If you’re taking requests, any HCS for Myers, bubba, pyramid head, Frank Morrison, the wraith, etc. would be sooo lovely to read! Angst, fluff, smut, it doesn’t matter. Just love your works and love to see an active dbd writer!! Take care :P
notes. opting to leave frank out bc i have two drafts that have him in it so <3 but thanks for sending in a request!! i love dead by daylight. i love writing dead by daylight.
premise. they've taken an interest in a survivor.
includes. the shape, the cannibal, the executioner, and the wraith.
warnings. canon-typical violence, various lengths, gn!reader, survivor!reader, obsession, unhealthy attachments, numerous mentions of reader death but it's never permanent or in detail, pre-relationship for all but romantic (and obsessive) intentions heavily implied.
THE SHAPE
Michael has never shown an interest in anyone before, not without it being followed by murderous intent. And the first couple trials after you found yourself in the fog, he didn't really pay you any mind. You were another victim, another person for him to murder.
Something changes, one trial, and he's not sure what.
There's this fire in your eyes that he's never noticed before, a fire that has this strange itch settling in his chest. An itch that only seems the grow, the longer you manage to evade him.
He wanted nothing more than to snuff that fire out, because... that's what that feeling means, right?
You're not entirely sure what you did to catch his attention, but you wish you knew so that you could stop. Being targeted whenever you wind up in a trial with him isn't a fun experience, and he just completely ignores the other survivors unless they actively get in the way of him getting to you. At the end of the day (or… night?), it was whatever.
At least, until you started to catch him watching you outside of trials.
You didn't even know that was possible until Sable pointed him out to the other survivors ("Hey, isn't that the Michael guy?" She asked, jerking her head in his direction. Everyone around the campfire had gone quiet, and just behind the trees, you could vaguely make out a vague outline of the murderer.) It had unnerved the others, but you knew that he was only there to watch you. You could feel his gaze practically boring a hole through you.
The Entity, for whatever reason, saw no issue with Michael's strange little obsession with you, much to your dismay.
And Michael… he doesn't understand why, but no matter how many times he kills you, that itch never goes away. Your death never brings him any satisfaction, and it's starting to frustrate him, honestly. Clearly, there's something wrong with you. This is your fault.
And it really isn't until he sees you being buddy-buddy with one of the other survivors that it actually begins to click.
He's attached, in a weird, murderous way.
For reasons unknown, he's started to perceive you as his. There's no telling when the change happened, but you pick up on it immediately. Instead of targeting you, he seems to target whoever you're close to in trials.
The change is jarring, and other survivors start to pick up on it as well. You're seen as Michael's favorite now, even though it really doesn't feel like it. They've started to avoid you because of it, in hopes that maybe they'll be spared a brutal death in the next trial.
You have noticed that certain killers seem to avoid you during trials now, too. Namely, Ghostface and the members of Legion. That's really the only positive from any of this, honestly.
THE CANNIBAL
Bubba tries really hard not to pay too much attention to the survivors, because he starts to feel a little bad about killing them when he does. It's silly, and it's not a kindness they deserve, but it's hard to be apathetic, especially when it comes to the new ones. The survivors hardly ever feel the same way, though.
You treated him as a person, even after the countless times he's killed you. It was jarring, the first time you left him a small trinket at the exit gate. It was something you made, that much was obvious. It reminded him of his own creations, and it filled him with this giddy excitement that he's not sure he's ever felt before.
He knows that he's not supposed to play favorites, but Bubba just can't bring himself to kill you.
You bring him gifts! It would be rude if he were to hurt you after you've shown him kindness. So yes, Bubba shows you clear favoritism. It's something the other survivors probably find annoying, but it is what it is.
The Entity doesn't seem to care much, either. You're the only survivor he ever spares, and it's not like you're always in a trial with him.
The guilt of the harm he's already caused you eats him alive a bit, and no amount of reassurance from you will ever really make it go away. He's really sorry.
You're the first friend he's had in... ever, really, if you don't count his family. He's always nervous that he'll end up doing something to scare you off. He can't speak, so he's worried his grunts and squeals might startled you. His movements can be a bit erratic too. Sharp, jerky movements because he never knows what he's allowed to do.
But you never shy away from him. You always chat with him, talking about anything and everything. Random things that happen around the campfire, little stories from your life before the fog, interactions you've had with other killers.
Bubba doesn't know when his platonic feelings started to turn into something more, but he knows when he became aware of it. He had made you something. A little keychain, something you could easily clip to your belt. It wasn't his best work, but you had smiled so brightly when he gave it to you.
And you wore it constantly. Every trial he has with you, you're wearing it. It's become a part of your look, apparently. You wore it so proudly that he swears his heart nearly gave out on him.
He... hopes that he'll have the courage to convey his rapidly growing feelings to you soon.
THE EXECUTIONER
Pyramid Head knew about you before he even had his first trial with you.
He's always been attuned to people's guilt and sins, and you… you had none of that. To put it simply, you were perfect. It's something that realistically shouldn't be possible, but there's not a single thing he can sense that you deserved judgment for.
When in a trial with you, he never really... targeted you. If anything, he was trying to keep the other survivors away from you, to keep your soul pure. He'd hate if anyone were to taint it.
It was a surprise to everyone when he started showing an immediate interest in you. The other killers were confused, and very much wary of you. If you can make a being such as Pyramid Head be gentle, then surely there's something deeply wrong with you.
And the survivors weren't any better. They were nice to you, they always were, but they kept you at arms length. You can't really blame them, either. They've been... tortured, really, by the creature just for being near you.
The Entity doesn't seem as confused as the others. She is... rather silent. She only wants sacrifices, and nothing else. She doesn't care what the survivors and killers get up to in their spare time between trials. Even if she did, it's not like she could do anything to stop Pyramid Head's growing obsession with you.
She does not control him. He is here of his own free will, and they've come to a mutual agreement of sorts because of it. He still takes his role as killer very seriously, and seemingly even more so when he's in a trial with you. He likes getting you alone.
You're terrified of him, but that's okay. He's your... protector. He doesn't need you to like him (even though something deep inside his being yearns for it), he just needs you to understand that you're safe when he's around.
There's no telling whether this weird obsession he has for you is strictly platonic. His touch lingers far too long for it to be, but you're not even sure if he can feel romantic feelings. Perhaps he just... sees you as something to keep?
