#dbd male killers

[babiebom]

Dbd Killers as Nicknames my friends and I use in game

A/N: because i think. I only have like one thing posted for dbd. These are the Male Killers!

Tw:maybe cursing? None? Slight sexualization of certain killers?

Genre:headcanons? Or written like headcanons at least

Wc: maybe 3+ for each killer?

The Trapper/Evan Macmillan

Has no nickname

Is just "the trapper"

Always said in a panic tho

Is usually called a "stupid stupid man"

The Clown/Jeffrey Hawk

"Oh it's *imitation of him coughing*"

His nickname is just us coughing in gross ways

Also "you absolute baboon" by when we're upset

The Ghostface/Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson

My boyfriend

I exclusively call him this

Everyone else says "oh no your boyfriend is here"

Or we call him Ghost-a Fa-che in really bad italian accents

The Executioner/Pyramid Head

Conehead

Forgot the word pyramid

Also trianglehead

Usually proceeded or followed by "ewwwwww why is he sludging up the place????"

The Twins/Victor Deshayes

Ugly little baby

We forgot that he is not really a baby

We also call him Viktor Vector

Usually followed by "kill her little baby"

Or "stomp on himmmmm"

Then "yeah that's what you get you ugly baby"

The Mastermind/Albert Wesker

Lil Kitty Meow Meow

Bc I accidentally called him whisker

And that reminded me of the Lil kitty meow meow meme

Is usually followed by his "urgh" when he does the dashy thing

The Nemesis/Nemesis

Nemesussy

It was a slip of the tongue that stuck

I also call him Thanos half the time

I forget his name and panic

Then call him Thanos because big purple man

Usually proceeded by "oh god it's Thanos I can see his stupid little zombies"

The Doctor/Herman Carter

Has no nickname but is usually called out by saying "sorry I can't talk right now he's ELECTROCUTING ME"

followed by imitations of his laugh

The Legion/Frank&Joey

I do not know how to write this

It's literally just The Legion but pronounced with a very bad French accent

Also Franklin or Frankie-boy

And Josepher and "which one is this one again"

The Trickster/Jiwoon Hak

We either call him Trickster

Or Jungkook from Bts(yes this whole thing)

Is usually followed by "bob and weave and bob and weave"

Or is followed by "please dont kamsahamnida me"

The Wraith/ Phillip Ojomo

Bing Bong

Because when he hits his little thing it goes Bing Bong

Usually proceeded by "oh god" and "please don't be bingbong"

Usually followed by "oh god where did he go"

The Hillbilly/ Max Thompson Jr

We just call him by Max

I usually call him Maxie-poo

Cute

The Cannibal/ Bubba Sawyer

Like Max we just call Bubba by Bubba

Bubba is a cute nickname in of itself

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka

Onigiri

Because I said "Oni? Like onigiri?"

Followed by screaming or "someone stop him he's eating my blood"

The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn

Rootie tootie mcshooty shooty

Because it's funny

Also sometimes call him the hashslinger

Or hashslinging slashed

From spongebob because we again forgot his name

The Shape/Michael Myers

Miku Miku

Because I panicked when I saw him and could not speak or remember his name for the life of me

Usually followed by "oh god this is gonna be a bad match"

Also followed by singing the song but only by saying Bing and bong.

The Nightmare/Freddy Kreuger

"Ew its stupid what's his face....sleepytime....nightnight"

Has no real nickname because we're not happy to see him

"Why is there blood coming out of this...oh."

"Haha your neck is bent weird"

The Blight/Talbot Grimes

Incoherent screaming

Literally it's "uhhhh HA HUHHHH WHA HELP"

Followed by "why is he so fast?"

Or is called speedy Gonzales or Sonic

The Knight/Tarhos Kovács

I have accidentally called him the borgo

We also just call him the knight or just scream

The Cenobite/Elliot Spencer

Pinhead

I find it funny that that is an actual name for him

Because we usually call him that

The Demogorgon(?)

Or "stupid pinhead" but you get the gist

Also BabyBox

Bad doggie

He is a dog that is bad because he keeps biting me with his weird little face

The Dredge(?)

Is this thing a male? Idk but it counts

Again we are bad at remembering names

Half the time he is called the sludge

Usually followed by "why is it nighttime"

[theres-a-body-here]

Sable: "When meeting new people remember to keep it light and casual. Use our conversation starters if you get in trouble"

(Y/N), nodding along: "Light and casual, got it"

~~~~

(Y/N), throwing themselves at the Killer's feet: "I LOVE SWEATY, EVIL, AND VIOLENT MEN, PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

Screams and yells echo through the realm as the killer frantically attempts to shake off (Y/N) from their thighs

~~~~

Sable, panicking and holding her head: "He's pulling the freak-off card THIS EARLY?"

Mikaela, looking through binoculars: "If he u-turns the topic back to the Mori Rework we might clutch this"

[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.

