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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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d34dg1rl5 · 2 months

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Saviour

Opening your eyes you take in your surroundings. You're in Ormond. Quickly you decide to look for a totem since you're running Inner Strength.

After some while of running sround you finally find a totem in the corner of the killer shack. But you weren't alone. Mikaela also just arrived at the shack and started to work on the totem, she probably runs a Boon perk.

"Uhm, Mikaela... Could I maybe have this totem? I have Inner Strength, I could-" She glances at you and grunts. "Why don't you go find another totem?" You tilt your head. She never has been so mean, but maybe she had a bad day. You nod. "Yeah true..." You sigh and decide to work on a gen for now, you're sure you'll find another totem somewhere else on the map.

Just as you work on the gen, Jake rushes towards your gen - he's injured. Quickly you get up and try to heal him, but he backs away. "Don't touch me, I don't need your help!" You raise an eyebrow. "But. You're injured?" He starts to work on the gen and continues to groan in pain. You decide to also continue working on the machine. "Jake, I really hate to bug you, but you really should-" "Shut the fuck up and leave me alone!"

Quietly you let go of the issue and shake your head. What's up with him? Did he also have a bad day? A bad trial? More than one bad trial? Well, you didn't want to push any further... The gen is repaired and Jake takes off, leaving you behind, confused and thinking.

After some time you see a totem behind some crates and you quickly destroy it, unlocking Inner Strength. Well, at least something positive!

After some while the killer had downed it's first victim - Jake. You didn't feel to bad... He didn't want to get healed after all! Soon after Jake got hooked another scream erupted from within Ormond. Mikaela also met her demise. She also got hooked. You didn't meet the fourth survivor yet. Let's just hope they didn't have a bad day aswell...

Just as you were thinking that you run into said survivor. It was David. With a thud you fell on your butt. "Oh David! I'm sorry, I didn't see you-" "Quit the bullshit! Everybody knows you're working with the killer!" Your eyes went wide. "What? What are you talking about? I never worked together with any killer!" How could he say that?? What did he mean by 'everyone'??

He pushed you out of the way and makes his way over to the hooked survivors. You look after him as you could feel hot tears starting to run down your cheeks. "What the fuck..."

You trot over the map. Mikaela and Jake had been saved a while ago but you had lost your fighting spirit for this trial already. And you didn't meet the killer yet.

Let's analyze this! You were friends with some of the nicer killers like Susie, Rin, Anna, Carmina, Trickster and even Danny.

Susie is a nice girl, always listening to you and talking to you about all kinds of stuff. Like the rest of the Legion she is always down for the weirdest shenanigans.

Anna is a big woman, her hugs are almost bone crushing yet she always takes care of you outside of the trials telling you different russian fairy tales.

Even though you were friends with Rin, she is more reserved than Susie or Anna. You love to style her hair and learn more about japanese culture. But most of the time she rather wants to be alone than have any company. In all honesty she is ashamed of how she looks. Poor girl...

Carmina is a nice company. Sometimes you chill in her realm, watching her feeding the crows and paint new pictures. One time she surprised you with a picture of you she drew. You liked it alot and she was happy, letting out a proud croak.

Trickster. A hard case. Yes, you were some kind of friends with him. He LOVES talking about himself, his incredible shows, his murders and everything involving him in general. This man is in love with himself and sometimes it's annoying as fuck but you stick around because you're the only survivor he still kind of tolerates.

And the last person - Danny. Infamously known as Ghostface. He is really something. A deadly and quiet stalker, always there when you need him. He also is narcissistic but not as much as Trickster. He likes to talk about the murders he commited when he wasn't in the entitys world. You couldn't see his face but everytime he talked about this topic you could swear he has a big ass smile plastered on his face. And to admit this you kind of have a weakness for the masked stalker.

Looking around you decide to go for the gen in Ormond. Someone has already started to work on it but the killer has destroyed it. Just as you sit down Mikaela comes running towards you and groans in pain. "Heal me!" You get up and look at her. "You could ask me nicely instead..." Not waiting for her answer you still start to patch her up as she backs away and pushes you back, running out of the house.

You gasp as you fall against a hard thing. Immediately an arm wraps around your neck. "Hey doll... What's up? Didn't see you all trial, it was about time, don't you say?" Danny. Of course. Why didn't you notice that sooner...

"Please hook me. I want this trial to be over." He huffs. "You're no fun." He removes his arm and puts a hand onto his hip, making him look a little bit like a Karen. "Hm... I'll get back to you."

After some time Danny downed Jake, Mikaela and David, having them laying on the floor. You were still working on the gen in Ormond, not able to concetrate. The gen had blown up many times even though you were REALLY trying to make it work. Maybe todays events just got to your head...

Danny comes back and grabs your arm. Without questioning him you follow and see your fellow survivors laying on the ground, whincing in pain losing a lot of blood. David looks up to you. "(Y/n)! Heal- I fucking knew it... You're working with the killer! I fucking knew it!!" Mikaela and Jake look at you with looks of disapproval, annoyance and hate. All mixed feelings, but not good ones.

Danny grins and kneels down in front of David. "Heh.. I'll be right back." He brings Jake to the hook and then Mikaela. They get sacrificed immediately. Like promised, Danny comes back. You were still standing there, not knowing what to do. You WANTED to heal David, but after him being an asshole and just treating you like shit you were starting to question things.

Danny chuckles and hands you his knife. "Now (Y/n)... Why don't you show David what you think about his mean mean behaviour earlier? I think he needs to be punished..." He puts his head on your shoulder. "C'mon... Make me proud..."

You look at Danny and grab the knife tightly in your hand kneeling down in front of David. "David...", you start. David huffs. "You're a fucking traitor... You're the reason we always lose when we're teamed up with you... Sometimes I wish you were fucking dead. Forever."

Those words hurt. Like someone plunging multiple needles in your heart. David was always a guy who loved to brag about his fights but he was there when needed in trials. But now. You despise him. You really do.

You look at the knife in your hand, knuckles white from gripping the knife so hard. David grins. "You're weak... I knew you-" Before the brit could finish his sentence you plunged the knife in his neck, making him bleed even more. He gurgles for a few seconds before closing his eyes. Now he was really dead. Not sacrificed and not mori'd... At least not by a killer.

You slowly get up and look at your now bloody hands. From behind you you could hear slow claps. Slow claps. Just like a villain in a superhero movie. You turn around.

"Damn... I really didn't think you would be able to do that... Yet you proofed me wrong. Interesting..." He smiled and takes the knife from you, cleaning it from Davids blood. Danny sighs. "Saw how they treated you earlier... I couldn't let that go 'unseen'." He sits down on one of the benches, manspreading. Quickly he pats his thigh. Not even knowing what you're doing you sit down on his thigh and let your head fall against his shoulder.

