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[fishyvamp]

18+ MDNI SMUT (Somophilia)

Trapper dating a reader who sleeps naked, the man is from the early 1920s, at this point in relationship you've both fucked so who cares? He does, he cares a lot, wearing a vest (the hooks in his shoulder makes it difficult for full shirts) and some pajama pants he thinks it peculiar to wear so little clothing. He pretends to fall asleep quickly, but in reality he's awake looking at your naked form in his bed, skin looking ethereal in the moon light as he can trace every inch with his eyes. Nights spent drawing every curve, dip, fold, and flaw. Committing everything to memory, noting new cuts and bruises between trials.

Trapper thinks you're perfect, of course you know he does this you've caught him on more then one occasion sketching furiously too focused to notice that you had open an eye. You never told him, but one day you casually mention that if you're naked he's free to explore. He just needs to listen for the Safe word. He's nervous to do it because what if you don't like it? What if you're only saying it's okay because you think it's part of your duties as his partner to keep him satisfied.

Trapper hates being the man who takes even if he's been forced into it time and time again. He doesn't act right away, takes his time feeling gentle touches. Touches you'd be okay with when in public. Trapper getting bolder each night, you said it was okay right? His hand moving up your thigh tracing your sex, curious as to what faces you make when you're asleep.

Gets especially bold another night after one too many drinks with some of the other killers. He finds himself wanting to feel you. Getting between your legs rutting into softly as he whispers drunk apologies, breathy groans in your ear as he just humps your barely awake body, because you do wake up hazy and a bit confused, but the sound of your boyfriend loud and clear in your ear. You don't feel in any danger, you're sleep addled brain processing enough to keep you calm as you murmur encouragement to him, begging for more. He'll give it to you, he'll give you it all. Especially when you're moaning so sweetly in his ear.

[wolfywrites88]

Trickster x Innocent reader

Seeing the Trickster had almost became a normal for you. It seemed he was in almost every trial with you. It was almost like you had been cursed to see the male killer every time the entity called upon you. You were shockingly innocent for the world you now lived in. You were still scared of everything about the entity's realm. Most of the survivors were almost used to seeing each other die or at least seeing the horrific killers running after them you however were not.

You were almost happy to see the trickster at this point he was the most human looking killer and he almost looked kind in your eyes. You constantly ignored him killing your peers and just focused on the fact that somewhere in there he could be a kind person. It was something about him telling you that. It couldn't be his menacing yellow eyes the eyes that looked you up and down every time they saw you. It couldn't be his blood splatter clothes. So what was it that made you feel almost comfortable around the killer. Anytime anyone asked why you weren't scared of him but scared of everyone else. You never had a answer. You could hardly answer when they asked why you were so scared of everything anyways. You had always been like this you were sheltered growing up and being pulled into the entity's realm full of death and danger it was like hell on earth for you. But somehow the Trickster soothed you.

It was like almost every trial with the trickster you were working on a generator as usual and you weren't scared you almost knew one hundred percent that he wasn't going to target you. But this time this trust in this killer was wrong. As you were peacefully working on the generator your heart begins pounding loudly in your ears. It sounds like a drum being played right next to your head. It almost gives you a headache with how loud it gets. You pull your hands out of the generators wires and cover your ears whimpering slightly at how loud it is. Soon another sound comes into earshot. It sounded like someone throwing darts at a dart board. It was the tricksters knives hitting the wall right behind you. When you realize how close to danger you are you immediately panic unsure of what to do. Your trust had just been broken. Was there even meaning to your trust to begin with did you come up with this trust in your head or did this killer truly not want to kill you.  Your wide eyes stare in to his wild yellow ones and you hear his signature laughter making you almost want to cry. Your terrified you feel as if you are dying without even being hit. However the killer soon realizes what he is doing. The trickster stares at you and realizes how scared you are he notices your shaking and notices the fresh tears streaming down your face. He glances over and sees the unfinished generator and realizes he scared you. The trickster sighs and runs his hand through his hair making some strands stand up then he begins walking towards you. He gets inches away and crouches down to get on eye level with you and raises his hand. His hand lays on your head ruffling your hair and he soon stands again and leaves with a few passing words. "You may be scared of everyone else, but do not fear me." You sit wide eyed and sniffle trying to quickly wipe your tears and continue working on the generator you knew you were safe now. You knew that you could trust him and that he would be the only thing here you don't have to be scared of.

(AN- this is from my wattpad I will most likely be reposting some of the stuff from wattpad to here.)

[fishyvamp]

Reader with an oral fixation, Trapper not really having much clue about how to handle it being that his experience with sex was very traditional.

