Can u do pyramid head fucking n overstimulating reader in a headlock?
Like his arms are fucking massive so imagine how good it’d feel to have one around your throat while he absolutely rails you😭
Headlock
Cw: smut, overstimulation, creampie, headlock, tell me if I missed any.
You struggled against him, nails digging into his arm forearm, wailing out in pure bliss. You jerked forward with every hard thrust of Pyramid Head’s thick cock, his bulbous head ramming against your spongy cervix. He held you still, his strong arm curving over your neck with a vice. He never faltered even as he drove in and out of you, standing still on two muscle-bound legs that you doubted would buckle under his fast and rough pace.
The veins that ran from the base, over the fat middle of his cock and to the tip felt heavenly with the slight curve upwards, rubbing your spongy walls. You rolled your hips, legs kicking wildly under you while you squirmed, crying out for him for something. You didn’t know anymore, one second you’d be craving his cock, drooling and moaning for more, and the other second, you’d beg for him to stop, plead your case from your soft and tender cunt.
Your cunt pulsed, a loud beat that echoed in your head, it throbbed with a striking warmth, almost painful but never hurting. You came one too many times, slick dripping down heavy balls and his sculpted thighs. He proudly growled in your ear, hips slapping against your ass with loud, wet sounds. He revelled in your cries and mewls, your begging only egged him on to fuck you.
“Please! T-too much!”
He loved the sound of your voice, the high squeaks and your broken voice. You were his drug, something he couldn’t get enough of. It left him wanting and wanting, there was always more he wanted to have. The difference between you both was something he salivated at, that made his cock grow hard and leaky, your soft and round limbs, your shorter stature and your weaker strength. It played on his instincts, it attracted him to the more vulnerable.
His chest rumbled with a soothing growl, still thrusting with an erratic pace and a throbbing cock. He breathed out in short puffs, arm tightening around you as fast as your walls tightened around him, milking him for all his worth for a third time. His balls contracted, his body shaking as he came, slamming into you even as his tip spurted cum, painting your warm walls white with monstrous cum.
You shook, body trembling in his arms, gasping for air as you rode your nth climax, loosing count of the number of times Pyramid Head made you come on his fingers, his tongue and his cock. You couldn’t feel your legs, the loud beat in your ears deafening you to the world and you monstrous lover.
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.
・┈ ✦ ﹕𝖥𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆: dead by daylight
・┈ ✦ ﹕𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋(𝗌): the trickster ( hak ji-woon )
・┈ ✦ ﹕𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗒𝗉𝖾: gender-neutral reader
・┈ ✦ ﹕𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶: ☐ Yes ☑ No
・┈ ✦ ﹕𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌: ☑ Yes ☑ No
・┈ ✦ ﹕𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 (𝖢𝖶): mention of blood, trials, murdering in the background.
・┈ ✦ ﹕𝖶𝖢: 0.555 K
back to dbd masterlist or to the trickster masterlist
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You're basically asking to be his favourite problem when you sneaked up on The Trickster mid-reload to push him into the locker he was rummaging through, pushing a gasp out of the lilac haired male as he felt himself being shoved into the darkness of the locker, only for you to follow right after.
And when I say feeling himself getting pushed; it's not like he did anything to stop you from cornering him into such a tight space. If anything, he Iet it happen. Turning smoothly on himself so he could face you with that signature smile of his; blood stained lips curling as one of your lithe hands found its way on his hip, keeping him right where you wanted him.
A small surprised laugh could be heard bubbling from his throat as his bright yellow eyes stared into your own orbs, as if two twin dancing flames were able to read your soul whole while the dark drowned the place. The only source of light left between you once the locker door shutted, two glowing orbs.
There's a soft amused exhale that slips onto your face when Ji-woon breathed out his amusement, your own space just as violated as you did with his. Your breath mingling into the cramped space.
❝ Bold, ❞ the murmure was deep as his voice dropped away from that exaggerated stage persona he always kept on, even around you. You've gotten used to being around him more than others, especially more than any other survivors — except for Miss Lee Yun-jin who knew him before. But it was still there, more in a. . . private show, kind of persona.