[gravysside]

*cough*

woagh who drew that

[m00ri]

HAVE A FUN READ AND ENJOU, SORRY FOR THE KISSING THEME AGAIN IM SO TIRED AND I DONT CARE IT'S SHOWTIME!

Yandere Trickster x gn reader

Warning; yandere and obssesive behavious, blood and again stabby stab stab.

"Sing for me Songbird."

The fog tinkered with your memories, leaving nothing behind but your name.  It probably wanted to make sure you focused on the pain and suffering that will come with every trial you will be forced to participate in.

The realm was harsh, cold and dark. It was a torture, but even there you found something that kept you sane. It was a song, or at least a melody. It has been stuck in your head ever since you got here. Not even that damn entity knew how to get rid of it. Your stiff from cold fingers fumble with the generator. You were humming the oh so familiar tune. It kept you sane, helped you calm down and you didn’t even know the words or the whole song. Just the same old tune, humming it like a broken record. Oh if you only knew, that not only this tune but also your pretty raw screaming was a music to his ears. Every match he waited for you. Every single one. You have no idea how much disappointment he had to endure when you weren’t there. His muse, his songbird. He just can’t wait to hear you make those sweet sounds, or to see the sweet crimson seep out of your stab wounds. It was beautiful, just like you. His only problem was that you didn’t even pay attention to him outside of those trials. You wound him. You should be honored, he gives you his time of the day, why can’t he get yours? The Ormond was cold, frosty grass crunching under your feet. The freezing hurt your tongue and throat. Painful but refreshing even if there was a light scent of smoke. The horn of the generator pulled you out of your thoughts, white lights signaling it was done. You smiled proudly, ready to get up and head to another one. Rubbing your hands you tried to give them so warmth. No heartbeat, no rising adrenaline, no killer. You breath on your hands, a light puff of white could appear. 

A scream echoed through the still air, your heart sank. With lips trembling you found yourself humming. You silently backed away from the generator.

Everything was going good, why now? Your heart started to race, anxiety creeping in. Head pounding with stress but you kept humming. Then a knife flew next to you, screaming loudly and you turned around to see the sinister smile of the famous trickster. You couldn’t run, this time fear made you stop dead in your tracks. “Oh my, a fan I see? How charming, how about an autograph hm?” He got closer, your face twisting in fear and confusion as you tried to force your body to move as far away as you physically could.

“Oh how lovely you hum, and the screams! My, the screams! I could say I’m obsessed.” Your back was met with one of the walls. Face twisted, in silent terror as the man got closer. You hated the trickster, he loved to torture you, you didn’t even want to know what he got planned for you this time. “Oh we are going to have so much fun this time, and don’t bother screaming. You are the last one.” He pinned you to the wall, his warm breath fanning across your face. He was so close, too close. You tried to shrink yourself, to be as small as you could to escape. His face drew in closer, the coldness of the air didn’t bother you anymore, in fact you swear the weather shifted and you felt hot and then his lips touched yours. The kiss felt long, passionate and sweet with a coppery after taste as he drew away.

“Now sing for me, Songbird” White pain blossomed in your stomach and you soon found out why you tasted copper. Trickster had stabbed you, slowly making the cut deeper.

You felt your warm blood drip from your mouth and you could help but grant his wish. You screamed with all the energy you had left.

[pixestck]

The Knight HCS; what would he be like in a relationship? ༊*·˚

Tarhos Kovács , NSFW hcs & SFW

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ღ; Tarhos really dosen’t feel the need to love or be in relationships. He doesn’t have the time nor does he really care. Most likely you would be a ‘pet’ or a ‘plaything’ for him, satisfying his needs and then being thrown away until he needs you again.

ღ; Really intoxicating, really. He’s like a drug to you, fucking you in just the right spots and always sweeting you to come back— or getting his guards to find you. (🫣)

ღ; if you realllyy wanna get him going, continue messing generators up, spamming lockers to alert him or just hog ride him. Don’t allow him to get hooks, block the other survivors from him. Once everyone’s been downed besides you, you should wish yourself luck. Tarhos is ruthless, he will not put up with intolerant brat behavior. If he needs to, he will call his guards to fuck you silly until you learn your lesson.

ღ; ceo of taming brats. Cannot change my mind. Even if you look at him funny he’ll slap you silly. Every moment he’s asserting his dominance over you and letting you know he could knock you over in one little tap if he wanted.

ღ; will bend you in all sorts of positions, reaaally tests your bodies limits. Fucks you into lockers, etc. bending you over used pallets and taking you from the front as one of his guards takes your behind.

ღ; Getting to close to finishing a gen? Cool. He destroys it and spawns either Alejandro, Durkos, or Sander to go after you while both him and one of his minions double team you into fear.

