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daddy-deathslinger · 5 months

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Oooh, I really liked that killers with a S/O who has a particular perk! May I ask for a reader whose perk is to be able to hide very well/slip away easely? As in, they are quite small and so they can crouch and slip through spaces other survivors can't to go unnotinced! Maybe the killer in question struggles to hook them because they keep slipping from his grasp, but reader never mocks him or anything and just runs away until the end of the trial where they leave an item behind as an apology (Hillbilly, Cannibal, Oni and Deathslinger, if it's not too much trouble! If they are too many, feel free to choose whichever!) Thank youuu 🩷

Hi there! What a lovely request, I hope yer happy with what I came up with! <3

The Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr with a slippery survivor

Max is good at hunting his prey, and he usually finds them quite easily.

But there’s always one person he struggles to catch. You.

Just when he thinks he’s gotten you cornered, you slip away somewhere. It’s really frustrating! How can you find that many cracks and nooks to sneak off into?

And his chainsaw can’t do shit once you’re out of sight again. Sure, he can saw through the wooden walls and search for you, but you’re never there.

It’s as if you disappear from the face of the earth.

One time, after a trial had ended and you, as the last survivor left, had probably escaped through the hatch, he had found something. He was going back into his house when he saw something in the mud of the cornfield.

A necklace. Shiny, must have been made of real gold.

Max had picked it up and examined it, a smile slowly growing on his lips. He knew you wore this kind of necklace, you must have either dropped it or left it here for him to find.

And his heart pointed towards the latter.

The Cannibal/Bubba Sawyer with a slippery survivor

Bubba isn’t the best tracker (it must be hard to see anything through that mask of his), but once he finds someone they won’t get away.

Except you, you always manage to get away somehow.

Be it a dark nook you can slip into, a hole that is perfectly shaped for you, or you simply just wiggle out of his grasp just as he’s about to put you on a hook.

You’re usually gone in seconds, he never has a chance to find you again.

This pains him greatly, you know that. He shrieks and yells in annoyance and anger, waving his chainsaw around in the air when he can’t find you anymore.

It almost makes you feel a bit bad.

A bit, only a bit. Enough to make you want to make it up to him somehow.

Not through sacrificing yourself though, gods no! But sometimes you leave behind small gifts for him to find.

It can be anything, really. A nice can you found in the cornfields, a bracelet that was buried in the mud. One time, you left a doll inside the house in the cornfields, knowing he would find it there after the trial.

You can only hope your little gestures are appreciated.

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka with a slippery survivor

Kazan is a great tracker. Always has been.

He can smell blood a mile away, and see it as clear as red, shimmering pearls on the ground.

Naturally, prey have a hard time hiding from him once he has injured them.

And yet, there’s one he just can’t seem to ever catch.

This prey just vanishes from his sight the second he has injured them. It’s like they don’t even bleed! Sure, he can find trails of blood here and there, but it never leads him anywhere.

It drives him mad! If you’re in a trial these days, he’s almost certain he’s gonna leave with only three kills. You always seem to find the hatch as well, so.

Sometimes, Kazan finds things.

Things in places it’s never occurred to him to look before, but when he does he always finds a surprise.

It can be a hair tie, or even something of great worth, like a ring or earring.

Once he found a little crocheted doll, with black buttons for eyes.

He doesn’t know where these things appear from, but something tells him they appear from the same source that so easily disappears. And that thought is a bit amusing to him, it almost brings a smile to his lips at times.

The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn with a slippery survivor

Caleb is a proud man, that much you know.

He hates losing, and losing is exactly what he does these days whenever you’re in a trial.

His swearing can be almost amusing at times, when you peek out from a hiding place and see him frantically search for you. He never finds you, and eventually gives up.

You’ve lost count of all the times you’ve gotten the hatch.

All that being said, you make sure to never taunt him.

You don’t want to rub it in his face, he’s only doing his job here. And so are you. It’s nothing personal.

During the last trial, you had decided to try something a bit different. You had been tinkering on things at the campfire for a while, your latest project was carving a butter knife out of a piece of wood.

It wasn’t particularly pretty, but you liked it.

You had decided to leave it behind for Caleb to find, as a little gift for all his troubles catching you.

So, you had left it inside the Dead Dawg Saloon, at the bar. Then, you had hid.

When the rest of the gang had escaped, and Caleb eventually got back to the saloon with heavy steps, he had found it.

You had watched as he had taken the butter knife in his hand, weighed it (why would you weigh a butter knife??) and examined it.

You will never forget the smile on his lips, as he had whispered: “What in the goddamn…” and put the knife in his jacket pocket before leaving.

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lorimnnn · 1 year

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Hello, would you be so kind to write for some DBD killers? If so, could you please write some headcanons on Max, Kazan and Anna taking pity on a survivor reader? She has been hiding away the whole trial and they find her shaking in a corner, hugging her knees and crying. She is so scared that she can't move and the only thing that comes out of her mouth is a weak "I just want to go home"

Than you in advance! 💗

absolutely!!!!

i do apologise for taking WAY too long with this, sometimes a lack of motivation trumps all, no matter how good the request is!

I hope what I've written is plenty enough to please you...

also, keep requesting guys! I love seeing your messages turn up in my inbox <;3

cw: canon-typical violence, gore, some swearing, panic/anxiety, but mostly just angsty fluff, ngl

DBD Killers With a Scared!Reader

Max Thompson Jr.

Initially... he's so confused. He doesn't know what to think, first, but avoids you as an issue to deal with later. I'd like to think the Hillbilly prefers to take care of the more difficult survivors, first--- he's just like that.

His screams terrify you. You can hear the sound or people getting torn apart and you've never been particularly fond of torture. You were a sensitive, emotional soul, and so, very kind. But make no mistake. The Entity meant for you to be here--- whoever the "Entity" was, anyway.

At this point, everybody had left you behind to fend for themself. Since the Hillbilly was an unsubtle butcher, it was easier to elude and avoid him--- giving them time to try explain to you and encourage you to do your part. But it just went in one ear and out the other. You were terrified, after all. Eventually, they just gave up and let you be, crying and frozen with your hands clamped over your ears.

How did it ever come to this?

Now you're the only one left. Max doesn't notice you at first, you know, since you're new. He thinks he's taken care of everyone, but he doesn't understand why the trial hasn't ended

Then he hears small, breathless sniffles

Whips around, confused

His chainsaw growls at his side and the crying grows louder as he nears. He hunts you down and just... finds you. Raises the chainsaw above his head and is about to kill you--- but then you look up at him, completely defeated and vulnerable, wet-eyed and quivering

You don't even try to run at that rate. How can you? Where will you go? You've never been here before. But it looks very far from home

I think it's the hopelessness in your life that makes him pause

he's completely quiet and just standing there

And realising that nobody is coming to help you, you burst into more violent wails

"I want to go home!"

Awkwarddddd

stands there watching you tear up and inwardly panics

doesn't know how to comfort anyone. his parents were terrible and tortured him, and because of his prison in the walls, he never got to make any friends

he's grappling with the feeling of duty

it's not the first time survivor's have cried before, but it's the first time one has cried and not looked at him with complete disgust or hatred. you're crying because you're scared, yes, and obviously scared of him... but it's like you're giving him an opportunity to win your trust

he finally gets to be more than an angry villain... and he's unsure where to start

so he puts down his chainsaw, first. turns it off and everything, then just chucks it somewhere behind him. he'll go find it later

you're watching him like a deer in the headlights as he gets down on his knees and carefully scoots towards you

you flinch when his hand descends close to your face... and then rests on your head

*pat pat pat*

You're still so stiff, so terrified, but your tears are beginning to cease in passion

seeing your reaction feels like a reassurance, so he does it again

a bit harsh with it though

"ow..." you say when it starts to feel like he's hitting you. "that hurts..."

oh my gosh he feels so bad

hand retreats immediately

makes a sound that has you deflating completely, because you realise he's trying. he's truly trying, and is just not very good at it

he's completely defenseless, too

you realise that with a flinch, because it means that this disfigured, monstrous killer is trying to appeal to your trust, telling you he won't kill you

you soften up a little

you fear that when he stands up because you're taking too long, he'll grab the chainsaw again and make it quick. but you don't want to die--- you saw everyone else get chopped up and you don't want that to happen to you

max stiffens when he sees you beginning to move on to your hands and knees, crawling towards him. your face is still wet but now they're full of hope, not just undiluted fear

"can... can I have a hug?"

he's so scared he'll crush you

in all honesty maxie's never gotten a hug before. he's not used to this kind of gentleness, just violent anger

so he opens his arms up slowly, jerking like a rusting machine, inviting you in the best he can. trying to smile at you, even though his face doesn't allow. it's like his hatred for his disfigurement has just been renewed--- he wishes he could look nicer, just for you

definitely has a moment where he's like, "what the fuck am I doing right now?"

very well knows the entity may punish him for this

can't bring himself to care

not when you curl up against his chest between his knees, your sobs starting up again as you grip into his clothes, holding yourself impossibly close

absolutely melts

a natural at adapting to the cuddle

wraps his arms around you like you're delicate, though. not the firmness you need but it makes you feel so special and so cared for that you just cry harder, burying your face into him

max cannot believe this is happening rn

a new, alien kind of warmth floods through him, protective and strong. he strokes your arm gently and lets you cry, wishing he knew how to help, cursing himself out for the fact he doesn't

jumps when you speak, "will I ever go home again?"

his heart practically breaks. he doesn't want to shake his head, but he has to. he doesn't understand why he hates it when you cry, but he allows it.

and he promises that he'll do everything in his ability to protect you, and make sure you never have to cry like this again

all in all a 10/10 touch-starved baby. would probably fall a little in love with you when you recover, shaky hands reaching to pull you into another hug, but not knowing if it's okay.