It was so clear to him what your intentions were; separate him from the other killer he had been teamed with, that other monstrous being hunting down your teammates. . . trying to buy them some time. . .
And yet, here you are. Hiding in a locker with the very man who once sent chills down your spine with a single glance.
The same chills that runs up your spine now, make butterflies swarm your stomach when you felt the faint edge of one of his blades caressing the skin of your thigh, of your forearm, before he gently taps it against the wood of the closed door behind your back. It's slow, rythmic as he tilt his head, gaze lingering like he's studying something fascinating. . . something he wants to love and break at the same time.
He's so, so close. You can almost taste the metallic tang of blood on his lips, smell the faint sweetness mango and pineapple beneath the sharp scent of iron lingering on flesh and fabric.
❝ Jagi. . are you trying to save them? ❞ he chuckled darkly, his grin sharp enough to show all of his pearly whites in display despite the little light, danger slicing through the silence.
You blame the distant screams echoing beyond the locker when your heartbeats spikes up, swallowing the pool of saliva pooling in your mouth when he gets closer than already. As if he was testing you, crowding your space as he's waiting; watching for the smallest of flinches.
But you don't, not even a breath out of place as you don't move. And you definitely became his favourite distraction.
❝ . . or, ❞ his voice brushes against your lips softly this time, ❝ keeping me for yourself? ❞
• 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.
Inspired by a post asking what gunslinger might sound like 😘 @fornenamiyo This one goes out to you!
If this goes well I’ll prob do the rest of the dbd killer gang!
What the Dbd killers sound like -
*minors DNI* NSFW Content*
Huntress:
Anna sounds like harsh comfort. She sounds like every wronged mother’s rage, every longing woman, every dreaming girl hoping for better. When’s she’s upset it’s frosty as a Russian winter, but when she fucks you it feels like safety and coming in from the cold.
Gunslinger:
Caleb has a voice like black coffee, and an endless western desert. It curls around your ear in a drawl, but his words of love are round with Irish consonants. When he fucks you, his voice goes slow and sweet as molasses and burns hot in your chest like a shot of whiskey on a cold night.
Hillbilly:
Max sounds like a sad shelter puppy. You know the one - too big, too ugly, too wild, he’s always been unwanted sitting in a cage at the back. Sometimes the growls tearing their way up his throat sound so damn angry, but he swears he’s just sad, just hungry, just lonely. When he fucks you it sounds like a steady fast heartbeat, whimpers of pleasure, and heavy deep breaths in the crook of your neck.
Ghostface:
Danny sounds like an endless flow of words into the void. He says so much, and yet it hides all the things he has never said, but wishes he had. When he fucks you it sounds… eerily quiet at times. Like he’s trying to photograph this moment in his mind, like if he could press pause, and stay here locked in each other he would. He breaks the moment himself with a crude comment. It sounds like the wet slap of skin on skin, and you saying his name over and over again.
request open *twirls hair kicking my feet giggling* could i request maybe ghostface and myers with a survivor who's also stealthy? like maybe they caught a glimpse of them but the moment they moved a little closer trying to get a jump the survivor is just POOF and gone
Michael Myers / The Shape:
Michael had first seen you working on a generator all the way across the trialgrounds from himself. He figured you'd be busy enough that you wouldn't even notice him and he'd be able to grab you right off of it. All seemed to be going according to plan until he got there, and...there was no trace of you anywhere. It was like you had never even been there in the first place. But he knew he saw you. It'd be safe to say he'd never been so confused before.
He decided right then and there that he had to catch you. He knew wouldn't be able to sleep until he got to you at least once. He didn't find you that trial, and...he still can never get his hands on you during trials. He's always willing to throw an entire trial just to go after you, though. The second he realizes you're lurking around, he drops everything to track you down.
He always swears you're following him around. He can never see you, and you'll never give him a straight answer, but...he knows you're there. He doesn't much enjoy swapping roles. You're making this much harder than it needs to be...but, truthfully, he enjoys the challenge. He finds you fun, in a weird way.
Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:
Danny first met you when he saw you weaving through a patch of trees at the edge of the trialgrounds. He'd been tracking you for most of the trial, and now you were all alone...he waited until you ducked behind a wall. He walked up, and lunged behind the corner, swinging for you. You can probably imagine his surprise when you were suddenly nowhere to be found. There was nowhere you could've gone. How in the hell...
Finding you slowly became more and more like a game to him. At first it was frustrating, but it started being fun for him after a while. Every trial he has with you, he gets excited, hoping this would finally be the time he catches you. He still hasn't, but he looks forward to every trial with you.
If you're still in the immediate area, you'll often hear Danny giggling to himself while he's looking for you, or him playfully calling out your name. He doesn't necessarily think doing either will help his chances, he just likes to have fun, especially around and with you.
Anna lifts you up, you wrap your legs around her, gripping her hair for leverage.
She mutters something in Russian, a harsh tone that causes your thighs to quiver. “маленькая лиса,” she murmurs again, biting into the flesh of your neck. You moan, tightening your legs around her waist. Anna presses you harder against the metal bars, the bolts digging into your back in a delicious way. It felt good to hurt.
To finally feel something other than the Entity’s talons snapping you in half or a killer’s blade into your gut. It’s exhilarating this way.
You grunt when she reaches under your shirt, her palms grazing your heated skin in a way that tingles your nerve endings. Anna kisses you then, all teeth and tongue. You jolt when she unhooks your bra, her hands reaching to palm your breasts.
She grips you so tightly, your hips desperately seeking friction. “Please,” you rasp, breath being pushed out of you.
Anna nuzzles close to your neck, licking all the way down to your collarbone.
In any minute those generators could be done, in any minute you will hear the chiming of the clock before you escape.
You want to stay like this forever, close to the harshness of her tongue and warmth of her body. Huntress remains a terrifying force to be reckoned with in trials, you have evaded her every time. Being able to leave before she could take you down with her throws.
Anna has always watched you leave, standing before the exit gates while you turn towards her, her pale mask tilting as if curiously examining you. Almost carefully deciding your fate when you two meet again.
Laurie watches you closely, uncertain of what to make of your disheveled appearance. “Did you survive?”
You cut her off with a wave. “I just got thrown around a bit, no worries.”
“But you escaped?” She asks incredulously.
You huff, worrying about the hem of your sweater. “It’s nothing, I won the trial. So whoop.”
“You’ve won every single one with the huntress,” interjects Felix, eyeing you with suspicion.
“Killers don’t leave survivors alone unless they want something,” Jane says. She walks close to you, leaning towards your ear. “Sometimes your body is part of the equation.”
You feel burned. How could they know? Have the other survivors ever experienced this before too? Have they run into these unfortunate events with the killers. Where agreements take place and you offer them something in return.
Jane’s eyebrow raises, a smug smile crossing her lips. She watches as Laurie and Felix head away towards the group at the camp. Jane just promises her one thing. “It’ll be our little secret.”
You had Anna cornered, completely at your mercy. You moved her mask up, the way her throat bobs and her lips take shape to form the perfect curve of surprise.
“Got you,” you murmur, lips utterly close to hers. You wait to see what she’ll do next. Her ax still aimed towards your side.
She doesn’t slash it down to cut, she doesn’t seem to react much at this. To your enjoyment, it clatters down onto the wood of the shack as she wraps her arms around yours to kiss you with fervor. You moan, clawing at her neck, pulling her closer.
You want to swallow her whole and let her digest in your system. It’s ill fated and disgusting the way you desire her. The way you wish to consume her every bit. It’s an eager yearning that seems to implode in the worst way.
You push her forward into the wood of the den, hoping there’s splinters and loose nails stabbing into her skin.
You want her to sense all the emotional hunger she has caused you. To understand exactly what it meant for you to hunt her in such a way.
