#dead by daylight fanfic

[koisuko]

Imagine:

A ruthless killer shows mercy. (For my best friend❣️)

Tw: blood, pain, chase, gn reader, use of “you”

Could it get any fucking worse?

This was the 4th time in a row that the entity had chosen you as a victim of the trials. The 4th goddamn time. And for the 4th time, you had shocked yourself in the wires of the generator. A quick jolt shot through the bone of your finger, causing you to flinch and gasp, more in surprise than in pain. You sighed, wiping the sweat from your brow. You weren't a mechanic before all this shit started, yet somehow you knew how to get these things running with little thought or recollection of learning prior. As soon as you knelt down by the still and cold hunk of metal, it was like working on autopilot. Several clicks and huffs before the machine began pumping in succession, whirring to life with one last pull of a lever. The light above ignited, illuminating the once dark and eerie area, signaling one step closer to an escape.

You rose to your feet, dusting the dirt from your ruined jeans. Odd, it was unusually quiet, and the peace was becoming unsettling. It couldn’t have been someone like Ghost Face or Myers, you would have felt the hairs on your neck bristle by this point. Yet if it was someone like the Huntress, you’d hear her hums from miles away. So, why was it so..silent?

You didn’t run, instead creeping with featherlight steps towards the next generator. You could see the top of the light peeking over a wooden wall, but you were too scared to bolt for it. Better to play it safe, incase it really was a stealth killer, and the lack of sleep dulling your ability to sense their eyes on you.

After a few careful steps, you made it to the wall, peeking around to reveal the generator. This was the last one, the last barrier between you, and the gate to freedom. You could practically feel the adrenaline coursing through you at the sight of it. You sighed in relief, taking one step towards it before crying out in pain. Your leg had caught in several strands of bloody barbed wire, your foot sinking and squelching in a bulging red substance. You began to panic, struggling against the hold the barbed wire had on your calf. The more you struggled, the tighter it felt, the sharp tips digging deeper into your skin.

You could hear it now, the loud orchestra of a thundering heartbeat, the sound deafening you from every direction. The only sound breaking through, was the heavy breathing approaching rapidly, and the grinding metallic echo of a massive knife. You winced and wreathed, the wire drawing blood. You watched as it trickled down, joining the bubbling red liquid beneath you.

Run, you screamed into your head. Finally, you managed to free yourself from the coils keeping you in place. Thump, your heart was hammering against your ribcage. Thump, the rhythm matching the stomps of your feet against the dirt, your legs carrying you away from the killer. Thump thump, every time you think you’ve gained distance, he’s quick to close it with each stride. You could see him picking up speed, this chase was nothing to him. You were a goner, with no where to hide and no where to run. And you were right to think so. One second you were running as fast as you could, and the next you were face first in the dirt, your body colliding harshly with the cold ground. You had been too busy looking behind you to notice the trail of torment drawn in your path. You pay the price now, tangled in the stinging barbs of your mistake.

He approached, slowly. You could hear his growls and breaths echoing off the walls of his chamber like head. With each step closer, each inch towards death, your heart deafened you with terror. You had no choice, no way to fight back. So you accepted it, closing your eyes to await the burning sensation of a fatal slash. To your surprise, it never came.

It had become silent once again, even his growls had calmed to an extent. Your eyes fluttered open, being met with his towering figure gazing down on you. He didn’t speak, or make a move, just simply watched. It was unsettling, terrifying even, to see him stand so still. If only you could read minds, was he going to kill you? What did he want? A scream had broken you from your thoughts, sounding from somewhere behind you. On instinct, you craned your neck to look in the direction you heard it, hoping to see a teammate coming to your rescue, only to see nothing in particular. With a heavy huff, you turned back to meet empty space where the executioner once stood. You stared off to where you presumed he had gone, a perplexed look in your eyes at the mercy shown from a killer.

#dead by daylight #dead by deadlight #dbd killer #dbd survivor #dbd #dbd ghostface #dbd x reader #dbd pyramid head #dbd fanfic #dbd fandom #pyramid head #dead by daylight fanfic #dead by daylight x reader #dbd x you #gn reader #dbd pyramid head x reader #pyramid head x reader #pyramid head x you

[thecreelhouse]

I can be your rotten fantasy ☠︎︎🔪♡

Paring: dbd!Steve Harrington x Reader x dbd!Ghostface

Summary: In search of taking your sex life to the next level, Steve takes something that doesn’t belong to him, only for the consequences to be greater than either of you expected.

Word count: 3.7k

CW/Tags: Steve and reader being horny morons, rough sex (PiV), oral sex (m receiving), light impact play, bondage, dacryphilia, dub-con, dirty talk, knife kink/play, DBD references, Pyramid Head mention

A/N: this has been sitting in my docs since 2021, and I kinda forgot all about it until last night. This is Dead By Daylight based, but it can still be read without any knowledge of DBD! title is from body parts by bludnymph. happy reading, fellow horror sluts. <3

🔪♡ ︎♡ ︎♡ ︎🔪

“Wait, wait— did I show you what I was able to swipe?”

Your brows knit together, curious over Steve’s words. He takes it as a sign to reach into his back pocket, pulling out a mask to show you— Ghostface’s mask.

“Steve, how the fuck did you get this?”

“He keeps extras in the basement. I found one hiding in a locker down there during the last trial.” Steve smirks— the same way he always does with the small ounce of ‘cocky son-of-a-bitch’ he has left in him.

“He’s gonna kill you.” You murmur, watching as Steve puts it over his head, pausing before slipping the mask over his face. 

“Not much of a difference from how he usually does, huh?” Steve still looks too confident, while you cant help but look over your shoulder in worry that Ghostface is around. 

He wouldn’t be, realistically. The two of you aren’t even in a trial, and far away, safe from the killers. For now.

“Steve…” Your voice warns, ignoring the warmth in your lower stomach. “This could really get us in trouble.”

“C’mon, you said you had a thing for bad guys.” Steve mumbles as he leans towards your face, lips barely touching yours. You snort at his corny words, but he ignores that. “You’re the one that said you have a thing for being scared.”

It wasn’t a lie: you really did have a thing for being scared, in the right situations, of course. There have been times you felt … excited as you were cornered or downed by some of the killers. You weren’t sure what exactly did it for you— the stalking, the weapons, the darkness of the beings themselves …. There was always something that got you way, way too aroused.

Steve pulls the mask over his face, donning the signature expression Ghostface always wore. His rather soft touches became rougher, fingers digging into the skin of your hips where your shirt rode up. 

You’re flipped around, back against the wall, while Steve grasps your throat. A strangled moan escapes you as you try to hold it back, trying not to come off as so needy and desperate already.

It doesn’t miss Steve, though. “You do like this, don’t you?” His voice is muffled through the mask, but still low and laced with lust.

You shut your eyes before nodding hesitantly, squeaking out an affirmative sound. You can’t see Steve’s face, but you know damn well he’s still smirking under that mask.

Steve rolls his hips into yours, grinding his already hard cock against you. Again, you try to hold back a moan, but it still comes out in a fractured, shuddered, breathy mess. He gropes your breasts roughly, tugging at your nipples through your shirt with a firm pinch.

“F- fuck—“ You gasp, hands flying to Steve’s pants, immediately undoing them. Steve moves a hand down to yours, mirroring your actions. The two of you end up nude waist down quickly. 

The thing was, you never knew when you’d be summoned to another trial, so usually any sexual experience had to be rushed, just in case. At this point, you and Steve were pros at quickies.

“God, sweetheart… wish I had a knife to play with you some more,” Steve grunts as he runs the head of his cock along your wet folds. You hook a leg around his hip, giving him easier access to your entrance.

“Nex- next time,” You gasp as he presses against your clit. Steve chuckles lowly behind the mask, teasing you again by dragging his leaking head against your sensitive spot. “Steve, please, j- just fuck me alrea—“

Steve thrusts into you without much warning, causing you to scream out and throw your head back into the wall. He slaps your face, albeit still with his gentle touch, but it makes you clench around him regardless. 

Steve groans loudly as he keeps his brutal pace, knowing he’s close already, and you’re not far behind, squeezing him so tight, threatening to milk him dry.

 “Yeah… fuck…” His grunts are muffled, but you’ve never heard him so… feral. You can’t hold back the filthy cries spilling out of you, almost screams, as Steve continues drilling into you. “This was worth the risk.”

—————

As silence settled around you, your ears still rang, filling the void. Chest still heaving with deep pants, you wondered if you had ever run that fast in a trial before.

Exhausted, you let yourself collapse back into the overgrown grass underneath you. You made it through, you actually escaped. You should’ve been relieved you bypassed another gruesome death, but all that was on your mind was Steve.

The two of you became separated after the second generator kicked on, sprinting in opposite directions after a close call with Pyramid Head. After that, you tried keeping an eye out for any sign of Steve, but were unsuccessful. Eventually the timer ran down and you had to leave through the open gate while you still could. 

You could only hope that Steve made it through before you.

“Jesus Christ, the deaths aren’t permanent in this place, settle down.” You mentally scold yourself, dragging a dirt caked and blood crusted hand down your face. “He’ll be fine either way.”

 Even with the self reassurance that the deaths weren’t final, your exhaustion was slowly turning over into rage. Fuck these trials, fuck these goddamn killers, and the Entity can absolutely go fuck itself to hell and back as far as you were concerned.

The post-trial fatigue was always ruthless; you could feel your eyelids slowly closing on their own, muscles growing limp as your body relaxed from its fight-or-flight mode that was a part of your everyday life now. With all your strength left, you moved back to rest against a giant tree, one with yours and Steve’s initials carved into the decaying bark.

 “You could just wait here for him, this is your spot anyway, he knows where to find you.”

It’s unclear how much time passes since your eyes slip shut, but you let them flutter open at the sound of someone walking on the gravel nearby.

At first sight, you jump and yelp, falling onto your back on the ground. You begin to nervously laugh as you realize—

“Steve, give it up already.” You tease as he leans over you, while you look at each other upside down. He’s wearing the Ghostface mask again, but then you notice something new. “Did you steal one of his robes too?”

 Steve shrugs silently, and you have to roll your eyes. 

“What? Now you’re not talking either?” You lean up on the backs of your arms, staring into the mask’s pitch black eyes. “Should’ve got the voice changer to make it believable.”

His head tilts slowly as he continues to look down at you. Another nervous laugh slips past your lips.

“Very funny, Harrington.” You reach up to pull the mask off, but his strong, gloved hand pins yours down to the ground. You grunt in surprise. “Hey! A little warning when you wanna play rough. Jerk.”

His other hand grips your free hand, pinning down next to your other hand. Yanking them together, he positions them above your head, gripping onto you with one hand as his other hand reaches behind him. Searching quickly, he pulls a rope from god knows where, before sloppily tying your hands together.

“A- are we gonna pick a safe word?”

Steve continues binding your wrists together; the knot is a wreck, but still effective. He hovers over your trembling form, staring at you like you’re prey.

“O- okay… I can pick it—“ You sharply gasp as Steve swiftly slips a knife under your shirt, slicing up the middle of the fabric. The ruined shirt falls aside, leaving your bra exposed. “Fuck… fuck… okay— uh— entity?”

Steve’s shoulders fall, then begin to shake ever so slightly in a silent laugh. You roll your eyes and huff, but he nods regardless.

The knife is polished, like it’s never been used. It makes your skin crawl with terror and excitement. Steve rests it on your chest, flat side to your skin, still for a moment. Then he slides it under your bra, tugging the sharp side up away from you. The twist of the weapon with the pressure from your bra, tight against your skin, digs the blunt side of metal into your sternum uncomfortably.

Shivering, you hold still, apprehensive to make any detrimental moves. It takes a bit of effort, but the blade finally slices through the stiffness of the bra’s gore. Though the two of you are ways away from the camp, you still blush at feeling so exposed out in the open.

One gloved hand reaches for your chest, groping roughly. You wince at the sudden painful pace, but you’re not immune to the pleasure that follows, arching into his touch. The other hand holding the knife begins to trace teasingly along your skin.

“You uh- you know how to use that th- thing, right?”

Steve nods slowly, still silent. You didn’t expect him to be so… dedicated to the character.

The knife’s tip catches along your sensitive skin, just enough to prick the surface, but it still startles you, granting another gasp.

“Wait- wa- hold on—” You panic, but force yourself to stay still. You trust Steve, he’d never hurt you, but something about this all feels… off.

Across the softest part of your breast, the entire edge slides across, ever so slightly. It’s smaller than a paper cut, but it still stings enough that you wince.

You watch blood bubble up a little through the laceration, gulping in fear. You didn’t expect Steve to jump right into knife play, ever. He teased often, but he was too nice to actually do it.

Thinking about it all made you dizzy with pleasure, soaking through your bottoms with arousal. Steve slowly starts to grind his hips into yours, knife still teasing along the surface of your skin. It catches and scrapes every so often, leaving behind thread-thin lacerations along your torso. You don’t bother to hide the whimpers his actions earn.

“St- oh, fu- fuck!”

So distracted by the knife, you didn’t even notice that he undid your pants before slamming into you mercilessly. It takes you a moment to register the way he stretches you so suddenly, and then the wave of pain hits.

Your mouth hangs open, but you can’t find your voice, can’t bring yourself to form words. A beat passes before a raw, raspy scream escapes your throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Steve, what is your—“

He slams himself into you again, stealing the rest of your question. The knife comes up to your throat, blade just close enough to threaten you with fear and the possibility of consequence as it rests on your skin. You’re tempted to use your safe word, jarred by how fast the scene has escalated.

Terror running through your veins only heightened your arousal more; Steve throws his head back, releasing a strangled groan under the mask. 

That didn’t sound like Steve. … At all.

Your heart leaps into your throat at the sound, pure horror replacing every other feeling you had just moments ago.

 Eyes wide, you dare looking at the mask, fighting back moans as he pumped into you. “You… you’re- you aren’t St—-“

“Hey, sorry I’m late, that trial was a nightm—“

Your head flips to the side, unable to believe the sight just feet away from you. Steve, worn out, exhausted, dried blood across his features. 

 Steve freezes in place, eyes growing as wide as yours, silent in fear. You do a double take— to Steve, then Ghostface. Ghostface, Steve. Steve was never in the Ghostface costume, so that means—

“Surprise, sweetheart.”

 The gravelly voice confirms your fears, and you squirm under the stranger, with no luck on escaping. 

Steve begins sprinting over, his well intentioned hero instinct taking over by default, but Ghostface presses the knife closer to your throat. You do your best not to hyperventilate as the sharp edge sits against such a sensitive area, but you’re terrified.

 If you die outside of a trial, is the death permanent? Because this was not the way you wanted to find out.

“Watch yourself, Stevie.” Ghostface’s tone dripped with mockery, continuing his rough thrusts into you, earning faint, defeated whimpers from you. “They’re really enjoying this. Should feel how wet they get when they’re threatened.”

Steve’s face contorts into concern and rage all in one, eyes darting between you and the masked killer.

Meanwhile, you’re trying your absolute hardest not to moan while your eyes well up with tears. Of fear? Maybe pleasure? Guilt? You weren’t sure, but Ghostface is right, you’re enjoying this, and you feel filthy. 

“You just can’t stop soaking my cock, huh, sweetheart?”

Your mouth falls open, unable to find your words still. Before your eyes roll back, you glance over at Steve with shame and desire.

“Sit and stay, pretty boy.” Ghostface points to the ground with his knife, and Steve reluctantly obeys. While still drilling into you, he groans “This is what happens when you fuck around with my shit.”

“We di- didn’t—“

“I wouldn’t fucking lie now if I were you,” Ghostface pushes the knife just a little further, and this time you can feel it catch ever so slightly on your skin. 

You gasp, then a sob escapes you, to which Ghostface just laughs.

“Who are you trying to fool, slut?” He growls as clearly as possible through the mask, keeping his pace. “You just squeezed me so fucking tight when I moved the knife, don’t pretend you don’t like this.”

