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darkdevasofdestruction · 2 years

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helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I’m so happy that you liked those! I hope you’ll like this one as well! <3

As soon as Pyramid Head saw you for the first time, when you were sent in a trial with him, he stopped dead in his tracks and stared at you.

Your soul was so bright and beautiful that he couldn’t help but want to approach you and protect you for the rest of your life.

Of course, with his scary appearance and that big-ass sword of his, you got frightened out of your mind and ran the hell away out of there.

Since then, Pyramid Head started chasing you during every trial - But you soon realised that he never harmed you, even if he reached you.

He always let you go, if the gates were opened, or would guide you to the hatch and would watch you escape to safety.

This made you realise that he, for some reason, didn’t want to harm you, so out of the trial, you went to confront him.

So you went to the Killer Camp and as soon as he noticed you, he got up from the log and made his way towards you, very menacingly - But that was to intimidate the other killers and keep them away from you.

You wanted to talk to him, but when he wouldn’t answer, you realised there was no way he could communicate properly, so you were at a great loss.

That is, until he signed for you to stay there while he left for a short period of time - And once he returned, he unexpectedly... Put a small, white flower in your hair.

You were absolutely flabbergast and had no idea how to react, but once he turned around and walked towards the camp, you called out a loud ‘THANK YOU’ to him.

He stopped for a second, then he continued to walk.

Since then, you noticed massive differences during your trials.

None of the killers even dared approach you, let alone try to hook or mori you.

Hell, some of them were even afraid to look at you - You saw them run away as soon as they got in your proximity, even if you were working on a gen!

Mostly, the human Killers were affected by this, and they were terrified out of your mind of you, yet you had no idea why!

After a few trials where you were the only one that got out of there alive, thanks to the killer’s mercy of showing you the hatch, you decided to go see Pyramid Head at his Camp and see if he had anything to do with this.

When you got there and saw the big man get up, and some of the smaller killers started shuddering and inching away from him - It was definitely a sight to behold.

Seeing the Pyramid killer in front of you, towering over you, you realised that you had no idea how you were going to ask him about this issue, so you started chuckling nervously - Until the man put his hand on your shoulder and had you follow him deep into the forest.

You’ve never been deep into the forest, especially not alone, but for some reason, you felt rather... Safe with him by your side.

You reacher a clearing that had little fog around but was surrounded by a few wild flowers - It was a beautiful place to be at, all things considered.

It made you smile.

As you sat down on the grass, he signed for you to wait for him, and when he returned, he was holding something in his arms, and knelt in front of you.

He was holding a white bunny that he put in your lap for you to pet and take care of.

You were so speechless that you couldn’t help but look up at the Killer in awe - And you smiled sweetly, holding the bunny dearly in your embrace.

“Thank you”

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airbendertendou · 1 year

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safety [of a killer’s arms]

gender neutral reader. no killer in mind so they/them pronouns used. killer is bigger / taller than reader [bc they're a lil monstorous it makes sense in my mind]

synopsis : an unnamed survivor [he/him] makes you feel sour - for lack of better words. one trial, you find yourself running to the murderer instead of away.

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he always made you uncomfortable. sliding up beside you at the campfire ; his hands lingering when he patched you up ; sly nicknames that made your skin crawl. with a gulp, you flinch as the generator you’re working on finished, lighting up the spot you were hiding at.

taking in a deep breath, you stand and slowly observe your surroundings. the lack of a heartbeat and chilling feeling of being watched was absent — you were safe for now. you tread along carefully, eyes peeled for any sudden movements.

“[name],” the hairs on your arms prickle just at the sound of his voice. you don’t turn — you only continue moving forward. “we’ll be safer together. come stand with me.”

you ignore him. lips parted, your breathing struggles to steady as panic starts to build up. you can hear his feet shuffle behind you ; he’s starting to speed up to catch you. “[name], come on! it’s only us now.”

it sounds like a threat. his tone is reassuring, words light and airy, but it still feels like threat. it’s only the two of you ; no one else around. you gulp again, speeding up just a little more. he lets out what sounds like a laugh, “are we playing a little cat and mouse game?”

“go find another gen,” you call out over your shoulder. you quicken your pace a bit more, “we can still win this.”

“i did win, [name].” he lets out another laugh — it sounds menacing ; dark. everything a survivor shouldn’t be. “i’ve got you, all to my self.”

your heartbeat picks up, pounding in your ears. on the edge of a sprint now, you can see the killer of this trial in the distance. you speed up more, ignoring the muffled curse behind you as you barrel straight into their arms.

a vice grip is around their torso. arms around their waist, you bury your head into their neck as your breath leaves in panicked pants. “jus’ kill me,” you whimper out. “please.”

their hands are raised above them, weapon still poised from when they prepared to swing it at you. curiously, their eyes fly to where you came from ; to where your fellow survivor had now made himself known.

“[name],” you whimper at the sound of his voice. his eyebrows furrow, playful smile falling from his face and growing stern. “let them go. now.”

“he won’t leave me alone.” you whisper it into their chest as you burrow further into them. “watching me. waiting for me. touching me. i— he won’t leave me alone.”

their hands had fallen to your hips now, peeling you away from their torso. you whimper again but relax when they pull you behind them. just what had this man done — what had he made you feel — that was so bad you looked to a murderer for comfort? for safety?

he lets out a huff, taking a step closer. you mold yourself into their back in retaliation. “[name], come on. we have to win this game. jus’ you an’ me now.”

you want to scream at him. want to cry and yell and hit him until he stops talking ; until he stops eyeing you so desperately and hungrily. phantom fingers dance on your thighs, reminding you of the hidden touches he’d take from you ; careful whispers echo in your ears of the things he’d do to you once you were alone.

you couldn’t go with him ; refused to.

the killer of the trial made a show of raising their weapon again before they flung it toward him, hitting him directly in the chest. with a small oof!, he falls to the floor before struggling to get back up. as he limps away, he glares at you and it feels more sinister than the heart beating in your ears.

“safe.” it’s a promise. your killer pats your shoulders as gently as they can, moving you so that you’re a little more hidden. they crouch so that your eyes look into theirs, “safe.”

stay here, and you’ll stay safe. i’ll take care of him while i’m gone.

the breath of relief you let out is immediate. and it’s so stupid — how secure you do feel with someone who’s life revolves around murder. but, compared to the creeping touches and lingering gazes of your fellow survivor, they are a safe haven.

they come back after a scream of terror hits the area you’re in, drenched in blood and almost skipping with joy. gently, your hand is looped into theirs as they tug you along the map.

“home,” they say. “take you home.”

and so you’re lead to the hatch, lowered into it because your legs are too shaky to handle your own weight. before you fall, your fingers grip onto the edge of it and you peer up at the killer once more. your lower lip trembles, “thank you. i can’t say it enough — thank you.”

every trial with them after that feels gooey — warm — as you’re always saved for last and treated less harshly than the others. he never looks at you again ; instead he shakes in fear at the thought of you and the giant bodyguard you’d acquired.

lingering gazes come from outside of the campfire now — but they make you feel protected and watched over ; safe. they always manage to make you feel safe.

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weskin-time · 1 year

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Ok so Deathslinger, Bubba, Ghostface and Michael with a survivor who yells “You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid” at them while they’re (the survivor) being chased by them (the killer) if that makes sense

Sorry this took so long!! this is my first time writing for the DBD killers so i hope i do them some justice!!

Stretch for DBD survivor when

DBD Killers x GN!Survior

not beta read

Deathslinger

He just wouldn’t get off your ass the entire match.

At the very beginning he was chasing Dwight before he spotted you at a nearby generator before dropping chase and picking it up with you. Weaving in between trees, ducking behind covers, even hiding in a locker never deterred this cowboy from going after you. You weren’t fully paying attention but you think you’ve heard 3 generators pop already, you were surprised you ran him for this long without getting shot or hit.

You chest hurt from how hard your heart was beating and your legs were starting to feel like lead as you ran around the Rotten Fields trying to loose the tall hulking cowboy in the corn. You weren’t even the obsession, he had so many opportunities to shoot you but it almost seemed like he missed on purpose.

You were getting a little fed up honestly.

Turning your head around to look at him aiming down his gun you yelled out to him, “You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid, cowboy!!”

Now that seemed to catch him off guard. Caleb Quinn let out a horse wheeze of a laugh before white hot pain exploded in your stomach. He shot you.

You grabbed onto the harpoon like metal in your abdomen, trying to struggle against the chain as he wound up the gun to bring you closer. You grunted in pain as the tall cowboy pulled you closer to him. You couldn’t break free before you were inches away from him. Part of you thinks you fucked up by teasing him, but another part of you was relieved the chase would finally end.

You prepared to feel the barbed metal rip out of you and a slash across your chest but none came, instead his large hand came down to grip on the spear, effectively holding you in place close to him. You stared up at the massive man, his glowing white eyes bore into your sole it felt like before he pulled you closer by the metal in your stomach and leaned down to put his face in your own. Whips of grey white hair tickled your face as he looked at you with a shit eating grin on his face. You would have been blushing if all the blood wasn’t leaking out of your abdomen.

“So what if I do?” His voice was a tad raspy, it held a slight irish accent mixed with one of a western cowboy, you didn’t expect him to have a voice like that but you also don’t know what you expected him to sound like.

