ghostsbabey

[ghostsbabey]

🌈 Pride 2023 Wallpaper Commission for BHVR

[ghostsbabey]

Cursed Slashers #4

(sorry not to come back)

[ghostsbabey]

A little bit late for this.

[ghostsbabey]

Dredge/Reader nsfw

I have no regrets (:

   The locker shuddered around you as you hid yourself inside the small confines of the red closet. You needed to get out, the cold creeping through your clothes as the feeling of something wrong enveloped you in a vice grip. Black mist swallowed your legs, small arms reaching around your shaking form as you slammed yourself against the locker doors. Darkness filled the locker, your sense disoriented as the stench of rotted flesh filled the confined space. A choked cry escaped your throat as the full form of the dredge unveiled itself from the darkness it shrouded its form in. The already small space felt miniscule as your body was smashed against the doors of the locker, the smell overwhelming you; your head swam. With a slam of its weapon against the locker doors, you jumped and stared directly at what you assumed was its head in the dark of the locker. The silence was deafening, both of you locked in a stare almost as if your gaze averted you’d be torn from the stillness that had your legs locked. You had nowhere to go, and the tight space only became tighter as its mass of heads and limbs loomed over your smaller frame.    The deafening sound of the crescendo of voices from the dredge pulled you from your deer-like state. It was all wrong, the weapon long abandoned next to your shoulder- lodged in the locker door. The voices echoing around the locker lowered, the words barely able to be made out over the sound of your heart beating in your ears. “So long… Been so long. One touch. Pretty. Please-” The words overlapped each other, smaller hands reaching from the void-like smoke that followed the dredge wherever it went. Instinctively your back hit the locker doors again, pushing yourself as far away as possible but there was nowhere to shove yourself to avoid the hands that inevitably reached your legs. The incessant pulling caught you off guard, your body stumbling forward as your balance was quickly lost to the onslaught of hands that grabbed and pulled at your clothes. Your reaction was delayed, and as ashamed as you were, the words pulled at something inside you. What existed in front of you used to be people, corrupted just like the others trapped in the hellscape of the entity’s realm. It was no surprise that came with the desire to feel human contact, the desires that you had buried not long after coming to the realm. Your body pressed against the mass of mangled flesh, arms wrapping around you with inquisitive hands moving along your form. Your cheeks burned, you knew it was a bad idea to allow, and the smell of rotting flesh was putting you off being so close to such a killer for so long. Your breath hitched as the main head dipped closer to yours, its eyes glancing over your face- reading your expression. Your body jolted as two spiked limbs protruded from the mist under the fleshy masses, tearing at your clothes with precision you didn’t expect. Your sigh was returned en masse, sighs and moans overlapping and echoing off the walls of the lockers, distorting the sounds around you. With a sharp inhale, your hands carefully lifted to rest your palm against the ulcerated flesh stretched over the face of the dredge.    Sighs echoed around you, the head tilting towards your palm before your body was suddenly hoisted, the hands desperately scrambling to feel your body. Your own content sighs were easily drowned out by the multitude of voices singing their praises around you, the hands working their way to your chest and between your thighs. With no hesitation, deft fingers made quick circles around your clit- the other hands moving to spread you open. You didn’t know if the hands belonged to men, women, or something the entity conjured up as some sick mockery of what those people used to be, yet you found yourself not caring as each hand caressed every part of your body. Whispers of praise only spurred on your confidence, your head moving to plant a featherlight kiss next to the gaping maw of its mouth. With a low purr, two fingers slipped inside you- pumping in and out of you at a quick rate. Your body felt incredibly hot, everything overwhelming your senses as yet another pair of hands gripped your chest. It was too much, too fast, and yet you found yourself unable to form the words to warn the killer holding you up about your rapidly approaching end. Your moans mixed with the symphony of voices, a heated tightness forming in your lower abdomen, and you found yourself grinding down onto its fingers. You opened your mouth, ready to try and articulate some string of words, before two fingers shoved their way into the now available opening. With quick understanding, your tongue ran along the digits while your hips ground down against the fingers pumping into your core. With a sudden jolt, your body stiffened as your climax washed over you, a low groan sounding out as the multitude of hands continued their assault on your form. With a disapproving grunt, its fingers were removed from your mouth and you found yourself suddenly being pulled towards the shadowy mist below its body. Panic overwhelmed you as your legs were engulfed by the void-like opening, there was no escape and you were a fool to let such a creature even get this close to you. You screwed your eyes shut as the multitude of hands pulled, the echoing voices cooing and purring at you. Your eyes opened at the feeling of something curling around your leg, you were still alive, you could still feel, and yet something felt wrong. With a quick glance, your lower half was completely engulfed in the dredges mist, yet your upper body was still being held up with a softer than expected grasp. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted as the feeling of whatever entangled your leg crept up to between your thighs, rubbing at your entrance. Before you could even speak, one of the spiked appendages raised itself above your head, the point of the appendage facing towards your head- a warning of sorts. With a quick movement, the appendage coiled around your leg suddenly pushed into you, stretching you open without time to adjust. Through gritted teeth, you hissed, the sudden intrusion causing discomfort as you became used to its size and shape. Without hesitation, the appendage began pumping into you, wriggling slightly as the textured walls of the fleshy appendage rubbed against yours. The moans became deafening, each voice becoming shrill and deep at the same time- your own moans lost in theirs. With each thrust of the appendage inside you, your hips matched its rhythm- desperate for another orgasm to be ripped from you. Movement caught your eye as a bumpy tendril slithered from the maw of the dredge, and you didn’t resist when it coiled around your neck and into your mouth. You were quick to get accustomed to the unnatural texture, your tongue moving around it almost in a mock kiss. If only the other survivors could see you, strung up by hands, half engulfed by the killer, and letting yourself get fucked by it in the small confines of a locker. Yet, there was nothing else you’d want in that very moment.    The feeling of both your mouth and cunt being filled, the fact you had no control over what was happening to your body in that moment, it was exhilarating. Your body felt hotter than ever, the same coil tightening in your abdomen as your rocked your hips with the thrusting of the appendage. It was too much, and yet you found yourself pushing yourself deeper into the very void that’d engulf your whole body- leaving you god knows where. A pleased hum sounded from the dredge, the other voices mimicking the hum in different pitches, and with a sudden movement, the spiked appendage was moved away from your head, instead resting near your waist. A needy whine escaped you, the appendage picking up a quicker pace as it stuffed you full- the tendril coiling around your throat slightly while shoving itself deeper into your mouth. Its larger hands moved to rest on your chest, the smaller hands suspending your body in place over the abyss-like void opening. It didn’t take long for your breathing to quicken, your legs to shake, and your body to jolt slightly with each forceful thrust. A strangled moan intermingled with the dredges gurgled growl, your climax ripping through you as it fucked you through your orgasm. Small whines sounded from you as it continued to thrust into your core, your jaw becoming sore from having it open for too long. It didn’t take long for it to follow soon after, the appendage stretching slightly inside of you before filling you completely with fluid. The tendril slipped from your mouth and uncoiled from your neck before retreating into the darkness of its mouth. You were panting, an uncomfortable fullness from the fluid it filled you with, and yet you weren’t sure what it was. You couldn’t see into the inky black abyss that engulfed your lower half. Sensing your apprehension, the hands slowly started to pull your body back out, a thick red slime-like fluid covering your legs and oozing from your cunt painfully slow. You could barely feel your legs as the smaller hands retreated into the darkness below its body, its larger hands gripping your waist to hold you with ease. Whispers of thank you's flooded the locker, the sound becoming too much to bear for your ears, before it suddenly shoved the locker open. Revealing all three of your teammates standing outside the locker, their flushed faces turning into horror as their eyes fell upon the dredge. What an introduction to the entity’s realm, and yet you couldn’t care less, even as the cold metal of the hook sunk into your flesh. You swore you could still hear those whispers of thank you, and with a quick glance at the blood gushing from your wound, you’d still do it all over again.

