#killdroid x reader

[floofiekins]

drew some blobs..... i think theyre called plums?? idk, i just think theyre cute :) really like mequot :)

[katz-ke]

OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS SCREAMS CWWOULD YOU DO KILLDROID X READER PLEASE KATZ KE I NEEED THIS (/huge nf)

KILLDROID x Y/N

YELLOW sigmus 😈😈👀👀👀👀 GUESS who izz back yet again 2 do anotha quest yessss!,!!

I had loads of fun drawing killdroid (I lof robotz 😤✌️🔥) HOP U ENJOY ur REQUEST !!

Wooohoo furst dod requst kunda nervos 👉👈🥶😜✨

[sumthinganarchy]

I saw your awareness list and bring you;

Since it's a PvP in DoD what if they can just. Hear voice chat. (Is voice cat in the game?)

Anyway, i wonder how many times they've gotten so confused why are there 13 of this same person oh My GOSH-

the killers (and civlians honistly) are so fuckin confused man, killers keep killing the same guy over and over, and the civelians are qesening thier sanity about the whole ordeal.

pursuer defiantly starts looking at it like a game at some point, he never knows if one of the civilians is you or not, but he always know he found you when he can here your mic go "nooooo :(".

harken would see you as an entity like herself, a being from another world. she sees you taking a more "spirit" type role trying to gied the civilians (not what were doing at all). she hopes that you tell them to not make so much noise, but its clear that you yourself don't know not to be so noisy, perhaps she should try having a word with you mid round...

killdroid feels like he's in target practices aiming for the target creating the loudest noise. he finds your squeals when he shoots you to be,, cute.

badware sees you as just the cutest little thing stuck in the form of a civilian. like pursuer, badware finds all this to be a game, unlike pursuer badware wont kill you- just hurt you,, a lot...

the idea that artful could kill someone and that person can just, come back, rocks artful to his very core. you died, how are you back, why are you back??? vengeance? yet you don't seem to be, hardly noticing that you had died earlier that day. the civilians don't seem to notice ether (or maybe their used to it..). he finds you to be unnerving and will ether leave you for last, or not kill you at all. he has a lot to think about.

if you dont play the game for a long time, hell breacks lose, all the killers point fingers at etchother for porhaps finaly killing you. when you do finally return ALL of the killers are up your ass and are trying to be so nice in hopes you wont leave again.

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(you can tell i dont know much of killdroid and badware lol)

(from what i can tell we passed the inspection, so, I PRAY TO GOD, there should be noting going on anytime soon, witch means hopefully i get back to posting more lolz)

[f3ntixx]

I think . I’m the first Killdroid x reader artist EVER!!!!

[thefoxcorner]

OH IM GEEKED okay… could i request killdroid w/ a mechanic reader? bonus if its just a little bit suggestive..

Killdroid x Mechanic!Reader: Repair and Requite

((EEEEE Alright I gotchu I gotchu.. Quick thing tho since the DoD wiki didn't exactly give me a very good idea of his personality he might be A BIT ooc, but that's genuinely just bc the wikis I found gave me NOTHING about his personality or anything.))

You had been a mechanic for the longest time as a sort of hobby turned job. First it started with teenage you fixing some toys or consoles for your friends then you took it a step higher, helping your neighbors with their cars and eventually making your own little automatons. You also, unfortunately, found yourself in a strange realm just like the other survivors or civilians trapped in whatever the hell this endless death loop is, and thus busied yourself with your contraptions and gizmos to keep yourself sane.

Flash forward a year or so into this whole debacle and you found yourself an unlikely rocky ally-ship with the Killdroid. He didn't speak much, at least not to you, only stating matters of fact and various scans or kills he'd gotten or picked up that day. You never minded it, and at one point regretfully enjoyed his company, which brings us to where you are now.

You tinkered and chipped away at a new project you'd been meaning to finish for a while since you've been busy making traps and fixing other such inventions at the request of the other civilians stuck in this hellscape with you. You were lost in thought, your mind swirling with ideas and questions that in the end always circled back to Killdroid. The realization made you shake your head. You couldn't REALLY be so fond of him as to...

[Y/N] Killdroids automated tone waved over you from behind, causing you to stiffen. It was like whatever twisted trickster gods ran this fucked up place just WANTED you to die of embarrassment rather than getting killed in various ways.

"Y-Yeah, Killdroid? What uh- what do you want?" You called back, not bothering to turn around as you heard him shuffle in and plop himself on your work-table.

