#my dbd gif making has only just started

[fear0phobia]

Edwin Payne and Charles Rowland - The Case of Crystal Palace (1x01)

[nothomegal]

"Nothing, just (Y/N)"

(Pyramid Head(s) x GN! Reader NSFW)

Minors do NOT interact!

Summary: wondering through abandoned semi-ruined places is great to hide and get lost, and in your case the latest happened. But don't worry! Because you were lucky enough to bump into your lover... Or not. Whoever, or whatever this is, it really looks like your monster, yet it's different at the same time... Huh, I wonder what will happen when these two do meet face to face... Huh, I wonder what verdict awaits you.

Warnings: non-con touches at first, brief mentions of nipple play, oral (Pyra receiving), references to double penetrations (but you can interpretate it differently since the reader is gender neutral).

Word Count: 3.9k

This idea popped up after I remembered that Pyramid Head has two different designs (one that appears in DBD and Silent Hill 2, and the other one from the movie and Silent Hill Homecoming, y'know where he has a more pointy helmet and exposed torso)

I usually describe the DBD/original version (though my dummy self been using gifs with the other design hashsha). But still, why don't we present our lil' (Y/N) the other one? 🤭

They’re lost. (Y/N) let out a long tired sigh as they keep walking through the long dark hallway of what appears to be a school.

They begin to regret their decision of going deeper, it probably would’ve been smarter to just chill in one of the classes until the ‘newcomers’ leave the area, buut… Uh, last time they hid in a room they ended up kidnapped by the group they tried to avoid so yeah… Not really a fan to repeat that experience.

The school was dead silent most of the time, apart from the sound of their footsteps or the occasional shuffle or hiss from a Creeper. For anyone new, this would be an unnerving place, but for (Y/N)? Oh they’re chilling with the peace n’ quiet around them. Sure, silence is not always associated with safety and there is always the possibility of something lurking in the dark and waiting for the perfect moment to attack. But in (Y/N)’s case it’s not possible, no creature is dumb enough to even get close to them, not to mention hurting. They can’t help but to chuckle to themselves, they’ve been in this place for quite a while, probably months, maybe even a year! Or two? And no matter how much time passed or will pass, they still can’t believe the fact that one of the most fearsome creatures of Silent Hill took them under his wing, keeping them safe and making them feel something more than just a piece of flesh to use or kill.

Sigh, they probably have the dumbest lovesick face they’ve ever made, like some teenager thinking about his crush, but can you really blame them? Who the hell wouldn’t get all giddy with a creature like Pyra? And speaking of him, they probably should find an exit faster before he gets tired of looking for them and just tanks his way through the building-.

Or maybe not, because the sound of metal scraping the old tiled floor of the school and the erratic heavy footsteps resonated from one of the hallways. Huh, each day they start to believe that they somehow summon Pyra just by thinking about him for long enough.

With a little smile (Y/N) makes their way towards the sounds, happy to have their lover back with them after him completing his hunt and punishment.

–”Hey big guy! Sorry for the trouble of having to look for me in here. Just wanted to avoid the incident from the last ti- ”–

(Y/N)’s voice died and they froze in place when they met the source of the sound. Yes, it was the known pyramid headed beast, but… It wasn’t their pyramid headed beast, it wasn’t Pyra.

The monster in front of them was different; his vest, which appeared to be stitched,  was only covering everything below the waist, leaving the torso completely exposed. The helmet was different too, it was more… Pointy? The edges were sharper and the shape was more triangular and detailed with additional metallic pieces.

This other beast and (Y/N) remain completely still, staring at each other in heavy silence, the monster’s metallic breathing being the only audible thing. (Y/N) gulps nervously, both confused and afraid. What the… Who is this creature?! Why does it look almost like Pyra?! Is this another executioner? Wasn’t Pyra the only one? Are there more monsters like him? Then why did they never see it before?!

Their internal freak out paused then the other beast let out the familiar low metallic rumbling, which wasn’t as low and deep as the one Pyra emitted, but that fact didn’t make the sound any less intimidating, especially when the monster seemed to grip the handle of his large knife tighter.

–”W-Wrong executioner, m-my bad!”– you peep out before taking off running.

They sprint down the hallway, their adrenaline skyrocketing when they hear the known bulky footsteps and scraping noises behind them. They haven’t felt this much terror since being chased by Pyra himself. Sure the group of shady men was scary too but their demise was inevitable. In the case with Pyra… Well, if the executioner chooses you as his target, there is no chance to escape your fate, only delay it.

But- But this time it will be different, right? Their Pyra is still somewhere around, right? It’s unclear what they're hoping for, or what they want to happen when both beasts face each other. All (Y/N) knows is that the true safety has always been in Pyra’s arms, and they have no other option but to go there if they want to have the slimmest chance to survive this chase.

Despite trying to find the exit, it feel like they only get themselves deeper into the building, all hallways and rooms appear to get darker and more rotten, it's like they're decending deeper into hell, closer to their demise, further from their salvation...

But the light of hope was recandled when while turning a corner (Y/N) bumped face first into a firm and broad torso, which didn't even budge at the impact while they already had landed on the floor right on their butt. They rub their nose after the impact and shoot their gaze up, their heart almost jumping through their rib cage after recognizing the known pyramidal shape of the creature’s head, thinking that the beast chasing after them somehow outsmarted their panicked brain. But when the creature kneeled down they instantly relaxed as relief flushed through them, despite the monster’s large form menacingly towering over them and engulfing their smaller frame with its shadow.

–”Pyra!”– you exclaim both happy and relieved as you scramble right into his arms.

The monster instantly wrapped his large arms around (Y/N), his own body tensing up, as if feeling the distress of his human and knowing they’ve been chased by something, fact that clearly angered him. When the sounds of metal scraping the floor and slow heavy footsteps began to resonate from afar, (Y/N) tensed up even more.

–”Th-There it comes… It- That thing, it looks like you!”– you warn him as you grip his vest tighter.

Pyra remains still for a moment as the noises get closer. After a while, he slowly stands up to his full height, lifting (Y/N) with him and putting them back to their feet to then gently push them behind him. The mentioned person carefully peeks from behind his large form, both afraid but also curious to see if it’s really another creature like Pyra and it actually exists or they just officially went coconuts and somehow imagined it all. Their doubts were dissolved once the other creature appeared from around the corner, his pace slow and unhurried. The monster froze in place as he stared at them, Pyra froze too and stared back. The atmosphere suddenly turned… Weird, not tense and heavy as one would expect, just odd and bizarre.

Still, (Y/N) didn’t feel at ease at all. There is a reason humans fear the unknown, and that’s the main factor that keeps the mentioned person on high alert. They have absolutely no idea of what to expect to happen next, are these two about to fight? Will the other creature turn around and leave? Will it somehow change Pyra’s mind and he will kill them? Are they in danger? Should they run? Wait? Pray?

A breathless gasp escaped their lips when the other creature began to move, slowly making his way towards them two. What freaked and confused (Y/N) even more is the fact that Pyra doesn’t seem bothered by it at all, he remains still in his place with absolutely no intent to stop the other monster.

When the second beast got way too close for their liking, and Pyra was still doing nothing about it, (Y/N) let out a shaky breath out and stepped away from their lover to then begin to back away on their own.

–”No. N-No stop, that’s-...”– you swallow nervously as you shoot a pleading glance to your beast. –”Pyra…”–

But he doesn’t react to their pleas, he doesn’t even look at them… And when the other beast was right next to him is when he finally does move, slowly turning around, and just like the other executioner, he begins to slowly walk towards (Y/N) in the same menacing manner, not like they’re his lover, but another victim to punish…

This scene broke (Y/N)’s heart into numerous tiny pieces, is… Is that it? Is Pyra really going to just… Kill them here and now? After all this time they’ve been together he… He’s just going to throw all that away like it’s nothing? Like they are nothing?... Silly them, of course he will, he’s Pyramid Head, the executioner, an immortal and eternal being created to punish and kill. Who are they to him?... They are nothing, just a little meaningless human… Just (Y/N).

The moment their back collides with a wall, their survival instincts kick in. Even though deep down they knew that their fate is practically written on their forehead, their mind was focused on the most primal desire that a human can have in case of facing danger; run away.

And so they do, they obey their instincts. When they notice an opening between the other monster’s large body and a wall to squeeze through, they bold forward with no care in the world and miraculously dodging his arm that attempted to grab and stop them from escaping. They let out a breathless chuckle out of shock that they actually managed to dodge that by ducking, such a silly maneuver actually wor-.

Suddenly something gets a hold of the back of their shirt and yoinks them back, right against Pyra himself. He holds them tightly against his chest, one arm being more than enough to keep the panicked human in place despite all the desperate struggles to break free. (Y/N) is beyond terrified now, they feel Pyra’s arm tighten around them while the other one gets so close that he ends up pressing his body against their front. Now being basically sandwiched and completely immobile, (Y/N) is feeling like passing out at any second. In any other occasion they’d be so flustered and aroused by this, but now? Oh their poor mind is being flooded with terrible images of how the two executioners will end them, the newer thought worse than the previous one. They’re shivering like crazy, eyes shut tightly, waiting for the wave of pain to come as the monsters will begin to skin them alive…

But after nothing happening for a solid minute, (Y/N) gathers enough courage to finally open their eyes and see what’s going on and why these two beasts are not doing anything. The instant they peek up, the two monsters let out that famous amused rumble, which due to the closeness, made (Y/N)’s whole body vibrate, super weird (and kinda pleasant) feeling.

(Y/N) was about to yell in anger, thinking that these two are seeing their fear and pain of the betrayal as something funny, but such chance was lost the moment they began to feel big hands roam around their body, caressing and feeling every curve through their clothes. The gesture wasn’t aggressive or mocking, but affectionate and loving, just like Pyra’s actions towards them on a daily basis.

Now (Y/N) is confused and quite dumbfounded. Didn’t these two have the intention to murder them? Why is this other monster suddenly so docile? Are they truly safe? Wha-

A shiver ran through their body when the executioner in front of them managed to slip his hand under their shirt, tracing the rough yet warm skin of his bare palm through the softer skin of their abdomen and chest. They let out a surprised squeak when the hand reached higher and brushed against their nipple, the contact causing (Y/N)'s body to shiver, and it only got worse when the beast began to rub it as it let out an amused purr. Another whimper escaped their mouth when Pyra’s hand made its way through their inner thigh, squeezing and rubbing their flesh gently until it stopped right between their legs, his movements getting progressively bolder and suggestive with each little sound that left that pretty mouth of theirs. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as they realized what the two monsters are trying to initiate.

–”Wa-Wait no-! I- I’m- I’m n-not ready for th-this!”– you stammer nervously as you try to clumsily wiggle out their grasp, face already red and flustered. –”You- You two s-sto-!”–

They have no chance to even finish the sentence as something warm and wet suddenly entered their mouth, making contact with their own tongue, which suddenly turned the action into some very sloppy kiss. Their struggles also lead to nothing, both monsters only squeezed them tighter against each other, reducing (Y/N)’s mobility even more. This continues for a couple of seconds, until the "kiss" finally stops and (Y/N) is finally allowed to breathe again, their mouth completely wetted with their and Pyra’s saliva. As they pant like a dog, trying to recatch their breath, they feel Pyra’s hand travel up to their face and wrap his hand around their face, rubbing their cheek lovingly as his tongue playfully wiggles in front of them.

(Y/N) suddenly gasps shakily as they feel something hard being pressed against their front and back, and by the way both monsters growled, they knew exactly what it was and what’s about to happen.

They shouldn't want this, they should try to get away and put a stop to this, they really should… But it’s hard, it’s hard to think straight when their mind has been poisoned with their own arousal and lust. Their logic side is saying no, but their whole body and most of their mind is screaming yes.

As if reading their mind, both monsters made a pleased sound and the next thing they know is that their body was swung over Pyra’s shoulder and taken somewhere... But it didn’t mean they wouldn’t get completely blown up in a moment, and Pyra’s big hand squeezing their ass and thighs is a reminder of that. They’re then brought into one of the classrooms of the school and their body is placed on one of the tables, just like the little delicious treat they were.

From their spot, (Y/N) stares at the two beasts with half lidded eyes and lovesick gaze. It’s like being under some sort of spell whenever things get heated between them and Pyra, and now that there are two of them? Oh, it’s like being hypnotized to act like a slave of their own lustful desires.

The two monsters were kind enough to actually undress (Y/N) (instead of destroying their clothes). And now, fully exposed and being in all fours, they silently observes as both executioners position themselves. The other beast is right behind them, one hand placed on their hips and the other one pulling down his vest, revealing an already fully erect and hard cock, tip brushing along their skin, making them shiver in anticipation. Pyra was right in front of them, vest fully opened and pants pulled down too, his cock just as erect and needy for his sweet lover, one gloved hand placed under their chin as his thumb rubs their cheek and lips lovingly, as if saying “you’ll do such a good job drear”.

The calm lasts for a couple more seconds… And then the whole world goes down without a warning. The beast from behind slams his whole length almost and ones, barely giving (Y/N) time to adjust to his size. Pyra also nearly choked them when he pushed the tip and part of his cock into (Y/N)’s mouth, but he was kind enough to wipe their tears of pain and pleasure.

This was both a torture and a treasure, the roughness and feral neediness of these monsters made (Y/N) feel a certain type of way. The knowledge that two powerful beings craved for them, THEM, so so badly made them feel both very special and flustered, just what did the executioner see in them to make him want their body and soul so much? Crave for them both sexually and emotionally, want nothing but to be close to them and keep them to himself, not just like a trophy or a pet, but as something worth to worship.

And they did, they really felt oddly worshiped despite being absolutelly destroyed by them. Feeling the one from behind dig his fingers into their flesh as he pushes into them, trying to bring them closer to his own body with each thrust and the distorted rumbles and groans he makes when the contact between their skins is missing, even for a brief second, only proves how much he wants them close. Pyra was too showing the effect they had on him, saliva actively dripping from that little hole in his helmet where the tongue would come out, hand placed in the back of (Y/N)’s head as he fucks their mouth and throat, and the fact that he’s not thrusting with more force also proves the care he has for them. They both could be rougher, they both could be more selfish, they know they totally could destroy them if they really wanted to… But they actively chose not to, because even in this feral and lustful state they’re in, they care for them, they care for their little sweet (Y/N).

The action doesn’t last too long, as (Y/N) is barely holding themselves back from coming ,and eventually it got too much. The second the monster from behind felt their release, he let out a growl and quickened his pace. (Y/N)’s body began to shiver, wobbly limbs barely supporting their own weight due to the overwhelming feeling of fullness and the lack of oxygen, air they can hardly get since Pyra’s pace got faster as well. When they eventually collapsed, their body miraculously remained in place and it all thanks to the beast behind them, who caught them and held them up with a single large hand placed on their chest.

It was hard to keep up, hard to keep themselves from coming again, but they must refuse, must holdup, must wait for the two monsters fucking their brains out to come before allowing their own sweet release again. And just as they reached their absolute limit, so did the two beasts. The taste and the sensation of their release drunken (Y/N) completely, eyes rolling as they let out a weak muffled moan as they're sent both to heaven and hell at the same time, their inside burning and their skin shivering under the cold sweat.

Once done, Pyra takes his still hard cock out of (Y/N)’s mouth, allowing them to take all these needed gulps of air as the white liquid drips from their mouth and down their chin, even after trying to swallow it they still got messy, a picture that their lover absolutely adored.

Though (Y/N) was quite tired, they know this is not the end, this is just the beginning˜.

They let out a yelp when their body is suddenly lifted and their back is pressed against the solid and warm exposed torso of the beast behind them. The table they were previously on had been flung across the whole classroom with great force and the next thing they know is that they’re completely immobilized again by Pyra’s body pressing their form against the monster behind. And soon enough, (Y/N)’s mind is being turned into mush again when the beasts begin to move again, their thrusts strong and hitting all the sweet and most sensitive spots of theirs.

