which of the marvel & dc guys are letting you peg them?? and who’s ass bounces the most?
dc:
Guy Gardner is letting you peg him, though he'll make jokes about it up until he feels the strap go inside and then all he can do is swallow down a strangled groan.
Wally West is letting you peg him, and he's impatient to get started; practically champing at the bit. Very vocal and heavy on the praise and in typical fashion, for you to pick up the pace.
Axel Walker/The Trickster is definitely down to clown and would absolutely love for you to peg him and would be happy to let you take him to pound town.
Adrian Chase/Vigilante is getting pegged 10000%. Loves getting pegged and loves asking for you to do it to him, constantly with bug ol' puppy dog eyes.
Edward Ngyma/Riddler loves to get pegged. Depending on the version, he would or would not be vocal about how into it he is, but then the second the strap comes out.......hoo buddy
You may not expect it, but Dick Grayson loves to get pegged. Only occasionally, but he'll let you put that ass to work without a second thought when you propose it to him.
Obviously, this means that for DC; Dick has the ass that bounces the most when he gets pegged.
marvel:
Wade Wilson is letting you peg him. In fact, he's already got the strap that he wants you to use picked out and has his favorite flavored lube ready to go on the nightstand.
Peter Parker loves to get pegged. He was nervy about it the first time but then after he had the hardest nut of his life he realized that he couldn't be without getting pegged.
Remy LeBeau loves to get pegged. Loves to dirty talk and sing your praises while you fuck him, absolutely cannot hold back the lewd groans and curses he makes while you go to town on him.
Eddie Brock loves getting pegged, and will switch in and out of his Venom form to let you peg him. Either time it's an absolute trip and you love pegging him.
Loki LOVES a good pegging. He will sing your fucking praises in between the gritted curses in his teeth and moans as he twists his fingers into the sheets.
This means that for Marvel, Remy LeBeau has the fattest ass that bounces like crazy when you start fucking him into the bed.
okay..........that's all for now...........if u wanna sound off in the comments.........feel free...........adios.......
GhostFaces Valentine's Day headcanons (plus the trickster)
malereader
billy loomis, stu macher, danny johnson, jiwoon hak
stalking , murder , perv danny , gifts , stu’s a cutie , could be read as gn reader , dbd killers before dbd
dannyjohnson would mess with you all of February, he does every month but February is special. make you all paranoid at nighttime when the sky’s littered with stars, he’d sneak in the backyard and make tiny sounds or movements on purpose. Palming himself through his black suit as he watches you at the back door, trying to convince yourself that you were just working yourself up! No silly, no one’s hiding in your lawn, no one’s going to sneak in at nighttime and watch your sleeping figure.
When Valentine’s Day comes around he’s at your door with a box of chocolates. You had to say yes, he’s been watching for so long, no one asked you out or to be their valentines, no one was talking to you like he’d let that happen.
You gladly took the chocolates inviting him in your home. Who would pass up on free chocolate? “You really didn’t have to buy me anything.” You smile, placing the red shaped box on the kitchen counter. He did though, he planned this months ago, calculated it perfectly all the way up to your answer.
stumacher would spoil you like crazy, sleek tins of chocolate, a plushie that reminds him of you, a handful of flowers that he picked from the soil around woodsboro. Each flower being perfect, majority being your favorite color. But he’d make sure no one would be planning to give you gifts or ask to be your valentines, with the help of Billy of course. Plus his gifts were far better!
He was so excited to give everything to you, dragging you upstairs to his bedroom showing you each piece and explaining the chocolate was high quality for his prince. There was gummies, suckers, candy bars and random things that he thought was very necessary for you. “Stu, this is so much.” You giggle, giving him a peck on the cheek then grabbing the plushie making it ‘kiss’ him as well.
Both of you watched my bloody valentine that night, You thought you’d end up having a stomach ache after all the sugar but Stu helped with that since he stole some of the candy throughout the movie.
billyloomis was insecure and scared that this guy would take his spot. He was going to ask you to be his valentines and Billy wouldn’t let that happen. This boy was getting too close, one day he even had the nerve to hang out at the water fountain with you guys! So a few days before the 14th him and Stu took a trip to his house, Stu called while Billy did the attacking. His chest stabbed and organs ripped out, a bloody mess. Billy did take one thing, his heart.
You found out when the only thing on the news was reporters talking about the murder of your friend. Of course you were upset, and this is exactly what Billy wanted, you wanting his comfort, he was all you needed after all.
