#yandere dbd

[holydayaria]

Danny canonically wearing strong cologne to make his presence known … i think he’d douse on a strong (and expensive) cologne right before breaking into your home at night, just so you know it’s him everytime. He even wears a small spritz out in public on the off chance you two “randomly” ever run into each other. Constantly scanning your face to see if anything clicks for you or not.

[bluecrimsonmoon]

Yandere DBD Idea

The Entity gets a bit bored of feeding off solely from the same old trials. Deciding to try the type of pain and horror that comes from being chased and trapped by someone that doesn't want to kill you but keep you.

Influencing the killers to become more affectionate and possessive towards the Survivors. This obsession can vary between each survivor and per trial as types of love range between romantic and platonic.

Trials grounds are altered to become more like an escape room and the sacrificial ritual hooks are changed to shackles of some sort.

Items and abilities are also changed to fit the theme better as well. Syringes filled with drugs, tampered healing items, obsession based perks, etc.

Survivors having to contend with their yandere constantly coming after them while also stressing about wellfare of their teamates.

The potential scenarios are:

Everybody is the Obsession and have to play an elaborate game of playing keep away where the attention of the killer have to be juggled between all of them.

One person or two if it is 2v8, is the Obsession and it is up to the team has to work on escaping as the killer thinks the others are trying to "steal" their darling.

Another incentive is that if the Entity is pleased enough, then it will allow for a killer to keep their survivor for a little bit to play house before everything is reset.

Heck if a killer peforms adequately enough times then some memories would not be erased and they could have their own one-on-one personalised trial with their chosen darling survivor.

Essentially adding love in all it potential twisted glory as a new ingredient for the cocktail of emotions The Entity feeds off.

[yanderes-galore]

Can I request Springtrap DBD HCs?

YES! I love writing Springtrap so much! I am going to have so much fun writing this :D

Yandere! Springtrap HCs

(Dead By Daylight)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Reader, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Violence, Blood, Murder, Sadism, Springtrap likes to smell you, Implied jealousy, Forced "relationship/companionship" (Barely can call it a relationship.)

From what I can tell from Springtrap's voice lines... He's both theatrical and animalistic.

He's also sadistic... but that's a given because he's Springtrap.

In his voice lines he often acts taunting.

Not only that but he often says he can smell and taste your fear.

For a man who was crushed within an animatronic suit... He certainly acts like an animal in this realm.

Sometimes he's a feral beast... Other times he's acting like he's the ringleader of his own twisted circus show.

I definitely think he's going to be horrifying to have as a yandere.

Any version of Springtrap or William Afton is horrible as a yandere...

But this one feels worse... because death is never an escape.

The Entity's realm serves as a never-ending loop of pain, suffering, and death.

It will always be you and a group of survivors running from one or two beasts the Fog has decided to pit you against.

So imagine how bad it would be to catch the animatronic rabbit's attention.

He happens to find you entertaining to chase.

Especially if you're one to either play along with his games or even fight back.

Springtrap has grown to love a challenge within this realm... There's always fun prey to hunt...

But due to unfortunate circumstances... you happen to be his favorite.

If you want to take a plot point I often use in my Springtrap fics... Maybe you could be the survivor that was released alongside Springtrap?

Like... maybe you worked with him or knew him before the springlock failure... only to be chased by him when he awakens as Springtrap 30 years later.

Poor you... by that point you're probably in your 50s fully expecting to die by your insane undead boss...

Then you wake up in the woods at a campfire, forced to spend eternity here surviving not only other beasts...

But that very same serial killer who was once so interested in you.

Yes... having Springtrap know you before everything is my new favorite plot point to write...

Yet he could still become obsessed over one survivor that just so happens to impress him somehow in chases.

But for now... I'll stick to my favorite idea of you originally looking up to William Afton before he became, y'know... a murderer.

I feel like Springtrap likes to draw things out.

When he's hunting his obsession he takes it slow.

Especially if you're someone he knew before this mess.

He remembers you as fun prey and doesn't want trials to end too fast between you.

I feel like Springtrap would pretend to hunt you at first... only to go after other survivors before you.

He wants to save the best for last every trial.

Springtrap would also taunt you the entire time, no doubt smug when he digs his axe blade into one of your new friends.

A shame... you're already trying to replace him?

You can't replace him...

He'll always come back to you.

You hear the screams... the pleas for help.

These were people you foolishly tried to learn more about... but death means nothing here, does it?

I feel like Springtrap is petty enough to punish those around you for being too close to you.

He seems like the kind of man to get jealous when his obsession's attention isn't directed towards his twisted whims.

Even when he was alive... He's always been a man who wants the spotlight on himself.