Their movements were unnaturally coordinated, knowing exactly when to thrust and how to move so their helmets won’t collide. It was both freaky and fascinating to see, which left (Y/N) thinking if Pyra is really as simple as they initially thought, or is he the embodiment of something way more sinister-.

Their thoughts melted into a mass of letters and blurry shapes at the sensation of the rough fingers of the beast from behind rub their sensible nipples again, sending violent jolts and shivers with the mildest movements. Now (Y/N) was a complete panting and moaning mess, though their sounds were slightly muffled by Pyra’s broad chest, even slightly suffocating them at times with how close he got (not like they mind it). They always cringed at how vocal they can get during sex but they also knew better than to try to quiet the noises after learning the hard way how much their monstruous lover adores to hear them.

This fucking continued for a good ammount of time, (Y/N) already lost count of how many times they came, they have absolutely no clue! All they know is that they’re like in heaven, seeing stars and impossible colors of light flash before their eyes with each release just to then fall back into their mortal body and suffer the consequences of all the overstimulation and the generally overwhelming sensations. How are they still awake and breathing? They have no idea, but it did kinda boost their ego to know they’re tougher than they thought.

Eventually, the thrusts come to an end after the two monsters came one last time, causing (Y/N) to hide their face deeper into Pyra’s chest as they sink their fingers into his flesh and scratch his scarred skin with their nails. Even after coming and filling them up real' good yet again, the executioners remained in place, not pulling away from (Y/N) and still holding them against each other.

After regaining part of their breath, (Y/N) pulls back and their eyes wide at the sight of all the marks they left along Pyra’s broad chest and abdomen, both scratch and bite marks. The executioner from behind also received some lovely scratches on his body as well, when did they even manage to make these? None of the monsters seemed bothered by the marks though, and their hands roaming over (Y/N)’s body is a clear confirmation of that, showing just how pleased they are with their performance, even if they didn’t really do anything.

Now that the heat is slowly dying (Y/N) should feel cold, yet the warm skin of the beasts keep them perfectly warm and comfortable, their big hands traveling around their body, soothing the growing soreness in their muscles and worshiping every inch of their soft and tender skin, despite it being covered in sweat and drops of their load.

(Y/N) wanted to cry, but not out of pain, but of how loved they felt in that moment. The surprisingly gentle and affectionate caressing, the soft purrs and rumbles that at times resembled praises, and the overall atmosphere among them three felt so overwhelmingly comforting and loving, nothing like the heated lustful air from moments before.

Tiredness and exhaustion made itself known and they began to slowly doze off. Luckily, they didn’t have to worry about having a pillow, the chest of the two monsters were a perfect replacement, so warm and kinda soft now that their bodies and muscles relaxed a bit.

Unknowingly to (Y/N), a little smile formed on their lips. Yes, they're still pretty much nothing compared to a creature like Pyramid Head, but the fact that this same creature, or in this case, creatures, are all over them, a simple little human, makes (Y/N) feel this alien thrill and warmth.

They're still just (Y/N) though.

Their (Y/N).

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[aliidarling]

first time requesting 😋😋

But i went through all your danny ones bro please i luv how crazy you make him.

I would like a wesker one, smuttiest thing you could think of 😫🙏🙏 Yk how sable has the new swimsuit cosmetic? Basically Mc/reader? (idk how you would describe) Runs into wesker in their cute bathing suit 😼 pls abd thanks for being my source of entertainment at 5 am

HAHAH thank you so muchhh!!! i try to make danny as canon-like as i can :)) ive never done wesker before but i can just for u😝

i’m not very educated on wesker lore, i’ve only played re2,3,4,6,& 7 which is basically the games without him 💀 so excuse me if i don’t write him that well! but i love dbd/stars wesker 🤗

the beach

ALBERT WESKER x fem!reader

nsfw content — pls scroll if uncomfortable!!

summary; you’re spawned into the trial wearing a cute swimsuit and albert likes it veryyy much!

warnings; pervy wesker, dub con kinda, fingering, mean weaker, male masturbation, fist fucking, no penetration but he cums on your pussy :3

from the moment you spawned into the trial, you felt the cold air brush against parts of your body it should not be available to. why could you feel the wind blowing against your ass? this had to be some sick joke.

it was like the entity was laughing at you. you looked down at your body to be met with the sight of a cute little bikini— a pink plaid set with strawberries littered over the two thin piece of clothing. the tiny straps holding up the bikini were flimsy and tied into little bows at each side of your hips with two matching ones at your shoulders.

this couldn’t get any worse, you thought.

you were thankful to spawn alongside your fellow girlfriends, feng-min, yui, and claire. all their eyes immediately cast to your outfit, feng-mins cheeks going pink as she gasped softly.

“oh! you must be so cold—“ she says immediately, scooting closer to shamelessly ogle your breasts. you blush and push her away with a playful grumble.

“let’s just get started on those generators..”

you all find the nearest generator and quickly get to work, fingers fiddling with the wires. a few times you accidentally get sparked by it but never bad enough that it causes an explosion. you’re on your highest alert, hoping the killer is one of those mindless monsters instead of the human ones, like ghostface or the legion. the mastermind probably wouldn’t even bat an eye at you, he’s so stuck up his own ass he probably isn’t even into others.

after a short minute of you all working together, the generator finally pops and the bright light begins to shine, alerting the killer of your location. it doesn’t even take five seconds for the chase music to begin, the loud heart beat taunting you.

it was as if the entity was making fun of you today, bullying you relentlessly. you wondered if she was sitting in the clouds eating popcorn, giggling at your facial expression dropping once you saw the mastermind scanning his surroundings.

once his eyes set on you, you immediately yelled at the girls to run and work on the other generators. you’ll loop him for as long as you can, you told them. you don’t have much time to react before the blonde man lunges at you harshly from afar, missing you by a few inches. you rush off to the side and break out into a sprint towards a jungle gym.

“don’t waste my time, deary. you’re wearing a slutty swim suit, you think you’ll last before it gets caught on a twig?” he mocks, his deep voice making you shiver. you hug yourself at his words, scowling as you run around a pallet with him, trying to greed the pallet.

“don’t be a pervert!” you scold, running pass the pallet to trick him, only to double back and drop it on his face last second once he’s standing close enough. a guttural groan is heard from him as he stumbles back, his sunglasses falling off his face. he glares at you.

the few seconds he’s caught off guard your eyes graze over his figure, admiring his rare outfit. it was a uniform of some sort, blue button up with a tactical vest and black slacks. his sleeves were cuffed and tugged up to the crook of his elbow, showing his veiny fore arms and expensive looking wrist watch. you could bet it had a dozen cracks on it by now.

“you haven’t gotten laid in what, months? years? no wonder you’re so uptight!” you yell. “maybe some pussy would do you a favor!” you shriek, still feeling a little offended over his comment on how slutty you looked. as if you had a choice wearing this!

“you’ll regret those words.” he hisses, lunging towards you and managing to grasp ahold of your body, throwing you over his shoulder roughly. you squeal, thrashing around as he starts to lead you to the secluded basement. great, you had really pissed him off.

you’re caught by surprise when he throws you onto the cold floor without any care, a small yelp leaving your throat as you try to stand up. he immediately pushes down on your back with his foot, crushing you into the floor. he grinds his boot into your soft skin, admiring how much of your body was revealed by the flimsy bikini.

“did you anger the entity, darling? no wonder she cursed you with such a scandalous outfit, your frustrating personality must of done what it always does.” he mocks, feeling his pants tighten at the sight of you on the floor under his boot, your pretty skin dirty.

“oh, fuck you! you’re so god damn annoying i swear to—“ you start, getting interrupted when you suddenly feel his boot shove itself between your thighs, rubbing down against your bikini bottom. you squeak, your body jolting at the unexpected friction.

“what? what’s wrong?” he coo��d, a cocky grin on his stupidly handsome face, his sunglasses hiding his eyes. he grinds his boot against your clothed pussy, relishing in the noises you suppressed. he could hear the small gasp leaving your system.

“you pervert, get your boot off my..” you whimper, voice cracking. you blink in surprise as he kneels down behind you, admiring your body from his angle. your butt was pretty much in his face, in your hands and knees. you gulped hard, feeling humiliated. and slightly aroused.

“what? what’d you say?” he tchs, large fingers tugging at the straps that hold your bikini together, the little bow threatening to give out. one little pull of his fingers and your bare butt and pussy would be on display for him.

soon enough he pulls on the thin strap and it falls off your hips, discarding onto the floor. you gasp as the cold air brushes against you, clenching down subconsciously.

“i hate you.” you whimper, pouting as he runs his fingers over your glistening pussy, his other rustling within his clothes. you heard wrinkling and the unzipping of his slacks.

he pulls his half hard-on out, pre cum dripping off the firm tip. he was extremely turned on by the sight of you bent over with your butt in the air line a dog, pouty lips and flushed cheeks. you looked so adorable.

“shut your lips and stay quiet. i can’t have anyone seeing me with you.” he spits out your name like you were a disgrace to be upon his tongue and you can’t help but feel a little offended. you weren’t that bad of a person!

“what is that supposed to mean?!” you gawk at him, pressing your lips together once he swats at your butt, silencing you. you go back to looking down at the basement floor as he smoothly slides two of his glove-clad fingers into your hole, watching how you take him in perfectly. it was a small squeeze but he manages, his other hand wrapping around his cock to lazily pump.

the precum drips down his cock onto his hand, a husky moan leaving his throat as his head leans back, bathing in the pleasure of the little fantasy he has in his head— fucking your tight pussy. but he knows he can’t achieve that, not here, that is. maybe another day. and he didn’t want you to know how damn desperate he was to be inside you, rutting against your butt like a’ animal in heat. he’d rather die then let you see him in such a submissive and vulnerable state, pussy drunk.

“cum for me, dearest.” he rasps, fingering you harder and deeper in attempts to push you over the edge. your orgasm takes you by surprise as he grinds hard against a very deep part of you, making you bite down to conceal your shriveled up scream. white flashes in your eye sight and you go limp, face down with your ass hanging in the air, cum dripping down your soft thighs and onto the cold concrete floor.

he pulls away with a gasp, focusing on fisting his cock now. he clenches his fist and slides it up and down at a rough pace, low deep noises leaving his throat. he positions his head right at your entrance, giving himself a few last pumps. he shoots out his load— aiming for your pretty hole, mixing his fluids with yours.

“ooh, that’s a pretty sight, doll.” he croons, panting. he fixes up his pants, watching how you lay on the floor like a dumb puppy, catching your own breath after that hard fingering he gave you.

“don’t be pathetic, dear. i didn’t even go that hard.” he scoffs, standing up to his full height, towering over you. he gives you a nasty stink eye before walking off, leaving you in your glory on the ground with your bikini by your side.

[gayashelljatp]

Prince Charming x James Hook | Trophy Boy ChapteR

Tags :Sorta Enemies to Lovers Fake/Pretend Relationship Not Canon Compliant, Inspired by Cinderella (1997), I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Prince Charming is a Bi-King, Prince Charming Is Filipino, Because the actor is and I also am one so yeah, Prince Charming gets a lot of bitches but no love, Merlin Academy (Disney), James Hook is gay, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I don't know how to tag in this fandom, No Beta Like Not Going To Castlecoming

Summary:

Charming had himself caught up in a pretty little lie, telling his parents he had a date for his birthday ball. Desperate to stop their meddling in his love life, he came up with a plan: show up with someone who’d make the court gasp—a notorious pirate at school, James Hook. It was supposed to be a quick fix: fake a romance, cause a stir, and be free from the royal matchmakers forever. But the more time Charming spent with Hook—as a person, the sharp banter—the more complicated things got. This wasn’t just about pretending anymore. He was starting to get hooked. Or The sorta enemies to fake dating to lovers between Hook and Charming no one asked for.

Content Rating: Teen and Up.

Wordcount: 5,931

Notes (Same On AO3):

Hi, I'm Ace. But I'm here posting and writing more gay shit for the Descendants fandom.

I'm one for a crack ship and these two don't even interact in the movie so you may be wondering what made me do this. Three things actually:

I'm in the Descendants editing community and I saw this edit by @jewishvarian. Hook's actor Josh pretty much showing his support to this ship has made we want to do this.

The second inspiration is Once Upon A Time ship Captain Charming my sister had a Once Upon A Time phase so I know quite a bit about them. The third thing the catalyst for this is the fanfic Stage Call by Montythecrow. (The first chapter is really good can't wait for more. Also R.I.P. DBD I never got to make a DBD fic before it got cancelled *sighs in JATP*)

Let's do some housekeeping and explain the lore because this fic grabs from fifty million things.

- The Brandy Cinderella movie or Rodgers & Hammerstein's Cinderella (1997) as it's also known are major inspirations. I pulled the characterization of Charming from this film and the new Descendants film and I pulled the whole of Charming's parents and his butler Lionel from this movie. (Pls watch this movie. It's really fun, campy and entertaining.)

- I also took from various Prince Charming media from Cinderella movies from Disney to non-Disney. Charming (2018)'s Trophy Boy by Avril Lavigne, Ashely Tisdale and G.E.M. is where the title of this fic comes from. It's a bad movie but this song is legendary and pop perfection. A K-pop star, a Disney star, and a rock star all in one song is crazy.

- This fic has multiple POV's for Charming focused parts 👑 emojis are used on the other hook if it's James it's this emoji 🪝.

- Finally, this isn't a GayashellJATP fic without a playlist of songs I have on that help immerse you in the universe. Spotify playlist here!!!

Now that we are done with some housekeeping. Enjoy the fic & Remember to give feedback!!! It is always appreciated.

Notes (Tumblr):

I'm trying to do better on posting on here and being on time. With being a cross platform author. I still don't know how Tumblr works pls help me. Once again I suggest you read on AO3 my formatting is way better on that.

Chapter 1: Before The Ball

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Charming was so screwed.

He'd been excused from class by royal summons, which only meant one of two things: either bad news or... well, worse news. Lionel, the family’s loyal servant and his assigned guardian at the academy, was jittery, practically fidgeting as he escorted the skateboarding teen to the castle. 

Lionel’s nervousness only heightened Charming's suspicion—did he tattle on him sneaking out of the academy for a late-night date? Again? Or worse—had he forgotten some royal obligation that would now come back to bite him?

Despite the comfortable life he'd been born into, Charming had a talent for getting into situations that made it... uncomfortable. Usually of his own making.

The moment they arrived at the vast, gilded throne room, the knot in his stomach twisted tighter. His mother stood. Not good. Queen Constantina only stood when something serious—truly serious—was about to be discussed. Lionel cleared his throat and began the ceremonial introduction. 

“Your Royal Highness, Prince Charming—”

The Queen interrupted with a sharp glance. “Prince Christopher Rupert Windermere Vladimir—”

“Mom,” Charming sighed, cutting Lionel off. “He doesn’t have to say it every time.” The poor man practically bowed in relief when Charming gestured for him to be seated. The full name was ridiculously wordy, one of the many reasons why "Prince Charming" stuck much more easily.

“Son, you didn’t need to dismiss him,” King Maximilian spoke up from beside the queen, kissing his wife’s hand. Charming had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. 

His parents were constantly doing that—displaying affection as if they were still teenagers in love. Any love hater would have gagged, but Charming simply tried to suppress a smirk. Even he couldn't deny they were a good match, for better or worse.

“Mom. Dad. What is it this time?” Charming asked, his voice strained but trying not to sound too impatient.

“Watch your tone, Junior,” his father said, though not harshly.

Charming forced a deep breath. “Fine. What’s the big news?” he said, layering on enthusiasm that was just short of sarcasm.

The Queen exchanged a meaningful glance with her husband before turning to her son, her posture regal and dramatic all at once. "Your eighteenth birthday in two days."

“I thought—” his father began, but a sharp elbow from his wife stopped him. “We thought it would be appropriate to throw a birthday ball.”

Charming's heart sank. "A ball?" His voice came out strained. "Father, is that really necessary?"

