This will be my first time asking someone for something...I'm a little nervous. Also I love what you wrote about Frank, they really made my day!! Can I make a request regarding dbd killers? (You can make any killer you want.) Especially Frank 🏃♂️
It's going to be a bit classic but how would they be with a s/o who is addicted touching. For example,with a s/o who suddenly opens their shoulders and starts kissing their bare skin until she get tired. But if they refuse and stop the reader, with a s/o who gets offended by them and opens her own shoulder and starts kissing it.
(I have a cousin who has this habit and it's pretty funny. Anyway you can add Nsfw if you want, I'll leave that up to you 🏃♂️✨)
Character: Frank Morrison/Legion, Ji-Woon Hak/The Trickster, Albert Wesker/The Mastermind, Danny Johnson/The Ghost Face and Sally Smithson/The Nurse
A/n: Thank you so much for the request and even though it took forever (I'm very sorry 😭) I very much enjoyed writing this and I hope you also enjoy reading <3.
I included a little but nothing explicit smut and it's after the ~~~~~~~
Frank Morrison / The Legion
Frank never really understood why you loved slipping his hoodie off at the end of a hard day just to kiss his bare shoulder so tenderly, but at some point it started just feeling... right.
The first few times he might have instinctively flinched, not used to someone being so gentle with him. But seeing the way your face softened every time you pressed your lips to his skin made his chest ache but in like a good way.
If he ever stops you, either because he's feeling overwhelmed or simply teasing you, Frank would let his hand rest on your arm, pulling you closer.
And then, to your surprise, his lips would find your shoulder instead, pressing a bit of a clumsy but very heartfelt kiss there.
"...There," he’d mumble under his breath, almost shy. "Fair’s fair, right?"
The more you do it, the more he craves it without realizing it himself. Waiting for your kisses at the end of the day and feeling pissed off when you don't do it.
The moment your lips ghost across his shoulder, Frank’s patience wears thin.
His breath hitches as you kiss him again, hands teasing beneath his hoodie. That’s all it takes for his hunger to awaken.
If you dare to continue, he’ll grab your hips, pulling you flush against him with a growl. "You really like doing that, don’t you?"
He shifts your shirt down your own shoulder now, lips on your shoulder with a rough, heated kiss that lingers a bit too long.
His hands roam further as your breathing quickens, and soon enough, you're both tangled, shirts discarded, and all that from one simple kiss.
Ji-Woon Hak / The Trickster
Ji-Woon laps up your attention like honey. Your fingers slipping off his jacket, your lips dragging along his shoulder, it's pure adoration, and he loves every second.
He usually lets you do as you please, basking in the feeling of being worshiped.
But occasionally, just to toy with you, he’ll stop you, grasping your wrists with that much too attractive grin of his.
Instead of leaving you hanging, though, Ji-Woon would lean in close, brushing his lips against your shoulder with deliberate slowness.
"Why should you have all the fun, hm?" he purrs, voice like silk.
He loves making you feel just as weak for him as you make him feel for you.
Every touch you give him feeds his ego, but also ignites something primal in him.
When you trace his shoulder with kisses, Ji-Woon watches you with lidded eyes, his hand already slipping lower on your body.
Sometimes he’ll stop your teasing fingers, smirking before guiding your shirt off your shoulders and returning the favor with hot, wet kisses that leave your skin tingling.
"Such devotion," he hums against your skin. "You deserve to be worshiped too."
Before long, you're both stripped bare, his lips traveling lower, his voice purring sweet filth against your ear as he claims you.
Albert Wesker / The Mastermind
Wesker always watches you with those sharp eyes as you tug his coat from his shoulders and begin planting soft kisses along his skin.
Sometimes, though, his clothing proves annoyingly stubborn, the layers, the tight fit and then you find yourself getting a little frustrated trying to get them off properly.
He watches your struggle with amusement in his eyes, lips twitching ever so slightly at your determination.
After a few moments, with a low chuckle, Wesker steps in, quickly opening up your clothes, peeling the fabric away to grant you full access (at least when he is in the mood to do so).
He pretends to tolerate it at first, letting you think you’re in control, but deep down, your tenderness actual shakes up his careful composure.
If you get too bold, he’ll stop you with a firm hand on your wrist, holding you still as his gaze darkens.
But instead of fully denying you, Wesker leans in, his lips brushing against your shoulder with precision, leaving a heated mark.
"If anyone will indulge in such affections" his voice is dangerously low, "it will be me."
Your kisses are a dangerous game with Wesker ,one you always lose, deliciously so.
