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lyssak09 · 2 days

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Hi how are you?

Maybe this request of mine can be complicated so if you want not to do it, I understand...

Well, what if the reader is the new survivor in the entity's Realm and catches the attention of the yanderes, making them obsessed and in love with the reader, and of course the reader doesn't realize that... What would happen?

The Yanderes would be: Nemesis, Michael Myres, Pyramid Head, Pinhead, Trapper, Leon, Dwight, Felix, Jack.

I only wrote for Michael, Pyramid Head, and Pinhead for this one. I'm spliting this up so this part will have the killers and another post will have the survivors. I have the killers done but not the survivors so instead of waiting to finish them to post this, why not split it up? Thanks to my sister for helping me out with this one as well!! Happy reading

Michael Myers:

Of course, like most killers, he first saw you in a trial.

He saw you working on a generator with Claudette. Her face went pale as she pulled you away from the generator.

You, being new, didn’t know what she was doing and just followed her not questioning anything that she was doing.

Michael took a great interest as a way to play with his new prey.

Even though Claudette seemed to have dragged you away, she didn’t go far enough since Michael appeared out of nowhere.

You had heard him tier up once already, and this was now the second time.

He grabbed Claudette and stabbed her, leaving you too scared to move. You didn’t know he was there, how had he snuck up on you guys so fast?

He dropped Claudette’s lifeless body on the group, looking back towards you.

The fear on your face was amusing to him.

He wanted to see more of it.

He walked towards you, trying to make you move.

Which worked amazingly, since you turned and sprinted in the other direction.

He trailed behind you a ways away, making sure that his heartbeat would fade away, making you think you were safe.

You wandered towards your last two teammates, Dwight and Meg, working on a generator together.

You tried to help them work on the gen, but of course, Michael had to make sure to implement more fear into you.

His heartbeat got closer and closer, but none of you guys knew where he was

That was until he grabbed Meg off the generator and stabbed her.

Dwight ran away, also causing the generator to blow up.

Then it was just you and him.

You froze in fear, expecting him to hook you or just straight up stab you. But he didn't

Michael was confused. He couldn't kill you. This was nothing like how he normally feels. He feels satisfied when killing. But now, he was frustrated.

What about you makes him like this? He had to find out. So he didn't kill you. Just downed you and placed you in the shack.

Right on top of the hatch.

Pyramid Head:

Pyramid Head is a bipolar yandere. He is also obsessive and possessive.

So he is definitely not gonna share.

He is usually a ‘kind’ (by yandere standards in dbd) yandere, but on some days he can be cruel. Not as cruel as others though.

When he learned about your presence, he knew he didn’t want to leave you.

It did not take long for you to get put into a trial with him.

Like Michael, he tried his best to kill all of your teammates before you could save them.

Forcing them into his trails and putting them in the Cage of Atonement when you got too close.

But, if you got too close to the Cage, he would just walk closer towards it, making it teleport away from where you both were.

It was basically a game seeing who would get to the survivor first.

If someone else tried to save them, he would force them to go down and trade with the person in the cage.

He repeated this until you were the last one left.

You were all his now.

You scurried like a mouse, trying to find the hatch, before hearing its winding presence of freedom.

As you ran towards the noise, you saw him standing over the hatch, his terror radius was completely gone. Behind him, a broken generator, that was nearly done, was left sparking.

He had Trail of Torment.

But he didn’t close it even though he could see you.

He just stood there.

You turned to run away, but you could hear the swing of his metal sword going through the air.

You turned back around to see him still standing on the hatch, but he was gesturing towards it with his head.

He wanted you to have it.

On days/trials where he has been pissed off, he is not so nice, even to you. Will he torment you as much as the other survivors in the trial? No. But he is gonna give you the hatch like usual? Hell no

Pinhead:

Pinhead is a Possessive yandere, but he is also very narcissistic and sadistic.

So he won’t share, but he will also talk about himself and himself only.

If you ever heard him while he was talking to anyone, he would literally only talk about himself.

But, you had only heard him talking to someone else once.

Needless to say, that was the last time you ever wanted to hear him talk.

He is sadistic, so he is mean. He’ll purposely tunnel you in trails just to hear you cry.

It's one of his favorite noises.

When you first met him in a trial, he wasn’t nice to you once so ever. He learned that he loves to hear your cry in agony. He repeatedly knocked you down, picked you up, and let you wiggle off, then knocked you down again.

He was playing with you.

Of course, it didn’t feel like he was just playing with you, it felt like suffering.

He did this the whole course of the trial. Only stopping when one of the other survivors runs past him. He’d drop you then go after said survivor for a bit, making you think he’s done torturing you.

Boy were you dead wrong.

As soon as you are about to reach one of your friends to help get you off of the ground he snatches you up and starts the cycle all over again.

Until the other survivors (those who aren’t dead) fix up all the gens and open the gates.

They’ll try to save you but can’t without being hooked or moried. So they’ll have to leave you

What a great introduction to this guy right?

Anytime you had a trial with him you felt so much agony, after the first couple trials with him your friends gave up on trying to help you. Anytime they did they’d get downed, hooked, or moried. It seemed pointless to them.

Pinhead doesn’t understand his feelings towards you, nor does he care to understand them. He’ll just keep doing whatever it takes to get these feelings to either lessen or will do anything for his feelings if they please him.

So you can either expect a sadistic Pinhead or a creepily nice/stalkery Pinhead during a trial with him.

Good Luck

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the-fo0l · 2 years

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DBD Pyramid head x reader

Notes: this is the first fic I've ever published so hope it's okay??????? otherwise i might cry

Warnings: none, just ph being ph

Once you catch the executioner's attention it's pretty much impossible to get rid of

He never really thought much of the survivors, he didn't think much of anyone really. Just because the entity made him be there doesn't mean he'll care

Yet something about you, the newest survivor, caught his eye

He couldn't see you as sinful or worthy of punishment no matter how hard he looked

He wanted to get closer but the barrier around the survivor camp wouldn't let him through, even though for once he didn't have ill intentions

Luckily for him, one of your first trials happened to be with him

You managed to get the hang of the game pretty quickly. You'd heard a lot about the executioner, that he was a merciless killing machine, just about the last killer you'd want to cross.

Naturally hearing these rumors gave you even more pre-trial anxiety than usual.

Thus you decided to keep a low profile for this one. The whole trial you never got close enough to properly see him, you just tried to get the generators working as fast and safe as possible

He didn't seem to be bothering you though, instead, while you were doing gens by yourself, he was picking of your teammates one by one

You only had a couple gens left to go after you finished this one, only when the loud sounds of the engine stopped did you notice how eerily silent it had become

No footsteps, no screams, not even the sound of a large sword dragging across pavement

Where is everyone, they can't all be dead already can they? You become more anxious by the second as the silence somehow gets louder

You're still new to this whole thing, is this normal? No it can't be

With no better idea coming to mind you decide your best option is to hide for a bit

You begin to quietly sneak toward a building in hopes that you'll find a closet to hide in, maybe you'll find one of your teammates, you can only hope

Once in the building you find a couple of closets, as you're about to open the closet door you hear an oh so familiar sound behind you, metal dragging across the floor accompanied by heavy breathing

You freeze in place as you realize he somehow managed to sneak right behind you

As you start to make your move to run he grabs you by the waist and effortlessly hurls you over his shoulder

You try to struggle as hard as you can but it's futile against pyramid's solid grip

For pyramid head this may as well be the best day of his long and wretched life. The first time he gets to be this close to you, holding you feels better than he thought it would. He could get used to this

Your struggles pick up again when you notice you're approaching the hooks but cease when he walks straight past them

'Okay ??????' you think

"Let go asshole! Wh-where are you taking me?" you ask, as if pyramid head could answer

He simply continues to walk and eventually sets you down on the ground, being uncharacteristically gentle

You look up at him, not understanding how you're still alive, you take a look around and see that he's dropped you off right next to the hatch

Pyramid looks down at the cute confused expression on your face and feels an array of emotions he's never known before. He doesn't want to let you go, but doesn't want the entity to get you either so he chose to let you go

From here on out every trial with him is like this and every time your trust for him becomes stronger

Unfortunately, every trial can't be this easy, so 90% of the time the killer hunting you wants nothing more than to flay you alive

And poor pyramid head can't bear to hear you cry the way you do after particularly hard trials so it's time to use a bit of intimidation

Without meeding to speak he gets the point across to the other killers to not mess with you. Pyramid is by far the most feared in the realm. Obviously killers like Michael and Huntress are hard to scare so PH resorts to comforting you instead of seeking revenge

Your fellow survivors are totally jealous of these privileges

Thanks to the kindness he shows you during trials you don't feel the need to be afraid of him when he's watching you from behind the barrier around the survivor camp

He was watching you again. And much to the protest of your friends you felt daring enough to approach

The whole time you were walking closer to him you could feel him looking at you, what you didn't notice was his breathing quickening in anticipation

Maybe this time he could finally touch you?

