Can i request some headcanons with Oni, Mastermind, Ghostface, Trickster reacting to their sweet and innocent reader getting accused by a random survivor for throwing a rock at them, even though the person was the one that did it, and not the reader. The person also tried to get them to chase the reader instead of him or her order to get away. But it immediately backfired due to them knowing better that their survivor reader would never do something like that to them?
I hope that you had a good Halloween rabbit! 💖
Yeah cool no problem! Hope u like it :) and I hope u had an awesome Halloween too!!💖
DBD Killers when an Innocent!Reader is framed for throwing a rock at them🤭🪨
Includes: Ghost Face, Oni, Trickster and Mastermind
Ghost Face
Feng Min pegged a rock at the Ghost Face, successfully decking him in the back of the head. The man sighed, turning around to see you and her by a generator. Feng immediately pointed at you, framing you for her assault. She then darted away and left you in her dust. You gaped at the betrayal of your fellow survivor. The Ghost Face met your eyes through black mesh
“Wha? It wasn’t me. I swear! She—she lied!”
The Ghost Face’s shoulders shook as he gave a raspy chuckle. Of course it wasn’t you. You were far too sweet, and he knew that. He knew that well
“C’mere, gorgeous.”
Your eyes grew wide as he waltzed over, hooking an arm around your waist. The Ghost Face yanked you into his chest, causing you to blindly grip onto leather with a yelp. He would go get your ‘friend’ later. But as of right now, he just wanted you in his arms. It had been awhile since the Ghost Face and you had crossed paths. Because of this, he made sure to treat each time like it was your last
“You know she was lying, right? I’d never throw a rock at you.” You pouted
The Ghost Face chuckled again, bringing a gloved hand up to remove his mask
“I know, baby.” He grinned
His lips pressed against yours firmly. His eyes were blissfully shut as he pulled you impossibly close
“Mmm, Danny.” You squeaked against him
The Ghost Face pulled away to stare at your innocent features. His dead heart felt an unfamiliar warmth as you smiled sweetly at him
He would then leave to you be, in search of Feng instead. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she found the Ghost Face chasing after her instead of you. Had her ‘genius’ plan not worked?
Oni
*THWACK*
You looked on in horror after Yui threw a rock at your poor Oni’s masked face. He had quite the thick covering in that area but you could tell it still hurt him. He wasn’t looking at you two when it happened. He was distracted with Adam, slicing into the man’s back with his katana. That was when Yui struck. While she did it to help Adam, that didn’t apply to you. When the Oni whipped around to glare at her, he sneered behind his mask when she pointed at you
“They did it.” Yui deadpanned
Yui took off, with Adam limping after her. You couldn’t believe the betrayal. You thought that the Oni would get mad, and maybe even harm you. But he honestly seemed more mad at Yui than yourself
“It wasn’t me! She was lying. I would never!”
The Oni trudged over to your cowering form. You flinched when a massive hand came up over your head. Your tense muscles relaxed as it set on top of your hair with an overwhelming amount of gentleness
“I know.” He cooed in Japanese
The Oni pet your hair. You were very surprised he hadn’t gone crazy with fury yet
“Sorry she was a meanie, Kazan.” You frowned
He hummed in reply, a deep rumbling noise that brewed within his broad chest.
Kazan absolutely adored you. Which was why he had to love and leave you, furiously going after Yui. How dared she blame you for something she did? And to think she’d get away with it?
The Oni gave your cheek one last caress before hunting down that girl. Like you, this was going to be sweet. The sounds of Yui’s screams were going to sound all the more satisfying because they were just for you
Trickster
The Trickster cursed in Korean when a small rock bounced off the back of his head. He whirled around to spot you and Claudette in the tall grass. Claudette immediately pointed at you, silently telling him you did it. But alas, she was only framing you for her own crime
The Trickster laughed at her meanly, knowing better. As if his perfect songbird would hurt him like that. He yoinked a colourful blade from his yellow coat, skilfully throwing it Claudette’s way. It struck her shoulder, and you leapt back in surprise. You and the girl stared at the Trickster in disbelief
“I said they did it!” Claudette gasped in pain
The Trickster still didn’t listen, only pinning her down with more and more of his blades. He only stopped when you said so.
That made him sigh, begrudgingly letting Claudette limp away, only to catch up with her later. His glowing gaze set on you now, taking in your cute face
“I promise it wasn’t me.” You blurted out
The Trickster smirked, playfully rolling his eyes. “I know, babe. It’s okay.” He moved towards you
You threw your arms around his neck and nuzzled into it with a giggle. He hugged you tight, his nose buried in your hair. You glanced up and gently traced your fingers over his temple
“Are you okay? She didn’t hurt you too bad, did she?” You asked
The Trickster pressed a tender kiss to your flushed cheek
“Don’t worry about me, babe.”
He soon trotted off, in searches of Claudette again. He left you all smitten and flustered, making sure you wouldn’t try to intervene. You were just so kind like that. Though she threw you under the bus, the Trickster knew that you would still and try save her
He couldn’t help but admire that
Mastermind
“Are you trying to make me angry?”
Albert Wesker chased after Dwight after he had pegged a rock at him when he wasn’t looking. Though in a fit of panic, Dwight shoved you in the way
“It wasn’t me. It was them!”
The Mastermind nearly bouldered you over as you were thrown in his road. He halted to a stop, just skidded in front of you. Your face was covered by your hands as you cowered before him. Albert sighed, and placed a gloved hand on your shoulder. Your head whipped up to meet his catlike eyes
“It’s alright, darling.”
Tears pricked your eyes, saddened that Dwight and abandoned you. But at the same time, you knew he was just scared
“Albee, it wasn’t me. I promise it wasn’t.” You whimpered
The Mastermind immediately snaked his arms around you. You sniffled into his chest and held on tight
“I know, sweetheart. I didn’t think it was you for a second. It doesn’t matter, my dear. I’m fine.”
He petted your head that was nestled against him. You hadn’t seem Wesker in awhile, and missed his touch. Though he didn’t want to admit it, he felt the same way
This was fine. Once the Mastermind was done with you, then he would hunt down Dwight. Uh-huh, sure… just a little longer holding you then he’d get straight to work…
Albert couldn’t let you go. Your warmth and sweet words of praise made his stomach flutter. He had never met someone quite like you
Fandom — Dead by Daylight
Pairing — Oni | Kazan Yamaoka
Summary — You could never regret falling for the man, even if he was a demon.
Content Warnings — angst
Word Count — 833
The licks of the fire warmed your skin as you sat in the middle of the car graveyard. The games had begun to grow colder and the games growing longer, killers almost always seeming to scratch some sort of itch when they came across a survivor. Rubbing your gloves along your arms, you tried to seek warmth from the fire that never seemed to be warm.
