#the knight x reader

[fishyvamp]

I think Tarhos, Trapper, Danny, frankly all of the killers really, would come with me to my doctors appoitment and threaten the doctor if they weren't taking my issues seriously, love them for that

This hits close to the chest, doctor's ignoring signs brushing you off. Suddenly your notes include hypochondria, history of severe mental illness, or some other way to discredit you for every cynical half assed doctor who sees your notes. Maybe not every killer, but enough of them for sure and these are violent and passionate killers. If you are their world, oh boy the doctor better hope that they only piss the one off who isn't stab happy dump their body in the woods kind of person.

Just for my sanity and so I can live vicariously through my own writing this will take place in a modern!AU though if you want a more period accurate one I'd indulge.

Evan Macmillan, The Trapper, is from one the most influential families in the city. What the fuck do they mean his doll is a lazy and should lose weight?! You're trying everything to get better, but you can barely get out of bed. Your limbs feeling like lead most mornings. He shows up holding your hand as he listens to the doctor adress him and not you. Telling him, not you that it's all about diet.

Evan Macmillan is short tempered, he tries to hard to control it, but the fact that the doctor is talking to him and not you and asking him for the information has him screaming at the doctor as you try to calm him down. The man is seeing red, hating himself for prioritizing the work at the mine instead of your health. If the doctor doesn't agree to at least test Evan will make sure the doc is blacklisted to hell and back, because you don't deserve to live like this without at least answers.

Tarhos Kovács, The Knight, is a veteran, turned mercenary, who enlisted way too young. He's seen too many fall apart from neglect and you are his world. He knows you are trying and he knows you want to get better. Your eyes full of tears whenever you come home a new bottle of pills in a brown paper bag. You hurt all the time, your head hurts all the time. Days on end in bed, you feel bad that with little time he is home is spent with him caring for you. Surely he would want someone less broken.

One too many times this has happens and he's driving to the doctors office leaving you at home just so he can yell at someone. The doctor would be preferred, but he'll settle on an administrator to threaten and scream at. They haven't done any scans ever for you and you've dealt with this longer then you have known him. It hurts him to know that you're being ignored. For some strange reason you get a call saying the doctor wants scans on the book for a more comprehensive look.

"Jed Olsen", The Ghostface, is silent rage kind of guy. You insisted that he didn't need to come. You're still freshly dating only a few months, but he knows your ill and knows you've been ignored Everytime you've asked for help. You're afraid he's going to scream at the doc make a scene and just generally be embarrassing. You know he's angry, he's got that look in his eye that You've only seen when he said he had business to take care of weirdly smelled of bleach the next day. However that didn't happen instead you watch him pull out a thick pocket journal opening it up.

Turns out he's been monitoring you closely and that smart watch he got you was him preparing for this. He starts rattling off any and every unusual thing he's noted and is even willing to give a copy to the doc to go over. Hard to say it's in your head when the details are all written down. The doc says he needs to look over it to figure out what tests he wants to run but there was enough there for him to justify it. "Jed" is just happy to see that look of relief on your face knowing that something might finally happen even if there is no cure at least you're a step closer to finding out what it might be. He also starts taking your vitals more openly now that his secret is out.

Philip Ojomo, The Wraith, has been ignored enough time himself to know who is the right doctor to go to. Someone who will actually listen to you, someone who looks horrified as you explain why you just stopped trying to figure out what is wrong with you. Philip doesn't care how far the two of you have to travel for you to get proper care, he'll take work off to drive hours to get you to a specialist. He doesn't see it as a chore, he loves you and this; this is just him caring for the one he loves more then the air itself. He'll even carry you inside when you inevitably pass out on the drive home.

[unnerving-presence]

Hello! I absolutely love your writing it's so much fun. Could I please request any three killers of your choosing who has the reader, s/o or not either way would still be funny, over their shoulder and on the way to a hook and they just yell out "Can I get a please before you treat me like a common whore?"

i feel bad whenever i get asked to choose the killers because then i will most definitely just make them the killers i’m interested in at the moment 😭

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

Chucky:

Gives you a big laugh and argues that you already are a whore (affectionate) and that he doesn’t need to say please to begin with. It cancels out. PEMDAS or something..

He doesn’t take most of what you say super seriously anyways and quickly puts you on a hook, telling you he’ll take you on a nice date after all this. He’ll figure something out.

“You still pretty much called me a whore” “Yeah, yeah. You know I would never mean it that way, sweetheart”

Next time you’re in a trial with him he’ll mockingly ask you if he has to say please before doing anything involving killing you.

He still has yet to set up that date..

Pyramid Head:

Given what he represents he partially wants to take you up on that offer. That much is clear when his usual hand on your ass holds you tighter to his shoulder ever so slightly while he carries you. He’s genuinely thinking about it, something he doesn’t really do when you try to bargain with him during trials.

Give him a couple hooks and he might make a decision.. or just stare at you for a second as his way of telling you that you won’t be getting an answer. He’s needlessly complicated at times..

..Which is why you would’ve never expected him to listen to you a couple days later. however long that is in The Entity’s realm. To be fair, your trials lately have been laughably short and he knows you’d probably appreciate some not so TLC before he puts you on a meat hook.

Tarhos Kovács:

He didn’t think of you as some of the ‘workers’ he would see in Italy but he supposes he occasionally treats you as one in the heat of intimacy. Clearly you speak jokingly, but he finds the proposition amusing nonetheless.

He’ll scoff at your words in which he’s met with your fists relentlessly beating on his armored back, doing virtually nothing to him. He feels you should know by now that no matter how attractive he thinks you are that he won’t treat you differently during trials but he knows you won’t really be giving up on your acts of resistance any time soon. It’s a bit cute to see you try anyways. Makes him chuckle.

Don’t worry, he treats you much better outside of trials. At least he actually listens to your complaints.. but instead of putting you on a meat hook he tends to solve your incessant yapping with exactly what you asked for in the first place, minus the ‘saying please’ part..

[theres-a-body-here]

Can I request Evan, Tarhos and Talbot finding out that the reader (along with other survivors) actually managed to defeat the Entity?

Like, their usual Killer routine is suddenly interrupted by a slight trembling of the ground, like a minor earthquake. They hear distant echoing wails, like a few hundred different beasts screaming everywhere all at once. Then, everything quiets down. At the fog around the area, which was always present to some degree, starts dissipating.

They then spot a group survivors, all are uncharacteristically happy. Some are crying out in joy, some are just crying, some are hugging each other, a few just lying down, looking very relieved. The reader in amongst their group, and eventually notices the Killer.

The reader then excitedly tells their partner what happened. That through some complicated sequence of actions and rituals that even the reader didn't fully understand, the survs actually managed to beat the Entity. And the two of them are finally free.

The Trapper - Evan MacMillan

Evan keeps you close as the realm begins to break apart

He would've pulled you away from the rest entirely, but he knows you might want to say your goodbyes to the others

He won't take the portal back to his world, not even if you beg

It's a terrible, miserable place

But he's also nervous about going to your world

So be sure to reassure him

But honestly, even you aren't sure if these portals will let you two stick together

So he gives you a big kiss, just in case

He gets really into it, much to the discomfort of anyone watching

You have to pull away, flustered and hot-faced

You grab his hand, and after a few final waves at the others, finally leave the Entity's realm

The Knight - Tarhos Kovács

He's panicking hard

Him and his guard have you sandwiched right in the middle of a makeshift protective circle

Escaping to his world is out of the question

The conflict and bloodshed is no place for you

Your world it is

Tarhos turns to his guard and "releases" them for their service and they can go home without him

They say "nah" and insist on tagging along

The earth trembles and Tarhos lets out a startled yell as he lifts you up and jumps into the portal with his squad not far behind

The Blight - Talbot Grimes

He's angry and distraught

All his work in the realm, meaningless now

So many more questions, and no more time

He's not even sure if he wants to leave

But then you open your mouth

"If you stay, so am I"

That snaps him right out of his trance

His hands furiously start signing

"No" "I won't let you" "Please go home"

You want him down and he decides he can always start research in your world

He takes what he can and leaves with you

[iku-tihku]

Tarhos when you're nice to the other survivors and/or killers /j

[masked-men-fantasy]

Ask about their manhood size Headcanon (Dead by Daylight)

Headcanon for my beloved masked men from Dead by Daylight. What have they got for us?