Another sob leaves you, but it molds into a moan, because he’s right. You like this. You shouldn’t, this is wrong on so many levels, but the way Ghostface continues to rail you, you go dumb as your mind goes blank. Nothing else matters.

Ghostface pulls the knife away from you, and you shudder a sigh of relief, though internally you’re kind of disappointed at the loss. He notices and laughs again. Laughs right in your fucking face.

Before you can process anything, he pulls out, leaving you empty for only a moment before flipping you over on your stomach. As his hand reaches to shove your face into the ground, he bottoms out in you, earning filthy noises from you both.

Steve is horrified, but he can’t look away. Was it shock? Was it anger? He wanted to step in and help you, but he was afraid the wrong decision would cost you your life.

And if Steve was being totally honest, he wasn’t sure how the rules worked outside of trials. Killers didn’t approach survivors outside of the hell the Entity conjures up. There was no way for him to know if that changed outside of trials, and he wasn’t trying to find that out by sacrificing you.

… And, if Steve was being totally, absolutely honest, he was finding it hard to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. He couldn’t figure out what the fuck was wrong with him, but he was well aware how twisted this was.

“S- Stevie—“ You whimper, trying to reach your bound hands out in his direction. Ghostface laughs again, pushing your face into the ground with more pressure. Again, your walls constrict around him, and you feel shame at how much you like the abuse.

“Oh, does the poor damsel in distress want their knight in shining armor?” Ghostface mocks, thrusting all the way to the hilt with no concern for how you feel. You feel gravel and dirt scrape against your face as he continues pounding you into the ground.

Something about that, all of that, just makes you even more wet.

Steve can’t help but let his hand palm himself through his jeans. God, does he look ashamed, but something about that just made your skin burn up even more.

“If your pretty boy wants to join in, by all means,” Ghostface snarks as he gestures towards you while staring Steve down. “But I call the shots.”

———

You’ve lost count on the amount of orgasms that’ve torn through you already. Somewhere around the fourth high, the one that rolled right into the fifth with no warning, that’s when your brain went fuzzy, deep in subspace.

“So cock drunk, you just couldn’t stop at one, could you?”

Ghostface’s gloved hand shoves you closer to his pelvis, causing you to gag on his length. He tasted of you and him combined, and that alone was able to drive you wild. Even better, Steve was railing into you from behind as Ghostface fucked your mouth, matching Steve’s pace.

“Pretty little thing needed to be spit roasted so bad.” Ghostface teases, admiring the way your wide eyes look up at him as he continues fucking your face, eyes rimmed with tears. “Bet you let everyone fuck you around here, huh?”

You groan around his shaft, his words causing you to clench up. That sets Steve off, moaning sinfully as he slammed into you. His fingers on the left hand grip the swell of your ass, desperate for something to hold onto for balance. His right hand holds the knife— Ghostface encouraged him to try some knife play— the length of the blade parallel with your spine.

 Every so often the blade scrapes your skin as he creates taunting patterns with the tip. You whimper, scared, but your cunt tells a different story. Steve continues fucking harder, harder than he’s ever fucked anyone before.

“Our p- personal little fuck toy,” Steve grunts; every so often he makes a comment with some dirty talk much tamer than Ghostface’s, but hearing him talk at all is enough to make the coil in your stomach tighten.

“I usually don’t— yeah, right there—“ Ghostface grabs your head with both hands, hips snapping into your face mercilessly. “I don’t usually share, pretty boy… Jesus Christ— but I- I’ll make an exception for you two.”

 Steve’s hips stutter— he’s close. His head lolls back with a deep, gravelly groan. “Th- they were mine first.”

The way they talk about you with objectification, as if you’re not even there, it humiliates you, sending you closer to yet another release. Your legs shake, and your arms weaken, unable to hold yourself up anymore. Ghostface twists his gloved hand into your hair, tugging your head up to stay on his cock. The pull is intense, causing tears to spill over onto your face, mixing in with the dried blood and dirt that already settled there hours ago.

 Ghostface ignores Steve’s claim, rutting into your mouth with all he’s got. Steve takes that as a challenge to one-up him, thrusts picking up to a merciless speed and force. The silence of the night around you is broken by all three of you grunting, groaning, and especially you crying from how good this feels. The filthy noises of your slick cunt sucking Steve in as his skin slaps against yours, and the gagging from your mouth as Ghostface continues fucking your face are dragging you to climax with ease.

 You’re drooling on Ghostface’s cock while you soak Steve’s, eyes rolling back as another orgasm hits you full force, causing your entire body to convulse as pleasure consumes every inch of your being. Steve finally spills into you, making a mess of your tight, velvety walls that continue to flutter around him, while a guttural moan escapes him. 

Light flashes quickly in your face; Ghostface has his fucking camera in hand, skillfully taking a selfie as Steve cums, and you’re crying with Ghostface deep down your throat. He’s definitely done this before, only taking one and sighing satisfied before he cums, too.

“Oh, fuck… good girl…filthy bitch.” Ghostface grunts as he shoots his seed into your stuffed mouth, saltiness hitting your tongue before you swallow, left panting as he pulls out from your swollen lips. “That was fun, sweetheart, but I gotta go score some kills.” He releases the grip on your hair, and you collapse into the ground.

Steve throws the knife to the ground near Ghostface, panting as he pulls out of you, watching the mix of your arousal with his drip out of you and pool on the ground below. 

“Next time you try stealing my shit,” Ghostface points his knife towards Steve, “You’re choking on my cock too, pretty boy.”

Steve ignores the way his threat stirs something within him.

 The masked killer stands, flipping the knife in his hand before sheathing it somewhere under his robe, walking away like nothing even happened. His tall, threatening figure dissolves into the mist by the edge of the forest, leaving you and Steve alone.

 “Jesus Christ, what the fuck just happened?” Steve breathes, pulling you towards him as he moves back to the tree you were waiting by earlier. Working on the knot that still holds your wrists together, he asks softly “Are you okay?”

 Gazing up at Steve as he pulls your back against his chest, he notices the mess your spit and tears made all over yourself. You’ve got small, superficial cuts along various spots of your body, your lips are cock-swollen, and bruises are forming already from where they both gripped and manhandled you. Above it all, you’ve got the most dazed, sleepy smile plastered on your face.

 “M’so okay, you?”

 Steve reveals a smirk he was holding back as he looks down at you. “That was… fucking terrifying, but at least neither of us died.”

 “Like you didn’t enjoy it.” You tease, eyes fluttering shut as you settle into Steve’s arms. 

“I’m not denying that.” Steve admits, kissing the top of your head. “Never stealing from him again, though.”

 “You better not steal from any of the killers ever again.” You murmur, sleep creeping up on you.

 There’s not much to do for aftercare out here, other than keeping one another company while giving comfort. You’re still a filthy wreck; tears, saliva, dried blood and dirt everywhere, while still dripping the mixed slick from Steve fucking you.

“Trust me, I won’t.”

 A comfortable silence falls over the two of you, but you break it before exhaustion can steal you for the night.

 “… You think Pyramid Head likes threesomes?”

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[saffronwritings]

She’s Better Than That - Trickster

Once again, you found yourself trapped in another nightmarish trial within the ceaseless game orchestrated by the Entity. It pitted a disparate group of survivors against the sadistic killers it had carefully chosen to exploit their darkest terrors. Two of the five generators had been completed with minimal effort as it seemed the killer was having trouble with keeping up with Feng. A chuckle left your lips as you remember her passing through your area singing a song about how bad the killer’s aim was. This was the only key you had to the killer’s identity.

You were no trackstar like Meg or the ever elusive Feng, so you kept to doing what you knew how to do best - fixing the generators in a desperate attempt to survive. Your generator was so close to being done when you felt the terror radius getting stronger. A slew of curses left your mouth. You hadn’t been hooked all match, nor had you tried to run the killer. You had let Feng terrorize the killer all she pleased. The killer must have gotten fed up with her antics and left her to find someone else to target.

Unfortunately, you had no one else on the generator with you so you would have to be the one to take chase away from the almost finished generator. You slipped some of the blast mines Jill had handed you at the beginning of the match onto the generator. She said that it was like an extra layer of protection for the generator. As well as temporarily blinding the killer and giving you enough time to escape. 

You ensured that the mines were on the generator before slowly creeping around the nearby trees and crouching behind a boulder. You listened intently as the footsteps of the killer grew louder and you heard the ragged breathing from someone who was just running around the entire map. You held your breath as the killer slowed down in front of your generator.

BOOM.

A grin slipped across your lips as you heard the blast mines sound; sending a slew of crows in the area to fly away from all the commotion. You stayed absolutely still as you continued your stakeout near the now regressing generator. Although you hadn’t heard the generator get hit again by the killer and that alerted you immediately. The generator wasn’t actively regressing yet. Maybe the killer got upset and left the area as you hadn’t heard any more footsteps in your direction.. 

You had peeked around the boulder and something whizzed by your face.  The iron scent reached your nose before you felt the blood trickling down your cheek. Terror spiked your adrenaline and you bolted from your spot towards your planned exit strategy. You knew there was a pallet lined up a few meters away from the generator and you prayed to whatever god that would listen that one of the others would quickly get the generator. 

You were stopped in your tracks as the killer stepped into your direct line of sight and you had locked eyes with him. How did he get in front of you so fast? You felt your blood chill and all your senses cloud in fear. Using your momentum you had quickly turned sharp right and booked it for the killer shack. A light-hearted chuckle escaped the killer’s lips as if he was getting more excited about the chase. 

Blood-lust. He had been chasing Feng for pretty much three generators. How long had it been between the time he lost Feng and he found your little corner of the map? You vaulted over the window in the killer shack. You quickly glanced around the surroundings. Thankfully Feng had not used the shack pallet like the pro runner that she was. The other blessing was that the basement was not at this killer shack. Just a bunch of lockers and a perfect place to loop. 

Contemplating your next move you heard a faint humming outside the window you had just vaulted over and noticed that it was blocked by the entity. A curse left your lips as you made eye contact with the killer again. His golden eyes squinting at you and a wicked smile curling at his lips. His fluorescent yellow jacket hanging gracefully on his frame with his spiked bat in his hand. Blood was staining his hands and had some splattered on various patches of his body.

“There you are.” The Korean Idol purred as he rounded the exit without the pallet towards you. Within seconds your feet were hitting the pavement with desperate speed as you made your way to the other side of the killer shack. He was too fast though and ended up cracking his back against the middle of your back. A wail left your lips as you stumbled forward, catching yourself before you fell to the ground. 

You sucked in a tight breath, slammed the pallet down and sprinted out of the killer shack. You quickly looked behind you to notice you had indeed landed your stun. When he looked up from the shock of the pallet he met your eyes and you felt your heartbeat thud even harder. He wanted you and he wasn’t going to stop until he got you.

Focusing back to what was in front of you,  your eyes darted everywhere as you looked to find your next path. In front of you was one of the generators you and Jill had finished together earlier in the trial. You weren’t really familiar with the MacMillian Estate maps. You knew a few of them like the back of your hand; however this was one of the particular maps you did not excel in.

Huffs of air were desperate to escape your lips as you hammered your feet into the ground in desperate attempts to get away from this killer. Suddenly, you felt a hand wrap around your forearm and swung you to a forced stop against one of the trees surrounding the estate. He had pinned himself over you with daggers that were plunged into the tree in both of his hands that were above your head. You stared wildly at the idol as he caged your injured form into the tree.

He towered over you easily and was able to plant himself in such a way that you were unable to slip from his grasp. His golden eyes bore into yours and a small smirk crossed across his chapped lips as he realized the position the two of you were in. He hummed in amusement at the bewildered look in your eyes and noticed your rapid eye movement and elevated breathing. 

He effortlessly pulled the two blades out from the tree and  pocketed one of the knives into where he sheathed them. He replaced his right arm to be above you and lightly trailed your jaw line with the remaining  blade. A sting of its cut left its wake but your attention was too focused on the killer in front of you. You flinched as he  leaned close to you and you felt his breath hit your neck, still feeling the cold of the blade against your skin, as he whispered into your ear, “How annoying”. 

 Goosebumps had risen on your skin and you felt your cheeks burning as he pulled away from your personal space. It was honestly a miracle that your knees hadn’t given out on you. With the teasing smile that lingered on his lips as he pulled away from your ear you instantly knew you were a flustered mess. 

He retracted his blade from your jawline, lowering his hands and slowly walked away from you. Before he turned around to start walking in the opposite direction he threw a wink your way. You felt your heart hammering in your chest. You weren’t sure if it was from the chase, what had just happened or a combination of the two. Taking a few grounding breaths to try and process what had just happened. 

“How annoying” You could practically almost feel his lips on your neck. You put your hand on your neck and almost felt weak in the knees. You had locked eyes with a killer and he had spared you. He had cornered you. You were helpless against him. 

You liked that you were helpless against him.

You shook your head at the thought. What has gotten into you? Which side were you on? Outside of this hell there were countless murder victims with his hands covered in their blood. Screams recorded on soundtracks. His voice. His sultry voice breathed against your neck. The cold blade keeping your absolutely still and at his mercy- 

You pushed yourself off from the tree and shook your head from the onslaught of thoughts. You were better than that.

Weren’t you?

#dbd #dead by daylight #trickster x reader #dbd x reader #ji woon hak x reader #the trickster x reader #ji woon hak #dead by daylight fanfic #dead by daylight x reader #dbd fanfic

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The Knife in You Brings Out the Life in Me - Danny Johnson x Reader

Masterlist

Prologue ~

Summary:

Y/n was never close with her cousin Billy and hadn’t seen him in years, but when he shows up at her roadside home, running from the law and with a Stu on his arm, she figures it’s best to let him stay. He wouldn’t.. gut her? Right? Best not take any chances! The real kicker, however, is when their inspiration - the real and original Ghostface - shows up. She has less faith he’ll let her live if she isn’t careful.

"How could this happen? Am I dreaming again? Her body's not moving I'm assuming she's dead"

- The Greatest Story Ever Told, Ice Nine Kills

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"Fuck, Billy! What'd we do now?" Stu stressed, knife in hand, gesturing wildly.

"Well... our face is on every news station, too many people around here know who we are." Like Stu, Billy still wore his shitty dollar store Ghostface costume, albeit their masks were tossed off to the side. Both were covered in blood, Billy slightly more so, and Billy was trying to keep his cool while Stu made every effort to panic.

"Ok, so.. we need to lie low?"

"Exactly. I have a rich cousin who doesn't live far from here, but still pretty out of the way. She's a recluse, we won't be bothered there... assuming she'll take us in."

After pulling off their first couple murders scot free, Billy and Stu decided they couldn't let the thrill go. Of course it was going to bite them in the ass eventually, but how were they supposed to know karma is a cold hearted bitch? Welp! They sure do now...

Their latest victim managed to get away, and while she didn't see their faces, she was damn sure she knew the killers. The two slash happy teens had taken a hit at another one of their classmates who they weren't too fond of, and they got cocky. Gave a hint hint, wink wink, at who they were behind the masks to scare the poor victim into thinking she was going to get her guts spilled by the guys who sit across the classroom to her in chemistry. It's all part of the thrill!

Except this time the bitch got away and ran to the police.

Stu was quiet for a moment before another thought occurred to him. "What about... you know who..? How will he find us if we drop off the map?"

"For all we know Danny's watching us right now! He's probably laughing about us fucking up.. he'll find us or he won't, that's up to him. Right now we need to get out of dodge."

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Danny Johnson. The original Ghostface. Billy and Stu thought they were funny copycatting such a famous psycho. He was their role model of sorts.

Things changed when good ol' Jed Olsen started being pally with Billy and Stu, though. He was older. Sort of came out of nowhere. Knew things he shouldn't have known.

At first the pair were worried he knew what they were up to and just needed confirmation before going to the police, but Jed seemed to find it more funny than anything. He had this energy about him that made them cautious.