will bridal carry you into the hatch and drop you in, heart breaking all over again when you scream and fight to reach for him, hands desperately fumbling for grip on his clothes

but he'll see you again

just you wait, sweetpea

Kazan Yamaoka

an asshole. he's so driven by rage that he most likely won't notice at first. just destroys and destroys, reaping destruction in his chosen path

this means that you won't even have a chance to talk to the other survivors. they know how kazan is and they'll send you an apologetic glance as they all scatter, wishing they had more time to explain but knowing if they didn't work fast, they were all done for

you're on your own, kid

let's say you're a good climber. shakily, you haul yourself on to the roof and choose there to hide, because for some reason... nobody ever looks up. ever.

until the end

kazan is wracking his head for a solution--- why isn't the trial ending? hasn't he won? he killed them all... hooked, mori'd, he'd lost count. but he knew the faces of the survivors he hated the most to the ones he still couldn't stand on a lesser scale and was sure he'd made a mess of all of them. but still, the trial continued

which meant a new survivor

so who was it?

where was it?

drives himself insane trying to find you. for all his rage and godlike pride, he's not the brightest

only realises you're on the roof when you start hiccupping, panic increasing tenfold when you realise you're the only one left. You don't know about hatches, you don't know about anything. Nobody explained anything to you

And now you're stuck with a flaming, angry monster

you can't even scream. it's stuck in your throat, muffled, choking on it--- you can only watch as kazan gets closer and closer. he's even angrier than usual--- did you mean to trick him? did you plan this? of course, you wanted to make a fool out of him

approaches you with audible, potent breaths. he reminds you of a hungry lion on the prowl, an apex predator approaching you, unrivalled. proud. ego hurt.

you back away

there is no remorse in this samurai, you can see it. you're scrambling back with your hands still on your ass, sniffling. and then you slip.

it's completely clumsy and stupid. you're at the end of the roof and you didn't realise, and now you're on your back, nothing to grab on to, and rolling off the edge.

kazan watches you smack against the ground. he expects you to get up and run away again.

but when you cry out, a vulnerable, naked cry, innocent to pain like this, he stops.

he watches you sob harder, muttering to yourself. "I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I just wanna go home..."

and your eyes are clenched shut, like you're praying. don't you know your wishes are futile, here? the Entity is not a merciful god, nor is it kind

you curl up into a ball and just lay there, and he can only stare

he starts to remember how your teammates didn't even help you. they only cared for themselves and their own survival. dishonourable cowards.

they'd left you stranded, and none of them had noticed

he supposed he could try and understand their positions. they were in a high-pressure situation and they could only do what they needed to do, lest they be butchered by them premature to even the middle of the trial. but still

there was a special kind of fear you honed that made him almost feel... bad

it took him back to his youth. he remembered his dead father. that man had not been innocent to bloodshed, but he had been innocent, no less. and he had died. dead in a way he did not deserve

you reminded him of his father taking his last breath

that day, he had failed to protect his family and honour his last name. he had not been a warrior that day, but a coward

and seeing you was a painful reminder of all his regrets

so he sighed

and carefully made his way towards you

you didn't even notice him until he grabbed you by the chin, turning your head to face him. your breath hitched in your throat and you froze all over, more tears surfacing to your eyes

but the feared oni only scoffed

"I'm not here to hurt you. I would have done so already if that were the case."

you sniffled pathetically

he loosened his grip on your face

being gentle had never been his strong suit. it had been a while since he'd had such an opportunity, to be responsible for someone else's comfort. be the person they needed

swallows when you melt into his touch

your entrance had been a rude one, after all. he was the only person who'd ever stopped and attempted kindess with you in this hell hole. the other survivors had neglected you

"your arm is broken?"

"i... I think so."

"The Entity will fix it."

"Entity?"

sighs

gently explains to you where you are and what's going on. at this point, he has squatted down to sit, less beast and more man... and you have finally sat up, cradling your arm as you scoot closer. kazan has noticed but hasn't said anything, unsure of your movements but certain of your weakness

does not expect you to throw yourself into his arms

the impropriety!!!

kazan is an Edo-era samurai, come on

freezes up like he's been violated

"s-sorry," you whisper. "I just... I need someone. Please. To tell me I'll be okay."

relaxes

pity begins to transform into sympathy and something else, something that makes him feel responsible for you. Like a dad or something, or maybe even more. a possible companion

won't get ahead of himself, though

strokes your hair like a domesticated cat and eventually hauls you into the little cradle formed in the centre of his crossed legs

you're baby now

not that you're complaining

kazan is as warm as a furnace and he's the first comforting thing you've had in a while. against your will, your entire body melts and you become liquid in his arms, much to his pleasure

he finds he... may like this

he's never really given tender affection like this before. sure, he had his family, but that had been purely for the upholding o his dark legacy

now that's over and immortalised, and there's you

he doesn't mind you

remember that kazan is very headstrong and emotionally driven. he kills everyone in an episode of unparalleled anger. so of course he starts to see you in a certain way--- his little deer, little one, sweet creature

depending only on him

of course he'll take care of you when he puts it like that

but alas, he can't keep you here forever

"Little one, we must part. But I will see you again. I will make sure of it. You will be strong when I see you next time. You will not cower. Do you understand?"

You really don't, but tearfully, you nod. you don't want to disappoint and it pleases him that you care to appease to a monster at all

leads you to the hatch with one hand on the back of your neck. sends you off with an approving nod.

you'll never know how softly he smiled at you that day

Anna

with her hunting skills, you have more luck being obvious than you do hiding and being subtle. you hiding and being subtle was what gave you away immediately

and also, Anna loves a challenge

the other survivors tried dragging you around with them, explaining, but it was all in vain. you weren't moving. you weren't doing anything but crying

they gave up and abandoned you when it compromised their own safety to be around you

but some stayed

who was it? leon. of course it's leon. he's too noble, too kind-hearted to leave you behind

he tries to defend you when Anna finally approaches, but he can't

you feel your entire world break apart when she mori's him right in front of you

that's when your hardly-contained sobs turn into silent, breathless whimpers, more tears streaming down your face and your chest quaking as you fight to breathe

you can't breathe

noticing how you aren't even moving away, Anna will pause

she will look at you, consider your state

do you enjoy being such easy prey?

maybe, maybe not

she takes her time to study you because you're not going anywhere and even if you tried, she'd be on to you in seconds

you're staring at Leon's mutilated body, hands curling into the dirty

i think that's when it hits you this is very real, and there's no escape

you're absolutely done for

and you're terrified because of it

and as Anna approaches, you can't even back away. too in shock, too scared, to helpless and vulnerable

who is this woman, so sly and stealthy, murdering all of you one by one? a rabbit mask on her face--- a real rabbit, too?

and why is she hesitating to kill you when she didn't hesitate to kill Leon?

little do you know, Anna's soft spot for little girls has been triggered

it just has to be the way you're curled up, knees to your chest and arms helpless beside you, fighting to curl around your legs when there's no strength to hold them there

you just look so... small

like you need someone

Anna will feel slightly bad that she killed the only person who gave you any sort of momentary security

after all, Anna knew what it was like to be left completely alone

the feeling of loneliness was unparalleled and the fact you looked so... defenceless made her feel even worse about it

at least the other survivors had their own skills

you were obviously new to all of this--- did you even know what you could do?

poor baby

immediately decides she will spare you. fuck being a survivor, you're helpless and you need someone, even if that means her, a killer. you need her

motherly instincts absolutely activated

you squeak pathetically when she crouches down beside you, arms looping beneath your knees and back

you can't even scream when she lifts you. what the fuck--- what are you doing, what---

she lifts you so easily, too. doesn't matter how heavy you are. remember her strength is increased by the entity, and she can hunt bears and stuff. she's strong

and she's... she's rocking you like a newborn baby...

anna sings to you. she sings the lullabies her mother used to sing to her and hums into your ear, trying to calm you

soothe you

it works, if only slightly

you're still not ever the fact that she brutalized Leon like that RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

and she does feel guilty but she isn't sure there is anything she can say to you to fix that

your eyes are just too innocent

it's very clear to her that you've never seen blood before. at least, not like that

not to that extreme

starts babying you until your cries cease completely

whispers to you comfortingly in Russian

you vaguely understand a question she keeps asking you: what's wrong? what is it? what is the problem?

at least, you think so

you just look at her tearfully, about to burst all over again and say, "I just want to go home!"

at that moment, her heart breaks for you

and she feels so much anger towards the Entity, because can she not see? is this some joke?

you are the last person deserving of this kind of hell

you reminded her of the rabbits that used to roam her forest. they were so vulnerable and weak

but they had their own tenacity she was sure she would see in you

puts you down and holds your hand, then starts tugging you along

you follow dumbly, with a bewildered expression on your face

her message is very clear: "I'll get to you in a minute. Let me take care of something first, okay?"

holds your hand tighter when she hooks and mori's the other survivor right in front of you all over again, feeling that you're trying to run away

it's like she's trying to each you something

shows you how to hide and the best places to do so (and pretends she can't see you when she forces you to practice)

it's giving father-son catch except it's more so mother-daughter hide and seek

not very fun on your end and you get more and more freaked out but you find you'd rather be favoured by the killer than hated

by the time there's nobody left, Anna will reluctantly lead you to the hatch

she doesn't want to let you go

she might even offer things to the entity to keep you as her little daughter

she knows she could protect you much better and hates the idea of seeing you hurt when she just knows the other killers won't be as merciful

they won't understand

feels so possessive of you already, but knows that either way, the Entity will take you away

So she pulls you to her, kisses your head

then shoos you off the hatch like a mother duck bidding farewell to her duckling

you just stare at her, confused

does it again

realising that she wants you to jump into the unknown door in the ground, you start crying again

no! no! don't do that!

hugs you in a panic and pets your hair

depending on how severe she will pick you up again

and in either case, she will have to--- broken heartedly--- send you off into the abyss as you sniffle

"please don't make me go..."

oh trust me, she doesn't want to

but she'd rather not find out what the entity will do to you

strokes your hair and gives you a gentle push

she'll come back for you, y/n

mommy's proud of you!!!

yay! I did it!

