you remembered what he told you yesterday. That nobody really dies in the trials. That you all end up here again. In the same way, you don't get hungry or cold anymore.
"So, what do you guys do around here when you're not in a trial?"
Meg shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing."
"Nothing? You guys just sit here?"
Both Nea and Meg shrugged their shoulders and you sighed. They've been here for so long that they'd become lackadaisical.
"Well, I'm going to take a look around," you said and stood up. There wasn't much to see. Just the campfire and the surrounding forest, which you couldn't explore very deeply. A few minutes in, you found yourself standing in the clearing of the campfire again. You bit your lip, pushing your fear and tears away. So this was your life now? Living trapped in a forest, doomed in a never-ending loop of trials, where your only glimmer of hope was the possibility of escaping alive.
*
Time moved strangely in the fog. You didn't know if it was day or night and slept whenever you were tired.
"What year is it? Out there?" Vittorio asked one day when the two of you sat by a river in the forest, just a few meters away from the border where you would wind up in the campfire again. The two of you often wandered up here, to be away from the others, getting to know each other. Only, you did most of the talking and Vittorio liked to listen, could look at you for hours as you spoke. He hadn't spoken much about himself, only that he was from Italy and that he'd been here for a very, very long time.
"2022," you replied to his question. "At least when I came here."
Vittorio only nodded and a cloak of sadness covered his usual light, grey eyes.
"When did you come here?"
Vittorio was silent for a moment before he began to talk.
"1391. But I've been hiding, wandering through the fog until a while back when the Entity eventually found me and brought me here."
You stared at him as he spoke. He'd been here for that long? For centuries?
"I...I can't imagine what you've been through," you said and placed your hand on his lower arm. "You must have been so scared, so lonely..."
Vittorio looked at you, into your warm, beautiful eyes and he couldn't control himself anymore. Taking your face in his hand, he leaned down and kissed you, feeling a bolt of heat rush through him at the touch of your soft lips against his. How many times hadn't he fantazied about this? This and so much more...
The kiss took you by surprise, your eyes widening when Vittorio pressed his lips against yours. Then, you moaned against his mouth, the feeling of his hand cupping your face and the dominance of his lips melting away all the thoughts you may have.
Then, he suddenly pulled away and you looked at each other with flushed faces and heaving chests.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
"Shut up," you said and straddled his lap, quickly unbuckling his belt and opening his pants.
Vittorio stared up at you, whimpered when your delicate fingers wrapped around his cock and it twitched in your hand. Fuck, it had been so long since he'd felt the touch of a woman...He was already hard from the kissing, but the touch of your hand threatened to make him explode. Then, you suddenly pushed your panties aside and lowered yourself onto him. Vittorio cried out when his cock slid into your wet and tight, little pussy, his hands gripping your hips desperately as you started to ride him.
Closing your eyes, you threw your head back and allowed yourself to feel every gorgeous, thick girth of his cock fill you up. Fuck, he felt so good inside you. Opening your eyes, you looked down at him and smiled, feeling victorious at the way he looked up at you in so much awe and lust. Lifting your top, you pulled it over your head and smiled anew as Vittorio's gaze fell upon your breasts. His hands moved up and cupped them, kneading the soft flesh in his rough-skinned hands.
Vittorio couldn't take his eyes away from his hands touching your breasts, his cock throbbing inside you every time your tits bounced as you moved on top of him. He bent forward and engulfed a hard nipple with his lips.
Vittorio sucked on your nipple hard, the rough texture of his beard rubbing deliciously against the sensitive skin on your breasts. Fuck. You grabbed the back of his head, moaned as he sucked on your nipple until it became swollen and raw. When he finally released it, he looked up at you with lustful, wild eyes and heaving chest, and you leaned down, kissing him hungrily and needily.
"Fuck me, Vittorio. Make me yours," you whispered against his lips, your nails digging into his neck. Your words awoke something primal inside of him, a dominance longing to be released. Growling, he wrapped his arm around your torso and turned the both of you around so you laid underneath him. Pushing your legs up, he glared into your eyes, his face hard and stern as he started pounding into you like a madman. You stared up at him, your mouth half-open as your moans spilled from your lips, loving the dominance you always knew he had somewhere inside of him. Your back arched at the pleasure and you saw stars as his cock hit the deepest parts of you, again and again...Then, Vittorio wrapped his hand around your throat just below your jawline and that was all it took for you to tumble over the edge. You cried out in pleasure and your pussy clenched around his cock as your orgasm swept through your body like a whirlwind.
"Fuck," Vittorio muttered as your pussy tightened around him and he spilled his seed inside you, his swelling cock filling you up until he was completely drained. His heavy body collapsed on top of you and you smiled, embracing the safe feeling of his body on yours as you played with the long layers of his hair.
"I love you," he mumbled against your neck and your smile widened.
"I love you too."
Maybe your eternity in the fog wouldn't be so horrible after all.
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Friendship
Fandom: Halloween/Dead by Daylight
Pairing: Michael Myers x Reader
Words: 2k
Request by: @sweetpotato-97 <3
Part 2 anyone?
Visiting her grandfather at work had always been one of Y/N’s favourite pastimes. He always had something funny to show them or something nice (and tasty) to give them. Dr. Loomis, or ‘G’andad’ as she preferred to call him, had always been there for her through the entire seven years that she had been alive. Despite being overloaded with work from his latest case – a child who murdered his sister in cold blood – he always made sure he took breaks when Y/N came to visit, she was, after all, his only grandchild.
“G’andad!” Y/N yelled with a joyous laugh as she spotted Loomis in the distance of the reception, talking to another nurse, despite her not knowing what they were doing or talking about.
Sam turned around upon hearing her voice, a big smile on his face as he kneeled, arms open ready for her to jump into which she gladly did with a smile that mirrored his, if not wider. The nurse, who was yet to say anything, stood there with a soft smile, admiring them before bidding the Doctor a goodbye and leaving to attend to her duties around the psychiatric unit.
“Hello, Y/N,” Dr. Loomis said, picking the young girl up as he lifted himself to his feet. She snuggled into his chest, using the brown coat as a blanket of sorts. “What should we do today?” He asked her, signalling to the receptionist to let her know that he was taking his break to which they simply nodded, watching as he headed to his office, an unexpected big smile plastered on his lips.
The office, whilst boring, was Y/N’s favourite place in the entire building – one which she believed to be a typical hospital, not a psychiatric one and Sam didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth, even if he wanted to. She cheered as the door closed behind them and she realised where she was. As he set her down on the ground, Y/N rushed towards the brown leather chair situated behind the wooden desk, hopping into the comfort of the seat with a satisfied sigh.
“Don’t you be falling asleep on me!” Loomis jokingly warned her, smiling to himself as she giggled.
The doctor himself reached towards the top drawer in his shelf, opening it to grab a small pack of her favourite sweets, one that he didn’t even know the name on, just the look of the packaging. The noise of the wrapper caught Y/N’s attention immediately and she held her hands out in anticipation before saying a desperate ‘pleeeeease’ to which he simply chuckled and passed her the candy. She didn’t open it immediately, however, telling Sam about how she needed to save them, or something of the sort, he couldn’t exactly remember what she had said.
It was a sweet sight for him to see his granddaughter so happy whilst sat in his chair with a bag of sweets in hand, but nothing lasts forever, and a sigh left his lips as he was paged to go see one of his patients who had no doubt hurt themselves or somebody else.
“Stay there, I won’t be long,” were his final words before he rushed off to find out what his patient had done.
*
It wasn’t long until Y/N grew bored of waiting for her grandfather and decided to go explore the hospital; the worst she could see was someone sick, at least in her mind, and so she climbed off of the comfortable chair and headed outside of the unlocked office, venturing out into the first room she could find which just so happened to be the canteen.
Much to her dismay, there was nobody her age, in fact, the only person close to her age was a few years older than her, probably around nine or ten, not that it mattered to her, of course, she was just happy that the room wasn’t filled with adults.
The boy, whose name Y/N didn’t know, was seated alone at a table in the corner of the room, a plate of some gross-looking food in front of him which he didn’t seem too very fond of eating. Pity grew on her and she found herself rushing over to the table and taking a seat opposite him.
“Hi!” She grinned at the boy who simply spared her a threatening look, one which did not deter her. “I’m Y/N, what’s your name?”
The boy seemed to think for a moment before spotting the sweets in her hand and decided to speak for the first time in forever. “Michael.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Michael” Would you like a sweet?” Without hesitation, Y/N ripped open the bag of sweets and offered him one from the pack, something he gladly took; food there wasn’t exactly the best, to say the least.
Her smile towards him never faded, it only grew, even if she was the only one speaking. She didn’t mind being the only one talking, Sam had taught her that not everyone is a chatterbox like her, something which she had giggled at.
A bell rang, signalling that the patients must return to their rooms and with one final ‘goodbye’, Michael left Y/N behind who was quick to return to Sam’s office, acting as though she had never left. She wasn’t stupid, she knew that she would get in trouble for leaving, especially if she had been talking to strangers, but something about him felt different; not only was he around her age, but there was something different about him to other kids she knew and all she knew was that she was desperate to see him again.
*
The next time Y/N saw Michael was a week after their first encounter. She had brought two bags of sweets: one for her and one for Michael if she was to see him. A giddy smile was on her face as she entered to hospital, only this time it was for a different reason; she was excited to see Michael again.
It didn’t take long for her to pass Michael, in fact, it was on the way in and she smiled at him, discreetly handing him a bag of sweets as he walked past her, one which he took and hid without making it obvious to the others around them. Their interaction had her smiling for the rest of the day.
*
Y/N began visiting her grandfather more and more often throughout the weeks, eventually leading to her seeing him at work every day, even while he was working. However, little did he know that her visits weren’t for him, but for Michael. Loomis had never noticed how she would disappear from his office whilst he was working or how she would bring an extra bag of sweets or a little gift for his killer patient. Each visit and interaction with Michael had her becoming happier and more attached to the boy and she would constantly be planning her next visit and what she would bring for him. Whilst he didn’t talk to her, not often anyway, she didn’t mind speaking for them both, something Michael himself was oddly grateful for considering most peoples got frustrated that he didn’t speak and it was annoying, yet Y/N was never bothered.
