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lorimnnn · 1 year

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

Than you in advance! 💗

absolutely!!!!

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

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

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

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

DBD Killers With a Scared!Reader

Max Thompson Jr.

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

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

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

How did it ever come to this?

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

Then he hears small, breathless sniffles

Whips around, confused

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

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

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

he's completely quiet and just standing there

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

"I want to go home!"

Awkwarddddd

stands there watching you tear up and inwardly panics

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

he's grappling with the feeling of duty

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

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

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

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

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

*pat pat pat*

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

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

a bit harsh with it though

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

oh my gosh he feels so bad

hand retreats immediately

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

he's completely defenseless, too

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

you soften up a little

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

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

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

he's so scared he'll crush you

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

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

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

very well knows the entity may punish him for this

can't bring himself to care

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

absolutely melts

a natural at adapting to the cuddle

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

max cannot believe this is happening rn

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

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

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

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

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

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

but he'll see you again

just you wait, sweetpea

Kazan Yamaoka

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

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

you're on your own, kid

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

until the end

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

which meant a new survivor

so who was it?

where was it?

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

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

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

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

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

you back away

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you reminded him of his father taking his last breath

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

and seeing you was a painful reminder of all his regrets

so he sighed

and carefully made his way towards you

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

but the feared oni only scoffed

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

you sniffled pathetically

he loosened his grip on your face

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

swallows when you melt into his touch

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

"your arm is broken?"

"i... I think so."

"The Entity will fix it."

"Entity?"

sighs

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

does not expect you to throw yourself into his arms

the impropriety!!!

kazan is an Edo-era samurai, come on

freezes up like he's been violated

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

relaxes

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

won't get ahead of himself, though

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

you're baby now

not that you're complaining

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

he finds he... may like this

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

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

he doesn't mind you

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

depending only on him

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

but alas, he can't keep you here forever

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

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

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

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

Anna

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

and also, Anna loves a challenge

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

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

but some stayed

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

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

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

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

you can't breathe

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

she will look at you, consider your state

do you enjoy being such easy prey?

maybe, maybe not

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

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

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

you're absolutely done for

and you're terrified because of it

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

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

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

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

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

you just look so... small

like you need someone

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

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

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

at least the other survivors had their own skills

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

poor baby

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

motherly instincts absolutely activated

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

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

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

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

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

soothe you

it works, if only slightly

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

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

your eyes are just too innocent

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

not to that extreme

starts babying you until your cries cease completely

whispers to you comfortingly in Russian

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

at least, you think so

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

at that moment, her heart breaks for you

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

you are the last person deserving of this kind of hell

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

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

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

you follow dumbly, with a bewildered expression on your face

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

she doesn't want to let you go

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

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

they won't understand

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

So she pulls you to her, kisses your head

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

you just stare at her, confused

does it again

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

no! no! don't do that!

hugs you in a panic and pets your hair

depending on how severe she will pick you up again

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

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

oh trust me, she doesn't want to

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

strokes your hair and gives you a gentle push

she'll come back for you, y/n

mommy's proud of you!!!

yay! I did it!

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

please keep sending me requests!

oh, and remember to reblog and follow!

lorimn <3

#dbd #dbd x reader #the hillbilly x reader #max thompson jr #max thompson jr x reader #the hillbilly #kazan yamaoka #kazan yamaoka x reader #the oni #the oni x reader #the huntress x reader #dbd killers x reader #dead by daylight #dbd headcanons

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dbdcrackships · 18 days

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if you do requests can you do feng min and hillbilly. result of them being my mains

Crack-ship request: The Hillbilly x Feng Min

#dbd crack ship request #dbd crack ship of the day #The Hillbilly x Feng Min #dbd #dbd fanart #dbd ships #dead by daylight #dbd survivor #dbd killer #the hillbilly #feng min

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kcamberart · 1 year

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he would have thrived as a youtube film critic

#dead by daylight #dbd #the hierarchy of needs goes physiological > safety > love > weird ace skins #ace visconti #max thompson jr #the hillbilly #his archives lore is the best and no im not just saying that because he's my favorite

