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jadeslashes · 11 months

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DBD request:

The killers (The Shape, Trapper, the Wraith and your choice 😘) having an unhealthy obsession with the newest survivor (female if you don't mind?)

includes: the trapper, the wraith, the huntress, the ghost face, the doctor, the legion (just frank), the artist, the cenobite, the executioner, the shape & the knight.

warnings: stalking, obsession, unhealthy relationship dynamics, you get the idea. no smut but still mdni.

note: first dbd request, thanks pookie <3 and bc this is my first dbd request, i'm just gonna include all the killers i write for :)

🔩﹒TRAPPER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

obsession at first sight, evan has absolutely no plans of letting you get away from him, no matter what he has to do

even if it hurts you, he'll lay traps in your path to ensnare you so he can throw you up over his shoulder, have you in his complete control

and once you're in the basement, you know that there's no escape from him whatsoever

all of his traps are laid so there's no chance of rescue, and he faces you hanging from the hook that he's mercilessly thrown you on, glad to have successfully trapped his prey

🔔﹒WRAITH ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

philip finds himself using his guise of invisibility to keep an eye on you far more often than he himself even intends, crossing paths with you when he doesn't even mean to

whenever you're alone, you catch him sweeping by in your periphery, or hear in the distance a bell chiming

he notices your anxiety mounting with every second that he's watching, and in a way he almost feels bad about it

and when he's ready to chase you down, he'll ring his bell, almost in a taunting sort of way as you run from him

but he won't stop until he's got you

🪓﹒HUNTRESS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

almost always, her first instinct when she sees survivors is to use her strength and speed, her hunting ability, and throw hatchets, anything to down them and bring them under her mercy

but the way she feels about you is almost similar to the way she feels about the children she couldn't bring herself to kill

something throws those instincts to the side when she sees you, she can't place what exactly it is, but she can't ignore it

💀﹒GHOSTFACE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

he's always meticulously stalked people, gotten to know them without their knowledge down to the very last detail without their knowledge of his presence

but with you, his usual routine of becoming intimately familiar with victims for the purpose of killing them was interrupted, killing you was not necessarily his intent

unnaturally quickly, he knows details about you that few others pick up on, and you constantly question whether you're really alone

🩻﹒DOCTOR ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

considering the fact that he's completely sadistic, being his obsession is harrowing, beginning to end

especially because he doesn't see these feelings toward you as something he should allow to grow, he doesn't see it as any sort of love or anything romantic, which gives him only one conclusion that he needs to reach

he needs you dead, but he's going to drag it out, make it satisfying for himself, and the way to do that is to drive you mad, and make the process as torturous as possible

every scream of yours fuels him to keep going until his brutal torture is finally done, and by that point, he might even find that he'd gotten so caught up in torturing you that the rest of the survivors managed to escape the trial

🕸﹒LEGION ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

frank knew you'd be a chase, something he'd need to go after, but he's more than okay with that

every second of running after you is envigorating, with each stride that gets him closer to you he wants you more and more

both of you know that you can’t outrun him, he’s in a frenzy on your heels, completely running on the impulse that he hadn’t been able to get out of his head since he saw you; he needed to get to you

the chase doesn’t necessarily end with him plunging his knife into you, but he doesn’t mind it if you think that’s the case

in fact, he takes some pride in the fear and control he knows he has over you

🪶﹒ARTIST ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

while usually she uses her birds as a weapon against her prey, for you she'd be using them much more gently

you’d find yourself being harassed by crows throughout the majority of your trial

but it’s only so carmina can keep track of you, she doesn’t use them to cause you harm

⛓﹒CENOBITE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

they're constantly using their chains to keep you in close proximity

and also just to hear you scream, no tears of yours could ever be a waste of good suffering in their eyes, they love your cries of fear and pain from whatever they're doing to you or when they're chasing you down

escaping their chains is virtually impossible, each second you manage to evade or hide to rest, you know you’re just putting off the inevitable

🔺﹒EXECUTIONER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

pyramid head is a bringer of pain and suffering, but is also shockingly subtle during the trial

for a while, he’s merely a looming presence as you work towards escaping

but that’s part of the plan, he takes his time to get you tormented by his power

all so that he can get you locked in one of his cages, where you have no choice but to be all his

🔪﹒SHAPE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

his stalking is relentless, but he takes his time before he makes a real move on you

and when he finally does strike? there's no way you could've ever been ready for it, one minute you were working on a generator, and the next, you're up over his shoulder with no way to escape

and even if you are constantly on guard, aware of his presence, he'll keep you under his mercy by keeping you injured or downed, never too far from you to keep your fellow survivors from saving you

⚔️﹒KNIGHT ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

even though he's the killer in the trial, as a knight, he feels the need to protect you, killing you isn't even something that crosses his mind

and if tarhos himself can't be keeping his eye on you at any time for one reason or another, alejandro, durkos or sander are doing so for him

he's got an uncanny ability to constantly know where you are and what you're doing, and that's because he's always keeping tabs on you, whether on his own or by means of his faithful three

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unnerving-presence · 5 months

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Hi, i just read the coochie unhooking and im in love omg 🥲💕 could we have another part with the huntress, pyra and a third one of your choice? Thank you, you're the best 👀💕

GAGAGAGGH YESSSS I LOVE THESE 😭 TARHOS HAS BEEN INFESTING MY BRAIN SO HE WILL BE THE LUCKY THIRD !!

ooc shit incoming this is literally abt them loving them thighs i do not gaf i tried to make them in character somewhat anyways hehe

could you tell i’m utterly obsessed w tarhos right now i wished i could’ve written more dear lord

i had already written this for huntress initially but i did want to revise it a bit to be more in character. still sort of experimenting with it all. enjoy though :)

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Anna:

Straight confusion and a.. little bit of panic? She’s never had her prey attempt something like what you did. It catches her so off guard she practically thrashes around as much as you do to get you off of her. She doesn’t like feeling so vulnerable and very much does not appreciate it when you manage to escape the hook and her alike. She can’t shake that ghostly feeling of your thighs around her. It’s like you’re still there. She can’t discern whether she likes the feeling or not.

You’re interesting prey, prey that she enjoys hunting. She mostly does it for necessity and to please the Entity, but she likes you. She likes that. She especially likes your drive to survive. It amuses her, makes her curious about you. Anna would be angry about the ordeal thinking about it, but it simply makes her intrigued now. She simply can’t brush aside the concept of your thighs around her. It was like a warm embrace she hadn’t felt since she was a child. She likes it.

She decides she will observe you more. Watch as you speak in a language she doesn’t understand and interact with those she sees as nothing more than human animals. You’re afraid, but you’re also determined. It’s cute. Perhaps she’ll conveniently place herself near the hook she puts you on next time, just to feel you fight to survive, just to feel those thighs around her again.

Pyramid Head:

Pyramid Head would have absolutely never expected this to happen.. ever? Considering his absolute fridge of a head he’s.. startled to say the least that you managed to both effectively wrap your thighs around him AND have enough leg strength to take him down AND unhook yourself. It doesn’t all come to mind at first but he’s definitely a bit aroused. Unfortunately, that is an emotion that fades quite quickly. He has a job to do, he would very much like to get back to that. If he could get back up from the ground from his big ass helmet holding him down 😭

Pyramid Head is simply indifferent about the situation. A tiny bit excited at the though, but would quickly move on. It would certainly stay in his mind if you had done it several times over though. Some part of him is glad he has this unbearable helmet over his head, he might have had a full system shutdown had your thighs gotten too close to his face, though your thighs being around him in the first place is more than enough to turn him on a bit, not that he acts on it of course. He prioritizes his role in this realm more than anything else.

Though he won’t pass up the opportunity to listen to your cries of pain if given the chance. They didn’t mean much to him before. But now he rather likes the sound. He’d even say he rather likes you more than anything else. Maybe he should stick extra close to you from now on. Perhaps you’ll try other suggestive methods of trying to escape him. Either way, it feeds into his desire to punish and his desire for you.

Tarhos Kovács:

Tarhos is trained for moments like this, when the enemy has the upper hand. He cut through hundreds of swordsmen far more experienced than you could ever wish to be. He wields his imposing claymore and knows he strikes fear into those that dare cross him. He is anything but one to be so easily defeated. It should’ve been impossible for him to be taken down by someone in such a pathetic position as yourself. It has to be the Entity’s assistance. It has to be. He can barely get himself together again before you dash up the stairs and out of his reach. He grumbles and pushes himself up off the ground, more determined than ever to put you in your place.

You don’t survive the trial, but it’s very clear you did something to him. He’s angry, but there’s some other emotion, like a smoldering fire that was once not even worth a passing glance had suddenly burst into a wildfire. It could be confused with bloodlust. He can barely tell the difference between the two until he sees you again by the campfire next to those worthless maggots. He watches only for a moment and in that moment he wants more. He wants more of whatever you did to him.

He will never come to terms with these feelings. He believes it’s your fault. Your existence shouldn’t even be welcomed in this place. You can so easily disrupt the balance of death, sacrifice, bloodshed. He wants nothing to do with you if you think you can deter him from his rightful privilege of endlessly butchering such peasants as yourself. He hates you more than he hates Vittorio, he thinks. Vittorio was an imbecile who thought he had the answers to peace. But you? God, you actually do something to him and you don’t even have to try.

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #the huntress x reader #dbd anna x reader #pyramid head x reader #tarhos kovács x reader

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soapyghostie · 2 months

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Hi!! I was wondering you could do a legion (Frank or Sally will do just fine?), ghost face, and The Knight with a killer s/o whose like that Jack Goodman guy from An American Werewolf in London or Beetlejuice,, from Beetlejuice? Obviously dead as hell but still a sarcastic and joking person while looking like torn up teddy bear. Just reacting to pieces of themselves just falling off as an inconvenience while talking about some stupid shit.

Also, Love your writing man, hope to see more of it!! Hope you have a nice day/night :)

Awwwww! Thanks Anon! I’m glad you like my writing! I hope you have a blessed day/night as well! ❤️ Here’s your request. Enjoy!

The Legion/Frank Morrison

Frank would be taken aback and stare at you in confusion as pieces of you fall off your body. He might even express concern before realizing that being dead, you're not exactly endangered. Once he comprehends the situation, Frank would chuckle and shake his head. He appreciates your dark humor and the fact that your dismembered state doesn’t seem to bother you.

Frank loves sarcasm and teasing. He’ll engage in lots of teasing and corny jokes about your ‘shedding’ (Frank’s word for your body parts falling off). He’ll playfully ask if you're molting or suggest giving an offering of some of your pieces to the Entity for extra bloodpoints to enhance your abilities in trials.

Frank gets used to the sight and starts making casual remarks when parts of you fall off during conversations. It becomes a normal part of your dynamic, and he finds it oddly endearing. In the midst of chases or trials, Frank will point out your ‘trail’ of fallen pieces, turning it into a morbid joke between the two of you.

