#yandere survivor x reader

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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.

[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.

[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

[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”

[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.

[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...)

[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.

[lukabitch]

Sorry if you requests were closed and I didn't see but could I get yander wesker eliminating the other survivors in a trial to get a male reader to himself?

Hell yeah a yandere request! Honestly been a hot minute since I’ve wrote someone as a yandere. Thank you so much for the request Anon! :)

Cw: Yandere stuff obv, violence, blood, obsession, typical dbd stuff.

So sorry about the wait for this I’ve been sick and just started feeling better.

The screams of your teammate echoed in the distance. It was a haunting sound that went through the air, but all you could do was sit there and focus on the objective. Wesker was always a bit weird towards you. The comments he made about you being the perfect specimen to rule beside him. It was unusual but didn’t go further than that, though.

Wesker was determined to have you as his. He knew you were the one, the perfect specimen. It started out as interest in experimentation, you seemed very strong-willed. Eventually, it grew into something more. Maybe his dreams of ruling the weak were behind him, but in this new realm there are new opportunities.

Slowly one by one he picks off your team, always making sure they’re killed in front of you. Somehow, your hope didn’t waver even when face to face with him. You were too busy trying to get the last generator done to notice your teammate has long been quiet. When you did notice it was too late, Wesker had caught his prize.

It didn’t take long for him to have you pinned to a nearby wall. “There you are, I expected more of a fight than this.” His tone was incredibly snarky, and that smirk of his made it all the more embarrassing.

“What the hell do you want from me?” Your words were extremely bitter. He just laughed at your question, his grip on your throat tightening. Now you’re very creeped out he’d usually just kill you, but he wasn’t.

“I just want what I deserve, and what I deserve is you.” He felt you swallow hard, suddenly that confidence you had was gone. “Don’t start showing weakness now.” You were trembling underneath him, fear giving you the adrenaline rush you needed to push him away.

It didn’t take long for him to catch up. Only a minute and he has you back in his grasps. You struggled until whatever energy you had was gone. “How naughty for my handsome boy to try to run. I’ll be gracious enough to let it slide this one time.” He was purring into your ear, pulling you tight against his chest.

Something slimy slithered up your chest before digging into your skin. You hissed and hit Wesker as hard as you could. “Stop it hurts, please.” He would just hush and tell you it would be over soon. Kisses were placed on your forehead in a weird way, it did sooth you.

Everything was starting to get fuzzy. Your limbs were going numb, a static like feeling going through them. Eventually, your vision was going black, and before you passed out you hear Wesker mumbled something about a deal.



[diejager]

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[The Ghostface | Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson]

Bunny* | collection - d

A little bunny caught Ghostface’s attention, curiosity and eagerness has led him to play with you.

Run, Rabbit Run! Part 2 Part 3| mini-series - d,y

You were his only survivor; you were the reason he moved states so often; you were the reason he took up the knife; he wants you again.

Lil' Mouse* | d

Danny has a little obsession about the new survivor.

Still Alive* | d,y

You can't take it anymore, you had to run, flee from Ghostface.

Public sex* | d Riding* Giving Head* | r Scare | d

[The Executioner | Pyramid Head]

Obsession | d,r Pairing: Yan!Micheal/Pyramid Head x surv!reader

You’re somehow the obsession of not one, but two different monsters.

Just sex* | f Overstimulation* | f,r Breeding* | f,d,r Headlock* | r Tongue* | r

[The Pig | Amanda Young]

buff reader | f,r

[The Skull Merchant | Adriana Imai]

Chiaroscuro | d,r

Your paintings seem to connect her to you. She’s thankful for this fate.

[The Oni | Kazan Yamaoka]

NSFW headcanon* | r,f

[The Trapper | Evan MacMilan]

NSFW headcanon* | r,f

[The Clown | Kenneth Chase alias Jeffrey Hawk]

NSFW Headcanon* | r,f,d

[The Shape | Micheal Myers]

Obsession | d,r Pairing: Yan!Micheal/Pyramid Head x surv!reader

You’re somehow the obsession of not one, but two different monsters.

[m0063576]

DBD non srs oc's 18+

Meet GODA the monster accidently summoned by a magician and her assistant. Uncencered under the cut.

LOrd have mercy

[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.

[outcasting101]

trying out my clipstudio, i can finally extend the story a bit longer. ^^

[suiana]

(yandere! zombie x gn! survivor reader) (im such a youtube shorts kid bruh this idea came to me because of a video i watched)

did you know that zombies retain their habits from when they were humans?

well you sure as hell do now, because why is your annoying neighbour still following you around?? he's literally fucking rotting???

