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Cursed Slashers #4
(sorry not to come back)
A little bit late for this.
Dredge/Reader nsfw
I have no regrets (:
DBD! Nemesis X F!Reader
yâall Iâm already on my shit, pls forgive me (*/Ï*) Iâve always loved this certified Big Boy and now I have a reason to post stuff for him and not let it sit in my docsÂ
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Amanda Young (DBD) x F Reader NSFW Warning: Blood, slight knifeplay, rough (slight) femdom
âItâs always stuffy in here. I hate it, why do you insist on meeting in the meat plant?â You whined as she led you deeper into Gideon, her grip tightening on your wrist while shooting you a sharp glare. Her glare silenced you immediately, not wanting to anger her when in her own territory, especially with her equipment being so close to use at her discretion. âIf youâre going to bitch about it, Iâll blindfold you. You donât know how hard it is to convince Her to let us take a survivor one on one into a trial area. We have to give a lot.â She grumbled dangerously low, tugging you into the large office room; monitors flickering images of the usual puppet she used- Billy. Confusion washed over you as you looked around- nothing was different, yet Amanda's demeanor completely changed. She turned to you, a smug smile tugging at her lips as she shrugged off the usual red coat she wore to reveal a black leather outfit. Heat rose to your cheeks instantly as you looked over the get-up, how you hadnât realized she wasnât wearing her usual jeans escaped you. She pressed her hands to your chest, shoving you against one of the cold metal tables, her leg pressing between yours as she whispered close to your ear, âwhile it may be a hassle to get these moments with you, I think theyâre worth it. Especially when I can get you to do whatever I want.â
   With a nip against the shell of your ear, you jumped, your cheeks flushing a dark shade of red. The sound of a blade dragging across the table caught your attention, your eyes darting to meet your own reflection of the blade on her wrist. Panic bubbled in your throat as she brought it closer to your face, her coos about how defenseless you looked causing knots to form in your stomach. With a quick movement of her hand, your shirt was sliced off with ease; exposing your chest to the cold air. Her hands were instantly on your chest, her fingers pinching at your nipples as she leaned into your neck to pepper the sensitive flesh in small bites. âYou know.. I always love how easy it is for me to fuck with you. You make it that easy,â she chided, her teeth digging into your neck with a hard bite. You jolted in surprise with a yelp, your body slamming back into the table hard enough to leave bruises. âWhat? Do you not like this position? Here, I have a better one youâll love,â she cooed, her hands gripping your hips to suddenly spin you, her body pressing against the table where you once were. With a quick movement, she lifted her body onto the table, spreading her legs open while slowly slicing through the leather shorts she chose. âSince you seem so shy when I touch you, youâll have to earn your keep. Make your mouth useful for once instead of the incessant whining you always do. Worship me for all I care, just donât be so stiff and useless when Iâm touching you.â She practically growled at you, her hands moving to your shoulders to shove you down, forcing your head closer to between her thighs.Â
   You couldnât deny how much her words affected you, your own wetness betraying the shame that burned on your face. You loved how rough she was with you, inside and outside when she was trying to kill you. Without a word, you moved your hands to spread her legs open more, discarding the shorts she carelessly sliced off. With a hum of impatience, her hand buried itself in your hair to shove your face into her. You could feel the cold steel of the knife as she held your hair; needing no more persuasion, you moved your tongue along her folds- focusing on making small circles around her sensitive nub. A sigh of relief could be heard as you moved your tongue against her, the blade of the knife pressing against the back of your neck threateningly. Her hips ground against your face fervently as she hissed, âfuck⊠Finally. Itâs been too long since Iâve had a moment with you, took you long enough to do your damn job. Only took me practically suffocating you.â You squeezed your tights together, your own arousal growing with each word she spit at you. Her words shouldnât affect you the way they did, but you couldnât help it; your fingers moving to slowly push them into her as you moved your tongue around her clit.Â
