#survivor yandere

[bigassmoth]

Something so enticing about a post-apocalypse yandere

Someone dependable who you know will never ice you over resources or possible death. Its scary at times, they seem to consider killing you so "you wouldnt have to endure anymore", but their intense affection for you always wins out.

They dont let you do any dangerous work, so you are put in charge of the base camp. There is only the two of you- and there will never be anyone else. Your companion cannot share you- but they will insist its because outsiders will be a liability and ultimately betray you. So socially isolated you assume your companion has good intentions. When they touch your face, tuck your hair behind your ear, inhale your scent when they hug you- contact they want before they leave the safety of the base. You are lonely too, which is why you let them slide into bed with you and wrap their scarred arms around you. So desperate for human contact that you feel yourself getting wet and hot when their breath tickles your ear.

"Ah...you should have told me. No- it's my fault that I didnt notice sooner." Their voice is so soft and gentle- a voice that has walked you through so much panic and grief. Their rough hands are on you, stroking your legs and ass at a slow pace.

"We should do this...so you can get some sleep." Their fingers dip into your underwear. You dont know how much time passed and how many shuddering orgasms you unleashed with your body pinned between theirs and the wall. Their fingers worked you again and again with a lazy roughness- a result of their marred skin and dexterity. While their mouth lavished your neck with gentle but wet kisses.

Any number of excuses pop up. They join you in the shower, they pull you into their lap during breakfast, they steal your attention from your games.

"To keep your stress down"..."To make sure youre healthy"..."Mental enrichment"..."To save on water"

Of course you dont need any excuse when you kiss the corner of their mouth and ask them to fuck you into oblivion.

As time wears on and resources bounce back from a lack of predation while nature reclaims the space, your survival is easier. They scavange for toys as your lazy days have facilitated frequent fornification.

What you will never know is the number of other survivors they encountered. Some matched their wariness and they parted with a mutual understanding. Most were friendly- wanting to tag along with them or recruit them to their group after witnessing their survivor skills. "Of course we always welcome more hands! Are you traveling with anyone else?" They dont answer, no one needs to know about you. Persistant individuals are killed- they dont trust that some annoying liability wont follow them back to you and attempt to persuade you directly.

When they come back they are extra clingy. Burying themself into your embrace as soon as they have cleaned up. Your gentle hands on their scalp and back, your concerned voice.

"If we ever met other survivors, would you want to join them?" You assume they are distressed after another isolating experience outside.

"Hm, if you trusted them then yes I would. It would certainly lessen your workload." You comfort them, "Im sure we will meet someone at some point. It cant possibly be only us."

They take your comfort in a different direction. Its fine that they killed that enthusiastic man today- because they didnt trust them. You wouldnt mind living with out people, so there was no other survivors they could ever trust. Elimination was necessary.

They grumble their agreement while falling asleep against you. Your complaints about needing to get up and make dinner fall on deaf ears. Once they feel like it they will prepare food, lovingly provide and care for you the way that only they are allowed to.

[5eraphim]

Okay so this has been stuck in my head for WEEKS and I finally decided to stop bein scared and ask you to write about it lol

So as a DBD player, I got to thinking that it would be kinda cool if survivors could fight the killer even if it was just once per round and then this scenario popped into my head.

How would Killer react to Survivor!Reader biting them as a defense/distraction/etc? My favs are The Shape, The Executioner, and The Mastermind! Headcannons would be amazing but if you could maybe branch out to make one a one-shot kinda deal? Maybe NSFW if you feel spicy?

P.S your writing and fics LITERALLY give me life YOU’RE SO GOOD 😭🧡

My deepest apologies for how long this has been rotting in my inbox, I thought this prompt was a lot of fun, and again, I'm sorry it took forever for me to get around to answering this. Hope you enjoy all the same!

Characters: Michael Meyers, Albert Wesker, Pyramid Head (Dead By Daylight)

Rating: R (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE!!)

Content Warnings: Yandere, smut, noncon, stalking, choking, violence, sacrificed to the entity, predator/prey dynamics, obsession, sadism and masochism, reader is kept gender neutral

Word Count: 1.6k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

The Shape

It's almost too predictable for a killer like Michael Myers to wind up in a situation like this. As the survivor he brought with him into the entity's realm made physical payback, her signature, Micheal can't help but attract the "feisty" type.

A man hiding behind a mask, Michael competes with fierce determination and an almost primal compulsion to hunt, stalk, and slaughter like no other. Of the three, Myers would be the most likely to anticipate physical retribution from a survivor, according to him, all part of the hunt. 

Myers prefers to remain hidden by shadows as long as possible, awaiting his perfect opportunity to go in for a decisive kill. But remaining hidden in the dark is a luxury you don't have at your disposal on account of being Myer's obsession.

You didn't want it to come to this. Even before the match started, you prayed to fight any killer, but Myers, your disappointment only grew as you realized minutes later that you were his obsession.

The idea of fighting back physically was a spur-of-the-moment decision; you knew you only had one chance of pulling this off, and if you missed, your fate would be sealed. You usually weren't one to opt for such a risky strategy, but you were too blinded by your fear of Myers. You would do anything to get away.

Even though you couldn't see him, you could feel Myers' eyes locked in on you, no doubt following and trailing you from behind. The paranoia was torture, but you forced yourself to stay strong and ignore Myers, to focus solely on supporting your team. 

When Myers inevitably tracked you down and caught you after getting distracted by something else, you had so much pent-up nervous aggression that you couldn't hold back your body's instinct to fight back.