[I AM BROKEN, AND IN NEED OF YOUR SERVICE.] He called back, tilting his head with a calm whirr as you turned around to see that he looked terrible. His left arm was dislocated and hanging off of the joint by the wires, his right hand was stripped of all outer casing leaving the endoskeletal clawed visage free for all to see, his chest was gashed, one of his shoulder launchers was missing, overall it looked like he got beaten with a bulldozer.

Your eyes widened in shock and slight worry as you ran over to him, grabbing a toolbox and kneeling down to begin working on his legs.

"Jeez, Killdroid did ya get in a fight with a steamroller what happened?" You laughed playfully, glancing up at where his face should be, being met back with the silent emotionless X pattern staring back down at you.

[THE CIVILIANS WERE MORE PREPARED FOR MY ATTACKS TODAY THAN I HAD INITIALLY ASSUMED.] He tilted his head again, headphones threatening to fall off from the motion. You nodded, making quick work of fixing his legs, since they seemed the least damaged. You got up and walked to a nearby cabinet, rummaging around haphazardly for any extra parts that could replace his missing shoulder launcher.

[YOU DO NOT NEED TO REPLACE THE ROCKET LAUNCHER. A SIMPLE REMOVAL OF THE BROKEN PIECES WILL SUFFICE.] He watched you intently, feeling his gaze bore into your back. Turning back around you wandered back to him, some sheet metal and paint in your hands instead.

Hours waged on as you tiredly fixed up Killdroid, sighing in a drowsy victory as you looked at him. He looked as normal as ever now, save for the missing launcher.

"Good as new, buddy." You yawned out, stretching and feeling your muscles relax, bones popping comfortably.

[THANK YOU, Y/N. I AM IN YOUR DEBT FOR THIS SERVICE.] He nodded to you, getting off the work table and walking over to you.

"Anytime, Killdroid." You opened your eyes to be met with Killdroid's featureless face staring down at you, causing your heart to race as you back up a bit instinctively. He stepped closer, head tilting again, much slower this time. Like a predator.

"Uhm... Buddy? Getting a little spooky there." Your shaky voice and higher tone made him pause for a moment, various motors whirring in place before he continued walking towards you.

[YOUR HEART RATE IS RISING.] He lowered his head, looking over your body. To say you were a bit scared was an understatement but you just couldn't bring yourself to run or fight back. Your back met the wall with a small thud, your shoulders tensing as Killdroid stalked up to you until you were eye-level with his chest. He looked down at you, a cold hand coming up under your chin to keep you from looking away.

[YOUR NEURAL SIGNALS ARE TELLING ME YOU ARE NOT AFRAID. YOU WANT THIS. DON'T YOU?] He backs up a bit to lower himself down to be eye-level with you, your heart rate slowing slightly as you weighed what he just said. You knew he was right, you DID want this. And part of you hated it.

You turned away from him, nodding rather sheepishly. Killdroid made a small humming noise in response, leaning over and hoisting you into his arms, causing a small yelp from you.

[GOOD. BECAUSE I TOO WOULD LIKE TO REMAIN WITH YOU.] He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours gently, you assume it's his way of kissing you since he doesn't have a mouth so you reach your hand up to pull him closer, not even noticing him carrying you through your home up to your bedroom. He tosses you on the bed rather carelessly, quickly crawling over you to keep you from getting up.

You stared back at him in minor shock, feeling his cold hands slip under your shirt and tenderly grasp at your hips.

"Wait right now? I mean that's a bit forward- a-and do you even have a-" You were quickly cut off hearing a distorted laugh coming from Killdroid, jolting with a whine as he gripped your hips tighter.

[IF YOU DIDN'T WANT THIS. MY SENSORS WOULD HAVE TOLD ME BY NOW. I HAVE BEEN SCANNING YOUR NEURAL SIGNALS SINCE I CAME HERE. AND YES, I HAVE THE NECESSARY PARTS FOR THIS, ALTHOUGH ARTIFICIAL, I DOUBT YOU MIND MUCH.] His words rang with a correctness that made your cheeks flush with embarrassment and your rational sense spring with the hatred at the fact that he's right. Your thoughts are interrupted hearing a loud hiss coming from a panel on his crotch.

You were in for a long night indeed.

((Tee-hee get cliffhangered mfs /silly))

((No but srsly if you want me to continue this with some juicy smut I can certainly oblige it if asked! Hope you enjoyed the read!))

[melietone]

dod killer kinks next? 🤔

You ask and I deliver hehe /ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ

so here you go!!