This was the first time you were this close to the man, and as you took in his features you realized he was a handsome man, large scar and all. You two stared at each other for what felt like a minute before he ripped the barbed spear out of your guts and he smacked you with the butt end of his gun making you fall to the ground.

You don’t know if you fucked up by teasing him but you definitely had a new problem now.

The Cannibal

You could hear that chainsaw a mile away. You sighed as you got started putting wires together on a generator in Father Campbell’s Chapel. It had been quiet for quiet some time as you almost finished the generator, but you spoke too soon because a bleeding Meg ran past you and you began to hear heavy footsteps follow her up the stairs.

You lost your focus on the generator escaped you as it exploded in your face. Meg was already gone and now you had Bubba on your tail as you ran and jumped out the window. Barely a grunt came out of you as you landed on the ground, a two story fall was nothing but a little ache on your ankles, the Entity worked in weird ways. You turned to your left and ran your way to the killers shack, behind you you could hear the man’s chainsaw rev up.

You knew this killer was from a movie back in your own world before the Entity took you in its hard grasp, you barely remember the franchise of movies due to the Entity but every time you saw Bubba running around the map you had this flash of a memory in your head, where he’s in a radio station being distracted by a woman, her legs spread and his chainsaw running against her inner thigh. He spared her then, and you wondered if you could fluster him and use that tactic against him.

You entered the shack with an idea in your mind, he set off his chainsaw and swung it around, barely missing you as you ducked into the shack before the last swing hit you. You did your best to run him out the other door and before he could get out you slammed the pallet down on top of him. He let out a squealing sound as he tried to recover from the stun. This was all going to plan.

“You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid!” You stood in place on the other side of the pallet, your entire body told you to run but you went against it.

He straightened out his posture for a second, he looked like you just flash banged him, the skinned face on his own covered any reaction you could gauge but you assumed he was a little shocked as he wasn’t revving his chainsaw to knock the pallet into splinters.

A small gasp like sound came from him, his posture looked conflicted on what to do in this situation and you had a voice in the back of your head wondering if you made him uncomfortable. But you doubled down on your words and gave him a wink.

That seemed to knock him out of what ever kind of spell he was in, and he made a loud chocked squeak and grabbed his yellow bloodstained apron with one hand and moved it to cover his already hidden face. You did it. You flustered the man.

He dropped the apron and turned around, he looked back at you and made a sound before leaving the shack.

You watched him as he left, and you don’t think you could admit this to any other survivor by the campfire but that man was very cute and his reaction to a simple little dumb statement made your mind change it’s opinion on him.

Ghostface

You hated the Hospital. The layout was confusing, you could never find a generator, and there were too many spots a killer could hide from view. Certain killers could use that to their advantage, and one killer in particular did.

Ghostface was a mortal enemy of yours. He would always single you out every match no matter if you were the obsession or not, it was kind of your own fault for it if you were being honest. The first time you met him you made a horror movie reference and he’s been hooked on you ever since, now he chases you around every time he sees you make horror movie quips back and forth before he hooks you and leaves you for dead. He made you hurt. He tore through your flesh in a way no other killer did, he left you sore after trials when normally you were patched up and fine. He was ruthless with you

You were working on the generator in the center of the building, it wasn’t safe as it was out in the open but it was the easiest generator to find on the map. You spotted movement out of the corner of your eye, a black shadow dodged behind a door frame and it settled in your mind of who you were as to who you were being hunted by.

You stopped your movements on the generator and stared at the door frame to see a white mask pop out and look back at you. You might have been imagining it but it looked like he gave you a nod, but you still turned around and booked it. Your heart beat fast as he followed you through rooms, he tried to slash you but you vaulted through a window before he could and his knife hit the wall. He was being quiet today, quieter than normal at least.

You ran him into another room and dropped a pallet on him, stunning him for a second as you ran to get away from him.

“Come back sweetheart! I’m not gonna hurt cha’! I’m just going to bash your brains in!” He referenced The Shining yelling after you, there’s the Ghostface you know and despise.

“Oh Shut it Danny! You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid!” You looked over your shoulder to see he gained back the space lost from being stunned.

You felt leather wrap around your arm and yank you back, turning you around and pulling you close to him. His hand left your arm and grabbed at the collar of your shirt, holding you in place unable to escape his hard grasp. Ghostface pulled you so his mask and your face were inches apart, you could hear his heavy breath muffled by his mask.

“You’ve just figured that out huh?” He didn’t give you any time to register his words before manhandling you into the large shower room of the Hospital before placing your stunned ass into a stall. “Stay here. you and i are going to have a little chat when i get done killing your friends.” He curled his fingers into air quotes on the word chat.

“Wha- huh??” You dumbly asked as he began to turn away from you.

“Oh sweetheart you haven’t noticed that you’re my favorite? That you get special treatment? How i make it hurt worse for you and no one else? You’re the only one I care to talk to hun. Now be a good pet and stay right there till i get back.”

Oh. Oh Okay. You stayed put mostly out of fear but another feeling settled deep in your stomach, a feeling you didn’t want to think about.

The Shape

For being a tall wall of a man, Micheal Myers was silent, he was scary. When they say he stalks they could never truly elaborate the pure primal fear this man made someone feel as he silently chased after them. You had found out the hard way why he was called The Shape.

You were trying to unlock a chest, the action easy but time consuming. Jiggling the lock loose always seemed to do the trick, and you had the time and ability to look around to make sure you were safe while doing so. You were safe as far as you know.

A large hand grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you away from the chest as if you were a baby kitten, but the collar of your shirt dug into your throat and made you choke, effectively stunning you for a short second. The killer used this as an opportunity to turn you around and grab you by the throat. You were face to face with a white empty eyed mask, the brown hair glued onto the old rubber seemed to be wearing away with age. His massive hand was around your throat, his fingers crushing your wind pipe as he lifted you into the air. Pain shot down from your jaw to your shoulders as it felt like your head was going to be ripped off. Blood couldn’t make its way to your head with his vise grip making your vision blur and begin to turn black on the edges. You struggled against his grasp, your hands trying to hold yourself up to relieve the pressure on your neck, your foot came to kick his stomach but he grip tightened and you choked and missed him.

You felt loopy as your head began to swim, you looked into the eye holes of his mask and it must have been the lack of oxygen and blood to your head but part of you liked this. Some part of you was enjoying this. This man was strong enough to hold you’re entire body weight up with just one arm as you wiggled and struggled in his grasp.

“Ohhh you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.” you wheezed out. Your vision started to turn fully black and your lungs began to scream at you.

Your body was jolted as if you’ve been shocked as you harshly and suddenly landed on the hard ground, you gasped and gagged for air, tears now running down your face as you coughed and cried. Your eyes throbbed as the blood began to rush back into your head, your throat burned and your shoulders ached.

You looked up to see Micheal Myers standing stiff as always looming over you. He stared down at you and tilted his head to the side as if he was a confused dog. The empty black eye holes of the mask bore into your recovering body like a cougar stalking its prey. He had dropped you. Why? Did you startle him by talking to him? Did you fluster him? you were right?? Was he going to kill you?

A generator popped in the distance and he straightened up his head. He looked down at you one last time before he turned around and began to head in the direction of the popped generator. You held your throat as you continued to gasp as you watched him walk away. He made it about a ways off before you stopped and turned back to you. You must have still been loopy from the choking because you weakly lifted up a meek thumbs up and he turned back around to find you the other survivors.

What. Was that a good thing?

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anxiousnerdwritings · 2 years

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Hey Sweetcheeks,

You should really double check your locks before heading out or going to bed. You never know who may just find their way inside and all the terrible things they could get up to once they do. You can’t ever be too safe, ya’know? I mean what would you have done if it was anyone else other than me? If anything you should feel real lucky that you’ve got me keeping an eye out for you. I wouldn’t do this for just anybody. You gotta be real special for me to put my neck out on the line for ya’ and you just so happen to be special enough.

It’s not too bad though, I do get some benefit from it after all. I get to see your cute vulnerable face here and there, especially while you’re sleeping. A few snapshots while I’m at it. Not to mention I also get to take a stroll around your home but don’t worry I leave everything in its place and haven’t taken anything. At least nothing you’d notice or miss.

Anyhoo, I’ll be on my way. It’ll probably be awhile until the next time I pop by so until then don’t miss me too much! And I’ll try not to miss you too much either. But that’ll be real hard for me, you’re just far too irresistible to be away from for too long. Try not to get too lonely without me either. I at least have some souvenirs of yours to tide me over until I come back for another visit.

Xoxoxox Hugs and Kisses,

Your Secret Admirer ;p <3

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fandom-go-round · 4 months

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Hello. Do you have any headcanons of Pig, Huntress and Artist (dbd) dating S/O, who's good at reading facial expressions?

Thank you for your patience Anon! I hope that you enjoy these!

Warnings: Implied Canon Typical Violence, Implied Unhealthy Relationships, Stalking, Questionable Mental States (Non Sexual)

The Pig:

Amanda appreciates that you’re so good at reading people. Or in this case mask expressions. She doesn’t like to take her mask off, even outside trails. This means that if you want to get to know her, you need to get to know her through the mask. Her mask isn’t very expressive but there are clues you can look for to figure out how she’s feeling. A head tilt means she’s listening, her head going back means she’s annoyed. Amanda says a lot with very little once you learn how to read her.

