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lorimnnn · 1 year

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dbd killers with a crybaby!reader

don’t worry, i promise i’m working on pt.3 of Mine for the Michael fic. I’m just supr unmotivated but don’t want you thinking i’m dead or something. anyway:

summary: jiwoon hak and the ghost face with a reader who tears up easily. you’re sensitive and not good with confrontation nor blood, and are super sensitive to the pain around you. sometimes you get overwhelmed and just need to sit down and cry it out...

cw: i mean, it’s dbd? swearing, gore, murders, obsession

also, i’m taking requests!

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THE TRICKSTER - JIWOON HAK

finds your tears entertaining, appreciates that you’re such a willing participant in his art

it takes a few trials for him to realise that your reactions aren’t temporary and are a genuine response to your surroundings

starts to find you a bit annoying after that

like, what are you doing here if you can’t handle it? all the survivors need a bit of grit to survive. you’re no fun otherwise. once he realises that, he starts to transfer his anger towards the Entity.

will be in denial that he feels bad for you

the first few trials that he realises if he chases you, you’ll just collapse and cry or sniffle really adorably pathetically. unintentionally makes you his obsession each trial because he saves you for last, mostly because you’re no fun and the easiest to kill

will mori you out of frustration

eventually starts snatching you by the back of your collar and dumping you through the hatch. not because he feels guilty. no, not at all. you’re just really, really annoying...

finds himself thinking about you always

why are you always crying?

don’t you know you have to adapt?

you have to get over it.

one day you’re the only one left again and not only that, but that dreaded Trickster is saving you for last again. from your point of view, he’s deliberately tormenting you knowing that mentally, you can’t take it.

he’s secretly going easy on you because he’s wondering whether or not you’ll have it in yourself to finish the generators and stand up for yourself

but you’re so distraught that you mess up one of the generators and it explodes, and you can’t take it, you burst into tears. you feel so bad for the other survivors for being roped in with you, and you can’t even do your part right without crying.

“Aish!” he swears sharply. A knife slams into the wall next to your head and you jump, lifting your wet face from your arms to stare at The Trickster. Fear quakes through your body and you brace yourself for his assault, whether that be another mori or basically dumping you through the hatch like used trash (it hasn’t occurred to you that he might be being nice when he does it, because logically, he has no reason to be nice)

you start to whimper when the tip of his blade finds your chin, forcing your head back. it thuds against the wall and pain spirals across the back of your skull, a wince lancing across your expression--- a cute little look that earns you a chuckle from the demented idol.

“You’re really annoying, you know,” he tells you. “You can’t do anything right.”

oh, and he’ll say this like he’s comforting you, his voice soft and sweet and soothing. your muddled little brain can’t begin to understand what he’s trying to say to you, and only clings to his faux kindness.

at this point, he’ll just have to accept it. he has a soft spot for you. you’re just so cute and helpless, and you can’t help it that you care so much for your fellow survivors even though you’re nothing but a waste of space on their team...

is this why you’re always compensating by using yourself as a human shield? honestly, while it’s partly admirable, he finds the more you offer yourself up to him like that, the less he wants to hurt you

With his other hand, he strokes buries it in your hair. The way he strokes it is gentle enough, but you’re well aware he can snap your neck in seconds if he wants to.

“You’re really lucky you’re cute. I almost feel bad for you.”

he does. he feels extremely bad for you because you’re not designed for this kind of world, and because of that he just can’t bring himself to recognise you as another survivor

“Hah,” he’ll sigh. “I can’t do it.”

“C-can’t do what?”