Queen Constantina's eyes glistened with an air of theatrics as she responded, “You haven’t shown any of your potential picks for marriage. You are two years overdue for at least a partner!” Her voice hitched as though it were a tragedy in itself.

Charming had tried, of course. He'd gone on more first dates than he cared to count, but none had led to anything serious. His royal reputation for being “charming” only went so far, especially when he wasn’t charmed by anyone.

“I’m working on it,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “But Mom, I don’t think a ball for my birthday is necessary.”

“Necessary?” His mother’s voice shot up an octave, her hand flying dramatically to her chest as if she were about to swoon. “Is it necessary that I should die knowing my only son will be a lonely king?!”

Charming’s eyes widened. “Mom, please. You’re not going to—"

“I might!” she countered, her voice trembling as if the mere thought of his supposed future loneliness was too much to bear. “The idea of you being all alone without a wife or family—oh! How tragic it would be!”

Charming rubbed the back of his neck, suppressing a groan. He loved his mom, truly, but sometimes her dramatics were... a lot. “Okay, fine. I get it. But… I have someone. Already. A partner.”

The words were out of his mouth before he had a chance to think them through. His heart nearly stopped as both his parents' faces lit up.

“You do?!” his father exclaimed, clapping his hands together in glee.

The Queen looked like she was about to burst into tears of joy. “Oh, my darling boy! You’ve found someone! You’ve—”

Charming quickly nodded, feeling his stomach churn with regret. “Yep. Found someone. Really great.”

His father beamed. “That’s fantastic news, son! We were beginning to wonder if you'd ever—"

“But the ball,” Queen Constantina interjected with a flourish of her hand. “The ball must still happen! After all, it’s been paid for, and all the preparations have already been made.”

Charming’s shoulders slumped. “Of course it has…”

His mother took his hands, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, darling, I can’t wait to meet this special someone of yours. Bring her to the ball!”

"Yeah. Absolutely," Charming forced a grin, though inside, his mind raced. He was so, so screwed. Not only was the ball happening no matter what, but now he had to show up with a date—someone bad enough to stop his parents from meddling in his love life ever again.

Where on Earth was he going to find that?

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Charming zoomed through the academy gates on his skateboard, the wind whipping through his hair as his thoughts churned. Why had he lied? It gnawed at him, the weight of a falsehood pressing on his conscience. Lies weren’t really his thing. Now, he’d have to turn that lie into reality, or it would eat him alive.

As he skated through the courtyard, his gaze caught Fay, a fairy in training and his hexalogy class partner, sitting cross-legged on the grass, her nose buried in a spellbook. She was mumbling under her breath, waving her wand with exaggerated movements as sparks of magic fizzled in the air. 

“Hey, Fay,” he called, slowing down as he rolled over.

Fay glanced up, her wide eyes narrowing with playful frustration. “Charming, where were you?” she asked, tapping her wand against her open book. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to hex yourself and then unhex yourself without your partner? I nearly turned myself into a frog!”

“Royal duties,” Charming shrugged, offering an apologetic smile.

Fay’s expression softened immediately. She knew all too well the burden his title carried. “What did the queen say this time?” she asked, her tone light but sympathetic.

Charming rubbed the back of his neck. “We’re throwing another ball.”

Fay’s face lit up. “A ball? Isn’t that fantastic—” she paused, noticing the scowl creeping over Charming's face, “—ally… impossible to enjoy?” She attempted to course-correct, her enthusiasm dimming as she realized how much the idea clearly weighed on him. Fay wasn’t the best at being negative, but she tried.

“But I’ll make it up to you. I’ll be there for the next class.”

“You better be,” Fay huffed, but her tone was forgiving. 

“The whole kingdom’s invited. Maybe I’ll catch you at the ball?”

“Nah, I doubt it. I’ll be here practicing my spells,” she said with a shy smile, already inching back toward her book. Fay wasn’t one for social events—she always seemed to vanish from them, though Charming never asked why. 

“Well, I’ll see you later,” Charming said, giving her a quick wave.

“Later, skater!” Fay called, attempting to sound cool, which earned a chuckle from Charming. She couldn’t help but laugh at herself as he rolled away.

But as Charming skated off, Fay accidentally mispronounced her next spell. Instead of reciting "double the bubbles," she muttered "double the wobbles" under her breath. Without realizing it, she had casted a spell on Charming’s skateboard, causing it to take on a life of its own. 

Charming, an experienced skater, didn’t notice anything at first. But as he glided past the group of notorious students hanging out by the courtyard's edge, the board beneath his feet began to wobble violently, as though possessed. 

His body lurched forward, trying to steady himself, but the board had other ideas. It veered, zigzagging uncontrollably, and before Charming could react, it shot straight toward a cluster of students.

In a blur of motion, Charming collided with none other than Captain James Hook—his pirate classmate, and perhaps the academy’s most infamous heartthrob after Charming himself. With a loud thud, both boys went crashing to the ground, Hook's shiny golden hook clattering against the stone courtyard as they tumbled in a tangle of limbs.

Charming groaned, disentangling himself. “I’m so sorry!” he blurted, scrambling to his feet. His skateboard had spun off and smacked into a nearby tree, finally bringing the spell to a halt.

Hook stood up slowly, glaring down at Charming with narrowed eyes. His gaze was sharp and menacing, but there was a flicker of something else—jealousy? Amusement? It was hard to tell. 

“You really are a royal asshole, aren’t you?” Hook growled, dusting off his crimson blazer. His voice dripped with venom, but there was something undeniably captivating about the way he spoke. “Gunning for me, were you?”

“No! No, I swear. I didn’t mean to—I lost control of the board.”

Hook didn’t seem convinced. He stepped closer, his imposing presence casting a shadow over Charming. “You were heading straight toward me, mate,” Hook said, his tone dangerously low. His golden hook gleamed as he pointed it directly at Charming’s perfect face. “That doesn’t seem like much of an accident.”

Charming’s heart pounded as his eyes flicked from Hook’s face to the hook hovering too close for comfort. He held up his hands in surrender, his voice calm and soothing. “Whoa, easy,” he said, gently grabbing Hook’s wrist and pushing the hook away from his face. For a brief second, his fingers brushed against Hook’s skin.

For just a moment, Charming couldn’t help but notice Hook. The sharp features, the dark, windswept hair, the way his crimson blazer framed his broad shoulders. And those eyes—intense, narrowed in suspicion, but undeniably alluring. 

Charming blinked, snapping out of it. He was in trouble, not admiring the guy who was about to gut him like a fish.

Hook, however, seemed to notice Charming’s lingering gaze. His eyes flashed with something almost wild, and a wicked smirk curled on his lips. “What’s the matter, Prince? Distracted?”

“Uh, no. Not at all. Just… don’t want to get impaled, that’s all.”

Hook raised an eyebrow, amused but not backing down. “Right.” He clicked his tongue, his hook gleaming in the sunlight as he let it fall to his side. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Or else…” He let the threat hang in the air, his eyes still burning into Charming’s.

“Right, yeah. Lucky,” Charming muttered, his pulse still racing. He wasn’t sure if it was from the near-death experience or the fact that Hook was standing way too close. He hadn’t expected Hook to be so—well, so much. Why was he noticing that now?

Hook’s smirk lingered as he stepped back, finally giving Charming some space. “Try not to skate into any more of your classmates, mate. Especially not me or my crew got it?.” He turned, flipping his collar with an air of superiority, though there was a glint in his eye as he strode away. 

Charming watched him leave, shaking his head. Hook was dangerous—and not just because of the hook. There was something else there. Something he really needed to avoid.

But as he glanced back at his skateboard lying against the tree, the thought struck him: maybe, just maybe, Hook was exactly the kind of problem he needed. 

If he could bring Hook to the ball, that would surely get his parents off his back. Right? 

How would he ever get Hook to agree to that? He was really, really screwed.

🪝

Hook was seething. What a clueless little prince, he thought, his jaw clenched as he stormed through the academy's halls. Charming had to be the most oblivious royal he'd ever met. For someone so poised and charming, the prince had no idea how to navigate the real world. 

Not that Hook expected much more from royals—they were all so privileged, so sheltered, so painfully clueless. That’s what made them easy marks. Their money, their fine clothes, their trinkets—it was all just there for the taking, practically begging to be lifted.

But this? This was different. Hook’s pride was bruised more than anything. Charming had made him collide with the earth, of all things, and Hook wasn’t going to forgive the little prince for sullying his pristine, mint-condition vintage blazer. He cast a quick glance at the fabric—no visible damage, but that didn’t matter. The fact that it had touched the ground at all was an unforgivable offense. 

And worse, Hook knew his crew would never let him live this down if they found out. His reputation couldn’t take a hit like that, not when he had spent so much time cultivating it. He had to get his revenge. Teach the prince a lesson.

So, during storybook history class, Hook slipped out unnoticed. He snuck across the academy grounds to the royal dormitory— Full of one bed and customized rooms, unlike less privileged students. They weren’t allowed to deface their rooms and they had a roommate system. But Hook wasn’t complaining his roommate was pretty great.

But he wasn’t here to brood. No, he was here to act.

Charming’s dorm was up ahead, and Hook was relieved to see no sign of that bothersome butler Lionel. Of course, the little prince needs a servant to wait on him hand and foot, Hook thought, rolling his eyes. He always found it odd—off-putting, even—that Charming couldn’t go anywhere without a personal attendant. How soft and pampered could you get?

Hook approached Charming’s door, a sly grin spreading across his face. With a quick glance down the hallway, he slipped his golden hook into the lock, working it with practiced ease. Today, he was wearing his favorite hook—the golden one that added a touch of class to his ensemble. He’d have to be careful not to scratch it. The lock gave way with a soft click, and Hook pushed the door open, slipping inside.

The room smelled of expensive cologne, and everything was arranged perfectly. Typical royal. Hook sneered. He moved to the wardrobe, his eyes scanning the rows of pristine clothes. 

Charming had quite the collection—mostly royal-styled barongs and beige outfits, which made Hook wrinkle his nose. Beige? Ugh, he thought with disdain. Not his color at all. Where was the flair, the vibrancy? Not a single dark or deep color in sight. Charming had such a boring taste in clothes for someone so well-dressed.

Still, a theft was a theft. Hook rifled through the clothes, trying to find something worth taking. Surely the prince won’t miss a few pieces, he thought, tossing aside a particularly dull-looking beige tunic.

What Hook didn’t realize was how much time he’d spent browsing

But time had gotten away from him, and Hook hadn’t realized how long he’d been sifting through the prince’s belongings until he heard the unmistakable sound of the door opening behind him.

“Looking for something?” came a voice that was far too calm for Hook’s liking.

Hook froze, hand halfway through a drawer of silk cravats. Slowly, he turned around, his heart sinking as he locked eyes with Prince Charming standing in the doorway with a smirk, arms crossed over his chest. He hadn’t expected to get caught—he never got caught.

Hook blinked, trying to regain his composure. “Ah skater boy,” he began, straightening up and smoothing his jacket. “This… is not what it looks like.”

Charming raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Really? Because it looks like you’re in my room rifling through my wardrobe.”

Hook swallowed, his mind racing for an excuse. He’d been in tight spots before, but this? This was a mess. “I was, uh… inspecting your clothing choices. Offering a little… constructive criticism, you might say,” Hook replied, flashing a crooked grin, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He wasn’t used to feeling this off-kilter. “No offense, mate, but 50 shades of tan and beige? Really?”

Charming’s expression remained neutral, though there was a glint of something unreadable in his eyes. “And you thought breaking into my room was the best way to offer fashion advice?”

Before Hook could answer, Lionel appeared in the doorway, eyes wide as they flickered between the pirate and the prince. “Am I interrupting, sir? I didn’t expect a guest,” Lionel said, his voice a touch too polite, suspicion creeping in.

Charming, without losing his cool, glanced slightly over his shoulder at Lionel but didn’t shift his focus from Hook. “It’s fine, Lionel. Could you give us a moment?” His tone was dismissive but not unkind, the sort of royal command that left no room for argument.

"Of course, Your Highness," Lionel replied, a touch too formal as he bowed and quickly excused himself, but not without one last curious glance, probably wondering if he had just witnessed the beginnings of some lovers' quarrel. The door closed softly behind him.

The moment Lionel left, Hook let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He eyed Charming warily, wondering how much trouble he was in. He hated the feeling of being cornered, especially by a royal.

“So…” Hook began, his voice dripping with false confidence. “No need to make this a big deal, yeah? You’re not going to go crying to Merlin, are you?”

Charming’s lips curled into a small smile. “I’m not planning on it, no.”

Sweet relief washed over Hook, but it was short-lived as Charming took a step closer, his tone turning just a shade more serious. “But I can’t just let this slide either, can I?”

Hook swallowed, his bravado faltering for a moment. “I only did this after our little incident,” he blurted out, trying to regain control of the conversation. He gestured vaguely between them, referencing their earlier collision.

Charming tilted his head slightly, as if considering Hook’s words. “And you thought breaking into my room and raiding my wardrobe was the right way to even the score?”

Hook’s mind scrambled for a sweet escape. “Look you don’t need to turn me in,” he said, practically begging now.

Charming considered this for a moment, his gaze flicking over Hook’s disheveled form and the mess of clothes scattered around his room. Then, almost as if a thought occurred to him, his smile returned—this time, sharper. “Actually, I think I might have an idea. Meet me by the castleteria at dinner time.”

“A dinner? You’re not going to tell anyone about this?”

“No, not yet,” Charming replied, his voice smooth but tinged with mischief. “But if you don’t show up, then maybe we’ll reconsider the whole punishment thing.”

Hook’s stomach twisted. He hated feeling like he was at someone’s mercy, especially Charming’s. But something in the prince’s eyes told him this wasn’t just about revenge—it was about leverage. Hook didn’t know what Charming had in mind, but whatever it was, it couldn’t be good.

Still, he nodded, trying to regain his bravado. “Alright, Prince. Dinner date it is.”

Charming smirked, stepping aside to let Hook pass.

Hook left the room, heart still pounding, cursing himself under his breath. He’d been caught, and now, somehow, he was in too deep.

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“Hook, what bullshit did you get into?” Uliana’s voice cut through the room like a whip, her tone sharp with irritation as she lounged on Morgie’s bed, her tentacles subtly shifting.

The five of them were crammed into Hook and Morgie’s shared dorm room, a small space that felt even smaller with Uliana’s dramatic presence filling the air. Hook, on the other hand, was sprawled lazily across his bed, legs crossed like he had not a care in the world, but deep down, his stomach churned with unease. 

Hook glanced at Uliana, who was tapping her nails against her belt buckle.. “Relax, Uliana. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“Is it a date?” Morgie piped up, his eyes wide with genuine curiosity as he fiddled with a piece of parchment,

Hook scoffed. “Really, wizard-oo? That’s your question?” The brunnete pirate shot back, but he didn’t quite meet Morgie’s gaze, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face. “It’s not a date, you idiot.”

“You didn’t deny it, Hook, so that means you’re going on a date with that royal eyesore,” Maleficent added with a sly smirk, reclining against the wall. She twirled a strand of dark hair between her fingers.

Hook sat up, trying to regain his composure, his golden hook glinting as he gestured wildly. “He’s got a little rebel streak in him, sure, but a date? With me?” Hook forced a laugh, but it came out a little too harsh. “He’s too soft for that.”

Hades, who had been lounging in the corner, arms folded and his fiery blue hair flickering lazily, chimed in with a smirk of his own. “I dunno, mate. You see those blue streaks he’s rocking these days? Kid’s got a little fire in him. You pick them well, James.”

What did the prince have in mind for him? Why had Charming asked him to meet at dinner? He was good at handling himself, but this was different. Royals had a way of twisting things to their advantage, and he wasn’t sure he’d come out on top this time.

Uliana’s tentacles flexed, her eyes narrowing. “This better not blow back on us, Hook. You get tangled up with that prince, and we’re all screwed. I’ve got enough on my plate without cleaning up your messes.”