A cruel illusion, one that had been manifested by the entity, whose eyes you could feel on the back of your head as you watched the blaze dance and weave. There was very little comfort that could exist in the entity’s realm.
“You know,” You muttered, feeling as another pair of eyes joined the fray, their constant anger and hatred for most things that surrounded him being one that made your soul shiver, yet, you knew that you were safe, “You can join me.”
The oni knew that you weren’t the type to break that easy. Tilting your head back to stare at where he stood, watching as the oni stood as still as the ever-lasting night, the staring contest the two of you had every time you met was broken as he shifted his gaze slightly to the right, breaking his direct gaze upon you.
“I already checked, there’s nobody else that should be here, except maybe the Wraith.” He was always hanging around his hunting grounds, anyway, it wasn’t like other places in the realms comforted him more than the little gas station that always seemed to be on Auto Heaven Wrecker’s land, but, it seemed to calm the oni enough, Kazan joining you by the false fire.
The kanabo was strapped firmly to his back, reminding you of what he truly was.
“You played well today,” The Oni finally muttered at last, your head barely meeting the middle of his ribs as he stood beside you, the warrior and the survivor staring at the false sense of hope as it flickered away. You hated going against him every time the two of you would cross in matches, always full of blood and rage and pain, your side still lingered with the pain of the katana, your hand ghosting over the wounds that had long since healed, only gripping fabric as your sweater got in the way.
“Yeah, I did.”
The air fell quiet again, the muttering of the entity still whispering in your ear, even when you tried to ignore it. It was always there, always causing you to fight, to run, to hide, to survive, yet, staring up at the Oni, his mask hiding whatever was left underneath, you let your hand drift up to his neck, brushing along the exposed underside of his chin, feeling the way his skin lit up in goosebumps.
An unusual lover, an unusual companion, your lips formed a thin line as you let your fingers begin to ghost themselves away — Kazan didn’t let you, however, his hand coming to wrap around your wrist and press your fingers back against his inhuman skin, you were able to feel the pulse of anger that simmered underneath the flesh, thundering things through the man’s head that you couldn’t even think of.
“That feels nice.” Touch, warmth, your fingers spread across Kazan’s throat as he turned to face you, your hand so small against his throat, against his collar bone, against his chest as you slowly drew your hand down to place it over where his heart was. Where his heart had once beaten with life. The hand remained firm around your wrist, yet, you could feel the way he lightly drummed his fingers against your pulse.
Counting your heartbeat, your own life force.
You couldn’t help it, you couldn’t help the way your body moved on its own to rest your forehead against Kazan’s chest, to wrap your free hand around his waist as you felt the way his body almost wanted to lean into yours, stopping itself short just before he could commit to it fully. You allowed your body to fully sink into him and all his rage, feeling the way his body shuddered with a breath that he almost forgot how to do.
“You’ll regret this sooner or later,” Kazan muttered, his free hand coming to brush some of your hair from your eyes, watching the holes of the oni’s mask burn brightly with a fire that you knew would never fade, that would never wither, but, that fire seemed to shift slightly from an inferno to comfort as he held you, his voice wavering with emotion that he couldn’t show on his face.
Even if you didn’t say it in words, even if you couldn’t even muster up the courage to say them, they remained on the top of your tongue as you leaned into his hold as he wrapped a firm arm around you.
How could you ever regret falling in love with the one thing that had been good to you in this world?
Hello ★ ! This may sound...odd, but can you do : the slashers with a shrine maiden/miko s/o? I've signed up for the job recently ands its quite fun. Pls use they/them pronouns? Also ty :D
I had to google what that means!! But as far as I understand it's a person who takes care of shrines?? I really hope Google didn't prank me today! (At end on fic I posted screenshot of wiki explaining what shrine maid it!
They/them, sfw, Request open
Slashers with shrine maid s/o
Billy Lenz
Will be angy like little baby that s/o has job and cant spend 24/7 giving him attention
If s/o has to wear any traditional Japanese outfits my guy is going to staare. Like he probably never seen Japanese person, let alone in those pretty outfits!!
He has no clue about traditions and culture so please teach him
Guy from hush
"So what? We are moving to Japan now?"
My guy will be so sceptical but he will support them and let them do whatever they want! Its their life anyways
Will be qurious about how s/o job looks like, also will probably visit them mid day, like just drive next to shrine ans be like "sup baby i bought you kfc!"
Micheal Myers
His reaction to this information: 👁👁🧍👍
Guy doesn't care, didnt ask, as far as s/o is alive, happy-ish, and he can get to kill some random people once per week he is fine
Also he finds those traditional outfits very pretty!
Also s/o don't be surprised if you see tall looming figure like 30meters away from shrine just staring at you🥰 its forrrr hm protection?
Ghostface
"Ooh Japan?? Hmm might be fun"
Will take photos of them working
Makes sure none is rude to them while they are working🥰 live laugh love blackmail🥰
Will get kinda lonley when s/o is at work so he gonna call/text them ALOT. He knows s/o can't really answer but he doenst care
Oni (from dbd)
Hmm hopefully the shrine is for him😈😈
He gonna be jealous!! My love please go and take care of his template and shrine!! Not some randoms ☹
Also epic outfit but his maids get way better ones (if he would have maids haha)
Asa Emory
Hmm new place new kinds of bugs to collect
He gonna support his queen
I mean lets be honest s/o doenst need this job hes 100% capable of providing for both of them, but its sweet that s/o wants to get some money too
Wont bother them at work, wont text/call, but he gonna drive them home after long day of working and lisen to all cool stuff they did/saw at work
"Glad you happy about new job sunshine"
Sorry for long wait but I didn't even knew if I should write this! Dont take it wrong way I just had no clue what shrine maid was and was worried that I might say something harmful or rude😞👽
‘Strength Training’ Dead by Daylight— The Oni x Male! Reader Smut
You’re in a terrible mood, and it’s only gotten worse once you realize you’re going against the Oni. Thankfully, he has a cure for your sour mood.
WARNING: Highly sexual themes, slight mention of pedophilia (you’re an adult in this fic and so is he, don’t worry), swearing, blood, violence.
MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED DNI
The shrieks of the crows rung in your ears as the entity was bringing you to your next challenge.
Was it really a challenge, or just one more horrific chapter in this never ending torture it put you and your teammates through.
You snapped your eyes open as you felt a gust of wind pushing you forward, and you immediately scowled.
Yamaoka Estate.
