#david king x reader

[sharksnshakes]

Survivors' Favorite Color On Reader! HCs

It's the little things.

AN; full disclosure they've added about five thousand new survivors since i was last active in dbd so a few of these are attempted soul reads

TW; none i'm aware of

Red

ACE VISCONTI, David King

Pink

Felix Richter, Ace Visconti

White

VITTORIO TOSCANO, DWIGHT FAIRFIELD, David King, Felix Richter

Yellow

Dwight Fairfield, Gabriel Soma, Felix Richter, Renato Lyra, Vittorio Toscano

Green

Jake Park, David King

Blue

Felix Richter, David King, Dwight Fairfield, Gabriel Soma, Renato Lyra

Black

JAKE PARK, Ace Visconti, Gabriel Soma

Purple

RENATO LYRA, Vittorio Toscano

[theres-a-body-here]

Male survivors with Creep!reader (part 1)

The wolf-masked creep makes their rounds around the realm

Dwight Fairfield

Hates going against you in trials

You seem to always know where he is

More than once has Dwight been working on a gen when he notices you simply watching from afar with your camcorder recording him

He hates the breathing you make behind the wolf mask

It's not labored breathing

Dwight feels a pit in his stomach when he realizes it's heavy breathing one makes when aroused

He's certain you do it on purpose to mess with him

You love this nervous bundle of anxiety

He's so cute when he's focused on them gens

You almost feel bad about hurting him

Almost

Chases with you are long, even when they shouldn't be

There are moments when Dwight is certain you'll swing your whip at him, only to feel nothing

You love chasing him, so much so that you'll draw out the chases for as long as you can

You only swing when you're sure his guard is dropped, leaving zero time for Dwight to prepare for the pain

Dwight thinks you're even scarier when he's hurt

The weight of dread settled heavily in Dwight's chest as he felt hot breaths on his neck. You were closing in fast, relishing every moment of your hunt. All Dwight could do was run toward what little hope he had left - the killer shack.

As he stumbled into safety, gasping for breath and feeling like vomiting from both exhaustion and fear, your voice echoed around him.

"You make such cute noises when you're in pain, my lambkin," you purred from behind your wolf mask, leaving no doubt about your true intentions.

Terror coursed through Dwight's veins at those words, making him feel dirty and violated even without any physical touch...yet.

David King

Hates you, and you hate him

You hate him so much you refuse to record him

You feel a bit less hateful when he's shirtless in trials

But just barely

You like to sneak up on him while he's doing gens

You get really close behind him

It's only when David can feel the snout of your wolf mask pressing against the back of his head that he realizes he was too focused on the gen

"you're a bit daft innit?" you'd say while trying to hold back a snicker

David would insult you all the way as you carried him on your shoulder

"Oi, don't think for a second we sound like that, you arsehole!"

After hooking him, David always makes an attempt to kick you in the face

He's only sometimes successful

You made it your personal mission to tunnel him out of every one of your trials if he's present

In turn, David has made it his personal mission to deny you the satisfaction of hurting others

He always manages to body-block your whip swings before it manages to hit their intended target

It's like he waits for the moment to fuck you over

With unyielding resolve, David positions himself behind Nancy, using his own body as a shield against your whip's strike. Despite the searing pain that courses through his back, he remains steadfast, fueled by the gratifying sound of your frustration.

The grunts and growls of frustration that escape you are a testament to his success in obstructing your goals.

"Fook off, you bloody wanker," David retorts, unfazed by the discomfort as long as he can provoke those telltale noises of anger from you.

For him, the symphony of your irritation is a victory in itself, worth enduring the physical discomfort he's inflicted upon himself.

