#the oni x reader
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Love Letter Aftermath
First part
The realization of receiving a love admission sinks in for the killers
Characters: Oni, Trapper, Deathslinger, Mastermind, Cannibal, Ghostface
Warnings: Some spice
Male!reader
The Oni - Kazan Yamaoka
He's angry
Angry at you for giving him that damn letter
And angry at himself for keeping it
He keeps it on his shrine
Even while he tries to distract himself with training between trials, your letter is all that's on his mind
At least once a day, for a couple of minutes, he stares at the letter while working up the courage to crumple it and dispose of it
He never can
When Rin found the letter, his heat sunk
She thought it was cute, but rolled her eyes at how Kazan was acting
The days following the letter, you've noticed in trials with Oni, he never downs you with his Kanabo anymore, only his Katana
Even during chases, when he's activated his blood fury right behind you, he stampedes off somewhere to down anyone else
And when he carries you to hooks, you've noticed how gently he holds you
But he never stays after hooking you and seems to avoid your gaze
Strangely, Rin has been giving you some leeway during trials as well
The Trapper - Evan MacMillan
When he got back to his realm after the trial, he immediately went to work on making a box for the letter
Yeah, a whole keepsake box for a single letter
He places it next to the box where he keeps his old drawings
Whenever he sees you in trials, he still gets those butterflies
If you step in one of his traps, he's immediately rushing to where he heard you scream
If he sees any other survivors trying to free you, he swats at them
Evan gently pulls at the jaw of the trap and pulls it apart, letting you retract your injured foot
He's trying his hardest not to ogle your legs
"Sorry," he mutters gruffly, his hands holding your leg softly while he inspects the damage
He picked up some gauze that one of the others dropped and begins to bandage your wound
He can feel your gaze burning holes into his mask as he works
He's the one to break the silence
"I've killed you... and your friends, over and over."
There's a long pause on your end before you respond
"I know"
You two leave it at that
The Deathslinger - Caleb Quinn
Caleb keeps the letter under the bar counter in his realm
Whenever he returns from an exhausting or lost trial, he looks at it
A small part of him still thinks you're messing with him
He's way too nervous and skittish around you now to do anything, so you're gonna have to initiate everything
In trials, you do your best to spend time with him
Especially when you insist that he treats you no different
When he carries you to hook, you take the moment to touch him
You turn your head to plant a kiss on the back of his neck
Caleb visibly shivers and lets out a groan
"Yer tryin' ta kill me, ain'tcha?"
"Is it working?"
Despite you asking otherwise, he tends to leave you alone when he can in trials, opting to hide the others
If you confront him about it, he'll deny it
The Mastermind - Albert Wesker
He keeps your letter in the inner pocket of his jacket
You definitely have his full attention now
Don't expect any special treatment, because he's not gonna give it
In fact, he seems to actively seek you out first if he knows you're in his trial
Wesker gets angry when you can't loop him for more than a couple of minutes
"Are you even trying? Pathetic"
While carrying you to a hook, he's lecturing you all the way
"You didn't run it tight enough. You were too greedy with the pallet. You didn't check your blind spots."
He'll get even more irritated if you start to tear up
Can't you see he's trying to help you?
Wesker refuses to have someone so vulnerable as an admirer
So you better get to it
If you do manage to improve and become better in trials, his attitude changes
It goes from scoldings to rewards
He takes off his gloves to hold your chin and pull you close
You feel his lips ghost over your cheek and shiver when he tightens his grip on you
He stares at your face, drinking up your reactions
And then he lets you go, watching as your face twists from dazed to confused
"What? Were you expecting a kiss?"
You're gonna have to do a lot more if you wanna get a smooch from him
The Cannibal - Bubba Sawyer
He tapped your letter to the side of his chainsaw
He gets all giddy when he glances at it during his sweeps, especially if he manages to down a survivor
It's his good luck charm
If he spots you in a trial, he'll literally drop everything to rush over and give you hug
Bubba would honestly hug you all trial if you let him
He's definitely become a bit more protective over you, maybe even prone to jealousy
He doesn't even let anyone work on gens with you, revving his chainsaw if anyone gets too close
Once everyone gets the message and leaves you two be, he'll sit behind you as you work and hug you
Expect lots of nuzzles
Bubba whines when the gen is completed and you have to stand up to find a new one
He follows you like a puppy until you find the next one and the process begins anew
The Ghostface - Danny Johnson
Danny doesn't really have anywhere he can store the letter safely
So he does the logical thing and memorizes it's contents, word for word
He doesn't care what happens to the paper
Sometimes during trials, he'll tease you by reciting it during chases
Even adding things you're certain you never added
"And I promise to always let you smash whenever and wherever you want," he says, mimicking your voice as you dangle from the hook
"I NEVER WROTE THAT!!"
Being her favorite, The Entity doesn't care if Danny spares you every trial
But he won't
Because he's a meanie
"No hard feelings, right boo?" He coos as he plunges his blade into your back
If you're sore about it, he's more than happy to make it up to you
He'll run his cold leather-gloved hands under your shirt, pressing you against a wall as you try to stay angry
"Come on, don't be like that," he mutters into your ear, squishing your sides
If you fold now, he'll tease you for being whipped
But if you stay strong, he'll pull out the big guns
He buries his masked face into your neck, slowly grinding his hips against yours
"You feel that, baby? You feel how sorry I am?" He growls, pressing his hard-on against you
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Hello, may please ask for nsfw headcanons for the Oni please?
NSFW headcanons
Pairing: The Oni | Kazan Yamaska x fem!reader
Cw: NSFW, breeding kink, biting, marking, aftercare, possessive behaviour, size kink, tradition, scent/musk kink, worshiping, tell me if I missed any.
Wc: 1.1k
Kazan is a proud man, honouring his family name to the point of committing blasphemy. He cherished the things that belonged to him, taking care of his kanabo with the careful swipe of his towel and as much love as he has for you, his little human. His big hands came to hold you before him, a supporting gesture while you stared up at him in the mirror, his piercing, red eyes meeting yours.
Under the protective shield of his armour, those ritualistic shoulder guards with curved Oni horns, chest armour, sleeves and thigh protections secured by thick ropes rounding the mass of his body; and the bloodied cloth of his shirt, shin guard, skirt and pants held with strong string sewing them together to become a piece; Kazan was a soft lover, caring and soft-spoken with his feelings for you. Under that scary Oni mask, Kazan is scarily human, even with the added height and broad shoulders.
Size played a lot to his kinks, his body looming over your smaller one, his hands holding your curved hips as he bullied his cock into you, watching the skin of your navel bulge with his enormous size. You cried when he pressed a palm over the bulge, pushing it as he plotted through your wet and tight cunt, milking and clamping his thick shaft. Kazan enjoyed watching you take him by yourself, using his chest as support as you sink onto him, mewling and whining about how big he was and how your cunny was too small when you’d taken him over and over before, getting all his length in you. You shook and trembled, legs weak and useless, depending on Kazan to move you up and down, his big hands holding your hips.
However gentle he tried to be, his strength and pleasure always got the better of his self-control, leaving bruises on your hips and waist, purples and blues the size of his fingers on your arms and thighs. Leaving marks on your soft, pliant flesh was a guilty pleasure of his, he liked sinking his jagged teeth into your shoulders and thighs. The sensuality of seeing the swollen bites on your skin and the sensitive news to it when he pressed a kiss on it. The ferality he felt surging in his body when red rolled down your thighs and shoulders, a single drop that painted your skin in a beautiful shade of crimson.
He’d be ploughing you with his veiny cock while he leaves traces of his presence on your being, a show of possession on you that he revelled in with pride and sheer, unbridled joy. He was bound to be possessive of what he loved, he held great value and high respect for anything that deserved it, and you were at the top of his list. Forgoing his need to value and respect, being a killer naturally made him more possessive, the need to own and show the others he owned you. Perhaps it made you feel like an object, an item of his obsession, but you’ve never voiced your concerns and fears so he kept going on. If he can show to the others - either killer or survivor - that you were his, he could live happily.
Kazan, as the Oni, had a potency to his being. He had a name, had a reputation, had skill and had needs. He knew, like him, a lot of killers had forsaken their humanity - their souls - to their monsters. Most killers had better noses, their enhanced sense made sniffing out survivors easier and, in his case, helped let the others know you were his. The smell of his mark on you would cling onto you like a cloud of musk, the scent of his cum inside of you screaming about your branding. He would cum in you, spurting rope after rope of potent cum, staining your slick walls.
He left it inside of you, dripping from your cunt and leaving the musk of his cum and your shared sex as a show of ownership. He spent time pumping you with his loads, he won’t stop until he’s overstimulated, because he can’t stop coming at the thought of breeding you. Building a family was a cultural tradition in his time, and to raise his descendants into honourable people, it was a dream of his, wishful thinking. He knew that within the Entity’s realm, all time stopped, he never aged, he never changed and he would never become a father, but the temptation of knocking you up was simply too much for him not to fuck his cum deeper.
Even while he bullied his load deeper and deeper, cock still as hard and leaky as when he first started, he’d kiss your lips so gently, muffling your mewls and cries. His hands cradled your face, placing sweet, worshipping kisses all over your face, hips rutting into you with your legs swinging over his shoulders. He rolled his hips steadily, making sure that you wouldn’t end up overstimulated like he was, all as he worshipped you. You were like a goddess to him, his little goddess that he could claim with his scent and mark. He kissed the ground you walked on, he kissed your hands when you held it towards him, and he would do anything you would want, all you have to do is ask.
After everything, the hours-long marathon in bed, he would take care of you. He’s amazing at aftercare. He would do every whim of yours, if you wanted a cup of water, he’d have it in seconds, if you wanted to shower, he’d bathe you; if you wanted to sleep; he’d cuddle you from the back. His attention was spent on you and you alone after every session, he cleaned you, he fed you, he watched your back when you slept. He spooned you, his bigger body shadowing you in a comfortable and safe embrace, an arm under your head and another over your waist.
If you didn’t want to sleep, wanting to feel pretty and clean as his, Kazan’s little goddess bride, he would dress you up prettily. Kazan was also a man who saw the beauty in tradition, painting you in the colours of his country, the powerful red and its innocent white. He painted your face in those shades with soft pink and yellow on your eyes, tried your hair in high loops and used beads to decorate your locks. Dressed in the beautiful robes that told stories and legends of his empire, you looked like those elegant geishas he remembered seeing years ago. You would dance and sing, he’d twirl you around him and make the ends of your sleeves flutter.