Her eyes show a lot of emotion and you often stand so that you can see them clearer in the light. She thinks it’s odd you’ll stand just off to the left or directly in front of her but there’s a reason. Pig isn’t going to stop you from doing what you want, even if it’s going to get you hurt. She thinks it’s funny when you go to get a better angle and then trip on a tree root or step into a hole. Her laughter might sound mocking but it’s one of the only times you hear her laugh so you’ll take it.

She will get jealous if you spend time reading the other killers like you do her. She wants to be special to you and takes that very seriously. Even if you’re only doing it to stay alive, a part of her is going to be huffy. Make sure to spend extra time with her or ask her what she wants to do. Amanda will take things into her own hands and if you really want to see her face, this might be a good way to gently hint that she needs to express herself. The Pig might grumble but she does care about you and wants you to be happy.

The Huntress:

It’s not something that Anna notices at first, she’s too busy watching you. You’re so interested in the world around you that it can be hard to look away. She’s drawn to you like a moth to flame. It takes some time for her to notice that more often than not you’re staring back at her. She knows that it’s hard to tell what she looks like and where her attention is, her mask is designed that way on purpose. Even so, you always seem to know when she’s watching and it makes her feel good to have so much of your attention.

It can unnerving to be the center of your attention; you read her so well and it makes her feel vulnerable. Anna isn’t use to being the one exposed, the one hunted. There’s a part of her that likes it and another that hates it. When she first realizes that you can read her like a book she’s not pleased, not taking it out on you but stomping around trials. As she gets used to it and understands that it’s part of how you express your affection, it gets a lot easier for her to handle. On bad days it can still be too much and she’ll end to spend some time alone before spending time with you again.

Anna is fairly neutral if you’re good at reading other people. It makes her smile behind her mask when you route other killers or tease the other survivors. She doesn’t get jealous easily but when she does, it’s with other killers who have masks. She knows the kind of focus you have to have to read them that well and it can make her feel insecure. Give her extra affection after trails like this and all will be forgiven.

The Artist:

She thinks that it’s fitting you’re able to read her so well. Carmina isn’t very expressive anymore and does her best to come off as cold and elusive. She can’t deny that she’s been drawn to you but the better you get at reading her, the more she wants to follow you. It’s your eyes she later realizes, when the urge to stalk is gone and she’s thinking about the trial. She loves your eyes; even more so when they’re fixed on her. She becomes determined to keep your attention as much as possible.

It’s not hard for Carmina to keep you entranced; she has a presence that’s hard to ignore but when you’re in her sights? You’re only torn away when it’s forced. It doesn’t start as love, it’s defiantly fascination but it goes from like to love quickly. She loves that she hardly needs to say anything, one glance and you know what she’s feeling. It’s a power rush she hasn’t felt in a while and she embraces it completely.

Carmina begins to show off when she knows you’re looking, making things seem completely random but it’s all for you. It’s flattering to see new pieces of art that relate to you in some way. It’s not super obvious but it may be more use of your favorite color or a landscape you enjoy. She’s not easily jealous but she does get annoyed if people have no idea you’re together. When she wants everyone to know they will and then her affection can overflow like a river.

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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hello!! i was wondering if i could request a thing where it's either evan macmillan, jason vorhees or bubba sawyer and they bottom for the first time? thanks :) (reader is just around average height, is not all that strong and is more caring to them)

Evan Macmillan, Jason Voorhees, and Bubba Sawyer

Headcanons

Evan Macmillan

- Evan would be the most cautious about bottoming for the first time. I think part of his brain thinks its not something he should do, like its something bad, but he sees how much you enjoy it, so he wants to give it a try.

- It would take a long time to have him prepped, as he keeps tensing up and you have to comfort and kiss him. You also reassure him he really doesn’t have to do this if he doesn’t want too. He would say he does want to, he’s just scared.

- As you can imagine the first time with Evan is very slow and careful, especially since he’s bigger than you in height and width and he’s much stronger than you.

- Evan gives a violent jolt the first time you touch his prostate, and he almost forgets how to breathe, so of course you make sure to hit it from then on out to hear him whimper and cry.

- At the end of the night, Evan will ride you at least once after he’s grown more comfortable and surer of himself. He has very powerful thighs so you can assume you’ll be ridden into exhaustion.

- The two of you will a sweaty cuddly mess when the night is over, and he will end up quietly admitting he really likes it and would want to do it again.

Jason Voorhees

- Jason would be kinda scared of the idea of bottoming, but he’s always been very careful with you when the two of you are together, so he is willing to give it a try, as long as you are careful.

- Jason learns he really likes when you finger him or eat him out, it has him humping his sheets and whimpering. Since he doesn’t make much noise in general I don’t think Jason moans a lot, so choked off groans and whimpers is the best you’ll get.

- Please be careful with him, slowly work him open and praise him when you’re doing it. He will melt into a puddle, his hips twitching back into your hand as he tries to get more of the wonderful feeling.

- He would want to do it doggystyle the first time since he’s heard it’s the easiest for the first time, but at some point, he will find himself on his back, his legs around your hips and you thrusting into him.

- Jason will definitely wrap his arms around you, but he has to remind himself to be careful since he is a lot stronger than you and he doesn’t want to hurt you. Loves when you make hickeys all over his neck and shoulders.

- He would want you to cum inside of him, because it makes him feel closer to you and he likes how full he feels as well.

Bubba Sawyer

- Bubba wouldn’t have much of a problem with bottoming, I just don’t think it’s come up until then. He’s never really thought about it, but he would like to try.

- He’s a lover, so you can expect him to want to kiss the entire time. Even when you’re stretching him open, he would want to kiss or touch you in one way or another. Please praise him, it makes him melt.

- �� Bubba would adjust quicker than Evan or Jason, again because I don’t think he sees anything shameful of anything to fear from bottoming. As long as your both having fun nothing else matters.

- Bubba is very embarrassed about the noises he would make when you touch his prostate, he would cover his face and blush. You would have to carefully remove his hands from his face and tell him its okay and its actually very flattering he’s so into it.

- He would want to do it missionary, at least the first time so you can look at each other and kiss and so he can hold you close. Bubba might also try to ride you but he’s so worried of accidentally squashing you that it ends up with him just holding himself up as you thrust up into him.

- Bubba wants all the cuddles afterwards, please hold him and run your hand through his hair, he will preen under your attention and cuddle you real close.

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fandom-imagines · 2 years

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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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arcade-writing · 2 years

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Set the mood

🍋NSFW

AFAB reader but non specified gender

Pairing: Evan McMillan (trapper) x reader

Warning: impact play, mask kink, wax play, some fear play, bondage, size kink, pussy slapping (sorry), Evan has a big dick, wine used how it shouldn't, messy sex, low-key romantic but not really, nipple play, reader is kind of a brat, some degrading and a little bit of humiliation, sir kink

This does take place in the Hooked on you universe but not exactly. I've made Evans personality more barrable. This is my first ever writing for him so my apologies if things don't feel in character!

The one bald man I'll fuck. Just played hooked on you and got Trappers route finished. The happy ending image got me 😳

Now, were you surprised you were in this situation? No. No you weren't. But did that stop the way your heart began to race as panic flared. No.

It was stupid to tease him. You were on a romantic date scheduled by Claudette and Dwight but you couldn't stop yourself. Smiling as you kept pressing your body to his. Making comments that made his blood rush. Ruining a perfectly good white shirt with wine just to watch him get riled up.

He carried you down to the basement. You pawed at his back as you tried to not squirm. Excitement burning your insides as you tried to hide your grin. The bottle of wine clutched tight in his large hand.

You peered around, looking behind you. You blinked at the scene before you. A large table in the middle of the room covered in a dull red cloth. Roses sprinkled on it and on the floor. So many red candles it could be considered a fire hazard - like seriously - who needed or owned this many candles?

But what really got your attention was the long chains dangling from the old chandler, dried wax covering it. The final touch to it all was the leather cuffs attached to the table. This room was definitely used for torture at some point. And tonight? Well you had an idea what'll be in-store for you.

Your back hit the table with a thud. You grinned at the killer as he loomed over you. Clutching the tables side as he looked down at you.

"That was expensive." He slammed the bottle by your side.

It took you a second to understand what he was referring to. Noticing how his eyes were fixated on your stained shirt. Right, the wine. That one smelled so sweet yet tasted so bitter. The one you purposeful spilled all over your chest knowing he loved seeing you splattered in red. But there was one thing you forget in your haste; Evan didn't like wastage.

"I didn't even get to try it."

Suddenly, he grabbed your shirt. You stuttered out a noise as he ripped it from your chest. Leaving the back and the sleeves still covering you but the front was completely ruined. Buttons flying to the floor and whisps of thread tickling your skin..

There was many things that you found attractive about him but his sheer power was one of them. One hand he used to rip your shirt. How easily he carried you here. Even when he was swinging around his cleaver around, able to break wooden planks with just a stomp of his foot.

"I mean- it was just an accident, big guy!"

You both knew that was a lie.

You couldn't tell if he was as horny as you were or genuinely mad at you. It was hard to tell with that mask on his face. Also his voice wasn't all that expressive, the most tone you'll get is when he's pissed or smug.