Morgie, ever the optimist, gave Hook a hopeful smile. “Maybe it won’t be so bad? You two could, you know... find common ground?” He shrugged, completely oblivious to the heavy glares that Uliana shot his way.

Hook grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck. “Trust me, I don’t belive in common ground I’m a pirate after all. The seas are what matter,” he muttered, but even as he said it, he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that Charming wasn’t as simple as he’d like to believe. Whatever the prince had planned, Hook had no choice but to play along—for now.

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Lionel watched as Charming’s fencing movements faltered, his usual grace replaced by distracted, half-hearted parries. The clanging of their swords echoed through the gymnasium, but the prince’s mind was clearly somewhere else.

“Sir—I mean, Christopher, what’s the worry face for?” Lionel asked, lowering his sword slightly, his tone a mix of concern with playful scolding. “Your mother would say frowning is terrible for the face.”

Charming winced and laughed, “Ouch. Thanks for that reminder, Lionel.”

Lionel tilted his head, eyeing the prince with the same scrutiny one might give a misbehaving child. “Having love problems, are we?”

Charming hesitated mid-lunge. “Sorta… kinda... undetermined.” He shrugged, trying to mask the uncertainty in his voice with nonchalance.

“I’ll try to make sense of that, sir,” 

Charming straightened up, tossing his sword onto the nearby rack. “I do have a problem,” 

“And what may that be, Your Highness?”

“I lied to my parents,” Charming confessed, running a hand through his streaked hair. “I told them I had someone to bring them for the ball, but... I have no one.”

Lionel gasped theatrically, hand flying to his chest in mock horror. “Oh dear! The end of the world!” 

Charming grinned, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t panic. I’ve got it under control. I think…”

“Is that why there was a handsome pirate rummaging through your wardrobe this morning?” he asked with a pointed look. “Is he part of your grand plan?”

Charming blinked, caught off guard. “He’s not that handsome,” he blurted out, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop them. Lionel’s amused smirk only deepened. Charming’s cheeks flushed. “I mean—he’s alright,” he backpedaled quickly, though Lionel’s knowing look said it all.

Lionel chuckled softly, tapping the flat of his sword against the ground. “What would your parents think of him, then? A pirate at the royal ball?”

“They did say every suitor in the kingdom that doesn’t exclude male or pirates. But they’d be terrified,” 

“And here I thought you were planning to bring a princess,” Lionel mused, shaking his head with fond exasperation.

“Well, ‘pirate’ does start with a P,” Charming quipped, unable to suppress his grin. “Might be close enough. Don’t ask for permission ask for forgiveness.”

“The ball’s happening no matter what, Christopher. Your parents are set on it,” Lionel reminded him, though there was no judgment in his voice. He was used to the prince’s antics by now.

Charming nodded, tossing his fencing jacket aside. “Yeah, well, might as well make it a little more exciting.” 

“If I’m going down, I’m going down singing.” The prince sang.

Lionel chuckled, stepping forward to ruffle the prince’s hair. “You’re always causing trouble. But… you're going to be fine, you always are.”

Charming laughed, a bit of the tension easing from his shoulders. “Thanks, Lionel.”

"Just... try not to start a royal scandal this time," 

"Can't make any promises," Charming shot back with a grin.

👑

The night had settled over Merlin Academy, and the castleteria was buzzing. On the lower level, students from various backgrounds sat together, some attempting to eat in peace while others whispered and laughed in tight-knit groups.

The second level, however, was a different story entirely—a separate, glass-enclosed space designed for royal students, a consequence of the infamous "Ariel incident" from freshman year. Uliana, the sea witch, had stirred up a food fight with the sophomore Little Mermaid herself,  (A girl her older sister bullied aswell)

which ended with food flying and a lot of egos bruised. Now, extra security stood guard, and Charming hated it.

It drained his social battery to be so isolated. He used to enjoy mingling, making polite conversation with his peers, but now he found himself perched in this sterile room, looking down at the rest of the academy through the glass window like he was in some kind of fishbowl. 

It didn’t help that Lionel, who usually provided some form of company, was off handling royal duties whenever it was mealtime. So Charming sat alone, poking at his food, waiting.

Well, not exactly alone. He was expecting someone. Or rather, a pirate . The word "victim" had crossed his mind, but that sounded too cruel, and blackmailee was just unpleasant. So, pirate it was.

Charming’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a scuffle outside the door. Voices—loud, irritated voices—drifted in, and he didn’t need to guess who it was.

“Let go of me! Easy on the coat!” came the familiar accent, sharp and indignant.

The guards were clearly manhandling Hook. Charming sighed, standing up from his seat and making his way to the door. He opened it just in time to see one of the guards tugging on Hook’s crimson coat, and Hook, true to form, looking royally pissed off.

“Stop it!” Charming barked, a little more forcefully than usual. “Let him go. He's with me.”

The two guards immediately released Hook, straightening up as they realized their mistake. One of them, the taller one with a stern face, glanced at Charming apologetically. “Apologies, Your Highness. We didn’t know he was—”

“Yeah, clearly,” Hook cut in, brushing off his coat like he’d just been dragged through the mud. “A real fine welcome, I must say.”

The other guard, younger and more nervous, muttered, “We thought he might’ve been here to, uh… cause trouble, Your Highness.”

Charming sighed, rubbing his temples. “He’s not here to cause trouble. I invited him.” He shot a look at Hook. “Sorry about the mix-up.”

Hook crossed his arms, glaring at the guards. “Way to go, Prince. You invite me, then forget to tell your people I’m coming. Real nice lad, aren’t you?”

Charming gave him a sheepish look, stepping forward and placing a hand on Hook’s shoulder—more of a placating gesture than anything. “I said I was sorry.”

Hook immediately shrugged off his hand, the familiar click of his hook against Charming's wrist. “Easy on the coat. You and your lot have already helped it deteriorate faster than it should.”

“Shall we?” he said, gesturing toward the table.

Hook huffed in response but said nothing, striding past the prince and into the dining area. His eyes scanned the lavish room, taking in the gleaming chandeliers, the velvet-lined chairs, and the royal setup. For a moment, Charming saw a flicker of appreciation cross his face—just for a second—before Hook’s usual facade of nonchalance slipped back into place.

“Nice place you’ve got here,” Hook said, though the casual tone didn’t quite match the look in his eyes. “Bit excessive for a meal, don’t you think?”

Charming smirked, crossing his arms as he followed Hook inside. He could see through the pirate’s act. “If it hadn’t been for that food fight with Ariel and your friend during freshman year, none of this would’ve happened.”

“Yeah, well, she was pretty awesome for that.”

Charming rolled his eyes, though a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Right. Let’s just sit and eat before you start a revolution in here too.”

They settled into their seats, a tense silence hanging between them. Charming could feel the weight of Hook’s gaze, sharp and calculating. This wasn’t some casual dinner. Both of them knew it, even if neither wanted to admit it.

The dinner had been silent for too long. Hook, never one to let tension sit without poking at it, decided to break it “So, what are your intentions, Your Highness? You’re a popular bloke around here. Getting lonely?”

Charming’s fork paused mid-air before he set it down, carefully. “I have friends.” His mind flickered to Aladdin and Jasmine, who often joined him for meals, bringing stories of their magic carpets adventures.

Then there were Ella and Bridget, after the two got together they always found time to drop by with baked treats—often enchanted with strange, unpredictable side effects, like turning his hair fully blue or making him float for a few minutes. 

Zelly, ever the life of the party, would bring her chameleon Pascal, and they’d all end up doing karaoke. After all, the royal dining area inexplicably had a karaoke machine tucked in the corner.

“So it’s not loneliness or complete boredom, why have me here?” Hook pressed.

Charming hesitated, trying to maintain a mysterious air. He knew Hook was too clever to show his cards too early. “I have something to ask,” was all he said, keeping his tone casual.

Hook leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips as he lounged in the velvet chair, clearly amused by the prince’s attempt at suspense. “What’s this all about, then? A royal invitation for little old me? You're not planning on throwing me in the dungeons after dessert, are you?”

Charming chuckled, though there was a hint of nervousness behind it. “No dungeons. Just… an arrangement.” He felt Hook’s guard go up instantly, the pirate’s smirk hardening into something more defensive.

“Arrangement?” Hook’s brow arched in mock curiosity, though there was no mistaking the sharpness in his tone. “What sort of arrangement would a prince want from moi ?”

“I need you to be my date,” Charming said, the words slipping out before he could fully gather his nerve. He paused, seeing Hook’s expression shift, and hurried to clarify, “Not in the traditional sense.”

Hook’s face didn’t change much. He leaned in slightly, his gaze sharp, like he was toying with a fish on a hook. “You went to so much trouble to impress me,” Hook said with snobbish amusement, “I’m flattered, but you’re not my type.”

Charming felt his face flush but pushed on. “My parents are throwing me this stupid ball, and I hate it. It’s all about me, and I just—” He suddenly found himself unraveling, words tumbling out in a rush. “I blurted out that I had a date, thinking it would stop them from pressuring me, but now it’s just worse, and I don’t know how to—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold your horses, Prince,” Hook interrupted with a bemused smirk, holding up his hand. “That’s a lot of whining for me.”

Charming blinked, startled by Hook’s bluntness. Somehow, those few words snapped him out of his spiraling rant. He let out an embarrassed laugh, the tension easing from his shoulders. For a second, he found himself thinking Hook looked oddly…kinda hot. 

The pirate, for all his snark, had an air of control about him that made Charming’s stomach twist in a way he didn’t quite understand.

But Hook was getting up, clearly looking like he was about to leave. He couldn’t let him just walk out, not after coming this far. Desperation flickered in his chest, and he scrambled for a last-ditch effort.

“Wait!” Charming stood quickly, his hand brushing against Hook’s arm as he reached out. “I haven’t told you the benefits yet.”

Hook paused, turning halfway with a knowing gleam in his eyes. “Alright. I’m listening.”

Charming exhaled, thinking quickly. “You’ll get lots of opportunities being seen with me. The ball is in two days. You won’t have to pretend for long. You’ll get to live lavishly, and you don’t have to worry about me telling anyone about your… thieving incident.”

Hook’s eyes flickered, but instead of biting, he turned fully away, stepping toward the door. Charming felt his heart sink. He'd blown it. This was going to be harder than he thought—time for Plan B, whatever that was.

Then, Hook stopped, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk that made Charming’s pulse quicken. “I’ll do it.”

“What?” 

“I said I’ll do it,” Hook repeated, turning fully now, his expression unreadable. “I’ll be your boyfriend. For rent, of course.”

Charming bristled slightly. “That doesn’t sound very nice.”

“Well, that’s the reality, babe,” Hook teased, the last word slipping off his tongue like a taunt. The prince stiffened at the word. He didn’t like the way it sounded coming from Hook’s mouth. Or maybe he liked it too much, and that was the problem.

“Fine, we’ll talk tomorrow, lay down the ground rules. We can discuss everything over breakfast.”

“Blah, blah, so boring. You don’t need so many pleasantries to fake-date me, you know. We’re not writing a treaty.”

Charming stepped closer, his face inching into Hook’s space. “I’ll pick you up in the morning. We’ll discuss the plan then.”

Hook gave him a mocking grin, eyes flicking down between them before meeting Charming’s gaze again. “You just love a good scheme and a meal, don’t you? That’s pathetic—and kinda cute, actually.”

Something inside Charming snapped at that last line. “Who are you calling pathetic?” he growled, stepping even closer until they were face to face.

Hook’s eyes danced with amusement, but there was something else beneath the surface, something unreadable. For a brief moment, they stood there in awkward silence, close enough to feel each other’s breaths, their hands grazing.

The bell rang suddenly, cutting through the moment and pulling them back to reality. Charming took a step back, clearing his throat. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, his princely demeanor slipping back into place, though his voice was quieter than before.

Hook smirked, already slipping toward the door. “You know where to find me, Your Highness .”

Charming was still screwed how was he going to pull this sham? But he did make some progress he just hoped the pirate didn’t cause too much trouble.

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Notes:

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[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Okok so this isn’t really a request.. But what is your opinion on Wesker pretending to fall for a reader Chris has a crush on only to spite him. Then, once Wesker gets to know the reader himself he starts really having feelings for them.

Its been stuck in my brain for the past week and I need to know your opinion 👀

- Wesker anon

Hi, Wesker Anon!

Firstly, I hope you have a happy and safe new year! I'm sorry for the long post. I kinda got too invested in this 😂 I can't help but to like both Chris and Wesker.

Now back to the ask. I feel like that Wesker would do that. Especially if you're a rookie in S.T.A.R.S. At first glance. Wesker would hide his obvious flirtation towards you by saying something under the guise of "I'm simply just helping our rookie out, Chris."

Both he and Chris knows what he's doing. Wesker knows that Chris was attracted to you from the way the he interacts with you. Chris knows that Wesker is only doing this to spite him. The way both men constantly fight for your attention is almost comical for both you and Jill. Eventually, once the both of you (Wesker and you) are a thing and have been together for a while, Wesker would realize that he wasn't in this relationship to spite Chris anymore, but because of how much he actually loves and values you.

If we're talking about dbd! Wesker and Chris, this is a similar story. You were a survivor like Chris and you were always close to him to the point he would talk about his old Captain. Once Carlos, Rebecca, and Ada arrived in the fog, it was quick to assume that Wesker would be in the realm as well.

It was obvious to both the survivors and killers that you and the S.T.A.R.S agent were extremely close and people often would talk about how the both of you would make a cute couple. The first game against Wesker, He knew that Chris was soft for you due to how protective he was. (Taking hits for you, always being the one to unhook you.)

Seeing you caused Wesker to form an obsession with you in a way. He wants you because of the fact that you were that important to Redfield and because you often proved yourself a better fighter than he was led on at first. Once he gets to know you from both when he gives you Hatch and from other killers you've faced, Wesker's obsession grows more towards "I want to make them mine."

[zombiboon]

RE Boys Coming Home to a Sleeping S/O

This has been a dead ass account, with the last post being literal months old now and about a whole different fandom. I recently got into Resident Evil (Thanks DBD for adding my new husband Wesker) and while my ass is struggling to understand the lore outside the basics, I’m trying and I’m also gonna write these characters anyways. Are they going to be OOC? Probably. But take some of the RE boys coming home to a sleeping S/O.

if there's a guy you want not in here, it's likely because I know so little of him. I'm still getting into the series (I'm only up to RE5 as of now).

GN!Reader, Fluff, Not at all edited, Likely OOC portrayals

Characters: Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira

ALBERT WESKER

It’s a common sight for Wesker to come home to you sleeping, considering he works late almost if not all nights. Hell, he’s surprised whenever you’re not sleeping by the time he returns home. 

If you’ve fallen asleep on the couch - either from watching TV or maybe even waiting for him to come home -, in the beginning of the relationship, he may just leave a blanket on you so you’re not cold, but further into the relationship, he’ll carry you back to the bedroom.

He’s not one for cuddling either, but he will occasionally spoon you. It won’t start out like that, however, it’s more of a subconscious thing he does while asleep next to you. He may fall asleep next to you, arms at his side (he goes to bed face up, the arms at the side makes him look like a robot), but you’ll wake up with one arm loosely hanging around your waist and his warmth comforting you from behind - if you wake up before him.

CHRIS REDFIELD

Another man who usually works late. Little too attached to his job, it may as well be his second partner - right after you, of course. 

He usually comes home to you getting ready for bed but sometimes, he’ll come home when you’re already in bed. Though he’d probably never admit it aloud, he does feel a little saddened he can’t chat with you when he comes home, but he’s also a patient and reasonable man, he knows it’d be ridiculous to request you stay up even later just so he can have a brief conversation with you.

He does his best in keeping quiet while getting ready for bed but by the time he adds his weight to the mattress, you’re already turning your head to greet him drowsily. He usually apologises with a quick peck on the lips. Immediately urges you to go back to bed as he shifts into his spot beside you.

He enjoys hugging you tightly more than spooning you, to be honest. He likes embracing you and keeping you close to his chest. But if you manage to sleep through the ruckus of him getting ready for bed, he’ll settle for spooning you.