Assuming you both once knew one another, he'd definitely be trying to thin out the trial just so it can be the two of you.

Then he can take his time continuing what he started long ago.

He really does like playing the long game with you.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it? Ready to play with me again?"

Going against Springtrap would feel like one big game of hide and seek... along with chase.

As said before... he draws it out... bringing up memories you both share.

Yet his tone drips in sadism.

"Remember when you used to come to me to learn? Always so eager you were... haven't you missed our games...?"

His axe drips blood... all from the past victims he slaughtered just to meet you one on one.

You're scrambling to look for the hatch... or even open a gate to leave this place...

All while he takes his time to search for you.

Springtrap also seems like the one to make you feel like you've won... then crush that hope in front of you once you realize there's only him.

I'm thinking he'd let you attempt to go for the hatch... only to appear out of nowhere and close it on you.

His grin would be wide when he sees you stare up at him, fear on your face with blood staining your clothes...

"Your fear smells delightful, darling... Did you miss me~?"

You can run all you want... but Springtrap knows there will only be one victor in this game.

Him.

Springtrap in DBD's behavior is similar to the previous Springtrap stuff I've written in the past.

He'd be possessive, sadistic, manipulative, and honestly... I can see him getting jealous.

If he knew you before becoming the rotting rabbit... He'd feel envious if you replaced him.

Like by the time you meet again you're an entirely different person.

You've gone from looking up to him.. to probably making your own family or something in your 50s/60s.

It... irritates him that you left him behind.

However... now that it's just you and him...

He can make up for lost time...

He can show you that you can't forget him.

"Replacing me with new friends...? I'm hurt... but I will show you that I am MUCH more fun than them...."

I feel like Springtrap would enjoy manhandling his obsession too due to his new strength.

Springtrap likes the difference in strength between you.

Sure, when he was human he probably still could do this...

But you look so adorable with the fear on your face.

He would pin you, laughing as you tremble before him.

Considering his voice lines... I feel like he'd also be smelling his obsession?

Your adrenaline always has such a nice smell to him... which makes him hold you still as he settles closer to revel in it.

It's disgusting obviously... especially since you can smell him.

It's not pleasant... He smells of decay... compared to him you smell sweet.

He finds that addicting.

I do feel like since this is a death loop... He'd kill you a few times.

As said before, he is a petty man.

He probably does it originally to punish you for trying to "move on" from him.

Yet eventually he just decides to wait out the clock... to test how much time he can have with you before you're taken from him again.

Imagine if he chooses the pizzeria map on purpose just to taunt you more?

He proposes games of hide and seek, wanting to see you hide as he hunts you with a grin.

He loves these games you two share... even if you aren't a willing participant.

Oh... He's been obsessed with you since he was a human.

He remembers when he used to be your entire world as your boss... always so fascinated by the robotics he creates...

But where's your respect now?

You act like you don't know him...

Perhaps it's because he stopped hiding what he truly is... a bloodthirsty beast who yearns to play hunter.

He doesn't mind being stuck in such a place.

Especially if it's with you.

He thinks you should consider this your very own personal hell..

This is a punishment for thinking you can escape your past.

Now you're his.

The thought sends a thrill down his decaying spine.

Here... He can keep you to himself.

The others will die quickly... but you?

He'll savour you.

He doesn't need to share here, this is simply a game you can both play together... forever.

Doesn't that sound lovely? Just the two of you? Together for all of eternity?

To him... this is how it was always meant to be... he was always going to come back to find you... even in a place like this.

"You're all mine now, aren't you, darling? Why don't we play another game, just you and me, a party of two~!"

[la2yn0va]

Tournament Of Desires

Yandere dbd killers x entities servant!male reader

Warnings: Take a guess

Notes: So… I just remembered I promised to make a story about this. So uh… here ya go.

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Meg: WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH THEM!!

Meg yells as she punches Leon, who blocks it easily with his hands, allowing Meg to use him as a punching bag to drain her anger.

Feng: THOSE ASSHOLES WERE FUCKING TRYHARDING!!! FOR WHAT!!?

Ada: More than usual.. pricks.

The usually calm and collective spy was also clearly angered. Infact, all the survivors appeared angered. More then they usually were, being forced to endlessly partake in a murder game.

Bill: They’re clearly motivated. But what?

Jane: Tch. So motivated that they cheated.

Jane said as all survivors remembered the killers breaking a rule of the trials. Like vaulting a little too fast, or breaking pallets faster than usual. That or their anger blinded them from logic.

??: It seems all your injuries have been patched up.

A new voice entered the cacophony of voices, all turning to see the resident servant, and hottest thing in thee realm, M/n. The one who HAS to have the answers to the recent events.