#the dredge #dead by daylight #dbd #nsfw #reader insert #dredge x reader #look man I'm self indulgent :/ #I love this ugly flesh mass of humans

[ghostsbabey]

DBD! Nemesis X F!Reader

y’all I’m already on my shit, pls forgive me (*/ω＼*) I’ve always loved this certified Big Boy and now I have a reason to post stuff for him and not let it sit in my docs 

NSFW below the cut

His heavy breathing filled your ears, his hand gripping your head tightly- shielding your vision from whatever was going on around you. Your legs twitched as you dangled from his grip, your body pressed against the wall outside the police station, his tentacle entangled around your leg. Your arms hung uselessly at your sides- the only movement from the thrusting of the tentacle into your aching core. Heat spread across your face as you were held so easily, his hand bigger than your head- his figure looming over your small frame. A muffled moan escaped you, your legs tensing as the tentacle rubbed against your walls. A satisfied growl sounded from the hulking monster, the appendage twisting inside you, curling slightly before continuing a rigorous pace. You wanted to move your hands, to touch the mottled flesh that covered his muscled body- yet fear paralyzed you. All it would take is a single crushing flex of his fingers, and your head would become mush- rendering you as unrecognizable as your clothes that lay in tatters. 

Zombies shuffled around both of you, the sound of you both failing to attract their attention- they didn’t dare approach with Nemesis so close. A tight knot was forming in your core, your breathing quickening with each thrust from the tentacle. You wanted to move, your body burning with desire and fear. Even without your vision you could feel how close he was, his body just barely out of reach, his eye watching every twitch of your body. With a sudden spasm in your legs, you cried out, the knot in your core coming undone as your orgasm quickly overtook you. Your arms shot up, gripping at his wrist without a second thought- your hips grinding down against his tentacle. You swore you could’ve heard something that sounded like a purr, a low sound coming from his throat. Much too soon the tentacle suddenly pulled out of you, uncurling around your leg. You barely processed as your body was lifted from the wall, thrown to the ground with ease- only to have the same tentacle wrap around your neck tightly. Your breathing hitched, his grip around your neck only tightening as he stalked towards your exposed body. 

With a loud thud, he dropped onto his knees, your body effortlessly lifted by your neck- a strangled whine just barely escaping your throat. With a quick movement, you were pressed against his chest, his free hand moving to grab your waist with ease. You sucked in air as the pressure around your neck lessened, the tentacle curling slightly as it rose closer to your face. You felt like a rag doll, his hand engulfing your waist as your legs splayed open over his- his gaze never leaving your form. Your eyes found themselves warily watching the tentacle, your body tense even as your own arousal never left; always at the back of your mind. It wasn’t until his hand left your waist that his motive became clear, his hand gripping the black plastic near his hips before tearing it. Your eyes widened as his length sprung free from their confines, the flesh scarred and mottled like the rest of his body. Your mouth went dry as your core ached, unsure of how he was going to fit, yet also thinking of how he’d feel inside you. His own impatience answered your question, his hand moving to your hip to grind them against his length. It didn’t take long for him to push himself inside of you without warning, a drawn out groan escaping you as he stretched you open. There wasn’t any way he was going to fit completely, your walls clenching around him as he stuffed you completely- yet your hips never touched his. That didn’t deter him, his hips jerking slightly before moving at a ruthlessly brutal pace- his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises. Your hands gripped at the black plastic that wrapped around his chest, your breathing coming in quick huffs. Your mind went blank as he continued to thrust into you, moans escaping you frequently. You wanted to articulate how well he felt inside you, how big he was, yet you couldn’t even find the strength to move your mouth. The sound of the trial was drowned out, your body leaning against his completely as you let him hold you up. 