   You didnât know how long you were on your knees for her, her breathing getting heavier with each stroke of your tongue. The knife dug into your neck, beads of blood dripping down your neck and back as you curled your fingers, pumping them in and out of her at a quick pace. Your legs and core ached, you wanted so badly to be touched, yet you knew with her mood it wasnât happening. With a sudden buck of her hips, she moaned your name as her orgasm washed over her. The knife dug into your neck more, a pained whimper sounding from you as she slowly came down from her end. Your legs ached as you pulled your head away slightly, looking up at her with admiration. Her gaze met yours almost instantly, a wicked grin spreading across her face- the knife leaving your neck. With a quick shove to your shoulders, you were shoved onto the cold floor of the office-like room. She quickly stood, her movements quick as she planted herself on your hips, a sadistic gleam in her eye. Dread ran through you as she lifted the blade, dragging it slowly down your exposed chest. Goosebumps raised on your skin as you pleaded, âAmanda⊠Please, I want you to touch me, did I not do a good enough job? I want to feel good too.â Her face softened for a split second before she sliced across your chest suddenly. A loud whine escaped you as she ran her free hand across the gash, spreading the blood across your breasts. âYou did a good job. After I pushed you to do the damn job in the first place. Let me enjoy myself, maybe then Iâll give you what you want.. If you behave-â she sighed contentedly, âwhich I doubt.â With another quick slash of the blade, blood poured from the second cut she made into your flesh, her body bending to run her tongue along the cut briefly- teasingly. You squirmed under her, your body on fire from arousal and pain. Your brain was screaming for you to run, to get as far away from her as possible, yet you couldnât bring yourself to move from under her. With each cut from the blade, you found yourself whimpering her name, your nails digging into your own palms. Touching her was a gamble you were not willing to take.
   It felt like hours of her continuously making more cuts in your skin, blood covering your chest as she spread it with her hands. She rubbed her hands along her thighs, seemingly entranced by the blood gushing from your wounds. âYouâve done so well.. Are you ready for your reward?â She purred, her voice laced with lust. Your mind was in a haze as you slowly nodded, your eyes half-lidded as you managed to meet her gaze. âGood-â she cooed, plunging the knife into your throat as she leaned closer to your face, the stench of blood filling your nostrils, âyou get advice. Do better next time.â You choked, your own blood filling your lungs as you struggled to breathe. The whole thing shouldâve made you feel disgusted, distraught, and yet all you could focus on was how much you were looking forward to her coming to find you again in Gideon. After all, it wasnât every day the Entity allowed for such play in Her realm. Amanda would find you again, then probably fuck you senseless with whatever she toy she snuck in with her.Â
Can you do nsfw bligth
I know this is a very late answer, but I hope you still enjoy it (ïœĄâąÌïžżâąÌïœĄ). Iâve been trying to get back into writing since college and work has been very draining. I hope you still enjoy it (and everyone else that loves our boy blight)
Curiosity is often what leads to your downfall, the trials being nothing more than a playground for killers made for less than satisfactory for you to do your work. The entity was a strange being that made no sense. Yet you couldnât help but want to know more. What made these killers the way they are, what makes the survivors a survivor. They could do just as much damage as a killer could with the right tools. Was it the entity? Their own morals or lack thereof? Questions swirled in your head as the fog thickened around your form at the campfire. Your head was spinning before the trial had even started; it was going to be a bad one. Large flowers bloomed at every corner of the trial, a strange goldish yellow liquid leaking from their cores. You had been found during one of your midst of morbid curiosity, watching him kill Jeff with a syringe that caused multiple goldish yellow bubbles to form under Jeffs flesh. Whatever he had done had deformed him beyond recognition, and yet you found yourself more intrigued by the killer himself.Â
 You didnât know what came over you- or him- as you found yourself exposed and craving his touch, your tongue moving around his length to get any positive reinforcement from the man standing in front of you. The pulsating sound escaping them each flower couldnât draw your attention away from the killer gripping your hair and forcing his length down your throat. Your knees ached as rocks dug into your skin, yet you didnât care as you willingly bobbed your head, your hands gripping his cloak tighter with each thrust of his hips. It had been so long for both of you, so long since you had felt such closeness, and you were sure he felt the same. His needy growls filled your ears as he neared his end, his thrusts becoming more sporadic as his fingers tightened in your hair. You hummed around him, pleased with how close he was already. You couldnât help but want to taste him, to see if the same fluid that lit up his eyes and gaping maw would mix with his cum. Your own arousal was evident as you stared up at him, a pleading desperation in your gaze while you bobbed your head. With one final thrust, he let out a loud purr as his climax washed over him. You swallowed eagerly before pulling your head away, a dark flush across your cheeks.Â
