Amanda appreciates that you’re so good at reading people. Or in this case mask expressions. She doesn’t like to take her mask off, even outside trails. This means that if you want to get to know her, you need to get to know her through the mask. Her mask isn’t very expressive but there are clues you can look for to figure out how she’s feeling. A head tilt means she’s listening, her head going back means she’s annoyed. Amanda says a lot with very little once you learn how to read her.
Her eyes show a lot of emotion and you often stand so that you can see them clearer in the light. She thinks it’s odd you’ll stand just off to the left or directly in front of her but there’s a reason. Pig isn’t going to stop you from doing what you want, even if it’s going to get you hurt. She thinks it’s funny when you go to get a better angle and then trip on a tree root or step into a hole. Her laughter might sound mocking but it’s one of the only times you hear her laugh so you’ll take it.
She will get jealous if you spend time reading the other killers like you do her. She wants to be special to you and takes that very seriously. Even if you’re only doing it to stay alive, a part of her is going to be huffy. Make sure to spend extra time with her or ask her what she wants to do. Amanda will take things into her own hands and if you really want to see her face, this might be a good way to gently hint that she needs to express herself. The Pig might grumble but she does care about you and wants you to be happy.
The Huntress:
It’s not something that Anna notices at first, she’s too busy watching you. You’re so interested in the world around you that it can be hard to look away. She’s drawn to you like a moth to flame. It takes some time for her to notice that more often than not you’re staring back at her. She knows that it’s hard to tell what she looks like and where her attention is, her mask is designed that way on purpose. Even so, you always seem to know when she’s watching and it makes her feel good to have so much of your attention.
It can unnerving to be the center of your attention; you read her so well and it makes her feel vulnerable. Anna isn’t use to being the one exposed, the one hunted. There’s a part of her that likes it and another that hates it. When she first realizes that you can read her like a book she’s not pleased, not taking it out on you but stomping around trials. As she gets used to it and understands that it’s part of how you express your affection, it gets a lot easier for her to handle. On bad days it can still be too much and she’ll end to spend some time alone before spending time with you again.
Anna is fairly neutral if you’re good at reading other people. It makes her smile behind her mask when you route other killers or tease the other survivors. She doesn’t get jealous easily but when she does, it’s with other killers who have masks. She knows the kind of focus you have to have to read them that well and it can make her feel insecure. Give her extra affection after trails like this and all will be forgiven.
The Artist:
She thinks that it’s fitting you’re able to read her so well. Carmina isn’t very expressive anymore and does her best to come off as cold and elusive. She can’t deny that she’s been drawn to you but the better you get at reading her, the more she wants to follow you. It’s your eyes she later realizes, when the urge to stalk is gone and she’s thinking about the trial. She loves your eyes; even more so when they’re fixed on her. She becomes determined to keep your attention as much as possible.
It’s not hard for Carmina to keep you entranced; she has a presence that’s hard to ignore but when you’re in her sights? You’re only torn away when it’s forced. It doesn’t start as love, it’s defiantly fascination but it goes from like to love quickly. She loves that she hardly needs to say anything, one glance and you know what she’s feeling. It’s a power rush she hasn’t felt in a while and she embraces it completely.
Carmina begins to show off when she knows you’re looking, making things seem completely random but it’s all for you. It’s flattering to see new pieces of art that relate to you in some way. It’s not super obvious but it may be more use of your favorite color or a landscape you enjoy. She’s not easily jealous but she does get annoyed if people have no idea you’re together. When she wants everyone to know they will and then her affection can overflow like a river.
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💀 I know I had one out already, but I decided to update it! I didn't know how to write some characters I had down, and so I'm updating this lol
💜 Characters and What I'm Willing to Write:
Dead by Daylight:
💀 Killers: Albert Wesker, Ghostface, Huntress, The Legion (all of them), Nurse, Oni, The Shape, Pig, Plague, Pyramid Head, Trapper, Trickster--if you don't see who you'd like on the list, send a request and I can try my best<3 Survivors: I basically write for all survivors!
