#dead by daylight male killers
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
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"
#dead by daylight#dead by daylight killer#dead by daylight headcanons#dbd shitpost#dbd headcanons#dbd killer#dbd#dbd ghostface#dbd doctor#dbd wraith#dbd wesker#dead by daylight shitpost#dbd male killers#dead by daylight male killers#slashers#slasher headcanons
64 notes
·
View notes
Text
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"
#dbd x reader#dead by daylight x reader#male!reader#dead by daylight#male reader#dbd#slasher x reader#slashers#dbd shitpost#dbd incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes#sable ward#all things wicked#mikaela reid#killers x reader#killers dbd#dbd killer
678 notes
·
View notes
Note
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.
#apollo#male yandere#tw yandere#personal headcanon#yandere dbd ghostface#yandere dbd#yandere dead by daylight#yandere drabble#yandere danny johnson#yandere danny#yandere dead by daylight ghostface#yandere ghostface#yandere slasher#yandere x darling#yandere x y/n#yandere x reader#yandere smut#yandere x you#yandere x reader smut#dead by daylight x reader#dead by daylight#dead by daylight ghostface#ghostface x reader#ghostface x you#dbd danny johnson#dbd jed olsen#dbd x you#dbd killer x reader#dbd x male reader#dbd x reader
386 notes
·
View notes
Text
*cough*
woagh who drew that
#dbd#the hillbilly#max thompson jr#dead by daylight#dbd killer#dbd ships#dbd art#dbd fanart#dead by deadlight fanart#dbd x you#dbd x reader#dbd x male reader#dbd hillbilly
1K notes
·
View notes
Note
Idk if requests are off, I'm sorry if they are Q-Q. But could we get a "How they would react" kind of thing, to one of the other survivors tripping you mid chase to save themselves?
With M! Reader x your choice of killers
(maybe one of the killers being Wesker or Myers?)
Also, take as much time as you need <3
Personally I think I would’ve tripped myself. You can always check my pinned post to see if requests are open! Thank you so much for the request Anon! :)
Killers: Wesker, Micheal Myers, Ghostface, Trickster.
Cw: typical dbd violence, betrayal, lil bit of angst, wholesome stuff.
Wesker:
It was a standard last chase of the trial. You were just trying to make it to the exit gate.
It was just you and your injured teammate. You though you had this under control.
That was until your teammate tripped you and tried to make the final sprint.
Key word is tried.
Wesker was having non of it.
He would very quickly take care of the traitor.
He watched you slowly crawl towards the gate in a last ditch effort.
He would very calmly walk over and pick you up slinging you over his shoulder.
Of course you put up the best fight you could.
Until you realize that Wesker was surprisingly giving you mercy.
Don’t be fooled though he may be merciful but not for long.
You found this out when he just threw you out.
“Please be careful next time. I won’t be so nice if you fall for that trick again.”
Ghostface:
You were running away with all the energy you had and Ghostie was hot on your trail.
He almost had you that was until your teammate came out of nowhere.
The person was quick to realize what they had just done and acted just as fast.
They pushed you back into him.
Needless to say he was absolutely fuming.
How dare that piece of shit ruin the perfect chase he was having.
Not only did the asshole ruin the chase they also hurt your ankle.
“Here let me help.” You had to do a double take. A killer being nice to you? Huh?
He picked you up and placed you next to a gate.
“I won’t be so nice next time pretty boy.” You got head pats before he went off.
Trickster:
He was being particularly ruthless this trial not slowing down with his knives.
This resulted in everyone being on edge the entire trial.
You were just unlucky enough to be the dude he was chasing.
A glimmer of hope came when you saw one of your teammates ahead.
Though it was short lived when they hit you in the face with a rock.
You have to admit they had good aim.
But this most certainly did not fly with Trickster.
Your face was his to mess up how dare some bitch take his joy.
He completely ignored you and ran ahead knocking said bitch to the ground.
