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marksbear · 10 months

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Whenever you have time, can you do Kazan Yamaoka/the Oni. I have never played or seen any videos but I’m thinking of possibly playing sometime in the future.

If you have any tips it would be greatly appreciated

-🐙

Okay so my first fic back officially! I’m in a way better place than I was. It was a huge family issue with my mothers side so. All is good now!

Happy late Father’s Day and all that!

KAZAN YAMAOKA “THE ONI” X MALE READER

-He learned how to be gentle with you.

-Anytime the both of you are in the trial together he will give you free gens and hatch.

-You watching him brutally chase the other survivors.

-He let’s you ramble on and on as he cleans his blade.

-One time he had slashed you from the back because you were doing a gen. But when you had turned around and he saw who you was he felt so guilty.

-Many of the killers and survivors were shocked to know that you two were married before getting stuck here.

-You showing him the survivors that you don’t like before any trial. Like the ones who was being mean to you or etc he goes for them first.

-Let’s you touch his mask.

-He gets butterflies in his stomach anytime you call him pretty. Even with all his scars and his other flaws.

-He had to warm up to affection and the sweet words.

-He likes to trace your face and hands with his fingers because one he likes to compare the size and see how fragile you actually are. And two because he just like feeling of your warm skin against his cold one.

-Him trying to avoid you the best he can during his blood fury.

-You randomly giving him a hair clip to keep his hair out of his face. At first you was just did it as a joke, but you were surprised to see him actually wearing and using them.

-He will let out a deep groan or a sigh if he’s upset or irritated at you.

-You always catch him off guard when your just randomly and casually standing next to him. It actually spooks him a bit.

-Very overprotective and possessive of you. He gets jealous very fast.

-He gets bad at you for helping someone with a gen of getting someone off hook. He was jealous about how you gave them attention.

-He likes to randomly rest his forehead against yours before he has to go kill in a game.

-One time he was very jealous and mad he shoved you inside a locker and made sure you couldn’t get out until he calmed down.

-He can’t really talk so he just makes random sounds that comes close to saying your actual name.

-Loves the height difference.

-Stares at you intensely and randomly.

-He loves to scare the living hell out of you during games.

-Watching him brutally Mori a survivor because they had pushed you away to be left for dead. Little did they know they just pushed you into your husband.

-He acts like he hates getting affection and babied but he secretly loves it.

-If a killer kills you in a game he would be so pissed and petty at them.

-When you escape a game he’s just waiting in the forest by the fire waiting for you holding back the excitement that you survived.

-Likes to randomly stand above you so you have to look up at him. It gives him butterflies and he loves it so much.

-Likes the color pink.

THE END

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lukabitch · 1 year

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Idk if requests are off, I'm sorry if they are Q-Q. But could we get a "How they would react" kind of thing, to one of the other survivors tripping you mid chase to save themselves?

With M! Reader x your choice of killers

(maybe one of the killers being Wesker or Myers?)

Also, take as much time as you need <3

Personally I think I would’ve tripped myself. You can always check my pinned post to see if requests are open! Thank you so much for the request Anon! :)

Killers: Wesker, Micheal Myers, Ghostface, Trickster.

Cw: typical dbd violence, betrayal, lil bit of angst, wholesome stuff.

Wesker:

It was a standard last chase of the trial. You were just trying to make it to the exit gate.

It was just you and your injured teammate. You though you had this under control.

That was until your teammate tripped you and tried to make the final sprint.

Key word is tried.

Wesker was having non of it.

He would very quickly take care of the traitor.

He watched you slowly crawl towards the gate in a last ditch effort.

He would very calmly walk over and pick you up slinging you over his shoulder.

Of course you put up the best fight you could.

Until you realize that Wesker was surprisingly giving you mercy.

Don’t be fooled though he may be merciful but not for long.

You found this out when he just threw you out.

“Please be careful next time. I won’t be so nice if you fall for that trick again.”

Ghostface:

You were running away with all the energy you had and Ghostie was hot on your trail.

He almost had you that was until your teammate came out of nowhere.

The person was quick to realize what they had just done and acted just as fast.

They pushed you back into him.

Needless to say he was absolutely fuming.

How dare that piece of shit ruin the perfect chase he was having.

Not only did the asshole ruin the chase they also hurt your ankle.

“Here let me help.” You had to do a double take. A killer being nice to you? Huh?

He picked you up and placed you next to a gate.

“I won’t be so nice next time pretty boy.” You got head pats before he went off.

Trickster:

He was being particularly ruthless this trial not slowing down with his knives.

This resulted in everyone being on edge the entire trial.

You were just unlucky enough to be the dude he was chasing.

A glimmer of hope came when you saw one of your teammates ahead.

Though it was short lived when they hit you in the face with a rock.

You have to admit they had good aim.

But this most certainly did not fly with Trickster.

Your face was his to mess up how dare some bitch take his joy.

He completely ignored you and ran ahead knocking said bitch to the ground.

“Don’t worry song bird I’ll be saving you for last!” He says that like it’s good thing but hey maybe you’ll get out.

Micheal Myers:

You fucked up.

You’re dumbass let him get to tier 3 and your last teammate was pissed.

So pissed off that they kicked you in the dick when you were being chased.

Micheal watched you roll on the ground in pain.

