#vittorio toscano x reader

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Dbd Surv General NSFW

Requested: Yes! [helloooo!! love your work!! since requests are open i think may i ask for some general headcanons about Dwight and Leon during sex? (favorite positions, if they're loud or quiet, etc, whatever you wanna throw in) :3 <3 (also not necessary but if you want to throw vittorio in here and give him some too that is totally 100% fine...... heh)]

Warnings: ✨spice✨, Dwight and Leon are subs, some feminine clothing (mentions of princessy clothes and high heels) but reader gender not specified,

Dwight

Favorite position: usually whatever position has you on top of him.

But if he has to pick one than you sitting on his lap, your arms cradling the back of head, holding him close to your chest as he gently rocks up into you.

For volume, he’s generally pretty average, leaning a bit towards the quiet side.

This is also partly because he’s usually got his face against your skin, trying to muffle his needy sounds

Some Kinks:

Light Dom/Sub

Dwight likes to be submissive but it’s not necessary for his sexual pleasure. That being said, it really gets him going when someone is willing to take the lead or tell him what to do.

Oral

Dwight LOVES oral. He’s more of a receiver than a giver, but he certainly doesn’t mind giving. His favorite oral position is probably the giver kneeling, with the receiver’s standing and leaning back on a wall.

Aesthetics

Dwight adores a solid aesthetic. Doesn’t exactly matter what the aesthetic is. Goth? Loves it. Princessy? Loves it. Even if it’s just a certain color aesthetic, he loves it. He does have a particular fondness for business aesthetics or other strong leader like roles though.

High 👏 Heels 👏

Put high heels on and watch this man’s brain B R E A K. Literally incapable of coherent thought. It’s like you hypnotized him. You could ask him to do anything in that moment and he’d do it. He’s absolutely helpless. If you wanted to torture him a bit, run the heel up his cock or down his chest. He will make such pretty noises if you do.

Leon (Dbd/Re2)

Favorite position: something intimate and close.

Missionary is nice but he prefers to be spooning you, both of you on your sides as he thrusts into you from behind.

For volume, Average leaning into the loud zone.

I mean, have you HEARD his Dbd whimpers? That’s just how he sounds in bed, maybe a bit quieter.

Some kinks:

Hair Pulling

Pull his pretty hair. Do it. He’s weak to it. His ultimate favorite thing is him kneeling before you and you using your grip on his hair to yank his head back. He will cum from this.

Edging

Leon is a whimpering writhing mess if you edge him, bordering on tears after only a few times. But despite how hard it is for him, his best orgasms happen while being edged.

PRAISE

Tell him how good he is for you. How well he’s doing. Tell him that he’s making you feel so good. He just becomes this little puppy, so eager to please.

Spanking

Leon likes to be spanked. Even if it’s just a few smacks to his ass or thighs in particular. He doesn’t like it too hard, but he’s really just willing to take whatever you want to give him.

Vittorio

Favorite position: Whatever has you both on somewhat equal ground

He likes holding you up against a wall, your legs around his waist, foreheads touching as he plows up into you.

For Volume, he’s around about average.

More of a grunter than a moaner, unlike Dwight and Leon.

Some kinks:

Body Worship

Vittorio strikes me as the type of person that can’t help but marvel at the beauty of human bodies, and especially at the body of someone he loves. He wants to worship you, treat you like the god he thinks you are.

Angry sex

For as much of a pacifist as Vittorio is, he loathes to admit that arguing with his partner is something that gets him going easily. Not to mention that Vittorio is naturally more attracted to people who are stubborn or more engaged with their anger. (A case of opposites attract)

Piercings

To be more specific, he loves nipple piercings. The first time he ever saw them, his brain just shut down completely. Over time he learned that he enjoyed other piercings as well, such as lip piercings (he loves the feel of the metal when he kisses you)

Light Masochism-ish

Vittorio loves the feeling of pain when your nails scrape down his back, breaking skin. Or when you bite a little too hard and he starts to bleed. Things of that nature just get him going.

#dbd #dead by daylight #dwight fairfield #dwight fairfield x reader #leon s. kennedy #leon s. kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #vittorio toscano #Vittorio Toscano x reader #resident evil

[theres-a-body-here]

Male survivors with Creep!reader (part 1)

The wolf-masked creep makes their rounds around the realm

Dwight Fairfield

Hates going against you in trials

You seem to always know where he is

More than once has Dwight been working on a gen when he notices you simply watching from afar with your camcorder recording him

He hates the breathing you make behind the wolf mask

It's not labored breathing

Dwight feels a pit in his stomach when he realizes it's heavy breathing one makes when aroused

He's certain you do it on purpose to mess with him

You love this nervous bundle of anxiety

He's so cute when he's focused on them gens

You almost feel bad about hurting him

Almost

Chases with you are long, even when they shouldn't be

There are moments when Dwight is certain you'll swing your whip at him, only to feel nothing

You love chasing him, so much so that you'll draw out the chases for as long as you can

You only swing when you're sure his guard is dropped, leaving zero time for Dwight to prepare for the pain

Dwight thinks you're even scarier when he's hurt

The weight of dread settled heavily in Dwight's chest as he felt hot breaths on his neck. You were closing in fast, relishing every moment of your hunt. All Dwight could do was run toward what little hope he had left - the killer shack.

As he stumbled into safety, gasping for breath and feeling like vomiting from both exhaustion and fear, your voice echoed around him.

"You make such cute noises when you're in pain, my lambkin," you purred from behind your wolf mask, leaving no doubt about your true intentions.

Terror coursed through Dwight's veins at those words, making him feel dirty and violated even without any physical touch...yet.

David King

Hates you, and you hate him

You hate him so much you refuse to record him

You feel a bit less hateful when he's shirtless in trials

But just barely

You like to sneak up on him while he's doing gens

You get really close behind him

It's only when David can feel the snout of your wolf mask pressing against the back of his head that he realizes he was too focused on the gen

"you're a bit daft innit?" you'd say while trying to hold back a snicker

David would insult you all the way as you carried him on your shoulder

"Oi, don't think for a second we sound like that, you arsehole!"

After hooking him, David always makes an attempt to kick you in the face

He's only sometimes successful

You made it your personal mission to tunnel him out of every one of your trials if he's present

In turn, David has made it his personal mission to deny you the satisfaction of hurting others

He always manages to body-block your whip swings before it manages to hit their intended target

It's like he waits for the moment to fuck you over

With unyielding resolve, David positions himself behind Nancy, using his own body as a shield against your whip's strike. Despite the searing pain that courses through his back, he remains steadfast, fueled by the gratifying sound of your frustration.

The grunts and growls of frustration that escape you are a testament to his success in obstructing your goals.

"Fook off, you bloody wanker," David retorts, unfazed by the discomfort as long as he can provoke those telltale noises of anger from you.

For him, the symphony of your irritation is a victory in itself, worth enduring the physical discomfort he's inflicted upon himself.

Vittorio Toscano

Like most of the other survivors, Vittorio doesn't like you

But you sure as hell like him

You've made it clear during trials with him

The other survivors love and hate having Vittorio as a trial mate when going against you

For one reason and one reason only

You would absolutely throw the match just to record him all trial

Chases with him lasted a long time

Sometimes they lasted 5 gens

The other survivors took this as an easy win, even if they were reluctant to let Vittorio deal with you alone

It took lots of reassuring from him to make them stick to gens as you had your attention on him

You always chased him with your eye on your camcorder's viewfinder. Even if it made you slower

"This is definitely going in my daddy compilation"

You went absolutely insane when Vittorio arrives to a trial in his shirtless outfit

Vittorio swears he heard you softly moan under your mask when you saw him

Cue a long and agonizing chase

you eventually catch him

You left him slugged as you recorded with your camcorder

You made sure to get every angle of his aged body

Vittorio felt absolutely disgusted as he hears you breathing heavy

But as long as you're here and not hurting the others, he can bear with it

It doesn't help that you make such vile comments as you record him on the ground

"I'll be rewatching this later for a while," you begin, your voice dripping with arousal, "I wonder how many times I'll cu-."

His mind recoils, cutting off your words as he clenches his eyes shut. The thought of what you were about to say is too repulsive to bear, and he desperately tries to shut out your presence, focusing on whatever fragment of mental solace he can muster.