Your thoughts were cut off when you felt the liquid hit your chest. Jolting from how cold it was as he tilted his head. Eyes locked on yours.

"Oops." Was all his said, his voice flat but you could hear it. The smirk hidden under that toothy grin molded into his mask.

Evan lowered himself, propping one leg up on the table. Forcing your legs tight together just from how large he was. Easily able to cup your chest with one hand as he leaned down. You let out a small whimper as his tongue dragged along your chest. Starting from the middle up to your collar bone.

A hum was released from the bottom of his throat. Deep and gruff as he lapped up the droplet's trying to escape down to your back. You were sure you were panting at this point. Unable to catch your breath as your heart thrashed within your chest. Not even being subtle about the way you arched your back, inviting him to keep going.

"I think I need to taste it again, see if it's worth tying up those clumsy hands of yours."

Your fingers dug into his arms, just avoiding the spikes in them. His laugh echoing through one ear and then out the other.

Forcing yourself to stay as still as possible as he poured again. Watching the way it traveled from your collar bones down to your nipples. A small growl coming from him as he quickly licked it up. Not wasting a single drop. Making sure every inch of skin was clean. He cupped your chest closer to his face, his other hand releasing the bottle and holding your back. Arching your back for you as he lapped up a stray droplet that went down to your perked pud.

His large tongue dragged along it, the tip of it flicking your nipple. "Evan-" you whimpered out but he ignored you.

Swirling his tongue before he latched on. Sucking and licking. His teeth twisting it as he gentle bit down. Well, as gentle as he could. The sharp pain mixed in with how sensitive they were made your whole body twitch. As if it sent an electric shock through you.

Evan switched hands, now using the hand that was on your back to play with the other side. Tweaking the bud between two fingers. Your nails left small white cuts in his skin but that only fueled him to keep going. Loving the way you squirmed and moaned. This time he wasn't going to let you two get interrupted.

No, not when you're reacting like this. He hasn't even fucked you yet but here you are, whining in pleasure. Trying to create friction with your thighs but you didn't have enough leg space to squirm. Becoming so desperate for more but you didn't ask for it.

You both knew he held the power here. He was the one in control.

But what you also knew was that, If you begged enough - you could get anything you wanted.

"Evan - please - I need you- need you inside me- you make me feel so full when your cock stretches me out, please!"

That made him stiffen. Groaning around your nipple as he grinded against your raised legs. You could feel the tent in his overalls. Straining against the fabric as it twitched at your words. You tried not to smile, knowing you've won.

He pulled away, letting you drop from his grasp. You wiggled your hips as you stared up at him, fluttering your eyelashes with big doe eyes. As if you didn't just say something so filthy. You were innocent.

The killer grabbed your hands, his hold on them tight as he straighted his back. "I should gag that mouth of yours."

You gulped. Eyes searching the room as you tried to think of a way to convince him. This was an act, a game, you knew if you didn't want to actually do something he wouldn't make you. But there was a thrill in letting him take what he pleased. Letting him do whatever he wanted with you. And even bigger thrill trying to pretend you weren't ready to do anything to relieve the throbbing between your legs.

"Keep begging like that and I'll have to, so be good and wait."

You didn't say or do anything. Just pursing your lips. He didn't like that. His grip on your wrists tightening.

"Am I understood, little bunny?"

That's a new nickname. It was cute.

You flashed him a smile. "Yes sir." Adding a quick wink for flare. He rolled his eyes, unable to force back the small amused smile on his face.

Evan took your wrists and began to cuff them. Looking down at you to see if there was any discomfort but you kept nodding at him. Silently giving him the 'ok' each time.

"Those are to stop your clusmy hands from ruining anything else."

He slid down the table. Standing Infront of it as he positioned your legs. Forcing open the buttons of your short before he yanked them down. Throwing them to the floor before he did the same with your underwear. Leaving you completely naked whilst he remained dressed. He opened your legs as wide as he could, propping them up before cuffing them. The chains were fairly long on both restraints so you were able to move your arms and legs without too much restriction.

"And these, are to stop you from squirming so much."

The chill air hit you. Making you shiver as your sex was put on full display. Your arousal clear as you jerked your hips.

"Since you want to be so messy, I've got something for you." He mused, walking over to a candle and grabbed it. Walking to the side of the table as he grinned down at you.

Your breath caught in your throat. You did ask for special candles from Claudette and Dwight for this kind of thing. Body safe wax but you didn't expect there to be so many! And the fact they gave them to Trapper instead of you was even more surprising.

The wax was warm, stinging but wasn't too painful. Just enough to make your head grew dizzy. He dripped it across your chest before traveling down. Loving each whimper and moan that slipped from your lips. Watching each drop splatter along your skin. The sound of the chains rattling was music to his ears as you let out a loud sob. He kept going all the way down, staying just bove your crotch. Leaving a giant T on the front of your body.

You panted as they already began to harden. Cooling down on your skin giving it a needed break.

"Evan...." You didn't know what you wanted to say, your back arched as you legs trembled. Your mind was completely empty.

He laughed at your state. Grabbing one of your legs, bringing it closer to him as he grabbed another candle, replacing the other. Pouring it in a zig zag across your thigh.

You mewled as you tugged on your restraints.

"Are you learning your lesson, little bunny?" He looked at you as he focused the dripping on one part of your thigh.

"No, sir." You gasped out.

Evan let out a sigh. Disappointed in your words. He put the candle back in its place. Walking to the end of the table, grabbing your hips and flipping you over. The chains twisting snd strained in your new position. Your wrists locked together, crossed.

He yanked your ass back and he leaned on the table, kneeling on it as he kept your sex flushed to his. Your legs propped up on his thighs. You both let out a groan at the contact. Like this, you couldn't really move. It made you squirm as you rolled your hips back. Your eyes fluttering as you moaned.

"Still wanting to act like a slut." His hand suddenly came down. A loud slap echoing through the room. You yelped as your hands clawed at the edge at the chain.

"So needy to be fucked." Another slap. "Willing to do anything for my attention." Another. And another. You chewed at your bottom lip as his rough palm collided with your cheek. "My slut."

He growled out his last words as he sent one more slap to your ass. His large hands smoothed over it, rubbing and massaging the aching cheek.

His hand glided up from your ass to your shoulder. Guiding your body further up. Your arms leaning off the table as he kept your legs spread. Evan licked his lips as he looked at you. Watching your legs shake and the obvious arousal coating your thighs.

Using two fingers to rub along your soaked folds. Just grazing your clit as he collected up your wetness. You whined at the contact. Feeling more sensative than usual. Each touch felt like fire.

"This is what's getting you in trouble." He prodded one finger against your entrance. You whimpered only in response, nodding your head.

"Driving you to act so desperate." He moved his fingers, back and forth. Grazing your clit each time.

You didn't know how much more teasing you could take. Your whole body was hot. Your legs were struggling to support you. The left over sting of his punishments were making your head spin. You needed him so badly.

His whole hand moved between your legs. Only needing half of it as he slapped your sex. You let out a choked sob at the sudden pain. Flames growing in your cheeks as you realized something about yourself. Wanting to hide away as you grinded against his palm.

"You like that?" He scoffed, grinning ear to ear. Slapping again but this time, focusing it to your clit. You let out another sob. Nodding your head furiously.

"Use your words."

"I- I like it when you slap me there...."

Evan smoothed his palm over your cunt. Letting you calm down as he let you grind against him. But despite this show of kindness he wasn't done.with being cruel.

"Where?" His laugh rumbled through his chest.

You squirmed under his expecting gaze as you looked at him, over your shoulder. "My pussy." Your voice was timid. Tears stinging your eyes.

"That's it, so good for me."

His voice was softer now. Removing his hands he flipped you back around. The chains untangling themselves as he guided your body back to the center of the table.

"You know what good sluts get?"

"No sir." You shook your head. At this point you didn't know what he was going to do.

"Come on, I think you do, you begged for it so shamelessly earlier."

He smoothed his hands up and down your thighs. You couldn't stop the weak moan that tumbled out. Looking down at his clothed crotch. A wet spot over it but if that was from you or him you weren't quite sure. Evan patted your leg as he moved back. Unbottoning his clothes and finally stripping free. You weren't surprised to see he wasn't wearing any underwear.

His skin wasn't smooth. Rough and calloused all over. Scars littering across his body. But in the glow of the candle light, he looked radiant. His caramel eyes looked golden. Shining at you as he kneeled before you. His whole body was so massive it left you in shadow. Everything he held looked miniscule in his hands.

You looked small. Delicate. Yet he manhandled you. Yanking you around and using your body as he wanted. As you wanted.

Your mind was swimming. Spreading your legs as far as you could, inviting him to take you.

The killer purred as he plunged two fingers into your hole. Surprised how easily you were able to take them. Usually he had to work you up, just to get two in. Loving to tease you with the stretch before he removed one finger and fucked you. But now, you were eagely taking two, knuckle deep.

He moaned as he listened to how wet you were. Sloppy sounds coming from you as he fucked his fingers into you. Scissoring you open to get you ready for his cock. There was a struggle. Not matter how much or how long he prepped you, it was a tight fit. Having to ease into you and let you adjust every few inches.

Once he was satisfied he lined himself up. Your breath getting caught in your throat as the chains stopped your movements. Stuck in the air, Just barely able to move. The fat head of his cock slipping in, precum smearing against your folds.