LEON S. KENNEDY

Really only ever comes home late when out with friends or coming back from a mission. He has a small habit of uttering a tired, “I’m home” to a darkened house whenever you’ve already gone to bed. 

He’s usually exhausted by the time he comes home late and will immediately book it for the bedroom. He’ll crawl into bed and if you’re a light sleeper, you’ll wake up to Leon clinging to you from behind. He’ll apologise for waking you if you greet him. 

He’s got a deathgrip around your stomach as he nuzzles into your back. If he doesn’t, please spoon him. He adores it.

If he’s not tired, he still lays in bed with you, silently admiring you. Occasionally, he’ll brush a few strands of hair out of your face just to keep cherishing your features with a smile. After a few minutes, it gets him completely knocked out for the rest of the night.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

(this mans last name is so impossible for me to type correctly half the time. curse you second "i")

The type to despise coming home late. He’s exhausted, with his work, his limbs are sore, and he doesn’t get to see you. So when he comes home to a dark house, he’s a little defeated. But hey, he gets to see you - you’d be sleeping, but it’s still you. 

He’s surprisingly stealthy in slipping into bed, so much so you get jumpscared awake by his touch. 

And he’s a cuddly bastard, immediately swinging his arms around you and pulling you back into him as he peppers the back of your ear and neck with soft kisses. He usually keeps you up with a small and whispered conversation, just to check in with you before letting you drift back off into a deep slumber. 

He’ll just nuzzle his face into the back of your neck and when his tight grip loosens just a smidge, you’ll know he’s passed out sleeping - if his snores didn’t alert you to that.

reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

[lyssak09]

Hiiii, can I order some Yandere! DBD Nemesis??? Like I think it would be cool for him to be a yandere, and I don't see a lot of that out there.

I got you my friend!

Yandere Nemesis hcs

Nemesis is an aggressive, obsessive, possessive yandere

When he first met you at a trial he stopped in his tracks. You were beautiful/handsome.

During the trial he would watch you. He saw how altruistic you are. Everytime he hit or hooked a surviver you were always the first person to unhook them and heal them

You also took so many protective hits. But lucky for you he didn't hook you. All he did was watch you crawl or run away.

Once he snapped to his senses he killed off all the survivers but you. He had kept an eye on you the whole game so he found you easily. Once he did he grabbed you and took you to hatch.

And to your surprise he let you leave hatch. You looked behind you before going in and saw him tilt his head and raise his hand goodbye.

When you got back to survivor camp you saw Nemesis standing behind the barrier staring at you. Which freaked everyone out. But you all tried to ignore him.

Whenever he saw someone flirting with you or teasing you he will be pissed and make it shown.

One day after a harrowing trial one of the boys was teasing you which Nemesis did not approve of. All of a sudden you heard a banging. Everyone turned to the barrier to see Nemesis pounding on it and staring everyone down. You swore if he could break the barrier he would and kill almost everything on sight. Except for you of course

Every trial you have with him he leaves you alive. Which starts to make a bit of tension with certain survivors.

At his trials if you drop something he'll keep it and sorta make a shrine for you. Nemesis will also use Ghostface's camera with out him knowing and take photos of you

Soon Nemesis gets aggressive and tired of only being with you at trials. Because even at trials he is distracted killing your friends.

The entity will notice this and use it to their advantage

"Kill as more survivors and you'll get what you desire"

Knowing this, Nemesis will be way waaaay more brutal in trials now. He is even bringing moris every trial now

Eventually Nemesis will have killed enough to finally get to keep you. Forever.

You wake up to the mist taking you to a trial. But once you enter it you're in a new map. You just carry on though and look for generators and your friends.

You've been looking for what feels like forever and haven't found anything. Soon a zombie catches you and you freeze. Now you know who your trapped with. Then you heard stomping foot steps. All of a sudden you were yanked into Nemesis's arms by his tenticle

Once he has you he is never letting you go.

He'll care for you and treat you like royalty. Just be good for him

He loves to hold you and kiss you which is mighty weird for you. It makes him happy that you're so small and fit perfectly for him dude definitely has a size kink

He always takes you with him. Even if its just to the kitchen. He hates leaving you and not having you in his sight. So he carries you around like a rag doll basically

He loves to spoil you with whatever he can. So the entity will also use this to their advantage

The more Nemesis kills, the more you get to be spoiled if you've been good.

But if you decide to misbehave he will punish you. His punishments depends on what you did. Tried to escape then he'll lock you in a room and scare you but breaking things around you and throwing things right next to your head.

He can't speak but his actions towards you speak louder than words

When Nemesis has to leave for trials he will leave you with a couple of zombies to keep watch

He is kinda a better yandere to have. Just don't piss him off.

And remember no matter what you do or say. He will always love you and keep you with him.

[gatitties]

Incorrect quotes

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: just you being you

─ Warnings: none

*(I will be using y/n for this chapter)*

6 < 7 > 8 

You: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Amanda: You don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

Ghostface: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Y/n have been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get them out...

You: You know, not every problem can be solved with an axe.

Huntress: That's why I carry more than one axe.

Dwight: What are your goals?

You: To pet all the dogs.

Dwight: No, fitness goals.

You: To be able to run fast enough to pet all the dogs.

Demogorgon: *happy noises on the background*

Feng Min: It’s dark in here.

You: Don't worry, I got this.

You: *Stomp your feet*

You: *Skechers light up*

You: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Ghostface: We're the best thing that happened to you?

Frank: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

Nurse: You know those things will kill you, right?

You, pouring another glass of whiskey, lightning a cigarette and taking a raw cookie dough: That’s the point.

Meg: David, I'm sad.

David: *Hold out arms for a hug* I'ts going to be okay.

Steve: Hey y/n, I'm sad.

You: yeah, me too.

You: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Julie: Not if they consent to it.

Joey: Depends who you're stabbing.

Susie: Do it.

Dwight, banging on the door: Y/n! Open up!

You: Well, it all started when I installed Twitter...

Kate: No, he meant-

Claudette: Let them finish.

You, threatening the others with an amongus suit: Listen... life comes at us fast. We don't know what life is gonna give us... and today, it's gonna give you... amogus inflatable suits!

Entity, going over your resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative.

You: yes.

Entity: Okay... may I know what you create?

You: Problems.

Jake, addressing the survivors: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box.

Nancy: But that's just a trash can.

You: Innovative, I like it.

Quentin: You often use humor to deflect trauma.

You: Thank you.

Quentin: I didn't say that was a good thing.

You: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny.

You, arriving at the exit of a game: Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.

*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

Trickster: THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

Yui Kimura: We need a distraction.

Tapp: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

You, whispering: My time has come.

*Some characters reacting to y/n saying 'I love you'*

Claudette: Thank you!

David: Oh no, what do you want?

Demogorgon: *Happy gurgles*

Bubba: *A flustered mess*

Freddy: Sounds fake but okay.

Jake: can I get a refund?

You: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?

Huntress: Have everyone stand.

Wraith: Bring three more chairs.

Amanda: The most important ones can sit down.

Freddy: Kill three.

Tapp: Good morning.

Kate: Good morning.

Cheryl: Good morning.

Ace: Ya'll sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

You: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS *throw a slice of cheese in Ace's face*

You: Fool me once, I’m gonna kill my self again.

You: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Ghostface: Oh yeah? You're the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD.

You: I'm leaving you, and I'M TAKING SUSIE WITH ME.

Julie, picking up the monopoly board: I think we're gonna stop playing now.

You: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Hillbilly: The cow???

*Preparing to sleep*

You: Goodnight moon.

You: Goodnight tree.

You: Good night ghost that only I can see.

Ghostface, looking from the window: no one had ever cared so much about me.

You: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress... welp *keep watching tiktok*

[sharksnshakes]

The Doctor Tormenting A New Survivor! HCs

You’re new to the Entity’s realm and need someone to show you the ropes. It’s a good thing the Doctor is in... 

A/N; y’all seemed to like danny’s hcs, so i decided to do herman’s too! if people are interested in more dbd killers/new survivor hcs, i’m happy to do more, just let me know who u wanna see. my asks are open :) 

Wordcount; 390ish

TW; torture, dbd typical violence, electrocution, death, mentions of mental and physical torture, suggestive themes, herman carter is a sicko in this and you have been warned 

New survivors = new toys (Herman’s logic) 

Herman will never turn down an opportunity to torture a survivor, whether old or new. New survivors are special, though; they’re puzzles to be solved... what makes them scream? What makes them cry? What makes them break? 

Hooks you first. That way he can take out your teammates and spend the rest of the trial with you! How fun! 

Uses all of his shock therapy on you specifically, because he wants to see how much you can take. 

You can hear him laughing and softly talking to himself as he hunts for you, the intensity of his giggles increasing once he catches you and gets his torture started. 

There’s nothing creepier than glancing behind you and seeing two glowing eyes in the dark. 

Full body chills. 

Prefers to Mori you with his own two hands. The Entity can have the other survivors, just not you... and Herman tries to keep you alive as long as possible, putting off a Mori until he absolutely has to. 

You won’t get used to the torture, either... he’ll change it up on you every time (what a gentleman). 

He’ll also describe, in morbid detail, what he plans to do with you--he’s quite the big talker--and will ask you how you’re feeling while he’s shocking you with a live wire. Chivalry’s not dead, it’s just stuck in the Entity’s realm! 

It’s impossible to get a word in edgewise, seeing as Herman’s either holding a one-sided conversation or electrocuting the life out of you... so good luck trying to confront him.  

At the peak of his torment, he’ll blatantly disregard all other survivors. You’re the main event, after all. 

It’s frighteningly unfair treatment, and your fellow survivors notice. They’d warned you about the Doctor early on, telling you he had a specific interest in newcomers, but nobody had expected it would escalate to this.

It’s common knowledge that the Doctor has waaaay too much interest in you, and some of the kinder survivors make an effort to keep you away from him during trials. 

And speaking of trials, you’ll be Mori’d in almost every single one, only escaping when a teammate sacrifices themselves for you. The following trial is always twice as brutal.  

Won’t bother you outside of trials, but once in a blue moon, you’ll hear the Doctor’s giggles echoing through the forest around the campfire. Is it really him? You’ll never know, and frankly, you don’t want to find out. 

[trashyslashers]

May I get a killer dbd matchup pls? 🖤

Also, THANK YOU BBY I know you doing your best, sorry this dump truck is long ❤️❤️❤️

Looks: I’m 21 F, 5’3 bi. I have moles, lots of scars on my body and 2 tattoos. I’m a bit chunky ngl but nothing too bad with kinda long brown hair. I also dress like those trending grunge girls.

Personality: My personality is very random ngl. On one hand, I’m a patient, hardworking and empathetic person towards the people I really care about. I love taking care of people and nothing makes me more content then seeing them relaxed with me. The other side is once I’m comfortable enough to be loud and open I’m completely different from quiet me. I love risks like once you say no balls I’m doing it. I’m down for mostly anything like shit I don’t judge. Crack up at the most random shit or anything in general, shitpost behavior and humor, no filter at all and does not care what people think about it, and very comfortable with the uncomfortable. I’m not afraid to call someone out if they’re in the wrong and have a great control of my emotions and stress unless someone does something goofy ass fuck. The only bad is that I tend to hide my real feelings a lot and lightly push people away bc I feel like a bother if my negative feelings are noticeable. However, if a person genuinely keeps reassuring it’s okay to let my feelings out I’ll crack eventually.

With a lover: I’m okay with anything my partner will be okay with and understanding their wants and needs. I want them to be my pillar just as I am with them. I include them in mostly everything I do if they are willing to do that and not afraid to show them off if they are comfortable with it. If they aren’t comfortable with physical affection, the most I’ll ask is light hand holding or gentle touches. I hardly initiate fights and do my best to understand their point of view but if they start being disrespectful I’m not tolerating that behavior. My love language is quality time and physical touch, the occasional gifting as well. Ideally want someone to be okay with my menace behavior and have nice looking arms 🫶

Dislikes: I hate when people try to control me and force me to be a certain way bc I’m not letting anybody change the way I am for them. Very spicy food too. 🖤🖤

Hobbies/Interests: E-gurl gaming 😈, cooking meals or baking sweets, reading fanfics, making a shit ton of cute or complex origami. Daydreaming while looking at the sky and smoking that mj as well. Making my friends comfortable with me so we could be crack heads together. Looking at which cute clothes to buy and lastly doing hand made gifts from anything.

Again thank you, I hope this was enough! 😊❤️❤️

I think Danny Johnson | The Ghostface would have a huge thing for you!

Patient and hardworking: both are traits that Danny has, and both are traits he'd enjoy in a partner. The randomness of your personality is something he finds enticing, and Danny loves to find out what makes those he's, uh, interested in, tick.

Risk taking is the name of the game, baby. Though he would not harm you (apart from in trials, of course, where he sort of has to), there's a degree of risk when it comes to being in a relationship with him, both in and out of the Fog. It might not be the type of risk you enjoy, but he appreciates that you aren't judgmental or afraid, and have the guts to be in a situation that many others wouldn't want. Honestly, this is probably what drew him to you in the first place: you stood out in a way that caught his eye.

He's still an obsessive sadist, though. In trials with you, he tends to have a bad habit of focusing and chasing you down. It comes with the relationship. Maybe it's a type of risk you enjoy?

He's damn good at reading people, so even if you do well masking your emotions around him, he can tell when something is off. He may poke a bit to try and get you to open up, but ultimately knows it's up to you to come to him if you so choose to.

It may be surprising, but he is goofy - at least, in a dark sense of humor type of way. He's extremely charismatic and has a pretty good sense of humor - it's how he went so long without getting caught, to a degree - and so this man can and will make you laugh.

Loves that you aren't afraid to speak your mind and call people out for things. If it's directed at him for any reason he might be a bit flustered at first, but honestly, he'll think it's cute seeing you all riled up.

Loves that you show him off, and he'll do exactly the same if you're okay with it. Has more polaroids and photos of you - many of which you didn't seem to notice were being taken - than you know.

More than okay with your menace behavior - I mean, why wouldn't he be? He loves it, and finds you incredibly fun.

Not the best arms, but being a killer does take some physical strength, so his are pretty nice! There are times he may roll his sleeves to his elbow to "unknowingly" give you some glimpses if he catches on that it's something you enjoy (he totally is well aware of what he's doing).

Surprisingly, he's not one to control his partner. Though he likes being the one "in charge", in a sense, that doesn't mean he's going to try to control you and who you are. He wouldn't change you for the world.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Bad End?" Two Boys Are Better Than One AU Ending.

SO! This is a fic for the amazing and lovely, @polyghostfacehours! Sunny is a total fucking joy, we have gotten close over these past few months and she is a fucking rad as hell friend, she and I talked about the idea of a bad end for TBABTO back in August and she chose me to actually write it for her birthday and I was more than happy to give it a go. I went hard as fuck, as per usual and really hope everyone else vibes. This version is the normal reader insert for everyone’s enjoyment but do not worry Sunny has access to the special version with her name written in.

Of course this is very spoiler and context heavy, this is an alternate ending to my massive long form fic Two Boys Are Better Than One, so I would recommend you don’t just go into this blind but hey if you don’t mind spoilers than go in. This is heavy on the angst, with some fluff and some smut.

Hope you all enjoy it but especially that Sunny does! Happy fucking brithday dude, you are the best, love you lots! Let’s get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 8.6K (I know!) Billy and Stu X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Poly!Ghostface, TBABTO Verse. Warnings: Angst. Major Character Death. Heavy Violence. Blood. Gore. SO Much Crying. Intense Emotions. Guilt. Nightmares. Not Dealing With Trauma In Healthy Ways. Making Out. Grinding. Kissing. Threesome. Blow Job. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnlingus. Panty Snatching. Fluff. Reminiscing. Sweetness. Exposition. Reunion.Multiple Orgasms. Praise. Dirty Talk. Body Worship. Cock Worship. Sloppy Seconds. Premature Ejactulation. Begging. Creampie. Face Sitting. Bex’s Lack Of Knowledge Of DBD Coming Through. Age Gap.