That thought leaves you feeling nauseous, but... it's nice, in an odd way? This realm was terrifying. Having someone as imposing as him to protect you—as much as he's allowed to by The Entity—is comforting.
THE WRAITH
Philip stopped caring for survivors a long time ago. He barely even noticed when new faces would appear; everyone was starting to blur together into faceless beings that he had to kill. It would take a miracle for him to acknowledge your existence, and miracles aren't something meant to exist in the fog. But there's always a chance for him to be proven wrong, it seems.
And that chance was when you showed up in Autohaven outside of a trial. He's never encountered a survivor outside of a trial before, so he was incredibly caught off guard when he saw you absently digging through a pile of junk and scrap. How did you even get here to begin with? He thought survivors were condemned to their campfire; he didn't know they could just… wander around.
He also learned that killing was strictly prohibited outside of trials because of this. An annoying realization, but one that makes sense in the grand scheme of things. That strange creature who can mimic voices doesn't seem to get along with the new killer... Jason, is it?
You refused to leave, too. The idea of being able to interact with a killer outside of a trial was far too enticing to pass up, and for a long time, Philip refused to humor you. Hell, when he ended up in a trial with you after that encounter, he tunneled you out just to spite you.
You complained about it after the trial, back at the junkyard. He didn't care much to listen to you, blocking your voice out for the most part. You talked a lot, and he hated it.
But at some point, he started to listen. You talked a lot about your life, and never about the fog. You had so many stories to tell that it was impossible for him not to listen to some of them. That was quick to turn into him quietly responding, asking questions for clarification on certain things during your stories.
It didn't take long for you and Philip to start having full-blown conversations, mostly about your life. He didn't like talking about himself, and you never pried for anything he didn't want to give answers to.
You know his name, random details about his life, and that's about it. That was enough for you, for some reason. He didn't understand. He didn't want to understand.
There's no denying the soft spot he was developing for you, though. It was obvious to everyone, including you. He would hesitate to hurt you in trials, despite that being his 'job'. He'd more often than not end up giving you hatch, too.
Philip doesn't want to admit that he's developed certain feelings for you. To him, it's simply impossible for the two of you to end up together. It's a miracle that you've become his friend in the first place, anything more is just never going to happen.
I am stressed as hell right now with everything going on in the US so Imma going to write what I think some of my favorite killers are like when they're darling reader comes to them stressed as hell. Many of them are going to be readers I've already written about at least once so feel free to check the masterlist. If you want more head canons feel free to ask.
The Knight is startled when Eldritch!reader asks to just cuddle, you're smaller then usual body tense and when he touches your skin he can feel the hidden shadows trying to pull him in. "Anything for you Szeretet," he whispers picking you up and holding you against his chest. He takes you to his bed though it looks more like the nest you have in your castle then an actual bed. You smile realizing he's slowly bringing pieces of you in. He doesn't find himself worthy of you, but if you insist on asking him for comfort it would be his honor to provide it.
The Ghostface is confused as hell watching Hyde!reader pacing the room. You're killer side is usually scarily calm most of the time. However you look ready to lash out. Ready to pounce and shred the next person who so much as looks at you. You turn around seeing him there and he was bracing himself to get rushed and pinned against the wall, but it never came. Instead he watches you slowly move to him picking him up holding him in your arms as you move to the couch slumping down. You don't say anything to him, but you do hold him almost painfully tight against your chest. "Everything alright?" He asks you. Not sure how to feel about the non-committal grunt you give.
The Hillbilly doesn't think twice already wrapping you tight in the warmest knit blanket he's got, he's got popcorn, hot cocoa, and all the sweets you can gorge yourself on. Your favorite movie is on and he's just enjoying your company as you both lay on the couch, though if you don't calm down he might be inclined to help his little critter out by using other methods of getting your brain to shut down.
The Trapper doesn't react much just pulls you into bed and asks you to just speak. It doesn't matter if he understands he just wants to listen. He wants to hear everything, wants to make sure you feel heard. He smiles when you finally break your worries spilling like a faucet as he takes everything in asking questions when you pause. You seem at ease once you're done looking so peaceful tucked up under his arm. His Brat looks so sweet when they lay in bed next to him so peacefully. Burden him will you, it makes him feel less alone to hear you. Makes him feel lighter when he helps you share the emotional load.
The Executioner is use to it. You're already stressed about this and that. You aren't dating, but he does know how to get you calm down, you pinned beneath him in the bed as he humps against your ass. So fucking perfect he thinks feeling you melt against his touch. Such a needy toy, maybe he'll force you on your knees as he sharpens his knife, your face pressed against his thigh nose buried into his clothed groin. You're surrounded by his musk and for some reason that pacifies you. Not that pyramid head can complain.
The legion, they're solution to everything is horror movies and cuddle puddle. The neediest person in the center of the puddle a killer in each arm, a third holding behind while the fourth finds himself between your legs. The look smug when they finally get you to sleep. Your snoring soothing. It isn't long before they're passed out too.
any chance for dbd killers (especially myers) reacting to a partner who wants to take the relationship real slow? how would they take it? would they push, or be respectful? patience? bonus for cuddle time 💜✨
DBD killers w/a partner who wants to take it slow
rating: teen
character(s): GN!Reader, Shape/Michael Myers, Ghostface/Danny "Jed" Olsen, The Executioner/Pyramid Head, The Cannibal/Bubba Sawyer, Legion/Frank Morrison
warning(s): suggestive themes, canon-typical violence and behavior, language
a/n: pardon the unannounced hiatus, cue the usual fanfic writer life drama, gonna be dusting off the request box :]
Michael
Thank. GOD. He's not gonna say it, but Michael's beyond relieved because he's just not comfortable jumping into things, or anything at all. He likes consistency, not change, so he really needs the time to even just adjust to the fact that he's actually letting this relationship happen (no offense). Even the first time he let you live, he felt all irritated about it because it just felt wrong. But after he saw you leave med packs for him from time to time, lurk behind him while he was off chasing others, he started to grow a little more lenient towards you, much to your pleasure.