NSFW Content. MDNI.

The Trapper

In this case, you didn't ask to know his size. You learn about it accidentally when he secretly washes himself in the heavy rain.

He takes off his workwear bib and lays it on the ground; only his fully naked body is shown. He scrubbed his body to wash out all the blood stains.

That is when you find out how beautiful his body is.

Well-built, gorgeous muscle, perfect body fat ratio, thick pecs, mass thighs, and well-rounded buttocks.

And, of course, his manhood part.

The sight is not clear, but it can be assumed that he has an 8-inch shaft. Not to be surprised, there are open wounds on it as well, making you wonder if it hurts or not.

Curiosity does kill a cat; your foot makes a cracking sound because of the dried branch nearby. Notified by the sound, he quickly reached for his cleaver and walked directly to the source of the noise.

You attempt to run, but then your foot steps into the bear trap that he placed inside the bush.

Evan finally reaches you. The shadows of his body covering your entire body show how big he is compared to you.

To your surprise, he does not pick you up to bring you to the sacrificial hook. Instead, he pushes you down on the floor, and your face tastes the ground. The trapper lifts your hips up and tears open your pants.

You are in trouble—very deep trouble now. Hopefully, it is a kind of trouble that you have on your mind.

The Knight

"If I were to show you such a private matter, would you accept to be a sex slave for me and my pack for a week then?" Tarhos makes an offer. One that is very difficult to turn down.

You slowly took out the metal armor on his lower part until it revealed a thin red loincloth and what he had inside.

Around 4 inches when flaccid. Then you have to put in some work to make it hard.

6.5 inches when fully erect, and the tip of his cock is pretty red, so it can be assumed that he has not done it for awhile.

He is also uncut.

Not well-trimmed pubic hair. It is not so shaggy or dirty; you can assume that he does not have much self-grooming experience, so he might use any convenient blades he could find to cut those hairs.

Now that you know the answer, you know what is going to happen next, yes?

Tarhos strikes his sword down the ground, a green aura lights up through his sword, and the faithful three are summoned.

"Let us enjoy this slave I found," Tarhos said, his lustful eyes looking through his helmet. The same goes for those three who just show up.

You are so done for.

[daddy-deathslinger]

I have returned

If it's cool, could I get something for the knight, maybe a little Slow burn-y? I'm not sure what the term for it would be but something where he keeps trying to deny his growing affection for his future s/o, but it's getting increasingly harder for him. And his faithful 3 notice and start to make comments about how hes being sweet on them (at least sweet for him) and..he does eventually admit to himself he does have feelings for them. SNENWKKW SOMETHING CUTE

Haha

I'm so normal about him

👹

Hey there, loyal Knight admirer! Here's yer written thingy, hope ya like! ❤️👹

“I’m your man” - The Knight/Tarhos Kovács x GN!Reader

“This is the fifth time you’ve given them hatch, Tarhos!”

“Yeah, just admit that you’re-”

“Silence!” Tarhos bellowed, and his faithful three were quiet at last.

Finally, sweet silence. Tarhos grunted and turned around to walk away to his thinking corner of the Borgo. Unbeknownst to him, his faithful three snickered a bit behind his back. Tarhos was not a merciful man, far from it, but even he knew when to appreciate a good opponent. And you certainly were a worthy opponent. During trials, he always noticed how you showed true companionship to your allies by saving them, taking hits for them and even dying for them. You fought back bravely against all killers, not making the trial easy for anyone who tried to hurt you or your allies. Tarhos appreciated that. Appreciated it, that’s all! He had no idea where his faithful three had gotten the stupid idea from, the idea that he somehow favoured you. He didn’t, how could he favour a survivor? His loyalty was with the killers. 

The next trial commenced, and Tarhos was as ready as ever. The Entity had granted him good fortune in this trial, he had many abilities that would come in handy. He felt good about this. And yet, the survivors seemed to be on their best game as well. They worked together, and that was always a nail in the coffin for killers. And then there was you. You seemed to shine even brighter than usual, never shivering in front of Tarhos or showing the slightest amount of fear in the face of death. He hooked you once, and you barely screamed as the meat hook pierced through your flesh. Tarhos almost forgot to leave the hook you hung on, he wanted to see what you were going to do next. But he left, obviously, to go hunt for other survivors. He noticed that during the whole trial, his attention seemed to be somewhere else. It was annoying, even infuriating, to notice he fell for silly tricks by the survivors and lost many chases due to his wandering mind. He just couldn’t stop thinking about you. Gods, this torment! The trial was at its end, the exit gates were opened and the other survivors had escaped already. You remained, though, and Tarhos could not for the love of the Gods find you. He searched, sent out his faithful three but they all came back empty handed. 

“A skillful one”, Alejandro said, but quickly got quiet as Tarhos stared at him.

Where were you? Tarhos ventured alone into the mist, searching. Suddenly, a sound. Someone greeted him? He looked around, and there you were. Standing next to a finished generator, eyes on him. Why had you made your appearance known to him? He was going to sacrifice you now. Or was he? Tarhos stood in front of you, staring you down. Then, he saw you place your medkit on the ground in front of you. An offering. For mercy? No, you let out your arms to your side, baring your unguarded body to him. You wanted to be sacrificed. Tarhos was confused, but also very impressed. You had evaded him, and here you were, offering yourself up to the Entity. Tarhos knew better than to take the offering, he knew how hard you had fought the whole trial. No one deserved the escape more than you. So, without a thought, he dropped his sword to the ground, taking a step back from you.

“Go”, he said.

You looked him dead in the eye. Tarhos was wondering what was going on behind those eyes as you seemed to think hard. The silence was deafening, only the ticking of the Entity playing in Tarhos head. Time was running out. Then, you slowly turned around and walked towards the exit gate. Tarhos was proud, you took your victory like a true champion. As he watched you walk out those gates, a strange feeling took a hold of his insides. A pressing feeling, right where his heart was. He tried shaking it off, but seeing you disappear into the mist, he knew he was lost. Not lost to the cruel torment in this place, not even lost to the Entity. He was lost to you. Your eyes, your courage, your confident walk. Tarhos let out a heaving sigh as his faithful three approached him. 

“Well…?” Durkos said.

Tarhos gave them a look of annoyance, but eventually nodded. He was in love, and there was nothing that could be done about it. He was yours, and he prayed to the Gods that you were his.

[gothy-froggy]

Won’t you Join Me? II

Gamurra/gonna/cotta- (1300s-1500s dress)

Chemise- (undershirt)

Cottehardie- (fitted overgrown)

Giornea- (overdress, special occasion)

Cloaks/Mantles- (outdoor protection)

Houppelande- (floor-length overdress, flared sleeves)

Pialine- (functional high heels)

Hose- (socks, stockings)

Kirtle/Cotte/cote- (typically formal)

Doxy- a prostitute

Wod/wood/woodnesse- (mad, madness, insanity)

Tarhos Kovács x Noble!Fem!reader

Warnings: Violence, reader having ptsd symptoms, obsession, blood, Tarhos’ nature, not proofread, darker themes, most likely historically inaccurate, dialogue written to be easier to follow along

Summary: Tarhos has met the opposite of himself at a ball some time ago. He couldn’t stop thinking about the noblewoman whether he noticed or not. The night of his attack on the people of Portoscuro he had sent his faithful three to snatch her away and keep her remain within the castle he claims as his own. His obsession grows as much as her disdain for him and she sets a mission for herself: find and rescue Duke Toscano.

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How many moons has it been since the night?

The night of anguish screams from the strangers, friends and relatives of Portoscuo. The night of when hungry, raging orange flames engulfed the homes of many and crawled onto the streets. The night of when human lives came to an end and pets scattered to safety, wondering if their owners would be alright.