You hated how eerie this place was. It was full of hiding spots for killers like Ghostface and Michael to sneak up on you. Those two terrified you to know end and you prayed they weren’t in this match.
You also noticed you came here alone.
‘They must be on the other side of the estate.’ You huffed, walking sternly but cautiously to the nearest generator with a sour look on your face.
You stepped up to the large Japanese home. A beautiful but dilapidated building that could use a serious makeover. Or just a good sweep. You walked over the rubble in front of the door and went inside, finding a generator in one of the rooms and immediately going to work on it.
You shivered all of a sudden, which was a warning from the entity that one of your teammates had gotten hurt.
“Hope they’re okay..” you whispered to yourself, connecting the colored wires until they sparked a few times. You still had no idea who you were up against.
The teammate that was being chased was finally downed. You heard her yell from the other side of the map when the killer had knocked her to the ground.
You bit your lip as you were half done your generator, trying to prepare yourself for that horrible sound that was going to hit every corner of this place.
That bloodcurdling scream.
You nearly blew up the generator when she shrieked in such loud pain, but quickly composed yourself and kept working. She was too far for you to get so you trusted that she would be saved by the other two teammates.
Eighty percent done your generator. You were confident you would get it done soon-
You gasped as your hand slipped and pushed the wire too deep into the other, successfully ruining your hard work as the machine in front of you blew up violently.
You coughed as the smoke invaded your space and you tried waving it out, groaning in frustration at your clumsiness.
“RAAAAAUUUGGHHHH!”
You froze in place as the killer roared loudly, and you knew exactly who you were up against now.
The fucking Oni.
You let out a few choice swears and hit your generator with your fist, now absolutely fed up with this round.
The samurai was dashing over here at such speed you could feel the rumbling of his stomps shaking the floor. You got up quickly and went for the nearest window in the room to jump— but you were too late.
You felt his large hand grabbing onto the back of your shirt, forcefully pulling you back and throwing you down on the floor.
You grunted in pain and glared up at the big fucker standing over you, who was looking back at you with pure hatred in his glowing eyes.
“Fuck you. Stop standing there and just fucking hit me already, you prick.” You hissed out. It’s not like he would understand completely since his natural tongue was Japanese.
But that didn’t make him any less angry with you. The venom in your voice told him your words were anything but kind.
The kanabo that was resting on his shoulder was now being held with both of his hands, raising it high over his head to strike you with a powerful force.
Shit. This was gonna hurt.
The Oni growled deeply as he swung his weapon down hard, and you were quick to dodge by rolling to the side. The floor was broken through by how hard he hit and you gasped, quickly crawling away and standing up on your feet.
The samurai was furious. He roared again as he turned to you, quickly taking another swing— to which you ducked down and he hit through the paper walls.
You laughed, running out of the room and down the hallway to escape him. He was eager to chase after you since he knew what a damn laugh meant, but he stopped himself and decided to go hunt for a different survivor. You’d be saved for the bitter end and he would have no mercy on you.
You left the house and ran towards the other side of the map, nearly tripping over the rocks as you were in a hurry. But you realized you weren’t being chased anymore and you slowed down, catching your breath.
You came across one of your teammates, David, and helped him with the generator he was on. You two made small talk, cracked a few jokes here and there, and took turns saving the other two teammates when they got hooked.
20 minutes had gone by and there was only one generator left to do.
Hah, you still weren’t hooked.
You grinned to yourself as you snuck your way over to the middle, finding another generator and quickly going to work on it. He hasn’t killed anyone yet either so you were confident you would all make it out of here together.
Then you shivered as one of your teammates got downed. It was alright though. None of you were on death hook so you could save whoever it was.
You heard David’s scream ring out but it wasn’t because he was getting hooked.
No. He was getting killed.
You quickly jumped to your feet and looked around to see if they were near you, but found no one. How did David get killed? He wasn’t on death hook so he couldn’t have gotten mori’d. None of you were.
You rubbed your arms in worry and went back to work on your generator. Perhaps you weren’t paying attention and David WAS on death hook.
Then you heard Nea going down. Huh? How was that possible? She was full health! She couldn’t have-
Her scream echoed out and you flinched, letting go of the levers on the generator and standing up to your feet. She was getting killed too.
It was just you and Claudette now, and you realized why all this was happening.
Devour Hope, the most vicious hex there was. And you were determined to find it.
You started with the area around you. Making your way to other corners of the map and finding all the usual totem spots, but found no hexed totem. You saw Claudette looking too and exchanged scared looks, but kept the search on separately.
You found yourself back at the Japanese home and started looking in there. Carefully and quietly, you crept through the hallway and into the rooms. Fuck. Where was this thing?
You heard the soft crackling of fire in one of the bedrooms and quickly went over, finding that awful totem containing the hex. You contained your excitement as you started dismantling it.
Then you heard Claudette get knocked down.
“No, no, no..!” You tried hurrying and ending up burning your finger on the lit part of the totem. You hissed in pain but kept going.
Claudette’s scream was loud in your ears when you finally got rid of the hex.
You threw the skull of the hex hard against the wall and yelled in anger. You felt as if you killed her yourself by not finding the totem sooner and held your head in your hands, waiting for the Oni to just come and hook you already.
You felt the tears welling up in your eyes as you hurled every insult at yourself, wishing it was you he got instead of her. Instead of all of them.
You felt a presence nearby and you quickly looked up, seeing the hulking mass of the samurai at the doorway. He was silent as he stared at you and you scowled, standing up.
“Well? Go on then. I’m standing right fucking here.” You spat out, even taking a few steps forward to shorten the distance between you two.
The Oni raised his blade as he began walking to you slowly, not breaking eye contact as he circled you like a vulture.
He didn’t forget the insults from earlier or the laugh you let out.
The warrior took a swing at you and couldn’t dodge it this time. It hit your arm and left a very nasty cut running from your shoulder down to your elbow.
You gasped and held onto your bleeding arm, immediately backing up away from the imposing man. You ended up tripping on the dirty futon below and landed on your side with a grunt.
The Oni was closing in on you, whipping his blade to the side to flick the blood off. His breathing was getting raspier and heavier as he was now standing over you.
Hardly a challenge, the samurai scoffed and raised his blade again.
You made the last minute decision to kick his leg hard.
The Oni shrieked in pain, losing his balance and kneeling down on his uninjured knee— his blade landing a few feet away from him. You attempted to run away but he was quick to grab your bloodied arm, throwing you back down to the floor as you groaned.
The samurai couldn’t be bothered to find his weapon as he got on top of you, determined to finish you off with his strength alone. You’ve caused quite enough trouble for him.