As your lips work along his shoulder, he watches you like prey, stopping you with a firm hand just as you begin to crave more.
"Enough," he commands, but only so he can slide your own shirt from your shoulders slow and calculated.
His lips descend onto your exposed shoulder, teeth scraping lightly as he whispers in your ear. "You forget who’s in control here."
And from there, he dismantles you, piece by piece, kiss by kiss, until you're breathless under his total dominance.
Danny Johnson / The Ghost Face
You slipping behind Danny, easing his robe down and tracing your lips over his shoulder? It's the kind of intimacy he secretly craves.
He’d chuckle under his breath, pretending to be unaffected, but his breathing always betrays him.
If he ever stops you, just for the little thrill of watching your reaction, he doesn’t leave you wanting for long.
With a sly grin, he cups your face, shifts your shirt aside, and plants a playful kiss on your shoulder.
"You’re not the only one who can do a little skin to skin" he whispers, eyes almost sparkling.
Danny always makes sure your games end with him holding the upper hand, or at least, making you feel like he does.
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Your touches always stir something dark in Danny, a wicked possessiveness.
When you start kissing along his shoulder, he smirks, then halts your hands for a moment, just to flip the script.
Tugging your shirt aside, he sinks his teeth gently into your shoulder, marking you with a satisfied hum.
"Didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, did you?"
His touches grow rougher, his hands slipping under fabric, fingers roaming freely as clothing falls to the floor, leaving you completely vulnerable to his attention.
Sally Smithson / The Nurse
Sally is delicate. She trembles slightly as you pull down her robe and lay soft, reverent kisses on her shoulder.
Your touch is one of the few sensations that brings her back from the fog of her torment.
Sometimes, though, the vulnerability overwhelms her, and she gently halts your hand, unsure how much she can handle.
But seeing your soft eyes waiting patiently encourages her.
Slowly over time, she gathers courage, and with slightly shaky hands, brushes your shoulder free of fabric, pressing a feather-light kiss there.
"I... I want to give you the same," she whispers, her voice quiet but sincere.
With you, Sally is learning how to give affection as much as she receives it.
• He is so in love - with himself. But also with you. Which is crazy.
• Once you are dating this maniac there is no backing out of it.
• There are times when he sits you down on a log and he starts to sing some of his songs (choreo included). You should feel so honored - he literally is giving you a private concert!
• Trickster hates to be touched. At least at the beginning of your relationship. As time goes on he will let you touch him. At first slight hand holding, then quick hugs, longer hugs and after quite a while he will allow kisses.
• He loves kisses everywhere, but mostly on his chest/abs. He will feel like a king that is being worshipped (he seriously thinks of himself like a king sometimes).
• He loves to kiss you on your temple or the back of your hand - like a prince with his princess.
• During trials he usually spares you. Sometimes not.
Knight
• Tarhos is a special case - if you date him you date the whole crew.
• JK! But if you guys aren't alone you will ALWAYS be accompanied by the knights of the Compagna.
• Tarhos is SO protective of you. If someone steps even a little bit too close his hand is already on the shaft of his sword. You have to reassure him that everything is alright and that no one will hurt you.
• Tarhos will always spare you in trials - he thinks of you like a damsel in distress. He kills the dangerous people around you and you will be granted the hatch.
Frank (Legion)
• Frank is just an edgy, angsty teenager, he doesn't know any better. He will be so madly in love with you once you're together with him.
• He just wants to cuddle and be with you. He needs your warmth and loves when you are the big spoon. He barely got any love throughout his life.
• If someone hurt you Frank is going absolutely feral. Who did it? Where are they? He will fucking gut them like a fish!!
• Don't be mad with him, he is trying his best for you. :(
• This boy will always give you the hatch - if he hurts you it's by accident!
Danny Johnson (Ghostface)
• This mf.
• He is in love with you. Unhealthy.
• He makes pictures of you whenever he can, you won't even notice him! He keeps his favorites in his pocket, he has to keep you close to him for good luck!
• During the trial he loves to stalk you and then tackle you in a hug. He only will let you go if you give him a kiss.
• Remove his mask? Negativ. (If you got this reference i love you). He will remove it eventually. But for that you have to earn his deepest trust and show him that it's okay.
• He is so pretty. I picture him having brown curly hair, brown eyes, a slight stubble on his chin and a scar on his lip which he got from a fight with a victim (He is proud of that scar, he loves victims who fight back).