A low growl sounded from him, the tentacle suddenly pressing against your mouth insistently. You obliged, your mouth opening to let him ravage your throat- you welcomed his mercilessness, your wetness making lewd sounds echo around the trial. Whatever was happening around you didn’t matter, all you could focus on was his burning length inside you and the tentacle shoving itself down your throat. Your tongue moved around it as best as you could manage, your hips trying to match his movements. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to start building again, the knot in your core returning as you felt his length drag along your walls. Your nerves were on fire, sweat pooling on your skin even with the trial being as cold as it was. His growls and snarls were practically tuned out, your focus nonexistent except on the feeling of himself inside you. With a loud groan, your orgasm washed over you again, your walls spasming around him. With a sudden buck of his hips, he hilted as much of himself inside you as he could, a loud roar escaping him as his own climax overcame him. His tentacle suddenly shoved itself deeper down your throat, almost choking you; his grip tightening on you as his hips started moving again. You weren’t going to go anywhere anytime soon, and even with your eyelids starting to droop- you didn’t think that was important to him. You were basically being used as a toy for him, your body easily manipulated with his hands. Yet you loved every second of it, and didn’t want to be anywhere else.

#dead by daylight #dbd #nemesis #resident evil 3 #RE3 nemesis #look I just love this man okay? #I think he's my all time favorite in dbd now #sorry philip #there's a new man in town #dbd nemesis #reader insert #nsfw

[ghostsbabey]

So.... Nemesis in dbd huh? Guess that gives me an excuse to write more porn of nemesis and actually post it 👀

#excuse my rambling #I'm being horny on main #dbd #dead by daylight #resident evil #nemesis

[ghostsbabey]

dorito on stilts whomst i love

#I love him #funky tall dorito man #dbd #dead by daylight #philip ojomo #the wraith #not my art

[ghostsbabey]

*hands you a cow* *hands you a cow* *hands y

[ghostsbabey]

Amanda Young (DBD) x F Reader NSFW Warning: Blood, slight knifeplay, rough (slight) femdom

“It’s always stuffy in here. I hate it, why do you insist on meeting in the meat plant?” You whined as she led you deeper into Gideon, her grip tightening on your wrist while shooting you a sharp glare. Her glare silenced you immediately, not wanting to anger her when in her own territory, especially with her equipment being so close to use at her discretion. “If you’re going to bitch about it, I’ll blindfold you. You don’t know how hard it is to convince Her to let us take a survivor one on one into a trial area. We have to give a lot.” She grumbled dangerously low, tugging you into the large office room; monitors flickering images of the usual puppet she used- Billy. Confusion washed over you as you looked around- nothing was different, yet Amanda's demeanor completely changed. She turned to you, a smug smile tugging at her lips as she shrugged off the usual red coat she wore to reveal a black leather outfit. Heat rose to your cheeks instantly as you looked over the get-up, how you hadn’t realized she wasn’t wearing her usual jeans escaped you. She pressed her hands to your chest, shoving you against one of the cold metal tables, her leg pressing between yours as she whispered close to your ear, “while it may be a hassle to get these moments with you, I think they’re worth it. Especially when I can get you to do whatever I want.”

    With a nip against the shell of your ear, you jumped, your cheeks flushing a dark shade of red. The sound of a blade dragging across the table caught your attention, your eyes darting to meet your own reflection of the blade on her wrist. Panic bubbled in your throat as she brought it closer to your face, her coos about how defenseless you looked causing knots to form in your stomach. With a quick movement of her hand, your shirt was sliced off with ease; exposing your chest to the cold air. Her hands were instantly on your chest, her fingers pinching at your nipples as she leaned into your neck to pepper the sensitive flesh in small bites. “You know.. I always love how easy it is for me to fuck with you. You make it that easy,” she chided, her teeth digging into your neck with a hard bite. You jolted in surprise with a yelp, your body slamming back into the table hard enough to leave bruises. “What? Do you not like this position? Here, I have a better one you’ll love,” she cooed, her hands gripping your hips to suddenly spin you, her body pressing against the table where you once were. With a quick movement, she lifted her body onto the table, spreading her legs open while slowly slicing through the leather shorts she chose. “Since you seem so shy when I touch you, you’ll have to earn your keep. Make your mouth useful for once instead of the incessant whining you always do. Worship me for all I care, just don’t be so stiff and useless when I’m touching you.” She practically growled at you, her hands moving to your shoulders to shove you down, forcing your head closer to between her thighs. 

    You couldn’t deny how much her words affected you, your own wetness betraying the shame that burned on your face. You loved how rough she was with you, inside and outside when she was trying to kill you. Without a word, you moved your hands to spread her legs open more, discarding the shorts she carelessly sliced off. With a hum of impatience, her hand buried itself in your hair to shove your face into her. You could feel the cold steel of the knife as she held your hair; needing no more persuasion, you moved your tongue along her folds- focusing on making small circles around her sensitive nub. A sigh of relief could be heard as you moved your tongue against her, the blade of the knife pressing against the back of your neck threateningly. Her hips ground against your face fervently as she hissed, “fuck… Finally. It’s been too long since I’ve had a moment with you, took you long enough to do your damn job. Only took me practically suffocating you.” You squeezed your tights together, your own arousal growing with each word she spit at you. Her words shouldn’t affect you the way they did, but you couldn’t help it; your fingers moving to slowly push them into her as you moved your tongue around her clit. 