“Hi, Michael!” She greeted the boy with her usual smile, earning an almost unnoticeable nod from him. “I brought you a gift.” Y/N reached out to hand him the usual bag of sweets, but there was something else in her hand: a friendship bracelet. It wasn’t that she expected him to take it, she had learned that he wasn’t the biggest fan of people and friendships, but she decided to make him one anyway, just in case he would take it and, to her surprise, he did. He slipped the threaded bracelet over his wrist, tightening it and giving her a small smile before digging into his sweets.
The pair sat in a comfortable silence for a while, before Y/N heard the name of her grandfather being called and caught a glimpse of his coat through the window. In a moment of panic, she ducked beneath the table, landing on the floor beside Michael’s feet. Despite the pain, she knew it had to be done; Loomis could never find out about their friendship, he would go berserk and forbid her from seeing her new friend.
Michael didn’t even spare her a glance, presumably knowing what was going on, which made it even less obvious what had just happened and it wasn’t exactly like any of the other patients were going to snitch on her; they were too sick to notice, Y/N assumed, still unaware of why Michael and the others were in the hospital and she had never asked, not that she would get a response, of course. It was Michael, after all. She had no idea and both Loomis and Michael prayed that she never would; she was too innocent to be involved with all of this, it was the one thing that they both agreed on.
It wasn’t difficult for Michael to guess her involvement with his doctor. She was young and he was old, so clearly a grandparent. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t care, she was the first person in a long time to show him genuine kindness and not treat him like the monster that most believe him to be. She was the first genuinely kind soul in his life, and he didn’t want to lose that, despite not admitting that to himself just yet.
“Is he gone?” The whisper from her caught Michael’s attention who simply nodded once he was certain that Loomis had left. He almost laughed at the mess of her hair when she popped back up, but he didn’t. “Phew! That was close. I should go, but I’ll see you again soon! Bye, Michael.”
Little did they both know, they would never see each other again in this world.
*
Y/N had no idea how long she had been in the entity’s realm, but each day felt like torture. Despite this, she had still made some good friends along the way, befriending each new survivor around the campfire with ease; her kindness never left. Laurie, the latest survivor, was detailing her past encounters with a man name Michael yet Y/N wasn’t entirely listening, too caught up in her memories of her past friend. She wishes she could have just said goodbye to him, given him a hug, anything that meant he wouldn’t believe that she had just abandoned him.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” Meg whispered to the woman beside her, noticing her lost in her thoughts.
“Yeah,” came her simple response.
Meg, who decided to leave her to her thoughts, turned her attention back to Laurie who was still telling the group stories from her past.
*
Being summoned to a trial was the last thing Y/N wanted whilst she was attempting to rest and clear her mind from her previous thoughts about her past friend. Of course, there was nothing she could do about this besides sigh to herself as she began rushing around Haddonfield, unaware of the gaze following her every move.
With three survivors sacrificed, Y/N was the only one left whilst also being unharmed which was a shock to her considering how brutal and talented the new killer, who she hadn’t seen at all throughout the trial, was.
As she ventured around the new map in search for hatch, Y/N almost screamed as she ran into the killer. Cursing herself, the girl took a step back, looking up to see the killer whose name she didn’t even know.
Rather than try to run, Y/N simply offered the masked man a smile. “Hi, I’m Y/N.”
The killer froze for a moment, before turning around and signalling for her to follow him for some unknown reason, yet she did so anyway.
Their walk was silent, the only noise being her panting and the masked mans breaths. Y/N still had no idea what was going on until she stumbled into the mans stopped body right in front of the hatch. The eyes behind his mask held some familiarity to Y/N, yet she couldn’t quite place it until she heard the man say his name as she jumped into the hatch.
“Michael.”
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"Love Me Tender"- The Huntress x Reader
Love Huntress with all my heart! I really like bunnies and she reminds be of blanc de hotot rabbits. She's a very big woman and I love her very much :3
warnings: none! fluffy and sfw, gn reader!
word count: 411 words
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Firm hands pin me gently as she kisses my tummy. We'd just gotten back from swimming in one of the local lakes all day, and we decided movies before bed was a lovely idea.
Anna's shoulders were broad, her thighs thick, strong arms encasing me and making me feel safe underneath her. I giggled as she pulled me closer and kissed my belly again. The Huntress sat at the foot of the bed, hand supporting my back as she drew my body up so she could rest her cheek against my thigh. I smiled. She was always so soft and tender with me.
She has always been so much bigger than me- all muscle and curve, her scars always peeking from behind sleeves. I drew a hand up to my lips, kissing at her scarred fingers. Her brows raised, a soft look overtaking her features, before a small smile was seen.
Every day I got to wake up next to her, able to kiss at her back as she woke up groggy as always, voice darker and huskier than normal. The gravel tones always made my heart melt just a little more. Anna always made breakfast with me and curled up into me to sleep.
I was brought back to reality when she pressed more kisses to my thighs.
"So pretty, little bird, always so sweet for me, hm?" Her voice brought all my attention back to her and her hands soothing my sore muscles. I smiled and leaned to press a kiss to her nose before nodding.
The grand Huntress stands and curls me into her arms snuggly before plopping down against the pillows at the head of the bed, hands going to tickle my sides. I laughed as she pressed kisses to my throat and tickled my ribs.
As she kisses my cheeks, dragging one of her shirts onto me for the night, she hums contently. Anna was always so careful. I arched into her touch just a bit more and she smiled into my skin before looking up at me. We both shared a small laugh. She pressed her cheek into my hair.
"Such a darling little thing, perched prettily for me, yes?" Huntress drew out her words, accentuating each one with the kisses she knew I adored.
As I nodded and pressed kisses to her hands as she draped the comforter over us and switched on the tv. Ah, it was going to be a lovely night.
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Amoricide [Dead by Daylight Dark Soulmate AU - Trickster/Survivor!OC]
Amoricide
The act of killing your soulmate
Chapter 4: Double Date
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
CW: mentioned torture, mentioned [implied] noncon, blood, Danny Ghostface
I want her.
That pissed Trickster off a little. Not as much as Cortez did, but a little.
He sat at the table in the large, empty room, ripped straight from Earth, and stared at the old radio. Sunshine wasn't on right now. Right now, she'd put on some metal band from Sweden he probably should have heard of, the latest in a long mix of rock songs from Brazil to Japan. Later tonight she mentioned she'd play a few hours of dark electronic music, things she didn't know the genre of but felt like they should go together. She was doing her best.
He wanted her.
He didn't even know what she looked like, and he wanted her.
It was almost insulting.
Trickster propped his arm up on the table and slid his sleeve down his forearm. The mark hadn't changed, still the same twisting spiral that bloomed like flowers on either end. He placed two fingers on the mark, and cold sunk into his skin, crawling up his arm.
Cortez feared him? Good. And the bandages over her mark dripped with blood last he saw her. How stupid she must be to not understand how much he hated her, how satisfying it was to end her life like the bug she was.
No, she understood. But she didn't know why, or who he really was.
He smiled.
A shadow passed behind him, a figure hopped up on his table. Trickster's smile dropped. Without moving his head, he looked towards the Killer who now swung his legs in the air beside him.
"Hello, Ji-Woon," The Ghostface's voice, changed by a modifier, still managed to show the smile in his voice. "Having fun all by yourself, are we? Aren't you bored?"
"Fuck off," Trickster said.
The Ghostface laughed. "Oh, don't be mean to me. Aren't we friends?"
"I'm warning you," Trickster said. "I don't have the patience for your bullshit."
"There's no bullshit here, Mr. Hak. Not tonight. Tonight's special."
Trickster leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. A special night for Ghostface meant some certain Survivor was in for it, either torture or sex, it all sounded the same when you were far enough away.
It also meant the Killer wouldn't be in anyone's business until he got bored again.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alright, I'll ask. Who are you going after tonight?"
The mask tilted to the side.
"Frank."
A small chill went up Trickster's back. He looked at Ghostface.
"They'll kill you for that," he said. "They'll kill you for even thinking about that."
"I need a challenge," Ghostface said. "And my sweet Felix is being very, very bad tonight. He's not left the Campfire once. If I didn't know better, I'd think he's learned." The mask tilted the other way. "What do you think?"
"Excuse me?"
"Would you like to help me?"
Trickster spat out several choice words in Korean without thinking. Ghostface laughed.
"You assume the worst of me, Mr Hak. I don't need participation, just a little assistance…"
He glared. What Ghostface did was none of his business, but he'd never considered the possibility the other Killer would go after one of their own. Frank Morrison was no friend of his. The Legion were pains in the ass, unfriendly to anyone but each other, and desperate to prove themselves in the eyes of the older Killers. A terrible combination. Sometimes he thought if he could break Frank's nose and get away with it, he would.
But Ghostface was a different beast than the Legion. Even on Earth he'd known that, just from the movie Hollywood made about him. Without thinking, Ji-Woon rubbed the cold, cold mark on his arm. Did Frank deserve whatever fate Ghostface planned for him?
… Wait, when did he start developing morals all of a sudden?
"If you want my help," Trickster said, "It better be worth my time."
Behind the mask, he felt Ghostface grin.
"Don't worry," he said. "This is something you've been waiting for."
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Someone knocked on the front door. Sunshine didn't move. Her eyes locked onto the TV screen on her desk. She swallowed.
Three figures stood at her door, all of them in masks. She shuddered. The Legion? How did they find her?
Her janky security system had no sound, no movement, just one unblinking eye at each door. But she could hear them.
"Open up! We are Legion and this place is ours!"
"I don't think she'll let us in."
"She doesn't have a choice. We'll break down the door if we have to."
"Hey, bitch! Open the fucking door, or I'll rip your pretty throat open!"
Bang. Bang. Bang.
She didn't move. Her numb fingers shook.