Kazan, for all his worth and pain, finally had something good in his life, something he could be proud of loving. Perhaps The Entity wasn’t as cold and unfeeling as She portrayed herself.
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Can you do a Deathslinger / Knight / Oni / Ghostface with a thick s/o who is so strong that their perk is to literally carry their survivor friends while they heal? And during trial, when the killer sees an injured survivor, they were about to snatch them when they got accidentally lifted up and carried off by their s/o, who mistaken them due to a blindness effect perk?
Bonus if the injured survivor shout out, “WRONG PERSON” and when the effects wore off, s/o realizes they’re carrying the killer with ease
Howdy there! I hope you like what I came up with, needless to say the killers react waaay differently to this happening...
The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn with a buff s/o
You’ve always been strong, and since entering the Entity’s realm your strength seems to have almost doubled.
You have thus taken it upon yourself to be the protector of your fellow survivors, always putting their safety before your own.
So, as you see Meg helplessly bleeding behind a barn during one trial, you run towards her, ready to help.
Suddenly the world seems to turn into some kind of haze, and Meg’s silhouette becomes harder to distinguish in the fog. But you find her and pick her up with ease.
“What in tarnation?!”
That doesn’t sound like Meg at all, but you make a run for it with her on your back nonetheless. Time is running short, she needs to be healed, she needs help-
“WRONG PERSON, Y/N!”
That’s Meg.
You stop, dropping the person you held on your back to the ground. And then you see who it is.
“Caleb!” you exclaim in surprise, the killer squirming on the ground in embarrassment. “Caleb, I’m so sorry, I thought you were-”
“I know who ya thought I was”, Caleb mutters as he gets up quickly. “Let’s just… start this whole trial over, shall we?”
The Knight/Tarhos Kovács with a buff s/o
Tarhos is a strong man, but he doesn’t mind that you’re stronger than him.
Ofcourse, what he minds has its limits.
Like if he, during a trial, sends out his scouts, and they return empty handed. He growls in anger and goes scouting himself.
It takes him some time, but he eventually finds a coward that he injures! He hunts the coward, their screams of agony and fear brings him so much excitement and he can almost taste their blood and-
Suddenly, he feels himself being picked up from the ground.
The hunt is interrupted as someone, without any trouble at all, carries him away from his prey.
He shrieks in anger, waving with his arms in the air. The prey is left standing, just watching, and in the distance he can hear his scouts laugh.
“Shit, babe, I’m so sorry!”
He’s being put down, at last. His captor reveals themselves to be none other than his dear lover.
“I-I didn’t see you, I mistook you for… Shit, I’m so sorry!”
This? Yeah, this he minds.
The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka with a buff s/o
Kazan is a strong and muscular man. He has fought many battles and killed mercilessly.
So when he met you, he knew he finally had found his equal. In strength, at least.
He likes training you, making use of your strengths to fight him.
So when, during one trial, things go a bit adrift, he’s confused.
It starts off as any trial, Kazan hunts and they run. He injures, and drinks their blood. He puts them on hooks and reap the rewards.
But this trial, things go different. He blinds them all with the perk that the Entity has blessed him with, and he has the high ground now. Nothing can stop him now-
Suddenly, as he’s about to go into rage mode and attack them all, someone picks him up with ease.
How? What? Who??
“Shit! Kazan!” he hears his lover exclaim, as he is abruptly dropped to the ground with a loud “FTUNK!”
He remains on the ground, just staring up at you in confusion. You stammer out an apology and ask him if he’s mad at you for ruining his moment.
Mad? How could he be mad? You’re strong, you’re powerful, you’re everything that Kazan admires. He’s never gonna let you go.
The Ghostface/Danny Johnson with a buff s/o
You know that Danny dislikes being the smaller person in the relationship, physically. He doesn’t feel too good about you being stronger than him, either.
And one trial, what can’t happen happens.
It must have been the blindness effect, you don’t know what else could have caused it. You just wanted to help Kate!
You picked her up, as you always do when your friends need to heal and be on the move at the same time.
She was alot louder than usual when you did, though.
“For fuck’s sake, put me down Y/N!!!!”
Hmm…
He’s not gonna let you live this down, is he?
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Whenever you have time, can you do Kazan Yamaoka/the Oni. I have never played or seen any videos but I’m thinking of possibly playing sometime in the future.
If you have any tips it would be greatly appreciated
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Okay so my first fic back officially! I’m in a way better place than I was. It was a huge family issue with my mothers side so. All is good now!
Happy late Father’s Day and all that!
KAZAN YAMAOKA “THE ONI” X MALE READER
-He learned how to be gentle with you.
-Anytime the both of you are in the trial together he will give you free gens and hatch.
-You watching him brutally chase the other survivors.
-He let’s you ramble on and on as he cleans his blade.
-One time he had slashed you from the back because you were doing a gen. But when you had turned around and he saw who you was he felt so guilty.
-Many of the killers and survivors were shocked to know that you two were married before getting stuck here.
-You showing him the survivors that you don’t like before any trial. Like the ones who was being mean to you or etc he goes for them first.
-Let’s you touch his mask.
-He gets butterflies in his stomach anytime you call him pretty. Even with all his scars and his other flaws.
-He had to warm up to affection and the sweet words.
-He likes to trace your face and hands with his fingers because one he likes to compare the size and see how fragile you actually are. And two because he just like feeling of your warm skin against his cold one.
-Him trying to avoid you the best he can during his blood fury.
-You randomly giving him a hair clip to keep his hair out of his face. At first you was just did it as a joke, but you were surprised to see him actually wearing and using them.
-He will let out a deep groan or a sigh if he’s upset or irritated at you.
-You always catch him off guard when your just randomly and casually standing next to him. It actually spooks him a bit.
-Very overprotective and possessive of you. He gets jealous very fast.
-He gets bad at you for helping someone with a gen of getting someone off hook. He was jealous about how you gave them attention.
-He likes to randomly rest his forehead against yours before he has to go kill in a game.
-One time he was very jealous and mad he shoved you inside a locker and made sure you couldn’t get out until he calmed down.
-He can’t really talk so he just makes random sounds that comes close to saying your actual name.
-Loves the height difference.
-Stares at you intensely and randomly.
-He loves to scare the living hell out of you during games.
-Watching him brutally Mori a survivor because they had pushed you away to be left for dead. Little did they know they just pushed you into your husband.
-He acts like he hates getting affection and babied but he secretly loves it.
-If a killer kills you in a game he would be so pissed and petty at them.
-When you escape a game he’s just waiting in the forest by the fire waiting for you holding back the excitement that you survived.
-Likes to randomly stand above you so you have to look up at him. It gives him butterflies and he loves it so much.
-Likes the color pink.
THE END
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Could I get hcs for a gn survivor that’s horrendously touch-starved, whenever they’re being carried to a hook, they completely relax in the killer’s grip and lean into them, because they’re brain just goes w a r m human contact fuck yeah- and they can’t help it sdvh
If you could include Frank from The Legion because..he’s my favourite, I find him hot- but aside from that, any killers you want to write hcs for! :D
EEEEE KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR BC FRANK <3333
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𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧 .
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killers x gender neutral reader
—killer(s) included;; frank morrison, ji-woon hak, kazan yamaoka, & caleb quinn WOOOOOO DEATHSLINGER PROPAGANDA
‼️tws;; none i could catch but if there is anything lmk!!!‼️
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𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖔𝖓
.｡❅* you were being tossed up onto his shoulder to be brought to the nearest rusty hook like the last, you had yet to even be put on one so of course some kind of struggle or fight was expected.
.｡❅* but you weren’t moving, barley even a scream or kick from you. he couldn’t feel any kind of struggle, but he can feel you practically melting into him.
.｡❅* he did not.. understand.. you’ve gotta be broken or something.
.｡❅* he’d stopped in his tracks completely, wiggling you a bit with the arm that held you up to see if you’d respond with maybe an elbow to the side of his head, but you just sat there. completely still. you were just enveloped in his touch. sitting still and very peacefully.
.｡❅* Frank didn’t exactly know how to react or how to feel.. it’s wonderful having someone feel so comfortable being this close to him, but he was also expecting the usual response he got from others.
.｡❅* he’ll just stand there for a minute, letting you hang out for a while longer. he’ll feel guilty if he just tossed you onto a hook afterwards so he gently places you on the ground and leaves you there for one of your teammates to pick you up.
.｡❅* if you do it again in more trials with him he’s slowly going to start ignoring his initial objectives and just carry you around the map with him.
.｡❅* again he won’t admit he likes feeling this kind of contact with you, he’ll swear up and down that it’s just because he feels powerful when someone’s on his shoulder for long periods of time like some kind of prize catch.
.｡❅* regardless of whatever lame excuses he pulls to justify holding you so you, he makes it a mandatory task whenever he spots you in a trial, aswell as the occasional jingle of your body when you’re hoisted up just to see if you’ll ever retaliate.
.｡❅* you never do. he digs that.
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𝕵𝖎-𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖆𝖐—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗
.｡❅* like Frank, he’s expecting you to fight him to get out of his grasp like your life depended on it— which it does.
.｡❅* maybe if he hits someone on your team with you on him you’ll do something? maybe even beg for him to spare everyone else & to just kill you?
.｡❅* wrong. you’re still just sitting there.
.｡❅* Ji-Woon doesn’t mind to say the least, attention is attention & you’re practically melted into his shoulder just pleased to have this much contact with another person. it’s a win-win for the two of you.
.｡❅* The Trickster is very.. tricky to say the least, he loves having you pressed up on him when he’s picked you up after a chase, but at the same time he still internally wants you to fight back. bite him at least.
.｡❅* he will still throw you onto a hook after a minute or two of you being up with him. he’s still got others to get rid of.
.｡❅* then again he doesn’t want to do too much to make you avoid him, he still wants to feel you lean into his hands when he hold your face up or when he’s holding you sturdy on his shoulder. it’s actually very nice when he’s making some kind of physical contact with you.
.｡❅* he’ll be annoying you whenever he’s caught you though, he’s aware that you’re not gonna do anything to get away but instead revel in this brief moment of physical contact with him of all people.