After you see the approval in his eyes, you're relieved, too. It's not that you thought Michael wouldn't take the suggestion well, it's that it was the first time you two were seriously discussing your relationship. Neither of you put a label on yourselves, you just both knew that you liked each other a little more than you did with other people. Kind of like a silent agreement.
But now you take confidence in knowing you can be as slow as you want with him, after all, you both have all of eternity to work it out, or at least until the Entity decides to do something about it. Though seeing as they haven't stopped you so far, you're probably fine for now.
It's a long time until you guys show any actual physical affection. The closest it's been is Michael getting revenge on people who use you as bait and grabbing your wrist to pull you to a safe spot while you help clean his gear during visits in between matches and lean on him or he holds you in his lap while sitting in comfortable silence (you've caught him falling asleep on a few occasions).
Expect it to take a while more if you guys actually want to get intimate, he's just too much of a 'business first' guy.
All in all, mission success.
Danny
"Like how slow?"
You should've expected this. While Michael is relieved, Danny, well, he doesn't take it as well. He's one of the clingiest of all the killers and makes it difficult not to be paranoid all the time of someone finding out. He's a hands-on type of guy and this... is kind of torture for him.
After some insistence and some pleading on your side, he'll give in, but it's not guaranteed. He has to resist his urges like some little kid trying not to open Christmas presents a day early. All day, every day, he's just thinking about smothering you in his touch, and it gets him frustrated (in both ways), so he has to take it out somehow.
You can literally see it in real-time when he's cutting through survivors like butter, not even bothering to act playful or make quips, just snarling and hissing at them like a feral cat. You make a mental note to give him a bit of something after the match, like a kiss or some cuddle time.
Other than that, he whines. A lot. Like it's so fucking annoying please make him shut up with a kiss or something, the killers can't stand hearing him bitch incoherently and you can only take so much of it as well. Also, he's a manipulative ass to expect him to be pushy and try to pressure you here and there.
It's kinda funny though, in a way you sorta conditioned him to feel even more euphoric when you do anything romantic with him. He's asking, no, begging for extra kisses, holding you real tight when you cuddle, and you swear you can feel him melting under your touch. Heart eyes and all, he's so obsessed with you.
Whenever you let him know you're ready to move things forward, expect him to be a little overexcited about it. Like if you finally let him get in your pants, he's gonna work you like there's no tomorrow, all that pent-up energy is flooding out the door.
I'm sorry, but you're literally caging an animal by asking *the* Ghostface to take it slow. He's only gonna get more hungry over time.
Pyra
Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think he cares. Like he's fine taking it as slow as you want, it's not a huge deal to him, and really, he has no room for judgment outside of killing people. You'll ask and he'll respond with the usual metallic grunt and boom. Problem solved.
In all honesty, it's probably good to take it slow with him if you want a nice, loving relationship with him. Because of his lack of experience, fast-paced relationships might just be too much for him to deal with, but taking your time lets him process how it even works. Dates, kissing, and anything beyond that aren't in his area of expertise, nor did he ever expect it to be, it's not his primary purpose.
This allows him to welcome something new in his life for once beyond the mundane life of Silent Hill and the matches in the realm of the Entity. He's not used to actually having personal priorities, so the adjustment period progresses along with your relationship. He's quick to find out that he really likes physical contact with you, too.
Most likely you'll be taking the initiative with him, teaching him the little things you like to do like cuddling and holding each other close. He really likes that, being able to just envelope you and keep you safe and close in such a comfortable manner.
I don't he exactly has a concept of... 'horny', it's more of a hunger I guess? A hunger to be close and in your presence, so he kinda has times when he'll stick to your side like a big old scary guard dog. If you wanna indulge him a little, go ahead.
Yeah, I can't really say much for him other than it is what it is.
Bubba
He tries his best to be patient, he really does. Bubba's more than understanding about it, because he's already elated that you love him back in the first place! Though sometimes he just really wants to pepper your face in kisses and smother you in love, pick you up and swing you around in his arms, take you to some of the nicer parts of the Entity's realm, he almost forgets they all live in some sick game.
Horrible advice, but try not to be so... cute around him. I like to think he has cuteness aggression, so it's very hard to keep his hands to himself when you look so... so... nope, no, Bubba, focus, you're supposed to be chasing Ace right now- oooo but don't wanna just eat them up and make them yours!
He wants to do so much with you but it's kind of for the best to keep him from rushing into things. Even he's a little worried that he'll tire you out from his eagerness to get things moving. Hell, he even spooked himself when he found himself daydreaming about marrying you mid-match. He can't help it though, it's the southern love in him that gets him all antsy (he thinks you'd look very nice in a suit or dress if you're wondering).
Yeah, and don't think you don't know either, not when he's humming "Here Comes the Bride" while sawing up Kate in halves in front of you.
Oh, and you thought the wedding fever was bad? Wait until the baby fever kicks up. Since day one of falling in love with you, this man has been dreaming of church bells, vows, cribs, pacifiers, and all that. He's never told you it in full detail but you just know he does. Whether you want it for your relationship or not, he still loves you nonetheless.
Despite it all, you help remind him to appreciate what's in the moment, that you both have an eternity together in damnation to get to that point. So long as time and the Entity are on your side, he's more than happy to take things slow with you and he'll be sure to enjoy every moment you have together.
Frank
"You're joking, right?"
No surprise here either, Frank doesn't take it all too well. He's an impatient bastard and mostly thinks with his dick more than his head sometimes. To be honest, he never even anticipated getting into a relationship with you. He thought most of the survivors were annoying and unlikable in their own ways, he even found you irritating at some point just not as much as the others, or so he'd claim.
You try to explain to him why and unfortunately, it does result in a back and forth between you two, the other members of Legion even chiming in on your defense. It's until you point into his face that you both literally have forever in this endless hell so "what's the big deal about us taking our time" and for him to just think about it for a bit.
And yeah he does, but it takes a while for Frank to wrap his head around it. He's used to just getting what he wants, jumping into things headfirst, and figuring out the details from there. His whole philosophy defies normalcy, defies everything he hates about Ormond and the banal, suburban society it is. He lives for the rush, the excitement, the recklessness. Time and care in a relationship remind him too much of a "normal life".