The doorbell rung early, sun still rising. A heart shaped box sat on your porch, smiling bringing it inside to open it your smile was gone when a human heart looked back at you. After dealing with authorities and trying to wipe the vision from your mind Billy came over, giving you the pretty flowers picked out specifically to your likings. They smelled good, setting the vase in a pretty spot, the two of you laid in each others arms with Billy comforting you, a tiny grin etched on his lips when you couldn’t see.
jiwoonhak expects you to ask, who wouldn’t want to be Jiwoons valentine? Being his boyfriend, you’re constantly giving him attention like he doesn’t already have enough from his millions of fans. He gets all angry and judgmental when he feels you’re not focused on him enough. So when Valentine’s Day inches closer with every day and you still haven’t asked he gets irritated.
But he can’t act so impulsively, while you were in town he attempts to calm down listening to the recordings of a past victim of his, giggling to himself quietly as the screams remind him of when this was recorded and how he thrived. Maybe he should just take one of his fans out to be his valentine.
Closing the laptop when he hears you arrive home, muttering something to himself. “Jiwoon?” You call out, his face brightening up when he sees the flowers your holding. “You remembered.” He beams taking the vase into the kitchen.
You follow, running a hand through his slicked back hair while furrowing your eyebrows together. “Why would I forget.” You question, placing a pack of heart shaped marshmallows next to the flowers. He kisses the corner of your mouth in response.
a/n: this is my first time writing for dbd in general, so!! i hope i do this game justice bc i play it every day lol
includes: the huntress, the trickster, the ghostface, the artist, the cannibal.
warnings: not proofread, typical dbd stuff like blood, mentions of murder, things like that, gn reader, love at first sight but only if u tilt ur head and squint really hard, inconsistent length, im going to be so delusional over jiwoon im sorry, i can't speak russian or korean so i just used a bunch of translators sorry if i got smth wrong, inaccurate behavior of dbd crows but relatively accurate behavior of irl crows i think, scream reference in danny's part bc i had to, reader injury in jiwoon and danny's parts, written over the course of a few months so sorry if the pacing is weird.
THE HUNTRESS
Anna has been in the fog long enough that every face of everyone she's ever killed has started to merge together into one. She doesn't know their names, and hardly ever reacts whenever she encounters a new survivor.
Mercy is not something she shows during trials. She is a hunter, and anyone who crosses her path, be it man or animal, is her prey. Nothing in the wild is merciful.
And you were nothing more than another person for her to hunt, prey for her to kill. And trust me, she was going to kill you.
Or, at least, she was.
And then you dropped a pallet on her. Now, normally, Anna would get very angry when this happens. Her prey is fighting back, and though it gives her a thrill, it's annoying. And for a brief moment, she did feel angry the moment the pallet hit her.
But then you were apologizing, a look of genuine guilt on your expression. You even asked if she was bleeding. Your survival instincts were lacking, clearly, but Anna found that to be... oddly endearing??
She felt a surge of protectiveness spark within her, something she had never felt during her time here. It was a familiar feeling, yet one so foreign at the same time.
But how could she not feel such a way when you were staring up at her, clearly scared that she was going to hurt you yet brave enough to stand in front of her and apologize for something that, by all means, you should have done.
Anna just stares you down for a long moment, having an internal struggle with herself on what she should do with you. Ultimately, her need to protect overruled her need to hunt, because after breaking the pallet between the two of you, she made a gesture for you to follow her.
And, not wanting to die, you did.
She took you to a shack, something you've heard other survivors refer to as the killer shack. The only reason you knew this is because you were told to stay away from it unless you wanted to get put in the basement.
She just pointed to one of the corners of the building, and looked over at you, "Оставайся здесь." And you didn't immediately understand her, though you were quick to pick up on what she was telling you. It seemed as if she wanted you to stay here.
Your safest bet on surviving was doing what she said, so you just nod and awkwardly place yourself in the corner she had been pointing at. She doesn't spare you another glance as she leaves you alone.
You're not sure how long you stayed there. You could hear the other survivors screams though, and you felt sick to your stomach at the sound of them being hooked and sacrificed to the Entity. They probably won't be too happy about this the next time you see them...
It was only when you were the last one standing that Anna came back to retrieve you. She found you exactly where she had left you, and even though you couldn't see her face due to the rabbit mask, she seemed rather pleased that you had actually listened to her.
If she had it her way, Anna would keep you by her side. Unfortunately, it doesn't work like that. The Entity would probably force the trial to end if you didn't either escape or die.
She begrudgingly brought you to hatch, the black mist pouring from it, silently promising safety if you jumped into it. You stared at it, confused about what it was, and that protectiveness she was feeling only seemed to grow stronger when you looked up at her for an explanation. The only explanation she offered was a slight gesture to you, and then the hatch.
"Иди, кролик." She says, lightly pushing you to the hatch and watching as you hesitantly decide to trust her, jumping into the hatch and leaving her alone as the fog comes and places her back in the Red Forest.
If she's lucky, she'll be in a trial with you again soon.