Frank will collect some of the fallen bits as ‘souvenirs,’ which is kinda gross in my opinion, to display a twisted sense of affection that he has for your torn-up teddy bear appearance. If he is in a mischievous mood, he may playfully remove a piece and run off with it with you chasing after him. It becomes a game of hide-in-seek between the two of y’all as you struggle to get the piece of your body back from Frank’s grasp: he’s pretty fast.

Frank will come up with a lot of creative nicknames for you such as ‘scatterbrained sweetheart’ or ‘lost limbs baby” as a form of teasing, but also a form of affection.

Frank, in a strange way, becomes protective of you, patching you up if needed or giving you words of affirmation due to your unique condition. He wants to make sure you feel loved and accepted for who you are. Despite all the teasing and jokes, Frank’s growing affection for you remains genuine, proving that even in the fog, unconventional relationships can thrive.

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

Danny would be startled at the sight of pieces falling off of your during y’all’s first encounter. His wide-eyed mask might express shock wherever he goes, but he immediately recognizes the absurdity of the situation. The Entity brings some really freaky shitters for killers. Sorry no offense…

Once the shock of your appearance lulls away, Danny will quickly adopt a deadpan sense of humor about your dismembered state. He’ll compare you to horror movie tropes, such as “Beetlejuice” or “An American Werewolf in London,” or crack jokes about your unraveled state. He’ll be surprised when you reciprocate his dark humor with the same dark humor, taking his jokes very well. Danny’s mask may hide his facial expressions, but his body language suggests he’s amused by your dark humor. He may even mimic laughter through his voice changer to join in on the joke.

When seeing you perform in trials, Danny will playfully comment on your ‘trail of bits,’ distracting you from your chase. To throw him off, critique and make fun of his strategy style in trials. You’ll get him to shut up that way because joking about his killing style destroys his ego. He deserves it for distracting you from your chase.

Danny will propose a horror movie marathon, making light of your undead state and turning it into a movie night, complete with popcorn and snarky commentary. He’ll comment a lot on how you look like the villain of most of the movies y’all watch.

Danny likes to mess with you and will definitely hide some of your fallen pieces during trials, challenging you to find them later. Also with Danny being the king of puns, he’ll weave a lot of puns about your torn-up teddy bear appearance into y’all’s conversations. From ‘losing your head over something’ to ‘falling for you in pieces,’ his humor takes on a morbid charm that gets you laughing every time.

Despite all the macabre jokes, Danny’s actions show a peculiar form of affection. He’ll retrieve your fallen pieces, even if he’s the one who stole them and hid them around, delicately place them back in their proper place on your body. In quiet moments, Danny will lean in and confess in an eerie whisper, “You’re the only one who can make dismemberment look charming.” Fucking bastard! However, you and Danny form a unique bond built on y’all’s shared dark humor that is a testament to the resilience of y’all’s connection in the Entity’s realm.

The Knight/Tarhos Kovács

Tarhos would be surprised at the sight of pieces falling off of you. Despite your undead state, Tarhos expresses a gentle concern for your well-being, regardless of his usual stoic and knightly manner. He’ll even try to ‘repair’ you by placing the pieces respectfully back in their right places on your body that fall off.

Tarhos engages in polite teasing about your dismembered state. I don’t know how he does it, but he knows how to do it respectfully. He’ll make chivalrous jokes, like offering to be your ‘knight in shining armor’ even if you're a ‘teddy bear in tatters.’ Additionally, Tarhos’s knightly code will take a twist as he discusses ‘dismemberment etiquette,’ establishing proper behavior for you when pieces fall off during conversations.

Tarhos will incorporate swordplay into y’all’s dark humor, making light jabs at your falling pieces with his sword. He’ll even suggest a jousting match with your fallen pieces as targets. It’s a fun game y’all play in your spare time.

While y’all are walking, Tarhos will be behind you retrieving any pieces that have fallen off and will hold all your pieces in his big hands, like flowers, until y’all get to your destination where he’ll try to ‘reassemble’ you. It is a cute and comical site, yet it shows his genuine desire to care for you.

Tarhos will serenade you with medieval ballads, incorporating humorous lyrics about your ‘torn-up teddy bear’ appearance to lighten the mood.

Tarhos’s chivalry extends beyond physical protection, he becomes your emotional shield, navigating all your worries and insecurities through words of affirmation and hugs. As time goes on, you and Tarhos embrace the absurdity of your appearance through humor and y’all’s support for each other, forming an unconventional partnership in the dark embrace of the fog.

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 1 year

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Killers when you catch them masturbating

Requested: No

Warnings: Spice (obviously) and hints of Dub-Con/Non-Con but I’m pretty sure it can all be read as completely consensual as well

A/N: Enjoy!

Evan

Evan isn’t really the type to take his dick out in many places, so really the only place you CAN catch him is outside trials, in his own realm. Most likely in his room. And if you catch him? Better hope he doesn’t catch you. Cause the second you stepped into his realm, you became fair game. Surely the Entity won’t be missing a single survivor for a few days? After all, Evan was just so stressed and you looked like you could be used as a good distraction.

Max

Max has always been so tense and shy when it comes to masturbating. He avoids it as often as he can but sometimes it’s just too much for him and he has to or else he’ll feel like he’s gonna explode. He likely won’t try it in a trial but if it becomes too much then it is a possibility and he’ll try his hardest to work himself through it in the basement. But of course, you just had to go for that chest, didn’t you? Oh, and you just looked so pretty to Max, he couldn’t help but to grab and grope at you from behind, keeping you bent over that chest as he rubs his cock between your warm thighs. He’s likely to become extremely attached to you after this, so congratulations on attaining your very own killer duckling.

Julie

Julie’s a pretty horny person on the regular but not to the point that it affects her performance in trials. Often. But sometimes she slips and has to shove her hand down her pants, growling and grunting in the corner of the shack. And of course it wasn’t your fault, mistaking the sounds for an injured teammate. But once you’re in there? You belong to her. She’ll have you on your knees, shoving her slick fingers into your mouth, making you choke on it.

Danny

The more important question would be how you could NOT catch him. Danny’s a prick and whips his dick out the second he catches sight of you, already half hard at the idea of you seeing him. If you do see him (which is very VERY likely, he’s not trying to be subtle) then he’ll be thrilled, squeezing at his cock as he watches for your reaction. No matter what your face expresses, he’s coming to it. Disgust, anger, fear. He’s overjoyed and aroused by any and every face you could make.

Tarhos

Tarhos is a man with little to no shame when it comes to where he takes his dick out. Unlike Danny though, he will at least TRY to be subtle about it as he watches you work on a generator from afar. If you do notice him though? Be prepared cause he suddenly no longer feels interested in finishing into his hand. You won’t have time to react before he’s got you by the scruff of your neck, keeping your head back as he spurts his cum all over your face. If you’re good for him, maybe next time he’ll give you the pleasure of shooting his load into your mouth.

#dbd #dead by daylight #evan macmillan #evan macmillan x reader #max thompson jr #max thompson jr x reader #julie kostenko #Julie kostenko x reader #Danny Johnson #danny johnson x reader #tarhos kovács #tarhos kovács x reader

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gothy-froggy · 8 months

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Won’t you Join me?

Tarhos Kovács x noble!Fem!reader

I see there is yet another drought for Tarhos. Fear not my beloveds! I am here to save you for the time being.

Warnings: fluff, reader is a sweetheart, Tarhos being confused and awkward, historically inaccurate for the sake of a cute fic, not proofread, short one shot

Summary: There is a small ball once again and Tarhos witnesses another. Bored and irritated by most noble snobs, he stands outside. A noblewoman talks to him to his surprise. Is this maybe a possible future blooming between the two?

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“Toscano! I am pleased to see that you could come.” The older woman greeted Vittorio as he and personal knight walked inside. It was always the same. Many men and woman in fancy big outfits. Most likely costing a fortune for each clothing piece.

“And you have brought..a friend.” The older noblewoman said, her judgmental tone seeping through her words. Toscano introduced Tarhos for him.

“Welcome, Sir knight.” A younger noblewoman greeted him with a small curtsy. Tarhos stared at her with no reply. How odd. She actually decided to notice him? The older woman gave the noblewoman a disappointing look before guiding Vittorio around for a tour.

Tarhos knew it was his time to leave and stand outside. Or at least under his rules. Too many people stare and raise a hand to another’s ear to gossip and judge. He walked out, standing outside. He hated how privileged these people were. He stared at the view in front of him. He wondered what the piece of freedom that nobles had really feels like. He desired it. No, he deserves it, not these foolish, ungrateful, slimy-

“Are you all right?”

Tarhos’ internal ramble came to an end. He sharply turned to see the same noblewoman who greeted him. He just stared intensely at her through his helmet. Her hand slipped away from the building to the side of her formal dress as she walked up to him.

“You shouldn’t wait out here.” Her voice was in a softer than how it was inside. More quieter, fitting for a conversation between two people. She lightly tilted her head with a small smile on her face.

“Do you often wait outside for him?”

“I prefer it.” He grumbled out loud enough for her to hear.

“Why?” She questioned the armored man, inching closer. Tarhos kept his gaze ahead.

“They judge with the privilege they possess.” He hesitated to answer. She was a noble herself. She lightly sighed through her nose.

“I never understood that. I apologize, on behalf of them-”

“Don’t.”

Tarhos cut her off. He looked down at her, his hair slightly spilling out.

“You aren’t like the others.”

A smile crept onto her face as she glanced down, a small portion of shyness kicking in from his words.

“Tarhos, was it? How did you manage to work under Toscano?” She stood next to him and raised her hand. Tarhos quickly caught on, holding his arm out and letting her hands rest on his forearm. They began walking around the building, following the torches.

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She lightly laughed, telling her own stories to Tarhos. Tarhos smiled ever so lightly under his helmet. His head tilted to the side to show that he’s listening to her stories and words.

“I have to say, I have been enjoying your presence, Kovács.” She lightly giggled after her words. Her silly story still having an affect on her. Tarhos eventually gave his full attention to her as she slowed down from walking. She stared up at him.

“May I be selfish and ask to see your face?” She whispered. Tarhos couldn’t understand why, but she had allured him. Possible bewitched him. Tarhos slowly took his helmet off, keeping it under his arm. She raised her hands up as Tarhos bent down more towards her level. Her hands brushing over his jawline, sending a shiver down Tarhos’ spine. Her finger tracing over his scars.

“I think…” She started, pausing while observing all the facial features again.

“You’re beautiful.” She finished her abandoned sentence. Tarhos let out a shaky breath as he closed his eyes. A warm woman’s touch could weaken anyone. Apparently even Tarhos. She kept her hands on both sides of his face, her thumbs lightly running across his skin. She a bright smile.

“Won’t you join me?”

Tarhos opened his eyes and stared into hers. He didn’t answer her. She stepped a bit closer.