“Don’t worry song bird I’ll be saving you for last!” He says that like it’s good thing but hey maybe you’ll get out.
Micheal Myers:
You fucked up.
You’re dumbass let him get to tier 3 and your last teammate was pissed.
So pissed off that they kicked you in the dick when you were being chased.
Micheal watched you roll on the ground in pain.
He didn’t really have time to waste and left you to take care of yourself.
A quick one two and the teammate was dead and you were alone.
You didn’t really put up a fight when he came back for you.
But to your surprise he pointed to where the hatch was.
He got joy out of your pain and you did help him accidentally.
He just thinks you did your job very well today.
#dbd#dead by daylight#dbd killer#dbd x male reader#request#killer x survivor#dbd headcanons#danny jed olsen johnson#danny johnson#danny johnson x male reader#dbd ghostface#albert wesker x male reader#albert wesker#dbd wesker#dbd mastermind#ji woon hak#ji woon hak x male reader#dbd trickster#trickster x male reader#micheal myers#micheal myers x male reader#the shape#dbd michael myers
852 notes
·
View notes
Text
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.
#dbd trickster#trickster x reader#dead by daylight#dbd killer#dbd killer x reader#trickster x gn reader#x gn reader#x reader#dbd#dbd fanfic#dbd fanfic trickster#dead by daylight trickster fanfic#trickster fanfic#x gender neutral reader#yandere#yandere trickster#yandere trickster x gn reader#yandere male#ji woon hak x reader#Ji-Woon Hak
186 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Knight HCS; what would he be like in a relationship? ༊*·˚
Tarhos Kovács , NSFW hcs & SFW
┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈
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
#dead by daylight#dbd killer#dbd x reader#dbd x you#dbd x male reader#dbd x female Reader#female reader#male reader#gender nuetral reader#dbd#dbd knight#the knight#dbd the knight
126 notes
·
View notes
Text
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
#ghostface x reader#ghostface dbd#danny johnson#dbd ghostface#dead by daylight#ghostface#ghostface x male reader#ghostface x female reader#dbd killer#dbd fanfic#dbd x reader#dbd x male reader#Dbd x female reader#x reader#yandere#yandere ghostface#yandere dbd#dead by daylight x reader#dead by daylight ghostface
549 notes
·
View notes
Text
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😘
.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.
#male x male#x male reader#x reader#gay#gay smut#dbd killer#dead by daylight The knight#the knight dbd#X male raeder dbd#dead by daylight x male raeder
85 notes
·
View notes
Text
Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?
⇢ Pairing: Ghostface/Meg Thomas
⇢ Length: Oneshot
⇢ Synopsis: Ghostface hasn't had his hands on his darling survivor for many, many trials. The Entity isn't that cruel of a mistress to deny him for long of course.
⇢ A/N: (Dark) fluff?? In MY Ghostmeg works?? In my defense, I was sick and weak, they struck me when I had no means of defending myself- For those unaware, Slash and I have also agreed that Ghostface's ribbons have a mind of their own, and now that I have figured out how to slip that into my writing, expect it constantly.
Ghostface rose off of the splayed, mangled body of the last survivor, grimacing in disgust as he nudged it with his foot, flicking the blood off of his knife. He easily stepped over the corpse, wiping the remaining red liquid on the sleeve of his robe as the death toll rang out, the unmistakable sound of the sky parting for the Entity’s hungry grasp. He didn’t bother to look back, focused instead on striding to the now open exit gates.
His pace was too quick, too heavy, his posture too stiff and his dismissal of his favored weapon more violent than usual, all but slamming the knife into its sheath without a glance to ensure he wouldn’t stab himself doing so.
It’d been….. many, many, far too many trials since he’d seen his lovely little, red rabbit. Caught scent of her fear, snapped his teeth around her delicate skin, her wrists clasped in one hand, able to feel her racing pulse in her wrists, ran his fingers through her hair-
Ghostface growled, harshly yanking the mask off of his face as he shoved his hood down, digging his nails into his scalp as he ruffled his hair and tried to force the brimming edge threatening to boil over back. His ribbons lashed behind him, jerking in all directions in rapid succession.