Dwight: M-M/n! Thank god you’re here!

M/n: I need to be. The killers are excited for this event.

This made everyone’s ears perk up. An event? One only for killers? That’s new, that’s never happened. What the hell IS this event?

Kate: What’s the event?

Jill: Come on! Spit it out!

Leon: Hey relax. I’m sure he’s gonna tell us.

M/n: Whoever performs the best in the trials get a reward.

They all shared a look. All of them were slightly if not very scared to ask what this reward is. A universe to destroy? An earth to experiment on? So just then, Tapp asked the question faster then anyone else could

Tapp: What’s the fucking reward?

M/n:…Me.

Everyone:…WHAT!?

M/n: I am the reward. Due to the killers having a connection with me of sorts, the entity decided to use me as a ‘Prize’ for them to motivate them to do better in the trials.

Every survivor was stunned. Stunned in disbelief, shock, and even jealousy. M/n, void of emotional understanding, believed this to be them NOT understanding what he said.

M/n: In short; The Entity will relinquish its hold over me for a certain amount of time, and I will become the servant of the killer who wins this little event.

M/n’s eyes then darkened. His eyes becoming a void of black for a few seconds before returning to its original form. One that the survivors knew meant the entity was calling on him.

M/n: I have time for 1 final question.

They blinked, they wanted to know more! Yet the entity is torturing them again! Why aren’t THEY included in this event?! HOW can they stop this?! HOW does a killer move up or down in this tournament?!

Ace: WHAT KILLERS ARE WINNING!!

The gambler bursted out loud, making everyone glare at him. Why the fuck should THEY care who was winning? Ace chuckled awkwardly, but was saved by m/n’s addictive voice.

M/n: As of now, the winner is The Plague. Second place is The Nurse. And Third is The Mastermind. I must be going now. The plague has earned my presence for a couple of minutes.

Before any one of them could protest. M/n dispersed into a black fog. Leaving the survivors alone to think, strategize, and writhe in jealousy.

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The end

[itsmeyaspider]

Until the last scream~

Yandere Frank Morrison (Legion) x female survivor reader x Yandere Danny Johnson (Ghostface)

Notes: Ever since 2vs8 came out, I couldn't help but wonder what these two would do if they liked the same survivor! So, it didn´t took me all too long to decide to finally write something about them. I hope you enjoy the fic.

Trigger warnings: Yandere themes, describtion of murder, blood and gore, stalking

The sudden, yet expected cold wind that blows almost gently through your (h/c) colored hair brings your whole body to shiver. A single blink is already enough to realize exactly where you've been taken once again. The heavy snow that almost makes your feet disappear completly, the fridgid air that takes your breath away, and above all, the cozy wooden hut that was built in the middle of this godforsaken place. Ormond. With a small sigh, you stretch your arms wide out as you slowly but surely move gently through the snow. You're never usually this nervous during matches, but this time it's different. According to your teammates, two killers are now hunting eight survivors down. At first, you couldn't believe that the Entity would allow something so heinous, but Jane's disturbing, almost fearful gestures spoke for themselves. Your friend had never behaved so shocked before, no matter what happened or how bad it got, she stood strong. But this time even she couldn´t control herself. God damn it!! You thought as your (e/c) eyes wander to the bright flames before you.

Your feet carry you almost automatically toward the generator. With another annoyed sigh, you crouch down and begin to repair it with your fingers. It doesn't take long before another survivor crouches down next to your generator. The unmistakable smell of nicotine suggests you that it can only be Bill. You look over at him, and your suspicion is immeadiatly confirmed. His green clothes, which have long lost their colours, are covered in dirt and blood. Despite the miserable situation, he greats you with a small smile. "Don't worry, (Y/n). We will show these bastards, no matter how many there are."

Now a small smile forms on your lips too, somehow, the old man always manages to cheer you up. You turn back to the generator, as an unknown feeling of unease creeping up your spine. If you only had your beloved flashlight right now, you would feel much safer. Unfortunately, you don't have one, but maybe you'll find one in a chest. After all, you're known for taking on killers in chase, but without a flashlight it could be more difficult. Impatient, you start to bite your lower lip, as your fingers run through the diffrent cables. Your thoughts slowly wander off again. Which killers could it be? Could it be the Trapper? Or perhaps Oni? Another unexpected shiver runs down your spine, as you immediately peer behind you...is someone watching you? No one. The only thing your glazed (e/c) eyes can see is the white snow that covers almost everything. Is it just your imagination? Probably. After all, this whole situation is quite strange, even for you, but you have to focus. The faster you work, the sooner you can leave this horrible, far too cold place.