“Come, let’s have a dance.” She tried to convince the knight. He glanced back at the building, hearing the faint music.

“It is best that I do not.” He declined.

“Please?” She begged. Tarhos looked at her for a few seconds. He took a step back, placing his helmet back on. His heart ached seeing the joy leave her expression.

“Another time, my lady.” He rejected, his tone softening letting her down this time.

“If you change your mind, I will be inside, Kovács.” She lightly lifted her dress as she began walking back.

“Tarhos.”

She stopped, turning back around to look at him.

“Goodnight, Tarhos.” She gave him another small curtsy before heading back inside.

Tarhos watched her leave. He was conflicted. Originally, he thought that all nobles were maggots, but she has proved him wrong. She made him feel something different. Something he had never felt before.

Time flew by as he was in his thoughts.

“Tarhos.” A familiar voice called out. Vittorio stood a few feet away from him with the stern face he always carried. His cool tone making it.

“We’re leaving.” Tarhos walked over to Vittorio, heading back into the carriage. The ride back home, Tarhos was lost in his own little world. Once he has his money and he buys his three friends’ freedom, he is coming back to that noblewoman.

She was so different. She treated him like he was someone. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed her company, just her alone. And he wanted more. He now swore to come back and marry the kind woman. As she is too soft to be alone in this cruel world. She was going to be his, as his heart is already hers.

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*bonus*

The screams from others run around to desperately escape filled the air between the walls. The noblewoman was dragged away by a maiden.

“This way my lady!” She whispered yelled, pulling her by the hand while sneaking down the steps. The maid screamed, getting pulled away by a man with a red scarf.

“Let me go!” The noblewoman screeched as a manic laugh met her ears.

“We can’t do that now, can we? Sir wants you, my lady.” The man cackled, saying his words in a mocking tone. The man carried the woman outside, pushing her against something hard. It was like armor. She looked up, seeing a familiar armored man with hair spilling out the helmet.

“…Tarhos?”

#fan fic writing #tarhos kovács #dbd #dead by daylight #dead by deadlight #alejandro santiago #dbd the knight #dead by daylight x reader #durkos malecek #tarhos kovács x reader #tarhos kovacs x reader #dbd the knight x reader #the knight x reader #the knight #knight x noblewoman #knight x noble #x reader

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mara-xx217 · 1 year

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do you think you could write a oneshot off the of headcanons you did of the knight from dbd trying to charm the reader? especially involving gifting flowers (or atleast trying his best to gift the reader flowers with the help of his besties the guardia compagnia lol)

Hell yeah! I love these boys and they deserve to be observed in all their awkward glory.

xxx

"You should giver her a knife!"

"...ladies don't need knives, idiot."

"WHAT?! Who DOESN'T like sharp objects?! That would win me over in an instant..."

Unhelpful bastards, every single one of them! Tarhos was certain that you were the one, but you were too meek to allow him close. Alejandro waved around one of his knives, offering it to him.

"She'd looove a knife-!"

"Don't be an idiot-"

Durkos was quiet the whole time, as he always was. Tarhos looked over to him. He met his leader's gaze and slowly, and silently- pointed at a gathering of slightly wilted but still wholly put together flowers.

Tarhos knew what he had to do.

...

The hand extended out to you made you fall to your knees. Your heart beat screamed in your ears as your adrenaline kicked your senses into overdrive. There was a killer directly in front of you and you didn't know what the hell was happening!

The flowers were lost on you. All you could see was a gauntlet that was caked in blood mere inches from the tip of your nose. It was a staring contest and you were sure to lose. So when the exit gates were powered up and Vittorio came to your rescue with a flashlight he found in a random chest, you were beyond grateful to be saved.

It only made Tarhos's blood boil. That little weasel ruins everything he touches! He's more determined now to win you over than he was ever before. And that Vittorio? He's gonna get it, too...

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#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd the knight #dbd the knight x reader #tarhos kovács #tarhos kovács x reader #dbd vittorio toscano #ask response

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maculatas · 11 months

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Chapter 1: The Premise

Summary: The exiled princess with a scar across her face.

Ordered to be returned as soon as possible to the castle, Tarhos is sent to capture the girl and lead her back to her imprisonment. What matters is the mission, not to end up enthralled with her.

TAGS: Historical References, Historical Inaccuracy, Medieval Medicine, Eventual Smut, Power Play, No Such thing as Chivalry, Nihilism, Power Imbalance, Action/Adventure, and Canon-Typical Violence

The King’s madness descends upon his people. His cruelty, his benevolence. It is all due to him and his succession to the throne. His singular purpose.

What granted him this position had been by his great grandfather.The Great Usurper, they had called him before his march to the scaffold. He had entered into the kingdom with a hundred man army, a grand coup that fell rightfully into their lap. Swiftly and easily.

And with this his reign had begun.

The King’s great grandson now, Alaric, had married a duchess north of their kingdom. A young lady with manners and a weak constitution. She never once looked him in the eye during the coronation, the grandest wedding that all came to seek out. From peasants to the finest noblemen.

She had been adorned in the finest lace. It had taken the lace-workers three years and one hundred expertise hands to complete.

And she did not once look up. Not to seek him out, nor to wish him anything other than her silence.

Alaric could only scowl.

Wretched woman. They would only be good for one thing.

When it was time for them to consummate their marriage, she had been quiet. He had been over her body, her warm flesh, none of it satiated him.

Fiora was her name. A witch in the flesh. A lamb to all. She could only walk forth to her slaughter.

Fiora had blessed Alaric with twin sons. Strong. Forthcoming. Soon to be heirs. They grew to be strong, until one of them passed in battle. The other had become ill, eventually passing at the youngest age of twenty.

All Alaric had left was her.

The princess. She had been five, all too young for this. Fiora could not speak any longer. She would awaken in the middle of the night howling in pain. In agony. She would rip her hair out in clumps, and scream for hours.

The priest had come the days passing, convincing Alaric his wife had become bewitched.

“She is cursed,” he muttered solemnly. “She is to burn if we do not treat her soon.”

Alaric sneered, despising her all the more for her foolish behavior. “Isolate her,” he decides. “Throw her in my tower. Let her release every demon she has.”

The princess would come day in and day out visiting her mother. She welcomed her mother with old tomes written in another language. She had been entranced by the illustrations. Begging her mama to read her the story, to translate what she could.

Her mother would eventually relent, only allowing her to sit upon her lap. She would run fingers through her hair, and hum a tune that did not sound of this world. Mama never read, she never spoke. The only thing she had was her haunting song.

This is all the princess could remember.

Rage is a light word for the princess. She has decided to become ravenous.

She refuses to listen to the orders of her father, and in her own rebellion has drawn enemies. Since her mothers untimely death, nothing could quell her. Lest she forget her wrath.

The princess, despite all her beauty, has bared her teeth and snarled at every suitor her father has chosen for her.

He throws her into the tower after the umpteenth embarrassment.

“You will never see the light of day, child,” he threatens. She spits in his face. Alaric wipes it with a cloth from his pouch. “Rot here for all I care. Don’t feed her!” He barks out the orders, and leaves the tower to let her seethe.

Forever frozen in some barren place. The princess smiles, unsheathing a blade from her person. If she is stuck here, she will draw some blood to make it good practice.

Time is on her side.

When the princess stabs her dagger through the neck of one of her guards. It is vilifying. Gratifying in the most cathartic sense. He gurgles, clutching onto the final remaining breaths left in him as he collapses forward.

She watches him writhe until he moves no longer. The blood seeped deep into the stone underneath her feet. She wipes her hands on her dress, smearing the blood all over until she can escape from this hell hole. If she has to take down any more she will. Until it’s her dying breath.

Let there be blood to feed.

Alaric receives word during dinner. One of his kingsman comes rounding the corner muttering to another. The knight hastily approaches, lowering his head. “Sire, we have some news from the south tower.”

The King gives one final wave to his company. A few dukes from the north and east, discussing trade matters and preparing for the upcoming winter.

“What,” he hisses.

The knight swallows. “The princess has escaped.”

Alaric’s smile disappears in a matter of seconds. Eyes sharpened like daggers, a snarl curling on his lips. The knight can smell a hint of mead on his breath. “Find her, or I’ll take you to my gallows where you’ll never see the light of day.”

Alaric leaves, the swish of his robes following him in finality. “Come round, come round. Let us toast to a new companionship, men!” His tune changes quickly when he returns to his table of guests.

The knight struggles to breathe, knowing what his majesty has threatened will come true. He calls upon the south tower to quickly pick up haste. She couldn’t have gone far. She couldn’t have, surely.

It had taken the King’s men several days, and there was nothing left to mark where the damned girl had gone.

Alaric smashes his hands on the table of his study. “I want her head,” he promises. “I want her blood to be riddled here. Her cursed blood. Insolent child!” He muttered angrily to himself. His main guardsmen watch his reign of terror, the simple blade he keeps close to himself is stabbed deeply into the center of the wooden table.

“Sire,” the commander whispers cautiously, hoping to end this tirade.

The king looks up, hair thrown around him, eyes blazing. “What?” He replies venomously.

The man swallows, adding in confidently. “People talk in the kingdom. There are a group of mercenaries. They bounty hunt, searching for heads. Of powerful men ruled by a Hungarian man by the name of Tarhos.”

Alaric’s eyes widened in interest. “Bounty hunters?”

The guardsman nods.

Alaric’s smile grows wide like a cats. He licks his teeth. “Bring them to me. I want them to serve me in every way to find my insolent blood.”

He dismisses them, his smile never leaving his face. He slicks his hair back. “The princess will meet her match.”

Tarhos’ claymore slashed down the sides of the remaining accompaniment.

The laughter surrounding him was Alejandro near him continuing the bloodshed.

Tarhos groans, collapsing in on himself. One of those men had cut into his side.

“Quick! We must take the sire to the healer, one not so far from here.”

Tarhos swats them away, gritting his teeth through the pain. The burning coiling deep in himself, something that makes him sweat and see two mirrors of his three closest men.

He shakes it away, rising by using the hilt of his sword dug deep into the carcass of one of the slain.

“I can still continue on. I won’t die here.”

Durkos watches him, a keen eye that doesn’t leave him. “Say it, Durkos,” Tarhos grunts out, removing his helmet from his person. Damn those imperial armies. Their weaponry had much more arsenal than their own; yet still not strong enough for them. They had mutilated all of the ten in a matter of minutes. It’s why they’re known across the kingdoms, Tarhos and his Guardia Compagnia. His faithful three.

They rose in battles, the last standing over mounds of deceased. They were known for their knighthood, loyalty to a certain cause, and their prowess on the battlefield. Men keep themselves close to earthly desires; money, sexual pleasure, or notoriety among bloodshed. Tarhos since as long as he could remember, has been swimming in blood. Born from the mountains of the dead as a child surviving the plague. They had taken him into the convent of monks and priests, raised him well until he set off on his own. He trained under mercenaries, skilled swordsmen, and bounty hunters. None of them followed authority except only their loyalty rode with them for the people who hired them.