    You didn’t know how long you were on your knees for her, her breathing getting heavier with each stroke of your tongue. The knife dug into your neck, beads of blood dripping down your neck and back as you curled your fingers, pumping them in and out of her at a quick pace. Your legs and core ached, you wanted so badly to be touched, yet you knew with her mood it wasn’t happening. With a sudden buck of her hips, she moaned your name as her orgasm washed over her. The knife dug into your neck more, a pained whimper sounding from you as she slowly came down from her end. Your legs ached as you pulled your head away slightly, looking up at her with admiration. Her gaze met yours almost instantly, a wicked grin spreading across her face- the knife leaving your neck. With a quick shove to your shoulders, you were shoved onto the cold floor of the office-like room. She quickly stood, her movements quick as she planted herself on your hips, a sadistic gleam in her eye. Dread ran through you as she lifted the blade, dragging it slowly down your exposed chest. Goosebumps raised on your skin as you pleaded, “Amanda… Please, I want you to touch me, did I not do a good enough job? I want to feel good too.” Her face softened for a split second before she sliced across your chest suddenly. A loud whine escaped you as she ran her free hand across the gash, spreading the blood across your breasts. “You did a good job. After I pushed you to do the damn job in the first place. Let me enjoy myself, maybe then I’ll give you what you want.. If you behave-” she sighed contentedly, “which I doubt.” With another quick slash of the blade, blood poured from the second cut she made into your flesh, her body bending to run her tongue along the cut briefly- teasingly. You squirmed under her, your body on fire from arousal and pain. Your brain was screaming for you to run, to get as far away from her as possible, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to move from under her. With each cut from the blade, you found yourself whimpering her name, your nails digging into your own palms. Touching her was a gamble you were not willing to take.

    It felt like hours of her continuously making more cuts in your skin, blood covering your chest as she spread it with her hands. She rubbed her hands along her thighs, seemingly entranced by the blood gushing from your wounds. “You’ve done so well.. Are you ready for your reward?” She purred, her voice laced with lust. Your mind was in a haze as you slowly nodded, your eyes half-lidded as you managed to meet her gaze. “Good-” she cooed, plunging the knife into your throat as she leaned closer to your face, the stench of blood filling your nostrils, “you get advice. Do better next time.” You choked, your own blood filling your lungs as you struggled to breathe. The whole thing should’ve made you feel disgusted, distraught, and yet all you could focus on was how much you were looking forward to her coming to find you again in Gideon. After all, it wasn’t every day the Entity allowed for such play in Her realm. Amanda would find you again, then probably fuck you senseless with whatever she toy she snuck in with her. 

#amanda young #the pig #dead by daylight #dbd #amanda young x reader #nsfw #female reader #it's okay y'all it's all consenual #reader enjoys amandas rough treatment #they'll cuddle later

[ghostsbabey]

Can you do nsfw bligth

I know this is a very late answer, but I hope you still enjoy it (｡•́︿•̀｡). I’ve been trying to get back into writing since college and work has been very draining. I hope you still enjoy it (and everyone else that loves our boy blight)

Curiosity is often what leads to your downfall, the trials being nothing more than a playground for killers made for less than satisfactory for you to do your work. The entity was a strange being that made no sense. Yet you couldn’t help but want to know more. What made these killers the way they are, what makes the survivors a survivor. They could do just as much damage as a killer could with the right tools. Was it the entity? Their own morals or lack thereof? Questions swirled in your head as the fog thickened around your form at the campfire. Your head was spinning before the trial had even started; it was going to be a bad one. Large flowers bloomed at every corner of the trial, a strange goldish yellow liquid leaking from their cores. You had been found during one of your midst of morbid curiosity, watching him kill Jeff with a syringe that caused multiple goldish yellow bubbles to form under Jeffs flesh. Whatever he had done had deformed him beyond recognition, and yet you found yourself more intrigued by the killer himself. 

 You didn’t know what came over you- or him- as you found yourself exposed and craving his touch, your tongue moving around his length to get any positive reinforcement from the man standing in front of you. The pulsating sound escaping them each flower couldn’t draw your attention away from the killer gripping your hair and forcing his length down your throat. Your knees ached as rocks dug into your skin, yet you didn’t care as you willingly bobbed your head, your hands gripping his cloak tighter with each thrust of his hips. It had been so long for both of you, so long since you had felt such closeness, and you were sure he felt the same. His needy growls filled your ears as he neared his end, his thrusts becoming more sporadic as his fingers tightened in your hair. You hummed around him, pleased with how close he was already. You couldn’t help but want to taste him, to see if the same fluid that lit up his eyes and gaping maw would mix with his cum. Your own arousal was evident as you stared up at him, a pleading desperation in your gaze while you bobbed your head. With one final thrust, he let out a loud purr as his climax washed over him. You swallowed eagerly before pulling your head away, a dark flush across your cheeks. 

It didn’t take long for him to move you, pulling you to your feet to shove you against a tree and lift your leg with his hand to spread them open. His body pressed against yours, forcing your legs open more, as his fingers spread your lips before making slow circles around your clit. Your breath hitched at the sudden touch, your body heating as you whimpered. You wanted him inside you, yet you knew he wasn’t going to give you it that easily. He watched your reactions as he worked you with his fingers, each twitch and moan making him focus his attention to turn you into a writhing mess. A knot was forming in your core, your orgasm rapidly approaching as he focused his fingers on your clit again. You could feel his burning member pressing against you, yet you couldn’t find the words to articulate how badly you wanted him inside you. All you could focus on was clinging to his cloak as he pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm washing over you with a loud moan, your legs shaking and hips twitching with each continued movement of his fingers. A satisfied low growl sounded from him at your reaction, his gaze taking you in as you shuddered and gasped under his fingers. It didn’t take long before he retracted his hand away from your core, a needy whine escaping you from the lack of contact. Even with your post orgasm haze clouding your thoughts, you found yourself pulling him closer to you to grind your hips against him. The desire to be fucked by him was burning through you, you wanted to feel him fill you, and all you could do was needily whine your wants to him; only to be met with silence. 