But the others remind him there's nothing normal about where they are now. Hell, they get to wreak havoc and chaos in the trials, it's everything they dreamed of. Making a statement for themselves. And frankly (no pun intended), he likes you a little too much to let it go. So instead of rushing himself into things, he finds a new thrill in testing the limits. He teases you with lingering touches and suggestive remarks, leaves you wanting, craving just a little more of that.
He clicks his tongue, "I thought we were taking it slow?"
That little bitch. He's got you wrapped around his finger and you know it. But don't think you're the only one aching, no. Call him a sadomasochist because it's practically killing him too, how much he has to hold back. Yet it's such a rush, keeping his hands to himself and itching for the day when you let him do whatever. He. Wants.
Description: Short headcanons of what to expect from an obsessive Pyramid Head.
Warning: NSFW themes, obsession, and violent themes.
Punishment (Will they punish you?) 🔪:
Pyramid Head has spent his entire existence punishing the ones who have sinned. He tosses around things he doesn't find important, but you? Oh no, he couldn't. He's so powerful he could reach down and crush you with his hand, but he simply doesn't because he chooses not to. When you've made a mistake, he leans more towards abandoning you so you learn your lesson. Oh? So you decided to explore the hospital without his permission? Stay there and deal with the nurses then. He'll leave for short periods of time, but then come back to retrieve you as he always does. He knows you've learned when he sees your bloodshot eyes and trembling skin.
Sexual endeavors (How they please you) 🥀:
He definitely falls on the higher spectrum for lust. He desires it endlessly, and will gladly take you if you even hint at it. Prefers to receive more than give during sexual intercourse, meaning he is always taking control in any situation. Prefers to bend you over something and pleasure you that way, it's easier for the both of you. Doesn't mind you grinding against him though, he melts when he feels your legs straddle his thigh, and your whimpers coax his gloved hands to squeeze your waist tighter. Definitely has a size kink, and is animalistic and rough with his sex.
Bloodshed (Are they willing to kill for their s/o?) 🩸:
Absolutely! It feels like his duty now to ward off the threats that could possibly leave a scratch on you. He will forever kill for you. You can't really stop him, it's the whole purpose of his creation.
Stalking (Will they stalk their s/o?) 🕸️:
At first, yes. He would linger in the shadows of silent hill and observe. But after seeing you as an eternal partner, he doesn't try to hide the fact that he watches your every move.
Obsession/scale 1-10 🖤:
Pyramid Head is an 8/10 considering obsession level. He is known for purely existing to protect Alessa, battling any darkness that attempts to harm her. He would absolutely do the same for you. Guarding your every step, and watching your every breath. Make sure you stay out of harms way when you grow exhausted and decide to rest. Even with as terrifying as Silent Hill is, you'll never have to feel scared with a 7ft tall monster protecting you.
Desires (What do they wish from you?) 🕷️:
Pyramid Head deep down wishes he could stay with you eternally. You are human though, and he knows this. He knows you're significantly different from him, and living this life with him won't last long.
Endangerment (How scary is it to be with them?) 🌕:
Pyramid Head himself doesn't put you in trouble. He doesn't wish to harm you, he's your "guardian angel" after all. It's the atmosphere that is a risk to you. Silent Hill is full of monsters, and staying in it is extremely dangerous.
Sympathy (Do they feel bad for taking you?)🪦:
He doesn't care less. It would be of best interest if you gave in, it would be less of a pain on your part. He was eventually going to take you whether you liked it or not.
Roughness(Do they hurt you?) 🦴:
Pyramid Head quite enjoys manhandling you, through innocent intention and sexual intention. Seeing how weak you are compared to him makes his monstrous mindset soften. He would not purposely hurt his darling though, it could kill them.
Intimacy (How romantic are they?) 🎀:
Obviously, he does not have the mentality of a human being. He won't take you on dates, and won't buy you presents. He doesn't speak words of affirmation, and he can't kiss you. But strangely, with how inhumane he is, he is quite affectionate. Keeps you warm in his large arms, and let's you curiously hold his hand. He rumbles through his helmet in an animalistic manner, and it echoes in your eardrums. You can truly tell he's happy with you. That he loves you.
Game? (Are you a game to them?) 🥩:
Never was, and never will be a game to Pyramid Head. He's one of the more serious slashers in general, so when it comes to significant others, he wouldn't find humor in it.
Killers reacting to their S/O getting used as a shield against his attacks ( part 1 )
Okay, not that’s a long-ass title, but hear me out-
I’ve been reading a lot of new HCs of DBD killers and how they’d react in different situations when their S/O gets betrayed in certain ways by other survivors.
I don’t think I’ve seen this idea before, but if anyone else wrote about this, I hope it’s not similar or anything, sorzzz xxx
Killers: The Trapper, The Oni, The Spirit, The Executioner ( part 1 )
The Shape, Ghostface, The Trickster, The Legion ( Susie ) ( part 2 )
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THE TRAPPER - EVAN MACMILLAN
I can see Evan being a real gentleman and sorta sweet and shy, prior to his the whole killer thing, prior to his mother dying and all that.
I can totally see him trying to be the perfect man, a man that his mum would be proud of, and the complete opposite of his father.
That’s why, with his S/O, he was always protective, to the point of brutally beating up anyone who dared even look at you the wrong way, let alone touch you in inappropriate ways or something of the sort.
He is strong, he is handsome, he is sweet, and he also loves sketching you, because truly, you are one of the only people who he could trust with this passion of his, and especially not to leak the info to his horrible dad.
Evan truly loved you so much, and he was so vulnerable and happy around you, and his mum especially was so happy seeing her child going through such a beautiful period of his life...!
Until...
Until he found you in a very Ophelia-esque position in the river.
People said you drowned, but Evan knew better, if not for the fact that he promised to propose to you very soon, and he just needed more money to buy you the most beautiful ring there is ( And replace the one he made out of flowers ), but for the fact that your neck was bruised and had the imprints of hands.
It didn’t take long for him to realise who the perpetrator was, but since then, and along with his mother’s death, Evan’s heart disappeared completely, and darkness took over him completely.
And then, he was transported into the Entity’s realm, where he tried, and tried, and tried his best not to kill anyone, not wanting to disappoint you or his mum, nor wanting to be controlled again, the same way he was controlled by his father...
Alas, there was only so much torture and agony one could take.
But you were there.
Evan wasn’t sure if he should see your presence in Hell as a blessing or a cruse.