Fear overtook any lingering traces of rationality as you struggled blindly against Myers, but you had just enough determination reserved to take aim and fire a single punch, aiming for his head, landing against the cheek of the mask; it was just enough to disorient him long enough for you to wriggle free.

Despite the offense, Myers didn't think you had it in you to fight back like that. It excited him! As though you were holding back on him before, and now you were starting to fight back like you really meant it!

After enduring the pressure of being his obsession and succumbing to the fear of it all, you little humanity left to hold onto, almost nothing but your primal fight or flight instincts; it was truly a beautiful sight for him to behold.

The next time he cornered you, Myers decided he ought to follow your lead, only instead of going for your head, he would go for your throat, not with the knife, but with his hand.

And for just a moment, he'd keep you there. Only needing one hand around your throat to keep your entire body pinned into place on the wall behind you. Wood planks made contact with your back at odd angles, the dull pain radiating up and down your spine as you were face to face with Myers, close enough to hear his breathing behind the mask while he observed your face- knowing you believed he was seconds away from slitting your throat. 

Likely, as Myers holds you in such a compromising position, he takes out all his own pent-up frustrations on you. Leaving bitemarks all over your neck and shoulders while he quickly shreds the clothes from your body.

Just as you gave into primal fight-or-flight instincts, he was giving into his own primal urges. He'd won the hunt, and now it was time to let his libido take charge. Half-undressed, he ruts against you, and you can hear his heartbeat racing. Maybe even feel his body warming as his blood flows rapidly, but he remains as silent as a corpse.

After having his fun, Myers will take great pleasure in sacrificing you to the entity. Even if he couldn't take down everyone on your team before this, the opportunity to sacrifice his obsession in such a thrilling bloodbath overshadowed any regular trial as a ruthless killer. 

The Mastermind

It wouldn't take more than an instance of fighting back physically against him for Wesker to decide to hunt you down right away. He would've never suspected another survivor would be bold enough to try something like this on him. Wesker wants to know what makes you think you're strong enough to try something like this.

His reaction would be determined primarily by what point in the trial you try this.

Albert might think it's insufficient enough to ignore if it's early or if he's doing well.

But given how infamous of a hothead he can be, more often than not, any time you try this, expect to be met with hostility.

Wants to see you go from physically resistant to begging him for mercy. On the outside, he pretends to see brats like you as nothing but a petty annoyance to be dealt with, but on the inside, he absolutely loves doing this; keeping the weak in check is how he stays strong.

Wesker doesn't exactly get any legitimate pleasure from being hurt, but he will tap into the pain when fighting back. He does this partly out of loyalty and obligation to the entity but equally out of a petty vengeance to hurt you back twice as hard as you hurt him.

Wesker waits patiently before fighting back, taking care of those annoying teammates first to give you his undivided attention. As well as strategically lying in wait after the confrontation before striking while your guard is down. 

The very first thing Wesker does after tracking you down is wounding you exactly where you hurt him, though he's sure not to let you go until he's drawn blood.

Don't expect him to show you any mercy from here. Might go as far as pushing you down, wiping his shoes against your back as you writhe below, trying to squirm out from under his boot.

It's good foreplay for him, seeing the foolish survivor who dared to fight back, bleeding and barely alive. He won't fuck you in the muck for his own sake, of course. Wesker will push you up against a wall face first while he is taking you from behind.

If he's feeling especially good after sweeping a trial, he might leave you with just enough life to hold onto while you crawl to the hatch. More likely, you won't live long after such a brutal session. But even if you don't die, Wesker will be sure to leave you so beaten and tormented you'll regret trying to fight him like that and won't want to try again. Even if Wesker secretly hopes you will.

The Executioner

While the others welcome the resistance, even if only to crush it, Pyramid Head would likely resent you for trying to physically challenge the killer and disrupt the natural order of things. It was an injustice, and it was imperative to punish you for this.

Imagine playing as a "Gen-Jockey" survivor, the kind of teammate who provides the bare minimum to the rest of the team, putting your own survival above the lives of your teammates, the type of survivor Pyramid Head hated the most. A coward.

All that to say, it was an extreme shock after he cornered you and felt your teeth sinking into the exposed flesh above his glove. 

While you were combative and aggressive now, Pyramid Head knew you couldn't keep this up forever. You were, to him, nothing but a coward deep down. Even if you wanted to pretend like you had any real fight of your own, it wouldn't be long before you surrendered to your own exhaustion. Perhaps he was even doing this as his way of offering you a "fair shot" to find your way out before he got his hands on you. Like he would ever let that happen.

Since you tried to bite him earlier, he'd punish you by fucking you from behind, bent over a broken desk crushing your face against the hardwood surface. He was an inescapable force while you were powerless to stop any of this from below.

Would only give into his beastial nature to hurt and fuck you if he's already managed to kill the rest of your team. It's not his style to slaughter his obsession until he's taken care of the others, and he doesn't want to let anyone pass by without judgment.

If he doesn't get this opportunity during the trial, Pyramid Head will fantasize about killing you off last while staying buried inside you, feeling your pathetic body crumbling and going limp beneath him.

Paradoxical feelings of sadism and protectiveness for you as Pyramid Head is obsessed with being the only one alloweed to hurt you, judge your soul, or torture you. But all this cruelty is undermined by his motivation to keep you from getting hurt by others.

He is most likely to let you live after making love because the instant gratification of an orgasm, as well as the satisfaction of punishing you himself, will keep him from sending you up to the entity. 