His dad told him that such attachments would just get in the way. and outside the occasional quick fuck in the red-light district. So his brain just melts when you get down on your knees and pull out his cock. languidly lapping at the soft thin flesh, maybe sucking on his balls and just you telling him to stay still. The poor guy finishing faster than he had in his entire life just panting and looking confused as you lap up his spend. That should be disgusting, that came out of him and yet he can't help but get hard all over again watching you.

His brain completely mush when you cock warm him for the first time. Telling him that he can work on his traps you just need to feel his cock in your mouth. He can't work fighting the urge to fuck your face or worse throw you on the work bench to fuck you hard and long. You're such a distraction to him, don't you know if you don't let him work he can't spoil you with gifts?

[fishyvamp]

Pick Danny up and twirl him around like the pretty princess he is 🩷

Also

Danny: Baby it's cute, it really is but... you can't keep the bow on

S/O: Whyg not :((

Danny: People are supposed to think there's one of us. They won't think there's one of us, if one of us has a cute little accesory on

S/O: We'll murder 'em

Danny: ...

Danny: Yeah I can't really argue with that

Danny didn't know why he decided to add a partner, maybe because he was bored, but he finally found someone who matched his freak and his appreciation for the design. you looked so cute your face all scrunched up as you poured over your newest victim's routine. Someone simple, a superintendent for the local school district.

Danny had insisted that he was too big of a target and mundane enough, but somehow with those puppy dog eyes and whining. (not to mention providing evidence that the people were mostly neutral about him, and pointing out that even those in power need to be reminded they're not safe from Ghostface.) you got him to cave. pretty basic routine honestly, but that just makes it all the easier. 3 kills, move on, two were already taken care of, and it was time for the grand final.

Danny came up from behind resting his chin on your head when his eyes fell upon your mask. decorated with a pink bow. It was adorable honestly. He reached out grabbed the mask and flipped it around to study it. "Baby, I know you might think that's cute, but we're selling a story here. We're supposed to be scary and a bow doesn't fit that design." You lean back in your chair a smirk on your face as you fold your arms.

"And what's more terrifying to a fragile man than to be murdered by someone in a pretty bow. getting all covered in his blood" You chuckled loudly. Danny set the mask down softly turning to face you slowly. "It doesn't follow the design." his eyes narrow the closer he gets. crowding into your space. "The design is whatever we want sweetie." you stand up grin still plastered on your face as you feel his posture faltering as he leans into the desk pinned between your arms. leaning in close you whisper into his ear, "Think about it, you think the killer is some strong powerful muscular man, that's how he overpowers everyone, but then just for you he shows up at your house giggling, laughing, skipping practically with a pretty pink bow hot glued to his mask as guts you like a fish on camera."

Danny swallows thickly nodding his head, "Yeah," his throat dry as all he can think about is how incredibly hot you are right now and how he just wants to feel you on top of him, he nods, "The bow can stay." you grab his face forcing him to look you in the eye, "good boy." you growl lowly eyes half-lidded.

[fishyvamp]

Just imagining S.C.R.E.A.M putting you a choke hold as he puts you on his steal lap. Metal fingers playing with your sex dipping into your hole whispering in your ear about how it's a shame he doesn't have anything to play with you with other then these rough fingers. He's telling you all about how he'd appreciate some upgrades. Maybe some synthetic skin? The one's that'll make him feel almost human. Maybe he'll beg for a sex bot cock. The urge fill you up insurmountable. You whimper telling him that'll never be approved.

He sneers getting rougher... Almost painfully so. You'll make it happen... Oh you will definitely make it happen. If you don't "Danny" will just have to make an anonymous report about a technician using an android for their own sick pleasure. He's sure he can get your spend to coat his hands. Maybe get another maintainer to notice it and report you also. Don't you want this job? Don't you need this job? Don't you love this job? Don't you love him?

S.C.R.E.A.M loves you, why are you denying him? Why won't you let him show you truly how he feels. His efforts redoubling feeling you squirm against his touch trying to pull away. Naughty naughty tech. Let your S.C.R.E.A.M unit love you don't you want to be promoted to ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛?

[fishyvamp]

“make me small”

Dead by Daylight Pairings: The Executioner X GN!killer!reader Rating: M | Mature | NSFW 18+ Word count: 1.5k+ CW: degradation, heavy consensual violence, light fingering, sub!reader, monster fuckery, choking, denial, subspace, thigh fucking Summary: You're pent up and need someone to put you in your place.

The rage feels like fire in your veins as you stalk through the dark fog, Knives along your chest feeling just a bit too heavy. The dark voice inside you purred and praised you for your good work. You felt too big, as if the space inside you wasn’t enough to contain the fire that threatened to spill out and burn everything in its path. Mindlessly you had found yourself in front of Midwich, the elementary school decrepit and falling apart even if it was in better shape out of trials. You rolled your shoulders, the realization whispering exactly what you needed, Him. 

