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rabbitblackx · 1 year

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Finally, I waited so long to drop this request 😭😭 can you do Trickster x male survivor reader who can't scream due to trauma and is extremely touch starved? So that Ji-Woon was all excited to hear the new survivor scream, but the survivor went through childhood trauma and would've always been mentally abused more if he'd make noises like even semi-loud crying, so within the years he kind off de-learned how to scream, even when getting hooked. He also hasn't been hugged in years, so getting carried to the hook by some killers is the most physical touch he got, wich results in him finding comfort in it, especially when Ji-Woon puts his hand on the survivors back to keep him from getting off his shoulder.

Ji-Woon then puts two and two together and realizes that these are childhood trauma reactions and reacts somewhat alongs the line of "wtf did your parents do to you?" and gets the survivor off the hook again.

I know this might be extremely specific, and I could probably write it myself but I'd really like to know how your version of Ji-Woon would react. How he would comfort the survivor, how he would treat him (also in future trials), maybe what he'd think of him.

Aww thank u for waiting! And it’s okay to be a lil specific it’s fine by me it’s a cool request! I hope u enjoy :))💖💖

Trickster with a Male!TouchStarved!Reader that can’t scream

You had a very rough childhood. Physical and mental abuse was never off the table when it came to your guardian. When they hurt you, and you were to cry, it would only make them do it more. Your guardian never cared for you—never hugged you. You learned that screaming and crying only ever resulted in severe punishment. Over the horrible years, you almost forgot how. You were so used to bottling it up to avoid abuse, you hadn’t screamed since you were a child. You didn’t think you even could if you tried

So when you were dragged to the Entity’s realm, hurting you wasn’t all that satisfying for the killers. You would never cry in pain or scream in agony. You kept you whimpers and groans to yourself

The Trickster was very excited to hear your screams. You were the newest survivor and he hadn’t ‘met’ you yet. So he was greatly disappointed when you wouldn’t make much sound when he threw knives at your back. Like, come on! All the other survivors did! Why didn’t you?

The Trickster got close enough to hit you with his bat, effectively downing you. No sounds came from your end, making him angry. The killer thrusted you up and over his shoulder, carrying you to a hook

As sick as it was, you almost found comfort in being carried by the killers. You hadn’t been touched by another person in so long. Though they were taking you to your inevitable doom, you enjoyed the brisk moments of their hands holding your back in place

You kept quiet and relaxed over the Trickster’s shoulder. The other man thought it was quite strange, feeling you be all docile instead of struggling in his grasp. How boring were you? Like, what happened to you before you wound up here?

When the Trickster threw you onto a hook, he studied how you wheezed shrilly. Tears pricked your eyes as you bit your tongue, a habit you had since you were a child. The Trickster frowned, noticing faded scars along your body, as well as how cold it felt to have slung over his shoulder. It made him wonder again, seriously, what happened to you?

Ji-Woon took a step forward and reached a hand up to place on your chest. Your teary eyes tore open to look down at him below you. Though the pain from the hook in your shoulder was blinding, your clothed skin was practically singing from the Trickster’s warm hand against it. He saw the way your miserable expression relaxed as your eyes met his

“Why don’t you scream?” Ji-Woon asked

He heard you try to before, but it came out wheezy and broken

“I just can’t.” You whispered

The Trickster stroked you shirt even so slightly. Your breathing slowed at the action, finding comfort in it through your agony. The other man didn’t take his yellow eyes off you for a second. He hated how he could see the abused, troubled soul behind your pupils

The Trickster sighed, tucking his hands under your armpits and lifting you off the hook. You tried again to scream as it was ripped from your shoulder, but nothing came out. Ji-Woon held you in his arms, peering down at you longingly. He couldn’t believe he just did that, and neither could you

The Trickster sunk to the ground, with you on his lap. You threw you arms around his neck and leaned your head against him. Your bloodstained chest heaved for air as you laid along the other man. The Trickster kept a firm hold around you as well, studying your features. He scarily liked how you melted against him. You were a stuttering mess in his arms. You were just like putty

Ji-Woon couldn’t get you out of his head. He thought about you constantly since that one trial. He didn’t know what happened to you, but he knew that it wasn’t good. He seemed to of formed some kind of twisted obsession with you. He felt very protective, and it killed him to not know where you were as of now

When you met again in another trial, the Trickster was quick to run over to you. He called your name, and it felt so right. It was all he could hear in his head since you told him it, so to finally say it was so fulfilling

He wrapped his arms around you, spinning you in an embrace. Your handsome face lit up with joy at the feeling of being engulfed by him

“Ji-Woon!” You greeted

You didn’t expect this killer you had only met once to be so immediately affectionate with you on your second encounter. But you could’ve cared less. His warm touch was all you needed in this dark world

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dbd trickster #dbd trickster x reader #trickster x reader #trickster #ji woon hak #ji woon hak x reader #x reader #male reader #gay #fanfiction #touch starved #rab.reads

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dannykoenig · 1 year

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Trickster x male reader with social anxiety who gets "lost" in a train station

Based on my experience in Berlin where me AND my friend had a panic attack.

The 'friend' on the phone basically plays my mother lol.

This was supposed to be a comfort chapter but I got carried away I guess.

This story takes place in the entitys realm, meaning reader and Ji-Woon already slightly knew eachother (mostly from trials).

Seperated killer & survivor mansion au.

Your train got delayed. You were alone in a city that you didn't knew, with only little experience on train traffic.

The speakers anounced that your train was replaced by a subway that went into the same direction, but with a few transfers to other subways.

And then it started, everyone -literally hundreds of people- started streaming down the stairs to the subway stations. You could only sit there and watch, it didn't stop. More and more people went down there.

There was no way you could possibly get down there. You pulled your phone out and started texting a friend.

You told them what was happening and that you couldn't get down there.

"Try coming through."

"Why can't you just go down there?"

"But other people can do it too."

"I'm definetely not gonna pick you up, nor am I gonna send someone."

What did you even expect from someone who apparently doesn't believe in mental illnesses? They never cared about it, no matter how clear it was that you had social anxiety.

The calls you could never do? The public events that you could never go to? The things you could never ask other people for, no matter how important it was? Nah, definetely no signs.

You sat on the bench, wrapping your arms around yourself, trying not to cry in public. People were still flooding down the stairs next to you.

You were alone, everything could happen now. You grabbed your shopping bag harder, knowing anyone could snatch it from you and you wouldn't be able to do anything against it. You sat there, hoping that your train would somehow get the ability to come here. Twenty minutes, fourty minutes.

You sat there for an hour. One hour waiting for something to happen. One hour of hope. Nothing, the train was still gone.

You looked over to the stairs, there weren't as many people as before.

That had to be your chance. You took your backpack and bag and went down the stairs, somehow you even ended up at the right subway station.

There were still too many people, maybe that'd change. You searched yourself another bench that was surprisingly free.

A few minutes later one of the subways came that would bring you home. You collected all of your energy and stepped forwards the open doors. Suddenly more and more people came. Almost everyone who was standing at that station forced their way into the subway.

You stopped. Nothing could get you into there. When you finally regained the ability to move, you moved backwards. You had to get away from there.

You sat back down on the bench. Tears started filling your eyes, would you even get home tonight? It was getting dark. Was it a better idea to just get a hotel for the night? You saw something from the corner of your eye.

A small group of people, looking at you. You knew them. They were part of the entitys slaves. It's killers, the counterside to you. There were four people, all of those four people have killed you multiple times.

And they weren't just looking, it also seemed like they were talking about you.

You, sitting on a bench in a subway station, crying and shaking and sobbing.

And now your "enemies" were seeing you like that. Could this evening even get worse?

You thought it did when one of them started walking towards you.

He walked faster the closer he came, the surer he was that you weren't okay.

"Hey" he said, like five meters away from you. "Hey, what's wrong?" he put his hand on your shoulder and squatted down to see you better since you were looking at your legs because everything else was just too much.

You looked at him, unable to speak but still trying.

"Uhh, I- uh, I I'm.. sorry?" you wiped your sleeve over your face a few times.

He smiled. "What are you sorry for?"

You didn't even knew, maybe the stutter?

He knew what you were thinking so he just changed the question.

"Do you need help, y/n?" he asked, in such a gentle tone.

"Uh, yeah, how do you know my name?"

"You're here since quite a while now. I think we get more information about you, than you about us."

You knew that he was talking about the killers and survivors with "we" and "you".

He then seemed to realize that you didn't even know his name.

