#kazan yamaoka imagine

[diejager]

Hello, may please ask for nsfw headcanons for the Oni please?

NSFW headcanons

Pairing: The Oni | Kazan Yamaska x fem!reader

Cw: NSFW, breeding kink, biting, marking, aftercare, possessive behaviour, size kink, tradition, scent/musk kink, worshiping, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.1k

Kazan is a proud man, honouring his family name to the point of committing blasphemy. He cherished the things that belonged to him, taking care of his kanabo with the careful swipe of his towel and as much love as he has for you, his little human. His big hands came to hold you before him, a supporting gesture while you stared up at him in the mirror, his piercing, red eyes meeting yours. 

Under the protective shield of his armour, those ritualistic shoulder guards with curved Oni horns, chest armour, sleeves and thigh protections secured by thick ropes rounding the mass of his body; and the bloodied cloth of his shirt, shin guard, skirt and pants held with strong string sewing them together to become a piece; Kazan was a soft lover, caring and soft-spoken with his feelings for you. Under that scary Oni mask, Kazan is scarily human, even with the added height and broad shoulders.

Size played a lot to his kinks, his body looming over your smaller one, his hands holding your curved hips as he bullied his cock into you, watching the skin of your navel bulge with his enormous size. You cried when he pressed a palm over the bulge, pushing it as he plotted through your wet and tight cunt, milking and clamping his thick shaft. Kazan enjoyed watching you take him by yourself, using his chest as support as you sink onto him, mewling and whining about how big he was and how your cunny was too small when you’d taken him over and over before, getting all his length in you. You shook and trembled, legs weak and useless, depending on Kazan to move you up and down, his big hands holding your hips. 

However gentle he tried to be, his strength and pleasure always got the better of his self-control, leaving bruises on your hips and waist, purples and blues the size of his fingers on your arms and thighs. Leaving marks on your soft, pliant flesh was a guilty pleasure of his, he liked sinking his jagged teeth into your shoulders and thighs. The sensuality of seeing the swollen bites on your skin and the sensitive news to it when he pressed a kiss on it. The ferality he felt surging in his body when red rolled down your thighs and shoulders, a single drop that painted your skin in a beautiful shade of crimson. 

He’d be ploughing you with his veiny cock while he leaves traces of his presence on your being, a show of possession on you that he revelled in with pride and sheer, unbridled joy. He was bound to be possessive of what he loved, he held great value and high respect for anything that deserved it, and you were at the top of his list. Forgoing his need to value and respect, being a killer naturally made him more possessive, the need to own and show the others he owned you. Perhaps it made you feel like an object, an item of his obsession, but you’ve never voiced your concerns and fears so he kept going on. If he can show to the others - either killer or survivor - that you were his, he could live happily.

Kazan, as the Oni, had a potency to his being. He had a name, had a reputation, had skill and had needs. He knew, like him, a lot of killers had forsaken their humanity - their souls - to their monsters. Most killers had better noses, their enhanced sense made sniffing out survivors easier and, in his case, helped let the others know you were his. The smell of his mark on you would cling onto you like a cloud of musk, the scent of his cum inside of you screaming about your branding. He would cum in you, spurting rope after rope of potent cum, staining your slick walls. 

He left it inside of you, dripping from your cunt and leaving the musk of his cum and your shared sex as a show of ownership. He spent time pumping you with his loads, he won’t stop until he’s overstimulated, because he can’t stop coming at the thought of breeding you. Building a family was a cultural tradition in his time, and to raise his descendants into honourable people, it was a dream of his, wishful thinking. He knew that within the Entity’s realm, all time stopped, he never aged, he never changed and he would never become a father, but the temptation of knocking you up was simply too much for him not to fuck his cum deeper.

Even while he bullied his load deeper and deeper, cock still as hard and leaky as when he first started, he’d kiss your lips so gently, muffling your mewls and cries. His hands cradled your face, placing sweet, worshipping kisses all over your face, hips rutting into you with your legs swinging over his shoulders. He rolled his hips steadily, making sure that you wouldn’t end up overstimulated like he was, all as he worshipped you. You were like a goddess to him, his little goddess that he could claim with his scent and mark. He kissed the ground you walked on, he kissed your hands when you held it towards him, and he would do anything you would want, all you have to do is ask. 

After everything, the hours-long marathon in bed, he would take care of you. He’s amazing at aftercare. He would do every whim of yours, if you wanted a cup of water, he’d have it in seconds, if you wanted to shower, he’d bathe you; if you wanted to sleep; he’d cuddle you from the back. His attention was spent on you and you alone after every session, he cleaned you, he fed you, he watched your back when you slept. He spooned you, his bigger body shadowing you in a comfortable and safe embrace, an arm under your head and another over your waist. 

If you didn’t want to sleep, wanting to feel pretty and clean as his, Kazan’s little goddess bride, he would dress you up prettily. Kazan was also a man who saw the beauty in tradition, painting you in the colours of his country, the powerful red and its innocent white. He painted your face in those shades with soft pink and yellow on your eyes, tried your hair in high loops and used beads to decorate your locks. Dressed in the beautiful robes that told stories and legends of his empire, you looked like those elegant geishas he remembered seeing years ago. You would dance and sing, he’d twirl you around him and make the ends of your sleeves flutter.

Kazan, for all his worth and pain, finally had something good in his life, something he could be proud of loving. Perhaps The Entity wasn’t as cold and unfeeling as She portrayed herself.

[rootsofdread]

How do you think some women and men killers would treat us after putting their s/o through a lot of pain?

-Annoy🍄🩵

(Gonna love angst and fluff)

*nods sagely* we do gotta love it.

Amanda Young / The Pig:

Rarely, if ever, does Amanda feel remorse for anything she does. John taught her well, and she understands that what she’s doing is right. One of these rare moments of remorse is seeing the tears in your eyes when she throws you on a hook, or a genuine, pained cry when she fastens a reverse bear trap on your head. In those moments…she feels remorse. You keep coming back, after all, you survive. You choose life, you don’t need to be tested any longer…on some level, it confuses her as much as it hurts her to do these things to you. But she knows she’s hurt you more. She holds you close, whispering sincere apologies to you, you don’t deserve to be tested over and over, while you’re nuzzled under her jaw. She knows you’re grateful.

Charlotte Deshayes (and Victor) / The Twins:

It likely goes without saying, but Charlotte feels…absolutely awful when she has to hurt you. Every time, without fail, it never gets any easier for her, and she hates seeing you so upset because of it, too. She’s hovering around you constantly after a particularly tough trial, checking on you, telling you she loves you, giving you little squeezy-hugs when she can. She’ll even send Victor for you if she can’t tend to you for any reason, and he may not be the best, but he knows what helps Charlotte feels better and he’ll do the same for you, like holding your hand or cuddling up in your lap. It’s his way of telling you sorry, both on Charlotte’s behalf, and his own. At the end of the day, Charlotte just wants the best for you, and it tears her apart when she has to hurt you so badly like that.

Kazan Yamaoka / The Oni:

Never has Kazan been known for his kindness nor his compassion; but when you’re upset with him, he’s a completely different man. He knows he’s doing what is right, punishing those that need it, but he knows you’ve done nothing wrong. He takes no joy in hurting you. Unlike everyone else…you don’t deserve it. And he lets you know that, that you shouldn’t be caught up in his duties. He will always tell you that he’s sorry that it has to be this way, and he holds you close to his chest. He lets you do whatever you feel like you need to do to decompress: yell, scream, cry, beat your fists against his chest. As long as you feel better by the end, and you know that you don’t deserve any little bit of it, that’s perfect for him.

Elliot Spencer / The Cenobite:

Most people would honestly be genuinely shocked by how gently Elliot treats you “behind the scenes.” Nobody would expect it from a cenobite, much less the leader of the gash. On days after he had to hurt you so badly, he’s all gentle touches and gentle words. His hands caressing your shoulders or your lower back, he knows that it hurts, he knows you must be angry at him. But you must know that the more pain you go through, the more divine you become. One day, it won’t hurt at all anymore. But until then, he’s here for you, to hold your hand, guide you, and help you through it all. He assures you, all this, one day, will make you better than the rest.