His priest had told him peace will come upon him. Tarhos knew better. He was a child of death. Reborn again to live, just like Christ himself. “He walked after three days and three nights, he had risen from his tomb to set out on showing his proof. Perhaps, you are a mirror of him. Like in his image.”

Tarhos was. In many ways was the mirror image of a God.

A demigod they would call him. A monster on the battlefield and his three men beside him, the four horsemen. The righteous. The deathless.

Tarhos sets off somewhere down the tree line, Durkos trailing behind him closely.

Sander grunts, spitting off to the side, unsheathing his weapon as it makes a squelching sound after being removed from a smashed head. The blood smearing on the side of his trousers.

“Where to next, sire? The healer isn’t too far from here,” Alejandro states.

Tarhos grouses something incomprehensible. “None of that, I go where this path will take me. To the nearest village.”

“Aye,” Durkos says. “How should we welcome them, then?”

Tarhos sniffs, his lip curling. “With our blades.”

Tarhos and company await for the massive gates to open forth.

The men surrounding the perimeter eye them with vigilance. Durkus spits off to his side, wiping off the grime from his head. “What do ye think of these people, sir?” His accent is thick and hoarse from previous rampaging. Tarhos’ hands twitch beside him.

“Do they think we are foolish?” Alejandro murmurs, his sword weighted in his palm. He considers thrashing it again over the lifeless body of the last man he maimed. Alejandro does so in dominance. The sickening crunch resounded in the courtyard.

The other guardsmen make no other move, but the man who comes forward looks like the king.

He claps his hands, the strong palms echoing as the rest step away from the carnage. Sander lifts the head of one of his men, holding it up as a mockery of a white flag. Tarhos speaks then. “We come in peace, your majesty.”

The king grins wickedly. His hands open wide with appraisal. “Ah, Tarhos Kovács and the Guardia Compagnia.”

He then walks across the courtyard, not minding the blood beneath his feet. “I am glad you can show your skills to me for a heavy price.”

“What is that you demand of us, King?” Tarhos asks. The weight of his armor burning against him. He has exhausted himself after this brawl, feeling already lightheaded from the loss of some blood and a few aches in his ribs.

They had attacked him and his company ruthlessly, but these men were no match for the awful four and their strength. Tarhos knows pain. He has experienced it since he was a young boy. In his roots, he holds the deepest fascination with blood on his hands. The gritting in his teeth and the ringing of silence, he chases after that familiar sensation. The simple thrum of battle. Tarhos has banded together a strong number of men, willing to fight for his own gain. In this mission, he will be able to ride on horseback and live in a tavern with no other exceptions. Tarhos imagines the gold against his palms, and the joy of his three men once they finish what is made of them.

The King‘s smile is serpentine. “Come, men. Come feast in my kingdom. We welcome you!” He announces, the surrounding men jeer and Tarhos doesn’t relax.

“Do you wish to stay here?” Sander asks by his side.

“As long as we’re needed,” Tarhos responds. It is a simple statement. One his men do not understand. Conquests come and go, but following the orders of a King is not always one they come upon.

They eat alongside the table, gorging on fat duck, beef, and roasted potato slathered with spices and a gulyá dish that makes Tarhos devour it in one sitting.

The King sips his wine. “So, my knight and his company,” he announces. They don’t look up and the King continues regardless if they’re listening or not. “My daughter, my flesh and blood has escaped me.”

Tarhos’ slows his chew. “A retrieval for a person?” This should be interesting. He’s had to bounty hunt previously, offering the heads of many noblemen for a fine price. Some alive and others mostly dead.

For a woman. Now that would be different.

Tarhos grimace does not go unnoticed. The King’s smile is gritty, all yellow teeth and decay. “She has left, only for me to mourn her. Now, make no mistake. She’s dangerous.”

“What are her transgressions, sire?” Tarhos asks, suddenly curious. What kind of creature was she to evade a king and his men? Someone much more conniving than they take credit for. Obviously the king cares less about the girl. It’s not about saving her, it’s about having control over her.

The King swishes his wine, taking a rather large gulp. “She has committed treason against me.”

“Quite a large declaration on her part,” Tarhos responds.

The King only grins, leaning forward. “She is the same blood from her cursed mothers womb. She wishes to kill me, her father? I sent her off to one of the towers and somehow she escaped, killing two of my men.”

Tarhos raises his brow to that. Interesting, he feels a familiar hum in his veins, his mouth watering. The onset of a bloodlust wishing to set him free. He pushes it down, relishing what remains of it yearning to escape him.

“And the girl? If we were to capture her?” His three men cease their movements of enjoying their meal, intent on what their employer is to say next.

The King laughs, a deep belly chortle that echoes in the dimly lit dining hall. “Bring her to me alive,” he says, his face lengthening, dark eyes inflamed by the lamplight. His smile looked wider than normal, teeth sharper. “Death is what she wishes to meet.”

“What an odd woman the King has,” Alejandro says beside Tarhos. “Women should be more susceptible to our charms, no?”

“They’re fearsome things,” responds Durkos. “They’re just as lethal as we are, dangerous beings with just as much charisma.”

Sander nods, rubbing at his chin. “With the girl, if we were to find her–”

“When,” Tarhos interrupts him, teeth gritting. The weight of his claymore against his back is the only grounding sensation he feels. “When we find her, we’ll make her kneel.”

The threat of his promise lingers among his men, he ascends forward to the front of the group.

The princess has become public enemy number one. She travels on horseback, her clothes dingy, hair wrapped into a tight veil, a mask covering her face. No one recognizes her as a nobility. They can’t in any way know.

She had taken the dagger given to her by her mother. Her mother had used it on herself to escape from her frightening, beast of a man who was her husband.

The needle point of it had burned when she sliced it over her features, she had done this to ensure her father would never find her a suitor among awful men. He had been furious, had locked her away with nothing to eat for hours, maybe days.

He had punishments for her disobedience, her insolence. The princess held such a strong anger towards him, feeling an insurmountable rage. It’s what carries her onwards, to get back at him. She lives only out of spite.

He may be on his way to finding her whereabouts, but she knows she is much more elusive than what they give her credit for.

Tarhos sets plans to depart on the fifth day, heading towards the west.

Sander gives a quiet grunt off to his left.

“Do we know where we’re going, sire?” Alejandro asks, leading a horse down the mountainside.

It was very vague directions the King gave them. He had pulled them out in one of his cupboards, a sloppily drawn map of the surrounding areas of the kingdom. “Here, you can look at this. We look beyond the stars and follow this one,” he gestures to a bright one in the sky. “Follow this and it will lead you to the nearby town.”

“What does your perpetrator look like?” Tarhos had inquired.

The King’s grin glinted. “The most undesirable creature you will ever lay your eyes on.”

#tarhos kovacs x reader #tarhos kovács x reader #tarhos x you #dbd imagines #dbd reader

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xx-1c1cl35-n-t34r5-xx · 2 months

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Tarhos Kovacs internalised homophobia

An: not gonna go too into depth BC I'm writing a short fic/ one shot on this

TW: internalised homophobia, violence, death (all only mentioned)

ALSO PLEASE REBLOG, DONT JUST LIKE

Pre-fog:

Had a lover back in Ye Olden Days

And he loved him so much

And yet he lost him

So safe to say he's uhhh not good with being gay :,)

Due to how he lost his lover, he internalised his homophobia

Becomes so completely lost honestly

He loves men so much honestly

But he sees himself as disgusting for doing so

And ends up being even more violent towards other gay ppl

Increased violence BC sexual repression

Post-fog

Honestly?

Loves the fog

Loves just being there

Still mourning his lover after all this time

Will also give extra violent and bad mori's to gays

(*Cough cough* David *cough cough*)

It's even worse if he's attracted to them

After all this time with his gaggle, he refuses to tell them he's gay

(They know and don't care + Alejandro thinks it's funny to watch him suffer)

He's so repressed poor baby

will occasionally cry and write poems for his long lost lover :/

#tarhos kovács #the knight dbd #Tarhos kovács X reader #Dbd #dead by daylight #X reader #dbd x reader #not a request #headcanons #Hcs

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omenics · 1 year

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𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌.

..cw for mentions of pregnancy, (seemingly) one-sided love, although i believe that’s it. very self indulgent.

› ..vittorio has left again, and you silently hope that your knight fills the void you had lost. fem reader. — hi dbd community. i am fulfilling my will to write for this mf even tho i dont play dbd 👍 but anyways enjoy the thing inspired by wolven storm from the witcher bc it slays and ignore how bad it is im bored and need to write stuff lmfao

Life was always filled with misfortunes, all being thrown at one over and over until sometimes it was too much. But to you, not everything was bad. The beating rays of the Italian sun rained down with relentless heat, and to those unfortunate enough to farm when the sun was at its peak, or to even dawn armour from head to toe gained your sympathies.

Although the keep was warm, it was not as hot as it was outside and you were thankful— but the layers of fabric that had adorned your bodice stuck to your skin and bound all heat to your body. Perhaps you were unfortunate as well, for your clothing was soaked and sticking to you; but such was normal for summers and as a lady of the house you had to endure. Vittorio was gone on yet another expedition, leaving you alone to your own devices. You wondered how he was managing through the hot summer, however you assumed well. He was smart, and had probably found a way to keep cool if he was still in this familiar climate.

Your mind wandered to the men clad in armour, how they had been feeling as the sun beat down upon the hot metal— they were nearly fainting you bet, and your eyes wandered to Tarhos.

He stood by the door alone, his back turned to you as you tried to relish the cool breeze flowing in from your window. It was much too hot to be doing anything, and you had chosen to sulk in your quarters. The knight at your door was tall, and you had known his armour was heavy just by its look. You wondered if he was suffocating as the hot, humid air never lifted just as you— but he was different, and was the Guardia Compagnia.

Your husband left them home this time instead of taking them on his journey, and you were happy.

Although rarely spoken to, you were fond of Tarhos. Perhaps you were drawn to him, to his tall stature and professional nature, more than a married lady should be— but you could not help it, as fantasies of your childhood sparked through your mind and heart while you gazed at him.

The thought of being a princess and having a knight in shining armour to come save you sent nostalgic excitement through you, remembering the storybooks you had grown to love and attach yourself to. When your marriage had come, you shook off the dreadful anxiety that came with it and hoped that you would live in a fairytale, in an ideal life that a lady would— however you had been wrong.

No child had barren your womb, and at times you were grateful— the others not. Perhaps you were only disappointed as that is what your life had groomed you to want, to carry children for your husband, or maybe you were disappointed because it caused a feeling of loneliness, of being loveless. You knew you loved your lord husband, but you wondered if he had loved you the same. He was busy, and had little time for your comforts— but that was what you had grown used to, and you solemnly accepted that you would have no children of your own, or a husband to fully love you.