One night they were getting ready to start stalking another future victim (Miss run-away-and-blab-to-the-police funnily enough) when they got a phone call.

"Do you like scary movies?" The familiar staticky voice had spoken. "Who am I kidding? Of course you do! Why else would you both be starring in one? The question is... are you really the predators? Or are you actually... the prey?" The line had gone dead a moment later.

But when they shared a slightly concerned glance and decided to continue to leave for their midnight hobby, they opened the door to see a matching - though much more pristine mask  - staring back at them.

The Ghostface at the door didn't wear a cheap, scraggly, dollar store Halloween costume like Billy and Stu. He wore thick, black, sturdy material with straps and combat boots. Ohhh fuuuuuck... this guy is serious.

Danny gave them a good scare and let them fear for their lives for a while. Danny's a better killer than them. More experienced. More ruthless, and far more premeditated. But despite planning on killing them at first (they stole his entire thing, they couldn't get away with it, Danny had been planning this for a while) in the moment, he saw potential in them. Also they were a good laugh.

From then on, Danny took them under his wing and turned up when he felt like it to guide them in stalking and nurture their talent for murder.

Danny wasn't typically the kind of guy to help out other killers, especially ones who steal his likeness, but these guys had the same raw psychopathy that Danny sees in himself. And also, what the hell, he gets bored, they buy him free meals, they treat him like a god, what's not love!

And so Billy and Stu met their hero and dedicated their time to someday be as great as him. (Danny knew they'd never live up to him, he can always kill 'em when they get boring).

But now they've fucked up. Their victim got away. Danny's laughing and hiding in a bush somewhere vowing to never let them live it down. And Billy and Stu are hitching a ride to Billy's cousins place, hoping y/n will look past the blood and murder and let them crash for a little while.

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A/N: ok this is the prologue for my new fic! Now I know I've written fuck all in a long time, and I apologise to anyone who's been waiting on updates to my other fics if you've read any, but I've got to go where the inspiration takes me!

I hope you enjoyed this little intro and please leave a comment if you have any ideas!

Have a great day/night,

~ trick-or-fucking-treat

#danny jed olsen johnson x reader #danny johnson ghostface x reader #danny johnson x reader #danny jed olsen johnson #ghostface x reader #danny johnson #slashers x reader #slasher #slashers #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight fanfic #ghostface

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Power struggle pt. 2

Since you guys wanted it so much I present to you power struggle. This is just the after math of what happened after part one, i actually don’t recommend reading the first one since it was so bad and that was more of a self indulgence for me. I was questioning my sexuality and gender at the time (lol) but if you want to read it it’s right here (I might delete the first one later and redo it)

: pt. 1

Warnings: belly bulge, sub frank, dom reader, hints of sexual favors, top reader, no pronouns used for reader but they have a ding dong, dumbifaction, Dacryphilia because Frank is a cry baby. Frank having a sexual crisis, public sex sort of, almost getting caught, drool, gapping. Cream pie, no proper after care, a lil bit of Dwight x reader?? 🤨 obvious NSFW below the line

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“Guhh!” The feeling of sweat ran down Frank’s neck, his body was hot. The smell of sex clinging onto his body like a deep cologne. His face flushed as he hid it in a pillow that occupied the bare bed in the house that sat at the top of the cold wind farm map. Body shaking as he tried to mimic the feeling of having something fill him. Inexperienced fingers working to find his sweet spot all the while lazily stroking his cock.

Frank didn’t know what was happening to him. After that trial with.. you, he hasn’t been able to do anything normally. The thought of you and the thought of you inside of him was taking over every waking moment. Making out with Julie has even become weird as he had never been on the submissive side before and now with this new found kink he doesn’t know if he wants to stop.

It was one time but ever since then he hasn’t been able to look you in the eye. Frank wasn’t clear if it was out of pride or embarrassment but he couldn’t bear to face you for a long time. Hell, he couldn’t even look at his teams face for a while, the thought of telling them or them seeing him in such a state haunted him.

That was why he was in cold wind, before Frank wasn’t scared to jerk one off in one of the rooms in Ormand. It was their sanctuary after all. Their place of rest. But now it drove Frank mad worrying someone might catch him touching himself in such a way. At least here he would be provided a little more privacy knowing rarely anyone comes up here.

The problem for privacy was solved, the main problem now is why is his orgasm taking so long? His slender fingers were all he thought he needed to get the job done, but it wasn’t working. It wasn’t you. The excessive spit that he used for a makeshift lube leaked out of his hole as he hopelessly tried to find the certain bundle of nerves that would have him seeing stars.

Frank choked out a sob, letting tears fall down his blotched face, growing frustrated at his feeble attempts of getting off. He tried to picture you doing it to him. Your hands on his chest, playing with his sensitive nipples. Your tongue tracing over the bite marks you would litter his body with. Frank shivered at the thought.

He wanted you to ruin him.

After a while of no progress and the constant thrust of his fingers started to hurt he pulled out. His walls clenching around nothing hoping for something to fill it.

Frank weakly sat up from the pillow, a grimace look found it’s way on his face as he saw how much droll and tears he left on it. He truly is pathetic, whining and crying for God knows how long for a person who fucked him just out of hatred and spite.

He wanted to hate you for it, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know what to do.

He flipped the pillow, using the dry side to wipe the spit that slid down his digits.

Pulling his pants up and placing his mask back on his face he walked out of the Thompson residents, stumbling a little after having toyed with his now sore hole for what he could guess was for hours. Hands in his pocket as he planned on what to do next. But one thing was for certain, he needed to see you.

Frank leant on a tree just outside of the survivors camp. There were too many damn cabins to tell which one was yours. Hoping to catch you leave the food hall as it seems all the survivors just finished eating and were making their way back to their individual cabins.

And that’s when he saw you. Did you get a new cosmetic? Because it seems there was something different about you today. You carried yourself with your head held high as you chatted with your fellow survivors. It irked Frank knowing his and your interaction made you that way.

He couldn’t help but also notice your ensemble; a military green shirt that warped tightly around your frame, him taking note of how good of a job it did showing your muscles. The dog tags bouncing up and down everytime you took a confident stride. Along with the army greens tactical pants and black combat boots to match.

You truly were a sight to see as Frank had caught himself staring just a little too long, too hypnotized by your strong arms that were littered with scars. Your hand that held flashlight with great strength.

With a painful punch to his chest he tried to collect himself. He needed to focus. But it was so hard when it came to you, evidence being he was becoming completely undone just by looking at you.

At this point you had seemingly said your goodbyes and was making your way to your cabin. The group you were with one by one slipped away into their own cabins leaving you the only one left. It was quite a ways to go to get to yours. You walked for a bit longer before hearing a singular “hey”. You turned around fully expecting to see one of your friends coming back to tell you something, but you quickly realized that the sound was coming from the thick wood that circled the camp.

It wasn’t the first time Danny or even Trickster would come over and try to scare you guys. So you were quite surprised to see the one and only Frank Morrison whispering to you through some bushes. Him obviously not wanting to be seen as he hid some of his body behind a tree.

It had been a while since you had talked with Frank and you couldn’t really blame him, the shame one would feel being completely plowed by someone that is supposed to be lesser then them would be unimaginable. A smirk had a way onto your face as you remembered the trial, truth be told it has been on your mind a lot too.

“Didn’t think I’d hear from you again, Frank.” you start, eyes musing on his mask that was slightly off his face revealing the visibly hate filled expression.

Frank gritted his teeth, he wanted to say something, anything, but his tongue suddenly felt too big for his throat. You tilted your head in confusion.

“You’re the one who called me over here, and yet you have nothing to say.” You crossed your arms as you waited patiently for an answer.

“If you’re worried I’ve told someone, don’t worry I didn’t. Wouldn’t want to hurt your killer rep, now would I?” You said in a fake concerned tone. A tone the Frank couldn’t stand. He hung his head low trying to figure out what to say.

After a few more moments of uncomfortable silence you decide to start heading back to your cabin, walking away from the flustered killer. Frank panicking knowing this might be his last chance getting to see you alone.

“Wait!” He whisper yelled you stopped in your tracks yet again. Turning your head towards the killer, a bored expression dressed your face as you were in no mood to play games.

Frank looked around one last time before extending his arm out to you. You looked at his hand and back to his face, he must’ve been out of his mind if he thought you’d follow him into the deep, dark wood.

In the camp you were safe, secure. Out there he could do almost anything to you under the entity’s rule. Yet, momma always did say that your curiosity would get the better of you one day. With a huff of disbelief mostly aimed at yourself, you took his hand. The familiar burn of power gracing your senses. Whatever gave you power that trial was definitely back and ready for seconds.

Frank must’ve felt it too, tugging your arm not in a demanding way, but in an almost servile way. Like you were in control and he was merely moving you along, like a child would do to their parent, rushing them along to get to their desired destination.

Reluctantly, you followed the young killer to wherever he wanted to take you, his eyes foward and his mouth shut, you decide to do the same thing as the walk there was dead quiet. The only noise being the twigs that snapped under your feet.

You make note of how far you walked from the camp, whatever he wanted to do he wanted to do privately.

All of a sudden, Frank stops in his tracks, you being unaware of the action knocking into him. Regaining your balance you apologize, only for Frank to grab you by your shirt and shove you against a tree, pulling you into a deep kiss.

The kiss itself was enough to make you throw him off of you but you noticed how his body reacted to the kiss, the hands that he used to shove you into the tree were now clawing at the fabric of the sleeves. His legs buckled and were seemingly about to give out. You gingerly grabbing his waist to help him as he leaned more into you. Exploring your mouth as he let out whorish moans, like you were the most addicting drug, he was craving more of you.

With a paining groan Frank detached his lips from yours, a string of saliva connecting you two.

Heavy breaths filled the air, your head leaning back against the tree eyes closed in bliss, been a while since you’ve last had this.

You opened your eyes and looked down at the quivering male, his once hate filled eyes now completely blown out and filled with lust. Tear collecting at the corners. Was he about to cry?

The sight itself made you groan, using the grip on his hips to bring them closer to yours. Roughly grinding against him as if you were in rut. Frank welcoming it with open arms as wrapped his arms around your neck, hiding his face in your shirt, his drooling problem coming back into light as he was quick to cover your shirt collar in saliva.

Holy shit did that turn you on

You used your strength to turn him over. Now he was pinned against the tree and your chest was to his back, not allowing much room for him, but yet again that was the point. Shoving past his belt of faulty bullets you ran your hand along side his leaking shaft. Frank bucking his hips to try and gain friction from your hand that you kept pulling away. Just enough were he was aching for your touch but enough were he could still feel you touch him.

His face was now in his elbow as he let out loud huffs of frustration from your teasing. A part of him just wanted to push you over and ride you in the middle of the forest. So he can finally itch the scratch you’ve left that trial. But he wanted this even more. He wanted your hands on him, the hands that would make his skin feel on fire every time you touched, squeezed and prodded at him. He wanted your face close to his like it is now. Whispering at him. Calling him a whore, a slut, your slut.

He wanted all of you and more, so he complied with your teasing. As much as it pained him to, deep down he really loved it.

Frank let out a strangled cry as you finally wrapped your large hand around his cock. His precum providing a good lube as you wasted no time moving your hand up and down his shaft. His legs buckled under him as you set a brutal pace with your hand. Frank bucking in your hands slightly, but enough for you notice and coo at him.

His face was hot even though his mask was long tossed away and forgotten. Your words making him even more flustered then he already was, if that was possible. 

The tightening feeling in his stomach made him let out an embarrassingly loud and pitiful moan. Something he would be embarrassed about later but not right now. Right now he was savoring the feeling of his rapidly approaching orgasm. 

You felt the thrusts in your hand speed up, slopping and uneven. He was fucking himself with your hand, your dick reacting with an excited twitch that Frank felt on his backside. Groaning at the friction while rolling his eyes to the back of his skull. He gave a final thrust before he released all over your hand and landing some on the tree in front of him. Pumping your hand a few times to help him ride out his orgasm.

After a while, Frank started to jerk away from your hand. You find it cute as his face contorts back and forth from blissed to overstimulated. Finally letting go of his cock, you bring your hand up to his face for him and you to see the glistening hot liquid seep down your fingers. He tried to turn his head but you were quick to grab his jaw and turn his head back to his mess.

“Don’t be embarrassed to look at the mess you’ve made.”

Frank groaned at your words. feeling you release his jaw and used your clean hand to shove his pants down even more along with his boxers, gripping at the firm mounds before stepping back and crouching down. pulling his hips towards you so he was now bent over. Franks hands still clinging onto the tree.

“W-what are you doin -NGH- ah!”

Frank tried to talk but was quickly silenced by you spreading his ass open and using Frank’s -now cold- load to trace around his rim. You had fun running your finger over the bumpy skin while listening to Frank trying to keep himself quiet. All the while trying to stand on his on two feet without your help. It was a real challenge not to just fall down on the moist forest floor and have you take him there. But he pushed through, or so he thought when you abruptly shoved two fingers into his hole. Franks back arched while his fingers dug into the tree bark, hanging on for dear life as his legs were now jelly.

the lewd shlick sounds made Frank whine as you teased around his sweet bundle of nerves, you knew where it was but you purposely ignored it, it made Frank look back at you with a weak scowl. You on the other hand watch with pure fascination at how eager his hole was. swallowing your fingers with such need to be filled, it nearly made you drool.

You knew his orgasm was coming when his long flustered moans turned to high pitched broken ones. Frank trying his best to hide it but failing miserably.

Your goal wasn’t to get another orgasm out of him but to prepare him for you. so you took your fingers out at a painfully slow pace. Watching as his hole clench around nothing. Only god knows how much you want to ruin this man.

You sit up and finally unzip your pants. Haven grown unbearably tight since the moment his lips touched yours. Freeing your cock out of it’s confining prison. Standing proud and tall, with your aching tip producing a hefty amount of precum. with a sigh of relief you began stroking yourself, smearing your pre all over your cock. Running your thumb over the slit a couple of times.

With a few more strokes you let it go and let it fall on Franks backside, Frank moaning at the hot and heavy mass on his back, feeling you move back and forth leaving a gorgeous trail of your semen on his back. After a few pleas and whines from Frank to quit your teasing, you eventually grab ahold of your throbbing member and align it to his hole. Pushing in at a slow speed, making Frank groan.

“S-stop fuckin teasIN. And just put it in already-”

With a huff you pushed the rest in, bottoming out fully. Setting a brutal pace as you forced his hips to yours at every thrust. Frank letting out a shrill cry that would wake any forest animal if the entity’s realm had any. The sheer power you had over him made Frank lightheaded. After ignoring you- ignoring himself for so long he finally had you. He finally felt content with himself. That itch was finally being scratched. 

Franks constant nagging was getting on your last nerve, so you were pleased to see he had his face in his elbow. Letting out a short moan every time you thrusted into him. Tears threaten to spill at the cover of his eyes, Frank was in total bliss. Havin being filled once more by you was a dream come-

“Are you sure you saw them go this way”

Frank froze, supposedly you too, as your thrusts slowed down, but not entirely stopping. There were people in the words.

People looking for you two.

“I’m sure Cheryl, Frank took them somewhere around here.”

Of course.

Dwight and Cheryl.

Frank would be glaring at them and run them off if you weren’t balls deep inside of him. If you two get caught what would happen to him? What would happen if the other killers found out? When they find out that a killer already constantly looked down upon gets caught getting his guts rearranged by a survivor? The one thing in this God forsaken world he’s supposed to hunt, torture, and kill? Everything that he’s worked hard to get will be in shambles. He is putting himself and his team at risk, so why did he do it?

Because it feels so good.

The tears that threaten to fall earlier quickly decide to finally spill past his eyes. He wasn’t in the right state of mind to do anything else so he did the only thing he could do at the moment, and that was to cry. You rip your eyes from the two curious survivors and back at Frank, this is the first time in your life that you wished Dwight wasn’t such a good friend.