"I didn't even see you.." Danny nods. "Of course. I am Ghostface, I am a master at staying hidden." He sighs and puts his hand on your head soothingly caressing your hair.

"I didn't think survivors could be like this... Y'all are supposed to stick together when a killer is trying to. Well kill you." You sigh audibly. "I was confused and then I thought they were referring to my friendships with some of the killers including you... I didn't even know you were the killer until Mikaela pushed me into you."

"Yeah, what a move."

The wind is blowing and you shiver. Danny notices this and holds you closer to him. "Cold, are we?" He move his free hand to his mask and. Removes it?! You have never seen Danny without his mask and he looks really pretty... You look at him.

"You must trust me a lot to remove your mask..." He smiles a cheeky smile. "Think whatever you want about this. You should get the hatch as a little reward. For killing David and basically doing the dirty work for me." You just nod and get off his thigh. He grabs his mask but isn't putting it on just yet.

After a while of looking for the hatch you finally find it in the killer shack. "I'll see you around. If you want it or not."

With that he pushes you into the hatch grinning. Just before you get engulfed in the black fog, you see him putting his mask back on.

What will the others think?

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r3dkn0ts · 3 months

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omg hi bestie 🫶 could i maybe get some wesker x ftm trans reader (he/him pronouns + idc what u use to refer to his genitalia) !! sfw n nsfw are both okey, surprise me ^__^

i know what you are 🫵

SFW + NSFW RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS FOR ALBERT WESKER W/ A TRANS MALE PARTNER

Themes: Wesker-level fluff and sexy smutty stuff Warnings: Canon-typical violence, slight possessiveness, and he's kind of an asshole, but I think you already knew that

SFW Relationship Headcanons - Wesker is a tsundere. There, I said it. - He started a romantic relationship with you, which means that he saw something special in you. He won't tell you what it is. - Before the relationship was established, he'd try and act like he had no interest in you. Negative interest, to be specific. Wouldn't even look you in the eye. Nobody was any the wiser. - He was trying to convince himself that he'd never feel romantic feelings towards someone so much lesser than him. It probably also has to do with his repressed bisexuality. - He'd never admit that, though. He has common sense, even if he is a total maniac. - When or if you tell him you're transgender, he won't think much of it. - He's a scientist and knows how biology works, so he won't ask the questions someone with less knowledge or from a time before modern medicine would. - If you're shorter than him, he'll tease you about it relentlessly. He'll put things on high shelves where you can't reach just so you have to ask him for help. - He's kind of protective of you. He won't say it out loud, but if another killer hurts you more than what The Entity demands, he'll take things into his own hands. - Wesker loves putting his arm around your waist or shoulders when you're around others just to display that you're his. - He may not say it out loud a lot, but he does love you. Just in his own way.

V CLICK READ MORE FOR NSFW HEADCANONS V

NSFW Relationship Headcanons - Wesker isn't a particularly horny person, but if you brush up against him just right or make a move, he'll get a boner pretty quickly. - As you'd expect, Wesker loves to be serviced, but he doesn't mind taking care of your needs once you're all squirmy and desperate. - If you want him, you have to beg. Convince him that you need him inside you or his tongue on you. - It inflates his ego and turns him on all the more. - He loves using Uroboros to his advantage in the bedroom. He'll hold you against walls or pin your wrists down with his tentacles, or maybe even use them more proactively. - Even if there's no bedroom nearby, he'll just fuck you wherever he sees fit. He doesn't care if anybody catches you two. It just adds to the thrill. - He tries not to be a very vocal guy during sex, but if your tongue hits the right spot or you tell him how good he feels inside you, he might accidentally slip out a moan or groan. - He loves cumming inside and watching his seed spill out, but he loves even more to finish in your mouth or on your face. - He'll try and help you clean up afterwards if you two make a mess. He doesn't want you to think he just uses you for sex.

#dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight imagines #resident evil x reader #resident evil imagines #the mastermind x reader #albert wesker x reader #fluff #smut #headcanons #trans reader #male reader #lgbt reader #ftm reader

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fandom-go-round · 2 years

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Can you do nsfw scenarios or head cannons where a survivor reader accidentally ends up in provocative positions with Trapper, Michael, Nemesis and Pinhead?

Alternate Title: The Entity Really Needs to Clean Up in Here

Warnings: Implied Sexual Situations, Implied Sex, Sexual Tension, Teasing, Provocative Language and Situations, Awkward Situations, Embarrassment, Canon Typical Violence, Talk of Death and Hooking

The Trapper:

You want this trial to be over with already. You know that Trapper is on his way and you wish he would get here sooner. Actually, that’s a lie because the situation you’re in is bad enough without him seeing how you look. Your leg had gotten stuck in a trap and you had flailed, slamming into one of the scarecrows in the cornfield. Now you and your new ‘friend’ where both half on the pole, looking rather suggestive.

You close your eyes as your heartbeat gets faster, refusing to look at Evan has he rounds the corner. You feel him hesitate, taking in your situation before he lets out a snort. Your leg is throbbing but you would have gladly been on a hook by now instead of listening to the laughter.

Trapper doesn’t say a word, taking the scarecrow sprawled on top of you and tossing it to the side. He looms over you, taking you in. You can feel your face heating up but ignore it, scowling at him. He lets out another deep chuckle, reaching down and freeing your leg. You don’t protest as he slings you over his shoulder, happy to let this end. You do yelp when he pinches your thigh, ignoring his rumbling.

Michael Myers:

The cop cars in Haddonfield are perfect for sliding across. Usually. This trail, something had gone wrong and your graceful slide had turned into a sprawl. It was like you hit an invisible barrier; one minute you’re running from the Shape and the next you feel like you’ve gotten hit on the head, spread out on the windshield.

Clearly Michael hadn’t been expecting it either, knife half raised in the air as he looked at you. Your head was still ringing and you groaned, opening your eyes to figure out what had hit you. Surprisingly, you couldn’t see any physical object and that’s when you realized how you looked.

Arms thrown above you and legs wide open, you were completely laid open for Michael to take in. You froze, eyes wide as you looked into the eyes of the mask staring back at you. Neither of you moved, some sort of tension in the air. He didn’t say anything as the knife slammed between your legs, sinking into the hood of the car right by your crotch. You let out a yell, throwing yourself up the top of the car and rolling off the back. There was a less than graceful stumble before you were sprinting back towards the houses. Michael watched you go for a moment before following after you. He was determined to hook you this time, even if you ended up under him again.

Nemesis:

You wanted to scream. The damn boat you were running through had collapsed, leaving you dangling from the top floor. You wanted to scold the Entity for not keeping up maintenance but that doesn’t really matter when you can hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears.