.｡❅* ❝ Should I hold you in a more comfortable position this time 여보 ? just for now until i unfortunately have to put you away. ❞
.｡❅* like i said — he’s annoying.
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𝕶𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖓 𝖄𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖔𝖐𝖆—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖓𝖎
.｡❅* he will not notice this at all until after maybe the 7th trial with you. he’s a ruthless and feared killer, but you never seemed to care when he would carry you to your inevitable fate.
.｡❅* you had decompressed entirely on him multiple times, and Kazan was pissed to say the least.
.｡❅* the ‘Oni Yamaoka’ was known far and wide for his brutality across the country, even tearing apart the very lord that spat the foul nickname at him and his family’s name. he was less than eligible for you to feel comfortable enough to mould around.
.｡❅* he had full intentions to harm you to get a point across, but Jake was quick to get you away from The Oni with his flashlight.
.｡❅* Kazan was even more angry, because now he had to get you back so he could jam it into your head that he is not to be taken so lightly. he looked for every opportunity to get you slung over his shoulders again but fumbled every time he got you where you were wanted.
.｡❅* but every time you wound up in his grasp, you’d lay there enveloped in his touch. the idea of being brought to a hook or even the basement was irrelevant in the moment. it felt amazing basically sitting in the palm of his hand.
.｡❅* it makes him angrier whenever you do this, he’s so comfortable being feared by every living being that surrounded him & he was not adjusting well to the idea of you not groveling in that same fear like the other survivors.
.｡❅* you occasionally entertained him by pretending to be scared when he had caught up with you, which also made him angry. he didn’t ACTUALLY want you to feel that way, he just wanted you to know how the other survivors perceived him. he’s contradicting himself trying to ignore the fact he really does enjoy you being close to him.
.｡❅* he’ll actively start refraining from picking you up unless he needs to, which despite this he will still constantly pick you up. you get the impression he actually enjoys the skin to skin contact much more than what he wants you to believe.
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𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖇 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗
.｡❅* he’s oblivious to it all at first, he doesn’t get why you always seemingly chose to turn into mush when he makes contact with you.
.｡❅* but he’s very pleased by this to say the least, even taking the courtesy to find a secluded space to sit down with you peacefully. he’ll carry you over to an exit when they open up.
.｡❅* you’re aware of the damage he can cause, not just to others but to you specifically. he was dangerous just like the next killer you’d have to go up against.
.｡❅* but that felt so irrelevant when your abdomen made contact with the harsh material of his coat for the first time. your worries and fears faded in an instant. even with all his jagged edges, his touch managed felt like pure velvet.
.｡❅* Caleb could sit down in one of the secret rooms of the saloon with you forever if The Entity allowed him to, you’re obviously enjoying the time spent on him; he doesn’t want to yank that peace away from you so suddenly.
.｡❅* he ups it a notch, placing a hand on the nape of your neck — being met with another deep exhale from you. he didn’t think it was possible to witness a person genuinely melt until now.
.｡❅* he’s also melting against your touch, you buried your head into his chest and he wanted to keep you on that spot. he hasn’t felt this close to another person in a long time.
.｡❅* The Deathslinger could be gentle if he wanted to, always doing his best to limit as much movement when you’re up high on his shoulders as to not disturb you, even though you didn’t particularly mind him moving around.
.｡❅* if he see’s another open opportunity outside of a trial, he will offer to let you sit on his shoulders again. you seemed very peaceful the last time, so why not experience it again without the time limit?
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please i beg of you give me more frank reqs he’s so fun to write for
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I am absolutely IN LOVE with ur writing!! I would like to make a request pls?
In a match against the Oni Kazan sees his future S/O go for a gen in one of the buildings and despite not being in the real world they still show respect and take their shoes off before entering. And during chase they avoid running through buildings with their shoes on. What would his reaction be?
this was an interesting one!! i was looking forward to writing it :-)
Kazan Yamaoka / The Oni:
Kazan first notices your behavior when he’s out prowling for fakers, and sees a pair of shoes outside the doorway of the run-down shack. He’d never seen them there before, so he knew it meant something was different — he wasn’t sure what, but something was. He peered inside the shack to see what exactly, and saw you in your socks working on the generator.
He’s confused for only a moment before he pieces it together: you’re being respectful of the dwelling, and not making it any dirtier than it already is. Maybe nobody lived there, but it’s a space shared by all the killers. Not something he expected from a survivor. Even others who were taught the same as him, they don’t take the time out of their busy day to respect one’s home. Fakers, they are.
When you notice him and, of course, get scared; he actually stays still to allow you to put your shoes back on. He nods at you as you do, acknowledging your respect and letting you know that you’ve earned his. But he has a duty to perform: he starts after you the second your shoes are back on. His kanabo slams into the ground near your feet.
He’d half-expected you to run straight through the shack to get away from him quicker, he’s further surprised to see you veer left around the corner of the building, avoiding it entirely. He catches your gaze through the opposite doorway, and you can tell that he’s both surprised and almost…Happy?
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Hiii! May I request something for Kazan Yamaoka?
During a match at the Yamaoka Estate where Kazan sees from a distance survivor reader is gonna go to a gen that's in one of the houses but she catches herself before she steps inside. She takes her shoes off and leaves them at the door before going to the gen. Despite it being a realm different from the real world she still respects Japanese culture. And she does this every time she goes through any houses in his realm.
Idk I'm just curious how Kazan would react to this since none of the other survivors or killers (besides him maybe) respect this. But if not that's totally ok!
omg, I can't explain how much I love this request! I know it took me ages but I'm here! I'm looking to write more on Kazan because there's hardly anything on him.
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warnings: canon-typical violence and gore, life-threatening situations, swearing, i hate editing so obviously it's not edited but i'll probably go over it one day
trope summary: fluff, slow-burn
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You were the last one left. Did you know that?
It had never crossed your mind--- so no, you didn't. You had learned long ago not to care about those types of things when you were facing killers like The Oni. He was a devourer. Your teammates never stood a chance to begin with.
But you didn't know that.
The first time The Entity threw you into The Oni's world, you took off running. That's what your other teammates did, anyway. There had been a collective groan when the fog cleared and you all came to terms with where you were--- then a grim caress of fear that seemed to possess all of you. The sight of your teammates so flighty had struck you the wrong way and you weren't going to go about asking questions about it.
The primal roar in the distance said all that you needed to know.
What was this place, anyway?
It was like you'd time-travelled to Edo-era Japan. It was beautiful and antique and you'd never seen anything quite like it. But you'd always wanted to travel to Japan.
The Entity took that chance away from you.
You found yourself reminiscing over all those lost opportunities. You were never going to get them back. You should've gone even when you were sure you were going to be dirt poor afterwards. You should have taken the chance and travelled everywhere as soon as you got the money for it. You didn't even know what you were saving for. Everyone else was doing it, so you supposed you were supposed to as well. But what was the point of having so much money if you couldn't even use it to buy the things that would make you happy?
If you could go back, you would leap at the chance to travel somewhere here. But you supposed that 'here' wouldn't really exist in the real world. Not like this. Not at the peak of it's grandeur.
Ha! The irony.
Could you even call this a privilege when you were only here to die?
You heard Kate cry out in the distance. You flinched; you needed to wake up. Work on some gens. You were still running aimlessly, trying to get away---
Kate had just died, and here you were.
Admiring the scenery.
Idiot.
You'd always been little airy-fairy. Not quite there, sometimes too much in the moment, sometimes a little too far off. It meant you had a lot of delayed reactions, such as now.
Right now, you needed to be thinking of how to stay alive and keep your teammates that way, too.
So you headed for the house, running faster than ever. The doors were open and you could already see the gen.
"Quick," you muttered to yourself.
Before he catches up to you.
You hadn't seen The Oni, but you'd heard stories about him. Gruesome stories of his brutal, unforgiving nature, his mistaken dignity and honour. A true warrior who had been corrupted by his blood thirst.
You wondered how a samurai of all things learned such villainy. Weren't they all about honour? That's what you'd read in your books, at least. Now you weren't so sure.
Before entering the house with the gen in sight, you paused. You know you shouldn't of. You know that he was the last person in this hellish world deserving of respect when he was literally out killing all of you, but---
But this was different.
"It's the bare minimum," you reassured yourself. It helped comfort your warring fear that you were crazy. That you were empathising with a killer.
You took off your shoes and aligned them neatly outside before heading in and working the gen.
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Too easy.
It was all too easy. Sometimes so much so that it got boring very quickly--- the same chase, the same screams, the same mindless fury that Entity infused him with. It wasn't as though he cared about the survivors in any way. He couldn't care less if they had families, let alone worth it personalities. But there was no more motive behind the kills. No more drive.
It was the ultimate disgrace to his honour---
But if Kazan admitted that, what would the Entity do?
It would be an insult. It would risk his life and extended existence, and there was so much he hadn't done yet. So much he was already doing that he had vowed to finish. One day the Entity would release him and he would resume his life and old purpose. Or maybe he would start all over again and honour his father better.
That was his secret hope.
You were the last survivor. He hadn't met you yet. Hadn't even heard of you, but he knew that you weren't fresh of the boat if you had eluded him so easily. You must have heard things or been smart to ask if it meant that it was your first instinct to run.
"Shoes...?" He muttered to himself.
He could hear you working on the gen. You were so diligent. So focused.
So naive--- how had you not heard him?
Well, Kazan had been taking his time with you. He didn't attempt to be quiet often. The kills were usually so quick that it didn't even matter. He was fast and they were prey and he would consume them before they even knew they were food.
But that was a thought for another day, because---
Because---
You had put your shoes outside. You had set them up neatly. It was a custom he had almost forgotten about and learned not to apply to the survivors. He never bothered to hold it against them, either. In this game of life and death, customary traditions were the last of any of their worries, even his.
And yet you had remembered.
Something dead twitched in his cold, hollow heart. It was small, but so significant that it barrelled into him--- a short breath escaped him in a husky puff.
Warmth.
He was feeling... warmth.
He looked up from your shoes. He watched you gently, the hardness receding from his gaze for that moment alone--- he observed your fixated frown, the nimble work of your fingers, the way you were still too absorbed to notice him...
Kill.
The Entity's voice startled him, even if it didn't show. It had been a while since she had spoke to him at all, and it was only at the start when he'd been summoned to this cruel arena of death.