So you snaked one of your hands that were previously grabbing his hips and covered his quivering mouth as you started to thrust your hips at a much faster pace. Frank moaning at the returning pleasure. His eyes foggy but not leaving the two people walking dangerously close to were they were. You saw Frank look back at you with pleading eyes. Those eyes, those eyes did nothing but make you want to fuck him even more. You lean down next to his ear and say:

: You -huff- don’t want to get caught right? Then I’m gonna need ya to -huff- stay quiet for me ok? Can’t have all your friends know what -huff- you do in your free time.” 

You watched as his reaction changed from pleading to absolute mess. Tears now streaming down his face and drool seeped through your fingers as your ruthless pace never faltered, your free hand now on his cock. Stroking it with the same speed you were fucking him in.

You had no intent on stopping till you were finished and satisfied. The two of you getting caught would be a minor inconvenience for you but you knew the fear Frank must feel right about now, You could’ve stopped but, at the end of the day it didn’t seem like Frank wanted you to stop all that much. You were in full control of this moment, it was your choice were this was going to go. 

This is the type of power that you’ve heard about that most grow drunken on.

You’ve made up your mind and continued to thrust into him. Your hand doing everything in its power to keep Frank’s noises in. As it seems like he picked this time to babble and moan the loudest.

You listen with open ears as you heard Dwight and Cheryl’s footsteps shuffle away, relief washing over the both of you. Or what was once relief now panic when one of your thrusts hit his special spot. The one leaving him seeing white. The one spot that made Frank let out a high-pitched moan the surpassed your hands and out onto Dwight’s careful ears, turning around momentarily. 

“Did you hear that?”

Frank didn’t know what did it, maybe it was the fact that he was moments away from being caught, and the fear of being caught excited him. Or the way your length stretched him out to the point it felt like you were fucking his brain, his hand on his stomach right over the noticeable bulge that would come to rearrange his insides one thrust at a time. Or maybe it was you, your large body pressed against his, as you work to pleasure him and yourself. Going the extra mile as to cover his mouth for him for his was too shaky to actually do anything. Whatever the reason it was enough to finally tip the scale. Frank shaking under you a -little more harshly this time-  before at last cumming all over your hand. His hips didn’t know either to buck into your hand or onto your cock. So he did a sloppy version of both. Legs shaking as his juices leaked from your hand and onto the ground, riding out his delicious high. 

You couldn’t really focus much on him because you watch with careful eyes as you see Dwight look around one last time before turning around and walking the opposite way.

“You’re definitely just hearing things, just like how your just seeing things. Besides what would [name] be doing with Frank anyway?” Cheryl said.

“*sigh maybe your right, I just.. I don’t know, I guess I’m just seeing things” Dwight said putting his hand on his head, his face a little flushed. Something Cheryl picked up on quickly.

The two survivors finally walking away finally leaving you and Frank to your own devices. You watched as they finally disappeared behind the tree line. Releasing your hand from Franks mouth, you looked down. Frank was immobile, cheek pressed against the rough tree bark and hands lightly pressed against the tree as well. Weak butchered moans left his mouth every time you thrusted into him.

He was a sight indeed, the very thing you needed to see to get you going again. Putting your hands back on his hips you used his body to get yourself off. Throwing your head back as his walls clamped around you, his walls shaped just for you and you only. He did come to you after all, he wanted you again, he wanted to be filled with you again. The thought threw you over the edge, your hips meeting as you burrowed yourself in him. emptying yourself into his warm hole. Frank letting out a long groan at the feeling of being full of your seed. You can tell it was too much for him to take as some of your semen escaped out of his hole. Droplets hitting the ground.

After a while you pull out, taking a step back to look at the mess you’ve made. The lack of support caught up with Frank as he slid down the tree and onto the forest floor. A firm reminder of the first night you had together. 

His gapping hole was your best work, Frank’s ass covered and dripping in your cum. As well as the red hand marks on his hips, a telltale sign of your former roughness. Marks that -if you weren’t in the entity’s realm- would definitely bruise later. 

And his face, his face was the embodiment of sexual bliss. Being satisfied to the point where one would pass out. It was almost endearing. But you had no plans but to be nothing more then just fuck buddies. Maybe sex for your life? it seemed like a fair deal. If he didn’t agree there was always blackmail, but you had a feeling he would agree. So with your last remaining strength you wrench his pants back over his waist. Picking up his mask and pulling it back over his face, moving the strands of dirty hair off his sweaty forehead. 

After that you pick him up and walk him over to a new area one where there wasn’t any semen on the trees. He reeked of sex and so did you so you took his jacket off and laid it next to him. Maybe that’ll air him out. You thought your plan was flawless till you saw a wet patch around his butt area.

Fuck

You totally forgot about the total cream pie you gave this guy about 20 minutes prior. You quickly took the jacket and put it over his lap. Maybe he’ll take that as a warning to walk around with caution.

You got up from your knees and dusted them off. Putting your hands on your hips while you look down at Frank. 

‘Funny how time repeats itself huh?’

You let out a snicker, Fixing up the best you can without really being able to see yourself. Buckling your pants to finish, you began to walk away from Frank. Before he called you into the woods you really had no plans, but now you were feeling rather drained, so now you were going to sleep good tonight. 

That’s what you thought before a singular crow landed on your shoulder. Looking right into your eyes with its beady little ones. You let out a little chuckle before letting the fog consume you. 

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“I’m sorry for dragging you out into the woods off only a hallucination.” Dwight apologizes. His fingers fiddling with each other, head held low. They were nearly to the camp as the smoke from the fire can be seen close up ahead.

Cheryl looked back at him with a friendly smile.

“It’s no worries, you thought you saw someone you care about going into the forest with some killer. Your a good friend, Dwight.” She reassures.

Putting a hand on his shoulder her friendly smile quickly turned into a teasing smirk.

“But thinkin about Y/n so much to the point that your seeing them everywhere is quite suspicious don’t change think hm? Are we gonna talk about that? Why are they on your mind so much Dwight~?”

Dwight’s face flushed at the assumption. Pushing her away and covering his face.

“No, no! it’s not like that! W-we’re just friends!”

“Sure, sure you can lie to yourself all you want but I know the truth.” Cheryl teased, Dwight letting out an embarrassed groan, opening his fingers slightly. Peering off onto the vast forest. You two were merely just friends..

Right?

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AN:

So I sense some Dwight x reader chemistry?🤔 maybe, maybe not. You will never know. Have a good day/evening/night guys love you 🖤 might get another fic today if not today then definitely tomorrow

Edit: Im still editing this even tho I already published it. Im so bad at this. I need to reread my fics more often and not just when I finish uploading them

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[firelonewolf]

Part 2

Being in the Fog and married to Chris R. And having a history with Wesker would include:

A/n: ngl, could not resist doing a part 2. Enjoy some pre fog head cannons and fog head cannons. I also tried to edit this one and the last one as much as possible. I hope you like it. :) Honestly, if I could, I'd turn it into a series.

Pre-Fog

Your Marriage with Chris

Let's be honest here, remember how the virus Wesker injected you with changed your hair like Jill? She's a blondie, and you have shining silver hair.

Every time the dye bled out, Chris notices how you get insecure about it.

You honestly get anxious because you're afraid it reminds him of Wesker. And it reminds you of Wesker every single time you see it.

If Chris will often talk about how he likes the silver hair. He comments how it looks cool to him.

If you really don't wanna see it, he'll either buy you the hair dye or make an appointment for you.

He also got your beige leather jacket like his old one and Claire's. You also gifted him a newer one. He smiles a lot with it.

Chris likes to take you on surprise road trips.

He avoids wearing black sunglasses around you. He knows you are reminded of Albert a lot.

He likes making you breakfast in bed if he can. He makes your favorite breakfast.

If he can't make it, he'll buy you breakfast burritos or tacos. If it's not your thing, he'll get you a sandwich, something you like.

Chris gets mad? You're the only one who can calm him down.

If you get mad, Chris tries to calm you down. If that's can't happen, he'll give you space. It's no problem for him.

Do you like going to the gym? Perfect, he likes going with you.

Chris likes sparing with you, as much as people give you both weird looks because this giant buff guy is against you.

He likes it when you kick his ass. With the post virus injection, he likes that you're quicker. You're quicker and have more brute strength. You improve his fighting skills.

Even before the injection, he liked sparing with you since you were quicker than him.

You don't like going to the gym? Okay, he doesn't mind if you don't. If you're not the super athletic type, he doesn't mind.

If you're an artistic person, he'll proudly hang it up or show people.

Listen, domestic Chris, he likes cooking with you or cooking for you.

Claire, Rebecca, and Jill like visiting both of you often since you're all friends. If Chris is gone for a work trip, Claire or Jill will visit, or Rebecca will call you often.

They often watch movies with you. You guys stay away from the zombie genre, though. Even if you watch it with Chris, you guys try to stay away.

You don't watch the Matrix either. Sometimes you can watch it. Other times, the outfits look too similar to Wesker.

Do you still work as an operative? That's cool because when you're gone, Chris usually sitting around waiting for you.

Give him about 2 weeks before he starts missing you.

He doesn't really worry about you getting hurt too much. He's worried for the person who dares reckon with you.

Also, to mention, RE6 Piers liked calling you Mrs. Captain Redfield. :P Chris finds it utterly hilarious each time he hears it.

Also, he's seen you in the field. When you're doing flips and fighting people with your brute strength, even though he knows you hold back, he's always like :o internally, you always put him in awe.

Btw during RE6, we remember Jake Wesker. When Jake finds out you've met Wesker and used to be his partner, he often tries to ask about him. You try to explain as much as you can.

He tries to minimize it since you fall silent at times.

He does hear from Chris how incredible you were, how you were able to distract Wesker, and you did it to protect him.

Okay, so listen, you and Chris both have trauma. That's not a secret. Honestly, Chris worries about you. Because of your dreams, sometimes you wake up in a panic.

He often tries whatever he can to relax you. Usually sitting with you or holding you.

He has bad dreams, too. Sometimes, he talks in them and says names like Piers, Enrico, Richard, you know S.T.A.R.S. members and others he's lost.

Sometimes, he has a dream of you being something like Wesker. That's his worst dream.

When that happens, you usually play with his hair to help get to relax. He usually goes back to a peaceful sleep. If not, he'll wake up and wants to get held.

Now, let's be honest here, after the exposure to the virus, you go to doctor appointments. Doing strength and eye checks. Mostly so they can see if it affected you long term badly or not.

Chris often takes you, and afterward, it takes you to get a coffee or tea or breakfast in general.

When you first returned to a normal life, Chris was honestly spooked for a moment when you almost snapped to your other self.

But that doesn't happen anymore.

I forgot to mention it, every time he returns from a long work trip, his favorite bit is seeing you or making you feel better. Because you show him how much you missed him. ;) Sorry, not sorry.

Let's be honest, if everyone wants to compete with Chris on weapon they sleep with, they will lose. The moment Chris says its you they all become silent.

Also because your strength increase he has some funny videos of you accidentally breaking the door knows.

He found it funny because you profusely apologized for doing it. But it's cool. He'll fix it.

Defending him is no different before pre virus. You defended him sometimes. Other times, it'd be him.

But post a virus, you protect him. He likes watching you in awe sucker kick people. Going back to the normal world, you accidentally punched a guy at a bar when you and Chris were dating.

This man tried to disrespect Chris while he was trying to get a drink. He tried to swing at him. Then you interfered with a guy twice your size. You caught his fist with ease and the guy called you a bitch. So you, YEA PUNCHED HIS LIGHTS OUT! :D

Man, you apologized and offered to call an ambulance, Chris, after leaving the bar with you, was cackling.

He kind of found it adorable how you try so hard to minimize your strength.

Sometimes he feels bad because you become so sad about it. But it's cool, you're better now.

Okay, hear me out. He likes being man handled by you a little bit. He likes it. You pull him in for a big hug.

Sometimes, he forgets that he used to be stronger than you. But he likes you for you, he doesn't mind it.

Chris just loves seeing you kick people's asses when it's necessary. He finds you incredible.

Okay, this is random but- Leon once had you open a pickle jar for him. He couldn't get it.

So you opened it, but cracked the glass unintentionally once- Leon pulled the other glass jars away for safety.

Chris likes calling you "babe," "honey," "sweetheart," "gorgeous," "super woman."

Claire also tries to joke that her brother needs to continue the Redfield bloodline. He likes to always reply going, "I've been trying."

You like calling Chris, "my boulder puncher," that's a joking one, "darling," "handsome," "sweetheart."

Your Time with Wesker

Let's be honest, Wesker has attributes he admires from you like Chris.

With the virus, he liked that you matched him in strength and speed. You guys were unstoppable together.

Okay, he likes it when you throw him around in sparing. He likes feeling like he's a God and invincible, and he loves the idea of you almost matching up.

He likes silver hair a lot. You look like a silver haired goddess to him.

Now remember, Wesker isn't like Chris. He's not a big softie.

He likes making you jealous and seeing how you handle it. It's so fun for him.

He likes being the tease. It's just a fact. He likes the power he has over you. That's just how he is.

No one is allowed to hit on you, though, in his presence. He'll get rid of them. At one point, people called you Mrs. Wesker.

He always smirked when people saw you on his arm. Trust me, man knows you're a good-looking couple. He knows that you both look incredible.

He likes it more, knowing how these people look at you, and they know they can't have you. Because you're his. :3

Especially around Excella, he found it cute on your passive aggressively and would get rid of her.

Also Excella isn't allowed to disrespect you in front of him. He'll be a mofo up if need be or straight up roasts them.

Honestly, I feel like Wesker would roast someone regardless when he's annoyed.

He liked throwing you in situations testing what you were capable of. You always did better than his expectations.

Also, when you guys fight together, you assist each other in the fight. It was epic to watch ngl.

Even when you betrayed him and fought him off to defend he was entertained by it. Despite he was betrayed he saw your full strength, and you didn't hesitate holding back from him.

You matching him in strength and speed he was smirking, you were incredible! He couldn't be mad.

I mean, you're dynamic was something he enjoyed a lot.

Wesker liked buying you whatever you pleased. He liked it that you looked good in anything. Sometimes, he'd question how it was possible.

You both had similar outfits. But you didn't sport a black trench coat. You sported a black leather jacket, black tank top, cargo pants, and boots. With the gloves.

Not to mention, there's a black velvet dress he loves to see you in. With some jewelry and heels, even with your hair, all nice and done.

Listen, you looked great in it, and the silver hair made it 10 times better.

He likes hearing you being affectionate sometimes calling him, "stud," "beloved," and "lover."

His favorites are "pet," "lover," "pretty," and "queen."

He thought about making you like him with the Urobros virus. Especially with the fight at the volcano.

Wesker pampered you a lot. We mentioned that last time. But not how much though.

Yes, he was a bit of a sugar daddy. I'm sorry xD

He buys you clothes, he gifts you jewelry. He'll take you anywhere you say the word.

He got a painting of kind of classical painting. Of you having your arms wrapped around him. I know, sounds probably stupid. But he likes it.

If he can't calculate the plan, which is rare, he likes asking what you think. He'd do a lot in front of Excella. He'd like seeing the little smirk you'd get when he picked you.

Dude, Wesker likes it when you dance for him. Even if it's not directly for him. Sometimes, he catches you dancing to a song in your and his room. He likes to watch.

He liked seeing you being an authority figure to his army. In his eyes, you're just a queen in his eyes.

You do like his gentle moments. Like how he liked being the little spoon.

Sometimes, he reads books to you. He'd also play piano for you.

Also when he's done after a long day he does like it when you've rubbed his feet.

He also liked it if he was injured if you've attended to him, he likes watching you concentrate.

Okay, man, it is a cooker. He'd cook a real good meal if he's in the mood for it. But he's a fancy cooker.

I feel like he's very fancy and classy at times.

He's not the mushy type. Chris is. Not fully Weskers cup of tea. You do like it occasionally when he takes you dancing.

In the Fog

Chris

In the Fog, Chris almost does everything the same for you.