ღ; If you’ve been teasing him with generators all game, he’ll down you and fuck you right infront of the gen, preferably he loves to make you get it towards 98-99% until he fucks you and then breaks it just for funzies.

ღ; not the best at aftercare, (sorry luvies) he makes sure your okay before either leaving you to bleed out or hooking you;, if you’ve pissed him off badly that trial. He’s never really been in relationships long enough to know what aftercare is, he just knows sex and that’s it.

—- calmer stuff

ღ; unironically loves fruits, idk he looks like he would eat fruit on a daily basis ( 😔 )

ღ; probably smells like a mossy cemetery that’s been locked up for centuries because of ghosts haunting it and people never returning out of it, them foggy cemeteries.

ღ; Dosent know his abcs

[diejager]

Run, Rabbit Run! Pt.2

Cw: implied smut, DARK, yandere, murder, blood and gore, Ghostface is a menace, betrayal, canon typical violence. Wc: 1.4k

Note: pt 3??

Previous

He loved the look of fear on your face, the dread that sunk into your skin, and the slight shaking in your hand. Your face drained, seeming so frozen that he thought you stopped breathing and died, heart seizing frightfully; but he knew that expression when your brain calculated the risks for fight or flight. On this occasion, it was flight.

You bolted, legs swinging you over a window and through the tall grass (or corn, was it a corn field? It didn't matter to Ghostface). In your instantaneous act of terror, you chose a random direction, unaware that you were leading him to a corner. He followed behind you, neither too close nor too far, just at the right distance to have your heart beat frightfully and not hear his breathing.

He loved it, running after you as he did before, one step behind you and so close to having his hands wrapped around your pretty neck. He wondered if you'd let him in again, to bite your neck and shoulder with red kisses, to take you apart in his arms, and to let him talk to you about the things he did - only this time, he wouldn't shy from sharing the gruesome stories he painted for the world to see.

He turned sharply at the corner, determined to cut you off before you left the walls of this weirdly shaped maze. He flashed his knife, the one he intended to gut you with, and jumped at you. You caught the glint of his knife too late, gasping for air when his body tackled you, rolling on the floor. You groaned in pain, cheek laying on the rough, dirt ground of the farm. Ghostface's body was warm and heavy, and strong, he straddled you and cooed.

"Missed ya, doll," he didn't have a distorted voice, he had no use for a voice box in the Entity's world. He couldn't be fought, he couldn't be stopped, and he couldn't be killed. "Didja miss me?"

His voice was familiar, too familiar to be normal. The drawl in his words and the soft, yet raspy tone of it reminded you of home: Pennsylvania. You knew he started there, killing off the people you knew before ultimately choosing you and failing to kill you. It was the cataclysmic event of your life, it festered fear and paranoia of everyone you knew and met.

His gloved - they were also warm - fingers played with your sides, moving upward to knead the flesh of your shoulders and pinch your nape. You flinched at every touch, even the softer, appreciative ones from the killer made you jump. He threaded through your locks, locking with the base of your hair and pulling your head back. You yelped at the harsh motion, feeling your hair being pulled from its seams with the force of his grip.

"I asked you a question, (Name)," he hissed in your ear, his mask kissing your cheek. "It's impolite to ignore your boyfriend."

You gasped, his use of words sent chills down your arched back. It couldn't be, could it? The thought of Ghostface and Jed being the same person made your heart drop. Tears blurred your sight, threatening to spill the second you connected the dots he placed for you.

Jed was a tease, but he was loving and caring, he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in his world. Although he found interest in the murders since the start of your move, his words made the twisted truth into a dark fantasy that people got hooked on. That never stopped him from loving you, spending the night in your bed, comforting you when your paranoia and nightmares hit you so strongly that you crashed. He was the light in your life, a pillar of reassurance and comfort.

Unlike the reaper, renamed Ghostface by Jed, was a cold, calculated killer that found pleasure in blood. He murdered as he loved, mixing both in a perverted need. He stabbed with passion, he killed with devotion, and he drew stories up with fascination. Ghostface was the killer you ran from, he was your demon as you were his obsession.

"N-no- no-," you cried, nails digging into the ground. You felt frustrated, angry, and betrayed. Were you being lied to by the killer or was he telling the truth? You wanted to ignore him, block out his familiar voice and the words he kept singing to you. "You're not-"

"Not Jed, hmm?" you could hear the mocking pitch in his voice, his head tilted forward, letting his nose touch your cheek. "That's mean, doll. I thought we had something going on. Really, I really thought we had something, didn't you?"

"Shut up!"

Your enraged outburst earned a scoff from him, he crawled off your body and moved you to face him just as you were planning on pushing off the ground and running. He cocked his head left, straddling you once more with his hand mockingly waving his knife. The threat hung on a thin string, and Ghostface had an unpredictable pattern of instantaneous and planning acts. If he wished to gut you where you laid, he would, but if he wanted to watch you run, he'd let you go with a cackle echoing in the eternal sunset.