[mundoperla]

Could I get hcs for a gn survivor that’s horrendously touch-starved, whenever they’re being carried to a hook, they completely relax in the killer’s grip and lean into them, because they’re brain just goes w a r m human contact fuck yeah- and they can’t help it sdvh

If you could include Frank from The Legion because..he’s my favourite, I find him hot- but aside from that, any killers you want to write hcs for! :D

EEEEE KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR BC FRANK <3333

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𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧 .

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killers x gender neutral reader

—killer(s) included;; frank morrison, ji-woon hak, kazan yamaoka, & caleb quinn WOOOOOO DEATHSLINGER PROPAGANDA

‼️tws;; none i could catch but if there is anything lmk!!!‼️

⤹⋆｡˚ ｡˚۰ ۰˚☽˚⁀➷｡˚⋆ ｡˚۰༄

𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖔𝖓

.｡❅* you were being tossed up onto his shoulder to be brought to the nearest rusty hook like the last, you had yet to even be put on one so of course some kind of struggle or fight was expected.

.｡❅* but you weren’t moving, barley even a scream or kick from you. he couldn’t feel any kind of struggle, but he can feel you practically melting into him.

.｡❅* he did not.. understand.. you’ve gotta be broken or something.

.｡❅* he’d stopped in his tracks completely, wiggling you a bit with the arm that held you up to see if you’d respond with maybe an elbow to the side of his head, but you just sat there. completely still. you were just enveloped in his touch. sitting still and very peacefully.

.｡❅* Frank didn’t exactly know how to react or how to feel.. it’s wonderful having someone feel so comfortable being this close to him, but he was also expecting the usual response he got from others.

.｡❅* he’ll just stand there for a minute, letting you hang out for a while longer. he’ll feel guilty if he just tossed you onto a hook afterwards so he gently places you on the ground and leaves you there for one of your teammates to pick you up.

.｡❅* if you do it again in more trials with him he’s slowly going to start ignoring his initial objectives and just carry you around the map with him.

.｡❅* again he won’t admit he likes feeling this kind of contact with you, he’ll swear up and down that it’s just because he feels powerful when someone’s on his shoulder for long periods of time like some kind of prize catch.

.｡❅* regardless of whatever lame excuses he pulls to justify holding you so you, he makes it a mandatory task whenever he spots you in a trial, aswell as the occasional jingle of your body when you’re hoisted up just to see if you’ll ever retaliate.

.｡❅* you never do. he digs that.

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𝕵𝖎-𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖆𝖐—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

.｡❅* like Frank, he’s expecting you to fight him to get out of his grasp like your life depended on it— which it does.

.｡❅* maybe if he hits someone on your team with you on him you’ll do something? maybe even beg for him to spare everyone else & to just kill you?

.｡❅* wrong. you’re still just sitting there.

.｡❅* Ji-Woon doesn’t mind to say the least, attention is attention & you’re practically melted into his shoulder just pleased to have this much contact with another person. it’s a win-win for the two of you.

.｡❅* The Trickster is very.. tricky to say the least, he loves having you pressed up on him when he’s picked you up after a chase, but at the same time he still internally wants you to fight back. bite him at least.

.｡❅* he will still throw you onto a hook after a minute or two of you being up with him. he’s still got others to get rid of.

.｡❅* then again he doesn’t want to do too much to make you avoid him, he still wants to feel you lean into his hands when he hold your face up or when he’s holding you sturdy on his shoulder. it’s actually very nice when he’s making some kind of physical contact with you.

.｡❅* he’ll be annoying you whenever he’s caught you though, he’s aware that you’re not gonna do anything to get away but instead revel in this brief moment of physical contact with him of all people.

.｡❅* ❝ Should I hold you in a more comfortable position this time 여보 ? just for now until i unfortunately have to put you away. ❞

.｡❅* like i said — he’s annoying.

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𝕶𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖓 𝖄𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖔𝖐𝖆—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖓𝖎

.｡❅* he will not notice this at all until after maybe the 7th trial with you. he’s a ruthless and feared killer, but you never seemed to care when he would carry you to your inevitable fate.

.｡❅* you had decompressed entirely on him multiple times, and Kazan was pissed to say the least.

.｡❅* the ‘Oni Yamaoka’ was known far and wide for his brutality across the country, even tearing apart the very lord that spat the foul nickname at him and his family’s name. he was less than eligible for you to feel comfortable enough to mould around.

.｡❅* he had full intentions to harm you to get a point across, but Jake was quick to get you away from The Oni with his flashlight.

.｡❅* Kazan was even more angry, because now he had to get you back so he could jam it into your head that he is not to be taken so lightly. he looked for every opportunity to get you slung over his shoulders again but fumbled every time he got you where you were wanted.

.｡❅* but every time you wound up in his grasp, you’d lay there enveloped in his touch. the idea of being brought to a hook or even the basement was irrelevant in the moment. it felt amazing basically sitting in the palm of his hand.

.｡❅* it makes him angrier whenever you do this, he’s so comfortable being feared by every living being that surrounded him & he was not adjusting well to the idea of you not groveling in that same fear like the other survivors.

.｡❅* you occasionally entertained him by pretending to be scared when he had caught up with you, which also made him angry. he didn’t ACTUALLY want you to feel that way, he just wanted you to know how the other survivors perceived him. he’s contradicting himself trying to ignore the fact he really does enjoy you being close to him.

.｡❅* he’ll actively start refraining from picking you up unless he needs to, which despite this he will still constantly pick you up. you get the impression he actually enjoys the skin to skin contact much more than what he wants you to believe.

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𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖇 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗

.｡❅* he’s oblivious to it all at first, he doesn’t get why you always seemingly chose to turn into mush when he makes contact with you.

.｡❅* but he’s very pleased by this to say the least, even taking the courtesy to find a secluded space to sit down with you peacefully. he’ll carry you over to an exit when they open up.

.｡❅* you’re aware of the damage he can cause, not just to others but to you specifically. he was dangerous just like the next killer you’d have to go up against.

.｡❅* but that felt so irrelevant when your abdomen made contact with the harsh material of his coat for the first time. your worries and fears faded in an instant. even with all his jagged edges, his touch managed felt like pure velvet.

.｡❅* Caleb could sit down in one of the secret rooms of the saloon with you forever if The Entity allowed him to, you’re obviously enjoying the time spent on him; he doesn’t want to yank that peace away from you so suddenly.

.｡❅* he ups it a notch, placing a hand on the nape of your neck — being met with another deep exhale from you. he didn’t think it was possible to witness a person genuinely melt until now.

.｡❅* he’s also melting against your touch, you buried your head into his chest and he wanted to keep you on that spot. he hasn’t felt this close to another person in a long time.

.｡❅* The Deathslinger could be gentle if he wanted to, always doing his best to limit as much movement when you’re up high on his shoulders as to not disturb you, even though you didn’t particularly mind him moving around.

.｡❅* if he see’s another open opportunity outside of a trial, he will offer to let you sit on his shoulders again. you seemed very peaceful the last time, so why not experience it again without the time limit?

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⋆┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈⋆

please i beg of you give me more frank reqs he’s so fun to write for

[bubbasbubblebutt]

Some old WIPS that I won't be finishing

[phonkscribes]

I wanted to request a more platonic Dbd imagine for either the Oni or the Knight, which ever you prefer, but a younger killer reader, someone like Spirit who was wronged in life. And dying due the reader’s survivor basically being the reason they died in the first place. So they hunt the survivor the most when ever they see them. Just a reader that has a lot of hatred for one person amongst the survivors

Youth filled with scorn.

What a particular case. Another instance in which the Entity felt pity upon a crushed, dying soul. That is not without its price. The weapon was placed in your hands, but the real murderer was on the other side. She whispered into your ear, told you that you could get your revenge as many times as you'd want. You couldn't believe it, but a darker part of you would. As you set out into the trials, you would seek them out, pushing the others out of your way to make sure that the one who put you here was taken care of.

It didn't matter if they escaped in their stead, it didn't matter if the Entity punished you. With their body ascending into the Fog, your thirst was clenched. Nothing else mattered...

Right?

THE ONI // KAZAN YAMAOKA

Another child? He thought, disappointment flooding his mind as he took you in.