"What the hell kind of door is this… Hey! Open the door or I'll fuck another hole in you with my knife! You want that?! You wanna die like that?!"
"What if she's not in there?"
"She's gotta be in, right?"
"She is a Survivor…"
"And we're down one member."
"That bitch doesn't go into Trials, I don't care what she says. We would've seen her by now."
"I guess."
"What are we gonna do with her if she is in there?"
A pause.
"Guess it depends if she's cute or not."
Men laughing, a woman's nervous giggle.
The sound cut short. Sunshine listened closer.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Was that Frank speaking? He'd only spoken to her a few times before. "That's from - Give me that!"
A rustling of paper, a silence again.
Frank mumbling.
"Fuck the radio girl," the other man, Joey, said. "This is bad."
"That's really bad!"
"Fucking… fine, we'll deal with this bitch later. Let's go."
The tension left her body. Sunshine leaned in the back of her chair. She looked towards the window, the top of it cracked open. A smile spread over her face. They'd had no idea.
She looked back at the TV. The blood rushed from her face.
Trickster stood at the door.
"Finally," he said. "Annyeong nae salang. I've been waiting for this, Sunshine."
She jumped from her chair, and it rolled back, slamming against the wall.
I need to hide, she thought.
She looked around, looked back at the screen. The door was open.
"Don't be scared." His voice wasn't coming from the window anymore. "It's only me."
Her eyes looked to the floor. Did she have enough time?
She couldn't wait, couldn't waste it. With care and difficulty, she pulled up the floor beneath her desk. The harder part was getting the floorboards back on top of her. Sunshine lay face down in the dark, her hands pressed over her mouth, and waited.
Wood creaked. Footsteps so close by. She closed her eyes, tried to stop the way she shook.
"Are you hiding from me?" He said. "That's a disappointing thing to do. I've been looking forward to seeing you."
Creaking, squeaking wood. He stood next to the desk.
"What's this?" He said. "Some song you've been working on? I don't know this program you're using. Music isn't an easy thing to do alone, Sunshine. Wouldn't you like some help?"
Tears burned in her closed eyes. Please, please, please, she begged. Please please, go away.
He must know I'm still here, she thought, her eyes opening. He must…
Wood creaked, right next to her head.
Something like fingernails scraped against the floor.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are."
Sunshine clenched her eyes shut and reached out for the only help she had.
When Trickster peeled open the floorboards, all that waited was a patch of deep, fresh blood.
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An Unknown Possibility
Chapter Four
I'm not sure I'll ever be to thank y'all enough for how patient you've been with me in getting these chapters out! I really hope you enjoy this one, I decided to go for a different POV this time~
And as always, reblogs are greatly appreciated and preferred, thank you ❤️
Chapters: First / Previous / Next
Content Warnings: Canon typical violence, swearing
Word Count: 3,142
As the fog cleared, his lips curled into a smirk. Danny felt the familiar, comfortable weight of his knife in his hand; the solid wood and once polished - now nicely worn - leather of the handle. A rush of adrenaline and power shot through his veins as he twirled it between his fingers, spun it in the air, and deftly snatched it back. If he were being completely honest, he was still a little surprised that he hadn’t caught it by the blade yet. Maybe that was one of the perks of being here for as long as he had; practice makes perfect and all that bullshit.
With the knife back in his hand, he flipped it around and crouched, letting shadow surround him and veil him from detection. Really, the longer he was in these realms, or whatever people wanted to call them, he found more and more things to love about it. The thrill of being undetected while stalking a hapless victim was already a plus, but being able to strike them down with one blow? Well, sometimes it was a plus, and sometimes he wished there was more of a chase. His smirk widened - no one could give him quite the chase like they could. He really hoped they would be in this Trial; he had to give them some kind of punishment for leaving him like they had. He had told them to stay where they were, and what did they do? Ran away with their little friends and that jackass German.
He snarled at the thought of that man, almost loud enough to break his cover as he prowled around the grounds, keeping an eye out for one stupid survivor or another. What did that asshole have that he didn’t? They were about the same height, and he was sure as shit that he was stronger! Was it that he was a survivor? His accent? His Hair?
Nah, definitely the accent. Had to be. Even he couldn’t deny a sexy accent when he heard one.
Danny shook his head and took a breath. He had to focus and catch these little assholes before they could get away. He’d give himself bonus points if he was able to kill three of them before the-
A generator off to his left blew, and he almost laughed. Sure, people could say that it "happened to the best of us" (the 'us' being the survivors), but regardless of that, they just gave away their position, which in turn made his job - and life - that much easier. With a widening grin, he made for the blown gen. Danny absentmindedly wondered if whoever it was had run away from it the moment it blew in their face, or if they were just dumb enough to continue working on it. Sure it wasn't an entirely stupid idea considering most killers had their Terror Radius loud and proud at all times, but there were still a few - like him and Michael - whom that little piece of info didn't quite apply to.
As he got closer, he nearly laughed out loud when he heard the gen being worked on. Sneaking around, he tried to find the perfect place to peek out at them for maximum stalking. From the sputtering sound of the gen, whoever was here had just started working when they had fucked up. When he finally found a good place to stalk, he bent around the corner to peer at the survivor - make that survivors, plural - working; one was that annoying talk show host lady he never bothered to remember the name of… when did he ever really remember these poor saps names? The other was a small Chinese girl - or was she Japanese? Korean? He couldn't remember, and - again - didn't bother to try to. He settled himself for a good stalk, trying to catch their hushed conversation over the slowly progressing noise of the generator.
"You really believe they would be into someone like him? Please! They're way out of his league! Not to mention he's a killer; why would they like him if he's constantly killing them and their friends?" The smaller of the two rolled her eyes hard enough that her head rolled with them. Talk about dramatics. The other woman huffed and shook her head.
"I can’t argue with you about them being out of his league, but there also aren’t many romantic options around. As for sexual options, well, there really aren’t many of those either.” This made the smaller woman snicker as they continued working, a curse flying from her as she - once again - fucked up what she was trying to do, though this time the gen just shuddered a little instead of fully blowing in her face.
Their topic of conversation was definitely something he kept on the back of his mind as he snuck up behind the closest of the two and slashed his blade down her spine. She screamed as the force of the slash pushed her forward against the generator and further still onto the ground to the side. The gen blew for a third time and her partner fled like the coward they were. He snickered and wiped his blade before passing it over to his left hand while he picked the woman up with his right. She grunted and whined as she struggled to get out of his grip once he started walking towards the nearest hook; he rolled his eyes at the attempts. Unless one of her little friends decided to play hero, there was no way she was getting out of his iron grip. The thought brought back his smirk as he came to a stop to bring her down onto the hook. Her scream was like music to his ears!
There was a moment, though, where he paused mid step away from her now limp form before turning his head to look over his shoulder at her.
“By the way - not that it matters too much - who were you and the other little lady gossiping about?” The smirk on his lips widened beneath his mask as he noted the sudden look of worry that crossed her face before she started to glare at him. Her expression told him that she wanted to say something - what it was, he could only guess - but at the same time, didn’t want to give him the pleasure of a response. Well, whether she remained silent or not, her expressions were response enough to make him laugh, “What? Can’t a guy join in on gossip every once in a while? The other killers aren’t much in the way of conversation.” He rolled his eyes hard enough to roll his head - a mock to the other survivor earlier - and laughed again, beginning to walk away once more.
“Better hope your little friends can actually hold a conversation, or else I’ll be bored. No one likes me when I’m bored.”
Well, as far as he was aware - as he stalked away to try to find another survivor to torment - no one liked him whether he was bored or not. Not that it mattered. Save for his darling, he really didn't give a single fuck as to what the rest of the survivors thought of him. Though it did just barely puzzle him as to why he was so caught up on how they thought of him.
Ghostface paused behind a tree, clearing his mind and listening for any trace of a survivor near him - whether it be from walking around, rummaging through a supply chest or fixing a generator. It didn't take long, however, before the Entity so kindly alerted him that someone had gotten that one survivor down from the hook. He paused a moment before moving, deciding if he wanted to go back and see if he could down catch two for one. With a shrug, he moved off in a different direction, wanting to play with someone else instead of Boring Betty.
It didn't take long before he found a new… his own heart beat hard in his chest from excitement as he peeked around a corner to find someone blessing a totem. It was Them. The Entity really did bless him today, hadn't she? He stalked for a moment before walking over and kneeling right behind them, giddy that they were going to spook right into his arms.
"I didn't say you could play with my toys, did I?"
Just like he thought, they jumped with a yell right back into his chest. He took the opportunity to wrap his arms around their center and hold them close. If he hadn't been wearing his mask, he would've shoved his face right into the crook of their neck.
Their body was stiff against his, and it gave him an odd thrill that he could not only feel their heart pounding from fear, but they could possibly feel his heart pounding from the mere thrill of seeing them.
"Playing with things that aren't yours on top of not listening to what you're told to do? Such a naughty survivor, aren't you?" He chuckled and brought one of his hands up to rest on their cheek, his thumb brushing over their lip as the pressure from his hand pushed their head closer against his. His excitement dwindled when they remained silent and stiff, though in its stead, his curiosity started to peak as their face felt warm through his glove… were they blushing?
He laughed, hugging them a little tighter as he stood, before daring to remove his arms from around them. Somehow, he was startled when - the exact moment he retracted his arms - they bolted away like a frightened deer. This was nothing like how they had behaved around him before…
The confused expression he had under his mask swiftly became that of annoyance. There was no doubt that the other survivors' little warnings about him had wormed their way into their mind and heart. Of course, he knew it was all bullshit, and they were manipulating them to keep them away from him! As he chased after them, annoyance started to turn to anger - his thoughts going back once more to Mr. Tall, Blonde and German. It was obvious he was the one orchestrating the entire thing, even having all the other survivors in on it! Maybe if he cut a deal with the Entity, she could let him keep them with him, away from everyone else… yes, that was the only solution he could think of.