You stand face to face(?) with him, even though you have to look up at his hulking figure

You hesitantly stick your fingers out beyond the barrier and are pulled into this chest before you even know it

For a moment he simply hugs you while you and your friends are shocked silent

But soon enough he pick you up off the grown and starts carrying you away in his tight hold

"Where are we going?" even though you hadn't expected this you weren't afraid, why would he hurt you now when he's had plenty of chances?

Once he feels far enough away from prying eyes he sets you down and sits beside you, pulling you into his lap where he'll keep you for as long as possible

It's weird, but it's also comforting

Leaning into his warm chest, having his strong arms around you, listening to his steady breathing- it's the most comfortable you've felt since arriving in this hellscape

And hey, his heartbeat is awfully fast huh?

Only for you though, dear reader, only for you

#pyramid head x reader #pyramid head x you #dbd pyramid head #yandere pyramid head x reader #fluff #pyramid head fluff #gn reader #gender neutral reader #yandere dbd x reader

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anxiousnerdwritings · 2 years

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(Name),

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

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

You were here.

You were actually really fucking here?!

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

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

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

-Frank

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night1031 · 1 year

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Slides in like a cool cat

Hey 😎. Can I potentially maybe possibly request a yandere dbd matchup?

I’m 5’2”, nonbinary, I have dark brown hair w/ half blond, and have a resting 😶 face. I’m also… not very strong </3

I’m easily overwhelmed and/or riled up, but I try to settle things peacefully before all else. I care a lot about those around me, but that care can be stripped away if they take advantage of me or my kindness. I’m pretty mentally ill TBH and have severe abandonment issues.

I’m into fictional characters regardless of gender identity :) preferably someone who can take the lead in a relationship.

You have now gotten the big Russian lady.

Anna The Huntress

So just a heads up... She pegs.

Here chances of typical yandere things are listed below. Keep in mind that she was raised in the forest. She doesn't know what boundaries are.

*NONCON*: 87%

Kidnapping: 100%

Murder: 100% (What else?)

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ozzgin · 7 months

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Pyramid Head x Reader

Featuring Pyramid Head and a reader with amnesia lost in Silent Hill. This is Pyramid Head as originally intended for Silent Hill 2, so expect a lot of game-based immersion. Warning: NSFW, dubious/non-consent, violence, gore

[Horror Masterlist]

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"

You grunt and slap the wheel, hoping your defiant act of violence will somehow convince the car engine to start again. It remains quiet. You run a hand through your hair and sigh. The palm is mildly sticky with moisture and you realize you've been sweating a fair amount. No wonder, you're stuck in this shithole. You couldn't see a damn thing ahead with all this fog. The only discernible object was a rusty, run-down sign showing "Silent Hill". You've never heard the name before, but reading the letters and allowing the words to escape your lips has brought you an unexpected wave of panic. You quickly began hyperventilating and your arms involuntarily twitched and twisted, pulling the wheel of the car along with them and causing the car to swerve into a street barrier. And now it refuses to turn back on. Fantastic.

You hesitantly grab the door handle. After a deep breath in, you open the door and step out. Given the car crashed sideways, you can no longer tell which way is back and which way is forward. You can only see the first few inches of the barrier in both directions, but everything else vanishes under the thick clouds of mist. You rub your temples, becoming increasingly upset with yourself. What were you even doing, driving all the way to-

Wait. Where were you going in the first place? You recall leaving from...home? But where is that supposed to be? No, don't do this. Not now. You walk back to the car and open the glove compartment, angrily pulling out a thick stack of documents and spreading them out onto the chair. You scan over them, growing more impatient. You don't recognize anything. The names and words and addresses don't hold any meaning. You glance up to the rear-view mirror in an attempt to detect some trail of blood seeping from your scalp, as a concussion might explain your sudden memory loss, but your appearance is fresh. Almost as if you didn't just crash your car in a strange place in utter confusion.

You check your phone. Even if you can't remember, there has to be someone in your contacts that will come to your aid. The screen glitches briefly when you unlock it and the menu is empty. No contacts, no messages, no apps. No matter, emergency will do. You type in the digits and lift the phone to your head, but quickly remove it when loud static assaults your eardrums. Why is nothing working properly? You're tempted to just slam the junk into the pavement, but find enough composure to stuff it back in the pocket for now.

All that's left to do now is to find another human. You begin walking. The road has to lead somewhere, that's for certain. And soon enough the barrier is replaced with a different kind of fencing that you use as guidance. It seems to be a small bridge. Just a few steps further and you discover the first signs of modern, populated world: a bus stop. Behind the waiting bench is a brief map of the area and you trace the plaque with your fingers, mumbling the path to yourself. "Now let's see...This is Nathan Avenue...Rosewater Park ahead...Ah, the Silent Hill Fire Station should be very close."

You can't wait to be done with this mess. They'll call for a tow truck and get you out of here. You almost sprint to the next block, expectantly. In fact, you can already spot someone right outside the building.

"Thank God! Listen, my car broke down before the bridge. My stupid phone is also...huh."

Just as you mention it, the same static as previously erupts from the speaker. You're startled and fumble for your phone. You're about to apologize to the person in front of you, but upon lifting your gaze you instantly stop in your tracks.

'Person' is a strong word for it. It resembles one, or maybe it was one long ago. What's crawling towards you, however, is not how you'd define it. The arms are melted into the torso, mimicking a straight jacket of skin. The bony, crooked legs are dragging themselves in an unnatural, unnerving way. The creature has no face, save for a gaping hole, a bizarre cavity deforming what should be a head. Your mouth grimaces with disgust, followed by fear. Terror. You have the choice of returning to your damaged car, or attempting to find actual help deeper into the town. You run ahead, praying that someone's out there. The dissonant sound of a siren can be heard, diffused into the persistent fog.

By the time you reach the next building, you're gasping for air. You didn't expect to run this far. You went all the way around Toluca lake, avoiding the side streets. The center was swarming with those abominations. Each turn and each corner would eventually reveal its revolting murmur, that pathetic shuffle of disfigured limbs. Thankfully they're not fast, nor smart. A little distance and they lose their interest to pursue you. You fall against the brick wall of this small house and read the poster. "Silent Hill Historical Society". Doesn't look too promising, but it's surprisingly devoid of any monstrous being. At this point you'd be more grateful for emptiness. It's safer.

You tiptoe your way in, wary of potential attackers. There's a faint buzz echoing from afar, but other than that no immediate danger. You examine the lobby and notice the paintings and old photos hanging from the decaying wallpaper. It smells slightly rotten. One of the art pieces catches your attention and you stop in front of it. "Misty Day, Remains of Judgement".

The abstract character depicted on canvas reminds you of an executioner. The more you stare, the clearer you can feel some kind of guilt knotting inside your stomach. Your shoulders are heavy and you're overwhelmed by the same anxiety of a child about to be punished. Awaiting the belt. The calloused hand of an unforgiving father. Your throat is dry.