THE TRICKSTER
He'll immediately recognize you to be new. He prides himself in recognizing every survivor he's encountered, either by their face or by the sound of their screams. Mostly their screams.
And he certainly didn't recognize the scream he heard when one of his throwing knives ricocheted and hit you while he was chasing down another one of the newer survivors; Sable. It was a small, startled scream, nothing worth his attention, but it was new. That was enough to make this trial more exciting, and he found himself keeping his eyes peeled for you.
Which... was a lot easier than he expected it to be, because you just kept running right into him. Seriously. Did you not pay attention to your surroundings? Do you think he's a survivor?? Do you not see the bloodied fucking bat he's holding???
He's not sure if he's annoyed or amused by this. Partially both, to be honest. It's amusing to see you relax for a split second after bumping into him, not recognizing him to be the killer immediately. It's annoying because he'd like to hear you scream, please and thank you.
Jiwoon doesn't necessarily target you during the trial. To be honest, he's trying to weed out the other survivors before focusing his attention on you.
He wanted to take his time with you, to see what sounds he could pull out of you before the Entity forced the trial to end. Just the sound of you gasping whenever you bump into him has his mind racing.
This was honestly enough to keep him motivated throughout the entire trial, a certain bloodlust sparking in him. He relished the sound of everyone else's screams, but they weren't appealing to him right now.
He needed the other survivors out of the way. He needed you alone. And when he finally got rid of the last pesky survivor, the fun began.
And when he corners you in killer shack, he really didn't plan on being merciful. He wanted to hear you scream, and then he wanted to kill you, really. That was his plan.
The only way you'd get out of this alive is if you beg, honestly. And I mean beg. On your knees, crying, pleading, offering something in return for your survival. That sort of begging.
You were new and shiny in comparison to all of the other survivors, and maybe it's because he's a sadistic bastard, but he really does adore the sight of you on your knees, crying as he absently nicks your skin with one of his throwing knives.
This is where Jiwoon feels a bit torn, truth be told. He's never been a patient man, so he wants to get as many screams out of you as he can before the Entity forced the trial to end. But at the same time, he knew he'd see you again in a future trial, sooner or later.
It wouldn't hurt to prolong his time with you, would it?
The entire time he's pondering this, he's dragging the blade across your skin, relishing in the sweet sounds of your gasps and whimpers, and you stutter out a desperate 'please'.
Ultimately, Jiwoon decides to be nice, just this once. He'll mutter a quiet, "짜증나..." before hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you off.
You struggled, obviously, assuming he was ending your misery and taking you to a hook. He didn't really mind much, having an iron grasp on you that kept you from wiggling free.
He dropped you right next to the hatch once he found it, finding your small pained sound to be adorable as you look at your salvation with a confused expression. But before you can crawl into it and escape, he's grabbing you by the back of your shirt and pulling you back a bit.
For a moment, you think he's going to kill you, and you squeeze your eyes shut, expecting pain. But nothing comes. You feel him tuck something in your shirt, and he lightly pats your cheek, cooing a bit at your terror before he lets you go and leaves you alone.
And when you're back at the campfire, you find a photo of Jiwoon neatly folded and tucked into your shirt, signed with his autograph.
He'll have an encore the next time he sees you, and you can only hope you don't find yourself in a trial with him again any time soon.
THE GHOSTFACE
Would actually never give you hatch under normal circumstances. He's here to kill, so kill he shall. He treated you the same as any other survivor when he first saw you, though it wasn't until he was in chase with you that he realized how interesting you were.
For one, you were... surprisingly good at looping him?? For a newbie, he was rather impressed. That's not enough to get him to let you live, but it's definitely a start.
No, his interest is only truly piqued when you start quoting horror movies during chase.
Honestly, if he didn't know any better, he'd think you to be flirting with him. A person after his heart, truly.
It was only when he had you cornered that you really caught his attention. You weren't scared, and it intrigued him as much as it annoyed him.
He was just itching to dig his knife into you and take a photo of your lifeless corpse once he was finished. But even with your life at risk, you showed no fear.
Hell, you even mocked him.
"No, please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel."
Sure, you weren't the first survivor to mock him, and you certainly won't be the last, but he found you interesting.
Oh, he needed to kill you. He needed your photo in his collection, it would be his favorite.
But he thought it would be more fun to humor you. Danny was a patient man. This isn't the first time he's drawn out a kill.
You were honestly surprised that he had left you alone. You didn't think that would actually work, and you were... a bit concerned, actually. None of the other killers you had ended up in a trial with during your short time here has entertained you the way Danny has, and you're not sure if you should be scared or not.
And, much to your very hesitant relief, you didn't see him for the rest of the trial. You knew he was watching you though. Every once in a while, you just felt... you're not quite sure how to describe it, but it almost felt as if you were being hunted.