After a short while, the generator is done. The loud, unmistakable sound of the repairs finally being completed brightens the otherwise melancholic atmosphere. You stand up carefully, as you gaze to the veteran. "I told you-" But before the older man can continue his wise words, he is suddenly attacked by a dark figure wearing a white mask. The sharp knife pierces your comrade's back, blood drips onto the ground as your friend begins to grunt. "You bloody bastard!" he curses as Bill runs away. Shit. Immeadiatly, you turn around as well but before you can run into another direction, you hear a small giggle. You start to stare at the familiar killer one last time, as he gently tilts his head. His hand runs over the blood-stained knife.

"Don´t worry, sweetheart. We only need to get rid of these cockroaches and then we will have enough time for you.~" His raspy voice, which sounds even sinister through his mask, frightens you. You never thought that such a monster could actually talk, not that you cared much about it, but still. "Ah..before I forget. Don´t try to escape us ever again, because we will find you and this time you will not be able to run anymore. Understood, sweetheart?"

What the hell?! His obscene, almost gruesome words run over and over through your head. Goosebumps start to form on your body, as a sudden feeling of pure disgust overwhelms you. You don't hesitate any longer, as you immediately run in another direction. After all, you don't want to walk into that psychopath again, at least not without a weapon. The only thing that matters now is getting out of here quickly. God, you really need that bloody flashlight.

As you further sprint through the snow, in hope to find a chest, you are suddenly jarred out of your thoughts by a loud, shrill scream. Instantly, you turn your head towards the source of the noise. Before you can even think through about it, you rush to your suffering comrade. You shake your head one last time, pushing your worried mind aside. I—no, we can do this! You tell yourself as you jump through a window. You land roughly on the ground as you continue running. Fortunately, you can see your friend from afar, her agonising scream is impossible to ignore. It doesn't take too long before you finally reach the cage, the sight still shocks you. The blood gushing from her which slowly turns the white snow red, the smell of death which lays the air. God, how you hate this place. Immediately, your hands grab her waist and with a strong swing, you lift Claudette out of the cage.

"Thank you, (Y/n)" she stammers, as you answer with a small yet comforting smile. "Don´t worry Claudette, we will survive this too." You didn't have to think twice as your hands did their best to treat her huge knife wound. That's probably the only right thing you could do right now. You gently try to wrap the wound with bandages, and even though the stench distracts you from time to time, you focus only on healing your comrade. "Let me guess, Ghostface?" you ask her, but Claudette just shakes her head. "No, it was Legion." Nodding, you continue to treat her wound, unable to suppress a sigh. "Oh, damn... well, your wound should be fine now, be careful though! I don´t want to see you again in this cage." "You too, (Y/n)."

Claudette start to smile, as she sets off and runs to the next generator. You take a deep breath in and out, as you gather all your thoughts together. Ghostface and Legion, then? Huh..a bad combination. You clear your throat once as you shake your head. Even though the situation is miserable, you can do it or at least you hope. After all, you've encountered them many times before and successfully escaped. Why should it be any different now? Suddenly, that uneasy feeling you witnessed before creeps back in. Damn it! Why did Ghostface say such weird things? It doesn´t make any sense! Maybe, he wanted to scare you but on the other hand you never ever heard him speaking before. Was this all just a coincidence? You nervously chew on your lip as you continue moving forward. After all, it's dangerous to stay in the same place for too long.

Your feet, which are no longer visible through the snow, drag you onward. Every now and then you hear more screams in the distance, but whenever you want to rush to their aid, they have already been helped. Just as you spot another generator, you notice the conspicuous hill. If you remember correctly, there was always a chest to find. You don´t think much either as you walk to the small hill. A big smile spreads across your face as your guess turns out to be right. There is indeed an unopened chest there. You immediately crouch down as your fingers gently pick the lock. The loud, creaking sound of the timber could tell that you have successfully unlocked it. Cheerfully, you open the cabinet, as a flashlight catches your eyes. The grey metal glitters in the few rays of sunlight, which almost blinds you.

Hastily, you grab the indirect weapon. Gotcha! Satisfied, you rush down the mount when your (e/c) eyes capture an all-too-familiar scenario. David, who is running away from Legion, leaves a trail of red liquid behind him. Your companion tries his best to get rid of the killer, but before he can run to the next pallet, the teenager brutally stabs him. A short but loud scream could be heard as David falls motionless to the ground. You quickly crouch behind a large rock as you silently observe the trial. I will save you...just wait. The masked killer starts to peer around, but after a short amount of time he decides to grab your friend firmly by the shoulder. But before the entity can get a grip of David, you rush out of your hiding spot.