I hope you enjoyed this, nonnie. this was so fun to write.

please keep sending me requests!

oh, and remember to reblog and follow!

lorimn <3

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rootsofdread · 8 months

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Hello! While I had intended to place my second request when my first one was completed, I'm worried you'll close your asks before then, so here we go. A gender neutral reader who steals the killer's melee weapons. It's not a one off thing, no, it's something they do all the time. They grab it and run. I'll leave what killers to you, I want to be surprised, but please do two if you have the time. Sincerely, a wolf.

did three for ya, wolf! :-D

Evan MacMillan / The Trapper:

Evan had lodged his cleaver into a tree to set up some traps unencumbered, he knew he’d be unhappy if he ran into one of the survivors without it, but he figured it was the best way to do it quickly. A little while later, he came back to find it had been ripped out of the bark. The tracks in the dirt were still fresh, he knew you had to have only recently taken it. He huffed. He knew it was a mistake to leave it behind, now one of you has taken it…bear trap in hand, he sets off to find where you’d run off to. He found you almost halfway across the grounds using his cleaver to hack down a wall. His hand twitched.

He’s already an angry man, and taking his weapon just makes him angry. It’s a quick way to set him off rampaging through the grounds slaughtering anyone in his path simply to find where you’ve gone with it. He finds a way without his cleaver, you’ve seen it first-hand. Fortunately, with his weapon, you’re able to do a moderate amount of defending yourself and your teammates — until he grabs you by the collar of your shirt and stares deep into your soul, disapprovingly.

Even though he gets angry, he feels like he has to admire your fighting spirit when you decide to use his own weapon against him. You remind him of himself, in a weird way…and in an even weirder way, he likes that. You’d think he’d come to hate you for taking his things, but it’s quite the opposite.

Max Thompson, Jr. / The Hillbilly:

The first time you’d done it, Max had only set his chainsaw down for a second to throw somebody on a hook. He didn’t even know anyone else was lurking around. When he turned to pick it back up, it was gone. At first, he thought he must’ve misremembered where he put it. He doesn’t have the best memory, and it’s happened before…until he saw you running around in the distance with something clutched in your hand that didn’t look like anything you were supposed to have. He didn’t immediately register that it was his chainsaw, but when he did…to say he was furious would be an understatement.

After this, he’s a little more careful about where he puts his chainsaw and when he puts it there. He checks around corners before setting it down to make sure you’re not hiding nearby to swipe it. Sometimes, you don’t, and he’s relieved that he doesn’t have to chase you down to get it back. Unfortunately, most of the time you do end up getting your hands on it one way or another; he’d be willing to throw away the entire trial just to get it back and throw you on a hook for inconveniencing him.

He doesn’t appreciate your thievery, but sometimes, he does seem to appreciate having someone to run around with. Nobody else cares much for him; and even though he doesn’t read your stealing as caring, necessarily, you’re still spending time around him, and going out of your way to do so. Some part of him almost, in a way, finds it sweet that you’re doing this.

Talbot Grimes / The Blight:

Talbot had accidentally thrown his cane a ways away once when trying to rush at someone. Miraculously, the hit had landed, but he had no idea where the Bonebuster had gone off to. He glanced around as he carried them over to a hook, trying to see the glint of the top in the moonlight; instead, in it’s place where it had landed, he saw you brandishing it and grinning. The second you realized he was staring at you, you bolted away with it. He cursed at you. He needs that, you insolent twerp, give it back! He immediately threw his victim on the ground and rushed after you.

You’d be surprised how often his cane slips out of his hand, and how many opportunities you have to snag it. Sometimes, he even thinks he’s safe setting it down for just a moment to replenish his energy with his serum. You take every chance you get, and he’s angry every single time, without fail. He’s not one for colorful language, he is a scientist, and a gentleman, after all, but it comes out when he’s running after you. Most of the time, you catch the giggling of other survivors as he curses at you. It’s so unlike him.

That said, he seems to have a strange admiration for your boldness, your courage, your willingness to push the limits and the buttons of himself and, as far as he can assume, other killers. No one else is quite as brave as you are, stealing his weapon and getting close enough to do so, for that, he feels he has to give you credit. He may even be compelled to run experiments: exactly how close are you willing to get?

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wifeyifey · 1 year

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Little Moments

Dbd x fem!reader

Authors note: pretty sure I didn’t use any fem pronouns, but I don’t wanna label it a gn!reader just in case I did. If anything I’ll go back and edit later.

Edit: I fixed it to be gn!reader to be more inclusive!!

Anyways pure fluff

Characters: Trapper, Huntress, Deathslinger, Ghostface, Hillbilly

Trapper:

I feel like this goes without saying, but you’re definitely stuck in one of his traps. You were the last survivor and that was intentional. See, Evan gets a little excited with you in his trials. You both aren’t together… yet, but he likes to think it’ll be sooner than later. He cares for you, that’s for sure. You both have little moments here and there that can be sweet. They’re just a little too short for his liking. He hopes you enjoy those moments as well. He was still on the hunt for you, trying to find you, but this map was getting too confusing for him at the moment. He heard your whimpering and quickly went in your direction.

You look up at Evan and whimpered a small “Please help me out. It hurts, Evan.” He kneeled down and quickly opened the bear trap, releasing your leg. You didn’t miss the fact that he brought over a med pack. He wrapped up your leg gently and picked you up over his shoulder. “Excuusee me, sir. I think we both know you don’t have to hold me like this when we’re the only two people here,” you said with some sass and a small, but harmless smack to his back. Evan chuckled and instead of holding you like the royalty you are, he gave you a small, not as harmless smack against your ass. You squeaked from how hard he smacked it and pouted when he didn’t change his hold on you.

You guess you can live with it since you notice he’s passing all the hooks and gingerly avoiding his traps. You notice he’s heading towards the hatch and you try to prop up the top part of your body so that you slide down a bit in Evan’s grip. He grunted and caught you with his other arm, your legs wrapped themselves around his waist and you smiled at his mask. You put a lil kiss on his masked cheek and he turned his head towards you. “See you back at your place?” you ask as he puts you on your feet gently. He put a hand on your cheek and gave a small nod. You smiled again and went in for a quick hug. As you both pulled away, you gave a small pinch to his butt, making him jump and you quickly ran towards the exit with a giggle.

Huntress:

It had been a while since you were in a trial with Anna. Not that it put you at ease, but it certainly made you feel a little less stressed considering she would wait, only jokingly chasing you at times until she saw another survivor. Soon enough there were only two survivors left, one of them being you. You tried helping Leon, but he didn’t want you to risk yourself for him. You both were working on the last generator when you heard her humming in the distance. “Finish the generator, I’ll get her to chase me for a bit. Be careful.” Leon said as he ran away towards the humming. You were always surprised by how nice Leon could be towards you, even at the end of the trial and even when you guys were exhausted.

You were fixing the last part of the generator and sighed in relief when it roared alive. Hearing the latch creek in the distance, you stood up and tried to listen for Leon on the way toward safety and you heard him yell out your name. You turned around and saw him running towards you with an angry Anna behind him about to throw her hatchet. However, Leon was too close for comfort when Anna threw her hatchet and you yelled for Leon to duck and you barely just dodged the missile as it scraped your shoulder. Anna saw how it just got you and she halted to a stop as you and Leon made it through the hatch and made it back to camp. You sigh as you sit down for a moment to catch your breath.

You can still feel the sting of the cut on your shoulder. You can feel someone staring you down from the forest. You know who it is instantly. You slowly get up while everyone is chatting and give a small pat on Leon’s shoulder as you head for the treeline. As you walk deeper into the forest you know she’s following you and you stop near a river that you find and sit on top of a rock nearby. The wound is finally closed, you just feel the sting still on your shoulder. You call over your shoulder, “Anna, you can come over. I’m not going to bite,” you say with a small smile. You can barely hear her approach you but she gently sits down next to you, looking at the ground. You can tell she’s upset about hurting you and you softly grab her hand. You lean your head against her shoulder and whisper a small, “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. I know it was an accident.” She looks at where she hurt you, only to see it healed already. She feels more at ease knowing you forgive her and that you’re not in any more physical pain. She breathes in deeply and turns to wrap her arms around you and starts humming. You relax in her embrace and you play with her hands for a while until one of you gets pulled back into a trial.

Deathslinger:

You wake up gasping for breath. Another trial failed. You stare up at the stars for a few moments and groan as you try to sit up. You’re further from the survivor camp than you expected and look at the tree line. You’re getting tired of how boring the survivor's camp has been. You decided it was time to start heading towards the one realm you’ve always felt welcomed in.

You finally stepped foot into the scorching sun and decided to take off the stupid jacket you’ve been wearing, sweating, and bleeding in. At least you have a tank top that’s white. Attracts less heat in this wild west place.