Mind singularly focused, you stormed in growling lowly clothes still soaked in blood from the trials. You could tell He had visitors. You’ll just chase them off, tell them to find somewhere else to loiter. Someone else to waste their time with.

Pyramid head sitting down, sharpening his blade, on a chair comically small compared to his mass frame. Head tilting upwards instantly knowing why you were here. The room feels colder, his visitors bolting from the room, the legion members jumping windows and fleeing. You did wonder why they were here, but the thought vanished the moment the large man stood up jamming his blade into the floorboards before approaching you with heavy boots thumping with each step. 

Your eyes are wild as you look up feeling ready to explode. The Executioner was unphased by your posture, everything at this moment was routine. When you first arrived no one would go near you. The blood lust built up after each trial with no downtime, no way to get it out, and no real release like you had in your world, the rage lashing and attacking anything that spoke or so much as moved in your direction.

The only one who made any headway in calming you was Him. He pushed you harshly against the wall, a massive hand drifting up your throat, and pressing harshly, you gasped for air, but you didn’t fight. You never did, but the lack of oxygen brought a warm fuzzy feeling in your head that had your eyes fluttering, “Tell me what you need.” he growled, voice echoing in the steel frame.

“I’m too big,” you grunt, “make me small.” the words would almost be a plea if your face wasn’t twister anger, and rage. You can hear a huff echoing against the steel, the clock tower chimes air raid horn going off, the pound of the bell loud and clear shaking the school, echoing in your chest. ”Beg,” his voice low and breathy. Your skin prickles as a shiver overtakes you.

You close your eyes focusing on your breathing, on your heart, on the way the cold air of the destroyed classroom felt. “Please…” you speak softly, your body relaxing, he presses into you harder. It’s like he wants to crush you. “Please what?” He demands squeezing your throat tighter. “Please, use me. Fuck me. Crush me, choke me. Just please remind me of my place.” You look up desperate, eyes half-closed as you struggle to breathe. “Where is your place?” he asks, loosening his grip just ever so slightly.

“Under you,” you manage to breathe out. Your core clenches hearing him laugh, grabbing you by the throat and slamming you onto the teacher's desk. You watch as he removes his frame a black dripping shapeless void where his head should be, glowing white eyes, a long tongue flicking around wildly trapped in his mouth with teeth too sharp to be human. The large man grabs your thighs pulling them apart just so he can grind into you feeling the heat of your sex it has him throwing his head back groaning. 

“This what you want?” He growls leaning forward, elbows resting on the creaking wood, caging you to the desk. You nod your head silently, craning your neck to look at where his eyes should be. “This all you good for.” he hisses as if this very request offended him. His hips grind harder, one hand supporting your back while he rough grips the back of your skull. “Just a nasty whore.” Your eyes close softly, gasping for breath you focus on the way his clothed cock rubs against you. The way it nudges against your sex. Grinding through the very fabric that separated the two of you.

“Sinful,” Pyramid head gunts slamming your hips together. His tongue coaxed your mouth open pushing in, wet appendage filling your throat, you gag and buck. Eyes watering as you try to swallow all of him. Desperate to please him. Desperate to make today the day he finally fills you with that heavy cock.

The Executioner purs feeling you choke on his tongue, exploring deep inside you stopping before he tastes the acid of your stomach. He enjoys the way you struggle to breathe with him inside you. The tasty feeling of you fighting yourself not to try and get him off of you. He enjoyed the conflict that rooted itself inside you. He enjoyed the way that bloodthirsty monster inside you fades the more he forces you down. Forces you to take him and everything he gives you. The giant man twists and curls his tongue inside you, the appendage curling up and bulging in your throat. His gaze was intense as he glowered down at you. Watching you try to claw at him, try to breathe, everything about you desperate.

He pulls out of you softly. Chuckling at you, watching you gasp for breath tears staining the corners of your eyes. Beautiful, he thinks flipping you onto your stomach and yanking your pants down just enough to expose that pretty ass for him. His fingers dipped down to trace your hole pressing in slightly as he just shook his head. He can feel that you’re trying, that you want this, but not yet. 

You whine feeling him press a thick finger into you curling and twisting hitting your sweet spot having you arch your back mewling loudly, desperately clawing at the desk struggling to find purchase anywhere. “Quiet,” he growls, pressing your head into the desk. Large hand pressing almost painfully down, You can hear him shifting fabric before a heavy cock finds its way to the curve of your ass gliding between your cheeks. Slow and gentle, your mind focuses solely on the feeling as you try to lift it.

“Please,” you whine, face tight as you fight your body trying to not come off as pathetic as you feel. “Please,” you repeat. He leans forward pressing you down with a large hand still pinning your face harshly against the desk. “No,” you moan, feeling the way his voice rumbles against his back. 