He just grabbed your hand, shook it and said; "I'm Ji-Woon, you might know me as Trickster and that over there are Michael, Kazan and Danny. The Shape, the Oni and Ghostface."

"thanks?"

"No, problem, so;" Ji-Woon said and sat down on the bench next to you.

"What's wrong?" he repeated his question fron earlier.

He waited patiently for you to find the words. You then explained to him how your train got delayed an hour ago, how there were so many people, you panicked and now didn't know what to do because you were scared of taking the wrong train or anything like that.

He put his arm on your shoulder while listening.

"Oh, sweetheart" he said in a high pitched voice and the specific way.

The way your mother would comfort you while silently mocking you after you fell from your bike or something like that.

The way someone reacts when someone elses problem is way easier to solve then expected.

"I'm taking you with me" he said, turned around and nodded to the left so the other killers would come over.

"Do you have social anxiety?" he asked.

"Yes" "Can I tell them what's going on?"

"Sure"

His arm was still laying around your shoulders and you kinda started finding it comfortable, maybe even comforting.

You were thinking about leaning against him and resting your head on his shoulder but then he talked to the others.

"Our little survivor here has social anxiety and isn't good with train traffic, I'm either gonna bring him to his home or he'll stay with us."

"If I knew you'd call me your little survivor I would've said no."

"You are my little survivor now. Be nice to me, I'm your only way home."

"Any other pet names?"

"Y/n, I can always push you out of the train and abandon you."

"There's our train, lovebirds." Onis Voice was definetely intimidating. Even when he said stuff like that.

Ji-Woon took your hand and pulled you with him, the other killers were behind you. You were finally standing in a train that was bringing you home, but that wasn't the right moment to be happy because Ji-Woon kept dragging you behind him. You tightened the grip on your bag while trying to stay directly behind him. He then pushed you on a seat and sat down next to you, not letting go of your hand. Oni and Ghostface sat down on the opposite side of the four-person sitting arrangement. Myers sat down on a single seat near the group.

Ji-Woon pulled out his phone and checked the time. "We're gonna be home around 10, at first I wanted to bring you back to the survivors mansion but I kinda really want to take you with me for the night. Would you be fine staying over?" he asked.

"Uh, alright I guess." Woah. That sounded so excited.

"I can still bring you to your place, you don't have to stay if you don't want to."

"No, no, I really want to be with you. For the night I mean. Sorry, I'm just a little overwhelmed."

He put his right arm around you and held your hand with his left one.

"Don't worry, it's fine. We'll have to switch subways in a few minutes. Are you hungry? I can ask someone from our mansion if we have leftovers from dinner." Now he was doing what you wanted to do earlier, he looked cute looking up to you like that. His weight on your side was comfortable.

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thank you."

He pulled out his phone and opened a group chat. Then your phone vibrated.

It was your friend, the one you texted with earlier. "And? Did you make it?" It came over like they were trying to make a point. Something along the lines of "See, I told you it was nothing."

Ji-Woon seemed to think the same, he grabbed your phone from you, leaned back against your arm and read the texts from then. How you asked them for help and how they reacted.

He then removed the "Yes" that you had written but not send and starting typing.

It was a long text, starting with the words "Listen here you little shit-".

He sended it, closed WhatsApp and gave your phone back.

"Show me when they answer." He said.

This is the end of my actual prompt, I just started doing anything, I personally don't really like it that much but I think it's ok.

Around an hour and four different subways later you were finally standing in front of the killers mansion. Oni opened the door and Ji-Woon dragged you behind. He never let go of your hand.

Most people there already knew you were coming because of Ji-Woons text, but Susie wasn't one of them.

"Oh, what is he doing here?" she asked.

"He's Ji-Woons little survivor now." Danny said and walked past you, you could hear he was smiling.

"I'm not-"

"Shut up, yes you are." Ji-Woon said from right behind you. "I'll call you my future little cumslut if you don't stop complaining."

"What?"

"Nothing! Come on, let's get to my room."

He dragged you with him again. You started to have mixed feelings about this. You pushed his fingers off your hand and put it in your pocket. He stopped. "What?"

"What? Nothing, everything is fine."

"Why wont you let me hold your hand anymore?"

"I just don't want to be dragged around by you. Can we just go to your room please?"

"Is it because of what I've said?"

"Can you please stop asking questions, I'm uncomfortable enough. You know what, I think it's better if I just go home. Thank you so much for helping me, but that I stay over here was a bad idea. I don't blame you though. See you in a trial or something."

You turned around and attempted to leave but didn't come far. Ji-Woon held your arm tight with both hands.

"Please don't leave."

"Ji-Woon, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but-"

"And I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable! I'm sorry, please."

"Why do you want me to stay so bad?"

His gaze got even softer and he didn't knew what to say for a few seconds.

"Can we talk about that later please? Can we just go to my room?"

"Are you okay?" Was he trying to manipulate you? If so, it worked.

You sat down on his bed, he was standing at the door. "So will you stay?" he asked. "Yes, I will. But no more dragging and no more of whatever the fuck that was what you said in front of the others."

"It was that? That made you uncomfortable?"

"Of course it did."

"Y/n, that's not a big deal."

"It is for me, when we're here we're not in public, we're not around people that'll never see me again. As long as I'm in this realm these people will see me almost everyday. I'd be fine with it if they'd already known me and if we were a couple or atleast friends but we aren't. Ji-Woon we don't even know eachother. And that just was the first out-of-trial expression the killers got from me."

"Y/n. I understand why you're upset but trust me, they wont think much of you. They're used to me saying stuff like that to everyone. I'm basically the slut of this house, I had something with eleven or more men that live here. You're just overthinking it, it's fine, really."

"Eleven? How many men live here?"

"I'm not sure, the last time I counted it was twenty-three I think. They just keep spawning every few months."."

You laughed, "How often do you count?"

"Not often."

"Did you ever have something with a survivor?"

"Yeah, a few times."

"Who?"

"Leon, Jake, Adam, Felix-"

"Adam? The teacher?"

"Yeah, but it was a one-time thing. Felix was better, and Leon. Oh my god Leon.."

"And all the other men? Was that all more than one time?"

"Yes, everyone else atleast two times."

"Who was the best one?"

"Depends on the theme. Sex in general usually Danny and Frank, kinky sex Nemesis, Doctor, Pyramid Head-"

"Nemesis? Seriously? Tentacles? You kinky bitch."

"Hey! It was good."

"Yeah, you did it more than one time."

"Shut it"

"Since when are you in the realm?"

"One year and seven months."

"Over fifteen men in one and a half year? Damn"

"Y/n are you trying to slutshame me?"

"No, I'm impressed. And you called yourself a slut."

"I said basically. That doesn't count."

"You wanted to get my food."

"Am I your housewive now?"

"Do you want to be?"

"The next time I see you having a mental breakdown on a train station I'll leave you there." he said and left to get your food.

"Fuck you, Ji-Woon!" You yelled after him.

"Do it yourself! Lazy bitch." He yelled back

You closed the door and changed into the clothes he gave you for sleeping. You were surprised he even had normal clothes when he was walking around like a canary bird. A hot canary bird atleast.

He came back, gave you your plate and sat down next to you.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" He asked.

"Sure." You chose something together and he pulled you close, then pulled the blanket over your lap.

He pulled your phone out of your pocket and checked the chat of your friend.

"They wrote a paragraph about disrespect. Can I write more?"

"Yes, please."

"Ohh, you like what I'm doing, hm?"

Why did he have to say that in such a horny way? He started laughing when he saw how you looked at him.

After you finished eating you put the plate on his nightstand and wrapped your arms around him, finally resting your head on his shoulder.

"Are we still neither friends nor a couple?" he asked smiling.

"What would you say, what are we?"

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Ji-Woon asked.

"I'd love to." He placed a sweet kiss onto your hair, layed his arm around you and started stroking your side.

"This is why I wanted you to stay so bad."

#ji-woon #the trickster #ji-woon hak #dbd trickster #dbd #trickster x reader #dbd trickster x reader #ji woon #ji woon hak #dbd x reader #dbd x male reader

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tainted-in-a-sense · 1 year

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I love you

Saying I love you for the first time

Tags: Nsfw, +18, trapper x reader, Ghostface x reader, trickster x reader

The Trapper - Evan

Keeps you on the edge until tears stain your cheeks and your begging for him not to stop becomes incoherent babbling. In between each slow thrust he's groaning praises and encouraging you to hold on just a bit longer as he presses soft kisses into your warm skin.