You wished you could move, hit him, dig your fingers into his clothes until you got to his skin and claw him bloody, you wanted to hurt him as he hurt you, but your hands were pinned beneath his knees.

"What? Can't run now, can ya?" he chuckled, voice light with perverted mirth. "You had me running all 'round since Pennsylvania. Home's real far now, isn't it?"

Your teary eyes glared at him, lips pulled in a toothy sneer, you hated him. (Did you really hate him? He was Jed, wasn't he? If his words were truthful then you felt torn in two.) Dirt smeared your face and your hair formed a messy halo around your head like the angel Ghostface spent years hunting.

His thumb brushed the smudged brown on the apple of your cheek, but you turned to bite him, teeth clicking when they didn't bite any skin. He clicked his tongue, quickly taking his hand away from your volatile mouth. He knew you were a biter, he remembered you biting into his shoulder when he got rough, begging for him to bite back. You were a little minx when you were comfortable.

Though you were adorable, denial wasn't something he appreciated from you, that glint of doubt in your eyes almost felt insulting. You were so attentive, eyes following his every movement, he liked the attention. You followed his hand, reaching for his mask, eyes widening when he tilted the ghostly face up and peered down at you with hazel hues.

You gaped like a fish out of water, shocked into silence. New tears brimmed the corners of your eyes, rolling down your temple in quiet submission. Your breath stuck in your throat, body trembling beneath him.

"Da-Danny?" you whispered, voice so quiet he almost missed your words. God, he loved the stutter in your words, a nervous little wreck he mended as Jed.

"Good eyes, but look closer, babe. I know you can do it," he lowered his head, breath mixing with your panicked ones. Panic looked good on you as fear and dread did, he wanted to eat you alive. "C'mon, (Name)."

"You-you're Jed too?"

He rolled his head back, chuckling at your meekness, you made yourself smaller, wanting to hide from him. The bubbly personality he grew up knowing turned into an introverted and paranoid survivor. He was drunk on the knowledge of the change he brought, changing you into the person you were, he broke your cocoon and clipped your beautiful wings. He wanted you to himself before, and now still.

"Bing! Bing! Congrats, babe! I knew you were smart, " he chuckled, fingers digging into your neck. He watched you gasp for air, struggling to free yourself from his hold. "Oh, don't worry, we'll see each other again."

He raised his knife over his head, the sharp edge gleaming gold with the setting sun. A crazed glint crossed his eyes, flashing darkly in his beautiful face (you always found Danny pretty, the dark-haired introvert was handsome, and Jed's hazel eyes reminded you of Danny. Your liking of Jed probably stemmed from your little crush on the dark boy from your neighborhood) when he finally swung his trusty weapon.

"We'll have eternity together, doll."

Next

[phsyco-sinner6666666]

I realized I had a fat crush on dis man after playing a game against him, and honestly.. I want him to- anyway here's something you can read to get your rocks off😩🖤 Oh and i found the art off of pinterest and the art goes to the original creators.

Dbd The Knight x M!Survivor!Reader NSFW

MINNORS DNI YOU BEEN WARNED

Warning: Roughness, throat fu$king, hair pulling, and light choking.

You were almost done with the last generator. You were so focused on it that you didn't even notice the treading footsteps of the killer approaching until it was too late. You where grabbed from it and you screamed out of fear you where then pined to the rough wall and a hand wrapped in metal garments grasped your neck you saw the hand and who it belonged you wanted to scream but couldn't. The man in the garments was haluing a sharp sword on his shoulder you where prepared for it to be lodged in your stomach but nothing happened.You had then noticed you were hard he had noticed you leaking pre-cum he then lightly presses against your hard cock making you mouan he looks at you then at your hard boner in your pants. You didn't know what to do it felt like hours had passed as the looming man was waiting for your response but you didn't know if he was gonna kill you if you said no but you then noticed he lighted his grip on you and he dropped his sword.You had then nodded he let go of your neck and he backed up and then grabed his helmet revealing his face he was very handsome, long black hair, a chilsed chin, devilish features, and souless cyan eyes. He then grabbed your face and kissed you on your lips. You leaned into the kiss, feeling your heart beating as if it was about to fall out of your chest. He released from your lips a spit line trailing from both of yours, then took off his metal garments and chain link armor to reveal his toned body and hard member in his pants. He then slid off his pants revealing his cock it was a little dark, had foreskin, veiny, and pretty gurthy, you where in awe of it. You had then got on your knees and licked the tip he let out a sigh of pleasure, and he bucked his hips to signal to keep going. You grabbed his cock in your hand and took half of it in your mouth the man grabbed your head and pushed hard hitting the back of your throat hard you stayed calm trying not choke on his cock or your own spit he began to move his hips and his cock in and out of your mouth. You where gagging on his cock making you leak more pre cum on the ground he started to fuck your throat more violently