But since the encounter with Wesker, he's protective. Like, really protective. So is the whole RE squad. Same with majority of everyone.

Chris heard stories of how you sacrificed yourself and rescued everyone numerous times.

Ada has a lot of sympathy for you, a huge soft spot. Ngl she gets amazed with all of the stuff you can do. She tries to act cool, but she can't.

But anyway, the point is, when Chris saw that bruise on you're neck he was livid. A black blue handprint was on your neck. Sure, it was healing quickly. But it didn't matter.

He hated seeing how even slightly touching it made you get defensive out of fear.

It broke his heart seeing how you became a fearful child at the time. You were strong. You were his super woman. And Wesker made that strength crumble to the ground.

Some of the survivors suggested why the Entity did it. Perhaps it was displeased how you refused to be fearful of any of the killers. No matter how much they moried, tunneled or camped you. Killed you. You showed no fear like Bill. Neither of you two could be shattered the countless obstacles.

They suggested that the entity brought Wesker because he was the only one who could break you. They talked about how the entity tried to crush you, and none of the plans worked.

So, in revenge with no fear, it brought Wesker and Chris. Ash suggested that it saw Chris as your weakness and Wesker as your fear.

Especially because you had a nightmare of Wesker killing Chris at your and Chris's wedding.

Chris had to come with terms that, despite that, you were one of the strongest people he knew that you were still hurt on the inside. You're not fully invincible like he likes to believe.

Honestly, he was convinced you were also his weakness.

In trials, Chris tries to protect you when he has you. You often are the one rescuing him.

He finds it amusing how each of these killers seem to have something against you. Most of them.

Clown, Deathslinger, Trapper, Blight, Cenobite, Onyro, Shape, Legion, Plague, and Executioner. Especially the Nemesis. All of these killers didn't like you.

Now, Hag, Spirit, Billy, Twins and Artist seem to like you mostly for being able to sympathize with you. He's seen them be merciful to you because of your history with Wesker.

Nurse and Wraith seem to have seen how much you love Chris. From the times they moried both of you, they'd stop doing it given they feel horrible witnessing how you both break down.

Huntress and Oni like you both for your ability to put a fight. You're both warriors like them, and you're strong. There's not always merciful to either of you, but sometimes they'll be friendly to you both.

Pig, Demo and Ghostie, just like almost everybody. They aren't always friendly, but they love messing around with you or Chris. But those three are like that with everybody.

Nightmare, aka Freddy, Dredge, and Doctor, kind of hate you, and you hate them. Mostly because they try to drive you mad. Doctor mostly does. But Dredge and Freddy sort of terrify you for each time you've heard Wesker or Chris from their power. You honestly don't hate Dredge, just the power- it's complicated.

Yeah, Chris has seen every killer interact with you. He's sees why the Entity didn't like it.

Chris often tries to heal you, and you try to heal him. Even over little cuts btw.

Now, if Wesker is in the trial, his mission, and mostly all of the survivors, but Yun Jin Lee will attempt to save you.

They all try to keep Wesker away from you once they hear what he's done. Most of them were horrified how he brainwashed you and made you into a weapon with Jill.

The moment they all suspect it might be Wesker because you guys play a guessing game, they'll bring out what they can.

Chris doesn't ever stop trying to rescue you from him. In return, you rescue him a lot.

You two are unstoppable together in the Fog. You put some people to shame together, add Claire, Leon, Sheva, Jill, or Rebecca to the mix you're all chaos together.

Chris tries his best to distract Wesker from you. He gives Wesker all he's got. Even Sheva does her best.

Wesker grabs you first? Leon or someone will run up with a flash bang and rescue you.

Now, the other survivors catch sight of his behavior to you and will take part in it.

Afterward, Chris always holds you. He tells you stories of good times and talking about if you guys escaped the fog.

You both talk about wanting a family together. What'd they're names will be, Chris questions if they'd have your physical strength.

He swears to you that if you guys escape, he'll go anywhere or do anything you want.

Chris often likes to give you a massage after a long trial, and you do the same to him.

Now at camp? You often get along with everyone normally. Both of you usually. Now, you don't like Yun Jin Lee or Nea at times.

Nea thinks just because you two were cops that she can a jerk to the both of you. That's usually until they saw your strength.

Yun Jin Lee is just her. She thinks she's better than all of you and can be rude regardless. Most of the time, if she tries, she becomes quiet.

Ngl Yui, Ada, Feng, Nancy, Meg, and Claire like watching you put her in the place. They find it hilarious. Actually, let's be honest, the whole camp finds it hilarious.

Nea kind of grew to respect you after seeing how you managed to put her in her place.

Dude, the survivors sometimes forget how strong you can be. All of them just watch in awe when seeing you catch punches effortlessly.

Oh boy, someone gets mad at Chris? They back down the moment they see your glare. Usually, it's Ada, Jill, or Sheva telling you "easy tiger." No one gets to chew him out in your presence. Same with Chris when its you.

Does anyone try to complain about you when you're not around? Chris will fight someone.

Mostly, it's about how Wesker treated them all when he saw you.

You both don't choose violence often, but boy are you protective of each other.

Now add Claire, Ada, Jill, Sheva, Rebecca, Leon, and Carlos to the mix. Dude, ain't nobody really challenging all of you. Not like they'd do it.

I swear you all usually get along it's a rare occasion.

I gotta mention a cake offering. If you bring one, Chris smiles when you offer him some. Granted, he was confused at first until you explained it. He likes how you made all of the killers and survivors smile.

But we gotta talk about the outfits.

Do you get a new outfit? Chris isn't too happy with it. It's the same one you used to wear when you were with him. The same old black leather jacket, tank top, and cargo pants and boots and gloves.

Your hair is also silver, so this makes you frown when you're forced to wear it.

Chris feels really bad that this entity likes to dress you like a doll, but he knows it's because it's trying to please Wesker.

He's also got shocked at how different you can look. He's seen you with a black velvet dress and heels with your hair all fancy. And you had a bunch of jewelry on fancy on and fancy lipstick.

Okay, let's be honest. He sort of couldn't help but stare when he's seen it. You just look hot to him.

The man is red-faced when he sees the dress and glamorous outfit. He's starstruck by it.

Ada made it less awkward for you, though, like the bro she is. She complimented that you shouldn't be ashamed.

Rebecca comments on how she likes your silver hair. She knows sometimes you feel upset when you see it.

Claire still makes a joke about how it could continue the Redfield line. xD She's seen how much Chris flushes when he sees it.

Work out uniform? He's seen it. The tank top and leggings with your hair tied. He's seen it before too. But he likes it more since you seem more comfortable in it.

There's an outfit with a lilac purple sundress you wear with a single twist braid in your hair. You got sandle heels. Chris loves the outfit. He thinks you look really gorgeous!

There's another one with you a high ponytail with a few braids. With your natural hair color, theres some strands of silver. And it has a diem jacket with patches on it. But it has a white laced button-up shirt, and you have jeans and boots. It looks cute. Chris likes it too, because you like how you did before the Fog when you guys lived in the countryside happily.

Got a tactical uniform from BSAA? He still likes the look because you look bad ass and you seem to be more comfortable compare to the Wesker outfits.

The RE squad loves each other. You're all in this together. You're all team no matter what happened together.

Especially you and Chris, you're in this together!

Wesker in the Fog

Boi. Man is ENRAGED!

These survivors and Chris are getting in his way with his time with you. How dare.

Each time he sees you in the trial, he thinks about how he'll get you alone.

This is a top priority for him, wanna think otherwise? THINK AGAIN!

Wesker loves it when everyone screws up saving you. Now your his and his alone! :D

No, Chris and no stupid teammates interrupt his time with you.

He gets really mad if they keep flash lights saving you and flash bangs and Sabo squads. Especially if it's Chris doing all of it.

He was gonna hook you once until Chris saved you, and you bet he punched the ground going. "This isn't over, Chris!"

When Wesker interacts with you, he says the same thing times to you. If you're hooked, he'll go "farewell, lover." If not that "farewell, pet." He switches between those two.

If you wiggle out, he'll often say, "You act as if you didn't want to be in my arms before!" If you stun him with the pallet, he'll say,"If you stopped fighting me, you wouldn't have to worry about escaping me!"

If you die on hook, he's mad for no one saving you. They planned that against him. He'll usually go, "my poor pretty pet has such incompetent teammates."

Yes, I can't help but imagine this would be like his voice lines.

When he catches you, he'll usually say, "You don't have to struggle, I'll play nice with you, pretty."

Sometimes, he lets you escape. Other times, he'll throw you on hook. Most of the time, he pecks your cheek before throwing you to the exit or hook he'll go. "Sorry, lover. Til next time."

He doesn't like it when you give up against him. He likes it when you fight back against him.

It's more fun for him when you're determined to fight him.

Mostly because he knows you're capable of withholding you're own against him. Like- come on, you're his worthy component.

Like the time you kept rescuing Chris, you ended up injuring Wesker in the middle of it. You refused to give Chris up, you determined to get him out. But it's fine, as frustrated as Wesker was, he enjoyed it even said, "I always love it when you don't hold back."

I mean, he's used to you fighting him. You were capable of doing it pre fog, and he craved it. You're fighting spirit is made you more perfect to him. He loved it because it sort of made you unstoppable.

Now, he doesn't like it when the other survivors touch you. Especially Chris, man interrupts it. No one gets to touch you but him!

He won't allow the other survivors to even make moves on him. Forget it. You're married to Chris. He has to ruin that. He can't get you back if someone else is in the way!

None of them have had a chance against him since his eyes are set on you. He's a traitor, but not to you. No, he wants you to come back to him.

Despite that you betrayed him, he still views you as his equal and lover. His time with you was irreplaceable.

Even if Chris was now with you, he'd get rid of Chris. Something would break the two of you up.

It's not like he can do it, though. It'll be impossible for him to break you and Chris up, but hey, mans got to try.

Now, what do the other killers think of this? Honestly, they think he's gone mad.

They've seen you and Chris, and the connection you guys have is unbreakable. So Wesker trying to ruin it was a ridiculous plan to them.

I just realized Wesker is a little bit of a yandere in this.

Some of them hate him, and some of them are killers, but even they don't want him near you.

Not like they can stop him though.

One of the killers that disliked you told him how the entity only brought him to break you. To make you fear like the other survivors since you didn't fear often. How Chris was your kryptonite and he himself is nothing more than a tool of fear.

But no, it's not true. You are his worthy companion. His match for your skills and looks. They would never understand.

You are his obsession every game, though. You see the obsession mark on your arm.

I mean, YOU MADE THE ENTITY ITSELF UPSET. How could you not be his perfect match?

Btw someone like the Clown tried to keep a trophy from you? Nah, sorry, it's not allowed anymore. Wesker will destroy whoever dares.

He doesn't even like it when Ghost face has a photograph of you. Forget it Ghostie, you're not keeping it.

If they try to comment on your attractiveness, he will square up. They don't get to look at you like him, period.

Honestly, some of them are like wtf with him. Because they have never seen a killer so obsessed with one person.

Weirdly enough, they could kind of understand? None of them could get it, but maybe Michael and Nemesis? But even then, they couldn't get it. Not really.

They didn't have a romantic obsession. No, Wesker was the only one obsessed with a romantic interest.

Also, if you bring cake offerings to the round, you once offered it to him. He smiled at the peace offering for you and your teammates. He was merciful to all of you. He also smiled all round as you all hung out.

He saw it as a potential start.

He was partly convinced that if he could get rid of Chris permanently, he could have you again. Maybe if possibly the Entity will make you join the killers? But he's only thought of it a few times.

He does prefer you out of all of the survivors. You're the only one who can give him real competition.

Wanna talk about Weskers reactions to the outfits?

He loves it when he sees the silver hair. He was confused about why you didn't have it before since some of the killers explained why the outfits happen.

He was baffled when he didn't see the silver hair at the same time.

But when he saw the velvet dress and heels and the jewelry and etc, he bought you that entire outfit. He loved it he caught you sporting it. The entity did it for him. He still hated it through the wedding photo of you, and Chris remained.

He saw it and smirked. He couldn't wait to see you on hook with it. ;)

He did hate it when he saw how red Chris face got, how dare he stare at you? >:(

He also caught a glimpse throughout the rounds how you tried to cover yourself in it. He frowned. Why were you trying to cover it up? You looked gorgeous and elegant! You wore that with pride last time.

He was shocked when he caught sight of the silver hair again, but instead of seeing you all pretty, he saw the other outfit. The black tank top, leather jacket, cargo pants, and boots. Not that he minded, but he likes seeing the dress.

He really likes it, though. He thinks you look really pretty in it. Also, he likes that it hugs all of the right places.

But the leather jacket one, he likes seeing it to. In a way, it feels like there's a part of you still with him. That's until he sees you kiss Chris. He screams internally.

He does love chasing you when you wear the dress. But enough about the dress! When he sees the outfit you last wore, he likes seeing it.

You both kind of match, and he's sure it messes with Chris! He likes it even more. But he likes it less because you don't seem to hide it.

Now, thinking about he seems a little more yandere right now, but I think this is his nature.

When he sees the BSAA tactical uniform, he thinks it's odd. He's not used to seeing that kind of fit on you. He's meh with it. His favorite personally is you sporting that silver hair of yours.

Okay, I feel like this has to be mentioned, but he's heard from the other survivors about how if they escaped the realm what they'd do. And he heard how you and Chris talked about children.

At first, he was shocked by this. Is that why you were with him? You want a family?

He could fix that. He knows that you know at the time that he'd prefer focusing on work. But now that he's in realm, he could fix it. If it got you back he'd do it.

But he also hated the idea of knowing you could carry a little Redfield. He'd be a parent for you. I mean he technically is already. *cough* Jake *cough*

He also likes the gym outfit. We should mention that. But it's not as good as the velvet dress. Can't change my mind. He's into the dress.

Now, the lilac sundress outfit, it may not have bought it or seen you pre fog in it. But he still likes it. He thinks you look cute and innocent, but he knows you're not.

He likes the diem jacket a bit but not super obsessed with it. He kind of does like what's going on with you're hair though. The natural silver streaks do look nice, but it's odd. You aren't wearing something work related or glamorous. He's not too used to seeing you in casual outfits anymore since 1998.

Either way, he likes it when you get stunned at the sight of him in his S.T.A.R.S uniform, he snickers.

I feel like if he could he'd try his best to discover things about you after he met his demise if the Entity let him.

He'd do it and I guaranteed he'd be a little sad at seeing how you tried to erase him.

It's not like you and him ending up together was fully his doing. Part of you felt the same right?

Maybe he'd have to prove to you that he's a better suitor compared to pathetic Chris.

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THE EXECUTIONER

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Pursuit Predation

Pairing: Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson x Fem!reader

TW//CW: Stalking, talk of murder, paranoia, reader giving up, shook Danny.

Words: 1,560

She was supposed to be like any other victim, she was just as carefully selected and stalked like the others. But she wasn't like the others, something about her was special. Different. 

Maybe it was the way she danced and sang throughout her house late at night to combat her insomnia, or maybe the way she would suffocate herself with blankets when she cried so she wouldn't make a sound. Maybe it was the way she talked to herself because she had no friends, no one around her.

Danny didn't know exactly what it was that fascinated him about her, maybe it was just her that fascinated him. Even though many of his other victims had some of the same hobbies as her they seemed so much more interesting when she did them. 

She was a fan of his, she kept up with the news, but only the news pertaining to him, to his work. She read about a lot of killers, was paranoid about them too. I guess you can only read so many true crime books and not be paranoid. 

Her work was probably the most boring part about her, working as a waiter at a local diner. But it gave him the excuse to come in as Jed and watch her, even make occasional small talk. He liked her voice, wondered what it would sound like screaming in pain, or just saying his name. 