Nemesis doesn’t see you. You have no idea how but suddenly something is buried in your ass and you’re yelping at the top of your lungs. You hear a sound that’s almost like a gasp below you and then steps back, your face getting hot with embarrassment. You can tell that Nemesis doesn’t know what to do either, an odd silence filling the air.

Eventually he must take pity on you, hands moving up your legs before getting to your waist. There’s no warning before he’s yanking you through the floor, splinters and dirt getting all over you. You fully expect him to knock you down but instead he just gestures off to into the distance, letting you go. You don’t question it, taking off and not looking back. If he has a habit of staring at your ass now, neither of you comment on it.

Pinhead:

This had not been part of the plan. Not at all. You had planed on diving between the bars inside of the barn, ignoring the pigs hooked up around you. What you hadn’t expected was to get stuck, one of the chains hooked around your ankle and keeping you half in the bars and half suspended. Pinhead froze behind you, taking in the scene before letting out a laugh.

Your struggled to break free, wondering what he was going to do as he made his way over. You could only half see his body, torse twisted to face the door. You could recognize the grin on his face though and knew you were probably in for a bad time. It took you a second to realize that he wasn’t the one who had gotten you and it took a round of swinging before you saw the chain and the ceiling.

He has a hard time deciding what to do with you. On one hand he’s here to sacrifice to the Entity, on another it’s been so long since he’s been able to play… Pinhead walks over to you and gives you an ultimatum; he’s going to go hunt the others down and then come back for you. You have until then to escape. If you’re still here, he’s going to use you as he sees fit. He enjoys the look of panic and surprise on your face before walking off. No matter your choice he’ll have a good time; he does hope you choose to stay though.

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foxigemini · 1 year

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For Eternity

Pairing: Vittorio Toscano (Dead by Daylight) x Female Reader

Summary: You're new in the fog and Vittorio takes you under his wings.

Warnings: SMUT! NSFW!

Author's notes: I fell for this silver fox daddy the moment I saw him. I mean, JUST LOOK AT HIM 😩 So yeah of course I had to write for him (even if nobody is interested to read it). So, here we go. I hope some people enjoy this.

"We got a new one."

All the survivors looked up at Dwight's voice and followed his gaze as a young woman stumbled out of the fog. They only gave her a quick glance before returning to staring into the campfire. Vittorio clenched his jaw and stood up, shaking his head as he walked passed the others to greet the new survivor.

Your heart pounded painfully in your chest and your eyes widened in terror, flickering back and forth as you scanned your surroundings. Where the hell were you? The last thing you remembered was getting lost in the fog in the forest, then...then everything went black and the next thing you knew, you were here. Wherever here was. It kind of looked like the forest you got lost in...

"Hey. Are you okay?"

You jumped at the voice and stared up at the man standing in front of you. You found yourself speechless as you looked into the grey eyes of the sexiest man you'd ever seen. His grey hair was cut in a modern style, with shaved sides and long layers on the top. He was wearing a leather jacket and a red shirt that had a few buttons open, revealing a toned chest with tattoos spread across his skin up to his throat. You frowned as your gaze landed on the blue, glowing vein going down the right side of his neck. What the hell was that...

"Hey. You good?" the man repeated and placed his hand on your shoulder. You jerked at the contact and the man quickly removed his hand.

"Sorry!" you burst out and blushed. "I...I am just...where the hell am I?"

The silver fox smiled bitterly. "Welcome to the fog. I'm Vittorio," he said and reached out his hand. You took it, your hand disappearing in his larger one and you could feel the warmth from it spread through your entire body.

"Y/n," you replied and let go of his hand and gave him a nervous smile before looking around. You noticed a couple of people sitting around a campfire and looked back at Vittorio with a confused frown. "Umm...what is the fog?"

Vittorio smiled and gestured you to follow him. "Come. Let's join the others and we tell you all about it."

You had a hard time believing them at first. But your first trial pushed you right into the horrific nightmare that now was your life. Luckily, Vittorio was there to guide you through it. Helped you figure out how to fix the generators and protected you against the killer. None of the other survivors seemed to bother teaching you how to survive. They only seemed irritated being stuck with a newbie on their team.

"You can sleep here if you want." Vittorio patted the blanket lying on the ground next to him. Feeling your face heat up, you smiled shyly and sat down next to him.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice warm and soft with concern.

You shrugged your shoulders and tears welled up in your eyes. You had no fucking idea how to feel, everything felt so unreal, like it was all a bad dream.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay," Vittorio said and swept his arms around you, pulling you softly against his chest. "You'll get the hang of things soon."

Feeling the warmth of his body and the safety of his strong arms and firm chest, you let all your emotions free, crying in his embrace until the darkness of sleep claimed your troubled mind.

Vittorio watched your sleeping form as he laid you down next to him. You were so beautiful. So young and innocent. His gaze traveled down the curves of your body covered in a short skirt and a tight top, awakening something inside him he hadn't felt in centuries. Quickly, he averted his eyes and turned away from you, lying down on the side with his back against you, ignoring the pulsing heat of his swelling cock.

You woke up in the morning, covered in a warm blanket. Turning around, you noticed Vittorio was gone and that it was his blanket that was on top of you. You smiled softly and pressed the blanket against your nose, inhaling his sweet scent, before coming to your senses. Fuck, what were you doing? Were you already falling for this guy?

Ignoring your thoughts, you sat up and saw Meg and Nea sitting by the fire.

"Where is Vittorio?"

"In a trial," Nea said shortly.

A surge of panic rushed through your belly before you remembered what he told you yesterday. That nobody really dies in the trials. That you all end up here again. In the same way, you don't get hungry or cold anymore.

"So, what do you guys do around here when you're not in a trial?"

Meg shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing."

"Nothing? You guys just sit here?"

Both Nea and Meg shrugged their shoulders and you sighed. They've been here for so long that they'd become lackadaisical.

"Well, I'm going to take a look around," you said and stood up. There wasn't much to see. Just the campfire and the surrounding forest, which you couldn't explore very deeply. A few minutes in, you found yourself standing in the clearing of the campfire again. You bit your lip, pushing your fear and tears away. So this was your life now? Living trapped in a forest, doomed in a never-ending loop of trials, where your only glimmer of hope was the possibility of escaping alive.

Time moved strangely in the fog. You didn't know if it was day or night and slept whenever you were tired.

"What year is it? Out there?" Vittorio asked one day when the two of you sat by a river in the forest, just a few meters away from the border where you would wind up in the campfire again. The two of you often wandered up here, to be away from the others, getting to know each other. Only, you did most of the talking and Vittorio liked to listen, could look at you for hours as you spoke. He hadn't spoken much about himself, only that he was from Italy and that he'd been here for a very, very long time.