Her voice was sharp. Cutting.
A warning.
Kill.
Was this all they were meant to do? To kill and consume, to die and be reborn, only for the cycle to continue until the end of eternity?
Could he really kill you now?
He would never admit it. Not allowed, unless he wanted to die. But the Entity's voice, it had disgusted him. It probably knew that. Somehow, even a fraction of his hesitance had amounted into something significant enough for the Entity to speak--- it knew all.
It knew he wanted to spare you, just for this small gesture.
But it knew he wouldn't.
Kazan killed you in cold blood.
He thought about you long after.
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The Oni was said to roar when he killed. It was loud and brutal and everyone knew about it--- you became a sacrifice in his hands, and you died with honour.
Did he hate you?
Why had he killed you so silently?
One moment you had been working on the gen. The next you were dead. All you saw was a flash of a grotesque mask. It was drenched in blood but you were still able to make out the curving and elongated features of it, the bright red eyes that shone through and burned through your soul. You hadn't even had time to scream. To feel scared. He had grabbed you and killed you from behind and all you'd seen was the blur that the last seconds of living had afforded you--- in that way, you felt betrayed.
Had you insulted him by doing what you had thought would appease him?
You hadn't even intended to win his favour. That gesture had been out of respect for his culture. It had been more for you than anything.
Did he think you were shitting on his culture instead? What the fuck?
You were more angry about it than you had right to be. Jake was out doing his alone-time things in the woods when you bumped into him, kicking twigs and punching trees.
"Are you okay?"
"Fine," you grumbled. Jake didn't believe you, and you were terrible at hiding things. You sighed. "I hate killers! I hate them! What the fuck!"
Jake's usually impassive face betrayed the hint of a smile. "I know."
"Why are they such heartless pains in the ass?"
"They're built that way."
"Were they not people, once upon a time?"
"Hardly." Jake shrugged. He tried to end the conversation there, but you kept following him around and eventually he was forced to sit when you clung to his sleeve. "They have inhuman backstories. So I've heard."
"And what's The Oni's?"
Jake snorted. "He's bothering you?"
"Is it that unbelievable?"
"He's not worth a backstory," Jake said. "Trust me. He's purely in it for the kill."
Somehow, that made you angrier.
You clung to Jake's sleeve harder when he tried to stand, and he looked at you, slightly irritated.
"Can I go now?"
"No," you said flatly.
"What do you want?"
You stopped. He sighed.
You let go of his sleeve and sat there, fighting tears. They fell anyway.
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Kazan didn't understand you.
You didn't understand Kazan.
You kept unintentionally respecting him, and he kept killing you. he didn't really know how to react, actually. You were too...
Too-
Too kind.
He caught himself stalking you outside of trials. He covered it up by banging on the boundary that separated the killers from the victims and acting like he was trying to come after you. At first you were scared. He regretted scaring you.
Kazan did it again and again anyway. It had been a while since he'd felt anything. The more trials he had with you, the more things he was left to grapple with. He hated it.
He yearned for it.
So he kept seeking you out.
You were kind. A bit stupid--- how could you not see how the other survivors abused your purpose and skillset? Or did you know? Why did you let it happen if you knew?
You seemed to like the other survivors, though. He couldn't understand why.
He quickly learned that you were sentimental. Ah. That made sense. No wonder you bothered with things such as cultural customs.
Sentimental was not good. It meant emotional.
To be emotional in a place like this was to kill yourself over and over, and everyone knew it. It had established the natural order of kill or be killed. Survive or die. And yet you were there, uprooting it.
No wonder everyone borderline disliked you. You showed too much interest in doing more, being more. Connecting.
How long had it been since he'd connected?
He supposed he had Rin. His descendant. But that was a bit different, wasn't it?
"What the fuck is your problem?" You'd yelled out once. You'd startled him by coming right up to the boundary and screaming in his face--- he'd stopped trying to break it just to let you speak. "What the fuck do you want? Why do you want to kill me so bad? Are you okay? Are you good?" You paused to take a breath. You were panting, hot in the cheeks, sweat beginning to bead in your hairline. "Are you fucking okay?"
He should have been angry. Who gave you the right to talk to him in such a way?
Who?
Who gave you a right to make him feel like this?
Feel anything?
And who the fuck gave you the right to make him feel bad of all things when he caught you crying?
He wouldn't have seen them if you hadn't turned your head that slightest angle, the sun hitting the thing glaze of your tears. They were shining.
You seemed to realise you were about to fall apart the same time he did and retreated. Why were you embarrassed?
Why was he contradicting himself?
Kazan watched you run away into the woods. He growled when he saw that black haired one who often pretended to ignore you sigh to himself and then run after you.
He shouldn't have stalked the both of you as far as the barrier allowed him to. Shouldn't have hid when he heard you sobbing out loud, shouldn't have stayed hidden when that stupid survivor took you into his arms--- pretending to hate it--- and let you cry there as he battled with his red cheeks.
The next time he had a trial with Jake Park, he brutalised him again and again.
Jake didn't know why, of course. And would The Oni ever tell him?
No.
Because how would he even begin to explain what he was feeling when he didn't even know himself?
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You'd had enough.
The Oni had made you his obsession over and over, saving you for last. It had made his kills twice as brutal and twice as painful because know you were always ready for them.
And recently he'd been coming on to you with a vengeance, like you'd done something wrong.
You were going to sort this out for once and for all. Somewhere along the way it had become incredibly personal and this undiscovered connection and had become intimate, even if it was mostly comprised of him killing you for more than just that, killing you. Somehow that alone made it all the more emotional, all the more addictive.
You couldn't run away; there was nowhere to go.
So the next time you had a chance, you went to his realm on your own. You hunted him down and yelled in his face--- he hadn't expected you, clearly.
He had been meditating in his temple and suddenly you had come flying out of nowhere.
"Why are you doing this?" You shouted. "Why do you keep doing this? I don't get it. What have I done to hurt you so personally?"
The Oni scrambled--- ungracefully-- to his feet and stood up.
"Are you seriously going to kill me again?" you wailed. "Outside of a trial of all things? I just came to talk! Because you're a bully! A mean fucking bully!"
The Oni hesitated, his hand uncurling from his katana.
"I hate you!" You yelled.
He said nothing. Of course he did.
Now you just felt embarrassed.
"I hope I never get put in a trial with you ever again!"
That prompted the Oni to take a step closer to you. You were already walking away, though, and was surprised to find the Oni close behind, trailing at a modest distance away. You walked faster. So did he.
You walked slower.
So did he.
"Go away," you mumbled, shoving your feet back into your shoes. "You make me so mad. I don't know what I've done to piss you ff this much, but I hope it's worth it!"
The Oni kept following you.
It was quickly becoming aggravating. You stopped and turned around, probably to yell at him, but seeing him just standing there made you too mad for words and you turned back around to walk. You stomped your foot and screamed at the sky.
You hated this.
It made no sense.
You jumped at the feeling of a hand curling around yours. It was big and meaty and riddled with scars and veins. It was a human hand. The Oni's hand.
And he was touching you gently, like you could break at any moment.
Like he was sorry.
But Kazan would never say it.
"...Stay," he said.
You gawked. You hadn't even realised he could talk. You'd been sure his only language was punching and letting out battle cries. Still, over the revelation, you glared at him. "Are you crazy? What if you kill me?"
"I won't."
He held your hand slightly tighter. Was that a threat?
You pulled away your hand to test it; he didn't try squeeze it harder.
Not a threat.
"Um..."
Oh.
What did you do now?
You hadn't expected this.
"Stay," he said again.
"Why?"
"For tea."
You felt like laughing. Was he serious? Was he actually genuine? For tea? He wanted you to stay for tea? Huh? What? Why-
"Yes," you said. "Okay."
You were staying for tea.
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The Oni was... Not what you expected. He didn't say much, but when he did, it was choked and gruff like he wasn't used to talking. And maybe he wasn't.
You were skeptical the whole time, but not once did he move to hurt you. He didn't even poison the tea that he made--- hand ground and the water boiled over a fire. He showed you his every move with distinct slowness like he knew you were watching.
"Does it ever get lonely here?" You found yourself blurting. "All alone. I mean, I heard you're related to Rin. Is that true?"
All you got was a nod. You weren't sure whether that was to the first or the second question, but you ran with it.
"Do you often make tea?"
He shook his head.
"Am I annoying you?"
The Oni looked at you again--- this time sharply, and you tensed and held your breath. You weren't expect the flash of deadpan attitude in his eyes when he sighed and turned away.
"So... I'm not?"
"Drink your tea," he said.
You did.
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You should have never come back.
But the tea...
The tea was good.
Yeah, the tea.
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So... Kazan may like you more than he thought.
It wasn't intentional; it had just happened. You kept coming for tea, he kept listening to you babble, and he started to crave your company the second you left. You had managed to fill a gap in his chest that he hadn't even realised had been vacant to begin with.
You were just so beautiful.
It had caught him by surprise. One day you came to his realm, took off your shoes and waited for him to pour you a cup of tea and it had struck him that you were the most stunning thing to exist in all his millennia of living, and could spend a millenia more of just admiring you if you allowed. But you never did.
You always thought something was wrong when he stared at you for too long. Always took it as your cue to leave.
Kazan regretted killing you over and over again.
Maybe if he didn't, you'd be more willing to trust him again.
"Yamaoka Kazan," he said one afternoon. It had slipped out. You were in the middle of talking and then he'd just said it.
"Pardon?"
"My name."
"Oh, well if I'm right, you introduced yourself with your last name first. Out of respect, should I call you Mr Yamaoka?"
That alone sent a shudder down his spine. Kazan barely managed to hide it. The only thing stopping him was his need for you to say it again, say it more intimately. Say it like you meant it. And not his last name.
"No," he said.
You were past that. You deserved more. Deserved everything.
But selfishly, he wanted something from you first.
Hesitantly, you tried his name in your mouth. "... Kazan?"
Kazan.
Kazan.
Kazan.
Suddenly he was just a man, not a killer. A man who had lived and breathed and felt things, and now he felt them for you.
"Well, if we're on that level, my name is Y/n."
"Y/n."
You looked away from him, and he smirked beneath his mask.
It seemed he affected you just as much.