Slowly, he pushed himself further in. Thrusting in and out in slow but deep thrusts. Getting you use to his size. You wanted to move him yourself but your legs could only move so far like this.

"Just- fuck me already." You whined.

"Not yet."

He huffed, grabbing your hips as he jerked his hips. Just a few more inches. He groaned when he finally bottomed out. Flush against you as you moaned. Rolling your hips as his pelvis grazed your bud. He grabbed your legs, keeping them still as he moved his hips back before plunging forward.

Hitting as deep as he could with each thrust. There was no time to prepare yourself. You were getting exactly what you wanted.

You screamed as he hit that certain spot. Unable to think as he kept pounding into you. Each wet squealch making you whimper. You could feel each vein as he dragged his cock in and out. He twitched as you let out a weak moan of his name. As if silently daring you to do it again, he slowed down. Still going as deep but now, he took his time.

"Evan-! Keep going."

He smirked, blowing air out of his nose. "I haven't stopped."

That jerk! You groaned as you tried to move your hips, fucking yourself on his cock but he was able to stop you. Pushing your legs back making you let out a small hiss.

"Faster-!"

He snapped his hips into yours. Picking up his original pace. Your whole body bouncing from the sheer force he was using. You could feel yourself grow closer to the edge. That familiar coil tightening in your stomach. Threatening to snap. It seems Trapper could feel it too. Groaning as he kept up his relentless thrusting.

Evan was growing inpatient. His own release dangling Infront of him but unable to chase it. He snarled as he folded into you. Biting down on your shoulder as he let out a deep growl. You gasped as you clenched. Cumming all over his thick cock. Panting as you were finally able to catch your breath.

This seemed to be what he needed. Thrusting one last time with a harsh slap as he buried himself deep inside. Hot ropes of white squirting out. You shivered at the feeling, feeling just as full when he finally pulled out. His left over orgasm painting your stomach.

Evan started to unbuckle you. You rubbed at the red marks. Letting your dying legs rest as you tried to stop the pins and needle feeling in your arms. You felt like jello.

He cradled you close to him as he began to peel off the wax. You hummed at the small pricks of pain. You could feel his cum still oozing out of you, ruining the cloth under you.

"Alive?" He asked, jokily.

You let out a weak laugh. Your voice ruined from how much you've moaned. "Barely."

He slumped on the table, keeping you close. You both knew it wouldn't be long before Claudette and Dwight come looking for you. Schedules and all that. So you enjoyed as much as you Could, just laying in his arms as he drew shapes into your skin.

HOOKED ON YOU SPOILER:

the image that started it all✨

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#dead by daylight #dbd killer #dbd x reader #dbd trapper #the trapper #Evan McMillan #the trapper x reader #Evan McMillan x reader #dead by daylight imagine #dead by daylight headcanon #hooked on you #dbd hooked on you #nsft

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alexmercer2424 · 2 years

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(This is something that's really stupid but screw it.) What if the new survivor pretty reenacts the whole meme of "were gonna kill you with power of friendship and this gun I found!" And just pulls out a revolver. Tbh I'm just curious how the killers or survivors would react.

Going to do the OG three killers/survivors for this react

DBD Killers & Survivors React to a Sudden Gun

Hillbilly

When he heard you declare this was rather confused

He never really had friendships so he didn’t know much about them, really didn’t think that it was going to help right now

Like to his knowledge he has a chainsaw that can cut through a lot of things like tangible things

And the lot of you don’t exactly look like friends so for all he knew you were batshit crazy

But when you pulled out the gun did his whole demeanor change like from confusion confusion to scared confusion

Because where did the ever living fuck did you find that he thought the only gun type device allowed was by the Deathslinger!

And he may be a killer but his confidence came with the chainsaw but that was close range and a gun was long range

So don’t mind him as he slowly backs away and just takes his lashing from the Entity

A scolding is much better than getting shot

Wraith

When he first heard this whole defeating him with friendship thing he thought you may actually had something

Not like, my little pony, type of having something where suddenly you have the power of magic

But rather that the lot of you got together and made a plan, not working to just survive but working to actually defeat him

So to say he was rather intrigued was a bit of an understatement like he wanted to know what the lot of you came up with

What he didn’t expect was you to actually pull out a gun

Sorta just blinked because in no way did that involve friendship no that was just straight up a gun

The way he hit that bell of his and walked off never to be seen again

Either the Entity is slacking and letting things by

Or it’s gotten sadist even towards its killers

Trapper

Was the least impress with this whole friendship idea

He was a man of business and greed, not this whole friendship thing

Watching the four of you together, thinking you could stop him, it was almost childish but of all things it was comical

This was going to be the easiest hunt for him ever!

But when he saw that gun did everything change

He wasn’t dumb he knew the power those things held

And being the killer rather than the survivor it’s easy to say he forgot what pain felt like

Even when he stepped in his bear traps with his thick boots and thick pants they didn’t do nearly what they did to the survivors

But he wasn’t exactly wearing anything protective from the waist us

And he was a rather big target

His only solution was to camp the exits with his traps and hope for the best

But now he can’t get caught setting otherwise he’s exposed to even a stray bullet

Dwight

When he first heard you declare this he thought about running

He knew this whole friendship thing was bs, they’ve been here for years and no matter how many friendships they’ve developed they’re still stuck

Yea the friendship makes it easier after going back to the campfire but it doesn’t make anything any less painful and it definitely doesn’t defeat a killer

To say he was surprised when you pulled out a gun is an understatement

Maybe they had a chance

Yea they’ve all escaped before but maybe they’ll finally be able to go back home

Back home to the real world and not this hell

But why you decided to pull it out now he wasn’t sure

Meg

Similar to the Trapper couldn’t believe this bs you were trying to pull

Really? Friendship? What the hell is that going to do?

You planning to sit down and have a tea party with the killer?

Try and act like their therapist? Try to sit down and ask what’s wrong and why they’re killing

She was about to give herself up right there and then

When you pulled that gun out tho she didn’t know what to think

Actually she did! It practically took her everything not to snatch it out of your hands and finally shoot these bastard killers!

Oh to finally be able to give them an ounce of pain they’ve been causing them all this time!

To finally be able to fight back instead of just run!

This was the better than anything any sport could provide because this has just been a terrible painful game of tag so far but now the rules are finally changing

Claudette

She was the most hopeful but in a sorta given up way

Like they’ve tried everything else maybe you had something else, maybe you finally found the answer to this hellscape

It may have no been exact science or a probable hypothesis but after everything they’ve been through it seems like all she knew before was fake or some sort of lie

What she didn’t expect was for you to pull out a gun

It made her mind draw a blank for once, she didn’t know how to react so her body just said no reaction

Can’t even begin to think where you got it, can’t even begin to think of it works

A small part of her even thought it may have been fake given their luck

But the least she could do was hope it was real

Jake

Looked at you like you were some child

Like really? You really think this is some fantasy where if you all get along things will be okay?

He was about to leave, he had better things to do than entertain this

Like actually fixing generators or looking for the trap door

But when you pulled out the gun did he decide to stay

Even tho a part of him still wanted to leave, felt it would be safer if he did like he trusted you but not enough to trust you with a possible gun in your hands

He decided to stay because he wanted to see what would happen, see if this was all some bs excuse or if it was legit

All he knew that in the end someone was getting hurt

He just didn’t know if it was the killer or the survivors once again

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 5 months

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I hope you're having a wonderful day! Since it's the spooky month I was wondering if you could do something with Wraith, Dwight, Jeff and Knight (if thats too many you can choose who you'd like) with a plus size S/O or crush and matching outfits (Like wraith and Nurse having the Phantom of Opera looking outfits)

Dee.exe has died of cuteness overload. 😁😁

Wraith, Dwight, Jeff, and Knight with a plus sized s/o wearing matching costumes to them:

Warnings: I know this it a bit later than Halloween but when you get my dbd boys involved, anytime is costume time when you don't care about what anyone thinks 😀

Gender neutral, Plus sized reader

Wraith | Philip Ojomo

Given the fact that he has a cosmetic based off of Phantom of the opera, it's not surprising to see his crush or significant other to be wearing an outfit that's also based off of the novel/ movie.

For the more feminine presenting significant other, I could see the Entity "gifting" them a similar gown of Christine Daaé's.

A quite beautiful white gown that perfect frames their body while being being comfortable to wear during trials.

Masculine wise, I could see either something similar to matching him or an suit that's inspired by the Era.

A rather handsome suit with ruffles on the button up (on the chest area) and loose, romantic sleeves that makes their body look elegant. The trousers are well tailored to fit comfortably, matching the whool overcoat.

Philip couldn't help but to stare at his significant other in awe. You looked ethereal as you walked through auto haven to see him in between trials. He most certainly loves the matching costumes that the two of you have.

Dwight Fairfield | Nervous Leader

The entity tends to give Dwight the more humor costumes and cosmetics like Dwelf, where's dwighty, and the Mummy Dwight. It could be the Entity mocking Dwight's nervous nature or using what it knows about Dwight's past to give him a false sense of hope of escaping.

Seeing how you're rather fond of Dwight, the entity decided to give you a costume of your own to match his.