Your thumb immediately clicks the button, as a familiar bright light shines through the dark eyes of the killer. And before Frank can even proced what's happening, his hands cramps into fists. The previously motionless survivor uses his second chance as he jumps on the ground and sprints towards the pallet. An annoyed cry escapes the murderer as he suddenly glaces at you. He stands still for a silent moment, and just as he is about to turn back to David, you blind him again. After all, you have to make sure your teammate has enough distance. If it means facing the killers from face to face, then so be it. "Tch... you again."

Just as you are about to run away, you feel a strong grip around your arm. "Where do you think you're going, doll? Just because you have a beautiful body and the perfect face doesn't mean I'll forgive you so easily. I'm bored of our endless game of cat and mouse." His words, which sounds from time to time even angrier, send you into another state of shock. "We've been too merciful with you for far too long. If you dare to be so bratty again, I'll make sure your pretty face isn't so perfect anymore. We'll find you (Y/n) and you won´t get away this time. Now run, doll, before I do something I'll regret later."

You didn't have to hear it twice, immediately you break free from the man's grip and run as far away as possible. With every deep breath you take, you could feel your heart beating faster and faster, so as if it were filled with pure adrenaline. The strange words of the two murderers, which you had never really taken seriously before, now render you with increasing fear. What the hell? Is this a sick joke you couldn´t understand?! All of this is slowly becoming too much for you...you really need to escape as quickly as possible.

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How long have you been running now? You've lost track, your thoughts are too preoccupying. Of course, you tried to repair a few generators, but you simply couldn't concentrate. No matter how many times you tried. The feeling that something—no, someone—is watching you got worse and worse. It feels as if there are eyes everywhere, which staring deep into your soul. In the end, you decided it would be better to just keep sprinting and help your comrades. But they're long gone, the entity already got them..Shit.

How many generators are left? Is another survivor here? Questions upon questions rush through your mind as you fell how your (b/s) body is slowly freezing. The coldness goes through your head and you realize that every step is torture for your already shivering legs. It feels as if they are long frozen. You only can dream about the warm flames of the campfire, the bright, glowing fire what is keeping you sane. I will make it, I always do. you tell yourself, your gaze fixed on the ground. Somewhere here the hatch should be, but you can´t remember where it is exactly. You quickly look around as you decide to run into the huge hut, your hands clutching the flashlight tightly. After all, it's the only thing that will keep the killers away from you for a short time.

Suddenly, a cold shiver runs down your spine, your whole body start to twitch. You close your (e/c) eyes as you continue to sprint. You can't give up now! You've outsmarted them both before, and you can do it again. As you cautiously enter the warmer environment, you hear a loud familiar noise. Your eyes immediately widen as you race straight toward the source of the noise. The black fog surrounding the hatch is hard to miss, the warm feeling of relief sneaks up to you. Soon you will be back and see the other survivers again, they will probably tell new stories, something what makes you even more excited.

As the hatch is within your reach, you suddenly notice a masked figure wearing a black leather jacket. You can feel how your daydream shattes in less than a second, as the killer closes your escape route with just one god damn stomp. Abruptly you lift the flashlight and as you are about to turn it on, you feel another hand grab yours. Immediately, the flashlight falls loudly onto the floor and rolls slowly but surely away. You try to pick it up, but instead it is kicked away by a dark figure. “Nanana...sweetheart. I told you we'd find you.”

You don't need to turn around to put two and two together, damn it, that´s bad - really bad. “L-leave me alone—” You do your best to sprint to the nearest pallet, but suddenly Frank grabs your hips and throws you to the ground. You let out a pain filled scream as your hand automatically wraps around your stomach. “Tch...you're really stubborn. I warned you, doll, and yet you still try to fight us. What should we do with someone as bratty as you? Any ideas, Danny?”

Legion glances at his masked friend as he simply nods with his head. “Hmm...” Ghostface creeps over to you as he crouches down beside you. His hand reaches for your chin, forcing you to stare into his white mask. “Sounds for a punishment. Am I right sweetheart?” Danny's thumb strokes your lips almost gently. Disgusted by what is happening, you try to escape his grip, but immediatly fail when Frank grabs your (h/c) (h/l) hair. "You look even hotter when you are scared, doll." Shaking, you move your legs, thinking you might be able to kick one of them—but before you can act, you feel another sharp pain on your scalp. Frank grip strenghs, preventing you from defending yourself. “STOP!” you scream, grabbing your hair wildly. “I'm having a good day today, and you're going to behave yourself, understand? Otherwise, I'll get angry, and you really don't want to see that.” , "Oh, he's right about that, sweetheart. Frank tends to get pretty aggressive, and he's not the only one. So, be a good girl."