Slashers:
💀 Bo Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire, Bubba Sawyer, Corey Cunningham (Halloween Ends), Ghostface (Billy, Stu, or poly!), Lester Sinclair, Michael Myers (Rob Zombie, 1978, and our beloved peepaw), Vincent Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Pennywise (1986, 2017, and Welcome to Derry)
Creepypasta:
💀Ben, Ticci Toby, Slenderman, Jeff the Killer, Homicidal Liu, Masky, Hoodie, Dark Link, LJ, EJ, (for now, I’ll probably add onto this once i’m more comfortable with writing for the characters!)
What I Will Write:
💀Headcanons, NSFW, Oneshots/shorts, SFW-I also write x fem!reader, x!pregnant reader, x male!reader, and x gn!reader—they’re also tagged accordingly too!💜
What I WON'T Write:
💀 Any age gap relationships, I*cest, R*pe, P*dophilia, anything potentially triggering for anyone! Plus, morals won’t allow that
❗️minors don’t interact! stuff i reblog may be suggestive❗️
**if there are any questions, don't be afraid to ask me, my loves!**
Hello!! I'm not the same anon but I was wondering If you could so the s/o bursting into tears request with some of the female slashers? ( Specifically Anna and Amanda [ seperate ])
Hell yeah, that one was fun :)
Warnings: cursing in Amanda's story
Wordcount: 1824 words
Baby Firefly
Oh, Baby is so sweet, just like always.
She'll also wake up, her sleep is too light for her not to.
She turns around, sleep clinging to her eyelashes as she lazily mumbles a few incoherent questions.
As soon as she hears the silent cries, she's wide awake and leaning over you to make sure you're fine and in no need of help.
Baby may ask too many questions but it's fine. If you don't answer them, she'll just wrap her arms around you, whispering a few hushed praises into your ear.
Baby hates seeing you cry, it honestly breaks her heart. Therefore, she provides really good comfort.
The night is hot once again, dry Texan air blowing through the open window. You lay next to your sleeping lover, clenched fists pressed against your chest in an attempt to stop the noises.
It doesn't help and you soften your muscles, falling slack as tears dampen the sheets beneath your head.
'This is stupid', you think to yourself, angry at your own "incapability" to stop the crying. Your opinion doesn't stop the tears from falling and you sigh into your hands, breaths shaky and rushed.
Unfortunately, your back is facing Baby, otherwise, you would have seen her adorable yawn as her eyes slowly flutter open. Glancing around the room with lidded eyes, her brow cocks up, confused about the time.
She's about to mumble a flirty question as to what woke her up in the middle of the night as your sobs hit her ears.
Baby is leaning over your shoulder in an instant, warm breath hitting your wet cheek. Her brows are furrowed, worry evident in the blue eyes.
"Aw, sweet cheeks... What's wrong?", she's quick to whisper, tender hands running up and down your arms, filling you with a small sense of comfort.
You try to answer but all that leaves your mouth is a broken sob and a hiccup, making Baby frown. She wraps her arms around you and turns you to face her.
"Sugar, it's alright if you can't talk about it, mkay?", her voice is soft and sweet, like honey in milk as she keeps whispering sweet words into your ears.
"We can talk about it in the mornin', hm?", she mumbles and softly envelops you, "For now, we just gotta make you feel better."
She is holding you as if you're glass, precious porcelain that she doesn't want to hurt but her grip is still tight enough to be grounding. A wave of gratitude washes through you and you bury your head in her shirt, inhaling the smell of the sweet body wash she uses.
The tears wetting her shirt before, slowly decline. With the help of her soothing hand rubbing circles on your back, you soon calm down, shaky breaths slowly stabilizing.
Baby doesn't stop slowly massaging you back and you send a grateful smile her way. It's tiny but it makes her heart throb with adoration.
"There you go. Good job.", she coos into your ear. Her lips find your temple and she presses a tender kiss on it, warm lips a nice sensation on your skin.
"Now...", Baby whispers against your temple, "Get some sleep, alright?"
𝔸𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘
Amanda herself has problems sleeping. Night terrors keep her awake, be it guilt, nightmares, or just the inability to calm down and sleep.
Therefore, she'll probably be awake without you knowing. She normally doesn't confront you about her own troubles, she doesn't want to weigh you down with her problems.