He didn’t really have time to waste and left you to take care of yourself.

A quick one two and the teammate was dead and you were alone.

You didn’t really put up a fight when he came back for you.

But to your surprise he pointed to where the hatch was.

He got joy out of your pain and you did help him accidentally.

He just thinks you did your job very well today.

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apollodarling-writes · 4 months

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yan! dbd ghostface (danny johnson) headcanons

cws: yandere themes, danny is a perv, non-consensual picture taking, stalking obv, slight nsfw themes but danny is just a freak, danny is a sadist, gore, danny makes out with your wounds, obsessive! danny, possessive! danny,

— yan! ghostface whose eye you catch in your first trial. you who are wide eyed, disoriented, and hyper-aware of your surroundings make easy prey.

— yan! ghostface who stalks you for awhile before approaching you, using your disbelief and naivety against you.

— yan! ghostface who explains your situation, portraying himself as a fellow survivor and guides you through the motions of the match before pressing his blade to your throat.

— yan! ghostface who smirks beneath his mask, watching as your eyes widen with fear and betrayal. he feels himself become aroused as your pretty optics glisten with tears, groaning as you beg for him to let you go.

— yan! ghostface who is stunned by a flashlight, feeling you wriggle free from his grip and sprint off like a frightened bunny.

— yan! ghostface who you are wary of in each match. he singles you out and taunts you, describing each horrific thing he’ll do to you once he gets his hands on you, finding that this little obsession of his is growing by the day.

— yan! ghostface who begins thinking about you even outside of trials. it started as wondering what he would do to you next, turning into lustful daydreams and palming himself at the thought of you.

— yan! ghostface who snaps polaroids of you while you do mundane things. assembling a medkit or toolbox, finding materials for offerings, talking to your fellow survivors…

— yan! ghostface who loathes the sight of you smiling at the others in the survivor camp. you belong to him. that smile of yours is reserved for him. your laugh is reserved for him.

— yan! ghostface who slowly feels those lustful feelings of his grow into something deeper. he finds himself thinking less and less about ways to kill you, and more about ways he could make you smile.

— yan! ghostface who, in your next trial with him, brings you the body of each survivor, dropping it in front of you much like a cat would gift its owner a dead mouse.

— yan! ghostface who corners you, sitting on your stomach and wrapping his fingers around your throat. he swiftly snaps a polaroid of this beautiful sight, crazed ramblings about how you’ve caught his attention leaving his lips.

— yan! ghostface who is amused at how quickly you’ve gained his interest, his favorite pastimes stalking you and leaving just enough of a trace for you to know he was there.

— yan! ghostface who finds it incredibly romantic to hold your hand while you bleed out beneath him, his mask lifted to show off the frenzied look in his eyes, blood dripping from his chin and onto your paling features.

— yan! ghostface who looooves to makeout with your stab wounds. he’s always sure to leave you for last, finding motivation in the fact that if he rids the trial of all other survivors, he can spend as much time with you as he pleases.

— yan! ghostface who coos at you as you beg for him to let you go… or to just end it already. a frown tugging at his lips as he feels his heart pang with the slightest of remorse. he quickly covers it up with a mocking sneer, telling you that you should be proud to bear his love in such a way. no one’s ever had it but you.

— yan! ghostface who singles out each person you talk to in their next trial with him, mercilessly slaughtering them as he tells them to stay the fuck away from you.

— yan! ghostface who somehow convinces the entity to let you spend some time with him on a random day, designating it as your new birthday. he’ll watch with interest as your shaky fingers grip the rusted fork, shoving the mediocre cake down your throat. he’s never seen a better sight.

— yan! ghostface who loooves everything about you <33

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clarks-letterman · 1 year

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Danny reuniting with Reader- an old childhood friend- in the Entitys Realm ?

Reader can be Survivor or Killer , i think both concepts could be fun :]c

old friends | danny johnson x gender-neutral reader

a/n — hope its good! haven’t written for dbd yet and tried to make some stuff more plausible and fleshed out, and i really hope it doesn’t contradict any messy lore the game has!

words — 1.5k

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When Danny woke up in the Entity's realm, he was unsurprised to find himself the sole addition to an already established line of powerful killers. He made a scary tale of himself to haunt survivors—you never know when he could be watching—and got as close to a "friend" as he could be with the other masked murderers like him, and with the wannabes that never could be him. But it wasn't always like that.

In his hometown, someplace far from where he'd eventually end up, he went to school most of the year, had a job over the summer, and made one good friend for any time he needed comfort. He usually didn’t, but there were times when he wanted to toy with someone’s feelings in a way that kept violence out of it. Animals were an enjoyable enough target for him to keep him off of people, like the occasional rabbit or frog strolling through his backyard.

That’s what it started as, at least. It was surprisingly simple to get on your good side; he lent an ear when you needed it and stayed distant when he knew he had you hooked. But he grew to like you as an actual friend with the more time he spent around you, both when you knew about it and when you didn’t. As he got older, he found himself having fewer and fewer friends. Because alongside his age, his twisted mind became more and more obscured, and in his aim to hide it, he hid more of himself away. What once was a tactic to draw you in eventually stopped working, and you confronted his hot and cold behavior.