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I swear to the universe the only thing i could think of with 'you were staying for tea' was that meme from mulan like 'would you like to stay for dinner' and then the grandma yelling out 'would you like to stay forever' but it's rin
I wanna write a pt. 2 for this but would you be interested in that?
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The Huntress, The Mastermind and The Oni x Altruistic survivor
Fandom: Dead by Daylight
Characters: The Huntress, The Mastermind and The Oni
Work Count: 2.6k
Rating: PG
Prompt: The killers catch feelings for an utterly altruistic survivor who keeps getting shafted by their team. In other words, a survivor new to the trials with horrible self-preservation instincts who can't stop getting taken advantage of by the rest of the group. I.E., used for healing, as a meat shield, or as live bait, only to be thrown under the bus by the rest of the team.
A/N: PART TWO HERE!
The Huntress
Considering Anna's spent the longest time in the Entity's realm, she's hardly a stranger to watching altruism leading people to their demise. Hundreds of different occasions to hundreds of other victims, but for some reason, when she sees this continue to happen to you, it affects her differently. She is hardly one to understand her own feelings but does identify that primal, underlying mother-bear urge to protect. It'd be heart-moving if it weren't for the fact the two of you were pitted against each other in a death game. So the best she can manage for a while is to try and go easier on you against the Entity's watch.
This worked for some time, keeping her from getting too distracted out of trials worrying about you, knowing at least she'll be there to help, even if it appeared as though everyone else was ready to backstab you.
However, despite her best efforts to keep you out of harm's way, her plan backfired after a hatchet thrown at Ash wound up nailing you square in the spine after you stupidly decided it was wise to get him out of the way. Fortunately, you were fast enough to save Ash but not quick enough to save yourself. Finding yourself face down in a puddle of your own blood before you even knew what hit you. Already exhausted, low in sanity, and beaten down, you were ready to accept this would be the bitter end of another unsuccessful trial for you.
Looking up pitifully from your belly in the grass, you felt the hatchet stuck in your back, catching the moon's light as you felt the steel blade spilling your warm blood. You couldn't stop the pathetic, choked, gurgling sounds of terror you sobbed, watching the Huntress stalking towards you. 'Please not another Mori, please not again.' Were your final thoughts as the tall woman loomed over you, her face expressionless and totally hidden under her signature rabbit mask.
"You should be more careful."
Still shaking like a leaf in agonizing pain below her, you could only gape. You'd never heard her speak before and found yourself captivated by the gruff yet, almost affectionate tone of her voice despite the situation. You were so focused on what you'd heard you hadn't even realized she'd pulled the hatchet from your back until you felt your deep wound rupturing in pain as she harshly pulled upward, causing you to scream in agony.
"Stay here."
Without another word, she departed into the trial, and you could do nothing but groan and shudder in pain as you helplessly listened to the sound of your teammates going down one by one against the bloodthirsty killer.
By the time she returned to your sad, pathetic form, nearly all feeling had left your body, and you hardly even noticed she was there. Not until you saw her shadowy visage looking down at you.
"You're going to die soon. Sorry."
What the hell were you supposed to say to that? You recoiled in fear as you saw her kneeling down to be closer to you. Expecting her to slit your throat and end this bizarre trial swiftly, she carefully scooped you up in her arms instead. Pulling your body close to her chest in her strong arms, careful not to accidentally touch your open wound and amplify your suffering. You were surprised to feel warmth resonating from her body, for the first time hearing the powerful, steady sound of her heart beating in her chest. If it weren't for the insane blood loss, you knew you'd be blushing. Doing your best to summon the last of the strength in your body, you managed to rasp out,
"The hatchet you threw at me, was it- Did you hit me by mistake?"
Not verbalizing an answer, Anna only grunted and nodded at you. In response, you couldn't help but feel sorry for the Huntress. Curling into her chest, you nestled your head to her bosom, pressing your cheek softly against the warmth emanating from her chest, muttering one last thing before whiting out.
"It's going to be ok. I forgive you."
The Oni
When the Oni watched you in his first few matches with you, hyper-focused on healing your team and repairing the generators, he was ready to write you off as a profoundly unskilled survivor. Merely avoiding any bold confrontation or chases to try and appease the Entity and get by the most cowardly way possible. And there was nothing the Oni hated more than watching the weak cowering to survive.
He instantly decided to single you out in the next several matches, only to discover you weren't afraid to take a hit and provoke him. Ready to give chase, lead him away from others and struggle to live on par with any other he'd fought with any other in this realm.
Kazan takes the longest of all the killers to realize you weren't actually some coward but an altruist. Though, to be fair, he doesn't understand the concept of altruism, let alone why one like yourself with the ability to fight and survive would waste time protecting others.
Generally, in these situations, he'd respect you or at least deem you competent and resolute enough for him not to look down upon you, but something just wasn't right here, something he couldn't quite understand.
Something about how you so admittedly refused to conform to his standards made him despise you even more than when he thought you were weak.
This culminated at the end of another match against you, a game you had, despite your best efforts, managed to live longest to hear the hatch spawn. Kazan was hot on your trail, but as his luck would have it, the hatch spawned several meters directly in front of you. All you needed to do now was spring forward, and the escape would be yours. Yet to his great annoyance, rather than seizing the opportunity you had, you decided to take a sharp turn, avoiding the escape in hopes of allowing the others still on the map to save themselves and prolong the chase.
Emitting a fearsome battle cry of fury, Kazan lunged forward, catching you off guard before harshly pinning you to a wall by your shoulders as you let out a cry of pain. As the skin of your face felt the harsh abrasions of the wall, you squeezed your eyes shut, awaiting him to deal his killing blow, yet it never came. Instead, all you could hear were his choppy breathing and that awful heartbeat you could never escape from as you could practically feel the hate in his eyes bearing down upon you. The longer you were held here, the more the anticipation of it all terrified you, causing tremors of fear to run through you, and weakly you tried to squirm against his hold, only to hiss in pain as he tightened his grip, the armor on his hands digging into the flesh of your poor shoulders.
"You hear that, little survivor?"
Confused by what he meant, you stopped squirming for a moment, recoiling in fear as you felt the Oni adjust his grip so you were fixed in place by only one of his strong hands, which wrapped along your neck, just about daring you to try and wiggle away from him. You tried to look over your shoulder to get a good look at the Oni, but the force he used to push you up against the wall kept you practically locked in place.
"Do I hear what?"
"It's just you and me here. None of your teammates are coming to save you. I could gut you like a fish right here, and not one of them would try and stop me."
To emphasize his point, you felt him warningly pressing the blade of his Katana against the back of your shirt, knowing with just a bit more pressure, he could easily slice the measly fabric to scraps, followed by your skin.
As though you couldn't be dumbfounded enough, you felt the Oni sheath his weapon, wrapping his other hand around your throat before jerking your body away from the wall. You were blind with panic as you felt your body limp in his hold, dragged by him as he walked backward to lead you, God knows where. You were still limp and moments from death when you felt your body hoisted off the ground as the Oni dangled you in front of him, holding you by your neck in a fearsome grip that threatened you to fight back now.
"Let this be a lesson to you. You will never survive playing the meat shield like this, and if I catch you playing the martyr again, I will decapitate you."
It wasn't until you felt the awful pain around your throat suddenly vanish and your body fell straight down that you realized the most ruthless killer you knew just threw you neck first into the hatch you ran from moments before to safety.
The Mastermind
Considering how it was so pathetically easy for Wesker to take you down, he didn't really pay you much mind in any capacity. Just another weak pawn for him to play with and torture like so many before. In truth, he was almost amused by how it always ended up being you wound up within his tentacles before being smashed into a wall as you braced yourself in pain, as though maybe this time you would be rescued rather than being left out to die like every time before.
Wesker genuinely got off on the power he felt he held over you, the weakest link who couldn't help but continue to face an endless slaughter. That was until he started connecting the dots, however. When he realized you were always going to try and prolong a chase rather than save yourself, or heal another before attending to your own wounds. It wasn't that you were skillless and a victim of incompetency; you knew exactly what you were doing, and you were practically trying to get caught!
That realization left a considerable blow to his ego, as all those prior effortless kills he had over you felt empty. Almost worse than hollow, actually. You knew what you were doing. You weren't taking him seriously! Or rather, you saw facing the killer as a second priority to keeping your team alive.
It took a particularly abysmal match on Wesker's part to finally confront you about what was happening. Unlike so many games before now, he felt like he was being played like an amateur against this group of survivors. They appeared to be one step ahead of him, running him in circles, catching him off guard, and somehow evading his capture.
By the end of the match, it was just the two of you, as the other three managed to find the exit and save themselves, leaving you as the sacrificial goat to keep him distracted for the good of the rest of the team. You figured that was going on about halfway through the game but didn't feel any need to interfere with this plan. You knew what to do in situations like this, and you weren't about to try and change things up now. Particularly, you couldn't help but smile to yourself watching the typically so tenacious and composed Mastermind buckling under the pressure and couldn't hide the humiliation and shame of ending a match with zero kills under his belt.
Well, almost zero kills, you thought bitterly to yourself as you tried to limp your way to the exit gate despite Wesker hot on your heels and the copious blood you could feel pouring from your wounds.
Just when you were about to think you might survive this one, you felt a tendril wrap around your ankle, throwing you off balance, knocking the wind out of you, and you fell chest-first into the ground below. You were pulled closer to the Mastermind and twisted to lay on your back as you tried desperately to cling to anything that might prolong your inevitable slaughter, all to no avail. To your surprise, when you were finally dragged within arm's reach, Wesker retracted the tentacle from around your ankle as he planted one foot in the center of your chest. Firmly standing with just enough of his body weight to keep you rooted and stop you from squirming but not enough to hurt you. At least, not as much as you would typically expect from him.
"What will it take for you to finally fight back!? You idiot, don't you know they're only using you to survive! They won't respect you watching you pay like a suicidal maniac- what could you possibly gain from all this!"
You wanted to have the inner strength to tell him to fuck off. Or to say you won't believe a word he was saying, but you didn't have it in you anymore. Something about how you were just all too familiar with what was happening, and Wesker just perfectly verbalized your fear that this was just going to keep happening and happening. Unfortunately, it took the most self-serving man to exist within this realm to call out the selfishness of your so-called allies to bring you to the heartbreaking reality of your situation.
Before you knew what was happening, you felt a weak sob leave your chest as tears seeped from the corners of your eyes.