"MMhm~"

The vibrations from your face made the man shiver in pleasure and let out a moun with one final thrust he came into your throat and waited for you to swallow it. It was kinda sweet but with a hint of bitterness after he heard you gulp it down he took his cock out and slapped it lightly on your face teasing you you kissed and licked it. He then picked you up and turned you around making your face touch the hard wall he then began to slide off your pants revealing your ass and hard cock he pulled your hair making you arch your back and you voice whine, he then licked his finger and stuck one up your anal walls going in and out it felt a little weird but you had quickly gotten used to it he then inserted another one and the pleasure started to come in. You were moaning like crazy he then took out his finger and flipped you back around to face him he then made your legs wrapped around him, and he slowly started to insert himself into you.

"Ah~" You both let out a mouan as you both felt the pleasure from one another he then made you face him and he then started to kiss your neck while pushing his cock more inside. He was fully inside of you he then grasped your neck and held it kinda tight making you loose your breath but you liked it and you wanted him to keep going.

"Aha~ ngh!~"

He began to get rougher and rougher you where gonna cum and he knew he fucked your hole violently his cock reaching half way of your stomach it bulging out of it.

He did one more hard thrust and you felt him warm cum a s then you came on yourself and him.

"AHh~UhH~!" You yelled out, letting out in extreme glee.

He then grabbed your hips and pulled you close, and placed his head on you. You then closed your eyes.

A few moments passes and you then heard crackling of a fire and coughing of surviors you where back at the campfire with a warm feeling inside of you but you couldn't tell what it was and you just waited with the other surviors waiting for whatever was gonna come next.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.Writers Note📝.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

I'f you where wondering why you couldn't remember everything the reason is because it's cannon in dbd that the surviors forget everything they learned in the trial and some characters that are Clairvoyant remember mostly everything that happened to them in Trial.

But hoped you liked this one and have a good day or night😘

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

[unnamed-blob]

The Ocean Is My...

⇢ Pairing: Mer Ghostface/Meg Thomas

⇢ Length: Multi-chapter

⇢ Chapters: (1- Home) (2 - Grave) (3 - Drug) (4)

⇢ Synopsis: The ocean has been Meg's home for as long as she can remember. But the tides have shifted with a new mer appearing, and now Meg has to fight to keep her head above the waves left in his wake.

⇢ A/N: Warning for near drowning. This got much darker than I intended. (I can't even decide if its on par with "One way or another" or worse. You can be the judge of that). Danny grabbed the script right out of my hands and tore it to shreds. Jerk

Swirling bubbles filled her vision no matter how Meg twisted and turned, billowing her in each direction. She was certain she wouldn’t know up or down if there wasn’t a firm presence attached to her wrist and ankle, dragging her swiftly through the water. 

Meg forced her eyes open when the barrage of bubbles stopped tickling at her cheeks, retinas burning from the onslaught of salty water. She blinked, half grateful the air from her lungs was gone already or she would’ve lost it then. 

She wasn’t certain what she was staring at at first. A pale face stared up at her, black hair billowing in the water, framing the angular face. A human nose, a slight stubble. 

Perhaps the grim reaper, was her first thought. Perhaps he had come in a form she could comprehend, to make her passing easier. 

But the scales were an unexpected addition, and the slitted, golden eyes that honed in on her. And the burning in her chest, the need to breathe too present for an afterlife. 

Her gaze darted to the black seaweed- an appendage- holding her limbs hostage, suckers lining the soft, light grey inside. She followed the tentacle to where it connected underneath a human torso, a mass of swirling lumps in the water, curling over themselves but not tangling. 

The scene clicked into place and Meg jerked her gaze back to his face as he grinned at her, revealing rows of sharp, jagged teeth. 

A mer. An octopus mer. 

The swimmer jerked instinctively, but the tentacle squeezed tighter, yanking her closer. Meg ignored the blaring warning, grabbing at the slippery appendage as the mer gave a low, threatening hiss, the fins on the side of his head fanning out from his hair. A low rattle rumbled from his chest, vibrating the water and shaking Meg’s bones. 

Another tentacle easily swiped from the mass to entangle around her opposing arm, yanking it to the side and out of the way. The others curled closer in tandem, curling around her legs, halting her helpless kicking. 

Meg scrabbled at the dark masses, blunt nails uselessly sliding off of the skin. She jerked, panicked, as the limbs easily crawled up her limbs, the mer coiling tightly around her. She yanked her head back, finding his face hovering over her with a petrified gaze. 

Dark, slitted eyes blinked back at her, before the edges of his mouth pulled back into a grinning, jagged smile, eyes twinkling coldly. 

Meg’s heart thundered in her chest, lungs squeezing painfully with the hopeless need to breathe. She flailed more desperately now, the edges of her vision pressing into darkness, reminding her she was on borrowed time that was slipping fast.