"shoo! go away!"

you hiss at him, shooting a rubber band at him before quickly climbing up a tree. phew, you wouldn't be bothered by him from here. it's been like this for a few days now, your undead neighbour following you around as you did your best to survive in this ruined world.

you never really liked him, your neighbour that is. he's always been that one weird guy that keeps annoying you ever since he moved in. constantly knocking on your door and asking to have meals together, to getting to and from work at the same times as you... you're so sure that he was stalking you. how could it ever be a coincidence that he just somehow knew when you were going out and coming back from work?

but now you wouldn't ever know and it's not like you wanted to know anyway. ignorance is bliss after all. oh! he's also very stubborn and it's quite apparent in his zombie form.

"bweh."

"go away!"

the zombie hits at the tree you were sitting down on as he looks up at you with what seemed to be puppydog eyes. you could only grimace at the sight before checking through your supplies. shit, you're running out of stuff.

"ugh... i'll need to scavenge for food-"

"guh!"

you raise an eyebrow at your undead admirer before humming. right, you suppose it isn't that bad that you have him around... he gives you stuff that's useful and scares away other mobs (you think he eats them if they get too close to you). you would've actually coddled him like a dog if he wasn't trying to get into your pants or kiss you every second.

"thanks."

you lean forward and snatch the bad of chips from his rotting hands before stuffing it into your bag. mn, you could probably have that for your lunch and dinner tomorrow.

"let's see... i need to find a good place to sleep tonight."

"bwa! buh beh!"

your zombie immediately starts scratching at the tree bark before jutting his lower lip. huh...

"no, i'm not sleeping in your apartment."

"gah!"

you think you're starting to understand zombie language because why are you holding full on conversations with him??

"don't give me that face. you know our apartment complex is riddled with zombies. i don't want to be turned."

"kh... gur! rh..."

"you think i'm trusting you? i swear i saw our old neighbour lurking around there and he was an olympic sprinter."

you shake your finger at the zombie before sighing softly. why did this apocalypse have to happen? things were going great for you before this. you just had a raise and you were so close to landing a date with your hot boss!

if you didn't know any better you'd have thought that your little zombie admirer was the one who kickstarted this zombie apocalypse because of his jealousy. what did he work as before he turned? a scientist?

"tn... jhn... ngh..."

"don't act all sassy with me right now. it's not like i want to sleep in your place to begin with. you'd probably lock me in there with you and i'd be trapped."

"bah!"

rolling your eyes at the sassy undead man, you rest against the trunk of the tree and shut your eyes. might as well get some rest before setting off again.

"i'm going to rest now. help me keep an eye out."

"kah kah. jah?"

"no, i won't kiss you. and no, i most certainly won't reward you with myself. you're rotting, damnit! how many times do i have to tell you that?"

"ui..."

what in the sassy zombie apocalypse have you gotten yourself into?

[dearest-painter]

Going off what anon said about survivor reader. What if Miguel, Jason, and Peter B accidentally got dragged back into the entity’s world and actually saw how bad it was. To spice it up Yandere platonic Dead by Daylight killers. Who would stay near the reader? Who would be impressed how well they do in trials?

Miguel and Jason take turns staying close to you, while Peter B is impressed on how well your doing. The Miles’s usually don’t put you on the hook unless it’s Frank, ghostface, and the trickster. The way you quickly change to scared traumatized survivor to ‘I’m going to gut anyone who tries to take the others away’ survivor.

[allurilove]

it’s so crazy how my two male wife’s don’t get any love, BRO I LOVE MASOCHISTS SO MUCH 😔😔 I am such a fucking simp for Survivor yan and neighbor yan, so can I get dick hcs for my two girls? If you feel like it can you throw in how you think they look? <3 (I love calling men girls)

Can I also engage in yearbook yan slander? He seems like the type of dude to call girls females (I get such an ick when men do that)

love youuu 💋💋

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

I hate that too, omfg. Honestly yearbook guy just cannot take a break ig, everyone hates him 😭😭 is there one brave soul that’s gonna come out and say they do like him? do yall even exist ? 🤨

(maybe he would call women that? just not in public.)

Survivor yan… I mean he didn’t lie when he said that he is a grower. I think that when he’s soft he’s probably at around two-three inches?. and then when he’s fully erect he’s about 5.5-6 inches. girth wise 2.5 cm. I don’t really know if he is cut or not, so yall can decide that. I would imagine he has hair down there due to the lack of razors in his world.

for his appearance all I can think about is Louis Garrel. I mean I just like Louis so…

there ya go!

For neighbor yan, I would say he’s a bit on the bigger side. Hes a little awkward with his dick, and he doesn’t really like to touch himself unless he’s thinking about you. Neighbor would be a solid 8 inch, 3cm in girth, and he’s uncut (maybe) And he doesn’t have much hair on his body except for on his damn legs.

Neighbor would have that sweet looking face. he would look like someone that’s totally normal, and a bit adorable. He has soft brown eyes, light brown hair, and occasionally wears glasses. He wears graphic t-shirts, regular straight up and down jeans, and converse.