The bandage wrapped around you gave a more sturdy costume than the toilet paper on Dwight's, more coverage as it was clinging to the neutral colors of the clothes you had on underneath.

Another potential costume that could match Dwight's mummy costume was the cliche vampire costume. The red and black cape draping over your suit/ dress as the fake fangs were hanging slightly from your mouth with a bit of fake blood.

When Dwight saw that you were dressed similarly to him, his face burnt with a blush as he could barely form a sentence because of how adorable you looked. He might be more protective over you, getting the killer to focus on him so that they wouldn't ruin how adorable you looked.

Jeff Johansen | Quiet Artist ❤️

I could go a couple routes for Jeff wearing more of a "costume" compared to his normal clothing. He does have a pirate costume, his death metal outfit, and his Greek mythology inspired costume.

I'm gonna go with the pirate costume. It confused you at first why the entity gave you an odd costume of a pirate.

I can imagine an costume that's similar to his. Matching leather coats with a similiar white undershirt as his. Your hair and skin had a soft smell of salt water with hints of rum that was spilled.

If you want to go more feminine presenting, a comfortable fitting white or red dress that's similar in fabric to the shirt Jeff wears with a large leather belt wrapped around your waist. The leather overcoat would still be the same to his, giving you an edge with the soft look.

Jeff couldn't help but to admire how the outfit made your body look. Although, he tends to not go for the pirate costume, he would start wearing it more to see if you noticed why the entity gave you the said costume.

The Knight | Tarhos Kovács

Tarhos wasn't a fan of his newest gift from the entity. He thought that

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hybristophile-bitch · 2 years

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Susie's Fear - part 2

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darkdevasofdestruction · 2 years

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Hi !!, I have been very lucky to find your DBD content and although it is for now the only thing I have read, I can surely say that I love it! and wanted to place an order.

Headcanons of the Assassins with an S / o that is a little sunny with them at all times but your companions hate you and make fun of you so you run to the Assassin camp to feel better with your loved ones.

You can put the characters that you think are best suited to this, I give you freedom to choose.

I understand if you can't do it but anyway, thank you so much for everything you bring us! 💖

(My English is not good and I am very sorry for that.).

Hey there~! Your English is fine, I got the gist of what you wanted to say! I know you’re probably asking for longer HCs for some of the Killers, and separately, but I had a bit of a different idea on how to approach this, so I hope you like this! <3

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It wasn’t your fault that you were trying your hardest to be positive, or that you weren’t necessarily being affected by the darkening or fear that most of the survivors were going through.

Why should you bother wasting every second of your life - Or whatever there was that remained of it - Thinking up a shit tone of strategies to counter killers, get better at fixing generators and finding the hatch, when you could chat about your passions, hobbies, friends, families and other cool stuff?

Like how Kate loves to play the guitar! Or... How many of them have pets! Or Yui’s racing and motorbike passion! Claudette’s interest in botany. Everyone was so unique in their own way, why not take pride in that!

Unfortunately, your fellow Survivors weren’t leaning your way, so you often found yourself wandering around the foggy forest on your own - You were never afraid of getting lost, after all, you never needed food or water, and somehow, you always ended up back at the Survivor camp, even if you only walked straight ahead.

This time, though, things went different - Instead of arriving back at your designated camp - The Killer Camp was painted out before your very eyes.

You couldn’t help but stand there, rooted to the spot, with eyes wide open and mouth slightly agape from the shock - How did this happen? Did the Entity make a mistake?

Looking like a deer in the headlights, you just stood there, staring blankly, while all the Killers turned around to stare back at you uncomfortably.

Thankfully, the Entity made it so that no altercation can happen in between trials, so at least you were safe.

“Yo, toots, watcha standin’ there for? Come over. We were just gossipin’ ‘bout ya normies!” Ghostie was the first to let out a dark cackle and wave his hand, calling you over, where he was standing in between Michael Myers and The Legion.

You were more than happy to oblige, and with a wide grin, you immediately scuttered over and sat on the log next to him.

Susie was the first one to greet you properly, and started playing and braiding your head, while Ghostface started talking about horror movies and whatever crimes he committed in the real life.

Myers, though silent, didn’t bother budging from his spot, but it was kinda obvious he was getting annoyed with the young ones’ obnoxiousness.

Freddy was letting out low, menacing evil-laughs, but they went completely unnoticed, especially after he earned a hit to the back of his head from Trickster’s bat, before the K-pop singer scooted over and plopped down on a log opposite of them, smirking and shifting the conversation towards music and how beautiful the screams of his victims’ agony were, especially synthetized into his songs.

The rest of the Legion members joined in the conversation, behaving like normal young adults do, and gossiping here and there about random shit from their neighbourhood and all the drama they went through.

Adiris was keeping her distance, not wanting to disturb anyone with her rotting, pusing stench, but at least the censer smell was offering a soothing aroma for everyone.

Hillbilly and Bubba were shying away from the crown, and Charlotte, Sally and Amanda were desperately fighting against the Doctor and the Clown so they wouldn’t dare try to harm a Survivor outside of a trial.

Which made Anna come over and bring you into a bone-crushing hug, protectively swinging you in her arms and humming a sweet lullaby, showing that she was taking care of you now.

Rin finally got the courage to come over, and though she wasn’t able to speak much, she appreciated having her hair played with, and if her ancestor, the fierce Kazan, dared approach you, she’d hiss at him and get in a fighting stance, katana out and ready to fight - Thankfully, he seemed to get the idea and he’d back off, happy to let his young descendant do her thing.

Pyramid Head would take out his sword and plant it as a shield in front of you, realising your innocence and how you didn’t deserve to be Executed, as you’ve never committed any sins worth of punishing, so whenever the Cenobite was attempting to steal you away, he’d get destroyed immediately.

Carmina, timidly, would come over and let out soft craw-like sounds, blushing sweetly as you’d pet her head and smile at her so nicely, calling her beautiful and what not.

Sadako would play tricks on you and try to cause some minor harm like tugging on your hair or pushing you around, but Wesker would stop her, as he was far too interested in flirting with you - After all, there weren’t many people to flirt with, in the Killer Camp, after all.

Nemesis was trying desperately to infect you, while Caleb would use his slingshot to counter him, and Talbot would continue fighting himself against even thinking about using you as a Blight Test Subject, considering how wrong all the other subjects went.

In the end, Lisa and Evan were the ones to walk you back to your Camp, and Philip would pat your head and offer a small smile as a farewell wish.

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airbendertendou · 1 year

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lonely heart ♡ danny johnson

soulmate au where the first time you have skin to skin contact, your body glows & is stamped w their handprint - it looks like a birthmark.

cw ; typical dbd warnings [blood n gore] ; reader offers ghostie a nude pic in exchange for freedom ; might b ooc but idc <3 ; how danny looks is up to you!

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The heat of the campfire brushes against your face, warming your skin just enough to forget the biting wind. Nancy is beside you, falling asleep where she sits, nodding her head forward before she snaps out of it. Across the fire, Feng is chatting idly with Dwight and Steve, Leon chiming in when he felt like it.

The bench-like-log you’re sitting on shifts as Nea takes a seat, letting out a huff as she settles. “It’s been quiet recently,” she says, “too quiet if you ask me.”

“I’m a little wary,” you agree. Your eyes scope the woods surrounding the survivors as if someone is going to pop out any second. They wouldn’t, though — the killers kept away from the light of the fire and never wandered any closer than they were allowed. “I wonder if something’s happened.”

Nea rolls her eyes, “we wouldn’t be so lucky.”

You grin at her pessimism, shoving her lightly with your left shoulder. Nea snickers as Nancy jumps awake once more, jolting in her sleep before yawning. A faded, gray fog settles over the camp and with it, five more survivors make their way around the campfire. You know what that means — a new trial is bound to start at any second.

Readying yourself, your muscles tense and your heart rate picks up, preparing to sprint when the time comes. A darkened, indigo-tinted fog wraps around you — it’s cold and loud as it grasps you from the campfire. You blink and then you’re in Haddonfield.

Taking in a deep breath, you shuffle quickly to the nearest generator. Feng smiles as she passes by you stealthily, clicking her flashlight at you a few times. The area is terrifyingly quiet — it must mean your killer this round is a watcher. You puff up your cheeks as you mis-wire something, moving away from the generator that’s popped.

A scream echoes in the distance — it sounds too close, so you take off.

Momentarily, you hide in a dusty bedroom. You peek from the walls, not spotting anyone other than the back of Leon’s bulletproof vest. Another look from the room — another scream hits the air.

Finding another generator was easy enough, but trying to stay hidden was a little more difficult. Your fingers curl and tug on wires, the smell of oil and burning wires hitting you the more you twiddle with them. Claudette hovers beside you, checking to see if you need any healing. Deeming you healthy, she flops to the other side of the generator.

“It’s Ghostface,” she breathes. Looking over her shoulder warily, she gulps as she looks back to you. “Already got Feng and Dwight. Only one gen’s done ; I’ve been hooked.”

You pause your wiring, confusion building up in you. “I haven’t even seen him yet.”

Claudette pauses too, looking over you with a furrowed eyebrow. “If we don’t make it, then win for us. Yeah?”

The generator pops with completion, lighting up for a second and exposing your location. You take off in the opposite direction Claudette did, hopping through a window and out through the backdoor. A flash of black catches your eye — your killer has finally shown himself.