You'd see him from the corner of your eye though. Never for long, just quick flashes of his screaming mask. Honestly, you felt less scared when he was actively trying to murder you.
That's how the rest of the trial went for you, at least. Until eventually, you were the only one left standing. You may be new, but the other survivors had given you the rundown of what to do if you were the last one standing before the trial had started.
You had to find hatch. Which was... easier said than done, truthfully. Especially since you weren't sure where the fuck Danny was. There's no way he was letting you go, right? He's probably saving you for last, right?
Whenever you so much as caught a glimpse of something moving, you were scurrying in the other direction.
This is pretty much Danny's way of giving you hatch. There's no way he'd give it to you directly, not yet.
You had honestly thought you had found it all by yourself until you were fucking stabbed, the flash of a camera in your face blinding you.
Truth be told, Danny did plan on killing you. He had wanted to give you a false sense of hope. But your stupid little smile when you saw hatch got to him, okay? So he'll settle for this for now.
"You owe me."
And he doesn't even spare you a glance as he pushes you into the hatch's mist, his gaze intently focused on the photo of you he had just taken.
Unfortunately for you, you've caught his attention.
THE ARTIST
Carmina is one of the more merciful killers you may come across, so she'd be fairly likely to give a new survivor hatch depending on how the trial has gone and whether or not she's consumed by anger.
She only realizes that you're new to the fog when her crows surround you and you don't try shooing them away. When she finds you, you're actually... rather content having a murder of crows surrounding you.
Very very confused. She'll probably just stare at you for a hot second as you go about the trial without a single care for the crows swarming around you. Even the crows are confused.
You distract her long enough with your antics that a good chunk of the gens pop, and she had to force herself to leave you be in order to focus on hunting the other survivors.
She'll ignore you for the entire trial after she leaves you be. Her crows can keep watch for her.
So for the rest of the trial she's only vaguely aware of your location, occasionally stopping once in a while to determine whether or not her crows were still with you. They were.
Even the other survivors seemed confused by your behavior.
On the rare occasion that she bumped into you during the trial, it was always when another survivor was nearby trying to tell you how to get rid of the crows.
You never even tried to shoo away the crows throughout the entire trial, and at some point, they stopped swarming around you. They didn't go away, no. You, somehow, managed to tame Carmina's crows with little trinkets that you found littered across the place.
Honestly, the crows seemed to like you enough that even if Carmina told them to hurt you, they probably wouldn't listen to her. It's hard to believe that you were a new survivor with how calm you were about everything happening.
It's probably that calm nature, coupled with your ability to calm her crows, that solidified in her mind that you were the only one who would make it out alive.
And with a newfound determination, Carmina sacrificed the other three survivors with no issues, and she could hear hatch opening not too far away from her.
With the help of her crows, Carmina was able to easily bring you to hatch, and she could only tilt her head to the side and make a small, croaking sound as you smiled and thanked both her and her crows before jumping into the hatch.
This is one of the many moments Carmina laments no longer being able to create art. She'd love to immortalize the image of you smiling at her, surrounded by her crows.
THE CANNIBAL
Bubba is honestly torn when he spots you, because you look so afraid, cowering in fear at every little sound and struggling to repair a generator like the others had told you to. He understands your fear because it's something he's very familiar with.
And while he has a job to do, not wanting to disappoint the Entity, he can't help but find it hard to hurt you. No matter how hard it was, Bubba had no choice.
But when he approached you, you didn't run. Sure, you let out a startled shout, the generator blowing up in your face as you stared up at him like a scared animal, quietly begging him not to hurt you.
But you didn't run.
How could he hurt you when you weren't running from him? Everyone always ran. But not you. You weren't running from him, and he didn't know what to do about that.
Bubba's trouble was so very evident. He's always been an expressive person, so it wasn't hard to tell that this was stressing him out. His free hand kept clenching and unclenching his apron, and he kept making small noises in the back of his throat.
He doesn't want to disappoint the Entity, he doesn't. But he's not sure if he can hurt someone who's not running from him. You aren't running! He really likes that! The only people who never ran when he was around were his family!
The nail in the coffin is when you, even despite your fear, took a chance and set down the toolbox you were holding. You... you gave him a gift. Not one that he could use, but a gift nonetheless.
There was literally no way he could hurt you now the guilt would eat him alive. So, he just opts to leave you be to instead focus on the other survivors. He wouldn't feel guilty hurting them.
The entire trial, Bubba focuses all of his attention on getting rid of the other survivors. If he sees you, he gets all nervous and can't even look at you for long without babbling incoherently before scurrying away.
Some of the other survivors may pick up on Bubba's strange avoidment of you, and may even use that to their advantage by running by you in chase because Bubba just... he can't hurt you, I'm sorry.