You don’t even realize you’re in front of the saloon until you walk through the swinging doors. Caleb side-eyes you as he took a sip of his whiskey. He puts his glass down and leans over the bar to grab another glass as you walk towards him and sit next to him with a blank face. He’s pouring you a drink as he notices your faraway stare. “What’s on yer mind darlin’? I ain’t ever seen ya look so glum,” he gruffly says to you. You can’t help but feel at ease in his presence. You take a big gulp of your drink and wince slightly at the burn going down your throat. It's been a while since you’ve gotten to be with Caleb. You care for him so deeply and you know he cares for you too. You just don’t know how much. “Caleb… I-...” you don’t even know how to word it without sounding desperate. You feel him put some strands of hair behind your ear and then he caresses your cheek with his finger. “My sweet thang. You ain’t never been so quiet,” he said with a small smile. You finally ease up some more as you turn to look at him and his hand cups your cheek. “I love you, Caleb. I just really miss you lately.” you finally say. “My word. It’s ‘bout time you said it. I’ been waitin’ for you to say it first, sweetheart.” he leaned in and put a sickly soft kiss on your lips. “I love you more than anythin’.” Caleb said. You smile in relief and grab your glass and raise it to him. He snorts and raises his glass and clinks it against yours. “To me ‘n you darlin’.”

Ghostface:

You groan at the flash that keeps going off. “Danny, if you don’t chill it with the flash, I’m going to get a migraine,” you whine. He chuckles as he finally stops, “Alright, alright. You’re lucky I got enough for now, sweet cheeks.” “Oh yeah? I’m lucky? No, I think you’re lucky I let you take cute photos of me.” You said as you jumped on top of him trying to wrestle the camera out of his hands. You and Danny tossed each other around, throwing in a lil WWE moves, for the dramatics of course, and you somehow got on top. With a victorious laugh and quick hands, you grab the camera and snap as many pictures as you can of Danny’s laughing face. He grabs you by the hips and turns you guys around and onto your back. You move the camera far and away from yourself, thus, away from Danny. He doesn’t even try to reach for it. You look up at him as he cages your head between his arms.

“Ya know. For this place being as much as a shithole as it is, I’m glad I got you out of it.” You felt the blood rush to your face, not expecting something so sweet to come out of him. “I-... I can’t believe you think that,” you said, almost shocked. “Yeah, well, good luck hearing something like that come out of me again. You totally ruined the moment.” He sighed with a small, fake, pout. You couldn’t help but laugh, he smiled immediately as you giggled out an “Oh, I ruined the moment? Me?” you try to suppress the giggles as you bite your lip. You two lay there as you look into each other’s eyes. You both relax from the giggle fest and he leans down slowly to leave a small kiss on your lips. After that, he leans his head down into the crook of your neck and lays all his body weight onto you. What a perfectly weighted blanket you have. You run your fingers through his hair and press a small kiss on his temple. “I’m keeping those pictures I took of you by the way,” you said into his hair as you press another kiss there. He presses a kiss to your collarbone and with a small sigh he responds with a “Fine by me.”

Hillbilly:

You were running through the cornfields, breathing heavily. You can hear him behind you with his uneven stomps. You find a tree with taller corn stalks around it and you go around it and hide behind the tree. You hear him call out. You put your hand over your mouth to calm your breathing. You hear him getting closer… and closer… and then… silence. You hear nothing around you but the breeze going through the tall grass and corn stalks. You decide you’re in the clear and look around the tree. Just as you turn your head, you feel rough hands go around your waist. You let out a shriek and turn around to see Max with a small grin on his face. He lets out a tiny giggle behind his hand as you let out a small sigh.

“I guess I’m it now, huh Maxie?” He nods a little and squats a bit so he can be on your level face-to-face. You give him a big smile and say “I guess you want your reward, big guy?” He groaned out a small “uh-huh” and you leaned into his face and gave him a small kiss on the corner of his lips. “Ok, so now that I’m it, you have to start running ok? Once I get ya, I’m getting one of your famous bear hugs as a prize.” You smile real big and give him a kiss on his cheek. “You better start running, Maxie. Imma get that hug from you!” you giggle and you try to reach out, but he moves just out of reach as you go for him again. Doing this makes him giggle as he runs away with you hot on his trail also giggling.

He hasn’t been giddy like this before and he likes the affection you give him. Max slows down a little cause he looked over his shoulder to see how close you were. When he turns he doesn’t see you and a little part of him panics. Where did you go? You were right behind him? He turns back to the direction he was originally going to go and he nearly jumps out of his skin as he feels you jump and wrap your legs around his waist. He hears your giggles of “I got ya!” and you press kisses all over his face as he wraps his arms around your waist and makes small noises of happiness. He flushed a little feeling you pressed up against him, but most of all, he felt safe. He tightened his hold on you and started heading towards the house. All he wants is to cuddle and eat some of your cooking. The whole walk was just a bunch of loving words from you and happy noises from him.

Lmk what you guys think!!!

Requests are open!!

#dbd x reader #the trapper x reader #evan macmillan x reader #huntress x reader #Anna x reader #deathslinger x reader #caleb quinn x reader #ghostface x reader #Danny johnson x reader #the hillbilly x reader #max thompson jr x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader

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r3dkn0ts · 10 months

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I wanted to start something on my own ( the ask box is open pls send requests I am bored ) and got inspired reading some prompts, so here's the DBD Killers' reactions to getting horribly flirted with! Including some of my own pick-up lines because I'm bad at flirting

Badly Flirting with The DBD Killers: Part 1 Featuring Evan MacMillan, Philip Ojomo, and Max Thompson Jr.

Themes: GN!Reader being cringe, an attempt at comedy, slight fluff, and implied smut Warnings: Canon-typical violence

The Trapper / Evan MacMillan - You got cornered while injured with no other survivors nearby. Shit. Might as well give it a shot, right? - "Hey, are you a hundred dollar bill on the ground? Because I'd pick you up and spend every bit of you immediately." - Your voice was wavering as you said it, even though you tried to look as nonchalant as possible. - Evan's loud puffing behind his mask made the silence even more deafening. Was he gonna mori you now? Probably. - "Nice try", was the only thing he said in his rough accent before swiftly downing you and putting you on a sacrificial hook. - He definitely wasn't going to admit that your pick-up line made him chuckle a bit inside of his head, or that it made you look cute. - He couldn't stop thinking about that for a while.

The Wraith / Philip Ojomo - Trapped in a corner in the garage at Gas Heaven, your friend Ace had dared you to finally confront The Wraith about how you felt the next time you met him in a trial, even supplying you with a pick-up line. - You certainly weren't one to back down from a challenge! This was stupid. - "Are you a fine wine? Because I'd love to taste you." - Philip stared down at you blankly, darting his stark white eyes between the concrete floor and your face. - Had you actually flustered him? Body language was all you really had to go off of, and the fingers on his right hand were twitching. - Before you knew it, he rang his bell to cloak and darted out of the building, leaving you alone in the cold garage. - Did you offend him? What if he's already in a relationship? Ah fuck, you didn't think of that. - You didn't know it, but he watched you run out of the exit gate, cloaked. You didn't even see him for the rest of the trial. He was too embarrassed to face you any time soon. - Much to his surprise, that was the first time he had ever gotten physically aroused after being taken into the fog. He had business to take care of after you left.

The Hillbilly / Max Thompson Jr. - The three other survivors were sacrificed. You thought you were about to get chainsawed in half, but he stopped revving when you looked like you were about to say something to him. He was curious. - "Hey, if you were a vegetable, you'd be a cute-cumber!" - Your comment made him tilt his head to the side like a confused puppy and lower his chainsaw. Did you just compliment him? Why? - His second assumption was that someone had dared you to compliment him as a joke. He was always the butt of the joke, so why would anyone actually compliment him? He's hideous! - You noticed him getting caught up in his head, so you took a chance and gently placed a hand on the deformed flesh of his arm. He flinched a bit and looked back down at you. - "Are you okay? I really did mean that. I think you're cute." - Max simply stared at you in silence. He was really, really confused. Were you serious? You sounded serious. - He looked back down at the hand you still had on his arm. You went to take it back, scared he was angry, but he grabbed your wrist as you did and pulled your smaller hand into his. - For a moment, he just looked at your hand. Your skin felt so nice against his. He had never felt someone touch him unless it was meant to hurt him. He liked this new feeling. - For once, Max felt himself smiling. He knew he had to let you go, though. So he let you leave through the hatch after you promised him you'd visit him later.

#dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight imagines #the trapper x reader #evan macmillan x reader #the wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #the hillbilly x reader #max thompson jr x reader #fluff #smut #imagines #gender neutral reader #lgbt reader

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 11 months

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Dbd - Ball Kick

Requested: Yes! [This prob sounds weird as shit but could we get killers reactions to the reader kicking them in the nuts to get away?]

Warnings: Crotch Stomping, Child Abuse, Michael’s kinda aroused

A/N: I want you to know that I laughed when I saw this request. And there’s never anything too weird for me!

Danny

Danny’s balls are SENSITIVE so please know that even a light kick will end with him on the floor, wheezing in pain. And due to the sensitivity, he’s going to take this the worst out of any of the killers, face-camping and hard tunneling you in every trial for the next….maybe 100 trials against you. He’s holding this grudge for a long long time and will make life miserable for you. Outside of trials he’s not so bad since the Entity physically won’t let him kill you, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be a little shit. One day he’ll corner you in the woods outside the campfire, stripping you of your pants as he tosses you to the forest floor, where he will proceed to STOMP on your crotch until you’re screaming and crying and then eventually just numb.

Max

Crying. Instantly crying. Doesn’t even hurt that bad for him, as it’s not the first time someone has kicked him there, well used to blows to sensitive places during his time locked away by his parents. Which is exactly what you are giving him flashbacks to at this moment. His cries turn to sobs, curling up on the ground, hands and arms trying to protect his head, like you’ll start kicking there next.

Michael

Alert! Alert! Not working! NOT WORKING! This guy has balls of STEEL, and didn’t even feel it. Probably didn’t even realize what you were trying to do until he finished putting you on the hook, proceeding to shake his head at you in disapproval. You’re welcome to try again though, he thinks your desperate attempts to get away are quite hilarious and….exciting, though he doesn’t show that in any external way.