She'll notice your crying and be very careful about it. Amanda doesn't know why you're crying and she doesn't care at that moment, but she doesn't want to trigger it any more.
From experience, she knows that being comforted is way better than being asked about the reason so she chooses to just swallow her curiosity and help you first.
She's surprisingly tender in these situations, something you wouldn't expect from her.
Amanda's thoughts are filled with curses. Today has to be one of the worst days to not get any sleep. They have an entire giant trap planned for tomorrow, and of course, right now she doesn't get any sleep.
She readjusts her pillow, propping her head up more so she can stare at the wall in front of the bed. A few polaroids are glued to it, a decoration that makes her think of you.
Huffing, she glances over to spot your back facing her. A smile quickly washes over her features at the sight of you. Amanda is so grateful for you in her life. You may be the first good thing that happened to her in years.
Leaning over, she wraps her arms around your torso, or at least she tries to because the small sounds leaving your opened mouth stop her from doing so.
"Fuck, you're awake.", she whispers, now using her elbow to support her upper body. She sends a worried glance your way, anxiety washing over her features when you still won't turn around.
"Hey..", she softly murmurs, voice hushed so she doesn't scare you. Frowning, she softly reaches for your arm, moving you to face her.
Your eyes are red and swollen, cheeks wet from the tears leaking down your face. Amanda's heart breaks at the sight and she pulls you closer, chin resting on your head.
"Shh..", she manages to coo, "It's alright."
Her voice calms you down a bit but you still reach out to clench her shirt in between your fists. Amanda reacts as well and starts rubbing slow circles on your back, calming the panicked breaths you have been taking thus far.
"I'm here, you're safe.", she keeps mumbling, pressing a few small kisses to your head every now and then.
After a few minutes you manage to calm down, already feeling bad for the stuff you've done to her shirt. It's crumpled where you clenched it, and on her chest, a giant spot indicates your earlier breakdown.
Sniffling you whisper an apology into her body and Amanda chuckles.
"Nothing there to apologize for.", she answers, smiling against your skin. She leans back a bit so she can face you, brown eyes facing you with a seriousness that makes your heart swell, "Now... wanna talk about it?"
You shake your head, no, talking about it will only make you cry again.
Amanda nods understandingly and pulls you closer again, fingers continuing to move up and down your back, "That's alright. You should still try to get some sleep though, okay?"
Nodding, you yawn into her shirt and Amanda smiles against your skin. Her lips find your scalp again and this time, they rest there for a bit longer.
"Alright then. Sleep well."
𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤
Oh, you're about to be pampered.
There's a chance that Anna doesn't wake up but I think usually she does, simply because since she's been sleeping in a bed with you, she's been glued to your side. Her giant arms just lock you in place so if you move, she's quick to notice.
And oh boy, when she hears you cry, her motherly tendencies will go through the roof. She would even rock you back to sleep if you want her to.
Anna isn't too curious so as long as it wasn't her or someone else who made you cry, she's fine with not knowing.
She's super soothing and comforting, honestly, I think she's one of the best "slashers" out there to be comforted by.
The sound of the fireplace, mixed with the dark sounds of the woods at night would be so comforting if it wasn't for the small sobs leaving your lips. Why must you always ruin everything.
The thought hurts more than it should and you let out a pained breath, tears blurring your vision.
You can already feel Anna moving next to you and curse under your breath. You always annoy her with your problems, yet she never ever comes to you for hers. Pathetic.
Biting the soft skin on your hand, you try to muffle the noises coming from you. It's no good though, the woman next to you is already waking up, groaning as her eyes flutter open.
You pretend to be asleep, try to avoid the conflict this situation will cause but Anna's too attentive for that.
"дорогой?", she whispers, bed creaking as she leans over to examine your face. You can feel her hot breath on your damp cheeks and before you know it, you open your eyes, glancing at her through the tears.
Worry is evident in her glance and you want to slap yourself for causing it. Instead of doing that, you raise your hands to rub the tears away that are still clinging to your lashes.