"2022," you replied to his question. "At least when I came here."

Vittorio only nodded and a cloak of sadness covered his usual light, grey eyes.

"When did you come here?"

Vittorio was silent for a moment before he began to talk.

"1391. But I've been hiding, wandering through the fog until a while back when the Entity eventually found me and brought me here."

You stared at him as he spoke. He'd been here for that long? For centuries?

"I...I can't imagine what you've been through," you said and placed your hand on his lower arm. "You must have been so scared, so lonely..."

Vittorio looked at you, into your warm, beautiful eyes and he couldn't control himself anymore. Taking your face in his hand, he leaned down and kissed you, feeling a bolt of heat rush through him at the touch of your soft lips against his. How many times hadn't he fantazied about this? This and so much more...

The kiss took you by surprise, your eyes widening when Vittorio pressed his lips against yours. Then, you moaned against his mouth, the feeling of his hand cupping your face and the dominance of his lips melting away all the thoughts you may have.

Then, he suddenly pulled away and you looked at each other with flushed faces and heaving chests.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"Shut up," you said and straddled his lap, quickly unbuckling his belt and opening his pants.

Vittorio stared up at you, whimpered when your delicate fingers wrapped around his cock and it twitched in your hand. Fuck, it had been so long since he'd felt the touch of a woman...He was already hard from the kissing, but the touch of your hand threatened to make him explode. Then, you suddenly pushed your panties aside and lowered yourself onto him. Vittorio cried out when his cock slid into your wet and tight, little pussy, his hands gripping your hips desperately as you started to ride him.

Closing your eyes, you threw your head back and allowed yourself to feel every gorgeous, thick girth of his cock fill you up. Fuck, he felt so good inside you. Opening your eyes, you looked down at him and smiled, feeling victorious at the way he looked up at you in so much awe and lust. Lifting your top, you pulled it over your head and smiled anew as Vittorio's gaze fell upon your breasts. His hands moved up and cupped them, kneading the soft flesh in his rough-skinned hands.

Vittorio couldn't take his eyes away from his hands touching your breasts, his cock throbbing inside you every time your tits bounced as you moved on top of him. He bent forward and engulfed a hard nipple with his lips.

Vittorio sucked on your nipple hard, the rough texture of his beard rubbing deliciously against the sensitive skin on your breasts. Fuck. You grabbed the back of his head, moaned as he sucked on your nipple until it became swollen and raw. When he finally released it, he looked up at you with lustful, wild eyes and heaving chest, and you leaned down, kissing him hungrily and needily.

"Fuck me, Vittorio. Make me yours," you whispered against his lips, your nails digging into his neck. Your words awoke something primal inside of him, a dominance longing to be released. Growling, he wrapped his arm around your torso and turned the both of you around so you laid underneath him. Pushing your legs up, he glared into your eyes, his face hard and stern as he started pounding into you like a madman. You stared up at him, your mouth half-open as your moans spilled from your lips, loving the dominance you always knew he had somewhere inside of him. Your back arched at the pleasure and you saw stars as his cock hit the deepest parts of you, again and again...Then, Vittorio wrapped his hand around your throat just below your jawline and that was all it took for you to tumble over the edge. You cried out in pleasure and your pussy clenched around his cock as your orgasm swept through your body like a whirlwind.

"Fuck," Vittorio muttered as your pussy tightened around him and he spilled his seed inside you, his swelling cock filling you up until he was completely drained. His heavy body collapsed on top of you and you smiled, embracing the safe feeling of his body on yours as you played with the long layers of his hair.

"I love you," he mumbled against your neck and your smile widened.

"I love you too."

Maybe your eternity in the fog wouldn't be so horrible after all.

Tag: @noodlecupcakes

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forthereaderinserts · 2 years

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Frank: Have you ever been arrested?

You: Yeah.

Frank: …I was going to flirt with you but now I’m curious. What did you get arrested for?

You: Aggravated assault.

#dbd imagines #dbd x reader #frank morrison x reader #dead by daylight imagines #dead by daylight x reader #incorrect x reader

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 1 year

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Wesker anon here! I hope you’re having a nice day/night! I saw you were asking for requests, so.. If its alright with you, how would Wesker react to a gender neutral reader who quite obviously has a crush on him? Like I mean.. full on blushing and constantly gets caught staring at him..

Albert Wesker's reaction to future s/o having an obvious crush on him:

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: mentions of manipulation.

I'm sorry if this sucks dear Wesker Anon. I hope you enjoy dear and happy holidays.

Albert is an highly observant guy given his background. It's highly likely that he knows that you're enamored with him earlier than most people.

If he's your captain, he will do little things to make you blush.

It could be his light touches on your skin while helping you while training, or him letting you do your paperwork in his office with him alone.

At first, the whole thing as a way for him to use you to benefit his own desires. Wesker tried to convince himself that for the longest time that he was only using your crush on him to have his way.

The other's notice how he acted around you and were quick to catch on that their captain does have a soft spot for the rookie.

You can bet that Jill and Chris would use his soft spot for you to prove their point that you're his favorite even though he says he has no favorites.

"You say you have no favorites but you tend to be awfully close to the rookie at training. You didn't do it for the others."

The whole charade would end with him confronting you in his office about how you act around him. Once you bashfully tell him that you had a crush on him, he would ask you out to dinner in the most cool and collected way.

If this is DBD! Wesker, things would be slightly different. He's still the same smug bastard than before.

Albert would know from the moment he saw the way you looked at him that you were attracted to him.

Your obvious attraction only fuels his ego more. He would show off even more when you're in the trial against him.

It could range from showing off how much more powerful he was via the uroboros all the way to how much larger and muscular he was (especially when he wears his S.T.A.R.S uniform)

It's basically anything to get you to blush and stumble with your words.

As the more trials the two of you end up playing in, the more that Wesker grows fond of you.

It would eventually end up with him sacrificing your other teammates while you get hatch.

No matter how often your teammates use you as their human shield, Wesker would always end up with catching them while you end up with a wound- he still has a job to do even though you're crushing on him.

The entity notices how the two of you interact with each other and would eventually set up a deal with Wesker about keeping you with him on his realm.

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deadbydangit · 7 months

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Hello I was wondering if you could do how The Killers would react to the reader being a very good painter if you haven't done it already if you decide to make it can you add The Knight The twins and The huntress please have a good day :)

I can do that. I'm just going to say a good artist. Sorry this took a while. Haven't felt like myself lately.

With an Artistic Reader

Knight, Twins, Huntress.

Knight

An artist you say?

It's a useless skill, but he won't say that out loud.