"I know you're right. But at this point, what other choice do I have? If I were in their place, I would've done the same- It's too late for me now."
At this moment, you were ready for Wesker to do his worst. Killing you was his only hope to salvage this truly awful trial. Furthermore, you were sobbing and feeling sorry for yourself, exactly what you knew Wesker hated to see in people. Panting heavily, you looked up at Wesker through teary eyes. You could've sworn you saw his expression soften for just a moment pulling you to your feet. You were wobbly, but he firmly held onto your shoulders, keeping you steady, his face unreadable as he looked at you.
"Your team played better than I've ever seen before. You beat me today. You are as strong as any of them; your team would be dead if it weren't for you. I don't need you offering me a pity kill. But let this be a lesson. If I ever see you making a mockery of me in the next match, I won't hesitate. Now go find an escape before I change my mind."
And without another word, he took off, leaving you baffled about what just happened and with bitterness and resentment planted in your heart. Of course, you knew it was wrong to doubt your own team, considering you were all ultimately in the same dire situation. But for the first time since you were brought to this awful place, you felt severely unsure where your real loyalties lay.
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Y/N: AND BY THE ENTITY, I WILL BRING WRATH UPON YOU LIKE I AM THE ONLY THING STANDING BETWEEN HELL AND SATAN HIMSELF
Oni: *tears of joy, finally someone who understands him*
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So i do have a request, and its like dom survivor male and trapper/Oni(choose between them(also maybe they're been eyeing the survivor for a while)) bottom, but in the saloon match and in the room that you can only enter by the window, so the survivor(dom) trappes himself there and them the killer see that as a opportunity to get the survivor seeds since now he is trapped there with them
interesting, I like this💪
Cw: Degradation, Cumplay, Slight overstimulation and some hair pulling
Kazan Yamokoa was certainly not the desperate type, or so he thought. But when he met you he couldn’t resist getting his hands on you. It became an obsession of possessiveness and lust. He wanted you, he needed you! Everything about you was what he adored in a partner.
But he didn’t hide this well. You could tell that he wanted you because every-time you both first got into chase you could see the outline of his hard cock. You’d of course couldn’t resist making the most teasing comments and he couldn’t complain. It turned him on even more.
It could’ve been a usual match if you weren’t there. It was You, Elódie, Jake and that bastard David. Before he had his time with you he made sure to slaughter everyone of your friends by hand. Elódie had her tongue ripped out and so did Jake but David had an even more graphic outcome. But after that gruesome scene he had to find you.
He looked around everywhere and he finally hears your smooth voice. “Looking for me?” You ask with a smirk as he quickly turns around. He looks down to see you standing right at the hatch. You look down at it than to him with a sly grin. “I won’t hop in it just yet.” You move closer to him “But your gonna need to give me something to make me stay okay Kazan?”
He nods. “Come and catch me handsome!” You shout running over to the saloon. You run upstairs watching ad he quickly follows after you. You make sure he see you vaulting so he can follow in. He steps in quickly looking around as he sees you on the bed with with you legs spread and a smile on your face.
That look of superiority would’ve made him pissed if it wasn’t you. He leans into you trying to keep any amount of intimidation he had but ultimately failing. You pull him into your face feeling his breath on you. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and get on your knees?” You taunt.
He quickly gets on his knees pulling your hard cock out and giving it a few pumps. You throw your head back moaning out as he does his best to make you cum. His technique is sloppy and messy it’s clear he’s never really done anything like this.
He switches to both of his large hands sliding them quickly up and down helping you get closer to your peak. If anyone was still in the match they'd probably hear you both right outside of the saloon but you didn’t care. He was making you feel great. You grab his hair holding it there to ground yourself.
“Faster.” You mutter out. Your eyes roll back as he picks up his brutal pace. “Fuck! That’s it gonna make me cum baby.” You smirk as he picks up his inhumane speed. Your orgasm hits you like a train making your eyes roll back into your head as your mouth opens in a silent scream.
He looks at his hands watching as the glossy liquid coats his fingers. He pauses for a moment before greedily licking it off his hands. He than bends down to your cock licking any extra cum. He breaths heavily smiling at you. He grabs your dick making you jolt in surprise. “More.”
You smirk at him. “What a fucking cumslut.” You laugh. “Well, get to work.” He nods immediately getting to work. He was gonna get as much cum as he could from you no matter what.
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Recieving a love letter
Part two
You decided that the best time to give it to them (pause) is during a trial
Characters: Oni, Trapper, Deathslinger, Mastermind, Cannibal, Ghostface
Warnings: Internalized Homophobia, Death, some spice
Male!reader
The Oni - Kazan Yamaoka
Impossible... You're both men
Kazan cannot accept this
This simply wasn't acceptable during his era
He immediately smashes your head in with his Kanabo on instinct
Gay panic defense
The evil has been dealt with, Kazan lets out a deep exhale
But...his eyes wander to the letter, still within your cold, stiff grasp
Advantages come from all angles... Don't they?
Kazan takes the letter, convincing himself he'll use whatever information he finds inside against you
It smells like you... Not that he checked
(He did)
A red wax seal holds the letter closed
Kazan looks closer
You had carved his family crest into the wax
Something foreign invades his body, something other than rage
It's nervousness
He opens the letter, making sure to keep the seal intact
For no reason in particular
(He's pocketing that mofo)
Instantly, he's impressed by your penmanship
So organized, clean, and sharp
But its contents are even more eye catching
The love letter is short and sweet
But what follows is even sweeter
A haiku
Kazan feels his heart skip a beat
He checks it once, then again, and one more for good measure
Yep, no mistakes
The loud pop of a gen echoes through the trialground, snapping him out of his trance
Kazan whips his head all around, looking for witnesses
Finding none, he pockets the letter
He stares at your lifeless body, feeling something else flutter in his chest
Guilt
The Trapper - Evan MacMillan
Evan stares at you as you hold your letter out for him to take
After a long, uncomfortable silence, he takes it
He brings it to his face, inspecting it through the holes of his mask
Evan has absolutely no idea what to do here
He looks back at you
"Do you...want me to fuck you?"
Romantic gestures are new territories for Evan, so he honestly thinks this is just your way of asking for dick
Whichever the case, he has a job to do
He puts you down without hesitation and hooks you up, leaving without a second glance
He's still holding the letter
Part of him wants to rip it up, and the other is curious to know what you wrote
He sloppily tears the letter open, reading it hastily as he walks to the next gen
Evan stops when he reads a bit more
You weren't asking for a ball slapping, eye watering, toe curling, deep dick fuck...
You were asking for his heart
You wanted all of him, hooks and all
Okay now he feels a bit bad
Evan reads some more
You actually drew a portrait of him within the letter, saying you learnt of his knack for art from Philip
Now he feels even worse
He lets the others save you without hiccup
In fact, he basically leaves for alone for the rest of the trial
He stops chasing and hurting the others occasionally to stare at you from afar, observing that focused look on your face as you work on gens or heal a teammate
Evan feels butterflies and he no longer has the strength to swat at them
It doesn't matter if he kills all your friends or if they opened the gates and left; Eventually, you're alone with him
He holds your letter out, watching as confusion sets on your face
"I'm dirty and sloppy... I'll ruin it"
He sounds vulnerable, waiting for you to respond
You curl your hand over his, folding the letter into his palm
"I want you to keep it," you say softly, as of talking to an apprehensive deer
He doesn't know what to say
Whatever he was going to respond with gets stuck in his throat as you lean in to kiss the cheek of his mask
He watches as you leave through the exit gate, glancing down at the letter in his hand
The Deathslinger - Caleb Quinn
Obviously you're joking... Right?
Cuz there's no way you'd be attracted to someone like him— Old, beat-up, and grumpy
You'd have to push him some more if you want him to accept the letter
Convince him you're being genuine
Eventually, he gives in and takes the letter from you
He glances around nervously, like he's expecting the other survivors to jump out and laugh at him for falling for the joke
He opens the letter, stunned when he sees there's actually things written inside
A blush creeps into his face as he reads, only deepening when he reads more
After he's done, Caleb can't even meet your gaze
After a few moments of silence, he speaks
"I can.....uhhh....keep this... right?"
Talk about awk as hell
Even after the trial, he lies awake thinking about it
Caleb rereads the letter over and over
You're gonna have to be the one to seek him out outside of trials since he's way too embarrassed now
"Yer serious 'bout this, ain'tcha?"
He decides to let his guard down just a bit to let you in
Be prepared to give him lots of reassurance
"Yer sure ya ain't mistaken?"
Caleb isn't one for words, so instead of writing you a letter, he makes you trinkets out of scrap metal
If you kiss him as thanks, he'll actually die on the spot
So please don't... unless you're evil as hell
The Mastermind - Albert Wesker
Wesker makes you kneel as you give him the letter
After snatching it out of your hands, he scans it meticulously
"I see you've made eleven spelling mistakes"
He enjoys the way you tense up instantly, like a puppy waiting to be put on punishment
"How adorable"
He ALLOWS you to watch him put the letter in his inner coat pocket
He would never admit it, but this certainly boosted his ego to new heights
Albert lifts you off the ground and tosses you over his shoulder
He carries you to the basement
"Stay here while I deal with your companions"
He leaves to kill the rest of your friends
After every hook, he pats his chest to make sure the letter is still there
He'll deny he ever did that if you ask him though
Once he returns, Wesker will bombard you with questions, expecting an answer within 5 seconds or less
What took you so long? What do you like most about him? Would you choose him over your friends? How can you satisfy him?