You were beaten, bruises blotching across certain parts of your body like an intricate pattern, scars adorning your skin like stars. It was bad enough that one of his descendants had been sent here in a similar state, but what was your story? Why were you here, what had brought you to such ruin that a demonic god sought to rescue you from your fate? The first time he saw you, there had been tears in your eyes, but you didn't cry. He could feel the anger ebbing off you like the blood he collected. Kazan was curious, he had to know more now. The only problem was that you didn't talk much, and you preferred to strike out on your own.

He supposed it was a young person thing, but he wouldn't be giving up on you. The Oni would take his time to figure you out, to investigate by his own means. He watched you return from a trial once, the bubbling of the Entity echoing into the thicket as She admonished you for failing to feed her properly. You growled, bared your teeth as you pointed at the air accusingly.

"I don't care about anyone else, but them. You said I could- I could kill them as many times as I'd like! You said that I could avenge myself as many times as I want and I am", you bristled, held your ground like a cornered animal.

Naturally, the Entity didn't like you taking that tone with Her. Naturally, you were punished.

Kazan scowled, and looked away as the claws hooked themselves deep into your side: the toll of losing a trial. You'd heal, because She fixed Her toys at least when She was done playing with them. After you'd been punished, he appeared-- rather, he revealed himself. Your body laid curled on the ground once the Entity was gone. You breathed heavily, trying not to grunt as he looked over you. You flinched when he offered a hand, which in turn, caused him to pause. A moment passed, where you considered slapping the Oni's hand, but that strength you had in the beginning had began to fade.

You could use someone right now, more than ever to help steady yourself. Your hand is smaller in his, but it's firm, strong as it hauls you to your feet. You look up at your fellow killer, lip tight as it trembles. Perhaps no words needed to be said or mentioned, no thanks having to be traded for him to know and for you to know. He understands you, at least a little better than he had before. Kazan brings you into a hug, gently pushing your head into his shoulder. It's entirely suffocating.

You feel as if there's a block in your throat, preventing you from being able to breathe as the wind catches in a painful lump. Your arms are slow and weak to wrap around his torso, slowly snaking as you cling to him. The blood on your body drips upwards, the droplets that fall off your preserved corpse fades before it even stains or touches him. The two of you are cold, which is the only other unpleasant thing about the exchange. It makes you miss your dad.

And your mom.

And your life, and your school, and the dreams you had for yourself.

Your future had been robbed, the years you could've lived happily having been stolen. Your anger boils again, rising in your chest as you snarled, a roar leaving you as you allowed yourself to cry freely. Kazan pets your hair, a strange twinge ripping through him. It was the same as when he found out about what happened to his descendant. After that, you'd began to seek him out as opposed to the other killers. You told him about the survivor that got you killed, and about how he you stop at nothing until they were dead and gone. As much as he could understand, he'd tell you about how it was important to get rid of the other survivors too.

Kazan became your mentor, served as a guiding force to try and keep you within the Entity's good graces, less you wished to end up in a worse state. While you started to perform better while under his wing, your hatred for your murderer never ceased or faded. The same could not be said about your own injuries. The damage that had been done had started to heal, something that the Oni pointed out while having you do a bit of training.

And quite proudly too.

[daddy-deathslinger]

Hey, I'm a big sucker for DBD imagines and posts and you're one of the top three I like.

Is it ok if I can have some imagines of Caleb, Kazan, and Trickster reacting to an s/o who LOUDLY curses in their native tongue (Like Caleb = Irish S/O, Kazan = Japenese S/O) and they let it out during a trial with them, shocking even the crows.

I rage around failing gens and evading, and I always cause a scene when I do 😅. You don't have to find any accurate swear words or curses, I like to see the build up to their reactions for it XD!

Hi there! I hope ya like what I came up with, I wanted to try and google some swears in these languages so if something's incorrect, blame google! xD

The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn reacting to his S/O cursing in Irish:

It’s a trial like any other for you. Repair generators, flee from the killer, yadda yadda.

The killer in this trial is Caleb, so you know he’s gonna go a bit easier on you, which is good because you feel distracted this trial.

It might be the map, you hate the creepy school of Silent Hill. Nothing ever seems to go right when you’re sent to this map.

To prove your point, you suddenly get very startled while sneaking up to a generator.

BANG! It’s a corpse, it just falls right out of a locker! Right in front of you, as you’re sneaking by!

You can’t help it, the words just come out.

“Nách mór an diabhal thú! Fucking manky piece of-”

“Y/N?”

The next second, you’re startled again, this time by none other than Caleb, sneaking up behind you.

“Caleb! What in the goddamn-”

Your curses are cut short when you see the confused look on Caleb’s face. 

He just stares at you, and you’re starting to wonder if he’s alright.

Then, he suddenly burst out into laughter.

He laughs and laughs, folding himself double where he stands, tears forming in his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up. This thing scared me, alright?” you hiss, but Caleb only continues laughing as he leaves the room.

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka reacting to his S/O cursing in Japanese:

You and Meg find each other in a trial. You decide to sneak up to a generator together, since you make a notoriously good engineer team.

The wet bamboo rustles beside you as you sit down at your silent generator, and as Meg keeps watch at first, you start working the cables.

This is easy. You know your way around generators, you’ve repaired hundreds of them by now.

Even though Kazan is the killer in this trial, you’re not nervous. He goes easy on you, and you’re not worried about Meg and her speedy legs.

Meg is still keeping watch just in case Kazan shows up, and you’re almost halfway on the generator. This is too easy, why-

BOOM!

A part of the generator explodes right in your face, and the next second all hell breaks loose.

“Kuso kurae! Motherfucker! This stupid piece of shit generator!”

You go on and on about where the generator can get lost and you don’t even notice Meg staring at you like she could kill you.

You do notice the heavy footsteps approaching, however. You go silent, just now noticing the echo from your angered voice.

Kazan looks at you, just staring from behind his mask.

Then, he grabs his sword and slowly saunters along, as if nothing had happened. You hear him mutter something to himself, then he’s gone.

The Trickster/Ji-Woon Hak reacting to his S/O cursing in Korean:

It’s just one of those days. Nothing goes right, and every possible thing fucks up.

You’re so tired of this trial, even if your Ji-Woon is the killer.

You wish this would just end already. You break every part in the generators, you can’t sneak or hide for shit apparently and on top of everything Quentin is just aimlessly staring at the wall whenever you come across him in the trial. He must be falling asleep again, stupid guy.

The cup finally spills over for you, when Ji-Woon finds you and decides to taunt you a bit.

He brandishes his knives, singing about how easy you are to catch and how useless your teammates are in this trial. It’s like a whole performance.

You sigh in anger and suddenly you shout: “Gae-sae-kki! Shut up, you idiot!”

Ji-Woon quiets down and stops in the middle of a tap dance, staring at you.

“Babe, I’m sorry, I love you”, you say. “Just, shut up! And you look stupid, dancing like that!”

A moment of silence, then Ji-Woon grins at you.

To your surprise, he leans over and kisses your cheek, then he giggles and starts walking towards Quentin, who’s now clearly asleep.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Well, this is inspired by that popular video game called Dead by Daylight, basically it's like you've seen a marathon of all kinds of supernatural and very scary serial killers from American franchise chains, and… Then you have a nightmare where you are with three other people running for your life trying to activate mechanisms to jump into a hatch and escape the killer, but… How sadly and comically not a nightmare, a spider-like hook-legged deity brought you to this hell come to life, because she felt bored.

Sorry, I just wandered into the real gist of the game… but that's it, you're in a group of four humans (prey) and you have to come up with a tactic to activate five generators and escape through a hatch or survive as long as possible. .. whichever comes first.

Well…..Imagining that Y/N was just hanging out in a small meadow next to her house with her adoptive family from RoR, it would be a real nightmare for the teenager to now be running from Ghostface or Kazan Yamaoka (The Oni). And suddenly stop her career and remember that in her family there are more dangerous characters and she's like:

-Y / N holding a traffic sign that found some blood from the subject that was chasing her, she gave the killer a good blow- Y/N: Well, you screwed yourself, idiot!! For me this is like a Saturday morning with Loki!

-And to see the faces of her family (who went to "rescue" her) while she proceeded to hunt the murderers in their territories within that strange dimension, while the other humans in the human camp only looked at the teenager from afar. and then to the recently arrived giant family-

Average Human: What do you feed that woman?

Bonus: *Y/N managed to break most assassins, new minions unlocked

I love this game, but I can’t play scary games, I’m too much of a weenie. But I do love watching other weenies play it! It makes it funnier when other people are getting scared and not me.