He's swinging his chainsaw, and then suddenly Kate is running by you and he's coming to a full stop out of fear of accidentally hurting you.
It really stresses him out, and even though you're still scared of him, and even though he's supposed to be killing you, you can't help but feel bad. So whenever the other survivors got a little too close when Bubba was chasing them, you always made sure to stay out of his way.
It's okay to be a bad teammate because it's Bubba.
Jokes aside, Bubba takes his job as a killer very seriously. He may avoid hurting you, but he makes quick work of the other survivors.
And when hatch opened right next to Bubba after killing the third survivor, he took it as a sign from the Entity that he was meant to give it to you. Why else would it open next to him?
Bubba was ever the gentleman when he brought you to hatch, guiding you to it carefully and making sure you didn't trip on any debris littered across the area.
He even scared off a few judgmental crows! He knew how off-putting it was to have them watching you all the time, especially when you're new in the fog.
And when you quietly thank him, smiling at him as if he weren't a killer, Bubba was just over the moon.
It's been so long since he's had someone to protect. The fog is a scary place to be but he'll do his best to make it a happy place whenever you two are in a trial together.
・┈ ✦ ﹕𝖥𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆: dead by daylight
・┈ ✦ ﹕𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋(𝗌): the trickster ( hak ji-woon )
・┈ ✦ ﹕𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗒𝗉𝖾: gender-neutral reader
・┈ ✦ ﹕𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶: ☐ Yes ☑ No
・┈ ✦ ﹕𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌: ☑ Yes ☑ No
・┈ ✦ ﹕𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 (𝖢𝖶): mention of blood, trials, murdering in the background.
・┈ ✦ ﹕𝖶𝖢: 0.555 K
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You're basically asking to be his favourite problem when you sneaked up on The Trickster mid-reload to push him into the locker he was rummaging through, pushing a gasp out of the lilac haired male as he felt himself being shoved into the darkness of the locker, only for you to follow right after.
And when I say feeling himself getting pushed; it's not like he did anything to stop you from cornering him into such a tight space. If anything, he Iet it happen. Turning smoothly on himself so he could face you with that signature smile of his; blood stained lips curling as one of your lithe hands found its way on his hip, keeping him right where you wanted him.
A small surprised laugh could be heard bubbling from his throat as his bright yellow eyes stared into your own orbs, as if two twin dancing flames were able to read your soul whole while the dark drowned the place. The only source of light left between you once the locker door shutted, two glowing orbs.
There's a soft amused exhale that slips onto your face when Ji-woon breathed out his amusement, your own space just as violated as you did with his. Your breath mingling into the cramped space.
❝ Bold, ❞ the murmure was deep as his voice dropped away from that exaggerated stage persona he always kept on, even around you. You've gotten used to being around him more than others, especially more than any other survivors — except for Miss Lee Yun-jin who knew him before. But it was still there, more in a. . . private show, kind of persona.
It was so clear to him what your intentions were; separate him from the other killer he had been teamed with, that other monstrous being hunting down your teammates. . . trying to buy them some time. . .
And yet, here you are. Hiding in a locker with the very man who once sent chills down your spine with a single glance.
The same chills that runs up your spine now, make butterflies swarm your stomach when you felt the faint edge of one of his blades caressing the skin of your thigh, of your forearm, before he gently taps it against the wood of the closed door behind your back. It's slow, rythmic as he tilt his head, gaze lingering like he's studying something fascinating. . . something he wants to love and break at the same time.
He's so, so close. You can almost taste the metallic tang of blood on his lips, smell the faint sweetness mango and pineapple beneath the sharp scent of iron lingering on flesh and fabric.
❝ Jagi. . are you trying to save them? ❞ he chuckled darkly, his grin sharp enough to show all of his pearly whites in display despite the little light, danger slicing through the silence.
You blame the distant screams echoing beyond the locker when your heartbeats spikes up, swallowing the pool of saliva pooling in your mouth when he gets closer than already. As if he was testing you, crowding your space as he's waiting; watching for the smallest of flinches.
But you don't, not even a breath out of place as you don't move. And you definitely became his favourite distraction.
❝ . . or, ❞ his voice brushes against your lips softly this time, ❝ keeping me for yourself? ❞
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Gabriel "The Trickster", Jack Kline, Castiel
A/N: for the first time on a long time writing something that isnt one piece😂. The anime and the manga are on pause and i am crying🥲
Masterlist
Sam Winchester
Probably a date at home, ordering food and watching movies with you, the while cozy treatment.
Picking you Up at your home and ordering the take away on some restaurat, picking a cofee and getting to the bunker with you.
Eating while watching bad movies, anything you want to see and laughing cause It's probably a bad horror movie.
Reading in silence with your bodies entaged and sharing little mischevious looks.
And of course, at some point you start to make out and now you are trapped with him, una le to go back home.