Anna tenderly pushes your hands aside and soon her own, larger one is cupping your face, wiping away the excess fluid. Her brown eyes hold a loving sparkle and your heart swells. You don't think you deserve that look.
"What's wrong, hm?", her voice is hoarse from sleep and the concern in it makes you want to cry again, "Tell Anna."
You open your mouth but all words seem to have left your mind so you close it. The tears rise once again, and Anna just nods and pulls you closer.
With you in her grasp, she sits up, holding your torso to her chest while she softly rubs patterns into your back. She's so warm, so comforting and so familiar, you can't help but start sobbing again.
Anna hums at that, hoarse voice vibrating inside of her chest. Then, she starts rocking with you in her arm. It's just a small movement, nothing more, but you sigh in relief and comfort, breathing shakily from the sobs.
Noticing how moving helps you, she starts humming a melody. It's a bit out of tune since she just woke up, but to you, her groggy voice sounds breathtaking.
So you stay there, Anna's body pressed against yours while you calm down by solely focusing on her voice, her even breaths, and the way her chest moves.
The fewer tears you cry, the more tired you become and Anna notices it. She stops her rocking and moves to lay down again, never once stopping her humming, or loosening her grip.
Resting next to her, you move closer and bury your face in her shirt. Anna interrupts her melody and chuckles, a deep, masculine sound that makes your cheeks redden.
"Good?", she asks in her broken English and you nod, whispering a quiet 'thank you' into her body. Anna nods and pulls you closer again.
You're tired from the earlier outburst and your lover knows it. She's humming more quietly now, not wanting to disturb your relaxed state. Her arms are still stroking your back and you sigh quietly as you drift off.
The last thing on your mind is Anna, and the hushed 'Я люблю вас' she whispers before you fall asleep.
hi !! i love ur hcs and writing sm!! can i request some piggie hcs? sfw and nsfw r both fine !! tysm !!!! 💗💗
thank you!!!😁 these aren’t very good as wasn’t too sure how pig is perceived, specifically nsfw but i tried my best!! hope you enjoy!!
Amanda Young | The Pig - SFW:
She likes to scare you in trials, crouching towards you and grabbing onto you. It still gets you every time even though you know it’s coming at some point.
Doesn’t want to put traps on you, knows they’re painful and also it runs the risk of your head blowing up. Of course she doesn’t want to see that.
Cuddles you loads, makes sure to give you lots of kisses as well to make up for whatever happened in your trials.
Likes to tease you. Pinches your cheeks when she makes you blush.
You do the same to her, which is amusing because she acts like she hates it. But really, she finds it endearing.
Secretly has the need to be reassured. Tell her you won’t leave her, and that she’s your one and only. Hug her, let her be the little spoon. Then she’ll know for sure you want her. And it’ll make her happy.
Amanda Young | The Pig - NSFW:
She’s small so she likes to top, however she mostly lets you take the lead.
Loves to go down on you. Thinks of it as a way to make up for her hurting you in trials.
Hair pulling. Watch out for this, because she adores both her hair being pulled, but also tugging at yours until she gets some sort of sound out of you.
Before you get into anything though, she likes to tell you every single thing she loves about your body. You smile, then tell her to shut up and get on with it.
Make sure you admire her also, it turns her on simply knowing you’re turned on by her.
If this is dark enough and you're cool with writing it... Knife kink headcanons with DBD Amanda Young, please?
Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Knife Kink, Blood, Implied Blood Kink, Injury to Reader, Implied Murder, Implied Canon Typical Violence, Aftercare, Wound Care
Amanda has a lot of weapons she enjoys. Usually they’re more complicated; the trickier the trap, the more fun it is watching people panic to try and figure it out. With you it’s different. She wants to play with you but not kill you. You’re the one to suggest a knife and Amanda has to think it over before she agrees. If you’re willing to let her carve you up she’s going to jump at the chance.
She never thought she would enjoy knife play as much as this. Oh sure, watching people bleed is one thing but this? Watching the goose bumps break out over your skin, the slight indents from the knife creating trails. It’s mesmerizing. The more sensitive your skin the better. Amanda likes to watch you shiver and squirm and if your skin reacts, even better.