• He just loves to quickly move his mask over his mouth and then kiss you on your face.
thinking about The Trapper trying to teach you that his traps are dangerous
confused!Trapper who places his traps around shack and gens, aiming to prevent your teammates from getting the win in this trial
confused!Trapper who got an alert a trap snapped shut close to main and spun on his heel to head the survivor off.. only to walk in on you freeing yourself
confused!Trapper who stands there for a moment and watches you hobble off before resetting the trap
confused!Trapper who gets at least two other alerts and both times you were the idiot who triggered the damned traps and finally downed yourself
confused!Trapper who picks up your slugged body and resets the trap, pointing to the trap and shaking his head
confused!Trapper who spends the rest of the trial triggering the trap over and over again, training you like a dog, making grunts of fake pain every time it snapped shut
confused!Trapper who carries you to the exit after your teammates leave, thoroughly convinced you’re just stupid and don’t understand that stepping in his traps means injury
confused!Trapper who doesn’t know you’re triggering the traps on purpose so you can be carried around like a sack of potatoes by your killer boyfriend and doted on later
an: just a stupid thought I had w a friendly killer last round
Whether he actually gives a damn about you and actually cares about you or not he still is thankful to have you around to remind him.
If you cook for him then it's even better. Gets mildly annoyed if you interrupt him while hes working to give him a plate of food but then upon seeing food his body will remind him that he hadn't eaten and his anger will immediately subside.
If you cant cook? Thats fine too. You guys get take out more often than you would like to admit. Sit on the couch and eat together while watching whatever movie you two had decided on. More often than not he will fall asleep in the middle of the movie. His stomach is full, hes been working all day, comfortable on the couch and he is clonking out. Snores pretty loud though. It's a struggle to get him to get up and be awake enough to make it to the bed. He will probably sleep in his work clothes on accident. May even just give in and insist on sleeping on the couch because he doesnt feel like moving.
Even the bravest knight needs a kiss or two... or a million
Your realm was barren, with only the essentials; after all, you had never brought anyone here to stay before. The castle in the center was something you had stolen in hopes of making Tarhos happy. your shadow-like body cradling the four men as you burst through the door. You had been starved of their companionship for too long. It was driving you mad. They felt off as you carried them up the spire staircase to a room decorated in silks and goose-feather bedding. Setting them down you quickly reform yourself settling into your smaller more human-like form. shadow still painting your hands and feet as you climb atop your knight. tendrils wrapping around his armor, the desperation to feel him building in your chest.
"Tarhos," You whisper his name, your hand reaching out to cupping his helmet, your forehead pressed against the cold metal. "I missed you." the sound was barely audible, but he understood hands settling on your hips, "You may remove it, my dear." his voice sounded so tired. without hesitation, you remove the heavy object from his head revealing his face. eyes deep-set and tired bruises along his face that painfully reminded you just how human he was and it hurt to see. Did your sister even grant him a moment of rest?
you closed your eyes taking a deep breath. "My dearest knight may I remove it all?" you ask wishing to see the extent of punishment he had endured. The other three seemingly sleeping already exhausted. he nods letting your tendrils pull and unhook every piece. the armor gingerly placed in some remote corner. chainmail and even cloth removed from his body as you leave him bare. the warmth of your skin against his was a great comfort. A soft smile lit his face as he felt you push him down though he put up no fight. a moan escaping him feeling your lips against his skin wandering shadows tracing his body as if you wanted to take away all the exhaustion and pain. "I missed you," you repeat against his skin breathing him in deeply. Realizing at this moment that there might be something more to this than a follower worshiping his god.
hi can I get some hillbilly fluff? this is my first time making an ask here so srry if I sound awkward 😭 idrc what situation it is I just wanna show him some love 🫶🏽🫶🏽
Hello there! I hope you like what I came up with, Max needs more love for sure! :D
“Like Real People Do” - The Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr. x GN!Reader
The sun never set at the Thompson farm. It was plastered in the sky, forever burning hot as a reminder of the Entity’s watchful eye. Or something. You didn’t mind, though, because you liked warmth and you liked the Thompson farm. Having daylight at all times here was cosy, you thought. The other survivors hated this map, but not you. They often asked why you didn’t despise the cornrows and the old, creaky house in the middle of them. You never told them.
Now, you were headed towards the Thompson house. The trial was over, the others had survived, now you wanted to be alone here for a while. Well, hopefully not completely alone, you hoped. And as you entered the creaky old house, it didn’t take long before you heard the sound you were looking for. Upstairs, a faint voice, cooing and shushing. A big smile crept on your lips, and you walked the rotten wooden stairs to get to the second level of the house. You followed the voice and soon found him, sitting outside on the roof. He hadn’t seemed to notice you, and you didn’t want to startle him, so you carefully cleared your throat.