It became fitting for his job and hobby, needing to hide himself behind the camera’s eye and tucked away in the darkness around his victim’s houses. Now, the latter seemed to be the most useful in the latest game the Entity conjured up. He tries not to think about how it severed the connection he had with his only real friend.

Danny looked around the new location—a line of houses with a four-way street meeting in the middle to divide each house into their own irregularly shaped yard and fence. It looked homely, like the defunct township of Springwood and the segment of old townhouses on the street he knew as Lampkin Lane.

Darting off, he made sure to creep around the edges of the arena, prowling around with a glint in his eye. He heard the swish of footsteps towards a generator as he rounded a car on the street. The night covered him on command. He raised his blade and peered around the corner. Two sacrifices for the Entity worked on the archaic machinery, one covered by the generator as Danny was on the opposing side, and the other was to the left side of it, open and vulnerable. His eyes lingered on the subject—small, male, companion, wrapped in bloody business-casual. The generator chimed with rapid success, so Danny discerned the figure to be the wimpy scampered Dwight Fairfield.

Danny felt a chill of excitement run along his spine; the self-imposed timer had started—a moment where he knew his victim in and out, able to deal the most damage with the least effort to them. Dwight finally noticed the shadowy figure to his right and made a run to the nearest house. Danny pursued the fleeing man, passing the second person working on machinery to chase the easier target. He followed closely behind Dwight through the doorway he entered and into the house.

He trailed behind him on the wooden stairs and swung for his ankles with a missed strike, leaving a chipped divot in one of the steps. Dwight ran to the end of the hall where there was a window—surely, he would take it—so Danny planned to swing again. But, Dwight made a hard left into the room next to it, and he missed his attack for the second time. He turned, looked into the room, and another open window looked right back at him. The bedroom wall made a great frame for the street just outside. Out beyond the view, he heard the sound of two generators starting up with a sputter, and he knew that a third one was soon to be tackled.

He was down the stairs and out the door in seconds, running to just barely meet the cutoff for Dwight’s impending doom by using his sharpened senses to pick up on where the frightened man could have gone. Without much work, he found him just in time as he cowered near a small bush for coverage, hoping he would be overlooked. Unfortunately for Dwight, Danny had him cornered and gravely injured with one sweep of his knife across his back.

The second survivor came running towards him as he picked up Dwight: a taller, lighter-haired guy in a blue cop uniform. Leon, Wesker said his name was. He was one of the more pesky survivors, as he had the ability to craft the most annoying form of counter-play against someone on the opposite team. His flashbang went off without much help this time, though, and Danny managed to keep his hold on Dwight firm. He swung for Leon, got him once, and tracked down a hook to throw Dwight on.

No one came for the poor schmuck, as usual. No one looked for him when he was still considered alive, and the same went for him now, as the Entity’s grasp sent a wave throughout the playing field that the other side was down a team member. Danny managed to down Leon without the wasted time needed to study him and lured the third survivor his way, injuring him and sending him into a sprint for his life. Eventually, he downed him as well and had the both of them resting peacefully before meeting their dooms on hooks across the map. He saw a glimpse of the fourth and final survivor as they ran around a corner, though Danny was carrying his third victim at the time and solely focused on getting them on a hook above all else.

Danny receded into the darkness, letting it shroud him in it as he traversed the map, looking for the final member of the game. That’s when he saw them in the same room he had chased Dwight up to, investigating the wall of all things. He was sure of it, as strange as it sounded, because he couldn’t recall a generator appearing in that room, let alone that floor of the house. Regardless, he made his way back up and through the door. He hit you once while you were distracted and twice when you took the window as a form of escape, watching you fall on the other side.

The scream sounded painfully familiar to one in his past. His trained ears recognized it as the same scream from when you had accidentally scared yourself into thinking a dust bunny was the same deadly spider in Australia. Danny’s legs shook as he stepped over the window he didn’t cross through earlier and out onto the small ledge, realizing that this was the same window he had been ushered out of as a teenager when you weren’t allowed to have friends over and had to sneak him in, or when he would happily invite himself into your home. He looked around, taking in the sights now that he wasn’t pursuing anyone. This place was more than just a haunting image of homeliness; it was his home—hell, it was your whole damn block.

He rushed over to you, simply standing for a moment, watching you turn and do your best to look up at him. Danny had the advantage of wearing a mask, so he could get as close and as personal as he wanted. Unless, in the months or years that had gone by in the real world, you finally caught wind of his cross-country endeavors. Not wanting to give himself away, he hoisted you over his shoulder as he would with anyone else, leaping off the ledge and onto your front lawn. He felt your fists pounding against his back, struggling and fighting to be free. His one hook near the house had been used for a sacrifice, and the nearest one was still too far for him to make it in time. With a strange feeling of relief, you had worn him out for a moment, and you ran away from him, limbering for a final chase that never came.

Danny seemingly disappeared but had cloaked himself in the night again to stalk you from afar. He watched you run straight to the open hatch on the floor. He had decided that he studied you long enough with his stare; he knew all of your weak points and where to strike first, but he couldn't bring himself to approach you when you were so close to freedom. With a huff that echoed in his mask, he watched you disappear into the darkness, and the Entity surrounded him until he was deep in the woods with a few killers that hadn't been called for a match.

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diejager · 1 year

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Run, Rabbit Run! Pt.2

Cw: implied smut, DARK, yandere, murder, blood and gore, Ghostface is a menace, betrayal, canon typical violence. Wc: 1.4k

Note: pt 3??