"You take all of me so well, you're so perfect sweetheart. I want you to cum with me. Do it, take all of my cock and cum with me!"

His pace quickly becomes brutal, the rhythm lost as your tightening warmth milks him to the end. You follow along as he holds you close while filling you up. He can barely hear you say it, it was just a whisper as you settle down from your euphoric high and fall asleep in his arms. "I love you Evan."

Says "I love you too...y/n." when he knows you're fully asleep. He's not ready for you to hear it or for mutual feelings to be confirmed aloud together. Please wait for him he's just afraid the entity may take away his only respite in this realm

The Ghostface - Danny

Feels all mushy inside but keeps drilling into you like he didnt hear it over the sound of skin slapping. He'll be smug and absolutely not say it back just so he can tease you if you whine or cry about his silence. Now that he knows his feelings for you aren't unrequited he'll be insufferable...after all, you probably love him for his personality, right?

Will have you bent over while he eats you from behind. His tongue working in long deep strokes for hours now in between your quivering legs. You're finally close to an orgasm when he pulls away suddenly and cold air graces you unwelcomed. You're already starting to protest but when you turn around and see a less than innocent smile and gleeful eyes leering back at you you sigh exasperated. Of course he's up to something.

"Hey, say that shit you said the other day after I made you cum about, what...four times was it?"

Gives your ass a slap every time you say anything other than what he wants to hear. Depending on how stubborn you are you could be there all day getting your bottom slapped; he doesn't mind this since it makes him so hard to see your cheeks jiggling with your body jerking at the contact.

"Say it Y/N! Fucking say it"

When you finally give in and say it he'll abruptly force his full length deep into your soaked core and plow your already tired body into the ground. He's groaning as he reaches his end quickly with a few short pumps and you unexpectedly cum with him while moaning "I love you Danny!" over and over like a prayer. Will show no mercy and pull out to devour you like a starved man until you come again. He wont stop until you're over stimulated and full of his cum. After a minute or so he'll start stroking himself over your barely rested body getting hard again while you whimper under him pleading for a break

"But why? Don't you love me y/n."

Trickster - Ji-Woon Hak

He loved the way you looked at him, especially when you'd screamed after spotting him.

Only with you it seemed he'd aim his onslaught of blades specifically at your legs, you let out the most beautiful screams and gasps when he cut you down and ran his hands along your thighs while jerking out each knife, something he never did for the others.

You didn't understand what he was saying and he could barely understand you but that didn't stop the awkward air that appeared whenever you were a bit too close to one another.

There was clearly (a one-sided) chemistry brewing, especially when he'd throw you to the ground and pin your wrists together while straddling your torso. You would stare into each others eyes as he pressed a blade to your throat and rambled on in a language you didn't understand.

His face would go through a range of emotions from confusion and anger to sympathy(perhaps?) as he caressed your cheek.

It didn't matter though, it always ended with you screaming at the top of your lungs as he hooked you, if you were lucky.

Sometimes after downing you he'd hum pleasantly and kick your bloody body over onto your stomach. After shredding open the back of your shirt he'd begin his sick ritual of carving into your skin while you cried and screamed until the trail ended or you bled out.

Only once you got away in the middle of a carving session, hiding behind a finished generator whimpering as Yun-Jin tried her hardest to patch up the jagged and bloody "I love you" Korean characters carved into your skin. She still doesn't know how to tell you and would pity you if her own survival didn't come first, you make such good bait for your lover boy.

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight smut #dbd ghostface #dbd ghostface x reader #ghostface #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #dbd trapper #trapper x reader #dbd trapper x reader #evan macmillan x reader #evan macmillan #dbd trickster #dbd trickster x reader #ji woon hak x reader

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murderousxcoffee · 1 year

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Amoricide [Dead by Daylight Dark Soulmate AU - Trickster/Survivor!OC]

Amoricide The act of killing your soulmate Chapter 4: Double Date Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

CW: mentioned torture, mentioned [implied] noncon, blood, Danny Ghostface

I want her.

That pissed Trickster off a little. Not as much as Cortez did, but a little.

He sat at the table in the large, empty room, ripped straight from Earth, and stared at the old radio. Sunshine wasn't on right now. Right now, she'd put on some metal band from Sweden he probably should have heard of, the latest in a long mix of rock songs from Brazil to Japan. Later tonight she mentioned she'd play a few hours of dark electronic music, things she didn't know the genre of but felt like they should go together. She was doing her best.

He wanted her.

He didn't even know what she looked like, and he wanted her.

It was almost insulting.

Trickster propped his arm up on the table and slid his sleeve down his forearm. The mark hadn't changed, still the same twisting spiral that bloomed like flowers on either end. He placed two fingers on the mark, and cold sunk into his skin, crawling up his arm.

Cortez feared him? Good. And the bandages over her mark dripped with blood last he saw her. How stupid she must be to not understand how much he hated her, how satisfying it was to end her life like the bug she was.

No, she understood. But she didn't know why, or who he really was.

He smiled.

A shadow passed behind him, a figure hopped up on his table. Trickster's smile dropped. Without moving his head, he looked towards the Killer who now swung his legs in the air beside him.

"Hello, Ji-Woon," The Ghostface's voice, changed by a modifier, still managed to show the smile in his voice. "Having fun all by yourself, are we? Aren't you bored?"

"Fuck off," Trickster said.

The Ghostface laughed. "Oh, don't be mean to me. Aren't we friends?"

"I'm warning you," Trickster said. "I don't have the patience for your bullshit."

"There's no bullshit here, Mr. Hak. Not tonight. Tonight's special."

Trickster leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. A special night for Ghostface meant some certain Survivor was in for it, either torture or sex, it all sounded the same when you were far enough away.

It also meant the Killer wouldn't be in anyone's business until he got bored again.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alright, I'll ask. Who are you going after tonight?"

The mask tilted to the side.

"Frank."

A small chill went up Trickster's back. He looked at Ghostface.

"They'll kill you for that," he said. "They'll kill you for even thinking about that."

"I need a challenge," Ghostface said. "And my sweet Felix is being very, very bad tonight. He's not left the Campfire once. If I didn't know better, I'd think he's learned." The mask tilted the other way. "What do you think?"

"Excuse me?"

"Would you like to help me?"

Trickster spat out several choice words in Korean without thinking. Ghostface laughed.

"You assume the worst of me, Mr Hak. I don't need participation, just a little assistance…"

He glared. What Ghostface did was none of his business, but he'd never considered the possibility the other Killer would go after one of their own. Frank Morrison was no friend of his. The Legion were pains in the ass, unfriendly to anyone but each other, and desperate to prove themselves in the eyes of the older Killers. A terrible combination. Sometimes he thought if he could break Frank's nose and get away with it, he would.

But Ghostface was a different beast than the Legion. Even on Earth he'd known that, just from the movie Hollywood made about him. Without thinking, Ji-Woon rubbed the cold, cold mark on his arm. Did Frank deserve whatever fate Ghostface planned for him?

… Wait, when did he start developing morals all of a sudden?

"If you want my help," Trickster said, "It better be worth my time."

Behind the mask, he felt Ghostface grin.

"Don't worry," he said. "This is something you've been waiting for."

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Someone knocked on the front door. Sunshine didn't move. Her eyes locked onto the TV screen on her desk. She swallowed.

Three figures stood at her door, all of them in masks. She shuddered. The Legion? How did they find her?

Her janky security system had no sound, no movement, just one unblinking eye at each door. But she could hear them.

"Open up! We are Legion and this place is ours!"

"I don't think she'll let us in."

"She doesn't have a choice. We'll break down the door if we have to."

"Hey, bitch! Open the fucking door, or I'll rip your pretty throat open!"

Bang. Bang. Bang.

She didn't move. Her numb fingers shook.

"What the hell kind of door is this… Hey! Open the door or I'll fuck another hole in you with my knife! You want that?! You wanna die like that?!"

"What if she's not in there?"

"She's gotta be in, right?"

"She is a Survivor…"

"And we're down one member."

"That bitch doesn't go into Trials, I don't care what she says. We would've seen her by now."

"I guess."

"What are we gonna do with her if she is in there?"

A pause.

"Guess it depends if she's cute or not."

Men laughing, a woman's nervous giggle.

The sound cut short. Sunshine listened closer.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Was that Frank speaking? He'd only spoken to her a few times before. "That's from - Give me that!"

A rustling of paper, a silence again.

Frank mumbling.

"Fuck the radio girl," the other man, Joey, said. "This is bad."

"That's really bad!"

"Fucking… fine, we'll deal with this bitch later. Let's go."