You kept throwing your fists at his arms but it did very little damage and he wasn’t even acknowledging the tiny assaults. But it was very annoying so he pinned down your wrists to the futon, growling at you to quit it already.
You scowled at him and started squirming, but that quickly stopped when you saw him leaning down to your bleeding arm.
“Hey! What are you-?”
You couldn’t even finish your sentence when you felt his tongue invading your horrific gash and you screamed in pain.
You pleaded for him to stop but he wouldn’t. Instead, he lifted his mask up a little to reveal his mouth and he started sucking the blood from your wound. The tears were coming back and you squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to see your blood staining the killer’s mouth.
And the worst part was? This was strangely turning you on. The way his tongue was dragging along your broken skin and his breath on your flesh making you tremble.
It didn’t help that his knee was pressing up against your groin too.
The Oni felt his power collecting as he licked up your blood and he didn’t want to stop until you had none left. He was intent on killing you one way or another.
Your head moved from side to side, panting hard as you felt both pain and pleasure building up.
It didn’t take long for the Oni to feel your erection pressing against him.
He pulled away from your arm and looked down, seeing the outline of your bulge through your pants. You quickly became embarrassed and hid your face with your hands. The Oni tilted his head and let out a deep chuckle.
You were in pain, clearly excited, and ashamed of yourself? Could there be a better combination for the enemy?
His hand came down to grab at your clothed cock and you gasped, quickly uncovering your eyes to look at him in shock.
He stared back at you with a mix of hatred, triumph and lust. And you quickly knew he had the upper hand here.
“No, no. Please don’t..” you whimpered when he ripped your pants and underwear open, taking your dick out and touching it more.
You hated how much you liked the feeling of his hand on you. Touching you. It had been so long that you never thought of things like this anymore.
He practically tore off the armor that was covering his groin and he grabbed your hand, making you palm him too. You sucked in a harsh breath as you felt how huge he was. Huge and very hard.
The Oni’s breathing was getting heavier and heavier as you kept touching him. And his eyes seemed to burn brighter as he got hornier with each passing moment.
The warrior recalled a time where he spied on his sensei having sex with another man and it was shocking. When he confronted him about it, his sensei told him that strength increased when you slept with the same sex and the bond was much more powerful.
He sensed your strength when you tried fighting him off before, and he craved it.
His excitement was getting to be too much and he took his cock out from his pants, spitting on his hand and giving it a few pumps.
You watched him with a bite of your lip, getting nervous as his dick was a monstrous size. He must’ve been 12 inches and looked very thick.
So when he grabbed your hips and brought you closer to him, you pleaded with him again.
“Please don’t just shove it in!” You cried out as he pulled the rest of your pants and underwear down— exposing your ass.
The Oni didn’t understand your language but he could definitely tell you were nervous. He glanced down at his cock and your ass. The size difference was painfully obvious and he figured you’d be in quite a bit of pain if he just started fucking you right away. Would that mess with the strength he was trying to take from you? Perhaps he had to go slowly.
He brought his hand up and licked his fingers to get them slick with spit. It didn’t take him long to put one finger inside and you squirmed uncomfortably, groaning out in slight pain as his fingers were big too.
He continued to prep you and added another finger, stretching you out to accommodate his size as best he could.
Just when it was starting to feel good, the samurai took his digits out and you whined.
The Oni let out a condescending laugh when you made such a pathetic noise. What a change in character from the person you were before.
Soon the head of his cock was poking your ass and you slapped a hand over your mouth, preparing for the pain.
And boy, was it painful.
You squealed into your hand as the Oni pushed 3/4 of his length inside you and he grunted lowly. It was so tight. But it was such an addicting heat you had that he wanted more. So he pushed the rest of himself inside you.
The tears streamed down your cheeks as he started thrusting and you let out pained grunts each time. He was just too big, you figured you’d never get used to it.
But you did.
His cock found your prostate quickly and you let out a surprised moan. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you ached your back a few inches off the floor.
Fuck, that felt better than it should’ve.
The Oni grabbed one of your legs and put them over his broad, muscled shoulder and thrusted deeper into you— making sure to hit that special spot that made such a cute noise come out of you. He breathlessly chuckled, seeing your pained expression become lustful and desperate for more.
Your hand grabbed his and you pulled him down to your level, staring into the reds of his eyes with horny, half lidded eyes.
“Harder.” You told him. And he caught on quickly.
Your other leg came to rest on his opposite shoulder and his pace was becoming more rough. Loud moans and groans left your mouth and you clawed at the futon beneath you as the pleasure was building up.
The samurai growled and latched his mouth onto your neck, biting into it so he could get another taste of your blood. You let out a silent gasp, not being able to create a noise when you felt his tongue lapping up the blood and sucking so harshly.
“Oh god.. oh fuck..” You breathed out, over and over again as you bounced back and forth on his dick.
The Oni definitely got strength as he was absorbing your blood and he thrusted harder. His release was close and he suspected yours was too.
You panted as you felt your neglected cock swelling up and leaking pre cum, whimpering and whining as it was becoming too much.
The warrior above you left your neck and shoved his tongue into your mouth, sharing the taste of your blood.
You groaned into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer and running your fingers through his long white hair.
Your cock suddenly let out strings of white cum that landed on the Oni’s chest and stomach— as well as your own.
The man on top of you gave one last thrust and buried his seed deep inside you, letting out a snarl as you clenched around him and pulled away from your mouth.
He had so much cum that it was spilling before he even took his cock out, which wasn’t a surprise to you at all. This man had to be more than 200 years old.
You tried not to pass out since the blood loss was starting to get to you and made you very lightheaded. The Oni himself felt better than he had before.
He pulled his cock out of you and tucked himself away. His armor was placed back on and he stood up, going to grab his weapon.
You could only stare at him tiredly as he placed his sword in its sheath and left the house. He was out to collect the rest of the blood splattered on the map to prepare for his next match.
You didn’t expect him to give you aftercare anyways.
After gaining some strength, you pulled yourself up and groaned in pain. Your backside was very sore and your arm and neck started throbbing, but you forced yourself to go.
The hatch was still an escape option, and you needed to find it before the Oni did.
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Well this was a long one. I wonder if anyone else has a severe crush on this man like I do?
Also that whole ‘sleeping with the same sex increases strength’ thing is apparently true and it’s what the old and young samurai did with each other to strengthen the bond and believed sleeping with women actually made you weaker. It’s quite gross since the younger samurai in-training are almost always children. >:(
Tags: NSFW, +18, creampies, Daddy mentions, petnames, some could be interpreted pre entity
The Trapper - Evan
Your make out sessions with Evan always go a little farther than planned but this time him tearing your panties off and pinning you on the bed had you blurting out for him to 'at least not cum inside!'. His eyes were hazy as he leaned in and suffocated your pleading with a deep kiss. His tongue easily overpowered yours and ate up every whimper as you felt the fat head of his cock bullying its way through your tight entrance.