The night of when a certain knight had given into his sins. For what use and for what purpose?

Darknesses of despair only seemed to grow bigger as the Duke of Portoscuro was nowhere to be seen. The snap and crash of collapsing buildings and thuds of collapsing people. Innocent people.

Guilty people as well, she thought as looked into the mirror. Ropes of her wet hair and white undergarment. Phantom touch of dirt and blood still lapped over her skin. And if listened closely there were the phantom noise of her people screaming as flames swallowed them whole, blades piercing through skin.

Never-mind that. Those thoughts will be visited later in the future. Just not now.

Her hand over her other to prevent from it trembling any longer, she stood and reached for the oil lamp. She owes Portoscuro to find its Duke, to find Vittorio. A low hum on the heavy door slowly opening as the light seeps into the hallway from her lamp.

The throbbing mass growing in the pit of her stomach. Last time she laid eyes upon Tarhos was when…

“We can’t do that now, can we? Sir wants you, my lady.”

The man cackled as he picked her, arm under her knees. Due to her struggling and fighting. He let out a growl before setting her down. His armored hand gripping her wrist tightly as he pulled her through the screaming and busy streets.

She was shoved lightly into something rough, hard and cold. The form of an armored man.

An armored man…

She looks up, seeing a familiar helmet and hair strands spilling out through its visors. Breathing so quiet it was as if it wasn’t there. And stood as still as statue, as well as tall of one.

“…Tarhos?”

Her gaze hardened and her jaw clenched. She needed to find Vittorio. He could put an end to this. Tarhos did this. She should hate him, want an end to him for this. Right? It was hard to tell if meeting Tarhos made her sacrifice a piece of morality or if she was tricking herself with what ifs.

What if it was a big misunderstanding? Maybe he had a reason?

No. She saw what happened. He ordered it and now Vittorio was gone. In the undergarments she sneaks into the abyss of the long hallways and big staircases. The only source of light being the fire she holds in her grasp.

It was quiet. So, so quiet.

The soft glow leading her inches in front of her until she reached the end of the wall she has been following. Gods, she didn’t even really have a plan. How could she? Everything was going too fast and the impulsive decision to what— save her Duke? Assuming that he was alive? She peaks her head over, minding the flame of light source and keeping it as a short distance. She didn’t see anything other then the blanket of darkness around her. Not a single noise either.

Her mind wasn’t quick enough to process the split second that had passed by. A calloused hand clamped over her mouth. A muffled gasp was suppressed too much to a make noises. She struggled, trying to fight back— attempting to use her elbows to jab at the person. Just to do something. She wouldn’t give up now. Not when she hasn’t even seen the Duke.

The hand pressed too firmly over her mouth. Her screams were muffled to quiet noises as she was pulled away from the corner. The lantern slipped through her fingers. The shattered glass dancing until their last moment on the cold ground. The warm limited light died down until the darkness engulfed it.

“She tried to escape, Sire.”

“A little dove eager to flap its pretty wings!”

“Should we kill her?”

“No! That’s his lady he fancies! A king needs his queen after all…”

“Quiet! She is awakening!”

Three voices hushed into silence as the woman stirred awake. Their intense gaze watched as she sat up from the disorienting slumber. But none of their gazes were as intense, are frightful as the one’s who eyes could not be seen. He sat across the scene before him in the blood stained armor with his trusty claymore by his side.

There she was. The woman—the noblewoman who had offered her hand to him. Danced under the moonlight despite her status. He had known then that she was different. His cloudy pale eyes’ gaze piercing through the brown strands of his hair that spilled out of his armor visor.

“What is the meaning of this,”

She narrowed her eyes, her tone rasped a little. Using her hands as support as she sat up. White undergarment night gown, hair highly improper. Unkept for all to see. Oh would she been shamed by her family and society for allowing men to see her in such a state.

“Why? Why have you done this?”

The fallen knight barely moved in the slightest. He was fascinated by the ruin of her image before him. My would she be so looked down upon for this very moment. Metal lightly clank as he stood. His protected plate armored hand holding the sides of her cheeks, forcing her to look up.

“You shall stay here. Confined by the walls of what is now mine.” He stated in a guttural whisper as he was inches away from her face. He wasn’t one to talk much, but it was important for her to know his expectations.

The very knight she had offered a dance to was responsible for what has happened to her own. Her very own family…her friends, her Duke. Gods where was her Duke?

“Unhand me,” She lowly barked her demand. Staring him down.

“Where is Duke Toscano? What have you’ve done with him?”

“That is not for you to know, my lady.”

“Come now, Durkos. Let Sire tend this moment.”

His faithful threes snickered. Watching things unfold. Tarhos stared at the woman. His heavy helmet lightly hit the ground. He tilted head, revealing his face.

Her throat tightened.

He looks…different. Less living they she had seen him last. His eyes faded, less color on his skin. He seemed colder.

“The Duke means what to you?”

“The duke means well to me as much as the others.”

“Think of him no longer. It will do you no good.” He gruff.

“And why so?”

“He does not matter. That is why.” The corrupted knight snapped. A huff of air through his nose. He rise, returning to his ruling chair.

“Return her to her chambers.” He ordered.

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Having been tossed back into her room, she had thought in silence. She had wondered; could she slip through the window? It was a massive risk, a simple fall to her death or worse. Yet her windows were barricaded. She searches. Looking for something to use to perhaps break through. She needed to do something.

Luck was upon her. As the town’s temple had taken slight damage from the ambush. She grabbed the stone from the wall tucked behind the bed.

She stopped.

Footsteps. Deep footsteps making their way, creeping towards her chambers. She quickly stuff it backed into the wall before hurrying to the other side of bed before plopping down onto it. The heavy doors to her chambers draw out an opening.

“You will eat amongst us.” Tarhos’ monotone voice ordered. He took his step into the room, closing the door behind him. The silence only growing as neither of their gazes shifted away.

He stares down at her.

“You have not forgotten me. That I know of. You’ve spoke of my name that night.” Spoke in a lower volume. Taking note how her guarded gaze never wavered.

“You are different.”

“And I had thought that you were.”

“I am.”

“In the worst way to ever exist.”

The silence lingers.

“Do you remember of the night? You had offered your hand to someone below.” Tarhos questioned.

“Do you remember what you have said?”

“It holds no value any longer. You, are a monster—”

“I am.”

She only just now noticed how close Tarhos had gotten. The helmeted head near inches away from her very own face. The noblewoman didn’t need to see his face to know there was more he wished to say.

“You will eat with us.” He reminds. Creaks of the door closing from his departure left her thinking to herself. She will dine before she forces her way out of this chamber prison.

And that she did. Uneased and wary as she watched his three men. Alejandro was the loudest of the bunch. The servants were horrified. Servants that were once nobles themselves. That was obvious as the woman’s hand light shakes as she pours him another drink. Snatching her hand swiftly she lets out a soft gasp.

“Keep the drinks flowing, sweet.” A little hiss of his s’ can be heard.

Sander spoke from time to time. His voice had more base, more naturally projected than the others. Often teased and bothered by Alejandro.

Like Sander, Durkos was quiet. Only quieter. She understood. Stealth, brutal strength and then a mad man she suppose.

And then Tarhos Kovács. Truthfully the scariest of them all as it seems he’s his three men combined into one. And he’s a monster. Barely human.

The frightened servants served the feast. Once more, the Helmet came off. It only confirms that her eyes gave her reality and not an illusion. He just seemed so much less lively than the night she offered him a dance. It sickened her truly.

“I’ll eat up what’s on your plate if you don’t start eating, m’ lady.” Alejandro similarly like the old hag who was rumored of being a witch within the town. Wicked. Twisted.

“Eat.” He, the Knight, ordered.

Her nerves had made her hands tremble little. She began to eat as she stared at the plate. Chewing her food, she plans as she kept the appearance of doing anything but planning. But it quickly ends once she noticed Tarhos’ eyes refused to look away. Refusing to be studied, to be figured out she stops.