He loves how easily you crumble under his interrogation, blushing and stammering like a fool
Once he's had his fill, he picks you up again
He carries you to hatch
Before he lets you go, he grips your chin and makes you look at him
"I suppose I ought to leave you with something"
Wesker reaches into his coat and pulls out a pair of sunglasses
"I hope you can explain this to your allies," he chuckles
Before you can protest, he puts them on you and drops you into the hole
The Cannibal - Bubba Sawyer
Freezes in place and gasps when he sees you hold out your letter
He lets out a happy squeal before dropping his hammer and chainsaw to the ground
Bubba takes the letter from you gently, treating it like glass
He immediately plops onto the ground
He tears open the envelope carefully and take out the letter
He's completely forgotten about the trial
He reads the letter, shaking with excitement
It's sappy, sweet, and everything he's ever wanted
Even when the sounds of popping generators ring through the trial grounds, Bubba doesn't take his eyes off the letter for a second
He occasionally stops reading to either make a sound of happiness or cover his face out of embarrassment
Once he's finished, Bubba will stand up and pull you into a bone-crushing hug, lifting you up a bit and swaying you around like a ragdoll
You're definitely leaving this trial unharmed
He grabs your hand tightly, marching over to the hatch or exit gates and lets you leave with a goofy wave
The Entity doesn't even punish him for it since his joy was so great it made up for the lack of bad emotions from the survivors
He immediately works on writing a letter for you after the trial is over
The next time you see him, expect another bear hug followed by a letter being shoved in your face
It's messy, sticky, and covered in glitter
Crudely drawn hearts cover the inside as the letters are shaky and almost intelligible
But you can tell Bubba put his whole heart into it
The Ghostface - Danny Johnson
Instantly smug as hell
"Oh, what's that? That for me?"
He takes it from you and immediately tears it open, tossing the envelope behind him nonchalantly
His mask moves as he visibly reads through the letter, occasionally chuckling and shaking his head
Danny finds this scenario so fucking funny— A survivor having a crush on a killer
After he's done, he looks up at you
"Do you have daddy issues or something?'
He laughs loudly when he sees a hurt expression flash across your face, walking over to wrap an arm around your shoulders
"I'm just messing with ya, cutie"
Danny marches over with his head high to one of the hooked survivors, waving the letter in their face
You stand to the side awkwardly, unable to meet your friend's bewildered look
"Your homeboy is down bad for me. Whaddya think about that?"
The survivor grits their teeth struggling to keep the Entity's claw from puncturing their chest
"I think....Gah!...they.... have daddy issues...fuck!"
"THATS WHAT I SAID!"
You're never living this down
He goes around the map showing off your love letter to the others
After he finishes gloating, Danny hooks you
What? He's the Entity's favorite! He can't his reputation be tarnished
Outside of the trial, he follows you around like a shadow
He deadass interrupts your conversations with the others to tell you he wants attention, and you'd better deliver
Your love letter was basically an invitation for him to claim you as his own, whether you regret it or not
You're his now
Like a housecat that swats at others who get too close to their owner
"That kiss factory better be open, pookie"
He says shit like this in front of any survivor or killer
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Gonna do my best here lmao. I’m tumblr illiterate nowadays but I’m always a thirsty ho who never gets cold ykyk.
Not sure I wanna give actual name (sorry),
Nickname: Moon
Age: 30
Pronouns: She/her
Sexuality: Bisexual
Likes: I’m a lazy bones, I have a disability so I spend a lot of time doing little crafty hobbies when I’m able to. I struggle with taking care of myself so I need a little extra help. I do love horror movies, reptiles, and my current hyper-fixations are BG3, undertale, and flip book animations. Sorry if that isn’t much to work with haha. I’m a big animal lover and have always had many.
Dislikes: Large crowds/overstimulating environments, early mornings, the current state of society lmao and people who lack patience with other peoples needs and struggles.
Romantic/‘intimate’ likes: I’m a sub through and through. I like to feel small and like for my partner to take the lead. I’m all about intense power play when it’s with a trusted partner. Some more I guess specific would be hypnosis, pet play, kidnapping (fantasy), CNC, sub training, objectification, humiliation, and like let me be clear that I love traditional house/trophy wife AS FANTASY. I don’t want to get it twisted that I can separate fantasy and reality and can practice things safely with a partner I trust. I like mean guys, gals and pals.
Physical description: Short and thick. I definitely have an ass and thick thighs. I would be comfortable describing myself as fat but still getting used to the term and how it’s being reclaimed. I have brown eyes and olive toned skin. Lots of black hair that’s a bit longer than shoulder length.
The only fandoms in the list I really know much about would be BG3 and Dead by Daylight. I love me some monsters so I’m down for that.
I hope I’m doing this right and not wasting your time with rambling haha. I love your work and regardless I appreciate your time! Absolutely no pressure!
🌑
A hoe NEVER gets cold. No worries, i’m still learning tumblr myself. I do like the inboxes, though. Honestly, it’s perfect for writers. Also do not apologize for not wanting to state your name! That’s why I included self-insert/oc if people wish for anonymity!
I am also disabled… so some of this hit close to home. :,)
Kazan Yamaoka would like you. It’d be more like a doll deal honestly. You wormed your way into his vengeful and hate-filled life. You showed him a semblance of kindness. Something he hadn’t felt in a long time. In turn, he gets to own you. Taking care of you financially and physically is nothing to him, honestly. It’s quite easy. Your needs are simple and helping you with tasks doesn’t take much from him. He’s strong and tall so he’s got that benefit.
He also takes very good care of you in bed. He’s more than happy to oblige to your kinks. It’s kind of a match made in heaven. He loves to feel big and strong. He’s got you splayed on the bed before him. His cock proud and daunting as it weeps. How in the hell are you supposed to take that? He growls at you in threat when you shrink away from him as he inches towards your face. His hand, so large it nearly wraps around your whole skull, grips your hair tightly. You part your lips in obedience as he begins to nudge them. His pre-cum coating your tongue as he slides each inch in one by one. You are already choking on half of it. His lips thin as he sneers at you. “I’ll turn you into my personal slut. I do like seeing you choke on my cock like a pathetic whore.” You moan around his length and he groans deeply. Fingers tightening their grip as he forcefully pushes a little more into your throat. Tears spring in the corner of your eyes as your airway is cut off. “Cry all you want, bitch. Fighting me is hopeless.” He glances down at you once more to confirm your desire. Then, he begins to fuck into your throat like the beast he is. Growling and ripping moans from you with each dirty and deprived phrase he utters. Your thighs rubbing together as your cunt clenches around nothing.
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Oooh, I really liked that killers with a S/O who has a particular perk! May I ask for a reader whose perk is to be able to hide very well/slip away easely? As in, they are quite small and so they can crouch and slip through spaces other survivors can't to go unnotinced! Maybe the killer in question struggles to hook them because they keep slipping from his grasp, but reader never mocks him or anything and just runs away until the end of the trial where they leave an item behind as an apology (Hillbilly, Cannibal, Oni and Deathslinger, if it's not too much trouble! If they are too many, feel free to choose whichever!) Thank youuu 🩷
Hi there! What a lovely request, I hope yer happy with what I came up with! <3
The Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr with a slippery survivor
Max is good at hunting his prey, and he usually finds them quite easily.
But there’s always one person he struggles to catch. You.
Just when he thinks he’s gotten you cornered, you slip away somewhere. It’s really frustrating! How can you find that many cracks and nooks to sneak off into?
And his chainsaw can’t do shit once you’re out of sight again. Sure, he can saw through the wooden walls and search for you, but you’re never there.
It’s as if you disappear from the face of the earth.
One time, after a trial had ended and you, as the last survivor left, had probably escaped through the hatch, he had found something. He was going back into his house when he saw something in the mud of the cornfield.
A necklace. Shiny, must have been made of real gold.
Max had picked it up and examined it, a smile slowly growing on his lips. He knew you wore this kind of necklace, you must have either dropped it or left it here for him to find.
And his heart pointed towards the latter.
The Cannibal/Bubba Sawyer with a slippery survivor
Bubba isn’t the best tracker (it must be hard to see anything through that mask of his), but once he finds someone they won’t get away.
Except you, you always manage to get away somehow.
Be it a dark nook you can slip into, a hole that is perfectly shaped for you, or you simply just wiggle out of his grasp just as he’s about to put you on a hook.
You’re usually gone in seconds, he never has a chance to find you again.
This pains him greatly, you know that. He shrieks and yells in annoyance and anger, waving his chainsaw around in the air when he can’t find you anymore.
It almost makes you feel a bit bad.
A bit, only a bit. Enough to make you want to make it up to him somehow.
Not through sacrificing yourself though, gods no! But sometimes you leave behind small gifts for him to find.
It can be anything, really. A nice can you found in the cornfields, a bracelet that was buried in the mud. One time, you left a doll inside the house in the cornfields, knowing he would find it there after the trial.
You can only hope your little gestures are appreciated.
The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka with a slippery survivor
Kazan is a great tracker. Always has been.
He can smell blood a mile away, and see it as clear as red, shimmering pearls on the ground.
Naturally, prey have a hard time hiding from him once he has injured them.
And yet, there’s one he just can’t seem to ever catch.
This prey just vanishes from his sight the second he has injured them. It’s like they don’t even bleed! Sure, he can find trails of blood here and there, but it never leads him anywhere.
It drives him mad! If you’re in a trial these days, he’s almost certain he’s gonna leave with only three kills. You always seem to find the hatch as well, so.
Sometimes, Kazan finds things.
Things in places it’s never occurred to him to look before, but when he does he always finds a surprise.
It can be a hair tie, or even something of great worth, like a ring or earring.
Once he found a little crocheted doll, with black buttons for eyes.
He doesn’t know where these things appear from, but something tells him they appear from the same source that so easily disappears. And that thought is a bit amusing to him, it almost brings a smile to his lips at times.
The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn with a slippery survivor
Caleb is a proud man, that much you know.
He hates losing, and losing is exactly what he does these days whenever you’re in a trial.
His swearing can be almost amusing at times, when you peek out from a hiding place and see him frantically search for you. He never finds you, and eventually gives up.
You’ve lost count of all the times you’ve gotten the hatch.
All that being said, you make sure to never taunt him.
You don’t want to rub it in his face, he’s only doing his job here. And so are you. It’s nothing personal.
During the last trial, you had decided to try something a bit different. You had been tinkering on things at the campfire for a while, your latest project was carving a butter knife out of a piece of wood.
It wasn’t particularly pretty, but you liked it.
You had decided to leave it behind for Caleb to find, as a little gift for all his troubles catching you.
So, you had left it inside the Dead Dawg Saloon, at the bar. Then, you had hid.
When the rest of the gang had escaped, and Caleb eventually got back to the saloon with heavy steps, he had found it.
You had watched as he had taken the butter knife in his hand, weighed it (why would you weigh a butter knife??) and examined it.
You will never forget the smile on his lips, as he had whispered: “What in the goddamn…” and put the knife in his jacket pocket before leaving.