"Relax for me sweetheart, I've got so much to give you."
You thought he let up on kissing in order to speak but really it was only to give you enough air for moaning out his name as he sank more of his throbbing inches into you. He found a pace of fast short pumps made your impossibly tight grip even slicker. Your weak pleas of him not to cum only made things worse for you, he felt like doing the exact opposite.
His hips pound into you even faster and you can tell he's close from how tightly he's gripping your wrists. Your attempts to writhe out of his grip only set him off even more, he wants to cream your sweet hole so bad. There's no way you can fight against it and your soft body pressing against his muscles as you try to wiggle away aren't doing you any favors. You feel an orgasm building quick and you can't stop your hips from desperately trying to meet his. Breathlessly mouthing ' Evan please' you can't stop yourself from cumming as his rough strokes began to stutter. Evan groans above you, jerking somewhat as he pulls out quickly and shoots hot spurts of cum onto your belly. He'd never go against your wishes no matter how much it kills him but you're going to be covered in massive amounts of his seed as a result.
The Wraith - Philip
Yes he heard you say it, no he hasn't pulled out even though you're so close. When he begged you to let him go without a condom you agreed only after he agreed to pulling out. Philip's big and thick cock shoots an electric buzz through your body every time he bottoms out and he knows it. He knows your favorite strokes that scramble your mind and put you in a daze, especially if you start moaning about how its too much or if you want him to stop.
"You love this dick, don't you beautiful? Can't stop now, right? Not when you're sucking me in like there's no tomorrow."
Philip is an expert at teasing and stimulating all your most pleasurable spots at the same time. His mouth is devouring your neck leaving hot kisses and bites marks, one hand pinching and tweaking your hard nipples while the other holds your leg up so he can grind his cock deep into the spot that has your back arching. You can't concentrate on anything except the pleasure coursing throughout your whole body and when you cum your legs slip and lock around his waist holding him in place. You feel his weak attempt at pulling away your leg fail as he doubles over instead, with how thick he is you can't help but feel him pulsing against your walls, each thick spurt of cum being milked out as he fills you up. When he's back in his right mind he's stuttering and apologizing profusely, he promises to take full responsibility for what he's done.
The Deathslinger- Caleb
Convinced you to do a little bit cock warming with him since you said you didn't want him 'fuckin' and cummin' inside ya', his words not yours. Loves when his baby girl sits pretty on his lap all jittery and flustered because Daddy's big dick is so filling. Fondles your breast and toys with your bud until you're staining his pants with how wet you are.
"You're makin' a mess sweetheart." He'll grunt while bitting into your neck to focus on something other than how much pre you have him dripping.
The more he teases you the tighter you become, constricting around his throbbing inches almost painfully. The action illicit nonstop filthy curses and teasing in your ear
"Are ya really gonna cum from just sittin' there doll?"
You can't help but wiggle your hips at Caleb's words knowing he's close too. He's trying his hardest to hold back at your request but you feel so good. He has the decency to tell you when his going go cum and its up to you if you want to hop off or not. No matter what you choose he'll cum hard while moaning your name with a few curses.
The Oni -Kazan
Kazan loves the feeling of your beautiful soft skin against his, you leaning back against his chest and heating up at his ministration has his blood quickly pumping to the most immoral of places.
He derives pure pleasure from the indecent faces you make as his hands slowly snake their way through your loose clothing. Not an inch of you is left untouched and he won't stop until his hands are completely coated in your arousal. You're so sensitive towards his every touch, if he were a lesser man he may have gone mad at being so patient.
Only when your whispers of his name are barely coherent does he know you're more than ready for his cock. There's no need for him to do anything other than line himself up; you'd been stroking him in kind the entire time, mewling and panting for him like an animal in heat. He only stalls slightly when his bulbous flushed head graze against your quivering entrance and you weakly pleaded for him not to finish inside. Spears you on his cock immediately and with your wanton moans drowning out his growls he starts a slow rhythm of deep strokes.
"You are mine Y/n. Every bit of you will take all of me."
Valiant effort but Kazan refuses not to experience the ecstasy of cumming with the one he loves.
Can I request The Oni, Blight and Pyramid Head making the male reader have an prostate orgasam.
Kazan Yamaoka/The Oni
You buried your face into Kazan's chest, opening your mouth to take a bite of the flesh in a last moment effort to keep yourself from sobbing out his name as you had been numerous times earlier. The fleshy nip only made Kazan's growl more guttural. You could feel it travel up your spine as he gripped you tighter around the waist and drove his cock deeper into your ass. Every movement hit that perfect spot inside of you. It had you seeing stars and screaming beneath the hot flesh.
Tears welled in your eyes as the sensation of him stimulating you became overwhelming. One free hand rose to give a firm tug on your hair ,bending your face back and away from his chest so he could see your fucked out face. There was little warning after that sensation as you cried out, your dick throbbing hot between your legs as you came around a particularly hard thrust against your prostate.
Kazan watched your face as you came, a tongue jutting out to lick at his lips as he admired the cum that now spilled over your own stomach. A thumb reached down to stroke the mess on your skin before claws dragged themselves down your hips.
"I'm not finished with you yet."
Talbot Grimes/The Blight
The wood of the table scraped incessantly against your cheek as you buried your face into it. The jars of medical equipment and bowls of herbs shook violently with every thrust of Talbot's all-too-hot cock. His nails drove themselves into your shoulder blades, giving him better purchase to fuck you into the work table before him, the chittering groans and hollowed moans your signal of his own arousal.
"Hn, you're so deep," You moaned out loud, knowing his preference for hearing your whimpering words of praise, "So- So good - Fuck - Please I'm-!"
Your dick twitched at a particularly hard thrust, the pressure on your prostate making you see stars as he curled over you, caging you in his body. His warm breath fell on the back of your neck and his hips gyrated with precise movements against your own. The closeness of him was enough for your twitching cock to release the orgasm that you had been aware of building up. Your cum coated the table in front of you as you moaned out the killer's name with heady desperation.
Talbot did not stop his thrusting. If anything, your orgasm had spurred him on to go harder. His cock continued to hit that spot inside of you, making tears burst into your eyes as the stimulation began to become too much. A hand on your shoulder pressed you back down when you tried to protest, though, giving you no chance to speak as the punishing pace continued on and on and on some more...