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You weren’t supposed to be there.

You were supposed to be at work. Doing the three pm to close shift, supposed to be scooping ice cream and mopping the floor, laughing with co-workers and doing the usual summer job schtick you’d become accustomed to. But tonight you broke away from all that, had something much more important to do, a shift change to facilitate it and you made your way to your destination.

The horrible and cold rain started on the way, an awful storm, one that hadn’t been in the forecast, didn’t matter that the water soaking into your clothes was heavy and constricting, didn’t matter you almost ate fucking shit a few seperate times on your way, you simply HAD to do it, had to go talk to and see them. Everything had been so terrible so far this summer and with your anniversary coming up, you just needed to resolve this, a phone call wouldn’t do, you simply had to see them in person.

You didn’t let them know you were coming.

Too worried that they wouldn’t be there, would be out on purpose, or talk you into not coming.

So you went without telling them you’d be coming by.

You weren’t supposed to be there.

Finally you showed up, and it happened so fast once you were actually inside. It was so dark, the power must have gone out, you heard a noise in the kitchen and crept your way there and as soon as you crossed the threshold from hardwood to tile strong hands were on you. Hand over your mouth and the reaction of you struggling was automatic and then it didn’t stop, they didn’t stop, holding you, talking down to you, mocking and condescending, they were in those costumes and a knife was pressed to you and it felt wrong.

You’d been in this position before countless times of costumed and role play fun but this here, was off, different and along the way you realized that yes, it was. They didn’t know it was you. They thought you were Tatum Riley and the immense fear swapped to relief, but only for a moment because yes, while you weren’t Tatum, they didn’t know that. In the dark and with your mouth covered, you might as well be Tatum and not their sweet girlfriend.

They laid out different ways they could kill you, each awful and terrifying. You cried, they mocked you more, you struggled less, fear if you made the wrong move it would spell disaster.

It all led so fast to this one conversation, them asking, talking as if you weren’t there and crying and shaking, about if they should get your opinion on how you should die.

“Who cares what she thinks?” Your heart sinking, “You make a compelling argument, who gives a fuck what a bitch like her wants?”

You fought hard, they handled you easily, calling you a, “Feisty little thing.” And then the first cut to your thigh was made and you sobbed, still struggling, still fighting. You were so terrified at this moment, and then finally that question was asked, “Should we let her? Let her get out some last words?”

You nodded furiously, you wanted nothing more, the one behind you, still holding you said, “Well she seems to like the idea.” And you prayed and hoped and waited, a soft hum of consideration and then, the worst possible thing, the one in front of you said. “Nah. Fuck her.”

That is when the knife drove forward.

Right into your stomach.

It felt as if all the air was sucked out of your lungs, sobbing into the hand covering your mouth as you lurched forward, eyes squeezing shut, hands balled into fists, the pain was blinding and all consuming. It hurt and blood leaked out around the blade in a similar fashion that tears leaked from your eyes, you tried to scream, key word there is try, it didn’t work with your mouth covered as it was. The knife was pulled out and drove forward again, you tensed and your mind was screaming out the same way you wished you could be.

This couldn’t be happening, it just couldn’t, it was all too unbelievable, too awful, truly unthinkable, shit had gotten fucked lately sure but this?

Them killing you?

God no, you knew them, or well, you thought you had, were sure you knew them better than this and yet here you were, being run through. More pain than you thought it was possible for a human to feel at that moment, the knife coming back out and then forward again and the blood had soaked your shirt and your shorts, could feel it running in thick rivlets down your thighs. The sound of it was awful, and it felt like the only thing you could hear until a voice cut through the pain, a voice you recognized, the one behind you, it was Stu. He was saying, “Fuck, Billy, you just gonna play with her or what?”

Stu was holding you, gagging you, preventing you from doing anything but taking it, sweet and sensitive Stu has his arms around you as Billy, fucking heaven above it was Billy, stabs into you.

The knife moves, your insides stir in a way that makes you gag, how have you not passed out yet? You weren’t trying to scream anymore, just small and weak pained moans leaving you, didn’t have any screams left, or so you thought until the knife dragged up, gutting you.

Groin to sternum.

The feeling of your organs spilling out made you even sicker, blood was leaking out of your mouth, iron and salt coating your tongue and the hand finally moved, and you didn’t sound like yourself, wet and pathetic, and Billy said, “There? That playing?” He asked, and the feeling of wet and soft internal tissue falling over your thighs and around your feet and all over the floor made you gag yet again and sob and try to say something, anything to show it was you, not like it mattered right now, you doubted even if someone tended to you immediately that you couldn’t be saved.

Your mind was a swirl of emotions, of pain, betrayal and too many things to list and you were so out of it you weren’t aware of them watching you struggle, or rather, more listening to you struggle, it was so dark, no way they could make anything out clearly. If they could, then they would have known it was you and never would have done this. You fell to your knees, now with their hands off you couldn’t support yourself, you were feeling weak, feeling cold. The illogical urge to do something overtook.

As your hands fumbled, tried futilely to scoop your organs back into you, it made them laugh when they realized what you were doing, “Oh yeah, that’ll help-”

“Ha! Yeah, you just gotta get them back in, that’ll fix it.”

They were so awful, this is how they did it, this is how they killed, fucking hell, and you used to get off on this in the abstract. If you knew how awful the reality was you probably would have re-think your sexual practices.

And then hands were on you, the knife came up and your throat was slashed and that is how it happened. You choking on your own blood, organs laying in between your thighs on the tiled kitchen floor, hands trying to stay the blood spilling from your neck and that one last coherent thought was:

“I’m not supposed to be here.”

You slumped over and that was that. It was all over.

The power eventually comes back on.

They hadn’t done anything with your body. Couldn’t clean up or do anything in the dark. It was over an hour later when the lights came back on. They make their way to the kitchen, ready to do what was needed, what they had talked about previously. It was usual, they were talking about something else entirely, Stu was looking at Billy as he was talking about what they should do for dinner after this but he was stopped short by two things. One Billy's expression falling and two his hand landing in the middle of Stu's chest, gesturing out, to look at something and he does, looking away from the brunette's face to the body on the floor.

To you.

It was so clearly and so obviously, you.

You were long dead. Body cold. No mistaking it.

You weren't supposed to be here.

Stu is just wide eyed, mouth falling open, he can't process what he is seeing, he begins to shake, saying softly over and over again, "No, no, no, no-" as if denying it would somehow undo the impossible, the irreversible.

Billy looks shocked, he isn't saying a thing, he is frozen in place and soon Stu isn't next to him anymore, he is striding forward and he falls to his knees and wants to touch you but hesitates, nothing he will do will help but he can't help it and starts trying to do something, fucking anything but touching you feels wrong. You feel wrong, the very skin he has loving traced over and kissed countless times doesn't feel like yours, there is no warmth and the color is all wrong and that particular softness isn't present, it's all wrong.

He can't look away, eyes on your face, eyes totally glazed over, not a single hint of light or life, the blood that had spilled from your mouth, he could see the handprint, his handprint from holding over your mouth, the mix of your blood and the other person they killed earlier. One of his fingers traced the long dried track of tears that had fallen down your cheek.

And then his own tears start falling and he isn't sobbing, no he's just crying, just tears falling, heavy breathing.

You weren't supposed to be here.

It was a nightmare, that's it, this all had to be some awful and terrible dream and it's at that moment that Billy finally comes over and tries to pull Stu away and Stu fights him on it. Tries to shrug him off, refusing to let go of you, keeping hands on you even if it's no longer you, even if you feel off and it's making him sick.

"Lemme go, stop, fucking stop! Lemme GO BILLY!”

Then that is when Billy breaks then and snaps at Stu that you are "-GONE! She is fucking gone man."

Stu sobs then, he stops struggling, Billy pulling on him but Stu isn’t getting up, he is still knelt beside you, total dead weight, refusing to leave.

Billy insists they have to deal with the body like they originally planned, stick to the plan then it will all be fine and he can't accept it, he is shell shocked, he can’t deal with the reality of it. “We have to go! We gotta clean this up and get rid of the body-”

Stu refuses, cuts him off harshly, he is fully sobbing and his hands are soaked in your blood as he snaps back at him, “How can you SAY that about her?! Just get rid of her?!”

“It’s not her anymore!” Stu gasps, “Not her anymore?!” The fight starts and it is so awful.

The big thing that they keep coming back to is the same thing that was your last thought.

“She wasn’t supposed to be here!”

As if it mattered. As if it would change a single thing. It didn’t matter where you were supposed to be and who was supposed to be here in your place because the fact was that you were dead on Stu’s kitchen floor and it was all their fault.

Billy wants to cover it up. Stu doesn’t, it’s unthinkable, he tells him "NO! We are done, this is fucking done!" He doesn’t stop, he rants, “We went way too fucking far, this should have ended a long time ago man!”

“What are you talking about, Stu?”

And all his feelings come out at once, “I’m talking about the fact I didn’t really want to do this, I never REALLY wanted to do this-”

Billy cut him off and yelled, “YOU SUGGESTED IT! All of this was your idea, YOU suggested killing Marueen-” and Stu attempts to shove Billy back, hating how close he was, “AS A JOKE!”

Billy’s hands are on Stu’s wrists, holding him as he is looking into his eyes, Stu’s face is still wet, he hasn’t really stopped crying, he breaks more, a sob of, “-as a fucking joke.” A deep breath that steadies him a little and he continues, “You were hurting and I loved you and I wanted to make the hurt stop so I joked about it but YOU made it serious, you wanted more and I saw it in your eyes and fuck, I couldn’t say no!”

Everything out in the open the fight continues, it escalates and keeps going, shouting and then Stu lets it out, wants to turn them to turn themselves in. Billy questioned him, and Stu told him, “I think we deserve it.”

Stu is destroyed, he is looking at Billy but you are cold on the floor right behind him and the knowledge of that weighs heavily and makes him sick. “I wanna forget all of this, abandon the whole thing, I don’t want this, I don’t want it-”

Billy cannot believe how fucked tonight has gotten, everything, absolutely everything falling out from under him.

"You can't mean this!-" And Stu responded so fast, "Yes I fucking do! I-I really do, I can't go through with the rest, we should be in jail for this, just fucking look around!"

Billy is just as upset, he is fucked up over all of this but he doesn't want to go to jail, he tries to talk Stu out of it, pulling on his clothes, using every single thing he can think of to convince him. Goes on and on, and what changes the fight is him saying, "Do you think y/n would have wanted us to go jail?"

Stu's face twists in anger, "No." Pure hurt as he turns away from Billy, looking down at your body. "But I don't think y/n would have wanted us to kill her either."

The fight really picks up then. They start blaming each other. Neither wanting to fully accept it is both their faults or their own fault at all. “I wanted to include her! I wanted to tell her! But you wouldn’t let me!”

More shoving, pacing, wandering around and more tears, on both sides.

It kept going until Billy said, "YOU said Tatum was coming! What was she even doing here?!"

Stu laughed, “Fucking rich man, really top notch stuff, yeah NONE of this-” he said gesturing to the kitchen around them, the blood on this clothes, you on the floor. “-would be happening if it weren’t for you! None of this would matter, we wouldn’t be having this fight, she wouldn’t be dead, if it wasn’t for YOU wanting to get some fucked up revenge on the Prescotts!”

Billy’s hands were in Stu’s shirt, tugging on it, so much, anger, seeing red, “The fuck you just say?!"

Stu ripped Billy’s hands away as he spat, "You heard me!"

It went on for way too long.

Eventually, Billy managed to talk Stu into taking care of your body, couldn’t leave you there, had to deal with it and soon. Somehow they got through dealing with your body. Stu held it together surprisingly well, went almost emotionless as they both worked together in realtuve silence, until after your body had been disposed of, he broke he cried again, "Her fucking family, they aren't going to have a body to bury, what are they gonna say-"

Billy offered his arms out and Stu allowed it. Their last hug. Stu clung to him and Billy held him close, and he allowed himself to cry too.

Their relationship ended that same night.

The idea of continuing without you is crazy. Even if they still had feelings for eachother, that didn't matter, they both did it but couldn't admit their parts or wrong doings. Couldn't forgive each other.

Eventually Billy talks Stu out of turning them both in, it took a lot of convincing but finally Stu listened and relented. Even if it might have just been to get Billy to stop and leave him alone. He didn’t want to see him anymore, it was far too painful, an awful reminder, the whole town was, all of this was. Having to be around as everyone frantically searched for you, of course thinking you were missing but with the year that Woodsboro had, the longer you were missing, the more obvious what had happened became.

They drop the rest of the plan.

No big finale'. Sidney and her dad live. Billy and Stu get out of town asap, go to seperate schools for college. Stu gets a totally different apartment than the one he and Billy and hopefully you were gonna live in. Can't bear the thought of living there alone. They both leave town without a formal goodbye, Stu leaves a box of Billy’s shit on his porch for him. Clothes and movies and cds, books and personal items just haphazardly thrown into worn cardboard without care and that hurt Billy more than the lack of goodbye. Stu always cared about Billy, the fact he didn't now, it made something in his chest ache.

College isn't easy.

Stu is plagued by guilt and nightmares and becomes a lot less happy and energetic. He becomes more withdrawn and closed off, less like the him he was when you were all together. It’s hard for him. Especially because he went to the school you all planned to attend together, he thought he could handle it and so Billy went to a different college. Handling it was tougher than he realized, much tougher, he transferred after the first year to a different college.

Billy trusts even less than he did previously, and doesn't let anyone else in. He doesn’t date, he will have drunken and drug fueled hook-ups at parties but doesn’t date or is serious with anyone. He misses you and Stu too much, he doesn’t try to think about it or linger on it, tries to fill his life with meaningless shit to prevent the hurt and guilt and everything else from settling back in.

Stu tries but doesn’t really feel ready to date much. He just isn't over you or Billy and is terrified of hurting anyone else by letting them get close, feels like he doesn't deserve to be close to anyone else either.

Somehow, some way they both get through their respective times at college and life goes on. Stu gets help, he goes to therapy and while he obviously cannot disclose everything, he deals. He processes and while not everything is fixed, and probably never will be, he is better. Billy chose instead to bury everything, deep as he could.

It’s years later. They both truly never thought they would see each other ever again, it’s an accident, neither of them knew that the other would be back in town at the same time, why would they?

After both looking across the bar a little too long they actually approach each other and they talk. At first it is a little awkward but they talk and talk and end up getting drunk together.

They got caught up on what they missed, it had been nearly eight years since they’d last talked so there was a lot to go over. To start it is just talking about college and general life shit. The conversation pivots when Stu admits he went to therapy, got help, Billy tenses at this until Stu tells him that of course he never spilled all the details, they were fine but more than that, he is fine, doing much better.

After talking about that but it goes on and they hash out the rest, late in the back booth of this bar in hushed tones they talk about what happened. They both really go over it, had been thinking about it so much and with perspective and time they realized that they are both at fault. They both admit too, after hours of talking, that they never stopped thinking about each other, never stopped missing each other.

They both feel good after that first night of talking. So it doesn’t stop. More meetings and more conversations happen.

And as fucked up as it all is they both are the only thing that has ever made sense to each other. Even with how they both acted, how messed up it all was and did some of the worst shit when they were together they also brought out the best in each other so often.

They feel like only they understand each other.

Who else could ever understand or accept everything that happened and all that they did? No one could, no way could they be as open and honest with anyone else the way they can be on their own, just them, just Billy and Stu.

They don't wanna drag anyone else into their fucked up mess. Only they get what they have been through, can't subject someone else to them and lie and cover up.

It felt good to talk and so they still didn't stop. They slowly start to put the pieces back together and continue going over what happened and the conversations are mixed, sometimes about stuff currently going on in their lives, lighter things, jokey and fun and other times much more heavy and serious and about you.