“We’ve heard the story of the two of you meeting.” Alejandro’s clawed fingers hits the table. His unnerving grin never fleeing from his face.

“A little noblewoman not only greeting a knight upon a ball, but offered a dance as well? Oh must your family be ashamed!” Alejandro slammed his hand on the table loudly with a wheeze induced laughter from his own cruel joke.

“Silence, Alejandro.” Durkos finally spoken up at the table.

“What? Tis nothing but the truth, is it?” Swinging his neck to the stiff noblewoman sat in her chair. His head cocked to the side.

“A wealthy little noblewoman has done the forbidden. Multiple in fact. She greets a knight, offered a knight a dance. And then what happened next? She exposes herself to a group of men in her undergarments and her hair down. She would be considered a doxy or slut.”

“Enough.”

Any laughter, spoke words or chewing one’s food quickly died down. Tarhos how stared Alejandro down with his cold, light fading eyes.

“Return to your chambers.” He orders to the unfortunate woman who was only just exploited for one’s crude joke moments before. She wasted no time. Fluttering away from the table and into her room.

The only sound that was made after was the shift of clothes of the jailer from Durkos jabbing him with his elbow before following behind his future queen. Ensuring she was retrieving to her room.

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‘I best be careful,’

She thought as she stared down upon what could be an unfortunate end to her life. A fear lingering—inducing fall to her death as she was high above within the castle. Her delicate fingers bruised and bled from smashing the stone block against the stone wall and the barricaded windows to make her escape. Even from clawing in desperation and frustration.

Faith was put into the foggy memory she has of the castle. Hoping to find the dungeon and with Vittorio inside as well. It was on the side from where she was at. With carefully placed footing and hand placements, she goes on her way. Her own mission. Each progress, each set back and standing still was a high risk. For the building was not made for people to walk over it. Her already damaged fingers gripped tightly to the surface as she nearly slipped to her grave. Looking up at the sky, she prays. Believing in a single God, Gods or none at all, she needed the prayer and needed it to be heard. Small winces from the pain. Yet pushes onward.

She had remembered a small opening when she reached the other side where she can drop into. The garden from where she was at was near. Somewhere that will make her date with the ground easier and quieter. A hiss of pain seeped through between her teeth as she took her fall into the garden. Blood trickling down of a fresh cut on the right arm from a sharp corner of the estate. Pay no attention as there was a mission to complete.

She slipped through back inside of the walls. Searching and searching for the dungeon opening. On alert, the woman scans the hallway. Backing up to the corner to move into the next phase of the maze.

A sharp step back against the wall the stomach of a beast lingering in the darkness. Sander, keeping guard of the wing. She remains in the darkness like him. The brute turning his gaze away from new smaller hero. Hopping across the moonlit floor to return to the shadow.

His grunts and grumbles as he shuffles down the hallway. She follows behind within the shadow. He did a sharp turn shortly after one of her leaps into the shadow. His eyes lingering at the moonlit filled ground.

“Hrmph,” The noise huffed out gently as he turns around and takes the corner. The lack of dedication, attention to the shadows had left her unnoticed.

There, was the arch frame. The stone spiral flight of stairs descending into the darkness below. Small patter of her feet as she goes down the spiral stairs to the bottom.

“My lord,” She laid her eyes upon him. Battered and bruised. Her fingers wrapped around bars of his cell. His hand weakly gripping the iron barrier next to hers.

“What are you doing here?” Vittorio’s voice rasped from his neglect. He was a mess.

“I came for you, Toscano.”

“You need to leave.” He watches her as she scrambles to find keys. Not here.

“The jailer carries the keys. There is no way. You must go, my lady.”

She went back to him as she analyzed the bars. Using force to shake them, to see if there’s any weakness.

“Listen to me,” Toscano whispers his shout. His hand over hers.

“You must flee. It is too dangerous.”

“But the people need you—“

“He has taken over! There is no way of setting me free. Not without those keys.” He explains as his exhausted eyes looked into hers. His eyes traveled down to the gash on her arm.

“He did this?”

She looks at her arm.

“No, he did not. During my fall,” She breaths.

“He locks me in chambers. Forces me to eat among him and his men.” The woman continues to try to damage the bars.

“All of an offer I have made him. A dance.” She huffed. Growing frustrated by the second. The bars refusing to budge.

“Listen to me. Listen well.” Vittorio’s hand went through the space between bars as he gripped her hand.

“You must to leave. Find a way to break me free then so be it. But if you can’t, you must run. And never look back.” He warns. Intensity in his eyes made it very clear. No room for arguing.

“Now go.” The Duke squeezes her hand before letting her go. He watches her run up the stairwells.

Understanding one thing that matters the most in this situation; do not get caught near the dungeon. It would be unwise to do so. She swiftly escapes.

Alas, she was in the wing where her chambers await. She tightened her jaw as she placed her hand over her arm. The pain only really starting to hurt.

“You!”

A gasp disturbs the silence of the castle. The armored hand, similar to some type of clawed monster gripped her shoulder roughly. Those same piercing gaze and unnatural, sharp teeth grin staring down at her.

“Now how did you escape your chambers, little lady?” He eerily purred. His grip tightening and had forced her to let go of her arm. Revealing the cut.

His eyes narrowed slightly for a moment. Quickly turning into amusement. Imitating a cat enjoying playing with its prey.

“Well, well, hurt are we? How did that happen?” He clicked with his tongue before opening the door. Alejandro pat her shoulder twice and shoved her inside the room.

“Sit tight, m’ lady.” He closed the doors to her chambers. Standing there for a few moments she processes.

He was getting someone. Tarhos she assumes. Quick on her feet she hurries to the other side and begins hiding the loosen stones. Swept the crumbs of underneath the bed. There was slight damage to the barricades blocking the window. But perhaps they wouldn’t notice. Or have thought she had used practically anything in the room for its results.

Standing in front of the plush bed she looks at her lightly raised hands. Bruised yellow and purple. Small and big cuts. Bloody. Filthy. Once an elegant, smooth skin has been tainted by the world she had lived above. Forced to feel the life of a class hers saw as worthless peasants.

Harsh swing of the doors made her jolt. The looming man let his hands slide down as he walked towards her with the energy of an angered man. In his under clothes; simple long sleeves shirt and pants. Hair spilling down over his shoulders with his slightly clouded eyes glaring intensely through the strands of his dark locks.

Without saying a word and placed his calloused hand on her back and shoulder. Nearly throwing her on the bed with a low growl. He pulled her arm out, tilting it from time to time. Tarhos didn’t even bother to notice the nervous state that set in her eyes. He ordered Durkos and Alejandro for their assistance as Sander stood by the door as protection.

No comfort from the sting of the alcohol Alejandro passed to Tarhos. It was clear that he was fuming in some type of emotion. Which emotion though was undetectable. Durkos offered the bandages.

“Ow,” She winced softly. Tarhos briefly glanced up, continuing to wrap the wound moments after the exchange. His touch only softening a little. Hands moving to her other arm to see if there were other wounds that had went unnoticed. Being clear, Tarhos left with Sander and Alejandro. Durkos remained behind to clean her up. Making sure the minor cuts weren’t infected.

“We have underestimated you, my lady.” A slight muffled voice lures her out from her dream and back to reality.

“In all respects. We believed that you would be…standard for your class. Clearly that is not the case.” The cloth wiping against her cheek to gather the filth. He gets up. Wandering around the room, eyes scanning the room. He stood in front of the window and faced the stone wall.

He lingers longer.

Turning his gaze to hers. Failing to sense any unease from the woman. He went back to the window, fingers brushing over the dented barricades.

“Rest soundly, my lady.” He pushed one door open and made a quiet exit. Now alone in the room, she lies in the plush mattress on top of its covers. Staring up at the ceiling.

It started with a sniffle. Then the sting of the corners of her eyes. Her porcelain mask finally shattered as her sobs spilt from her mouth. She threw her good arm over eyes before resting the hand on her forehead as she cries.