He's glad you have something you're passionate about; he just wished it was something more practical.

Like fighting or sword smith.

Tarhos never thinks outside of his duty as a knight.

And, while it may not be very useful skill, others seem to enjoy it.

As does he.

Sometimes he'll go through your sketchbook.

Picture of random things and people.

Many of him.

And he looks handsome and powerful.

The fact that you view him that way is endearing.

Painting, sculpting, drawing, you never cease to amaze him.

He really enjoys your paintings of landscapes.

Add a little bloody detail with freshly slaughtered bodies and he'll just adore it.

He'll even brag about you to others.

"Yes, my S/O is a talented artist. Their work is truly breathtaking."

He might even set you up a little gallery.

Many survivors are forced coming out to see your work.

"Many spectators for your gallery. I should expect nothing less than someone with your passion and talent."

Twins

Art?

They've seen lots of that.

Briefly.

When they're on the run in places like churches.

Because paintings and sculptures are associated with such a negative experience, they don't look upon it fondly.

What they were exposed to was rather vial.

All the paintings in the churches always showed someone suffering.

And they had seen enough suffering.

But yours is oddly relaxing.

Even happy!

They didn't think art could also make you feel better.

Charlotte likes when you paint landscapes.

It helps her see the lands she never got to see.

Victor likes sculptures of little animals.

Animals he would've never been able to meet.

They might even try to paint with you some time.

It's messy and Victor will be covered in paint.

Mainly because he was using his hands to paint.

Charlotte might get some in her hair.

When she's thinking, she has a habit of chewing on the back of the paintbrush.

But, they had fun.

And that's something they never got to do while they weren't in the realm.

It's something that gives them joy.

And, doing it with you?

It's more joy than they could ever hope for.

Huntress

Ohh! Draw a bunny now.

Okay okay! A turtle!

Now a bird!0

Upon learning that you were an artist she'll immediately request a billion drawings.

And I mean a billion.

You'll have to stop her and take a break.

You know she can't help it.

She loves everything you make.

Although fragile sculptures don't last very long around her, so you might want to hide those.

She doesn't mean to, she just doesn't realize her own strength.

While Anna had tried drawing and painting, she prefers sculpting.

To her, it's more wood work.

Making masks and new handles for her hatchets.

She never considered that art until you mentioned how amazing her work looked.

She'll feel super proud and make many more masks and handles.

So many that you'll run out of places to put them.

She's just so excited to share a hobby with you.

Something you two can do together; even if that means you don't actually talk to each other during the process.

Just being around you is perfect for her.

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rootsofdread · 24 days

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i will currently only be taking two slots. no it's not a lot, but this is my very first time taking commissions, and i'll be taking these on top of art commissions so i don't want to overwhelm myself. i hope you understand!! 🫶

read below if you're interested in buying from me! thank you in advance if you are. i really appreciate it.

so these will be writing commissions, of course, as this is my main writing blog. the price is $1.00 for every hundred words. so 100 words is $1.00, 200 is $2.00, so on and so forth...i will round the word count up or down depending on the tens place. so, for example, if the work is 583 words, i would round it up to 600, or if it was 729 words, i would round it down to 700. anything under 5 goes down, 5 and above goes up.

i currently only take c$shapp and v3nmo (i've heard that tumblr doesn't like those words, so they're censored), i apologize if that's an inconvenience.

it would not be possible to estimate word count prior to writing, so the price will be calculated after i write it, but i can try to make it on the shorter or longer side if you would prefer that.

if you would like more than one piece done, like say multiple parts or chapters, those will have to be made as separate commissions, as i am a slow writer and it would be easier for everyone involved if i did one thing for one person at a time.

i am willing to do pretty much everything i allow for requests, so please go over my request rules [found on my carrd!] before contacting me. there is also a little more info regarding these commissions there on a new tab i added, so i would recommend reading it (but it's not required if you read this whole post)! anything not found listed under will do/won't do is up for discussion.

you can also commission me for non-DBD things if you would like to! i am familiar with a variety of things, and even if i'm not familiar, i enjoy getting to know new characters. i will write for self inserts, OCs, canon characters, as well as ships involving all of those (even canon x canon or OC x OC!) from any type of media and genre as well.

examples of my imagines can be found on my masterlist, [found here], and i currently have one full fanfic posted to [my AO3].

contact me through DMs here, @rootsofdread, on my main, @jawsplitter, or on discord @jawsplitter if you are interested. even if you can't currently buy from me, i am happy to answer any questions or concerns you may have, even if you think it might be silly. thank you for taking the time to read this and i look forward to working with you!

#💀#dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dead by daylight imagines #dead by daylight x reader #dbd x you #dead by daylight x you #this is scheduled! i am asleep when it posts but don't hesitate to contact me if you want to!!#i will reblog my art commissions post here when i wake up for those interested in that #have a good day everyone thank you take care :-)

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smol-dragon · 3 months

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Frank Morrison x Reader (One-shot) Words: 385 Warnings: Possessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, implied kidnapping

yeah idk where this was going i was just typing stuff in between matches.

In his eyes, you two had everything.

You could see him whenever, never had to worry about the weight of the world ever again now that you were in the Fog- so why weren't you happy? Why did you talk about missing Ormond? He hated the vile feelings that would bubble in his chest whenever you got wistful, spoke so fondly of a place that did nothing but churn out battered and broken people. How could you not love this place like him? Like the others? It was heaven, a personal playground where they could do whatever they wanted whenever they pleased.

Sure, being on the 'killed' side of things wasn't the most ideal, but he at least tried to equal it out by sparing you, that had to count for something! It was almost like showing up to this place changed you, changed you for the worst.

You didn't echo his sentiments nearly as much, talked about showing empathy to people who didn't give a rats ass about him one way or another.

"I just want things to go back to the way they were, with you."

It had stung, hearing the person that claimed to love him not appreciate him in his rawest form, but at the same time you were never overly keen on his lifestyle. Would this have happened had the two of you not been swept up into the Entity's realm? Would you have betrayed him just the same?

Maybe you would've. And maybe, in that timeline, he would've cut ties with you and carried on, forgotten you even. But this wasn't then and he wasn't that person, couldn't be.

You had made a place for yourself in his heart, a place that dug into his very soul and sapped him of life; a muse for his art. He might've been fucked up, but as he approached the bonfire all too familiar to him, he knew he couldn't let you go. Even if your feelings were beginning to wane, he knew spending time with him and the rest of the Legion in the mockery of Ormond would change that, it had to.

He couldn't, wouldn't lose you, even if it meant stealing you all for himself when the trials didn't take you.

He would have you, one way or another.