Your musings are interrupted by the static that - as you've since learned - warns you of approaching creatures. The rooms are cramped and the walls are narrow and you dislike the idea of calculating your escape within this claustrophobic maze, but it's preferable to being dead. You jog along slithering paths, unsure of where they lead. The threatening turbulence of your phone goes up and down, like a sine wave, with each turn into uncharted territory. In your frantic efforts to flee you don't see the large hole blocking your way, or at least not fast enough. By the time you figure out the outlines of this pitch black well, you're flooded with the light sensation of gravitational force, stretching and compressing your innards as you fall. Is this how you end?

It's not so easy.

As soon as you open your eyes, a burning pain metastasizes through the head, digging deep into your brain. You grab onto your scalp and press your fingers over the skin, hoping for a small relief. In your debilitating migraine you don't hear the agitated flutter of limbs. They're minuscule, but so many. Thousands of sclerotized joints frothing around your limp form. You lift yourself off the rusted ground and yelp voiceless at the sight. Cockroaches. The pile of vermin lets out a deafening, high pitched screech with every movement. You drag your elbows in an attempt to get away, but the creepers almost ignore your existence. They seem to be running away from something, retreating in masses.

You don't have to wait long in order to witness their source of fear. Heavy footsteps, muffled by the grating friction of metal against metal. A corroded stench invades your lungs and you cough. Whatever is coming has instilled the utmost dread in your very bones. You want to get up and run, until your legs give up and your body collapses of exhaustion, but your limbs are petrified in panic. Your chest constricts and throbs, as if your heart is trashing to escape this prison condemned to unknown doom.

Finally, the fiend comes into view. A tall, large man wearing a leather apron layered with grime and encrusted blood. His skin is scarred and discolored, and a bulky, dense pyramid structure rests on his broad shoulders, concealing his face. He seems to be dragging along a great knife of sorts, although on closer inspection it looks like a halved pair of oversized scissors. The edge is dulled and has splattered visceral leftovers mattifying its surface. You remember the painting you've seen upstairs. Is this what it is? Your Retribution?

You lower yourself until your forehead touches the rusty floor. Like an animal awaiting to receive the final blow from its hunter, like a prisoner resigning to his fate under the guillotine. If only matters could be dealt with so simply! Your neck is clawed into a tight hold by the large gloved hand and you're crudely pulled back up so that you can properly face your Punisher. There's a vague grunt coming from underneath his bizarre helmet.

He carries you to the nearest wall and slams you against it. The great knife drops to the floor with a loud crash, and the other hand, now freed, begins to search your lower clothing. You can feel the seams of the garments tear and snap with no resistance. You want to vocalize a protest, but your throat is crushed under the forceful pressure of his clasp. At best, you can exhale in what sounds like a whispered wail. His apron is nonchalantly flipped to the side and your thigh lifted over his forearm, so that his hand can adjust itself securely under your bottom for support.

Abruptly, a prickling ache crosses your entire body as if you've just been split in two. Tears automatically begin forming in the corner of your eyes and spill down your cheeks and over the pyramid that's now pressing tightly against your quivering form. It's too big and you want to push away, but with each renewed plunge you grow weaker. The small tears and rips that blossom around your abused intimacy turn into bleeding wounds. You want to sleep.

A creature of pure instinct, serving as a reminder of human perversions and immoral desires. Travesty, corruption, sin. And what about it? Before you know it, a small moan escapes your dried lips. You throw your arms around your captor's shoulders. The sharp edges of the helmet scratch your skin, waking you back into consciousness. Your lower muscles start to relax around the massive member and allow for a smoother glide in and out. The numbness is gradually replaced by pleasant sensations. The throbbing reverberates inside your abdomen and your other leg wraps around the creature's hips, asking for more contact. Once your compliance is confirmed, the hand pinning you by the neck wanders to other parts of your body in starved desperation. Your voice returns and more lewd whines roll out one after another. If only you had a mirror so you could look at yourself in this moment. What shameless expressions are you wearing on your face? You're clinging to your violator in feverish depravity. And in return, the creature responds to your cravings with increased intensity. He seems to resonate with your wishes and stiffens his hold on you with newfound obsession. His thrusts become almost feral, with a certain possessiveness to it.

As you're about to reach your peaks, your mind once again travels to the painting. You wonder if you'd be hung and framed just like the prisoners behind their executioner. Pleasure mixed with guilt.

What sin is eroding your entrails?

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diejager · 8 months

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Yandere Pyramid what if he gets reader pregnant Just go crazy with this hahaha

(IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE I DON'T KNOW BUT WITH HIS AMOUNT OF CUM I WOULDN'T DOUBT IT)

Paring : YANDERE Pyramid Head x fem!reader

Cw: smut, possible NON-CON/DUB-CON, tentacle tongue, possessive behaviour + sex, breeding, pregnancy, creampie, belly bulge, tell me if I missed any.

Wc: 674

He'd go wild at the idea of knocking you up, watching your soft stomach bloat with a new life and your breasts swell, nipples leaking milk that he could suck until his kid came out. He'd fuck you until you get pregnant, stuffing you with his cum and his cock, keeping every little swimmers inside your bulging heat. He liked watching you strain around his girth, walls twitching and closing tightly around him, your cries echoing under his metal pyramid.

It's a ritual, every night, any spare moment, he'd have you sprawled under him, rutting his length into your red, swollen cunt until you grew limp, a little cumdump for him. His bulbous tip kissed your cervix, pushing against your womb's entrance and pumped generous load after generous load into your warm, fertile womb, a virgin to childbirth.

Whether he had you under him, pounding away the hours of the night - or day if he felt like it - over him, riding his thick and veiny cock until your slick covered his whole abdomen, or against a wall, rattling the structure with his punching thrusts when felt especially feral; he made sure to cover you in his musk, body smelling of him with reminders of last night, dark bruises marring your skin.

They were brandings of the finest he could give (other than his seed branding your spasming cunt as his little cockdrunk survivor.) to show others who you belonged to. He's had his possessive strikes, growling at killers and survivors who got too close to you for his liking, waving his broadsword and shaking the ground in strong ripples.

Pyramid Head was exceptionally possessive, being a creature of grief and regret created for a sole purpose, granting him nothing to his name or soul to own. Such a situation makes a person - any person - possessive of their things, like a child deprived of toys and love, they grow possessive and careful.

And to add a child, some would think he'd hate his child for taking most of your attention, your affection and your time, but this child was from yours and his blood, a creation of yours. It was the second thing he could call his own, a living being - beside you - he could care for and nurture, it played with a more domestic side of him. It would simply mean he'd take more drastic and scary measures.

Just a big, broad Pyramid Head growling at anyone with his equally big toy in hand, truly the scariest guard dog in The Entity's world (Guard dog privileges+).

Extra: during the pregnancy

Man is oblivious to the struggle of women, especially pregnant ones. Mood swings and odd cravings make him scratch his head in confusion. Was it safe to eat pickles, then peanut butter and tuna in a sitting? Would it be bad if you woke up in discomfort and your stomach was ready to empty itself?

He's as clueless about childbirth as a baby, every step had to have help from The Nurse and The Doctor, both having some experience with pregnancies in their previous lives. Reluctantly, he'd call for them once he sees you hunched over a bowl, puking yesterday's food. If there was a step-by-step book about pregnancies, perhaps a 101 tips about pregnancies for noobs, Pyramid Head would need it, he needs all the help he can get.

He knows not fuck you, naturally, for the safety of his child. That, however, doesn't stop him from pleasing you, using his thick fingers to pump and curl into your upper wall and flick your swollen clit when your hormones act up and you get horny; or he'd tonguefuck you into overstimulation, with his tentacle-like tongue that slithers from under his mask, long and wet. He's agile with it, twisting his tongue in every sense and curling it into a ball to fuck you.

He's talented with his cock, his fingers and his tongue, nothing can stop him from caring for your needs, he's skilled in many ways.

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nothomegal · 2 months

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HIII I MISS YOU :(( straight to the point, I need a yandere pyramid head fic!!

I´m sorry for the disappearance ;v; Can't post much due my studies.