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bubbleteapenguin · 1 year

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🌸SPOOKY SLEEPOVER COLLECTION: KILLERS🌸

TRAPPER, WRAITH, HILLBILLY, AND NURSE

☎️💬💕💅🍦🧸🏥

TWITTER | TIKTOK | INSTAGRAM | SHOP | CARRD

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight killer #dead by daylight fan art #dead by daylight fandom #dbd fan art #dbd fanart #the trapper #the wraith #the hillbilly #the nurse #evan macmillan #philip ojomo #max thompson jr #sally smithson #horror fanart #bubble penguin art #2021 art #vector illustration

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gravysside · 2 months

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SISSY X MAX

You can't make cinnamon rolls without kneading the dough And I can't let you go, 'cause I need you so And so I'm gonna put you into a blender with me

#max thompson jr #sissy sawyer #sissy slaughter #max thimpson jr #dbd #dbd fanart #dbd killer #the hillbilly #dbd art #dead by daylight #dbd ships #tcm #the texas chainsaw massacre #tcm game #tcm fanart #tcm 1974

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bionicboxes · 1 month

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some sillies

#box art #dbd #dead by daylight #the hillbilly #the spirit #max thompson jr #rin yamaoka #the ghostface #ghostface #danny johnson #blood #body horror #max/rin friendship propaganda but also i was just drawing the characters i like #I was gonna wait until I had more drawings to post a bigger compilation w/ more characters but im impatient and that would take awhile #because school's been busy and ive got a busy next few weeks ahead #anyway i love putting characters in situations wholly unrelated to their original context its great.

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im-his-druidess · 5 months

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If I have to suffer through this brain rot then so do y'all 😩

Here's some NSFW oddly specific headcanons of mine for some Dead By Daylight characters ✌️

The Shape/Michael Myers

Height: 6'9ft

11in; thick; prominent veins

The Knight/Tarhos Kovàcs

Height: 6'6ft

10in; thick; uncut; wide

(Face Claim: Peter Steele)

The Executioner/Pyramid Head

Height: 7'0ft

12in; thick

Piercings: Frenum ladder; magic cross

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka

Height: 6'4ft

9in; thick; prominent veins

The Trapper/Evan MacMillan

Height: 6'5ft

8in; prominent veins; wide

The Ghost Face/Danny 'Jed' Olsen

Height: 6'0

8in; slight curve upwards

(Face Claim: Joseph Quinn)

Piercings: Magic cross

The Wraith/Philip Ojomo

Height: 6'7ft

10in; white lines painted on stomach and thighs

The Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr.

Height: 6'2ft

7in; uncut; thick

The Doctor/Herman Carter

Height: 6'3ft

9in; thick

Piercings: Frenum ladder; Prince Albert; Lorum. Both nipples (can run current through piercings)

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theres-a-body-here · 9 months

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The Hillbilly x Tomie!Reader (smut)

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

Max.

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

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

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

You looked forward to ruining him.

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

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

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

Your face changed into a strange look of amusement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Take off your pants" you ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

Max didn't understand what you meant by that.

"Take off your underwear too" You say calmly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hello! May I request something for The Hillbilly, The Oni and The Trapper? I was thinking about a reader who has very bad abandonment issues and upon not stumbling across them for some trials becomes very paranoid, but the moment that she finds them she hugs them and starts crying. The Entity was playing a cruel game as a punishment for the killers' underperformance, so it decided to take away who they love most for some time.

Aaaah! I'm so sorry, I always over explain 😭 If it's too complex or even overwhelming, please let me know! I'm more than willing to rephrase/simplify my request!