-It was just a normal, quiet day for you; enjoying the warm sunshine in a meadow nearby your house, getting away from the massive barbeque your massive adoptive family decided to have, just for a bit.

-You yawned deeply, leaning back on your hands as you stared up at the fluffy clouds drifting by that you could see through the tree tops.

-You heard something behind you and you quickly dodged as a man with a hockey mask tried to stab you in the neck, “What the fuck?!” you were able to roll out of the way and your eyes instantly widened, seeing a portal behind this masked man, opening into another dimension.

-You dodged more of his swipes as he tried to attack you, easily defending yourself before you managed to get a good shot in and punched him hard in the throat, sending this unknown man to the ground.

-Several teenagers ran out of the portal, looking roughed up and looking like they were being chased before you saw several more masked individuals, all varying in shapes and sizes and all holding various weapons.

-One of the girls told you to run as one of the largest ones, who had a pyramid shaped head, charged at you, holding a bloody stop sign.

-You quickly leg-swept him and took the stop sign, swinging it like a baseball bat with a war cry, taking him out before charging at one of the men who was wearing all black with a white ghost like face.

-One of the other villains shouted, “What the hell? Why are you so strong?!”

-You grit your teeth together before sneering at him, “Please, you pussies are nothing compared to the training sessions I have with Lu Bu, Thor, and Loki!”

-Your family, hearing the shouts, saw the group of teenagers as well as the masked villains with you in the middle of them before Adam shouted, “We’re coming Y/N!!”

-Your family could only stare in awe as you easily swung the stop sign around, decapitating one of the villains, Loki was holding his cheek with one hand and the other was taking a photo, “You’re doing great sweetie!”

-One of the teenager boys was gawking before pointing at you, looking up at Hercules, “What the hell do you feed her?!”

-Once they were all dead, Zeus told the teenagers to go back to their own dimension, thank you profusely for, while you were rather confused about why, as you were just defending yourself against these weirdos.

-You waved goodbye to them as the portal closed before you turned, “Is the grilled corn ready yet?” Buddha grinned, ruffling your hair, “They should be done by the time we get back!”

-You cheered, making many in your family laugh, while others ruffled your hair as well, proud to see you handling yourself in a fight, which made you beam.

[g0blintears]

Request Rules

Salutations my little night horrors! I am Captain, and I am here to introduce to all of you to my oneshot requests! Now before we go into the requests, I would like to address a couple of rules and notes:

♡ I only write reader inserts

♡ Please specify if you want a oneshot, headcanon, or an imagine

♡ Please be specific on which characters you want me to write for (I have a list at the bottom) and if you see a character is not on the list, please don’t take it personally. I most likely have the character not on the list because I don’t think I can do them justice ;-; that’s really it lol

♡ I do write NSFW but nothing too hardcore (check list below)

♡ Most of my stories the reader is gender neutral, however, I can still write for either a f!reader or m!reader. This also includes fxf pairings and mxm pairings. Also, if a character is canonically LGBTQ+ Then I’m writing them as so 

♡ All romantic plotted characters will always be 18+ 

♡ I mostly write in second person P.O.V (you/your) but sometimes I will do third person P.O.V (she/her/him/he/they/them/etc) however, I will not write in first person (I/me/my/etc) because that just isn’t my usual style lmao

♡ I do take plot requests, however, I may tweak it a bit depending on how specific you are with the details so if you want something specific, please, be specific 😭

♡ AU's are also accepted. So fantasy AU, Soulmate AU, modern day AU, etc are fine by me

♡ I will possibly take only 10 requests at a time, but I can't promise I'll write them all since I do have other stories I’m working on :’) Writing oneshots is honestly just more for practice and to satisfy any story idea I probably can’t turn into a full chapter book lmao 

♡ When it comes to my yandere stories, I want to be clear that I am extremely against the romanticization of toxic relationship and mental health. So please remember not to seek out these kind of relationships in real life or show some of these ‘yandere’ tendencies to your significant other. The stories I write are just that: stories. Fiction. These relationships are toxic and not healthy. If you do find yourself in these kind of relationships, please seek out a domestic abuse hotline near you

♡ I also don’t just write yandere stories. I am down for a normal healthy relationship and platonic friendships/found family and fluff

I Will Write

Yandere (stalking, pervy, obsessive, possessive, the whole sha-bang)

Pegging | femdom

BDSM: Knife play | wax play | bondage | marking (scratching, biting)

I Won’t Write

Watersports | vomit | scat

Pedophilia

Incest

Mental illnesses

Vore

Beastiality

Fandoms/Characters I Write For:

Games

₊˚⊹ Dead By Daylight

Killers: Trapper/Evan MacMillan | Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr. | Wraith/Philip Ojomo | Doctor/Herman Carter | Shape/Michael Myers | Huntress/Anna | Cannibal/Bubba Sawyer | Pig/Amanda Young | Legion/Susie,Julie,Frank,Joey | Plague/Adiris | Ghostface/Danny Johnson | Oni/Kazan Yamaoka | Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn | Executioner/Pyramid Head | Trickster/Ji-Woon Hak | Artist/Carmina Mora |

Survivors: Dwight Fairfield | Meg Thomas | Claudette Morel | David King | Jake Park | Feng Min | Nea Karlsson | Laurie Strode | Ace Visconti | Quentin Smith | Kate Denson | Adam Francis | Jeff Johansen | Jane Romero | Steve Harrington | Yui Kimura | Zarina Kassir | Felix Richter | Élodie Rakoto | Yun-Jin Lee | Jill Valentine | Leon Kennedy | Mikaela Reid | Yoichi Asakawa | Haddie Kaur | Vittorio Toscano | Thalita Lyra | Renato Lyra | Gabriel Soma | Sable Ward

₊˚⊹ Mortal Kombat

Kung Lao | Sub-Zero | Raiden | Liu Kang | Johnny Cage | Mileena | Reptile | Smoke | Kenshi | Scorpion |

Shows/Movies

₊˚⊹ Slashers

Scream: Ghostface [Stu, Billy] | Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Leatherface | Child’s Play [Charles Lee Ray] |

Animes

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Other

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With all of that said, I hope you enjoy my stories :)

[r3dkn0ts]

R3DKN0TS DBD KILLER MASTERLIST

Here I'll document all my headcanons, imagines, and fics that I'll write for the Dead By Daylight killers on this blog, sorted by character! Click the read more to see the masterlist in action! WARNING: THIS IS AN EXTREMELY LONG POST!

The Trapper / Evan MacMillan Headcanons - Badly flirting with The Trapper Imagines

The Wraith / Philip Ojomo Headcanons - Badly flirting with The Wraith Imagines

The Hillbilly / Max Thompson Jr. Headcanons - Badly flirting with The Hillbilly Imagines

The Shape / Michael Myers Headcanons Imagines

The Doctor / Herman Carter Headcanons Imagines

The Huntress / Anna Headcanons - The Huntress congratulating her killer S/O on their first 4K Imagines - Worshipping The Huntress ( 18+ )

The Cannibal / Bubba Sawyer Headcanons Imagines

The Spirit / Rin Yamaoka Headcanons Imagines

The Legion / Frank, Julie, Susie, and Joey ( NO NSFW WITH SUSIE ) Headcanons Imagines

The Plague / Adiris Headcanons Imagines

The Ghost Face / Danny Johnson Headcanons Imagines

The Oni / Kazan Yamaoka Headcanons Imagines

The Deathslinger / Caleb Quinn Headcanons - The Deathslinger with a boyfriend that has Chronic Fatigue Syndrome Imagines

The Executioner / Pyramid Head Headcanons Imagines

The Blight / Talbot Grimes Headcanons - The Blight with a boyfriend that has Chronic Fatigue Syndrome Imagines

The Trickster / Ji-Woon Hak Headcanons Imagines

The Nemesis / Nemesis T-Type Headcanons Imagines

The Artist / Carmina Mora Headcanons Imagines

The Dredge Headcanons Imagines

The Mastermind / Albert Wesker Headcanons Imagines

The Knight / Tarhos Kovács Headcanons - The Knight with a boyfriend that has Chronic Fatigue Syndrome - The Knight congratulating his killer S/O on their first 4K Imagines

The Skull Merchant / Adriana Imai Headcanons Imagines

The Singularity / HUX-A7-13 Headcanons - The Singularity congratulating his killer S/O on their first 4K Imagines

The Xenomorph Headcanons Imagines

The Good Guy / Chucky / Charles Lee Ray ( NO NSFW ) Headcanons Imagines

The Good Gal / Tiffany Valentine ( NO NSFW ) Headcanons Imagines

[rootsofdread]

I am absolutely IN LOVE with ur writing!! I would like to make a request pls?