He loved the look of fear on your face, the dread that sunk into your skin, and the slight shaking in your hand. Your face drained, seeming so frozen that he thought you stopped breathing and died, heart seizing frightfully; but he knew that expression when your brain calculated the risks for fight or flight. On this occasion, it was flight.

You bolted, legs swinging you over a window and through the tall grass (or corn, was it a corn field? It didn't matter to Ghostface). In your instantaneous act of terror, you chose a random direction, unaware that you were leading him to a corner. He followed behind you, neither too close nor too far, just at the right distance to have your heart beat frightfully and not hear his breathing.

He loved it, running after you as he did before, one step behind you and so close to having his hands wrapped around your pretty neck. He wondered if you'd let him in again, to bite your neck and shoulder with red kisses, to take you apart in his arms, and to let him talk to you about the things he did - only this time, he wouldn't shy from sharing the gruesome stories he painted for the world to see.

He turned sharply at the corner, determined to cut you off before you left the walls of this weirdly shaped maze. He flashed his knife, the one he intended to gut you with, and jumped at you. You caught the glint of his knife too late, gasping for air when his body tackled you, rolling on the floor. You groaned in pain, cheek laying on the rough, dirt ground of the farm. Ghostface's body was warm and heavy, and strong, he straddled you and cooed.

"Missed ya, doll," he didn't have a distorted voice, he had no use for a voice box in the Entity's world. He couldn't be fought, he couldn't be stopped, and he couldn't be killed. "Didja miss me?"

His voice was familiar, too familiar to be normal. The drawl in his words and the soft, yet raspy tone of it reminded you of home: Pennsylvania. You knew he started there, killing off the people you knew before ultimately choosing you and failing to kill you. It was the cataclysmic event of your life, it festered fear and paranoia of everyone you knew and met.

His gloved - they were also warm - fingers played with your sides, moving upward to knead the flesh of your shoulders and pinch your nape. You flinched at every touch, even the softer, appreciative ones from the killer made you jump. He threaded through your locks, locking with the base of your hair and pulling your head back. You yelped at the harsh motion, feeling your hair being pulled from its seams with the force of his grip.

"I asked you a question, (Name)," he hissed in your ear, his mask kissing your cheek. "It's impolite to ignore your boyfriend."

You gasped, his use of words sent chills down your arched back. It couldn't be, could it? The thought of Ghostface and Jed being the same person made your heart drop. Tears blurred your sight, threatening to spill the second you connected the dots he placed for you.

Jed was a tease, but he was loving and caring, he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in his world. Although he found interest in the murders since the start of your move, his words made the twisted truth into a dark fantasy that people got hooked on. That never stopped him from loving you, spending the night in your bed, comforting you when your paranoia and nightmares hit you so strongly that you crashed. He was the light in your life, a pillar of reassurance and comfort.

Unlike the reaper, renamed Ghostface by Jed, was a cold, calculated killer that found pleasure in blood. He murdered as he loved, mixing both in a perverted need. He stabbed with passion, he killed with devotion, and he drew stories up with fascination. Ghostface was the killer you ran from, he was your demon as you were his obsession.

"N-no- no-," you cried, nails digging into the ground. You felt frustrated, angry, and betrayed. Were you being lied to by the killer or was he telling the truth? You wanted to ignore him, block out his familiar voice and the words he kept singing to you. "You're not-"

"Not Jed, hmm?" you could hear the mocking pitch in his voice, his head tilted forward, letting his nose touch your cheek. "That's mean, doll. I thought we had something going on. Really, I really thought we had something, didn't you?"

"Shut up!"

Your enraged outburst earned a scoff from him, he crawled off your body and moved you to face him just as you were planning on pushing off the ground and running. He cocked his head left, straddling you once more with his hand mockingly waving his knife. The threat hung on a thin string, and Ghostface had an unpredictable pattern of instantaneous and planning acts. If he wished to gut you where you laid, he would, but if he wanted to watch you run, he'd let you go with a cackle echoing in the eternal sunset.

You wished you could move, hit him, dig your fingers into his clothes until you got to his skin and claw him bloody, you wanted to hurt him as he hurt you, but your hands were pinned beneath his knees.

"What? Can't run now, can ya?" he chuckled, voice light with perverted mirth. "You had me running all 'round since Pennsylvania. Home's real far now, isn't it?"

Your teary eyes glared at him, lips pulled in a toothy sneer, you hated him. (Did you really hate him? He was Jed, wasn't he? If his words were truthful then you felt torn in two.) Dirt smeared your face and your hair formed a messy halo around your head like the angel Ghostface spent years hunting.

His thumb brushed the smudged brown on the apple of your cheek, but you turned to bite him, teeth clicking when they didn't bite any skin. He clicked his tongue, quickly taking his hand away from your volatile mouth. He knew you were a biter, he remembered you biting into his shoulder when he got rough, begging for him to bite back. You were a little minx when you were comfortable.

Though you were adorable, denial wasn't something he appreciated from you, that glint of doubt in your eyes almost felt insulting. You were so attentive, eyes following his every movement, he liked the attention. You followed his hand, reaching for his mask, eyes widening when he tilted the ghostly face up and peered down at you with hazel hues.