The killer had begun to find it troublesome to properly conduct his trials when she failed to show each and every time. Of course, that didn’t mean he’d grown sloppy, slow, useless.
Oh no, no, of course not. Why it’d rather become quite the opposite. The survivors unlucky enough to be cast into trials with him must’ve done something to displease the Entity, to be dropped into an enclosed space when the bloodlust boiled within him. He’d lost nearly all his patience for his stealth specialized moves, preferring to go gunning for them like a bloodhound, the panicked survivors darting in all directions like brainless hares.
The anger within him had lent him harsher swings and quicker slashes, his knife finding the spots that were sure to cause maximum pain, for choked gasps and grunts and unbridled screams. To revel in the blood that would coat him nearly head to toe at the end of each trial.
Hooks were too kind of an end for the survivors, Ghostface would ensure a complete mori of each and every survivor. Able to feel the haze settle for just a moment while his knife would dart in and out of their soft flesh until it was too torn to take any more of his anger.
But reset deaths could only take him so far, could soothe the growing fire within him only so long before he’d snap. By the fog, if Meg didn’t show her cute little butt soon, he’d be sure to find the survivor camp himself and drag her out with his own two-
An abrupt, panicked scream from above shattered the killer out of his musings, snapping his head upwards to catch sight of a falling figure above him. By pure instincts, Ghostface lashed out to catch her, a female slamming right into his arms, scrambling to grab him around the neck as her body trembled from the fall.
The killer tilted his head down to catch a proper full sight of her, freezing stone still as a familiar, red headed runner was planted right in his arms, focused on vehemently muttering choice words to the disappearing Entity above.
His ribbons had stilled in his moment of surprise, and now excitedly regained their wagging, twirling to and fro, darting closer to gently brush against Meg’s form while the killer could only stare mutely at his favorite survivor, dropped right into his own arms.
Meg finally seemed to register that someone had caught her, turning to face him before she froze, body completely still as her wide, terrified eyes stared up at him. Her mouth dropped open slightly, a small, startled noise escaping as her grip unconsciously tightened around his neck.
(Like a rabbit, that freezes before the hunting dog, hoping it’s gaze will pass over it if it dares not breathe.)
Ghostface’s lips twitched, before stretching into a full blown, wolfish grin, drawing her closer tightly as the survivor finally snapped out of her shock, scrambling to break out of his hold.
“Hi baby,” he purred, easily holding her flailing figure in place to plant a kiss on her forehead, the redhead grimacing and shuddering in response.
“Did you miss me?” He cooed, drawing her closer, tighter against himself as Meg tried to shove at his chest, kicking into open air. He rubbed his cheek against her head, akin to an affectionate cat, while the survivor tried to claw at him with blunt nails.
“I missed youu. On my sweet girl~” Ghostface sighed silently in relief, feeling the tenseness ease from his figure, his ribbons idly entangling around her legs to keep her in place. Meg snapped to them too late, while Ghostface easily spun to a new direction, happily trotting off to a more private part of the woods instead of the killer campfire.
Oh he’d missed her, and he wasn’t about to let anyone else catch sight of her. Meg was the opposite of complacent in his grip, kicking and fighting and scratching (really, you’d think he was holding some feral cat instead of a survivor). Her gaze darted to his exposed neck, freezing as her thoughts flashed across her face, hands twitching as she battled within herself.
Ghostface fought to keep from bursting out laughing. How opportunistic, how cute. Not that he’d blame her of course, he’d given her his own fair share of marks to recall him by, some visible above the limits of her clothing, others more private. It’d be quite adorable for her to do the same for him now.
Oh well.