The tension left her body. Sunshine leaned in the back of her chair. She looked towards the window, the top of it cracked open. A smile spread over her face. They'd had no idea.

She looked back at the TV. The blood rushed from her face.

Trickster stood at the door.

"Finally," he said. "Annyeong nae salang. I've been waiting for this, Sunshine."

She jumped from her chair, and it rolled back, slamming against the wall.

I need to hide, she thought.

She looked around, looked back at the screen. The door was open.

"Don't be scared." His voice wasn't coming from the window anymore. "It's only me."

Her eyes looked to the floor. Did she have enough time?

She couldn't wait, couldn't waste it. With care and difficulty, she pulled up the floor beneath her desk. The harder part was getting the floorboards back on top of her. Sunshine lay face down in the dark, her hands pressed over her mouth, and waited.

Wood creaked. Footsteps so close by. She closed her eyes, tried to stop the way she shook.

"Are you hiding from me?" He said. "That's a disappointing thing to do. I've been looking forward to seeing you."

Creaking, squeaking wood. He stood next to the desk.

"What's this?" He said. "Some song you've been working on? I don't know this program you're using. Music isn't an easy thing to do alone, Sunshine. Wouldn't you like some help?"

Tears burned in her closed eyes. Please, please, please, she begged. Please please, go away.

He must know I'm still here, she thought, her eyes opening. He must…

Wood creaked, right next to her head.

Something like fingernails scraped against the floor.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are."

Sunshine clenched her eyes shut and reached out for the only help she had.

When Trickster peeled open the floorboards, all that waited was a patch of deep, fresh blood.

#dbd fic #dbd oc survivor #dead by daylight trickster #dbd trickster x reader #trickster x oc #dead by daylight oc #dead by daylight fic #dead by daylight fanfiction #noncon mention

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justheretop0st · 2 years

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I must request Trickster reacting to his s/o calling home a jedward reject.

So I am sorry for the late response. I’ll be honest, I had to look up who Jedward was. Very interesting! Thank you as always for the request. I hope you like it!

Alone in the woods and listening to her love go on and on about everything him, she couldn’t help but lose track of what he was saying. She stared at him, but there wasn’t a single glimmer of interest behind her eyes. She was lost in thought. Thinking about her time in the real world. There had been many things to keep peoples mind, television and the internet. This particular thought had brought her to a television show called X Factor. A singing talent show that featured a set of twins that had done fairly well in the competition.

They had managed to make a name for themselves, producing music. The longer she thought about them, the more their faces had built in her head. Their hair, faces, style and personality. Well some of their personality. She snorted and clapped her hands. Earning a stunned look from her love. “Jedward!”

“Excuse me? I didn’t say anything about-“

“You’re a Jedward Reject! Haha.” She began laughing hysterically, her stomach beginning to ache by the contraction. Once she began to calm from her hysteria, she wiped the tears that fell from her eyes and took a glance at the man stood in front of her.

His eyes were narrow and his arms crossed. His lips even pressed into a thin line. Once he noticed her calming, he raised an eyebrow. “Finished, my dearest?” He took a step, his right hand lifting to his chin as his other stay wrapped around his thin body. “Because you of all people should know I am no mediocre copy.”

A smirk appeared on her face as she leaned against a tree. Her eyes leaving her love and to her fingernails. “Yeah? Check the hair sweetheart.” Though she had been slain multiple times by Ji-Woon Hak. So she did not flinch when his dagger grazed her chin, forcing her to look into his crazed eyes.

“You shouldn’t think of other men dearest. Because I’ll show you just how different I am.” A demented giggle began to bubble in his chest. He grabbed her shit and pinned it to the tree behind her with his dagger. “Stay here love! I’ll bring some of your friends back so I can make wonderful music!”

#dead by daylight fiction #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight #dbd x female!reader #dbd trickster x reader #dbd trickster #the trickster #ji woon hak #dbd ask #asks open #ask please #thank you #jedward

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doomh3ad · 1 month

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if he wanted to (brutally murder me as an act of love and passion) he would

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l0sercat · 1 year

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I saw a movie where one of the protagonists kissed a bad guy to get him distracted enough to escape, and I’d like to request the same for Pyramid Head, Ghostface, Oni, Ji-Woon and Wesker. 🤭 If their mouth isn’t available then a kiss where their cheek would be. Whether it worked or not is up to you. 👀

Ooo I like that

Killers react to survivor who kiss them to distract them

Pyramid Head

He gripped you by the neck about to mori you ...

You then bended over and kissed the tip of his helmet

He didn't even freeze he still continued to mori you

What did you think would happen? He's a being soly created to punish people

Ghostface

He had you cornered

You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him close

You pressed a big kiss on his mask leaving a lipstick mark(sorry if you don't wear lipstick)

He was stunned at first then grinned as you were able to slip away

He soon was able to catch up with you to have some fun time;)

Oni

You did not know how you ended up like this

He had his hand wrapped around your throat choking you

You had an idea that would most likely fail

You quickly kissed the nose of his mask

He froze and his grip loosened

You got away(for now)

Ji-Woon

He grabbed you when you tried to vault

You yelped and you're eyes widened

You spun around and without thinking you kissed him. Hard

He was taken aback for a split second before grinning

Of course you kissed him! He knows he too irresistible

Who wouldn't want to kiss him? He just so handsome and perfect 🥰

You did not get away only because he wanted to mori you <3(how romantic) it would have worked if he didn't have a mori

Wesker

He had you pinned up on a wall by his tentacles (uroboros)

You tried squirming out but the grip got tighter

So you did the only thing logical.

You gripped his face and kissed his roughly

He backed up, letting you go

Face flushed

He just stands there broken asf

You do get away but a the end of the match he gets you (what happens is up to you ;) )

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rootsofdread · 8 months

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Hi! Can I request Trickster, Michael, Ghostface and Skull Merchant and Bubba with a survivor reader basically being goofy with the other survivors and fucking up gens every 5 seconds because their laughing and can't focus and when they get hooked they make jokes and try to annoy the hell out of the killer? And when it's time to escape they drop their stuff for the killer and leave cause they thought it was a fun match? GN reader pls :)

my first bubba request!! i loved writing him for you 🥺🥺

Bubba Sawyer / The Cannibal:

Bubba knows being in the Entity’s realm isn’t pleasant; it’s been a long time since he’s seen anyone have fun. So in all honesty — he kind of enjoys seeing you all have some fun. He’s the first to run over when he hears several explosions in a row from a generator, because he’s almost certain that it’s you, and he could always use a good laugh. You’re the first person in an even longer time to really make him smile, he loves getting to spend time with you during trials and he especially loves getting to laugh with you. For one trial, he can forget that he has a job to do. He can focus on you instead. His favorite thing is getting your gifts after the trials — he gets so excited seeing you leave something for him. He especially loves toolboxes, so he can work on his chainsaw, but he loves everything you give him. He always looks forward to seeing you again.

Michael Myers / The Shape:

Michael doesn’t really understand how or why you’re so comfortable being so…yourself in trials. It’s such a foreign concept to him. Everyone else is so focused on staying alive, but you, you’re…you’re out in the trials having fun, and laughing. He likes to sit and observe you from afar. You usually try to get him in on the joke, come on over here, Mikey, we’re all having fun, but he just shakes his head. Sometimes he gets closer to you and just looms while you and your fellow survivors cry laughing over your antics, exploding the generator you’re all working on at any possible turn. You’ll never get that done. He may seem judgemental, but really, he’s just…watching. He finds it entertaining, in a way, seeing some of you have fun here. He even feels a bit special when you take the time to leave him your things; he doesn’t necessarily have a use for them, but…it’s nice.

Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:

Danny is likely the only one that would be willing to join you in your antics; he seems to love a good laugh just as much as you do. Particularly, he loves either sneaking up on you by ending up just behind your shoulder and waiting to see how long it takes you to notice him, or by sneaking up on a teammate and not only waiting to see how long it takes them to notice, but also making gestures with his hands to try to get you to laugh, too. He loves how much fun you are — everyone else is such a buzzkill, he can’t imagine why, of course, but you just love to have fun here. You’re always laughing and smiling and making everyone else do the same, and it has him utterly smitten with you. You’re his favorite survivor to hang out with, and it absolutely delights him when you leave him your items at the exit gates. He takes everything you give him, and it’d be safe to assume he’s amassed a collection…somewhere.