He'd draw another out of you soon enough.
Pyramid Head
The metal of his head groaned loudly beneath your grip. You supported yourself entirely on the massive obstruction as his thick digits pulled themselves in and out of your ass with pressing movements. Two were already more than enough, as thick as a normal cock and just as long. Able to reach just as much inside of you as they hit that bundle of nerves just right, making you spasm and moan into the rusted head of your lover.
"Shit," You laughed through a breathy gasp, "If this- ha ah- is what you fingerssss are I -mmm - can't wait to feel your cock."
This seemed to stir him on more, pressing his fingers deeper, scissoring them more. He hit your prostated each time he pumped them in and out of you, and you felt yourself growing to orgasm as you rocked your hips back into his touch, mewling his name as you drooled down on his head. He groaned again, the sound vibrating off of the metal, and your head threw itself back as he curled his fingers just PERFECTLY inside of you.
Your cum splattered on the very tip of his metal head, his fingers pausing in their movements as you came down from you surprise high. You blushed as you leaned forward, kissing him before licking the mess you made up onto your tongue, swallowing it with an apologetic smile.
His fingers picked up again, and you knew that his cock would be replacing them soon.
My Beloved Cherry Blossom ~ Yamaoka Kazan/The Oni x Fem!Reader
Note: Since Kazan lived in the feudal era, and died there, his S/O would be someone from that time, so, just like him, she'd be dead, so the shock of seeing the dead back alive would be great for him...Who also died in a painful death. Haha.
"My son, you reached the age when you have to marry and ensure the continuation of our bloodline. Since you haven't bothered looking for a potential wife, I took the liberty of finding you a pretty girl. She is the daughter of a respectable samurai who guards the Emperor, and her father ensured she is a very capable, smart and understanding woman, so she will be able to deal with your...Temper." Kazan's father sat down with his son, who scowled, offended at what he heard, but despite all this, he was well aware of this bother he had to deal with.
"...Yes, father." he muttered, sharply looking down at the floor.
"We will go to meet her tomorrow, at her home, an in less than a month, we will have the marriage. I know you are not the type to care about families and women...But you have to do anything in your power to ensure the honor and survivability of the Yamaoka bloodline." yes, of course, his father just had to sigh in disappointment.
"I understand, father. I will make you proud." Kazan answered before leaving the room to train, as a way to let out the pent up rage.
Who needed women and a family? He certainly didn't care about that. They were a nuisance. A weakness, at best. Father is too much of a sentimental, even for a samurai. What a ridiculous charade...
And his displeasure continued even the next day, as he dressed in a rich, official kimono, to show off his heritage, but at the same time, his long hair was put in a disheveled ponytail, rebel strands flying with the wind, and the neck of his outfit was lowered down enough to show his outlaw-ish predisposition. Needless to say, his father was angered by this side of his son - Surely, he taught him better! - But it was far too late, and they had already arrived at the L/N estate.
Just outside the big, beautiful house, a petite young woman, her long dark hair shining like ebony, her skin as white as snow...She looked so frail that she'd almost resemble a snowdrop. And she was delicately playing a soft, yet sorrowful tune on her bamboo flute, while her father put a pink flower in her hair, looking at her with nostalgia and love.
Kazan look at his own father, before glancing back at the girl whom he found out was named Y/N, and realised how big of a difference it was to was a son, compared to having a daughter. The difference in the two men's behaviour was huge.
He once heard a samurai, whose wife had just given birth to his daughter, "Treat your daughter the way you wish her husband would treat her." He didn't care at first, obviously - Kazan's mind was never on marriage - But now he was beginning to understand the meaning of his words, for they were wiser than anticipated.
Her father was tender, and treating her as if she was the soft petal of a cherry blossom, and his voice was low, loving and respectful, not wanting to startle her in any way...He was talking as if he was trying to keep the zen equilibirum intact at all costs.
The love between a man and a woman is supposed to be like Yin and Yang...
But how could Kazan possibly behave in such a way, when all he knew was to be a rageful brute who would destroy everything in his path in the loudest, brashest way possible?
"Ah, Yamaoka-san, you have arrived. And you brought your son with you. It's an honour finally meeting you, Kazan. Here, this is my daughter, Y/N. Y/N, dear, why don't you go prepare some osmanthus tea for our tired travelers, while I guide them to our table in the cherry blossom garden?" her father pat her hair, and in return, she bowed slightly at the guests, offering them a gentle smile, that would put all of Spring's flowers to shame.
"Yes, right away, father. I hope you will like our flower garden. Papa had them all planted in honour of my mama. They are all her favourite kinds and colours." ah, yes, of course. Women have a special kind of bond with their mother - That was something he would never be able to fully comprehend, Kazan realised very easily, by the way the girl was close to shining as soon as she talked about her birth-giver.
The son of the Yamaoka family obvious saw women before - He wasn't an idiot - And he had enough experience with them...But there was something different about this one. She was...So...Innocent? She seemed to naive and not from this world, almost as if she had no idea of the terrors of the world outside of her residence.
It was such an endearing thing, almost exciting - But the young samurai wasn't sure if he wanted to protect this innocent ignorance at all costs...Or if he wanted to shatter it into pieces and taint it completely.
But that question was easily answered as soon as she came back and started pouring tea for him. And then later in their marriage, the way she behaved so gently with him, it was so weird, so foreign to him, and yet, it made him feel something else...Something completely different from the bubbling, infernal rage he could feel in his chest all the time.
It was soothing, mending his soul completely, for some reason that he couldn't comprehend at all.
But why should he, anyway? He was content just having her by his side whenever he was home. Only she was able of taming the storm that clouded his mind and soul.
His little cherry blossom.
And only the Gods knew how many men he had to kill to make sure she isn't harmed, or prayed upon. He never realised how many desperate, disgusting, dishonorable and lecherous men could be, but Kazan wasn't going to let her see anything other than the honour of a samurai - Like him, his father, and her own father.
However, not even her gentle soul would be able to contain his rage whenever he'd hear that dreadful, shameful nickname they would call him.
"Oni-Yamaoka"
Why was he an Ogre, all of a sudden? Because he brought justice upon the fakes who made a mockery of the code of the samurai? Because he wanted to protect the sole person he cared for in this life?
Even his father was against the aggressiveness he displayed on the battlefield, and in the actions he took...It almost felt like even his father was agreeing with that stupid nickname!
"Here, Kazan, lay your head on my lap and forget about your worries, at least for tonight." Y/N pat her lap with a sweet smile, her eyes gleaming with love and benevolence as she reached out her other hand to reach out to him, and as if possessed, he followed her lead absent-mindedly.