It didnât take long for him to move you, pulling you to your feet to shove you against a tree and lift your leg with his hand to spread them open. His body pressed against yours, forcing your legs open more, as his fingers spread your lips before making slow circles around your clit. Your breath hitched at the sudden touch, your body heating as you whimpered. You wanted him inside you, yet you knew he wasnât going to give you it that easily. He watched your reactions as he worked you with his fingers, each twitch and moan making him focus his attention to turn you into a writhing mess. A knot was forming in your core, your orgasm rapidly approaching as he focused his fingers on your clit again. You could feel his burning member pressing against you, yet you couldnât find the words to articulate how badly you wanted him inside you. All you could focus on was clinging to his cloak as he pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm washing over you with a loud moan, your legs shaking and hips twitching with each continued movement of his fingers. A satisfied low growl sounded from him at your reaction, his gaze taking you in as you shuddered and gasped under his fingers. It didnât take long before he retracted his hand away from your core, a needy whine escaping you from the lack of contact. Even with your post orgasm haze clouding your thoughts, you found yourself pulling him closer to you to grind your hips against him. The desire to be fucked by him was burning through you, you wanted to feel him fill you, and all you could do was needily whine your wants to him; only to be met with silence.Â
His length was pressed against your folds, his hips slowly moving as if to tease you and force you to make more noises for him. He wanted to hear how badly you wanted him, and you gladly delivered, your own pleas falling from your mouth quickly. Your desperation only spurred him on. With a quick motion, he pushed his length into you, purrs escaping him while stroking your cheek with surprising gentleness. A loud groan ripped its way from your throat as he hilted himself inside you, his hips pressing against yours. You found yourself turning your head into his hand, relaxing into his touch. It didnât take long for you to adjust to him, your own impatience getting the better of you as you tried grinding your hips against his. He didnât need anymore reassurance, with a sudden snap of his hips he set a quick pace thrusting into you. Each guttural growl was met with one of your moans, a darker flush spreading across your face. A familiar warmth spread through your core, praises spilling from your lips while your nails dug into him. His growls increased in frequency with each thrust, his other hand moving to dig his nails into your hip. The noises from both you and him echoed around the trial, and yet you were too far gone to care if there were any survivors left to hear. The knot in your core was slowly getting tighter with each movement of his length dragging along your walls. You could feel him twitching inside you, his own end approaching as his breathing became more ragged. You couldnât help the moans that escaped you as your orgasm washed over you once again. His growls filling your ears as he reached his climax as well, the feeling of his cum filling you only heightening your end. You could barely focus on the feeling of him pulling out of you, a sudden pinching feeling in your neck barely able to snap you out of your haze. Your eyes tried to focus on him, his hand moving from your cheek to hold your head in place as he used his other hand to push the plunger down on the syringe. A burning sensation spread from the injection site before he yanked out the syringe to discard it, his arms suddenly enveloping you in a tight embrace. You could barely focus on what was happening as your breathing became labored, yellowish fluid coming up your throat to form large bubbles under your flesh. It didnât take long for your throat to swell and burst, blood and the same fluid that dripped from his form spilling from the open sore. A weak smile formed on your face as you lost consciousness. It was worth it.
Been awhile
Howdy, Iâve been gone for a long fucking time. My medical program and job has been running me ragged and I just wanted to give an update to this account instead of leaving complete radio silence. I genuinely do not know if I want to continue writing for dead by daylight (or writing in general) as my interest in the game itself has dwindled significantly. Iâm still trying to decide on what I want to do, and I deeply apologize for anyone that sent in any asks while Iâve been on my semi-hiatus. Itâs been extremely hard to keep up with everything going on in my life and Iâm sorry if I suddenly disappear again (ïœĄâąÌïžżâąÌïœĄ). Iâll try to look through my inbox and make sure to write any that are currently there, but for now I think Iâll be closing requests/asks permanently until my schedule becomes less crowded. If I decide to continue writing, even if not for DBD, Iâll post as much as I can but I can make no promises.