Dean Winchester
Riding with baby, no doubt.
Like Sam, he orders some food with you, but instead of going to the bunker, he gets you to a nice and calm spot, far from society and organize a picnic on top of the impala.
If the weather it's good, there IS probably a river or lake near by to swim.
If the weather it's bad you stay inside the impala, eating and playing cards,
And like Sam, he can get a little to much needy and even if you are outside on the lake or inside the impala, he Will start to make out with you and you Will end Up getting frisky on the backseat.
Castiel
Probably at first he doesnt get the concept of date s he follows you with your daily routines.
Now, that he knows what a deate IS, he realizes that his perfect date with you it's the thing that you already had been doing, rutinal things.
Such as cleaning and shopping groceries, anything that helps you with your chores.
And usually, this "dates" end up with a tender moment wich usually is a warm Bath.
So its just the two of you, rubbing each other rubing your sore bodies.
With a slow music playing on the background, bubbles, music and even some wine.
Gabriel "The Trickster"
A party, a buffet, even a brothel, since he can make every scenario posible, everything it's the perfect date, cause It IS with you.
So, you get to choose the when and the where, cause he can materialize It in any second.
He just wants to make you laugh and have a good time, even if it's with the most bizarre or the most common things, i picture this man as a total pleaser.
But, the two things that he Will do no matter what it's eat sweets and feed you with them.
It's his nly condition to make the evening perfect, have you on his lap and put a Candy on your tongue, maybe with his mouth.
Jack Kline
A carnival or a amusement park.
He still has the soul of a child so his perfect date would circle around fun.
Eating pop corn, playing minigolf, trying to win everything on the booths, you still don't know where he got the money,
If he makes you laugh then the night IS a good one.
He finishes the night with a kiss on your doorstep, he saw that on a movie and wanted to try It.
Ji-Woon Hak | The Trickster/Gender Neutral Reader - Tick Tock Tick Tock 🌶️
Warnings: this fic involves themes of dubious consent and coercion
Tags: hand job, blow job, cum sharing, language barrier, no pronouns used, dubious consent, bargaining, minor character(s) death/injury
Author's Notes: No reference toward the readers gender or genitalia is used. This one has been in the holster for a few years now, but it's finally time to release it to the wild. Enjoy! (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+ Read it on AO3 here!
Summary: A strange set of tally marks appeared on your skin one day in the fog. A series of lines, about five or so, just along your neck. You were the only survivor you'd met sporting this odd branding. Some sort of weird indicator of an obsession on behalf of the entity, maybe? You didn't understand the significance until a series of successful escapes where you began to realize… the marks are counting down. And every failed escape added two more tallies in its place.
Since then you've become ruthless for survival. A renewed interest in avoiding death with the possibility of finally escaping the fog for good has you acting out of character. Brutally sacrificing and abandoning your comrades at many points in time.
You're down to your last hash mark and for whatever reason, this killer has quite the obsession with you. You're pinned down, with him standing between you and your eventual freedom, when he seems to propose a deal that could satisfy you both. Just what would you be willing to do for a chance to successfully escape the entity's clutches for the last time?
The Trickster was ruthless tonight.
He'd had his sights set on you all day. You couldn't even seem to take a step near a generator without him pinning you down.
Everyone knew what this match meant to you. Whether empathy or jealousy was their motive, they were all hell bent on ensuring your escape. Dwight died on hook, chasing the killer away from your body long enough for Lee Yun-Jin to pick you up. Claudette was brutally killed mere meters away from you just moments ago.
The sound of blades cutting through the air was barely audible above Lee Yun-Jin’s cries from behind you.
Suddenly she shrieked as she fell into you, tumbling, before taking you to the ground. The brief chance you took to look behind you revealed the horrid state of her wounds. Daggers pierced into her back, and forearms, jutting out her skin like porcupine quills. She was limp, nearly lifeless now as she whimpered, her voice small and garbled.
"Get--off!" You growled, scrambling from beneath her on your hands and knees, not before a dagger stabbed through her shoulder dragged against your calf muscle, leaving an excruciating long wound.
You cursed yourself inaudibly, unable to even put weight on it without crying out in pain.
There was no escaping him now.
They'd thrown themselves on every blade they could to protect you and what did you have to show for it? With only 3 generators done and one dead already, you were nothing but food for the entity.
You had to keep going, crawling away from her as far as possible.
With Lee Yun-Jin's death, a bell tolled throughout the area, indicating exactly what you feared. You were the last survivor standing. There was no chance of getting to a door, not at this rate. He could find you at any moment. Still, somehow, hope found you even during the darkest of times.
The trademark metallic slam of the hatch opening caught your attention.