Her town was destroyed. Family was gone, friends’ fate being unknown. Her Duke thrown into the dungeon and clearly tortured. And she was now kept by the monster against her will. The noblewoman now wonders if there even is a chance, a way out of this nightmare.

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Fresh sunrise lights the room, warming the stone made room. The lady’s nightgown rests as waves spilt on the covers as she remained a slumbering state. Her eyes opening as a flower blooming in the lenten. Slight puffy eyes from her weeps of the night.

A few knocks upon the door made her sit up in her bed. She got under the covers. A servant slips through the door and held her hands.

“Good marrow, my lady.” The woman greets. Just as the servant from last night her hands trembled lightly. She grips on the other to keep them steady.

She knew that voice.

“Rosuccia?”

The brunette looked up. Rosuccia, her dear friend was alive. Perhaps she wasn’t alone in this castle. The noblewoman got out of her bed and wrapped her arms tightly around her. Her face over her shoulder, against her neck.

“Gods, you’re okay,” She whispered, sniffling as Rosuccia places her hands on her back.

“Oh thank the gods that you are well!” She pulled away, holding her hands in her.

“When the others spoke of a woman, I did not think it would have been you.” Brushing her hair away from her face.

“I was sent to help you dress for the day.” The two decided on a dress before dressing her. Fixing the fabric and going to her hair, Rosuccia spoke up once more.

“There are only so little of us who were spared. The others are either tormented or killed.” She gathers her hair, braiding it. Adding ribbons within her hairstyle.

“My dear friend. He wishes to wed you.” She reveals, causing the noblewoman to freeze. The brunette places the braided hair into a bun and turn her to the mirror. The reflection revealed the dress. They were the most finest fabrics, biggest headpieces, lovely of patterns and colors.

The cotte; a complimenting color, the train following behind her, buttoned, the low neckline and sleeves fell down over her knuckles.

“A special occupation?” She questioned her dear friend. Rosuccia guides her to sit as she placed the socks over her feet. Placing her heeled shoes over before guiding her to rise.

“He requests for you to be in finer clothing.” She called out her name as she stopped at the door, looking back. A nervous smile forced upon her face.

“Please, be careful.” She opens the door as she waits for her to exit. Silence accompanied them on the walk down the long halls. Nothing dreads more than the large doors leading to the throne. Entering and having to walk closer to the knight felt like a ball chained to her body, dragging and slowing her down.

Tarhos’ eyes lingered through his helmet as he rose from the throne he now claims. He didn’t need to speak to know he was expecting her to follow. Into the garden, she stood by his side tensely. His armored hand taking her cheek into his palm. Cautious to not bother her peace.

“You will be able to eat soon enough.” Reporting as they cease their walking into the garden. The metal was cold, but his warmth by soul—rather what little he had less—made her fall into the touch for a brief second.

He caused it all.

She reminds herself. She restrains herself and pulls away from his touch.

“Why am I here?”

“To be my wife.”

“What?”

His hand went to the curve of her neck connecting to the shoulders.

“You are to be my wife.”

Rosuccia wasn’t lying. Her hell hasn’t even begun. He loomed down towards her face as she hit the stone structure and the her back.

“I have chased a feeling for my entire life I had once felt.” He lifted the hand up to her cheek. To others it would be a lover cupping her cheek. But the reality is a twisted sense of power.

“I want you to be there. I will wed you.” Tarhos demands in a stern, low voice.

The lady shoves his hand away as her brows twisted with fury and disgust.

“You set fire to my town. Destroyed my house, slaughtered the people, tortured our Duke and you stand before me expecting me to agree to marrying you?” She jabs a finger at his chest.

He could hurl her. Strangle her, beat her to death, use his claymore to strike her down if he really wanted to. But he doesn’t. He stands there and let her.

“You. Are like no other.”

“I should have never offered you that dance.”

“This isn’t about the dance.” Tarhos had a hand slither to her torso. It had rested on her ribcage.

“You fucking wod!” She shouts towards him.

“You’re mad. Absolutely mad…” The woman pushes him back to escape the stone wall. No efforts granted freedom from his grasp.

“What happened to you?” Tarhos didn’t respond. He releases her. His hands returning to his sides.

“I remain the same. That I have always has.” He took a flower within the garden. Half were ruined by the brutal attack. He placed it in her hair. A gesture more out of possessiveness, not love.

“Despise me all you wish. I will not let you go, and make you my wife.” He rolls up her sleeve to the right arm. His hands going over the bandage ghostly. The helmet tilted down. Expressing how much he wonders what had caused the injury.

“Come,” Tarhos guides her back into the grim castle. There within the room of an office were servants being watched by the Carnifex. Laying out a dress that was far more than appropriate for wedded bride. It was perfection. The houppelande of sorts filled with colors. Accompanied by fur. She could only imagine the jewelry that will soon come into play will enhance its beauty.

She stood still as she stares at the dress. Failing to notice the Knight snuck behind her. He raised her hand up, slipping a ring over her fingers.

“You will rule beside me. And you will be my wife.”

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A/N: Apologies for disappearing within writing for about 1-2 years so I wanted to make this one longer. It really can be my internal critic, but I think I’ve done much better writing. I also had to redo so much for getting the timeline lore incorrect so this kind of made me frustrated, haha. Hopefully you enjoy and maybe there will be a chapter three!

[soapyghostie]

Hi!! I was wondering you could do a legion (Frank or Sally will do just fine?), ghost face, and The Knight with a killer s/o whose like that Jack Goodman guy from An American Werewolf in London or Beetlejuice,, from Beetlejuice? Obviously dead as hell but still a sarcastic and joking person while looking like torn up teddy bear. Just reacting to pieces of themselves just falling off as an inconvenience while talking about some stupid shit.

Also, Love your writing man, hope to see more of it!! Hope you have a nice day/night :)

Awwwww! Thanks Anon! I’m glad you like my writing! I hope you have a blessed day/night as well! ❤️ Here’s your request. Enjoy!

The Legion/Frank Morrison

Frank would be taken aback and stare at you in confusion as pieces of you fall off your body. He might even express concern before realizing that being dead, you're not exactly endangered. Once he comprehends the situation, Frank would chuckle and shake his head. He appreciates your dark humor and the fact that your dismembered state doesn’t seem to bother you. 

Frank loves sarcasm and teasing. He’ll engage in lots of teasing and corny jokes about your ‘shedding’ (Frank’s word for your body parts falling off). He’ll playfully ask if you're molting or suggest giving an offering of some of your pieces to the Entity for extra bloodpoints to enhance your abilities in trials.  

Frank gets used to the sight and starts making casual remarks when parts of you fall off during conversations. It becomes a normal part of your dynamic, and he finds it oddly endearing. In the midst of chases or trials, Frank will point out your ‘trail’ of fallen pieces, turning it into a morbid joke between the two of you.  

Frank will collect some of the fallen bits as ‘souvenirs,’ which is kinda gross in my opinion, to display a twisted sense of affection that he has for your torn-up teddy bear appearance. If he is in a mischievous mood, he may playfully remove a piece and run off with it with you chasing after him. It becomes a game of hide-in-seek between the two of y’all as you struggle to get the piece of your body back from Frank’s grasp: he’s pretty fast. 

Frank will come up with a lot of creative nicknames for you such as ‘scatterbrained sweetheart’ or ‘lost limbs baby” as a form of teasing, but also a form of affection. 

Frank, in a strange way, becomes protective of you, patching you up if needed or giving you words of affirmation due to your unique condition. He wants to make sure you feel loved and accepted for who you are. Despite all the teasing and jokes, Frank’s growing affection for you remains genuine, proving that even in the fog, unconventional relationships can thrive.