Just accept that you are ours and we promise to not hurt you any longer.~

[apollodarling-writes]

Babycakes can you pretty please write a male y/n x yan!ghostface where y/n doesn’t die in the end and lowkey falls in love 🤭 (also pretty please make ghostface a praiser 🙏🏽)

FAMOUS LAST WORDS

yan! dbd! ghostface x gen jockey! male! reader

cws : yandere themes, a bit of dry humping, praise, creampie, choking, rough sex, kinda ?? handjob (reader receiving), orgasm control, knife play, anal, pronebone, dubcon??? , mentions of public masturbation, thigh fucking, danny is a tease, reader cleans his blood off of the bowie so blood play but ingestion??? , cum eating i guess but the reader is made to clean up his cum from danny’s gloves.

the fog that hung between the trees was particularly thick this trial. the red forest was known for being hard to navigate in some areas due to the low lighting, and the natural fog scattered throughout the landscape was of no help either. you were unsure if one of the survivors offered the entity a bottle of murky reagent, but it had become harder to see than it already was. you suppose you couldn’t complain as it made you harder to track, and thus it was easier to hide.

your group had completed two generators without a single person being hooked. anxiety knotted your stomach as you mulled over what the killer was up to. was the killer waiting for your group to finish the generators and then camp the gates? were they watching from the shadows and getting some sort of sick pleasure from watching the lot of you squirm? the answer to these questions was beyond your reach, and you knew that all you could do was focus on the task at hand. if you struck the wires too early, you would blow up the generator and the killer would surely know your location if they didn’t already.

a chill runs the length of your spine, gooseflesh raising the hairs on your body. you stop repairing the generator for a moment, the feeling of being watched prevalent as your swivel your head to find the source of the gaze. you’d been in this realm long enough to abide by your instincts. your gaze flits through the trees, your heart thumping in your chest as you are unable locate the source. chalking it up to the quietness of the trial, you busy your hands with firing the wires of the generator, successfully sparking one portion. you sift through your toolbox, searching through old and rusted scraps for something to replace one of the broken parts.

a hand suddenly grips the back of your neck, hoisting you off the ground. a hand muffles your cry of protest, bending your front over the generator.

“shhh… just be quiet now, baby.” a muffled voice all but pants, their chest pressing against your back as they lean forward to whisper in your ear. “i’ve finally got you to myself….”

you recognize that voice — the ghostface. realization washes over you; the quietness of the trial, feeling watched, the lack of a terror radius…. it all made sense now. your tongue darts out to lick the leathery material of his gloved palm in a feeble attempt to get him to release you.

“be patient now,” the ghostface groans, “we’ll get there, pretty boy.”

the ghostface maneuvers his fingers to grip your wrists, pinning them behind your back while grinding his half-hard cock into the meat of your ass. you squirm at his touch, feeling disgusted at the desperate panting the man behind you let out.

“i know you’ve been thinking about this,” the masked man grunts, his breath hitching. “i’ve seen you fuck yourself in trials before — did’ya think i wouldn’t know?”

shame and embarrassment wash over you, a quiet whimper leaving your lips as a hand snakes around to palm you through your bottoms. “n—not here… please—“

“god, look at how cute you are,” the ghostface coos, his gloved hand slipping past your waistband and cupping your length. “keep begging like that and i won’t be able to control myself.”

“i’m not—“

“ah-ah, quiet now… don’t you wanna be good for me, baby?” he purrs, your hips bucking as his thumb brushes against your cockhead. ”mmm, so sensitive. i think im gonna have fun with you…”

the ghostface’s hand tugs down your pants, your protests going unheard as you hear his robes shift. his cock slides between your thighs — the intrusion unwelcome and unfamiliar.

“stop… i cant — we can’t… not here.” you panic, your gaze flitting through the areas you could see. god forbid any of the other survivors witness this and get the wrong idea. you’d be considered a fucking traitor. maybe they’d even think you were selling them out. or, shit, what if they thought you were slutting yourself out to survive?

“shut the fuck up,” he groans, his cock brushing against your shaft. “just sit there and look pretty for me, ‘kay?”

your mouth immediately closes, figuring it would be better to just let him have his way and hopefully all five gens will be done by the time he finishes. your body is tense with shame and guilt, your thighs clenched around the masked man’s length in an attempt to get him off faster.

the ghostface spits in his hand, wrapping his fingers around you again, and pumps you in time with each thrust. with each movement, you find yourself melting into his touch, biting your lip to keep yourself quiet. he was too good at this, and he fucking knew.

“y’like that, baby?” you could hear the smirk in his tone.

“fuck you.“ you grit out, hating that you were becoming aroused at such an invasive, disgusting act.