Ji-Woon Hak / The Trickster:

Ji-Woon is a loose canon — for a long time, you were never sure how he would react to you, because it was almost always different. Sometimes he seemed annoyed by your antics, or amused, sometimes he completely ignored you and went for someone else; sometimes he was particularly bloodythirsty and you were his first target. It was always a toss-up. Over time, he gets more used to you and your shenanigans — he less feels the need to kill you for them and more just lets you have your fun. As long as you’re not specifically giving him problems, he doesn’t seem to really care. Sometimes, even, when he passes by you looking for someone else, he gives you a little smile or giggle, indicating he may just be amused by you now. And every time you leave him an item, you see him take it, and later, when he sees you outside of a trial, he hands it back to you with a genuine autograph.

Adriana Imai / The Skull Merchant:

Adriana, truthfully, will have none of it. She knows you won’t give her a challenge and she seems to not care much for that fact — she tends to leave you alone during trials and let you have your fun, slowly picking off your team members instead. Sometimes, she’ll give you a look when she passes by you, silently telling you to do something. Run, scream, hide, give her something to hunt you for. Yet, she seems almost flustered when you look back at her with that big grin on your face. She tends to let you go, too, always responding with you’re no fun if you ask her why, but you’ve always considered, perhaps, she has a soft spot for you. She’d never admit it. She does accept your items at the end, though. She knows she can find uses for them.

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airbendertendou · 1 year

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safety [of a killer’s arms]

gender neutral reader. no killer in mind so they/them pronouns used. killer is bigger / taller than reader [bc they're a lil monstorous it makes sense in my mind]

synopsis : an unnamed survivor [he/him] makes you feel sour - for lack of better words. one trial, you find yourself running to the murderer instead of away.

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he always made you uncomfortable. sliding up beside you at the campfire ; his hands lingering when he patched you up ; sly nicknames that made your skin crawl. with a gulp, you flinch as the generator you’re working on finished, lighting up the spot you were hiding at.

taking in a deep breath, you stand and slowly observe your surroundings. the lack of a heartbeat and chilling feeling of being watched was absent — you were safe for now. you tread along carefully, eyes peeled for any sudden movements.

“[name],” the hairs on your arms prickle just at the sound of his voice. you don’t turn — you only continue moving forward. “we’ll be safer together. come stand with me.”

you ignore him. lips parted, your breathing struggles to steady as panic starts to build up. you can hear his feet shuffle behind you ; he’s starting to speed up to catch you. “[name], come on! it’s only us now.”

it sounds like a threat. his tone is reassuring, words light and airy, but it still feels like threat. it’s only the two of you ; no one else around. you gulp again, speeding up just a little more. he lets out what sounds like a laugh, “are we playing a little cat and mouse game?”

“go find another gen,” you call out over your shoulder. you quicken your pace a bit more, “we can still win this.”

“i did win, [name].” he lets out another laugh — it sounds menacing ; dark. everything a survivor shouldn’t be. “i’ve got you, all to my self.”

your heartbeat picks up, pounding in your ears. on the edge of a sprint now, you can see the killer of this trial in the distance. you speed up more, ignoring the muffled curse behind you as you barrel straight into their arms.

a vice grip is around their torso. arms around their waist, you bury your head into their neck as your breath leaves in panicked pants. “jus’ kill me,” you whimper out. “please.”

their hands are raised above them, weapon still poised from when they prepared to swing it at you. curiously, their eyes fly to where you came from ; to where your fellow survivor had now made himself known.

“[name],” you whimper at the sound of his voice. his eyebrows furrow, playful smile falling from his face and growing stern. “let them go. now.”

“he won’t leave me alone.” you whisper it into their chest as you burrow further into them. “watching me. waiting for me. touching me. i— he won’t leave me alone.”

their hands had fallen to your hips now, peeling you away from their torso. you whimper again but relax when they pull you behind them. just what had this man done — what had he made you feel — that was so bad you looked to a murderer for comfort? for safety?

he lets out a huff, taking a step closer. you mold yourself into their back in retaliation. “[name], come on. we have to win this game. jus’ you an’ me now.”

you want to scream at him. want to cry and yell and hit him until he stops talking ; until he stops eyeing you so desperately and hungrily. phantom fingers dance on your thighs, reminding you of the hidden touches he’d take from you ; careful whispers echo in your ears of the things he’d do to you once you were alone.

you couldn’t go with him ; refused to.

the killer of the trial made a show of raising their weapon again before they flung it toward him, hitting him directly in the chest. with a small oof!, he falls to the floor before struggling to get back up. as he limps away, he glares at you and it feels more sinister than the heart beating in your ears.

“safe.” it’s a promise. your killer pats your shoulders as gently as they can, moving you so that you’re a little more hidden. they crouch so that your eyes look into theirs, “safe.”

stay here, and you’ll stay safe. i’ll take care of him while i’m gone.

the breath of relief you let out is immediate. and it’s so stupid — how secure you do feel with someone who’s life revolves around murder. but, compared to the creeping touches and lingering gazes of your fellow survivor, they are a safe haven.

they come back after a scream of terror hits the area you’re in, drenched in blood and almost skipping with joy. gently, your hand is looped into theirs as they tug you along the map.

“home,” they say. “take you home.”

and so you’re lead to the hatch, lowered into it because your legs are too shaky to handle your own weight. before you fall, your fingers grip onto the edge of it and you peer up at the killer once more. your lower lip trembles, “thank you. i can’t say it enough — thank you.”

every trial with them after that feels gooey — warm — as you’re always saved for last and treated less harshly than the others. he never looks at you again ; instead he shakes in fear at the thought of you and the giant bodyguard you’d acquired.

lingering gazes come from outside of the campfire now — but they make you feel protected and watched over ; safe. they always manage to make you feel safe.

idk where this came from so don't even ask hehe <<33 tagging it w killers i thinlk would act like this but you can always add your fave <3 airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

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letssimptogether · 8 months

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No Sense of Direction

✨ Trickster, PH, and Danny x (gn!)S/O who has no sense of direction and is constantly lost in trials ✨

warnings: swearing!

a/n: i wanted to add Danny—i haven’t written for my boy in a while😩🙌🏻

💜Trickster

When he sees you for the first time cluelessly wandering around, he’d amused. He doesn’t chase you, he’s just chuckling and wondering how you managed to turn the corner to the same spot for the third time, and you didn’t even notice him standing there.

He definitely comes up to you during trials and asks if you need some assistance while laughing—you agreed until you looked up and sprinted from him.

You warmed up and accepted his offer after you couldn’t find your way through the Asylum; to be fair you kept shining the flashlight at him since you thought he was a survivor as well, he doesn’t have to know that though.

It depends on how he’s feeling if he’ll sacrifice you or not; more often times than not he lets you live—whether it’s injured or in the dying state

Sometimes he’ll let you wiggle out you to make it look like you just “got away”

If you really don’t know where you’re going, he’ll down you to carry you to the other survivors to heal you and gets mad when they don’t heal you💀

💜 Pyramid Head

He just stands there watching for a moment; did you really miss two generators in front of your face? Did you not even notice him standing here?

Doesn’t even want to down you but sadly he does—he feels he has a job he’s gotta do o guess

When he does let you escape, he always lets you leave fully healed—he hates watching you crawl in the dying state or limping out injured.

When he’s done watching you struggle in a match, he’ll carry you to a safer spot and pats your head

He basically just sits you in a corner till it’s safe for you to leave the match

After the trials over (if he lets you life) he always carry’s you to hatch

💜 Danny Johnson

Like Pyramid Head, he’ll stand there and watch you; but it’s not out of concern

He’s too amused at you running in circles like a headless chicken he forgets the others are actually doing generators

Danny will 100% make fun of you, if he takes it too far (which he often does) he’ll apologize and try to shrug it off

Of course you’re the only one left and you’re still wandering around lost

So he watches you in the distance to see if you’ve learned any of the maps by now

And finds it hilariously cute that you haven’t

He still sacrifices you to the entity—it’s Danny; I don’t think we expected anything less

He carry’s you to hatch just to close it on you and then hook you close to where he just closed the hatch

Sometimes, if he’s feeling nice, he’ll let you have it

Mostly, he just wants to chase you to the exit and see who’s faster—like a game of cat and mouse

#dbd x reader #slashers x reader #trickster x reader #ji woon hak x reader #pyramid head x reader #slashers x gn reader #dbd x gn reader #x gn!reader #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader

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rabbitblackx · 1 year

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hello, i hope you're doing fine!^^

..if not I'm sorry to hear that :(.

would you mind Trickster, Huntress, Spirit, Artist reaction to killer! ans survivior!s/o or bestfriend with abandonment issues?