He stared down at her impassively, waiting patiently for his prey to drown. 

The ocean may be Meg’s home, but this was his territory. 

The redhead made an aborted motion to grasp at her throat, the pressure building behind her eyes, pressing against her skull. Surely this was past the capabilities of the human body- it felt like her chest would explode. Like her body was simultaneously trying to cave in on itself and explode outward. 

Meg tried to jerk her limbs free, desperately, helplessly. She could see the light filtering from above, the sweet croon of breathable air hovering several feet above her. But the tentacles kept her firmly in place, unrelenting as the mer tilted his head at her, practically disinterested with his captive’s weak struggles. 

The redhead drooped as the fight began to leave her body, blinks slowing and limbs slackening. Her vision wavered with a pinprick of light, swallowed by the creeping darkness. Her head fell listlessly forwards, body suddenly limp, held only afloat by the encircling tentacles. 

The water stilled, as if it were holding its breathe at the sight. The mer blinked curiously at her prone form. A questioning chirp vibrated softly in the space around them, fins batting at the water as the mer watched her intently. 

Nothing, not a twitch of a finger or an eyelid. Not a fight left in her. 

The octopus mer’s tentacles began to slowly untangle from his prey as he drifted closer to peer at her still face. At the dark red strands flowing in the water and the peaceful expression, panic now wiped from her face when she’d been desperately struggling. 

Pity, he crooned lowly in his chest, she’d been quite cu-

A palm slammed into his sensitive nose, blood staining the waters as he lurched backwards with a pained screech, claws pressing over his face. His tentacles lashed wildly, half in defense against another attack, half trying to ensnare the enemy, groping blindly in the water. 

The redheaded swimmer propelled herself upwards, feet kicking in a frenzy as she narrowly avoided a tentacle swiping underneath her. Arms paddling desperately for the surface, reaching up- up- up-

Meg broke the surface with a gasp, coughing and sputtering as the salty water burned her throat, lungs protesting to the delay of oxygen. She greedily sucked in mouthfuls of air around panicked gasps, jerking her head in every direction.

There! Her surfboard, encased in swirling patterns of blue and green, flashed its eye catching hues at the edge of her vision, floating innocently nearby. Meg lunged for it, panic fueling her every motion, desperately jerking her head in every direction as she warily watched the waters. 

Stillness, guarding the horrors underneath. 

Meg didn't waste a moment longer, didn’t look as she turned for the shore and threw her arms into paddling. Not a thought past the desperation, past the burning in her chest and shoulders and whole body. Past the visions of tentacles lurching for her, forcing her to slam her hands with more vigor. The fear that a single glance would allow them to catch up, to ensnare around her once more. 

Faster, she urged herself, pulling herself lower, faster, faster, FASTER-

The relief crashed into Meg like a tsunami as she slammed onto the sand, fighting the pull of the water as she lurched out. Her knees shook, weak and crumbling underneath her shaking form as they crashed onto the sand. 

Small grains pressed uncomfortably into her skin as she crawled, halting only when her arms followed suit, sending her slamming sideways into the hot sand. She collapsed in a heap of trembling limbs, unable to make more than a breathless wheeze, akin to a dying animal. 

Meg lay on the sand, panting for breathe as her body ached and screamed, the waves singing their familiar tune- now squeezing her heart in terror at each crash against the sand. At the mental image of claws digging into the sand, dragging her back- 

Her eyes fluttered and the darkness crashed over her vision as her body fell limp.

[m0ntg0merygat0r]

𝕰𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖈

𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝔗𝔚: 𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯, 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔡𝔯𝔲𝔤𝔰

𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔶 𝔍𝔬𝔥𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔵 𝔊𝔑! ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

Deep in the shadows stands a character with a white screaming face. It waches you, as if you were its prey, taking photos without you knowing. Breaking in to your apartment while your sleeping. It notes your schedule to know where you are at all time. But you never noticed until one morning you found a note with a picture attached to it on your nightstand. Next to the note lies a rose in a deep almost black shade of red. As you look at the picture you notice, it is a picture of you sleeping in your underwear, as usual you had decided not to wear pajamas . In that moment you started regretting sleeping this way most of the time. You would never have thought that one day you would end up having a stalker, who broke in your home and left you this note. You didn’t even think about reading the note because of how terrified you were, you hoped that you were dreaming or that it was just your ex. You even hoped that it was just a burglar who left this as his sign to let you know you were robbed. Instead you jump out of bed and go through your belongings, looking if the intruder was still here or took something. Deep inside yourself you knew that it was not a burglar, it was clear for yourself that you have found yourself a stalker, you just didn’t want it true. You looked through all your things, but didn’t find anything missing. The note was still lying on your nightstand with the picture and rose. You still wore nothing other than underwear, so you finally put on a shirt wich was bigger than you. You didn’t notice, but the shirt you put on was the shirt of your toxic ex-boyfriend . After putting on the shirt, you got ready and went to the kitchen, at least wearing pants now with that stupid shirt of your ex. You text your best friend Nina, who you knew since you were 4 years old, asking her to meet you as soon as possible. But you don’t call the cops, wich seems weird to any other human. Please everyone else would call them in this situation, but you don’t. 𝙒𝙃𝙔 ? Because the cops in your town are mostly lazy or corrupt. But that has nothing to do with your case? Yes, but cause of these two things your father was put behind bars for a murder he didn’t commit and died there just one month ago in a prison riot. Your father raised you alone, because your mother was a huge drug addict and needed to be removed from your life for your own safety. Sadly it didn’t stop you from doing drugs yourself, having a junkie mom I mean. You were doing drugs, drinking,smoking and stealing since you were 14. At least you start getting better at not doing drugs, but still smoke, drink and steal. Anyway. After some time your friend replied telling you to meet her at 4pm in your favorite cafe Gigi’s Bakery. Before going to the cafe you change your clothes to at least look normal, not like a zombie, and notice the note again. This time you read it …..

“𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔰𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔩 ;) “………..

You were shaking on your entire body, staring at the note in your hands. So you really had a stalker. Unknown to you the Ghost who stalked you that night and those before, stood in the shadows of the woods next to your house watching you.

Hello guys, this is just an idea I’ve had.

Will probably and hopefully if I find time continue.

I’m new to writing so if this is bad I’m sorry.

[babiebom]

DBD Male Killers Sexuality Headcanons

A/N: Finally time for the males. Remember this is just for fun and no harm is meant. Also has no impact on how I write the characters or like if I would not ship them with certain people ykwis

TW:Talks of sex and sexuality. Cursing

Wc: Maybe 3+ for each killer

The Knight/Tarhos Kovács

Straight

Just gives off straighty vibes

The Mastermind/Alber Wesker

Straight

But would not mind sleeping with absolutely anyone

I mean as long as they're up to his standards

The Ghostface/ Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson

Gives of disaster bisexual vibes

Is honestly a slut

The Legion/Joey

Straight

Will fall for a man so maybe heterosexual and bi romantic?

The Legion/Frank

Straight

Closet feelings for men will never admit it

The Wraith/Phillip Ojomo

Pan

He just seems like gender identity does not matter to him

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka

Straight

Also probably homophobic

The Nemesis

???? No?????

Isn't he like a monster thing that only is like for killing?

Will fuck anything tho

The Trapper/Evan Macmillan

Is straight

According to my friends he gives off incel vibes

The Clown/Jeffrey Hawk

Straight

Is also ugly(this is legally his identity idc)

The Shape/Michael Myers

Bi men leaning

Aromantic

The Demagorgon

He is a puppy no sexuality for him

Does fall in love with everyone tho

Puppy vibes

The Dredge

Absolutely not????

Does he even have a pebnis?

The Blight/Talbot Grimes

Gay

He just seems like a gay scientist idk

The Doctor/Herman Carter

Straight

Also terrifying

The Twins/Victor Deshayes

Is he legally allowed to have a sexuality

Like isn't he a feral baby?

He's like not allowed

The Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr

Gay

Country boy I love you vibes

The Cannibal/Bubba Sawyer

Straight

Probably doesn't even know anything else is possible

The Deathslinger/ Caleb Quinn

Straight

Not as cool as Maxie

The Executioner/Pyramid Head

He knows no sexuality only torment

Also will fuck anything

The Trickster/Jiwoon Hak

Bi

He just wants attention

The Cenobite/Elliot Spencer

Pan

Also polyamorous? Polygamy?

One of those

Or both idk

[theres-a-body-here]

Creep!reader: "I'm afraid I can't help you sheep"

Meg: "WHAT?!"

Creep!reader: "Something like that requires massive arcane power and mastery to be even be able to pierce through the fog. Also... the Entity may or may not have rather compromising photos of me and Ghostface, so I'd rather not get involved"

Dwight: "S-She may or may not have pictures of you two in full fursuits? Cuz I may or may not have been there"

Creep!reader: "Actually, we may or may not have been covered in baby oil"

Jake, sighing heavily: "Ugh...well I guess the Entity wins"

Élodie: "..."

Élodie: "can we see the pictur—"

Creep!reader: "Get the hell out of my realm"

[apollodarling-writes]

yan! dbd ghostface (danny johnson) headcanons

cws: yandere themes, danny is a perv, non-consensual picture taking, stalking obv, slight nsfw themes but danny is just a freak, danny is a sadist, gore, danny makes out with your wounds, obsessive! danny, possessive! danny,

— yan! ghostface whose eye you catch in your first trial. you who are wide eyed, disoriented, and hyper-aware of your surroundings make easy prey.

— yan! ghostface who stalks you for awhile before approaching you, using your disbelief and naivety against you.