He’ll roll his eyes. “What else? Kill you.”

pulls you into his arms before you can comment on it. the affection is too much, you cry into him. he’ll make some comments about you ruining his clothes, but he doesn��t really mean it. will pull you closer if you try pull away.

also keep in mind--- is not sympathising with you at all. he’s a psycho. he just learned to find pleasure in your tears and realised you’re kinda cute and can’t be roped in with the rest of the survivors if you’re never going to play the Entity’s game. (this is when he’ll start thinking something narccistic, like, ‘of course she cries and makes noises. this is the entity’s gift to me.)

the type to lick your face and taste your tears. “no more crying when you’re with me, okay? or I’ll give you something real to cry about.”

he either means he’ll fuck you or kill you again, but could honestly mean both depending on how you take it

GHOST FACE - DANNY ‘JED OLSEN’ JOHNSON

so many pictures

will max out his film on your tears

he knew about you the second the Entity welcomed you into her realm. at first, he just thought you were cute. he blamed it on the fleeting infatuation he felt towards you, knowing that once your fear wore off, you wouldn’t be that cute anymore

it never wore off

he became obsessed

openly obsessed too, will seek you out and ignore all the other survivors despite the Entity’s will, and will track you down outside of trials to stalk you, taunt you, anything to keep you in the constant state of meltdown he finds so endearing

experiments with your tears. doesn’t want you panicked all the time, of course.

because of how he targets you in trials, the other survivors quickly adapted and learned to abandon you if they wanted to save themselves or win. danny weaponised this fact, of course.

“aw, babe, don’t be sad. or do. you’re all alone!”

will pull your terrified body against his chest and tip your head back with his knife, forcing you to watch your fellow survivors scatter around you. will tour you around the trial to see what makes you tick the most.

“are you proud of me, babe? i hooked all your friends within the first ten minutes of the trial.”

cue a sniffle that excites him even more

and you’ll feel it too. his hardness against your back, solid and probing and thrilled at your sensitivity. he wants to traumatise you as much as possible. he wants you horrified, and he wants to abuse your fear until there’s none left. there’s never been so much of it before.

don’t get the wrong idea, though. no matter how much he likes you, he won’t touch you--- he’s not a rapist, he’s a killer and a perv. will exploit your face with his camera and mori you and hook you as much as he wants. there’s no stopping him.

not for a while

it’s takes a really long time for him to start challenging why you still cry. it won’t occur to him that it’s such an abnormality until he’s stalking you six months in and watching you mourn another failed trial. let’s say it was with the oni. the oni mori-d you on the spot, and here you were, crying over it despite those same events happening every other trial without fail. and it only occurs to him because it’s six months and he was planning on something cheesy like, “happy six-month anniversary!” because he’s never been consistently obsessed for such a long period of time.

this is when the posessiveness starts to hit. The Oni made you cry? That large, angry piece of shit?

don’t worry babe, he’ll take care of it for you

Only he’s allowed to make you cry like that. only him and nobody else. this is when he’ll start laying claim, calling you his.

he flays the Oni and leaves his scraps scattered across his temple. takes a picture and leaves it on your bed so you know what he’s done, and calls it his anniversary gift

he’ll now start putting in the effort for you to trust him. wants you to admit you’re his, too!

who cares if he’s mori’d, hooked, tunnelled, and killed you a billion times over? fresh start, new beginnings!

will nail it through every one else’s heads that you’re his and that you’re tears are his and that blah blah blah is his

honestly, the other killers will only leave you alone so Danny will stop blabbing on and on about you

he’s really starting to feel like your boyfriend now

that’s what the other survivors are calling him, anyway. y/n’s boyfriend.

Danny fully embraces it and starts calling himself your boyfriend, much to your displeasure. But you do start to notice that your trials are becoming less and less frustrating to endure, and you know it’s because of him. He’s even saving you for last, now. The chasing isn’t even half-bad anymore. (And especially with Danny, he’s going to make the chasing feel kinky as fuck)

learns he really likes your laugh as much as he likes your tears. finds himself smiling when he grabs you around the waist mid-spring and hoists you off the ground.

shudders with a sick smirk when you hug him back. you’re so cute.

but he is the Ghostface. Wants you to love his alter-ego as much has you love Danny Johnson, your mostly normal, stalkerish boyfriend

forces you to hold his knife and pretend to hurt him, smirking when you cry

makes you carve your initials into his body as you sniffle here and there, your tears stinging against the open wound

kisses you and whispers dirty shit into your ear as you do so, because the dumbass thinks it’ll make it all better

“that’s it, baby. God, that feels so good. Push harder. Hurt me. Fuckkkk-”

“I don’t like this, Danny.”