Masterlist here

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #vittorio toscano #dwight fairfield #david king #david king x reader #vittorio toscano x reader #Dwight fairfield x reader #killer!reader #survivors x reader #vittorio x reader #Dwight x reader #David x reader #Creep!reader

[foxigemini]

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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[rootsofdread]

Hii, hope you're having a wonderful day :)

Was a bit conflicted about sending more requests at first, but heck it. Hope it's not causing you any trouble <3

I'd like to see Jane, Ace, Vittorio, Jonah and Ghostface with a survivor who just seems to recognise every single other survivor and a healthy chunk of killers (probably more modern ones), holds some of their personal information, but never tells anything valuable about themselves, basically treating everyone either like some micro-celebs or their friends :D

Have been thinking about this for quite some time, and it never ceases to make me giggle.

🦞 istillloveyoualotbtw

as of filling this request, i am having a wonderful night! things have been a lot better for me recently :-) and you didn't cause any trouble at all sending so many, it made me very happy, in fact!! so i hope you didn't feel too bad about it, love your enthusiasm <333

Ace Visconti:

Ace figured, one day, he’d be a well-known celebrity for his gambling prowess. Though, he never did think it would be in some kind of alternate hell dimension…well, beggars can’t be choosers! He’s ecstatic every time you wave to him from afar, and even more so when you run up to excitedly talk to him like he’s some kind of a movie star. Sometimes, he thinks you may even ask him for an autograph…but he knows that won’t happen. 

He’s often curious about your life, though he does enjoy being the center of your attention, but he just can’t help but wonder what you were up to prior to being taken by the fog. He has bets running with a couple of the other survivors about what you did for a living, but none of them have been able to find out who has the right bet. 

Sometimes, he’ll try to weasel the information out of you by asking about more insignificant things: did you have any pets? What’s your favorite color, favorite food? He hasn’t gotten anything out of you yet, but he’s sure one day he’ll get some crumbs of information that’ll win him several rare items.

Jane Romero:

Jane had been recognized by a few of the other survivors; which she had expected, her television show had been quite popular, and she imagined the ratings must’ve skyrocketed once she died. She liked to think of meeting fans in the fog as a positive. In the world before, she never really would’ve had a chance to get to know anyone who knew her, but here, you all kind of have to get to know each other. She prides herself on being friendly with every survivor, including you, and you seem to be her biggest fan.

She’s flattered, of course. Sometimes it may feel strange knowing someone knows so much about her, but she also finds some sort of sweetness in it; you’ve devoted a lot of time to getting to know her when she knew nothing about you. She frequently tries to strike up conversation about you, telling you she’d like to get to know her biggest fan. It always surprises her when you assure her that you aren’t very interesting, and change the subject.

She tries to ask other survivors if they know anything about you, because she notices you being friendly with a lot of them. She’s similarly surprised to find out nobody else knows a thing about you, either. She figures you must be hiding something about your past that you aren’t proud of, and she decides to get to the bottom of it to help you. But she knows that’ll take a while…

Jonah Vasquez:

Jonah didn’t imagine he’d ever be known for the kind of work he did. In fact, the first few times you eagerly approached him, he was a little suspicious of how exactly you knew him. He eventually figured he must’ve been publicly recognized somehow after his apparent death, because you didn’t seem like the type to know government secrets. So he began to relax a little and was more open with you, and was even happy to share things you weren’t privy to.

By nature — or instinct, even — he wants to find out more about you. He’s subtle about it at first, sneaking in a what about you, every so often when you ask him a question. You usually ignore it. He resigns to the fact he needs to be more upfront asking you about yourself, directly asking you what you used to do for a living, what your hobbies were, your family. You’re a better secret-keeper than even he was, in his time.

On his own time, outside of trials, he tries investigating you. Inspecting items you happened to leave behind, tailing you and seeing how you behave with other survivors. Nothing has given him any leads, yet, but he knows himself and he knows he’ll get to the bottom of you somehow.

Vittorio Toscano:

Vittorio was utterly confused when you approached him, saying you knew him and couldn’t believe you’re meeting him. When you told him you’d read about his discoveries in old tomes, he couldn’t believe he’d been written about. Someone took the time to chronicle what he’d done for the world…and someone else in a completely different time to his own read about him. He’s blown away. He’s touched knowing his discoveries had reached someone else.

He tends to be more curious about what modern people know about the arcane, and he usually asks you about that. He does attempt to ask you about yourself, too, deeply curious about what time has changed for everyone else. You won’t talk about yourself, but you seem happy to tell him everything else. He wonders why you almost refuse to speak about your past…

Himself, he’s quite open about what he did and what happened in his time. He knows other survivors aren’t quite as talkative, or they hide or shade certain things about themselves. He knows it isn’t as easy to talk about yourself…but he hopes one day you’ll open up to him. Until then, he’ll keep trying.

Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:

Danny is instantly flattered when you come up to him discussing him and his past crimes. He knew there were people that followed his activities closely, but to be honest, he never thought he’d meet one of them after he’d been taken into the fog. He’s actually surprised by how much you knew about him; he was quite certain nothing substantial ever made it to the news…but oh well, he has a fan now. He notices you’re strangely chummy with some of the other killers, too, but what’s important is you always come back to him.

When he starts getting more attached to you, he tries to find out things about you, too. Important questions and unimportant questions alike get brushed off by you, but he figures you must just be being safe by not sharing anything about yourself. Realistically, those self-preservation skills should’ve kicked in long before you decided to talk to him…

You know what happens next. He starts following you around and watching you, notepad at the ready, seeing what he can find out by spying on you with others and when you’re by yourself. He’s patient. Even if doing this doesn’t amount to anything right now, he knows it will at some point.

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[mr-bas00nist]

Discoveries

Vittorio x Male Reader

Summary: After accidentally killing on Fabrizo’s students,Vittorio gets sent to his uncles place.

Cw- Blood and death

Vittorio breathes in sharply washing his hands continuously in the scalding water. He had just killed a man. Whether it was an accident or on purpose he died because of Vittorio.

Vittorio keeps washing his hands trying to get the non-existent blood off of them.

He felt like his whole body needed to be dumbed in bleach to get the metaphorical grime off of him. After a few more washes he examines his now dry hands.

He still could see blood in his mind. When he looked into the mirror all he could see was a bloodied murderer. Himself.

Vittorio heard a knock on his door. He turns around to see his mother walking inside. “Si Mamma?” Yes mom? Vittorio manages to speak without any shakiness in his voice.

“tuo padre ha bisogno di parlarti.” Your father needs to talk to you. Vittorio pauses for a moment. He sighs nodding.

After Vittorio finishes in the shower he quickly gets dressed heading downstairs to get an earful from his father. He stops in the dining hall awaiting for his father to recognize his presence.

His fathers gaze switches to him. “Vittorio, Fabrizio dice che adesso ti rifiuti di prendere un'arma è così?” Vittorio, Fabrizio says that you now refuse to pick up a weapon is that so?

“si padre.” Yes father. Vittorio quickly answers not meeting his fathers harsh gaze. “e perché?” And why is that?. “sono stato coinvolto nella morte di un altro allievo di Fabrizio. quando si stava precipitando verso di me cadde sul suo pugnale.” i was involved in the death of another student of Fabrizio's. when he was rushing at me he fell on his dagger.

His father roles his eyes. “Vittorio che è stato un incidente, hai fatto quello che dovevi fare.” Vittorio that was an accident, you did what you had to do. Vittorio grits his teeth.

“quello che dovevo fare,” what I had to do Vittorio mocks. “non volevo allenarmi in primo luogo!” i didn't want to train in the first place!

His father slams his hands on the table walking to Vittorio. “Non me ne frega un cazzo di quello che vuoi, non parlarmi mai così MAI più!” I don't give a fuck what you want, do not ever speak to me like that EVER again!

Vittorio simply just glares at his Father. “Perché non puoi essere come i tuoi fratelli?” Why cant you be like your brothers? His father asks. Vittorio scoffs. “perché non sono loro.” Because I’m not them.

Albert laughs. “Bene, vuoi essere così? essere mio ospite! sei fuori Vittorio!” Fine, you wanna be like that? be my guest! your out Vittorio. Caterina’s eyes go wide as she runs to Albert trying to convince him not to send Vittorio away. Vittorio glares at his father before waking to his room to pack up.

Vittorio angrily begins taking stuff out his room and putting it in a bag. He mumbles to himself about his ‘stupid father’ and ‘perfect brothers.’ Vittorio sighs looking at his packed bag making sure he’s got everything he needs.

Once he’s all done he walks down the grand staircase meeting his fathers gaze. He sees his mother still begging his father to not kick him out. He also turns his head to the left seeing his older brothers standing there with an unreadable emotion on their faces.

“Non lasciare che la porta ti colpisca mentre esci.” Do not let the door hit you on the way out. Vittorio scowls at his father. His mother rushes to him hugging him while crying. Vittorio tells her it’ll be alright to which she nods at him sorrowfully. “fuori ora.” out now his father speaks.