He gave her another bold, grinning peck on her face as Meg startled and renewed her fighting, squeezing her closer. The two of them had a lot of time they needed to make up for, and he excitedly relayed it to the horrified expression growing on the survivor’s face, his ribbons curling tighter around her in anticipation.
He’d have to find some way to thank the Entity afterwards, for dropping such a wonderful gift right into his arms.
#ghostmeg#dbd#male yandere#yandere ghostface#slasher x final girl#manhandling#dead by daylight#dbd writing#dbd fanfic#ghostface#dbd ghostface#meg thomas#slashers#slashers writing#slashers fanfic#killer x survivor#yandere scenarios
70 notes
·
View notes
Text
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
#dead by daylight headcanons#dead by daylight killer#dead by daylight shitpost#dead by daylight#dead by daylight male killers#dbd#dbd shitpost#dbd headcanons#dbd killer#dbd male killers#headcanons#i dont remember why we did this
23 notes
·
View notes
Text
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"
#class of 09#class of 09 the re up#dead by daylight x reader#dbd x reader#dead by daylight#dbd#killer!reader#male!reader#male reader#creep!reader#dbd shitpost#dbd incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes#dwight fairfield#jake park#elodie rakoto#meg thomas#danny johnson#the ghostface#ghostface
321 notes
·
View notes
Text
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
#yandere x you#male yandere#tw yandere#yandere x reader#yandere imagines#yandere hcs#yandere dbd#yandere ghostface#dbd killer#dbd ghostface#dbd survivor#personal headcanon#yandere danny johnson#yandere jed olsen#dead by daylight#dbd x reader#dbd x you#dbd x male reader#dbd danny johnson#dbd jed olsen#yandere dead by daylight#yandere dbd ghostface#danny johnson#jed olsen#ghostface x reader#jed olsen x reader#danny johnson x reader
428 notes
·
View notes
Text
"I love pigs"
"Do you really?"
"No."
#dbd#the hillbilly#max thompson jr#dead by daylight#dbd killer#dbd ships#dbd art#dbd fanart#dead by deadlight fanart#dbd x you#dbd x reader#dbd x male reader#dbd hillbilly
475 notes
·
View notes
Text
Base Yandere Danny/Ghostface Headcanons (+Killer Boyfriend Reader Scenario) (Dead By Daylight)
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one has to do with Danny aka Ghostface from Dead By Daylight. This a Scenario with a Male Reader! So let's do this! Enjoy this chapter!]
(Disclaimer: Danny aka Ghostface is Not Yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes Are Not Ideal partners to have in real life, Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!) -Base Yandere Headcanons With Danny Aka Ghostface From Dead By Daylight-
.Danny is for the most a planner, he plans his killings and makes sure that he does not act impulsively.
.Rarely does he act on impulse.
.That stays the same for his love for you, it was just by chance that he saw you in that bar.
.But it was his choice to follow you home and stalk you.
.Learning everything he can about you, unlike his typical stalkings which last a few weeks, this went on for months.
.He did not plan to kill you, instead, he was learning everything he could about you.
.Obviously, he was the type of yandere to stalk you and to learn everything he could about you.
.Even breaking into your home and stealing some things that you would not miss.
.He would even put cameras throughout your home to watch you do everything, including showering and changing your clothes.
.He would want to know everything about you, including every intimate detail~
.He is beyond obsessed and like I said how he typically plans this killings is not always true.
.Sometimes he acts on impulse like with the parody news articles and how he went into such a blind rage that he brutalized them and left them in a way that he would not as Ghostface.
.This does leak out to be one of the two ways he deals with rivals.
.If he does have a rival he is fist stalking them and learning the best way to kill them.
.But if they got too close to you he would act on Impulse and go into a blind rage.
. At this moment it is not for Ghostface to deal with, it is personal and he was going to make sure they knew the face of YOUR Man and that they had crossed the line.
.He does not care who or what is a rival, you are the love of his life and he is not going to share you.
.For A rival to get that close to you it is extremely personal.