His length was pressed against your folds, his hips slowly moving as if to tease you and force you to make more noises for him. He wanted to hear how badly you wanted him, and you gladly delivered, your own pleas falling from your mouth quickly. Your desperation only spurred him on. With a quick motion, he pushed his length into you, purrs escaping him while stroking your cheek with surprising gentleness. A loud groan ripped its way from your throat as he hilted himself inside you, his hips pressing against yours. You found yourself turning your head into his hand, relaxing into his touch. It didn’t take long for you to adjust to him, your own impatience getting the better of you as you tried grinding your hips against his. He didn’t need anymore reassurance, with a sudden snap of his hips he set a quick pace thrusting into you. Each guttural growl was met with one of your moans, a darker flush spreading across your face. A familiar warmth spread through your core, praises spilling from your lips while your nails dug into him. His growls increased in frequency with each thrust, his other hand moving to dig his nails into your hip. The noises from both you and him echoed around the trial, and yet you were too far gone to care if there were any survivors left to hear. The knot in your core was slowly getting tighter with each movement of his length dragging along your walls. You could feel him twitching inside you, his own end approaching as his breathing became more ragged. You couldn’t help the moans that escaped you as your orgasm washed over you once again. His growls filling your ears as he reached his climax as well, the feeling of his cum filling you only heightening your end. You could barely focus on the feeling of him pulling out of you, a sudden pinching feeling in your neck barely able to snap you out of your haze. Your eyes tried to focus on him, his hand moving from your cheek to hold your head in place as he used his other hand to push the plunger down on the syringe. A burning sensation spread from the injection site before he yanked out the syringe to discard it, his arms suddenly enveloping you in a tight embrace. You could barely focus on what was happening as your breathing became labored, yellowish fluid coming up your throat to form large bubbles under your flesh. It didn’t take long for your throat to swell and burst, blood and the same fluid that dripped from his form spilling from the open sore. A weak smile formed on your face as you lost consciousness. It was worth it.

#dead by daylight #dbd #the blight #talbot grimes #blight #reader insert #F reader #blight/reader #blight x reader #slight mentions of body horror? #nsfw #trying to get back into the swing of things #(っ- ‸ – ς)

[ghostsbabey]

Been awhile

Howdy, I’ve been gone for a long fucking time. My medical program and job has been running me ragged and I just wanted to give an update to this account instead of leaving complete radio silence. I genuinely do not know if I want to continue writing for dead by daylight (or writing in general) as my interest in the game itself has dwindled significantly. I’m still trying to decide on what I want to do, and I deeply apologize for anyone that sent in any asks while I’ve been on my semi-hiatus. It’s been extremely hard to keep up with everything going on in my life and I’m sorry if I suddenly disappear again (｡•́︿•̀｡). I’ll try to look through my inbox and make sure to write any that are currently there, but for now I think I’ll be closing requests/asks permanently until my schedule becomes less crowded. If I decide to continue writing, even if not for DBD, I’ll post as much as I can but I can make no promises.

#Ghost Talks #just an update for y'all #I know i've been very radio silent #sorry :(

[ghostsbabey]

Hii can I ask an NSFW Myers x crazy, stalker girl who is totally into and admire him and his "work" and she is crazy into him, full of newspaper cuts, photos and stuff in her room, and she live in an imagination where she is a wife of Myers, and she is always wear a wedding dress, she can absolutely kill anyone for him, and hate Laurie because she think Michael is deals with her too much? :D (and have an other idea just can't fit here more words)

Hi, unfortunately, as my rules state, I don’t really write for personalized characters or OC’s. I have no issues writing the insert if it was just a few descriptors (shy, anxious, angry, self conscious, etc), however it seems more personalized- which I don’t feel very comfortable writing for. I’m sorry if this wasn’t the response you were expecting but the rules are up for a reason ^^;

[ghostsbabey]

HEWWO UR KAZAN HCS ARE LEGENDARY!!! Love the mans sm,,buut,,,i also wuv Pyramid Head!! Can I pweese get headcanons on PH and Kazan fighting over the reader? Tysm ur blog provides the GOOD FOOD!!!

Thank you so much! I haven’t been writing as much lately so I’m sorry if this isn’t as good as my previous posts. ( ≧Д≦) I hope you enjoy it though, I love writing for both kazan and pyramid head.

It started as small things, their gaze settling on your form before retreating back to guard generators or chase another nearby survivor.

It almost seemed to come as a contest between the two: who can give their potential S/O an easier time- after all, how else can they show their affection?

Kazan is the quickest to pick up on how little his efforts are being recognized, yet he’s hesitant to approach a survivor- especially during a trial

Pyramid head is the first to approach his potential S/O, cornering them as grunts and growls uttered from under his helm only furthered his S/O’s confusion

Kazan is the quickest to give gifts, focusing on trying to gain the S/O’s trust before making any sort of move

Most of these gifts would include jewelry (bone, golds, silvers, whatever he could possibly find or haggle from the entity), clothing, and hand painted masks.

Pyramid head isn’t one that’s very.. emotional. His version of giving gifts involves giving things that his S/O wouldn’t really know what to do with. “A mannequin leg…. Thanks?”

It doesn’t take their S/O long to realize what’s happening between the two killers practically tripping over each other to attempt to court them- yet it becomes slightly endearing to see them trying so hard

Picking between the two would be impossible, as neither would take rejection as an answer. Especially not pyramid head.