Hii can I ask an NSFW Myers x crazy, stalker girl who is totally into and admire him and his "work" and she is crazy into him, full of newspaper cuts, photos and stuff in her room, and she live in an imagination where she is a wife of Myers, and she is always wear a wedding dress, she can absolutely kill anyone for him, and hate Laurie because she think Michael is deals with her too much? :D (and have an other idea just can't fit here more words)
Hi, unfortunately, as my rules state, I donât really write for personalized characters or OCâs. I have no issues writing the insert if it was just a few descriptors (shy, anxious, angry, self conscious, etc), however it seems more personalized- which I donât feel very comfortable writing for. Iâm sorry if this wasnât the response you were expecting but the rules are up for a reason ^^;
HEWWO UR KAZAN HCS ARE LEGENDARY!!! Love the mans sm,,buut,,,i also wuv Pyramid Head!! Can I pweese get headcanons on PH and Kazan fighting over the reader? Tysm ur blog provides the GOOD FOOD!!!
Thank you so much! I havenât been writing as much lately so Iâm sorry if this isnât as good as my previous posts. ( â§ĐâŠ) I hope you enjoy it though, I love writing for both kazan and pyramid head.
It started as small things, their gaze settling on your form before retreating back to guard generators or chase another nearby survivor.
It almost seemed to come as a contest between the two: who can give their potential S/O an easier time- after all, how else can they show their affection?
Kazan is the quickest to pick up on how little his efforts are being recognized, yet heâs hesitant to approach a survivor- especially during a trial
Pyramid head is the first to approach his potential S/O, cornering them as grunts and growls uttered from under his helm only furthered his S/Oâs confusion
Kazan is the quickest to give gifts, focusing on trying to gain the S/Oâs trust before making any sort of move
Most of these gifts would include jewelry (bone, golds, silvers, whatever he could possibly find or haggle from the entity), clothing, and hand painted masks.
Pyramid head isnât one thatâs very.. emotional. His version of giving gifts involves giving things that his S/O wouldnât really know what to do with. âA mannequin legâŠ. Thanks?â
It doesnât take their S/O long to realize whatâs happening between the two killers practically tripping over each other to attempt to court them- yet it becomes slightly endearing to see them trying so hard
Picking between the two would be impossible, as neither would take rejection as an answer. Especially not pyramid head.
If the S/O wore/used any of the gifts they were given, itâd cause fights outside of trials between kazan and pyramid head depending on how obvious the gift is
(Their affection and violence doesnât go unnoticed by the other killers and typically serves to provide entertainment when the other killers arenât in trials)
Be prepared to see either of them stalking the outskirts of the survivor camp in a chance to lure away their S/O for alone timeÂ
Being invited back to their area of the killer camp is a common occurrence, even during trials during later stages of their attempts at courting
Since both kazan and pyramid head are extremely strong, be prepared to be pampered during trials- whoever makes their S/O happier âwinsâ
At some point, it becomes a contest on who can do the most for their S/O, who can make them the happiest, and who can show the most affection
They both have their strong suits, kazan being more affectionate and tending to their S/Oâs needs; pyramid head being more demanding of attention and taking what he wantsÂ
Ending up alone with either of them isnât an easy task, as they tend to overdo how much attention they want from their S/O
Both of them are extremely needy and will demand attention- this will cause fights if one of them gets more attention than the other
It eventually boils down to both of them eventually alternating who gets a âturnâ with their S/O outside of trials (whoever gets to the survivor camp first most of the time)
Expect to never get any peace anymore during trials, because as soon as one of them sees their S/O, the trial is out the window-- They need the attention because otherwise the other may get more. And they canât handle that (especially pyramid head)
The thought of sharing an S/O never really crossed their minds, yet pyramid head would be the most open to the idea should it be suggested.