— yan! ghostface who explains your situation, portraying himself as a fellow survivor and guides you through the motions of the match before pressing his blade to your throat.

— yan! ghostface who smirks beneath his mask, watching as your eyes widen with fear and betrayal. he feels himself become aroused as your pretty optics glisten with tears, groaning as you beg for him to let you go.

— yan! ghostface who is stunned by a flashlight, feeling you wriggle free from his grip and sprint off like a frightened bunny.

— yan! ghostface who you are wary of in each match. he singles you out and taunts you, describing each horrific thing he’ll do to you once he gets his hands on you, finding that this little obsession of his is growing by the day.

— yan! ghostface who begins thinking about you even outside of trials. it started as wondering what he would do to you next, turning into lustful daydreams and palming himself at the thought of you.

— yan! ghostface who snaps polaroids of you while you do mundane things. assembling a medkit or toolbox, finding materials for offerings, talking to your fellow survivors…

— yan! ghostface who loathes the sight of you smiling at the others in the survivor camp. you belong to him. that smile of yours is reserved for him. your laugh is reserved for him.

— yan! ghostface who slowly feels those lustful feelings of his grow into something deeper. he finds himself thinking less and less about ways to kill you, and more about ways he could make you smile.

— yan! ghostface who, in your next trial with him, brings you the body of each survivor, dropping it in front of you much like a cat would gift its owner a dead mouse.

— yan! ghostface who corners you, sitting on your stomach and wrapping his fingers around your throat. he swiftly snaps a polaroid of this beautiful sight, crazed ramblings about how you’ve caught his attention leaving his lips.

— yan! ghostface who is amused at how quickly you’ve gained his interest, his favorite pastimes stalking you and leaving just enough of a trace for you to know he was there.

— yan! ghostface who finds it incredibly romantic to hold your hand while you bleed out beneath him, his mask lifted to show off the frenzied look in his eyes, blood dripping from his chin and onto your paling features.

— yan! ghostface who looooves to makeout with your stab wounds. he’s always sure to leave you for last, finding motivation in the fact that if he rids the trial of all other survivors, he can spend as much time with you as he pleases.

— yan! ghostface who coos at you as you beg for him to let you go… or to just end it already. a frown tugging at his lips as he feels his heart pang with the slightest of remorse. he quickly covers it up with a mocking sneer, telling you that you should be proud to bear his love in such a way. no one’s ever had it but you.

— yan! ghostface who singles out each person you talk to in their next trial with him, mercilessly slaughtering them as he tells them to stay the fuck away from you.

— yan! ghostface who somehow convinces the entity to let you spend some time with him on a random day, designating it as your new birthday. he’ll watch with interest as your shaky fingers grip the rusted fork, shoving the mediocre cake down your throat. he’s never seen a better sight.

— yan! ghostface who loooves everything about you <33

[gravysside]

"I love pigs"

"Do you really?"

"No."

[puhpandas]

I want the fnaf dbd chapter to be good so bad

[kaixsleepy]

Al principio creí que Frank Morrison ya había tenido sexo con Julie, pero no. Leí el cómic oficial de dbd y no se muestra que se hayan acostado, bueno, en unos paneles solamente se ve que se dieron besos pero no a algo MUY sexual.

Así que, para aquellos lectores/escritores, es una buena notícia decirles que Frank es aún virgen y no a tenido sexo. Esto puede significar que él NO tiene experiencia como muchas veces lo representan en los fanfics o hc para lectores fem/masc. Literalmente este tipo no a tocado ningunas tetas por lo terriblemente bastardo que es.

No sé si se haya pajeado, lo veo poco probable, tenía poca privacidad en los hogares que le ofrecian, pero tampoco dudo que no lo haya hecho. Puede ser que en un momento de estrés leyó una revista pornográfica y dijo "que ricas tetas" y todas esas perversidades. Es un pibe problemático y de todo, así que no hay duda alguna, el si se ha pajeado pocas veces. Actualmente, en el reino del Ente nunca lo hizo allí porque no tiene razones algunas para hacerlo, probablemente Julie y Frank sean ex's parejas.

En lo nula experiencia que tiene

¿Como sería en el sexo gay?

Si este tipo no sabe de sexo, ni siquiera sabe de sexo gay. En primero lugar, no le gusta estar abajo, así que te dira que será él, el que tomará el mando. (No sabría que hacer y te pedira con un poco de pena y humor que lo guies.)

Muchos lo hacen ver cómo ese chico que folla muy rápido y fuerte, pero al principio realmente cuando estaba aprendiendo fue muy normal con sus embestidas, acostumbrandose y buscando su orgasmo a su velocidad preferible. Cuando ya tuvo experiencia, lo hace rápidamente y brusco, como si usará su frenesí mientras se agita y gime.

Dale una buena paja sobreestimulandolo, y estará llorando como perra mientras su cuerpo se siente vulnerable :3