Thank you for reading! 🥰

Hi there! Please don't apologize, your explanation was very good and it helps me to write what you (hopefully) want to read! Thank you so much for the request, and happy reading! ❤️

“Washed away” - The Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr. x Fem!Reader

The rain trickled down on the campsite, making the ground all wet and muddy. The others ventured inside their tents, seeking shelter from the rain, but you remained by the campfire. Someone had to keep it alive anyways, otherwise no one knew what would happen. Plus, you didn’t want to be with the others now. You needed to be alone. Because that was your truth now, you were alone. Alone in this god forsaken place, left to the mercy of the darkness. Trial after trial had come and gone, and you hadn’t seen Max at all. Every other killer, again and again, but no Max. It was as if he had just gone and disappeared from the face of the earth. Had something happened to him? Had someone hurt him? The questions swirled around in your head like flies around a rotting corpse. Not knowing where he was was killing you. You curled up into a ball at the fireplace, shivering in the cold. Silent tears started rolling down your cheeks. No one understood you like Max, what if he truly was gone? You couldn’t stand the thought, biting your lower lip to keep yourself from sobbing. Not knowing where Max was, or if he even was safe, had decreased your performance during trials greatly. You got killed, hooked, tortured, and you were a terrible teammate to the others.

“It’s not fair!” you hissed to yourself, wiping the tears away from your face.

This couldn’t be it. You had to see him. Getting up from the log you sat on, you cast a glance towards the tents where the others were already sleeping. Pulling out an old kettle tag from your pocket, you threw it into the campfire. It was now or never. You took a deep breath, and without hesitating you walked into the deep, dark forest. You had to see him, come what may.

The offering had worked. As the forest gave way for the daylight, you found yourself at the Thompson farm. The cornfields, the big farmhouse, the barn. It was all here. You had been here outside of trials before, visiting Max. Outside of trials, this place almost could be seen as… peaceful. The evening sun was warm and inviting, casting everything in a golden light that only a southern sun could make so magical. You made your way through the cornfields up to the farmhouse, deciding to start your search for Max there. The warm wind didn’t stink of blood and rotting flesh now, you appreciated that. Inside the house the wallpaper was peeling off the walls, and it was very warm here. You studied the pictures on the walls, old photos with crooked frames and cracked glass. You didn’t recognise anyone in the photos, and knowing Max’s backstory, you guessed there weren’t any photos of him. Clenching your fist a little at the thought of his abusive parents, you continued your journey through the house. Studying the kitchen, the living room, the bedrooms, you found nothing of interest. Your heart felt heavy again, and you let out a deep sigh. Where was he? Had he really left you here, all alone? Suddenly, the sound of a crow cawing made you jump. You looked behind you, and quickly ran out of the house to see where the crow had flown off from. It was flying in the sky now, but what had startled it? And then you saw him. Emerging from the cornfields, that familiar limp in his steps and a wide grin on his lips as he saw you.

“Max!” you yelled out, running down the stairs of the farmhouse’s porch to throw yourself into his arms.

“Max, max, max, I can’t believe it…”

It was useless trying to hold the tears back now. You let them come, as you hugged Max tighter than you’d ever done before. You cried, your body shaking in his strong arms. He petted and stroked your back. You could feel him relaxing into your embrace, as he always did when the two of you hugged.

“Scared…” he whispered, and you looked up at him.

“Darling, I was so scared too! I-I thought I wouldn’t see you again!”

Max let out a deep sigh, and you could see his gaze turning sad.

“What happened, Max?”

Max looked at you, biting his lower lip.

“Punished”, he said, and your heart dropped to your stomach.

Punished. Ofcourse. The Entity must have thought he performed badly in trials, and this had been the punishment. It wasn’t fair, none of this fuckery was!

“Oh, Max…” you whispered, stroking his cheek with your hand.

The two of you hugged again, and it would take heaven and hell to break you up now.

“Ain’t no grave” - The Trapper/Evan MacMillan x Fem!Reader

A shot rang out through the night. Then another, followed by a piercing scream. You flinched at the scream, trying not to imagine the unbearable pain as that hook sank into your shoulder. The scream had belonged to Meg, poor fucker. You felt very bad for this, but you weren’t here in this trial to escape like the others. You wanted to find Evan. For many trials you hadn’t seen him, not even seen a bear trap. It made you feel terrible, not knowing where he was or if he was safe. So this trial, you had decided that you would find him. You had burnt an offering to get here, to the MacMillan estate, and it had worked. But your killer was the dreaded Deathslinger, not Evan. That had dampened your spirits a bit, but you silently promised Evan that you wouldn’t give up. If he wasn’t in this realm, you didn’t know where to look.