At times you wondered if pursuing another would have been better, or if you had married another lord and became his lady wife you would not think such thoughts, but that is not what happened and you could not change it.

A slight creek from down below your window had made you focus back to the present. Staring was not ladylike, and you smiled at your moronic thoughts. You could not have the knight at your door, you knew it— however a small spark of childish hope brewed in your heart. Perhaps one day it would fade and fizzle, leave and be forgotten. Or maybe it would come true, to see your titles as Lady of Portoscuro relinquish and become a forgotten lady in the history books, happy with the unattainable man stationed outside of your chambers’ door, watching and guarding.

He was only something you could only hope for, but guilt nagged at your heart. He was honourable, chivalrous. He would not break vows, and nor would you.

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Ivy: Tarhos x reader

Tw: infidelity, pregnancy, childbirth.

The cold wind broke through the layers covering your body as the shades of orange and red dyed the sky ahead. Winter was especially harsh this year, as the sound of your teeth grinding covered the crunching of snow on your path. It was a road you took daily, so much so that the shape of your steps marked its way on the ground. The sting of tears made you flinch as you wiped them away in a hurry. The painful lump returned in the middle of your throat as your breath shook. You can’t break down just yet, but you’re close.

The rust-colored ground announced your arrival, and it didn’t take long for the smell of iron and rot to invade your nostrils. Even though you wanted to go further, into where you last saw him, you can’t. The ominous fog covered the entire radius, and as far as you know, there’s no way out of it.

Sitting down always causes your dress to be dirty, but such trivial worries are far behind you. The wetness in your eyes came, but you didn’t suppress it this time. Screams of anguish tore through your chest as the wind blew your scarf away.

How's one to know?

I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones.

In a faith-forgotten land

In from the snow

Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow

Tarnished but so grand

His heavy steps reverberated in the Shattered Square, and the throbbing of his temple blurred his vision as he moved using muscle memory. The never-changing weather of his realm was uncomfortable, to say the least, his armor was unforgiving. Huffing in annoyance, he sat down on the broken chair. The place was so torn down that it barely qualifies as a shelter, but it does block the sun.

The ringing in his ear grew louder and louder as the wails of misery became clearer. He clenched his jaw hard enough to hear his teeth crack as his hand balled into a fist. Why does she keep haunting him in both his dreams and reality? No amount of covering his ears could stop her voice from reaching him.

A gust of wind passed by him as he kicked down a rotten wooden wall nearby. Killing the maggots usually helped him deafen everything.His fist was raised to pour more of his overflowing rage out, but a sudden appearance of an all-too-nostalgic piece of fabric flew in front of him, stopping him midair.

The darkness in his head disappeared in an instant as he slowly bent to pick it up. The fabric spelled like water between his gloved hands while the scent of her took his breath.

And the old widow goes to the stone every day

But I don't, I just sit here and wait

Grieving for the living

The training field was the only place you weren’t allowed in, which naturally meant it was the place you frequented the most. They said it was dangerous with all the slaves inside, but you weren’t scared at all. Your friend was the strongest of them all, and he promised to protect you with his life! Smiling in glee, you ran toward the lonesome figure swinging the sword alone.

"Tarhos !"

He stopped his movement in an instant and dropped his wooden sword to the ground. His expressionless face broke into the tiniest smile as he bowed down in greeting. You giggled and hugged his torso while talking animatedly. He was a great listener, and you loved talking.

Walking around the forest nearby, you skipped ahead while excitedly explaining the events of your day. The only words he let out were sounds of affirmation for you to keep chatting. The sound of you was like a sweet melody that lulled him into serenity. He was a mere slave who just earned his knighthood in the mansion serving your father, but that didn’t bother you at all.

Meeting each other after dark became a daily ritual for you two, as you both discussed your upcoming sixteenth birthday. You're going to meet your honorable fiancé soon! Tarhos felt a prickling pain in his chest that he pushed aside. He’ll soon afford to free himself from under your father’s thumb, determined to be your own personal knight. Such a declaration brought heat into your cheeks as you looked down in an uncharacteristic silence.

"Does that displease you?"

His self-doubt came crumbling in, but your voice returned with a reassuring tone. Happiness spread throughout your body as the image of Tarhos with you forever made you break into a grin.

"I’d love to! You're the only man I trust!"

His face countered in an unfamiliar emotion as he slowly hugged your body closer.

"My lady!"

The calling of your maid made you flinch, which caused Tarhos to push you towards her as he walked away in a hurry.

"My lady, where have you been? Lord Toscano is here!"

Oh, goddamn

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Taking mine, but it's been promised to another

Oh, I can't

Stop you putting roots in my dreamland

My house of stone, your ivy grows

And now I'm covered in you

Blood drained from your face as you stared in horror at the man next to your father. Your chest started heaving as dread rooted itself inside you. He can’t be your future husband. Your lips quivered as your father joyfully introduced you both. as if the man he plans to tie you to wasn’t as old or even older than himself.

"This is Duke Vittorio Toscano. Lord Toscano, this is my daughter."

The man you’re to be married to looked at you with a cold stare, one that reminded you of how a person inspects livestock. He nodded to your father without greeting you and walked inside.

"The wedding is in a fortnight; prepare yourself."

No matter how many times you screamed, how many tears you shed, or the meals you turned down, Your fate was sealed, and you have to accept it.

The maids had to drag your resisting body to the bath; the entire mansion was buzzing with excitement as you were dying inside. You were manhandled into your tight corset, with heavy layers of fabric weighting your body down. The wetness in your face made your makeup a hustle, but they did it anyway. Your sobs were ignored in favor of keeping the celebration going.

"My lady…."

His voice came through the haziness of your mind, causing the movements around you to stop. You can feel their accusing stares at the man standing in front of your door, his eyes holding similar anguish to yours. He took steps toward where you were seated and kneeled. His warm hands enveloped your tiny ones as he kissed them sweetly, pledging himself to you and only you.

I wish to know

The fatal flaw that makes you long to be

Magnificently cursed

He's in the room

Your opal eyes are all I wish to see

He wants what's only yours

The duchy was objectively better than your old home in every aspect. bigger and grander than your family could ever dream. The generational wealth reeked of decay in every deserted corner, but it was never home. The servants were respectful but icy cold, just like their master.

Your husband... The word brought a sore taste to your mouth as you walked down towards your bedroom. He wanted an heir, which meant you were a means to an end. Something he’ll never let you forget with the disdain he shows at every chance he has. The only positive aspect you can think of from your stay here is Tarhos, your one and only knight.

Lord Toscano was amazed at his abilities and offered to employ him on the spot. which was ironic considering how he had more joy seeing your knight than you—his bride in white—during the ceremony. which was ironic, considering the dead-eye stare he received from the said person the entire time. You never thought Tarhos could ever show such scary expressions.

Reaching the garden, you stopped and firmly announced.

"I’d like to go alone. All of you leave."

Turning to glare at the maids who are tailing you, they bowed down and slowly backed away. Being married for over five years meant you knew how to assert yourself with the workers there. Something you wish you knew how to do at the beginning Even if their master isn’t very fond of you, you’re still their lady and command respect. Taking a deep breath and walking ahead, you admired the beautiful crimson sky. This time of the day is the most peaceful, even if you’re alone.

Sitting down on the nearby bench, you hugged your cardigan close to protect yourself from the chilly breeze. Stupid, obsessed Vittorio keeps dragging your knight around with him on every expedition. The heavy footsteps eased the frown on your face as a scarf was tied around your neck from behind. He always makes sure to announce his presence so as not to scare you.

Turning to meet the soft eyes of your lover, he bent down and captured your lips in a fleeting kiss. The back garden was known as your own space, and only Vittorio had the right to break your order and come here. Speaking of, you stepped back from his embrace for a moment.

"You’re back early, did he find it?"

A silent shake of his head was all you got as his hand planted itself on your lower back. Smiling wider, you rubbed yourself against him slowly. He pushed you gently against a nearby tree. Your illicit affair was poorly hidden, but it didn’t matter. You two could do it in front of your husband and he wouldn’t notice. Duke Vittorio Toscano was a man possessed with the need to find something and didn’t pay anyone -- even you -- any attention. The staff knew better than to open their mouths, and the last one who made a comment about how close you two were was decapitated on the spot.

Biting down on your lips, you wrapped your legs tighter around his torso, which pinned you back. Every snap of his hips made your body jolt with pleasure. His fit was uncomfortable, but you wanted all of him regardless of whether it was pain or pleasure. His soft lips tugged on yours as his pace picked up while he rubbed your sensitive spit with his finger. Feeling the hot flashing of your embedding orgasm, he drank all your screams as his movement grew frantic with the seconds.

Clover blooms in the fields

Spring breaks loose, the time is near

What would he do if he found us out?

Crescent moon, coast is clear

Spring breaks loose, but so does fear

He's gonna burn this house to the ground

Your monthly bleeding was late. something that you didn’t think of twice until your personal maid hesitantly pointed it out. Her voice trembled as realization weighed in. She broke down into tears as the familiar steps thundered near your room. Your door opened without so much as a knock, and you glared at your brazen husband, who barged in.

Vittorio motioned for the maid to leave, which she did in a hurry. He was drunk so early in the morning that the smell of alcohol invaded your senses. The honorable lord started stripping as he nodded towards the bed. Taking a deep breath, you laid motionless on it. His cold hand raised your skirt far enough to reveal your privates.

Your mind wondered as he started moving on top of you aimlessly. There was no love, no passion, and no pleasure in any of this. He enjoyed your body but didn’t care for the person in it. Closing your eyes, the images of a miserable family painted themselves behind your eyelids. an absent father and a neglected mother. The image didn’t last as he stood on top and pulled away. Probably the only thing you’re grateful for is that he never lasts long. Disgust crept in as you felt his remains inside of you, and you headed to the bathroom next door.

Hand on top of your stomach, you just knew who’s the father of your child. A bang of guilt mixed with fear took over as the stark difference between Tarhos and Vittorio came to mind. Tarhos had tan skin, green eyes, and black hair. Vittorio being pale with blonde hair in his youth would be an obvious slap in the face proof of your love. Bitterness caused your body to shake; how come he gets to have an open rendezvous and father countless bastards, but you can’t be with your lover? None of it was fair! Being sold off to a man over twice your age wasn’t fair. The countless public affairs he had weren’t fair. The accusing look you feel just for being a happy woman in love isn’t fair!

Your body collapsed on the ground as you hugged your knees for comfort. All you wanted was to be married to a man like Tarhos and have a happy family. Was that too much to ask? Was seeking happiness in such a horrible situation wrong? If he didn’t owe you his loyalty, then you shouldn’t owe him yours in return. The worried voice of your lover came from behind the door as he gently knocked. Standing up, you opened the door and threw yourself into his arms, uncaring about your current state of undress.

Tarhos' eyes widened at your words as you buried your face in his chest. His hands shook while he hugged your body closer to him—so close it felt like his embrace would swallow you whole.