She seems to mutter something in Russian, a husky tone shifting her to dig her nails into your waist, dragging them down to leave you marred.
“You—“ you growl, biting her lower lip, surprising her enough to reel her head back against the wooden walls.
She groans, pulling back to huff. Her mask is still on and your lips are wet from her spit.
You want to feast on her skin so that she’ll only ever think of the wounds you’ve left for her. All for you and none for anyone else. You smile, all teeth and fangs. Anna notices how much of a surprising trump card you are. When you had first joined the team of survivors you had seemed so reserved. Somehow lost and doe-eyed as if you had no clue of what to do. Anna didn’t trust the fawning. She didn’t seem at all fooled by the game of pretend you seemed to be playing at.
The sort of ease you fell into when she would chase you. Each and every time losing you in the thunder of pallets dropping, the dark mist coiling itself around her sight. Sometimes, when it’s stagnant in mother’s den, when the entity would let the other killers rest on rare occasions she’d think of you.
You and your grin, your hand coming up to fight her off when she carried you to a hook. Sometimes, at mercy she’d release you, examining you at every inch. The muscle in the planes of your arms and the way you crawled to her indignant on survival.
It made her inhale sharply at the scent of copper, fortitude and need. Anna has never been this fascinated by a specific survivor. Not one like yourself. Others couldn’t even compare to being as special as you.
It made her suck in her breath, tongue rolling against her teeth. She prods the appendage against her canines harshly to taste the blood. She wanted to bite down, to completely leave you full of marks. Your skin and your body at her mercy. An innate need to consume. Instead, Anna had fallen into your grasp. She had lowered herself to let you do as you please. You tongued her neck, biting against the flesh and nibbling. Anna’s hands drifted to your hips, feeling them roll against nothing. Insatiable creature, she thinks. Merciless in your need to have her close.
Anna hums when your tongue moves to her collarbone. She makes a noise of appreciation when you bite down, sensing the smile against her skin.
The world begins to crumble again, everything becoming a race against time. A moment to have each other.
It would soon vanish like the rest of this piece together.
You pull back, looking at her. You grasp her chin, thumbing her lower lip and dragging it.
“‘Till next time,” you murmur. You leave then, finding the exit. You leave her there lost and worn.
Her mind reels itself, hammering and reminding the way it had held you seconds before. Now leaving and to see each other on the entity’s terms. Anna grits her teeth, her hands fisting themselves. There will be a way to get you back. To have you here. Only with her.
You made your way down the path. It had been simple enough, you had smiled. A part of you feeling on cloud nine at what you had all accomplished. Huntress was now in your grasp and that’s all that seemed to matter now.
In this very moment you had her captured, a hare caught in the snare. The hare struggles to escape as you approach. Interested in the way it squirms, cries out to be freed. In the same way you know she must be feeling. It’s simple enough.
What you did not expect was to be summoned by the dark talons of the entity. The world cuts itself open to move you through its many realms. You had ended up in the Red Forest, back here. The world shifts around you and you sneer. This could only mean one thing. You were starting in a trial.
Except there was no sounds of generators being done and the crows seemed to hover in one area. They were watching you behind their beaks, curious eyes blinking at you from afar. You really had no way of knowing how you had ended up here. Unless the entity may be making special offers only to some. You frown at that, uncertain of what you would be initially doing here.
The suddenness of an ax flying beside you causes you to duck. It passes by you in a spur of wind and you look to see the obvious answer.
Huntress stands there, heaving as she holds the other weapon in her hand. You grin at her. “Well, well, look who we have here,” you say. You feel the flutter in your chest and the pulsing in your blood. This could be an easy way for you to get what you want. Maybe the entity was trying to give everyone what they wanted. A cease and desist to this cat and mouse game that seemed to drag everyone else into the fold.
It only left you and Anna charged with each other. The lingering taste of one another on your tongues. “Did you call me here?” You ask her, strolling up to her. Not in the least bit concerned by her weapon, by the way you can see her dark eyes through the mask.