You decide to buy everyone else some time. Hopefully, with a little distraction, a few more generator’s could be fixed.

Sneaking behind him, you let out a small “psst!” and wait for his attention to fall on you. He whips around, white mask greeting you. Walking towards a closet, you point to it a few times. Ghostface looks from the closet, to you, and back again. You wiggle your hand, insisting, “someone’s in there!”

Curiously, the closet door creaks open and Ghostface sees it’s empty. He turns to face you slowly and you’re already holding back giggles. A chase is pursued — something you struggle to do with all of your laughter. He swings his knife haphazardly, not really aiming at you, but not allowing you to get away with your joke either.

“Heheh—ah!” After a successful swing, a cut slashes across your arm. Blood seeps from it as you fall to the ground, laughter still spilling from your lips as you roll around. Ghostface shakes his head down at you — as if he’s disappointed in your joke — before he saunters off to find his next victim. You frown as your laughter comes to a stop, “well, now what?”

Another generator pops and you think this is it. We’re so close to going home — well, what you call home now. Letting out a sigh, you sit up and wrap your new cut with a bandage. You hear a squeal, then a scream. Seems our Ghostie is agitated now ; ready to get the trial over with.

Chills flow up your spine, a cold sweat breaking out on your forehead as the feeling of being watched overpowers you. That can’t be good. You stiffen, looking through the corner of your eyes without turning your head. Hopefully, you’ll see him with your peripheral vision if he’s near. Otherwise— you didn’t want to think of the other option.

Sneakily, you tip-toe into a nearby house, hoping to wait out the feeling. But, you know you won’t. One thing about Ghostface is once his eyes are set on you, you’re not escaping. A noise catches your attention in the silence — the sound of a latch unlocking.

The hatch — you must be the only one left.

Your breath catches in your throat as you creep along the street, keeping an eye out for the hatch. You see it — it’s right in your sights and your heart rate picks up. Shaky breaths escape your parted lips as you glance around the empty street. Coast is clear — time to make a run for it.

Until a white mask phases in out of nowhere, directly on the other side of the hatch.

“Oh, come on,” you whine. Ghostface tilts his head at you, waving his knife teasingly. Your arm stings with the shine of it, bandage now being colored a deep red. “I’m so close to ending this!” He continues to stare your way silently. “Don’t you think this is a little unfair?”

“That’s the game, doll.” You’ve never heard him speak before now. A static-y, modulated voice isn’t what you expect to hear. He creeps closer, no longer directly across from you. “That’s what makes this fun.”

You purse your lips, fingers knotting together at the edge of your edge. “Okay, how about this? You let me take hatch, and I’ll let you take a shirtless picture of me. My face isn’t allowed to be in it, though!”

Ghostface bounced where he stood, an excited giggle echoing in his mask as he immediately agreed. Puffing up your cheeks, you let out a breath before nodding to yourself in encouragement. A polaroid camera has replaced the blood-soaked knife in his hand — even with the weapon gone from sight, dread flushes through you.

“Okay,” you say to yourself, “this is no big deal.”

Without another thought, your fingers clench the end of your shirt and raise it to cover your face. Your skin prickles with the wind, goosebumps raising at the new sensation. With bated breath, you wait to hear the shutter go off — a click, another giggle, the hatch closing ; anything. All that’s there is silence.

And then a leather glove is wrapped around your wrist.

Jumping at the sudden touch, your shirt falls back into place as you take a step back. Only a sliver of skin is free from the glove — just enough for his skin to brush against yours.

A golden sheen takes over you, settling where your bodies meet. In a panic induced state, you’re pushed to the ground as Ghostface hovers over top of you. Shaky, shallow breaths hit his mask as his camera is settled to the right of your head. Slowly, he peels a glove off and reaches for you.

Where his now bare hand meets, a light follows. Right on your wrist, the shape of his fingers is imprinted forever, as if it were a birthmark you were born with. It was supposed to be a myth — a tale shared between hopeless romantic’s. Soulmates weren’t supposed to actually exist.

Except, yours apparently did. In a realm you couldn’t escape ; killing you and your fellow survivors on a continuous loop. You were stuck there — stuck with a murderer as your soulmate until forevermore.

Ruffled hair is exposed to the wind as Ghostface unmasks himself, his pupils practically hearts as he stares down at you. His eyes search your face, never settling on one particular spot as he drinks you in entirely. You feel as he lets out a breath ; feel his shoulders sag with some kind of relief as he grabs one of your hands. He leads it to his face and lets out another sigh when his skin glows, the shape of your hand left on the left side of his face.

“Mine,” his voice is soft. You can’t stop looking at him — can’t stop staring at your hand that’s been imprinted onto his cheek. “You’re all mine. Made just for me.”

You can’t tell if the feeling swelling inside of you is dread or excitement. But, you let him pull you closer anyways ; allow him to hug you as he pleases. This could come in handy, after all. Maybe.

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Ooo how about Wesker with the “you wanna kiss me so bad prompt?” Either in DBD or maybe in the first fight with him in RE5? Thank you love your work so much <3333

KSJWISJA YES !! i did in dbd to fit the theme <3 this has a lot of wesker slander (in an affectionate way)

not beta read :3

post referencing this post of mine

Spotting a metal box made your blood run cold, even colder than it had been when you appeared in Raccoon City Police Department, it was nice to narrow down who was going to be hunting you and your friends. You sorta hoped that it wasn’t the blond, red eyed, asshole that seemed to hunt you down every trial you were in with him.

You and Chris were pretty good friends, you two got along better than any other survivor in this dark limbo that wasn’t from his own home, they knew each other, the banded together, and you were one of the few to slip into their friendships. That must have been why Albert Wesker hated you, because you were close to Chris Redfield, the man who killed him. That or he was just an asshole. It was probably both honestly.

Rain was falling from the sky as you walked outside to make your way to the generator by the gate, the sound of police sirens almost drowned out the sound of the roaring flames from far behind you of the crashed helicopter. You didn’t really know how to repair a generator but sticking your hand in there and wiggling things around all while flipping some switches seemed to do the job as the motor slowly began to kick to life.

Your gen was almost done now and it had been quiet, you haven’t heard a scream, a pallet drop, any hint of the killer, and worst of all you didn’t see any zombies shambling around, which you made the conclusion that it was indeed Wesker who was on the hunt.

Speaking of the fucking devil and he shall appear.

A wooshing sound was heard along with a male chuckle from somewhere behind you, you looked over your shoulder and saw him standing by the flames, his back to you as he stepped on a totem. He hasn’t seen you yet. Good. Your gen was just a few seconds away from being done but you wanted to be an asshole to Wesker, he was one to you so it was only fair. He would come check the generator next, kick it and leave, but you had a very fun trick up your sleeve.

You left the gen and crouched over to one of the cement road blocks, the one with the pallet leaning against it, and waited. Your heartbeat made your chest move with how hard it was drumming in your system, peeking over to see him walk down the stairs you watched him as his head turned at the sound of a generator across the station popping. You put your head down and got ready as he made his way to the generator you were just working on. It was hard to keep a laugh in as you saw him fall for the trap you set up.

As soon as you saw his figure over the road block you moved, jerking your body and pulled down the pallet. He jumped back in shock, his sunglasses flew off his face, and you just laughed in his face. Running as fast as your legs could take you and sliding to the generator, ignore how the wet concrete bit at your flesh under your clothes and popped it right as you heard Wesker break the wood he was hit with.

“You’ll pay for that!” He roared.

You were fucked instantly when it came to going up against this asshole, the only person he cared more about catching and killing than you was Chris, and you wanted to bite Weskers head off.

You booked it.

You tried your best to run into RPD, the rain made the ground slick which worked to your advantage as the man behind you slipped and shadow dashed into a wall. Sucker haha.

The main lobby was massive, but you had your eyes on another pallet up the stairs, just to hopefully create some distance between you and the blonde who wanted to kill you. Taking a right you ran as fast as you could to get to the stairs but knew it was a tad too late for you when you heard that woosh again right behind you. You didn’t even get to make it past the front desk as you were grabbed by the back of your neck like a kitten only more violent, and thrown forward.

You screamed as you flew through the air, a chuckle came from behind you as you hit the ground with a force, you did your best to roll into the impact thankful to not hit anything but the ground below you. Your shoulders took most of the force but your legs found their ground to push you back up again and you bolted up the stairs, if anything he just made more distance for you, but he was able to infect you in that short time frame. Uroboros didn’t hurt as it faded into your skin and wiggled into your DNA, it didn’t hurt when it fazed through your flesh and disappeared inside of you like you were a fresh compost box full of worms, it just felt wrong. Wrong in the sense of illness, the feeling of when you first start to get sick, that feeling of ‘there’s something wrong with me’ before you check your temperature.

How could a virus be wormy??

“You can’t run much longer! Uroboros has infected you!” He was so dramatic about everything.

Your wet shoes squeaked as you padded up the stairs, coming to the landing of the second floor waiting just behind the pallet. He stopped in his tracks, standing on the stairs as you looked down to him.

It was still. The only sound was your labored breathing. You could see the red glow of his eyes through his dark glasses, his leather outfit clung to his form like a second skin and you had absolutely no idea how he could move in it so fluidly, your eyes trailed over him, taking him in for the first time that wasn’t as he was chasing your or piercing your flesh into a hook. How tight was his clothes if you could see his abs through them? You never let your guard down even for a second as you took him in. Why wasn’t he moving? Was his ego so fragile that he couldn’t take another pallet to the face to he was trying to wait you out?