Consider this Pyramid Head's very niche kind of post-nut clarity.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yanderes in a Zombie Apocalypse...The Kind Survivor

Imagine the zombie apocalypse starts and suddenly the entire world itself is turned upside down. Those who survive are the ones who can adapt quickly or be lucky enough to be dragged by the former. You re some of the few that adapt turning everyday items into tools and weapons to guarantee your survival. While you could go at it alone you don’t. Shaking your coworker or classmate out of their horror-stricken state and saving them from being eaten. 

“Hey you better move it or you’ll end up just like them.”

Maybe you know you’ll be lonely or that you can’t leave someone behind or maybe it's because it's them. Always so forthcoming and so kind to you before the world turned into this. Maybe you consider this payback for their hospitality, either way, you’re leading them away from the danger to regroup somewhere safe.

“T-thank you (Y/n).”

“It's fine, Wendall. Just keep moving we can’t rest here.”

“Right!”

He’s the Kind Survivor, the one who holds onto his sweet, trusting persona. Leaving you to be the untrusting hardened protector. Your roles become clear as you unwillingly are added to a group of fellow survivors. Of course, it’s him who proposes staying with the team still silently accepting your unspoken alliance. Even when the group discards your opinion for their own plan, he advocates for them, soothing your anger.

“I don’t trust them Wendy!”

“(Y/n) we can’t do this alone! We have to trust in them!”

“Until we can’t. What do you plan to do then?!”

“T-then we can leave. Okay (Y/n)...I’ll start thinking about us….about you more okay?”

“Thanks… I’ll be more open-minded.”

For a while, this will work, with your Kind Survivor becoming an important voice in the group while you gain their respect and reverie. Wendall couldn’t be happier, falling into a sense of normalcy as he watches you grow emotionally. For a while, this feels right. 

But this doesn’t last.

The first betrayal ruins him opens his eyes. One selfish member's actions put everyone at risk but who suffers the most is you. Led out on a fool’s errand only to be swarmed and backed into a corner. Nothing but your wits and survival instincts to let you lead the remaining scouts with you. You’re holed up in a roof for days, forced to stay quiet, stave your hunger, and remain vigilant. As you hoped, Wendall and the surviving group arrive with food and medicine as everyone reunites.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!”

“Hey, Wendy.”

“Oh, my–(Y/n) you can’t believe how happy I am to see you!”

“...I trusted you’d come…and you did.”

No one’s more happy to be reunited than your Kind Survivor who doesn’t dare relay the frustrating tale of that one’s betrayal. Only holding you close and rubbing his face against your head as he burns your scent into his memory all over again. It's another member who tells you while Wendall lasor focuses on checking you for any and all injuries. You don’t seem all that perturbed–your inclination to trust the others was right—all was well. Sure there was betrayal but you didn’t like that one member much at all so it wasn’t much of a deal to you. The same cannot be said for your Kind Survivor.

“I’m okay Wendy. I’m fine.”

“You haven’t eaten in days I wouldn’t call that fine.” 

“Wendy I–”

“Hush. Eat before anything…please.”

He’s still so sweet. Always so kind. But something's…amiss. The other members feel he’s not the same. Those on midnight watch find his eyes staring at your resting form, not even moving away when they joke with him. When he does turn to look at them, there’s something fiery, something dark lingering behind those eyes before he hides them with his typical amicable smile. They begin to fear him.

“Ah, Wendall-san?”

“What is it? Jjitjg?”

“Uh, nothing never mind.”

The members have a right to. Wendall is dealing with an anger he’s hardly ever experienced. All his life had been a constant string of highs—working his dream job, meeting you, getting to hang out with you. But then the world turned mad which didn’t initially scare him as much as it should. Somehow being saved and haphazardly comforted by you it still wasn’t so bad. He thought the same when you both joined the group. But when that one member betrayed the whole team it shattered him. How could they?! Leaving his (Y/n) out there! When they so courageously followed the so-called leader on this goose chase!? What was his baby doing now while they simply huddled in fear of that one?! How were you feeling being so far for so long?! 

He? He was dying. 

Would you be disgusted that your Kind Survivor was truly contemplating letting all the others die while he went to search for you? Disgusted in knowing that it was he who was behind that one’s sudden psychosis? He didn’t care!

But when he saw your smiling face he was relieved but still fuming. This..band of wretches was why you were bedded for a week. These worthless meat sacks were using up the supplies meant to take care of you. These fleas were eating all the food that should have rightfully belonged to you.

It was a rising resentment. Pushed down and suffocated every time so that he could steer this group right and properly encourage your latest streak of compassion. It made you so much more integral to the group, as a protector and a leader. 

It made his skin crawl. He was so proud of you.

It was another member’s incompetence that puts the nail in the coffin–the entire group’s coffins. Since the death of your old leader the group was out of sync; squabbling and running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Of course, the most incompetent one volunteered for the role; forcefully pressuring the others to follow their lead. It led to chaos. The chaos that relied on you to save everyone again. Again, forcing you to risk your life.

“This–this–this is the second time–”

“That I’ve survived the impossible? Don’t know, guess I’m just the best human shield there is.”

“No! This is the second time you’ve almost died because of them! I can’t–I can’t!”

He snaps. 

You can calm your Kind Survivor all you like but the damage has been done. He’ll bow and apologize to everyone who’s witnessed it. But he’s not sorry. He’s determined. At a moment's notice, he fights to free you from them even if you resist. Physically you might be able to overpower him but he shouldn’t be underestimated. After all your Kind Survivor has learned so much. So many ways to subdue you, so many ways to trick the group; running off with you will be easy. With so much time to plan he’ll get his plan off without a hitch. 

By the time he’s done, you’ll both be miles away from the ruins that were this ragtag team.