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

Danny would be startled at the sight of pieces falling off of your during y’all’s first encounter. His wide-eyed mask might express shock wherever he goes, but he immediately recognizes the absurdity of the situation. The Entity brings some really freaky shitters for killers. Sorry no offense…

Once the shock of your appearance lulls away, Danny will quickly adopt a deadpan sense of humor about your dismembered state. He’ll compare you to horror movie tropes, such as “Beetlejuice” or “An American Werewolf in London,” or crack jokes about your unraveled state. He’ll be surprised when you reciprocate his dark humor with the same dark humor, taking his jokes very well. Danny’s mask may hide his facial expressions, but his body language suggests he’s amused by your dark humor. He may even mimic laughter through his voice changer to join in on the joke.

When seeing you perform in trials, Danny will playfully comment on your ‘trail of bits,’ distracting you from your chase. To throw him off, critique and make fun of his strategy style in trials. You’ll get him to shut up that way because joking about his killing style destroys his ego. He deserves it for distracting you from your chase. 

Danny will propose a horror movie marathon, making light of your undead state and turning it into a movie night, complete with popcorn and snarky commentary. He’ll comment a lot on how you look like the villain of most of the movies y’all watch.  

Danny likes to mess with you and will definitely hide some of your fallen pieces during trials, challenging you to find them later. Also with Danny being the king of puns, he’ll weave a lot of puns about your torn-up teddy bear appearance into y’all’s conversations. From ‘losing your head over something’ to ‘falling for you in pieces,’ his humor takes on a morbid charm that gets you laughing every time.

Despite all the macabre jokes, Danny’s actions show a peculiar form of affection. He’ll retrieve your fallen pieces, even if he’s the one who stole them and hid them around, delicately place them back in their proper place on your body. In quiet moments, Danny will lean in and confess in an eerie whisper, “You’re the only one who can make dismemberment look charming.” Fucking bastard! However, you and Danny form a unique bond built on y’all’s shared dark humor that is a testament to the resilience of y’all’s connection in the Entity’s realm. 

The Knight/Tarhos Kovács

Tarhos would be surprised at the sight of pieces falling off of you. Despite your undead state, Tarhos expresses a gentle concern for your well-being, regardless of his usual stoic and knightly manner. He’ll even try to ‘repair’ you by placing the pieces respectfully back in their right places on your body that fall off.  

Tarhos engages in polite teasing about your dismembered state. I don’t know how he does it, but he knows how to do it respectfully. He’ll make chivalrous jokes, like offering to be your ‘knight in shining armor’ even if you're a ‘teddy bear in tatters.’ Additionally, Tarhos’s knightly code will take a twist as he discusses ‘dismemberment etiquette,’ establishing proper behavior for you when pieces fall off during conversations. 

Tarhos will incorporate swordplay into y’all’s dark humor, making light jabs at your falling pieces with his sword. He’ll even suggest a jousting match with your fallen pieces as targets. It’s a fun game y’all play in your spare time. 

While y’all are walking, Tarhos will be behind you retrieving any pieces that have fallen off and will hold all your pieces in his big hands, like flowers, until y’all get to your destination where he’ll try to ‘reassemble’ you. It is a cute and comical site, yet it shows his genuine desire to care for you. 

Tarhos will serenade you with medieval ballads, incorporating humorous lyrics about your ‘torn-up teddy bear’ appearance to lighten the mood. 

Tarhos’s chivalry extends beyond physical protection, he becomes your emotional shield, navigating all your worries and insecurities through words of affirmation and hugs. As time goes on, you and Tarhos embrace the absurdity of your appearance through humor and y’all’s support for each other, forming an unconventional partnership in the dark embrace of the fog.

[r3dkn0ts]

I'm somewhat curious because everyone has their own perception of killers in dbd before they came into the realm. Out of all your faves (like Caleb, Tarhos, Billy ect..) do you think any of them are still....well virgins?? Most of them were either too focused on revenge and bloodshed to even think about ass or coochie (lookin right at you slinger also I LOVE UR BLOG SM)

I have other stuff in the drafts I'm working on atm ( do not worry followers! it will be posted! eventually! ) but Man this just. rattled my brain so hard that I had to start writing Immediately

I'm just gonna pick the guys you listed or else I'd be rambling way too much and also idk what the hell to categorize this as so ummmmm just putting it under the cut. I guess these are more like character studies than anything?

SEXUAL HEADCANONS FOR THE DBD KILLERS Featuring Caleb Quinn, Tarhos Kovács, and Max Thompson Jr.

Themes: Smut, smut, and a little bit of fluff at the end. Honestly, what did you expect? Warnings: Mentions of canon-typical violence

The Deathslinger / Caleb Quinn - I'd imagine Caleb is around his mid-to-late 60s ( if you don't think too hard about the time-fuckery that is the Entity's Realm ), so the man definitely has some years under his belt. - When it comes to sex, though, he might've fooled around with one or two folks in his younger days. Like most other cowpoke of his time, he didn't really care what gender he was laying down with. - Yes, I am saying that Caleb is pansexual. All cowboys are at least a little bit gay. I don't make the rules. - He definitely didn't see any action after nearly killing Bayshore and being stuck in a penitentiary for 15 years straight, that's for sure. - Plus, there's no good reason to be horny in a place like that. - That being said, he knows the basics and maybe a trick here or there, so he's not a total buffoon, but he's not a floozy either.

The Knight / Tarhos Kovács - Being taken from his home and put into slavery at such a young age, he didn't exactly have a normal childhood. - Tarhos didn't have the time to be concerned with anything remotely romantic or sexual, constantly going on campaigns with his men and killing everyone that stood in their way. - He would never admit it to anyone, even himself, but this man is so touch-starved and needy that just hugging him would probably give him a boner as stiff as his claymore. - Tarhos tries to ignore sexual urges until they go away, but that doesn't always work, so he might have to rub one out once in a while. He feels guilty about it every time. - Yeah, he's a virgin. No experience at all.

The Hillbilly / Max Thompson Jr. - Oh, this poor boy. We all know his story by now. It's pretty obvious that he never had any physical contact, much less that of a romantic or sexual nature. - Back in his time, television shows weren't nearly as scandalous as nowadays. There was no way of accessing pornographic material unless you got special magazines, which he of course never did. - Going through puberty, he would feel strange and uncomfortable, just trying to ignore the weird feelings he had. It made him want to crawl out of his own skin. - Those habits stuck with him into his adulthood, constantly fighting his own body and trying anything to get the strange feelings to go away. Eventually, he figured out that friction was the easiest method. - You could say he's "innocent", but I prefer "clueless". - If someone were to truly earn his trust and explain to him what erections, masturbation, and sex are, he'd get super flustered and cover his face in shame. - His first time would need to be slow and more of a tutorial than anything else. Dude's probably gonna cum as soon as a hand touches him. Just be patient.

[rootsofdread]

May I request some headcanons for The Knight, The Blight, and The Wraith with a twitchy boyfriend who has trouble staying still? Sometimes I'll be sitting still and my head will jerk to the side randomly or one of my legs will kick out and it drives me insane to the point I have trouble falling asleep sometimes :(

i have a similar problem! mine get soo bad when i'm tired lol. we're in this together anon ✊

Philip Ojomo / The Wraith:

Philip tends to keep a close eye on you. He worries about you -- even if you've told him not to be -- and fears you may hurt yourself accidentally, so he just wants to make sure you're okay when he knows that your twitching is acting up. If you're standing together he'll put his hand on your shoulder or around your back, but otherwise, he frequently checks in on you.

In a really weird kind of way, he finds your twitching...comforting? It lets him know you're still with him. When the two of you are close in any way, like when you're laying together or he's holding your hand, and he feels you jerk around, he pulls you closer. He would prefer it didn't happen, for your sake, but he appreciates knowing you aren't suddenly gone.

And he's certainly no stranger to having problems sleeping, being haunted by nightmares, himself; so he knows how you feel, to some extent. When he feels you jerk around in bed, he'll immediately wrap his arms around you and lean his head into your back or chest. He doesn't really know how to help you, because he doesn't know how to help himself, but he hopes that helps...at least a little.

Talbot Grimes / The Blight:

Talbot has always loved having you around since he met you; he finally has someone more like him around the fog. It really does something to his old, shriveled up heart seeing you do the exact same thing he does. Granted, his are more frequent; it still has always made him happy.

