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slashthrashandcrash · 10 hours

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What if Meg..........short hair..........

And what if this also emotionally devastated Ghostface because he loved his girlfriend's long hair very good for grabbing very fun to play with

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robotslovedeath · 1 day

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hi everyone i bring dead by daylight ocs

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pobutterfly · 23 hours

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"Sorry...Is this yours?"

#dead by daylight #commission open #dbd #dbd survivor #dbd fanart #dbd art #deadbydaylight #dbd killer #the unknown #sable ward

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yoitsgb · 2 days

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yeah.

#dead by daylight #dbd #dead by daylight fanart #dbd fanart #fanart #dbd killer #the deathslinger #caleb quinn #dbd survivor #ace visconti #aceslinger

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genrihgayne · 2 months

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AU or smth Tell me you can see my vision please I'm going insane (The Unknown is my scrunkly Smiley and I like how uncanny he is)

#dbd fanart #dbd #dbd survivor #dbd killer #dwight fairfield #the unknown #dead by daylight #tw blood #tw body horror #dbd the unknown #dbd all things wicked #tw horror #horror

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satanscatsan · 2 months

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Sable in pants ft the unknown photobombing her ＼(^o^)／

#dbd #dead by daylight #the unknown #sable ward #sable #art #fanart #dbd survivor #dbd killer #dbd fanart #illustration

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negasonik-teenage-warhead · 13 days

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little rats

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ru1nna · 1 month

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#dbd #deadbydaylight #SableWard #dead by daylight #the unknown #sable ward #sable #art #fanart #dbd survivor #dbd killer #dbd fanart #illustration

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ogromnaya-davilka · 3 months

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pov you're a killer

#art #horror #alan wake #aw #aw2 #alan wake 2 #dbd #dbd survivor #dead by daylight #dbd fanart

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slashthrashandcrash · 8 hours

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T-toxic Y-y-yuri...Ghostmeg....😫

Dammit anon you know I'm weak for unhinged lesbians!!!!!

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transitcowboy · 4 months

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I kinda miss making YT thumbnails.

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pyramid-heads-knife · 2 months

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11/10 service at the Greenville movie theater. These guys genuinely deserve employee of the month. Or year, even. Went to the movie theater with my duo (the Mikaela) @bacondaddy

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buggee22 · 7 days

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i have to add noah to the dbd au, i have to. i need to do it for firebrand.

#noah maxwell #firebrand #slenderverse #tribe twelve #noah tribetwelve #tribetwelve #t12 #dbd #dbd x t12 #dbd au #dbd survivor #dead by daylight fanart #dead by daylight

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ziggith · 2 months

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Lil sketch of Renato with braid. I can't understand why the developers are missing out on the opportunity to give him an interesting hairstyle...

(please stop cutting my boy's hair)

#dbd art #dbd fanart #dead by daylight #dbd #dbd survivor #renato lyra

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satanscatsan · 2 months

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freaky lil guy and a princess

#dead by daylight #dbd #the unknown #fanart #sable ward #art #illustration #horror #creepy #dbd fanart #dbd killer #killer #dbd survivor

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diejager · 7 months

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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.

#x reader #dbd x reader #the oni x reader #kazan yamaoka #the oni dbd #dead by daylight #dbd smut #dbd imagines #dbd fanfic #dbd killer #dbd survivor #the Oni x reader smut #The oni smut #dbd x female reader #fem! reader #dbd x reader smut #dead by daylight smut #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight survivor

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