“Who?”

“G-Ghostface.” Your bottom lip wobbles as more tears slip down your face. “I don’t like this, Ghostface.”

“Just a little longer, baby.”

Will be surprisingly gentle with you, once you admit you’re his

but don’t be fooled. you’re his forever. the second he’s jealous, or you consider leaving, remember he’s the same man who gets off on your pain and tormented you the first six months of knowing you...

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volomori-notdead · 8 months

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The Trickster x reader

(less than 1k words. one-shot: ‘you’, blood, a bit horny and dark?)

(i am not english native speaker, so sorry in advance if there any mistakes)

another trial. your hair, soaked with cold sweat, stuck to your face while you tried to hold your breath so as not to make a sound. you held on to the walls of the locker with your shaking hands, hoping that he would pass by.

"hush, hush. i must hold on, i must hold on," you were saying to yourself like a mantra, trying to fight for life and convince yourself that everything will be okay. even if you knew, that it won’t.

well… hope dies last, right?—

from the locker, you could hear heavy footsteps running somewhere nearby, as if approaching. a familiar humming was heard. your heart started beating faster, you froze, as if trying to merge with the locker. make it look like there's no one in it, expect fancy Trickster’s knives.

but the humming stopped. so are the steps.

“hmm?”

the man’s deep and soft voice said more to himself, while standing beside the locker where you were. even if you didn’t see, you could have sworn there was a smile on his face.

you're holding your breath. how many times have you done this already? your heart started beating even faster, ready to jump straight out of your chest. this beating seemed so loud to you, as if it would be absolutely audible to other survivors at the difficult end of the map.

the locker swayed a little as if killer was checking to see if anyone was in it, which almost make you bit your tongue from the usual animal fear that you always feel in this place.

the doors opened abruptly, loudly and you pressed into the back wall of the locker, staring straight at the killer. the same light pink hair, slightly disheveled from running, and crazy golden-yellow eyes that look straight into the soul. you were right: he was smiling.

“ohh~ found you!~”

The Trickster’s face spread even wider in a smile, revealing a sharp snow-white grin that incredibly suited him. you clearly understood why he had such a huge fan base.

he hit his bat next to your head, but instead of lifting you onto his shoulder, he just brought it closer to your face, feeding off your fear like a vampire. he was enjoying how scared you were and couldn't help but chuckle.

taking a step forward, he was approaching your face and you already began to feel his heavy, hot breath on your skin.

he lightly touched his lips to the skin of your neck and slightly went down and walked them to your ear. Trickster was covered in the blood of your teammates, which you could perfectly smell from his skin and coat, but you couldn't go against yourself. you blushed, holding your breath.

he was playing with you.

he pressed you against the wall of the locker and one of his hands went down to your waist, as if holding you in place. men's hands slightly squeezed your skin, when his lips goes straight to your earlobe.

you felt his loud breath and it makes you shiver. from fear. and from excitement.

his hand reaches right up to your neck and squeezes it. you could feel his hand holding you tightly, making your breathing become deeper and heavier. killer’s lips were still at your ear and you could hear him humming something to you again. the voice became lower, a little rougher and deeper, which only made you froze once again. you didn’t move even at inch, but your face became even more red.

what The Trickster, of course, noticed. you heard a laugh again.

“ohh! did i make you blush, sweetheart?~”

he get closed to your earlobe and you felt how his tongue slightly lick it, after which you felt small pain. he bite you and it almost make you moan.

another laugh. Trickster enjoys your reactions on the fullest.

“darling, you’re supposed to fear me, if you haven’t forgotten.”

you swallowed and remain silent, not moving. The Trickster was looking right at your red ears and cheek. he let out a low groan in your ear and said the last thing before pulling you out of the locker,

“It's time to get out, dear. I want to see how your pretty face show pure fear again.”

he throw you over his shoulder and carry you straight to the hook. and you knew completely well: you’ll have to show him the fear that he desires.

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