“Max?”
Max turned around with a confused hum, but when he saw you, a big smile graced his face. He waved at you to come closer, and also put a finger on his lips to show you to keep quiet. Your curiosity rose, and you sneaked through the hole in the wall to get to the roof and see what he was up to now. You almost gasped out loud, but managed to silence yourself. In front of Max was a bird's nest, and inside it were two small crows. Babies. Their black eyes gazed up at you in bewilderment, and you looked at Max with surprise.
“How did you… Where…?”
Max only smiled at you and gestured for you to sit down next to him. You did, and the crows curiously watched your every move. They were surprisingly quiet for being babies, you thought, but the very next second when Max took out a little worm from his pocket, they started chirping.
“Hungry”, Max chuckled, and you watched as he fed the worm to the birds.
This was the last thing you had expected to find here, in this hellish realm. A bird’s nest with two baby crows. How peculiar. Then again, a lot of things were peculiar about Max. How he could wield a screaming chainsaw in matches, kill without mercy, and then go up to the roof to feed some small birds. You glanced at him, he was occupied with the birds. His face, twisted and scarred, yet glowing with warmth now. It made you feel fuzzy inside, and you suddenly wanted to be close to him. You sneakily moved closer to him, and he didn’t seem to mind at all. The two of you had been good friends for a while, but now, seeing him all kind and warm with these baby birds, you wanted to hold him. He was so gentle, he deserved such kindness. You had learned not to waste good feelings in this place, so you put a careful arm around Max’s shoulders and awaited his response. He looked at you, smiling, and then he did something you could never have expected. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek.
The birds chirped, the sun warmed you as you remained on the roof, holding each other close. You enjoyed this moment, for there weren’t many of them in this place.
comfort with dead by daylight!leon ♥︎
gender neutral ; no use of y/n or pronouns ; ‘you’ used instead
You were curled up at the base of a tree [again], crying into the darkness [again]. It’d been this way for a week now ; you, finding yourself isolated from the others as you allowed your emotions to finally escape.
No one noticed ; not really. With everyone popping in and out of trials or taking a much needed nap when they could, it was no surprise when you couldn’t be found.
But, there was a pair of eyes that’d been glued to you for a while now.
Leon tilted his head with a pout as he watched your shoulders shake from a distance. Your left hand was held over your mouth to muffle any sobs ; your right digging into the ground below you. He let out a sigh, turning to face the fire as he tried to ignore you.
It’d been a hard task, he realized. Leon wanted to comfort you ; shoo away any harsh feelings that welled up inside of you and and shadow your positive emotions with his own. He never dared to, of course ; you never asked for a helping hand or a nosey teammate.
Until one particular night when you’d been so upset you almost begged The Ghostface to kill you.
He tilted his masked face at you, “well, that’s no fun!”
“M’tired, Ghostie.” You sigh. You’re leaning against a finished generator, exhaustion written on your face and enhancing the bags under your eyes. “Jus’ get it over with, hm? I’ll be really fun next time. Promise.”
“Better keep that promise, babes!”
By the time Leon had hobbled out of the trial with Feng’s arm around his shoulders, you’d already isolated yourself […again].
He refuses to fight the urge anymore as you bury your face into your hands. Leon purposely steps on every stick he can as he approaches you, allowing you time to clean your face and prepare yourself.
He stands idly as you hastily wipe tears away. “Alright, sweetheart?”
“As good as I can be,” you shrug.
Leon invites himself to sit beside you, letting out a huff as he does so. You’re breathing out of your mouth, clouding the sky in front of you due to a stuffy nose. He looks at you from the corner of his eye before speaking.
“Tell me if you’re having a bad day,” he says as he fidgets with his fingers. There’s a solemn nod as he refuses to look your way ; a placid, understanding motion of his head. “I’ll do my best to make it better. Want you to lean on me, y’know?”
You’re hesitant to answer, still trying to get your face dry and less puffy. A glance his way lets you see the sincere smile ; the comfort he could bring. “…okay.”
The next time Leon sees you, you’re frowning and pulling at your fingers roughly. He doesn’t say a word as he guides you to your hiding place, only waiting for you to let out a stuttering, deep breath. “M’havin’ a real bad day.”
Leon gathers you in his arms quickly and softly, allowing you to sob into his shoulder as he sinks to sit on the ground.