You gaped like a fish out of water, shocked into silence. New tears brimmed the corners of your eyes, rolling down your temple in quiet submission. Your breath stuck in your throat, body trembling beneath him.

"Da-Danny?" you whispered, voice so quiet he almost missed your words. God, he loved the stutter in your words, a nervous little wreck he mended as Jed.

"Good eyes, but look closer, babe. I know you can do it," he lowered his head, breath mixing with your panicked ones. Panic looked good on you as fear and dread did, he wanted to eat you alive. "C'mon, (Name)."

"You-you're Jed too?"

He rolled his head back, chuckling at your meekness, you made yourself smaller, wanting to hide from him. The bubbly personality he grew up knowing turned into an introverted and paranoid survivor. He was drunk on the knowledge of the change he brought, changing you into the person you were, he broke your cocoon and clipped your beautiful wings. He wanted you to himself before, and now still.

"Bing! Bing! Congrats, babe! I knew you were smart, " he chuckled, fingers digging into your neck. He watched you gasp for air, struggling to free yourself from his hold. "Oh, don't worry, we'll see each other again."

He raised his knife over his head, the sharp edge gleaming gold with the setting sun. A crazed glint crossed his eyes, flashing darkly in his beautiful face (you always found Danny pretty, the dark-haired introvert was handsome, and Jed's hazel eyes reminded you of Danny. Your liking of Jed probably stemmed from your little crush on the dark boy from your neighborhood) when he finally swung his trusty weapon.

"We'll have eternity together, doll."

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pixestck · 3 months

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The Knight HCS; what would he be like in a relationship? ༊*·˚

Tarhos Kovács , NSFW hcs & SFW

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ღ; Tarhos really dosen’t feel the need to love or be in relationships. He doesn’t have the time nor does he really care. Most likely you would be a ‘pet’ or a ‘plaything’ for him, satisfying his needs and then being thrown away until he needs you again.

ღ; Really intoxicating, really. He’s like a drug to you, fucking you in just the right spots and always sweeting you to come back— or getting his guards to find you. (🫣)

ღ; if you realllyy wanna get him going, continue messing generators up, spamming lockers to alert him or just hog ride him. Don’t allow him to get hooks, block the other survivors from him. Once everyone’s been downed besides you, you should wish yourself luck. Tarhos is ruthless, he will not put up with intolerant brat behavior. If he needs to, he will call his guards to fuck you silly until you learn your lesson.

ღ; ceo of taming brats. Cannot change my mind. Even if you look at him funny he’ll slap you silly. Every moment he’s asserting his dominance over you and letting you know he could knock you over in one little tap if he wanted.

ღ; will bend you in all sorts of positions, reaaally tests your bodies limits. Fucks you into lockers, etc. bending you over used pallets and taking you from the front as one of his guards takes your behind.

ღ; Getting to close to finishing a gen? Cool. He destroys it and spawns either Alejandro, Durkos, or Sander to go after you while both him and one of his minions double team you into fear.

ღ; If you’ve been teasing him with generators all game, he’ll down you and fuck you right infront of the gen, preferably he loves to make you get it towards 98-99% until he fucks you and then breaks it just for funzies.

ღ; not the best at aftercare, (sorry luvies) he makes sure your okay before either leaving you to bleed out or hooking you;, if you’ve pissed him off badly that trial. He’s never really been in relationships long enough to know what aftercare is, he just knows sex and that’s it.

—- calmer stuff

ღ; unironically loves fruits, idk he looks like he would eat fruit on a daily basis ( 😔 )

ღ; probably smells like a mossy cemetery that’s been locked up for centuries because of ghosts haunting it and people never returning out of it, them foggy cemeteries.

ღ; Dosent know his abcs

#dead by daylight #dbd killer #dbd x reader #dbd x you #dbd x male reader #dbd x female Reader #female reader #male reader #gender nuetral reader #dbd #dbd knight #the knight #dbd the knight

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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hello!! i was wondering if i could request a thing where it's either evan macmillan, jason vorhees or bubba sawyer and they bottom for the first time? thanks :) (reader is just around average height, is not all that strong and is more caring to them)

Evan Macmillan, Jason Voorhees, and Bubba Sawyer

Headcanons

Evan Macmillan

- Evan would be the most cautious about bottoming for the first time. I think part of his brain thinks its not something he should do, like its something bad, but he sees how much you enjoy it, so he wants to give it a try.

- It would take a long time to have him prepped, as he keeps tensing up and you have to comfort and kiss him. You also reassure him he really doesn’t have to do this if he doesn’t want too. He would say he does want to, he’s just scared.

- As you can imagine the first time with Evan is very slow and careful, especially since he’s bigger than you in height and width and he’s much stronger than you.

- Evan gives a violent jolt the first time you touch his prostate, and he almost forgets how to breathe, so of course you make sure to hit it from then on out to hear him whimper and cry.

- At the end of the night, Evan will ride you at least once after he’s grown more comfortable and surer of himself. He has very powerful thighs so you can assume you’ll be ridden into exhaustion.

- The two of you will a sweaty cuddly mess when the night is over, and he will end up quietly admitting he really likes it and would want to do it again.

Jason Voorhees

- Jason would be kinda scared of the idea of bottoming, but he’s always been very careful with you when the two of you are together, so he is willing to give it a try, as long as you are careful.