“Y/N! Concentrate!”

Jake's voice made you jump, and you continued working on the generator in silence. You might as well try and get the others out while you were here, but as soon as this generator was done and the gates were open, you wouldn’t leave anywhere. You’d go searching for Evan, you’d start at the coal mines and then make your way-

*BANG!*

You screamed in pain as you felt the piercing agony of the Deathslinger’s hook sink into your shoulder. Jake was nowhere to be seen, the coward had probably hidden the second he had smelled the killer. But you had been in your own head, and now you paid the price. Slowly, steadily, the Deathslinger reeled you in, and your attempts to free yourself were as usual useless. The Deathslinger chuckled as he lifted you up on his shoulder and started carrying you away to the closest meat hook. You struggled and panted in pain, but this only made him walk faster.

“Let me down, you fucker! Where’s Evan?” you tried, but the Deathslinger only laughed a cold, dry laugh at this.

The next second, the searing pain of the meat hook sinking into your wound made you scream. Through the tears and blood in your eyes, you fixated your gaze on the Deathslinger, grabbing onto the hook so it wouldn’t carry your whole body weight.

“Where is he?” you spat out, and for a second, the Deathslinger seemed to be astounded by your stubbornness.

Then, he let out another chuckle.

“Those who don’t perform get punished, darlin’.”

Punished. You felt your heart stop for a moment. The Deathslinger laughed at your reaction, then he turned around and walked away to find the others. You were left hanging on the hook, the pain making it hard to stay conscious. You had to find him. Desperate for an escape from the torture, you tried unhooking yourself. This failed, and your attempts were punished with another shot of pain through your body. The fog in your brain thickened, it was so hard to stay awake… Suddenly, you felt relief in your shoulder, and the cold ground hit against your knees. The next second, you felt the hook being taken out from your shoulder, and you let out a pained moan.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The Deathslinger appeared in front of you, but he wasn’t looking at you this time. He was looking behind you.

“You think you can just barge in here and ruin everything, you fucker?” the Deathslinger hissed, readying his gun.

Then your saviour stepped out in front of you. It was Evan.

“I ain’t afraid of you, you big old-”

The Deathslinger’s insults were cut short, as he took a step backwards, away from Evan. He stepped right into a bear trap. He barely had time to scream in pain, as Evan struck him across the face with the blunt end of his cleaver. The Deathslinger fell to the ground instantly, unconscious. You watched as Evan turned around to face you. The next second, you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.

“Evan!”

He quickly bent down and picked you up, carrying you to the closest rock so you could stand against it.

“Evan, I was so afraid!” you cried, and despite the pain still screaming in your shoulder, you hugged him.

He embraced you gently, careful not to hug your wound, and you were so happy to finally be with him again. For a second, whilst hanging on the hook, you had thought you’d never get to see him again. Now he was here, holding you, and his strokes on your back told you that he was going to take care of you. So you allowed yourself to relax, sighing as you melted into his embrace. He was here now.

“Raise Hell” - The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka x Fem!Reader

How long had it been since you’d seen Kazan? Days, weeks. You’d lost track of the time, you’d lost track of everything. Nothing mattered when he wasn’t around, and even more so now that you didn’t know what had happened to him. What if he had disappeared? Had he left you? No, you couldn’t start thinking like that! Shaking your head slightly to get rid of those thoughts, you shifted focus back to the generator you and Nea were working on. Red wire goes behind the carburetor, blue wire goes there… But what if Kazan was in trouble? What if he needed you, and you just wasted away repairing generators? With an annoyed grunt, you stopped working on the generator and got up from the ground. You had to find out where he was. Your killer this round was Ghostface, but you were in the realm of Kazan, at the temple. Ghostface had a grand old time now, hiding in the tall grass and bushes and attacking like a coward. You were so fed up by him, but as much as you hated him, you knew he was the one with information. Maybe he knew where Kazan was? That camera of his must have seen something, but how were you going to get that information from him? As you heard Meg getting hooked, not too far away from your generator, you thought fast.