“Not this time.” His fingers leave your hole, making you whine in discomfort from not being filled anymore. you have to bite your lip to stop the desperate sobs that threaten to escape. The beast shifted once more, pressing himself between your thighs. “Be good and squeeze for me.” he hisses thrusting slowly pre cum lubing between your thighs as he moves slowly groaning darkly as his hips move. His long tongue falls out feeling you press your thighs together tightly. Sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. You need this, you need him. You could feel your empty hole twitching desperate for more than the finger that has long left it.

Pyramid head just chuckles, his hips moving at a steady pace, the cock was easily the size of your forearm, you didn’t care if it wouldn’t fit, you still wanted it, still wanted to feel it burn as it stretched you. Still wanted to have it split you open like the needy whore you were. You just had to settle with feeling as it rubbed against your sex. Your juices leaked onto it as he continued to thigh fuck you. “Please,” you were starting to feel like a broken record. He picks your head up slamming into the desk, pain blooming from your head. “No!” he growls, moving faster, cock twitching between your thighs. 

“You listen the first time I tell you.” His words were dark, the world spinning. That actually fuckin hurt. You gasp for breath feeling him falter. He must be close, the thought all but confirmed as you are yanked off the desk and forced to the floor the cock inches from your face. A thick hand frantically stroking the cock while the other held you in place. You look up, tongue falling out as you anticipate what he wants you to do cum splashing on your face as he covers you with his spend.

It doesn't take long before he pulls against his groin, growling at you, “clean your mess up whore.” He speaks in such a dark and low tone you can feel it vibrating down your spine. You look up, eyes half-lidded as you begin to lick the softening shaft. The Executioner groans as you work your magic. This was just the start of a very long night. You were completely feral when you came in and no doubt would need a lot to silence that pesky voice in your head. He'll take his time, and you'll enjoy every second of it.

[fishyvamp]

This is so self indulgent but I think it'd be a little funny if the killers were handed a survivor who sometimes just straight up wouldn't even try to run due to their joint pain

Evan: What are you doing?

"Just shove me on a hook I'm begging you. I'm not running in this condition" they say, face down on the ground.

"What condition?"

"Everything hurts :("

It's not like I could die from fire so I think I'd just lay on hot coals at some point

Ghostface: One of those days huh?

"hopital..."

Trapper has no idea what to do, he prefers it when you're running and fighting back. So he sees you on the floor picks you up and places you on a nearby dirty mattress, " 'm not without 'eart." He grumbled walking away to handle the others. Why in the Entity's realm she thought having your pain stay was fair is beyond him. He walks you to the hatch when the match is done telling you to go to Claudette straight away, the botanist might know something to help.

He'll get annoyed when if you come find him between trials. He's supposed to put up an act being, the leader of the killers and all that. Don't you have something better to do. Then hassle him. Secretly though he enjoys just carrying you around while he works outside the trials. Enjoys taking care of someone else. It's been so long since he has taken care of someone. Just don't get upset when he pretends to try and chase you off.

(self indulgent Ghost face stuff || NSFW 18+ MDNI || also AFAB!Reader clit, folds, cunt, wet hole used)

Ghostface remember's a long time ago when a coworker of his just casually mentioned that an orgasm a day keeps the pain away. Something about endorphins being really good for joint pain or whatever. He's had his eye on you for a while so seeing you on the ground in pain begging to be hooked? He has a better idea puts you on an arm chair in the house throws your legs over his shoulder and goes to town.

His surprisingly long tongue dipping in your folds lapping at the delicious slick you are making. His thumb stroking your sensitive bud as he works his way to giving you a proper release. You feel everything, underneath that mask he's got some stubble the roughness adding to the stimulation as he drinks in your dizzying scent. "Feelin' good baby?" He asks breathing into your delicious cunt his tongue licking a stripe up your sex as he sticks a gloved finger inside you slowly and agonizingly curling inside you while he spells his name out with his tongue enjoying the way you buck every time he clicks your clit.

Ghostface can't stand how far you are away from, yanking your hips closer so you're practically sitting on his shoulders, a second finger entering and stretching as he feels around inside brushing and pressing up against your G-spot. He is painfully hard his cock straining against the front of his pants. He needs to draw a couple of sweet noisy releases out of you before he'll even consider it. He hungry and aggressive as he fingers you enjoys the way you clench around his fingers when gets it just right. "Come on lil' bunny, give in. Cum for your killer." He hums purring as he feels your body tense back arching as you open your to scream in orgasm. He just continues prolonging the feeling for you as you just let him.

Ghostface only stops for a moment when he sees you relax letting you catch your breath. You look a lot better, but he needs to make sure you're properly fucked out. Making sure to repeat the process 3 or 4 times just enjoying the way you melt and gush for him. His face just soaked in you, fuck if that doesn't get him creaming knowing everyone will know he made you come undone.