- Jason learns he really likes when you finger him or eat him out, it has him humping his sheets and whimpering. Since he doesn’t make much noise in general I don’t think Jason moans a lot, so choked off groans and whimpers is the best you’ll get.

- Please be careful with him, slowly work him open and praise him when you’re doing it. He will melt into a puddle, his hips twitching back into your hand as he tries to get more of the wonderful feeling.

- He would want to do it doggystyle the first time since he’s heard it’s the easiest for the first time, but at some point, he will find himself on his back, his legs around your hips and you thrusting into him.

- �� Jason will definitely wrap his arms around you, but he has to remind himself to be careful since he is a lot stronger than you and he doesn’t want to hurt you. Loves when you make hickeys all over his neck and shoulders.

- He would want you to cum inside of him, because it makes him feel closer to you and he likes how full he feels as well.

Bubba Sawyer

- Bubba wouldn’t have much of a problem with bottoming, I just don’t think it’s come up until then. He’s never really thought about it, but he would like to try.

- He’s a lover, so you can expect him to want to kiss the entire time. Even when you’re stretching him open, he would want to kiss or touch you in one way or another. Please praise him, it makes him melt.

- Bubba would adjust quicker than Evan or Jason, again because I don’t think he sees anything shameful of anything to fear from bottoming. As long as your both having fun nothing else matters.

- Bubba is very embarrassed about the noises he would make when you touch his prostate, he would cover his face and blush. You would have to carefully remove his hands from his face and tell him its okay and its actually very flattering he’s so into it.

- He would want to do it missionary, at least the first time so you can look at each other and kiss and so he can hold you close. Bubba might also try to ride you but he’s so worried of accidentally squashing you that it ends up with him just holding himself up as you thrust up into him.

- Bubba wants all the cuddles afterwards, please hold him and run your hand through his hair, he will preen under your attention and cuddle you real close.

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‘Strength Training’ Dead by Daylight— The Oni x Male! Reader Smut

You’re in a terrible mood, and it’s only gotten worse once you realize you’re going against the Oni. Thankfully, he has a cure for your sour mood.

WARNING: Highly sexual themes, slight mention of pedophilia (you’re an adult in this fic and so is he, don’t worry), swearing, blood, violence.

MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED DNI

The shrieks of the crows rung in your ears as the entity was bringing you to your next challenge.

Was it really a challenge, or just one more horrific chapter in this never ending torture it put you and your teammates through.

You snapped your eyes open as you felt a gust of wind pushing you forward, and you immediately scowled.

Yamaoka Estate.

You hated how eerie this place was. It was full of hiding spots for killers like Ghostface and Michael to sneak up on you. Those two terrified you to know end and you prayed they weren’t in this match.

You also noticed you came here alone.

‘They must be on the other side of the estate.’ You huffed, walking sternly but cautiously to the nearest generator with a sour look on your face.

You stepped up to the large Japanese home. A beautiful but dilapidated building that could use a serious makeover. Or just a good sweep. You walked over the rubble in front of the door and went inside, finding a generator in one of the rooms and immediately going to work on it.

You shivered all of a sudden, which was a warning from the entity that one of your teammates had gotten hurt.

“Hope they’re okay..” you whispered to yourself, connecting the colored wires until they sparked a few times. You still had no idea who you were up against.

The teammate that was being chased was finally downed. You heard her yell from the other side of the map when the killer had knocked her to the ground.

You bit your lip as you were half done your generator, trying to prepare yourself for that horrible sound that was going to hit every corner of this place.

That bloodcurdling scream.

You nearly blew up the generator when she shrieked in such loud pain, but quickly composed yourself and kept working. She was too far for you to get so you trusted that she would be saved by the other two teammates.

Eighty percent done your generator. You were confident you would get it done soon-

You gasped as your hand slipped and pushed the wire too deep into the other, successfully ruining your hard work as the machine in front of you blew up violently.

You coughed as the smoke invaded your space and you tried waving it out, groaning in frustration at your clumsiness.

“RAAAAAUUUGGHHHH!”

You froze in place as the killer roared loudly, and you knew exactly who you were up against now.

The fucking Oni.

You let out a few choice swears and hit your generator with your fist, now absolutely fed up with this round.

The samurai was dashing over here at such speed you could feel the rumbling of his stomps shaking the floor. You got up quickly and went for the nearest window in the room to jump— but you were too late.

You felt his large hand grabbing onto the back of your shirt, forcefully pulling you back and throwing you down on the floor.

You grunted in pain and glared up at the big fucker standing over you, who was looking back at you with pure hatred in his glowing eyes.

“Fuck you. Stop standing there and just fucking hit me already, you prick.” You hissed out. It’s not like he would understand completely since his natural tongue was Japanese.

But that didn’t make him any less angry with you. The venom in your voice told him your words were anything but kind.

The kanabo that was resting on his shoulder was now being held with both of his hands, raising it high over his head to strike you with a powerful force.

Shit. This was gonna hurt.

The Oni growled deeply as he swung his weapon down hard, and you were quick to dodge by rolling to the side. The floor was broken through by how hard he hit and you gasped, quickly crawling away and standing up on your feet.