#frank morrison x reader #the legion x reader #dead by daylight imagines #frank morrison imagines #the legion imagines #dbd #dead by daylight #frank morrison #the legion #dead by daylight x reader #gender neutral

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phonkscribes · 1 year

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I imagine Wesker not to be a good person, especially towards an experiment or some other piece of work he has to temper to his liking. Although, he’s the sort who puts his whole back into his projects, not caring if it’s taxing or moral even. In his hands you’re merely a tool needing refinement, and he will work arduously until you are made in the image of his perfection.

He's going to be handsy, and rough most of the time. One of the things he does the most is grip you by the jaw to angle your head to look into your eyes, to make sure they haven't dilated and are responsive to light while experimenting on you.

If you perform well, he might even reward you, and if you behave he'll be gentler. Wesker might ease up on his grip but he won't let go of you completely, a hand resting against your throat or arm to ensure you that if he wanted to, he could hurt you at any given moment.

He would compliment you the more he develops you, ghosting his touch against your skin with careful grace as you display what new attribute you've gained.

If your teeth had sharpened, or developed a longer tongue, he would fix your mouth to show him. His thumb gently pressing into your cheek as he peers into your gaping maw, the subtle hints of pride rising behind his gaze.

If you'd developed the ability to split your appendages or grow new ones, he would dare to hold them and feel up and down to probe and poke them.

"Excellent, just excellent...", he'd muse, grinning at your progress.

Of course, he may be acting sweet now, but do not think for a second that he won't turn to hurt you in the name of science. He will apologize after doing what he's done, but only after watching you heal and seeing to your quick recovery from his testing. You're important to him, even if he sees you as a stepping stool for his grand schemes.

If it's anyone else trying to run tests on you, he will grow impatient with them. He'd chastise them for not treating you properly, and especially if they hurt you by mistake. How dare they? Do they not know what you are, who you are? He will not have some low life defile what is his.

He would sooner usher them out of his lab or reprimand them there himself.

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airbendertendou · 1 year

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lonely heart ♡ danny johnson

soulmate au where the first time you have skin to skin contact, your body glows & is stamped w their handprint - it looks like a birthmark.

cw ; typical dbd warnings [blood n gore] ; reader offers ghostie a nude pic in exchange for freedom ; might b ooc but idc <3 ; how danny looks is up to you!

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

——♡——

The heat of the campfire brushes against your face, warming your skin just enough to forget the biting wind. Nancy is beside you, falling asleep where she sits, nodding her head forward before she snaps out of it. Across the fire, Feng is chatting idly with Dwight and Steve, Leon chiming in when he felt like it.

The bench-like-log you’re sitting on shifts as Nea takes a seat, letting out a huff as she settles. “It’s been quiet recently,” she says, “too quiet if you ask me.”

“I’m a little wary,” you agree. Your eyes scope the woods surrounding the survivors as if someone is going to pop out any second. They wouldn’t, though — the killers kept away from the light of the fire and never wandered any closer than they were allowed. “I wonder if something’s happened.”

Nea rolls her eyes, “we wouldn’t be so lucky.”

You grin at her pessimism, shoving her lightly with your left shoulder. Nea snickers as Nancy jumps awake once more, jolting in her sleep before yawning. A faded, gray fog settles over the camp and with it, five more survivors make their way around the campfire. You know what that means — a new trial is bound to start at any second.

Readying yourself, your muscles tense and your heart rate picks up, preparing to sprint when the time comes. A darkened, indigo-tinted fog wraps around you — it’s cold and loud as it grasps you from the campfire. You blink and then you’re in Haddonfield.

Taking in a deep breath, you shuffle quickly to the nearest generator. Feng smiles as she passes by you stealthily, clicking her flashlight at you a few times. The area is terrifyingly quiet — it must mean your killer this round is a watcher. You puff up your cheeks as you mis-wire something, moving away from the generator that’s popped.

A scream echoes in the distance — it sounds too close, so you take off.

Momentarily, you hide in a dusty bedroom. You peek from the walls, not spotting anyone other than the back of Leon’s bulletproof vest. Another look from the room — another scream hits the air.

Finding another generator was easy enough, but trying to stay hidden was a little more difficult. Your fingers curl and tug on wires, the smell of oil and burning wires hitting you the more you twiddle with them. Claudette hovers beside you, checking to see if you need any healing. Deeming you healthy, she flops to the other side of the generator.

“It’s Ghostface,” she breathes. Looking over her shoulder warily, she gulps as she looks back to you. “Already got Feng and Dwight. Only one gen’s done ; I’ve been hooked.”

You pause your wiring, confusion building up in you. “I haven’t even seen him yet.”

Claudette pauses too, looking over you with a furrowed eyebrow. “If we don’t make it, then win for us. Yeah?”

The generator pops with completion, lighting up for a second and exposing your location. You take off in the opposite direction Claudette did, hopping through a window and out through the backdoor. A flash of black catches your eye — your killer has finally shown himself.

You decide to buy everyone else some time. Hopefully, with a little distraction, a few more generator’s could be fixed.

Sneaking behind him, you let out a small “psst!” and wait for his attention to fall on you. He whips around, white mask greeting you. Walking towards a closet, you point to it a few times. Ghostface looks from the closet, to you, and back again. You wiggle your hand, insisting, “someone’s in there!”

Curiously, the closet door creaks open and Ghostface sees it’s empty. He turns to face you slowly and you’re already holding back giggles. A chase is pursued — something you struggle to do with all of your laughter. He swings his knife haphazardly, not really aiming at you, but not allowing you to get away with your joke either.

“Heheh—ah!” After a successful swing, a cut slashes across your arm. Blood seeps from it as you fall to the ground, laughter still spilling from your lips as you roll around. Ghostface shakes his head down at you — as if he’s disappointed in your joke — before he saunters off to find his next victim. You frown as your laughter comes to a stop, “well, now what?”

Another generator pops and you think this is it. We’re so close to going home — well, what you call home now. Letting out a sigh, you sit up and wrap your new cut with a bandage. You hear a squeal, then a scream. Seems our Ghostie is agitated now ; ready to get the trial over with.

Chills flow up your spine, a cold sweat breaking out on your forehead as the feeling of being watched overpowers you. That can’t be good. You stiffen, looking through the corner of your eyes without turning your head. Hopefully, you’ll see him with your peripheral vision if he’s near. Otherwise— you didn’t want to think of the other option.

Sneakily, you tip-toe into a nearby house, hoping to wait out the feeling. But, you know you won’t. One thing about Ghostface is once his eyes are set on you, you’re not escaping. A noise catches your attention in the silence — the sound of a latch unlocking.

The hatch — you must be the only one left.

Your breath catches in your throat as you creep along the street, keeping an eye out for the hatch. You see it — it’s right in your sights and your heart rate picks up. Shaky breaths escape your parted lips as you glance around the empty street. Coast is clear — time to make a run for it.