You glanced over to your left to see its dark miasma oozing from the earth, a mere few feet away. On the verge of tears, you crawled your way toward it, the fate of Lee Yun-Jin sealed as you distantly heard Trickster’s blunt weapon hit bone. That only motivated you to crawl faster.
You were nearly there, you could feel whispers of the cold fog that emanated from the pit when the weight of his boot pressed against your back, stealing all the air from your lungs before the lid shut with a slam. A teasing laugh burst forth from him.
Bastard.
"Aw~" He sang, following that up with some choice words, no doubt bragging about his successful killing spree injected with expletives as he rattled on in Korean.
“Just fucking kill me.” You growled.
"Mmm?" He mumbled something more as he stepped closer.
“What the fuck are you waiting for? You won. Just fucking kill me already and get this over with.”
He stabbed his bat into the dirt in front of you, sitting on top of the hatch now.
You didn't fight back, didn't crawl away. You just laid there, waiting as he placed his feet at either side of your head.
He whistled for your attention, snapping his fingers to no response. You weren't gonna give this dickhead the entertainment he wanted just so he could kill you.
Just get it over with already.
The pain would be excruciating, but it was minor compared to the suffering you'd experience surviving for another 3– or who knows how many– more matches here in the fog.
“Ey.” He barked at you. “Ey!”
He muttered something. What sounded like a curse, before he stood to his feet, snatching your wrist from the ground, strong enough to tug you aggressively to your knees.
What now? Does he need me to fucking beg before he lobs his bat into my fucking skull?
He practically dragged you along your knees now, pinning your wrist in his grasp so he could drag your palm across the bulge of his crotch.
Shit he's hard.
The thought came so absentmindedly you hardly had time to recognize what he was doing.
“Get the fuck off me.” You jerked away, earning a frustrated chuckle from him. “What the fuck are you trying to do–”
The tip of his bladed bat pressed against your throat. Just below the fated tally mark. He bent at the waist so he was nearly eye level with you as he followed up with something you couldn't understand, and it was likely better that way.
Your eyes are tracking his lips, but nothing he says makes remotely any sense over the blood thumping through your ears.
It was gross how handsome his face was. Even while spattered with blood.
Shut up. Stop thinking like that.
He whispered something disconcerting, voice dark as he gestured toward the hatch. He pulled away his jacket to reveal a singular matching hash mark just above his left pec.
Suddenly it felt like you understood everything he was saying now, as a glimmer of hope kicked blood back into your brain. He kicks open the hatch, darkness and hollowed voices echo forth from the pit and immediately he has your full attention.
He speaks to you, in Korean still, like you can somehow magically understand him, gesturing toward the hatch before he reaches toward you, fingers a bitter cold as he grabs you around the cheeks, pursing your lips.
He curses something quietly as he strokes over his crotch again, his frustrated hiss prickling across your skin. He's hard, nearly enough that he's straining against his zipper, and for whatever reason, he needs you to handle him?
Perhaps, this isn't his own free will, but the entity's doing?
“Eh?” He motioned, urging you on. “Tick tock tick tock.” He sang, pointing to his wrist.
As soon as the hatch echoed shut again the countdown timer started. This was your best shot. To just give him what he wants, even if it makes your brain scramble at the thought. Under better circumstances perhaps you'd be more willing, but here in the fog it seems like even your fantasies become twisted, sadistic deformities.
The entity had a way of doing that. Learning one's deepest desires and using them against you.
Why else would you both be matched up together? Why else would he already be this hard, unable to satisfy his needs, despite himself? Having to choose between the freedom of escape and desire for release?
He's already unbuckling his belt impatiently by the time you crawl over, having made up your mind. This time, you don't jerk away as he takes your hand, placing it against his crotch. He's unreasonably far along, especially given the fact that he's not actually touched himself. Just how long has this been going on?
Was he really this turned on the whole match?
The thought makes you quiver somewhere you don't wanna think about.
Can't think like that at a time like this. Just focus.
You make quick work of unfastening his trousers and he's whispering something in between grunts– curses or thanks, more than likely.
He's wearing nothing underneath– which somehow aligns with his character in your mind– and as soon as you tug him free he's hissing into the air.
Same color as his lips…
As you stroke him, you try not to think about his details too much. Like his circumcised dick, or the intention behind the heart shaped trimmed hairs around the base.
You start with one hand gripped around his shaft, stroking at a slow, sensual pace. He's grunting, hands gripping his hair, eyes half lidded when he quickly starts growing impatient. He pulls your hand away so he can bend forward, hungrily gazing into your eyes before he spit into your palm. You return back to pumping him, squeezing tighter around his head as he briefly fucks into your fist.
He moans in appreciation, strumming his fingers over his nipples for a few short strokes before he smacks your hand away from his cock, answering in a long gasping moan.
You return back to stroking and he repeats this action twice nearly, stroking him until his voice is high and breathy just to pull you off as he gets too close to his climax.