When he put his plan in motion and started playing his games, toying with her, she started to lose it fast. She was paranoid to begin with but when the calls started, and the small evidences of his presence, she went berserk. He enjoyed coming in to get his morning coffee before going to work as a journalist and seeing the deep dark bags under her eyes from him, whether he was actually there or just the thought of him making her lose sleep. It thrilled him to no end. But something deep deep inside of him felt a twinge of guilt, remorse. That bothered him.

Watching you was so enthralling, your little glances out of your windows trying it see if he was there, checking your locks and windows a thousand times, even during the day time. It all set his mind reeling with possibilities of what he could do to you and your pathetic efforts to stop him. He enjoyed watching you cry from the stress he induced. As his thoughts of protecting you and sparing you grew more consistent his thoughts of violence grew too. He wasn't going soft. Not for someone who's supposed to be his victim. For someone supposed to cower beneath him.

When you stopped showing up to work a big part of his day felt off, you weren't there for him to watch anymore. It felt weird to not have you as his waiter. He felt sad, almost like he missed you. Which is absolutely ridiculous. 

You'd stopped sleeping altogether too, you weren't just going crazy anymore, you were deteriorating. On one particular night of Ghostface's toying you'd snapped. 

"I'm not doing this anymore! I'm done! Do you hear me? I'm done!" She stood on her back patio screaming into the darkness, her door wide open and inviting. "Just come out here and get it over with already!" 

Danny couldn't stop himself, not when your words were so tempting. 

Stepping out from the shadows Ghostface revealed himself, expecting a reaction of fear, panic, hell even regret. But he was met with none of them. Not even eyes widening from surprise. If anything she looked relieved. 

Ghostface stood at the end of the patio for a minute waiting for a reaction of any kind, to notice a sign of increased heartrate, for her to break and start the chase he had been anticipating since choosing her. 

It was a standoff, both sides waiting, for anything. Neither daring to make the first move, for Ghostface that would be boring, and for y/n, pointless. 

"I'm not going to run, I already told you, I'm done. I give up. I'm throwing in the towel. You win." 

"That's not how this is supposed to go doll, you're not supposed to give up, you're supposed to try and escape. Live. Something." He hadn't meant to break his new toy, he meant to rile it up, push it's buttons and get it going. He didn't know what to do anymore. I mean what could he do?

"Just kill me. I don't care anymore." She took a step closer to him, breaking the threshold of her doorframe, with her step forward Ghostface took a step back. "Don't tell me you're getting cold feet." She teased. 

"Of course not darling." He compiled himself and stood up straighter, puffing his chest out trying to look suave and intimidating. He stalked over to her, waiting for her to flinch, break character and run. But she didn't, she just stood her ground looking expecting. 

He encircled her, walking around her and sizing her up. He'd never had something like this happen, I mean what kind of psychopath wouldn't run away from him? He wasn't entirely sure what to do, this wasn't in his calculations. Did he kill her and just be bored and disappointed with it or did he just walk away and try again later? Maybe let her catch a breath and recollect herself, get the toy working again. 

"You see doll, this simply won't do, you want me to kill you but give me no incentive. Give me a reaction, get me going. I liked when you teased me, keep up with that. Rile me up. Run." He ran his gloved hands through her hair coming to stand face to face with her. "I'm not going to kill someone who's acting like a dead fish. Where's the thrill in that?"

"You bastard." At the name his hand shot up gripping her face roughly. 

"That's more like it. Good girl." He cooed to her shaking her head harshly. 

"Just kill me already, why do you care if it's entertaining or not? At the end of the day you'll still be covered in blood. Isn't that what you want? Isn't that 'incentive' enough?" He tilted his head at her words, thinking. 

"You sure are a special one, not entertaining enough to get a good kill out of, but not boring enough to leave alone. I'm stumped on what to do here my dear." He released his grip on her face and began pacing back and forth. "I have been having fun watching you, talking to you.. And not just tonight. Over such a long time, I like how you used to style your hair. I mean before I broke you. But that's been interesting to watch too, the way you crumbled. And the way I actually felt bad for you. I mean that's unheard of."

"You never did much talking on the phone." She crossed her arms poking at his story. 

"I don't mean the phone love, I mean real face to face talking." He stopped his pacing walking back up to her, seeing if she'll figure him out. "Come on think." He prompted her. He had no idea what he was doing, it was stupid, reckless, entirely not him. But it was making his heart race with anticipation, it was exciting. 

She stood still thinking, trying to connect the hooded figure standing before her with anyone from her life. Who does she talk to? I mean outside of work- That's it. "Jed?" She guessed, truly a shot in the dark.

"Danny, but close enough." He reached up, removing his mask. Shocking himself at his actions just as much as her. How was he going to get out of this now? She knew now. And he had no intentions of killing her tonight. 

"I liked you, liked seeing you, my day got better every time I got to serve you. And you were the one torturing me. How dare you." Something inside him fluttered hearing her speak so kindly of him. He ate up her shock and horror of realization, that it was him. 

"Now dear, don't get too upset. You were the perfect target, but your not anymore. I'm not going to kill you." He placed his hands on her shoulders, noticing how she didn't tense under his hands, instead tears brimmed her eyes. Her beautiful eyes.

"Then what are you going to do? Did you even think this through?" Truthfully he hadn't, it was all a spur of the moment type thing. He had no idea what exactly he was doing. I guess she threw him so much with her reaction his body was doing weird things while his logical brain lagged behind. Trying to catch up.

Unsure of everything Danny leaned in, kissing her. It made no damn sense, compelled him though. She didn't pull back, didn't even react. But eventually she leaned in too. Deepening the kiss. Eventually his brain got some sense of thoughts back and he pulled away. Still a bit dazed he whispered against her lips. "I won't tell if you don't tell."

"Just, come visit me normally at the diner again. And if you want to stop by and kill me don't be such a dick about it anymore." She leaned back in, searching for more. Danny chuckled deeply and darkly at the control he had over her. 

"Yeah, sure." 

#danny johnson x reader #oneshot #dead by daylight #danny johnson #x reader #jed olsen x reader #jed olson #jed olsen #dbd #ghostface x reader #ghostface #reader insert #dead by daylight fanfic #dbd killer #dead by daylight x reader

[soulariarym]

heya i'm back i hope it's ok 😭 i just had this idea floating in my head for a while but could i have a gn reader who doesn't know how to flirt at all and has to use a book of pickup lines on either danny or jiwoon to even attempt to flirt? one or the other, whoever you feel like doing! i know it sounds kinda ridiculous but it's literally just been... in my head... (it doesn't have to be romantic. like, platonic flirting!) -🦋

Haha this is such a cute concept, hope you don’t mind I kinda did romantic

Jiwoon Hak (The Trickster)

Whenever you’d try your silly pickup lines he’d laugh and ignore you most of the time, making sure he’ll tease you later for it.

He’ll mock you, making sure to be obnoxious about it too. He knows you’re shy and don’t know what you’re doing. He’ll be sure to use it against you.

Though once in a blue moon if you come up to him with one if your silly lines he’ll grab your chin, and whisper in your ear a very seductive pickup line, leaving you flustered.

“Cmon songbird if you want me that bad you’ve gotta try harder then that~”

Jiwoon is super flirty so he’ll flirt with you back but actually do it good. He’s confident and cocky and knows how to swoon people, including you.

Because of how shy you are he’ll trap you between a wall, saying things like “cmon hun tell me you love me, you can do it, do it for me~” leaving you absolutely speechless.

“Now try again babe, I’m sure you’ve learned a thing or two no?”

Danny Johnson (The Ghostface)

I’d imagine Danny would be confused, he wouldn’t even know you were trying to flirt with him, id see him thinking you’re trying to just make conversation with him.

“Wait huh, what? What are you even trying to say? You’re confusing me sweetheart”

Once he noticed you were trying to flirt he’d chuckle, not enough to make you upset but just a small, playful chuckle

“Y’know you really need to work on your flirting more, if you weren’t so cute I’d be running away as if you were the killer…pfft as if, a sweet face like yours could ever be a killer”

Danny will always check up on you asking the same annoying question. “So how’s the pickup lines going?”

He’ll for sure talk about how bad you are at it with his close killer friends, but don’t worry he actually thinks it’s cute how you try. He thinks it’s adorable you don’t even know how to flirt in the first place.

“Y’know sweetheart you could just leave the flirting to me, unless you’re feeling bold I’d love to hear what that pretty little head of yours comes up with” with that snarky chuckle at the end

#dead by daylight #x reader #x slasher #x you #danny johnson #dead by daylight fanfic #the ghostface #ghostface #jed olson #dbd x you #dbd x reader #jiwoon hak x reader #jiwoon hak #ji woon hak #the trickster #the trickster x reader #ghostface x y/n #ghostface x you

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Rookie || DBD! Leon Kennedy

A/n: It's been forever since I've seen gameplay or played DBD, so I apologize for the mistakes. This suggestion was made by @wildest-dreams-at-midnight. Thank you.

Warning(s): public sex (sort of), noir Leon, zombies, mentions of death, DBD lore, short one-shot, gn reader.

No Minors Allowed!!

"You can't be serious," you state beneath your breath, staring at Leon in utter disbelief.

He rolls his toothpick to the corner of his mouth and grins sheepishly. 

"I don't see why not."

If he wasn't so cute, dressed in a vest and tie, then you would have immediately shut him down. Sex is the last thing either of you needs on your minds, especially with a 7-foot-tall Bio-weapon - coined by a survivor named Jill - hunting you for the sole purpose of ending your life. 

It's not like there's ever a time for intimacy inside the Entity's realms, a strange and dangerous playing field with no clear escape, so you reckon Leon is right to an extent. The only freedom given is when a campaign is won and the Entity allows you a moment to breathe. Not even dying in the hands of one of its 31 killers grants a moment of rest. 

But this didn't stop you from getting to know Leon Kennedy bit by bit, a survivor of a zombie-ridden realm known as Raccoon City.

You had met him at Midwich Elementary School and even though you didn't see him much after, an eventual romance had ensued; strong and sexual, spurred by a need to maintain some sort of normalcy.

So when the desire to fuck arose, albeit nervous about being caught, you were always inclined to accept. 

"Are we safe here?" You ask. 

Leon peeks around the corner of the abandoned police station on the west wing and sinks back into the shadows in the break room. 

"It looks like it."

You grin and reach for the button on your pants. 

"Best be quick then, rookie."

Leon snorts. 

"Can't say I'm much of a rookie anymore."

He has a point. However, the death count is high you assume. Some of the killers are hard to survive; the Spirit for example. You've been slain by her katana more times than you can count but every time you wake back up in the shadows. 

Once your pants and underclothes are down, Leon saunters over and eases you around, pressing you against the wall. You aren't too keen on this position considering you can't keep your eye on the door, but it's fine. 

The worst that can happen is that I die a terrible death again. 

You shiver in protest, trying to ignore the pending doom in the air, focusing solely on the man stretching you open. His thick cock prods at your entrance before he slides into you. A relieved sigh leaves your mouth and quickly Leon sets up a steady and relentless pace. 

It doesn't take long for the pleasure to wash over you, starting from your core and shooting down into your toes. You arch your hips, silently begging for more; an action that earns you a laugh from the blond.

"Leon–"

An inhuman gargle fills the air and the sound of shuffled footsteps follows. Your body tenses in fear. It's not the Nemesis you hear, but something equally as frightening. One of the two spawning zombies is nearby. 

One single noise and it's game over. 

What spurs you on more is the fact Leon's pace doesn't falter. He is brave to continue wrecking you while danger is literally outside the room, or he trusts the fact you won't make a noise despite the delicious sensations rolling through you. A thin sweat gathers across your brow as you fight not to make a noise. 

You aren't sure how the creature doesn't hear the lewd noises coming from you as Leon shoves his cock deep into your eager hole, but it stays oblivious, wandering the hall almost robotically.

The sensation continues to grow, nearly consuming you. In your head you plead to come undone, rocking your hips to meet his thrusts until at last an intense pleasure washes over you in waves. You tighten your jaw, turning up your eyes in bliss. A low whimper escapes your mouth, but luckily the noise is drowned out by the sudden scream of a survivor. One of the generators must have been damaged.

It means you don't have much time. The Nemesis is coming. 

As the zombie shuffles down the hall toward the noise, Leon groans and pulls from your exhausted body, spraying cum on your ass and thighs. 

Sadly, there's no moment to rest. 

"We need to move," Leon states. He spits the broken toothpick from his mouth and pulls up his pants. "It probably sensed us."

"The Entity needs to put functioning bathrooms in these realms," you mention. 

A look of unease crosses your face as you pull up your clothes, feeling the cum sink into the fabric. 

Leon snorts. 

"I guess I could have aimed for the ground."

"Such a rookie move," you joke. 

He grins and grabs your hand, dragging you from the break room as the guttural voice of the Nemesis breaks the silence and fills your body with dread. 

#resident evil fanfiction #dead by daylight leon #resident evil fandom #dead by daylight fanfic #leon kennedy #leon x reader #gender neutral reader

[bitchyglitterfox]

Bitchyglitterfox Rec List

Something Sweet @little-spicy (Tarzan!Stucky)

2. A SWEET TREAT- STUCKY @lanadelreyscokewhor3 (Domestic Stucky)

3. Late night @talaok (Spencer Reid)

4. Homecoming - @astroboots (Santiago Garcia x Reader x Frankie Morales)

5. Sunrise, Sunset - @little-spicy Orc!Stucky)

6. I think I met you in a dream once - @frostironfudge (Au!Ex Military!Bucky)

7. Like a virgin - @xpao-bearx (Steven Grant)

8. To let you win - @delaber (Bucky Barnes)

9. First Time - @luvpedropascal (Steven Grant)

10.Letting Go - @luvpedropascal (Steven Grant)

11. Cherry Pie - @welcometostayingawake and @melodygatesauthor (Steven Grant)

12. Following the herd - @uglypastels (Dark!Cult!Eddie Munson)

13. Work Break Fun - @queendeeshorrorimagines (Jed Olsen)

14. Untitled - @buckyalpine (Bucky Barnes)

15. I could teach you things - @hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch (Wanda Maximoff)

17. Headlines - @pascallftv (Pedro Pascal)

18. Keep me alive - @freyjhasdesiredreality (Bucky Barnes)

19. Limitless - @missdictatorme (Jake Lockley)

20. Take care of me tonight - @missdictatorme (Jake Lockley)

21. Awakening - @romanarose (Triple Frontier Men)

22. Just to be your man - @romanarose (Benny Miller)

23. The thing about Marc - @juneknight (Marc Spector)

24. Make room for me - @juneknight (Jake Lockley)

25. Stairwell sex with Matt Murdoc - @howaboutcastiel (Matt Murdoc)

26. National Targaryen Family Vacation - @valeskafics (Targaryen/Velaryon) (Series: complete)

27. Anything for you - @luc-k-y (Moon Knight System)

28. Headcannons - @valeskafics (Modern!Helaena Targaryen)

29. Milf!Rhaenicent x Nanny!Reader - @ruby-dragon

Ill add more when the time comes! Please check out my wonderful friends masterlists as well down below

@missdictatorme @romanarose @juneknight @luvpedropascal @valeskafics

#bitchyglitterfox recs #marvel #triple frontier fanfic #marvel fanfic #dead by daylight #triple frontier #dead by daylight fanfic #stranger things #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal #stranger things fanfic

[fandom-imagines]

Friendship

Fandom: Halloween/Dead by Daylight

Pairing: Michael Myers x Reader

Words: 2k

Request by: @sweetpotato-97 <3

Part 2 anyone?

Visiting her grandfather at work had always been one of Y/N’s favourite pastimes. He always had something funny to show them or something nice (and tasty) to give them. Dr. Loomis, or ‘G’andad’ as she preferred to call him, had always been there for her through the entire seven years that she had been alive. Despite being overloaded with work from his latest case – a child who murdered his sister in cold blood – he always made sure he took breaks when Y/N came to visit, she was, after all, his only grandchild.

“G’andad!” Y/N yelled with a joyous laugh as she spotted Loomis in the distance of the reception, talking to another nurse, despite her not knowing what they were doing or talking about.