Vittorio Toscano

Like most of the other survivors, Vittorio doesn't like you

But you sure as hell like him

You've made it clear during trials with him

The other survivors love and hate having Vittorio as a trial mate when going against you

For one reason and one reason only

You would absolutely throw the match just to record him all trial

Chases with him lasted a long time

Sometimes they lasted 5 gens

The other survivors took this as an easy win, even if they were reluctant to let Vittorio deal with you alone

It took lots of reassuring from him to make them stick to gens as you had your attention on him

You always chased him with your eye on your camcorder's viewfinder. Even if it made you slower

"This is definitely going in my daddy compilation"

You went absolutely insane when Vittorio arrives to a trial in his shirtless outfit

Vittorio swears he heard you softly moan under your mask when you saw him

Cue a long and agonizing chase

you eventually catch him

You left him slugged as you recorded with your camcorder

You made sure to get every angle of his aged body

Vittorio felt absolutely disgusted as he hears you breathing heavy

But as long as you're here and not hurting the others, he can bear with it

It doesn't help that you make such vile comments as you record him on the ground

"I'll be rewatching this later for a while," you begin, your voice dripping with arousal, "I wonder how many times I'll cu-."

His mind recoils, cutting off your words as he clenches his eyes shut. The thought of what you were about to say is too repulsive to bear, and he desperately tries to shut out your presence, focusing on whatever fragment of mental solace he can muster.

Masterlist here

[rootsofdread]

how about a survivor whos entire thing is that they fight back? and not just laurie strode's DS, but like actual fist fighting, shoving and biting enough to have some killers trying to back up :) they shove killers into hooks to slow them, punch to stun, biting and cackling while picked up because they're feral!! it'd be funny to see them react to someone screaming with laughter while bleeding, charging at them to buy other survivors time. (atleast one survivor added maybe? :) )

this was kind of a fun one! i did two survivors and two killers for ya <33

Meg Thomas:

Meg is used to being the one that's distracting the killer long enough for the other survivors to get things done. When she first ran into you and saw you punching and shoving the killer around — she couldn't believe there was someone else in the fog as crazy as she was. She still can't, honestly.

She uses the time you buy her wisely, and works on generators while you distract the killer. The second it's done she runs to check on you, to make sure you hadn't been downed or hooked while she was working. 

If you're injured, she tells you to switch off with her so you don't end up getting yourself killed like this. You may be stubborn, but so is she. She runs in and taunts the killer to steal their attention, leading them away from you.

She knows there's about a 50/50 chance that you'll chase her and go after the killer again without healing. She always hopes it's the other fifty, but as long as she can make sure you don't die in this trial, she supposes she can live with it.

David King:

David loves having a partner with as much of a fighting spirit as he has. From the moment he met you, he feels like he knows you like the back of his hand and that feeling only increases with time. He knows that when you throw yourself at the killer he should be leaving to work on generators with everyone else to escape, but he can’t bring himself to throw away a good fight.

He jumps into the fray with you, attacking the killer right by your side. You both know none of them can actually even feel pain, it just gives both of you the satisfaction of lashing out at your torturers and knowing you’re giving the rest of your team plenty of time to work on your escape.

He knows you would rather stay, but if you get seriously hurt by the killer David picks you up and hauls ass out of there. He loves you, and he loves that you love to fight back, but even he knows when enough is enough and you need to split to heal. He tells you that you both can go straight back once both of you are healthy.

Fighting with you gives him more of a thrill than when he fought others alone. He thinks it may just be protecting you, or maybe it’s the fact he gets to fight with someone else as nuts and passionate and violent as he is. He doesn’t care which it is.

Evan MacMillan / The Trapper:

Evan, usually, absolutely loathes anyone who fights back, for the simple reason of he’s gotten enough shit from the Entity and he won’t take any more. But he seems to enjoy the fight that you put up, almost like it’s fun for him to try to stop and catch you. 

He is always perplexed by the fact you seem to take joy in this, too, but in a different way. You remind him a little too much of himself; it’s not a hunt for you, it’s a game. A game to see how long you can hold him off and let your team get as much done as possible. A game that he intends to win.

He attempts to ignore you, most of the time, hoping you’ll tire yourself out. It slowly becomes impossible when you ram your shoulder into him to knock him over, and when you repeatedly hit him as he’s setting his traps, and when you shove other survivors out of his way. 