Until a white mask phases in out of nowhere, directly on the other side of the hatch.

“Oh, come on,” you whine. Ghostface tilts his head at you, waving his knife teasingly. Your arm stings with the shine of it, bandage now being colored a deep red. “I’m so close to ending this!” He continues to stare your way silently. “Don’t you think this is a little unfair?”

“That’s the game, doll.” You’ve never heard him speak before now. A static-y, modulated voice isn’t what you expect to hear. He creeps closer, no longer directly across from you. “That’s what makes this fun.”

You purse your lips, fingers knotting together at the edge of your edge. “Okay, how about this? You let me take hatch, and I’ll let you take a shirtless picture of me. My face isn’t allowed to be in it, though!”

Ghostface bounced where he stood, an excited giggle echoing in his mask as he immediately agreed. Puffing up your cheeks, you let out a breath before nodding to yourself in encouragement. A polaroid camera has replaced the blood-soaked knife in his hand — even with the weapon gone from sight, dread flushes through you.

“Okay,” you say to yourself, “this is no big deal.”

Without another thought, your fingers clench the end of your shirt and raise it to cover your face. Your skin prickles with the wind, goosebumps raising at the new sensation. With bated breath, you wait to hear the shutter go off — a click, another giggle, the hatch closing ; anything. All that’s there is silence.

And then a leather glove is wrapped around your wrist.

Jumping at the sudden touch, your shirt falls back into place as you take a step back. Only a sliver of skin is free from the glove — just enough for his skin to brush against yours.

A golden sheen takes over you, settling where your bodies meet. In a panic induced state, you’re pushed to the ground as Ghostface hovers over top of you. Shaky, shallow breaths hit his mask as his camera is settled to the right of your head. Slowly, he peels a glove off and reaches for you.

Where his now bare hand meets, a light follows. Right on your wrist, the shape of his fingers is imprinted forever, as if it were a birthmark you were born with. It was supposed to be a myth — a tale shared between hopeless romantic’s. Soulmates weren’t supposed to actually exist.

Except, yours apparently did. In a realm you couldn’t escape ; killing you and your fellow survivors on a continuous loop. You were stuck there — stuck with a murderer as your soulmate until forevermore.

Ruffled hair is exposed to the wind as Ghostface unmasks himself, his pupils practically hearts as he stares down at you. His eyes search your face, never settling on one particular spot as he drinks you in entirely. You feel as he lets out a breath ; feel his shoulders sag with some kind of relief as he grabs one of your hands. He leads it to his face and lets out another sigh when his skin glows, the shape of your hand left on the left side of his face.

“Mine,” his voice is soft. You can’t stop looking at him — can’t stop staring at your hand that’s been imprinted onto his cheek. “You’re all mine. Made just for me.”

You can’t tell if the feeling swelling inside of you is dread or excitement. But, you let him pull you closer anyways ; allow him to hug you as he pleases. This could come in handy, after all. Maybe.

——♡—— lets ignore that valentines day is over already teehee <3 i hope my version of ghostie is okay, idk how well i write him </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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d34dg1rl5 · 2 months

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Hi! New follower here!

I don’t really know what you write for but I thought I’d ‘shoot my shot’! 😂

Do you think you could write ✨something✨ for a dbd? Like the killers (or at least Ghostface because I love him lol) meeting a new member who completely dominates the maps?

Like he/she/they/we know our way around the maps, know how to get away and even mess with the killers before getting away to safety.

(I’m basing this idea like a former player of the game just spawning into a game in the entity’s realm and just enjoying the whole experience, even if the occasional ✨hit✨ is unavoidable)

If not I completely understand, keep up the good work!! ❤️

Hello! I am so sorry for not seeing this earlier! Of course I can do this, I added some other killers to it too, I hope you like it!

Danny Johnson (Ghostface)

💀 You think you dominate the maps? Yeah, you might. But he knows them the best.

💀 You navigate through the maps, knowing them better than your own house. But suddenly Danny jumps out from around the corner.

💀 "Did you really think I didn't study those maps all these years I've been here? How cute!" He aims for your chest but you manage to dodge his attack, earning a cut across your arm.

💀 "Shit-" You run as fast as you can knowing your way around the MacMillan Estate. Now someone just needs to open that stupid exit gate, so you all can escape! Danny hasn't even killed one yet, what is up with him today?

💀 The siren blares and the timer starts to run down. Quickly you make your way across the map and finally reach the opened exit gate, the way to freedom - for now.

💀 Just as you want to get to the sweet exit gate, Danny suddenly jumps out from behind a bush, tackling you down. You're now laying on your back, Danny is sitting on your stomach.

💀 You can't see it but he is grinning behind his mask. "Not so snarky now, are we?" He puts his knife to your cheek, slowly digging the sharp blade to it, drawing blood.

💀 "Goodbye, toots. You gotta study a little bit more if you want to handle me!" With that, he plunges his knife into your chest multiple times. Just before everything goes black he lifts his mask a little above his mouth, pressing a little kiss to your cheek. "See you!~"

Frank Morrison (Legion)

🎭 Frank gets tired after a few minutes of chasing you around the Yamaoka Estate. How the hell are you even that good?!

🎭 He gives up and just lets you run away. But this made you turn and look at him. "What? Are you tired?" You giggle waiting for his reaction.

🎭 Frank angrily turns towards you, gripping his knife tightly in his hand. "Shut the fuck up, you asshole! Just fucking get lost! You should be grateful that I'm not killing you on the spot!"

🎭 You shake your head. "I'm just too good at looping you. You're too slow."

🎭 Frank grunts and suddenly goes into frenzy mode. He lunges forward but you quickly loop him again, making him yell in frustration.

🎭 "I will fucking get you next time, twat!" He angrily walks off, not bother to chase you again for the remaining trial.

Max Thompson Jr. (Hillbilly)

⚒️ Max is angry. And sad. And frustrated. And doubts his abilities as a killer. Just because of you!

⚒️ As soon as he sees you're in a trial with him, he ignores you completely. He won't give in to the annoying clicking sounds of your flashlight or to you hopping in and out of a locker to make him come to you.

⚒️ You know your way around every map imaginable. Even when he's tunneling you it's a rare occasion when he actually lands a hit.

⚒️ Like I said, he starts to ignore you. He doesn't care if he displeases the Entity by not sacrificing you. He'd rather be punished than to put up with you looping him the whole time and dropping pallets on his head (his head already hurts!).

⚒️ If he sees you at the exit gates, he SOMETIMES tries a chainsaw attack but you dodge it as always.

⚒️ He's trying his best, but you're just way too good.