Sam turned around upon hearing her voice, a big smile on his face as he kneeled, arms open ready for her to jump into which she gladly did with a smile that mirrored his, if not wider. The nurse, who was yet to say anything, stood there with a soft smile, admiring them before bidding the Doctor a goodbye and leaving to attend to her duties around the psychiatric unit.

“Hello, Y/N,” Dr. Loomis said, picking the young girl up as he lifted himself to his feet. She snuggled into his chest, using the brown coat as a blanket of sorts. “What should we do today?” He asked her, signalling to the receptionist to let her know that he was taking his break to which they simply nodded, watching as he headed to his office, an unexpected big smile plastered on his lips.

The office, whilst boring, was Y/N’s favourite place in the entire building – one which she believed to be a typical hospital, not a psychiatric one and Sam didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth, even if he wanted to. She cheered as the door closed behind them and she realised where she was. As he set her down on the ground, Y/N rushed towards the brown leather chair situated behind the wooden desk, hopping into the comfort of the seat with a satisfied sigh.

“Don’t you be falling asleep on me!” Loomis jokingly warned her, smiling to himself as she giggled.

The doctor himself reached towards the top drawer in his shelf, opening it to grab a small pack of her favourite sweets, one that he didn’t even know the name on, just the look of the packaging. The noise of the wrapper caught Y/N’s attention immediately and she held her hands out in anticipation before saying a desperate ‘pleeeeease’ to which he simply chuckled and passed her the candy. She didn’t open it immediately, however, telling Sam about how she needed to save them, or something of the sort, he couldn’t exactly remember what she had said.

It was a sweet sight for him to see his granddaughter so happy whilst sat in his chair with a bag of sweets in hand, but nothing lasts forever, and a sigh left his lips as he was paged to go see one of his patients who had no doubt hurt themselves or somebody else.

“Stay there, I won’t be long,” were his final words before he rushed off to find out what his patient had done.

*

It wasn’t long until Y/N grew bored of waiting for her grandfather and decided to go explore the hospital; the worst she could see was someone sick, at least in her mind, and so she climbed off of the comfortable chair and headed outside of the unlocked office, venturing out into the first room she could find which just so happened to be the canteen.

Much to her dismay, there was nobody her age, in fact, the only person close to her age was a few years older than her, probably around nine or ten, not that it mattered to her, of course, she was just happy that the room wasn’t filled with adults.

The boy, whose name Y/N didn’t know, was seated alone at a table in the corner of the room, a plate of some gross-looking food in front of him which he didn’t seem too very fond of eating. Pity grew on her and she found herself rushing over to the table and taking a seat opposite him.

“Hi!” She grinned at the boy who simply spared her a threatening look, one which did not deter her. “I’m Y/N, what’s your name?”

The boy seemed to think for a moment before spotting the sweets in her hand and decided to speak for the first time in forever. “Michael.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Michael” Would you like a sweet?” Without hesitation, Y/N ripped open the bag of sweets and offered him one from the pack, something he gladly took; food there wasn’t exactly the best, to say the least.

Her smile towards him never faded, it only grew, even if she was the only one speaking. She didn’t mind being the only one talking, Sam had taught her that not everyone is a chatterbox like her, something which she had giggled at.

A bell rang, signalling that the patients must return to their rooms and with one final ‘goodbye’, Michael left Y/N behind who was quick to return to Sam’s office, acting as though she had never left. She wasn’t stupid, she knew that she would get in trouble for leaving, especially if she had been talking to strangers, but something about him felt different; not only was he around her age, but there was something different about him to other kids she knew and all she knew was that she was desperate to see him again.

*

The next time Y/N saw Michael was a week after their first encounter. She had brought two bags of sweets: one for her and one for Michael if she was to see him. A giddy smile was on her face as she entered to hospital, only this time it was for a different reason; she was excited to see Michael again.

It didn’t take long for her to pass Michael, in fact, it was on the way in and she smiled at him, discreetly handing him a bag of sweets as he walked past her, one which he took and hid without making it obvious to the others around them. Their interaction had her smiling for the rest of the day.

*

Y/N began visiting her grandfather more and more often throughout the weeks, eventually leading to her seeing him at work every day, even while he was working. However, little did he know that her visits weren’t for him, but for Michael. Loomis had never noticed how she would disappear from his office whilst he was working or how she would bring an extra bag of sweets or a little gift for his killer patient.  Each visit and interaction with Michael had her becoming happier and more attached to the boy and she would constantly be planning her next visit and what she would bring for him. Whilst he didn’t talk to her, not often anyway, she didn’t mind speaking for them both, something Michael himself was oddly grateful for considering most peoples got frustrated that he didn’t speak and it was annoying, yet Y/N was never bothered.

“Hi, Michael!” She greeted the boy with her usual smile, earning an almost unnoticeable nod from him. “I brought you a gift.” Y/N reached out to hand him the usual bag of sweets, but there was something else in her hand: a friendship bracelet. It wasn’t that she expected him to take it, she had learned that he wasn’t the biggest fan of people and friendships, but she decided to make him one anyway, just in case he would take it and, to her surprise, he did. He slipped the threaded bracelet over his wrist, tightening it and giving her a small smile before digging into his sweets.

The pair sat in a comfortable silence for a while, before Y/N heard the name of her grandfather being called and caught a glimpse of his coat through the window. In a moment of panic, she ducked beneath the table, landing on the floor beside Michael’s feet. Despite the pain, she knew it had to be done; Loomis could never find out about their friendship, he would go berserk and forbid her from seeing her new friend. 

Michael didn’t even spare her a glance, presumably knowing what was going on, which made it even less obvious what had just happened and it wasn’t exactly like any of the other patients were going to snitch on her; they were too sick to notice, Y/N assumed, still unaware of why Michael and the others were in the hospital and she had never asked, not that she would get a response, of course. It was Michael, after all. She had no idea and both Loomis and Michael prayed that she never would; she was too innocent to be involved with all of this, it was the one thing that they both agreed on.

It wasn’t difficult for Michael to guess her involvement with his doctor. She was young and he was old, so clearly a grandparent. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t care, she was the first person in a long time to show him genuine kindness and not treat him like the monster that most believe him to be. She was the first genuinely kind soul in his life, and he didn’t want to lose that, despite not admitting that to himself just yet.

“Is he gone?” The whisper from her caught Michael’s attention who simply nodded once he was certain that Loomis had left. He almost laughed at the mess of her hair when she popped back up, but he didn’t. “Phew! That was close. I should go, but I’ll see you again soon! Bye, Michael.”

Little did they both know, they would never see each other again in this world.

*

Y/N had no idea how long she had been in the entity’s realm, but each day felt like torture. Despite this, she had still made some good friends along the way, befriending each new survivor around the campfire with ease; her kindness never left. Laurie, the latest survivor, was detailing her past encounters with a man name Michael yet Y/N wasn’t entirely listening, too caught up in her memories of her past friend. She wishes she could have just said goodbye to him, given him a hug, anything that meant he wouldn’t believe that she had just abandoned him.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Meg whispered to the woman beside her, noticing her lost in her thoughts.

“Yeah,” came her simple response.

Meg, who decided to leave her to her thoughts, turned her attention back to Laurie who was still telling the group stories from her past.

*

Being summoned to a trial was the last thing Y/N wanted whilst she was attempting to rest and clear her mind from her previous thoughts about her past friend. Of course, there was nothing she could do about this besides sigh to herself as she began rushing around Haddonfield, unaware of the gaze following her every move.

With three survivors sacrificed, Y/N was the only one left whilst also being unharmed which was a shock to her considering how brutal and talented the new killer, who she hadn’t seen at all throughout the trial, was.

As she ventured around the new map in search for hatch, Y/N almost screamed as she ran into the killer. Cursing herself, the girl took a step back, looking up to see the killer whose name she didn’t even know.

Rather than try to run, Y/N simply offered the masked man a smile. “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

The killer froze for a moment, before turning around and signalling for her to follow him for some unknown reason, yet she did so anyway.

Their walk was silent, the only noise being her panting and the masked mans breaths. Y/N still had no idea what was going on until she stumbled into the mans stopped body right in front of the hatch. The eyes behind his mask held some familiarity to Y/N, yet she couldn’t quite place it until she heard the man say his name as she jumped into the hatch.

“Michael.”

#halloween #halloween x reader #halloween imagine #halloween imagines #halloween fanfic #halloween fanfiction #michael myers #michael myers x reader #michael myers imagine #michael myers imagines #michael myers fanfic #michael myers fanfiction #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight imagine #dead by daylight imagines #dead by daylight fanfiction #dead by daylight fanfic #dead by daylight michael #dbd #dbd x reader #dbd imagine #dbd imagines #slasher #slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slasher imagines #slashers #slashers x reader #slashers imagine

[luciferhollow]

Mikey:14hours of work at the mine, all for sister's college.

 Laurie: bartender, Vodka!

Funny fanart for a great fanfiction by @alexrainbow , which you can read on Ao3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/25970020?view_adult=true)  or Ficbook(https://ficbook.net/readfic/9416315)

#Michael Myers #laurie strode #dead by daylight laurie strode #dead by daylight #dead by daylight fanfic #dead by daylight fanart #dead by daylight art #DBD #dbd art #dbd trapper #dbd fanfic #dbd killer #dbd fanart #Halloween #Halloween 2007 #halloween kills #halloween ends #Slashers #Michael baby boy #the shape #dbd Michael Myers #dead by daylight michael myers

[kuro-geco]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead by Daylight (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Michael Myers/Jake Park, Michael Myers & Jake Park Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Compliant, mentioned other killers, Crows love Jake, Soft Jake Park, Concussions, Michael Myers is His Own Warning, Michael doing funky shit for his crush to notice him, Not David King Friendly, Mean David King, David King is a bastard in this one, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, No beta we die like survivors, mentioning Jake Park's family, implied Michael Myers/Jake Park, Eavesdropping, Beating the shit out of someone, could be romantic or platonic, Michael Myers being whipped, Trauma, but only sprinkled in nothing major, Happy Ending

Summary:

Jake had enough of David's bitching. He had enough of his constant boasting and being an asshole all around. He was tired of this bastard and how he could make Jake's blood boil - so he went to complain to the Crows.

Crows could listen, but couldn't do anything, so it was safe. Nothing would happen... right?

Or: Jake's complains to the Crows about David being a dick and for some reason Michael goes berserk on every Trial since then.

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Being in the Fog and being married to Chris R. And having a history with Wesker would include:

A/n: Listen, I haven't seen this. I'm not into Wesker, but I'm a sucker for a hero and villain into the same person. And because I haven't seen this, I think? I have decided to do it myself. I know, it's long. I didn't think I could crank this out this much. Here you go, enjoy.

1998

Living in RE universe before the Fog was interesting. You're life was normal, technically everything was normal before the year, of 1998.

You were a member of S.T.A.R.S at the time. And you were hired by Albert Wesker.

And because of this, you had an interesting relationship with the captain.

You're partner was Rebecca, you were usually counted on to aid in her in the field. Not that you minded though, she was like you're sister.

But before Rebecca Chambers joined S.T.A.R.S you were often assigned by Weskers side. You weren't co-captain, just more so his partner sort of.

From you're first day at S.T.A.R.S Chris tried to hit on you but you returned his flirty attempts to sassy sarcastic response.

That's where the friendship starts here. Over time, you and Chris developed a friendship. One of trust and love.

Chris would do little things as you're friend, like- help you tie you're hair. Because of one day.

"Do you need help?" Chris asked seeing as you were struggling tying you're hair when while in deep thought. Tearing yourself away from you're thoughts you glanced at him at you're third attempt.

"You know how to put hair up, Redfield?" You asked amused by this.

"I have a younger sister." He remarks and proceeds to help you.

Chris knows how to braid and tie hair, Claire made him do it. Tell me I'm wrong. The man knows how to do it, and he can paint nails. He's done it for Claire a lot.

Is it you're time of the month and Jill or Rebecca isn't around to spare you anything? Say the word, Chris will run and get some for you.

Do you want a drink or snack? He will go get you some.

Wesker has witnessed this, and yes, he does not like it. So he does other things for you.

He will get you a coffee, or it's Chris. Who ever gets there first.

He doesn't go tough on you compare to the others, well its a wild card. Sometimes he's nice, other times- he's just flat tough.

Wesker also likes to spar you with. So does Chris, but he usually tries to snatch you. Since you're the quickest.

In Spencer's Mansion though when that happened, you ended up going with Chris to investigate. While Brad left you guys stranded.

Wesker tried to prevent you going, but he was no match against you're protest.

Throughout the night you and Chris got separated twice. Each time you managed to rescue Chris.

Ngl, man didn't mind being saved. He couldn't help but have his heart swell at this.

Both of you kept trying to find Jill and the rest of you're time but it was tough. Until you both ran into Rebecca, and you saved her.

But as the nightmare continued with you're whole time getting wiped out you grew enraged at discovering Wesker was behind all of this.

Regardless, Chris's stuck with you when you both discovered Wesker behind it. You asked him what you both will do about it, and he took you're hand. "I don't know, but it's you and I against the world. For better and for worst. I'm getting you out of here."

Before confronting Wesker you stopped him with Rebecca. "Hey, Chris?"

He turned to you concerned. "Yeah?"

"If we get out of here, do you wanna go to Oregon? We could go for a vacation. At least for a bit." You remarked to him.

Chris smiled at this and took you're hand again. "Yeah, after all of this we will go to Oregon."

When confronting Wesker, you were shot in the chest. It happened because you scolded him, "Wesker you wretched snake! Fuck you. You killed them all."

As Wesker aimed his gun at you, he gripped the gun tightly. "You don't understand, (Y/n). You don't understand any of this, yet." BANG!

Chris saw this, he was horrified, enraged and full of sorrow at this. He wanted to help you but Wesker prevented it as you bled out.

Right before his eyes all memories of you the daydream to help him out of this nightmare was tainted. He thought about driving off to Oregon with you on the bike. Now it's gone.

At the end of Chris fighting Tyrant, he tried to check for you're pulse. But nothing, Rebecca crying tried stop the bleeding. Before telling Chris they have to go.

As much as Chris hated it, he had to leave you dead on the floor right near Wesker.

Leaving the mansion and you were difficult for him. On the helicopter as it blew, he wanted to cry because he left you. He couldn't go back to even retrieve you're body to give you a proper burial.

You're funeral was the toughest time for him. It was rainy and he had to watch an empty coffin go into the ground.

You were just a sinking ship he couldn't let go at this point for how much he thought of you every single day.

2009

Chris drank quite a bit, before deciding that instead of drinking, he should do something about Umbrella.

So he did, Chris left to go to Europe.

Throughout the years you haunted his mind. He constantly thought about you and the others. Mostly you though.

Afterwards he found out Wesker was alive. To where he lost Jill. He couldn't take this.

That's when he met Sheva, and began to track down Wesker.

Eventually when catching up with Wesker he found out one thing. Jill's alive and he found a picture of you in the computers.

Finding out Jill might be alive it gave him hope. But Sheva saw how his face changed when he saw a picture of you with a bio on you.

Sheva questioned who you were, and Chris didn't want to answer. And that's when he couldn't stop thinking about you again, what happened and all the time you shared.

This was when he encountered Jill, Wesker and another member of Weskers party. One who he kept encountering and giving him a struggle in a fight.

Wesker smirked at this opportunity to crush Chris. "Chris, I'm so happy you could make it for the reunion in time."

Reunion? Chris was confused as Jill was revealed into being one of the masked individuals.

And then, Wesker uncloaked the individual beside him. Revealing you, you're hair turned to a silver color. You still looked the same as to when he last saw you.

Wesker kissed you're hand, which made Chris livid at this. "Wesker, what have you done? You killed her! You cloned her, you sick bastard!"

Wesker chuckled at this. "Oh no, Chris, this isn't a clone. I'm afraid I prefer the original."