Anyways, I ADORE your suggestion! And boy if our little (Y/N) is going to have a rough time with a yandere creature like Pyramid Head ._.)

Welp, let's start the story!

"Innocent lamb"

(Yandere!Pyramid Head x GN Reader)

Summary: the entity's realm was hell for some, heaven for others, and an inconvenience for the rest... But when one of the creatures encountered you, he made it everyone's problem, even the entity's that brough him there in the first place. But he meant no harm to you. He likes you. He wants you. He needs you. And he wͦ̀ͯi̸ll̩ͩ have Y̛̗̰͇͚͓͈̣͕̰͓̗͛ͤ̀̇̍ͥ͒̓͝Ơ̵̔_̰̅U̵̷̡̧̡̨͖̟̹͙̙͓̥̗̫̣̙͉͕͉̣̬̇ͭ͗̉͂̅̍͗̇̇́́̈͟͞

Warnings: yandere/obsessive behavior, violence and violent acts, quite angst(y) mood in general, (understandably) terrified reader darling :(.

Word count: 4.2k

The moment they entered the trial, all four survivors knew right away who the killer was. Either its the dread they all felt as soon as their feet made contact with the ground that gave it away, or the fact that the entity had placed all of them in the same spot next to two generators just to have any chances to make it out alive.

But they know it's in vain, they know they're doomed for a long long death by bleeding out.

They know it... Because (Y/N) is with them.

Said survivor had to bite their lip to avoid crying, as guilt and terror embraced them. Just because the monster had this unholy obsession with them it didn't mean they were okay with it, if anything it scared them more.

He, Pyramid Head, the Executioner... Or however you want to nickname him, is said to be one of the most powerful creatures the entity had the pleasure to bring, so powerful in fact that the spider-like being had to make a deal to bring him.

So it's not surprising that they are absolutely horrified, but who wouldn't? This monster, an embodiment of pain and punishment, almost a god, has been hunting them relentlessly ever since he laid his gaze or... Helmet? On them.

At first it was all jokes and gags;

'Aww look, (Y/N) has a boyfriend!'

'Watch out, here comes your crush (Y/N)!'

'Uh-oh, the triangle man seems jealous, look how pissed he is at Nea for healing you!'.

But the jokes stopped when it got clear how truly messed up and sinister said 'crush' is.

They still remember it, it was a regular match against that one masked knife wielding guy that runs a lot, he's called 'Legion' they think. The trial was going relatively well, just like many previous ones. Until it suddenly got an 180° turn when one of the walls to the realm was literally destroyed by a hulking mass of muscle and a giant knife. To say both (Y/N) and the killer nearly had a cardiac arrest was an understatement, things got so ugly that the entity had to intervene and cut the trial short.

That incident could be a fuel for a new wave of jokes, could... If it didn't happen again. And that next time was even worse, the beast nearly made his way into the survivor side of the realm, somehow bursting through the barrier the entity had created to keep the survivors separated from the killers to avoid any pity fights after trials.

Ever since that event, Pyramid Head was strictly kept in 'his' realm, aka Midwich Elementary School.

Sometimes, after escaping through the gates and running back into the camp through the fog, (Y/N) could swear they can hear the monster roar in the distance. Loud, distorted and fierce howls resonating somewhere behind the dense fog, as if the creature was desperately trying to yell out their name. Either to let them know how badly he wants them or a promise to break free and get them... Both possibilities giving them chills.

The entity of course wasn't okay with this, it was pissed! But it also could do so little... The great deal now had turned into a major curse. If the deal is broken, the Executioner won't hesitate to damage the realm to get what he wants. But if it remains, the monster will find new ways to bend the rules and make it everyone's problem.

Why the entity doesn't just give (Y/N) to the beast or gets rid of them ones for all? No one really has the answer. Some think it's due the entity's pride, or the possibility of the executioner going ballistic. For now, it's more of a silent (and petty) battle between two stubborn beings, each of them refusing to back away from their goal.

Goal. The entity's goal, though still confusing, is more or less clear; force people and creatures to play these twisted games and feed on those who get sacrificed. But the executioner's goal? It's straight up a mystery. (Y/N) know it has something to do with them, but... Why them exactly? Why not Cheryl? Didn't she come from the same place as that beast? What the monster even wants them for?

What will he do when he finally gets his hands on them? Wh-

A rough shake snapped (Y/N) out of their internal break down.

They blink a couple of times, tears of fear nearly sliding down their cheeks as their body shivers. They were scared, more than the other three survivors combined.

The survivor holding them by their shoulders, David, sighs when he finally notices them react.

—"Look, I know you're scared..."— he starts talking, his voice surprisingly calm.

—"I'm-... I- I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry-..."— you choke out in a weak wobbly voice, guilt eating you from inside.

—"No no. Just listen for a sec. I... Well, we all can tell that you aren't enjoying it neither. So, let's not break down into a soap opera, okay? Don’t think of this as hopeless match, but as another chance to woop that asshole's ass and escape."—

—"And also leave him empty handed!"— Feng announces from her place while already working on a generator.

—"Yeah, screw that triangular piece of shit! Let's try out Dwight's strategy this time. You remember it, do you?"— he asks you, not letting go of your shoulders yet.

The surprisingly positive and reassuring words of their teammates towards them really soothed and even cheered (Y/N) a bit. With a small smile they quickly wipe their eyes before nodding.

—"Good, see? We're already starting on a good note!"— he lets go to then pat your back, basically pushing you forward. —"Now go help with a gen before putting the 'plan' into work."—

Though the push hurt a bit, (Y/N) didn't care at all about the pain, too focused on keepings all the negative and pessimistic thoughts away.

For the first minute and a half everything was going well, (Y/N) and Feng were working on one generator while David and Jonah were working on the other one. The four of them were dead silent, straining their ears for any of the sounds the creature makes, such as heavy footsteps, the scraping of his gigantic knife or their own heartbeat. Weirdly enough, everything was calm... Too calm.

(Y/N) nearly choked with air when a cold chill ran through their spine.

Spine Chill. The beast... Is watching them.

They attempt to subtly alert Feng by carefully tapping her leg, but as soon as their fingertips touched the other girl’s skin, their heartbeat started to get louder and louder, until…

—“WATCH OUT!”—

(Y/N) exclaimed as they pushed Feng, just in time to dodge a bunch of sharp and rusted metal pieces coming out the ground.

—“Holy-...”— she mutters.

Now that the monster is here, the four survivors decided to put in action the mentioned strategy.

They all let go of the generators and run away in different directions, (Y/N) being the most desperate while running since they know exactly who the beast is targeting.

His pattern is always the same; chase after until sending them into a cage to then down all of their teammates and then come straight back to all caged and helpless (Y/N) and then… Stare or touch them until the others bleed out or the entity has enough.

The difference in the current case, is that (Y/N) is not playing just cat and mouse. In fact, chasing them is the worst the killer can do. All of their abilities are chase oriented, another teammate lurking around has all the boon ones, while the last two have all is needed to rush through the generators. If everything works out, the monster will get himself in a situation where he's be forced to leave (Y/N) alone.

The chase was intense, at least for (Y/N). Despite never catching a clear view of the Executioner, they could feel him close behind, following them methodically like a wild animal on a hunt, waiting for the right moment to strike while keeping up the tension.

It was hard to maintain the focus, every single hallways in The Game looked the exact same. Did they vaulted that window already? Didn't they pre-dropped that palled over there? Did Feng placed it up again? Are the other two working on the generators? Have they taken this left path before?

So many questions where swarming their mind as their legs kept carrying them on, only momentarily relaxing when two generators finally made that distinguish noise.

Two done! Tree left.

A breathless laugh escaped from them. Great! This is already going better than all of their previous encounters with the Executioner, which would always end with the first generator barely reaching 30%.

However, their smile was quickly swept when they realized they no longer hear their heartbeat or thundering footsteps tailing behind. It was silent, dead silent, with no other sounds that their own breathing.

A wave of anxiety flushed through (Y/N) like a tsunami wave and started to drag and drown them deeper into their own worries.