She can’t resist making you bleed, even if it takes begging on her part for you to agree. Amanda knows enough not to do anything too deep but she does want your wounds to stay a while. She loves watching blood drip down your sides, rolling from your hips down your legs. She wants to get you off as you bleed, groaning every time you thrust into her mouth to avoid the blade.
She’s going to get off during the session, either during or after. If you’re up for fucking, Amanda will ride you with everything she has. If you want to rest, she’ll kiss all over your skin, tasing your blood as she fucks herself open. You may have to remind her to help you clean up your wounds but she’s diligent in making sure everything is clean. She wants to do this again sometime.
Could you do nsfw scenarios of Trapper, Michael, Pig and Ghostface reacting to hearing the reader moan their name because they're having a wet dream about them?
Warnings: Sexual Situations, Sex, Wet Dreaming, Voyeurism, Watching While Sleeping, Stalking. Masturbation, Non Con Masturbation, Touching While Asleep, Somnophilia, Getting Off
Trapper:
Evan isn’t trying to catch you doing anything, he’s just out on his normal patrol of his area. He hears whimpering and decides to check it out. At first, he thinks that it’s some of the other Survivors sneaking out to have sex and there’s not way in hell he’s letting them get away with that. Not on his land. They can go fuck in Myers’ house if they want the thrill.
When he sees that it’s you, he’s more confused. Especially when it turns out your alone and asleep. How the hell can you be comfy here? You’re curled up between two huge tree roots, legs kicking a little and whimpering. He watches you for a minute, debating about waking you up or leaving you to it. That’s when he hears you moan his name.
Evan freezes, mostly because he doesn’t know if he heard you right or is dreaming. When you do it again, louder now and squeezing your legs tightly he chuckles. He watches you squirm for a while before turning and walking back to his place. His pants are a lot tighter now and he wants to go deal with that. Hopefully the crick in your neck will encourage you to seek him out for real next time.
Michael Myers:
He’s more than a little annoyed that someone is in Haddenfield outside of a trial. He barely tolerates it when he gets to kill people if he’s honest but outside of trails? Someone must have a death wish. At first, it’s just a feeling on invasion and then he hears the moaning. Michael is seriously going to kill whoever it is, no questions asked.
Because it’s you, he doesn’t stab right away but its still an option on table. He has a slight…affection for you. Or according to Freddy he does. Not that he pays attention to what that idiot says. He’s still debating about what to do when you moan out his name, rolling over onto your side. He keeps watching, letting you moan his name a few more times before making his move.
You wake up with a face full of dirt, sputtering as you sit up. Your upper half is on the ground, your legs still on the picnic table you had been laying across. You have no idea where you are but quickly move back as Michael stands over you. You take off without knowing what’s going on. He lets you get a head start before following after you. You might be cute but that doesn’t mean that he’s going to let you get away with trespassing.
Ghostface:
Danny is ecstatic when he hears someone getting off. He has a whole book of Survivors having ‘fun’ and is always looking to add to his collection. It takes a while to find you; after a bit he wonders if he’s lost the trail. Or if maybe he’s making things up. Ghostface almost literally trips over your spot, grinning behind his mask as he sees you.
You’re dressed in nightclothes and he wonders if you were sleep walking or something like that. The way you’re moaning and whimpering doesn’t leave anything up to the imagination. Danny almost moans out loud when you moan his name, body going hot. This is a dirty fantasy come to life for him.
There’s no way he’s going to pass this up. He quickly tugs his pants off, taking his cock in hand and staring right at you. He does his best to stay quiet, trying not to let you know that he’s getting off. It’s just so addicting, seeing you get off to him but not knowing he’s getting off too. Danny is going to jerk off as long as you sleep, drawing it out and cumming as many times as he can. Hopefully you wake up and want to join him.
The Pig:
It’s hard to hear the whimpers over the groan of machinery but Amanda has had a lot of practice. She has no idea how someone got in here but oh well, more fun for her. There is a moment where she wonders if it’s a video that somehow got turned on but quickly dismisses it when she sees you.