please ignore the gramma

Hey I’m doing good thanks! Hope ur going great too! :) I was a bit unsure with whether u wanted killer or survivor reader, but went ahead with a killer s/o anyway. Hope u don’t mind and enjoy!💞

DBD killers with a Killer!Reader that has abandonment issues

Includes: Huntress, Spirit, Trickster and Artist

Huntress

The Huntress used your issues to her advantage. You didn’t like being abandoned? Perfect! All she wanted was for you to be by her side. When neither of you were on trial, the Huntress kept you safe within her realm. Since you had none of your own, hers was where you lived

Anna could relate to your abandonment issues. She grew up without a father, and her mother soon too tragically ‘left’ her. She felt an extra connection with you because of this. She saw you as her soulmate. You were two killers wandering the fog, destined to be together forever

The Huntress made effort to let you know that you had nothing to worry about. She would never leave you. To comfort you, she laid your head over her lap while caressing your hair, humming an old Russian lullaby

Anna would not abandon you

Spirit

The Spirit despised most people nowadays. All except you. Because of this, she let you near no one but her. Feared being abandoned? Not to worry. She just made it that there was no one to abandon you in the first place

The Spirit was very possessive of you. If you were to be chatting or spending time with another killer, she would make up some excuse to steal you away. She was extra cuddly and caring, giving you gentle kisses while whispering sweet nothings. You melted into her touch and nestled into the crook of her neck with a smile

The Spirit told you time and time again how much you meant to her. She promised you she would never, ever leave you

And the Spirit always kept her promises

Trickster

The Trickster could be mean. He secretly thought it was embarrassing for a killer like yourself to fear abandonment, but also not surprising. Like, of course you couldn’t bare to live without him. But after awhile, he began to feel sympathy for once in his life

Maybe a ‘week’ after you told him about your abandonment issues, he started to overly kiss and cuddle you. He also complimented and called you pet names even more than he usually did

“Hey, babe! You’re looking beautiful tonight.”

The Trickster could also be a bit of a perv. To cheer you up from your issues, he made sweet, sweet love to you. Ji-Woon was so passionate when it came to you. You truly were his number one obsession

At the end of the day though, the Trickster didn’t look into your abandonment issues too much. He went on to treat you like he always did. Flirty, pervy and straight up eccentric with his love for you

Artist

The Artist wished she could tell you how much you meant to her. It broke her heart to know that you had these abandonment issues. If she still had her tongue, she would go on and on about how she would never abandon you

The Artist could hold you in her inky arms forever. She never tired of having you close. Carmina showed her love through actions, as of course, she couldn’t speak many words. She still smiled at you, an adorable smile that told you everything was going to be okay. She ran her black fingers through your hair while her face was nuzzled in your neck

The more Carmina spent these tender moments with you, the more she realised that she might’ve had abandonment issues too. Because if you were to ever leave her, she didn’t think she would be able to cope. She simply craved you, and your closeness

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dannykoenig · 1 year

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Self request 1

Trickster x reader w skin issues

Trickster x gender neutral reader with bad skin

(short)

Ji-Woons own skin is flawless, yet he absolutely loves doing skin care.

That's why he also "forces" other people; Rin, Susie, Julie, Frank, Joey, Danny ect. to do face masks with him.

He noticed you early and quickly got interested in the way you tried hiding your face with your hair sometimes.

When he saw your skin for the first time he immediately got excited, already planning so many wellness nights.

He did stay subtle though, keeping his anticipation hidden, but it grew the more you two befriended eachother.

Atleast until you texted him, asking for a recommendation for a product that helps against redness.

Ji-Woons excitement even showed through his texts, he'll definetely text you to come over.

And you did; he prepared a whole night. Face masks, skin care, movies, maybe even massages. (If already romantical, you'll probably take a bath together.)

Expect him to invite you over almost every weekend for spa evenings.

Sometimes he'll invite his other friends over, the ones he already did these skin care movie nights with before you came. Then you'll all sit on Ji-Woons bed, wearing face masks, talking, laughing and just having a good time overall.

He'll have his fun finding out what products help you the most, holding your face and scanning it for imperfect spots to work on while praising you (and praising himself for his good work so far).

Your skin gets better but he definetely wont stop inviting you over.

The more time you spend with him and tell him about you, the more comfortable he'll feel around you. Ji-Woon will slowly get more comfortable with physical touch and might even cuddle with you.

#dbd #dbd trickster #ji woon #ji woon hak #ji-woon #ji-woon hak #the trickster #dbd ji-woon hak #dbd writing #writing #dbd headcanons #dead by daylight #dead by daylight trickster #dbd x reader #dbd trickster x reader #trickster x reader

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deadbydangit · 9 months

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Reader who was the killers wife/fiance before the realm? They were looking for killer for months after they were taken, and now they have to be a survior with their killer partner forced to hunt them, even after all the mental anguish of trying to find them after they went missing :((

This with Ghostface, Trickster, Wesker, Knight, and Artist possibly?

You can choose if Reader knew of some of the killers real selves. I'd imagine at least for a few of them (like Danny or Knight), they did.

Thank you! 💗

Aww. That's so sweet. I think I can do that. Sorry if it's a bit sad. Please enjoy.

With a Reader who was married to the Killer in a previous life.

Ghostface, Trickster, Mastermind, Knight, Artist

Ghostface

He's stalking you.

You're totally unaware.

Until he catches your eye.

No... It can't be...

His heart stops

You're alive.

With shaking hands, he approaches you.

Dropping his knife.

"S/O?"

He's so afraid this isn't real.

He's missed you so much.

With the mask, you won't know it was him.

You've just seen the masked person running around and killing others.

Obviously you're frightened.

Danny realizes this, and throws off his mask.

He's been crying.

You started crying.

He pulled you into his arms in the tightest embrace.

Until the thought hits him.

He's going to have to kill you.

So while you're blubbering affection.

He's thinking about how he's going to have to hurt the love of his life.

You'd understand...right?

Trickster

Ah, another survivor hiding in a locker.

His favorite.

Watching their look of horror as the claw to hold onto the back.

He throws up the door to see a pair of horrified eyes.

Eyes he knew.

Your eyes.

Sinking to his knees and trembling, he reaches to touch you.

Was this a trick the Entity was playing on him?

Were you real?

You were!

Ji-Woon will yank you out of the locker and pull you into him.

He's missed you so much.

"My darling!"

You know that voice!

He was estatic.

He could finally see his one true love again.

The only person he had ever loved.

But then it hit him.

But he'd also have to kill you.

He'll explain the situation tearfully.

Understand that he doesn't want to do this.

He's forced to.

So, please, run.

Mastermind

He must be seeing things.

It couldn't be you.

You were back home.

Safe and unharmed.

Rushing in, he grabbed you by the throat.

Listening to those sounds.

Those little cries.

It was you!

He immediately dropped you onto your feet before enveloping you in a hug.

"Dearthart. I'm so sorry. I wasn't aware it was you."

Wesker won't cry.

But it looks like he will.

"My love, I'm so sorry. Why are you here? You don't deserve this."

He won't let anything happen to you.

He's a smart man.

He knows the Entity will have him try to kill you.

But that won't happen.

That damned beast could torture him however it wants.

It won't lay a tentacle on you.

Ever.

He'd die for you.

"I'll protect you. Forever."

Knight

Tarhos is always very focused in trials.

So much so that he doesn't realize who he's going after.

It was Durkos who first noticed that it looked like you.

No, it couldn't be you.

Tarhos had missed you dearly.

He would never say love, but he did.

He adored you.

His men knew that all too well.

As Tarhos spotted a survivor working on a generator, he grinned.

Finally.

Raising her sword above his head to stroke down, he saw a pair of eyes.

Eyes he knew.

Looking at you shaking like a mouse.

He promised himself that he'd never hurt you, never make you afraid of him.

And that promise was crashing down.

Throwing off his helmet, he bent down to your height, cradling you in his arms.

"Forgive me dearest."

Wiping the tears from your eyes with his blood stained gloves.

He was a monster.

But he was a monster that would protect you.

The Entity could kill him for all he cared about.

He wouldn't lay a finger on you.

Artist

She doesn't see as well as she used to.

The ink and anger clouds her vision.

But she knows it's you.

She was slow to approach.

Unlike some other killers, she didn't retain many of her human features.

She knew she was a monster.

But it was worth a shot.

You knew it was her.

That ever present curious look that was in Carmina's eyes.

She leaned in closer to you.