In a match against the Oni Kazan sees his future S/O go for a gen in one of the buildings and despite not being in the real world they still show respect and take their shoes off before entering. And during chase they avoid running through buildings with their shoes on. What would his reaction be?

this was an interesting one!! i was looking forward to writing it :-)

Kazan Yamaoka / The Oni:

Kazan first notices your behavior when he’s out prowling for fakers, and sees a pair of shoes outside the doorway of the run-down shack. He’d never seen them there before, so he knew it meant something was different — he wasn’t sure what, but something was. He peered inside the shack to see what exactly, and saw you in your socks working on the generator.

He’s confused for only a moment before he pieces it together: you’re being respectful of the dwelling, and not making it any dirtier than it already is. Maybe nobody lived there, but it’s a space shared by all the killers. Not something he expected from a survivor. Even others who were taught the same as him, they don’t take the time out of their busy day to respect one’s home. Fakers, they are.

When you notice him and, of course, get scared; he actually stays still to allow you to put your shoes back on. He nods at you as you do, acknowledging your respect and letting you know that you’ve earned his. But he has a duty to perform: he starts after you the second your shoes are back on. His kanabo slams into the ground near your feet.

He’d half-expected you to run straight through the shack to get away from him quicker, he’s further surprised to see you veer left around the corner of the building, avoiding it entirely. He catches your gaze through the opposite doorway, and you can tell that he’s both surprised and almost…Happy?

[mundoperla]

Could I get some hcs for killers with a gn scene survivor?

I'd love it if you would add Frank from the legion, Ji-woon, and the oni cause they're my absolute faves!!:D

(and any other killers you'd like to add cause I I absolutely ♥️ your hcs!!)

wishing all my scene baddies a blessed day yall are so cute ilysm <3

i also know very little abt the subculture itself so bear with me <\3

𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘚𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦! 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘚/𝘖.

• dbd killer(s) x g/n reader

— killer(s) included;; Frank Morrison, Ji-Woon Hak, Kazan Yamaoka

‼️warnings;; none!

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖔𝖓

༻ He thinks both you and your style are adorable!

༻ The bright colors of your outfits and/or hair make the dullness of the realm much nicer.

༻ Frank will listen to your music and enjoy a few songs, he’ll even put you on some of his own favorite bands in return. Think of it as some sort of bonding experience.

༻ He’s always trying to spot you dueing trials since it wasn’t hard, not just because we wants to know where you are but to also get a glimpse of the outfits you put together pre-trial.

༻ Occasionally will steal an arm warmer or a bracelet of yours to keep to himself. Will he wear it? Absolutely not but he’ll keep it tucked under his jacket for saftey <3

༻ Joey saw him wear one of your invader zim bracelets and Frank nearly went into cardiac arrest when it was mentioned

𝕵𝖎-𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖆𝖐—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

༻ Unapologetically steals your accessories and wears them despite your protests.

༻ Ji-Woon is quite literally obsessed with you and will ask you back to back questions about your style and it’s music.

༻ Takes inspo from your favorite bands/songs for a potential album but he wont tell you that.

༻ If he’s not stealing something of yours he’s offering you something of his! Ji-Woon is decked in bright luminescent colors and he isn’t going to let them collect dust.

༻ He’s enabling you to pile as much as possible for the purpose of being as flamboyant as possible, y’all are gonna be twinning ALWAYS

༻ Speaking of twinning — he’s always asking to dress you or for you to dress him.

༻ As stated earlier, he is obsessed with your subculture and wants to be involved 1000%.

༻ “ IDC IF YOU’RE GONNA BE REPAIRING GENERATORS THE WHOLE TIME PUT THE MATCHING GIR HAT ON‼️‼️‼️ “

𝕶𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖓 𝖄𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖔𝖐𝖆—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖓𝖎

༻?????????? what

༻He doesn’t understand at all and he will not ask further questions.

༻ Yes he is very curious. No he will not vocalize anything, he’s too prideful to admit any type of confusion.

༻ The most you’ll get from Kazan is a slight turn of his head when he doesn’t understand your music. (be patient hes OLD)

༻Kazan wont pay attention to you but internally he finds you very very cute!

༻Yes your choices in fashion and music is very different from what he has seen and heard in his time, but it is also very pleasant to him.

༻ He wont vocalize this but he thinks you’re super cool wearing such bright colors. But what he adores the most is the way you do your hair.

༻ Dyed or not he loves the way you wear it, the additions of small clips here and there add to the aesthetic and he loves it.

[bubbasbubblebutt]

Caleb Quinn and Kazan Yamaoka should have the nastiest most vile and disgusting old man sex it would fix them I swear

[ethelsilvergray]

POV: DbD killers reaction on my new hairstyle

Author's note: I wrote this POV for myself, not gender neutral, mentions of female gender. I mention MY long purple and green hair. I also describing my own fantasies and I don't feel very positive about some of the characters. But if you want, you can use this pov and imagine yourself. I use "me/I'm" etc in it. Also please don't judge me English is not my native language

Today was a special day because Entity sent out hair dye to the survivors. There were only two colors and these were my colors, so I did not share them with others. No one began to argue with me, seeing how inspired I was. I asked my best friend dye my hair. At first they was insecure, doubting that they would do well, but seeing my compassionate look, they agreed.

So, the reaction of the killers to my new hair color:

- Ji-Woon Hak (The Trickster)

• He doesn't care. He already have a new hair color every trial

• He is too busy paying attention to Miroslav (My bestie <3)

I'm happy for them, so I don't care about his reaction.

- Bubba Sawyer (The Cannibal)

• Very excited with my new hair color

• It's unusual for him seen so bright hair

• He thinks I'm very beautiful

• Pulled my hair a couple of times to make sure it wasn't a wig

• He likes to pet them

• He makes me different hairstyles

- Michael Myers (The Shape)

• He likes it

• But he doesn't show it in any way, he is a stone

• He likes that the bright color makes me the easiest to track down

- The Ghost Face

• As well as Michael, he's glad that I can be easily tracked down

• Specially moried me so that he has a photo with my new hairstyle

- Evan MacMillan (The Trapper)

• Thinks I'm pretty

• Falls into his own traps because he thinks about how bright I am

• Carries me on his shoulder and does not want to hook me

• But still kills because it's his job

- Kazan Yamaoka (The Oni)

• Considers this unusual, since in his time this did not exist

• Compares me to Yōkai and I wonder if I should be offended or if this is a compliment?

• Strokes my hair

• Poetically says that I look like a flower

• Glad for such an update, because he can always see me ^^

• From the outside it may seem that he is an evil warrior who has nothing on his mind except rage and revenge, but in fact he has a subtle soul and he knows how to compliment.

- Freddy Krueger (The Nightmare)

• He likes it

• Thinks it's pretty teenage stuff, but he often acts like a teenager himself, so It's to his taste

• One of his favorite colors is green, so that's another reason why he likes it, but there is one problem

• Why not green/red? xd

• Chase me everywhere to say his terrible grandfather jokes and flirtations

• Wants to kiss me and then mori, how cute ❣️

- Anna (The Huntress)

• Doesn't know how she feels

• On the one hand she loves natural beauty

• But I'm so bright and it's also beautiful

• Thinks i look like a doll

• Calls me Malvina even though I don't have blue hair

- Jeffrey Hawk (The Clown)

• Said that I look like a clown

• I was offended and said that he looked like sh*t

• He said it was actually a compliment.