What the?... Okay, this was not part of the plan. The Executioner had never left the chase with them, never. So the fact that he finally did, and apparently a while ago, made them shake.

With nothing else to do, they gather the courage to start moving again. Where? Somewhere! Anywhere but to stay in place and be an easy target to the beast that so desperately wants them.

They keep running, stopping only for a brief moment before turning a corner, making sure they don't hear any muffled breathing that at times resembled growls. They learned the hard way with the Shape that some killers like to wait around corners, and they don't want to commit the same mistake right now.

Their heart jerked when they heard a scream resonate from their left, and a faint reddish aura in the shape of a human gleamed for a second before disappearing.

David is down.

And it seems like he's not getting picked up, which could either mean that the monster is setting up a trap or chasing someone else. Whichever the case is, they shouldn't go-

They hear a bunch of footsteps come their way, and in a set of panic they crouch behind a bunch of boxes, silently praying that their disguise is mildly good.

They can't see much from their spot, but they can clearly recognize the shape of Jonah running away from something massive.

As soon as the two figures passed by, (Y/N) gets up and takes off running towards David to check on him.

After some wondering around the labyrinth-like place, they finally reach their injured teammate, who was still on the ground and groaning from pain.

—"{David!}"— you whisper-yell as you start running towards him.

He weakly lifts his head just enough to see them. When he recognized who it is, he starts to frantically shake his head.

—"NO! GET THE FUCK OUT!"—

Huh? What-

As (Y/N) is about to reach David, a path of sharp metal pieces and razor wires had emerged right in front of them, just when they're about to make contact with the floor again, making in impossible to dodge.

The second their leg got tangled into the sharp metallic mess, everything went too fast. They don't even have time to pull away as something sliced them on their side, sending them directly on the ground.

They send a guilty and ashamed glance to David, who had an frustrated expression.

—"{Sorry...}"— you mouth.

(Y/N) has no chance to see David's answer as a massive hand suddenly curled around their throat and forced them to look away from the other man.

Their eyes wide at the sight of the beast menacingly hovering over their helpless form, holding their body in place between him and the ground. The muscles of his extended arm were tense, his breathing heavy, almost like he's holding back the anger and displeasure caused by them giving attention to someone else.

Their heart skipped beats, their breath uneven, their eyes watered as they tightly closed them, not wanting to witness whatever this thing was about to do. They can feel the warmth coming from his body, his breathing slowly stabilizing, as if staring at them and watching them slowly submit was enough to calm the monster. Ironically, it did the complete opposite to (Y/N), as their own heartbeat raised from the anxiety of having to face the unknown, attempt to predict the unpredictable and prepare to witness another massacre unfold around them at any second... Just to then end up caged and at the mercy of this-

—"LEAVE THEM ALONE ASSHOLE!"— David angrily yells from his place, struggling and trying to stand up. —"You're fucking terrifying, of course they don't want to look at you!"—

They can feel Pyramid Head's hand tense and start shaking, his fingers twitching and pressing further into their skin. (Y/N) was beyond terrified now, just a little bit of pressure and the creature could crush their throat like a cardboard tube.

David, though clearly using all of his strength, ended up falling back on the ground, as if some invisible weigh is actively pushing him down.

—“You freak! Absolute sick fuck! Let them go already!”—

As the waterfall of profanities continues, (Y/N) slowly places their hands around the monster’s wrist to attempt to push his hand away, unfortunately he didn’t budge at all.

Suddenly, David’s stops screaming and the very next second (Y/N) feels something warm and slippery press against their cheek.

They jerk in place at the uncanny sensation and shoot open their eyes, a breathless gasp escaping them at the sight of a… Wh-What even is that? A freaking tentacle? A tongue?…

The dark pink muscle wiggles in front of their face for a moment before licking another stride, wiping some of their tears and blood in the process, making (Y/N) shiver in discomfort.

They shoot a confused glance to David, desperately wanting to know if he’s witnessing this too. The man had an expression of pure ‘what the fuck’; eyes narrowed, brows furrowed and mouth slightly gaping.

This eye contact was brief though. (Y/N) got startled for a loud growl that reverbed from the beast's chest and helmet. The hand finally leaves their throat as the beast stands up to his full height and starts making his way to David, leaving them alone, as well as his knife?

(Y/N) throws their teammate a scared look, but David responds with a forced smirk.

—"Ah, now you decide to drag your big ass towards me."— he mutters through gritted teeth.

The monster seem to not react to his taunts. With each step that he takes towards David, his mask of confidence seems to crack.

Nevertheless, the man didn’t back out from his insults, he never does.

—“What’s wrong? Why so pissy, huh?! Jealous that (Y/N) prefers us?!”—

Saying their name was a sore spot to hit, and the way Pyramid Head reacted confirmed that.

The monster roughly grabs David by the neck, completely ignoring the fact that he’s not even holding his weapon. Instead he uses his bare hands to silence him.

Nasty, wet and crunchy sounds resonated through the room and hallways as the creature began to tear the man’s body limb by limb, piece by peace, unbothered by the pained screams of his victim or the low groan of displeasure that resonated from above for again not playing by the rules.

(Y/N) froze in horror at the sight in front of them. Blood, chunks of flesh and bone pieces where flying everywhere, never before they’ve witnessed this type of gore, not even during the ‘mori’.

Though it felt like the massacre lasted hours, it was actually second. The monster threw the whatever remaining he had in his hands and slowly turned back to (Y/N), who was still frozen and unable to look away from what was left from David. They know they will meet again in the fire camp, in one piece and alive, but god they felt sick...

Their shock breaks only when the thundering footsteps began to resonate again, shaking the ground underneath them with each the creature took. He grew closer, and closer, with them being able to do absolutely nothing aside from attempting to crawl away.

But that pity attempt was stopped when the same sharp wires and rusty metal pieces emerged from the ground and wrapped around their body, pulling them slowly underneath and sinking them further into the ground. And before they realize it, their body is already trapped in that rotten metallic cage.

Cold metal spikes just inches away from their flesh, so close to penetrate their skin, a wrong move and they would undoubtedly get hurt. But even if they wanted to move, they couldn't really. The space in the structure was small, claustrophobic even, each spike perfectly adjusted to keep their form in place. In some twisted way, it felt like a hug, a very cold, unwelcoming and unnerving hug.

They flinch when they hear a scream resonate from somewhere, which was cut by a loud slam.

Feng was caught.

It seems like the Executioner didn't bother to down her, rather getting rid of her directly, most likely because he's aware that Jonah is not keen of going for rescues...

And speaking of the man, there is his aura flashing before (Y/N)'s eyes as his body fell on the floor.

He's down... Which means that-

Before they even finish their conclusion, the tall figure of the monster appeared. Just by looking at them his behavior seemed to change; movements more erratic and pace uneven, almost like he's hypnotized.

He makes his way to them, slowly, as if purposely building up the tension.

(Y/N) wanted to look away or close their eyes, but whenever they did so the cage felt painfully small. It hurt, literally, so they stare at that beast grow closer with wide shaky eyes that struggled to keep their focus on him. This is something Pyramid Head was always good at, he could always make you fear, even the toughest bravest ones would inevitably succumb to the terror his presence brings.

Ones in front of them, the creature stops in place and simply stares, like he always did.

(Y/N), though still scared, was a tiny bit relieved that this is what the rest of the trial would be; them being pinned like a butterfly with the monster observing.

It would be just that.

Just this bizarre staring contest.

...Right?

WRONG.

The creature suddenly let go of his weapon and grabs the edges of the cage with both hands quite violently.

Now the little hope and comfort (Y/N) had was thrown out the window, as now they realize they no longer have any idea of what will happen next.

And by what it looks like, the entity is not planning to intervene, as if curious itself to see what will happen next.

Pyramid Head remains like this, his big hands tightly squeezing the imperfect metal bars, bending them slightly and making the already miserable looking material groan from the pressure he was applying.

It looked like he wanted to destroy that cage, rip it apart and get to them, but didn't do it by holding himself back... Why? What's even the point of this build up? What's even the point in wanting them?!