#dbd #dead by daylight #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #Ghostface #Ghostface x reader #max thompson jr #max thompson jr x reader #Michael Myers #Michael Myers x reader #halloween movie

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thewailingbells · 10 months

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I sent an ask a while ago but maybe it got eaten by Tumblr? I'll just resend it!

Can I request some headcanons for Max and Bubba with a survivor S/O that's super clumsy and oblivious so he constantly gets hurt? I'm constantly running face-first into chainsaws whenever I go against them and it makes me feel so stupid because I have like 500+ hours in DBD 😭

AN: Thank you for being so patient. I think Tumblr ate the request, but here it is now!

Max and Bubba With a Clumsy Survivor

Max Thompson Jr.

Max is very clumsy as well. Due to his deformations, he often has trouble seeing and walking.

When he sees how oblivious you are during trials his heart swells. You’re so innocent and naïve. He hates even the thought of hurting you.

Max is very fast but when you are in a trial with him he tries his best to slow down. He will also rev up his chainsaw and stay still for a few moments to try to give you a chance to hear the saw and hide.

If Max is chasing you and you fall down, he will immediately stop and check on you. He’ll gently hold you and mumble out apologizes.

You remind him of himself with how clumsy you are, and that makes him so sad. He feels the need to protect you. He knows how difficult it is to be clumsy, and seeing you receive all those injuries makes him feel horrible.

If you run into Max while he is running with his chainsaw, he will immediately pull the weapon out of your body. He will be upset at you and himself. Why were you here? Didn’t you hear the chainsaw? It doesn’t matter, you won’t be hit by Max for the rest of the trial. The guilt of sawing you (even just a little bit) is too much for him to bear.

Bubba Sawyer

Your clumsiness makes him so worried! Bubba is a natural born caretaker, so the second he sees you trip over thin air, his mother instincts kick in.

After a long day, Bubba always comes to check on you. He gently grabs your arms and legs to check them over for bruises or cuts. While it is a bit invasive, he means well.

When he realizes he is in a trial with you, he immediately panics. Despite his job being to kill survivors, he’ll actually look out for you. If he sees you running over a plank that is about to fall, he will squeal and pull you back. He often forgets that he is the danger and instead stresses out about things like tiny rocks and unsafe buildings that the Entity created.

Bubba is an absolutely softie. If he were to ever accidentally cut you with his chainsaw, he would immediately start crying. He would hold you close and cry for the rest of the trial. Bubba doesn’t know how he’s going to live with himself after hurting you.

He loves you so much and wants you to be safe and happy more than anything.

#bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer #texas chainsaw massacre #max thompson jr x reader #max thompson jr #dead by daylight #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader

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theres-a-body-here · 9 months

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The Hillbilly x Tomie!Reader (smut)

No one liked you. That was expected considering how absolutely uncaring you seem to be towards anyone but yourself. There is a slight exception.

Max.

You liked how obedient he was. So you let him follow you around. You eventually made his realm your hang out spot.

He was so easy to tease. It was second nature for you to press other's buttons. But there was something about playing with the hillbilly that made you feel euphoric.

You learned from the others about his past. Chained up and locked away from the world. Unspoiled, in a sick way. You knew for a fact he doesn't even know what sex is.

You looked forward to ruining him.

As you sat at one of the tables in the Thompson house, inspecting your perfectly polished nails, you caught a glimpse of Hillbilly's adoring gaze. Turning to face him, you could see the way he looked at you. Like a dog waiting for orders.

"Is there something on your mind?" You asked with an amused smile.

Hillbilly shook his head quickly and murmured incomprehensibly. He was clearly nervous around you but couldn't help being drawn to your "spiral-like" qualities. Even if you were a bit mean to him every now and then.

Your face changed into a strange look of amusement.

"Lay on the floor puppy. I'm getting bored. Maybe you can entertain me" You said nonchalantly as you kept inspecting your nails.

Hillbilly quickly got on his knees and then laid down on the floor as instructed. You got off from the table and walked over to him, standing above his body.

"So eager to please," You mused, with a smirk on their lips. "Maybe I'll reward you for your obedience."

You leaned down and ran your fingers through Hillbilly's greasy hair, eliciting an involuntary shiver from him. You could feel his excitement growing.

Without warning, you reached down and grabbed a handful of Hillbilly's hair, pulling his head back sharply. He let out a gasp of pain mixed with pleasure.

"You like that don't you?" You whispered in his ear. "You want more?"

Hillbilly nodded frantically. You chuckle a bit as you think of what to do next. You stood above him as he waited for what comes next.

You pressed his chest with your foot and shoved him down on his back.

"Take off your pants" you ordered.

Hillbilly hesitated for a moment, looking up at you with a mixture of confusion and nervousness. But as always, he followed their command without question.

Slowly and awkwardly, Hillbilly fumbled to remove his pants. His hands shook with anticipation, unsure of what was going to happen next.

You watched him undress with predatory eyes, feeling a wave of excitement wash over you at the thought of taking his virginity. You licked your lips in anticipation.

Once Hillbilly was completely undressed from the waist down, they straddled him, admiring his body beneath them.

"So pure," You murmured under your breath. "I'm going to enjoy corrupting you."

Max didn't understand what you meant by that.

"Take off your underwear too" You say calmly.

Hillbilly's face flushed red with embarrassment as he complied with your command, removing his underwear to reveal his naked form. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but you suddenly stomped down on them with your foot.

"Don't you dare hide from me," You said sternly. "I want to see every inch of that body."

Hillbilly let out a cry of pain as the weight of your foot pressed down on his fingers. He quickly removed his hands from covering himself, exposing himself fully to your gaze.

"Good boy," You purred, stepping closer to Hillbilly's exposed form. "Now let me see what I'm working with."

You looked down at Hillbilly's naked body with a critical eye. After a moment of contemplation, you spoke.

"Not bad," You commented, "Not amazing either."

Hillbilly seemed to relax slightly at the praise but was still confused by the situation.

"Stroke yourself," You commanded him. "Show me how you pleasure yourself."

Hillbilly looked even more bewildered now. He doesn't know what your talking about. He lets out a grunt of confusion.

You rolled your eyes as Hillbilly looked at you with confusion. You walked over to him and grabbed his hand, guiding it toward his penis.

"This is how you do it," You said, moving Hillbilly's hand up and down the length of his shaft. "Just like this."

Hillbilly followed along awkwardly, watching as you showed him how to stroke himself properly.

"That's it," you murmured encouragingly, watching as pleasure began to build within Max's body. "You're doing so well."

At first, Hillbilly felt embarrassed and unsure of what he was doing, but soon the sensations overwhelmed him. He began stroking himself more confidently and with greater speed as he started feeling a pleasure he had never experienced before.

You watched in fascination as Hillbilly pleasured himself under your guidance. You could feel yourself growing aroused by the power you had over this inexperienced killer.

"Good boy," You said huskily, leaning down closer to him. "Keep going."

As Hillbilly continued to pleasure himself, the sensations grew stronger and more intense. His body was responding in ways he had never experienced before, and it both scared and excited him.

You watched him with a mixture of amusement and arousal, feeling a sense of control over him that was intoxicating. You loved the way Max followed your every command without question.

"Very good," You whispered into his ear as you traced your fingers down his chest. "I think you're ready for something new."

Suddenly, you stopped Hillbilly's hand and pulled away from him. He looked at you with confusion, unsure why you had stopped him.

Max started at you with curiosity as you began to take off your own pants and underwear. Were you about to "stroke yourself" as well?

You could feel the heat rising within you as you positioned yourself over Hillbilly and guided his cock to your slick, wet opening. You were absolutely ecstatic for what comes next.

Hillbilly was utterly confused about what was happening but couldn't help feeling a sense of excitement he had never felt before. He watched in awe as you took control, guiding his cock towards your dripping hole.

As you sank down onto him, taking him deep inside of you with a moan of pleasure, Hillbilly let out a gasp at the intense sensations that washed over him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before – warm, wet, tight, and overwhelming all at once.

You leaned back and moaned as Hillbilly's hands instinctively went to grab your hips. You began to slowly ride him, moving up and down on his cock in a steady rhythm.

Hillbilly groaned in pleasure at the sensation of being inside you, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. He clung onto you tightly, almost afraid to let go.

You smirked teasingly down at Hillbilly as he clung to you tightly. "You're gonna let me do all the work?"

Hillbilly looked up at you with desire. He was eager but unsure of what to do next.

You could feel the heat rising between the both of you, your body responding to every movement and sensation. You wanted Max to take charge, even if just a little.

"Come on," You urged him on. "Show me what you can do."

Feeling emboldened, Hillbilly did an experimental thrust upwards, causing you to moan in pleasure. The sound of your arousal spurred him on further.

Taking the hint, he began to move his hips in sync with you, lifting himself up to meet you each time you came down. As he gained confidence, his movements grew more forceful and demanding.

Hillbilly was lost in a sea of intense sensations, feeling completely overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through his body. He continued to fuck you eagerly and desperately, unable to get enough of this new feeling.

As he moved faster and harder with every thrust, drool started to come out from his mouth without him realizing it. He didn't know how long he would last or how much he had left in him, but right now all that mattered was the intense pleasure they were sharing.

Suddenly, Hillbilly wrapped his arms around you, pulling them close as he fucked faster. You moaned loudly at the sudden change in rhythm.

"Fuck," You moaned loudly, arching your back in pleasure. "Yes, just like that."

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body responding to every movement and sensation. The sound of Hillbilly's breathing and animalistic grunting in their ear only served to intensify your arousal.

"Keep going," You murmured huskily into his ear. "I'm almost there."

As Hillbilly's eyes shut tight and he continued to drool from the intensity of it all, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm. You knew you couldn't hold out much longer.

"Harder," You growled at him, their voice thick with need. "Faster."