Die of Death Killer kinks headcanons

NSFW / MINORS DNI

For the sake of this, i'm gonna ignore the mess that the DoD lore is rn and include Pursuer in this, cuz whoever is crying abt not liking Monstermagic should NOT have permission to change the lore 😭✌️

- Now this probably won't come as a suprise, but Artful definetly has a Praise Kink. With his last performance being that much of a disaster, he sometimes still doubts his skills, so hearing praise from his partner gives him comfort and acts as a safety net. But who said the magician doesn't also feel excitement and a certain tightness in his pants when he hears you praise him like that? You're really boosting his ego so allow him to discard of anything necessary (cough, clothes cough) when you just won't stop praising him!

Also im including Devesto and Mequot as their own characters cuz yeah

not proofread sorry for mistakes 💔

Artful ⊹ ࣪ ˖

- Being with Artful also means he probably uses some of his magic during sex. You're being a bit of a brat? *poof* you're tied up and completely at the magician's mercy and you better be a good girl/boy and listen to him. With consent of course, he can also use spells on you, making you incapable of moving, knocking you out instantly or using an aphrodisiac to make you desperate for his cock and allowing him to use you as his personal toy <3

- Artful in general is also a big fan of pet names, especially using his native language, french to express his love for you. Names like 'mon cœur' (my heart) or 'mon amour' (my love) are the ones that fall most often from his mouth, especially when he's close. He LOVES saying 'Tu me rends folle/fou..' (You're driving me crazy.. (f/m)) during sex because how can he not?? You're just so amazing to him <3

Pursuer ৻ꪆ

- Blood Play (I mean it was obvious), any sight of blood has Pursuer already excited enough but YOUR blood? Especially when you allow him to taste it? He's going wild, lapping away happily, wether it'd be your pussy when you're on your period, or just a wound that won't stop bleeding, he's the happiest he's been.

- Also pretty self explainable, Prey and Hunter dynamic. The adrenaline both of you feel, when you're running away from Pursuer, lungs burning and your legs giving out from the distance and Pursuer quickly closing in on you, pouncing on you when you're catching your breath and just straight up fucking you on the forest floor, is something he is DESPERATE for. (And you too, you just don't know it yet hehe)

- Pursuer also just loves any sounds you make during sex, wether it's a moan, a groan, a whimper, a hitch in your breath or just panting, it REALLY gets him going and sometimes he'll use his voice to mutter out a broken "more.....keep going" just to get you to make more noises

Devesto 𑣲⋆

- Devesto really enjoys tying his partner up, he's a very dominant lover, especially in the bedroom, so he likes being in control of you. He gets a certain kick seeing you all tied up, begging him to touch you or touch him and it only takes a couple tries to get him to fold, because how can he just watch you struggle and cry out for him without a reward in the end? You certainly deserve it for being to good for him..

- Combing it with the one before, Devesto loves teasing and degrading you, calling you a desperate slut for just wanting him to finally fuck you after all the teasing, but he enjoys hearing you beg like that. It makes him want to just grab you and get you to ride his cock until you're begging him to cum and properly fuck you

- Since Devesto is extremely tall (around 7'6 according to the wiki) he definetly has a size kink, his cock is way bigger than the average Robloxian's, so it's going to take some adjustments for you to take him, but it's gonna be so worth it in the end. He knows you're working so hard to take him well and he's definetly going to reward you for it, so expect more than 3 orgasms for being so good to him <3

Killdroid ⚔︎

- I'd like to imagine Killdroid can use his most sensitive wires that connect to each other to form something along the lines of a cock. While he is a robot, they still want to feel a kind of pleasure aswell and he figured out which wires and ports connected to their form are most sensitive, and point it out to you immediately. The second you touch any of those areas, Killdroid feels a strange, but definetly welcome sensation

- Since alot of this stuff is fairly new to Killdroid they tend to overheat VERY quickly, making it fairly possible for him to just shut off during sex. But luckily they have given consent to you, in cases like this, to keep using his limp body for your own pleasure. They dont like making you wait, so giving you this opportunity, giving you the chance to pleasure yourself with him even when they overheat, makes him very happy <3

- While Killdroid's guns might look fairly intimidating, they're able to retract if you feel uncomfortable around them. On the other hand, if you take interest in them, Killdroid might allow you ride them, even with explosives still in!! Seeing fear in your eyes also kind of gets him off, as he learned during your first encounter...