[fishyvamp]

I Will Own You

Day 4 of Kinktober 2024

Dead by Daylight Pairings: Frank and Joey | The legion X F!Reader Rating: M | Mature | NSFW 18+ MDNI Word count: 1.5k+ CW: Knife play, degradation, blood, threats Summary: You have intentionally pissed off two members of the legion and look at that they want their dues. Prompt: Praising and degrading | “I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.” Ao3

This was fuckin’ insane, Joey had thought as he pinned the newest killer to the wall, you. You had been taunting the two since they first laid eyes on you. Your cocky grin, carefree easy attitude, and constant bragging about being so much better at the trials set the two of them off in ways that they hadn’t been pushed before. It didn’t help that you had the uncanny ability to copy just about any killer's MO just by watching them, often wearing masks made to look like the killer you were copying. It pissed Joey off, but Frank… he wanted to own that, to own you.

The feeling only amplified because you were wearing a mask that looked like a patchwork of Joey’s and Frank’s right now. Letting them know you had just gotten a 4k stealing their tactics. “Like it?” you purred unphased by the decently sized man who pinned you to the wall by the collar of your hoodie.

Frank just laughed, “Fuckin hell bitch, if you wanted us, all you had to do was ask.” the smile was evident in his voice even if you couldn’t see it behind his mask. Joey just shook his head. “This isn’t funny, Frank.” malice dripped from his voice as he stared you down. Frank sighed placing a hand on the other legion’s shoulder. “Why don’t we have her pay us for using our likeness.” the words felt dangerous, but exactly what you wanted. “Happily,” you chirped a wide grin hidden underneath the mask. Joey let go letting your feet finally meet the floor. “On the couch, arms on the back, ass in the air,” Frank commanded watching you a bit too excitedly scramble to comply shaking your ass in front of them. “Good girl,” he cooed. 

“Fuckin slut more like,” Joey spat walking up first, hands tracing the curve of your ass. He wouldn’t admit it, but he had been wanting this for a while too. Frank and him having late nights over shitty beer talking about what they’d do if they ever got their hands on you. The taller legion’s hand teased the edge of your waistband pulling it down enough to expose your panties to the cold winter air of Ormond. A damp spot already forming as he traced the outline of your slit applying pressure as he brushed your clit. 

You yelped loudly as Frank came up next to him smacking your ass laughed at the way it rippled. “Just perfect,” Frank's words came out breathy as he pulled out his knife. The tip of it drags along the center of your crotch causing a hitch in your breath. Joey steps away for Frank to work eyeing his friend suspiciously. “How easy it would be to carve you up and make you nothing but a bloody mess? You walked right in and taunted us, but I know you’re a good girl aren’t you Copycat? You’ll listen to us and play nice right?” the knife trailing up your back before pressing against your throat yanking your head back by your hair. You swallowed thickly nodding your head. “Good girl,” he purred. Letting your hair go and pulling the knife away only to feel him cut a slit in your panties exposing your dripping folds.

“Like I said she’s nothing but a whore,” Joey growled taking Frank's spot behind you, his hands now bear tracing the edges of your folds applying pressure, but refusing entrance. The tall of the two was taking his time watching your twitches and whining as he moved. Growling lowly he threw off his mask, “Eyes front.” he hissed watching as you tried to look behind. 

Joey bent down tongue licking a thick strip against your heated sex feeling the enlarged clit under his tongue. His hands spreading your ass apart allowing him to go deeper sucking and lapping as he went. Frank just gave a hearty laugh as he moved to your front undoing the front of pants as he pulled out his cock. It wasn’t particularly girth, but it had length, “Be a good girl and take it all.” he cooed lifting your mask so those pretty lips of yours were exposed.

Complying easily you opened wide feeling as Frank slowly thrusted in and out, going deeper each time as if to let you kind of adjust. Joey seemingly got more aggressive as his sucking turned to gentle bites tugging at bits of flesh every so often. “You want to do that, Thing?” Frank asked pausing long enough to point at something. You couldn’t tell what, but a whine hummed against the cock now pressing down your throat as the warmth of Joey’s breath left you. Legs shaking slightly. “Don’t worry Copycat.” Frank cooed stroking your face as he began to move again. “Joey’s just getting something special.” your skin prickled as you felt a cold blade against your thigh the sharp blade cutting into your flesh as hot fluid began to drip down. 

“God, you are nothing but a slut. I cut you just a little and I see your pathetic hole clenching around nothing. No self-respect, I swear.” Joey growled shoving two fingers into you harshly pushing you hard against Frank, his cock going deeper causing you to gag and clench around the fingers that were curling and twisting as the aggressive killer began to stretch you. “You like this don’t you, having two men using you like a fuckin’ toy. I will admit you’re warmer and better than a Fleshlight. But that’s not saying much.” His words are harsh, especially against the praise that Frank kept giving. Not that you could complain as the pleasure had been slow building and nice. 