She could no longer speak, she could no longer hold you.

And, eventually, she'd have to kill you.

The thought made her ill.

As you approached, she slashed at the air next to you.

She wanted you to hate her.

To run and scream.

To be afraid.

She wouldn't be able to show you mercy.

It would be easier if you hated her.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #dbd trickster #dbd artist #dbd knight #dbd mastermind

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mundoperla · 1 year

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𝘿𝘽𝘿 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧 𝙨/𝙤 “𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜” 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩. (help)

DBD killers x Gender Neutral S/O

⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

— Getting cut up wasn’t stopping you from having a quick minute to yourself. Little did you know that you had a front row audience to your little show.

[ characters included;; pyramid head, herman carter, caleb quinn, ji-woon hak & danny johnson ]

⚠️⚠️ [tw(s);; wounds, messing with said wounds for trickster, general nsfw, dub-con, trickster being freaky with your wounds, trickster is his own warning tbh, mentions of killer inflicted cuts, full on devils tango with trickster & ghostie😔deathslinger jerks off to you🧍‍♂️] ⚠️⚠️

ppl who know me irl im so sorry if ur seeing this

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𝕻𝖞𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖉 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖝𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖗

⋆｡°✩ You were one of the last two survivors in the match, his sights were set on Jonah but another sound caught his attention.

⋆｡°✩ Straying away from the pools of blood and scratch marks, he followed the low grunts coming from behind one of the boulders surrounding the Macmillan Estate.

⋆｡°✩ How you couldn’t hear his heavy breathing before is wild, even after he had caught you in such a.. provocative position…

⋆｡°✩ The back of your shirt was shredded & only hanging on by a thread. The large gash on your back displayed for him and the world to see. You had cuts all over your abdomen and chest. The more you contorted the more pain you felt. That was irrelevant right now.

⋆｡°✩ Your other hand was lost between your legs, but Pyra could see the mess that was dripping onto the floor beneath where you were hunched over. You weren’t good at suppressing your voice.

⋆｡°✩ His pants grew tighter the more he stood there and silently watched you. Maybe he could grumble a bit to get your attention? You would have thought his breathing would’ve gotten your attention by now.

⋆｡°✩ There was obvious appeal to him, he 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙎 the visuals of you being all cut up. Especially since it was his doing. How he wasn’t immediately acting out to fulfill his desires was incredible.

⋆｡°✩ The last generator had been popped, frustration plastered itself on your face. Jonah wasn’t gonna linger and wait for you in the first place so you’d better get going. You can finish this some other time.

⋆｡°✩ You gathered yourself together, pulling your bottoms back up, ready to go up to one of the exits to leave the trial.

⋆｡°✩ He was still standing there. Not a muscle had moved since he found you.

⋆｡°✩ Did he.. did he see.. was he watching you this whole time ?!

⋆｡°✩ You dashed past him trying to avoid the paranoia and embarrassment that was flooding your mind, but he still didn’t budge.

⋆｡°✩ You and Jonah escaped **relatively** fine, there were more med kits at the campfire for the two of you to get bandaged back up. That encounter with the executioner was something you didn’t plan on sharing with anyone else for as long as you remained in the fog.

⋆｡°✩ Pyra returned to the killer’s campfire as silent as usual. Ignoring the more lively killer’s advances to try and interact, he couldn’t get you off of his mind. Would you skitter off and do that again if he sliced you with his blade?

⋆｡°✩ Hopefully the entity would give him another opportunity to test that theory out soon.

𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖞 𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊

⋆｡°✩ There’s only four generators left; most (if not all of) your friends are on death hook and/or injured.

⋆｡°✩ Going up against Ghostface was never easy, he was good at what he did, and it was something new with him every time.

⋆｡°✩ He was especially good at tearing you down no matter how big of a fight you put up.

⋆｡°✩ You and Nea were in chase, the two of you were badly injured but healing felt impossible with how quickly he’d locate you and the others.

⋆｡°✩ Nea had shoved you out of the way so you could make some distance, leaving her alone in this chase wasn’t something you wanted to do, but you’d rather get out of here a bit battered and bruised than dead.

⋆｡°✩ Your entire body was burning with how badly beaten up you were, you were exhausted from the nonstop running, your shoulders ached from being thrown onto the rusty hooks of coldwind farm, and most importantly? you’re sexually frustrated.

⋆｡°✩ The only completed generator rumbled from the inside of the barn, lights blaring down on the metal fences surrounding it. Limping over towards the piles of unused hay that sat in front of a nearby window for a quick escape if needed.

⋆｡°✩ Shimmying out of your jeans and underwear, you quickly got to work. You wouldn’t take too long, right ?

⋆｡°✩ Nea had just gotten mori’d & Dwight hooked for the last time. It was just you and Quentin who remained in the trial. Danny was saving you for last, you were his obsession after all.

⋆｡°✩ You had lost track of how much time you spent in the haystacks, Quentin had just died yet you stayed quivering in your spot, your hand felt tired but you 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 some kind of relief.

⋆｡°✩ Danny searched for you after he finished your final teammate, but he couldn’t find you. No matter how much he retraced his steps and looked underneath tables and searched every locker, you remained unfound.

⋆｡°✩ Hatch had spawned right outside shack, but you weren’t there to make him watch you leave either. He could of just closed it so the exits gates would open and the timer would start, but something told him not to do that.

⋆｡°✩ Confusion clouded his mind until he had done another quick pass of the barn, low sighs echoing past the thin walls.

⋆｡°✩ 𝙊𝙝? Is this where you’ve been hiding from him this whole time? Crouching close to the ground, he had began to sneakily wander the abandoned building whilst following your low grunts.

⋆｡°✩ Peaking from behind one of the hay bales, he found you. He sat still for a moment, trying to process what it was you were doing.

⋆｡°✩ Oh. OHHHHHH THATS WHAT YOU’RE DOING????

⋆｡°✩ How long has it been since he’s touched himself? He can’t remember either. Time in the entity’s realm felt like an eternity…

⋆｡°✩ There’s an endless amount of time for him to eliminate entire survivor teams, maybe he’d let you get hatch in exchange for some relief too.

⋆｡°✩ His movements were quick and he had no issue vocalizing to you about what he wanted once he had you pinned. Glad to know that you were also on board for such a grand exchange!

⋆｡°✩ The grip he had on your hips was tight, your legs caging him inside, the two of you needed this more than anything.

⋆｡°✩ With every thrust you had the wind knocked out of you, he had no intention of being soft with you in that moment. You had no complaints of course, he began whining into your chest how gorgeous you looked with his marks all over your arms and legs; how he wanted to tough you up even more than he had already.

⋆｡°✩ You guys had gone at it for what felt like hours, you even got the privilege to see the bottom half of his face when he pulled his mask up so he could bite and suck at your neck and chest. Your fellow survivors back at the fire were wondering where you were. Danny only had Ji-Woon and Frank to question where he was back at the killer’s camp, nobody else really paid attention to him.

⋆｡°✩ Your little “session” had came to an end, the walk to the hatch was mostly silent with the exception of Danny cracking a joke to fill the air around you.

⋆｡°✩ With a quick smack on the ass he gave you a quick goodbye and ran off somewhere on the map giggling manically. You resorted to 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 for human contact? Bless your heart..

𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖇 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗

⋆｡°✩ God fucking dammit.

⋆｡°✩ You hated going up against The Deathslinger, he was precise, quick, efficient, and honestly a bit charming.

⋆｡°✩ There was some type of tension between the two of you, the long pauses when he’d catch you with his speargun just to eye you down before letting you run off, the whistles when he’d catch you bent over to rummage chests, it was obvious to anyone in y’all’s radius that he found you attractive.

⋆｡°✩ Every trial you had with him you came out with a scar from a wound he inflicted himself, to be quite honest? you liked having these little reminders of him on your body.

⋆｡°✩ This trial with him went no different than the last, your arms were so badly cut up and you had bruises where the butt of the speargun had wacked you earlier. Your sweat mixing inside your wounds wasn’t helping either. Nobody had brought a medkit nor circle of healing so you had to rely on your teammates, yet none of them were to be found after spreading out when the killer had appeared.

⋆｡°✩ Did Caleb get to them already? There’s no way that could be the case.. But with how he kills others so quickly there is always a possibility.

⋆｡°✩You were getting stressed out, none of your teammates were to be found, you’re too paranoid to even touch a gen because you’re injured, too much is going on all at once and you can’t take it anymore.

⋆｡°✩ ❝I need to jerk off.❞

⋆｡°✩ Garden of Joy had a dark room in the main house, it wasn’t far from where you stood so you made your way there.