—"{Wh-...Why?...}"— you choke out in a very quiet voice. —"{Why a-are you d-... doing this?...}"—

(Y/N) knows is stupid to ask, Pyramid Head can't even speak! But they can't help themselves, they're too scared, their anxiety is unbearable and their thoughts are too out of control. They need answers, anything that could even hint for a possible explanation of the killer's intentions.

They began to second guess their decision to speak when the creature froze in place, even his breath was now inaudible. This was the first time (Y/N) spoke directly to the monster, but they didn't expect him to react at this fact, not like this, or at all.

But he did, he did acknowledged that little detail, and he will make sure they acknowledge it too.

The creature soon moves again, by slowly leaning closer and slightly tilting his head to the side, almost like trying to get a better look at them.

His breathing got heavier, low huffs and growls resonating from that metallic helmet of his. It really looked like he was actively holding back some major urge or desire, but what it is?

(Y/N) wanted to ask again, but decided against it as there is little Pyramid Head could do to answer, and even if he could, why should he? Maybe it's more amusing to him to see them helplessly wondering in the dark and unable to comprehend what's going on.

Or maybe, there is simply nothing to explain?... Maybe he does what he does just because? Human mind is way too used to seek for reasons and explanations for anything and everything, often forgetting that sometimes the answer is way too simple or straight up null, could that be the case?

The same groan coming from the cage bars pulled (Y/N) out of their thoughts. They forget how to breathe at the sight of the structure slowly collapsing as the monster starts to rip the bars with his raw strength.

A scared yelp escaped them as they try to back further into the cage as much as they can, ignoring the sharp edges that scratched or pierced their body. They barely felt pain, none at all actually, the adrenaline and basic survival instincts keeping their body resilient and ready to run. The sad part is, is that there is nowhere to run, nothing to do. It's sweet that their body tries so desperately to keep their hopes up and reassure their survival, but their mind is more than aware of the cold desolated reality...

The front part of the cage was eventually ripped off and thrown against the floor violently. (Y/N) can only cover their eyes with their hands and quietly sob as they wait for whatever the monster had planned to do next.

Even when no further actions are made, they refuse to look. They no longer want to face this thing, they no longer want to suffer this torment. Regardless if they believed in any religion or no, they mutter silent prayers under their breath, but not no save them, but to make it end and to know how sorry they are for any evil or harm they've did in their life that leaded to such tragic conclusion.

But this is where the catch is... They've committed none. At least from the Executioner's perspective.

Despite their whispers being so silent to a non-existent point, Pyramid Head heard them loud and clear. And the more he heard their voice, the more he felt the inside of his chest burn and the desire for them grow even more. (Y/N) is not perfect, they're human after all, and all humans have their fair share of flaws and defects... But unlike the rest, (Y/N) has the ability to acknowledge said imperfections and genuinely try to make up for them, to fix them... Regardless if they get something in return or not.

This, this is the true purity in a human being. An innocence and kindness so genuine that it would be a sin not to worship and protect... And who is a best fit to take care of it other than the fearsome Pyramid Head?

(Y/N)... So pure... So innocent... So kind... He must keep them save.

He must keep them...

He wants them...

W̴͕̳͈͔̭̝͠ͅ a̶̩̰̲̎̓͊̈̓̕ ǹ̴̢͇̬̘̗̯̜̍̋͊͠͝͠ ṭ̶͇̃̔͝ s̶̭̩͔̹̝̼̅̍̆̉͌͝

As the monster is about to reach them, a spider like legs burst out through the floor and wrap themselves around (Y/N).

The trial... Is over.

And while the absolutely livid roar gets overshadowed by the groans of the entity as the black fog surrounds the whole place. (Y/N) only keeps quietly sobbing as they cling to the spider leg sticking out of their chest. And though they knew the entity is the main responsible of their current torment, they were too overwhelmed with emotions to properly process their actions.

Surprisingly, the spider-like being didn't disappear right away, probably feeling pity for their situation and allowing them to cry for a brief moment, most likely to compensate this unplanned mess they have to deal with.

To everyone's surprise in the camp, when (Y/N) finally arrived they where unconscious, either passed out after such emotional roller coaster or the entity wants them take some genuine rest. Whatever the case it, it didn't matter, what matters is that their fellow friend is back save and sound, right?

As one of the survivors decided to take them closer to the bonfire for warmth and comfort, they could swear they heard some weird noises from afar.

It resembled a demonic cry filler with rage, so distant yet menacing. Everyone instinctively shivered.

And though (Y/N) successfully 'survived' yet another trial with the executioner, almost everyone had the gut feeling that the next encounter they have with the beast, it will not end good...

They all take a glance at their still unconscious form.

Poor (Y/N)...

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exemintes · 1 year

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reverence.

yandere pyramid head x gn reader, sfw.

You don't say anything as he runs gloved fingers through your hair, pulling at the knots built up from running and struggling in his grasp.

His movements are so gentle, a harsh contrast to his behavior when interacting with anything but you. He's aware of your fragility, aware of how easily he could break you if he wanted to.

He swipes a tear from under your eye, and the rest of his fingers grip the side of your face, admiring how soft your skin is compared to his.

Even if he could speak, he would have no words to describe his utter infatuation with you. Each time you were put in a trial with him, he could never find it in himself to kill you, or even hook you, for that matter. To him, you were something to be revered, to be kept perfectly preserved.

Even now, with dirt and blood caked on your face, you were still so alluring.

The familiar toll of a bell reverberates across the map like thunder, bright fiery cracks encircling you both, signaling that your time together would soon come to an end.

A grumbling sound emits from Pyramid Head's throat, almost sounding like a sigh. It never feels like he gets to spend enough time with you. He effortlessly lifts your shivering body with him as he sets off in an unknown direction. You fall limp in his arms, too exhausted to bother struggling as he carries you across the map.

Panic settles in your stomach as he begins to approach a hook, only to take a sharp left away from it. What is he doing? Is he waiting for the timer to run out?

Your thoughts are interrupted as he kneels to place you by the hatch. You look up at him and find the courage to speak.

"T-Thank you..."

He nods, his metal helmet groaning with each movement.

Could you get any cuter?

You spare one last glance at him before crawling into the hatch, right as the timer hit zero.

A dark fog surrounds Pyramid Head's body, pulling him back into the Entity's realm to wait for another trial.

His mind fills with thoughts of you. Your voice, your face, your scent, your touch. Each second spent without you becomes more and more agonizing. He needs to see you again. Perhaps if the Entity is gracious enough, he'll see you soon.

And next time he'll take you back with him.

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miyuuuki · 1 year

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Craving me some Yandere x Narcissist! Reader rn. Imagine a Yandere being so obsessed with you, so inlove with how you know how precious and absolutely gorgeous you are. Them showering praises on you and you sucking it up but responding with a simple “I know.”

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6eeznut · 11 months

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QUESTION OF THE DAY.

: whos slasher that has the biggest, the longest, and the thickest ding dong in your opinion? and can you take them full in one try? 😳

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the-fo0l · 2 years

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DBD Micheal Myers x reader

Notes: my first request! that i accidentally deleted along with the entire finished fic, kill me. also im not very happy w how this turned out, maybe it'd be better if i knew how dbd worked

Warnings: some violence (cuz it's dbd), fluffyyy, Michael is a stalker

You were soo frustrating to him

In all the trials he's had with you you always managed get away without so much as getting grabbed or slashed at

And the way you would look at him when you caught him stalking you always made him feel some type of way

Which is why he thought finally having you cornered would please him

But it didn't

not at all

God knows how long it's been since Michael felt something other than bloodlust, if he ever has at all

But in this moment, looking into your wide open, fear filled eyes, he felt protectiveness surge through him like lightning

What had you done to him?

He was quick to snap out of this trance though

He threw you over his shoulder with ease and began walking toward the hooks

Yeah, maybe hooking you would make these stupid feelings go away

But if that really were the case why did every step he took become slower and more hesitant? Why did the idea of hurting you feels so...wrong?