He was rather attractive to be honest. You could never admit it to yourself let alone someone else that you liked what you saw, that a little voice in the back of your brain was keeping his form stored. You couldn’t tell if your red face was from the effort to run or because you were staring, but it definitely exploded into warmth as he smirked. He was watching you check him out, watching your eyes run over his body, taking him in.

He might have been an asshole but at least he was a nice one to look at.

“Aren’t you going to run little mouse?” He mused at the situation. It was a game of cat and mouse and it confirmed your suspicions, that he did like chasing you around because he was an asshole. “Getting tired?”

You stood silent as you felt his gaze on yourself. You could just see the glow of his eyes, you couldn’t tell what he was looking at but you could feel the red stare on your body, looking at you, burning into your flesh, watching your body twitched at the Uroboros that infected your system, gazing at the way the wormy black masses wiggled in your skin. Your entire body burned.

The black tendrils slithered up his arm out from under his coat sleeve and writhed around each other as he lifted up his hand, and he was too fast for you to even react. You didn’t bring the pallet down to stun him, his burning gaze flustered you into dropping your guard a tad, just enough of a window for him to pounce. He knocked into with a force of a train, in an instant your back and harshly pressed up against the wall of the police station, his hand around your throat and the inky limbs holding you in place.

A deep purr came for him chest in the form of mock laugher as you tried to gasp the air back from it being knocked out of you. Your hands came to grab at his arm to weakly attempt to pull him off. He never lingered for this long, he usually just knocked the wind out of you and threw you over his shoulder, but he held you in place as Uroboros slithered across your skin, coiling around your limbs and one slid across your cheek. They were warm, and kinda gooey. It felt weird. Super weird. You didn’t appreciate the feeling in your gut as you were no longer being held up by your throat, instead being supported by the tendrils.

His red gaze seemed like it was going to melt his glasses off his face, he was just watching you struggle against him, against the black Uroboros.

“Now you’re putting up a fight, what happened on the stairs mouse? Got scared? Got…” his teasing voice paused for dramatic effect, “Distracted?” To help with the dramatics the tentacle on your cheek ran along your lower lip.

“Oh shut up asshole.” You choked out, thankful to finally have air back in your lungs, “You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

Time stood still for a second once again that trial. You feared for a second you might had read the vibe wrong and now you were going to get moried for your stupid social skills but the fear disappeared when he laughed and leaned in closer.

His face was inches away from your own and your heart stopped. His head angled to the side as his grip on your throat became a little more firm, his lips parted like he was going to kiss you. You eyelids felt suddenly heavy as you looked at his own lips through half lidded eyes, the feeling of Uroboros in your body was null compared to this moment. He slowly inched forward, your lips almost touching, is you could just move your head you could meet h-

“Your hearts beating rather fast mouse? Are you expecting something?”

He was feeling your pulse from his hand around your throat. Oh my gods. You were jerked from the wall, suddenly the warm embrace of Uroboros’s tentacles released you as you were thrown over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing.

“You might be right about wanting to kiss you dear but I can’t have you winning this match.” He dragged you down the stairs to the main floor, the hook in site as you wiggled against him in protest. “Your pesky friends are already far ahead of me and I can’t have that.”

He hooked you. Pain seeped through your entire body as you screamed and protested against the hook in your flesh. His gloved hand ran down your shin as he spoke.

“Do come see me after this trial mouse. Now if you’ll excuse me.” and with that he was gone.

Fucking asshole.

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anxiousnerdwritings · 2 years

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(Name),

I can’t for sure remember exactly how long it’s been since that fated day or the last time any of us saw you before that, but I know it’s had to have been quite awhile by now, right? Being here really messes with one’s concept of time but we never really paid too much mind to it, there are more important things at hand after all.

That all being said though you couldn’t possibly try to imagine our reactions to finding out you were stuck somewhere in this place too. We honestly didn’t believe Susie when she first told us, then again you wouldn’t have either given the state she was in. She was a complete sobbing, blabbering incoherent mess. It took us, or rather Julie, quite awhile to calm her down enough to actually understand what she was saying and none of us were prepared to hear it.

You were here.

You were actually really fucking here?!

There was no way. No way in hell you were in this place. No way. We couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe it. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't wrap my head around it. I guess I didn’t want to get our hopes up, my hopes up.

It wasn’t until the rest of us saw you for ourselves that it finally sunk in. You were really here, with us. Fortunately, we had our masks on so you didn’t recognize us. I promise next time our interaction will go differently, you won’t have to run away again or hide from us. I’m sorry we scared you, I really am, we all are, but it comes with the territory you know? Soon enough you’ll come to understand our new place in this world as Legion but we won’t go into that right away. We did just reunite after all. I promise you you’ll be safe with the four of us around now. We’ll protect you no matter what. You’re our only exception, the rest of the other survivors are still free game though.

Now that we do have you with us again don’t expect us to just give up on you. After everything you’re not going to go anywhere ever again. We’ve missed you so fucking much and you being here only reminds us of what we’ve missed out on since we came here so there’s no way we could possibly just let you abandon us. Not again. And we will go through as many other survivors as we have to just to keep you.

-Frank

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Could you do nsfw scenarios of Trapper, Michael, Pig and Ghostface reacting to hearing the reader moan their name because they're having a wet dream about them?

Warnings: Sexual Situations, Sex, Wet Dreaming, Voyeurism, Watching While Sleeping, Stalking. Masturbation, Non Con Masturbation, Touching While Asleep, Somnophilia, Getting Off

Trapper:

Evan isn’t trying to catch you doing anything, he’s just out on his normal patrol of his area. He hears whimpering and decides to check it out. At first, he thinks that it’s some of the other Survivors sneaking out to have sex and there’s not way in hell he’s letting them get away with that. Not on his land. They can go fuck in Myers’ house if they want the thrill.

When he sees that it’s you, he’s more confused. Especially when it turns out your alone and asleep. How the hell can you be comfy here? You’re curled up between two huge tree roots, legs kicking a little and whimpering. He watches you for a minute, debating about waking you up or leaving you to it. That’s when he hears you moan his name.

Evan freezes, mostly because he doesn’t know if he heard you right or is dreaming. When you do it again, louder now and squeezing your legs tightly he chuckles. He watches you squirm for a while before turning and walking back to his place. His pants are a lot tighter now and he wants to go deal with that. Hopefully the crick in your neck will encourage you to seek him out for real next time.

Michael Myers:

He’s more than a little annoyed that someone is in Haddenfield outside of a trial. He barely tolerates it when he gets to kill people if he’s honest but outside of trails? Someone must have a death wish. At first, it’s just a feeling on invasion and then he hears the moaning. Michael is seriously going to kill whoever it is, no questions asked.

Because it’s you, he doesn’t stab right away but its still an option on table. He has a slight…affection for you. Or according to Freddy he does. Not that he pays attention to what that idiot says. He’s still debating about what to do when you moan out his name, rolling over onto your side. He keeps watching, letting you moan his name a few more times before making his move.

You wake up with a face full of dirt, sputtering as you sit up. Your upper half is on the ground, your legs still on the picnic table you had been laying across. You have no idea where you are but quickly move back as Michael stands over you. You take off without knowing what’s going on. He lets you get a head start before following after you. You might be cute but that doesn’t mean that he’s going to let you get away with trespassing.

Ghostface:

Danny is ecstatic when he hears someone getting off. He has a whole book of Survivors having ‘fun’ and is always looking to add to his collection. It takes a while to find you; after a bit he wonders if he’s lost the trail. Or if maybe he’s making things up. Ghostface almost literally trips over your spot, grinning behind his mask as he sees you.

You’re dressed in nightclothes and he wonders if you were sleep walking or something like that. The way you’re moaning and whimpering doesn’t leave anything up to the imagination. Danny almost moans out loud when you moan his name, body going hot. This is a dirty fantasy come to life for him.

There’s no way he’s going to pass this up. He quickly tugs his pants off, taking his cock in hand and staring right at you. He does his best to stay quiet, trying not to let you know that he’s getting off. It’s just so addicting, seeing you get off to him but not knowing he’s getting off too. Danny is going to jerk off as long as you sleep, drawing it out and cumming as many times as he can. Hopefully you wake up and want to join him.

The Pig:

It’s hard to hear the whimpers over the groan of machinery but Amanda has had a lot of practice. She has no idea how someone got in here but oh well, more fun for her. There is a moment where she wonders if it’s a video that somehow got turned on but quickly dismisses it when she sees you.

You’re curled up on one of the couches, hips grinding slowly, moaning to yourself. She’s torn between being impressed and laughing her ass off. Amanda grins to herself, crouching next to you. She could put your head in a trap. It would be more to watch you wake up and panic. Or…

You wake up to a sensation between your legs, bucking into the air before your eyes open. You gasp loudly, mouth opening as you take in Amanda on top of you. She’s grinding into your crotch, a grin on her face. You don’t get a chance to say anything before she’s undoing your pants and rubbing against you. You whimper and throw your head back, pushing towards her. Oh well, you’d have to talk about this later.

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