The chase didn't last long, and with his mind so focused on formulating the perfect plan to steal his baby away from the other survivors, he struck them down and hung them on a hook without a second glance or word. He would have more time to talk to them later, and if he performed well during this Trial, surely he would stand a better chance at getting what he wanted from the Entity. Though it did hurt him a bit to hear their cries and whimpers of pain, it was for their own good. He figured this was a good enough punishment for what they had done before - for now. Sure, he wanted nothing more than to take them down, hold them and tend to them… but he needed to be strong. How else would they learn? He shook his head to clear it before returning to the hunt.
With his mood down the shitter, Danny wasn’t in the mood to play his usual little games with the survivors in his trial. That, in turn, caused the trial itself to become much shorter than they usually were which - in turn - caused his mood to dip even further. By the time that there were two survivors left, he hadn’t cracked a single joke or given a hint of mercy. Normally, at least a kill or two would be able to lift his mood, so now he was not only a mister grumpy pants, but also confused as all hell about whatever the fuck was going on in his head. It would probably be simple to just chalk it up to his lovely doll refusing to really acknowledge him beyond sabotaging his shadow cloke and keeping out of his sight and grasp. He paused then, standing for a moment as his mood began to sink further with how his mind ran with his thoughts.
He hadn’t seen that last survivor all trail.
That thought alone had his blood boiling just thinking of who it could be; contemplating what he would do with them once he found them - he was so sure it was the German Bastard. Probably sweet talking his doll and enforcing the idea that he was nothing but a heartless, psychopathic killer, which he was not! If anything, he was a heartless, sociopathic killer - there’s a difference!
It pained him to say that it startled him when the final gen popped and the gates buzzed as they were activated. With a growl, he began to make his way towards one of the doors, hoping to either find the mystery survivor and kill them as brutally as he could or his lovely favorite and try to get them to actually talk to him. It had become increasingly irritating that they were trying so hard to stay away from him now when he and them would come together so easily like magnets, or other things that always went together - like coffee and donuts! Who doesn’t love a good coffee and donut combo? Okay, if he were being completely honest, he was more of a chocolate muffin kind of guy, but that was besides the point. The point was, he wanted to see them really bad and he was ready to throw a tantrum if he didn’t get to.
As he came up to the first door, he didn’t see anyone around immediately. He was thankful that he was cloaked so that his radius didn’t give him away, but he also didn’t want to spend too long peeking through every little corner to try to find someone when it was just as likely that both survivors were already opening the other gate. So, as a little compromise with himself, he did a quick scan of the more obvious places someone would hide before making his way towards the final gate they could be at, having to release his cloaking so that he could move faster and get there sooner. There was a small tickle at the back of his mind, like a metaphorical pinch and pull of his ear… but his brain. He grumbled and swatted the air around his head - he knew he needed to focus, the Entity poking at him wasn’t really helping. Finally, after what felt like hours, he finally made it to the door which was, in fact, just about to be finished opening.
And there they were. Both of them.
His darling was holding the lever down and, much to his relief, the survivor next to them was that little scardy cat that was always tucking himself away in lockers. Not much of a spine on that guy, so he definitely wasn’t someone he needed to worry about - and he wasn’t even that attractive. Had that boring midwestern look to him… Michigan, maybe? He wasn’t sure but he also didn’t have the time to really care.
Danny chuckled and cloaked again, sneaking around as the little nobody scanned through the trees behind the two of them. He almost clicked his tongue at his darling not looking around either - surely they knew better than to keep their eyes forward, even with someone at their back!
Once he was in a good position, and just about to be spotted by the little lookout, he lashed out and gave him a good, deep gash down his side. The punk cried out and immediately ran off, leaving his ‘friend’ defenseless. It was tempting to go after him, but he didn’t want to waste the time - the door buzzed loudly and started to open. He whipped around to see them rushing the door, muttering under their breath for it to open faster. He grunted and lunged forward, grabbing their bicep and pulling them toward him. His frown deepened as they fought against him, trying to pull away from him and get to freedom. He finally let himself click his tongue at them and shook his head, holding them tight enough to let him get his arms around them.
“Don’t be like that, I just wanna talk!” He chuckled, though he was glad he was wearing his mask because he just was not in the mood to even smirk, “Why haven’t you even tried to talk to me all trial? It really hurt my feelings, you know?” He sighed as they didn’t respond, only hitting against his chest and trying to push him away. He shook his head again and dug his knife into their hip, pulling their attention away from escape and to their pain. And, with that settled, he leaned down a little and lifted them onto his shoulder; maybe some time on the hook would serve them well.
“Not really sure your little buddy there is gonna come back for you, ya know? Open door, and,” He paused, grunting as he tossed them up onto the hook again, watching for a moment as the Entity’s claws came down to start trying to get at them, “A killer standing right in front of you? Wouldn’t make for an easy save, that’s for sure.” He crossed his arms and looked away for a moment towards the door, raising a brow when he saw the little guy from earlier just… standing there and watching. He almost growled, his lips silently coming up into a snarl before turning his attention back to his darling once more before heading toward the gate to get that little fucker.
“Meet me in the forest after you die. We need to have a talk.” Danny reached around the arms of the Entity to pat their cheek before turning back towards the door to see if he could snag that little shit stain - also counting himself a little lucky for remembering to give an offering to the Entity that let him kill at least one of the survivors by his hand - healthy or not. He didn’t plan to let this fucker leave so easily.
And as he made his way to the gate, he hoped that they decided to meet with him like he said. It would be quite unfortunate for the next trial’s survivors if they didn’t.
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Hello GhostLeon community, I usually don’t striaght up post links buuuuuut, I needed to share these; Below the cut are screenshots of Leon’s cabin constructed in Minecraft, based on conversations with @echomimus
Cabin front
Door closeup (nameplate is approximate)
Main living space (Wonder where that banner’s from...)
Cozy bedroom
Desperate attempt at a bathroom....
Modding is very, very broken right now, otherwise I would’ve gone all out with the details and done some neat stuff with Crayfish’s Furniture... no such luck. Either way! Enjoy!
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After the Bridge has Burned (part 14)
Warnings: Language, mentions/implications of substance abuse, depictions of malnourishment
Words: ~3.5k
POV: Ace
“You said what?” Kate yelled into her phone, her face inches away from her screen.
Ace rolled his eyes as he continued to search through his suitcase for a clean pair of sweats. Accepting Kate’s FaceTime was quickly turning out to be a bad idea. Of course Ace knew if he hadn’t, she’d only spam him with more and more requests until he answered. Still, he shouldn’t have told her the truth about the past evening—shouldn’t have brought it up at all.
“Ace!” Kate yelled again, demanding his attention. Instead of giving it to her, Ace reached for his phone propped up on the motel bed’s pillows and tipped it over so the screen faced down.
“Pick me up! I’m not done talkin’!” Kate demanded, quieter now that the phone’s speakers were blasting into the mattress.
“I’m done talking about Felix, Kate,” Ace responded.
He’d spent the last twenty minutes explaining the last two and a half hours to Kate. She already knew that Felix and Élodie were coming—he’d texted her the moment Élodie hung up her video call earlier. But now she insisted on knowing about how things went down. The short and sweet: not good. Ace wasn’t proud of it, but he left Felix in that driveway—didn’t look back either. He’d walked in, grabbed his clothes, changed, and did what he did best; he ran away.
“Plus, I’m changing.” He quickly added as he found a pair of black sweatpants at the bottom of his suitcase.
“Hey! I need to see you too!” Kate reminded him.
“No you don’t,” Ace said as he discarded his jeans, still a little damp from pulling them from Claudette’s dryer early. Did he care that he was changing knowing full well his motel blinds were open behind him? Not at all. The employees here have probably seen horrors worse than his decrepit ass.
“Yes I do,” Kate demanded, putting emphasis on every word. “We had a deal, old man.”
Ace rolled his eyes again, adding a long winded sigh with it. Pulling his sweats up to his hips, Ace grabbed the phone from the bed and propped it up again.
“Keep calling me old and I’m blocking your number,” Ace warned.
“If it upset you that much, you’d ‘ave done it by now,” Kate said, sitting back then drinking from a water bottle. “Let me see.”
Kate could be referring to a couple different areas of Ace; in this context, she wanted to see his torso. His torso was one of the few spots on Ace where he couldn’t hide his weight. When Ace lost weight, it all came out of his stomach first, accentuating his ribs until he looked unhealthy. And, if Ace was being honest with himself, he was unhealthy. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten. He’d tried satisfying the hunger pains by flooding his stomach with water or alcohol, but that only worked for an hour or so. He didn’t even want to acknowledge the headaches he got on the daily.
Anger simmering down into reluctance, Ace grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, exposing his stomach and half his ribs. In a quick sequence, Kate’s eyes went wide followed by her approaching her phone’s screen again. Ace immediately threw his shirt back down, feeling guilty.
“Ace,” Kate complained, her voice harboring both worried tones and angry ones. “You look like you weigh nothin’.”
Ace didn’t say anything. Grabbing his phone, he positioned it leaning against his suitcase so it perfectly faced the other twin bed of the room—the one Ace chose to sit on since he knew this conversation wasn’t going to end anytime soon now.
“When’s the last time you’ve ate?” Kate questioned, her southern accent she’d inherited becoming more prominent with each question.
Ace shrugged, avoiding looking at his phone like it’d turn him to stone if he gazed at it. Ace leaned over himself, forearms resting on his thighs. This interaction felt oddly similar to being scolded by a disappointed parent; something Ace still remembered all too well.
“Ace,” Kate repeated, now sounding more concerned. “Are you even eatin’?”
“Not really,” Ace managed, unable to lie to Kate. Compulsive liar was a title a lot of people used for Ace, and he embraced it for the most part. However, lying to Kate was something he’d never been able to do.
“Why not?” Kate asked.
“Everything tastes like ash, Kate,” Ace admitted back, a sharp point to his tone. “Ashy dirt with the consistency of sludge. I can’t get anything down.”
“Well…” Kate stopped short, determination in her voice but her face told a different story—she couldn’t find a solution to that problem. Her mouth twisted to the right as she looked away to a different part of her bus. She was alone; she usually was when she called.