Vittorio gives one last look before walking out the doors. Uncle Renzo’s guards quickly picked Vittorio up escorting him to Renzo’s. When they get back Vittorio looks around with an amazed look on his face.

Bookshelves beyond belief, a giant fireplace to keep warm and comfortable leather couches. Vittorio sat down on one of the couches waiting for his uncle. “Vittorio, how are you?” His uncle smiles with an interested look on his face.

He sits down next to Vittorio looking at the young man. “quanto posso essere bravo?” Renzo sighs. “English Vittorio it’s been years since I’ve spoken Italian.” Vittorio snickers. “Respectfully uncle Renzo, how good can I be?” Renzo laughs.

“Im not sure but it’s common courtesy to ask. So your father kicked you out?” Vittorio nods. “How come?” Renzo asks curiously. “Because I refused to pick up a sword after I killed a man.” Vittorio states not meeting Renzo’s gaze.

“Fabrizio made one of his men attack me, i refused to fight him so I dodged him. He impaled himself with the knife. He bled out in a few seconds.”

“Vittorio, that is not your fault if anything it is Fabrizio’s fault. He should not have sent a boy to battle you.” Vittorio refuses to meet his gaze as he tears up a little. “But I will not pester you about it any longer.” Renzo smiles.

“Uncle Renzo, father said you do not battle yourself either. Is that true?” Renzo smiles brightly. “I prefer the pacifist route, war solves nothing.” Vittorio nods agreeing.

“I bury myself in the secrets of the world, discoveries and expeditions are my passion not blood and murder.”

For the first time since forever Vittorio never felt so understood. It was not common to find someone who wasn’t obsessed with blood and guts. It broke Vittorio’s heart to see people who thought that was how the world worked and would always work.

They sit in silence for a moment until Renzo speaks. “Vittorio would you like to accompany me on a journey one day?” Vittorio looked up at Renzo’s soft gaze. He nods with a smile. Renzo sighs with relief. “I’m glad to have someone with the same ideals of me. Especially someone so close.”

Vittorio and Renzo’s eyes were locked with each other before a guard broke there conversation up. “Sir one of the military leaders would like to speak to you.” They say. “Is that so? Alright than. Vittorio, I’ll be back please make yourself comfortable.”

Vittorio nods watching his uncle walk out the grand estate with a guard. Vittorio sighs walking around the living room. He looked through the numerous bookshelves dragging his finger across each book. He stops at a book taking it out.

Vittorio tilts his head looking at it with intrigue. ‘Lapis Paradisus.’ He sighs taking the book to the couch and beginning to read it. He looks at the cover over curiously. It was navy blue with a rough texture bounded by a gold spine.

He begins reading obviously interested in the book. He continues reading it getting more and more interested by the book by the second. He continues reading throughout the night taking book after book after book. By the time he was done he had 10 books stacked beside him.

Exhaustion finally catches up to Vittorio and he falls asleep on the luxurious couch.

Renzo later walks in with his guards to see Vittorio passed out on the couch. Renzo laughs walking up to Vittorio but the books catch his eyes. These were his expedition plans? Each one had notes in it that he knew Vittorio wrote based on the Italian.

His uncle reads them curiously as a smile creeps up on his face. “He’s perfect for this.”

#vittorio toscano #vittorio toscano x reader #vittorio toscano x male reader #dbd x reader #dbd x male reader

[bigboipyromaniac]

request for Vittorio from Dead by Daylight

I honestly don’t have many ideas in mind, I’m just really into Vittorio.

Maybe sneaking kisses during trials (fluff)

or reader takings hit for Vittorio and dying during trial. Or perhaps they knew each other outside of the entity’s realm (they wandered the fog together) and he sees reader get sacrificed on the hook for the first time and he’s distraught thinking readers dead.

Anything would be appreciated. Thank you for your time~ 🌹

THIS IS A LITTLE SHORT BUT IM PLANNING ON DOING THE OTHER STORIES CAUSE I LIKE IT:)

TW: harassment (?)

The trials have begun once again.

The entity has decided to land you in Raccoon Police Department, you made your way to the east side office to find a gen and hope to finish it before the killer chases you

You were working on the gen before you heard some clothes rustle, you looked behind you and found a Ghostface stalking you, and before you know it, he had managed to get a hit on you. You were lucky that he didn't manage to grab you off the gen. You ran far away while dropping pallets hoping that he would leave you alone but after a few minutes, he left you to find other victims.

In the distance, you can hear someone working on the gen, you quietly ran to whoever it was, finding it to be Vittorio! He could have heard you from a mile away. He looked over at you and grinned, and he started healing you. "you must have done something to this killer for him to find you first" you sighed, "he's just a creep, been targeting me and making weird comments since I've gotten here" You were understandably tired of it, nothing much you can do here but to just run and ignore him.

Vittorio was the only one that noticed it and started to try and help you in trial, whenever that would be taking hits for you, or unhooking you when your teammates are too scared to go in.

once he was finished healing you, you both got onto the gen finishing too, while looking around trying to find the gen and the killer just in case he spots you, a certain someone had a great idea while you were distracted,

Turning around to tell Vittorio the plan that you have come up with, you felt his hand on your face, he pulled you closer and gave you a quick kiss. You didn't have time to process what just happened so you just stood there asking yourself if he just did that

He just gave you a dumb smile that he always gives you. "come on let's finish this trial and if we both escape, I can give you more than a kiss." he grabbed your hand and ran together to another gen

Let's say he did keep his word :]

#vittorio toscano x reader #vittorio toscano #dbd #writing #tw harassment #smooch

[jaksfanficsaver]

Yanno, Vittorio has the same issue Felix does. For as many people who are horny for him, there is almost NO CONTENT. What we do have is really good though 🥰

#Vittorio toscano x reader

[vmartist]

Dbd Male Survivors first impressions bf headcanons:

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Dwight Fairfield

He’s very cautious, but still eager to greet you since you’re new to the fog

Immediately introduces you to everyone so you’re all on the same page

He’s intrigued about your background and begins asking you questions about anything and everything to get to know you(seems like more of an interview than light banter but you don’t mind)

Your first trial is with him and he quickly assumes a leading position and shows you the ropes

Extremely patient with you(which you appreciate)

No matter what he was very encouraging

Slowly but surely he felt himself developing a small crush for you

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Jake Park

Jake didn’t immediately warm up to you, he’s just a wary person by nature

And he wasn’t malicious by any means, just kept his distance

But after the sight of you being startled by a crow he knew he had to intervene

When he finally got the chance to see you in a trial he sought you out

He was leaning behind a brick wall as he waved you over, you were a bit concerned but followed him anyway

You both took a stroll before reaching an area near a crow

“They can be a little frantic but if you can compose yourself than they won’t fly away”

You nod and follow his lead

He grabs your hands and outstretches them towards the crow

The crow quirks it’s head at you both, looking to Jake and then you before hopping into your palms

“See, you’re a natural”

Jake finds himself smiling at the sight, he’s swooning alright

And when you turn to him with the biggest smile on your face, he falls even harder

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Ace Visconti

Since you’re the newbie he’s always gifting you items in chests whenever he’s in a trial with you

It’s warms his heart to see how appreciative you are

You’re amazed how how he always seems to find the greatest things

Whenever you ask how, he always dodges by hitting you with a cheesy flirtatious line that always makes you roll your eyes

“Hey, wanna see a cool party trick?”

You quirk a brow at him as he grins

He starts taunting the killer and after a long chase gets caught and hooked

You run for the unhook and when you arrive he’s got this cocky grin plastered on his face

“Prepare to be amazed…” he mumbles

He begins to attempt to unhook himself to which he ends up hurting himself twice

You start to reach out but he begins to attempt again and actually pulls himself off

He leaps into your arms, tackling you both into the ground

“Amazed?”