Chris couldn't believe this, but you died. He saw you die! "You killed her, you must've gone senile!"

That's when Wesker revealed something. He shot you near you're heart, he didn't kill you. But when they were leaving Wesker took the opportunity to stablize you're wound long enough.

Wesker carried you out of Spencer Mansion fending off the both of you.

Umbrella managed to save you're life, and in returned Wesker injected you a virus. And you're hair began to change to the silver it is now.

He managed to get you to be like Jill, under his control, but not complete. You were Weskers partner in a way, his queen to his sick world.

This is where we gotta be honest. Wesker spoiled you, he gave you all sorts of gifts. Every time you fought back from his control he never physically harmed you. Just told you how you were the perfect match for him.

And over time, you took his affections and returned them. But in a way, you were brainwashed. You're memories had holes in them. Something was missing.

He also often took you everywhere with him and discussed plans together.

He also never let anyone hit on you. You are his and only his, forget about everyone else.

Remember Excella? Yeah, when she was getting touchy Albert. You almost broke her into two.

But Albert reassured you how you are his and he is yours. He was found it amusing. He kind of loved seeing you're wrath and jealously.

Liked seeing how ruthless you could be in battle. He enjoyed seeing how incredibly powerful you were.

He did get annoyed if you got in a fight him and tried to tell him off.

Often though, he'd watch as you became a wildfire to a forest. Usually though, he would pamper you to receive you're forgiveness.

This guy yelling at you're Albert seemed familiar. But why?

You didn't focus on it after Albert kissed you, "Pet, would you kindly take care of Chris?" Mindlessly you agreed, and attempted to fight Chris.

Fighting with Albert and Jill things seem to have gone easy until Jill seemed off. She was snapping out of it. Despite Albert's wishes.

Before Albert left he trusted you to take care of Chris and Sheva.

But while fighting Chris he managed restrain you by himself. And made you think of time before he lost you.

As you tried to fight off his restraint he thought about it, "Oregon. D-do you remember that?"

"Its a state, you asshole!" You said as you tried to fight back.

"You and I were going to go there! Do you remember that? You and I, we were gonna go to Oregon for vacation after we got out of the mansion. Do you remember that? I do!"

That's when it clicked when thought about it. Oregon, you made that promise with someone. That's when it clicked, you made that with Chris.

You stared at him, "Chris." You said recalling all of you're memories with him.

You helped him get Jill to snap out.

Quickly you and Jill cooked up a plan to take down Wesker.

Come to the end, when Wesker almost got Chris, you stood right before him shielding Chris. With a rocket launch in you're hand.

Albert frowned at this. And as he tried to be sweet and set you back, you objected to his advances. You killed him.

On the helicopter out of the volcano you guys ended up in, you leaned your head on Chris shoulder.

After 2009

After the events of RE5, you and Chris married. You became Mrs. Redfield, a respected operative.

Yours and Chris marriage was one of the best ways to end a chapter of a nightmare.

You both moved out to the countryside since Chris loved taking you on bike rides to that side.

But it doesn't stop either of you from having horrible dreams of Wesker and mansions all of the events after the year.

You had dreams and memories to your time with Wesker.

Wesker was an ambitious man, but it didn't stop him from treating you. He called you "pet" often. Which looking back on it, it made you feel like an object.

But it didn't stop you from remembering him. He was a cruel man, but there were just times he only showed slight softness.

Like when he got stressed out, he liked resting his head on your stomach.

Other times, he just liked going on walks with you. He didn't mind having a conversation with you from time to time.

There's nothing like talking about kids or marriage, though. You asked him about it once, but he said he'd just focus on his work. He's not really a family man.

Sometimes, you woke up in a sweat of having dreams of being stuck with him.

But Chris usually helped you relax and forget them.

This is a big difference between your relationship with Wesker and Chris. Wesker is unpredictable, distant even when he is close, and Chris, on the other hand, is close.

Chris also isn't focused on work solely now that you're in his life. Wesker was focused on nothing but his plans.

With Wesker, things felt as if he wasn't all in with the relationship, even if it was kind of against your will.

Chris is all in, though. Without a question, he sees you as his first priority and works as a second.

With Chris, you can see a family in the future. So can he! He talked about wanting a daughter.

He's trying to make it happen.

One night, though, you woke up from having a dream about Albert Wesker. In the dream, you had a dream of him looking for you around RPD. Calling your pet in the process as he called out for you.

You woke up when he caught you telling how you can't hide forever.

Waking up, you heard piano songs. Particularly a song you recognized, "Moonlight, Sonta." You tried to wake up, Chris, but you couldn't. Taking matters in your own hands, you brought out your handgun and a flashlight.

Leaving yours and Chris's bedroom, you shined a light finding the source of the music. You don't remember having a piano in the house.

Glancing around you see if a CD or the TV was on, it wasn't. Everything was pitch black.

Your heart began to beat a lot. Rapidly. You shook a little but kept strong. Stepping outside, you stepped in the driveway.

But you couldn't find the source, you were so confused. Where was it coming from?

Looking around for something and anything. You searched before a black fog formed at your feet.

Something told you to run, and as you tried, the fog grew bigger. You ran towards the porch yelling for Chris. But soon, it blurred your vision.

In The Fog

One moment you were investigating for the piano music, and the next you woke up in the woods.

It was nighttime, as you sat up wondering where you were you saw that you were sporting old gear. This was yours S.T.A.R.S gear. You haven't seen this in a long time.

Confused, you then touched and looked at your hair. It was tied in a ponytail. Looking at it, you saw the color of it, and your heart dropped at the color. It wasn't silver.

Sure, you dyed it to you're original but it always bled out. And you were going to redo it, but you didn't get the time. Now it's the original hair color. Why?

As you stood up, you shined your flashlight around. Were you dreaming again? "Chris!" You called out to the dead of night.

Running through the fog, you called out, hoping he'd be somewhere. Anywhere.

Shining you're light, you panicked at this, "wake up!" You tell yourself with tears. "Wake up! You're dreaming. This isn't real. This isn't real. CHRIS!" You called out further into the darkness.

You began to cry at this. Until you tripped and saw a campfire. You saw a bunch of people who were spooked at the sight of you.

Soon enough, you explained that you were taken by the entity. As all of them tried to explain, you suddenly asked, "Have you seen a man? Tall. About 6ft. Brunette. His muscular. Brown eyes. American."

"I've never seen a guy like that. Why? What's it to you if we have?" This woman in a fluffy jacket with a ruffled shirt asked. She had a Korean accent.

"His name is Chris. Chris Redfield! He's my husband. I'm (Y/n) Redfield." You said getting a little frustrated.

"No, I'm sorry, lady." Someone in a white button-up shirt said he had a black tie and glasses.

With tears in your eyes, you stayed on your knees looking at your hand. You stared at them, seeing the only thing that remained from the old world is the ring.

A woman came up to you, and she kneeled beside you. She had dreads, and they were tied up and blue lens glasses. She had a pink shirt. "Hey, it's okay. We've all lost something here." She said, placing a hand on you're shoulder.

You cried like a baby for what felt an hour. 11 years, you were brainwashed and with Albert, 11 years away from Chris.

It felt like you just got him back. And now he's gone again. All because some sick creature wanted you tortured.

Chris, on the other hand, woke up that night seeing you were gone. He heard you calling and began to look for you with his gun in hand and a flashlight.

He didn't stop looking for you that night. He cried and began to be angry with the world. 11 years, you were gone, and you returned. And now something took you away.

It felt like years of him looking for you again. Until one night after 2 months of you being gone, particularly on July 24th. He's riding his bike home, thinking about you.

That was until he saw a fog in the middle of the road. Stopping, he was confused about why this fog seemed so thick? There was no weather report of a fog tonight.

Chris then heard something that made his heart drop. There was something he recognized in the distance. "Moonlight, Sonata" by Betovan.

He hasn't heard that since the mansion, as the fog rolled in as he processed, he didn't realize as it blocked his vision. That's when he heard a familiar voice. "Alright, team, you know the drill!"

"(Y/n)?!" Chris suddenly called out. He didn't hesitate running into the fog.

Your and Chris reunion was something. Chris saw right before his eyes RPD. He was in the main lobby room. But no, this was impossible. RPD was destroyed with Raccoon City.

That's when he saw a generator? This wasn't in the original station. There's meat hooks too!

"Chris?!" A familiar voice spoke out. He turned to see Leon in his rookie uniform.

"Leon?" He remarks.

"Chris?!" Another voice exclaimed. Sporting a blue shirt and black jeans with Jill.

"What are you guys doing here?" Chris inquired before they heard monstrous foot steps.

Before he could get an answer, he heard it, "STARS!" A voice yelled he saw Nemesis running into the room.

"Run, Chris!" Jill yelled.

Nemmy chased him down and almost caught up to him, he was about to punch him before someone interfered.

Chris heard a familiar yelp. He turned from heading to the balcony and saw you. Wearing that old S.T.A.R.S uniform looking like how you did in 1998.

He couldn't believe it. It was you, "STARS!" Nemmy yelled at you as you stumbled up the stairs.

"Hey, asshat! Remember me? I'm the one who hit your head!" You yelled, challenging the Nemesis. Who stared at you. "Aw, so you're not blind." You smirked. You're face fell as your eyes met Chris, "get out of here. Go find Leon, I'll see you at the campfire."

Before Chris could protest, Nemesis attempted to punch you again. You slid dodging it. "Aww, you missed me!" You antagonized him.

"STARS!" He yelled again. You sprinted to the library without a second thought. Nemmy is being hot on your trails.

Throughout the trial, Chris couldn't believe he saw you. He must be dreaming. But Jill dragged him out of the exit gates despite not seeing you.

Despite how worried he was, he stopped the moment he woke up at the campfire.

He was searching for you until he heard something that confused him. "Redfield is back, guys!" One of the people yelled.

For a moment, he thought they were talking about him before he saw you. An injury was on the sides, as you held it, walking to the group.

"Redfield is hurt!" A older man exclaimed with a cigarette in his mouth.

Chris saw you and pushed through the crowd. He saw you standing amongst a bunch of people.

He froze seeing you again. Your hair is loose and messy with a cut on the side of your head. He smiled at the sight of you. "I'm dreaming," he said seeing you.

"Hey babe," you remarked back to him with a smile.

Chris immediately hugged you. You winced, given the cut on your side. But it didn't matter. Your husband was back.

The reunion of Jill, Leon, Claire, and you was interesting.

You explained the Entity's realm to them, each giving them a crash course of almost everybody you know.

Honestly, Chris only half listened. He saw you, and the world felt sane again. He had you back regardless if you're in some crazy world.

In the Entity's realm, you often give Chris gifts and patch him up when he's injured.

You both always stick by each other. Despite how Chris notices some of the guys in the Fog, look at you. But you've noticed how the woman looked at him.

Often between trials, you both sit by the fire. Chris tells you a lot of stories, and you do the same.

Often in trials, you both focus on rescuing the others. But when it comes to each other, it's mostly fighting.

Sometimes, the killers try to avoid it when both of you are in a trial.

Meanwhile, Oni and Nurse find it funny. They'll watch sometimes.

Chris gives you gifts a lot. There are lots of flash lights and medkits.

A lot of the survivors are a little jelly since you both married outside of the realm and together.

But a lot of them find you both adorable!

Wesker arriving

Wesker's arrival was world changing for you and basically the whole squad. Rebecca showed up, and Ada. Following were Carlos and Sheva.

At first, you were all confused. Why were you all ending up here?

But the reunion with Rebecca was nice. You both hugged and began to catch up together.

But for Wesker, the last thing he saw was you aiming for the rocket launcher at him. Ready to kill him. But then a fog blocked his vision.

Before he knew it, he landed in a familiar place.

He was in S.T.A.R.S office, but something was different. Some of it was trashed to the ground. Then, he saw it. On the desk covered in CDs and by Chris R. leather jacket.

On his desk was a picture. He's never had this. The picture was of his wedding to you.

As he stared at it through his black sunglasses, his eyes became a glowing red. He gripped the photograph before throwing it on the floor. No, this thing is taunting him.

You were his. Not Chris, and this Entity was mocking him. He is livid at this.

He began to stop through the halls of RPD. Until he makes his way to the staircase of the lobby. From the library, he sees a familiar face.

You. Beside you was Leon, you were about to enter the below west side of the map. "Redfield!" Leon says, you turn to him before Leon gives you a flash bang. You smiled, Weskers fist clench, "I have more. I'll go find a gen, we'll split up for a bit." He says before scurring away.

Wesker watched as you made your way to the east wing of the map. He decided to go to Leon, a reunion with you could wait.

Throughout the round, you worked on a gen, not seeing Albert anywhere.

But it got odd that almost everyone was taken out in the match. All of them dropped one after the other.

You couldn't put a finger on who it was.

But in your attempt to rescue Chris, whose aura you saw from across the map.

You wasted no time sprinting to him. You stepped on the rainy balcony. You saw the person in leather, slick back blonde hair and glasses. You were horrified to see Albert there.

Albert smirked at this, "Hello, my pet." He says to you. You attempted to hit him, but he threw you to the other side. Right by the crashed helicopter.

You saw Chris punch Wesker. His glasses fell off as he grabbed him by the throat. "Time to die, Chris."

He threw him before finishing him off. You saw it happen in horror. Wrath took you insued in you.

"Hello, my pretty pet." He tells you, you forced yourself on your feet.

You weren't injured by the throw, but you saw uroboros on you. You panicked at the sight. "You haven't aged a day." He tells you. "Too bad you married, poor pathetic Chris."

Tears in your eyes, you stared at Chris corpse. "You bastard, you're dead. Why are you here?"

"My sweet pet, why else wouldn't I be here? I heard you in the Fog. So I came and what do I see? A disgusting wedding photo of you with Chris in S.T.A.R.S office."

You froze at that. There was a picture of your wedding? That was never there until now. Was the entity trying to provoke Albert?

"Fuck you, I love him." You spat him.

Out of anger, Wesker grabbed you by the throat. "You are mine! How dare you think otherwise!"

He threw you down the staircase, and you rolled down the steps. You winced at the pain, and you struggled getting up. "I always have liked seeing you struggle. I expected more a challenge, though," he says.

You remembered the flash bang in your pocket as he got close. You threw it down and began to run to the east police office hallway.

"You'll pay for that!" Wesker exclaims.

Sprinting, you tried to outrun until he caught up throwing you down. You tried to crawl away from him.

"I've always liked seeing you below me." He remarks as he pins you to the floor. "Still beautiful pet, and the uniform still fits. Perfect," he says, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"Don't touch me," you hissed.

"I don't like your tone, pet." He says until he places a kiss on your lips. "But I'm afraid we're out of time. I expect to see you soon, though." Placing a quick one with a smirk. "And don't hold back next time. You are my worthy counterpart." Then he killed you.

Waking up at the campfire, you were hyperventilating. You could still remember how he kissed you.

Then you saw Chris. Instinctively, you got up and kissed him. Tears streaming down your eyes, you stared into his eyes. Before holding his face. "I'm so sorry," you told him.

Chris immediately asked, "Are you okay? He hurt you didn't he?"

"He's already hurt me." You remarked Chris noticed the bruise forming your neck. "I'll be fine. I'm sorry, I should've saved you."

Chris stared at it before pulling you in a tight hug. "I'm never letting him touch you again," he says dead serious.

Wesker in the realm now as a killer. And he's here. He's treating you the same regardless of you killing him. Chris was livid, though and you didn't know what to do.

You had your husband and your old captain, whom you sort of had a relationship with. Who's also ready to encounter to see you already. What were you going to do?

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Summary:

Y/n was never close with her cousin Billy and hadn’t seen him in years, but when he shows up at her roadside home, running from the law and with a Stu on his arm, she figures it’s best to let him stay. He wouldn’t.. gut her? Right? Best not take any chances! The real kicker, however, is when their inspiration - the real and original Ghostface - shows up. She has less faith he’ll let her live if she isn’t careful.

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