"Don’t worry, I will take care of you."

Raising your face to meet his eyes, you flinched away at the darkness you saw in his expression. For the first time in your life, you were scared of him. His face was that of a cruel, heartless killer on a mission.

"How ?"

Looking down to meet your gaze, he softened instantly.

"It won’t be long until I free my men, don't worry."

How's one to know?

I'd live and die for moments that we stole

On begged and borrowed time

So tell me to run

Or dare to sit and watch what we'll become

And drink my husband's wine

The screams of servants woke you from your dreamless state, and your husband jumped from the bed before you could register any of it. Someone attacked the village next to the duchy, and they’re on their way to the castle. You stood up slowly as the butler informed the lord of everything and headed to the window. The blazing fire in the distance caused glee to shine through your eyes; he kept his promise.

A frown replaced the grin as the knights of the duchy came into view. They were marching to protect the land and their lord. The stern voice of the latter came from behind you.

"Prepare my armor; I’m going out."

Should you have laughed? No, but you couldn’t help it. You knew what Tarhos was capable of, and the stories he told you of his men were enough to assure you they’d win. What did the honorable lord think his presence would do? He couldn’t go out on a cold day in fear of his joint pain, but he plans to stop an army of mercenaries?

Walking away from the scene, you called out for the butler, who was watching the smile on your face with fear.

If you knew that it would be the last day you saw either of them again, would you have been this delighted? The fog came out of nowhere and covered almost the entirety of the village. They left behind a small pot of land that was dyed with crimson blood and rotting corpses.

one that you visited every day as your stomach grew bigger. What were you hoping to see? him returning after months with his arms open for you to jump in? You screamed as sudden pain shot in your stomach, and you traveled back slowly. The contractions come in more fiercely the closer you get to the castle.

The screams of the gardener brought in servants to help you into your room as they screamed for the midwife. What’s in your stomach is the only toscano left—the person who’ll grow to inherit everything Vittorio left behind. Long, drowned-out pain ended in what felt like a flash, as your body kept on passing out amidst it all.

The screams of a baby broke you into more sobs, while the horrified looks of maids told you what you needed to know. They carefully wrapped your child in a blanket and put him in your arms.

"He’s a healthy boy."

The midwife announced that even through his reddened skin, you can see a clear hint of tan underneath. The wails of sadness stopped instantly once he felt your warmth and you kissed his head sweetly.

"My lady, we need to clean him up."

You turned your glare at her in suspicion.

"He’s the heir to the duchy; hurt him, and you’ll die."

The commanding tone was enough to turn all the accusing looks they had into ones of fear. You’re still the widow of Lord Toscano, and the child is his by law. The purge of servants after one boldly doubted the paternity of the child inside the lady’s stomach was enough to instill fear in their hearts.

Looking down to meet the innocent green eyes staring at you in wonder, you smiled and cooed. You never thought you’d be grateful to Vittorio; his wealth and title would set your baby up for a life in luxury, and your status as a lady was cemented now that you’re the young duke’s mom. Even if Tarhos isn’t here with you anymore, a piece of him will live on.

Oh, I can't

Stop you putting roots in my dreamland

My house of stone, your ivy grows

And now I'm covered

In you, in you

Now I'm covered in you

In you

#tarhos kovacs x reader #tarhos kovács x reader #dbd the knight x reader #the knight #dbd imagines #bunny writes

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 1 year

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Warnings: slight angst in the beginning, "reader dies" (but it's her past life??), slight mention of reader getting cut by one of the guards.

I might make a second part to this if anyone would want me to ^_^

The knight and his reunited maiden

Fem! Reader

Tarhos Kovács| the Knight x reader

Blood pooled around the wound on your chest as you feel your body being carried by an vaguely familiar knight. You felt a wave of safety and protection while your vision was slowly starting to fade. The pain that you've felt was now numbing, making your body feel colder.

"Please don't leave me yet, my love.."

The man's muffled voice sounded shakey as he cradles your body in his arms. Soft tears perked on the sides of your face as you looked up to him with the love that he hasn't felt in his lifetime. You were his sun, the sole light of his life and your life was fading away in his arms.

"I love you, dear Tarhos.."

You weakly spoke as you feel a wave of peace and calmness. Tarhos takes off his helmet, his dark eyes were red from the tears streaming down his face. You moved your smaller hand to the side of his face, lovingly stroking his cheek. Giving a weak smile, you uttered your last words.

"We will meet again, my dearest husband"

Your body goes limp in his arms as Tarhos cradles you closer to him as he broke down, losing the very reason for his love and happiness in his arms. It felt like the sun abruptly went out in his life.

The dream was the same one, a constant replay of events you couldn't exactly remember but you could feel that you've had déjà vu about the man in your dream. You know that name was important to you but you didn't know exactly how or why.

The woods around you rustled, the rough hand of David's shook your shoulder, causing you to jolt awake as you looked up to him with a confused look.

"What's going on?"

You asked sleepily, using your hands to wipe the sleep from your eyes. Moving your eyes, you see the familiar shadow of Jake's coat walking towards the source of the noises. Quiet conversations were heard within the group, wondering who's the next poor soul that has to go through this sadistic reality.

Jake came back with a older man. He was obviously attractive to some of the others, othet people were sizing him up to see what use the mysterious grey- haired man to them; but you weren't staring at him for either reason. Seeing the man, it felt like you've seen him before but you know that it wasn't possible to.

The man- now named Vittorio stared back at you, his eyes widened as his face went paled. It was as if he was a ghost when he stared to you. Each of the survivors went around, introducing themselves to Vittorio as his eyes still was looking at you.

It was your turn to introduce yourself, saying your name to the gentleman.

"Good luck out in this place."

You added politely as you thought that it was the end of the conversation with Vittorio. He grabbed your hand to stop you from walking back to your spot in the camp.

"Do you know who you really are?"

His voice was serious as you gave him a confused look on your face. 'What the hell is he talking about?' You thought as you feel the eyes of your fellow survivors watch you.

"Well, Vittorio, i have no clue what you're talking about. I don't know you and you don't know me... If you know what's best for your own ass, you better not make enemies with the very people who will likely save your ass in the future.."

You felt the tension between Vittorio and yourself as you see the others went back to what they were doing before he arrived. From the way his face tenses at your response caused you to feel like you shouldn't fully trust him.

"I don't mean any harm by my words. You just look so familiar to me... reminded me of someone that I've knew a long time ago."

Vittorio explained, knowing that his words weren't taken the right way as he continued to speak.

"I believe we should talk about something that you might need to know.."

You nodded, still not fully trusting him but wanting to know what he meant by concerning you. Walking to your camp sight, you sat near your tent that was a decent distance from the others. He followed behind you, sitting a couple inches away from you.

"What is it that you want to talk to me about?"

You moved a piece of your hair away from your face before looking towards him. Vitorrio sighs quietly, thinking of where to start with the inevitable awkward conversation.

"Have you ever had flashbacks or dreams before? Like you're in the dream but you know it's like another form of you?"

You nodded a bit, eyes widening a bit from his question.

"I know this is going to be hard to believe but please hear me out before making your judgement."

You listened, deciding to give this man a chance to explain before walking away completely. Vittorio took out a small sketch out from his pocket, carefully passing it to you. Opening the paper, you see the sketch was of what looked to be you wearing the same gown as the one in your dreams. Next to you in the sketch was the knight in your dreams, affectionately kissing your hand.

"This is you, or was you in your past life... the man in the picture was your husband.. He's a dangerous man.. I don't know how he's going to respond to seeing you as you..."

A wave of shock and understanding shocked your mind. 'Past life? First I ended up in this hellhole and now I'm hearing this shit.' You thought to yourself as you attempted to pass the sketch back to him.

"Keep it.. it has no use for me now. It might be helpful for you.."

You carefully folded the sketch back, tucking it inside the pocket of your jeans. Silence was thick in between the both of you as you attempted to get your thoughts together.

"What was he like? The knight that apparently I was married to?"

The question came out before you could think about not asking Vittorio. It took him a few moments to think about your question.

"I don't know much about your relationship with him, from the looks of it, the both of you were madly enamored with each other. He has never harmed you that I've known of.. but outside of you and his closest companions, thats another story...."

The hesitation on his face spoke more to you than the words that came from Vittorios mouth. Just before you could pry more answers from him, you were suddenly teleported to another match.

Opening your eyes, you see the mostly burnt village around you. The smell of smoke filled your lungs as you hear the soft crackles of the remaining smaller fires around the new realm. The whole town looked almost exactly like your dream, except it wasn't burnt to ashes.

You carefully walked towards the generator nearby, seeing that Vittorio was already on it with Mikayla quietly setting up a boon nearby. You went on the opposite side, working the same generator. Ace worked on another generator that was at the main building.

You heard a faint heartbeat behind you as you see Mikayla darted away in an attempt to protect herself. You quietly crouch away from the generator, hiding behind a nearby wooden wall. You tried to keep quiet as you hear sounds of metal moving against itself.

Moving your hand over your mouth, you attempted to muffle your breaths as you hear the metal clashing closer and closer to you. The silence was tense as you waited for your chance to flee the area. You were too focused on hiding to notice a green mist circled around the area you were.

You hear an screeching cackle from behind before feeling the jagged dagger suddenly sliced your shoulder. Hissing in pain, you darted away from the guard with your opposite hand holding your shirt against the wound. The sounds of metal moving became louder as you jumped through the window, into the main building.

Ace was long gone, rushing towards a different generator as you push through your pain to wobble up the stairs, the man behind you. You tried to vault through the window but was quickly pinned against the burnt wooden wall. The beating of your heart was thumping rapidly as your eyes meets the slits of the knight in front of you.

Time froze as the both of you looked into each other's eyes, not aware of the sounds of three generators going off. Looking at the male in front of you, it felt like he was reliving long forgotten memories as his hands gently touch your cut before tiying a piece of tattered cloth around the wound, replacing the soiled one you've made.

"Tarhos..? Is that your name..?"

You asked cautiously before taking the folded up sketch from your pocket. His eyes widened as he diverted his gaze towards where your hands were. You unfolded the paper, showing him the sketch. Before you could ask him once more, he pulled you into a deep hug.

#queendeeshorrorimagines #dead by daylight imagine #dbd imagines #tarhos kovács x reader #Tarhos Kovács dbd imagines #Tarhos Kovács imagines #fem reader #dees arnold palmer

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unnerving-presence · 3 months

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So uh, I heard u got relationship headcanons for the knight *slides my love and appreciation towards u* pretty please uwu

i love tarhos i think he should be kissed on his silly little head

not the best and i love this guy but my writing brain so bad lately i’m sorry :[

not proofread

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If you thought he was loyal toward his followers, you won’t believe how far he’d go for you. He would endlessly maim, torture and mutilate anyone who would dare touch a hair on your head. If you are loyal to him, he will repay that loyalty by tenfold.