The samurai was furious. He roared again as he turned to you, quickly taking another swing— to which you ducked down and he hit through the paper walls.

You laughed, running out of the room and down the hallway to escape him. He was eager to chase after you since he knew what a damn laugh meant, but he stopped himself and decided to go hunt for a different survivor. You’d be saved for the bitter end and he would have no mercy on you.

You left the house and ran towards the other side of the map, nearly tripping over the rocks as you were in a hurry. But you realized you weren’t being chased anymore and you slowed down, catching your breath.

You came across one of your teammates, David, and helped him with the generator he was on. You two made small talk, cracked a few jokes here and there, and took turns saving the other two teammates when they got hooked.

20 minutes had gone by and there was only one generator left to do.

Hah, you still weren’t hooked.

You grinned to yourself as you snuck your way over to the middle, finding another generator and quickly going to work on it. He hasn’t killed anyone yet either so you were confident you would all make it out of here together.

Then you shivered as one of your teammates got downed. It was alright though. None of you were on death hook so you could save whoever it was.

You heard David’s scream ring out but it wasn’t because he was getting hooked.

No. He was getting killed.

You quickly jumped to your feet and looked around to see if they were near you, but found no one. How did David get killed? He wasn’t on death hook so he couldn’t have gotten mori’d. None of you were.

You rubbed your arms in worry and went back to work on your generator. Perhaps you weren’t paying attention and David WAS on death hook.

Then you heard Nea going down. Huh? How was that possible? She was full health! She couldn’t have-

Her scream echoed out and you flinched, letting go of the levers on the generator and standing up to your feet. She was getting killed too.

It was just you and Claudette now, and you realized why all this was happening.

Devour Hope, the most vicious hex there was. And you were determined to find it.

You started with the area around you. Making your way to other corners of the map and finding all the usual totem spots, but found no hexed totem. You saw Claudette looking too and exchanged scared looks, but kept the search on separately.

You found yourself back at the Japanese home and started looking in there. Carefully and quietly, you crept through the hallway and into the rooms. Fuck. Where was this thing?

You heard the soft crackling of fire in one of the bedrooms and quickly went over, finding that awful totem containing the hex. You contained your excitement as you started dismantling it.

Then you heard Claudette get knocked down.

“No, no, no..!” You tried hurrying and ending up burning your finger on the lit part of the totem. You hissed in pain but kept going.

Claudette’s scream was loud in your ears when you finally got rid of the hex.

You threw the skull of the hex hard against the wall and yelled in anger. You felt as if you killed her yourself by not finding the totem sooner and held your head in your hands, waiting for the Oni to just come and hook you already.

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes as you hurled every insult at yourself, wishing it was you he got instead of her. Instead of all of them.

You felt a presence nearby and you quickly looked up, seeing the hulking mass of the samurai at the doorway. He was silent as he stared at you and you scowled, standing up.

“Well? Go on then. I’m standing right fucking here.” You spat out, even taking a few steps forward to shorten the distance between you two.

The Oni raised his blade as he began walking to you slowly, not breaking eye contact as he circled you like a vulture.

He didn’t forget the insults from earlier or the laugh you let out.

The warrior took a swing at you and couldn’t dodge it this time. It hit your arm and left a very nasty cut running from your shoulder down to your elbow.

You gasped and held onto your bleeding arm, immediately backing up away from the imposing man. You ended up tripping on the dirty futon below and landed on your side with a grunt.

The Oni was closing in on you, whipping his blade to the side to flick the blood off. His breathing was getting raspier and heavier as he was now standing over you.

Hardly a challenge, the samurai scoffed and raised his blade again.

You made the last minute decision to kick his leg hard.

The Oni shrieked in pain, losing his balance and kneeling down on his uninjured knee— his blade landing a few feet away from him. You attempted to run away but he was quick to grab your bloodied arm, throwing you back down to the floor as you groaned.

The samurai couldn’t be bothered to find his weapon as he got on top of you, determined to finish you off with his strength alone. You’ve caused quite enough trouble for him.

You kept throwing your fists at his arms but it did very little damage and he wasn’t even acknowledging the tiny assaults. But it was very annoying so he pinned down your wrists to the futon, growling at you to quit it already.

You scowled at him and started squirming, but that quickly stopped when you saw him leaning down to your bleeding arm.

“Hey! What are you-?”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence when you felt his tongue invading your horrific gash and you screamed in pain.

You pleaded for him to stop but he wouldn’t. Instead, he lifted his mask up a little to reveal his mouth and he started sucking the blood from your wound. The tears were coming back and you squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to see your blood staining the killer’s mouth.

And the worst part was? This was strangely turning you on. The way his tongue was dragging along your broken skin and his breath on your flesh making you tremble.

It didn’t help that his knee was pressing up against your groin too.

The Oni felt his power collecting as he licked up your blood and he didn’t want to stop until you had none left. He was intent on killing you one way or another.

Your head moved from side to side, panting hard as you felt both pain and pleasure building up.

It didn’t take long for the Oni to feel your erection pressing against him.

He pulled away from your arm and looked down, seeing the outline of your bulge through your pants. You quickly became embarrassed and hid your face with your hands. The Oni tilted his head and let out a deep chuckle.

You were in pain, clearly excited, and ashamed of yourself? Could there be a better combination for the enemy?