He had considered loosening his hold on you and letting you struggle out of his grasp but was quick to scold himself for such thoughts

What the fuck had you done to him?

He's done this hundreds, if not thousands of times before, why would you be any different?

With that in mind he threw you onto the rusty hook, the instrument piercing through your shoulder

He took a step back and simply looked at you for a while as you writhed in pain

And in this moment he realized

This would be the first and last time he would ever hurt you

And just as fast as he'd hooked you he lifted you off it, although the action was very unfamiliar

He set you on the ground carefully as you doubled over in pain, your mind racing

You hesitantly looked up at the man as he towered over you

Teary-eyed with bloody hair clinging to the sides of you face

God, how Micheal loves your eyes, seeing them looking at him (and only him), watching your pupils expand and shrink, seeing them move around, seeing them alive

Seeing you alive

Whereas you saw it, he had nothing but malice for you, which is why as soon as you got your footing you were off, running to finish the last couple generators

Every trial with him from then on was rather easy

He'd spend the entire time stalking you, whether you noticed or not

Most of the time your teammates managed to get away with you, no harm done, but god forbid any of them got too close to you or him

Even worse, if they obscured his view of you he'd tunnel the fuck out of them

You're not safe from his stalking outside of trials either

You and the other survivors thought this was due to some one-sided beef between you two, while from Michael's point of view it was the exact opposite

Some of your friends began teasing you, saying that he's got a crush on you

No one actually thought that though

I mean cmon, Michael Myers? The Shadow? One of the most feared killers in this hellhole having a crush?

Yet you couldn't help but be curious

Why was he acting like this? To intimate you? nah...

You could only imagine what he was thinking as he glared at you. It felt like he was taunting you by simply standing there outside the camp

Even though his mask made his eyes look like nothing but two dark abysses you could feel him staring straight through you

Curiosity killed the cat right? Or in this case, curiosity got the cat a giant overprotective and possessive boyfriend

Plus you desperately needed to scavenge

He was nowhere to be seen so you crossed the barrier between safety and the woods

No matter where you were in the forest you couldn't help but constantly feel watched, yet every time you looked around, no one was there

But when you turned around to start heading back you head first into the broad chest of yours truly

Feeling unsettled, you try to simply walk past him but he grabs you by your wrist tightly and suddenly making you flip back around to face him

What follows is a bunch of awkward silence

You try to tug your hand back but he just won't let go, even pleading doesn't work

So for the next few hours you have to walk around with Micheal attached to you

He won't even let you go back to the camp

When you eventually get tired, Michael notices

He pick you up like you weigh nothing and finds a place you can rest w him

You've got your back to his chest as he leans back onto the base of a large tree, his hands are now firmly wrapped around your middle, and every time you shift even a little his hands wrap around you tighter

He may be an awful murderer, but it's terribly comforting to lay in the strong arms of someone else, someone who is twice your size nonetheless, who has actually been (relatively) respectful despite the circumstances of where you are

The only way you're getting out of this is by getting summoned for a trial (hopefully w him <3)

This is usually how it is now

You often hang out with him in and out of trials (he gets jealous when you're with someone else)

If another killer or survivor is mean to you there will be consequences

Overtime he'll definitely open up more, the day you kissed the lips of his mask was lowkey (highkey) the best day of his life

Overall a very odd and possessive guy but he loves you, so it's ok

#yandere x reader #yandere dbd #yandere michael myers #micheal myers x reader #yandere micheal myers x reader #dbd michael myers #dbd micheal myers x reader #yandere dbd x reader

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anxiousnerdwritings · 2 years

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Dead By Daylight Masterlist

Headcanons

Yandere David King (platonic) [coming soon]

Yandere Doctor/Herman Carter (platonic) [coming soon]

Yandere Dwight Fairfield (general) [coming soon]

Yandere Executioner/Pyramid Head (general) [coming soon]

Yandere Ghostface/Danny Johnson (platonic-friendly) [coming soon]

Yandere Ghostface/Danny Johnson w/ Innocent!Reader [coming soon]

Yandere Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr. (general) [coming soon]

Yandere The Huntress/Anna w/ Baby!Reader (platonic) [coming soon]

Yandere Jake Park (general) [coming soon]

Yandere Legion/Frank, Julie, Susie, Joey (platonic) [coming soon]

Yandere Nurse/Sally Smithson (platonic) [coming soon]

Yandere Oni/Kazan Yamaoka (general) [coming soon]

Yandere Onryō/Sadako Yamamura (general) [coming soon]

Yandere Pyramid Head/Ghostface/Quentin Smith w/ the same Darling [coming soon]

Yandere Quentin Smith (platonic) [coming soon]

Yandere Shape/Michael Myers (platonic) [coming soon]

Yandere Oni/Kazan and Spirit/Rin Yamaoka (platonic) [coming soon]

Yandere Survivors vs Killers (platonic) [coming soon]

Yandere The Trapper/Evan MacMillian (general) [coming soon]

Yandere Trickster/Ji-Woon Hak (general) [coming soon]

Yandere Yun-Jin Lee (general) [coming soon]

Imagines/Blurbs/ect.

Her Darling One [Anna/The Huntress] (platonic)

The Pig’s Anguish [Amanda Young/The Pig]

💕Love Letters💕

Yandere Ghostface/Danny Johnson

Yandere Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr. [coming soon]

Yandere the Huntress/Anna (platonic) [coming soon]

Yandere the Legion/Frank, Julie, Susie, Joey (platonic)

Yandere Trickster/Ji-Woon Hak [coming soon]

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night1031 · 1 year

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whsujdi i’m sorry! yandere dbd if you can please? uhh male please?

my hobbies: writing poetry, singing, drawing, reading, daydreaming, listening to music

gender identity: female

personality traits: kind, selfless, funny, motherly towards loved ones, self conscious, loving- honestly i’m just nice and i have low self esteem 💀 i’m really socially anxious and just anxious in general.

ideal partner: honestly someone more dominant, intelligent, funny, maybe someone who would take care of me during my lows- i don’t really care outside of that.

other than those, i dress more comfy gothic. i want to try warcore, streetwear, and techwear though. i listen to 90s alternative and a variety of rock. umm, i love horror movies and games. im curvy and have blue eyes and black hair too! uhhh i’m 5’5

again im really sorry!!

So based on what you've said, there is only one person to match you with.

Freddy Krueger, The Springwood Spasher

I don't need to say anything here.

NONCON: 96.8%

Kidnapping: 99%

Murder: I don't even need to say it.

Congrats. You got screwed over.

#yandere dbd #dbd #yandere dbd x reader #dbd x reader #yandere dead by daylight #dead by daylight #yandere dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight x reader #yandere freddy krueger #freddy krueger #yandere freddy krueger x reader #freddy kruger x reader #yandere slashers #slashers #yandere slasher x reader #slasher x reader

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apollodarling-writes · 4 months

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yan! dbd ghostface (danny johnson) headcanons

cws: yandere themes, danny is a perv, non-consensual picture taking, stalking obv, slight nsfw themes but danny is just a freak, danny is a sadist, gore, danny makes out with your wounds, obsessive! danny, possessive! danny,

— yan! ghostface whose eye you catch in your first trial. you who are wide eyed, disoriented, and hyper-aware of your surroundings make easy prey.

— yan! ghostface who stalks you for awhile before approaching you, using your disbelief and naivety against you.

— yan! ghostface who explains your situation, portraying himself as a fellow survivor and guides you through the motions of the match before pressing his blade to your throat.

— yan! ghostface who smirks beneath his mask, watching as your eyes widen with fear and betrayal. he feels himself become aroused as your pretty optics glisten with tears, groaning as you beg for him to let you go.

— yan! ghostface who is stunned by a flashlight, feeling you wriggle free from his grip and sprint off like a frightened bunny.

— yan! ghostface who you are wary of in each match. he singles you out and taunts you, describing each horrific thing he’ll do to you once he gets his hands on you, finding that this little obsession of his is growing by the day.