If the S/O wore/used any of the gifts they were given, it’d cause fights outside of trials between kazan and pyramid head depending on how obvious the gift is

(Their affection and violence doesn’t go unnoticed by the other killers and typically serves to provide entertainment when the other killers aren’t in trials)

Be prepared to see either of them stalking the outskirts of the survivor camp in a chance to lure away their S/O for alone time 

Being invited back to their area of the killer camp is a common occurrence, even during trials during later stages of their attempts at courting

Since both kazan and pyramid head are extremely strong, be prepared to be pampered during trials- whoever makes their S/O happier “wins”

At some point, it becomes a contest on who can do the most for their S/O, who can make them the happiest, and who can show the most affection

They both have their strong suits, kazan being more affectionate and tending to their S/O’s needs; pyramid head being more demanding of attention and taking what he wants 

Ending up alone with either of them isn’t an easy task, as they tend to overdo how much attention they want from their S/O

Both of them are extremely needy and will demand attention- this will cause fights if one of them gets more attention than the other

It eventually boils down to both of them eventually alternating who gets a “turn” with their S/O outside of trials (whoever gets to the survivor camp first most of the time)

Expect to never get any peace anymore during trials, because as soon as one of them sees their S/O, the trial is out the window-- They need the attention because otherwise the other may get more. And they can’t handle that (especially pyramid head)

The thought of sharing an S/O never really crossed their minds, yet pyramid head would be the most open to the idea should it be suggested.

#pyramid head #kazan yamaoka #dead by daylight #silent hill #dbd #all of these headcannons are SFW #since NSFW wasn't requested I didn't want to make anyone uncomfy #dbd! pyramid head #the oni

[ghostsbabey]

DBD! Ghostface x reader (soft fic) Warnings: None

   Trepidation filled you as soon as the trial had started. Eyes boring into your back as you worked on a generator- yet you weren’t sure if it was the killer or your teammates. You had the more solitary survivors in your group, and the atmosphere felt tense. You had heard talk at the survivors camp that the killers were merciless today- barely any of them escaping a trial even with the hatch. Everyone was on edge and you were sure the killer could feel as they stalked around. The lack of heartbeat was unnerving yet calming at the same time- your eyes darting around the area for any sign of movement as you crouched next to a generator. You had only hoped that it would be a good trial, yet the sinking feeling in your gut told you otherwise.

   The sound of two generators roaring to life filled your ears, as did the usual scream of a survivor. They went down too quick, but there was no sound of a chainsaw- nothing to warrant such a quick kill. Your legs carried you to another generator, your focus elsewhere as your thoughts raced. It could be Danny, but you were unsure- maybe your hearing had failed you and it was someone else. You shook your head, the sound of another shriek filling your ears. You had to work fast. Your teammates were quickly taking their place on hooks, yet you hadn’t heard the familiar scream from Jake yet. None of the hooks were being destroyed, and nobody was being saved. Guilt pulled at you, you had the chance to go for the first hook- yet you entrusted it to someone else and now the entity came down to collect their form. Three of you left, one on the hook, and Jake nowhere to be seen. You could barely come to a decision on whether to go to the hook or stay with the generator- your body making up for you. Running across the trial map for a hook seemed foolish, but you didn’t want them to be left for dead either. It was selfish to leave them, so you settled to be altruistic. 

   You were so close to the hook, close enough to actually make a save. The killer was nowhere to be found, until you heard the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching. Your arms were outstretched, ready to grab dwight off the hook- until a body slammed into you. The air was forced out of your lungs as you fell against dwight, yanking his body down onto the hook more. Blood sprayed from the wound in his shoulder as he let out a pitiful cry. You could barely acknowledge what happened as the tendril from the entity pierced through dwight's chest, the look of a broken spirit etched into his face before his body became lifeless. 

   “Short on your luck, huh?” The voice sent chills down your spine as you lay in the dirt where the hook used to hang. Your eyes shifted, the white ghostface mask staring back at you. His form was crouched next to yours, his leather-clad hand moving to pet your hair softly. With a swift movement from his free hand, the mask was lifted to show his mouth as he spoke. “You hate to see it, a survivor betrayed by their own teammate. What he doesn’t realize is you were supposed to be last, and I don’t appreciate him messing with my plan.” His head lowered closer to yours, your head lifting almost instinctively towards him to meet him in a short kiss. Your confusion slowly turned into anger as it dawned on you what happened. Jake was being chased, he purposely ran to find you and make sure he had a chance at hatch. He let the others die, just as he tried to do to you. 

   Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, frustration filling you as you stared up at Danny, his expressionless mask failing to hide the frown that pulled at his lips. A deep sigh escaped him before he sat in the dirt next to you, pulling your form off the ground and partially in his lap. “He won’t be coming back, he thinks I’m chasing you now. Rest for a bit, you look like you’re going to tear me apart or cry. Maybe both,” he murmured close to your ear, his hand rubbing your back as he held your head against his chest. You wanted to scream, to thrash and look for Jake, but you were tired. You failed your team and it was eating away at you- the tears threatening to spill over running down your cheeks. Your voice was hoarse and choked up as you spoke, “I failed them. I let them die, I’m not a good survivor… I let them down.” You buried your face into his chest as more tears streamed down your face, your breath coming in choppy inhales and shaky exhales. His body stiffened before he relaxed against you, the sound of his mask hitting the dirt catching your attention- his hand suddenly gripping your hair to pull your head up so you were looking at him. His gaze met yours, the intensity in his expression making you worry you had upset him until his eyes softened ever so slightly. “You didn’t fail them, how could you know you had a selfish brat on your team? I caught dwight at the hook, he was trying to save so you can’t say it’s all your fault. You were only doing what you could to survive and help the team- and that’s a lot more than you can say about bird boy.. I swear I saw a crow in his hair the whole time I was chasing him…” His lips pressed against your cheek in a quick kiss, his fingers running through your hair as he continued to stare down at you. You couldn’t help the smile that flashed across your features, even if the situation was shitty, you couldn’t help but feel happier around him. None of the survivors knew about the relationship yet, and you planned to keep it that way- especially after what Jake had done.