Hillbilly complied eagerly, thrusting into you with ever-increasing force. The sensations were so intense that you felt like you might pass out from pleasure any second now.

As Hillbilly kept going, he began to feel a strange sensation building deep inside of him. Your cries of pleasure and encouragement were driving him forward, making him want to give them everything he had.

But suddenly, something new started happening. He could feel a tightness in his balls that was growing with each thrust and stroke. It was an intense pressure, unlike anything he had ever felt before

You could sense the change in Hillbilly's movements and moaned even louder as you realized what was happening. You knew that this would be his first orgasm – a moment of pure ecstasy for both of you.

"Let it go," You urged him on breathlessly as you continued to ride out his movements. "Give it all to me."

Suddenly, everything went white as Hillbilly experienced an intense orgasm that rocked his entire body. He screamed out in pleasure, shooting his hot load deep inside you as stars danced behind his eyes.

His limbs jerked uncontrollably while still inside you. You reached your own orgasm seconds after.

As Hillbilly came down from his high, he began to nuzzle into your neck. He pulled you closer to their body and held onto you tightly. You could feel his body shaking as the last remnants of his orgasm faded away.

"You did so well," You purred soothingly, stroking his hair gently. "You're such a good boy."

Hillbilly whimpered softly in response, feeling drained and yet completely fulfilled at the same time. He had never known pleasure like this before; it was overwhelming in every sense of the word.

"Okay we finished. Now let go of me" You said with annoyance clear in your voice.

However, Hillbilly wouldn't let go and clung on tighter.

For a moment, you struggled against him, wanting nothing more than to break free. But then you sighed heavily, feeling Hillbilly's warm body against yours and the comfort it brought.

"F-Fine," You murmured softly with a huff. "Just a few more minutes." You closed your eyes as you rested on Max's body. He wraps his arms around you and closes his own eyes.

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #max thompson jr x reader #max thompson jr #slasher x reader #Tomie!reader #dbd #dead by daylight #smut #the hillbilly #hillbilly x reader

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daughterofyeshuaa · 9 months

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May I please request Jeffrey, Kazan and Max with a reader who is very affectionate yet shy/easily flustered? Thank you!

These killers are in need of actual affection and love. Thanks for the request! Sorry if they're occ I'm writing while sleep deprived.

Jeffrey Hawk

Blud is lowkey confused

He's in desperate need of love and affection, especially from you

Please give it to him?

If he hugs you back, and you get flustered / shy, he may get a little irritated

Why are you so shy? It's just him

Kazan Yamaoka

Bro's like so melty

He'd melt at your affection and shyness, his bloodlust settling once he feels your arms around him

He thinks you getting flustered is the cutest thing???? Like real

Max Thompson Jr

Blud will break down and cry once he receives your affection

You're just the purest and most precious thing in his life atp

The light in his life tbh

Your shyness is a cute bonus

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dbd #dead by daylight #Jeffrey Hawk x reader #kazan yamaoka #kazan yamaoka x reader #max thompson jr x reader

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sharksnshakes · 2 years

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Killers' Favorite Color On Survivor! Reader HCs

Even bloodthirsty killers have their favorites. Favorite victims, favorite weapons, favorite... colors?

A/N; albert wesker has a special place in my heart, okay? also like half of these guys love red for obvious reasons

TW; none i'm aware of

Black

Danny Johnson, Frank Morrison

White

ALBERT WESKER, Evan Macmillan, Pinhead, Herman Carter, Pyramid Head

Red

DANNY JOHNSON, MICHAEL MYERS, Frank Morrison, Freddy Krueger, Ji-Woon Hak, Kazan Yamaoka

Pink

Joey, Phillip Ojomo, Max Thompson Jr.

Purple

Caleb Quinn, Ji-Woon Hak, Evan Macmillan

Yellow/Gold

Ji-Woon Hak, Kazan Yamaoka

Blue

EVAN MACMILLAN, Herman Carter, Joey

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daddy-deathslinger · 2 months

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Hi - it's the anon "who asks for thick s/o carrying killers by mistake!" I love your post about them and I like to see one for Anna, Evan, and Max if you like!

Hi there! Here's a little something I came up with, hope ya like!

The Huntress/Anna with a buff s/o

Anna is a strong, big woman, and she knows it.

You’re even bigger and stronger than she is, and this confuses her a bit at times.

She’s supposed to be the big, intimidating huntress, but next to you she sometimes feels small. Not that this bothers her too much, she knows her strengths and she knows yours.

For example, you are an excellent friend to your fellow survivors, always helping them and carrying them if need be.

Anna admires that about you, but soon she’s about to get even more confused.

One time during a trial, she whips out her best hatchets, the ones that usually make the survivors so disoriented when hit, that they can mess up almost anything.

She does well in the trial, as always when using the best hatchets, but soon things are about to change for her.

Scouting for a hurt survivor, she thinks she hears them moaning and whining behind a bush, so she goes there. She readies her hatchet, sneaks around the bush…

“Что происходит?!”

She is being lifted up by someone, or something! Carried away, like a little child!

She looks around in utter confusion, and sees… you. You appear to notice her too.

“Anna! Holy shit!” you exclaim and instantly drop her on the ground.

The two of you just stand there and stare at each other, then you start stuttering out apologies.

But Anna just stares at you, mesmerised by your strength. Then, a smile cracks on her lips and she starts laughing.

She laughs like you’ve never heard her laugh before, and it sure is a contagious laugh.

The Trapper/Evan MacMillan with a buff s/o

You know Evan is a proud man, he has always been a strong one and he’s very buff.

So when he started dating you, he had some things to get used to. You being stronger than him, for one.

He doesn’t seem to have let it hurt his pride too much, though. You know he loves you with all his heart.

One trial, you notice Evan has some fancier bear traps out. They stink something terrible, and you’re guessing he has oiled them with something to give them better grip. You make sure not to step into any, and tell your survivor friends to be extra careful this trial.

That being said, you still see someone trying to disable a trap in the cornfield.

You also feel your heart racing, the killer is near!

You start running towards the survivor stupid enough to try and disarm the trap, ready to stop them in the act before Evan shows up.

Your heart beats faster, Evan is almost here!

Without wasting a moment, you swoop up the survivor in your arms and run away into the cornfield with them, hoping Evan didn’t see them tinkering with his trap.

A loud grunt is heard, and you wonder if it’s Jeff that you’ve picked up…

“Evan!” you shriek in surprise, staring up into the white mask and the irritated eyes behind it.

“Don’t mind me, just trying to set my traps!” he mutters as you quickly put him down.

Blindness traps. Of course.

The Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr. with a buff s/o

You’ve dated Max for a while now. He’s a very sweet and charming character, although a bit quiet at times. But you don’t mind.

In trials however, he’s very focused on his task. Whoever comes in his way, suffers the consequences of doing so.

One trial, not so long ago, something else came in his way. Or, someone particular.

It started out as a trial like any other, people getting hurt, generators getting done.

Then, you suddenly noticed someone hunched over in the cornfield. It must have been David or Jeff, by the looks of it.

They seemed distressed, hurt even. You knew your task was to help out your fellow survivors, so you quickly ran towards the person.

“Hey, don’t worry, I got you!” you whispered, swiftly lifting up the survivor in your arms.

You hadn’t heard the chainsaw in a while, so you got a bit nervous that Max was coming your way, silently. You quickly made your way through the cornfield, with the survivor safe in your arms.

You thought it was a bit quiet, and when you eventually looked down on who actually was in your arms, you gasped.

“Max!”

He just looked up at you, confused, a bit embarrassed. He didn’t say anything, why hadn’t he pointed out your big mistake here?

“Max, honey, I’m so sorry!” you stuttered, putting him down on the ground again.

Max just glanced at you, looking very embarrassed now. He grunted something that you didn’t really hear, and then started his chainsaw.

And off he went, to a completely different direction.

You smiled shyly to yourself, feeling a bit stupid for embarrassing him like that. Oh well, you would make it up with cuddles later.

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd x reader #dbd the huntress #the huntress #dbd the trapper #the trapper x reader #the huntress x reader #the hillbilly x reader #dbd the hillbilly #max thompson jr #max thompson jr x reader #evan macmillan #evan macmillan x reader

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ideasvoid · 2 years

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Would you be able to do a sweet, fluffy one for me?

- Max Thompson, Jr. (Hillbilly) x Reader

- They’re in a relationship

- It’s dinner time, and Reader cooked something delicious, as always

- They sit down and eat/cuddle in front of the TV

Thank you!

Hello sweetheart, I can certainly give it a go for you. I have never written for Max so please bare with me.

The Hillbilly - Max Thompson, Jr / Boy

The screen door creaked loudly as it swung open, heavy footsteps sounding from behind you and down the hall. You weren’t entirely sure what he was doing, he had been prowling the perimeter of the farm all day as if he was searching for something.

The bubbling of water brought you from your thoughts, lifting the pot lid to inspect its contents. Just a little longer, you thought, placing the lid back down. Max had come to you a few days ago, an old yellowed book in his hands. He pointed to a signature on the very last page rather insistently, seemingly very excited by his find. In faded cursive read the name Evelyn Thompson, lending ownership to this previously forgotten cookbook. You didn’t know the details of Max’s relationship with his family, only that they had kept him in a small windowless room and based on the fact that he could neither read nor write, didn’t bother to attend to him more than simply keeping him alive.

Cruel and awful people, you had decided. Ones your dear, sweet Max was much better off without. Still, the recipes scrawled within the old pages did sound delicious, and tonight you had decided to do your best to make one. Most of ingredients could be found around the farm, the produce left to grow wildly on its own and, while slightly nauseating, any meat required was more than abundant. You simply hoped cooking it thoroughly would spare you from any potential sickness. You opened one of cupboards and searched for a set of usable table wear, eventually finding two bowls. While mismatched, they would certainly do.