And he always tries to make this clear to you. Even before you were together, he'd frequently hobble over to you just to sit with you. He's not much of a talker, so he usually conveys his thoughts through gestures or tapping his cane. He didn't think you understood for a while, but was delighted when he realized you did.

When you're having problems sleeping, he'll always offer you some sort of tonic or tincture to relax you and help you sleep. If you don't want any, that's fine, he'll let you cuddle up and rest your head on his chest, so that he can rub your back while he reads quietly beside you.

Tarhos Kovács / The Knight:

Tarhos was always interested in you from the moment he saw you. He's never seen someone do...that, before. He had long assumed you were cursed for your hubris, once upon a time, or something similar. Yet, you seemed to be taking it quite well. Resolve is one of his favorite qualities in a person.

He's always around to make sure nobody gives you a hard time for something out of your control -- something so inconsequential, at that. The last thing he wants is for you to feel embarrassed about it. If anyone so much as snickers, they will meet his blade.

When you're frustrated by not being able to sleep, he tells you that fire is important, but it will be better spent elsewhere. He settles you back down, tucks you in, and will usually either read to you or recount stories from his time as a true knight for you. By this point, you've probably heard all of them, but he still hopes they soothe you.

[fishyvamp]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[unnerving-presence]

So uh, I heard u got relationship headcanons for the knight *slides my love and appreciation towards u* pretty please uwu

i love tarhos i think he should be kissed on his silly little head

not the best and i love this guy but my writing brain so bad lately i’m sorry :[

not proofread

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If you thought he was loyal toward his followers, you won’t believe how far he’d go for you. He would endlessly maim, torture and mutilate anyone who would dare touch a hair on your head. If you are loyal to him, he will repay that loyalty by tenfold.

Doesn’t mind if you like admiring him or his armor. He always liked standing out and would not complain if you complimented him or his armor. He sort of prefers the blood but won’t say anything if you decide to clean it off his armor. He appreciates the gesture, as it makes both him and his armor look that much more stunning.

Finds it slightly amusing if you worry over his wounds, bruises, and rashes across his body. He’s grown a tolerance to pain and while he does feel it, he tends to block that out for the most part. He understands why you would want to help him like you would want to help your fellow survivors but he often declines the offer and insists he is fine.

He is very open about the conversation of trials and how you should be treated. He lets you know that while he won’t treat you differently it will never mean that he or his guards hate you. He’s simply doing his job. For him, he knows you will come back and doesn’t have much of a problem sacrificing you. Though sometimes your screaming irks him a bit. He gets used to everybody else’s cries of pain, but never yours.

He always liked standing out, and he damn well will make sure he does to you. Oh, did you say something about his armor earlier? Well he just polished it, so compliment him again! You impressed by his size? You should be. He’s a damn giant compared to most killers. He’s not really subtle about wanting those aspects about him to be recognized.

Surprisingly a very passionate kisser. He’s likely never kissed anyone romantically in his life, so having the opportunity to learn and do so is a big thing for him. He has someone he cares for now. He can finally do all the things he’s secretly been wanting deep down and he won’t let it build up any longer. He’s no lovebird by any means but he’ll close to never pass up the chance to show you how much he loves you.

Quite passionate in everything he does, actually. He’ll possessively hold you close to him like a dragon protecting its treasures if you ever want to sleep on him. Again with the kissing, you can tell how badly he’s needed the feeling of someone’s lips on his. Even speaking to you about your value to him is full of every word in the book to describe you in a positive light. He uses all the horrible things he’s most known for and completely turns it around for you. He’s not the most vulnerable nor will he always be impressionable with his seemingly positive actions, but even the little ones have thought put into it, like he really wants to try for you. He’s never going to change his ways nor does he want to. But you won’t ever be treated like the other common scum in the realm. You aren’t like them, despite being in the same position as them. To him, you’re higher than that and you deserve to be treated as such.

[theres-a-body-here]

If requests are open, could you do killers of your choice reacting to the new guy?

Like, the Unknown managing to lure them in by mimicking a survivor's voice

I took some creative liberty for this TW: Violence, death Characters: Trapper, Knight, Blight Male!reader mentioned

The Trapper - Evan MacMillan

Evan is working on his bear-traps in his warehouse. The realm is silent, the sounds of faint cawing and the rustling of leaves echoes through the estate.

Out of nowhere, a voice calls out

"E...van?"

He stops working immediately

That was your voice, but you'd left for a trial just a while ago

There's no way you'd be back this early

Evan sighs rubbing his temples

Maybe he's been working for way too long; starting to hear things

Before he can go back to tightening bolts, he hears it again

"Evan"

He immediately stands up, so abruptly that his chair falls over

The stomps outside, confused and a bit worried

"(Y/N)?"

He hears no response

The air is still and the hairs on his body stand stiff

Suddenly, the smell of rotting flesh and wet copper

Something was wrong

Evan notices that even the crows have stopped making sounds

Slowly, he tries to head back into the building; he needed his cleaver

He turns around to look at the entrance to the warehouse, only to see it

The Unknown was hiding, waiting for him to see it

It attacks Evan before he can react

The first thing on Evan's mind, once the Entity revives him, is to find you

The Knight - Tarhos Kovács

Tarhos was sharpening his sword in the Borgo, listening to the crackle of the fire he sat by

The peace is interrupted as a bloodcurdling scream pierces through the air

It's you, or at least it sounds like you

If Tarhos had taken the time to listen, he would've noticed how off it sounded

But he was way too panicked to think

To him, you were in danger

With sword gripped tightly, he booked it to where he heard the scream

"(Y/N)! WHERE ARE YOU, MY LOVE!?"

He's absolutely distraught

"SPEAK TO ME, (Y/N)!"

every one of his questions is answered by another screech, coming from another direction

Before he knew it, Tarhos was worn out and exhausted

It seemed that was the thing The Unknown was waiting for

Before Tarhos can even think about catching his breath, The Unknown attacks him from behind, knocking him clean off his feet

A tendril of flesh stabs into Tarhos's thigh

The Knight reacts quickly, swinging his sword and slicing the appendage through with one slice

"It...hurts... No...m-more"

It spoke in your voice, as if mocking Tarhos

His heart sunk into his chest, mind flooding with questions as to why this creature knows what you sound like

The Unknown shrieks as it feels his flesh sizzle, snapping his head around to see Alejandro pressing his hot iron into it; the rest of the Compagnia manifesting alongside him

Seeing the thing distracted, Tarhos stabs the beast through the chest

The Unknown is unnerving unaffected, pulling away before crawling away on all fours

Tarhos isn't having that, reeling his arm before throwing his sword like a makeshift spear, pinning The Unknown's hand into the ground

He grits his teeth as he stomps towards the monster, screaming at it

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY (Y/N)?!"

Durkos and Sander rush forward as well to kill the creature

The Unknown uses its axe to chop its own hand off to escape

"(y/n)... my (y/n)" it repeats mockingly as it slinks away

The Blight - Talbot Grimes

Talbot was working on his serums and elixirs when he heard your voice

"Hey....co...come over.....here"

Right off the bat, he knew it wasn't you

Talbot knows you

He knows your every scream, moan, laugh, and tone

This was something attempting to mimic that

Despite knowing whatever was calling out was trying to luring him in, he was curious to see what exactly it was

He makes his way outside, albeit apprehensively; his cane and syringe ready

The voice speaks again

"Wha...what is that...?"

It seems to be repeating something its heard previously

Were you in a trial with whatever it was?

It also seems to be getting better at mimicking you

Talbot hurries his steps to find the source of the voice

Its not long before he comes face to face with The Unknown

Talbot isn't afraid, he's downright furious

Whatever this monster was, it clearly had some contact with you

Why else would it know how you sound like?