— yan! ghostface who begins thinking about you even outside of trials. it started as wondering what he would do to you next, turning into lustful daydreams and palming himself at the thought of you.

— yan! ghostface who snaps polaroids of you while you do mundane things. assembling a medkit or toolbox, finding materials for offerings, talking to your fellow survivors…

— yan! ghostface who loathes the sight of you smiling at the others in the survivor camp. you belong to him. that smile of yours is reserved for him. your laugh is reserved for him.

— yan! ghostface who slowly feels those lustful feelings of his grow into something deeper. he finds himself thinking less and less about ways to kill you, and more about ways he could make you smile.

— yan! ghostface who, in your next trial with him, brings you the body of each survivor, dropping it in front of you much like a cat would gift its owner a dead mouse.

— yan! ghostface who corners you, sitting on your stomach and wrapping his fingers around your throat. he swiftly snaps a polaroid of this beautiful sight, crazed ramblings about how you’ve caught his attention leaving his lips.

— yan! ghostface who is amused at how quickly you’ve gained his interest, his favorite pastimes stalking you and leaving just enough of a trace for you to know he was there.

— yan! ghostface who finds it incredibly romantic to hold your hand while you bleed out beneath him, his mask lifted to show off the frenzied look in his eyes, blood dripping from his chin and onto your paling features.

— yan! ghostface who looooves to makeout with your stab wounds. he’s always sure to leave you for last, finding motivation in the fact that if he rids the trial of all other survivors, he can spend as much time with you as he pleases.

— yan! ghostface who coos at you as you beg for him to let you go… or to just end it already. a frown tugging at his lips as he feels his heart pang with the slightest of remorse. he quickly covers it up with a mocking sneer, telling you that you should be proud to bear his love in such a way. no one’s ever had it but you.

— yan! ghostface who singles out each person you talk to in their next trial with him, mercilessly slaughtering them as he tells them to stay the fuck away from you.

— yan! ghostface who somehow convinces the entity to let you spend some time with him on a random day, designating it as your new birthday. he’ll watch with interest as your shaky fingers grip the rusted fork, shoving the mediocre cake down your throat. he’s never seen a better sight.

— yan! ghostface who loooves everything about you <33

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smilessssss · 11 months

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𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔓𝔶𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 ℌ/ℭ𝔰

Tw: Somewhat religious themes, mentions of abuse, and unhealthy relationships.

⋆♱✮♱⋆ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ⋆♱✮♱⋆

Never once in your life would you see yourself here. A place that was practically Hell.

Pyramid head never seen something like you, someone so innocent, soft, and so so fragile.

He saw you as glass, the most rarest and beautiful glass. Made of china or what not. That even something barely grazes you, you would crack.

He didn’t want that to happen to you or at least not done by him.

He sheltered you somewhere, a place that would be very hard to get into. He wouldn’t let anyone take his pretty angel.

He saw you as an Angel. Something that could do no harm, or have any sin.

He was the punisher for sin so he wouldn’t be wrong about you.

Hates it when you show any fear towards him. Or when you try to get out of restraints. Oh yeah I forgot to mention.

Doesn’t want you leaving him, so he bound your hands to a pole in the room. If he catches you trying to escape him. He won’t hesitate to punish you.

His punishments are nothing to laugh about. It mostly sometimes leaves you completely unable to move your body. Or have that cold feeling leave. Bruises paint your body nicely (to him)

Would do anything for you (besides letting you be free) he wouldn’t hesitate to kill anything or anyone that harmed you or tried to take you away from him.

Finds pieces of food for you to eat or anything that is edible to eat.

When he’s feeling affectionate he’ll sit you on his lap and hold you with his strong arms. Sitting is the same silence as before.

Lives in this delusional world that you both crave each other, and you’re just not realizing it. Of course a relationship would take time, he just wishes it would be faster.

Wouldn’t let anyone take his sweet Angel. He’d clip your wings to keep you down here with him.

#slashers x reader #slashers #dbd x reader #dbd #dbd pyramid head #pyramid head #pyramid head x reader #yandere pyramid head x reader #yandere pyramid head #Silent hill 2 #Silent hill

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yanderedbdimagines · 3 months

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Hi dear, i have a special request. What about yandere Entity with a reade who find a way to escape. The Entity obvious don´t whant them to leave. <3

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Creative ask! Underneath normal circumstances, I believe that it’s basically impossible to escape the Entity, so I had to get creative xD I hope that the method of escape I picked is lore-friendly enough! And I hope you like it as result!

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The Entity

The Entity is a mysterious force that lures unsuspecting souls into its realm. Souls that have often been tainted- touched by death’s essence.

To the outside worlds- past, present and future, alternate reality or not, it is but a myth. A whisper in the dark. But to most of those who find themselves trapped within its grasp, it is a nightmare made into reality.

You stumbled into this otherworldly domain after the death of a loved one, drawn in by an eerie curiosity just outside of the crematorium center that soon swayed you into the unknown through a trick of the eye.

Little did you know, your mere presence instantly awakened the Entity’s interest, and eventually its possessive nature, after you started traversing though the fog- eventually trying to find a way out.

At first, the Entity appeared as a benevolent guide, offering solace and shelter in its strange realm from dangers you could sense, but never see. Yet, behind the veiled kindness laid a sinister desire to keep you captive, to possess your every thought, whim and every little part of your being. Your soul especially.

You quickly realized the Entity’s infatuation, its twisted affection made further prevalent after you accidentally stumbled upon a haunting replica of your own past. A memory made physical, but never real. The people you cared about weren’t there, and the animals you did see just didn’t look alive. As if they lacked heart.

As the night stretched ever endlessly, you came to yearn for freedom- for a way out of this suffocating imprisonment. With every attempt to escape, the Entity's affection morphed into perceivable fury from the surrounding environment, its once soothing whispers turning into menacing warnings. You knew the risks, the danger of crossing such a mighty being, but the desire for freedom burned brighter than any fear. Even though you were still unaware of the realm's true purpose, its minions, and the actual victims trapped within.

Through sheer determination and cunning, you eventually pieced together forgotten fragments of lore and ancient whispers, not only revealing to you the realm’s true nature, but also uncovering a hidden passage that promised escape after a long time of searching. With a pounding heart and trembling hands, you set your plan into motion, long since haven found a way to evade the Entity's watchful gaze by using a strange yellow flower that oozed with a fluorescent yellow substance.

In the distance, near a tunnel made up mostly of stone bricks and various human body parts in different states of decay, you eventually found this potential way out. And it was made further evident as the yellow ooze’s potency sharply reduced after you jumped through the black mists that originally blocked up its entrance.

The escape was fraught with peril, every step echoing with the Entity's enraged cries and your nose tormented by the constant scent of decay. Shadows and mist alike twisted and writhed, attempting to ensnare you, but you pressed on, fueled by the flickering hope of freedom as you warded it with the unusual flower’s nectar. As you neared the exit, the Entity's desperation peaked, unleashing its full wrath upon you, a whirlwind of dark energy and desperate pleas. Even the unspoken threat of using the killers against you as you heard the rearing of chainsaws and the bone chilling screams of monsters echo from all around you.

With a final surge of willpower, you broke through the threshold, a familiar world outside welcoming you with open arms. Gasping for much needed air and a heart pounding wildly, you glanced back at the realm- a large hole in the surrounding morning mist that seemed to collapse in on itself. The Entity's form flickered beyond it in the distance, a mix of fury and heartbroken anguish etched upon its fading shadows- writhing in on itself.

You had escaped the clutches of the Entity, but its haunting presence always lingers in your memories. The chilling whispers and phantom touches serve as a constant reminder of the harrowing ordeal. Yet, with each passing day, you have found some solace in the newfound freedom, vowing to never forget the haunting dance with the possessive being that may almost have claimed your very soul, and to make sure that you’d never fall into its shadows ever again.

After all, despite your escape, the Entity persistently seeks ways to reclaim its hold, attempting to ensnare you from afar—a chilling reminder to remain ever vigilant against its unseen clutches.

#yandere #dbd x reader #dbd #reader #insert #dead by daylight #platonic

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