You frown at him and start stitching up his wound while scolding him for being reckless

He finds you incredibly attractive for being this concerned for his wellbeing

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David King

Despite you being new, he doesn’t immediately put himself in harms way for you

You need to prove yourself worthy enough to be protected

Once you start pulling your own weight during trials he takes notice

Something unexpected happened in one trial however, you protected him when he was on death hook

He wasn’t used to this kind of treatment but he didn’t dislike it

Just when he thought his time was up, you appeared with a flashlight in hand and got your first successful flashlight save

You both rushed to the exit gates but before you could make it out, you took a down for David

He didn’t want to leave you behind but was pushed out by the killer

When you returned to the campfire he gave you a pat on the back and applauded you for your bravery

“Cheeky bastard…puttin’ yerself in arms way fer me…”

Now he’s definitely got a soft spot for you

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Adam Francis

Adam’s very quiet on the outside but has a lot going on inside

At first he watches how you do tasks, not really saying anything which makes you nervous

He’s very hands on with his teaching methods

While working on a generator together he grabs your hands and adjusts them

“If you keep your hands down like this, you won’t burn yourself with the wire”

Your lips form an ‘O’ shape as you find yourself in a groove

His heart warms at seeing you learn from him and he doesn’t stop after that

He’s always teaching you something new, which you appreciate

That’s not all, he also makes diversions to keep you out of harms way

He’s got his pockets stuffed with pebbles just for you, what a sweetheart

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Jeff Johansen

Jeff typically liked to keep to himself, unless he was around someone with similar interests to him

Kate for example, literally best friends

They could talk about music for hours

While on one of these music excursions, you joined in

The three of you all had an amazing and engaging conversation that everyone enjoyed, even outsiders

Seeing how passionate you were about your music taste made Jeff kinda interested in you

Once while he was carving some art into a distant log you joined him and asked questions about his art

This dude is such a softie for people interested in his art, especially when they ask questions

He’ll go in depth about his processes and you’ll just listen intently

He realizes how long he was talking for and turns red

“Sorry for talking so much…I’m sure you didn’t wanna hear that much…”

You assure him that you didn’t mind

And just like that, he melts like putty

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Felix Richter

Felix is a quiet yet intense person, whether in or out of a trial

But most of the time, he’s introverted like most of the other male survivors

He didn’t really think much of you at first, noticing how much you struggled

But he chose to help where could

Oh you used up that medkit you spend your precious bloodpoints on? Built to last now

You remember him doing it the first time, when you complained about how you used everything in the medkit

“Can I see? I’ll bring it back in a sec…”

You reluctantly handed it to him and watched him scurry off to the nearest locker before coming back to you and opening it like a briefcase

“Almost good as new”

You grab it in awe with your mouth slightly agape “H-How did you do that?”

He just shrugs with a smile

Once on Léry’s Memorial Institute he watched you walk around in circles trying to find a generator

You groaned in frustration “I’m so close to giving up”

He hears you and gets off his generator to come help you

“Follow me”

You perk up and follow suit instantly

You both work together before you asked him how he finds generators

“In my spare time I make floor plans of each realm and log every generator location”

“Wow that’s amazing Felix!”

He was used to receiving praise like this before he came to the fog and even now but it felt somehow different when you said it

He could feel his heart beat in his chest whenever he was around you, and no the killer didn’t have dark devotion…

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Jonah Vasquez

Jonah is an amazing teammate and quick to help you when he sees you

He’ll guide your hands to the correct motions so you don’t mess up but notices your looking more at him

“Hey pay attention…” he mutters before looking away

Out of trials Jonah kept to himself, if not then he was seen with Adam having some sort of academic conversation

Whenever you joined him he was very appreciative and never let it go unsaid

“You should come by with Adam and I some more!”

He loves positive affirmations especially from you, he melts like putty whenever you praise him

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Vittorio Toscano

He was very unsure how to approach everyone else, including you considering you all were from different time periods

But he had ways of showing his consideration such as;transferring gen progress to help you finish a gen, telling you where the killer was, and even providing moral support while being chased

He enjoyed your calm demeanor, it was refreshing from the chaos but when you freaked out he didn’t mind leveling you out

“Don’t worry, think about how peaceful it will be when we escape, I know you can do it.”

You both talked whenever out of trials, he always had something to teach you about the fog

He also liked talking about his life before the fog and he enjoyed hearing about your life before the fog

He also had some poetry that he would read to you(although he would never admit you were his muse)

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Since mobile Tumblr only allows 10 images I’ll post Renato and Gabriel another time, I’ve already got both written down I’ve just gotta paste it and post. But anyway I hope you enjoyed these!!

#dead by deadlight #mlm #first impressions #male reader #jake park #dbd dwight #felix richter #david king #adam francis #ace visconti #vittorio toscano #jonah vasquez #jeff johansen #male x male

[clairdelunelove]

A Light in the Fog Pt.II

steve x reader, james x reader, quentin x reader, vittorio x reader, dbd survivor x reader

genre: fluff/comfort, based on gameplay!

warnings: cursing, brief mentions of injury (what's expected in dbd)

synopsis: part two of various dead by daylight men and some adorable interactions you have with them during Trials!

a.n. final part of this series! I know dbd is so niche but it's nice to just write a lil of another hobby I enjoy! thank you for reading! <3

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steve harrington

aka: former jock

it’s a ridiculously rough Trial 

that word couldn’t even begin to describe the atrociousness that was happening 

the Entity chose you to partake in it and unbeknownst to you,, paired you with relatively inexperienced teammates 

being new to Realm was, of course, totally acceptable 

but it proved to have multiple disadvantages 

risky saves, short chases, and miscommunication about generator progress were among the most common occurrences 

this resulted in an increased amount of collective hook stages for each person 

chances of survival were slim 

and, thankfully, you weren’t the only one to acknowledge this frightening notion 

“always the babysitter–” 

the shrill scream of another teammate being hooked elicits steve to repeat himself in a hiss, “always the goddamn babysitter.” 

because the situation’s looking grim while the three of you are repairing a generator together 

fingers tugging at the greasy wires, you glance at your third teammate and utter, “one of us has to get the save. usually the stealthiest one goes.” 

your gaze naturally drifts to your third teammate known for their quiet disposition 

albeit, it comes at the cost of them moving leisurely and unhurriedly,, which is definitely not a current benefit 

“the stealthiest one, really?” steve echoes sarcastically, “they’re giving you a stealthy vibe?” 

he offers them a shrug of indifference, his gray jacket crinkling when he shifts, and the wordless gesture serves as a response to when they’re clearly offended by what he stated 

and although his words are biting (and at the expense of your third teammate) you’re familiar enough with him that it demonstrates his underlying compassion 

he’s immersed in repairing the generator and only casts a glance when you skeptically stare at him, “got any smart ideas then?” 

there’s a couple moments of silence

then, as he drags a gloved hand through his tousled hair, he mentions a solution you wouldn’t have ever contemplated 

“how ‘bout you go for the save, sweetheart,” he pauses to peer up from behind his tinted sunglasses and grins, “you’re stealthy.” 

you let out an ill-concealed scoff, “you think I’m stealthy?” 

“oh yeah, totally,” he nonchalantly shrugs while adding, “stealthy like a ninja.” 

dramatically rolling your eyes at his jest, you still rise to your feet to prepare for the save,, seeking to give the team a chance at turning around the outcome of the Trial 

and just as you’re about to amble away, a hand shoots out to gently grasp onto your wrist 

“hey,” steve’s gaze flits to the ground as his voice drops into a soft murmur, “I trust you to get the save, that’s all.” 

the progression of the generator is long forgotten apparently because he’s risen from his spot beside the machine in order to stop and explain himself to you 

his actions are so abrupt and quick that your eyes widen at the disclosure that tumbles out of his mouth 

even he seems shocked about his behavior 

catching his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes avoid yours  

his light-washed denim jeans are dirtied from his frenzied movements,, so you reach out a hand to softly brush the dust away and say, “I know.” 

and you do

you know that he’s vigilant of the entire team’s wellbeing 

issuing a final pat on the side of his jeans, you pull away with a quick smile 

his eyes soften at the gesture before he’s placing an encouraging hand on the small of your back as a sendoff, “and be safe, alright?”

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james sunderland

aka: widower of silent hill

“what’re you doing here?” 

the inquiry hisses from james’ mouth as you hastily throw yourself behind a set of lockers 

it’s a narrow, empty space so there weren’t any totems to cleanse or chests to rummage through 

meant to discourage individuals from loitering  

but, lo and behold, your blond teammate is found crouching here 

a shaky exhale escapes your lips and you press a hand over your mouth to minimize the noise before you answer, “running and buying enough time for the others to open the exit gates. what’re you doing here?” 

your words are snappier than you intended but he doesn’t seem to mind because he casually shrugs 

“hiding.” 

and the single word boils your blood 

“we could’ve used your help, you know,” you manage to chastise between hollow breaths 

“I know.” 

and although his light eyes catch the way your brows furrow at his blunt answer, he doesn’t sense the sentiment and instead squats closer to peer out the window 

there’s a small opening that’s perfectly angled toward an exit gate that features three illuminated lights 

it’s powered and ready to be opened 

with his back turned to you, he utters, “I have an idea.” 

there’s a beat of silence and upon not receiving a response from you,, he cranes his neck around to find you already staring at him 

and he’s shocked from your expression 

you’re already frowning at him,, the definition of suspicion in your gaze as you fold your arms across your chest 

“what? don’t worry, I’m not crazy,” his voice dips at the end of his statement, “at least, I don’t think so.” 

james’ fingers reach up to graze the side of his face, twisting away from your scrutiny, and your eyes widen at an observation you haven’t noticed beforehand 

his fingers are trembling 

“hey,” a wave of sympathy hits and you lightly place a hand on his shoulder, “I’ll go first to open the gate. just follow behind me.”

because even if james often acted recklessly or cowardly,, he was still your teammate 

and everyone has a right to secure a chance at surviving the Trial 

after he stiffly nods at your suggestion, the two of you do well at stealthily advancing to the exit gate and only run into trouble when you’re pulling the lever to escape 

a gloved hand grabs onto your forearm, retching you away from the only means of escaping 

and as you’re tugged away, james’ hand immediately shoots out to grab onto yours 

it’s an act of vengeance rather than cowardice 

“stop!” 

james’ vicious command echoes within the barren walls, startling both you and the killer in the process, and he shoves a hand into his jacket pocket 

a distraction 

aiming a flashlight to the killer’s eyes, james ushers you to escape first before he shouts, “and leave us both the hell alone!” 

it’s the first time you’ve ever heard him sound so alive 

he’s brimming with vigilance as his grasp on your hand tightens with newfound fervor 

and as the both of you sprint out of the realm,, you’re too preoccupied from thanking him for saving you that you overlook how his gaze softens when he notices you’re safe and uninjured 

surprisingly, he continues holding your hand until the two of you are situated back at the campfire

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quentin smith

aka: resolute dreamwalker

“we’ve got this. relax.” 

quentin’s soft voice is barely audible over the rapid beating of your heart that thwarts your ability to hear if the killer was approaching 

the panic is setting in 

fortunately, the match was nearing to an end,, a promising conclusion that’s typically followed by being ushered to surround the campfire once again 

relief was common in these circumstances 

it was, however, short-lived 

the end of the match snowballed– spiraling into an uncontrollable mess that you were uneasy about 

hatch, another means of escaping the Trial, was already closed 

hook states were distributed amongst the team and you didn’t want to succumb to sacrifice

that was the worst outcome,, a psychological and emotional damage that was irreversible 

a shaky breath leaves your lips before a gentle hand grasps your forearm 

“we’re gonna be alright.” 

his touch is soothing, warm, and reassuring 

your wide eyes connect with his as he repeats the sentiment 

without exception, quentin continually proves to you that he’s one of the most dependable teammates the Entity could’ve given you 

which doesn’t help with the foolish crush you have on him

his thumb earnestly brushes against your inner wrist, the caress generating warmth to spread within you 

gaze flickering to the necessary task, his other hand yanks the exit gate’s lever down 

incoherent murmurs leave his lips as he counts down the seconds 

time seems to slow 

your heartbeat quickens and the impending sense of doom crashes upon you 

“we won’t make it,” you reproachfully whisper 

your voice gets carried away in a gust of wind 

he’s silent,, working on opening the exit gate, the lights flashing to indicate its progress, before he speaks up, “we’re gonna make it.”

despite the odds, he’s determined 

and when he feels your scrutiny on him, quentin cheekily adds, “okay, look. if we survive then I’ll take you out on a real date.” 

the words spill out of his mouth before he can rationalize it and the significance forces his eyes to widen in bewilderment 

“uh,” the awkward noise gets stuck in his throat, “sorry, that was uncalled for–” 

his candid apology is cut off by your muffled gasp and when his eyes swivel to you,, you hurriedly turn away from him 

funnily enough, the embarrassment of quentin acknowledging your feelings towards him is almost a bigger dilemma than escaping the Trial 

he raises a dark brow and ventures to ask, “unless, you’d like that?”

his inquiry sounds awkward but sensitive– characteristics that are synonymous to quentin  

and you’re inwardly grateful for his prowess at powering the only chance of escape because you implore, “the date thing, is that a promise?” 

there’s a beat of silence and you wonder if the dreamwalker had fallen asleep,, a phenomenon that he typically fights against 

but he’s awake 

he blinks– once, twice, three times– not quite believing his luck before the exit gates open with a puff of ashen smoke 

survival is so close 

freedom is so close 

and he's going to get you out of here

his hold on you gingerly tightens as he shoots you a grin and confesses, “promise.” 

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vittorio toscano

aka: endless wanderer

moonlit nights by the campfire were infrequent but welcomed 

a tranquil hush fell over the group that was gathered there,, doing well by replacing the eeriness with serenity and giving rest to those that needed it 

it’s a controlled environment– the Entity granting a grace period, if you will– to prepare for the next Trial

until you were chosen  

which is exactly why you’re crouched over, whispering to vittorio and pleading to learn more about your current predicament 

“you’ve been here that long?” 

with an assured nod, he allows the nonverbal gesture to demonstrate the truth in his words 

because although he didn’t appear to be the oldest out of all the individuals you’ve seen, the hardness in his gaze reveals otherwise 

he’s seen it all and, notably, remembers it all too 

his hand comes up to card through his silvery hair before he quips, “can’t you tell?” 

and at your muffled giggle, the male shifts closer while lifting a knee to stretch out on the dirt ground

scarlet flames tauntingly lick the logs of wood and the blaze illuminates the lines etched on his face 

allows you to openly stare 

understands to remain silent to let you formulate your thoughts or questions 

politely beckons you to approach him and you take advantage of his lack of attentiveness to study him 

there are trinkets that hang around his neck,, chunks of sterling silver and gems are pressed into pendants that are almost blinding in the fire’s glow 

“and,” your curiosity drives you to point at the symbols marking his skin, “do these have any meaning?” 

the inscriptions have left you wondering about their significance after every Trial 

you catch a glimpse of the symbols hidden underneath his cotton tunic whenever he sprints or jumps far distances

and of course, you’re instantly drawn to them 

they’re mysterious and swirl in unknown patterns that are far from any language you’ve seen 

the ink glows cerulean blue and, with a bated breath, your fingers outstretched to acquire a better look 

he utters a noise of permission and explains, “helps me remember any similarities or differences that I see while searching through the Realms. I wouldn’t want to forget them.” 

and although his reasoning is sound,, he isn’t 

because you’re abruptly moving to kneel beside him to tug at the front of his shirt  

ghosting your fingertips across the markings, he exhales shakily and you instantly pull your hand away 

“sorry! I got carried away,” you sheepishly grin after apologizing, “it’s just pretty.” 

and goodness, he desires to blurt out that you’re only describing yourself 

his pale eyes sweep across the entirety of your face before settling on your lips and answers, “it’s fine. do not worry.” 

but vittorio’s so distracted by the soft curve of your smile that it doesn’t even register that you’re waving farewell to him when you’re shortly called into a Trial 

and his years of endless wandering have taught him a few certainties– that he’ll meet you again 

calling out from over his shoulder, he keenly promises, “I shall look forward to our next meeting!” 

#dead by daylight #dbd #james sunderland #quentin smith x reader #vittorio toscano #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight x you

[mara-xx217]

do you think you could write a oneshot off the of headcanons you did of the knight from dbd trying to charm the reader? especially involving gifting flowers (or atleast trying his best to gift the reader flowers with the help of his besties the guardia compagnia lol)

Hell yeah! I love these boys and they deserve to be observed in all their awkward glory.

xxx

"You should giver her a knife!"

"...ladies don't need knives, idiot."

"WHAT?! Who DOESN'T like sharp objects?! That would win me over in an instant..."

Unhelpful bastards, every single one of them! Tarhos was certain that you were the one, but you were too meek to allow him close. Alejandro waved around one of his knives, offering it to him.

"She'd looove a knife-!"

"Don't be an idiot-"

Durkos was quiet the whole time, as he always was. Tarhos looked over to him. He met his leader's gaze and slowly, and silently- pointed at a gathering of slightly wilted but still wholly put together flowers.

Tarhos knew what he had to do.

...

The hand extended out to you made you fall to your knees. Your heart beat screamed in your ears as your adrenaline kicked your senses into overdrive. There was a killer directly in front of you and you didn't know what the hell was happening!

The flowers were lost on you. All you could see was a gauntlet that was caked in blood mere inches from the tip of your nose. It was a staring contest and you were sure to lose. So when the exit gates were powered up and Vittorio came to your rescue with a flashlight he found in a random chest, you were beyond grateful to be saved.

It only made Tarhos's blood boil. That little weasel ruins everything he touches! He's more determined now to win you over than he was ever before. And that Vittorio? He's gonna get it, too...

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd the knight #dbd the knight x reader #tarhos kovács #tarhos kovács x reader #dbd vittorio toscano #ask response

[dragonfliy]

i’ll make you okay (drive them away)

feat: vittorio toscano / gn!reader

summary: an unfortunate run-in with the knight leaves you injured and exhausted. vittorio patches you up.

content: swearing, descriptions of blood and injury, descriptions of violence, hurt/comfort, reader is implied to be a young adult. reader is a menace. title from “between the bars” by elliot smith.

notes: my first ever fic :) enjoy!

fuck fuck fuck. you’ve been running for a few good minutes now and you can still hear the loud, clanky sound of metal boots hitting the ground. the knight had gotten a good hit on you earlier, swinging his sword towards you and cutting into your side. you hold the leaking wound tighter, breathing hard and trying to focus on anything but the pain. you’ve done this many times before, but it never made the pain any less real.

running into more walls and windows, you pass a locker while out of the knight’s sight, grabbing the handle and slamming the door shut as hard as you could. you sprinted past the area, making a mental note to thank elodie later; she had taught you the trick some time after you were taken by the fog, claiming it worked most of the time.

looking over your shoulder as you continued to run, you hear the sound of a locker slamming shut followed by an annoyed humpf, signaling the killer had been fooled by the deception. it would’ve been funny if you weren’t in need of some serious medical attention. you tear your mind away from the killer and run into the nearest building; the small shack connected to the main building.

upon entering, you shuffle to a corner and sit, deciding to take a breather before searching for a med-kit or a fellow survivor to help you out. luckily, you didn’t have to worry about bleeding out just yet— the entity worked in strange ways, desperate to prolong your suffering.

three gens have popped in the time you’d ran the knight across the map. you’d only seen one other survivor during the time; ace flashed you a wide smile and a thumbs up as you ran past, before continuing to repair the machinery.

“are you alright?”

you knew that italian accent anywhere. you whipped your head to the left, seeing vittorio enter the building with a concerned look underneath his shaggy hair. he held a med-kit in one of his hands.

guess ace’s luck really does rub off.

“yes, my lord, i am fairing quite well at the moment.” you said with a snarky smile. you couldn’t resist poking fun at his previous lifestyle. when he first arrived at the survivor camp, you were quick to annoy him with an over-the-top accent and bad old english, much to his annoyance. he grew fond of it over time.

he walked towards you and sat down on his knees, opening the med-kit and pulling out various supplies. you took the time to soak in his appearance— shirtless, with glowing runes and murals etched across his skin. you never knew exactly how they did that. you had asked him, once, telling him that you also wanted “kick-ass glowing tattoos.” he insisted he didn't understand how either, and then had you explain what “kick-ass” meant. you took the opportunity to teach him modern lingo along with the help of other survivors.

he grabbed the end of your shirt and lifted, just enough to uncover the wound. his penetrating gaze lingered for a moment before he grabbed a gauze pad and applied pressure to the cut. you hissed, just audible enough for him to hear.

this wasn’t the first time he’d patched you up. you loved to take chase, having learned how to dodge hits and lose the killer from the best from the moment you arrived. it often led to you running into the man, who was already prepared to heal your wounds and fuss over you. you never minded.

“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”

you met his gaze for a moment, nodded, then looked away. despite the fact that he was older than you, you couldn’t deny that he was incredibly handsome. i mean, cmon. everyone knew it. you’d seen dwight’s face go red when vittorio shook his hand during their first meeting. hell, even nea looked taken aback. it was hard to not get flustered in the man’s presence.

of course, life in the realm really wasn’t suitable for romanticism's and flings. you tended to stray away from those things. but you couldn’t deny he was often on your mind, as much as you wanted to.

“what are you thinking so hard about?”

you lifted your gaze up to him once again. he was focused on finishing up applying pressure to your wound, getting ready to wrap the bandages around your middle to make sure the blood stays where it’s supposed to.

“nothing, your majesty.”

“i’ve already told you, i wasn’t a king—”

“yeah, yeah, blah, blah whatever. just hurry your old man hands up so we can get out of here.”

he huffed and shook his head.

“i’m hurrying, fastidio, i just have to—”

the sound of loud, metal footsteps approaching made him halt his efforts. he looked over in the sound’s direction, them quickly back to you.

you hurried to stand, vittorio wrapping your arm around his shoulder and placing his arm around you for support. you spoke in a hushed voice, not looking to attract the metal-clad killer.

“come on, let’s get up stairs.”

you shuffled to the main building and up the stairs together, him letting you put your weight on him as he made sure to not touch your wound. he was definitely strong, that much you could tell by just looking at him. the feeling of muscle beneath his uncovered flesh made you flush. you shook your head.

the generator there was already roaring with life, having been repaired earlier in the trail. you mentally thanked ace and the other survivor, whoever they may be; the sounds of the machinery would drown out any noises you or vittorio would make.

he helped you settle back down next to the wall, sitting down with you and reopening his med-kit.

“i’m almost done. just sit tight, i’ve got you.”

the deep rumble of his voice almost made you forget about the bleeding coming from your side. it was nice to know that even though the entity loved to wipe memories, it could never wipe the thoughts of a man who is old enough to be your father from your mind.

you guess age gaps didn’t exactly matter in a realm where you couldn’t permanently die.

right— you almost forgot you were in the middle of a trial. god, he made it hard to focus. you’re running for your life one moment and the next thing you know, you’re swooning over a man who’s most likely more concerned about the bleeding wound on your side. 

a generator popping in the distance made you jump. you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice he had finished wrapping you up. he sat back and met your gaze.

“there. does it still hurt? i’ve been letting rebecca teach me.”

it...surprisingly didn’t. not nearly as much as it did before, at least.

“i feel splendid. thank you, my lord.”

he rolled his eyes as you stood to give him a dramatic bow. 

“it’s good to know that you can still find ways to laugh at me while you’re nearly bleeding to death.”

you smiled, and his pretend frown turned upwards. he tore his gaze away from you.

“come on. let’s go find this last gen.”

“right after you, vito.”

you exited the broken down building together, the murky sky coming into view. making sure the knight was no where in sight, you headed to the flashing lights in the distance overhead. ace flashed his signature cocky grin as you two approached, having already begun fixing the machine.

“hey, you two. kate is distracting the knight. was wondering where you guys were...you weren’t getting freaky in there, were you?”

he grins as he asks, but his tone sounds as if he is genuinely wondering. you crouch beside the generator, getting to work and opening your mouth for a snarky response, when vittorio interrupts.

“jealous it was us and not you and jane?”

“listen, man. have you seen her? she’s gorgeous, and has a killer bo—”

“okay, dude. i’d rather not hear about who you want to fuck, thank you.” you huffed, twisting gears and connecting wires. ace lets out a laugh.

“who knew you had a thing for older guys, huh?”

you sigh. two can play this game, and you were nothing if not a master at getting on people’s nerves.

“oh hey, that reminds me of this one time i was walking outside of camp, and saw you and someone who looked suspiciously like dwight fucki—”

you’re cut off by the sound of kate’s scream, the generator popping to life seconds after. ace stands.

“well, i’ll go grab a gate and you two grab her. sound good?”

you stand and pat vittorio’s back.

“yeah. me and grand-pappy got this.”

he gets to his feet and shakes his head. you’re distracted by just how tall he is for a moment.

damn. maybe you’d take a hit on purpose, just to let him patch you up again.

#dead by daylight #dbd #vittorio toscano #dbd x reader

[ashenstardust]

(Lines of Obsession) Pairing: Vittorio/The Knight/Guardia Compagnia x Reader Summary: Blood is not enough to pacify The Knight nor his loyal guards. It isn't enough to pacify Vittorio either. The Entity is more than happy to provide alternative methods of reaping what she's sown, and your cries taste oh-so sweet. Word Count: 2472 Rating: E (18+) Warnings: 5 v 1, jealousy, pain/bloodplay

#Fanfiction #Ao3 #Vittorio x Reader #Dead by Daylight #DBD #Vittorio Toscano #The Knight #The Knight x Reader #Female!Reader #Guardia Compagnia

[gothy-froggy]

Won’t you Join me?

Tarhos Kovács x noble!Fem!reader

I see there is yet another drought for Tarhos. Fear not my beloveds! I am here to save you for the time being.

Warnings: fluff, reader is a sweetheart, Tarhos being confused and awkward, historically inaccurate for the sake of a cute fic, not proofread, short one shot

Summary: There is a small ball once again and Tarhos witnesses another. Bored and irritated by most noble snobs, he stands outside. A noblewoman talks to him to his surprise. Is this maybe a possible future blooming between the two?

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“Toscano! I am pleased to see that you could come.” The older woman greeted Vittorio as he and personal knight walked inside. It was always the same. Many men and woman in fancy big outfits. Most likely costing a fortune for each clothing piece.

“And you have brought..a friend.” The older noblewoman said, her judgmental tone seeping through her words. Toscano introduced Tarhos for him.

“Welcome, Sir knight.” A younger noblewoman greeted him with a small curtsy. Tarhos stared at her with no reply. How odd. She actually decided to notice him? The older woman gave the noblewoman a disappointing look before guiding Vittorio around for a tour.

Tarhos knew it was his time to leave and stand outside. Or at least under his rules. Too many people stare and raise a hand to another’s ear to gossip and judge. He walked out, standing outside. He hated how privileged these people were. He stared at the view in front of him. He wondered what the piece of freedom that nobles had really feels like. He desired it. No, he deserves it, not these foolish, ungrateful, slimy-

“Are you all right?”

Tarhos’ internal ramble came to an end. He sharply turned to see the same noblewoman who greeted him. He just stared intensely at her through his helmet. Her hand slipped away from the building to the side of her formal dress as she walked up to him.

“You shouldn’t wait out here.” Her voice was in a softer than how it was inside. More quieter, fitting for a conversation between two people. She lightly tilted her head with a small smile on her face.

“Do you often wait outside for him?”

“I prefer it.” He grumbled out loud enough for her to hear.

“Why?” She questioned the armored man, inching closer. Tarhos kept his gaze ahead.

“They judge with the privilege they possess.” He hesitated to answer. She was a noble herself. She lightly sighed through her nose.

“I never understood that. I apologize, on behalf of them-”

“Don’t.”

Tarhos cut her off. He looked down at her, his hair slightly spilling out.

“You aren’t like the others.”

A smile crept onto her face as she glanced down, a small portion of shyness kicking in from his words.

“Tarhos, was it? How did you manage to work under Toscano?” She stood next to him and raised her hand. Tarhos quickly caught on, holding his arm out and letting her hands rest on his forearm. They began walking around the building, following the torches.

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She lightly laughed, telling her own stories to Tarhos. Tarhos smiled ever so lightly under his helmet. His head tilted to the side to show that he’s listening to her stories and words.

“I have to say, I have been enjoying your presence, Kovács.” She lightly giggled after her words. Her silly story still having an affect on her. Tarhos eventually gave his full attention to her as she slowed down from walking. She stared up at him.

“May I be selfish and ask to see your face?” She whispered. Tarhos couldn’t understand why, but she had allured him. Possible bewitched him. Tarhos slowly took his helmet off, keeping it under his arm. She raised her hands up as Tarhos bent down more towards her level. Her hands brushing over his jawline, sending a shiver down Tarhos’ spine. Her finger tracing over his scars.

“I think…” She started, pausing while observing all the facial features again.

“You’re beautiful.” She finished her abandoned sentence. Tarhos let out a shaky breath as he closed his eyes. A warm woman’s touch could weaken anyone. Apparently even Tarhos. She kept her hands on both sides of his face, her thumbs lightly running across his skin. She a bright smile.

“Won’t you join me?”

Tarhos opened his eyes and stared into hers. He didn’t answer her. She stepped a bit closer.

“Come, let’s have a dance.” She tried to convince the knight. He glanced back at the building, hearing the faint music.

“It is best that I do not.” He declined.

“Please?” She begged. Tarhos looked at her for a few seconds. He took a step back, placing his helmet back on. His heart ached seeing the joy leave her expression.

“Another time, my lady.” He rejected, his tone softening letting her down this time.

“If you change your mind, I will be inside, Kovács.” She lightly lifted her dress as she began walking back.

“Tarhos.” 

She stopped, turning back around to look at him.

“Goodnight, Tarhos.” She gave him another small curtsy before heading back inside.

Tarhos watched her leave. He was conflicted. Originally, he thought that all nobles were maggots, but she has proved him wrong. She made him feel something different. Something he had never felt before.

Time flew by as he was in his thoughts.

“Tarhos.” A familiar voice called out. Vittorio stood a few feet away from him with the stern face he always carried. His cool tone making it.

“We’re leaving.” Tarhos walked over to Vittorio, heading back into the carriage. The ride back home, Tarhos was lost in his own little world. Once he has his money and he buys his three friends’ freedom, he is coming back to that noblewoman.

She was so different. She treated him like he was someone. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed her company, just her alone. And he wanted more. He now swore to come back and marry the kind woman. As she is too soft to be alone in this cruel world. She was going to be his, as his heart is already hers.

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*bonus*

The screams from others run around to desperately escape filled the air between the walls. The noblewoman was dragged away by a maiden.

“This way my lady!” She whispered yelled, pulling her by the hand while sneaking down the steps. The maid screamed, getting pulled away by a man with a red scarf.

“Let me go!” The noblewoman screeched as a manic laugh met her ears.

“We can’t do that now, can we? Sir wants you, my lady.” The man cackled, saying his words in a mocking tone. The man carried the woman outside, pushing her against something hard. It was like armor. She looked up, seeing a familiar armored man with hair spilling out the helmet.

“…Tarhos?”

#fan fic writing #tarhos kovács #dbd #dead by daylight #dead by deadlight #alejandro santiago #dbd the knight #dead by daylight x reader #durkos malecek #tarhos kovács x reader #tarhos kovacs x reader #dbd the knight x reader #the knight x reader #the knight #knight x noblewoman #knight x noble #x reader

[rootsofdread]

leon! if youre up to it, would you write some romantic head canons for the reader with jeff, zarina, vittorio, and jonah (separate) please? tysm

always! i adore vito and jonah so i was so happy to see this!! <33

Jeff Johansen:

Underneath Jeff’s tough exterior, his mask of protection, he’s a sweet, sensitive man who enjoys his quiet and heartfelt moments with you. He loves sitting by the campfire and talking with you for hours about whatever comes to the two of you’s minds, long into either the late hours of the night or the early light of the morning depending on when you started. He holds you close while you do, and he laughs heartily, genuinely, at all of your jokes. You’re the person he feels most comfortable around.

If the two of you get mixed up with a bunch of the other survivors, he’ll search for your hand for some comfort. Crowds make him anxious, you know. He enjoys having someone who can quell his anxiety — someone he can just hold onto and feel calmer, safer. A savior.

He knows his music isn't for everyone, so he appreciates that you'll let him play it while he draws. It helps him get into the zone, and helps with any frustration he might have with the piece. He also appreciates you checking in on him while he's drawing too, he can get tunnel vision and may need it.

During trials, he always takes you away from the other survivors. He prefers it just being the two of you, it's easier to worry about two people than to worry about four; and he likes his alone time with you. Working on gens together is quite nice before the killer comes barrelling towards it. But then you two get to hide together, and he doesn't mind that.

He loves swapping stories from before you two were taken into the fog, to remember simpler times. He loves telling you about his time as a roadie, working at the video store, his dog. He loves listening to your stories, too, even if they're not the most interesting stories in the world. He misses the life before — but he knows without the fog, he wouldn't have met you. So it's not all bad.

Zarina Kassir:

Zarina is just as devoted to you as she ever was to any of her stories, her causes — in a different way, sure, but devoted nonetheless. Her loyalty and protectiveness is never a question, she is always demonstrating to you just how much she loves you. She's fiery and intense and you never have to worry that she doesn't love you. And if you do…It isn't an issue. She's happy to remind you.

She's strong, and willing to fight your battles for you if you need her to. People can be horrible. She'll help you stand up for yourself, and set your own boundaries. Or, if you don't need her help, she's always right behind you, supporting you and your decisions. You're your own person. She's always encouraging you to fight for yourself whether you need it from her or not, she wants you to know she always has your back.

She encourages you to do things you like and try new, exciting things. She likes trying to get you out of your comfort zone — she knows it can be difficult and scary, and she loves being your helping hand. She’ll never push you too far, just enough for something to be fun. She’d never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do.

What she loves most is quiet nights by the campfire, just the two of you. You both fight so hard every day, being able to rest, enjoy each other’s presence, be quiet and content…It’s everything to her. She cherishes every night like this, her little moments with the person she loves the most. There’s nothing in the world better.

She’s pretty attached to you, and is always close to you. She feels responsible for you, and just wants to look out for you, make sure you stay safe, and make sure her presence is felt and you know she’s always here for you. She’ll usually be holding your hand, will have a hand on your back or your arm, and will always give you a sweet, reassuring smile.

Vittorio Toscano:

Vittorio is a very secretive man, everyone’s aware of this; he's friendly, but closed off. But around you, he’s different. He’s visibly relaxed and more comfortable, vulnerable. He doesn’t feel like he needs to hide anything from you — you don’t judge him for his pacifism, his unwillingness to share his things with others, you listen to him and acknowledge what he has to say. He trusts you completely, with his whole heart, he knows you’d never do anything to betray him.

You’re the one person Vittorio will divulge his ancient, arcane knowledge and secrets with; he knows this world is much scarier, more magical than the previous, and his things may seem silly now. But he treasures them, and he entrusts them to you, too — it feels much like he’s bearing a part of his soul to you, these things are important to him. But it’s much more important to him that you share an interest in them, and let him speak of them without judgement.

He’s an adventurer, and will run off with you during trials to explore the trialgrounds. He makes sure the two of you are careful, of course, you can’t run into the killers. He’s been here for thousands of years, but he’s still just as intrigued by the realm as ever, and he loves getting to explore it with you. He’s always finding new things in old places, and he has that childlike wonder every time a new realm is discovered, even if it brings a new threat.

He loves reading to you. Getting you on his lap or cuddled up to his side and reading aloud from his old books is something he adores. He knows his books aren’t the most interesting things to most people — but he appreciates you let him read them to you. He’s still a scholar, and loves teaching you new things. Or old things, rather.

In the same vein — he loves hearing about things from your time period. He may have some knowledge of modern things from the realm, but he doesn’t know everything, and it’s utterly fascinating to hear about things from you. Cellphones, computers, cars, robots. It all seems as magical to him as his ancient artifacts, maybe even moreso.

Jonah Vasquez:

Jonah gets overwhelmed by his arithmetic sometimes, you’re no stranger to it, but he’s always more calm around you. His brain doesn’t buzz with numbers that cloud his thoughts and make it difficult to listen, he just focuses on you, your sparkling eyes, soft hair, your laugh and your smile. You make the world easier to navigate for him, less intense, less complicated. Numbers may be his way of making sense of the world — but so are you.

He does enjoy trying to teach you codebreaking. He knows math isn’t much fun for most people (but if you find it fun, trust and believe, he’s absolutely delighted), but solving puzzles usually is. He comes up with codes, and has you decipher them, with his help, of course, if you need it. He finds it a fun, relaxing activity for the both of you. And he loves sharing his interest in numbers with his partner.

He loves settling down and cuddling with you. He’s had a very eventful life — both before being pulled into the fog, and during these times in the realm — and he loves that you can slow it down, and he can appreciate everything again. Clouds, grass, leaves, flowers…It’s been so long since he’s taken the time to admire the world around him, and as terrifying as the realm is, it can be beautiful, too.

He tends to be a very serious man, his job demanded it of him and the realm demands it, too. But you can bring out a more lighthearted side of him — one that loves to joke around and goof off. He loves making you laugh and having fun with you, now that he has the time to have more fun. He can really make you laugh sometimes, and then he sends himself into a laughing fit. 

Since you always listen to him talk about mathematics and codes and puzzles, he always listens to you talk about your hobbies, and he absolutely loves doing it. He loves the sound of your voice, and loves seeing you so happy talking about something you enjoy. Even if it’s not something he’s particularly interested in himself — he enjoys learning about it from you, something he otherwise never would’ve heard about. He loves that.

#inbox #jeff johansen #zarina kassir #vittorio toscano #jonah vasquez #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #jeff johansen x reader #zarina kassir x reader #vittorio toscano x reader #jonah vasquez x reader

[babieroachy]

✩☆𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧!☆✩

hello, i'm jules! i write sfw agere content! send in a request and i shall deliver!

there's a criminally low amount of age regression content for a lot of the media i enjoy, so i'm taking it upon myself to change that by writing content for some obscure characters with little to no demand!

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𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫:

overwatch

call of duty

dead by daylight

fallout (4 & 76)

twd

death stranding

fortnite

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

d.va (ow)

junker queen (ow)

orisa (ow)

ramattra (ow)

reinhardt (ow)

roadhog (ow)

sigma (ow)

cassidy (ow)

echo (ow)

genji (ow)

hanzo (ow)

junkrat (ow)

mei (ow)

reaper (ow)

soldier: 76 (ow)

tracer (ow)

ana (ow)

kiriko (ow)

lifeweaver (ow)

lúcio (ow)

mercy (ow)

moira (ow)

zenyatta (ow)

the wraith (dbd)

the trapper (dbd)

the nurse (dbd)

the shape (dbd)

the huntress (dbd)

the cannibal (dbd)

the ghost face (dbd)

the oni (dbd)

the executioner (dbd)

the blight (dbd)

the twins (dbd)

the nemesis (dbd)

the cenobite (dbd)

the artist (dbd)

the mastermind (dbd)

the deathslinger (dbd)

the spirit (dbd)

the pig (dbd)

the knight (dbd)

dwight fairfield (dbd)

feng min (dbd)

leon scott kennedy (dbd)

haddie kaur (dbd)

vittorio toscano (dbd)

mikaela reid (dbd)

rebecca chambers (dbd)

jill valentine (dbd)

jeff johansen (dbd)

thalita lyra (dbd)

renato lyra (dbd)

sole survivor (fo4)

nick valentine (fo4)

piper (fo4)

maccready (fo4)

john hancock (fo4)

deacon (fo4)

paladin danse (fo4)

cait (fo4)

preston garvey (fo4)

beckett (fo76)

julie (appalachia radio) (fo76)

paladin rahmani (fo76)

duchess (fo76)

purveyor murmrgh (fo76)

aries (fo76)

danilo (fo76: pitt)

daryl dixon (twd)

rick grimes (twd)

carl grimes (twd)

sam porter bridges (ds)

higgs monaghan (ds)

most fortnite characters, just ask ^^

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

fluff

MILD angst

gender neutral reader

masc reader

sfw agere

sfw petre

ships / non x reader

x reader

headcanons

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

nsfw

excessive angst

fem reader

any request that violates standard dnis

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[skylarsblue]

✦Who I Write For✦

Rules

(This will be added too over time)

SLASHERS

⭑Bo Sinclair ⭑Vincent Sinclair ⭑Lester Sinclair ⭑Michael Myers (OG, 2007, & Gramps) ⭑Thomas Hewitt ⭑Bubba Sawyer ⭑Jason Voorhees ⭑Ghostface (Billy & Stu) ⭑Tiffany Valentine ⭑Brahms Heelshire ⭑Billy Lenz ⭑Carrie White ⭑Baby Driftwood ⭑Otis Driftwood ⭑Pyramid Head ⭑Herbert West (if a male/masc reader) -Bonus- ⭑Carly & Nick; House of Wax ⭑Sydney; Scream

Dead By Daylight

♢Evan MacMillan - The Trapper ♢Anna - The Huntress ♢Max Thompson Jr. - The Hillbilly ♢Sally Smithson - The Nurse ♢Herman Carter - The Doctor ♢Ji Woon Hak - The Trickster ♢Danny Johnson - The Ghostface ♢Philip Ojomo - The Wraith ♢Amanda Young - The Pig ♢Rin Yamaoka - The Spirit (only SFW) ♢Kazan Yamaoka - The Oni ♢Frank Morrison - The Legion ♢Susie Lavoie - The Legion (only SFW) ♢Julie Kostenko - The Legion ♢Joey - The Legion ♢Adiris - The Plague ♢Caleb Quinn - The Deathslinger ♢Carmina Mora - The Artist ♢Sadako Yamamura - The Onryo (only SFW) ♢Tarhos Kovacs - The Knight ♢Adriana Imai - The Skullmerchant ♢Nemesis - The Nemesis -Bonus- ♢Jill Valentine ♢Leon Kennedy ♢Cheryl Mason ♢Carlos Oliveria ♢Claudette Morel ♢Bill Overbeck ♢Vittorio Toscano

Our Life; Beginnings & Always

❧Cove Holden ❧Derek Suarez ❧Baxter Ward ❧Elizabeth Last (x readers for non-sibling characters) ❧Kyra Preece ❧Tamarack Baumann ❧Qui "Autumn" Lin

Beetlejuice

⚂Lawrence Beetlegeuse Shoggoth ⚂Lydia Deetz (only SFW) ⚂Adam Maitland ⚂Barbara Maitland ⚂Ms.Argentina

Call of Duty; Modern Warfare

✚Simon "Ghost" Riley ✚Johnny "Soap" MacTavish ✚John Price ✚Kyle "Gaz" Garrick ✚Alejandro Vargas ✚Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra ✚Valeria Garza ✚Alex Keller ✚Farah Karim ✚Nikolai ✚Konig ✚Horangi

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