"Y/N." Kazan called out after a few minutes of having his eyes closed, feeling himself relaxing as her fingers were soothingly playing with his long, untameable hair. "Why do you always tell me to lay on your lap, whenever I'm angry?"
"Do you not like it, darling?" she asked, but the passive smile on her face showed that she knew that wasn't the case at all.
"I do. I was just wondering why." he grumbled in a lower voice, which made her muse, her smile shaping into an almost kitten-like one.
"My mama always did that to papa. She said that the best place for a man to relax is on a girl's thighs. I don't think she was wrong." oh, what a sweet giggle she had. It sounded crystalline, like a river of diamonds going through the forest.
"...I won't comment on that." the man closed his eyes, not wanting to give in to the flushed sensation he felt hearing something so embarrassing.
"You do not have to be embarrassed, my dear. We are man and wife. There is nothing we could do or say that would be worth or deemed as embarrassing." she reassured him with an amused tone, as her small hand touched his bare chest, just where his heart would be.
"Why are you not afraid of me, like the rest of them? You are nothing more than a frail woman. You have the eyes of a baby fawn, and the frail bones of a rabbit. You are nothing more than a flower in comparison to me. I could snap your neck like a twig if I'm not careful touching you. And yet, you allow yourself to be vulnerable around me, and while at it, you encourage me to be the same as well. I will never understand the complexity of women and their thinking." the samurai sighed, grumbling in faux annoyance.
"My, my, was that what was on your mind? How lovely of you to be concerned about me. Well, I will tell you a little secret, since you are so curious, but make sure it stays between the two of us, alright?" she giggle softly, almost like a little child kissing her crush on the cheek, and it made Kazan's heart flutter. Was she truly trusting him with a secret? What did he do so worthy to her that she deemed him the perfect candidate as a secret-keeper?
"I would not dare tell your secret even to the Emperor himself, or my father." came the samurai's vow with such seriousness, that made the girl grin.
"You see, women aren't physically strong like men are, but what we lack physical prowess, we make up for our incredible emotional strength. So, I believe that, at least in these times of war and bloodshed, a man's role is to protect the physical body of the woman, while the woman's role is to protect her man's heart and soul. Without balance, there is no future and no happiness, wouldn't you agree? If we don't make the best out of this life, and look at the beauty of the world...Then have we even lived at all?" there was wisdom in the words that Kazan deemed rather naive, and yet...What she said wasn't wrong, per se. In fact, it was true. He was well aware that, with his body, the best he could do was protect her, but he would never be able to sooth her broken heart the same way she does to him...And likewise, he remembered the mirthful laugh he let out when she tried lifting his weapon from the ground.
However, he wasn't going to say anything out loud, and decided that, instead of voicing his opinions, he'd rather grunt and close his eyes, letting sleep take over him, his head still resting on her soft thighs.
Maybe having a wife wasn't as bad as he once thought...
But times change fast - Years pass, lives pass, the river passes...And yet, only one thing doesn't pass, and that is Yamaoka Kazan's rage, which only grew stronger and stronger with each day, and each time he heard himself getting called "The Oni".
He was desperately angry, and not even Y/N's loving touch or sweet voice could save his soul, so much, that in fear of accidentally hurting her, he decided to stay out and train or go on and kill more and more samurai impersonators, hoping to somehow release all his anger and be able to return home.
He knew Y/N would be worrying for him, but she needn't do such a thing, it would only hurt her heart, and that was the last thing he wanted. He was strong, and feared - Who would dare go against Yamaoka Kazan, anyway?
The days away from home multiplied, and he was away for a stupefying month...Y/N must be crying, worried sick. He wasn't afraid of anything physical in this world, yet the thought of her doe eyes shedding tears...It was something he was terrified of, especially if he was the cause of that.
But on the way home, he found a pink lotus flower, and he thought she would love it, so he gently took it with him back home. It was raining, and an ominous feeling crept into Kazan's heart, and he realised there seemed to be an almost dark aura around his home.
It wasn't yet sleeping time, so why were there no candles lit? There was no sign of any living being there? Where were the servants? Where was his beloved Y/N, waiting for him on the porch, playing the flute the way she always did?
Something was not right...
The man rushed inside the house, and as soon as he slammed open the sliding door, he was met with nothing that he expected - Pools of blood on the floor, while the otherwise neutral-coloured walls were splattered with the red liquid, and the corpses of the servants were brutally mangled and thrown around as if they were defect ragdolls.
It wasn't the horrifying sight that scared him, but the fate of his wife - So he made haste and ran to their shared room...And there she was.
In more pieces than she should be in.
Her hair was a mess, her kimono was a mess, her make up was a mess...And she had been tortured, from the way her wounds, slashes and cuts looked on her body.
Who...? Who could do something so...So...Disgusting...To a defenseless woman who had no means of fighting back?
Where was the honour in defeating a weak civilian, such as her? What was the purpose of this massacre?! Was it to anger him? To bring out the Ogre from him? Is it what they all wanted? To see The Oni they feared and hated so much? They got revenge on a small woman, just to get to him?!
"Ah, Kazan, finally. Took you quite a while to return home...I thought her body would rot away and get swarmed with maggots by the time you'd return. And what's that in your hand? A flower? Did you want to apologise to her with a stupid flower? You have caused my daughter immense distress, and yet, she loved you to the very end. You should have seen her cry out your name, praying for you to come back home and save her...But, alas, the Ogre is never home! He is so busy killing, that he didn't realise he killed his own wife! Hahaha! Yamaoka Kazan, you are a pathetic excuse of a man, you could never come close to her strength! I tried everything to get her to tell me your secrets...But she didn't say a word. She ignored me. In the end, she came to hate me, her own father, who cared and loved her since she was born...And she loved you, some spineless monster who knows nothing but carnage!" what...? What was this man saying...? Is he truly implying that he tortured his own daughter to death, for...Information...On him...?
"What...Did you do...?!" red was the only thing he could see, as he couldn't help but stare deep into her dead eyes that still held the fright and agony they last felt when she was still alive.
"I KILLED HER! I KILLED MY OWN DAUGHTER, Y/N! This whole marriage was meant to bring down your stupid family of brutes and uncontrollable monsters! It was meant to kill YOU! But she was stupid! Nothing more than a sentimental woman! She LOVED you, a monster who knows only bloodlust! It's YOUR fault that she is dead, Kazan! YOU killed her! YOU!" her father yelled at him only meaningless gibberish.
In fact, Kazan couldn't comprehend words anymore. Instead, he could only hear whispers - They were soft and feminine...They sounded like Y/N...Could her ghost be talking to him? Was she trying to calm him down one more time, from beyond this world?