• I'm.. I feel sick

• He likes this color combination

- Herman Carter (The Doctor)

• At first he thought that I grew natural hair of this color

• Wants to open up my skull to find out what made me dye my hair

• In general, he doesn’t care what my hair color is and why, he just wants to open the skull

- Amanda Young (The Pig)

• Thinks that I'm cute and that it suits me

• Lesbian panic

• Stalking me

• Wants to bury her muzzle in my hair and sit like that, inhaling the pleasant smell of hair-dye

- Lisa Sherwood (The Hag)

• Also wants to dye her hair like this

• Teaming

- Rin Yamaoka (The Spirit)

• Thinks it's cool

• Jealous

• Angry and mori me because of envy

- Carmina Mora (The Artist)

• Thinks I'm a work of art

• Lesbian panic 2.0

• Wants to draw me

• Thinks that these colors go well together and suits me very well

[slasherkisss]

Can I request The Oni, Blight and Pyramid Head making the male reader have an prostate orgasam.

Kazan Yamaoka/The Oni

You buried your face into Kazan's chest, opening your mouth to take a bite of the flesh in a last moment effort to keep yourself from sobbing out his name as you had been numerous times earlier. The fleshy nip only made Kazan's growl more guttural. You could feel it travel up your spine as he gripped you tighter around the waist and drove his cock deeper into your ass. Every movement hit that perfect spot inside of you. It had you seeing stars and screaming beneath the hot flesh.

Tears welled in your eyes as the sensation of him stimulating you became overwhelming. One free hand rose to give a firm tug on your hair ,bending your face back and away from his chest so he could see your fucked out face. There was little warning after that sensation as you cried out, your dick throbbing hot between your legs as you came around a particularly hard thrust against your prostate.

Kazan watched your face as you came, a tongue jutting out to lick at his lips as he admired the cum that now spilled over your own stomach. A thumb reached down to stroke the mess on your skin before claws dragged themselves down your hips.

"I'm not finished with you yet."

Talbot Grimes/The Blight

The wood of the table scraped incessantly against your cheek as you buried your face into it. The jars of medical equipment and bowls of herbs shook violently with every thrust of Talbot's all-too-hot cock. His nails drove themselves into your shoulder blades, giving him better purchase to fuck you into the work table before him, the chittering groans and hollowed moans your signal of his own arousal.

"Hn, you're so deep," You moaned out loud, knowing his preference for hearing your whimpering words of praise, "So- So good - Fuck - Please I'm-!"

Your dick twitched at a particularly hard thrust, the pressure on your prostate making you see stars as he curled over you, caging you in his body. His warm breath fell on the back of your neck and his hips gyrated with precise movements against your own. The closeness of him was enough for your twitching cock to release the orgasm that you had been aware of building up. Your cum coated the table in front of you as you moaned out the killer's name with heady desperation.

Talbot did not stop his thrusting. If anything, your orgasm had spurred him on to go harder. His cock continued to hit that spot inside of you, making tears burst into your eyes as the stimulation began to become too much. A hand on your shoulder pressed you back down when you tried to protest, though, giving you no chance to speak as the punishing pace continued on and on and on some more...

He'd draw another out of you soon enough.

Pyramid Head

The metal of his head groaned loudly beneath your grip. You supported yourself entirely on the massive obstruction as his thick digits pulled themselves in and out of your ass with pressing movements. Two were already more than enough, as thick as a normal cock and just as long. Able to reach just as much inside of you as they hit that bundle of nerves just right, making you spasm and moan into the rusted head of your lover.

"Shit," You laughed through a breathy gasp, "If this- ha ah- is what you fingerssss are I -mmm - can't wait to feel your cock."

This seemed to stir him on more, pressing his fingers deeper, scissoring them more. He hit your prostated each time he pumped them in and out of you, and you felt yourself growing to orgasm as you rocked your hips back into his touch, mewling his name as you drooled down on his head. He groaned again, the sound vibrating off of the metal, and your head threw itself back as he curled his fingers just PERFECTLY inside of you.

Your cum splattered on the very tip of his metal head, his fingers pausing in their movements as you came down from you surprise high. You blushed as you leaned forward, kissing him before licking the mess you made up onto your tongue, swallowing it with an apologetic smile.

His fingers picked up again, and you knew that his cock would be replacing them soon.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

My Beloved Cherry Blossom ~ Yamaoka Kazan/The Oni x Fem!Reader

Note: Since Kazan lived in the feudal era, and died there, his S/O would be someone from that time, so, just like him, she'd be dead, so the shock of seeing the dead back alive would be great for him...Who also died in a painful death. Haha.

"My son, you reached the age when you have to marry and ensure the continuation of our bloodline. Since you haven't bothered looking for a potential wife, I took the liberty of finding you a pretty girl. She is the daughter of a respectable samurai who guards the Emperor, and her father ensured she is a very capable, smart and understanding woman, so she will be able to deal with your...Temper." Kazan's father sat down with his son, who scowled, offended at what he heard, but despite all this, he was well aware of this bother he had to deal with. "...Yes, father." he muttered, sharply looking down at the floor. "We will go to meet her tomorrow, at her home, an in less than a month, we will have the marriage. I know you are not the type to care about families and women...But you have to do anything in your power to ensure the honor and survivability of the Yamaoka bloodline." yes, of course, his father just had to sigh in disappointment. "I understand, father. I will make you proud." Kazan answered before leaving the room to train, as a way to let out the pent up rage.

Who needed women and a family? He certainly didn't care about that. They were a nuisance. A weakness, at best. Father is too much of a sentimental, even for a samurai. What a ridiculous charade...

And his displeasure continued even the next day, as he dressed in a rich, official kimono, to show off his heritage, but at the same time, his long hair was put in a disheveled ponytail, rebel strands flying with the wind, and the neck of his outfit was lowered down enough to show his outlaw-ish predisposition. Needless to say, his father was angered by this side of his son - Surely, he taught him better! - But it was far too late, and they had already arrived at the L/N estate.

Just outside the big, beautiful house, a petite young woman, her long dark hair shining like ebony, her skin as white as snow...She looked so frail that she'd almost resemble a snowdrop. And she was delicately playing a soft, yet sorrowful tune on her bamboo flute, while her father put a pink flower in her hair, looking at her with nostalgia and love.

Kazan look at his own father, before glancing back at the girl whom he found out was named Y/N, and realised how big of a difference it was to was a son, compared to having a daughter. The difference in the two men's behaviour was huge.

He once heard a samurai, whose wife had just given birth to his daughter, "Treat your daughter the way you wish her husband would treat her." He didn't care at first, obviously - Kazan's mind was never on marriage - But now he was beginning to understand the meaning of his words, for they were wiser than anticipated.

Her father was tender, and treating her as if she was the soft petal of a cherry blossom, and his voice was low, loving and respectful, not wanting to startle her in any way...He was talking as if he was trying to keep the zen equilibirum intact at all costs.

The love between a man and a woman is supposed to be like Yin and Yang...

But how could Kazan possibly behave in such a way, when all he knew was to be a rageful brute who would destroy everything in his path in the loudest, brashest way possible?

"Ah, Yamaoka-san, you have arrived. And you brought your son with you. It's an honour finally meeting you, Kazan. Here, this is my daughter, Y/N. Y/N, dear, why don't you go prepare some osmanthus tea for our tired travelers, while I guide them to our table in the cherry blossom garden?" her father pat her hair, and in return, she bowed slightly at the guests, offering them a gentle smile, that would put all of Spring's flowers to shame. "Yes, right away, father. I hope you will like our flower garden. Papa had them all planted in honour of my mama. They are all her favourite kinds and colours." ah, yes, of course. Women have a special kind of bond with their mother - That was something he would never be able to fully comprehend, Kazan realised very easily, by the way the girl was close to shining as soon as she talked about her birth-giver.

The son of the Yamaoka family obvious saw women before - He wasn't an idiot - And he had enough experience with them...But there was something different about this one. She was...So...Innocent? She seemed to naive and not from this world, almost as if she had no idea of the terrors of the world outside of her residence.

It was such an endearing thing, almost exciting - But the young samurai wasn't sure if he wanted to protect this innocent ignorance at all costs...Or if he wanted to shatter it into pieces and taint it completely.

But that question was easily answered as soon as she came back and started pouring tea for him. And then later in their marriage, the way she behaved so gently with him, it was so weird, so foreign to him, and yet, it made him feel something else...Something completely different from the bubbling, infernal rage he could feel in his chest all the time.

It was soothing, mending his soul completely, for some reason that he couldn't comprehend at all.

But why should he, anyway? He was content just having her by his side whenever he was home. Only she was able of taming the storm that clouded his mind and soul.