“I’m sorry (Y/n)...I thought we’d be safe with others. Now I know we’re better off on our own; where only we can trust each other.”

Your Kind Survivor has grown a lot and he’s learned not everyone’s worth both of your compassion. In fact, he’s made the executive decision to actively keep it and you all to himself.

By any means necessary.

[impish-baby]

Platonic yandere! Survivor x zombie reader but they put one of these on you so you can't wonder away..

[apollodarling-writes]

yan! dbd ghostface (danny johnson) headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— yan! ghostface who loooves everything about you <33

[thecloudsaremyhome]

Yandere platonic dead by daylight various x teen reader

Concept

Image this you get transported into the entity’s realm through let’s say your going through the loss of your mother the entity takes this opportunity through your grief to allow itself into your world and successfully capture you and take you to the trials.

So great now you’re stuck here with no hope to get back home and a cycle of endless torture and pain perfect for a teen like you haha….by why are you the only child here? The other survivors or that’s what you call them are mostly adults so why the hell are you here…?

Well let’s just say the survivors are confused as you are about your prescene in the realm why would the entity bring a harmless child nonetheless into the trials? It baffles the majority of the survivors some feeling concerned for your well being others being protective and coddling you.

One thing all the survivors agree on is they can’t let anything happen to you EVER.

When you start to trials it’s less than concerning on how the killers act and interact with you it’s confusing to the survivors and the entity they don’t hook or hunt you down for their sadistic pleasure no no quite the opposite really some killers for example the huntress diligently watches you work on one of the generators with two other survivors getting ready to swing her hatchet at the two lowly survivors that dare to be in her child’s presence. No one’s aloud to be near you no one is aloud to protect you but her. And it the same view point for some of the silent killers others have their own respective viewpoints on you and how to protect you but one thing the killers can all agree on is they will always protect you.

Oh and don’t even think I’m trying to leave because sadly for you the entity may have gotten a little attached to you as well! So good luck! And let your journey begin….

Authors note: okay y’all if this gets really popular I will gladly make a series off of it! And don’t worry I’m not abandoning my pity party series I promise it’s my main priority! I just don’t see any series or concepts of anyone writing for Yandere platonic dead by daylight and I want to give the dead by daylight fans something to actually read! So I hope you like this I love dbd I’ve loved it for like 6 months now

[adasworlds]

Yandere survivor x zombie GN!reader

Warning:Cannibalism, yandere,obsession, murder

Yandere survivor who decided to go to one store because he had run out of supplies, and he had already managed to take everything from the other stores. When he got there, he noticed you and wanted to kill you, since you are a zombie and can kill him. He already wanted to kill you when you suddenly turned to him and just started looking at him. He was shocked!Why didn't you do anything?!When you started saying something and he understood half the words, he almost fainted there. He understands zombies and zombies understand him, it’s a miracle!

Yandere survivor who decided to take you to the place where he lives. You can help him, for example, distract a zombie while he collects supplies, this will be just great for him. Of course, he didn’t understand why you could understand him and behave more or less normally, unlike other zombies. He decided to find out somehow more about you and why you don’t act like a zombie, but he didn’t know how to find out

Yandere survivor who, after a few months, became very attached to you. You were always there for him, helping him and for him it was very pleasant. He didn’t like the other people he met. They could kill you when they find out that a zombie lives with him, so he had to kill them. Don’t ask him where he got the meat, the main thing is that he brought it to you in the first place and you can eat it together

Yandere survivor who was very unhappy when you brought some person to his house. He could have killed you! He became even more unhappy when this man came very often and you went together for supplies, and when you invited this man to stay with you, he was shocked.

Yandere survivor who killed this man while you weren't around. This bastard doesn't deserve to live, but he didn't think that you would come back so soon. He had to chain you to the wall, you shouldn't run away from him. Now you will always be by his side and maybe sometimes he will take you with him, although you still won’t leave him.

“Why are you so sad? Now we will always be together”

[unnamed-blob]

The Ocean Is My...

⇢ Pairing: Mer Ghostface/Meg Thomas

⇢ Length: Multi-chapter

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

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

⇢ A/N: Side-eyes the failed dual update promise. In my defense, it's finals season. How was I supposed to know?

Meg shifted, burying her feet in the sand as she shuffled nervously in place. She grasped the board underneath her arm tighter, clasping it with both hands in a strained grip. Was this the same woman who used to stride on the sand as if she were floating above it? Who used to carry her board slung under an arm as easily as if it weren’t there?

Who could blame her though? 

Meg forced a deep breathe in, holding it as she slowly counted in her head, then released it. Just the way Claudette always coached. 

She forced one foot in front of the other, a step forwards, and then another, gaze glued to the sand. 

Claudette would kill her if she knew what she was doing. So Meg had left the voicemail for Dwight instead. He was never up early, she’d be back by the time he’d be awake enough to listen to it. 

And by then it’d be no issue, because she’d be at home safe and sound. And if she wasn’t.. Then they’d know where to look first. 

Not to mention- Meg glanced up for the umpteenth time to make sure they were still there- it wasn’t as if she was completely alone. Another swimmer was further out, dark hair a stark contrast against the water as they dipped in and out of the water with an ease that made Meg’s chest tighten in jealousy. 

Mers wouldn’t attack a group, not when they typically hunted solitary and could risk being dragged onto shore. The only reason it’d happened last time was because she was stupid enough to be alone. Stupid enough to not even consider the possibility and be caught completely off guard. 