You were an angel, and now he could finally take you in his arms again, and try to protect you with all his powers...
But at the same time, he was well aware that there was no way of completely protecting you from harm coming your way, and that thought alone shattered him even more.
Your smile though... Your smile... So kind, and sweet and loving... It always made him forget any worry or darkness that tainted his mind and heart.
And you even had a sketching book and pencils with you, how amazing!!
Despite not talking much, The Trapper made sure to negotiate with all the killers to at least not hook you, not wanting your soul to be taken by that wretched Entity, and when you and him were in the same trial, he was the happiest he could be, knowing you could finally take a break as he’d never even raise his hand at you, let alone harm you.
Although, you still had to do your job as a survivor, otherwise it would piss the Entity off big time, and neither of you wanted to end up as the tortured Romeo and Juliet.
This time, however, he put around those bear traps as he always does, and he ended up chasing you and Meg, and for some reason, both of you were running very close to each other... In the same direction...Not even bothering to break apart... But Evan felt strange, as if that Meg was purposely keeping so dangerously close to you, for some illicit reason.
Before he knew it, that Meg grabbed a hold of you, and with a small squeak from you, not having expected that, you found your self being harshly thrown to the side, stepping right into one of his bear traps.
The poor man could only look as you unceremoniously, and rather painfully, fell to the ground, wailing in pain, trembling and whimpering there like the little cry baby that he remembers you always being.
When you were little, every time you got a bruise or a scraped knee, you’d cry to him, and he’d bandage you up, kiss your forehead and pick you up, carrying you around everywhere.
Albeit, not to the same proportions, this was hellish, yet he couldn’t help but reminisce in the past and he immediately dropped to his knees and ripped away the trap from your leg and treat it... Although, bandages and some marigold ointment alone wouldn’t quite alleviate the pain you were feeling, you both knew, by the end of the trial, you’d be healed and good as you.
Until then, though, you must bear through the agonizing pain.
He wasn’t sure who was hurt worse, you, with his trap, or him, that he was the reason you got hurt. He hated it.
But he hated Meg more than anything.
“It... It’s hurts so much, Ev... It hurts...” God, he hated seeing you cry so much, and he felt so powerless, unable to do anything but hug you tightly and kiss your forehead, the same as he did when you were kids.
He noticed how you still wore the white clover ring he made for you, and he smile lightly as he picked you up bridal style and looked around for the hatch, letting you rest there.
He was obviously going to avenge you.
And avenge you he did, not only now, but in all trials from then on, he will be holding a life long grudge on Meg and on anyone who’d betray you like that.
They won’t get the luck of being taken by the entity.
No, honey, no.
They will meet their end torturously by lots of bear traps and his weapon... And many, many punches.
When he was done killing all three survivors, he went by your side, kissed you and helped you down the hatch.
As you got back to the camp, he was incredibly attentive and made sure to keep that protective aura and intimidate those other survivors into not being stupid again, while also being careful with you and making sure your leg is better and that you’re not crying anymore.
His cute little cry baby.
(( If anyone wants, I can totally make a proper one shot out of this~ ))
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THE ONI - YAMAOKA KAZAN
Kazan is a samurai, and we all know samurai are strong ( him, even more ) and that they protect the weak.
You better believe Kazan would use every ounce of strength he has to protect his cute little wifey, so small, so frail, like a dancing cherry blossom flower in the wind.
Women aren’t supposed to fight. Their hands are delicate and should only be used to play instruments, paint or embroider.
Or, well, in his case, to caress his face and calm him down when the rage gets the better of him.
Somehow, you always managed to calm him down, no matter how horribly wrathful he was feeling.
Well, that is until he found you dead, killed by his very many enemies.
What did you do to deserve such a cruel fate? Was it because you were married to him? A fate that it wasn’t yours by choice, but you made the best out of it anyway.
You somehow managed to find love in the most unexpected of places, and he was grateful for you being such a lovely butterfly.
He vowed to always protect you, when he married you, after all, that’s what a good husband does.
Yet, he failed. The same way he failed to protect the Yamaoka name, or the samurai legacy.
Damn it.
When he finds you in a trial, looking disorientated, kimono slightly disheveled and dirty in places, all other survivors in the trial running around aimlessly while you resembled a confused meerkat with the wet eyes of a baby fawn looking for its mummy, he wanted nothing more but to drop all his weapons and fall to his knees in front of you, hugging you tightly and never letting you go, apologising for being such a failure or a man, a husband and a samurai.
However, before he could do just that, a blue haired survivor grabbed your delicate wrist and dragged you to the nearest generator, where she yelled at you to start doing it.
But poor darling, you never operated such complicated machinery, or better said, you never ever seen anything such technologically complex as this, so how were you supposed to know what to do, without proper instructions?
The sweet yelp escaped from your mouth as you fell backwards in shock, the gen exploding in your face, and you almost felt like running away and crying out for your husband to protect you from this dark magic.
The girl with unnatural hair colour, once again, yelled at you, only to shriek and drag you away once again, saying that the monster is after them.
The rage Kazan felt wasn’t addressed to anything in particular except the fact that the blue haired bitch was touching his wife without her consent, yelling at her so rudely and driving her away from him.
Fearlessly, he raised up his bludgeon and dashed towards the two women - The bluenette screamed in fear and anticipation as the killer swung down the club like a golf player, only to see, to his horror, the woman of his heart flew to the ground with a tragic couch and gasp of shock and pain.
Once again, he felt rooted to the spot - Should he completely fuck up this survivor, along with the others, making them into mush, or should he drop everything and attend to you?!
Tough decision.
Kazan had to let out his anger somehow, so he made the survivor into porridge before ran and fell to his knees by your side, his hands reaching out to you, before stopping, as if electrified, out of fear.
The twisted look of pain, the way your lips and chin were dripping with blood, all because of him... And that now very much dead bitch... Urgh, he hated this, it was as if he had to watch you die again.
“Kazan...? Is that you...?” you managed to cough out painfully.
Instead of an answer, you were met with him helping you into a sitting position, wiping the blood from your face and embracing you to his chest and stroking your hair soothingly.
“Why are people so mean to us, Kazan...? What did we do wrong to be treated so cruelly?” oh, my sweet darling, my little flower, if only you knew it was entirely his fault you had to suffer like this...All because of his anger issues and his unshakable bushido code...