She’s always been good at observing. She hides beneath the scenery, blending in and getting to analyze her targets in this way she can bring them down more efficiently. In this case, she doesn’t seem beholden to this. She won’t hurt you. Not in the way she should be, anyway.
This had been only a game. To see how you could toe the line with the item of your attraction. Your obsession really. It had been about grace, about wanting. Really, it was to entertain you. You had been bored. The way the monotonous tone of this world, the surviving. You had been too strong for the entity to placate you. You had known immediately there was one you could get some enjoyment in the purgatory of horrors. You could find your own way to be sated.
It was easy. In your past life, sex had been nothing. It had been easy to lead someone to your bed, it had been nothing but a game. A win for both parties or more. Anna had been different for you. She is a different conqueror, it takes a usurper to win over the power she holds.
Anna seems to fight you, fight the familiar desire and sexual advances; yet she seemed all the more willing to lean into them. In a way she won too. She received something out of it, a distraction of sorts.
She approaches quickly, grabbing your hair and thrusting her close to you. Her body seems to be on fire, like molten lava. A volcano prepared for eruption. You only sigh, feeling at home with this sort of defiling. It could be everything. It had been. You wanted this to be a long lasting feeling for the two of you. You knew Anna had nothing better to do. She may have gotten dozens of people with her looks, but you know better.
You know she could never fully have you in the way she wants.
And that makes your blood pulse and your body quiver with anticipation. You sidle up to Anna, kissing her neck. “Let this be a reminder,” you murmur against the heat of her skin. You brush your lips against the freckles on her tanned skin.
You can feel her tense at this. “You can always come back to me,” you finish.
When you leave, Anna’s eyes have closed into themselves. She counts down, hearing the familiar hum of an old tune; a lullaby from memory. A time long gone.
You returned back, confident and thriving. Nothing could ever be this close to tasting some form of victory. Huntress had been in your grasp for sometime; this just solidified it. You hear footsteps encroaching and you see Jane, smug and arms crossed.
“You’re a deviant, aren’t you?” She questions, you turn to her, not really up for any interrogation.
You smile, a sharp thing, not wanting to deny the woman in front of you anything. She could know much more than you, have that over your head. You will not let her have the satisfaction of flaying you alive in some sick way. “I know what I am, but do you know what you are?”
Jane smirks. “I would love to know what I seem like in your eyes.”
You sigh, dropping your arms from the defensive. “We’re similar, in a way. Aren’t we?”
Jane shrugs, knowing exactly what you’re referring to. “We all want what we can’t have.”
She continues, circling you, knowing exactly where you’ve been. “Sometimes we get a bargain in this shit ass place, something we can’t say no to. So we all do it, sometimes with the same killers or sometimes with others.”
You look at her trying to read her expression. You feel a flare of jealousy, imagining a wanton Anna with a curvaceous Jane, her body rolled like a gift from the Gods. Jane grins then, serpentine. “Don’t worry,” she says softly. “You’re a rare one for the Huntress. She never holds any interest in any of us. You’re her favorite pet,” she whispers close.
“Who else has been involved in something like this?” You ask, already curious which survivor seemed to have offered themselves up to the entity or the killers in such a way.
Jane shakes her head. “There’s no telling, some of them are too honorable for that. Not me, though. And not you either,” she points out.
“Honor’s fake,” you say. “There’s never been anything like it. It holds you back to what you really want.”
“Oh?” She prods, delighted at your response.
“To be able to control another being with just our presence.”
Jane’s eyes glint, tilting her head to look at you in another light. “I knew I would like you, fox,” she hisses. You feel like you’ve heard something similar from Huntress before. A familiar phrase in her native language that seems to remind you.
It had been time to give your monotonous routine some fun while being ripped apart by beasts and killers alike. Jane seemed to understand it, but the rest of the survivors looked upon you as if you had stepped from the fiery pits of hell. You would be covered in blood, needing a wash of some kind, but they all seemed to know. They knew you were only doing it to be able to get something you want.
It wouldn’t be the first time someone existed in such a way, so you wouldn’t be the last to do it.