Meg stilled as she realized she’d reached the edge of the ocean, shoving her heart back down as it tried to leap upwards when the waves nudged at her feet. She gripped her board tighter, an old comfort. A reminder of her wondrous memories before, a life saving grace in her time of need. There was no possibility she would’ve been able to escape in her exhausted state without it. 

She had no intentions of surfing again, of peering into the abyss of the ocean and having it stare back. But she was comfortable enough to finally wade in. To let the water reach higher than her midsection. And the redhead would prefer to do so with an old friend. With a shield if necessary, and an aide to cut through the water faster to return her to shore. 

Meg took a final deep breathe, and with all the conviction of a man stepping off the plank, waded in. 

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The water was warm. Meg gripped her board in a death grip, knuckles flushed white, as she let her feet float underneath.

The current had pushed the wooden board further out, but she could still reach the bottom if she straightened. For a moment, she let herself rest her cheek on the board. Feel the sway of the water surround her like a featherlight blanket, the gentle rocking of the board slow her heart from its jackhammering pace.

The water lifted her and Meg felt weightless.

Of course, everything had to go wrong then.

The redhead jolted upwards at the sound of frantic splashing, feet slamming against the sand as she braced herself, twisted her torso for the shore. She threw a desperate glance over her shoulder, ready for fins and sharp teeth, for webbed claws, for tentacles that wrap and wring. 

There was nothing. No Jaws style fin jutting out of the water. No suckers to entangle around her legs and yank her back. 

Meg’s heart slowed from where it’d tried to leap out of her chest. She shoved against the waves to keep wading back to shore. Another splash and she whirled around, holding her breathe as she craned her eyes and ears, scanned the peaceful horizon intently. 

Nothing. Just her.

She turned back, the prickle on the back of her neck shifting to needles jabbing into her spine. The shore was within reach, there was no need to stay any further in the water, she’d achieved what she came here for.

The redhead stilled suddenly, twisting back around to scan the water as an image of the morning flashed in her mind. The figure in the water- her heart thundered, eyes darting to each shift in the water- the dark spot of color against the blue- Meg’s heart crashed like the waves against the rocks as a head lurched above a wave, hands desperately paddling and gasping at water, before they went under again. 

Meg’s body knew the motions before she did. By the time she blinked, she was already crouched on the board, hands slamming against the water to paddle to the deep. She may be a coward, but she wouldn’t let someone drown. 

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The swimmer was further out than she’d expected, likely caught in a riptide and dragged deeper than they could manage. In drowning, panic is always quick to dart in and cloud the mind, give no rational thoughts other than STAY ALIVE and seize control of the body. 

Meg is ever grateful for her board, a floatation device for the swimmer to cling to without dragging her underneath as well. She can only hope a passerby on the shore can notice the situation from a distance, it’s not as if she has the chance to call for help. 

Meg’s faster to the person than she expects, her body on autopilot, limbs finding their familiar rhythm as she pushes them to points she hasn’t touched in weeks. 

She inhales the salty air and forces her mind to clear. There’s already one person panicking, it won’t help if she starts to too.

She can make out more of the swimmer’s features from the closer distance as they shove their head above water again, coughing up mouthfuls of water and grasping in her direction. 

A male, pale skin, dark hair, and piercing eyes that lock with her’s for a moment.

And then he’s gone.

She curses and lurches forwards, nearly diving off her board as he dips under again, hands splashing above his head. But even that's sinking quickly, and Meg worries if she’ll be able to reach him a moment later, see him in the persistent waves. 

Meg gives a final, powerful propel and dives her arm into the water, gripping her board securely with the opposite. 

She can see him! She grabs for him- to pull him up safely- and her hand drifts past, fingertips skirting his skin.

No!

The redhead slams her eyes shut, inhales, and forces her arm further in, head splashing into the water as she stretches as far as she can reach. She nearly wants to cry in relief when clammy, cold skin meets her palm, grasping onto it immediately and yanking upwards. 

Meg doesn’t release him until she slams his palm onto the board, feels him grip onto it and heave himself up higher. She gasps, heart threatening to give out from its adrenaline fueled dash. 

Her hands shake as she reaches upwards to wipe the water from her eyes, a mix of the nerves and exhaustion finally reeling their heads, her body pushed to limits it hasn’t even considered since the incident. 

A relieved smile peeks at her lips as Meg blinks, drawing her hands away. It’s alright though- it’s all alright! She’d managed! He’s fine and she-

Meg freezes, hands in midair as she stares down at the figure splayed on her board. The mer’s ear fins playfully splayed out as he rests his upper body on her board. 

Her breathes still completely, horror freezing her veins, skin suddenly cold as he reaches upward to grasp each wrist with terrifying claws, easily encircling each one. He pushes himself upwards with the help of his lower limbs, sharp teeth flashing in a wide grin as Meg feels something wrapping around her legs. 

The redhead doesn’t turn, doesn’t need to even glance to know exactly what’s winding up her ankles. 

The mer- the damned octopus mer with dark hair and darker scales and tangling tentacles- pushes himself up higher until he’s level with her. 

He gives a cheeky, excited grin as he chirps, ear flaps fluttering, soulless golden eyes drinking in every detail of her face. Meg doesn’t dare blink. 

He seems to find what he was looking for anyway as he tilts his head and lurches forward -too quick for her to even gasp- face pressed into her neck as tentacles lope around her back. They squeeze her closer to his frame, press her flush against him as a low rumble starts in his chest, a purr that shakes Meg’s bones. 

Meg trembles in place, held fast with his tight grip and ensnaring tentacles, weighed down by her own exhaustion. 

The ocean laps at her knees and nudges at her board like an eager dog, welcoming her home.