   The sound of a generator popping broke the silence between you both, your body relaxing against his form as you stared in the distance of where the generator lit up. His lips pressed against your head in another quick kiss before he questioned, “ do you want me to leave you alone for now? I don’t have to if you don’t want me to, but the itch to go after a certain survivor is driving me mad. I could take pictures for you, I always have my camera ready when I’m working. I’m sure you’d love to see him whimpering in pain from my knife.” Normally his words would have upset you, the thought of seeing another survivor being tortured wasn’t something you liked- but this time you wanted to see some sort of payback. It was a selfish and disgusting desire, but you couldn’t deny how pissed you were when you were so close to helping a teammate. “Just… Sit with me for a little longer. Please? I want him to feel so close to getting out before you crush that hope,” you responded, your arms wrapping around him in a tight hug as you sniffled- your tears from earlier drying on your skin. A grin spread across his face at your answer, his arm snaking around you protectively as he cooed, “I knew I loved you for a good reason. You’re just the perfect survivor. Sweet.. But unforgiving.” His free hand ran through your hair once more, his gaze shifting to look down at your relaxed form. If only he could take a picture before what he had to do. 

#dbd #dead by daylight #ghostface #dbd! ghostface #Danny johnson #jed olsen #reader insert #kind of fluffy fic

[ghostsbabey]

DBD!Amanda Young x Reader Short Drabble;  Warnings: Blood/Death

Cold metal dug into your skin as the helmet-like trap that once invoked fear in you was fitted to your head. The metal tucked between your teeth made your jaw sit uncomfortably as Amanda stalked around your seated form. Her hands tugged on the sides of the trap, making sure it fit as snug as possible. Her fingers plucked at wires, rearranging them until she was satisfied. Your head felt heavy as you obediently waited for her to finish nitpicking the design she created- the chances of her finishing so soon slim to none. With a disappointed hum, your head was shoved at a downward angle- the sound of her ruffling in her tool kit distracting you from the uncomfortable strain on your neck. With a quick motion, she was tightening the screws with a screwdriver before pulling your head back up. 

With a huff, she crouched next to you with a smile plastered on her face. “I think the changes are going to be great, everything looks functional. Now all that’s left is the testing,” she droned on as she looked over the finished product- her gaze shifting over your features like you were invisible to her. Your hands shifted to pull at the helmet, worry etching into your features the more force you applied to your tugging. Her smile was unchanging as she watched you struggle to remove the deathtrap she had put on you, her pupils dilated and glimmering at your display. Your hands fell to your sides as you stared at her, your speech slurred slightly from the metal stuck into your mouth. “It’s stuck.”

Fear shot through you as she shook her head, the words falling from her lips yet you could barely hear them. “I know.” Her fingers brushed against your cheeks as she looked over your face. Your body trembled as you grabbed her hand tightly, your knuckles turning white as you looked for any sign of remorse in her eyes. “Are you ready?” She asked, her voice quivering with excitement- her eyes unblinking. You could barely manage to inhale, a few tears welling in your eyes before you nodded. Her grin had widened, her hand free hand shifting to grab at one of the wires, ready to pull it from its place. “You know I love you, you’re the only one I’d trust to do this,” she cooed, her fingers intertwining with yours before she continued, “now.. Let’s finish up with test four.” With a swift tug, the wire came loose- the sound of the helmet beeping dangerously quick filling the workroom. Your eyes never left her face as she watched, mesmerized by the flashing red light. You didn’t know if she was talking to you or to herself when she spoke, her voice strained as if she was keeping herself from yelling with giddiness. “The entity won’t let go of a survivor that easily.. You’ll come back, you always have. And I can continue my work- my game.” 

With a sickening crack, the trap snapped open- blood spraying across her. She barely flinched, barely paying any mind to the way your hand slipped from hers as your body sat lifeless in the chair. “Success.. But how can I make it better?” The words echoed around the room as she eyed the blueprints on her workbench once more- her fingers twitching with anticipation.

#amanda young #dead by daylight #the pig #dbd #reader insert #blood warning #sorry reader #:^(

[ghostsbabey]

Billy Lenz x Reader  Warnings: NSFW

Sorry I’ve been kind of gone for a bit, life has been just a bit crazy. Otherwise, I hope you all enjoy! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° 

NSFW Below the Cut

    The continuous shrill ring of the phone rang through the sorority, a banshees call that warned you of the danger that lurked on the other side of the line. A heavy sigh escaped you as you trudged towards the downstairs phone. He was insistent on calling at all hours of the day- and night. The lack of sleep from his attention seeking calls were starting to drag you down, the dark circles under your eyes becoming more apparent after each day. You were sure the other sorority members felt the same, yet they weren’t aware of the threat that stalked the halls late at night. It was a risk he was willing to take though, the ability to run his hands over your body and through your hair seemingly too tempting to resist. It was apparent that you felt similarly, the amount of times you had to create a lie as to why there was so much noise coming from your room the night before. 

    Your thoughts were soon replaced by the familiar voice over the phone as you lifted the receiver. “Hello?” Your voice sounded timid, almost scared by what you’d hear as a response. It was a gamble on his mood, if he was in a good mood you wouldn’t be left feeling like your life would end that very night. A pleased purr was the response you got, his slight giggle warning you of his giddy mood. It was going to be a long call, and thankfully, you had peace for the day. “Bad.. Bad girl. You’ve been ignoring Billy.. What did Billy do? Has Billy been bad? A punishment.. Yes! A punishment. Billy knows what those are,” his tone was dangerously low, the pause between his words leaving an uncomfortable silence until he filled it. 