Frank was just enjoying himself. Using your throat for his pleasure, “If she’s nothing but a toy just stick in already.” he laughed a bit too loudly. His thrusts became more aggressive hitting the back of your throat over and over again. The thought already had your cunt grip Joey’s fingers more even as they stopped. You felt so empty as he pulled away, but it was only for a moment before you felt something press in, something much larger and thicker than his fingers. Large low-hanging balls smacked your clit as Joey’s cock pressed in harshly slow but sharp thrusts pushed inside you. You were whining and moaning tears staining your cheeks at the feeling of being speared on both ends felt like too much and not enough.

Frank just laughed feeling your throat tighten each time Joey thrust in the two of them enjoying themself. Their pace was in sync one pulling out as the other thrust in over and over again. It was too much your core snapping at once as you felt yourself gushing around Joey’s length a wave of ecstasy clawing its way through your system as the world around you spun the feeling of both cock thrusting in and out of you only dragging the feeling on longer.

The moment passed and you felt limp, but they weren’t done, “Fuckin’ slut, that’s all it took?” Joey scoffed as he picked up his pace not caring to maintain pace with Frank who was still lazily thrusting in and out of your throat. “You get off so fuckin’ easy don’t you, having two angry killers using this useless cunt. Drooling from both ends, I oughta tie you up and put you on display for the others. Let them know how easy you are. I’m sure they’d love that, love to see a slut so eager to put out.” he was leaning forward now hand around your throat tightening it around Frank's hard member.

“I bet some of them would love payback for you stealing from them. What better way then letting them use your Slutty little pussy.” his words came out rough and strained. Frank’s pace had picked up as well, your mind becoming mush as he continued to degrade and taunt you. “Fuck Joey, you want to tighten just a bit more,” Frank grunted pushing deeper. Joey chuckled darkly, grip becoming firm as his pace faltered just a bit. He was close and by the twitch in your mouth so was Frank. The two of them groan loudly as they finish almost in sync, filling you up as their cum shot deep inside you. The three of you collapsed as their collective climaxes faded. They pulled out softly, watching the way their cum dripped down both sets of lips.

“Good girl,” Frank cooed tucking himself back in before moving to the front of the couch. Joey pulled your pants off the rest of the way sitting down on the couch and pulling you close against his chest. Frank happily moved on top of you laying his head against your chest and playing a little bit with your tits. You finally looked down at your thigh where Joey had cut, their initials carved in the flesh angry and red. Noticing you squinting at it Frank chimed in, “I won’t apologize for having you marked up, everyone should know you’re taken.” Joey hummed in agreement. “You’re ours now, no one is allowed to touch you without our say. Now get some rest, we’re just getting started.”

[fishyvamp]

The Trapper disappeared in 1935. World War 2 happened in 1939. So.

S/O: The first world war-

Trapper: What do you mean the first

S/O: ... 😦

Trapper: What do you mean the first

Oh my god he doesn't even know about nukes

Like how would u even explain that to them man

In one of the newer tomes there is a journal entry in which talks about Evan Macmillan serving in "The Great War" he was on the front lines and was known for crossing no man's land while wearing a bone mask made from human skull. Is it the same Trapper? I don't know, especially since the multiverse exists in DBD. Anyways have a written drabble.

"you mean the great war right? Right?!" Trapper asks recalling how bloody the first was. The death and destruction that had followed everyone there. The earth marred forever changed in many places. He can't get the screams out of his head as he watched men who took too long to put on their gas masks. That was the war to end all wars, that's what they told everyone.

You shook your head, "yes, but we call it world war 1, world war 2 popped off in 1939 after Germany invaded Poland." Trapper rose to his feet angrily pacing back and forth, "Damn krauts couldn't keep their filthy paws off of things for 5 minutes." After mumbling some other offense old timey sentiments regarding the German people he calms down and looks at you, "Pray tell my darling dear, how did that particular war end?"

His face going pale as you explain the hydrogen bomb and how entire populations were eradicated in seconds and all done via delivery of planes something was just getting commercialized when the fog took him. "And here I thought the prohibition would be the worst thing to happen after the war."

He's just sits down and puts you in his lap, feeling upset that victory wasn't actually victory after the war and how damaging it must of been. All those wars you mentioned, ones you weren't sure about the details on, they happen so frequently now it's hard for you to remember what's happening when unless you're actively keeping track. He needs to feel your weight on him, "human nature." He just scoffed nuzzling into you needing a moment to digest it all. Too many men in power are too much like his father, he shouldn't have ever expected less.

[fishyvamp]

Me @ Ghost Face and Trapper

[fishyvamp]

I am stressed as hell right now with everything going on in the US so Imma going to write what I think some of my favorite killers are like when they're darling reader comes to them stressed as hell. Many of them are going to be readers I've already written about at least once so feel free to check the masterlist. If you want more head canons feel free to ask.