“oh, i plan to, little bunny.”

the masked man removes his hand just as you were on the cusp of your orgasm, a soft whine leaving your lips. your cockhead is flushed an angry red, beads of precum now smeared along your shaft. “why’d you—“

you suck in a breath as a finger slowly dips into your ass, curling into your g-spot. the feeling was foreign, and it hurt like a bitch, but fuck did it feel good. “yeah? just like that, pretty boy?”

he slowly pumps his finger, careful not to hurt you as he works up to another one; his fingers scissor and stretch, curling into your prostate. before you knew it, the man had gotten three fingers in you, your legs shaking and your whimpers increasing in volume as you come closer and closer to your climax.

“fuck — ‘m gonna cum.” you pant, your back arching as you try to fuck yourself on his fingers. through a lust-induced haze, you hear a faint chuckle before the sensation you crave eludes you. the ghostface removes his digits, your cock twitching and aching for release.

“oh, you poor thing. were you gonna cum?” the man murmurs teasingly, his own erection throbbing beneath the layers of his robes. he eagerly grips the back of your neck and ushers you on your stomach behind the generator, lifting his clothing just enough to carefully push inside of you.

“y’so fuckin’ tight..!” he hisses, releasing your wrists to press down on your lower back. your fingers find purchase in the dirt of the forest floor as the ghostface slowly thrusts into you, your gummy walls hugging the man’s cock so deliciously.

with each thrust, you found it harder and harder to control your volume. with the way the man had angled himself, the tip of his cock bumped against your g-spot damn near constantly. your stomach tightened as your release began to approach once more, desperate whimpers and whines leaving your lips as tears pricked your eyes.

“i’m gonna cum – ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum…” you whine, “please, i need more!”

the killer groans in ecstacy at your desperation, his cock twitching inside of you as one hand wraps around your throat, lifting you from the dirt. “gonna have to fuck you more often, yeah? youre doin’ so fuckin’ good for me, baby.”

his digits tighten around your throat, cutting off your air supply as your jaw slackens at the brutal pace. a gurgled moan parts your lips, your face growing red from the lack of oxygen. mercifully, he releases his grip on you, but is quick it with the cold steel of his bowie knife.

the ghostface snakes an arm around your midsection, pumping your cock in time with each mind-numbing thrust. you hold yourself up as the blade trails along your flesh, drawing thin lines of blood. it seemed that the man was getting off on the pain he inflicted, his thrust becoming harder, faster.

the blade trails up, pressing against your lips. “open up, baby. gotta clean up your mess.” the ghostface breathily groans, his thrusts growing sloppy.

your lips part, the blade resting on your tongue as your lips close around it. it tastes like iron, your own blood coating your tongue as your cock twitches in the killer’s fist. ropes of cum spill onto the leather of your assailant’s glove, a long moan erupting from your throat as your vision blurs with tears. your hips buck into his grasp, the killer never once stopping. your mind melts into a delicious quiet, the only thing you’re able to focus on is how fucking good it feels.

“fuck — you feel so fucking good, bunny.” he groans, sheathing his blade and replacing it with the cum stained leather. “be a good boy and clean off my glove, yeah?”

the killer pants as you mindlessly obey his order, the bitter taste seemingly only serving to arouse you further. you lap at the cum on his glove while the killer fucks into you with fervor, breathy groans leaving him as the chill of his mask presses into your shoulder. the ghostface weakly thrusts into you as his climax washes over him. his cock twitches inside of you, cum painting your insides as he slowly comes down from his high.

the man is quick to fix his attire as the exit gate sounds, leaving you breathless as cum drips down your thighs, the scent of dirt and sex staining your clothing. with shaky legs, you pull up your bottoms and quietly mull over what just happened as you make your way to the exit gate on the opposite side of the map.

[midnightlee25]

Creature of the night- (Yandere Unknown X Reader)

For weeks now you felt like you were being watched but since it was October, he just blamed it on the spooky season vibes.

After all you’re supposed to be on the edge of your seat during the spookiest month of the year……right?

To help distract you, your friends took you out for a Halloween party.

Luckily, they seem to do the trick for a little while as your mind was completely on the party and having fun with your friends.

It was after the party when the horror began.

During the drive home, something had rushed out into the road, and your friend that was driving swerved to avoid it almost crashing into a tree.

When he got out of the car to check what it was, something snatched him into the darkness.

Panicked, some tried to leave the car only to also get pulled into the darkness by unknown limbs.

Luckily for you you had been frozen in fear to leave yet at least had the foresight to lock the car doors.

But that won’t keep you safe… not for long anyways.

You saw something – in front of the headlights.