They start to talk so much about you and when that day comes around, the anniversary of the day you died they visit your grave, the official one, your family had laid out, set up with the nice headstone even though the grave didn’t have your body in it. Your family eventually gave up hope on you just being missing and had to face the reality, even if your body was never recovered they still set up this grave site for you. Billy and Stu go late, they don't want to run into any friends or family.

Neither of them could bring themselves to visit it before now.

They talk again. This time to you. Both staring down at the grave, side by side, not looking at one and other, as if it would make the conversation easier. Stu started.

“Hey y/n.” He let out a shaky exhale and Billy added on a quiet, “Hey”

What could they even say? They both felt so much in the moment and then it became so obvious, Stu continued, he said, “Sorry it took so long for us to visit.” The tone made Billy laugh a little, made it a bit easier and so it continued. They told you about what you had missed, what had happened with them and when it got particularly hard Billy reached out, held Stu’s hand, initiated that point of contact to help ground the both of them.

It worked.

That night they forgive each other and get back together.

Billy gets help with Stu’s prompting, and Billy does better too, slowly, but he does do better. It feels good, not the same, never the same as they were with you around or even the same as it was before you entered their lives but still they are together again and my fucking God, that is something.

They still talk about you. Reminisce, mostly positive, they keep it light, talk of you on special occasions for the most part. On your birthday, your death day, holidays, looking back on good times.

It was your birthday, they were making that pasta dish you showed them how to make all those years ago, that first full weekend sleepover that was supposed to be a trial run for living together. They both got much more into cooking since getting back together, they loved the times they got to cook with you or when you made food for them, it became a nice bonding activity, a roundabout way of honoring you and it had this habit of making them talk about you along the way. Billy was thinly slicing the garlic as Stu asked wistfully, “Do you remember the night we got donuts?”

Billy smiled as he recalled it, "Oh God yes, I haven't thought about that night in forever."

They both recounted it. A night after summer break had ended, they were hanging out at Stu's place when you called, you sounded so frantic, it scares them at first till they catch up with what you are saying.

“Honey, sweetheart, slow down, what is this about?”

“Donuts! We HAVE to go get some right now!” You were pulling a pair of shorts on, cradling your phone with your shoulder as you told them excitedly, “Donuts? You are being this loud about donuts?” Billy questioned, phone between him and Stu, both listening in.

“Yes! C’mon, I am dying for some, let's go get some.” You insisted and Billy asked, “What’s this about? Why the sudden rush?”

“Am I that obvious?” You sighed, “I was just here at home and thinking about how great summer was and all those late night snack runs we used to do and I miss it, you know? Like why wait for the weekends or when we have breaks off, why can’t we do that whenever the mood strikes?”

You heard some shuffling on the other end and asked, “Billy? Stu? You there?”

“Oh we are, sorry, we are getting out shoes and grabbing the keys.” Billy said it easily and you heard Stu lean in, “Yeah, hope you are dressed, the nearest donut place is a half hour away and they close in less than an hour, we gotta get going.”

They came by and got you and the trip was made with the windows rolled down and playing music too loud as you all were speeding towards your destination, you all made it just under the wire. A box of donuts bought and you all ate it looking up at the stars and talking when you all should have been in bed.

“That night was a lot of fun.” Stu hummed in agreement, “Lotta nights with her were a lot of fun.”

A moment of quiet. Billy fills it before the emotion could turn more negative, he still had a habit of not wanting to linger on the bad. “Do you remember that time we almost got caught having sex in her living room?”

“Fucking Christ. How could I ever forget?” Stu responded with a laugh.

One afternoon, all at your place for once, you were supposed to have a few hours of being home alone.

You were on your back, Stu was between your legs, hands on your hips, had only been inside you for a few minutes, Billy had his fingers in your hair, your head turned to the side as he was lazily fucking into your mouth. All in varying states of undress and enjoying yourself, doing it out in the open on the floor, not having to worry about restraining yourself. Moaning around Billy’s cock, tongue pressed to the underside of his shaft, looking up to him, the view was amazing as always when he was over you like this, his head tipped back, the way he breathed out your name, “Fuck, babe-”, it made you clench around Stu and caused him to move harder, more purpose.

His hand hooked under your knee, pushed your leg up, closer to your chest as he had you. “Love when you squeeze me like that.”

You pulled Billy out of your mouth, hand around the base of his shaft, rubbing the spit soaked head over your cheek as you asked, “What? Like this?” And you repeated the motion, clenching down on him again and it caused Stu to let out a choked moan, he was panting now, “Ye-ah, just like that.”

So you did it again, stroking Billy as you licked and kissed, sucked on him and clenching over and over on Stu, making him moan more and more. It was when he was close, having pulled Billy down, kissing him deeply, still rutting into you, when you heard the garage door.

You all stopped.

He was inside you to the hilt. They both were.

All too stunned and it took you smacking Billy on the thigh, he looked down and you were pushing on his hip, “Shit, sorry.”

He pulled out and you sucked down a deep breath, “Get your clothes and get upstairs, let me stall.” And Stu pulled out, starting to pull up his pants and snatching up his sweater and Billy was grabbing his shirt and his bag as you were pulling your top back down into place.

“Go, go, c’mon.” You rushed and they were off, headed upstairs, and you were looking around, “Where-” you were pulling up the couch cushions, “-the fuck are they?”

You heard the door from the garage to the house start to open and you decided fuck it, you’d find them later. You made sure your skirt was down properly and ran to the door. Que one of the most awkward conversations you ever had with one of your parents, trying to seem unaffected and normal, hoping the sight of you wasn’t obvious as you could feel some of your wetness leaking down your thighs. You pressed your thighs together hoping that it wouldn’t run down past the edge of your skirt. Your parent was just stopping by to get something and were still going back out. It was nerve wracking watching them root around the living room for what they wanted, you prayed they wouldn’t find something out of place to give you away.

Thankfully it was fine and soon they were off and you made your way upstairs. You found your two boys sitting on your bed, “They left. We are alone again.”

You flopped down onto the bed between them and told them that it went fine, when they questioned until you sat up and said, “Yeah it was all good except I gotta find where my panties went before they get home.”

“Oh you mean these ones?” Billy was holding the still damp lacy underwear in front of your face, you reached up to take them and he pulled them away, "Give em back, Loomis!”

He got off your bed, twirling them around one finger, “Nu-uh earned em. Besides you should be thanking me, if I weren’t so into panty snatching you might have gotten caught.” You relented, a heavy sigh and you held out your arms.

“You are so right, however can I thank you?” You asked and they both shared a look that simply screamed ‘let me count the ways-’

“She was the best.” Billy said softly and Stu agreed yet again as they finally sat down with dinner. They ate and talked more about you that night. The lilt of your laugh and how soft you were, how wonderful you were to them. They had a small cake for you, they made it themselves this time and didn’t burn it and shared a toast to your memory.

As long as they are back together they never blame each other again or fight about it or point fingers because they know it was both of their faults.

Sometimes it is more emotional, sometimes they cry, both of them and talk about how much they still miss you. Still visit your grave on occasion and will cry about how you should still be here.

Some mornings they wake up to the sound of rain on the window and the obvious absence between the two of them, the one in the space where you would normally be, it makes them cling to each other tangled in still warm sheets, seeking quiet comfort in each other and holding back tears.

But most of the time they just honor your memory in a positive way.

Then something else happens.

A massive shift, a huge change that they could never have anticipated, didn’t know it was a possibility. They aren’t sure how it takes them or why it wants them as killers but it becomes clear all too soon, because when you died the entity took you too.

They see you first.

You look the same as back then.

It had been ten years and you look the exact same as the last time they saw you except you are alive. You are a bit dirty, the clothes are different but you are alive, and here.

They see you and you don't see them at first and they call out your name, they run to you as they do, “Y/n!?” You turn your head to try and catch who is calling to you and you see them. You gasp and don’t believe it, you are almost frozen in place, it is clearly them, but different, older, “Billy? Stu?”

And then they reach you, breathing a little harder, less than a foot away.

A beat.

They both look at you closer, a few cuts and bruises, but it is for sure you, sweet and young and looking up at them like you feel the same way, cannot believe it and full of far too much emotion, what do you even say in this scenario?

What do you say after all of this?

The accidental killing, the covering up, the separation, the sheer weight of the sins they have committed crushing what remaining relationship they had, the pain, so much pain, years of separation and finally truly accepting you are gone, reuniting and growing once more only to now having their whole lives turned upside down.

Being claimed by the entity and dragged to this awful place. After all they've been through it has been a wild enough ride trying to get a handle on it, on the rules and how it worked and killing again and thinking, asking, why, why, why them but now here you are.

Of course.

The once wasn’t enough, even if it wasn’t on their minds or yours we all know why, killing you once was terrible, the worst and most painful thing any of you had been through, so bringing you here, reuniting you all and them having to kill you over and over as you are forced to exist here? Forced to do trials and that awful song and dance to entertain the fucked up crab God or whatever you want to call it, of course, is there a worse punishment?

But none of you are thinking of that.

They start talking, both at once, rushing and talking over each other, rambling and you can catch a few words, your name and apologies and that they can’t believe it’s your, is it really you? On and on and you step forward, put a hand on each of them and say "I forgive you."

You.

Sweet and perfect and wonderful you, the very first thing you say to them after all this time apart and after dying by their hands, unintentionally but still by their hands all the same, you forgive them. They both stop immediately the second you have your hands on them but you say those three words, “I forgive you.”

You were too much.

Better than either of them felt they deserved.

“You forgive us?”

You nodded, hands gripped tighter, you tugged closer as you started your own rambling, “Of course! I-I dunno how to begin to explain it all but yes, being here, I thought about you both so much and I know I wasn’t who was supposed to be there, I know you never would have done that if you’d known it was me.” You were tearing up, “I missed you both, haven’t stopped thinking about you and you’re here! You’re here now-”

And then they couldn’t help it, scooping you up, and you were right where you should be, between them, pressed in the middle and they both confirmed it, one right after the other, “We’re here now.”

You enjoyed the closeness, it wasn’t even close enough, you tugged and buried closer in the middle, Billy’s arms around your waist and his face to the side of your neck and Stu’s hands on your sides and his nose pressed to the top of your head and he inhaled and sighed out, “Y/n, fuck, you still smell like-well like you.” He sounded nearly overcome with feeling.

“More than that, she still looks the same.” He pulled back a little as he asked, “How is that possible?”

“Time here is fucked, hard to keep track of, I wanna say it’s been around-a year? I’m not sure though.” You moved back a bit too, hands came up, started to wander, just trying to really take it in, your mind reeling with that thought, over and over, “They are here, it’s them, I can feel them, touch them, it’s them, it’s them, it’s them-” but what you say is, “But it’s been so much longer for you both, you look good, older-” You smiled, “-but good. How long has it been?”

“Ten years.” Stu said and your hands faltered, repeating it, “Ten years?”

You wondered why now. Why it waited so long to take them but it wasn’t like it mattered, they were here now. “Longest ten years ever.” Billy muttered and you smiled again, “I bet. How’d you two get along without me?”

And the conversation continued. Soon you were seated in the grass with them. Leaning back onto Stu’s chest as he sat with his back to a tree, his legs open, Billy was right there, head on your shoulder, holding your hand, fingers laced together, a position that felt so comfortable and familiar, one of the countless ways you would all sit and they told you everything.

About the fallout, what people said, how your family handled it, how they broke up and just all of it. There was laughing and crying and somewhere along the way you had gotten even closer. You on your knees, hand on Stu’s face, “I’m so fucking sorry for all of it-”

You kissed him and didn’t let up, kissing over his face and telling him softly over and over, “It’s okay, it’s okay, M’ here. I forgive you.”

You reached out and your fingers threaded in Billy’s hair and you pulled him closer and kissed him before telling him the same, “You too, I do, I forgive you, I meant it the first time I said it and I mean it now.”

Their hands on you and they started to kiss you too, laying affection over any exposed skin they could reach, face, neck, shoulders, it felt good, better than you have felt since you got to this God forsaken place. Stu’s hands were slipping under your tank top and Billy was right behind you now, his hands on your hips and you leaned back into him, head rested on his shoulder as you looked up to him, “I never stopped loving either of you, even when you ran the knife into me, I still fucking loved you.”

It was fucked up but it was true, you couldn’t help it, you had it so bad for them, the same way they did for you, even after all this time. And none of you could help it, no need to communicate it, you all were practically radiating that same energy of “I need you.”

You all took. Kissing and touching, hands roamed and clothes were shed along with more tears and so many affirmations. Billy’s hand between your legs, touching you and whispering in your ear, “I love you, so fucking much, I’m never letting you go again I promise.” as Stu had your tank top pulled up and bra tugged down, his mouth on your tits, mumbling into your soft skin, “Never again, you’re ours, baby.”

You couldn’t hold back the moan you let out, rocking into Billy’s hand and arching more into Stu’s mouth, “M’ yours, always been yours, always will be-”

God, to be theirs was the best thing you ever were, endlessly and utterly thankful to be theirs and in turn have them be yours.

The fact that they still cared this much and loved you in this fashion, even after all this time had passed for them did not go unnoticed by you, it made you feel things you hadn’t in so long, things you thought you might never get to feel again. Positive emotions were hard to come by in this place, you thought a lot of that goodness was something you had to say goodbye to and would never befall you again. Yet here you were, proven blissfully and thankfully wrong.

They didn’t stop, until you were totally naked and hardly able to talk, nearly sobbing from how good it felt and how long it had been. Stu’s mouth and fingers playing with your sensitive nipples, licking and soft bites and pulling on them and Billy had two fingers buried in you, rocking in and out and grinding against your clit, legs trembling, gasping out, their names, “Billy! Stu! Fuck! Pl-please, don’t stop-”

Billy’s other hand was on your hip, pace was so steady, he sounded almost as breathless as you, “I won’t, not till you push me away. C’mon, it’s been ages, I need it, cum for us babe.”

The tone he took, it truly sounded like he needed it just as badly as you did, as if it was his pleasure and then it happened, swept over you and took hold and you cannot remember the last time you’d felt like this, last time had to have been between them but that seemed like forever ago.

One hand was gripping Billy’s shoulder as you came, clenching down on his fingers, rocking down onto his hand, “Shit! Bi-Billy! Yesss-” he groaned too, he and Stu had talked about this so many times.

About how this view was their favorite, you cumming because of what they did to you, the way you would arch and buck and gasp their names and moan, how you would tense, they wanted to keep going, had to get their fill, were going to make you cum over and over. You were barely over it and Stu so hard, pressed to you as he begged, “God, me next, please, I wanna make her cum.”

“Go for it.” Stu loved to pleasure you and Billy loved getting to see him do it nearly as much as he enjoyed doing it himself, loved seeing how he could make you break apart.

You were adjusted, tugged and shifted until you were over Stu’s face and the first pass of his tongue made you cry out, “Ah! Stu-” His hands on your hips, making you grind down onto his tongue, “Mmmmf I missed this tongue.”

You admitted breathlessly with a laugh. He ate you out, messily, greedily, he breathed against your soaked slit, “Missed this cunt.” Tongue ran with such care through your folds and over your straining clit, he focused in on it, swirling over it and humming, he loved the taste of you and the feeling made you squirm for him.

His lips closed around it and he sucked, hands now kneading your ass, you were still so sensitive from your previous orgasm, it made your legs tremble, you aren’t able to quiet yourself. It is overwhelming, panting, moaning, begging, you aren’t sure what for, just broken words of “More!” and “Please!” and their names, you just can’t help saying their names the same way they can’t help saying yours. It feels great, just feels amazing to let it roll off your tongues, moans and sweet sighs of pleasure.

You are already getting close from Stu’s mouth working you so well, you are shaking and Billy has been touching you, fingers lightly tracing over your skin, whispering more praise and sweetness in your ear and was getting much more worked up, so close to you, listening to you. Soon you feel it, he has pulled himself out, so hard, prodding against you, one hand on your throat as he mumbled to you, “I need to have you.”