Ace sat, silently waiting for Kate to continue. He hated this topic. If talking about Felix was a topic he wanted to avoid, he’d rant all day about the German if it meant attention was taken away from him. Honestly, Ace wanted to know how she was doing. Other than her touring, Ace didn’t know much about her recent home life and what not. He wished she’d take the reins and talk about herself instead; if nothing else, just so Ace could focus on her instead of his current pounding headache.
“Is it…withdrawal related?” Kate asked, sounding like she didn’t want to.
Ace nodded.
Kate was the one person who knew about Ace’s past after they collectively escaped the Entity. From his relationship problems with Felix to what he did to cope with said problems. Kate helped him through all of it. Even now, making sure he was okay and sober with daily check-ins like this.
“How long term are these withdrawals?” Kate asked.
Ace shrugged.
It’d been a long time since he dealt with substance abuse and the affects his body endured during withdrawals. Last time he fell into long term withdrawals, Ace went days without sleeping; it drove him nuts. But this, the lack of an appetite, it was a whole new ballpark. Intrusive thoughts had Ace desperate for a relapse, but he remained seated, focused on Kate. He made her a promise and he intended to keep it.
“I’m so sorry Ace,” Kate said with a thick coat of sympathy in her voice. “There really ain’t nothin’ you can stand? What about smoothies?”
Ace shrugged. “I don’t know. I kind of gave up after a while.”
“You need to eat, Ace.”
“I know.”
“You didn’t have anything at Claudette’s?”
“I left, remember?”
Kate’s expression hardened a little. Her nostrils flared as she let out an exasperated sigh. “You shouldn’t have to leave. That pompous, inbred snake shouldn’t have come in the first place.”
“Kate—”
“I’m serious! What good has he done? Fucker don’t even know how to give a decent apology.”
“Kate.”
“I otta come up there myself and rip his throat out for—”
Ace cut Kate short by quickly reaching over and hanging up the FaceTime call. Sitting back, Ace waited while biting the inside of his cheek. A few moments later, Ace’s phone screen lit up with a new request for a FaceTime call; he answered it.
“Point taken,” Kate said immediately, her face neutral.
Ace hunched over again, arms on his knees, not wanting to add to the conversation. He stared at the floor, drawing over the patterned motel carpet with his eyes to distract himself.
“Ace.” Kate’s voice gently called out to him. Slowly, Ace lifted his gaze to meet her blue-green eyes, all concern and worry. Her compassion always drenched his senses like a bucket of ice water. She was so wholeheartedly sweet and willing to simply be there for anyone; Ace loved that about her, except for situations like these—in situations where he wanted to be alone.
The longer he stared back at her the worse Ace’s emotions became. He felt like she was burrowing into him, seeing the parts of him he never opened up; the parts that concerned Felix. First, his throat tightened while his tear ducts began to sting just under his eyes. Then, his hands began to shake. Ace had to bite down on the inside of his lip just so he wouldn’t begin to frown. But all of it was for nothing. Kate could see everything he was doing, all the emotions he was fighting.
“Oh Ace, honey,” Kate fretted, drawing close to her phone screen again.
Finally, Ace’s throat broke, relinquishing a pathetic sob. He quickly covered his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut—it wasn’t enough to keep the tears from flowing over his cheeks though.
What was a fight to keep the tears back quickly turned into a battle of trying to breathe without breaking into violent sobs. He hated crying in front of people, hated it more than anything. Even though she technically wasn’t here, Ace still struggled to even look at his phone, even though Kate was actively trying to pull his attention back to her.
“Ace, I’m so sorry sweetheart. Please, you’re okay, honey. Look at me,” Kate pleaded, her voice thick with emotion like she was nearly about to cry too.
Ace shook his head, gasping in a breath before he used his other hand to cover more of his face. His whole body was shaking now from the attempts to keep himself still (how ironic).
“Ace. Breathe,” Kate ordered gently.
More sobs bellowed out of Ace as he lost his grip on the little control he had left. Before he knew it, Ace was on his knees hunched over himself on the floor between both beds, crying like a child.
How pathetic. Who cries like this over a man who hadn’t cared about him in years?
Ace does, because, deep down, he knew that wasn’t the truth. Felix had said so, Ace just didn’t want to admit it. Because admitting that he was wrong meant that he was now the proud one. The one that refused to compromise, to make things better. He was the snake.
“He hugged me, Kate,” Ace whimpered into the floor.
“What? Ace sweetie, bring me down there with you.”
Ace’s arm felt like a forty pound weight as he reached up for his phone on the bed. Fishing around for it, Ace eventually found the corner of it and pulled it down to his level. Still sniffling and fighting to find a steady rhythm for his breathing, Ace found Kate’s misty eyes anyway and repeated what he’d said.
“He hugged me.”
“You told me that,” Kate sniffled.
“I didn’t tell you that I didn’t want him to let go.” Ace barely made it through his confession before another sharp sob escaped his throat.
“Ace, sweetie, please take a second to breathe. I don’t care if you start crying like a maniac, please try and calm down a little.”
Ace let his phone fall back onto the floor, screen up, before he did the same, laying on his back. His breathing was nothing short of erratic at first. Short, quick inhales followed by longer exhales. He let the tears pour out of the corners of his eyes as he tried to focus on leveling himself.
“I’m right here, honey,” Kate reminded him after a minute of silence.
“I hate crying,” Ace admitted.
“It’s good for you, even if it doesn’t feel like it.”
Ace slowly fought his post-cry exhaustion and forced himself to sit up against the bed. He grabbed his phone again and held it up, finding Kate leaning against her couch's armrest, her eyes still plagued with worry. Regardless, she smiled the second she saw him.
“I know you’re not better,” she said gingerly. “But, it sounds to me like you didn’t want to leave.”
Ace shook his head. “I didn’t.” Ace blinked away quickly rising tears again before continuing. “I wanted to stay right there. I wanted to…”
“Hug him back?” Kate guessed.
Ace nodded, closing his eyes as another tear rolled down his cheek. He wiped it away with another sniffle.
“Why didn’t you?” Kate asked.
As he thought, Ace’s mind drew a blank. There was nothing in his mind but the emotional fog his crying had left behind. He felt like he was in the kind of mental state experienced just before the body drifted to sleep. Sleep sounded so nice to him right now, especially since his crying only elevated his headache. Ace rubbed at his temple with his free hand for a moment before answering.
“Pride, I guess,” he muttered with a sigh.
Kate remained quiet for a moment, nodding at what he’d said.
“You really never going to give him a second chance?”
“Would you?”
“Yeah, I would.”
Ace’s brow pinched at the immediacy of her answer.
“Ace, I know what I said earlier, and yes I’m mad at him for what he did to you. However, while we may not know Felix out here, we got to know him quite a bit in the Entity. And that man was prone to makin’ some of the dumbest decisions I’ve ever seen.”
Kate ended that sentence with a smile, contagious enough to affect Ace. He tried to fight it, but some of those memories of Felix in trials or around the camp brought a little joy to his face.
“You know what I’m talkin’ about,” Kate teased.
“Unfortunately,” Ace mumbled.
Kate chuckled. “He’d throw himself between you and the killer even though one more hook would kill ‘im. Or he’d be dumb enough to ‘borrow’ a flashlight from one of the girls and not tell ‘em. He’s book smart, he’s not street smart.”
Ace nodded as he reminisced, staring off towards the bathroom of his motel room.
“He doesn’t have any relationship smarts either,” Kate added.
Ace’s eyes drifted back to his phone, one eyebrow lifted as though her statement was obvious.
“Think about it, Ace. We both know ‘im. He said he grew up without a dad. Mom wasn’t too in his life either ‘cause she had to pick up the slack, if she wasn’t grieving the loss of her husband. Now he’s a grown ass man, no people skills, drinks his feelings away, and has never been taught once how to be with someone, let alone communicate with them.”
“That’s probably why I got a business email as a break up text—”
“You need to delete that.”
Ace narrowed his gaze at Kate who was currently shooting him a leveling glare too.
“I know you still have that text. Delete it.”
“Why?”
“Because it is a knife in your chest, Ace,” Kate said slowly, delivering each word like an icy punch. “Yes, Felix may have buried it there by sending it, but you’re only twisting it more each time you see that message in your phone.”
“I—”
“Delete.”
“Kate—”
“It.”
The pair glowered at each other for a long period of time, Ace having to blink constantly, not only from his eyeballs being dried out from crying, but also from his screaming headache. The light from the lamp on the nightstand beside him felt like shards of glass stabbing into the tops of his eyes.
Great. A migraine, just what I need, Ace thought as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I’ll wait,” Kate insisted, leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms.
Ace shook his head as he switched apps. “You are insufferable, you know that?”
“Only when I need to be,” Kate gloated and tossed her curls back behind her shoulder with an all too smug smile on her face.
Ace ignored her as he traversed his multitude of photos (most of which were just pictures sent to him by others) to find the three text screenshots. He paused, heart beating hard in his chest again. He didn’t want to enlarge the pictures. Even though he basically knew those texts word for word, he didn’t want to read them again—read the last, heart wrenching words Felix ever said to him before today.
“Just rip the stitches, hun,” Kate offered gently. She read his expression perfectly, knowing the turmoil he was going through without so much as a word.
Ace pulled in and held onto a deep breath as he selected those three texts and hit delete. A secondary, “Are you sure you want to delete these (3) pictures?” prompt showed up. Another moment and Ace hit that button as well, exhaling as he did.
“Better?” Kate asked.
“No,” Ace answered bitterly, switching back to FaceTime.
“Give it time,” Kate said with a decisive wave of her hand. “While your waitin’.” She leaned in close to her phone’s screen again. “Eat somethin’!”
Ace rolled his eyes. “I don’t have anything here.”
“DoorDash somethin’ then.”
“You think I have money?”
“You got CashApp? I’ll send you some.”
Ace sighed. “I’m not taking money from you Kate.”
“Then I’ll text Claudette. Make her bring you somethin’.”
“Don’t you dare,” Ace hissed.