Doesn’t mind if you like admiring him or his armor. He always liked standing out and would not complain if you complimented him or his armor. He sort of prefers the blood but won’t say anything if you decide to clean it off his armor. He appreciates the gesture, as it makes both him and his armor look that much more stunning.

Finds it slightly amusing if you worry over his wounds, bruises, and rashes across his body. He’s grown a tolerance to pain and while he does feel it, he tends to block that out for the most part. He understands why you would want to help him like you would want to help your fellow survivors but he often declines the offer and insists he is fine.

He is very open about the conversation of trials and how you should be treated. He lets you know that while he won’t treat you differently it will never mean that he or his guards hate you. He’s simply doing his job. For him, he knows you will come back and doesn’t have much of a problem sacrificing you. Though sometimes your screaming irks him a bit. He gets used to everybody else’s cries of pain, but never yours.

He always liked standing out, and he damn well will make sure he does to you. Oh, did you say something about his armor earlier? Well he just polished it, so compliment him again! You impressed by his size? You should be. He’s a damn giant compared to most killers. He’s not really subtle about wanting those aspects about him to be recognized.

Surprisingly a very passionate kisser. He’s likely never kissed anyone romantically in his life, so having the opportunity to learn and do so is a big thing for him. He has someone he cares for now. He can finally do all the things he’s secretly been wanting deep down and he won’t let it build up any longer. He’s no lovebird by any means but he’ll close to never pass up the chance to show you how much he loves you.

Quite passionate in everything he does, actually. He’ll possessively hold you close to him like a dragon protecting its treasures if you ever want to sleep on him. Again with the kissing, you can tell how badly he’s needed the feeling of someone’s lips on his. Even speaking to you about your value to him is full of every word in the book to describe you in a positive light. He uses all the horrible things he’s most known for and completely turns it around for you. He’s not the most vulnerable nor will he always be impressionable with his seemingly positive actions, but even the little ones have thought put into it, like he really wants to try for you. He’s never going to change his ways nor does he want to. But you won’t ever be treated like the other common scum in the realm. You aren’t like them, despite being in the same position as them. To him, you’re higher than that and you deserve to be treated as such.

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #the knight x reader #tarhos kovács x reader

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 1 year

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Killers when they catch you masturbating

Requested: No

Warnings: Spice. Non/Dub-Con elements

A/N: It’s 3am and I don’t feel like re-reading this so if you see spelling errors, no you don’t

Evan

Evan didn’t even mean to catch you. It was the beginning of the trial and he hadn’t even seen a single survivor yet, placing his traps when he heard a noise from a locker in the shack. He couldn’t recall the sound of any traps snapping and he certainly hadn’t swung his weapon at anybody but he investigated anyways, thinking it to be an injured survivor. Needless to say, he was quite surprised to find you in the locker, uninjured but with your hand down your pants. Oh, what’s that? You try to burst past him? Too late, he’s already dropped his weapon, cramming himself as deep into the locker as he can, keeping you blocked in. Well, what are you waiting for? Keep going.

Max

Max, the poor sweet boy, was simply following behind an injured David when he came across you in a corner of the map. And you, so distracted by your own pleasure, didn’t even notice. But he definitely noticed you. And seeing you distracted him so much that he almost tripped over himself, letting David get the hell out of dodge. Not that Max cared much anyway, too distracted by watching you. It turned him on, watching you get yourself off, unaware of his eyes on you. He didn’t even notice when his hand slipped into his pants, stroking himself at the same pace as you. It’ll happen again, though every time after this will be on purpose. Max will watch you every second you’re not in a trial, just waiting for you to touch yourself so he can get himself off too.

Julie

Julie was just following killer instinct when she happened upon you after slashing your teammate, your hand in your pants in one of the rooms of Rpd, kneeling beside a lit generator, only snapping out of your pleasured haze by her dark chuckles. She could see the way your face shifted, from horror at the sight of the killer to embarrassment and shame knowing what she had seen. She flips her knife in her hands, looking like she was contemplating you before she shrugged and walked closer, pushing you onto your back as she undoes her pants. After all, you might as well help her out. Maybe she’ll return the favor when she’s done riding your face.

Danny

Considering that Danny is literally stalking you, he “catches” you masturbating a lot. It’s just a matter of whether or not he can reach you. If you stay within the camp’s safe perimeters when you touch yourself then he’s forced to just watch (which does suit him fine) but if you do it in a trial? His hands are on you, keeping you against him as he takes over, blood of the other survivors on his gloves. He’ll degrade you, mock you for being so horny that you couldn’t even finish a trial first. And now look at this, all your friends are dead and you’re all alone with him. And you’re not leaving til he’s done with you.

Tarhos

Tarhos was simply wandering in his realm, doing his usual perimeter checks when he heard you. You were just outside of his territory, crouching beside a tree as you touched yourself. He found himself intrigued, silently observing you. It was only when you came that he stepped forward, already working himself out of his lower body armor with one hand, grabbing at you with the other. After all, it was only fair that he showed you how much he…..appreciated your show.

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gothy-froggy · 1 year

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The Knight + The Faithful Three’s Ass, Tits, or Thighs (caught staring)

Warnings: suggestive, nsfw here and there

Tarhos Kovács

Tits. Tarhos LOVES tits. To be fair he’s interested in all three but his number one is boobs. He also loves thighs because he can lay his lap on them and they’re comforting. When it comes to getting caught..

no shame.

…

Kind of.

He’s a little embarrassed and that’s it. If he’s staring at his lover’s chest when they’re in front of him and catches him, he lets out a very soft cough and turn his head. If it’s from a distance or just not in front of him, he simply just shifts his gaze.

It’s a different story behind close doors though. The way to really embarrass this man is by telling his gang how much he begs for them in bed.

You heard me.

Begs.

Tarhos wants them bad. This man would let his lover do anything…if he can pop one in his mouth 👀

He can’t keep his hands off of them. When they tell his gang, they’re laughing their asses off (Alejandro) while he’s silently pouting, glaring at them. The only way they can make it better is by pulling him into hug and let his face be between them tits.

Alejandro Santiago

The a and l in Alejandro’s name stands for ass lover and he doesn’t hide it. He doesn’t even care if he’s caught. Turn back around mamas he’s not done looking. He whistles and slap his lover’s ass when he has the chance.

Public or private. He does not care.

Alejandro definitely has a nickname that’s for their ass.

What riles him up is when he can see it but can’t touch it. Anything that fits nicely on it or makes the ass revealing always catches his attention. And being forced or told to not touch it just bothers him.

Is genuinely upset.

In bed, he’s all over that ass. He gets very touchy. Anything involving doing things with his lover’s ass, he’s in.

If his lover tells him to stop (in a joking way) and slaps his hand, he complains.

“Come on!” He whines.

But they can always make it up later though, he won’t complain about that.

Durkos Malecek

Like Tarhos, Durkos like tits. He doesn’t mind getting caught either.

No matter the situation, if he is caught by his lover, he looks back up to their face and continues with whatever was happening.

Sometimes he’ll stare again but usually he’ll stare later. He doesn’t get caught often though. Durkos doesn’t get embarrassed either. Even if his team knows. If they point it out he simply moves on with his day.

In bed he isn’t touchy like like Alejandro or that desperate like Tarhos. Usually when told or has permission, he’ll massage them. A few kisses. Durkos would do a lot more when asked or told to.

He does stare a lot when things are pretty calm. He gets shocked and a little flustered when his hands are forced on them, or his face.

Just a little flustered.

Sander Rault

Unlike the others, Sander enjoys thighs. He doesn’t mind tits or ass, but he goes crazy for thighs.

He’s pretty embarrassed by it. He tries to hide it.

But he’s always glancing at them, laying on their lap, having a hand on them when he can.

He isn’t the best at hiding the fact that he was staring. He quickly looks away and tries so hard not to look again for the day.

So when he’s confronted about it he kind of shuts down. When he’s told that it’s ok and it doesn’t weird them out, he’s very much happy.

Wants his head between their thighs but is too scared to asked.

So when they did it to him, he was in heaven. He wants to die between them right there and then.

When his team finds out he’s a mess. He doesn’t know what to do. He needs a kiss from his lover and some time laying his head on their lap.

Sander LOVES marking them up. Kissing, biting, sucking, all of it. He loves it. Sander can be with them for hours.

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #tarhos kovacs x reader #tarhos kovács #tarhos kovács x reader #sander rault #sander rault x reader #alejandro santiago #alejandro santiago x reader #durkos malecek #durkos malecek x reader #dbd #dbd x reader #dbd headcanons #dbd the knight x reader #dbd the knight #dbd the jailer

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mara-xx217 · 1 year

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The Monsters' Favorite- Ch.31 Their Maiden (Special Episode: Starring the Knight and his Guards)

Wow... how long has it been since I wrapped up Monsters' Favorite? I couldn't resist making a little some thing for it after I fell in love with the Knight and his boys. (give thanks to @prettycutebunny for this lol)

Warnings: Gangbang, Oral, Creampies, Cuckolding

You heard the talk surrounding the newest arrivals to the Entity’s realms. An Italian nobleman and his traitorous knight. Scandalous! Vittorio made sure that everyone knew exactly how monstrous this knight and his guards were to the other survivors.

“They wrested control of my estate from my very hands!”

“They locked me in my own dungeon!”

“They tortured me for so long…”

Vittorio had a habit of picking at and rubbing his fingernails, as though he was reliving that singular moment over and over again. You could sympathize… but the overwhelming coolness you felt wouldn’t allow you to show it much at all.

Despite all the warnings (or, as you should know, because of said warnings) you found yourself wandering into that ruined little Italian village, a familiar whisper tickling your ear as a gentle tug at your waist led you along.

There was a smell of burned wood and scorched flesh- it was a smell that you hate that you’ve become accustomed to. Not unlike that charred chapel or Badham- You shuddered, footfalls faltering before you come to a stop.

You were being watched.

You were used to it by now. Always you were being watched, by someone or something. By HER. But this was someone new, you were sure of it. Not just by one pair of eyes, but by many. And they answered only to one.

The Knight was everything you imagined him to be. Tall, broad, dashing in his grime stained armour and surely something to behold underneath that hard exterior. You would get to know soon enough.

You were eager, willing to be his and his pack’s little maiden. Not a pure little thing, snow white and clean but marred and dirty. Used and nearly broken. But they didn’t mind. You weren’t unlike them. Servants to masters that are uncaring and harsh. You weren’t a mere object, but a woman to them. Warm and soft-

Never before had they pledged themselves to a maiden- fair and beautiful, they called you- regardless of her birth origin or her standing in society. They cared not for the tasks you performed, only that you gave yourself to them willingly and openly. And you did, then and there.

Rough leather and chilly metal left goosebumps in wake of the trails gauntleted hands made up the sides of your thighs. The smallest of the men, the Jailer, Alejandro, couldn’t help but to snicker the obvious-

“No undergarments?! She ain’t got no-! OOF-“ A sharp jab to his side silences his unneeded comments. It nearly makes you giggle- or perhaps you are just ticklish from such light touches.