When he gets tired of your shenanigans, he grabs you and throws you into one of his traps. But he’s a good sport, and lets you get out. He wishes he wasn’t a good sport when you jump out and bite his arm. This is when you earn his ire and the game really starts. He’ll spend the rest of the trial trying to kill you.

Adriana Imai / The Skull Merchant:

Adriana normally would be upset by something like this. You may ruin her makeup, after all, or chip her nails. Punishment would be swift for anyone else who even dared fight back against her. But you…You’re different. There’s just something about you, something about your spirit, your determination to keep her away from your teammates. It makes you fun to chase, she likes it.

Even though she knows you’re purposefully throwing yourself at her to distract her, she still gives herself to you for the sake of the chase. She enjoys roughhousing, getting her hands dirty. Only with you. She’s decided you’re the ultimate prey.

She gives about as good as she gets when the two of you fight. She almost always has you pretty severely injured, waiting until you show any little shred of weakness to get you down and bring you to a hook. She’s watching, and she’s waiting.

She loves showing off her strength to you by being able to hold you back from hitting or shoving her away. She grips your neck, smirk hidden by her mask still evident in her eyes. You know she’s thinking of throwing you on a hook and revelling in the sense of superiority she knows it would give her.

[mr-bas00nist]

Basement Time

Sub David King x Switch Trapper x Dom male reader

Summary: David’s always been one to piss people off. Whether killers or survivors. But one of the killers he’s always been an ass to was Trapper. David was just uncalled for toxic to him and you. So when David gets in an interesting spot you and trapper decide to teach him a lesson.

Cw: Smut, Anal, Double penetration, Creampies, Blowjobs, Degradation, Spitroasting, Face fucking, Choking, Praise, Non-Con and Exhibtionism

David fucking King. Even the name would piss you off. Whenever you wound up in a match with him he’d always let you fucking die on hook. He’d sandbag you, reveal your location and everything he could to make your experience in the realm hell.

And don’t even get started on the poor soul who the entity chose to go against him.

Constant Teabagging, harsh words and just pure asshole-ary. No one ever enjoyed his company all he ever did was talk down and insult whoever he happened to run into. You sadly got into a match with David but you had other survivors you like aka Yui and Bill. They were always kind and the most altruistic people you’d have ever met.

You and Bill we’re on a gen chatting when David comes over to spew his usual insults. “Old man get off the Fuckin’ gen will ya? If someone blows it up no one wants a heartattack on their hands.” He laughs at his own comment. Bill glares at him. You begin standing up when you hear Yui’s scream. “Kid why don’t you and David go get Yui, I think she’s in the basement.”

You sigh annoyed as David begins walking with you across the map to Shack. You guys stop to see trapper setting up his traps. David smirks rushing to trapper. You roll your eyes sneaking past his traps to Yui. You pick her off the hook and begin healing her when you hear your heartbeat in your ears.

David ‘accidentally’ brings trapper where you and Yui are making you both scatter. Trapper follows behind you both as David gets ready to say something ‘smart’ when he gets stuck in a trap. He screams as it snaps around his leg firmly. You stand infront of David with a blank look on your face as you see Trapper behind him.

you and trapper lock eyes as you stare at him. “Well aren’t you in a situation David.” You laugh at the Brit he glares at you trying to get out the trap. Trapper lets out a huff of air before looking at you in your eyes. “F-fuck! Come Fuckin’ help me you cunt!” He shouts as Trapper looks at him than you again.

“Get his ass in the basement but don’t hook him.” David looks at you angrily as Trapper shockingly obeys. You walk down to the basement with both Trapper and David watching as Trapper sets David in the far corner. Looking at you curiously. “I’ve seen the way he fucking treats you and I’m sure you know he doesn’t treat us survivors any differently.”

Trapper nods as you both look at a cornered David. “You know David you look really fucking pathetic right now, what happened to your high and mighty personality dick head?” You look down at him as he can do nothing but look up at you scared. You grab him by his throat pulling him up a bit from the floor.