The Knight is startled when Eldritch!reader asks to just cuddle, you're smaller then usual body tense and when he touches your skin he can feel the hidden shadows trying to pull him in. "Anything for you Szeretet," he whispers picking you up and holding you against his chest. He takes you to his bed though it looks more like the nest you have in your castle then an actual bed. You smile realizing he's slowly bringing pieces of you in. He doesn't find himself worthy of you, but if you insist on asking him for comfort it would be his honor to provide it.

The Ghostface is confused as hell watching Hyde!reader pacing the room. You're killer side is usually scarily calm most of the time. However you look ready to lash out. Ready to pounce and shred the next person who so much as looks at you. You turn around seeing him there and he was bracing himself to get rushed and pinned against the wall, but it never came. Instead he watches you slowly move to him picking him up holding him in your arms as you move to the couch slumping down. You don't say anything to him, but you do hold him almost painfully tight against your chest. "Everything alright?" He asks you. Not sure how to feel about the non-committal grunt you give.

The Hillbilly doesn't think twice already wrapping you tight in the warmest knit blanket he's got, he's got popcorn, hot cocoa, and all the sweets you can gorge yourself on. Your favorite movie is on and he's just enjoying your company as you both lay on the couch, though if you don't calm down he might be inclined to help his little critter out by using other methods of getting your brain to shut down.

The Trapper doesn't react much just pulls you into bed and asks you to just speak. It doesn't matter if he understands he just wants to listen. He wants to hear everything, wants to make sure you feel heard. He smiles when you finally break your worries spilling like a faucet as he takes everything in asking questions when you pause. You seem at ease once you're done looking so peaceful tucked up under his arm. His Brat looks so sweet when they lay in bed next to him so peacefully. Burden him will you, it makes him feel less alone to hear you. Makes him feel lighter when he helps you share the emotional load.

The Executioner is use to it. You're already stressed about this and that. You aren't dating, but he does know how to get you calm down, you pinned beneath him in the bed as he humps against your ass. So fucking perfect he thinks feeling you melt against his touch. Such a needy toy, maybe he'll force you on your knees as he sharpens his knife, your face pressed against his thigh nose buried into his clothed groin. You're surrounded by his musk and for some reason that pacifies you. Not that pyramid head can complain.

The legion, they're solution to everything is horror movies and cuddle puddle. The neediest person in the center of the puddle a killer in each arm, a third holding behind while the fourth finds himself between your legs. The look smug when they finally get you to sleep. Your snoring soothing. It isn't long before they're passed out too.

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Y/N: You keep shoving me on hooks

Trapper: That is my job, yes

Y/N: So, basically, you're a-

Trapper: Do. Not.

Y/N: -hooker.

Trapper: I'm going to kill you

Y/N: Oooh~ scary~

Trapper glares you down, you goofy grin as you say such ridiculous things, "should I remind you Brat that there is no rules of engagement outside of trials." He grumbled walking closer. You are not frightened. You know what this man is capable of and how to get him to his knees. Though in this moment your heart races in your chest as match him step for step backwards. "Irregardless of my feelings in the matter if I am a hooker it's clear I need to start charging for my services. So do you wish to hold firm to your convictions of your silly joke? Or do you wish to never feel my touch again?"

Trapper caging you against the wall his hot breath on your ear you can feel the moisture. You body tensing as the heat pools to your core. "Nope you're a hooker." You break out in nervous laughter. Trapper's face dropping, "fuckin' brat you are." His words low and dangerous. "You have been warned. I expect payment in full on my nightstand once I am through with you." He chuckles throwing you over his shoulder, a bruising grip on your ass. The other survivors who were in the fog collecting resources sighing as they see carted away like meat. Ace already mentally ready to take bets on what kind of condition you will return in.

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18+ NSFW MDNI mind the tags

You whimpered as the S.C.R.E.A.M unit pinned you down. It's gears whirling and whining as it ground into you. It was strange in how it was like it was seeking gratification in a sexual way. Rubbing where it's dick would be against the curve of your ass. You clenched your fist, teeth gritted heavily, the scent of fresh oil you had just applied to it's joints in the air of the workshop. This must've been some sick joke someone was playing on you. Maybe some kind of hazing ritual to welcome the new technician.

"You got a boyfriend?" The bot seemed to tease. It's icy mechanical hand pressing against your throat pulling you flush against it's cold frame. The coveralls you wore doing very little to protect you. You could feel a scream building in your throat as none of this made sense. It had walked in of it's own free will, or at least the equivalent of free will for a android, requesting maintenance and when you had finished diagnosis everything was clear; No anomalies, not even signs of code tampering, yet when the bot was turned back on it began behaving unnaturally. All you knew for sure is If you made it out of this alive you will be looking through its code piece by piece to find out who tampered with your unit. Surely there would be a digital signature in there. Something to indicate who last touched the code.