“Why not? I’m not having you die in your sleep from starvation.”
Ace glared at her for a second before tossing the phone back up onto the bed.
“We ain’t done talking,” Kate immediately protested.
“I know,” Ace combated. “I’m just getting…”
Ace didn’t even make it up onto two feet before the world started spinning around him. Bolts of pain shot up to his head and his vision went black for a moment. Ace fell forward as his limbs gave out, letting his chest hit the thin carpet and knocking the air out of him. Through the ringing in his ears, Ace could hear Kate calling for him, asking something he couldn’t discern right away.
“Ace! What the hell happened!? Are you okay!? Say something!” Kate demanded, shouting each question louder as the previous went unanswered.
“Fine,” Ace wheezed, finding the strength he needed in his arms and propping himself up. “Just tripped.”
“Bullshit! What happened?” Kate yelled, each word spiking more pain into Ace’s head.
Grabbing a hold of the bedding, Ace hoisted himself up onto his knees again. Leaning on the edge of the mattress for support, Ace retrieved his phone to find a very concerned looking Kate now holding hers, pacing the length of her bus.
“Ace!”
“Kate—” Ace squeezed his eyes shut from the discomfort pounding in his head. “Quiet please.”
“What’s wrong? What just happened?” Kate repeated, sounding desperate with her voice just a bit quieter. Ace turned the volume down on his phone as he thought up an excuse.
“Just a bad migraine. Got up too fast and got dizzy.”
“Ace,” Kate pushed.
“I’m fine Kate, really.” Ace maneuvered up onto his feet to further prove his point. The whole endeavor nearly spun his eyes right out of their sockets again, but he managed to stay still enough to be convincing.
Kate shot him a worried, skeptical look though. “I want you to eat something as soon as you get the chance.”
“I will,” Ace answered, not intending on keeping his word.
Kate eyed him for another few seconds before moving to sit back down. “Get some rest though. Drink something.”
“Going to do that right now.” Ace actually planned on doing that. If this truly was a migraine, nothing better than medicine, water, and sleep; unfortunately, he was all out of medicine.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Kate told him with a sympathetic expression, like she didn’t want to have to leave him.
“I look forward to it,” Ace replied.
“Please be safe Ace.”
“I will.”
“Okay…talk to you soon.”
“Have a good night Kate.”
“You too Ace.”
Ace was the one to hang up first, immediately groaning and lowering his head to the mattress. His brain felt like it was pounding against his skull, trying to break free or make room for whatever was causing it so much pain. The world hadn’t stopped spinning. Ace knew if he wanted to drink anything (which he knew he needed to) he’d need to make it to the bathroom, the only source of water in his motel room.
Wanting to be in his bed sooner than later, Ace forced his body to straighten and aim for the bathroom in the corner. Walking felt like he’d just drank the contents of a liquor store. Ace grabbed hold of everything he could get his fingers around, leaning on the wall when he had nothing else to support him. By the time he reached the bathroom door, it felt like an hour had drug by—and he still had more walking to do.
From the door to the sink was a straight shot. After turning on the one light that worked in the bathroom, which only aggravated his sensitive senses further, Ace opted to lean off of the door frame and catch himself on the counter (barely). Turning on the tap and lowering his head to the stream was difficult but oh so worth it. The cold water rushing into his empty stomach relieved at least that one pain. Not surprisingly, his head still throbbed.
Leaning back again, the moment his spine hit the door frame was the moment shit hit the fan. Another flashing pain flooded Ace’s head again and the muscles in his limbs felt like they lost all motor function.
As the world went black again, he could feel his body shift forward. A blinding pain smashed through to the front of his head then another worse crack flooded the side of his skull, followed by nothing at all.
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Do you write for characters not listed on your masterlist? I was wondering mainly about other DBD killers like The Deathslinger, The Wraith, The Skull Merchant, and The Knight?
absolutely! they're not the most popular hence why I have not written about them yet but I love all killers. I wouldn't mind writing about them if I receive a request or get an idea.
#dbd fanfic#dead by daylight#dead by daylight fanfiction#the deathslinger#the wraith#the knight#the skull merchant#reqs open
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The Hell Priest's Flesh (Ongoing Hellraiser fic.)
The Hell Priest's Flesh:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39074640
Second part to The Hell Priest's apprentice:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/36570022
“For you are the flesh of my lord Leviathan.”
A sharp needle pierced through flesh and bone as she bit her bottom lip in pain.
“The essence of my soul given to repair your own damaged pieces.”
Her teeth drew blood as she could taste its bitter copper. A pair of closed eyes threatening to give way to release a scream.
“You are my apprentice, turned daughter with the blessing of our lord Leviathan.”
As the last needle was placed, a gush of blood seeped down her chin as she had bit through. Pinhead could only chuckle as he cleaned up the mess. “Forgive me dear, I often forget that you are new to the pleasure of pain.”
He placed his lips against her forehead softly.
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CHAPTER 1 OF MY ACESLINGER FIC IS NOW UP!
I hope you'll give it a read and enjoy it!
for all those aceslinger gremlins out there who desperately want some contento <3
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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."
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Hiii! Happy Halloween!
May I please have the slashers (Michael ‘78, Jason, Freddy, Brahms) when their usually cheery and happy-go-lucky S/O tells them they want someone de*d? (Censoring just in case aha)
Also, I love your works!
Hiiii! Happy (late) Halloween! Hope u had a spooktacular time!👻 also thank u sm! I really really appreciate it and am glad u like em! :D💖
Slashers when Cheerful!Reader tells them they want someone dead
Includes: Michael Myers (1978), Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger and Brahms Heelshire
Warning: Violence and sexual references
Michael Myers (1978)
*Head tilt*
Michael didn’t feel much, but it was safe to say he was a tad bit shocked when you said that. You, of all people… wanted someone dead?
Michael stalked this person, tracking them down to their house. Instead of killing them then and there, he dragged them kicking and screaming back to your place.
His white mask shone malevolently in the dark kitchen, void of emotion. Your wide eyes travelled down to the person restricted in his arms. Their head was bleeding and their mouth was covered by Michael’s hand, his other around their neck
“Michael…?”
He wasn’t going to kill them, he wanted you to do it
His black eyes were shadowed in darkness, but you knew what they said. In a silent exchange, you slowly slid open a drawer. The person struggled and screamed into Michael’s hand. Your fingers wrapped around the smooth handle of a knife, and you pulled it from the drawer
Michael watched in awe as you approached, shakily lifting the blade. He held the person against his chest, giving you access to their abdomen. You stabbed them over and over, much like how you learned from Michael. Their cries of pain soon died down to nothing but a gurgling death rattle. He threw the person roughly down to the kitchen floor, where their blood pooled around their limp body
Michael didn’t let you say anything. He thrusted you into a wall, making you squeak. He gripped your wrist tight, your hand still holding the bloody knife. He was completely infatuated with you in this moment. His hungry eyes traced down your body as he breathed heavily behind his mask. Though you had just literally killed someone, you could feel yourself coming back to your cheery self as his lustful gaze made you all giddy inside.
Michael gently grabbed your throat, and tugged you towards your bedroom
Jason Voorhees
Though he wouldn’t show it, he was a bit concerned when you weren’t as happy or cheery as you usually were. One morning in bed, as you both sat up, he gently wrapped his strong arms around your frame. A tired smile met your face, knowing that was how he sometimes asked, are you okay?
“I’m fine, Jacey. It’s just that…”
When you told him you wanted someone dead in that sweet little voice of yours, the arms around you stiffened. Rage overtook Jason’s thoughts. What did this person do to you? If you, cute and innocent you, wanted someone dead, they must’ve been the devil himself
That night, Jason left the woods and headed to the more suburban area of Crystal Lake. He was an excellent hunter, and found your foe real quick. He stood over their bed as they slept, their chest rising and falling with each breath. The person soon furrowed their brow and stirred, sensing the hateful eyes boring into them. Jason hardly gave them a moment to realise what was happening before he went in for the kill. He thrusted his machete down, over and over until they were spewing hot blood all over the bedsheets
Jason walked back home, pretty satisfied with himself. His mother was quite proud of him as well. But what excited him the most, was your own glowing words of praise. You were finally gonna be your happy self again!
Jason crept into the cabin, trudging towards your shared bedroom. You slept soundly within the sheets. Unlike his last victim, he would not wake you so rudely. He instead laid down next to you, bloody clothes and all. Jason wrapped his arms around you and pulled your back into his chest
“Mmm, Jason…?” You croaked
You could feel the fresh blood dampening the blanket. But alas, you were too tired to care. You also knew exactly who’s it was
“Love you, Jason.” You smiled
Jason rested his head on top of yours, cuddling against you affectionately
I love you too
Freddy Krueger
Instantly aroused😨😨
Freddy laughed evilly and licked his lips at you. Now we were talking! He loved that you were always happy and cheery, it was what made you so fun. But there was that small part of him that just wanted to ask, don’t you just wanna go ape shit?
He was gonna go kill them, sure. But in that moment, all he wanted was you. He slammed you against the wall and gripped your waist hard. Flirty giggles bubbled from your lips as he pulled you into a needy kiss
Freddy slithered into the person you wanted dead’s dreams like a fox to a chicken coop. He tormented them continuously, physically and mentally. He even interrogated them, shouting right in their face about you
“How dare you fucking touch them? You’re mine now, you little bitch!”
Couple slashes to the face later, Freddy waltzed his way over to your own dreams; his favourite place in the whole world. You greeted him with a wide smile and open arms, running up to him and attacking him in a hug. Freddy was careful with his bladed glove as he hugged you back
“It’s all taken care of, prince(ss). They won’t bother you ever again.”
Freddy pressed his chapped lips to yours, then shoved his bare hand under your shirt. Now the gory deed of his was done, he wanted you all to himself. You thought you could be all sexy, ask him to kill for you and then get away with it? Nuh-uh, babe! He was gonna eat you up
Brahms Heelshire
Brahms always adored how joyful you were. Whenever he felt blue, you were right there to cheer him up! What would he ever do without you?