.He does not care if the person is young or old they cross that line and the killing would be much different than his ones as Ghostface.
.He is also a very patient yandere, he can play the long game.
.Slowly getting to know everything about you, and finally being able to make his first move.
.He would be able to worm his way into your life, may it be as Danny, Jed, or whoever else.
.He would be the perfect man for you, and it was very unlikely you would turn his feelings down.
.He loves to take your photo and even has one of those cork boards that have pictures of you, a list of things you like, documents of your family tree, rewards you got in school, everything.
.It is like a crime scene board but so personal and intimate to everything about you as a person!
.It could almost be considered a shirne!
.But really it is a game play on how to win you over and it is completely unhinged on how much he loves you and wants you to himself.
.Even more so it goes back to the fucking day you were born, who was the doctor who held your body, who was the woman who gave birth to you and so much more.
.The immense detail it has in it is terrifying that he knows this much about you and about your whole existence. .Hell he might even have the damn day you were conceived. How he got that I do not even know!
.This man's eye for the details of your life is the most intense I have ever seen a yandere act and that is saying a lot.
.He would have wormed his way into your life and that was not enough for him, he needed to have you as his and his alone, and he would have you.
.Mark his words, even if he has to lock you away he will have you.
.He would have had you gone on three months' worth of dates before confessing his love to you.
.At this point he is certain you will say yes, he has been planning this for months if not years.
.He would wait and if you accept his love he knew he had been right and that this was perfect.
.He would get you and him a place and of course, he is not home a lot because he travels for his job as a journalist but also because he has to go and do killings as Ghostface.
.Do not get it wrong he knows where you are at all times, having gotten a tracker on you, and with that, he knows where you are at all times.
.Not to mention the cameras that cover every square foot of your guys home!
.He made sure that you were always under his watchful eye and that he kept you as his and safe.
.If you had turn him down, well you can be found chained in his basement where he is taking good care of you.
.He makes sure that you are taken care of always getting a home with a good basement so he can move you with him city from city.
.You had broken his heart and he will mentally break you so you do love him and that you never ever leave him.
.That is right he would also be a petty yandere for you.
.Not to mention HE LOVES taking your photos and having them all over the walls.
.His phone is filled with your photos.
(Now specific what he would do with a male darling) .If you are a man he would do his best to make you feel you are less than him.
.He cannot have you get cocky and or full of yourself now can he?
.He is the man you need in your life and if you do not like men he would break you and make you like him.
.As he would be the only man for you and would love to make you feel good.
.You are the only man who has made him feel like this and that makes you special.
.He does not like men or women near you and would not want to share you with any of them.
.He would make sure that you know he is the one in charge and that you better fall in line.
.He would also steal your boxers and he had touched himself while he smelled them in your bed.
.As well as Leaving unnoticeable traces of himself in your bed. (gross)
.He would break you down no matter the strong man you think you are and make you his and his alone.
.The power dynamic would be so severe that you would be forced to accept that he was the man in the relationship and you were his boyfriend.
.It was his job to take care of you and be the man for you, and he would make sure that you understood that!
.He would also one day be okay with you being the top, as he wants to be able to do everything with you and he would do everything with you.
------Now When you are in the Entities realm------
(Danny X Male Killer Listener)
(No One's POV) You had been in the entity realm for some time and you blamed him, your supposed boyfriend. somehow the entity when bringing Ghostface to be one of the killers, you were brought as one as well. That is right you had been made a killer as well. You were not a killer persay in your own life. You called yourself an avenger and you were the avenger killer. You had to kill the survivors for the entity but your goal was to kill him, Ghostface, Danny! You were a killer in your human life and killed the men who raped your sister. You got your revenge on them and then you realized you liked it. So you would kill men, women, anyone that raped someone. You were different from the other killers.
you did not have hatred for the survivors but you did have hatred for your ex-boyfriend. You had been kidnapped by Danny when you turned down his feelings, as you did not love him, and you told him that you just did not love him yet. You could have one day fallen in love with him. But that changed when he kidnapped you and kept you prisoner.