The footsteps returned, halting just behind you for a long moment. He would come to you when he was ready, his easily startled and curious personality growing into a habit of observing from a distance before approaching. Slowly, the wood creaked behind you and you could feel the heat radiating off him as he watched you pour the pots contents into the bowls.

Turning, you gave him a smile before walking to place the bowls down a the table he had helped you clean up. Max followed behind you, quickly sitting down when you gestured for him to join you. Meals with Max were comfortable events, he’d quietly listen to you talk about whatever came to mind while the two of you ate and enjoyed a rare moment of domestic mundanity in the fog. They were moments treasured by the both of you.

Max ate his food silently, stopping and staring at you every so often. It was like the stories he’d hear through the hole when he was little, brief glimpses of the television set where a couple would wade in simple domesticity. A husband coming home to a meal cooked by his wife, a small happy family that radiated warmth he hadn’t felt in his life until you entered it. He adored you, even if he couldn’t say it out loud.

Upon the two of you finishing he takes your hand, gently tugging you along towards his room. You wished he would move to another room, one that had windows and no chain attached to the wall but he stood firm in remaining in it. Pillows and blankets laid over the old mattress on the floor, drawing of both your creation posted on the walls. He had turned what was once a cell, into something better, something almost cozy if you ignored the occasional blood stains.

Max pulled you down with him, his arms wrapping protectively around you as you both got comfortable. There wasn’t much good in the fog, it was a place where pain and torment thrived. But to Max, you were a shining light. More beautiful than a clear sky or any flower. You reached around him, pulling a book from the floor and opening it to the marked page. Straightening the dog ear, you began to read.

It wasn’t a story you recognized, a story of a young boy on a voyage out to sea to find a lost treasure. The pages old and worn, filling your nose with the scent that reminded you of old bookstores. Max held you close, listening intently as you read, his fingers making slow circles on your back as he closed his eyes. Your words and warmth lulling him to sleep.

#dbd imagines #dbd x reader #Max Thompson jr x reader #the Hillbilly x reader #slasher fic #I know you said TV but I couldn’t resist #being read to while cuddling is a weakness of mine #I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless #<3 #kait-blackhound #wren writes

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rootsofdread · 10 months

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Hi! I just found your blog(? is it called a Tumblr? a blog? I still don't know) and I love it! I'm sort of an on-and-off Dead by Daylight player, but seeing this great thing you've got going on here makes me kinda want to go play more.

I dunno if this is an acceptable request, but: how would the denizens of the Fog feel about a friendly and helpful dog!Reader?

For the killers, the faithful companion is leading them to injured survivors and also barking at people who try to sneak by (though likely not always successfully, since the Fog is likely messing with their senses), maybe even knocking things out of survivors' hands because they're a mischief maker.

For the Survivors, the friendly pooch is leading injured survivors away from the killer and to healers, picking up and bringing them dropped items, and barking at stalking killers to warn the people it cares about.

Everyone needs a friendly animal sometimes, I think. There's something really nice about petting a fuzzy friend when you've had a bad day, and I feel like being in the Fog probably means you have a lot of bad days.

most people call them blogs hehe! this was honestly such a fun request to do though, i was delighted seeing it in my inbox!! very unique and fun to write :-D!!

Jake Park:

Jake had long learned to be wary of animals — creatures, more like — found in the fog. So he was understandably skeptical when he saw a dog sniffing around in the distance. He was sure he’d see you transform into some grotesque monster. He was shocked to see you lead the killer into a trap he had set up earlier in the trial, jumping over it while they stepped into it.

He knew you’d be next if they caught up to you. He whistles to get your attention and makes sure you run away with him, ahead of him, even. There’s something strangely freeing about being with an animal again, to him, running with one and feeling like he’s truly in the wild again.

You help him a lot with building make-shift traps and getting items together for himself and his teammates. He never has to worry about being unprepared with you around, he can tell you to go find something he needs, and chances are, you’ll be back with it in no time. You’re often more helpful at times than his teammates are.

Jeff Johansen:

Jeff couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you walk up to him while he was working on a generator. A stray dog. He was sure you were a figment of his imagination — but attempts to snap himself out of it proved futile. But he still wasn’t too sure, of course, he figured you must be something conjured by the Entity to mess with him and other survivors.

But he began to trust you more when you lead him into a nearby out-of-sight corner just as the killer skulked by. He was in disbelief that you knew they were coming before he did, and seemed to figure this must mean you’re here to protect him rather than mess with him.

That said, he often spends more time protecting you than you do protecting him. He tells you to run and takes chase from the killer before they find you, and he’s thankful when you decide to listen instead of continue to follow him; he wants you to help everyone else when you can’t help him. You’ve brought him happiness and he’ll protect you at any cost.

Max Thompson Jr. / The Hillbilly:

Max doesn’t have a great track record with animals, and he nearly killed you when he first noticed you during a trial. The incessant barking is almost what did it — but then he noticed you were clearly barking at something. A bush? No, something inside the bush. He could hear something.

He swung his hammer into the greenery and collided with flesh. An injured survivor had been hiding from him, and you led him straight to them. He seems to decide for himself, maybe you can be useful. He lets you follow him around for the rest of the trial, occasionally looking over his shoulder to see you wagging your tail.

He eventually becomes much more attached to you, thinking of you more as a pet than a convenience. He can frequently be seen petting you and throwing you treats after you help him catch survivors, and perhaps, on occasion, he lets you lay your head in his lap while the two of you rest after a long trial.

Anna / The Huntress:

Of course, Anna had seen animals in the fog; the nasty creatures the Entity had spawned. They’re easy pickings, a fun activity for her when she’s not in a trial. She was surprised when she lobbed a hatchet at you and you actually dodged it. She knew you were smarter, a different kind of animal. A real animal, like from before.

Believe it or not, she was actually delighted to have found a real animal in the fog. She loved animals. And a dog, too — she always wanted a dog, particularly for hunting, but she had heard what great companions they make. It was never a secret how much she’d always wanted a friend.

She immediately takes to you and lets you come with her. She loves having an easy way to pinpoint where survivors are with you, letting you run off into the trialgrounds and alert her to the exact locations of them, occasionally even dragging injured survivors straight back to her. You’re rewarded with treats from her hunts.

#inbox #jake park #jeff johansen #max thompson jr #dbd anna #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #gender neutral reader #jake park x reader #jeff johansen x reader #max thompson jr x reader #the hillbilly x reader #dbd anna x reader #the huntress x reader

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wifeyifey · 1 year

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May I request Max Thompson Jr x reader NSFW? I was thinking about him being aroused by reader with thick thighs/big butt when he accidentally takes a look up her skirt. She trips and falls while being chased, so that's why he got a little peek and wasn't able to stop thinking about it until she dropped by his realm to make sure he is okay after another survivor dropped a pallet on him a little more violently than usual. Basically comfort turning into smut, if that's okay! Hope that's not too much, but if it is please feel free to ignore!

Hi!! So it honestly took me a while to write this one considering I've never written smut before.. but I hope you like it!!

This is going to be considered a Max Thompson Jr. x fem!reader because of the request mentioning 'she' it does start off fluffy with some suggestive stuff, but once the reader gets to Max's realm, that's when it gets spicy if you don't want to read that part.

Will be under the cut since it's super long!

You and Max have always had a special relationship. You’ve always been on the kinder side with him and have never insulted him for his looks, or for any of his clear insecurities. You always found him to be sweet and would sometimes go easier on him during trials. He could use some of the help and he doesn’t notice your small change in effort as you play the part well.

Max loves it when he gets his hands on you during trials. You have such a cute outfit that really shows off your curves. He loves the squeal you let out when he puts his hands on your sides and lifts you to his shoulder. He especially loves the feeling of your plush thighs being squished by his arm when holding you up. You don’t tend to try to fight him when he has you, but your hands tend to wander on his back a little in almost a comforting way.

Today’s trial was a little rough on both of you, however. You had just finished a trial with Ghostface before immediately being put into another trial. Ghostface was being a little much with you by lifting your skirt up a couple times thinking he was oh so funny. After the third time doing it you turned to slap him across the face, almost knocking off his mask. This was not the right move on your end as it just made him seem more determined to kill you. He moried you so fast that you didn’t notice you were in a new trial. You thought you were still being hunted by him. It made you careless that you had rolled your ankle when you looked behind you trying to see if he was behind you as you heard your heartbeat getting louder.

You were running up the stairs of the building near you. Your ankle was throbbing and you just wanted this trial to end. You could hear the person behind you climbing the stairs faster than you could keep going. Once again, you tripped and landed on your hands and knees. The stomping behind you quickly stopped as you turned around to see who it was. You let out a sigh of relief seeing Max. He seemed frozen in place and his hands were already out to grab you. “Maxie? Are you ok?” you asked confused. You didn’t notice the tent in his pants when he let out a little squeal and turned to run away from you. He didn’t know how to handle seeing your undies which were pulled so far up your ass into a wedgie from all the running and falling you’ve gone through today. It flustered him seeing so much of your soft skin and he’s always wanted to respect you as you were always kind and affectionate with him. You were the closest thing he would consider a friend. Sure he was slightly obsessed with you and found you to be so beautiful that he would think about you outside of trials when he had some time to himself, but he never thought he’d get to see up your cute little skirt.

The rest of the trial went without error as no one was getting hooked, all the generators were fixed, and the exit was opened. You were walking with Jeff to the exit when you heard Max’s uneven running coming up behind you two. You just happened to walk up next to a palette when Jeff slammed the palette down on top of Max making him groan in pain and Jeff grabbed your hand and ran through the fog at the exit with your protests falling on deaf ears.