Me re-reading this realizing it's so bad because I didn't write a fanfiction in AGES:

Also. I am now part of the CoD community. Ghost and König got my heart. And Soap too. Oh my god, did y'all know how König is austrian?? It's so funny because I'm austrian too?? Like whaaaaaat. Anyways, feel free to send asks, inbox is open! Love youuuu ❤️✨

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r3dkn0ts · 10 months

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I wanted to start something on my own ( the ask box is open pls send requests I am bored ) and got inspired reading some prompts, so here's the DBD Killers' reactions to getting horribly flirted with! Including some of my own pick-up lines because I'm bad at flirting

Badly Flirting with The DBD Killers: Part 1 Featuring Evan MacMillan, Philip Ojomo, and Max Thompson Jr.

Themes: GN!Reader being cringe, an attempt at comedy, slight fluff, and implied smut Warnings: Canon-typical violence

The Trapper / Evan MacMillan - You got cornered while injured with no other survivors nearby. Shit. Might as well give it a shot, right? - "Hey, are you a hundred dollar bill on the ground? Because I'd pick you up and spend every bit of you immediately." - Your voice was wavering as you said it, even though you tried to look as nonchalant as possible. - Evan's loud puffing behind his mask made the silence even more deafening. Was he gonna mori you now? Probably. - "Nice try", was the only thing he said in his rough accent before swiftly downing you and putting you on a sacrificial hook. - He definitely wasn't going to admit that your pick-up line made him chuckle a bit inside of his head, or that it made you look cute. - He couldn't stop thinking about that for a while.

The Wraith / Philip Ojomo - Trapped in a corner in the garage at Gas Heaven, your friend Ace had dared you to finally confront The Wraith about how you felt the next time you met him in a trial, even supplying you with a pick-up line. - You certainly weren't one to back down from a challenge! This was stupid. - "Are you a fine wine? Because I'd love to taste you." - Philip stared down at you blankly, darting his stark white eyes between the concrete floor and your face. - Had you actually flustered him? Body language was all you really had to go off of, and the fingers on his right hand were twitching. - Before you knew it, he rang his bell to cloak and darted out of the building, leaving you alone in the cold garage. - Did you offend him? What if he's already in a relationship? Ah fuck, you didn't think of that. - You didn't know it, but he watched you run out of the exit gate, cloaked. You didn't even see him for the rest of the trial. He was too embarrassed to face you any time soon. - Much to his surprise, that was the first time he had ever gotten physically aroused after being taken into the fog. He had business to take care of after you left.

The Hillbilly / Max Thompson Jr. - The three other survivors were sacrificed. You thought you were about to get chainsawed in half, but he stopped revving when you looked like you were about to say something to him. He was curious. - "Hey, if you were a vegetable, you'd be a cute-cumber!" - Your comment made him tilt his head to the side like a confused puppy and lower his chainsaw. Did you just compliment him? Why? - His second assumption was that someone had dared you to compliment him as a joke. He was always the butt of the joke, so why would anyone actually compliment him? He's hideous! - You noticed him getting caught up in his head, so you took a chance and gently placed a hand on the deformed flesh of his arm. He flinched a bit and looked back down at you. - "Are you okay? I really did mean that. I think you're cute." - Max simply stared at you in silence. He was really, really confused. Were you serious? You sounded serious. - He looked back down at the hand you still had on his arm. You went to take it back, scared he was angry, but he grabbed your wrist as you did and pulled your smaller hand into his. - For a moment, he just looked at your hand. Your skin felt so nice against his. He had never felt someone touch him unless it was meant to hurt him. He liked this new feeling. - For once, Max felt himself smiling. He knew he had to let you go, though. So he let you leave through the hatch after you promised him you'd visit him later.

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fandom-go-round · 2 years

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LETS GO, but could I request something for dead by daylight then? Maybe Ghostface, Trapper and Wesker. Maybe they see another survivor getting too close with their s/o and they end up getting jealous👀 + nsfw?

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Jealous Sex, Chasing, Canon Typical Violence, Character Death, Implied Blood Kink, Predator/Prey Kink, Chase Kink, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Fucking in Front of Others, Bondage, Edging

Ghostface:

He’s a jealous one by nature so it doesn’t take much to get Ghostface riled up. Other survivors talking to you for too long can set him off but this takes the cake. That person had touched you! Touched you! Of all people! Oh Danny was ready to see blood pour and he doesn’t know who’s he wants to see more.

The decision is made for him when he catches you first, pinning you against the wall. The teasing comment on your lips dies when you see how intense he is. There isn’t a lot of time to react before he has you on the ground, knees bruised and mouth wide open.

Ghostface isn’t gentle as he forces his cock into your mouth, groaning as you choke around him. He doesn’t wait and can’t help but move faster when you look up at him with tears in your eyes. He’s not going to let you go until you’re begging for him. No matter how long it takes.

Trapper:

Evan is harder to get jealous, mostly because he’s confident that you would never go for anyone else. That doesn’t stop other people from thinking that you’re interesting, getting too close and being too friendly. He only usually finds about out it later; he wonders if you’re just oblivious or if you do it on purpose.

No one is going to forget now of course. He has you pinned to the basement floor, pants yanked down right below your ass as he pushes into you. You’re wailing into the floor but pushing closer to him, arching your back and being so good. The person who was flirting with you is shocked, dangling from a hook above you. They’re face is a mixture of horror and shock, trying to figure out if they’re turned on or sick.

Trapper doesn’t care, especially as you beg him to go faster. His dark chuckles fill the room as he speeds up, the slap of skin-on-skin echoing. His eyes are locked on the other survivor, watching as they don’t fight the Entity off. They’re taken with little fanfare, and he groans, leaning over you and slamming into you hard. He admires the way his fingers leave blood on your sides and grinds harder; he’s determined to get you both off before the hunt begins again.

Wesker:

He hates it when other people touch his things, especially when he’s made is abundantly clear that you belong to him. The number of marks on your skin should speak for themselves but apparently those dull people with you aren’t smart enough to understand. Part of him wants to rip them apart, teach them a lesson in a way they won’t forget. The other part of him thinks that this is much more fun.

Wesker admires the way your body bends for him, arms and legs lied to the wall behind you. Your legs are wide open and there’s no way you can escape, not that you want to. You’re completely exposed for him and he’s going to take full advantage of it. His gloves are stuffed in your mouth and your hard breathing is music to his ears.

He wants you to be desperate for him. He wants you to burn for him, ache so badly you want him to consume you. He’s getting closer now; you’ve been edged three times already and are starting to shake, body pulling against the ropes to get closer to him. He chuckles and licks his fingers, finally pulling his pants down. He’s going to ruin you and you’re going to beg for him.

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