His little cherry blossom.

And only the Gods knew how many men he had to kill to make sure she isn't harmed, or prayed upon. He never realised how many desperate, disgusting, dishonorable and lecherous men could be, but Kazan wasn't going to let her see anything other than the honour of a samurai - Like him, his father, and her own father.

However, not even her gentle soul would be able to contain his rage whenever he'd hear that dreadful, shameful nickname they would call him.

"Oni-Yamaoka"

Why was he an Ogre, all of a sudden? Because he brought justice upon the fakes who made a mockery of the code of the samurai? Because he wanted to protect the sole person he cared for in this life? Even his father was against the aggressiveness he displayed on the battlefield, and in the actions he took...It almost felt like even his father was agreeing with that stupid nickname!

"Here, Kazan, lay your head on my lap and forget about your worries, at least for tonight." Y/N pat her lap with a sweet smile, her eyes gleaming with love and benevolence as she reached out her other hand to reach out to him, and as if possessed, he followed her lead absent-mindedly. "Y/N." Kazan called out after a few minutes of having his eyes closed, feeling himself relaxing as her fingers were soothingly playing with his long, untameable hair. "Why do you always tell me to lay on your lap, whenever I'm angry?" "Do you not like it, darling?" she asked, but the passive smile on her face showed that she knew that wasn't the case at all. "I do. I was just wondering why." he grumbled in a lower voice, which made her muse, her smile shaping into an almost kitten-like one. "My mama always did that to papa. She said that the best place for a man to relax is on a girl's thighs. I don't think she was wrong." oh, what a sweet giggle she had. It sounded crystalline, like a river of diamonds going through the forest. "...I won't comment on that." the man closed his eyes, not wanting to give in to the flushed sensation he felt hearing something so embarrassing. "You do not have to be embarrassed, my dear. We are man and wife. There is nothing we could do or say that would be worth or deemed as embarrassing." she reassured him with an amused tone, as her small hand touched his bare chest, just where his heart would be. "Why are you not afraid of me, like the rest of them? You are nothing more than a frail woman. You have the eyes of a baby fawn, and the frail bones of a rabbit. You are nothing more than a flower in comparison to me. I could snap your neck like a twig if I'm not careful touching you. And yet, you allow yourself to be vulnerable around me, and while at it, you encourage me to be the same as well. I will never understand the complexity of women and their thinking." the samurai sighed, grumbling in faux annoyance. "My, my, was that what was on your mind? How lovely of you to be concerned about me. Well, I will tell you a little secret, since you are so curious, but make sure it stays between the two of us, alright?" she giggle softly, almost like a little child kissing her crush on the cheek, and it made Kazan's heart flutter. Was she truly trusting him with a secret? What did he do so worthy to her that she deemed him the perfect candidate as a secret-keeper? "I would not dare tell your secret even to the Emperor himself, or my father." came the samurai's vow with such seriousness, that made the girl grin. "You see, women aren't physically strong like men are, but what we lack physical prowess, we make up for our incredible emotional strength. So, I believe that, at least in these times of war and bloodshed, a man's role is to protect the physical body of the woman, while the woman's role is to protect her man's heart and soul. Without balance, there is no future and no happiness, wouldn't you agree? If we don't make the best out of this life, and look at the beauty of the world...Then have we even lived at all?" there was wisdom in the words that Kazan deemed rather naive, and yet...What she said wasn't wrong, per se. In fact, it was true. He was well aware that, with his body, the best he could do was protect her, but he would never be able to sooth her broken heart the same way she does to him...And likewise, he remembered the mirthful laugh he let out when she tried lifting his weapon from the ground.

However, he wasn't going to say anything out loud, and decided that, instead of voicing his opinions, he'd rather grunt and close his eyes, letting sleep take over him, his head still resting on her soft thighs.

Maybe having a wife wasn't as bad as he once thought...

But times change fast - Years pass, lives pass, the river passes...And yet, only one thing doesn't pass, and that is Yamaoka Kazan's rage, which only grew stronger and stronger with each day, and each time he heard himself getting called "The Oni".

He was desperately angry, and not even Y/N's loving touch or sweet voice could save his soul, so much, that in fear of accidentally hurting her, he decided to stay out and train or go on and kill more and more samurai impersonators, hoping to somehow release all his anger and be able to return home.

He knew Y/N would be worrying for him, but she needn't do such a thing, it would only hurt her heart, and that was the last thing he wanted. He was strong, and feared - Who would dare go against Yamaoka Kazan, anyway?

The days away from home multiplied, and he was away for a stupefying month...Y/N must be crying, worried sick. He wasn't afraid of anything physical in this world, yet the thought of her doe eyes shedding tears...It was something he was terrified of, especially if he was the cause of that.

But on the way home, he found a pink lotus flower, and he thought she would love it, so he gently took it with him back home. It was raining, and an ominous feeling crept into Kazan's heart, and he realised there seemed to be an almost dark aura around his home.

It wasn't yet sleeping time, so why were there no candles lit? There was no sign of any living being there? Where were the servants? Where was his beloved Y/N, waiting for him on the porch, playing the flute the way she always did?

Something was not right...

The man rushed inside the house, and as soon as he slammed open the sliding door, he was met with nothing that he expected - Pools of blood on the floor, while the otherwise neutral-coloured walls were splattered with the red liquid, and the corpses of the servants were brutally mangled and thrown around as if they were defect ragdolls.

It wasn't the horrifying sight that scared him, but the fate of his wife - So he made haste and ran to their shared room...And there she was.

In more pieces than she should be in.

Her hair was a mess, her kimono was a mess, her make up was a mess...And she had been tortured, from the way her wounds, slashes and cuts looked on her body.

Who...? Who could do something so...So...Disgusting...To a defenseless woman who had no means of fighting back? Where was the honour in defeating a weak civilian, such as her? What was the purpose of this massacre?! Was it to anger him? To bring out the Ogre from him? Is it what they all wanted? To see The Oni they feared and hated so much? They got revenge on a small woman, just to get to him?!

"Ah, Kazan, finally. Took you quite a while to return home...I thought her body would rot away and get swarmed with maggots by the time you'd return. And what's that in your hand? A flower? Did you want to apologise to her with a stupid flower? You have caused my daughter immense distress, and yet, she loved you to the very end. You should have seen her cry out your name, praying for you to come back home and save her...But, alas, the Ogre is never home! He is so busy killing, that he didn't realise he killed his own wife! Hahaha! Yamaoka Kazan, you are a pathetic excuse of a man, you could never come close to her strength! I tried everything to get her to tell me your secrets...But she didn't say a word. She ignored me. In the end, she came to hate me, her own father, who cared and loved her since she was born...And she loved you, some spineless monster who knows nothing but carnage!" what...? What was this man saying...? Is he truly implying that he tortured his own daughter to death, for...Information...On him...? "What...Did you do...?!" red was the only thing he could see, as he couldn't help but stare deep into her dead eyes that still held the fright and agony they last felt when she was still alive. "I KILLED HER! I KILLED MY OWN DAUGHTER, Y/N! This whole marriage was meant to bring down your stupid family of brutes and uncontrollable monsters! It was meant to kill YOU! But she was stupid! Nothing more than a sentimental woman! She LOVED you, a monster who knows only bloodlust! It's YOUR fault that she is dead, Kazan! YOU killed her! YOU!" her father yelled at him only meaningless gibberish.

In fact, Kazan couldn't comprehend words anymore. Instead, he could only hear whispers - They were soft and feminine...They sounded like Y/N...Could her ghost be talking to him? Was she trying to calm him down one more time, from beyond this world?

Yes, you were a saint, truly...It was a pity you had to meet him...If you hadn't, you'd have still been alive...And your beautiful flute song would still resound around the forest, along with the thrill of the birds.

"I am sorry, Y/N" was the last thing Kazan thought...

As The Oni took over completely, and went on the greatest blood shed known to mankind at that time...

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What am I doing here...? What is this strange place...? It looks nothing like the beautiful flower garden Kazan made for me...So where am I?

The girl looked around like a confused meerkat, asking herself a limitless amount of questions, only to look down and realise her beautiful pink kimono was dirty with mud, and she gasped in shock. How could she let that happen! She can't let Kazan see her like this, what would he think?!