“look at me when I’m fucking talking to you!” You shout and he whimpers. He fucking whimpers. “Fucking bitch,” You kick him as he rolls on his side crying out. Trapper can do nothing but watch in pure amusement and ecstasy.

You look at Trapper than your eyes trail to his crotch area seeing a prominent bulge.

“Seems like your enjoying the show a little to much buddy.” You tease as Trapper looks away embarrassed and David looks even more horrified. You look back at David. “Trapper why don’t you be a good boy and get behind David.” He does so getting behind David.

“Good boy now I want you to grab his hair and hold it.”

He grabs roughly into David’s hair making him groan out in pain. You laugh at his state as you begin undoing your jeans. He looks at you with wide eyes at he stares between your legs. You give a few pumps to before sitting on your knees. David stares at it. You tap his lips.

“why don’t you be a good whore and suck it?” You smirk as he goes to protest. “I’m not gonna su-“ before he can even finish his sentence trapper shoves him onto your length. You jolt with a moan as you laugh. David chokes on your cock as trapper holds him there. He tries to get himself off but Trapper manages to sit on his back crushing David with great force.

You laugh at David’s whimpering form. The lack of air from Trapper and you certainly isn’t helping. You carefully lift Trappers mask up kissing his lips while he pushes David into your cock. You begin to rut your hips into David while you intently make out with the man on top of him.

You listen with a smile to David’s broken whines as you begin moving your hips into his mouth. You pull off of Trappers mouth looking down at David. You bask in his choking and crying. “How you holding up there?” You taunt as tears begin streaming out his eyes.

You pull out watching as David chokes and coughs. “Trapper pull your overalls down.” You command putting David’s face back on your dick. He does so letting his own hard cock spring free. “Mhm, put it in him raw.” Trapper obeys forcing his hard cock into David’s tight hole. David screams around your cock.

Trapper bottoms out in David breathing heavily. “Nicely done, how you holding up David?” You look down at him with a condescending look on your face. He cries out muffled from your cock. “He’s doing great, though its expected from a slut like him don’t you think so baby?” You grab trappers face pulling him into a kiss while you both simultaneously thrust into the man below you.

All you guys were focused on was making sure David was reduced to a whining obedient mess and it was working for sure. You begin to get close to your peak thrusting even faster. You look at Trapper with a smirk on your face at his heavy breaths. “Gonna cum soon?” You ask him. He nods picking up his own pace.

you nod. “Cum with me baby.” You start letting out heavier groans watching intently when he does the same. With a few more thrusts from both parties you both cum hard with moans.

“Fuck.” You throw your head back breathing heavily. You look at Trappers own sweaty body watching as it glistens in the unnatural light in the basement. When both your senses come back you look down at David, god was it a sight.

He was crying and whimpering below you both. He had cum dripping out his mouth and ass mid level off the air with cum dripping out there to. You stand up fixing your jeans as trapper fixes his coveralls. You look down at the whimpering man beneath you who still happens to be hard. “Aw poor whore didn’t even get to cum.” You laugh kneeling down to his level.

you wave bye to Trapper as he goes to find the other survivors. “Well? You’ve got nothing to say, that’s new.” You stand back up walking off to the stairwell. “Better get up David, only 1 gen left. If I were you I’d hurry up.” You laugh ascending up the stairwell as David can do nothing but whine and ache.

After your little session with David it seemed he was nice to you all the time. He preferred to not entertain a conversation with you but never tried any shit. And it seemed he also was clinging onto you more than he did. He would never admit it but he enjoyed every moment in that basement and wouldn’t change it for the world.

[prophxtslash]

Hello! Firstly I love your writing! I’m not too sure how you feel about angst but I wanted to at least throw it out there. Deathslinger, Oni, David king and the nurse being spat back out to where the entity took originally took them, with their S/O nowhere to be seen.

(Squidward Voice) We love angst here, sir.

Escaping the Realms…Without You.