DBD! Ghostface x reader (soft fic) Warnings: None
  Trepidation filled you as soon as the trial had started. Eyes boring into your back as you worked on a generator- yet you werenât sure if it was the killer or your teammates. You had the more solitary survivors in your group, and the atmosphere felt tense. You had heard talk at the survivors camp that the killers were merciless today- barely any of them escaping a trial even with the hatch. Everyone was on edge and you were sure the killer could feel as they stalked around. The lack of heartbeat was unnerving yet calming at the same time- your eyes darting around the area for any sign of movement as you crouched next to a generator. You had only hoped that it would be a good trial, yet the sinking feeling in your gut told you otherwise.
  The sound of two generators roaring to life filled your ears, as did the usual scream of a survivor. They went down too quick, but there was no sound of a chainsaw- nothing to warrant such a quick kill. Your legs carried you to another generator, your focus elsewhere as your thoughts raced. It could be Danny, but you were unsure- maybe your hearing had failed you and it was someone else. You shook your head, the sound of another shriek filling your ears. You had to work fast. Your teammates were quickly taking their place on hooks, yet you hadnât heard the familiar scream from Jake yet. None of the hooks were being destroyed, and nobody was being saved. Guilt pulled at you, you had the chance to go for the first hook- yet you entrusted it to someone else and now the entity came down to collect their form. Three of you left, one on the hook, and Jake nowhere to be seen. You could barely come to a decision on whether to go to the hook or stay with the generator- your body making up for you. Running across the trial map for a hook seemed foolish, but you didnât want them to be left for dead either. It was selfish to leave them, so you settled to be altruistic.Â
  You were so close to the hook, close enough to actually make a save. The killer was nowhere to be found, until you heard the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching. Your arms were outstretched, ready to grab dwight off the hook- until a body slammed into you. The air was forced out of your lungs as you fell against dwight, yanking his body down onto the hook more. Blood sprayed from the wound in his shoulder as he let out a pitiful cry. You could barely acknowledge what happened as the tendril from the entity pierced through dwight's chest, the look of a broken spirit etched into his face before his body became lifeless.Â
  âShort on your luck, huh?â The voice sent chills down your spine as you lay in the dirt where the hook used to hang. Your eyes shifted, the white ghostface mask staring back at you. His form was crouched next to yours, his leather-clad hand moving to pet your hair softly. With a swift movement from his free hand, the mask was lifted to show his mouth as he spoke. âYou hate to see it, a survivor betrayed by their own teammate. What he doesnât realize is you were supposed to be last, and I donât appreciate him messing with my plan.â His head lowered closer to yours, your head lifting almost instinctively towards him to meet him in a short kiss. Your confusion slowly turned into anger as it dawned on you what happened. Jake was being chased, he purposely ran to find you and make sure he had a chance at hatch. He let the others die, just as he tried to do to you.Â
  Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, frustration filling you as you stared up at Danny, his expressionless mask failing to hide the frown that pulled at his lips. A deep sigh escaped him before he sat in the dirt next to you, pulling your form off the ground and partially in his lap. âHe wonât be coming back, he thinks Iâm chasing you now. Rest for a bit, you look like youâre going to tear me apart or cry. Maybe both,â he murmured close to your ear, his hand rubbing your back as he held your head against his chest. You wanted to scream, to thrash and look for Jake, but you were tired. You failed your team and it was eating away at you- the tears threatening to spill over running down your cheeks. Your voice was hoarse and choked up as you spoke, âI failed them. I let them die, Iâm not a good survivor⊠I let them down.â You buried your face into his chest as more tears streamed down your face, your breath coming in choppy inhales and shaky exhales. His body stiffened before he relaxed against you, the sound of his mask hitting the dirt catching your attention- his hand suddenly gripping your hair to pull your head up so you were looking at him. His gaze met yours, the intensity in his expression making you worry you had upset him until his eyes softened ever so slightly. âYou didnât fail them, how could you know you had a selfish brat on your team? I caught dwight at the hook, he was trying to save so you canât say itâs all your fault. You were only doing what you could to survive and help the team- and thatâs a lot more than you can say about bird boy.. I swear I saw a crow in his hair the whole time I was chasing himâŠâ His lips pressed against your cheek in a quick kiss, his fingers running through your hair as he continued to stare down at you. You couldnât help the smile that flashed across your features, even if the situation was shitty, you couldnât help but feel happier around him. None of the survivors knew about the relationship yet, and you planned to keep it that way- especially after what Jake had done.