Badware ₍^. .^₎Ⳋ

- Again, I personally think, while Badware canonically is just a virus, he has a physical form and uses it quite frequently. Wire play, is a huge kink (obviously). His physical body is a bit poorly constructed robot, so there sre alot of sensitive wires you can play with to get different reactions out of him.

- Speaking of, Badware LOVES using his wires to tie you up,leaving you at his complete mercy, especially when he can use his robotic body to drill into all of your holes <3

- I'd like to imagine that Badware can use his body to do various things, like vibrating. When he's feeling lazy he'll just let you sit in his lap and use this vibration to get you to cum. He feels especially cocky after this, not even moving a muscles to get you off, but you love it, don't you?

Mequot ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

- While Mequot seems like a very reserved Robloxian around others, they can be VERY clingy around their partner, so it's natural they want to at least try everything, their partner suggests, out.

- Mequot is a switch, but more leaning to submissive, since they are fairly weak. Them being ressurected from being stabbed, the constant blood loss and pain makes them bodily unstable, but that doesn't mean they're not gonna still try to at least please their partner!!

- LOVES dry humping, since it doesn't require a ton of effort but still gives off the same effect. They love grinding against your body, anything that has your smell on it, espsecially when they miss you. They can't help it really, they love being around you and you're the only one who can get them to cum this hard, without even really touching them!! <3

- Mequot enjoys oral sex alot. If they could, they would spend all their time eating your pussy while you squirt on their face or sucking your cock until you're begging them to stop <3

Harken ‧₊ ♪

- Now as we know, Harken can't stand noises at all, so there's different ways as to how sex with her could go...

- She LOVES gagging you, obviously because it makes your noises way quieter, but also because she does get a certain kick out of seeing you that helpless under her, knowing she can control wether you're loud or not!

- You might have to explain to her, that these noises are actually something positive. She might need some time to understand it, but i'd like to believe she would get it after some time

-After that she might actually let you make noises during sex, especially after you both find out she gets rougher and faster when she gets put into this kind of 'noise zone' (dom Harken pls save me...)

- If Harken herself is a bit lazy, she'll guide you through your own mastrubation, showering you in little praises and telling you in the most soothing voice you'll ever hear, where exactly you should touch yourself to feel the most pleasure..how she knows it? Not sure, but with her by your side every orgasm will feel better than the one before <3

Im finished!! Sorry if this might suck, not sure why i picked my second nsfw writing to be an eldritch being, 2 robots and a being from a different dimension 😭 but i still hope you liked it ahhh <33

[scribbledswans]

✦ repairs

An unfamiliar machine comes to you for repairs.

WARNINGS: None really. Implied violent intentions but thats it.

notes: This is a killdroid fic but because theres LITERALLY FUCKING NOTHING of this guy i have to write

this work was also posted on ao3

The house has never known anything but you inside of it.

You don't live close to civilization. Your nearest town is far enough to warrant anyone to call your home "the middle of nowhere", which is how you preferred it. Cities have too many variables, and no matter where you are or who you're working with there's always some jackass telling you they could do your job better. They're always wrong, and there's a reason you're always called in to fix someone else's mistake.

As such, It's notable whenever someone appears at your residence asking you to fix a problem, though not too uncommon that it would make you skeptical. What does make you weary, is that this time it's not knocking at your front door— it's clattering. from your garage. Continuous clattering, like something was trying in vain to pick up the loudest object ever and kept accidentally knocking it away with it's feet.

So, as discreetly as you can, you find the spare pipe you'd been hanging on to (just in case it would be useful) and head into your garage. The commotion had long since stopped, transitioning into something closer to the sounds of scavenging. Stealing has never been a problem for you, so you figured this guy was looking for something specific.

Only, it would have been if the guy in question wasn't a bright red robot sifting through your boxes for something. 

You hesitate. That gives the robot just enough time to notice your presence and hold a rocket launcher in your direction. An oil trail starts from the open garage door, pooling beneath your unexpected visitor.

["You are the owner of this equipment."]

It's voice is robotic and commanding, but there's a strangled sense of urgency underneath its tone. 

Time is of the essence. Bewilderment overpowers any fear just enough for you to act like an idiot. 

"You're bleeding on my floor."

It doesn't lower the rocket launcher, merely tilts its head at you before looking down at its destroyed arm and heavily damaged torso. It doesn't take long for the dots to connect.

["If you do not repair… this—"] It gestures to its destroyed parts for you to look at. ["I will kill you."]