Caleb “The Deathslinger” Quinn

The darkness fades and Caleb’s in his cell, the bars now rusted over, the reddish color coating along what once was silver. He jolts upwards, pain shooting up his leg as he stumbles to his feet, turning around wildly as he takes in his surroundings. It couldn’t have been anywhere else, as the dust below the man is kicked upwards, and he sneezes, bewildered. He strains his ears, eyes, all of his senses, yet the stillness of the prison persists, the building quieter than ever.

Caleb doesn’t know how, doesn’t know why, but the Entity isn’t here, the telltale humming of its enormity long gone from the surrounding area, and it is with this that he realizes he’s back at Hellshire, back where he had been taken. He turns to his side, starts to say something when he stops, his gaze locked onto the air at his shoulder.

Your ever-constant presence isn’t there, isn’t with him, and Caleb panics. He tears through the Penitentiary, tears through each and every cell, each and every room, calling out your name desperately, pleadingly. With each passing moment of silence, he grows more restless, more frantic, and he has turned every room, every nook and cranny upside down when he falls against a bench, his harpoon gun clattering against the floor as he holds his head in his hands, strands of platinum blonde brushing past his shoulders, framing his face like a dimming halo.

You’re not here. Caleb digs his nails into his eyes, into his skin. You’re still there, still stuck.

He’s lost you, and there was no getting back. A lonesome crow caws from above as the man wails, his cries echoing throughout the abandoned halls of Hellshire. 

Kazan “The Oni” Yamaoka

It only takes a moment for Kazan to realize he’s somewhere else, somewhere familiar. He rises from his knees, snow crunching beneath him as he surveys the surrounding area. A stone mill looms behind him, forgotten, and he remembers, remembers the farmers. Remembers the pain, the wounds upon wounds they inflicted upon him. How he died on the stone floor, and how he awoke in the Realms.

Kazan spares the mill a passing glance before he turns his attention towards the sleeping town ahead, its streets long abandoned. Had you been at the mill, he would have known, and as such, he surmises that you must be in the town (because, where else could you have been?).

As the demon nears the street, something foreign settles into his stomach and he pauses, the feeling creeping upwards. He doesn’t understand, doesn’t want to, and he moves forward again, watching the buildings with practiced eyes. You’re going to jump out at him, going to leap upon his back to frighten him. It’s not going to work (it never does), and he continues to brace himself as he continues.

Yet, as he nears the end of the street, Kazan’s strange feeling crawls into his throat, his eyes glazing over behind the mask. He stops at the end, his silhouette alone against the snowfall, and it is then that Kazan realizes he is afraid. You’re not here, you’re not going to jump out at him and into his arms, not going to cling to him as you both make your way home.

Kazan stands still, stands rigid, and the snow continues to fall.

David King

Something hard presses into David’s back and with a groan he opens his eyes, raising a hand to block the incoming light from completely blinding him. Once his eyes have fully adjusted, he looks upwards, the beam from the street lamp a stark contrast against the black night sky. It takes a few seconds, and David’s eyes are closing again, his mind already planning for the next trial ahead–

The street lamp wobbles slightly as David lunges upwards, his fists wrapped tight around the pole as he looks at the object in awe, in disbelief. Surely this is a trick; surely, this is a new realm the Entity has created. 

And yet, nothing happens; no killer stalks around the corner, no generators in sight, and no hooks. A strangled sob chokes itself out as David grins, wild and unashamed, as the familiar setting finally clicks, finally settles in. He relishes the moment before dread settles in, before fear crawls upwards.

Something is horribly wrong, and a deep set ache spreads, seeping into the very tips of his fingers.

Where are you? David turns to and fro, analyzing the surrounding area. You’re nowhere to be seen. Bile rises, a wild, primal emotion kicking in as he grows desperate, tearing apart bushes as he searches.

Where are you? Someone rests a hand, someone familiar, yet David can’t see, can’t hear, and the hand grips him tightly, faint cries of his name reaching his ears as he thrashes, animalistic.

The dread finally sinks its claws in, and David’s question is answered. You’re still there, without him. And he’s here, without you.

Something in him snaps and a gross, awful sound tears from his throat as he falls downwards, onto his knees. The hand reaches again and alarmed, David bites hard, spit and blood mixing as screams split the air, both his and someone familiar.