“Nea!” you whispered, quickly dragging Nea away from the generator.

“What? Is he coming?”

“Nea, I need your help”, you quickly explained, always glancing over your shoulder. “When he comes… we jump him, okay?”

“What?”

Nea looked like she was about to burst out laughing, but when she saw you were serious, she got scared.

“Are you serious? What the hell has gotten into you?!” she whispered back, but you only grabbed her and pulled her closer.

“I need this, okay! Will you help me?”

Nea looked like she was thinking for a few moments, then she let out a deep sigh and nodded. You nodded back at her, grateful to still have some loyal friends in this hellhole. The two of you waited by the generator, hiding in the grass so as to not be noticed by Ghostface. A couple of minutes went by, nothing happened. You silently hoped that Dwight was saving Meg right now.

“Y/N!” Nea whispered all of a sudden, and there you saw him.

That black cloak was barely noticeable in the dark grass, but he was sitting there, watching them. They knew they couldn’t let him stalk them for too long, or the Entity granted him greater power as a reward.

“Now!” you screamed, and the two of you jumped straight at Ghostface.

You barely noticed the knife slashing your arm. You clawed your way onto his arm and held on for dear life. Nea got his legs, and after a short, but bloody, struggle, the two of you got him onto the ground. Nea aimed a kick at his stomach, you took a grip of his arm and forced the knife to fall out of his hand. He roared in anger, but Nea quickly got him in a chokehold so you could get up from the ground. You panted, your fresh wounds pounding in pain. But the adrenaline rush was making your body stronger, right now you couldn’t care less about being hurt. You only had one thing in mind now.

“Where’s Kazan?”

Ghostface stopped struggling for a second, just staring at you. Then you heard him burst into laughter behind the mask, and this angered you greatly. You kicked him in the face, and he shouted in anger.

“I said: WHERE IS HE?!” you screamed, your voice echoing through the dark night.

Nea held onto Ghostface bravely, her gaze betraying her and showing shock and confusion. Ghostface didn’t laugh this time. He breathed in with a hissing breath, you could see some blood dripping from his jaw underneath the mask.

“Why do you care?” he hissed, and this prompted you to kick his face again.

“Tell me where he is, now! I know you’re the one who knows things around here!”

A couple of minutes of silence, save for Nea’s grunts as she struggled to keep Ghostface down. Then…

“He’s not here.”

Ghostface let out a dry chuckle.

“The Entity wasn’t pleased with him, so it sent him away. For good.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach instantly. You gasped, blinking a couple of times. This was exactly what Ghostface wanted, and with a quick swing of the arm, he had thrown Nea to the ground and gotten his knife back.

“And I’m gonna make you pay for wasting my time like this!” he roared, flinging towards you.

You didn’t fight back, as he pushed you to the ground and towered above you, brandishing his knife. It was no use fighting back, Kazan was gone. Better let death come quickly. Suddenly, a loud roar could be heard in the far distance. Ghostface looked behind him, but turned back to face you and lifted his knife up high.

“I’m gonna make you bleed like a stuck-”

The loud roar got closer, fast, and the next second Kazan’s Kanabo bursted through the air, landing on Ghostface’s shoulder. Ghostface was instantly struck down to the ground, but he quickly got up to defend himself. But Kazan was here now, and his sharp blade made quick work of Ghostface’s throat. Ghostface dropped to the ground again, and this time he didn’t get up.

“Kazan!” you shrieked, getting up from the ground.

Kazan panted heavily, releasing his blade and Kanabo on the ground to embrace you. For the first time in ages, you felt safe again, as he held you in his strong arms. You breathed out shakily, and then the tears came.

“Kazan… I was so afraid I wouldn’t…”

Kazan hushed you, embracing you tightly and sighing heavily. He rarely spoke, and when he did, it was just a few words in his language, but you always understood what he wanted. Now, his embrace let you know that he was never going to let you go again. You were safe.

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