“Please, please, please fuck me, Billy-” You begged and Stu’s hands still on your ass are spreading you open, still licking and sucking your clit, you were leaking down onto Stu’s chin and looked so damn inviting, he could barely process he was really here, that you were here, he thought he’d lost you forever and now he was with you, about to slide inside. He needed a moment, he was poised right at your dripping entrance, teased your hole, the heat coming off of you was nearly breathtaking alone. Hands on your shoulders he moved his hips forward, slid inside and it made him groan, long and low and you moaned in kind, almost matching him. He was so thick, you hadn’t been stretched like this in so long.

He held inside of you, he didn’t want to move yet. Even though it had been years, you made him feel just like you had back then in this moment, as if no time had passed, as if he was still an over excited teenager who needed to hold back or he’d cum way too fast. You felt like heaven, so hot and slick, tight and pulsing around him, you’d already been getting close from Stu’s mouth alone and now with him inside, you were flexing around him, eyes squeezed shut, one hand in Stu’s hair as you ground your clit on his tongue, “Mmmf, Billy, Billyyy, need you to move, so close! Please?”

“Goddamn, hold on, if-if you don’t give me a second here I won’t last.” His own breathing was heavy and labored and you shook your head, “Don’t care. Need it. Fill me-”

You adjusted yourself, tilting forward, Stu moved with you, not breaking his stride as he licked your clit, your hand not in Stu’s hair was placed on the tree in front of you, using it to help aid you as you moved back. Bucking back, fucking yourself on Billy, Stu sucking on your clit, his hands slid up to your hips, helped you, moving you back onto Billy who’s grip was almost too tight on your shoulders. “Baby, holy shit yes-”

Billy’s head tipped back with a moan, he couldn’t hold back now, he fucked forward when you moved back, met you in the middle and he hit that spot inside just so and you came for the second time, nearly sobbing. “Lo-love you! So much, both of-of you, oh God!”

You cumming sealed the deal and Billy found his end as well, came raw right inside, holding deep as he could manage, walls were hugging him so tightly it felt phenomenal to spill himself into you.

Best orgasm he had in years by far.

Leaves him without words, all he can do during his dizzying come down his kiss along the side of your face and throat, when he has finally sucked down enough air, his orgasm so intense he had essentially forgotten to breathe, he is returning the affection you gave, softly and laced with emotion, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Stu’s mouth finally relented, his head fell back and he was shifting under you, he begged, he was desperate, in need of some relief, some stimulation, in need of you. “C’mon, I’m so hard it fuckin’ hurts.”

Billy pulled out slowly, almost hissing as he did, he hated leaving you but he needed to see Stu have you almost as much as he needed it.

Billy and you helped, took care of his clothes and soon you were on your back, your arms open and Stu was on top of you and he kissed you. His face was still wet, you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue and loved it. He didn’t linger, the need too much, he slipped inside in one smooth motion and you tensed, arching up into him, a sharp inhale, his name falling from your tongue and he groaned your name back. You still messy and stuffed with Billy’s cum was perfect. Billy watched, right there, watching as Stu slid into you and how you both reacted to it.

He was looking down at your face, they both were, the way your brows knitted together, lips parted, eyes clouded with lust and pleasure as he pulled back and moved forward again, filling you, “Stu.” You breathed, nails running down his arms, “Mmf so fucking big, dunno how I can take it after so long.”

He loved when you talked like that.

Laid on the praise about how big his cock was, talking about how you could barely handle it, your words made him thrust harder, quicker, made something else ache in his chest, he’d missed you so much. He couldn’t help but think of the last time he touched you, how cold you were, how wrong it felt and now, it was all fixed. You looked so alive, sounded and smelt like how you should, skin was burning hot and you were breathing, moaning his name, calling to him, saying such lovely things he can’t stop it. Face in the crook of your neck he lets himself be taken over with it, a few tears slipping out as he has you. He can’t last either, you can tell, he wants to feel you break apart again but he can’t help himself, can’t slow down or stop, and then when you start begging. “Do it, Stu, please, cum in me, please, please-”

As much as he wanted to he couldn’t stop it, your words and you wrapping your legs around him, pulling him ever closer, he did just as you begged and came into you, fucking through it, crying against you as he does. So much is inside it leaks out around him and starts to drip into the dirt under you.

The three of you end up leaning against that tree again, all catching your breath, you admitted, “That was almost unbelievable.”

“This whole thing is.” Billy said, his eyes were closed, he was enjoying the closeness, not warning to move an inch away from you, his hand in yours, Stu was on the other side of you, “I honestly don’t wanna question it too much. I’m still terrified I’m gonna wake up to find out this was all some long dream.”

“I swear it’s not. You are both here.” You sighed softly and pulled their hands up, kisses pressed to the backs of their hands.

You all took that in. You were here. Together.

You weren’t sure how this would work or how it was going to go, but you didn’t care. It wouldn’t be easy, it would probably be hell, but none of you cared, none of you thought about that right now. Three of you could figure out the logistics and how you would steal moments of intimacy and little pieces of what you used to have in between the hard times, it would help carry you through, you’d do whatever the fucked up God of this world wanted just to make that happen.

You would deal with the reality of it soon enough but for right now you were at peace, in between them, just as you should be, Billy and Stu and you.

[sekceesimps]

Dwight and Jake w/ a bold S/O  HC

Here are some DBD head canons of Dwight and Jake (separately) with a survivor S/O that’s just too bold during trials 

a/n thanks for the request anon! I hope you like it (I also hope you don’t mind if I ended up changing the prompt a little for Jake). I got so excited when we got a DBD request, I love that game. Also, please continue sending requests y’all

sincerely Coffee

Dwight Fairfield  (my bby boi) 

- Having a brave S/O scares this soft leader boy so much. He worries for you all the time during trials. Having you taunt killers can get too much for him sometimes. He refuses to leave your side during trials together. Always goes for your save and takes protection hits. 

- But if you two do get separated it gets rough pretty fast. As a survivor you’re much more on the bold and altruistic side. Going so far as to chase down the killers yourself. 

- One of the worst killers you’ve ever gone against is the Legion. You’re fast, but when Frank goes into frenzy sometimes it’s too much even for you. 

- You had been taunting him all match. Throwing down pallets, looping him around bales of hay. At this point he stopped caring about kicking gens and hooking other survivors, only targeting you. 

- Once it gets down to just the gates needing to be opened with no sacrifices yet, he gets really pissed off. You’re already in the injured state and hoping for someone else to get him off your back when you realize that this mf has NOED. 

- After he downs and hooks you, Dwight will be coming to your save. Frank will probably be camping you, but thank God your man has Borrowed Time. 

- However, once you two get to the gate, just as you’re teabagging him one last time he slashes at your face as you leave back to camp. 

- For whatever reason, because you always attack the killers, the entity decides not to heal that final slash on your face. it’s going to still be bleeding as you’re thrust into another trial with Dwight. He’s going to be so worried. His darling is hurt and upset after all. 

- You make it out fine that time, but now that trial is over and the bleeding is stopped you can see that there’s going to be a nasty scar. 

- He doesn’t mind that you have a scar. He’s scared because he knows it represents your bravery and pride during trials. 

- You thought he was protective before? He’s going to get way more protective now. If a killer is even looking in your direction he’s going to leap in front of you so that you can get out of there

- Of course you won’t leave him for dead. The scar on your face motivates you to be quicker and bolder than before, much to Dwight’s dismay. 

- If you’re upset about the scar, Dwight will definitely leave soft kisses on it and let you know how much he loves you. Being in the entity’s realm means that there is no safety and rest, but he tries to give you as much comfort and love as humanely possible. 

-  Dwight will BEG you to stop being as bold as you are though. You try to ease up for him. Definitely rewards you with cuddles after trials if you didn’t teabag a killer. This boy loves you, stop giving him heart attacks. 

Jake Park

- Jake doesn’t consider himself to be a bold survivor, he prefers to survive and help his teammates quietly

- Which is why when you two are in a match together it’s always ending with both of you escaping. You try to keep killers away from him as he and your other teammates do gens. You’d say that you’re pretty good at evading too.

- He’s honestly terrified whenever you get hooked, he knows you’ll come back to camp good as new, but he’s still scared. He loves you too much. 

- Whenever you get hooked, he has your back and will always rescue your ass. Will be very proud of you though whenever other survivors compliment your evading skills. 

- In a match with Ghostface things were starting to get nasty. He had already Mori-ed David and Jake had already been hooked. It brought out this protective part of you and led you to keep Ghostface away from your man

- You had been tea bagging and taunting him pretty badly. Eventually it gets to the point that in a fit of anger, Danny just slashes brutally at your face while you vault towards him 

- Unfortunately, you weren’t quick enough to avoid it and it leads to blood pouring down your face from your forehead to your jaw. You finish up the match bleeding profusely

- At some points though when you’re looping The Ghostface around you can’t really see. It looks bad when Jake glances at you. Your entire face is covered in blood and your hair is caked crimson, but you refuse to slow up, trying to protect him. 

- when you eventually do get back to the fireplace. He’ll try cleaning you up the best he can. He’s normally so calm and cool but the sight of your blood covered face sends him into so much panic. 

- After you get cleaned up and it’s apparent that the wound will scar he vows to never leave your side. The incident really solidifies his need to protect you

- He thinks the scar is kind of badass and always gives you words of reassurance if you’re feeling insecure. He'll give you light kisses on your forehead on occasion. Lots of stroking your hair and just pulling you close to his chest. 

- If you ever get in a match with Ghostface again he’ll be working harder to mess with him than usual. Jake always has your back

[highdwightofmylife]

Rules/Guidelines

Figured it was about time to make one of these. Y'know, a proper one instead of the placeholder Google Doc.

Important

Only three characters per headcannon request.

But that doesn't mean you're only allowed to send one ask. Send as many as you want! Please don't feel like you're bothering me because I get so happy when people send me asks!!

Honestly please talk to me I thrive on social interaction despite being an anxious baby I am a mess

I tend to do a somewhat gender neutral s/o, but you're more than welcome to request specifics. Doesn't matter to me.

There is no schedule for posting. I get an ask, I do when I get time, and then I immediately post it.

MOST of my stuff is SFW, and anything that isn't will be appropriately tagged and labelled. It's also usually pretty tame anyway.

Who/What I Write For:

NEW ADDITIONS STARRED!! 

All DBD survivors, inluding all DLC and Licenced chapters).

All DBD killers (except Freddy for personal reasons)

Bubba Sawyer (but you can specify whether you want DBD or OG TCM Bubba).

Michael Myers (I tend to go for OG and DBD)

Ghostface (including DBD Danny, as well as Scream's Billy and Stu).

The Pig/Amanda Young

Jason Voorhees

Thomas Hewitt

Bo, Vincent and Lester Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Pyramid Head (DBD and OG)

Anyone from the first outlast game and DLC. (Eddie, Miles, Waylon, Chris--- you name it).

Demogorgan, but only as platonic.

Most Resident Evil characters

Who I Won't Write For:

Freddy Krueger

I just can't write well for them for some reason. Sorry!

I will not write:

Anything that makes me uncomfortable, but I will let you know if that's the case and won't outright delete an ask.

Un-consensual relations

Incest/paedophilia/anything of that nature

Pregnancy (specifically the act of giving birth because the idea of a living thing coming out of you activates my gag reflex, but I might be able to swing for a few hcs of carrying the kiddo and then caring for it once it's. Evacuated your flesh prison.)

I try to make sure my stuff has trigger warnings if needed, but please don't hesitate to ask if you'd like me to start tagging something you don't like. I'm very chill and accommodating!!

This might change later and characters can be added sometimes. I just needed to get this out! Love you guys! ✨✨♥️

[starsandspicedpeaches]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Is Pinhead’s current state in dbd a little wonky and might need some nerfing? Probably. Do I not give a shit because I’m wet af for him and want him to mori my bussy to hell and back? Most certainly.

37 notes • Posted 2021-08-17 19:09:44 GMT

#4

The best takes on Laurie and Michael are wlw-mlm hostility

50 notes • Posted 2021-02-25 17:57:02 GMT

#3

Dbd Killer Personality Headcanons (Pt. 2)

Since so many of you seemed to like the last post I figured I’d go ahead and write some more! If you haven’t read the original I’ll leave the link at the bottom so you can check it out. Again, these are just my personal ideas so if you don’t like them you don’t have to accept them. If you are interested in hearing more or have a more specific idea or situation you’d like me to write about feel free to send an ask!

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Herman Carter (The Doctor)- Was always smiling even before his face got fucked up so if you want to know what he’s actually thinking you’ll need to read his eyes. He lives to show off how smart he his and likes to play stupid mind games with people to do it, but he will easily fall for childish jokes like quickly saying, “loserssaywhat” and be absolutely furious about it. He possesses the world’s shittest handwriting and half the time can’t even tell what he was trying to write, but he’ll pretend he did it on purpose or make fun of people for not being able to read it. He has odd little rules about how he organizes things or works on projects and expects everyone else to just know these rules and follow them and will be shocked when you don’t.

Lisa Sherwood (The Hag)- While she wasn’t the greatest in school she does possess immense street smarts and interpersonal ability. She’s capable of making fun of someone right in front of them without them realizing and will do this to amuse herself. People often mistake her to be old due to her appearance, but she gladly plays into the crazy granny role only for people to lose their minds when they realize she’s actually a teenager. When talking she’ll often jump from topic to topic with seemingly no link and has a terrifying capability to get into places she shouldn’t. 

Adiris (The Plague)- Generally seems to be confident and in control of everything happening around her but actually has no clue what the fuck she’s doing and just goes with her gut. She’s a fantastic liar and while she generally seems apathetic to those around her, she actually cares about them immensely and is worried about failing them. She’s generally chill (though slightly passive aggressive) but if you manage to piss her off she will gladly beat the everloving shit out of you. Adiris doesn’t start fights, but she can most certainly end them. 

Caleb Quinn (The Deathslinger)- Tends to act stoic and solemn when you first meet him, but he has an intense chaotic streak and will definitely get into shenanigans stupid enough to rival legion. He has a tendency to attract people with baggage so he almost always has a little bit of his own found family wherever he goes, and once he has deemed you a part of that he will provide you with whatever you need and obliterate anyone who so much as looks at you funny. Caleb is possibly the smartest of the killers, but only really uses his intelligence to screw around or fuck with other killers who think they’re above the rest. He would definitely be the kid in school who never shows up to class and never pays attention when he does, and still is the only one to ace it. He tends to underreact to anything that is a big deal and overreact to little things like finding a cool bug. 

Talbot Grimes (The Blight)- Before his transformation he always seemed rather blindly optimistic and unaware of what was going on around him and apathetic to the people he hurt. Even after the injection he often seems zoned out in his own little world, but the happiness is no longer there. He will devote complete focus to tasks and objects for hours on end, sometimes even days, but when he is in trials he is almost hypersensitive to the world around him noticing even the slightest change. He is extremely distrusting of people and while he’ll interact with them it is shallow and he won’t form bonds. He is often unaware of physical sensation and almost immune to pain, even more so when he’s focused on a goal.

Part I // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 (Legion) // Part 5

62 notes • Posted 2021-02-15 23:45:42 GMT

#2

Did anyone else notice how in The Collector Asa seemed totally chill up until Arkin called him a f*ggot? Like, he was perfectly fine with being called a bitch, Arkin ruining his traps, and freeing the people he captured, but that slur was where the line was crossed.

The Collector says, “Gay rights”.

105 notes • Posted 2021-02-27 22:38:35 GMT

#1

Lenzshire Headcanon: Brahms is amazed by how many voices Billy can do and will have Billy sit and do different ones for hours, laughing and cheering at all his favorites. There is one he can’t stand though and that’s when Billy starts using his own child voice. Brahms hides in the walls for nearly a week and won’t talk to Billy until he promises to never use his child voice again.

While Brahms tends not to be violent with Billy, Billy’s child voice is 100% grounds for attack.

162 notes • Posted 2021-05-24 22:56:03 GMT

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