He has to get back. He has to go get you. He can’t do this without you.

Sally “The Nurse” Smithson

Sally blinks her eyes open, a strange, alien floor beneath her as she stirs, rising onto her side. The cold floor of an ambulance greets her finger tips, the steel hard and unforgiving, and she wonders how she fell asleep here, so far from her own realm. Yet, the trees from outside tell a different story, as these are tall and imposing, much like the ones close to her old work.

The realization comes slowly, dream-like, and a sadness washes over the nurse, her form small in the long-abandoned vehicle. She remains there a moment before crawling out, her feet pressing onto the forest floor as she stands. She startles, sinking herself further into the ground as she realizes she is standing, not floating. Elation runs its course and she hops around, digging the soles of her feet into the earth below. Yet, once her joy has sobered, something rises in her, something wrong.

Sally turns around, facing the overturned ambulance. She treads slowly, cautiously, and she presses the palms of her hands against the metal, peeking her head into the vehicle. There is no life, not a sound, and fear leaps up her throat as she rips herself away, her movement erratic and distraught as she howls, your name tearing from her as she begs, cries.

You don’t respond. How could you? You can’t even hear her, Sally realizes. Shivering, the nurse collapses to her knees, her arms wrapped around herself as she weeps.

First, Andrew. And now you. She can almost hear the Entity laughing, a deep, faint chortle far away as she wails, alone again.

[imtooscaredforthis]

Masterlist

Frank Morrison:

Basketcase Masterlist

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Tethered Masterlist

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Antagonist Masterlist

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The One That Got Away

The One That Got Away p2

Talking to the Moon

Danny Johnson:

Fixation Masterlist

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Entrapment Masterlist

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So Two Murderers Walk Into A Room…Masterlist

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Unknown Caller

Picture Perfect

Intoxicated

Truce

Ji-Woon Hak:

Stranger Danger

Stranger Danger p2

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Trickster Walking in on a fan

Biggest Fan

Others:

Ballet Dancer HCS w/Killers & Survivors

Killers reaction to new killer “Goose”

Reckless Abandon - David King

Caught - Dwight Fairfield

Killers reaction to their s/o being narked on

Killers Protecting their s/o

Dancing w Killers Headcanons

Michael Myers:

Cured

Chapter One

Chapter Two

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A Halloween Surprise 

[opalmagines]

Hi again! Had another idea for firsts in the fog. What would it look like with David King helping the reader against the Hag for the first time?

(Love your stuff, you rock!)

Thanks so much! Let’s get started. No warnings aside from canon-typical blood and gore. 

Firsts in the Fog: Your First Time Facing the Hag (David x Reader)

You find a weird marking on the ground not long after the trial starts.

It’s too intentional not to mean something, but you’ve never seen it before.

You examine it from what you think is a safe distance.

You know better than to touch it. 

You find yourself drawing nearer to it, stopping only when a flashlight beam appears from behind you. 

You turn to fast to notice the trap disappear. 

“Careful with those, love. Get too close and you’re in for a nasty surprise.” 

You shoot him an odd look. 

And then you notice that he’s bleeding. 

“Woah, hey, let me look at that.” 

He reluctantly moves his hand, and shows you...

“What the hell did that?”

You didn’t mean to say it out loud, but you couldn’t help yourself. 

“Oh you haven’t had the pleasure of running into her yet, ay? She doesn’t have time for any weapons. Just tears at ya with her fuckin hands.” 

You have no idea how to respond to that. 

So you just keep trying to stop the bleeding. 

“Those traps are hers,” he points toward the ground where the marking was, “The flashlights help with em.” 

All you can do is nod while you finish mending his wounds. 

“David, are you okay?” 

“None of us are, love. Just watch your step now, alright?” 

By now, a few more generators have been completed. 

“Let’s get a move on.” 

You lead him to the gates, and get it open before you even see whatever did that to him. 

You eventually will, you’re sure of that. 

But for now, you’re just looking out for David. 