⋆｡°✩ You could just barely see your hands when you entered the room, but the red light shining in from the hallway made this sequence of actions much more sensual.

⋆｡°✩ Your one good hand migrated down to unbutton your jeans, past your underwear and immediately towards your sex.

⋆｡°✩ Your back was pressed against the lockers and your mind was full of fog. Nothing mattered in your short moments of bliss.

⋆｡°✩ Caleb lingered in the next room over, he’d cleared your entire team long ago and now it was just the two of you left in the map. He searched for the hatch just so he could properly bring you to it instead of slaughtering you like the last person.

⋆｡°✩ Originally there to sit and ponder for a moment before resuming his search, became something else much quicker. He didn’t plan on making his presence known to you, instead he decided to join you from his current spot.

⋆｡°✩ Unbuckling his belt and removing his pants with haste, he took a slow & steady speed with his hand. He makes no noise as to not disturb or startle you. You must want him badly the way you’re touching yourself after his usual antics.

⋆｡°✩ Hearing you whimper out his name is pushing him over the edge, he wants to go in there and take you himself but he just wants to keep what’s going on currently.

⋆｡°✩ His body feels so hot, he’s getting closer to his release and by the way you’re whining so are you. Low grunts escape his lips, his hot seed coating his fist along with a small patch on his pants. He’d have to change real soon once this match ended.

⋆｡°✩ You’d just finished too, pulling your pants up and making your way to the doorway just to be immediately faced with Caleb just as you turned the corner. That same shit eating grin stretched across his face.

⋆｡°✩ ❝Wished we coulda’ done more while yer’ here, but let’s get’cha down to the hatch. ❞

𝕵𝖎-𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖆𝖐—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

⋆｡°✩ He’s toying with you and has no intention on stopping any time soon.

⋆｡°✩ He wishes he had his phone on him so he could record your wonderful screams for a new song!

⋆｡°✩ You’re wandering aimlessly through Midwich, your pants and shirt are basically shredded. Small cuts litter every part of your body like one big morbid tattoo, every time you move it’s that same stinging sensation that pushes you closer to tears.

⋆｡°✩ He’s so annoying. He doesn’t even bother taking the knives that still stick into the muscles of your thighs when he downs & hooks you. Then complains how quickly he runs out of the luminescent blades even though he’ll waste them by tossing them around the place before actually aiming someone down.

⋆｡°✩ Despite your internal protests to keep moving, you came to a stop in one of the classrooms towards the very back of the building.

⋆｡°✩ You had a medkit on you so you could bandage up your deeper wounds, but what purpose did these knives serve you now? The Trickster definitely wasn’t gonna come back for them in the first place.

⋆｡°✩ You tucked one into your back pocket, maybe decisive strike with an actual blade would be much more efficient.

⋆｡°✩ He’s had these knives long before the fog had taken him, fans would go crazy to have one of these knives in their possession. 𝙏𝙃𝙀 Trickster’s knives, not some cheap replica of them — but the real deal. One that his actual hands had touched.

⋆｡°✩ He was kind of cute now that you thought about it. If you removed his… murderous behaviors then he’d be pretty cool. Maybe.

⋆｡°✩ Fans across the world would kill to be in your place, especially when he would sling you over his broad shoulders, his large hand tight on your back to ensure you don’t wiggle free. Being as close to someone of such high importance is so strange, but you feel so special when he’s man handling you.

⋆｡°✩ He probably only saw you as another survivor and nothing more, but you could live with that. Having him as the main material for your private sessions wasn’t gonna kill either of you.

⋆｡°✩ Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He was so stupid but here you are, folding at the thought of him yanking you away from generators and tossing you around like you’re nothing.

⋆｡°✩ Strutting down the hallway in yet another outfit the entity had gifted him, freshly stained after attacking the rest of your team. He hadn’t seen you in a minute, so of course he had to go out looking for you~!

⋆｡°✩ He’d reached the very end of the hallway, prepared to turn back around he caught a glimpse of your jacket in one of the doorways.

⋆｡°✩ Aww, why were you hiding ? Didn’t you wanna see him ?

⋆｡°✩ Swinging through the doorway fully prepared to wack you with his usual weapon, he got a good eyeful of what you were really doing.

⋆｡°✩ Now you’ve got him interested, you’re ready for him to knock you unconscious so you can briefly forget this moment of embarrassment and be immediately brought back to the campfire, but you aren’t given that gracious of an exit.

⋆｡°✩ He won’t shut the fuck up, palming himself through the leather material of his pants whilst degrading you.

⋆｡°✩ It’s turning you on even more, there’s no way he’s unaware of this effect he has on you.

⋆｡°✩ You’re this desperate for him that you’re getting off to the idea of him tossing you around? Hurting you even? How pathetic of you.

⋆｡°✩ But since he’s so kind, he’ll help you with your little issue. Unfortunately for you, this douchebag is fucking you completely stupid.

⋆｡°✩ He’s gripping onto your arms as hard as possible to ensure your little cuts will sting some more, occasionally shoving his cock into your mouth to watch the cut on your cheek stretch open more and more.

⋆｡°✩ He’ll keep you here for as long as the entity allows it. This feeling of bliss is something he can’t get enough of, he needs to savor this.

⋆｡°✩ The little blade you kept fell out of your pocket mid thrust, of course he wasn’t going to let this go unnoticed. Now what were you gonna do with this? You need a physical reminder of him for when you go back? Jeez you must like him a whole lot.

⋆｡°✩ Once the two of you are finished he’ll sit in a dazed trance for a good while, don’t bother trying to talk to him, you won’t get anywhere.

⋆｡°✩ You use this opportunity to run off and find the rest of your team who’re also in the same rough condition as you. You all make it out together leaving Ji-Woon in the school to do whatever until he goes back.

⋆｡°✩ He’ll consult Danny and Frank about his newfound fascination with you, but won’t share specifics why.

⋆｡°✩ A dedicated fan will always have his full attention no matter what realm they are in.

𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗

⋆｡°✩ Your brain is beyond deep fried and you can barely form a cohesive thought.

⋆｡°✩ Every word that comes out of your mouth is on the spot or impulsive and you can’t even process anything anymore.

⋆｡°✩ Your entire body is tingling and you’re only getting so much friction from crouching and running.

⋆｡°✩ Was this a common side effect from the doctor’s shocks? Everyone else looks horrified once they’re completely insane, but you? you’re grinding against nothing like a bitch in heat.

⋆｡°✩ You were stable enough to know not to ask your fellow survivors for some help, you don’t think the killer would help you either.

⋆｡°✩ Or so you thought.

⋆｡°✩ Herman watches you from afar, laughing to himself; that he’s the one causing you to need to relieve yourself just because of him.

⋆｡°✩ Is he also aroused? Of course, he’s not gonna bother hiding it from others, this reaction came from you; his newest test subject.

⋆｡°✩You’re so sensitive now, you’re suppressing everything the second a teammate places a hand on your back to ask if you’re alright. Herman doesn’t want other subjects interjecting during his observation so he will remove them immediately. You need to be closely examined.

⋆｡°✩ He’s watching you silently, you can travel to the farthest corner of the abandoned ski resort but he will always be watching you.

⋆｡°✩ In the moments where you’re confident that you are truly alone he will still be “examining” you. Just a little shock and you’re back to coming undone on the single mattress of one of the few rooms in the resort.

⋆｡°✩ Back at the killer’s camp he will silently remove himself from the environment to secretly relieve himself from another trial of examination. Seeing you grind hopelessly into the piano seat of the saloon was not something he expected today. However with these experiments he learns more and more every time.

⋆｡°✩He wants to taste you more than anything, to lick the messes you make of yourself off your fingers. He needs you so bad but he refuses to let himself have you just like that.

⋆｡°✩ He can’t just rush this experiment, all his research needs to be thorough. You’re too perfect of a specimen to just let off the hook so soon.

⋆｡°✩ Although he will not make it known how filthy his thoughts are, he will let you know that he is in fact interested.

⋆｡°✩ He wont let you leave the trial alive regardless of how he feels. Some examinations need the subject to be completely unscathed or damaged. You’re always gonna be the perfect candidate for new experiments.

this is my first time like actually writing lord forgive how messy this is

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#trickster x reader #the doctor x reader #pyramid head x reader #caleb quinn x reader #ghostface x reader #danny johnson x reader #ji woon x reader #ji woon hak x reader #dbd imagines #dbd smut #herman carter x reader

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