A/N: Danny had full intentions to eat Meg at first. But dw! He doesn't anymore :)

[dearest-painter]

Ok…Yandere platonic Batfam x survivor reader(dead by daylight) x platonic spidervers. Reader somehow got out of the entity’s realm and ended up where ever they are. They meet Miguel, Jess, Peter B and Hobie when they escaped all bloody and bruised. Scared they run off only to end up in the DC verse.

Survivor!Reader is traumatized and doesn’t trust anyone. Jason probably found them in Gotham as they look everywhere. He had calm them down and took you to the Wayne manor as it was a safe bet, Miguel, Peter B, Jess, and Hobie followed you as they were worried. For this Hobie knew you before the entity stole you so he was determined to see you again.

Alfred felt bad for you as any noise made you scared, the entity’s realm fucked you up a lot. When you were a survivor you were forced to be brave so that everyone can rely on you but now that there’s no need you break down. Sobbing quietly to not disturb anyone but Tim found you sobbing, he knew about your..history to say and was able to calm you down. When the Spider-Man and women got there you were asleep beside Dick Grayson.

Everyone passive aggressively argue about their better for you, Hobie and you reconnect but he hates how scared you look. You have a fear of the dark now and constantly need light and since Miguel’s suit lights up a bit your always near him, which makes him more fatherly. Jessica comforts you while Peter B just lets you vent.

While everyone is passively arguing about their better for your care you and Alfred plus Hobie are eating food.

[allurilove]

NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! IM BEGGING YOU DONT KILL MY POOKIE BEAR YANDERE HUSBAND!!!!!!! HES SUCH A LOVING HUSBAND AND FATHER!!!!!!!!!!

😭😭😭

HES DONE NOTHING WRONG IN LIFE!!!!!!!

This will determine their fate. Maybe.

[everydayyoulovemeless]

hiya, how are you doing?

I recently read one of your posts containing yandere NV HCs of certain characters, and it gave me an idea for a request if you're feeling up to it.

This'll be a Fallout 4 yandere headcannon, if that's alright with you. The characters would be:

Deacon, Nick and Hanock, or if you're wanting to, replace any character with Danse, Macready or Cait. I feel like you'd obliterate this, since I live off your writing, lol.

nonetheless, have a good one!

Yandere Deacon, Nick, and Hancock HCs

➼ Word Count » 1.8k ➼ Warnings » Stalking, Threats, Kidnapping, Possessiveness, Drugging, and General Yandere Themes. ➼ Genre » Yandere, Romantic ➼ A/N » Ah! You're so sweet Nonnie! I hope this was what you were looking for <33

Deacon

Deacon knows everything about you. He's constantly following you around and 'gathering intel' as he likes to call it. He'll end up knowing everything there is to know before the two of you even meet.

He justifies everything he does by telling himself that 'he has a job to do and he needs to do it well', even if he seems to have an entire shrine of you back at base.

He gets so scared once you both officially meet because it means that he doesn't have to stalk you for his job anymore. Now he has no reason to find out all these little things about your life, and it scares him that he doesn't have that cover to hide his true intentions behind anymore.

He's very aware at how unhealthy his feelings toward you are and distances himself as much as possible before disappearing from your life entirely.

Eventually, he won't be able to help it and will find a way to weasel back into your life once again, and everything will seem normal from there. You'll hardly realize the type of person Deacon actually is because of how easy it is for him to lie to you.

A lot of the times when he doesn't like someone you hang out with, he'll stalk them for a bit before killing them in a way he sees fit. Usually, it's just sniping, but he can get ugly if provoked. (he was a part of the DP deathclaws at one point)

You'll be none the wiser to the truth because of how easily he can spin it to make him look better. Everything will seem fine and peachy while on the flip side, Deacon's breaking the majority of his morals just to keep his state of mind at bay.

He tries his best to appear laid back and friendly but on the inside he’s screaming, fighting himself not to just grab you or rough up some sideman. He does so much to keep his composure and show that nothing bothers him that it ends up taking a toll on his health.

Even if you dismiss him back to a settlement, he’ll still be 10 steps behind you. He’s come this far and he’s not losing you. He’ll protect you to his last breath.

Deacon might even start sending threatening messages anonymously through caravans just to keep you on edge. He wants you to come running into his arms, hiding away in the Railroad HQ, afraid of your possible assassination while you’re out and about. He can manipulate you so much easier if you're scared.

"Yeahhh, you're 'friend' said that they didn't wanna stick around. Who needed them though, right?"

He might not be one for physical affection, but he ends up hugging you a whole lot as a yandere. They're far from welcoming too due to how tight they are. Bros got an iron grip on you.

Deacon is really protective of you. He doesn’t really care who he’s killing or what he’s doing, if he perceives it as a threat to your relationship, he’s gonna get rid of it. The two of you are partners now, right? You only ever really need him.

He and you will be best friends until he one day decides that he's going to confess to you, and if you even seem slightly against the idea he'll have no issue kidnapping you and keeping you locked away.

He’ll have you trust everything he says, every little lie will go right over your head until it’s too late. All of sudden a hand will reach out from an alley and drag you away from the rest of the Commonwealth, stashed away for Deacon's own peace of mind. Why wouldn’t you want to stay with him, though? He was with you from the start. He knows exactly what he needs to do for you in any situation. He's the one you really want—the one you really need, whether you realize it or not.

Nick

Has a case on you constantly open. Any slight change in behavior or new acquaintance is documented down in his files.

He's on a constant watch for any variable that might compromise your safety or well-being, and if he does find something he deems a threat, he'll take care of it promptly. Even if it's not an act you might've liked.