When was the last time you laughed?

You didn’t mind getting on your knees. The ground was rough but the discomfort seemed to add to the moment. At least I’m your opinion. The Knight, Tarhos, was eager but his body language nor his voice gave anything away. His cock, however-

It twitched as your fingertips traveled down its length. Hmm… Your mouth was already watering and your core began to warm and ache. With little grace, you collect your saliva in your mouth and allow it to drip onto the head of his cock. He shivers slightly but gives no other indication he even acknowledged what you just did. You tucked a stray lock of your hair behind your ear and greedily swallowed half of his cock.

You didn’t mind the audience, for once. Two of them, the Assassin. Durkos, and the Carnifex, Sanders, were both quiet. Present, but quiet, simply watching you work your wonders in silent appreciation. Not judgement, appreciation. Tarhos was near silent, too, but he sighed and twitched every time you bobbed your head or sucked his member in a particularly harsh manner. But Alejandro? He was different from them all.

The Jailer was on the ground, level with you. First resting on his haunches he then sinks to his knees, facing you as you give his master head. He was talking to you- at least, maybe partly- or maybe he was just talking to himself. None of the words really hit you as you focused on your current task.

Bob your head up and down.

Suck harder, let go, swallow.

Trail your tongue down and wrap your lips around-

“Can I touch you?”

It left you a little surprised. Sure enough, it was the Jailer, Alejandro, that asked you such a thing. He rocked back and forth on his knees, body trembling as his breaths came out in short, excited bursts. You flutter your eyelashes, a bit touched that he even considered asking you- you!- such a thing, as though he didn’t know that you were a whore whose sole purpose was to be a toy for them to break as many times as they liked, whenever and however they liked. Still, he squirmed but didn’t make any other movements until you shyly nodded and whispered.

“Of course… In any way you wish.”

This must be something they all have an agreement on. You weren’t used to being shared willingly. It was… nice not being subjected to violence for once. Tarhos rested his gloved hand on your head, pushing your hair back as he nonverbally encouraged you to continue your previous actions. Boney fingers gently brushed against your shoulder before a palm slid across the back of your neck. An arm looped around your shoulder as a sharp face pressed itself into your warm neck, lukewarm breath tickling your skin as a mouth eagerly envelopes around your sensitive skin.

“Hrmm-”

In your peripheral vision, you see the other two- Durkos and Sander- simply watching from afar. One leans against a wall and the other stands with his arms crossed, not annoyed but simply observing. Waiting. Patiently… Between your legs, heat began to pulse in rhythm with the bobbing of your head.

You whimper as the suction of Alejandro’s mouth was broken with a loud, wet pop! His attention wandered up your neck and settled on the shell of your ear. One of his hands cupped your breast, massaging and fondling it as he pinched your already hardened nipple between two of his fingers. As a whine rises in the back of your throat, the Jailer chuckles.

“You’re so good… Where’dya learn?” His hand slipped under the neck of your dress. You hummed, removing Tarhos’s cock from your mouth.

“Hmm… practice.” He giggles, his entire body shakes, from his fingertips all the way to his feet.

“Hehe…” Alejandro moves his other hand behind your neck.

“I’d like to see what else you can do…” He purrs into your ear. A jolt of pleasure shoots down your spine and settles in your core. Oh fuck…

As much as you like fucking out in the open, it was a little cumberson on your body. And it’s hard to give a show when you can only be on your knees or standing… You whine a little, tugging on Tarhos’s cuirass, pulling away from the pressure he had steadily applied to the back of your head. He allows you to pull away with little resistance.

“Hmm… Do you think we could go inside? Perhaps… there? You point to a ruined building whose doors were all ripped off their hinges. He pauses but nods, grunting softly. Both he and the Jailer help you to your feet, the latter all but draping himself around you as you follow Tarhos, Durkos and Sander into the building.

Dark and dank… but the floor is smooth and there are stairs and other things that can be used as seating. You certainly couldn’t complain. You direct Tarhos to sit on the stairs and he does with hardly a sound as he sits down. His armour clanked and settled heavily as he came to rest. He sighs in relief. You can’t help but to worry your lip and wonder what other noises you can get him to make…

Maybe it was you that was to make all the noise. Sinking down onto the Knight’s dick, you felt yourself accommodate him perfectly. Just as you should. Nice and tight, a little uncomfortable, but he fit all the way to the hilt and then some.

There was something so undeniably hot about the first time you fuck someone new. How will they react? Will they be considerate and gentle? Will they take what they want and leave you still needing? Or maybe they will kill you somewhere in the middle and have all the fun without you really there… Tarhos leaned back and allowed you to set the pace. He didn’t touch you in the beginning, rather, he merely watched as you bounced on his cock. But you weren’t left alone.

No, to your surprise, fingers combed their way through your hair and craned your neck to the side. Your lips met the Jailer’s, too toothy and wet but you didn’t really mind. How could you when the gesture was so sweet? You moaned into his mouth, your pace faltering slightly as a hand slid down the small of your back.

It wasn’t Tarhos’s, who’s hands had found your hips, kneading them and pulling you forward ever so slightly. No, it was Alejandro’s, who slowly and steadily pressed you further and further down onto his master’s cock.

Ohh…

It’s been a while since you’ve had multiple partners at once. Never before had you had ones that were so patient or hands on. Not like this. It was thrilling. You liked being watched so it shouldn’t be a stretch to think that being assisted like this would turn you on as well. And it fucking did.

You felt a wave of pleasure crash over you as a tongue slipped into your mouth. He was now directing your pace and movements. You followed his guidance. Speed up, slow down. Deeper- no, shallower. All the way down and grind-

The Knight shuddered underneath you, his cock throbbing against your core as warmth flooded inside of you. You whimpered into the Jailer’s mouth, twitching as you cum, yourself.

There’s so much- Fuck! R-Right there…!

You lift yourself off his dick. Slowly. You don’t know whether or not you should hold his cum inside of you or try to push it out for his men to see. Curious fingers press into your throbbing cunt. You shudder and clench around them. They are slender and cool, bumping against you as it feels around for-

There-

Your insides were coated in cum. A wet squelch punctuated every movement, no matter how small or subtle. Alejandro seemed to rather enjoy what he was feeling, so he broke free from your chasing lips and excitedly asked.

“My turn?!”

You could only nod, face flushed and legs weak, but it was more than enough for him. You squeaked as you were pulled off of the Knight’s lap. Before you could regain your footing, you were pushed against the wall. Using your arms you brace yourself, standing a little awkwardly with your ass sticking out and your chest against the stone wall. You shiver as the Jailer looms over you from behind.

“Hmm… just like that…” He purrs in your ear. A shiver causes you to choke on your breath as one of his hands smooths up your dress and against your bare torso. Ahh-

He was much, much different than his commander. Alejandro’s cock wasn’t nearly as big as his, but fuck he didn’t give you any room for control or to even breathe! The pace was so fast it fucking hurt but you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

Drool ran down your shoulder and onto your collarbone. The man currently fucking your brains out whined about how fucking good you felt. How tight you were, how wet- how sloppy you were… And you were. Fuck… you were slick with cum and even more cum when he suddenly finishes inside of you.

You were left unable to stand and nearly sinking to your knees. Alejandro kindly held you upright before you could. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he hoisted you back up to your feet and pulled you back towards the stairs. You fell onto his lap, his cock still out and standing proud. He nuzzled into your neck as he groped your chest.

“Are you okay, little swan?” He cooed as you shifted and wiggled against the stiff warmth that fit itself snuggly into the cleft of your ass.

“Hrmm… Mmhmm…” A soreness was blooming inside of you but it was luckily overwhelmed by the heat that was still present in your core. You raised your hips and blindly reached underneath you to grasp hold of the Jailer’s still hard member.

“Ohh?” A pleasant surprise. You had more than enough stamina and drive to keep up with all four of them, you were certain of it. If not… well, you would make due regardless.

You need to get a feel for them. What they want, what makes them tick… You are a means to an end for them. They can fuck you, kill you, love you or hate you but it doesn’t really matter. In the end, you are whatever they want you to be, whether it be a whore turning tricks, a thing to corrupt and maim, or even an unfortunate maiden in need of rescuing. Whatever they wanted you would provide, one way or another.

Whether it’s one after another or all at once, whether they want to hurt you, make you scream, make you cry and wail, whether they want to be soft or gentle, you are there for their amusement alone. Though… it is nice when they are neither cruel nor brutal with you.

You were exhausted yet somehow still feeling that slow, aching throb inside of you. Somehow, you didn’t realize you had shifted onto yet another man’s lap. Not the Knight’s, not the Jailer’s, not the Carnifex’s, that’s for sure… The Assassin, Durkos, had sat you on his thighs with your back against his chest. But he wasn’t fucking you, no, he didn’t even have his dick out.

It was a little embarrassing… Having no underwear on, your legs were parted on either side of his lap so you were more or less completely exposed. Your face was already heated but you found your temples throbbing when his rough hand smoothed its way up one of your thighs.

Sweat and other bodily fluids caused your skin to feel sticky and clammy. It was disgusting but it also felt kinda good… You were dirty and spent yet you were still being treated as though you were made of porcelain. Like you were still something pretty and to be admired… Fingers crept up towards the valley of your thighs and you couldn’t muster the strength to do much else other than whimper softly under your breath.

Your thighs tensed and jumped as your swollen clit was grazed by drifting fingertips. Shit… you’re so sensitive-

The Assassin didn’t make any sharp or rough movements as his fingers dipped into your throbbing entrance. They slipped inside with ease, both from the ample lubricant coating your walls and from how stretched you were from the poundings you received earlier. The gentle ministrations were soothing in comparison to your precious rough treatment. Rough… but not cruel, you thought.

His movements were precise yet unpracticed. Durkos was exploring you while also trying to make you feel good. How sweet… You shifted in his lap and closed your eyes, sighing as the coil inside of you slowly began to tighten with each dip of his fingers.

In and out.

Rub in circles.

Dip back in.

Press to the roof…

“Ahh…”

It was a quiet one, not intense but still pleasant. The remaining cum inside of you was pushed out, tricking down between the cleft of your ass and likely down onto the Assassin’s lap. The pulses of pleasure swiftly turned hot and you found that, when you clenched your muscles, it was unbelievably sore and downright painful. A part of you was ready for it to continue. It usually does… Yet…

It didn’t. You said you were done and they said they were done, too. Huh… That’s… nice. You didn’t need help going to the threshold of the realm but they all accompanied and carried you, anyway. You got to return to the survivor’s camp, not only in one piece but genuinely satisfied and eager for the next time that you would encounter them.

Whether it be in a trial or in off time, the Knight and his Guards might be the first killers that you visit on your own volition. They really know how to show a lady a good time… though they certainly could learn a thing or two from you, you think…

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