  The sound of a generator popping broke the silence between you both, your body relaxing against his form as you stared in the distance of where the generator lit up. His lips pressed against your head in another quick kiss before he questioned, â do you want me to leave you alone for now? I donât have to if you donât want me to, but the itch to go after a certain survivor is driving me mad. I could take pictures for you, I always have my camera ready when Iâm working. Iâm sure youâd love to see him whimpering in pain from my knife.â Normally his words would have upset you, the thought of seeing another survivor being tortured wasnât something you liked- but this time you wanted to see some sort of payback. It was a selfish and disgusting desire, but you couldnât deny how pissed you were when you were so close to helping a teammate. âJust⊠Sit with me for a little longer. Please? I want him to feel so close to getting out before you crush that hope,â you responded, your arms wrapping around him in a tight hug as you sniffled- your tears from earlier drying on your skin. A grin spread across his face at your answer, his arm snaking around you protectively as he cooed, âI knew I loved you for a good reason. Youâre just the perfect survivor. Sweet.. But unforgiving.â His free hand ran through your hair once more, his gaze shifting to look down at your relaxed form. If only he could take a picture before what he had to do.Â
DBD!Amanda Young x Reader Short Drabble;Â Warnings: Blood/Death
Cold metal dug into your skin as the helmet-like trap that once invoked fear in you was fitted to your head. The metal tucked between your teeth made your jaw sit uncomfortably as Amanda stalked around your seated form. Her hands tugged on the sides of the trap, making sure it fit as snug as possible. Her fingers plucked at wires, rearranging them until she was satisfied. Your head felt heavy as you obediently waited for her to finish nitpicking the design she created- the chances of her finishing so soon slim to none. With a disappointed hum, your head was shoved at a downward angle- the sound of her ruffling in her tool kit distracting you from the uncomfortable strain on your neck. With a quick motion, she was tightening the screws with a screwdriver before pulling your head back up.Â
With a huff, she crouched next to you with a smile plastered on her face. âI think the changes are going to be great, everything looks functional. Now all thatâs left is the testing,â she droned on as she looked over the finished product- her gaze shifting over your features like you were invisible to her. Your hands shifted to pull at the helmet, worry etching into your features the more force you applied to your tugging. Her smile was unchanging as she watched you struggle to remove the deathtrap she had put on you, her pupils dilated and glimmering at your display. Your hands fell to your sides as you stared at her, your speech slurred slightly from the metal stuck into your mouth. âItâs stuck.â
Fear shot through you as she shook her head, the words falling from her lips yet you could barely hear them. âI know.â Her fingers brushed against your cheeks as she looked over your face. Your body trembled as you grabbed her hand tightly, your knuckles turning white as you looked for any sign of remorse in her eyes. âAre you ready?â She asked, her voice quivering with excitement- her eyes unblinking. You could barely manage to inhale, a few tears welling in your eyes before you nodded. Her grin had widened, her hand free hand shifting to grab at one of the wires, ready to pull it from its place. âYou know I love you, youâre the only one Iâd trust to do this,â she cooed, her fingers intertwining with yours before she continued, ânow.. Letâs finish up with test four.â With a swift tug, the wire came loose- the sound of the helmet beeping dangerously quick filling the workroom. Your eyes never left her face as she watched, mesmerized by the flashing red light. You didnât know if she was talking to you or to herself when she spoke, her voice strained as if she was keeping herself from yelling with giddiness. âThe entity wonât let go of a survivor that easily.. Youâll come back, you always have. And I can continue my work- my game.âÂ
With a sickening crack, the trap snapped open- blood spraying across her. She barely flinched, barely paying any mind to the way your hand slipped from hers as your body sat lifeless in the chair. âSuccess.. But how can I make it better?â The words echoed around the room as she eyed the blueprints on her workbench once more- her fingers twitching with anticipation.
Billy Lenz x Reader Warnings: NSFW
Sorry Iâve been kind of gone for a bit, life has been just a bit crazy. Otherwise, I hope you all enjoy! °Ëâ§â(â°âżâ°)ââ§Ë°Â
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doodles of Max from last week, I didnât wanna show these before but they look cute to me now. enjoy <3