You’re curled up on one of the couches, hips grinding slowly, moaning to yourself. She’s torn between being impressed and laughing her ass off. Amanda grins to herself, crouching next to you. She could put your head in a trap. It would be more to watch you wake up and panic. Or…
You wake up to a sensation between your legs, bucking into the air before your eyes open. You gasp loudly, mouth opening as you take in Amanda on top of you. She’s grinding into your crotch, a grin on her face. You don’t get a chance to say anything before she’s undoing your pants and rubbing against you. You whimper and throw your head back, pushing towards her. Oh well, you’d have to talk about this later.
Amanda says yes to going diving when you first propose it. She’s never been and you’re so excited that she doesn’t even think of saying no. The two of you travel to the nearest ocean, even if it’s a bit of a drive. She gets antsy the longer she’s away from her center of operations but you’re worth any anxiety. She lets you take the lead in getting the equipment, content to be there once you set everything up.
It takes her a little while to get used to the air tank; she relies on speed and she’s slower now with the added weight. Amanda gets used to it quickly, thinking that the flippers are funny. She follows you into the water and let’s you take her to a spot that you read about.
She loves being under the water and seeing everything. The feeling of floating is one that she immediately gets, zipping around and having no issues navigating. Being so close to the sea life is something that she’s never got to experience before and she can spend hours down there checking things out.
Amanda is going to try and touch all the things that could kill her. Sharks, eels, poisonous fish; you name it and she’s been chasing it around. You want to scold her but she’s too quick to catch and she begins to cackle with glee. It’s cute, watching her have fun. You put a stop to it once you notice her stalking you through the coral. She tries to get you to run so she can chase you but no way. Running on land is exhausting enough; in the water? She can wait until your rental time is up.
Could I request The Trapper Pig and Trickster having a heated make out with their crush reader during a trial, marking and claiming their crush for themselves? Kinda NSFW if possible!
Warnings: Implied Canon Typical Violence, Stalking, Making Out, Implied Sexual Situations, Grinding
The Trapper:
Evan had been in a mood the entire trial. He was on your ass from the beginning, focusing solely on you and chasing you down. The others had let you take over keeping him distracted and you were doing your best. All the gens were almost done and you knew for a fact you weren’t going to make it.
He corners you near the exit doors, the others running off once he tosses you over his shoulder. Your back hits the wall hard and you don’t have time to react before his mouth is on yours.
He’s insistent against your mouth, his tongue pushing inside and rubbing against yours. You groan, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He doesn’t hesitate to nip and suck at your neck, leaving marks against your skin. Evan grinds against you hard and you moan, lifting your hips as he grabs at your pants. No way you were going to complain right now; Evan only acts like this every so often.
The Pig:
She hadn’t been giving you much attention during this trail, chasing after Kate and trying to stop the gens from popping on. Amanda seemed to have something on her mind during the trail and you resign yourself to being ignored. All that changes when Jeff catches you falling out of one of the windows.
Amanda must have been close because the moment Jeff puts you on the ground and the two of you agree that you’re ok, she’s there. Her knife barely misses him and the two of you take off. She’s hot on your heels, making you take tighter and tighter turns until she’s able to tackle you.
There’s no pain, only the feeling of her mouth against your own. She’s insistent, biting and nipping at your lips until you open them. You try to push her away to breathe but she doesn’t let up, groaning as your fingers grip at her back. It’s hard to focus as her hands go down to yank your pants off. You’ll ask her what’s up once she gets this out of her system.
The Trickster:
It’s not hard to tell that the Tricker is in a mood. He’s been teasing everyone; throwing knives and chasing but causing no pain. You have no idea what’s gotten into him and it takes a while to figure out that he’s been herding you.
You don’t know where the hole comes from; one minute you’re running and the next you’re sprawled out on the ground. You groan, ankle throbbing and roll onto your back, looking at your leg in confusion. Ji-Woon’s laughter makes you look up, the man leaning over you.
You’re convinced he’s going to slit your throat as he yanks you to your feet, a wild look in his eyes. You’re not expecting him to kiss you, tongue sliding into your mouth as you gasp. He slams you against a tree, leg sliding between your own and pressing close. You don’t protest, wrapping your arms around his neck. Better this then dead.