His hand came down to grab at your clothed cock and you gasped, quickly uncovering your eyes to look at him in shock.

He stared back at you with a mix of hatred, triumph and lust. And you quickly knew he had the upper hand here.

“No, no. Please don’t..” you whimpered when he ripped your pants and underwear open, taking your dick out and touching it more.

You hated how much you liked the feeling of his hand on you. Touching you. It had been so long that you never thought of things like this anymore.

He practically tore off the armor that was covering his groin and he grabbed your hand, making you palm him too. You sucked in a harsh breath as you felt how huge he was. Huge and very hard.

The Oni’s breathing was getting heavier and heavier as you kept touching him. And his eyes seemed to burn brighter as he got hornier with each passing moment.

The warrior recalled a time where he spied on his sensei having sex with another man and it was shocking. When he confronted him about it, his sensei told him that strength increased when you slept with the same sex and the bond was much more powerful.

He sensed your strength when you tried fighting him off before, and he craved it.

His excitement was getting to be too much and he took his cock out from his pants, spitting on his hand and giving it a few pumps.

You watched him with a bite of your lip, getting nervous as his dick was a monstrous size. He must’ve been 12 inches and looked very thick.

So when he grabbed your hips and brought you closer to him, you pleaded with him again.

“Please don’t just shove it in!” You cried out as he pulled the rest of your pants and underwear down— exposing your ass.

The Oni didn’t understand your language but he could definitely tell you were nervous. He glanced down at his cock and your ass. The size difference was painfully obvious and he figured you’d be in quite a bit of pain if he just started fucking you right away. Would that mess with the strength he was trying to take from you? Perhaps he had to go slowly.

He brought his hand up and licked his fingers to get them slick with spit. It didn’t take him long to put one finger inside and you squirmed uncomfortably, groaning out in slight pain as his fingers were big too.

He continued to prep you and added another finger, stretching you out to accommodate his size as best he could.

Just when it was starting to feel good, the samurai took his digits out and you whined.

The Oni let out a condescending laugh when you made such a pathetic noise. What a change in character from the person you were before.

Soon the head of his cock was poking your ass and you slapped a hand over your mouth, preparing for the pain.

And boy, was it painful.

You squealed into your hand as the Oni pushed 3/4 of his length inside you and he grunted lowly. It was so tight. But it was such an addicting heat you had that he wanted more. So he pushed the rest of himself inside you.

The tears streamed down your cheeks as he started thrusting and you let out pained grunts each time. He was just too big, you figured you’d never get used to it.

But you did.

His cock found your prostate quickly and you let out a surprised moan. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you ached your back a few inches off the floor.

Fuck, that felt better than it should’ve.

The Oni grabbed one of your legs and put them over his broad, muscled shoulder and thrusted deeper into you— making sure to hit that special spot that made such a cute noise come out of you. He breathlessly chuckled, seeing your pained expression become lustful and desperate for more.

Your hand grabbed his and you pulled him down to your level, staring into the reds of his eyes with horny, half lidded eyes.

“Harder.” You told him. And he caught on quickly.

Your other leg came to rest on his opposite shoulder and his pace was becoming more rough. Loud moans and groans left your mouth and you clawed at the futon beneath you as the pleasure was building up.

The samurai growled and latched his mouth onto your neck, biting into it so he could get another taste of your blood. You let out a silent gasp, not being able to create a noise when you felt his tongue lapping up the blood and sucking so harshly.

“Oh god.. oh fuck..” You breathed out, over and over again as you bounced back and forth on his dick.

The Oni definitely got strength as he was absorbing your blood and he thrusted harder. His release was close and he suspected yours was too.

You panted as you felt your neglected cock swelling up and leaking pre cum, whimpering and whining as it was becoming too much.

The warrior above you left your neck and shoved his tongue into your mouth, sharing the taste of your blood.

You groaned into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer and running your fingers through his long white hair.

Your cock suddenly let out strings of white cum that landed on the Oni’s chest and stomach— as well as your own.

The man on top of you gave one last thrust and buried his seed deep inside you, letting out a snarl as you clenched around him and pulled away from your mouth.

He had so much cum that it was spilling before he even took his cock out, which wasn’t a surprise to you at all. This man had to be more than 200 years old.

You tried not to pass out since the blood loss was starting to get to you and made you very lightheaded. The Oni himself felt better than he had before.

He pulled his cock out of you and tucked himself away. His armor was placed back on and he stood up, going to grab his weapon.

You could only stare at him tiredly as he placed his sword in its sheath and left the house. He was out to collect the rest of the blood splattered on the map to prepare for his next match.

You didn’t expect him to give you aftercare anyways.

After gaining some strength, you pulled yourself up and groaned in pain. Your backside was very sore and your arm and neck started throbbing, but you forced yourself to go.

The hatch was still an escape option, and you needed to find it before the Oni did.

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Well this was a long one. I wonder if anyone else has a severe crush on this man like I do?

Also that whole ‘sleeping with the same sex increases strength’ thing is apparently true and it’s what the old and young samurai did with each other to strengthen the bond and believed sleeping with women actually made you weaker. It’s quite gross since the younger samurai in-training are almost always children. >:(

Next time I’m writing Trickster

#DBD #dead by deadlight #dbd x reader #dbd oni #dbd oni x reader #dbd x male reader

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