Ah, yes, that's it, just look around for Kazan, he'll surely know what's going on!

However, instead of finding her strong samurai, she saw three other people, all looking of a different race than her, and wearing such strange clothes...

Was she behind fashion, and she had no idea? She was sure she was buying only the best kimonos there were...!

"What are you just standing around for?! Run! We have to repair the generators!" a girl with unnatural coloured hair yelled at her before she sprinted the hell out of there.

Generators...? What are...Generators...? And why is this place so creepy...?

Hold up...This paper wall maze...This was from her home! Yes, that means she was close to home!

She ran through the little maze with a smile on her face, only to see one of the man working very focused on some kind of contraption, and he urged her to help him out. She sheepishly crouched opposite of him, frightened, but she carefully tried to do something, but instead, a loud noise and sparks came out, and she shrieked in fear, shielding her face as she fell on her back.

"What kind of sorcery is this?!" she cried out, her eyes watering. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you want to die that badly?! Get a grip and do something useful for once!" the man screamed in her face, before running the hell out of there.

Why were they all so rude to her...?

She was so used to her family, her servants, friends and Kazan to be nice with her, that she didn't realise people like these existed too.

A bit shaky, Y/N got up, trying to pat away the dust from her dirty kimono, and continued to look the estate...Only to find her home...But why was it in such a deplorable state...? Surely, she wouldn't allow her beloved home to end up like this...!

As Y/N made her way inside the home, she noticed the scary amount of blood splattered all over the place...Almost as if there was more red than colours of walls an the floor. It was so frightening...And confusing.

Who died here? And how in the world...I mean...She was sleeping, and then...

Oh.

Oh.

No.

She wasn't sleeping...

As soon as she stepped into her room, she didn't notice the blood on the floor, but the discarded pink lotus that laid on her pillow. As she crouched to take the flower in her room, she got a sudden flashback of her memories from the night she died...

She waited for Kazan, and the elderly servant woman was comforting her, pouring her tea and patting her back, as she played the same flute song she did when she first met beloved.

But then, her father paid her a visit...And a true hell was unleashed...

Her own father did something so atrocious...Such a betrayal was nothing she could ever phantom in her own life, and yet, her life was ended not by a stranger, but by her own kin.

As silent tears escaped her eyes and streamed down her delicate cheeks, a loud roar shook the whole estate, and the brusque blurting in the room of a huge man was enough to fright her to fall on the ground with a startled yelp.

And yet...

The raised weapon, the samurai garments he wore...And that Oni mask... There was only one person in the world who could look like this.

"Kazan...?" her voice came out weaker than a whisper, and she wasn't sure if he even heard her calling out his name. For a split second, she was terrified of the thought of that horribly enormous weapon striking her down where she stood, in her own bed, for the second time...And yet...

The monstrously big man dropped his weapon and slowly crouched in front of her, picking up the flower and putting it in her hair, pinning it away from her gorgeous face.

"Y/N...It really is you..." his voice came out as a dark grunt, in fact, in very much sounded like a demon, and yet, his moves and actions seemed more delicate than even this lotus flower.

The girl started laughing from happiness, allowing more tears to escape her eyes, being reunited with the love of her life, and she threw herself in her arms, feeling safer than she ever did in her life.

"I missed you so much, my dear Kazan...I missed you so...I can't believe such things happened to us...And yet, here we are, together again, even in death, even in hell." as she said that, she slowly took away his mask, and revealing his rugged face, obviously one of a man seasoned in war and tortured to death - She put her hand on his cheek, just as he used to do with her, and caressing him, she leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead.

It was meant not only as a lucky charm, but as a 'home sweet home' as well, for there was no home without Kazan's arms wrapped around her protectively...

And there was no home without the petite body of his beloved S/O in his strong embrace, watching her fall asleep.

"I promise you never leave you again, my beloved cherry blossom." he said so, and yet, having been in this Hell longer than her, he knew of the atrocities she, as a Survivor, would have to endure, and the hell the Entity would put on the both of them.

And yet...

If anyone even dares to look at her the wrong way, The Oni would make sure that, no matter how immortal the Killer might be, he would bring an end to them.

He already lost her once, and he's not going to let a tragedy befall her ever again.

[miss-mori]

can we get some oni going feral for the reader? like he chases her/them all over the map and can't seem to catch her/them until the frustration turns into sexual tension 👀👀

This ended up fairly long, but I really enjoyed writing it. It’s definitely very vague sexual tension but hopefully, it still counts haha. Enjoy!!

The Oni x reader - Chase/Sexual Tension

You were working on your team’s second generator and you were painfully alone. You were fortunate enough to not have encountered the killer yet, but judging from the sounds of those rage-filled roars you heard in the distance it was The Oni. He had only started appearing recently in trials and he had become somewhat of a point of fixation for you. The mystery surrounding him fascinated you. You’ve only encountered him in a trial once before this and you were lucky enough to be able to escape that first trial without ever having to come face to face with him, wanting to err on the side of caution to give yourself time to understand how he works before making any bold moves.

You were elbow deep in the generator in front of you when you heard the sound of running footsteps headed your way. You peeked over the top of the generator to see Dwight rounding the corner and heading your way, seeming intent to run right past you. The pounding footfalls from The Oni following behind him, still out of sight, acted as your cue to look for better cover. You crept over to a small portion of wall that happened to be close behind the generator you were working on and ducked behind it. The Oni’s footsteps got closer and closer before stopping just a little ways from you. Curiosity got the better of you as you moved to be able to get a glimpse of him through the wall’s vault window. He seemed to have lost track of Dwight. Now he was scanning the area, peering around corners to see if he could find anyone, huffing in frustration as he did so.

As you watched him from your seemingly safe hiding spot as he trudged around, looking for you and your fellow survivors, you couldn’t help but take notice of the day his muscles tensed and bulged as he moved with purpose. He’s so powerful.. and you still had so many questions about him. You wondered what he might look like under that mask. You allowed your mind to wander for just a moment, how did he get here, what would happen if you managed to have a conversation with him, what might his speaking voice sound like- He was looking at you. Oh, god, he was looking right at you!

It only took you a fraction of a second to snap back to reality and react, looping around the adjacent wall and running into the distance in search of a new source of cover. It almost seemed like The Oni hesitated for just a moment longer before giving chase, but you didn’t have time to even begin to think about that now.

The chase seemed to last an eternity, and you hadn’t felt this intimidated by a killer in quite some time. Though at the same time it was.. invigorating in a whole new way. There were several very near misses, but at this point, you were used to near misses. He seemed to still be getting fully used to the concept of trials and you used your experience to your advantage, ducking through passages and vaulting though windows at the last possible second, hearing his rage-filled roars become louder with each missed attack. You finally managed to actually get away when you dropped a pallet on him, sending him into a full-on fit. In an exciting surge of adrenaline, you zip around a corner and quietly slip into the first locker you set eyes on.

Soon you hear The Oni stomp right past your hiding spot and you slip back out of the locker and begin cautiously looking for another generator. In the time that you were being chased your teammates had managed to finish two more generators. Upon finding a partially repaired generator you stopped to catch your breath and collect your thoughts for a moment. Had The Oni really hesitated before first running after you? There’s no way, you were just imagining things, you tell yourself. You found yourself lost in thought once again as your crouched by the generator, hands still idle. You were only brought back to your present situation by the sound of one of your injured friends crashing past you. You stood up and spun around only to come face to face with the Oni once again, but this time you had no escape route, you were stuck in a corner with your generator and your killer blocking your path.

The world seemed to stand still. There he stood, Kanabo propped on his shoulder, just staring at you. His chest heaved with each raspy breath, he was so close to you that you could faintly feel his breath on your face. You were frozen, staring back at him. Terrified, and excited as all hell. You opened your mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the words to do so. Just as soon as it seemed like you had there came a shout from behind The Oni. It was David, holding his side and drenched in blood.

“Hey, Ugly!!” David jeered, “Bored of me already?”

The Oni glanced over his shoulder for a moment before turning back towards you. He slowly began to raise his free hand towards you. You had no idea how to react, everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, your brain was telling you a million different things at once, and then-

Thunk!

David had hurled a rock at the back of The Oni’s head and hit it dead on. The Oni wheeled around, roaring in rage, and immediately began running after David. You were left there, alone again, desperately trying to make sense of what just happened.