One night, after reading Brahms a bedtime story in the most enthusiastic and engaging way possible, you gave him a goodnight kiss before cuddling up next to him in your shared double bed. Like usual, he fell asleep before you did, with his curls nestled against your chest. Just as you were about to drift off yourself, a loud crash sounded from downstairs. You nearly jumped out of your skin, becoming alert. You shook Brahms furiously awake, causing him to moan and groan in protest
“Brahmsy, I heard something from downstairs! I think there’s someone down there!”
You both leapt to your feet and snuck down to where you heard the noise. Just as you guessed, a burglar was in the living room, shoving old antiques and your tech into a duffel bag. He soon locked eyes with you, before looking over to Brahms. The burglar charged towards him, tackling him to the floor. The porcelain mask Brahms wore shattered into five large pieces, and laid at your feet. You screamed bloody murder as the two men began to tussle with each other. You kicked at the burglar, trying to get him off your boyfriend
Brahms ended up shoving him off, scrambling to his feet and looming over the smaller man. You looked to the broken mask on the floor, and a wave of anger hit you
“Kill him, Brahms.”
Before you could even realise what you just said, it was too late. Like a trained attack dog, Brahms threw himself onto the burglar. He straddled his hips, holding him down. He felt around for one of the shards of porcelain, and snatched one off the floor.
Brahms drove the jagged edge into the burglar’s throat. Your words echoed in his mind as he twisted the porcelain deep within the man’s jugular. He would do anything for you. You told him to do something, and he was straight on it. Always
When the burglar’s body stilled, Brahms lifted himself off him and stumbled over to you.
“Brahmsy…”
You threw your arms around him, and laid your head against his chest
“It’s okay, dear. I’ll protect you forever.” Brahms uttered in that deep, rich voice of his
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Uncanny Reunion
pairings- Nemesis x S.T.A.R.S Fem! Reader
a/n- i’ve been thinking about him a lot today idk why he’s taking over my brain rn // I rlly need to know if his cum would infect you or not
TW DARK CONTENT
NSFW WARNING:
contains- mentions/ implications of violence, monster fucking, fingering(f!receiving), non con (he kinda doesn’t know any better), MAJOR size difference, tentacle fucking 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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For several days, you remained oblivious to what was happening in your city. You spent most of your time holed up in your cozy one-bedroom apartment, not even bothering to glance out the window or switch on the TV. However, everything changed when the terrifying figure emerged and forced you out of your safe haven into the unknown dangers of the outside world.
You’re unsure just what the thing is, but you know it’s not something you want to stick around and figure out. It had already injured you more than you’d expected, making your escape difficult.
Outside, you're met with a scene of utter chaos. The streets are devoid of any signs of normalcy, and instead, you see hordes of undead creatures shuffling aimlessly. You take a deep breath, grateful that you have your trusty gun by your side. However, your heart sinks as you realize that you're running dangerously low on ammunition, thanks to your earlier confrontation with that colossal monster.
You limp your way through the wrecked streets of the city, hoping to find at least one normal person. But you’re surrounded by nothing by hungry, man eating zombies. Definitely not how you wanted to spend your evening.
The zombies were definitely easier to deal with at least. But you’re running out of bullets quickly. Regardless of your perfect aim to the head, there’s too many to just avoid. One bite is all it’d take, even just a scratch and you’d be done for. You just couldn’t make it out of this without proper supplies.
So, you reroute to the gun store. Just a couple blocks away. You were confident that you could make it there somewhat safely. You internally hoped for there to be survivors, even if the chances were slim.
But when you round the corner towards your destination, you freeze in fear, coming face to face with the intimidating being once more. It would be one thing if it was just huge, but it’s huge and armed. With a rocket launcher no less. And it was incredibly fast on its feet. There was absolutely no way to outrun the bastard this time.
As it comes barreling towards you, you almost want to give up. There was nothing you could do, not with 3 puny bullets. They had no effect on the thing before anyways. There were no tricks to pull to make an exit.
You just stand there, not even understanding why it was after you. Was it because you were the only one there? It seemed to be targeting you specifically.
It didn’t matter anyway. You were prepared to accept your fate. Just letting it happen.
Its strong form pummels you into the nearby wall, its force strong enough to completely bust through. But for some reason, it’s holding back.
Wincing, you slit your eyes to take a peek at what’s in front of you. It's got you tacked, but not pushing any further. Just staring down at you like it had some kind of crazy realization.
It lets out a low growl, seeming as if it was fighting itself internally, looking almost pained. “S.T.A.R.S.” Its rumble is almost incoherent, but you understood clearly.
He must be one of Umbrella’s experiments. A So-called bioweapon. That explained why he was after you, but made his hesitation to finish you off all the more confusing. The way he was looking at you almost emotionally. As if he knew you.
There was no way he could. You were aware of how Umbrella mutated and experimented on people. Once they change, their soul and all that they once knew vanish. The human they once were is gone entirely. Even if he knew you prior, those memories were gone. He was just doing what he was designed to do. So why was he looking so hurt? Why wasn't he killing you?
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
His breath is hot and heavy through his exposed teeth. He was too close for comfort. More so when his strange tentacle makes its appearance, snaking around your neck. You were certain your life was about to end. But then next thing you know, your clothes are being forcefully ripped off.
You're completely disoriented. Raccoon City is crumbling, zombies everywhere, and now a bioweapon is stripping you of your clothing?
His pained expression turned to something else entirely. Almost like before when he was hunting you down. Completely driven with need.
“W-what the hell is this..?” you stammer, only to get a low growl in return. As you try to squirm out of its grasp, he only tightens his hold on your neck. You know there’s no point in even trying. He almost destroyed your entire apartment complex, he could just as easily end you right here and now. Though he’s not.
Instead he’s pinning you to the wall, looking at you as if considering eating you as his next meal.
You let out a squeal at the feeling of his large finger stretching through your entrance. Just one finger was the size of three of your own normally. He was fishing around inside you. Toying with you.
The more sound you made, the more intense his movements got. His breath quickened with yours. This mutant creature was showing human emotion. Driven by pure excitement and lust. His finger glided with no particular rhythm, soaking in your growing wetness.
You feel your knees growing weak. The combination of your lack of oxygen from his stronghold and his relentless massaging of your insides is overbearing. You were already powerless against him before, this just made you 10x weaker.
Just as your vision begins to go spotty, you’re allowed air again. His lengthy tentacle release your neck, instead traveling further down. His finger slips out, leaving you empty for the briefest moment before you’re filled again. This time by the rope-like tentacle attached to him.
It slithers deep into your cunt, pushing past your limits and your cervix, all the way up into your womb. The feeling makes you want to scream, to get away but he holds you there against the concrete wall.
But as it starts to move, you feel an overwhelming heat in your stomach. Your logical brain falls somewhere far away.
The bioweapon continued to play with your hole, letting out low grunts as if he was feeling great pleasure from this. Your eyes roll back as the tentacle slides in and out without mercy, whines and whimpers escaping your lips. You can’t help but cling to the huge form in front of you for support in your helpless state.
Your touch does something to him.
Nemesis struggles, his entire purpose being a killing machine. He was supposed to wipe out the STARS members. That's what he was designed for, yet you did something that made him feel something so overwhelming. He forgot all about his duties as real feelings came into play. He can't remember where he's seen you, or why he feels this intense necessity to have you. But he can't just ignore it. Especially not now. The way you're holding onto him, meekly panting and whimpering as his tentacle fuck up into you, he needs more. You've made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, something he doesn't even remember to be possible.
The tentacle slips out so he can lift you to his height. He does so with ease, his giant arms hook under your legs and lift you up. You sit midway on his stomach, and he just stares at you for a while. Noting your half-lidded eyes, and heated skin.
It gives him uncontrollable urges. Just like his purpose to fulfill Umbrella’s orders. He needs you. Needs to claim you as his own.
Nemesis was a superior being to you, but looking down at your petite form stirred something vile within him. The way your tits sat on your chest, rising and lowering with every breath and your pussy was puffy from his stimulation.
He couldn't stop himself, or understand whatsoever.
Nemesis strips away his lower clothing, revealing the largest and most strangely built dick you've ever laid eyes on. If you could even call it that.
There was no way that thing could fit, anywhere. So you thought.
Nemesis saw no restrictions, stuffing the girthy member into your tight hole. You cry out in agony as it stretches you deeper. You weren't wet enough for it to go in easily. Even if you were, you doubt it would feel any different. Its girth was the size of his forearm.
As he bounces you with his thrusts, the being lets out primal groans, still bearing its teeth and heaving breaths heavy enough to blow you away.
He can't comprehend what this feeling is. He just knows he can't stop. He keeps bullying his cock into your cervix relentlessly, reaching the back of your canal without even having to go very far.
Once again, you rely on him for support. He was fucking the life out of you.
He goes feral with need as you hold onto him again. The feeling of your warmth against him reminds him of something he just can't quite reach. Your helpless cries make him throb.
His hardened length doesn’t cease its assault even for a second as he desperately chases his high. He can hardly feel your nails raking at his back, all the feeling flows to his cock. Your tears wet the thin cloth of his covering, but he doesn’t understand. And it was too good to stop.
Through your blurred vision, you couldn’t even make out where you were anymore. Your thoughts were being stolen from you. You can feel him fuck all the way up into your stomach. Your walls struggle to conform to his shape but he makes them. It felt like you were being torn apart from the inside. You couldn't take it.
Your cries for help go unheard, instead only driving him further. He stuffs you like a toy, ramming into you with his enormous cock at an alarming rate when he feels something. A tightening feeling like something was about to explode.
His breath falters as the sensation takes over.
It spurts out, giving him a strange euphoric high. He groans, continues to fuck into you and milk it out of him. He stuffs his cum as deep as it can go, the slick lubes his need. He couldn't stop. It felt so good.
Your legs tremble along with the rest of your weaker from, there was nothing you could do to get out of this. You thought he'd never stop.
He was addicted to this newfound feeling.