You remember something about metal pipes having a weakness to explosives in your childhood games of 'rock-paper-scissors'. Clearly you're at a disadvantage, so you nod.

You pull up a stool for it, the uncomfortable sound of metal creaking against itself when it sits. You're praying nothing important is broken, because it's clear this thing is made of parts you absolutely do not have any chance of finding. While you contemplate and gather your tools, The robot watches you with what can only be described as intensity, tracking your movement even as you shuffle behind it to grab a rag.

"Do I get to have a hint as to what specifically is damaged?" You ask, taking the rag and carefully cleaning up any leaking oil from the surrounding area.

The machine doesn't respond immediately, probably processing for an acceptable answer.

 ["A small explosion caused debris to sever a pump carrying hydraulic oil."] 

You sigh. That's not too terrible, but it still makes your job pretty complicated.

After you clean up the remaining fluid, you remove the damaged chestplate (with some amount of struggle due to a lack of assistance) and the casing around the damaged arm.

You're not in a robotics field by any means— Your specialty is cars and electrical. You've taken apart robots and looked at them before, of course, but many of those were simple machines. This beast in front of you is infinitely more complex than any machine you've worked on, which isn't favorable in a position where your livelihood is on the line if you can't repair this thing's hydraulics. But you're as stubborn as you are smart— and that happens to be a good thing, just this once.

It takes hours, feeling closer to surgery than anything else you've done— Avoiding wires and other mysterious things you've never seen before just to replace one hydraulic cylinder. It's a miracle you even had anything that could fit inside of this thing— Your hoarding of parts serves you well today.

The ruby red machine stretches its arm slowly, testing the range of motion before finally, finally, lowering its weapon out of your face. You breathe a quiet sigh of relief, using the previously soiled rag to clean up any leftover fluid that leaked while you were repairing this enigma. Sweat and oil is smeared across your forehead and in your hair, permanently staining your clothes.

"Should be all good now." You say, slinging the dirty rag over your shoulder. "I don't think I could've done any better with what i currently have. If you somehow manage to find that exact part, you can—"

It stands. Sudden, forceful, towering over you with the kind of presence that would probably have you cowering in fear if it weren't for your idiotic fascination with this things origin. The machine looks down at you as it places its mangled casing back onto its body with ease.

["Do not tell anyone about this."] It says, clearly not stating a request. ["Forget I was here, for your safety."]

You blink. 

It wasn't phrased like a threat, either.

"Uh… Sure." Scratching your neck, you look at the now dried oil trail on your floor. "As I was saying… if you can find the exact part that got damaged, come back and iI'll replace the one I gave you."

The machine doesn't respond. It stands there and looks at you for what is an uncomfortable amount of time in your opinion, and leaves without a word.

You spend the rest of your day wondering about the origins of the mystery machine. 

It's too complex to be someones rogue project, and a little too messy to be a finished machine. A prototype, maybe.

The government is always doing some shady shit, so you wouldn't put it past them to build some sort of killer robot on accident.

Your eyes roam the oil trail left by your visitor.

You should really clean that up.

[miraramustuff]

Killdroid x GN!reader | |

Tw : smut, pre-haywire!killdroid, ooc killdroid, they/it/he killdroid pronouns, you/your reader pronouns, rough sex.

Maybe is the way you tend to overwork yourself that you ignore sexuality needs that make you feels this way. But everytime you look at that robotic bodyguard you always feels thing in you tomach.

“[YOU ARE PENT UP, LET ASSIST YOU WITH THAT]”

“Huh?”

You don't remember to program them with that..

And that how you got into this position, with your ass up and your hole got thrusted with his length. You don't know how program him to do this, but you will got more overwork to fix this—

“A-ah! S-slow down!”

On top of that it also like to play rough with, with how much harder and faster they thrusting you wouldn't be suprise if someone hear you from outside the room.

Clearly someone who design his length don't know how much average civilian can handle, because the length is to wide with long size—you literally have to open up your hole so much for his length to go in, even then is still half his length.

You literally can't do this anymore, your brain feels foggy—you can't think clearly. And when you feels like you about to come it take his length out—making you look at your back to put it back in.

Before you event can request that, they already put it length in with so much force that all of his length is in your hole and with that you squirted all over his length and the table that you in.

And with that, you take your time to regulate your breath. You swear to whatever the to find who responsible to this.

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Reader : What do you means you don't you program it to have sex!?!?

A/n : yeah as, this is my first time writing a fanfic again after so many time. So i hope you enjoy it.