Yes, you were a saint, truly...It was a pity you had to meet him...If you hadn't, you'd have still been alive...And your beautiful flute song would still resound around the forest, along with the thrill of the birds.
"I am sorry, Y/N" was the last thing Kazan thought...
As The Oni took over completely, and went on the greatest blood shed known to mankind at that time...
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What am I doing here...? What is this strange place...? It looks nothing like the beautiful flower garden Kazan made for me...So where am I?
The girl looked around like a confused meerkat, asking herself a limitless amount of questions, only to look down and realise her beautiful pink kimono was dirty with mud, and she gasped in shock. How could she let that happen! She can't let Kazan see her like this, what would he think?!
Ah, yes, that's it, just look around for Kazan, he'll surely know what's going on!
However, instead of finding her strong samurai, she saw three other people, all looking of a different race than her, and wearing such strange clothes...
Was she behind fashion, and she had no idea? She was sure she was buying only the best kimonos there were...!
"What are you just standing around for?! Run! We have to repair the generators!" a girl with unnatural coloured hair yelled at her before she sprinted the hell out of there.
Generators...? What are...Generators...? And why is this place so creepy...?
Hold up...This paper wall maze...This was from her home! Yes, that means she was close to home!
She ran through the little maze with a smile on her face, only to see one of the man working very focused on some kind of contraption, and he urged her to help him out.
She sheepishly crouched opposite of him, frightened, but she carefully tried to do something, but instead, a loud noise and sparks came out, and she shrieked in fear, shielding her face as she fell on her back.
"What kind of sorcery is this?!" she cried out, her eyes watering.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you want to die that badly?! Get a grip and do something useful for once!" the man screamed in her face, before running the hell out of there.
Why were they all so rude to her...?
She was so used to her family, her servants, friends and Kazan to be nice with her, that she didn't realise people like these existed too.
A bit shaky, Y/N got up, trying to pat away the dust from her dirty kimono, and continued to look the estate...Only to find her home...But why was it in such a deplorable state...? Surely, she wouldn't allow her beloved home to end up like this...!
As Y/N made her way inside the home, she noticed the scary amount of blood splattered all over the place...Almost as if there was more red than colours of walls an the floor. It was so frightening...And confusing.
Who died here? And how in the world...I mean...She was sleeping, and then...
Oh.
Oh.
No.
She wasn't sleeping...
As soon as she stepped into her room, she didn't notice the blood on the floor, but the discarded pink lotus that laid on her pillow. As she crouched to take the flower in her room, she got a sudden flashback of her memories from the night she died...
She waited for Kazan, and the elderly servant woman was comforting her, pouring her tea and patting her back, as she played the same flute song she did when she first met beloved.
But then, her father paid her a visit...And a true hell was unleashed...
Her own father did something so atrocious...Such a betrayal was nothing she could ever phantom in her own life, and yet, her life was ended not by a stranger, but by her own kin.
As silent tears escaped her eyes and streamed down her delicate cheeks, a loud roar shook the whole estate, and the brusque blurting in the room of a huge man was enough to fright her to fall on the ground with a startled yelp.
And yet...
The raised weapon, the samurai garments he wore...And that Oni mask... There was only one person in the world who could look like this.
"Kazan...?" her voice came out weaker than a whisper, and she wasn't sure if he even heard her calling out his name. For a split second, she was terrified of the thought of that horribly enormous weapon striking her down where she stood, in her own bed, for the second time...And yet...
The monstrously big man dropped his weapon and slowly crouched in front of her, picking up the flower and putting it in her hair, pinning it away from her gorgeous face.
"Y/N...It really is you..." his voice came out as a dark grunt, in fact, in very much sounded like a demon, and yet, his moves and actions seemed more delicate than even this lotus flower.
The girl started laughing from happiness, allowing more tears to escape her eyes, being reunited with the love of her life, and she threw herself in her arms, feeling safer than she ever did in her life.
"I missed you so much, my dear Kazan...I missed you so...I can't believe such things happened to us...And yet, here we are, together again, even in death, even in hell." as she said that, she slowly took away his mask, and revealing his rugged face, obviously one of a man seasoned in war and tortured to death - She put her hand on his cheek, just as he used to do with her, and caressing him, she leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead.
It was meant not only as a lucky charm, but as a 'home sweet home' as well, for there was no home without Kazan's arms wrapped around her protectively...
And there was no home without the petite body of his beloved S/O in his strong embrace, watching her fall asleep.
"I promise you never leave you again, my beloved cherry blossom." he said so, and yet, having been in this Hell longer than her, he knew of the atrocities she, as a Survivor, would have to endure, and the hell the Entity would put on the both of them.
And yet...
If anyone even dares to look at her the wrong way, The Oni would make sure that, no matter how immortal the Killer might be, he would bring an end to them.
He already lost her once, and he's not going to let a tragedy befall her ever again.
Greetings! Can I request headcanons of Venom, Yautja and The Oni with an male s/o who always cooks for them. That's it, I have nothing more
[This is incredibly adorable wtf]
Venom
Venom loves this so much
He loves watching you cook and observing the ingredients and everything you put in your food
Will often try to help you by getting incredients from shelves for you or trying to mix things himself
He ends up making a really big mess and destroying the kitchen
If you ban him from helping he'll just relax next to you and ask to taste things in various stages
Will either complain about an unfinished flavor or try to eat the entirety of one he enjoys
All bets are off if you're making chocolate desserts though that guy is gonna consume the batter the moment you take your eyes off of it
Again, will try to make it up to you by making something of his own
Please do not let him
Yautja/Predator
Doesn't understand why you don't just eat things raw? It's so much easier
Will insist that you try just straight up raw food before he lets you cook for him
It's fresh and nutricious, come on Y/N!
The moment he tastes a homemade meal, though, he gets it
Will devour whatever you put in front of him. He's like a garbage disposal.
Doesn't matter if what you cook for him is garbage in your eyes, it's delicious for him
Will try only once to cook with you, and it doesn't go great, but he gives it a good college try
Prefers to be on the receiving end of your delicious meals though!
Kazan Yamaoka/The Oni
Really appreciates the skill
He feels like it's a more traditionally 'femenine' thing to do so he'd never do it on his own with his values
Being able to make you do it is far easier
He's not a bad cook himself, honestly, but he won't ever cook with you
He'll instead sit across from you and judge your food with the utmost distinguished palette
He's killer Gordon Ramsey basically
Won't hesitate to tell you when something doesn't taste right, but he does it with the hopes that you'll take his advice in and improve yourself next time