    “Billy.. I haven’t been ignoring you,” you began, only to be cut off by his sudden outburst. “Lies! Filthy- filthy whore. Never ignore Billy when you want that piggy cunt of yours filled. You want Billy- Yes! Always taking from Billy but never giving. Selfish.. Selfish Selfish Selfish!” With a huff, he seemingly settled, the ghost of a laugh spewing from him before he went silent. You shuffled awkwardly, squeezing the phone slightly before putting on your best sultry tone- hoping to at least calm whatever storm was brewing in his head. “I could always make it up to you, maybe pay you a visit in the attic in a pair of lingerie.. I’d love to use my mouth for more than just talking, or if you’d prefer I could always give you a hand job. Whatever you want, I’ll be focusing on you tonight.”

    The shuddering breath you were met with had a slight smile cracking across your features. His voice had lost his edge, a sign that you had signed away your freedom for the night,“A piggy cunt- whore- would want to choke on my cock. A surprise! Yes.. Surprise for Billy. Visit Billy? Billy never gets company. No no.. Billy is alone. You’ll regret your offer- regret is the only thing they feel. Pity too.” The click of the phone hanging up caught you off guard, his words replaying in your head as you mulled over what to do. You were quick to set the phone back down and quickly head back up to your room. Perhaps it was the only way for him to communicate his loneliness- if he even felt it. You were unsure of it, yet your mind was made up- you were paying him a visit for once. 

    The creak of the attic door opening made your arrival evident to him, the skimpy outfit clinging to your body as you climbed into the dusty room. You shut the attic door with a loud thunk, darkness enveloping you. The silence unnerved you as you looked around, Billy’s form nowhere to be seen. With a shriek, you were sent sprawling onto your back, his body diving onto yours from the shadows. His words came quick, almost manic once more as he loomed over you. “Coming into Billy’s room? Rude… Rude Rude girl. Billy may do something Billy will regret. Regret.. No. Billy likes this one-” his hand ran through your hair as he spoke, a sharp trinket in his other hand, “you want Billy’s cock don’t you? Dirty.. Dirty. Di-.” His sentence broke suddenly as he lowered the object in his hand closer to your neck, the tip of it digging into your soft flesh. His head lowered closer to your face, his features darkening as his voice went flat. “Take it off.” 

    You struggled to pull your outfit off as he loomed over you, the sharp point still digging dangerously into your flesh, yet his eyes weren’t focused on your body. They stared into your face, boring holes into you as he watched the fear grow on your face. He could kill you, with one quick movement and this plan would be your last. You let out a shaky breath as he pulled away from you, sitting on his knees- the object thrown aside with a clatter. You hesitated, a smile pulling on his lips as he undid his jeans. “Pretty.. So pretty. Too pretty for Billy. There’s no need for your mouth if Billy can just use your pretty pink cunt,” he spoke quickly, his hand freeing his length. You bit your lip as you continued your slow strip, his eyes shifting over your body as he gave himself a few quick pumps with his hand. Your cheeks burned as you pulled off the remaining fabric, your eyes avoiding his as he took in your naked form. His hand gripped your thigh tightly, nails digging into you with enough force to leave dark red crescents. With a yelp, you were pulled closer to him, your leg pulled over his shoulder to force them open. You could feel the head of his cock pressing against your folds, teasing you as he rambled. “So warm.. You want this cock- can’t hide how wet you are.. Billy knows. Needy. Always need Billy’s attention. Always always always. You’ll love feeling this thick cock inside your cunt. Cunt- Piggy cunt.” 

    With a quick snap of his hips, he hilted himself inside you, his head burying into your neck to bite at your neck. You whimpered, your walls stretching to accommodate the sudden intrusion. Your hands gripped his sweater as he thrust into you- his patience long gone. Your breath came in short puffs, moans filling the attic with the sound of skin slapping skin. Your leg was still on his shoulder, forcing you into an uncomfortable position, yet you knew it was the last thing on his mind. His teeth dug into your neck as he left bite after bite on your flesh- his hair tickling at your skin as he continued his assault. “Such a tight cunt… Too good for Billy. You love it, don’t you? You love the feeling of my cock so deep in your cunt. Can’t lie to Billy.. Billy knows. Yes-” with another quick thrust, he let out a shuddering groan, his pace becoming more forceful as he focused on his own pleasure.

     Each thrust of his hips had you seeing stars, the feeling of his length dragging against your walls sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. “Fuck- yes, I love feeling you fuck me like this. Just don’t stop,” you huffed, your fingers digging into the fabric of his sweater. You leaned your head back, your moans escaping you freely. You didn’t care if anyone else heard you, if anyone came back to the sorority while you were tangled together in the attic- you only wanted to be closer to him. His breaths came quicker, his movements becoming sporadic as his end approached. His groans became more frequent, the sounds muffled as he sucked at your neck. Your own orgasm was rapidly approaching, the pressure in your core mounting with each thrust. His name fell from your lips in a pleading way, almost begging him to push you over the edge. Your walls clenched around him as your orgasm tore through you, your cries echoing throughout the attic. You could feel his length hilted inside you once more, his groan mixing with your cry. The feeling of his warmth spilling inside you sent shivers through your body, but you didn’t care. His body lifted from yours slightly, allowing your leg to shift off his shoulder and back onto the floor before you pulled him back down- your arms wrapping around him. He seemed content in your arms, his own energy spent as he muttered incoherently. The words sat bitterly on your tongue, you wanted to tell him you loved him. That you cared about him. Yet they remain hanging in the air, pulling at the back of your mind as you kept quiet. There was no telling how he’d react and you’d much rather keep the closeness you already had with him- even if he could kill you during one of his manic episodes.

#billy lenz #black christmas #nsfw #reader insert #once again #sorry ^^; #this is only my second time writing him #so sorry if it seems OoC #billy lenz x reader

[ghostsbabey]

doodles of Max from last week, I didn’t wanna show these before but they look cute to me now. enjoy <3

#the hillbilly #max thompson jr #dbd #dead by daylight #not my art #AN ABSOLUTE BABY #I ADORE HIM #HE'S PERFECT MAGG #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA