#Philip Ojomo x reader

[jadeslashes]

DBD request:

The killers (The Shape, Trapper, the Wraith and your choice 😘) having an unhealthy obsession with the newest survivor (female if you don't mind?)

includes: the trapper, the wraith, the huntress, the ghost face, the doctor, the legion (just frank), the artist, the cenobite, the executioner, the shape & the knight.

warnings: stalking, obsession, unhealthy relationship dynamics, you get the idea. no smut but still mdni.

note: first dbd request, thanks pookie <3 and bc this is my first dbd request, i'm just gonna include all the killers i write for :)

🔩﹒TRAPPER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

obsession at first sight, evan has absolutely no plans of letting you get away from him, no matter what he has to do

even if it hurts you, he'll lay traps in your path to ensnare you so he can throw you up over his shoulder, have you in his complete control

and once you're in the basement, you know that there's no escape from him whatsoever

all of his traps are laid so there's no chance of rescue, and he faces you hanging from the hook that he's mercilessly thrown you on, glad to have successfully trapped his prey

🔔﹒WRAITH ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

philip finds himself using his guise of invisibility to keep an eye on you far more often than he himself even intends, crossing paths with you when he doesn't even mean to

whenever you're alone, you catch him sweeping by in your periphery, or hear in the distance a bell chiming

he notices your anxiety mounting with every second that he's watching, and in a way he almost feels bad about it

and when he's ready to chase you down, he'll ring his bell, almost in a taunting sort of way as you run from him

but he won't stop until he's got you

🪓﹒HUNTRESS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

almost always, her first instinct when she sees survivors is to use her strength and speed, her hunting ability, and throw hatchets, anything to down them and bring them under her mercy

but the way she feels about you is almost similar to the way she feels about the children she couldn't bring herself to kill

something throws those instincts to the side when she sees you, she can't place what exactly it is, but she can't ignore it

💀﹒GHOSTFACE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

he's always meticulously stalked people, gotten to know them without their knowledge down to the very last detail without their knowledge of his presence

but with you, his usual routine of becoming intimately familiar with victims for the purpose of killing them was interrupted, killing you was not necessarily his intent

unnaturally quickly, he knows details about you that few others pick up on, and you constantly question whether you're really alone

🩻﹒DOCTOR ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

considering the fact that he's completely sadistic, being his obsession is harrowing, beginning to end

especially because he doesn't see these feelings toward you as something he should allow to grow, he doesn't see it as any sort of love or anything romantic, which gives him only one conclusion that he needs to reach

he needs you dead, but he's going to drag it out, make it satisfying for himself, and the way to do that is to drive you mad, and make the process as torturous as possible

every scream of yours fuels him to keep going until his brutal torture is finally done, and by that point, he might even find that he'd gotten so caught up in torturing you that the rest of the survivors managed to escape the trial

🕸﹒LEGION ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

frank knew you'd be a chase, something he'd need to go after, but he's more than okay with that

every second of running after you is envigorating, with each stride that gets him closer to you he wants you more and more

both of you know that you can’t outrun him, he’s in a frenzy on your heels, completely running on the impulse that he hadn’t been able to get out of his head since he saw you; he needed to get to you

the chase doesn’t necessarily end with him plunging his knife into you, but he doesn’t mind it if you think that’s the case

in fact, he takes some pride in the fear and control he knows he has over you

🪶﹒ARTIST ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

while usually she uses her birds as a weapon against her prey, for you she'd be using them much more gently

you’d find yourself being harassed by crows throughout the majority of your trial

but it’s only so carmina can keep track of you, she doesn’t use them to cause you harm

⛓﹒CENOBITE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

they're constantly using their chains to keep you in close proximity

and also just to hear you scream, no tears of yours could ever be a waste of good suffering in their eyes, they love your cries of fear and pain from whatever they're doing to you or when they're chasing you down

escaping their chains is virtually impossible, each second you manage to evade or hide to rest, you know you’re just putting off the inevitable

🔺﹒EXECUTIONER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

pyramid head is a bringer of pain and suffering, but is also shockingly subtle during the trial

for a while, he’s merely a looming presence as you work towards escaping

but that’s part of the plan, he takes his time to get you tormented by his power

all so that he can get you locked in one of his cages, where you have no choice but to be all his

🔪﹒SHAPE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

his stalking is relentless, but he takes his time before he makes a real move on you

and when he finally does strike? there's no way you could've ever been ready for it, one minute you were working on a generator, and the next, you're up over his shoulder with no way to escape

and even if you are constantly on guard, aware of his presence, he'll keep you under his mercy by keeping you injured or downed, never too far from you to keep your fellow survivors from saving you

⚔️﹒KNIGHT ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

even though he's the killer in the trial, as a knight, he feels the need to protect you, killing you isn't even something that crosses his mind

and if tarhos himself can't be keeping his eye on you at any time for one reason or another, alejandro, durkos or sander are doing so for him

he's got an uncanny ability to constantly know where you are and what you're doing, and that's because he's always keeping tabs on you, whether on his own or by means of his faithful three

#dbd x reader #dbd x you #the huntress x reader #the trapper x reader #evan macmillan x reader #the wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #danny johnson x reader #the doctor x reader #herman carter x reader #the legion x reader #frank morrison x reader #the artist x reader #carmina mora x reader #the cenobite x reader #pinhead x reader #the shape x reader #michael myers x reader #the knight x reader #tarhos kovács x reader #tarhos kovacs x reader #the executioner x reader #pyramid head x reader

[wifeyifey]

Also I’m making a prompt where the reader says to whoever “I’m tired of men having slutty little waists” cause I think this is funny to imagine their reactions

#dbd x reader #tmnt x reader #dead by daylight x reader #tmnt bayverse x reader #transformers x reader #caleb quinn x reader #deathslinger x reader #herman carter x reader #philip ojomo x reader #pyramid head x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #twd x reader #wraith x reader #bleach x reader #creepypasta x reader #crosshairs x reader #demon slayer x reader #doctor x reader #donatello x reader #slasher x reader

[daughterofyeshuaa]

hello, idk if you still write for dbd but if.. you do.. can i request one for Ghostface, Albert wesker, Wraith, & pyramid head with Survivor!fem!reader who is a fairy? like when she's on trial or not, she always use her wings to escape/run, and because of that she's really become one of the survivor that is really REALLY hard to catch on a trial. but besides that, they also secretly having a crush with her because of her dreamy and delicate & ethereal beauty. just fluff hehe.. and ty before!

Y'all always give me such interesting things to write and I love it! Ty for the request :)

GhostFace

He's SO FRUSTRATED with you lmao

You always find some way to escape, making him give up (poor dude lmao)

One time he was chasing you, the next when you rounded a corner, you were just gone

Danny scratched his head in confusion

"What the-"

That's when he saw you fly to the roof of killer shack

"How did you-"

"Get up here?" you smirk down at him "Magic" you giggle

He would try to get you to come down, in an attempt to deceive you. Which OBVIOUSLY didn't work since you were too smart

Outside of trials, he'd always ask questions about you

"What other powers do you have?"

"Are you dumb?" you giggle

"What?"

"Nothing!"

Albert Wesker

What

How did you escape him so quickly?

He looks from side to side, only to see you fly away

He tilts his head

Like ghostface, he will try to get you to come down... Only because he's afraid of what the Entity might do if he didn't sacrifice everyone

"Come down, Dearheart"

You giggle and shake your head "Nope!"

He fell for your... Bewitchingly good looks and charm

He started feeling this warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest

One day outside of trials, you were with him and you couldn't help but notice something

"Albert, is everything okay? Your face is red"

"I'm fine, Dearheart"

You smirk "But are you really -"

"I said I'm fine" he looks away, blushing

Philip Ojomo

I'm sorry what?

He's so confused

You were in chase with him, when you used your wings as a speedboost

He wasn't aware the Entity gave the survivors powers?

He'd stare at you in awe

After trials, he'd approach you and question you

"Magic? On a survivor? You can't be serious"

"I'm dead serious"

Eventually, he fell for your charm

He'd become a blushing mess around you

You noticed it, but didn't say anything... UNTIL ONE DAY

"Philip?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Are you blushing?"

"No!.. Yes"

"That's so cute"

Pyramidhead

He just stares at you. Confused

You were using your powers to escape from him

He got really frustrated and fed up because he couldn't use his power on you

Inside that parasite body of his, he managed to feel something for you

One day he took you aside, and wrote on paper--

"I <3 you"

You look up at him with a "Are you serious?" look

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dbd #dead by daylight #ghostface x reader #danny johnson x reader #albert wesker x reader #philip ojomo x reader #Pyramid head x reader

[thewailingbells]

The Wraith With a Survivor Who Constantly Runs Into Him

The first time this happened was when you were going through one of your first trials. You were doing your best to be helpful to your team. The only thing you knew how to do was fix generators and that was exactly what you did.

Being a new survivor in the fog, you knew nearly nothing about the killers in the Entity's realm. So, you were oblivious to the fact that there was an invisible killer watching your every move.

That killer was none other than Philip. He took pleasure in observing his environment and those around him. New survivors always peaked his interest and you especially had captivated his attention.

He noticed that you were like him in an odd way. You always took a few moments to look around at the scenery before continuing to work on your generator, similar to what he does before killing his victims.

You quickly finished the generator you were working on. You stood up and began running at your top speed, trying to find another generator to fix.

That was when Philip noticed you were running directly at him. His eyes widened. You weren't stopping. Most survivors could sense the Wraith's presence. It seemed that you didn't have that ability yet.

Before he could move out of the way, you ran directly into his chest. You fell on your back and cried out in pain.

Philip stared at you in curiosity. He thought you were so innocent, so naïve. You sat up and began looking around. It still hadn't clicked in your mind that you ran head-first into the killer.

He sighed. He didn't want to hurt you. He couldn't hurt you. Philip patiently waited for you to run in the other direction, and that is just what you did.

After that, the Wraith thought that situation would not happen again. Someone at the campsite has to tell you that he can turn invisible, right? Wrong. No one told you. So you ran into Philip. Again. Again. And again. Each time you were more confused then the last.

He made the decision to uncloak the next time you were about to run into him. He reasoned that this was for your own good. You needed to see him for who he was, a monster. He was expecting you to scream in terror at the sight of him, for your beautiful facial expression to turn into one of disgust.

It didn’t. You looked at him and smiled. "So you're what I've been running into this whole time?"

He nodded. You giggled and gave him a small hug. “Thank you for not killing me. You could’ve done it so many times by now. You’re so kind.”

You're adorable, and he's obsessed with you. You’re his now.

Now he absolutely loves when you bump into him while he is invisible. He will wrap his arms around you and give you a big hug before gently pushing you in a safe direction.

#the wraith #philip ojomo #the wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight #dbd

[r3dkn0ts]

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.

#dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight imagines #the trapper x reader #evan macmillan x reader #the wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #the hillbilly x reader #max thompson jr x reader #fluff #smut #imagines #gender neutral reader #lgbt reader

[animefans-stuff]

Dbd killers with an s/o that randomly brings back animals.

First time writing for dead by daylight. Please be nice :')

Warnings; very very much ooc slashers, my terrible english, brief mention of animal death in Huntress' part, Trickster is his own warning, grammar mistakes, fluff and that's all I believe.

Pairings; The Huntress x reader, The Wraith x reader, Trickster x reader ( all seperate ).

Please enjoy :)

The Huntress

Huntress isn't used to keeping animals, unless their trophies or food. Her mindset has always been ' kill ' when it came to animals and even people.

So, when you wondered back to her cabin after a trial. With a blanket resting in your arms, with something curled inside of it.

She was completely unaware of your habit. With that, her first reaction was to be curious and slightly worried.

Her grip tightened onto the wooden part of her hatchet, tilting her head in curiosity as she watched you come closer.

You greeted her before proudly showing her the box, that was currently occupied by a baby skunk. " Found this earlier! " You beamed, like a child showing their parent something

Huntress glanced down at the skunk, hatchet raised up ever so slightly.

She then looked at you. Letting out a grunt, basically asking why you had it with you.

" oh, I thought it would be nice to have a pet. " You replied, " Could we keep them ? "

Huntress was both impressed and confused.

Impressed that you finally caught your first animal, that wasn't some type of rat.

And confused because did the entity even allow normal animals in its realm ?

The both of you have seen lots of crows and raven's during trials but that was it. And if the entity did allow other animals, good for you for finding something :D

Huntress wanting to keep you happy, ended up keeping the skunk alive.

However, she did want you getting sprayed, so she takes it to The Doctor to get fixed and de-sprayed (?)

Once she gets more comfortable around the skunk, she'll bring it to trials with her. Keeping it tucked away in her outfit pocket, away from survivors.

Only for her comfort. As it oddly reminds her of you.

As silly as this sounds, Huntress will try teaching the skunk how to catch survivors as if it was a hunting dog.

She eventually gets used to your little habit of taking in other animals. After all, more animals gives the both of the feeling of comfort when the others busy.

The Wraith

Wraith's never gotten the chance to have any pets or even see a lot of animals. Given the situation he was in before the entity had found him.

And like The Huntress. He's also unaware of your habit of taking in random animals.

It was mid trial when you had rushed up to him and tugged onto his arm.

Turning to face you, Wraith's first thought, was the other survivors were bugging you.

You let out a fit of giggles while presenting him a crow, you had managed to catch.

More confused then he is worried, Wraith gently took the crow from you and carefully tossed it aside, trying to let it fly off. But, it only flew back to your side.

Giggling again, you looked at Wraith. " Can we keep it ? "

Wraith nods as he didn't see much harm in it. He then nudged you towards a nearby generator, trying to remind you that your still in a trial.

You smiled widely and rushed towards the generator with your new feathery friend.

Once the trial had ended, and you along with the remaining survivors and the crow, returned to the campfire.

While the others rested and talked among each other. You roamed about, looking for Phillip.

Once you had found him- which was rather difficult as he looked too much like a tree.

You held out the crow yet again.

" Whadaya wanna name them ? " You asked, Wraith glanced at the crow before dragging Azarov's skull in the dirt to spell out a simple yet cute name.

Wraith doesn't mind your habit. He finds it cute that you care enough to bring in random animals.

The only issue he really has is when you bring back birds. Birds often mistaken him for a tree and will try making nests on his head. Which is rather annoying.

He, unlike Huntress won't bring any of the animals with him. In fear of them getting hurt.

He will use his shirt thingy to carry them for you.

He'll also try to build homes for each animal.

The Trickster

Trickster won't admit this aloud but he has a soft spot for animal's. And would have no issue with you bringing in animal's - that is, if he didn't feed off any attention you give him. So bringing an animal(s) into this is, he thinks of it as a competition for your love.

Slamming the doors to the locker shut, your heartbeat quickens with each passing second. You were one of the few survivors left with everyone else hooked and Dwight currently injured god knows where.

The kitten you had found in the beginning of the trial, and kept for most of it. Sat outside the locker you were hiding it. It had tried getting in with you, by meowing and scratching at the locker door.

Turning the corner of the Yamaoka Estate, Trickster glanced around for anyone. But, his attention was quickly turned towards the meows and cries of the kitten in front of the locker.

Curious, he walked towards the kitten that happily meowed and pawed at his foot. Was this a trick from the entity ? Or was this some silly game made up by the survivors.

Either way it was somewhat amusing, reaching past the kitten and to the locker door, he swung it open. ( Of course, being careful of the kitten in the way. )

The kitten happily meowed and crawled into the locker, purring and rubbing against your legs.

You flinched at the lockers door opening, smiling nervously as you were now face to face with Trickster.

" Songbird~ what's this ? " He asked, pointing at the kitten that refused to leave your side.

" A kitten, I found it earlier. " You murmured in response, your heartbeat still pounding against your chest. " I was hoping to show you it- y'know, after.. "

As mentioned before Trickster sees the kitten as competition, so expect him to be much more dramatic. If that's possible.

If the kitten brings you something, he'll present you with items he found from the survivors.

The kitten gets some of your attention, he'll pout until it's his turn.

Soon enough he's started to warm up to the kitten too where he'll start dressing it up like him. Or in similar fashion.

Maybe, he might let it be featured in his next song. How that'll work, I have no idea.

#the huntress x reader #trickster x reader #wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #dbd x reader #dbd headcanons #slashers x reader #dbd huntress #dbd wraith #dbd trickster #x reader

[rootsofdread]

May I request some headcanons for The Knight, The Blight, and The Wraith with a twitchy boyfriend who has trouble staying still? Sometimes I'll be sitting still and my head will jerk to the side randomly or one of my legs will kick out and it drives me insane to the point I have trouble falling asleep sometimes :(

i have a similar problem! mine get soo bad when i'm tired lol. we're in this together anon ✊

Philip Ojomo / The Wraith:

Philip tends to keep a close eye on you. He worries about you -- even if you've told him not to be -- and fears you may hurt yourself accidentally, so he just wants to make sure you're okay when he knows that your twitching is acting up. If you're standing together he'll put his hand on your shoulder or around your back, but otherwise, he frequently checks in on you.

In a really weird kind of way, he finds your twitching...comforting? It lets him know you're still with him. When the two of you are close in any way, like when you're laying together or he's holding your hand, and he feels you jerk around, he pulls you closer. He would prefer it didn't happen, for your sake, but he appreciates knowing you aren't suddenly gone.

And he's certainly no stranger to having problems sleeping, being haunted by nightmares, himself; so he knows how you feel, to some extent. When he feels you jerk around in bed, he'll immediately wrap his arms around you and lean his head into your back or chest. He doesn't really know how to help you, because he doesn't know how to help himself, but he hopes that helps...at least a little.

Talbot Grimes / The Blight:

Talbot has always loved having you around since he met you; he finally has someone more like him around the fog. It really does something to his old, shriveled up heart seeing you do the exact same thing he does. Granted, his are more frequent; it still has always made him happy.

And he always tries to make this clear to you. Even before you were together, he'd frequently hobble over to you just to sit with you. He's not much of a talker, so he usually conveys his thoughts through gestures or tapping his cane. He didn't think you understood for a while, but was delighted when he realized you did.

When you're having problems sleeping, he'll always offer you some sort of tonic or tincture to relax you and help you sleep. If you don't want any, that's fine, he'll let you cuddle up and rest your head on his chest, so that he can rub your back while he reads quietly beside you.

Tarhos Kovács / The Knight:

Tarhos was always interested in you from the moment he saw you. He's never seen someone do...that, before. He had long assumed you were cursed for your hubris, once upon a time, or something similar. Yet, you seemed to be taking it quite well. Resolve is one of his favorite qualities in a person.

He's always around to make sure nobody gives you a hard time for something out of your control -- something so inconsequential, at that. The last thing he wants is for you to feel embarrassed about it. If anyone so much as snickers, they will meet his blade.

When you're frustrated by not being able to sleep, he tells you that fire is important, but it will be better spent elsewhere. He settles you back down, tucks you in, and will usually either read to you or recount stories from his time as a true knight for you. By this point, you've probably heard all of them, but he still hopes they soothe you.

#inbox #gender neutral reader #survivor reader #killer reader #philip ojomo #talbot grimes #tarhos kovacs #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #philip ojomo x reader #the wraith x reader #talbot grimes x reader #the blight x reader #tarhos kovacs x reader #the knight x reader

[semiweirdshipper]

New Alpha/Beta/Omega Story Idea With DBD

Basic summary: In the Entity's Realm, everyone is from a different dimension, and so that means everyone follows slightly different cultures, beliefs and traditions. The reader is an omega, and in their dimension omegas' are treated as equals amongst alphas'. They're used to being pampered, respected, and understood by the alphas'. However, in the Entity's Realm, the alphas' are far, far different from the ones in the reader's own dimension. Instead of treating omegas' as equals, they fight to dominate them, control them, and use them. Even the omegas' are different; unkempt, submissive and out of control, easily bending to the alphas' will. Unused to and terrified of these alternative alphas' and omegas', the reader struggles to find safety, justification and respect. Will any of the alphas' they meet try to understand their traditions and standards? Or will they only suffer like the rest of the oblivious omegas'?

Notes: So in a lot of stories out there, everyone has their own unique way of writing alpha/beta/omega concepts. I myself have tapped into and read a lot of these concepts, and for this story I wanted to dive into tradition and culture and how it effects everyone differently. Using dbd's Entity Realm is a great way to take advantage of dimensional aspects.

What killers will be considered as potential love interests for the reader? Hmm, I'm not entirely sure (I'm never sure about that stuff. You guys know that, lol).

Obviously I'm gonna say Herman because my Herman is a sappy, lovey-dovey gentleman.

Caleb? Caleb has the potential to be both a considerate gentleman and a controlling jerk based on his time line, but I'm willing to make the exception for him.

One of the idiot-boy trio. Frank, Danny or Ji-woon. Gotta have at least one of them. Help me decide if you want.

Maybe Wesker? Like maybe he's turned on by the challenge the reader brings by being a more superior omega, and he secretly likes that.

Philip is cute, and I bet he would love a relationship where he didn't have to be so hard at work all the time.

We also have Pinhead. He's very intelligent and can sense the good in people. Obviously he'd be interested in the reader.

And then I'm gonna say Freddy because it's a twist and unexpected and I love the thought of him being the nicest to the reader out of all the other alphas'.

I've already got this story underway. I'm just posting this to try to help keep my own chin up. I really wanna get this story finished and posted so that way I can share the whole thing with you my precious dears'. Let's see how much of a disaster it turns out to be, aye?

#dead by daylight #dbd #slashers #weirdo's fanfiction #dead by daylight fanfiction #alpha beta omega #freddy krueger x reader #albert wesker x reader #pinhead x reader #herman carter x reader #philip ojomo x reader #caleb quinn x reader #story idea #omega reader

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Killers when their S/O suddenly kisses them

Requested: No

Warnings: Some light angst.

A/N:

Evan

Won’t admit it but is kinda flustered by your actions. But he’ll play it off with a scoff and pretend to ignore you, though he holds you a bit closer to him and doesn’t even try to stop you if you do it again.

Frank

He’s wary. He’ll probably become a bit standoffish and hesitant. Affection has never come easy to Frank, even before he was put into foster care. He’ll over analyze your every move, find hidden motives in all the attention you give. Cause sex is one thing, the gentleness and care you give is another. He might be a bit snappy for a while but eventually he’ll settle down and even quietly enjoy your loving attention.

Julie

Julie acts quite cocky and smug from your attention, wrapping her arms around you and chuckling, your sweet kisses quickly being turned into something more thanks to her warm mouth on yours, nipping and sucking and licking. It leaves you warm and fuzzy and the dazed expression on your face makes her smirk.

Max

Max is both terrified and giddy. On one hand, the poor man has never had such gentle care pointed towards him and that makes him a bit weary. On the other, he can’t help but crave it. He wants it, wants more of it. As much as you’re willing to give, though he hardly thinks himself worthy of it. He wants to drown in it, be smothered with it, he wants to feel so loved by you that it rips him apart at the seams.

Wraith

Wraith welcomes the affection with amusement and lust, pawing at your waist as he brings you closer, his purrs reverbing on your skin. He was glad you wanted to show him love, but he couldn’t resist teasing you about it in his own way. He wanted to see you blush as he indulged in your kisses.

Carmina

Carmina becomes flustered at your attention, though not to the same point as Max. She’ll caw quietly, aching to voice her love to you. It hurt that she couldn’t but she did her best to show it by pulling you closer, nuzzling her face against you and silently begging for more.

#dbd #dead by daylight #evan macmillan #evan macmillan x reader #Frank Morrison #frank morrison x reader #Julie Kostenko #Julie Kostenko x Reader #max thompson jr #max thompson jr x reader #philip ojomo #philip ojomo x reader #Carmina mora #Carmina mora x reader

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Carnal Craving [NSFW]

It’s been a while since you’ve had a moment alone with your beloved Philip...

Time in the Entity’s Realm had become quite exhausting. It was almost like something had overcome the being, prompting it to call all survivors and killers more than often. There were almost no breaks between matches. Really, you didn’t think that you’d once again have the initial feeling of apprehension as you did when being brought into the realm. 

You inhaled deeply, holding your breath for a moment before eventually releasing all the air. Bringing your hand up to rub your eyes that had grown darker circles around them. You hadn’t been given the chance to have time to yourself, even time for Philip.

You examined your surroundings, seeing only seven other survivors. Usually, it was only four survivors that were missing at a time. Perhaps the Entity was asking for more sacrifices than usual. Weird.

Immediately, you were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard heavy footsteps from behind. Turning around, you blinked at the darkness created by the lack of light and darkened trees whose leaves gently swayed with the chilly breeze. To your surprise, there was nobody in sight. It was clearly none of your fellow survivors, for they were all actually around the campfire.

“Are you alright?”

Next to you was the blond with saddened eyes, most believing it to be a smoulder. You knew better than to assume this man had the same amount of confidence as that Harrington guy.

“Yeah. Just thought I heard something.” you smiled at him in reassurance. “Must have been the wind.”

“Yes, must have.” Felix nodded before he went back to twiddling his fingers. “How have your trials gone?”

“Um…I would say I can’t complain, but…it’s not like things have gotten any better.” you shrugged before catching something with the corner of your eye. “Sorry Felix, but I have to go do something real quick.”

“Oh. No need to apologize.” the man softly nodded with his usual smile, offering a bit of a wave before he turned his attention back to the campfire. 

You stood up from the log you had been on, taking a few glances at your peers as to make sure that nobody really realized you leaving the campsite. Once sure that everybody was far too occupied with each other or resting up, you finally turned and made your way down the makeshift path of twigs and leaves created by the first survivors. 

As the cold wind blew right through you, making your jacket fly with it before you gripped onto its flaps. Slightly shivering, you tightly closed them around you before feeling a new warmth overcome you. With this warmth came a purring, an almost snotty one that sounded in the distance while also not being too far. 

Looking up ahead you saw nothing but the endless rows of trees, but the sounds became louder as you stood in place. You watched the emptiness, eventually seeing as a shape formed in said direction.

“What are you doing around here?” you promptly grinned, taking a single look behind you as there was still no suspicion from the other survivors. 

Before you rang the Wailing Bell as a killer’s form slowly came to visibility. He stared down at you, head tilted like every other time as he gave steady yet rough breaths. 

“Trial…over.”

“How’d it go?” you reached a hand out to the man’s forearm, his head turning so that his eyes averted from yours. “Not good, huh?”

Philip shook his head, soon feeling the tips of your fingers brush against his chin and jawline. It was more than enough to have him turning back to you, having him lean his head into the palm that you had now placed on his cheek.

His sunken eyes slowly shut as a deep grumble sounded in his throat, almost causing his chest to vibrate as his hot breath was felt on your skin. Philip’s shoulders dropped as did his vulnerability, purring against your hand before finally opening his eyes to lovingly gaze at you.

“I don’t suppose you’d  want to stay at the campfire, huh?” you whispered, gazing back at the man who leaned down so that his forehead was pressed against yours. Both of your hands were holding his face, thumbs caressing his barky features. “It has been a while since we’ve had time to ourselves…”

“Agreed.” Philip croaked, almost restraining himself with every fiber of his being from closing the gap between your faces.

“Just do it.” you whispered a giggle, bringing in Philip’s face to barely brush your lips against his. “Kiss me like you miss me.”

Philip gave a sigh of euphoria, eventually letting his weapon drop but making sure to ever so gently place the large bell on the ground. His hands were on your waist as he felt your hands now come around his neck, bringing him closer so that your lips could finally meet.

He brought your body closer to his, having brought his hands to the back of your legs to lift you up with ease. His hands remained there, helping you wrap your legs around his frame.

It was moments like these that Philip could melt for, making sure to hold back and now give you such a feverish kiss. Not realizing that he had roughened the kiss, Philip had pressed your back against a nearby tree as you found yourself needing to catch your breath.

“I missed you too.” you breathed out after Philip had removed his lips from yours, hearing him as his breaths got a tad bit louder. Desperate even.

“I’m starting to think that your trial really was a bad one.” you brought a hand to his cheek as he gripped your legs, Philip leaning his head into your palm once again before turning his face so that his lips were on it. You watched as his lips parted, Philip slightly baring his teeth as you felt his now heavy breaths on your skin.

“Or you…really missed me…” you whispered as you felt Philip’s lips latch onto your neck, instantly sucking on the skin he had practically made into a sensitive mess after the many bruises he had given you.  

He pressed himself against you even more, enough to have his hardening member rub itself against your crotch area in desperation.

“Oh gosh…” you gulped as you placed your hands on Philip’s forearms, feeling the veins that were pulsating with the leftover adrenaline from his last trial. “Phil…?”

Somewhat surprisingly, Philip looked up from your neck as he looked you deep in the eyes, almost purring at the sight of your half-lidded orbs.

“I love you.” you purred before Philip placed his lips on yours, the kiss slowly becoming ardent once again. His rough lips felt soft and moist as they moved against yours, now parting and letting his tongue glide over, asking for an entrance.

You opened your lips, letting his tongue slip in as your hands traveled down to his crotch. Thankfully, all Philip wore were his bandages that could easily be loosened and lowered despite the leather straps on his hips.

Soon enough, his length brushed against your thigh, that enough to make Philip shiver.

“Wait, wait.” you softly pushed Philip away, he refusing to untouch you as he at least kept his lips on your jawline. “Phil, I gotta take off my shorts.”

A groan escaped Philip, making you giggle as you unbuttoned your bottoms and let them drop before your undergarment followed. Before you could even react, Philip gripped onto your hips to spin around your body in an instant. With your back facing him, you were made to bend over so that your hands were placed on the trunk of the tree before you.

Philip’s arms wrapped around your waist as he brought his face to the wrinkles of your shirt, rubbing his nose on it as his tip stroked the folds of your entrance. His pre-cum was smeared all over it mixing with the juices that he had provoked.

His arms snaked under your shirt, feeling every inch of skin he could on your chest while his member began to rub itself with more force. Philip removed an arm from your waist, instead bringing it down in between your legs, using his fingers to split your folds open. Finally, he insert himself into your hole, purring as you gave a bit of a gasp at the contact.

“Phil,” you let out a desperate breath. “Stop making me wait…”

Philip growled in response, leaving two fingers on your clit as he made sure to fit whatever of his length fit inside you.

Your nails scraped against the tree as he filled you up, but you had to bite your lip when he pulled out in an almost tantalizing manner.

“Phil..” you whined as you looked behind you, then gasping at Philip’s hips meeting yours once he gave a thrust.

He didn’t wait for you to say or do anything else, pulling out and then thrusting back in soon after. At this point, you were pretty sure he was attempting to control himself.

Philip repeated his motions before his mouth opened, his hot breaths still felt on your back through the cloth of your shirt. He soon increased the pace, but not enough to have himself digging his nails into your skin.

“Phil…” you spoke one more time, now bringing one of your hands down to clasp it on Philip’s that was wrapped around your waist, fingers intertwining as your soft palm lay over his knuckles.

He wasn’t going to speed up, at least not immediately, and you knew that. Philip wanted to keep it slow, but that wasn’t going to be enough. You just had to speak one word to have him giving it his all.

“Philip.”

You softly breath as you felt Philip almost freeze, a silence filling the trees as you awaited a response.

Soon enough, Philip retrieved his hand from yours and the other from your clit. Both his hands were on your hips now, gripping onto them as a growl rumbled in his chest. Almost immediately, began to thrust into you at a faster pace. The more he did it, the faster he went. The hungrier he got after a good while of not seeing you.

“Oh…oh Phil,” you shut your eyes with an elated smile, moans escaping your lips as Philip’s fingers dug into your hips. You were sure to have bruises once this was all done.

“Just like that.” you commented as Philip leaned down to press his chest against your back, lips right beside your ear as you heard his own desperate sounds. Even in that eagerness, Philip was not completely satisfied.

To your dismay, Philip completely pulled out, leaving a string of your cum connecting his and your genitals.

“Phil,” you gave a whimper, soon feeling as the male made you stand erect before spinning you around once again.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, almost like prey that had just been cornered by its hunter.

He stared down at you hungry eyes, his garbled sounds being the only thing heard in the soft wind besides your breaths that had become louder.

Philip soon leaned down to smash his lips on yours, prompting you to plant your hands on his broad shoulders as he brought his hands back down to the back of your legs. 

You were hoisted back up and against the tree’s trunk as the breathy kiss refused to break, one of your hand having lowered to grasp Philip’s member. You felt his lips open in desperation at your touch, breathings becoming more and more as you aligned his tip with your entrance once again.

Philip was almost trying to catch his breath as you dug your nails into his back, slightly moving your hips after having slid all the way down to his base. He was doing most of the work, helping you move up and down on him before he removed his lips from yours. Once again, he had his mouth on your neck, tongue licking you as his teeth were once again bared.

“Ju…just do it…” you moaned, placing a hand behind Philip’s head in hopes of removing his worries. “Philip, please.~”

At this, Philip sunk his teeth into your neck, a painful yet pleasurable sensation that was enough to make you cry out to him.

His tongue lapped up the blood that released after his teeth broke your skin, his hands making you move faster on him.  

His tip was hitting the end of your inside, making you pant along with him as he also began to twitch.

Already were you shaking, a bit of drool staining the corner of your lips, especially after Philip made sure to lock your ankles behind him so that he could actually thrust into you. One of his hands had come up to the tree you were on, his nails not scraping but clawing deep wounds into the bark before his hands switched positions. However, the second hand had instead come down to your bud, furiously rubbing it to bring you to your climax.

A knot had been forming in the pit of your stomach, becoming tighter as Philip now used two fingers to massage your clit. It brought you extremely close, the next things being enough to make you scream out his name in the emptiness of the woods.

He was almost trembling, inhuman pants leaving his lips as you began to feel his cum begin to shoot out inside you. Philip buried his face into your chest after removing his hand from your crotch, instead wrapping them around your frame as he latched on.

His monstrous cries were muffled by your chest as his fingers nearly ripped into the fabric of your shirt. He couldn’t control his own shaking, neither the thrusting he continued even after coming inside you.

Philip’s breaths eventually settled down, his senses slowly coming before he felt you shaking in his hold. 

“A…Angel?” Philip croaked as he ran his lips along your jawline, then rubbing his nose against your cheek.

“I’m…okay.” you sighed as you returned the affections, opening your eyes before they met with Philip’s.

“Good.” he managed to say, a smile forming on his lips as your foreheads were pressed against each other again. 

“I really missed you Phil.” you rubbed your nose with his, Philip doing the same with a gargled purr.

“Missed…you…too…” Phil tried his best to say, rubbing his cheek with yours, opening his eyes as he sensed you do so. Philip couldn’t help, just like every other time, staring deeply into your eyes for as long as he could.

#dbd #dbd x reader #dbd wraith #dbd philip ojomo #wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #smut

[tainted-in-a-sense]

Please no

Asking them not to cum inside

Tags: NSFW, +18, creampies, Daddy mentions, petnames, some could be interpreted pre entity

The Trapper - Evan

Your make out sessions with Evan always go a little farther than planned but this time him tearing your panties off and pinning you on the bed had you blurting out for him to 'at least not cum inside!'. His eyes were hazy as he leaned in and suffocated your pleading with a deep kiss. His tongue easily overpowered yours and ate up every whimper as you felt the fat head of his cock bullying its way through your tight entrance.

"Relax for me sweetheart, I've got so much to give you."

You thought he let up on kissing in order to speak but really it was only to give you enough air for moaning out his name as he sank more of his throbbing inches into you. He found a pace of fast short pumps made your impossibly tight grip even slicker. Your weak pleas of him not to cum only made things worse for you, he felt like doing the exact opposite.

His hips pound into you even faster and you can tell he's close from how tightly he's gripping your wrists. Your attempts to writhe out of his grip only set him off even more, he wants to cream your sweet hole so bad. There's no way you can fight against it and your soft body pressing against his muscles as you try to wiggle away aren't doing you any favors. You feel an orgasm building quick and you can't stop your hips from desperately trying to meet his. Breathlessly mouthing ' Evan please' you can't stop yourself from cumming as his rough strokes began to stutter. Evan groans above you, jerking somewhat as he pulls out quickly and shoots hot spurts of cum onto your belly. He'd never go against your wishes no matter how much it kills him but you're going to be covered in massive amounts of his seed as a result.

The Wraith - Philip

Yes he heard you say it, no he hasn't pulled out even though you're so close. When he begged you to let him go without a condom you agreed only after he agreed to pulling out. Philip's big and thick cock shoots an electric buzz through your body every time he bottoms out and he knows it. He knows your favorite strokes that scramble your mind and put you in a daze, especially if you start moaning about how its too much or if you want him to stop.

"You love this dick, don't you beautiful? Can't stop now, right? Not when you're sucking me in like there's no tomorrow."

Philip is an expert at teasing and stimulating all your most pleasurable spots at the same time. His mouth is devouring your neck leaving hot kisses and bites marks, one hand pinching and tweaking your hard nipples while the other holds your leg up so he can grind his cock deep into the spot that has your back arching. You can't concentrate on anything except the pleasure coursing throughout your whole body and when you cum your legs slip and lock around his waist holding him in place. You feel his weak attempt at pulling away your leg fail as he doubles over instead, with how thick he is you can't help but feel him pulsing against your walls, each thick spurt of cum being milked out as he fills you up. When he's back in his right mind he's stuttering and apologizing profusely, he promises to take full responsibility for what he's done.

The Deathslinger- Caleb

Convinced you to do a little bit cock warming with him since you said you didn't want him 'fuckin' and cummin' inside ya', his words not yours. Loves when his baby girl sits pretty on his lap all jittery and flustered because Daddy's big dick is so filling. Fondles your breast and toys with your bud until you're staining his pants with how wet you are.

"You're makin' a mess sweetheart." He'll grunt while bitting into your neck to focus on something other than how much pre you have him dripping.

The more he teases you the tighter you become, constricting around his throbbing inches almost painfully. The action illicit nonstop filthy curses and teasing in your ear

"Are ya really gonna cum from just sittin' there doll?"

You can't help but wiggle your hips at Caleb's words knowing he's close too. He's trying his hardest to hold back at your request but you feel so good. He has the decency to tell you when his going go cum and its up to you if you want to hop off or not. No matter what you choose he'll cum hard while moaning your name with a few curses.

The Oni -Kazan

Kazan loves the feeling of your beautiful soft skin against his, you leaning back against his chest and heating up at his ministration has his blood quickly pumping to the most immoral of places.

He derives pure pleasure from the indecent faces you make as his hands slowly snake their way through your loose clothing. Not an inch of you is left untouched and he won't stop until his hands are completely coated in your arousal. You're so sensitive towards his every touch, if he were a lesser man he may have gone mad at being so patient.

Only when your whispers of his name are barely coherent does he know you're more than ready for his cock. There's no need for him to do anything other than line himself up; you'd been stroking him in kind the entire time, mewling and panting for him like an animal in heat. He only stalls slightly when his bulbous flushed head graze against your quivering entrance and you weakly pleaded for him not to finish inside. Spears you on his cock immediately and with your wanton moans drowning out his growls he starts a slow rhythm of deep strokes.

"You are mine Y/n. Every bit of you will take all of me."

Valiant effort but Kazan refuses not to experience the ecstasy of cumming with the one he loves.

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight smut #dbd evan macmillan #dbd trapper #dbd trapper x reader #evan macmillan x reader #dbd wraith #dbd wraith x reader #philip ojomo #philip ojomo x reader #dbd deathslinger #caleb quinn #deathslinger x reader #caleb quinn x reader #dbd the oni #dbd oni #kazan yamaoka #kazan yamaoka x reader #oni x reader #dbd oni x reader

[wifeyifey]

How about the trickster, Wraith, Doctor, and Pyramid Head when they s/o is injured because of someone else thank youuuu

Heyooooo!! I greatly apologize for how long this took. Life has been crazy for me lately. Anyways, I hope you like this!!

Authors note: honestly was thinking about the scene from TWD where Glenn dies when I was writing the Trickster's part cause I saw it recently and I got sad lol

Warnings: mentions of blood but nothing graphic/ explicitly written

Trickster:

Ji-Woon may be a sadistic man, but he firmly stands by “no one can hurt them but me,” motto. So when you guys are in a trial together, he is living la vida loca. He loves the chase and he always leaves you for last and until you’re the last person, he tends to tease you with either a harsh smack to your ass or a small knick to your exposed skin with a throwing knife, it just depends on how he’s feeling at the moment. 

Today, he’s feeling a little flirty and has been giving you the usual butt smack, but also the occasional grope. The shock on your face afterwards is absolutely priceless and now he’s thinking of making this a normal greeting to you in the trials you share. It definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by the other survivors in the trial. Especially since they all hate being in trials with you two. You usually get special treatment and the flirting can be an eye sore after a while. You get it, you really do, but some of them are taking it out on you and you don’t particularly think it's fair considering how often you help them in all the trials. Ji-Woon was chasing after Ashley when he noticed you ahead of them. Ashley also noticed you in the distance and immediately sped up to where you were. Neither Ji-Woon or you expected what had happened next. Ashley grabbed you and roughly turned you both around and threw you into Ji-Woon who was already swinging his bat and ended up with you getting knocked out. While Ji-Woon was worried about you being unconscious, he put you up against a locker and ran after Ashley. It took no time to get the guy and stab him just enough to keep him alive. Ji-Woon dragged him by his hair over to where he left you. 

You groaned as you woke up, feeling blood dripping down your face and a raging headache. You were trying to clear the black spots from your vision when you heard a voice singing nearby as it slowly got closer. Your vision finally starts getting clearer when you see the flashy yellow leather jacket come into view. “Ahh, my sweet angel, you woke up just in time for the show,” Ji-Woon smirked down at you. He set his bat up against the locker next to you as he dropped Ashley next to you and kneeled down next to you. “T-The show?” you asked. Ji-Woon looked down at you with a small frown, noticing the clear pain you’re in. It’s different when it's intentional, but this time it wasn't and he was going to take out the anger on Ashley while you watch. “Jagi… this is for you darling,” Ji-Woon said before giving a cheeky wink and started to beat Ashley. 

By the time Ji-Woon finished, you were feeling sick from watching. The screams gave you a headache and there was blood falling from your face that wasn’t yours. You knew it wasn’t going to be too fun to deal with Ashley once you got back to the survivors camp, but it's also known that they shouldn’t try to do silly tricks with Ji-Woon as the recipient. Lots of you tried to see what the limits were with the killers and Ji-Woon was not one to mess with. Especially when it comes to you. You were off limits and everyone knew that. Or so you thought. You were still lost in thought staring at the bloody heap that once looked human when you felt yourself being picked up bridal style and you looked into the eyes of your feral man. “Did you enjoy yourself baby? Did you hear those screams? They were great, but not as pleasing to the ears as yours,” he sighed as he walked to a more secluded area. “Uh, it was quite the show Ji,” you quietly said as he sat you down on a short wall where you were eye level with him. 

He looked deeply into your eyes as he put his hands on the sides of your head and gently moved it to where he can see the damage to your head. He smacked his teeth in annoyance at the clear gash on the top of your scalp. He kissed your forehead as he went to grab a med pack he saw on the way over. Once he’s back, he quickly makes work on wrapping your head and giving small apologies when you hissed at the pain. “Ta-dah! You are healed!” he said doing jazz hands with a flashy smile on his face. You let out a snort at that. “Yeah with a swing like yours, I’m lucky to still have my head.” His smile didn’t fall as his left eye twitched at your comment. He, however, softened his smile as he rested his hands on your thighs. “You know I would never hurt you that bad. I know I can be a dick, but I do love you, jagiya,” he said as he leaned in to brush a surprisingly soft, sweet kiss to your lips. He pulled back slightly and rested his forehead against yours. You let out a small giggle before blurting out, “if only you were nice like this all the time.” Ji-Woon immediately pulled back, looked you dead in the eyes, and turned around to walk away, “good luck getting to see that side again!” “W-Wait! What? You can tease, but I can’t? Hey! I said wait!!” you hopped off the wall and ran up to him and jumped onto his back and wrapped your limbs around him causing you both to laugh as he just continued walking with you attached to him.

Wraith:

Philip could sense you the moment you stepped foot into his realm. You could say he has “Y/N senses”. Knowing you’re here, he transported to where you were at the edge of his realm. He was excited as the past few days, he hasn’t been able to see you because of the trials making it impossible to have time together. Either he was in a trial when you weren’t or you were in a trial when he wasn’t. He just missed you and couldn’t wait to gather you in his arms. However, when he transported to you, he was not expecting to see you in clear discomfort. He knows every now and then that the survivors can be hurt for a little while after a trial before they get properly healed, but he’s never seen you in this much pain before. 

You look up at Philip with a wobbly smile and tears in your eyes. You limped towards him when a sharp pain shot up your leg making you gasp. Philip’s arm shot straight out to grab you as you nearly fell forward. Philip pulled you into him and you sighed feeling his warmth surrounding you and wrapped your arms around his torso. He grunted at you to get you to look up at him. You can see how worried he is through his expression. “Oh Philip. It was such a tiring trial and I missed you so much.” He missed you so much and he knew that he wanted to just take care of you until you’re healed and spend his time spoiling you with his affection. He leaned down to you and rubbed his nose against yours sweetly before picking you up and transporting into the wreck yard building with the sound of his bell. 

Once inside, he put you down onto the makeshift bed you guys had put together a while ago. He leaned down to look at your blood-soaked wrapped up ankle. He carefully reached down and knew who the culprit was immediately. The bite marks of a bear trap are obvious and deep. He let out a small sigh as he grabbed some rags that were lying around to replace the tattered and soaked through gauze. He knew there wasn’t much for him to do to help and you knew that as well. It was just a waiting game at this point. “I’m sure you could’ve guessed it was a trial with Evan,” you were brought to this ‘world’ with your old childhood friend, the one that everyone knows as The Trapper. “Evan wrapped me up after the trial when I started heading here,” you pause, “he’s still looking out for me after all these years.. I hate that he still sees me as that clumsy little kid he met so long ago.” You let out a small laugh thinking about all the times he had taken care of your scraped knees and twisted ankles. Philip and Evan had a small, non-verbal agreement to always have an eye out for you. They both understand your importance to each other and Philip is happy that you have someone else that takes care of you out of genuine love for you.

You can already feel your ankle heal as the pain is finally subsiding and you can tell the wounds are closing up. You let out a groan of relief because now you can move it freely without wincing in pain. Philip was pleased knowing that you were feeling better and laid down in front of you on the bed and wrapped himself around you. His arms brought you closer to him as he breathed in your scent. You moved your head back a bit so that Philip could look you in the eyes. He loved the softness of your eyes when you were relaxed and in his arms. The past few days of not seeing each other made you both crave each other’s presence to the max and now that you are both in the present and wrapped in each other’s arms, you both couldn’t be happier. You both rubbed your noses together and then rested your foreheads together as you both breath in the moment.

Doctor:

Herman is definitely the best one to take care of an injured significant other. I know he specializes in psychology, but I feel like he knows basic first aid and has the facility to take care of these things. Especially considering his dear significant other is a survivor, they tend to get hurt quite often. However, he knows he can’t control what the other killers do when it comes to their trials, but he knows he can scare the other survivors to keep their hands to themselves.

When you finally got out of the trial you were in, he didn’t expect you to look so shell-shocked as you walked up to his desk. Herman stood up and slowly walked up to you and put his hands on your arms. “Are you ok my love?” he asked, trying to meet your far off gaze. You couldn’t even respond as you just shook at the thoughts of dealing with that damned creepy clown. He got you just as you were about to run out the gate. Being mori’d by that bastard makes you sick. Taking your pinky makes you want to throw up knowing he’s possibly sucking on it again. Herman’s eyes ran over your body in worry trying to see if there was anything physically wrong and noticed your wrapped up hand. He gently grabbed it and unwrapped the gauze. As he was finishing unwrapping he saw that your pinky was gone and put all the pieces together. He knew of your fear of the clown. For some reason, you’ve been able to avoid trials with him since you and Herman have been together, so it's the first time he’s seen you like this.

With a small sigh Herman brought you over to his desk and touched his nose against your cheek before going to grab some pain numbing ointment that he remembered having and some fresh gauze. Herman grabbed your chin and lifted your head up so he could look you in the eyes as he said, “I’m sorry that you had to deal with that creature of a clown.” You teared up a little thinking about the genuine fear you have when dealing with that guy. Herman rubbed his thumbs against your cheeks and placed his forehead against yours before he pulled away to take care of your hand. 

After finishing the rewrap and putting his supplies away he sat down at the chair of his desk in front of you and patted his lap. You got off the top of the desk and eased your way across his lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He moved one hand to rest on your thigh and rubbed his thumb against it in small circles. “Thank you Herman,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and tucking your head on his shoulder. “Anything for you darling.”

Pyramid Head:

Pyramid Head is definitely one of the killers here that no one messed. Killers and survivors alike. However, you’re an exception. You’re his lover and everyone is cautious of that. All but a few killers know not to cross a line when it comes to you since they don’t want to deal with the wrath of Pyramid Head. 

Today was a slow day for you and you thought maybe you would be lucky and not have a trial for a whole day. Unfortunately, as soon as you finished that thought, the fog consumed you and brought you to Haddonfield map. Probably one of the least scary maps in your opinion. Not yet knowing who the killer was always made you a little nervous, so you started working out your nerves by working on the generators. Sadly, you’re still on edge so you get startled by Vittorio coming up behind you, thus messing up the wiring and the generator combusting. “Vitto! You scared me,” you said, almost embarrassed. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said genuinely. You both quickly started repairing it as you guys heard a scream far in the distance so you know the killer isn’t too close yet.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that no one went to help the person that got hooked so you left Vitto to finish up this generator as you made your way towards the person you can hear still struggling. Thank goodness you found the med pack on the way there and it looks like you made it just in time to save Steve. You got him off the hook and started making quick work on healing him, “hey kiddo, sorry I didn’t get here that fast-” “It’s ok, you got me. That’s all that matters,” he said. You’ve always had a soft spot for the younger ones here as it must be so hard being in a place like this, plus they were pretty nice kids so you took on the older sibling role for them.

Finally finishing with healing Steve, you guys got up and you were about to guide him to a generator to work on when you felt your heart rate increase. You both made eye contact and ran off in a random direction together just trying to escape the vicinity. You could hear and feel the heavy footsteps of the killer and immediately knew it was your monster man. That doesn’t change the fact that he would still do his job and hook you. Steve was just ahead of you when you pointed out the palette making him go in that direction with you still right behind him and Pyramid Head trudging behind you. However, you don’t think Steve knew that you were in close proximity because he dropped the palette on top of you. You groaned in pain and Pyra did not have the best reaction to you getting hurt by someone else. He nearly roared in rage when he broke the palette that was on top of you. Steve didn’t even get the chance to apologize before you told him to run.

Pyra leaned down to lift you up enough to sit you against the wall. You had blood dripping down from a small cut on your forehead. Pyramid Head was about to go after Steve when you grabbed his free arm and started rambling out, “wait! H-He didn’t mean to hurt me, big guy. It was an accident, he would never do that on purpose.” Pyra could hear the honesty in your tone and he rested his hand against your cheek and brushed his thumb against your cheekbone. “It’s ok bub. Give me a minute and you can hook me, ok?” He let out a little groan as his tongue poked out the open corner of the pyramid and caressed your other cheek. You both knew the deal when in a trial together and he always hooked you just to get you out of the trial faster. Not many survivors make it out when he’s the killer and he doesn’t want you to go through the stress of these trials. Although, for now, he’s going to bask in this small moment with you.

Anyways lmk what y’all think!! Requests are closed! You can put in a request but anything after 3/15 is going to take a little while

#dbd x reader #pyramid head x reader #wraith x reader #Philip ojomo x reader #Herman Carter x reader #trickster x reader #jiwoon hak x reader

[daughterofyeshuaa]

HIII, if you're still taking requests, can I request all separate Ji-Woon, Danny, Frank and Phillip with a fem!reader that is constantly being picked on by a survivor. Like, said survivor always pushes the reader towards the killer, never heals them or helps them get off hook and no one realized this until the killers started to notice a pattern?

if it's too specific you can ignore!! 💛

OH BOY OH BOYYYYY

Ji-Woon Hak

At first, Ji-Woon was confused yet pleased when it seemed like you "threw yourself" at him.

When you'd beg him to stop, he wouldn't budge and would still hook you.

Eventually he noticed a pattern and saw a survivor straight up sandbag you. You turned to him, scared for your life but instead of hurting you, he chased after the survivor that bullied you and hooked her.

You BOTH facecamped said survivor as he hit them with knifes.

He'd kiss the top of your head

"No one besides me is allowed to hurt her"

Danny Johnson

Now as evil as Danny is, he hated sabotage and betrayal (like any other human)

When he saw the survivor t-bag you on hook, he'd force them to unhook you and threatened them if they came near you again, he'd slaughter them and make sure the Entity never revives them again

You were the only survivor Danny liked because you were absolutely cracked.

He'd assure you that they were only jealous at your looping skills.

Frank Morrison

When you were crying outside a trial, Frank couldn't heko but be curious.

He approached you quickly and aggressively, claiming you're hurting his ears.

You explain that you're being bullied during trails.

This man didn't give a rat's ass at first, finding it amusing.

Eventually, he managed to feel pity for you and that survivor had a little visit from the Legion.

He'd pat your head, and after being pressured by Julie, he'd hug you to comfort you.

Philip Ojomo

He's the world's biggest softy (as portrayed in the dating sim and seeing as he's FORCED to kill) so ofc he'd be mad.

At first, it went over his head until a survivor bm'ed you on hook and t-bagged.

He killed the survivor immediately, morring them in front of you. No one helped you and you got sacrificed.

Outside of the trail, he saw you crying and comforted you, saying in future trails he won't go after you.

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dbd #dead by daylight #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #philip ojomo #Philip Ojomo x reader #Frank morrison #frank morrison x reader #The Legion #The Wraith #Trickster

[ideasvoid]

Hello! Hope you don't mind but can you write Wraith, Doctor, and or Deathslinger with an s/o that was once blind pre-entity but upon entering it's realm, they're mistaken for a killer due to their... Less then human eyes that the Entity granted em in order to see?

(Also, wanted to say that some your other writings are great!)

Of course my dear! Thank you for your kind words.

I’m going to go with the idea that the readers eyes look similar to Maurice’s eyes, as that’s the only reference we currently have of the entity giving things eyes.

Bhvr give us the horse back. Also I made moodboards for the characters to use instead of gifs :D I think they’re neat.

Tw - a rude comment by Herman.

The Wraith - Philip Ojomo

Philip loomed among the trees, watching intently as the fog rolled unnaturally to reveal a path, breaking open his realm to allow another entrance. The crunching of leaves replaced with the dull thumps of shoes on dry dirt.

He watched you step into his realm, his world. He watched as you instinctively reach your hands out, to reach to feel things you could now see for the first time. It mesmerized him.

Truly, he adored you. He would have adored you as you were just as he adored you now.

He stood from his spot, catching your attention. You flinch and it makes his heart skink. Slowly, he raises a hand to hold it out to you. You ease yourself moving to take his hand, moving your fingers over the scarred, mud caked hands that have caused so much pain. Yet you look at him like he is the sun, marvelling at him in the quiet moments you share. And he watched you carefully, looking over your face and into your eyes.

Your eyes.

They haunt his dreams in the best and worst ways. Pulled to this realm sightless and confused, only for the creature above to pluck your eyes from you and switch them with replacements crafted from the very same fog that imprisoned you.

Philip stepped forward, a hand raising to caress your cheek. The wraith leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your head. He worries for you, worries until he is sick while you are away in trials. He fears that the entity will grow bored in her hunger and steal away your new found sight. His grandmother always did tell him was a horrible worrier.

You leaned into his touch, and he felt himself ease. He would always worry, that he knew. But so long as you were in his arms, would simply adore you.

The Doctor - Herman Carter

The halls of Lery’s Memorial Institute echoed with the sounds of shutters clattering and the idle, ambient sound of electricity humming. Herman sat at his desk, writing down his observations of the day. His eyes flicked to you as you looked around the room from your spot on the edge of his desk.

He was fascinated by you, just as much as he was infatuated. You were a particularly interesting case due to your eyes, unnatural and unnerving in their design yet captivating all the same. He wondered how the world was from your perspective, the deviation between what you had imagined from what was true.

Herman lifted a hand to catch your chin, pulling your attention towards him. He watched you gaze travel along the cables embedded in his skin, twisting and tunnelling the electricity through his body, and to his face. Oh how he must have been a terrifying sight for you, his features pulled taut into a freakish display. Yet you looked at him and smiled. So very interesting.

You had been surprisingly patient with his incessant questions. Droning on and on about how he had this thought or that, you were almost amazed he had gone so long without even attempting to ask if he could remove one for study. You assumed he already knew the answer. You watched as he jotted down more notes, his hand still on your chin, lulling you in a quiet comfort as he worked. It almost startled you when he spoke. “Have your little playmates settled down with your presence yet?”

His question had caught you off guard, was he - checking up on you? Yes the two of you were sort of a thing but Herman was still… Herman. Most of the time he seemed wholly uninterested in your life outside the institute - hell, he didn’t even bother to remember the names of the few other survivors who weren’t too scared to speak to you in the beginning. Simply referring to them by belittling titles or by parts of their appearance. Bill, while being a laughably easy name to remember, was referred to only as “the old one” and on one occasion, while Herman was in a particularly foul mood, as “lung cancer”.

“Most have” you started, fiddling with the edge of your shirt “some of them think I’m not real, like the entity made me to do - I don’t know, something.” He watched you from the corner of his eye, writing your response down before releasing his hold on you. The Doctor folded his hands together and fixed you a look “does that bother you?” It was another odd question. Was he concerned or was he evaluating you? You thought a moment. It was understandable that they would worry, as far as they were all aware you could have been a killer. That didn’t stop that weight in the pit of your stomach from getting a little heavier every time someone scoots away from you.

You couldn’t read his expression but you did notice the way his eyes darted towards one the shelves. One you had been told held all his findings on you and your fellow survivors. Herman stared intensely, watching for a change of emotion. He turned away looking back down to the document laid out on the desk. “Does that bother you?” It was his turn to be examined and it was very clear Herman didn’t like it. Still - he gave it a moment of thought, tilting his head side to side as his ever turning brain settled on a response.

“Yes.”

The Deathslinger - Caleb Quinn

The calls of vultures sounded throughout the arid landscape of Glenvale, or at least the calls of whatever strange replication the entity had created did. Picking away at bodies that never seemed to decay under the scorching fake sun above. Noisy things, even the fake ones.

Surprisingly you had taken a great liking to the creatures. Unbothered by their scavenger ways, and instead watching the how their feathers would stick up right before they roused or how they’d tilt their heads so far to the side you almost worried they’d fall over. You were enamoured by them.

Caleb watched you from his place on the saloon steps, idly chipping at a piece of wood with his pocket knife. He didn’t understand the intrigue of such things. They were just birds, loud, obnoxious, and at times just downright mean, birds. He’d shoo them away if they cared enough to even pretend to fear him. Yet you still would creep up to watch and look back at him excitedly every time one would shake its tail feathers or accepted whatever rotted offering you held.

He almost hated how it made his heart flutter or force a content smile on his face. That black, vile part of his soul that fuelled his hatred told him that he should rid himself of this distraction. He never listened to it of course, it was the same damn thing that had gotten him into this mess. No, Caleb had feelings for you - special feelings that were reserved for you and you alone.

He could somewhat understand the fascination if you had lived somewhere vultures weren’t common, added by the fact that you probably had only seen one the first time you had been brought to trial. So the opportunity to see them up close must have been special. You had even taken to naming them all, more than he could remember but he did know you were currently looking at “Barf”. It certainly suited it.

He could still remember the first time he’d seen you, almost pulling death to Bayshore’s trigger prematurely out of surprise. The fact that you were new wasn’t the thing that had startled him, it had been the otherworldly gaze that stared back. It had scared him to his core in a way that only a man raised on Irish Catholicism could explain, even in this twisted world. Those eyes that had been the first thing to scare him since he had entered this place and yet now they were things that he correlated to the one good thing in this hell.

Caleb returned his gaze to the half finished carving, turning it this way and that in inspection. The wooden vulture wouldn’t be done for a bit, but if you truly liked them, then he would tolerate them.

#dbd imagines #dbd x reader #slasher fic #the wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #the doctor x reader #herman carter x reader #the deathslinger x reader #caleb quinn x reader #Hallowsden #wren writes #i’m sorry this took so long #Herman was giving me so much trouble this time. #i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless #<3

[hiraethhh-h]

philip (the wraith) with a gn!s/o who doesn’t come back after he hooks them (HCs)

@demonbitterbite asked: can I make where the killers s/o’s gets permanently killed by the entity. But maybe they were the ones that placed them on the hooked but their s/o doesn’t come back.

i defaulted it to just philip bc philip angst <3

due to you and philip’s relationship, there were times during matches when he occasionally lets you off easy

maybe he pulls an ‘oops i didn’t make it to the hook in time so you get to wiggle off’ or ‘oops i couldn’t find the hatch before you did’

but other than that, philip is all business during your trials together

to set the scene, it was another normal match in the suffocation pit

you were on a generator with david, the bulky male boasting about his life before being taken into the fog

when the engine roared to life, you were quick to depart from david, wanting to get started on another generator

you heard the soft tell-tale bing bong behind you, philip’s cloak disappearing as he appeared in a shimmer of orange

you turned around and gave him a small wave and smile before bolting it for the nearest tile with philip hot on your heels

something down in your gut told you that something was… off, but you brushed it off and simply labeled it as ‘trial paranoia’

you looped him and inevitably were downed by philip

you knew philip had a job to do, so you harbored no hard feelings towards him when the time came for him to hook or mori you

you struggled in philip’s grasp as per usual, screaming when he slammed you on a hook

philip cast you a glance before striking his bell and disappearing

you waited for someone to come save you, but no one did

soon enough, you were taken by the Entity

philip knew that sometimes, the survivors failed to save their teammates during trials, but he knew that they had countless openings to save you from being sacrificed

yet no one did anything

for the remainder of the trial, philip was consumed by his anger and showed your ‘teammates’ no mercy

once it was all over, philip ventured near the survivors’ campfire to whisk you away

you could imagine how confused he was when he didn’t see you seated near the roaring fire

philip never saw you in the forest on his way there, but he checked the surrounding area to just to be sure

when you didn’t turn up, philip couldn’t help but panic

where the fuck did you go? had you accidentally wandered off into another killer’s realm? or were you kidnapped by another killer?

philip immediately cloaked himself and ventured to each realm, continuing his journey after trials he was transported to

nothing. absolutely nothing.

he returned to autohaven, his long dead heart heavy with grief

you were just… gone.

philip mourned the loss of you, his performance during trials diminishing

of course, he was punished by the poor quality of his ‘work’

the Entity allowed no excuses, and so, it used philip’s grief against him

mirages of you began to appear, in and out of trials

whenever philip would try to touch you and sometimes approach you, you would simply disappear, as if you were never there

love was something scarce to come across in the Entity’s realm, and it almost always ended in tragedy.

#bee's requests #dead by daylight #dbd #dead by daylight x reader #dbd x reader #philip ojomo #philip ojomo x reader #the wraith #dbd the wraith #dead by daylight the wraith #the wraith x reader

[devotedlysizzlingkitty]

Saving deja vu

Philip Ojomo x Reader Y/N

tags: Fluff, Dark, painful memories, mentions of death, gentle kiss

I'm new here, I'm bad at designing posts. I hope the post will be readable and all the Wraith's favorites will see it. Enjoy reading!

The generator is almost repaired, it remains to connect the last wires, the heart begins to accelerate the rhythm.

    Silence.

– One, one left... – Y/n mutters almost in a whisper, only moving her lips.

    Silence. She scares, makes you sit in suspense, pricking up your ears. Sometimes silence is even scarier than death itself.

    Y/N hates silence.

She was left alone. Everyone bleeds on dirty hooks. Are they still hoping for salvation? Would she have the courage to save at least someone?

    Her throat is dry, and she tries to breathe as quietly as possible. Nervously looks back – but there is no one there. And not a single movement, not a sound. Even the dry grass does not rustle.

   Although they are also playing against a Wraith, who in a few minutes sneaked up on Bill, right at the generator, caught up with Feng and Dwight from behind. He is no less dangerous than the others. And if such as a Hunter, noticeable from afar, a Hillbilly whose chainsaw is heard all over the neighborhood, then he is literally your shadow, chasing everywhere, but giving the moment to attack. And the fact that you don't feel safe, it puts a lot of pressure on your mind.

     The poisonous, artificial sun has started to get hot, or so it seems to her.

«Feng is on the hook nearby, behind the barn, I will be able to save her, and then we will split up to different gates...»

Before Y/N's conscience could reproach her for her dishonorable escape alone, there was a terrible ringing of a tambourine behind her.

«Holy shit!»

   There was very little left for a complete repair of the generator, as much as a nimble killer to get to it. She won't make it, she won't make it any more.

«NO, NO!» – thoughts screamed madly, fear was harassing the soul, already grabbing it with spider paws.

“Why, why exactly on the verge of hope! Why did you wait, damn you?!„

   It was insulting and annoying, and then anger covered over, overriding other feelings, including fear. It has always been so. There were no barriers to Y/N's rage. Emotionally unstable, this is her lifelong heaviness, an immortal part of her.

    They are just worthless dolls, not just entities, but the hunters themselves, who... Just smaller pawns who don't know how to do almost anything. Except for: running away, screaming from the ghostly pain in the bleeding wounds, which are like real, but the next round will be tightened again, as if they did not exist. But the wounds in the soul remain, and when there is no living place left on it, and they will break, they will just ...

With a furious growl, she turns towards the sound, with the desire to throw out the emotions that have simply rolled over, but the fierce words will get stuck in her throat.

“Well, will you kill me, bastard?! Come on, damn it, I don't care anymore!„

    He scares with one look, tall and almost imperceptible. Even now, when the tambourine has already rung in his hands. His eyes through the mask with incomprehensible growths shine white mad, capable of piercing the artificial night of the Essence and right now they are the ones that sting the soul. They are practically no decayed mirrors of a burnt soul. Azarov's axe in the form of a repulsive human spine bleeds black, blood that casts a kind of rust in the farmer's sun.

   A dark old mask with white stripes masks the dead face of a man who once had no soul.

    Behind it hides a dead yellowed face that no one has ever loved. But one day, maybe...

   How does an Entity choose murderers?

It just takes sinners with mutilated souls and tears them to pieces completely, mutilates them, leaving only some former parts of the body, giving a new appearance before releasing them into the arena as hounds.

   Fear. So sticky and really ghostly, it just made me feel creepy when I looked at this unfortunate, no, maniac.

    And she stands, as motionless as he is. And there's plenty of time. The generator is already standing behind, forgotten and unnecessary. He is absent from thoughts.

    A slight rustle, the rustle of clothes, which the fleeing victim hardly caught - just not up to it. Small, unhurried steps towards the waiting girl.

   Not victims.

   Along with the light right now, the rage and cruelty aimed at killing has passed. The trace of it is only blood. But even then, the mutilated heart was not beating under the influence of adrenaline from the chase. It was always weak, just like an old and ancient mechanism, beating in a spacious, dried-up chest. Not knowing heat and light. Cold, like an empty and damp cell in eternal winter.

   She can't hear his breathing under the mask, and not even a sound comes from the killer's counterpart. He waits in silence, slowly inhaling oxygen into his lungs for old times' sake. He is not here and this is an attempt by the entity to make its measurements look like real ones.

   Somewhere on the edge of Ojomo's consciousness, faded visions of the past were huddled. No, not the ones when he repaired cars and processed scrap metal, but a little different time. A new beginning, in which hope shone with a pure, bright light.

    And now the agony and rage are all evaporating. It's like she's a lemon that's been squeezed to the last drop. And as if there is no greed inherent in her life, as if only her shell with a small fraction of reason remained.

   She is a pure, innocent soul.

   Touches responded in the mind, the subconscious with a bright flash of deja vu, which also abruptly faded, not giving the opportunity to see itself. The past. He was also deprived, forcibly taken away from him, the most significant part of a person. The victims have only the traits of temperament that have grown to their essence, their human vices and sins, or maybe the echoes of painful events that influenced those very habits. Well, and, a specialty like Claudette, who devoted her whole life to science. Sometimes they go hand in hand. Bill, when he was in Vietnam, was it self-esteem...

these episodes could not be amnesia, no. No way. That piece of Y/n's past can't be missed, no. Episodes, if you realize that their second participant is a murderer, are covered with a crust of nasty moss, exude gloomy horror.

    But she is not going to be afraid of him, she is not going to perceive him as a bloodthirsty hunter, a stupid toy of the Essence.

    And no, she won't regret it.

It presses harder into the fabric of the torn raincoat, tormented by time. There is a pressure in her movements to stay here longer. Both of them.

    Fragments of the past cut through the clouded consciousness of the hunter, returning to him a share of the light of his past life, returned humanity to him.

The silence of the killer ends when in the reality of the Spider, and not in his memories, he feels someone's warmth next to him. Human. Pleasant.

   Involuntarily, he shudders, not used to it in any way.

It is a blessing, this dumb joy that in the cruel world of Essence you have understood everything, as if you realized a dream, although you do not yet know how to get out of it, how to wake up.

    But the sure weapon chasing him from the dark part of the past is still in his hands. The ghost squints at him, feeling terrible hatred inside, and in the next seconds he throws him somewhere to the side, where he will get lost in the dry grass. But it won't disappear. At least for a little while, until the satisfied, satiated lady of this world takes away the third person who did not survive and until the hatch opens, does not succumb to the power on the Gate...

   Again returns her gaze to Y/N's, who entered his life as unexpectedly as then, or rather, returned. There was a hint of hope in her eyes, and now glee lit up when she saw that he was unarmed. Philip, bypassing her, raises his leg and hits the generator several times, causing the Survivor some surprise. Now the device is motionless and unscientific. Hush.

  He turned around and gently, unhurriedly grabbed her just below the ribs, lifted her in his arms. While there is still time... And he put them on the generator, now their faces were on the same level. Her eyes–expressive green, now looked straight into his white abysses. She tried to remember what the man's memories were like, what they had been like before, but to no avail. And then Y/N began to examine the mutilated and dark, like the mist itself, face. Irregularities, thin, barely noticeable lips and a neat nose. White stripes crisscrossed it, as if uneven paint strokes had been applied to it. And above that, strange growths rose up on the forehead, as if real wax had merged with the body. It wasn't scary, like everything else. It only caused sorrow and sadness. The girl only wanted to squeeze into him more, grab him in an embrace, feel that native warmth again, calm down and take away his pain. Forget about your own.

    As if reading her thoughts, Ojomo touches first. His hands slid higher on his shoulder blades, hesitantly and unhurriedly. He did not dare to touch other places, especially his thighs, he decided that this gesture would be rude and...

   As if receiving a new breath of air, the girl clung to him, wrapping her arms around him, feeling the old fabric of the cloak under her fingers, pulling him closer to her. She pressed her chest, as if finding her salvation. Without thinking about anything, she distinctly felt the booming beats in her chest. Increased heartbeat.

“What's your name?„ – hear her voice, which still broke out of the pale lips.

   The coolness comes from him, so pleasant, and some kind of confused mixture of smells: it seems to be engine oil and something else - an echo of the past.

   Unlike all aspects of the Essence world, everyone remembered their names.

And yes, he answered, right in my ear, without thinking for a long time. On exhalation, in a slightly hoarse voice, broken, so familiar.

«Ojomo... Yes. Exactly. There, in the old neighborhood of East St. Louis, near the Racker Dump.»

   Memories climbed into consciousness so violently, as if a film was being played, showing a film on a white canvas. Not so blurry anymore.

It's an unusually hot day for a gloomy city. A light breeze. There is a bit of noise in the central area, a few people come across on the way along a narrow road made of old gray brick, already cracked from time. A bright sign of Domino's Pizza – one of the most pleasant and good cafes in the area. There were quite a few cheerful and joyful people inside, like some kind of holiday. But the girl was somehow not up to them, only one person was important to her, who had attracted all her attention for several days. Which occupied all her thoughts.

– Phil, Chicken Ranch or Meat?

– Choose which one you want. – He said with a slight smile, without taking his eyes off Y/N.

From the wheezing speaker, which was the only drawback in this institution, came the pleasant and melodious voice of Freddie Mercury.

The Queen song was the last thing that made the day just perfect.

The sun was always shinin' — we just lived for fun

Sometimes it seems like lately — I just don't know

The rest of my life's been just a show

Those were the days of our lives

The bad things in life were so few

Those days are all gone now but one thing is true

When I look and I find I still love you

Only she had gone too far, seen too much. Everything is completely against the rules of the Entity. She was overtaken by a terrible headache, abruptly and suddenly.

   It was as if the film was scratched, cut, everything was damaged by interference, what was happening was distorted. The entity also wanted to spoil the world of the past. Create a crazy psychedelic out of it. Destroy it completely.

   The voice became hoarse, gradually changed. Perverted, became ugly

You can't turn back the clock

You can't turn back the tide

Ain't that a shame

I'd like to go back one time on a roller coaster ride

   Completely unfamiliar, less and less like a human, the voice of the beloved soloist of the song native to the heart becomes disgusting. And this brought even more pain than the headache. Together, he poured poison into the soul experiencing madness. He claimed that it would not be possible to get out again.

When life was just a ga-

– Hey? Hey?!

    When she heard a worried Philip trying to reach her, she realized that she had been screaming terribly for the last few seconds, forcing and begging to stop. She was still scared and feverish, and her heart was beating as if during terror. She screamed violently, as her throat was dry. Y/N seemed to have woken up from a nightmare, the consequences of the experience did not leave her head, she was under the impression, it was difficult to move away from the shock. And although she was in the world of Essence, feeling Philip next to her, she was able to breathe calmly, relax her shoulders...

   She was tortured so well, she realized that she was terribly battered when men's hands touched her cheek to wash wet tracks. She hadn't cried in a long time. She kept everything to herself.

   She lit up with the hope of finding peace, shedding light on her existence like an ouroboros, and suffered an attempt at insanity. I almost went crazy. Is it possible here? Or will the Spider only touch her dolls, comparable to tearing off their limbs and screwing them back?

«What can I do for you, how can I ease your pain?» – The Wraith was restless, wanting to ease the pain, but not knowing how to do it. He was powerless.

Lately, he only brought pain without thinking about it, deliberately fenced himself off, hiding his soul from everything.

    The only thing he could do and wanted to do was bend down, get closer and, erasing the painful traces of tears, express his love. So he did. Hesitantly, scorching the skin with cold breath, he touched other girls' lips with the same icy lips. Does it please her? He almost forgot what tenderness and affection are, how careless and against him?

It seems that the girl's feelings are the strongest, as she ardently responded to his kiss, deepening it, inflaming and giving Philip courage. In these moments, it's as if he becomes another, not a mutilated Killer.

   Until a piercing scream rang out in the neighborhood, reminding of a victim defeated by huge spider paws. There's even less time...

“You have to go.”

“No, no, there is time.” – She pleads hoarsely, clutching at him, snuggling and only then finding peace.

    He doesn't want to leave her either.

   Power is supplied, the hatch is near the building. The thought beats in the brain that after the expiration of time, Y/N will damage the essence, herself – will pierce her fragile body with clawed paws. Piercing the very heart.

  Philip grabs her by the hips and lifts her off the generator like a doll. She holds onto his shoulders securely. I wanted to ask on impulse: where and why, but I didn't. Not to the hook...

not to the hook, right?

  But there was no panic. I didn't want anything. Just stay close.

   After walking a few meters and bypassing the hut, the killer put the girl on her feet. Looking down, Y/N noticed the black abyss of the hatch.

   A couple more seconds... Just a couple of seconds... For which she is attracted to Ojomo again, looks into his face without fear and horror, but with a completely different, old and almost forgotten, but familiar to him, in her eyes.

“See you later, Philip.”

   A pleasant warmth is coliting somewhere under the breast, but it is not painful at all. This is the warmth of his former life, bright feelings, which will now warm him in the cold, as before, nights of Essence. Nights near other Hunters. But he won't show it. He can... He does it best.

“Aun te amo mucho.”

[Lat. I love you and look forward to meeting you]

   Again something broke out from the depths of the resurrected soul. A slight movement of the hand – "goodbye", but finally, a second before the "escape" of the victim, grabs her hand and interlaces her fingers.

  That's it now.

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