“How the fuck am I supposed to jack you off if you keep stopping me?”
He doesn't necessarily respond but he chuckled devilishly, whispering something darkly as you watched his cock pulsating.
You're taking control, now, edging be damned. Time is ticking down too quickly, and with it so is your patience. Quickly and impulsively, you decide to suck him into your mouth, lapping at his tip as you use your three fingers to stroke him at his base.
He gasps loudly, as his hands join to grip against your head. Tight and trembling as breathes loudly, the metal chains at his waist jingling against your forehead as he mutters a plead warning before pulling away.
With his head tossed back, one hand stroking feverishly over his cock, melodic, tense moans echo from his throat as he's finishing all over his hand. Orgasm strong enough that he knocked his bat to the ground, not at all quick about retrieving it. Totally blissed out, shuddering through shockwaves of stimulation.
Fuck that was hot…
You have to fight the urge to try stroking him again. And you're completely entranced, watching him pant into the night air for the next few moments before he’s blinking back to reality, and is suddenly reminded of your presence.
He mumbles something before a long, breathy moan as he brings his hands to his lips, carefully licking his fingers clean as he lingers in front of you.
You're honestly a little too pliant now, allowing him as he pushes his fingers into your mouth, craning it open so he can lean down, pressing his tongue inside. Remnants of his cum mixed saliva flooding your senses.
That snaps you out of your lust fueled haze and you react viscerally, shoving him away as you rush to spit your mouth clean. He wipes his mouth against his sleeve, laughing.
“Motherfucker!” You cursed.
As you will yourself not to get sick, not to commit the salty taste coating the back of your tongue to memory, you don't notice he's got his bat in hand again until you hear the familiar opening of the hatch.
When you finally look over, he's smiling cheekily, twirling the weapon around with ease.
“Tick tock tick tock.” He sang again, tapping his wrist.
The entity would be coming at any moment if you didn't hurry, and it was obvious that now that his libido was gone, his patience had run out as well.
You can think of nothing to say to punctuate this puzzling departure besides a simple, “Thank you.” He answers softly, in an almost sing-songy tone– what you interpret as a sort of sweet, genuine goodbye, or good luck– as you crawl in head first, letting gravity lead you down into the abyss.
Nothing about your experience in the fog was either beneficial or redeeming, but in a way, this sick, salty kiss, felt like the most appropriate send off.
• He is so in love - with himself. But also with you. Which is crazy.
• Once you are dating this maniac there is no backing out of it.
• There are times when he sits you down on a log and he starts to sing some of his songs (choreo included). You should feel so honored - he literally is giving you a private concert!
• Trickster hates to be touched. At least at the beginning of your relationship. As time goes on he will let you touch him. At first slight hand holding, then quick hugs, longer hugs and after quite a while he will allow kisses.
• He loves kisses everywhere, but mostly on his chest/abs. He will feel like a king that is being worshipped (he seriously thinks of himself like a king sometimes).
• He loves to kiss you on your temple or the back of your hand - like a prince with his princess.
• During trials he usually spares you. Sometimes not.
Knight
• Tarhos is a special case - if you date him you date the whole crew.
• JK! But if you guys aren't alone you will ALWAYS be accompanied by the knights of the Compagna.
• Tarhos is SO protective of you. If someone steps even a little bit too close his hand is already on the shaft of his sword. You have to reassure him that everything is alright and that no one will hurt you.
• Tarhos will always spare you in trials - he thinks of you like a damsel in distress. He kills the dangerous people around you and you will be granted the hatch.
Frank (Legion)
• Frank is just an edgy, angsty teenager, he doesn't know any better. He will be so madly in love with you once you're together with him.
• He just wants to cuddle and be with you. He needs your warmth and loves when you are the big spoon. He barely got any love throughout his life.
• If someone hurt you Frank is going absolutely feral. Who did it? Where are they? He will fucking gut them like a fish!!
• Don't be mad with him, he is trying his best for you. :(
• This boy will always give you the hatch - if he hurts you it's by accident!
Danny Johnson (Ghostface)
• This mf.
• He is in love with you. Unhealthy.
• He makes pictures of you whenever he can, you won't even notice him! He keeps his favorites in his pocket, he has to keep you close to him for good luck!
• During the trial he loves to stalk you and then tackle you in a hug. He only will let you go if you give him a kiss.
• Remove his mask? Negativ. (If you got this reference i love you). He will remove it eventually. But for that you have to earn his deepest trust and show him that it's okay.
• He is so pretty. I picture him having brown curly hair, brown eyes, a slight stubble on his chin and a scar on his lip which he got from a fight with a victim (He is proud of that scar, he loves victims who fight back).
• He just loves to quickly move his mask over his mouth and then kiss you on your face.