Once you made it back to the survivor’s camp, you gave it a couple of minutes before heading to Max’s realm. You know he must be having a hard time with how that trial just went. You headed towards the forest, not knowing Max was already watching you from within. He stalked you through the forest, surprisingly stealthily for him. You, obviously, none the wiser. By the time you reach Max’s realm you’re already excited to see him. You cherish every time you get a chance to spend time with him.

As soon as you reached his land you were breaking into a sprint towards the house to see if you could find him and love on him after that horrible run. Max immediately chases after you which makes you stop and turn since you hear his stomping behind you. He didn’t expect you to stop so suddenly and that caused him to plow into you, knocking you both to the ground. Max had wrapped his arms around you and turned you both to where he landed on his back with you on top of him and landed with an “oof”. You look up at him with worry, “Are you ok Maxie? I was worried that you got hurt in that last trial. Where did you go?” You bring one of your hands up to his face and cup it gently. He groans as he squeezes you closer to him. He didn’t exactly want to answer that. He felt embarrassed because he was hiding from you after having seen your ass. He was always attracted to you because of the affection and care you gave him. You just also happened to be the most beautiful thing he has ever witnessed as well. All he knows is he wants to touch you, but is scared of your rejection.

You heaved a sigh knowing something is wrong since he wasn’t trying to babble out that he was ok. You looked into his eyes before letting out a small smile. You assumed he was still hurt from the palette from earlier, “Maxie, baby boy, let’s head over to the house. Let me help you feel better,” you said as you stood up and reached your hand out to him. He grabbed your hand and got up to trail behind you to his house. He kept his head down thinking his thoughts of your body would subside but then he found himself watching the sway of your hips as you walked in front of him. All the dirty thoughts of you immediately flooded back to his mind and he could feel himself straining against his pants. He didn’t even realize that he was reaching for your ass until he felt the plushness in his grip and heard a squeak from you. You turned around so quickly you nearly got whiplash. You tightened your grip on his hand out of reflex at Max jerking a little at the sudden turn. You didn’t mean to scare him, but his hand grabbing a handful of your ass definitely shocked you.

Max was loosening his grip from your hand and was babbling nervously when you were looking over his form. He was nearly squirming when your eyes landed on the bulge in his pants. You couldn’t help the gasp that came out at the size of the tent in his pants. It’s not like you disliked the feeling of him touching you so intimately. You’ve definitely thought about what sleeping with him would be like. Especially knowing he’s never been intimate like that with anyone. You would think about how you’d be able to teach him certain things and the thought of him putting his rough hands on your soft skin made you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation.

Max was still hyper aware of your eyes still looking at his dick and he nearly choked at your free hand palming his crotch. You licked your lips as you looked up at Max as you continued to apply pressure to his hardening dick. You saw the nervousness in him easing into pleasure as you continued to toy with him. Stepping forward you push your chest up against his and lean up to place a small kiss onto his lips as your hands go to the button of his jeans. He follows your lips as you pull away from the kiss, wanting more and who were you to deny him kisses. “Max, is this ok?” you whisper to him, brushing your lips against his lightly. He nodded eagerly as you guided his hands to your body. You moan into his mouth when you bring his hands under your shirt to squeeze your chest. Max was fascinated by the softness of your breasts and wanted to see them so he grabbed the material of your shirt and ripped it from your body making you gasp. His hands went to reach for your bra next, “W-Wait! Maxie let me just take off the bra, I don’t want you to rip this,” you blurt out as you unhook the bra from the front and slowly open it for him to see you bare chested for the first time. Max put his hands on your hips and squatted down to where he was eye-level with your perky nipples and looked up at you hesitantly before kissing your right nipple. You sucked in a deep breath, putting one hand on the back of his head and the other on his shoulder. He starts licking and sucking on your nipple as his hands trail down to the top of your thighs and slip under your cute little skirt to massage your cheeks, ripping a breathy moan of Max’s name.

Max doesn’t think he could get any harder from getting to touch your soft skin, you needed some relief and you weren’t sure if you could go much longer. You squealed from feeling Max bite your nipple and pulled him back a bit from your chest. He looked up at you shocked at the reaction you made, worried that he hurt you. “Maxie, baby boy, I need to feel you in me already. Please.” He stood up to his full height and picked you up, your arms and legs wrapping around him and brought you over to the shade of a tree you were nearby. “Baby, sit down. I’m going to take care of you, ok?” He nodded as he sat down and you unzipped his jeans. Max’s hardened cock came out and was the perfect length, girthier than most you’ve seen, and a slight curve to the left. You squat over him, trying to angle him with your wet hole. Looking up at him, you leaned forward to kiss him with all the love you could muster as you slid down on his cock. You moan loudly into his open mouth, also letting out a moan. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his hands gripped your hips and slammed you down onto his cock making you squeal at the fullness in your cunt, his tip hitting you in just the right place. “Oh! Max! F-Fuck!” You start bouncing on his cock using his shoulders for stability and his hands touching your bare ass. Max’s tip hitting your g-spot over and over with every slam of your hips down onto his lap. Max was trying to hold back his moans because he was mesmerized by the sound of your wet pussy squelching and the sounds coming out of your mouth as well. It was pushing him to the edge and he felt the knot in his stomach tighten. “M-Max, Max, oh I’m so close baby. So so close,” he heard you say through his haze and nodded, so glad you were enjoying yourself as much as he was. He adjusted his grip and started to bring his hips up to meet yours. All you could chant was ‘yes’ over and over again as you heard Max start to babble and you knew he was just as close. You pulled him forward and kissed him as you slammed down on his cock one last time, cumming on him and whining into the kiss. Feeling you pulse around him was the last thing he needed to let go and shoot his thick seed up into you.

You leaned forward onto Max’s chest, placing small kisses against his pecs. You could still feel Max pulsing inside you which is making your chest flutter. You sit up and look him in his eyes. You hum happily as you lean in to kiss him again. “I love you so much Maxie,” you say, rubbing your nose against his softly. He tried to babble it back out to you, but he choked at you grinding down against his cock again. He was still just as hard as when you started, “m-morrre,” he groaned out. He stood up without taking himself out and started walking to his house so he could fuck you again. You squealed at the sudden change in altitude and noticed you were heading into the house. You don’t think it’ll be too much more once you’re inside but he proved you wrong as it turns out he has the stamina of a Greek god since he fucked you for hours now that he has you wrapped around his finger.

Requests are open! Pls lmk what y’all think!

#dbd x reader #the hillbilly x reader #max thompson jr x reader #dbd smut

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r3dkn0ts · 9 months

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I'm somewhat curious because everyone has their own perception of killers in dbd before they came into the realm. Out of all your faves (like Caleb, Tarhos, Billy ect..) do you think any of them are still....well virgins?? Most of them were either too focused on revenge and bloodshed to even think about ass or coochie (lookin right at you slinger also I LOVE UR BLOG SM)

I have other stuff in the drafts I'm working on atm ( do not worry followers! it will be posted! eventually! ) but Man this just. rattled my brain so hard that I had to start writing Immediately

I'm just gonna pick the guys you listed or else I'd be rambling way too much and also idk what the hell to categorize this as so ummmmm just putting it under the cut. I guess these are more like character studies than anything?

SEXUAL HEADCANONS FOR THE DBD KILLERS Featuring Caleb Quinn, Tarhos Kovács, and Max Thompson Jr.

Themes: Smut, smut, and a little bit of fluff at the end. Honestly, what did you expect? Warnings: Mentions of canon-typical violence

The Deathslinger / Caleb Quinn - I'd imagine Caleb is around his mid-to-late 60s ( if you don't think too hard about the time-fuckery that is the Entity's Realm ), so the man definitely has some years under his belt. - When it comes to sex, though, he might've fooled around with one or two folks in his younger days. Like most other cowpoke of his time, he didn't really care what gender he was laying down with. - Yes, I am saying that Caleb is pansexual. All cowboys are at least a little bit gay. I don't make the rules. - He definitely didn't see any action after nearly killing Bayshore and being stuck in a penitentiary for 15 years straight, that's for sure. - Plus, there's no good reason to be horny in a place like that. - That being said, he knows the basics and maybe a trick here or there, so he's not a total buffoon, but he's not a floozy either.

The Knight / Tarhos Kovács - Being taken from his home and put into slavery at such a young age, he didn't exactly have a normal childhood. - Tarhos didn't have the time to be concerned with anything remotely romantic or sexual, constantly going on campaigns with his men and killing everyone that stood in their way. - He would never admit it to anyone, even himself, but this man is so touch-starved and needy that just hugging him would probably give him a boner as stiff as his claymore. - Tarhos tries to ignore sexual urges until they go away, but that doesn't always work, so he might have to rub one out once in a while. He feels guilty about it every time. - Yeah, he's a virgin. No experience at all.

The Hillbilly / Max Thompson Jr. - Oh, this poor boy. We all know his story by now. It's pretty obvious that he never had any physical contact, much less that of a romantic or sexual nature. - Back in his time, television shows weren't nearly as scandalous as nowadays. There was no way of accessing pornographic material unless you got special magazines, which he of course never did. - Going through puberty, he would feel strange and uncomfortable, just trying to ignore the weird feelings he had. It made him want to crawl out of his own skin. - Those habits stuck with him into his adulthood, constantly fighting his own body and trying anything to get the strange feelings to go away. Eventually, he figured out that friction was the easiest method. - You could say he's "innocent", but I prefer "clueless". - If someone were to truly earn his trust and explain to him what erections, masturbation, and sex are, he'd get super flustered and cover his face in shame. - His first time would need to be slow and more of a tutorial than anything else. Dude's probably gonna cum as soon as a hand touches him. Just be patient.

#dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight imagines #the deathslinger x reader #caleb quinn x reader #the knight x reader #tarhos kovacs x reader #the hillbilly x reader #max thompson jr x reader #fluff #smut #headcanons #gender neutral reader #character study

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