Unexpectedly, he slows. His body is tense and shaky as it begins to feel too good. Almost painful. He pulls out quickly trying to make it stop, his arousal steadily leaking and twitching now beneath you.
Once more, Nemesis just stares at you, that human emotion apearant on his mutated face again.
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Just Pretend [Love is Madness] (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)
18+ | soft and fuck nasty wombo combo wesker, he whimpers, biting, what if wesker was in love AND denial, p/rn without plot | Fic Directory
You bury your face in the sheets, fists scrambling for purchase in the soft silk. The moan that leaves you is anything but dignified, though you’d passed that threshold long ago. He’s had a long day, and you were all too happy to help him get it out of his system.
A hand twists in your hair while another takes a biting grip at your waist to steady you with each punishing thrust.
So thick, so full…
“Al…” You mewl, the nickname a sacred utterance only for special moments, whether carnal or tender. You hear the way he shudders. You feel the flex in his grip. Wesker loves it and you know full well he does. By the stutter of his hips turning to a wet grind, you know it drives him crazy to be called such a sweet, silly name. To feel every one of your proclamations of love seep into something so… mundane.
You feel him collapse, chest pressing flat and hot against your back as he braces himself, breaths panting in your ear. He’s not done– nowhere near it. This is just how he gets away with the softer things. He thinks you don’t know how much he fucking loves the full body contact. That he shivers when the whole of you is pressed to him, when he feels completely joined with you.
He peppers kisses from behind your ear down to the junction of your neck, each one wet and warm and full of unspoken adoration. Each shallow grind into your heat makes him try and fail to bite back weak little moans until he becomes so fed up, so frustrated that he can’t keep his perfect composure, that he simply has to sink his teeth into your flesh. At least he could lie and say it was just the taste of you that made him make such sweet little sounds.
“Oh god!”
You know that’ll drive him wild too. For in his mind, he is the god to whom you cry out.
And how right he is…
His hands snake up your waist to grab at your chest, pulling you against him even firmer. Your hand flies back to thread in his hair, tugging softly at his ruffled locks. The force of his bite leaves you and is replaced with his tongue laving hot across his mark. He gives two sharp rocks of his hips before rising off of you, pulling you into a kneeling position– back tight to his chest the way he likes it. With an arm around your waist once more, he lets loose. The bed creaks and moans beneath the force of his motions, and you’re fully convinced it’s going to give out one day. Its song of protest is drowned by your symphony of passion, of skin on skin and desperate noises coming from you both.
He bites down on you again to hide his sounds, but it’s to no avail. Nothing can quite disguise the sound of Wesker whining and whimpering as he gives three sharp thrusts and a stuttering fourth before you feel him spilling within you– and oh how he sings for you. That edge to his voice quakes with every tight moan he can’t suppress and your name finds its way between each heavy breath. His arms pull tighter than ever around you as if letting go would make him fade into nothing.
But he doesn’t stop. He never stops– never stops grinding or managing the occasional shallow rut. The slide of his cock gets wetter with every bit of come that seeps out around it. You’re on cloud nine, dangerously close to falling over the edge yourself when the hand at your waist finally drops to finish you off.
“Let–” he gasps softly, “let go, now.”
The sound of him still stumbling over his breaths coupled with the perfect touch does you in immediately. It makes you arch and writhe against his unyielding grip as each wave of raw pleasure beats down on the shores of your mind and body. Wesker holds you through it, eyes focused on the rise and fall of your chest, the way you quiver and pulse around his cock clouds his mind with the same intense need that got you to this very moment.
He’s not done. Not even close. The feeling of your walls milking him drives him further into a madness he knows, deep down, he’s never going to escape.
And why would he ever want to?
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Amoricide [Dead by Daylight Dark Soulmate AU - Trickster/Survivor!OC]
Amoricide
The act of killing your soulmate
Chapter 2: Take Your Breath Away
Chapter 1 here
Content Warnings: Canon typical violence/death, derogatory language, ask to tag
Notes: I've never properly written Trickster before, critique appreciated.
He could kill her over and over, and it wouldn’t be enough. It would never be enough until the bitch was dead for good.
The Entity’s Realm had some flaws, but murder wasn’t one of them. They screamed so sweet, so loud, when he hit them, hooked them, killed them with his own hands. Not all were worthy of his songs, but he still took pleasure in ending the lives of all of them. And then she came along. That bitch Cortez.
He knew about her before she knew about him. She shared a first name with another Survivor, so they called her by her last name. American of Mexican ancestry. 19 or 20 years old, who cared. On the heavy side, but stronger than she looked. Dark hair, brown skin, gray eyes, freckles. Slow runner. Hell of a voice. Bloody bandages on her left forearm.
He should have paid more attention to those bandages. But he hadn’t paid much attention to her at all. She was just another Survivor, another person to hunt and kill and kill and kill.
Just another Survivor. Until she wasn’t. Until he saw that under her bandages was the same mark he had, in the same fucking place.
Trickster never hated anyone as much as he hated her.
The disgust that rose inside him, the rage that rocked his body, stronger than he’d ever felt either of them before. Seeing her gray matter, her eyes, her bones, turned to mush at his feet, didn’t satisfy it. Killing her didn’t satisfy him. She’d be back within hours.
“Why did you bring her here?!” He shouted into the darkness overhead. “What is the meaning of this?!”
There was no answer. But in the back of his mind, something shifted, the Entity’s attention turning towards him.
He pointed at the corpse on the ground with his coated bat.
The Entity shifted again, a sensation grating against his mind, like confused grumbling.
“Her arm!” He said. He did not need to, but he rolled up his bloodstained jacket to show the Entity his mark. “She has my mark!”
My mark, he thought. My love mark, my birthmark, no one else should share a thing with me. No pathetic worm who can’t even jump through a window should be my soulmate. A man like me deserves better than her - she can’t compare to me. She isn’t worthy of me.
And the Entity did not react, her attention resting on the mark on his arm, and the mark on his corpse. His eyes narrowed. Did the Entity not know about the myths?
With care, he pulled a string of thought in his mind, a few memories, and pushed them towards the Entity. With a sensation like a leaping cat, she took them, pulled towards them, looked through them, absorbing everything he knew.
And when she finished - he knew she was finished by the way the wind went still - she simply… did nothing.
He could feel it easy. She did not understand.
Stupid of him - what did the Entity know of love? She didn’t need it. There was no biological necessity to breed, to guide feelings of fondness into sex. There was no cultural obligation to marry, have children, make your parents proud. There was nothing of that here.
Trickster felt a smile pull at his lips, relief settling in between the revulsion. What was he so upset over? She was nothing but another bag of flesh to slaughter. That was all she’d ever be.
He apologized to the Entity, as he would to any of his elders. She still did not understand, but she also did not care. As he walked away from the corpse to leave the area, he heard her pull the headless corpse down into the earth. Six feet under, feeding the worms, was just where that pathetic creature belonged.
A cold smile spread over his face, and he put the bat over his shoulder. Still the anger and disgust swirled within him, but now they felt like friends. He was going to enjoy crushing the life out of that woman, over and over and over again.
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It happened again. It happened again. It happened again and again and again.
There was nothing like time in the Entity’s Realm. All clocks stopped at the moment they were taken to it. Watches, cell phones, laptops, dead time, still working. No sun, no moon, to try and track things. The Survivors counted the days by the food they scavenged. The trees stretched between the Trial areas, buildings scattered within them. In those buildings, supplies. And sometimes, sometimes, Killers.
Ever since the Trial with Trickster, she’d been useless.
Ever since that Trial, he’d been hunting her.
How he tracked her down, she couldn’t imagine, but without fail, every time, he appeared. He was there when she was alone, he was there when she wasn’t. Sometimes he sang, sometimes he whistled, sometimes he made no sound at all. Didn’t matter how he appeared, it ended the same either way, her waking up beside the Campfire with the memory of her latest death flashing through her mind.
“Leave me alone!” She shouted once, with her back pressed against the outer wall of a shack. There was nowhere to go, he was faster than she was, and the Fog blurred the trees around them. No one would hear her scream for help. No one would come if she did.
“I didn’t do anything to you!” She cried, she begged.
Trickster’s smile twisted his face into a monster’s. All the Killers were monsters, but he was special, a nightmare walking, following her everywhere.
“Oh, but naekkeo,” he said, voice painfully sweet as he palmed the bat in his hand, “You were born. That’s all I need.”
He tossed the bat aside and lunged. His body knocked the breath from her, and she had no chance to get another. She hit the ground, his hands wrapped around her throat. As the pain flooded her body, and her fingers scraped at his arms, her eyes met his. When the darkness swallowed her sight, Trickster’s eyes, glowing yellow, glowing with hate and hunger, haunted her well after she came back to life.
Sunshine didn’t bother eating anymore. Dying reset her body to what it’d been back on Earth, so she was never hungry. And even if she’d wanted to eat her body weight in soup… the others who could contribute deserved that more.
But there was somewhere she could go, somewhere only she could and did, and one way to get there that wouldn’t get her killed.
All the other Survivors slept, in piles or alone, catching whatever rest they could before the Entity snatched them up again. Sunshine reached into the pocket of her jeans, and pulled the scrap of paper and pen free. She wrote her request on the paper, and wrapped it around the flower she’d found on the edges of the Campsite.
With one more glance to make sure no one watched, Sunshine tossed it into the fire. She folded her hands together, and prayed to their captor for mercy.
As she finished the prayer, something alive shifted in the back of her mind. Sunshine raised her eyes to the heavens, and nodded. She stood up from the fireside and walked into the trees without looking back. She walked with confidence, with the faith that her aunt, the nun, had spoken of with a smile.
She’d lost any faith in a merciful god years ago. But the Entity held no mercy for anyone. That was a god she could work with, even though no one else would understand.
Sunshine reached her destination alive. The building looked like any other in the Fog Realm, obscured by the darkness. Before she opened the door, she looked at the sky, and whispered, “gracias por su ayuda.” Thank you for your help.
Only the wind answered, kicking up the leaves in the trees. Sunshine stepped into the building - her radio station.
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