The entity had promised you revenge and you were going to get it one day. You just had to keep the entity happy. Of course, you were forced to be the roommate with Danny. Sharing the same realm as him. Danny would like to say you two were now together forever and that you would be his murdered husband. You would punch him in the fucking face and tell him to fuck off.
You did not love Danny but you did still have some attraction for your ex. It did not help that you two did have chemistry. So you hate fuck him. Just like you did tonight.
You roll off from your ex and pant your butt was going to hurt in a bit but you had to admit, Danny was good in bed.
"God I knew you loved me~," Danny says with a smirk.
"Shut the Fuck Up Danny." You snap at him. "I do not love you, just between trials there is nothing else to you, and if I were to fuck one of the other killers you would lose your shit."
"You are Mine." He snaps and glares at you.
He would say this time and time again and just like always you would roll your eyes.
"You say that all the time, but I will kill you for good one of these days." You say and get off the bed grabbing a towel and your clothes. "I am going to go swimming in the lake, you can fuck off." You could feel him watching your ass as you walk away and yup you felt the slight pain in it from the fucking you just received. You would never admit it, but you did like Danny enough to be trapped in the same Realm as him. You would still kill him for getting you in the situation. Mark your words. Unknown to you, Danny made a deal with the entity, and this is why you were trapped here. You were his prize and he is keeping you by his side, his sweet sexy boyfriend killer.
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins.]
#yandere#yandere danny johnson#yandere ghostface#yandere dead by daylight#yandere headcanons#headcanons#dead by daylight#dead by daylight danny johnson#dead by daylight ghostface#ghostface#ghostface x reader#ghostface x male reader#ghostface x killer reader#danny johnson#danny johnson x male reader#danny johnson x reader#danny johnson x killer reader#reader#male reader#killer reader#male killer reader#gender neutral reader#scenarios#scenario#yandere scenarios
35 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello! I'm here to bring more fluffiness!
How about Wesker with an boyfriend that is also a scientist and he is just super interested in Wesker's work regarding the viruses that he ahs created/mutated, and he just loves hearing Wesker talk about anything regarding his work.
–💀 anon
Not the reader being Wesker’s lil skrunkly guy. This is literally just adorable like akshaja. Thank you so much for the request Skully!
Cw: Mentions of experimentation other then that just fluff.
Wesker is head over heels for you. I mean how could he not be.
You actually listen to his hour long lectures about his work and you’ll ask questions.
He especially loved it when you would walk up to him while in the lab and asked if you could help.
Does he need your help? No but he most certainly didn’t want to undermined your intelligence.
He’ll give you somethings to work on. You know it’s not especially important but you still make sure it’s perfect.
He loves it when you just sit there in amazement. It gives him an ego boost.
You would write down note while he would give his break downs.
Eventually he would take some of your ideas for a mutation.
You were a very happy boyfriend when he did this.
“Honey! I wanna look at the Uroboros!” “Babe we’re at a restaurant-“
Don’t worry he will pull them out when at home.
You draw them in a little sketch book. He really likes the way you draw his arm.
He loved the way you would gently grab his wrist and moved his arm.
It was to study the Uroboros of course but still it was nice.
You would giggle when the Uroboros would crawl up your hand.
Sometimes you would rant about how amazing Wesker’s ideas were.
He would just smile and let you feed his ego.
He loves his scientist boyfriend so much. :)
#dbd#dead by daylight#dbd x male reader#dbd killer#request#dbd headcanons#resdient evil#resdient evil x male reader#re#re x male reader#resdient evil headcanons#resdient evil x reader#dbd x reader#dead by daylight x reader#albert wesker#dbd wesker#albert wesker x male reader#wesker x male reader#albert wesker x reader#wesker x reader
556 notes
·
View notes