“She paid for it, Y/N. And so will anyone else who dares harm you.” was his only reply as he picked you up and explained to you everything about the trial and how to survive, and by the end, you are gracefully sat on the hatch, his strong hands cupping your face, as a means to give you his strength and courage. “I will protect you, my beloved.”
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THE SPIRIT - YAMAOKA RIN
You were the sweetest and only person who tried to understand Rin, and she truly appreciated that.
Not only were you the only one to encourage her with her kendo practice, but you also helped her studying and stood up for her against those nasty bullies.
You always cheered on her, stood by her side, went to all her practices, helped her with everything she wanted or needed, and more, you did her hair and make up and would go together to festivals in all the prettiest kimonos there were, often times buying her the cutest hair accessories there were.
But that unfortunately meant you were also there to be bullied and humiliated as well... You didn’t seem to care as much though?
Until the two of you got attacked by a bunch of boys, and you could only rely on her amazing shinai skills.
Countless of moments of hesitation of fright seemed to freeze Rin to the ground, allowing you to be the only one to fight against the abuse of the boys, getting pushed around, having garbage thrown at you, being called countless names...
And then they started beating you up.
That was enough.
Rin felt a rage she’s never felt before in her life, she felt the dragon inside of her awakening, she felt wrath, power, strength, dominance and a thirst for finally showing she wasn’t one to be played around with, nor was she going to let the person she cared for the most get bullied because of her.
She took out her shinai and let the Yamaoka samurai blood take over her senses - It was the most natural thing in the world, she realised, and finally, she wasn’t Janitor-Yamaoka anymore, but a force to be reckoned with, the same as her ancestors, Renjiro and Kazan.
She was finally proud of being a Yamaoka.
“Rin, you were amazing! You go, girl, you totally showed them who’s the real Queen here!” you jump-hugged the girl who could only look at you with wide eyes and a shy blush on her face, unable to comprehend what just happened...
Or the fact that he had such a huge crush on a girl and that her father was going to go insane if her ever found out.
“O-Oh, u-uhm...Th-...Thanks... Y/N... Are you alright? I’m sorry it took so long for me to act. I just... I guess I was... Afraid. But now I know better. I won’t let those jerks make fun of either of us anymore. I promise.” her promise was solemn, and a bit too serious, which only made you chuckle lightly and stick out your pinky to her.
“Pinky promise?” you smirked cheekily at her, watching her get a bit more flustered.
“Yeah. Pinky promise.”
But that promise couldn’t be hold anymore, as, when you walked her home, you were met with the gruesome sight of Rin’s mother being dead, bleeding, on the ground, and next it was you, by her father’s sword. It wouldn’t take a genius to guess that the next one after you would be Rin, but you were dead by the time she would become the next victim.
However, contrary to your belief, you actually opened your eyes again, despite remembering how very much dead you used to be, and for some reason, you were in the oddest place, with 3 other people who looked older than you, and they were all running around like idiots.
Not interesting.
All you wanted to do was find Rin already and get out of there... Or something.
What you weren’t expecting were screams of pain and agony, and out of sheer human instinct, you also ran the hell away from the source of the... Heck if you knew.
Before you knew it, you found yourself huddling with another survivor in the corner of a dilapidated house, only to find a creepy ghost-like figure... Poltergeist? Ju-On The Grudge? Banshee? Shrieking in your face and readying her katana to strike the two of you.
Hold up.
Katana...?
“RIN?!” you gasped out, freezing from the shock of seeing the sweetest girl in the world, who also happened to be your crush, naked, save for some well-placed bandages, wearing an expression completely twisted in rage and pain, and her body... Was sliced and cut so tragically.
The surprise was so big that you couldn’t move - But the other survivor did, as he pushed you towards the blade and he sprinted the hell away from there, not bothering to look back at how the blade made contact with your shoulder and back.
“...Y/N...?” her voice was as sweet as your remembered, shy even, yet it had a somewhat mystical and specter-like echo to it.
You watched as the sword evaporated into thin air, and the contorted visage turned into a much calmer one. But she felt guilty for harming you - That blasted katana, the same blade that ended both of your lives, she now used you maim you... She hated that. She felt as if she was her father...
But you didn’t care. You threw her arms around her body, completely unbothered by her undead form, only to gasp and quickly take off your jacket, putting it around her. “I don’t know whose idea was it to leave you like this, but you must be cold as all hell. Don’t worry, when we get out of here, I’ll take extra care of your hair and find you some proper clothes, even if that means I have to give you my own.”
Rin completely forgot the rage she felt at the survivor who pushed you into her blade, or the fact that she maimed you - Albeit, she managed to keep herself from causing any real damage - And instead, she just looked at you as if you were the most holy being in the world.
In this world, there was no mad father anymore, nor any society scrutiny, and she could be as bold as you in her affections towards you.
“Pinky promise?” she asked, mimicking the gesture you did to her when you were both still alive.
“Pinky promise.”
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THE EXECUTIONER - PYRAMID HEAD
As we all know, Pyramid head is that one guy that even the Entity is afraid of, to the point that it just lets him to whatever the hell he wants.
Considering he is like the guardian of hell or something, and he is solely there to inflict punishment on those who deserve it...
Well, imagine how mad he would be when you, that one person that he deemed worthy of salvation, the one that he wanted to help escape and guard your whole life, the one angel-like being that he saw as the Celestial realm itself-
You had the misfortune of having to go through so many trials.
Well, the truth is, the other killers know better than to offer you to the Entity, or kill you painfully.
Nobody wants an angry Pyramid Head, okay? That would be abysmal.
Everyone looked at the giant monster, dragging that sword that was bigger than you, looking so malicious and scary, only to realise he would kneel in front of you and put a flower in your hair, or put a bunny in your lap.
The weirdest things, I’m telling you.
But he’s so protective of you, and you think it’s the sweetest thing ever, especially how he sort of bonded with you so unbreakably that he vowed to get you out of there.
You couldn’t look at him and see the atrocious Executioner - Instead, you saw The Protector, and somehow, you felt so safe around him, not only physically, but emotionally and mentally too, as if he was the Protector of Justice and that nothing bad could happen with him around.