If he ever finds that you've been gone for longer than usual, he'll track you down and take you to the agency where he won't let you out of his sight for the next couple of days.

There's nothing in the world that would make him want to ever hurt you and makes a constant effort in ensuring that he doesn't accidentally leave a scratch from his busted metal hands.

He's WAYY too overprotective, and he's aware of it, but he convinces himself that since it's for noble-ish reasons, then he's good. I mean, protecting people is his entire job, why would him wanting to defend you be viewed as unhealthy? He desperately tries to convince himself that he's completely in the right, even when that nagging feeling doesn't leave.

He'll try to convince you to live at the agency with him and Ellie. He might even manipulate Ellie into unknowingly helping him out in entrapping you. Having a second-friendly face might just do the trick.

If you happen to own a terminal then bro Is gonna hack it and use any information or logs to his advantage.

Nick has a tendency to just kinda reach out and grab your chin. He does it for multiple reasons: inspecting you for cuts, feeling your skin against him, or simply just making you look at him. He doesn't even realize how often he does it.

Being a detective for so long has made him incredible at reading people, and he especially likes to read you. Every slight jerk or reaction tells him everything he needs to know and he plays off of it so well.

He’s a little insecure due to him not being human. He knows he’s not your ideal type, and he wouldn’t make you be in a relationship with him, as long as you listen and let him protect you then he’s happy. (although, that wouldn't stop him from occasionally slaughtering others out of jealousy)

He’s always there to comfort your or aid in whatever quest you doing to the point that you become emotionally dependent on him.

Nick's probably the most understanding and reasonable yanderes on this list. He never wants you to be scared or alone like he was and his goal will mainly be to keep you happy, no matter what that would take.

It gets to the point where he doesn't want you going to anyone else when you're in distress and would find himself getting a little jealous if you did. He'll end up taking them out if it gets bad enough. You don't really need them that badly anyway, he knows so much more about you and can help you so much better.

"Believe me, doll, they aren't the person you think they are."

Hancock

He's got an eye for you the second you walk into Goodneighbor. He's always going to be lurking around, popping out of corners, and throwing his arm around your shoulders before butting into whatever conversation you were already having.

He has a habit of lacing the things you intake (stimpaks, water, food, etc.) with drugs so that he can take you up to the Old State House to 'take care of you'. It usually ends up being him clinging to you and begging you to stay because you're not in the right headspace, even when you're fully sober.

He'll start telling the people around town that he and you are a thing. Soon enough the guards are all keeping an eye out for you and will stop anyone who tries to hit on you.

He likes it better when you're reliant on him and will have people stage these incidents nearby to make you fearful of going out alone or at the very least more cautious so that he could swoop in and protect you more often

There were a few people who spoke out against what he seemed to be trying to do but they all kept disappearing and, eventually, people stopped questioning it.

Hancock is always going to be thinking about you. It comes to a point where even Farenheit is concerned about whether his crush is healthy or not and might even try to put an end to it as well. That being said, he wants you to be thinking about him just as much and would start slaughtering raiders in front of you so that you never forget him. It'll mostly just end up freaking you out because of how brutal it usually is, but that doesn't stop him.

His obsession gets worse and worse over time until it eventually drives him to do more drastic things like kidnapping you.

He'll manage to convince you that some raider gang has a hit out for you and he just wants to make sure you stay safe till it all boils over. Fahrenheit feels so bad for you as she's not sure what she should do. She just watches you tremble in the corner, knowing it's from Hancock injecting you with Med-X and instilling a false sense of danger into you.

You won't be completely stuck up in the Old State House, though, whenever he has to go somewhere or do something, he'll sometimes take you along. Only if you've been good for him. He likes to think of these times as dates because he tries to get to know you more and ask questions about your past and all that. He finds you really interesting and loves hearing you talk.

He'd love to spoil you with whatever you wanted. It could be something only found on the West coast and he'd still make the journey for you. It's not even funny how lovesick he is.

He gets kinda paranoid that you'd run away from him, so some nights he'll just tie you up, pull you into his lap, and shush your panicked sobs.

The good thing about Hancock is that he's not pushy when it comes to sex. He might flirt a lot and be kinda touchy, but he'd never dreamt of crossing any lines until you said you were ready. He'd wait till the end of time if he had to.

He'll try his best to keep you sheltered and away from the horrors happening outside. He wants to keep you as pure and ignorant as he possibly can. He thinks it's better that way.

As harsh as his actions can appear, he's actually really soft towards you. His touches are gentle, his voice is quiet, and his eyes are always full of adoration.

Friendly guy, just be careful what you mention to him. He has a habit of going batshit on people he deems wrong for you.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Imagine a Hivemind/Drone AU with a feral Reader, who has a bit of Creed Reader's and Howlett Reader's personality, but had a better relationship with Sabretooth and Wolverine before the hivemind/drone situation happened.

An event happened that caused or triggered a hivemind among others, and those affected started adding more to it, collecting others and putting them through a process of sedatives that make them feel relaxed and calm, soft noises and beeping and clicks to associate as a calming noise or trigger, and slowly having the hivemimd slip into their minds, until they're left as compliant and happy, calm drones...

Feral Reader ended up experiencing that along with Wolverine and Sabretooth, and they ended up being a small unit, with Reader as a droneling to be cared for and who is to only feel good and fuzzy inside, while the other two are caretakers and protectors of them, and the Hive...