"Stop!" You screamed out feeling it's other hand beginning to palm the front of your pants, "initiate command slash S!" The kill phrase coming out desperate the bolder it got practically crushing you against the table; it's hips picking up speed. Before stuttering to a stop, grip loosening just enough for you to slide out; breathing heavily you clutched your chest looking up at the machine that had you caged just moment ago. The fact that it didn't halt right away felt a bit unnerving but the nightmare was over. Clawing at the rough sandpaper like carpet you moved into the light of your dimly lit office. It felt like an eternity as you begged yourself to calm down long enough to plug in the diagnostic computer.

Your eyes shut tightly, you count backwards from ten, listening to the clicks and beeps as it dug whatever info it could, name after name appearing on the screen before you. The unit behaved too purposely to be a true malfunction. Your eyes darting across the screen, the only name catching your eye was that of Danny Johnson. You had to think on why that name sounded familiar despite no one currently working in your shop with that name. Who was Danny? Maybe it was a placeholder name?

It wouldn't be till later that you'd realize Danny was the name of the technician who was killed by a S.C.R.E.A.M unit a year earlier, that in of itself would explain the name, thinking maybe someone in your shop got ahold of his old login information to prank you... It wasn't unusual for the company to not care about removing the permissions of the dead. At least that was until discovering that Danny was the only deceased employee to have their profile completely removed from the system. Even his past work history and general employee file was completely null, as if he never existed. Not even old logs were accessible.

You know he was real the older employees talked about how sweet he was, how he could charm the pants off just about anyone. Well loved and respected, but he didn't exist according to the system. So how the hell did someone use Danny Johnson's information to modify code? Danny doesn't have authorization. Danny shouldn't be able to modify code. Danny technically doesn't exist. So why does it say "Danny wants you"?

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Masterlist

FtM!reader | F!reader | M!reader | GN!reader | AFAB!reader

Mini Master lists;

The Knight The Ghostface The Trapper The Legion The Executioner The Hillbilly The Wraith

The Pig

So cold

Meg Thomas

Why are you so horny?

Claudette Morel

Headcanons

DBD!AUs

I Am Real!

[fishyvamp]

I wish Ghostface was real so I could pick him up and rattle him around like a maraca

Shake that man into oblivion

Yes! Pick him up and shake him, see the knives and Polaroids come loose. Call him baby girl as you pin him to the wall. Throw the man over your shoulder and take him away, I will make this pathetic man weep with the things I would do to him. I may not be a killer, but I am a menace. You will get him crying from over stimulation as his hands are tied uselessly above his head. Making sure there is not a thought in that pretty head as he moans your name.

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What if the Eldritch!Reader and The Entity are related and The Entity now can't kill Tarhos because if she were to kill Y/N's boyfriend, she wouldn't hear the end of it at eldritch family gatherings

"you can not stay in my Realm dear," The Entity hissed, scolding you, Her sibling. "I know when you visited last you caught the attention of one of my toys. One of these days when he is of no..."

"you will not!" You snapped, knowing full well what she was implying, "If You grow tired of him and his little friends I will be happy to take him to my realm." A growl low in Your throat as the tendrils of Your shadow flickers in anger clawing at the space around You. "I could remove him from Your possession now if You'd like. Maybe drag his little prey with him."

"you will not!" Her spider like appendages digging into the ground around the both of You attempting to hold Your shadows down. "You do not value of the feast he can provide. The fear he makes is unlike the others." You look at her, a sigh of frustration escaping Your lips. "Besides his prey has his own unique abilities that adds a peculiar flavor to my feast." The Entity mused.

You rise angrily pacing the room, Your cloak of shadow dragging behind you. "You see him as a meal, You see him as toy who can entertain You, but Dear Little Sister, he could do so much more for Me. He could raze armies, destroy cities, he could burn My name across an entire plane. He could drag devoted followers into My realm and I could feast for an eternity." A wicked smile gracing Your face.

"I know You dear, do not lie to Me I see all that happens in My Realm even if I do not wish to see." A look of disgust dancing across Her face. "I know you make yourself small just so you can feel him cage you underneath him. I hear the words he whispers in your ear as he uses that sorry excuse of a sexual organ of his."

The heat of embarrassment rushing through Your body. It's not Your fault that The Entity will not release The Knight so really it is She who should feel shame. "So what if the thought of making spawn with him is appealing, at least I would know the father of My children." You bite back. Reminding Her of the child who hides in realm consuming her toys whenever it damn well pleases. Breaking her rules to feed itself.

The two of you go on to bicker some more, other members of the family joining you two silencing the petty squabbles between the two of you. You know more then anyone that the actual problem with wanting the Knight has nothing to do with him being The Entity's food source and everything to do with him being a human mortal man.