And you’re sure he’s doi8ng the same. 

[fandom-go-round]

Can I you write something for David, Dwight, Trapper, and Ghostface? Where they open a locker to find the reader masturbating, then helping them finish off. Female or gender neutral reader please!

Warnings: Voyeurism, Outdoor Sex, Implied Canon Typical Violence, Getting Caught Masturbating, Masturbation, Awkward Sexual Situations

David King:

David had yanked the locker open to hide from the Huntress and hadn’t been expecting to see you there. Neither of you have any time to say anything before David is shoving his way in and closing the door behind him.

There are a few tense seconds as Anna rounds the corner, both of you holding your breath and hoping that she doesn’t find you. David can smell your arousal in the locker, trying his hardest to ignore the fact that your hand is still shoved down your pants.

Once she leaves and he’s able to step out he does, neither of you knowing what to say. You refuse to look at him, face staring determinedly at the gray metal. David is already half hard and decides ‘fuck is’; he’s found other survivors doing way worse than this.

“Come on, I’ll help you out.” Clearly that wasn’t what you were expecting by the way your eyes go wide. He chuckles, holding out a hand and jerking his head towards the woods. “Let’s just not do it here, yeah?”

 Dwight Fairfield:

Dwight had opened the locker because it sounded like someone was hurt. He kept hearing whimpers and small cries of pain and figured that he should offer some help. He’s shocked to see you with your pants halfway down your thighs, biting the back of one hand to keep quiet.

He makes a sound like a wounded animal and your eyes snap open, going wide when they see him there. Your hand freezes and Dwight doesn’t know where to look, your face or your crotch. There’s a moment of tense silence where neither of you move, a generator going off in the distance.

Eventually you make a decision, hand beginning to move again. Dwight feels like his face is on fire but he can’t move away from the open locker. You raise an eyebrow at him, the unspoken ‘well?’ sitting in the air.

He’s more shocked than you when he falls to his knees, tugging you until you’re halfway out of the locker. You have to muffle your voice even more as Dwight begins to lick and nip at your skin; he’s always willing to help a friend out.

 Trapper:

He had opened the locker looking for that damned Feng Min, hoping to keep her off gens permanently when he finds you with your hand down your pants. You yelp and try to barrel past him but he just shoves you back into the locker and looks at you. Your head had hit the wall and you’re dazed, giving the killer enough time to get a good look at you.

Evan had been wondering where you had gone, chasing you off a generator early on and then not seeing you again for a while. Apparently that had gotten you going, because now you were getting off in a locker like a horny teenager.

His laugh has you refocusing on him, watching as he moved to block out all light coming into the locker. You were hoping that he would just take you out quickly so there weren’t any questions but Trapper looked like he was going to humiliate you on top of this. Wonderful.

You don’t know what to do when he wraps a hand around your throat and then tugs your pants the rest of the way off. He holds his hand against you for a moment, feeling how much of a mess you are before starting to stroke against your skin. Your cries are cut off by the hand around your throat but you can’t bring yourself to care; if he’s going to get you off, you aren’t going to complain.

 Ghostface:

Danny had been wondering where you were for the second half of the trail. Your team is doing really well and it’s starting to piss him off but he hasn’t seen you for a while now. He’s walking through the killer shack when he hears something in the basement, creeping down the stairs and hoping to catch someone going through a chest.

He finds something better; you’re stuffed into one of the lockers in the corner, door mostly closed but not all the way. He has no idea what you could be doing in there until he hears you moan. Danny’s face is split into a wide grin, grabbing his camera from under his robe.

You only realize he’s there when the camera flash goes off, blinding you for a moment before he’s yanking you out of the locker. You stumble onto the floor and he’s quick to pin you down, another flash going off.

“If you wanted some help sweetheart, all you had to do is ask.” He’s more excited than he’s been in a long time, pushing two fingers into you without hesitation. Your cries echo off the walls down here even more than normal and Danny relishes in them. The red glow looks so nice on your skin. Who knows, maybe he’ll let you live if you cum hard enough.