Feral Reader ends up separated from the hivemind, suffers amnesia, and winds up surviving on their own for a bit... That is until they watch the drones from afar, and see some of them are like themself, with claws and teeth... some even have long tails, with sharp tips and a glowing, vial-like area... Their eyes seem... bright, yet blank... Parts of them are normal skin, yet other areas are shiny and black or dark gray...

The platonic yans eventually realize Feral Reader is still alive, and slowly try to enter their mind and drive them into a trance, or to slowly get them to come back or let them know where they are. Feral Reader feels like they're going insane, feeling headaches each time they resist the whispers at the back of their mind, the gentle grazes along their psyche, the phantom warmth that seeps into the voices, threatening to drown them in thick, sweet honey of their love and devotion...

Feral Reader keeps moving, hiding when they can and running when they feel that familiar static enter their head again. But they know it's a matter of time before they see the other beings again, the ones so similar to them, yet so different... The ones who seem to know who they are, yet are so... drowning, overwhelming, with their thoughts and emotions...

(Imagine this is set in a colder setting, with a large, hive-like structure or building, where it's warmer yet swarming with the Hive and its drones, then there's the outside, cold and snowy and where few can survive... Feral Reader only survived because of their mutations, but ends up back in the large Hive, hiding in the shadows and quieter floors as they try to discover who they were, and why everyone seems to know who they are except themself...)

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere!Killer killing/sacrificing everyone but their Obsession during a trial so they can snatch the Obsession up as they're scrambling to find the hatch. Not so fast! It's the perfect opportunity to spend some quality time together <3

[amorias]

Playing Darkest Dungeon now and ooh, can't stop thinking about these!

.Yandere Ancestor, who keeps you by his side at all times. Who insists on you staying at the estate for however long necessary, that oh no the road is blocked and is also full of bandits, maybe the best option is to stay for a little while :)

.Yandere Ancestor, who clings to you and whispers about the voices and the visions and how good it'll be when the digging stops and he gets all the power that's behind that door.

.Yandere Ancestor, who is full of rage and disappointment when he sees you run out of the Estate in fear of him and of the Heart. Who knows you'll be back for him. All he has to do is wait.

.Yandere Heir, who insists he'll protect you and keep you safe against the horrors around the town and the Estate. He'll make sure nono of it taints you.

.Yandere Heir, that's willing to send as many mercenaries as possible just to give you jewels and baubles. To see you decorated in trinkets and treasures. To see you with the family's crest. His crest.

.Yandere Heir, that in the end, will not make the same mistake as his Ancestor. That in the end, he will keep you closer and use your affections for him, so that you and him are one in the Heart.

[sold2vlaykz]

are there any wrestlers you wouldn't write for?

Nope not really, or at least none I can list!

I go as far as the 60’s!!!

Also if you recommend a wrestler that I don’t know I’ll watch some vids to understand them better!!! <3 I’m always happy to help.

I hope this answered your question :D 🫶🏽🫀

[apollodarling-writes]

omg i had a thought about dbd ghostface. mdni !!

cw : yandere themes, perv danny, non-consensual kissing, danny dry humps you, non-consensually nsfw themes, non-consensual picture taking, danny forces an orgasm out of you, slight knife-play, danny calls the reader bunny, afab anatomy but no prns used, danny cuts open readers shirt, implied murder of other survivors,

“thaaats it, bunny. cry f’me.” danny’s eyes lock onto yours as he shifts to grab his polaroid. his breathing becomes labored as he lifts his mask angling the camera to get the both of you, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek. a broad grin stretched across his features, sweat dripping down his temple as he admires you.

“pl—please…. let me go.” you cry.

“let you go? but bunny, don’t you enjoy our time together?” he sneers, trailing the cool blade of his bowie knife along your exposed flesh. his fingers roughly grip your jaw, molding his lips to yours in a feverish display of his obvious affection. his lips trail along your jaw and throat, groaning as you try to squirm away from his onslaught.

danny presses your shoulders down, grinding his half-hard cock into the soft meat of your thigh. he angles his hips in a way that causes a wave of pleasure to wash over you, a grin splitting his cheeks as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“y’liked that didn’t you, bunny?” he groans, rutting his hips into you faster, his head dropping to the curve of your throat and pressing open mouthed kisses to your bloodied and sweat-slicked flesh. “just be a good bunny and take it.”

you soon feel a familiar sensation pooling in your tummy, panties unwillingly sticky with arousal, and you couldn’t feel more disgusted with yourself. you feel the tip of his blade slice open your shirt, tracing what you assume to be the letters of his name on your stomach.

“bunny,” danny murmurs, “i’m gonna cum. need y’to cum with me.”

you shake your head, a sob ripping from your throat as he sinks his knife into your thigh. “cum. or i’ll make sure your next match is hell.”

danny brushes his cockhead against your clit in a way that has your back arching and a poorly muffled whine leaving your lips — cumming with the man that has made your new life hell.

“that’s a good bunny, cum f’me.” he growls, his rutting slowly coming to stop. danny watches with interest as tears stream down your cheeks, his tongue darting out to lick them away.

“so pretty.” danny’s eyes soften ever so slightly as he leans down to kiss your lips before throwing you over his shoulder. you find no will to struggle against him — you knew you would be hooked and killed by the entity immediately. that’s just how danny rolled.

to your surprise, danny walks right past every hook he comes across, seemingly searching for something in particular. was he going to let you get hatch? was he really going to let you escape? sure enough, danny drops you right in front of hatch, stealing another kiss as compensation.

“bye bye, little bunny. i look forward to our next trial together.” he waves at you in a way that has you scrambling to exit through the hatch, a frown tugging at his lips as he pulls his mask back down.