It was a nightmare you had never seen before and the words it spoke haunted you even more.

Come home

Come here

I won’t hurt you

I love you

It sounded so distorted, like something trying to mimic speech, but could only repeat what It heard before.

It’s waiting for the right moment to rip you out of the car.

By the end of the night it will have you.

One way or another. 

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Dracula Headcanons (Castlevania/Dead By Daylight Crossover)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one is the Base Yandere Headcanons For Yandere Dracula! Anyway, let's do this and I hope that you all enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: Dracula of The Castlevania universe and in the Dead By Daylight Games is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)  

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Yandere Dracula Of The Castlevania Universe and From The Dead By Daylight Games- 

.Dracula can be a bit inconsistent as a yandere and a man in general, he is a very complex creature and yandere. 

.One thing that does stand out is his outstanding malice for humanity and God. 

.There being ONE SINGLE Human that is the exception to the rest of Humanity and who he cares for deeply. 

.That one human being you, you are the love of his life and he refuses to lose you to anyone, not even God could have you. 

.He believes himself to be the only one out of all men, women, creatures, or whatever else is out there to be good enough for you. 

.This stems from his HUGE and well-defined Superiority Complex. He sees himself above every other creature so of course he would see himself as the only one that should be with you and the only one worthy of you. 

.But also he thinks you should be grateful that he wants you because, at the same time, his superiority complex has him thinking he is way above you and that you should feel honored that he wants you. 

.Of course, he still sees you above all the rest of humanity, but still not as good as him. 

.He has not loved anyone this much since the death of his late wife, so that means there is something special about you, that you are an extraordinary person and human. 

.He has a soft side with you, regardless of him thinking he is better than you, this soft side only his wife and son have seen, but with you, it is even more special. 

.For it is his love, desire, and devotion all wrapped up in one. His eternal loyalty to you, the love of his life. 

.He may even dare say that he loves you more than his late wife, which is shocking to even him! 

.One of his biggest yandere traits is his cruelty not to you, of course. No, no, but to all his rivals, the people who may try and keep you from him, and anyone who dares lay a hand against you in any, way, shape, or form! 

.Another one of his biggest traits is his indifference to Rivals, people trying to take you away from him, and people who hurt you.

.He does not care which one of these that they are, he treats them all the same, with death. they did not deserve to live for they were either hurting you, trying to make you theirs, or getting in the way of his love for you! 

.For that they have forfeited their lives and they will not see daybreak. Anyone who dares do any that was mentioned will be erased from their mortal plane. 

.He would justify his killing of these three types of people by saying they were in the way of his love for you, or they were trying to steal you from him, or they hurt you. 

.Each of these three reasons is in his mind more than enough for you to accept that he did it for you and that you should be grateful that he killed them. 

.He would mainly deal with rivals swiftly, he is not going to let them run amuck and try and take you from him. 

.Although the people that do help capture you and bring you back to him are rewarded handsomely and he would have them even be guards over you. 

.So that if you escape they will be able to bring you back and keep you from leaving ever again. 

.He is respectful to you and to the people who serve him, but you cannot trust anyone who serves him, for they will not be loyal to you. 

.Which means you are being watched by his servants may they be life ghouls in the entities realm, or the servants in his castle. 

(I headcanon that the entity gave him ghouls/golems whose only purpose is to serve him and do whatever he commands) 

.He is not afraid of anything, except for one thing and that is if you were killed for good as he had lost his wife and it changed him into Villain. 

.He does not know what he would fully do if he lost you, the first thing would be to burn the world to the ground and salt it behind him. 

.To make this world suffer for hurting him again and take his revenge on all living life. 

.He is also a very protective yandere for the same exact reasons, he is afraid he will lose you and he cannot bear for that to happen. 

.He is a very loyal yandere as you would be his one and only lover and he may even make you into an immortal creature as well! 

.So that way he can never ever lose you. 

.But in the entity's realm he does not have to give you up and for the most part, he does not have to be afraid of you dying. 

.You will be his for eternity and he can keep you, because the entity rewarded him with you, you being the dark lord's prize. 

.He would confess his love once he gets his hands on you. 

.Now that he has you you will accept his love, if you do indeed accept his love you will be treated like the royalty he sees you as and he will keep you in his castle and have you tended to hand and foot. All your needs would be met. 

.If you turned him down he would tell you how ungrateful that you are and that you should realize how lucky you are that he chose you. 

.It matters not, because he will still take you and force you into his castle where he will have you as his captive partner, his darling the love of his life. 

.He has all the time in the world in the entity's realm to court you, and since you were a gift to him you will never ever be able to escape him. 

.You are his to cherish, you are his treasure! 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSs, Another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!