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“Gentle Motions” Kazan Yamaoka |Oni| x Male Reader
Requested by Rivvyp on Ao3
Contains: Fluff, Emotional Kazan, Male Reader, Lightly Edited
Gentle hands massage in circular motions pulling an almost purr from Kazan as he lay in your lap soaking up the attention you were bestowing upon him. Slowly you worked on untangling the man’s hair pulling out knots and debris. You were gentle, treating the burly man as if he could shatter. The way you were dotting over the man had his heart flipping in his chest, a wetness pooling in his eyes.
You were angelic from where you sat. Your head leaning over the killer’s as you observed his eyes behind his mask. The few rays of light emitting from the glowing moon just beyond the bamboo surrounding the both of you illuminated your face softly, accentuating your features. You were the most beautiful man to exist in the eyes of the man lying in your lap. Everything from the slope of your nose to the beautiful hue of your eyes pulled Kazan in drowning him in your soft beauty until he felt as if he may choke.
His throat tightened when your lips curled upward in a smile. A sight he couldn’t think he could handle when paired with the messaging of his scalp or the heat radiating from the tips of your fingers. Suffocating was the only way the man could describe the mushy feeling overtaking his usual uncontrollable rage.
Somehow you had managed to do the impossible Kazan observed as he let his sword slip from his fingers feeling no need to cling to his most useful source of protection when cradled by your love.
#dead by daylight#dead by daylight killer#dead by daylight x reader#kazan yamaoka#kazan yamaoka x reader#kazan yamaoka x male reader#kazan yamaoka x y/n#the oni x reader#the oni x y/n#fluff#requested#oneshot
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Could I get some hcs for killers with a gn scene survivor?
I'd love it if you would add Frank from the legion, Ji-woon, and the oni cause they're my absolute faves!!:D
(and any other killers you'd like to add cause I I absolutely ♥️ your hcs!!)
wishing all my scene baddies a blessed day yall are so cute ilysm <3
i also know very little abt the subculture itself so bear with me <\3
𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘚𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦! 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘚/𝘖.
• dbd killer(s) x g/n reader
— killer(s) included;; Frank Morrison, Ji-Woon Hak, Kazan Yamaoka
‼️warnings;; none!
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖔𝖓
༻ He thinks both you and your style are adorable!
༻ The bright colors of your outfits and/or hair make the dullness of the realm much nicer.
༻ Frank will listen to your music and enjoy a few songs, he’ll even put you on some of his own favorite bands in return. Think of it as some sort of bonding experience.
༻ He’s always trying to spot you dueing trials since it wasn’t hard, not just because we wants to know where you are but to also get a glimpse of the outfits you put together pre-trial.
༻ Occasionally will steal an arm warmer or a bracelet of yours to keep to himself. Will he wear it? Absolutely not but he’ll keep it tucked under his jacket for saftey <3
༻ Joey saw him wear one of your invader zim bracelets and Frank nearly went into cardiac arrest when it was mentioned
𝕵𝖎-𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖆𝖐—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗
༻ Unapologetically steals your accessories and wears them despite your protests.
༻ Ji-Woon is quite literally obsessed with you and will ask you back to back questions about your style and it’s music.
༻ Takes inspo from your favorite bands/songs for a potential album but he wont tell you that.
༻ If he’s not stealing something of yours he’s offering you something of his! Ji-Woon is decked in bright luminescent colors and he isn’t going to let them collect dust.
༻ He’s enabling you to pile as much as possible for the purpose of being as flamboyant as possible, y’all are gonna be twinning ALWAYS
༻ Speaking of twinning — he’s always asking to dress you or for you to dress him.
༻ As stated earlier, he is obsessed with your subculture and wants to be involved 1000%.
༻ “ IDC IF YOU’RE GONNA BE REPAIRING GENERATORS THE WHOLE TIME PUT THE MATCHING GIR HAT ON‼️‼️‼️ “
𝕶𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖓 𝖄𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖔𝖐𝖆—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖓𝖎
༻?????????? what
༻He doesn’t understand at all and he will not ask further questions.
༻ Yes he is very curious. No he will not vocalize anything, he’s too prideful to admit any type of confusion.
༻ The most you’ll get from Kazan is a slight turn of his head when he doesn’t understand your music. (be patient hes OLD)
༻Kazan wont pay attention to you but internally he finds you very very cute!
༻Yes your choices in fashion and music is very different from what he has seen and heard in his time, but it is also very pleasant to him.
༻ He wont vocalize this but he thinks you’re super cool wearing such bright colors. But what he adores the most is the way you do your hair.
༻ Dyed or not he loves the way you wear it, the additions of small clips here and there add to the aesthetic and he loves it.
#dbd imagines#frank morrison x reader#legion x reader#kazan yamaoka x reader#the oni x reader#ji woon x reader#ji woon hak x reader#the trickster x reader#trickster x reader#dbd fanfic#dbd headcanons
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PLSSSS All the things you write are so unbelievably cute, tysm for existingggg
If you don't mind me sending in another request, could write something about Deathslinger, Wesker, Pig, Trapper and Oni with a s/o (or just a survivor!), with whom all power-related encounters fell weirdly intimate??? Not in any way sexual or seductive, plain intimacy. Prolonged eye contact, breath holding and everything.
The trial is going just as usual RIGHT untill it's time to pull the survivor out of the trap/ Spear them/ Put the trap on their head/ etc etc.
hiii thank you!! i hope these are good, i'll be honest i got a liiiiittle stumped but i like how they turned out! <3
Caleb Quinn / The Deathslinger:
Caleb’s a little playful with you when he spears you. He’ll wrap you up in the chains and spin you out of them, dancing with you. He’ll hold you close once he’s reeled you in, clutched against his chest…He’s warm, you can barely breathe. He holds your eyes and strokes your hair until he decides to stab and let you hit the dirt.
It’s always an excuse to pull you close to him, really. He sees it as a subtle way to show you some affection during trials if you’d rather the other survivors don’t know the two of you are together.
He’ll always go for you over any other survivors. If he sees you standing with other survivors, he’ll pick you out of all of them and spear you. The horror on everyone else’s faces delights him — but most of all he loves seeing the shock on your face as he pulls you in.
He’s sometimes just as stunned as you are by the action, so you usually have a pretty big window to escape. He prefers when you do — it gives him another opportunity to catch you. But he's just as happy throwing you onto a hook, too.
Albert Wesker / The Mastermind:
Wesker always has…A way about him, we'll say. He’s been known to enjoy playing with the survivors, getting a little intimate occasionally to mess with them. with them. You’re no different — when he manages to catch you in one of his dashes and gets you against the wall, he gets a little too close to you. Studying your eyes, holding his breath. Waiting for you to make the next move. You’re holding your breath, too.
It is a different kind of moment with you, though. It’s not just a game, it’s a subtle allowance of his affection in a way that doesn’t show his favoritism. But you know — you’re his favorite. And getting cornered and thrown into a wall is just his way of showing you that when you’re in a trial.
He isn’t cruel, he gives you a chance to run away before he goes after you again. He’s a gentleman, it’d just be rude to catch you off-guard and throw you onto a hook. He’s better than that. Besides, when he lets you run he gets another chance to snag you and see your reaction.
But you know he really has no ulterior motives doing this. He just likes seeing the way you react to what he does; he is still a scientist after all, and he finds it quite amusing. He really is quite playful when you get down to it, and him pulling stunts like this isn’t out of the ordinary.
Amanda Young / The Pig:
Amanda’s trappings have always been weirdly intimate, to be honest. It is something intimate to her, in a way. There’s just something intense about punishing the ungrateful, even though it’s not that with you — she doesn’t know what it is, it’s the same, but different.
She gets very in the zone during trials, hunting down the ungrateful survivors. But it’s like a switch flips in her brain when she finds you, seeming to relax a little…It can be jarring sometimes to see her go from bloodthirsty to kind so quickly, but you know it means she loves you.
She’s always gentle when she fastens the Reverse Bear Trap on your head, tucking your hair out of the way and petting you when she’s finished. There’s always something loving about the way she puts the trap on you, something gentle. Something about her lingering touches…It’s a loving gesture. She wants you to be better.
She never feels like she can breathe properly until she gets you on the hook. She’ll quickly leave you, not wanting it to be obvious that she gets so flustered around you. Helping the helpless is a beautiful thing, but she’s a Jigsaw, for crying out loud, nobody needs to know how she feels. Except you, of course…
Evan MacMillan / The Trapper:
Evan is aggressive, overtly so many would say, so it's a shock seeing him essentially stop in his tracks when he sees you caught in one of his traps. He's usually quick to pull mangled survivors out of his traps…But with you, he's more…Slow.
He circles you to make sure nobody's around. He pets your hair as he crouches down to open the jaws. He's quiet and keeps eye contact. It's so unlike him. That is, until he huffs and hauls you out of the dirt, over to a hook. He stays for a moment, still looking up at you, his hands lingering.
You're like a wounded animal to him in these moments. He knows he has to be kind to you…Gentle to you, even. He does his job, he does it well, but he loves you, and he hopes he shows you that.
If someone else tries to save you from a trap, though, he's quicker to get rid of them. You're his, this is his moment with you and he won't have anyone ruining it. He likes to be alone with you.
Kazan Yamaoka / The Oni:
Like Evan, Kazan is known for his aggression during trials; it's almost eerie how calm he gets when he follows you around to absorb your blood orbs. You're essentially free game to him and he won't pass it up.
When he has enough to fuel his rage, he's always right behind you. Waiting. He gives you a moment to start running, but he always catches up with you and knocks you down with his trusty Kanabo. He pauses above you, catching your gaze as he breathes heavily. He presses his forehead to yours — a strange moment this is, but yours nonetheless.
He wants to stay with you, but his duty calls. He leaves to chase down the other survivors. But he comes back for you as soon as he can, a hand pressing against your head before he picks you up and hauls you to a hook.
He's an honorable man, you know that. He never tries to do serious damage to you. And he always shows you how much he loves you — he'd be utterly distraught if you didn't know he loved you. He's sensitive.
#inbox#caleb quinn#albert wesker#amanda young#evan macmillan#kazan yamaoka#dbd imagines#dbd x reader#dbd x you#caleb quinn x reader#the deathslinger x reader#albert wesker x reader#amanda young x reader#the pig x reader#evan macmillan x reader#the trapper x reader#kazan yamaoka x reader#the oni x reader
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