The fight isn't pretty; both sides inflicting heavy damage on the other

In the end, The Unknown screeches as it retreats from sight, slinking away into the fog after seeing that Blight wasn't easy prey

Talbot managed to stab the syringe into the thing, acquiring a blood sample

Experimentation could wait

He needed to find you

The real you

[bunsluvsu]

New writing blog is a go! Hoping to post fairly often but as for a start how does a smutty Tarhos/reader sound? 👀👀

[masked-men-fantasy]

Intentionally make them jealous (Dead by Daylight)

Let's say you and your guy have been a couple for a few years, and you wonder what would happen if you tend to be clingy to someone too much. How would they react?

NSFW Content. MDNI.

The Trapper

Let's say you pretend to be impressed by how big and strong Kazan is (the Oni). You give Kazan plenty of compliments and even a bit of flirty eye.

It won't take that much time for you to realize that Evan gave a glace, unfriendly, angry one.

He will simply lift you up while you have a conversation with Kazan, who is still confused about why you suddenly gave him a compliment. Then rushly bring you back to his shack.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" He said it with a low and deep voice while pinning you down on the ground.

You did not answer; you only smirked at him. Touching him slowly on his biceps and forearm.

"I guess I will show who is the big and strong one then." Even said and started to tie you up to the hook, open your leg wide, and initiate his sweet revenge on your jealousy experiment.

The Knight

You start the experiment by staying close to one of his packs. Then slowly touch their hand and say that they are handsome.

Surprisingly, Tarhos do not think. He just stood there and watched. So you tried to push him a little bit more by starting to hug them in a friendly manner.

That is when you heard a loud steel clanking on the ground. Loud enough to make faithful three, you stop everything and turn with a look of fear. Tarhos struck his sword on the ground. His hand gripped the hilt tightly.

"My tolerance is limited. If you were to live to see another day, you shall not test my patience any longer." Tarhos slams his sword on the ground. His hand gripped the hilt tighter than ever. His eyes through the helmet revealed how furious he is.

Tarhos then rushed out of the room and slammed the door. The room has gone silent. Even the faithful three, who used to be very loud, have gone mute.

Now, you're done screwing up, aren't you?

You have to run to Tarhos and hold his hand. Apologize to him and hug him as tight as you can. I tried to explain that you do not have any intentions like that. You just want to do a bit of a prank, and that is really all. You still love him as ever.

"You better not do such a sinful act again, or I shall behead you, then myself after," Tarhos stated. His tone shows he is not messing around this time.

You promised him that you would not do such a thing again. And that Tarhos is a number in your heart, always. Faithful three shall wait until he gives you permission or so.

[daddy-deathslinger]

Could I get some tarhos angst pretty please

Maybe he (unwillingly) sacrifices his s/o in a trail and they don't ever return to the fog

They died their final death kind of thing

Hey there! Some angst coming right up!

“Broken mirror” - The Knight/Tarhos Kovács x Gender Neutral S/O

A new trial. A new chance to please the Entity. And it took place in Tarhos’ realm, the Borgo. He had all the advantage, his faithful three were with him, this was going to be easy. And what was best, after a successful trial he got to see you. If it was some kind of trick from the Entity, to let him and you be together if Tarhos performed well in a trial to keep the hopes up of… of what? Getting out of here, together? Tarhos didn’t know. He didn’t know what the Entity had up its sleeve, but he was happy for whatever moment he got to spend with you. He was not going to mess up this trial. 

—

You snuck behind a torn building, checking your surroundings. The Borgo, you were in Tarhos’ realm. The air always felt thicker here, more sweet somehow. But not sweet like a rose, sickly sweet like blood and rotting flesh. It always made you a bit nauseous, but you had to be on your A game now. You had messed up in many trials before this one, the others were getting annoyed at you. And you hadn’t seen Tarhos in what felt like ages, because he hadn’t killed everyone in the trial in a while. You were both suffering without each other, and you were determined to see him after this trial.

“Y/N, over here!”

You found Feng at a generator, and the two of you started working on it. You had seen no trail of the killer yet, and- 

“Fuck!” Feng suddenly whispered, and she dragged you behind the generator to hide.

You were confused, but then you saw what she was pointing at. It was Alejandro, patrolling next to their generator. Had he seen them? The lack of high pitched screeching told them no. You and Feng stayed hidden until he went away, then you resumed your generator. So the killer was Tarhos himself, what joy. You hated being up against Tarhos, and you knew he hated it even more because he was the one who had to hurt you and sacrifice you. He usually let you go, but sometimes you let him take you so that the Entity would be pleased with him. A sudden shriek of pain somewhere let you know that Dwight had been found. The game was on.

—

Tarhos wiped the blood off his sword and picked the boy up. He carried him with ease to a meat hook, where he placed his first sacrifice. The boy hadn’t struggled, he hadn’t even cried, he had just let go. Made Tarhos’s job alot easier, so he wasn’t complaining. Three to go.

“Chief!”

It was Alejandro, back from patrol. 

“They’re here. Saw them at a generator”, he said, and Tarhos let out a heaving sigh.

You were in this trial. He hated this, he hated how the Entity made him hurt you, but he knew he had to sacrifice you to please it. It was the only way he would be able to see you after this trial. He nodded towards Alejandro, who understood the signal and went out to catch you. The game was on.

Tarhos made quick work of the other preys. He even hooked you twice, whispering “I’m sorry” every time the meat hook pierced through your shoulder. Some people would call him cruel beyond measure, hurting the love of his life like this, but Tarhos knew the rules here. And the rules were to be obeyed, otherwise even more terrible things happened. He knew both you and him waited eagerly to be together after the trial, that was what kept you both going. After killing the black haired girl with a meat hook through the spine, only you remained in the trial.

“Want us to do it, boss?” Sander asked, but Tarhos shook his head.

It had to be him, he didn’t want anyone else to sacrifice you to the Entity. It didn’t take long to find you. You were sitting by the open hatch, waiting for him to close it. Tarhos approached and looked at you, letting out a sigh. 

“Do it”, you said, nodding towards the hatch and giving him a faint smile. 

Tarhos hesitated, he always hesitated. Then he shut the hatch. He watched as you got up from the ground, readying yourself for what was to come. The Entity had started its countdown to your death. It was the most pleased if Tarhos himself killed you, however, and both you and him knew this. 

“It’s okay, my love”, you said, approaching Tarhos and hugging him tightly. “We’ll be together soon, that’s all that matters.”

Tarhos sighed, furiously fighting the tears that so desperately wanted to come out. This was not fair, not by a mile. But nothing here was fair. So in a swift motion, he picked you up from the ground and started carrying you to the closest meat hook. There, he hesitated again before quickly placing you on it. The hook pierced through your shoulder and you screamed. The screams that tormented Tarhos every waking hour. He had to look away, he couldn’t bear witnessing the Entity pulling you up towards the dark sky. He heard everything, though. The screams, the cries, the cackling from the spider's legs grabbing you. It was all worth it, he told himself. All worth it in the end.

The trial ended, and Tarhos waited. He remained at the Borgo as usual, sending away his faithful three to go entertain themselves for a while. He waited for you, patiently. You would come, he knew that. You always came to visit, and he took care of your wounds for you. He had performed the trial excellently and he would be rewarded by your company. Minutes turned to hours, and yet you didn’t show up. Tarhos started to feel weird in his chest, was it worry? It felt tight, like he couldn’t breathe. No, you had to come, you always did. He pictured you, limping out of the fog with that gentle smile on your lips as you spit out a little blood and said: “Just a flesh wound!” Then you usually laughed a bit, Tarhos knew you did it only to mask the pain and try to make him feel better. He pictured all of this, but he was alone still. 

Tarhos waited until a new trial began. He performed poorly, the worst he’s ever done, all the while his head was filled with thoughts about you. Why hadn’t you come? Had he done something wrong, something to anger the Entity? After the failed trial, he decided to wait again at the Borgo. He waited, and waited. After the third trial, and still no sign of you, Alejandro came to see Tarhos. He told him what he thought had happened, that you were gone for good now. Tarhos roared in anger and cut off his hand with his sword. He wouldn’t tolerate such talk, not from one of his own. But the fact remained, you never showed up again. And Tarhos waited.