His strong arms, after all, felt like the safest haven to you, and you wanted to stay in his warm embrace the whole freaking day.
You’ve been through countless trials before, and none went down the hill as quickly as this one did, and you had no idea why - You felt as though all survivors united against you, instead of binding together to survive and get the hell out of there.
Yelling to get attention, intentionally mess up generators, leading the killer towards the place you were hiding, pushing you into the way of the killer and all of that. But somehow, you got out of that trial, thanks to Susie being kind to you.
You could live with that, alright, whatever, it didn’t bother you, you were very zen.
That is, until you got instantly transported into the next trial, and for the longest time, you had no idea who the killer was.
Until you saw a cursed trail with metal spikes getting you, and you were very rudely pushed into it. Those idiots, Pyramid Head is gonna be pissed.
And if that wasn’t enough, Claudette constantly grabbed at your clothes and pushed you as a meat shield in front of the Punishment of the damned that went through the wall.
You couldn’t help but scream in pain, feeling an electrocuting surge on agony going through your veins at an alarmingly fast pace, and you couldn’t help but drag yourself to the nearest wall so you could lean on and regain your strength back.
You thought that was the worst that was going to happen, but no - Claudette got you you, in your weakened state, to the corner of the building, so you weren’t expecting that damned sword that was bigger and heavier than you to come striking you down.
You gasped out blood and couldn’t only look with a faint expression, almost sleepy even, at the man who vowed to protect you, seeing how the grip on his sword almost vanished entirely from the shock.
“It’s...Okay...” you smiled at him before you got pulled down into the basement of the building, into a spiky cage of atonement.
You knew he was going to break you out of there, but you were already so powerless that you wanted to cry and glet your body give out on the spot - But you knew it was going to hurt worse if those spikes were to dig into your flesh.
So you waited and waited and waited, until suddenly, all three other survivors ended up in cages of atonement next to you, looking in completely worse shapes.
They should have known better. Stupid Claudette. Don’t piss Pyramid head off, you’ll only curse yourself for eternity.
Not long after, your protector stepped in front of you, and with those powerful arms, he completely tore apart the cage and pulled you into his arms, holding you almost as if you were a frightned child lost in the woods.
“Thank you for always being here for me and protecting me. I truly couldn’t ask for a better blessing from this world. Your existence never fails to sooth all of my worries and fears. Thank you, my darling.” your hands weakly found their rightful place on his chest, and you stood that way for a while before he let go and went to properly enact his revenge.
Nobody makes him hurt the one person he vowed to protect.
And thus, he used the Final Judgement on all three of those poor fellas who finally learnt their lesson, due to their sheer stupidity, and suffered probably not enough, the Bringer of Justice thought to himself.
As a last act of redeeming himself on this trial, he carried you all the way to the doors and watched as you walked back to the camp - It was light outside, and it was only fitting for you to walk into the light, for you were a creature shining brighter than the Sun.
From then on, all survivors shudder at the thought of ending up in a trial with you and Pyramid Head, and the killers got a grim reminder of what would happen, should they mess around with you.
All that while watching the most feared killer sitting on the ground, and you, smiling, completely unaffected by the Entity’s realm, putting a colourful flower crown on his rusted metal pyramid.
(Fluff, decided not to make it NSFW because I understand not every reader is sexual, written for all genders)
Written by cannibal_witchh
PH isn't human so he doesn't exactly understand what holidays are just that they are similar to yearly rituals
He's pretty terrible at celebrating but adleast tries
He starts by taking you to a room away from potential threats like nurses and monsters
Lit candles scattered all along the ground, surrounding a dirty aged mattress which he's draped an old bath towel with
The very back wall of the room, PH has drawn in blood a poorly drawn heart for you
He doesn't really know what a heart looks like, besides the one's he rips out and crushes
Little broken, and rusty trinkets will be resting on top of a wooden crate beside the mattress
That's his version of a gift. While patrolling the halls of Silent Hill, he will gather things such as buttons from lost clothing, and corroded broken toys that scatter the building
He finds them to be suitable because they remind him of how small you are compared to him
A few cans of food will sit beside the trinkets. He tries to collect as many as he can to keep you fed
Usually, it's a very strange combination he's discovered. This time its a can of spaghetti, peas, and peaches
While you sit on the mattress to eat, he will stand absolutely still by the door entrance just watching you
Once you are done, he will present you with small varieties of chocolates but they all seem too old to eat
He doesn't quite understand humans can't eat old food, and doesn't grasp that canned goods can survive longer than other foods
He decides to finally let you patrol with him for a little excitement. Holding your hand tightly with one of his, while the other drags his long blade on the concrete
Any monsters that tries attacking, he immediately destroys with a single swing of his sword
He occasionally gives you a little head pat or tap on the butt to be playful while the patrol continues
Once the patrolling is done, he will pick you up in his arm and carry you back to the room
You thank him tiredly with several kisses on his helmet and scatter kisses along his chest
He always loves the tiny little kisses you plant all over him even if he refrains from showing too much joy
He holds you the best way he can, providing you warmth and safety
Sitting on the edge of the mattress, while your head rests on his lap, he'll stroke your hair and the sound of his raspy breathing will fill the silence
When you finally sleep he gaurds the door and watches you the entire time ensuring your safety
Dead by Daylight
Pairings: The Executioner X GN!killer!reader
Rating: M | Mature | NSFW 18+
Word count: 1.5k+
CW: degradation, heavy consensual violence, light fingering, sub!reader, monster fuckery, choking, denial, subspace, thigh fucking
Summary: You're pent up and need someone to put you in your place.
The rage feels like fire in your veins as you stalk through the dark fog, Knives along your chest feeling just a bit too heavy. The dark voice inside you purred and praised you for your good work. You felt too big, as if the space inside you wasn’t enough to contain the fire that threatened to spill out and burn everything in its path. Mindlessly you had found yourself in front of Midwich, the elementary school decrepit and falling apart even if it was in better shape out of trials. You rolled your shoulders, the realization whispering exactly what you needed, Him.
Mind singularly focused, you stormed in growling lowly clothes still soaked in blood from the trials. You could tell He had visitors. You’ll just chase them off, tell them to find somewhere else to loiter. Someone else to waste their time with.
Pyramid head sitting down, sharpening his blade, on a chair comically small compared to his mass frame. Head tilting upwards instantly knowing why you were here. The room feels colder, his visitors bolting from the room, the legion members jumping windows and fleeing. You did wonder why they were here, but the thought vanished the moment the large man stood up jamming his blade into the floorboards before approaching you with heavy boots thumping with each step.
Your eyes are wild as you look up feeling ready to explode. The Executioner was unphased by your posture, everything at this moment was routine. When you first arrived no one would go near you. The blood lust built up after each trial with no downtime, no way to get it out, and no real release like you had in your world, the rage lashing and attacking anything that spoke or so much as moved in your direction.
The only one who made any headway in calming you was Him. He pushed you harshly against the wall, a massive hand drifting up your throat, and pressing harshly, you gasped for air, but you didn’t fight. You never did, but the lack of oxygen brought a warm fuzzy feeling in your head that had your eyes fluttering, “Tell me what you need.” he growled, voice echoing in the steel frame.
“I’m too big,” you grunt, “make me small.” the words would almost be a plea if your face wasn’t twister anger, and rage. You can hear a huff echoing against the steel, the clock tower chimes air raid horn going off, the pound of the bell loud and clear shaking the school, echoing in your chest. ”Beg,” his voice low and breathy. Your skin prickles as a shiver overtakes you.
You close your eyes focusing on your breathing, on your heart, on the way the cold air of the destroyed classroom felt. “Please…” you speak softly, your body relaxing, he presses into you harder. It’s like he wants to crush you. “Please what?” He demands squeezing your throat tighter. “Please, use me. Fuck me. Crush me, choke me. Just please remind me of my place.” You look up desperate, eyes half-closed as you struggle to breathe. “Where is your place?” he asks, loosening his grip just ever so slightly.
“Under you,” you manage to breathe out. Your core clenches hearing him laugh, grabbing you by the throat and slamming you onto the teacher's desk. You watch as he removes his frame a black dripping shapeless void where his head should be, glowing white eyes, a long tongue flicking around wildly trapped in his mouth with teeth too sharp to be human. The large man grabs your thighs pulling them apart just so he can grind into you feeling the heat of your sex it has him throwing his head back groaning.
“This what you want?” He growls leaning forward, elbows resting on the creaking wood, caging you to the desk. You nod your head silently, craning your neck to look at where his eyes should be. “This all you good for.” he hisses as if this very request offended him. His hips grind harder, one hand supporting your back while he rough grips the back of your skull. “Just a nasty whore.” Your eyes close softly, gasping for breath you focus on the way his clothed cock rubs against you. The way it nudges against your sex. Grinding through the very fabric that separated the two of you.
“Sinful,” Pyramid head gunts slamming your hips together. His tongue coaxed your mouth open pushing in, wet appendage filling your throat, you gag and buck. Eyes watering as you try to swallow all of him. Desperate to please him. Desperate to make today the day he finally fills you with that heavy cock.
The Executioner purs feeling you choke on his tongue, exploring deep inside you stopping before he tastes the acid of your stomach. He enjoys the way you struggle to breathe with him inside you. The tasty feeling of you fighting yourself not to try and get him off of you. He enjoyed the conflict that rooted itself inside you. He enjoyed the way that bloodthirsty monster inside you fades the more he forces you down. Forces you to take him and everything he gives you. The giant man twists and curls his tongue inside you, the appendage curling up and bulging in your throat. His gaze was intense as he glowered down at you. Watching you try to claw at him, try to breathe, everything about you desperate.
He pulls out of you softly. Chuckling at you, watching you gasp for breath tears staining the corners of your eyes. Beautiful, he thinks flipping you onto your stomach and yanking your pants down just enough to expose that pretty ass for him. His fingers dipped down to trace your hole pressing in slightly as he just shook his head. He can feel that you’re trying, that you want this, but not yet.
You whine feeling him press a thick finger into you curling and twisting hitting your sweet spot having you arch your back mewling loudly, desperately clawing at the desk struggling to find purchase anywhere. “Quiet,” he growls, pressing your head into the desk. Large hand pressing almost painfully down, You can hear him shifting fabric before a heavy cock finds its way to the curve of your ass gliding between your cheeks. Slow and gentle, your mind focuses solely on the feeling as you try to lift it.
“Please,” you whine, face tight as you fight your body trying to not come off as pathetic as you feel. “Please,” you repeat. He leans forward pressing you down with a large hand still pinning your face harshly against the desk. “No,” you moan, feeling the way his voice rumbles against his back.
“Not this time.” His fingers leave your hole, making you whine in discomfort from not being filled anymore. you have to bite your lip to stop the desperate sobs that threaten to escape. The beast shifted once more, pressing himself between your thighs. “Be good and squeeze for me.” he hisses thrusting slowly pre cum lubing between your thighs as he moves slowly groaning darkly as his hips move. His long tongue falls out feeling you press your thighs together tightly. Sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. You need this, you need him. You could feel your empty hole twitching desperate for more than the finger that has long left it.
Pyramid head just chuckles, his hips moving at a steady pace, the cock was easily the size of your forearm, you didn’t care if it wouldn’t fit, you still wanted it, still wanted to feel it burn as it stretched you. Still wanted to have it split you open like the needy whore you were. You just had to settle with feeling as it rubbed against your sex. Your juices leaked onto it as he continued to thigh fuck you. “Please,” you were starting to feel like a broken record. He picks your head up slamming into the desk, pain blooming from your head. “No!” he growls, moving faster, cock twitching between your thighs.
“You listen the first time I tell you.” His words were dark, the world spinning. That actually fuckin hurt. You gasp for breath feeling him falter. He must be close, the thought all but confirmed as you are yanked off the desk and forced to the floor the cock inches from your face. A thick hand frantically stroking the cock while the other held you in place. You look up, tongue falling out as you anticipate what he wants you to do cum splashing on your face as he covers you with his spend.
It doesn't take long before he pulls against his groin, growling at you, “clean your mess up whore.” He speaks in such a dark and low tone you can feel it vibrating down your spine. You look up, eyes half-lidded as you begin to lick the softening shaft. The Executioner groans as you work your magic. This was just the start of a very long night. You were completely feral when you came in and no doubt would need a lot to silence that pesky voice in your head. He'll take his time, and you'll enjoy every second of it.
