#yandere ji-woon hak x reader

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Dark Devotion [Yandere! Dead By Daylight x Reader]

Summary: You are a mystery to both the survivors and killers within the fog. A servant of darkness, a creature created by the entity itself, you are the shadow behind the scenes that provides the survivors with the necessities they need to survive, while also assisting killers with the weapons they need to sacrifice. You are a servant void of humanity, but not one that seeks out despair. An empty slate that perhaps just needs to be taught a little bit of hope and empathy to help the survivors escape once and for all.

Four. Bitter Murmur

Placing the new box of knives out on the counter, you gazed down at the magenta colored blades, inspecting the new weapon as they shined under the dull cabin lights. It hadn’t been long since you left the entity realm to retrieve these new accessories. Since it was difficult to travel, the entity would often send you off to one of the many different worlds to get new clothes and items for both the survivors and killers to use. 

You couldn’t quite understand why it was necessary to get these meaningless items. Apparently all of the clothes you’ve retrieved held some sort of significance to both the killers and survivors from their past lives. You couldn't see the value in those things. Sure, some were curious such as one of the survivor’s blue, white, and red sailor outfit with the ‘scoops ahoy’ logo, or one of the killer’s bunny masks that was worn down and burnt. However, you couldn’t see why those clothes would fuel either side with determination.

You didn’t question it though. You simply took what you were asked to take and stock those items in the store.

Picking up a new throwing knife, you carefully wiped down the blade before placing it gently on the velvet cushion display. As you did so, your eyes peered over to the entrance of the store. 

Swinging open the door, Ji-Woon stood at the entrance of the cabin in curiosity. His eyes wandered over the cramped cabin, from the creaking, wooden floorboards to all the odd trinkets that were set out on display. He scoured the store with a scrutinizing gaze until his sharp golden hues finally landed on you.

“Greetings, Trickster.” You welcomed him. Placing a blade down, you looked over at him with a pointed stare. “Is there something you need?”

The male looked at you with a single raised brow, but after a moment he chuckled and waved a hand dismissively at you.

“Just looking around. Go back to what you’re doing.”

You gave a curt nod and turned back to the knives display.

While you cleaned, Ji-Woon looked around the make-shift store. His eyes went from the other killer’s weapons and outfits. He grimaced at all that was displayed. They were all so tasteless. Tacky. Nothing that would suit his style. In fact, everything in this realm didn’t suit him. 

When Ji-Woon first agreed to coming to the entity realm, he thought he’d be living his same old lavish lifestyle, except with the freedom to as many victims as he pleased. Unfortunately, that wasn’t quite the case. Sure, he was happy with the endless amount of freedom to kill, but he wasn’t told that he would have to wait. In fact, he didn’t even know there were others like him. Killers. Whether they were there on their own free will or against their will, they were all killers, and Ji-Woon realized that he wasn’t as special as he had hoped. 

Although he hadn’t been special in getting this kind of opportunity, he was special in a different category.

Style.

While all the other killers kept to themselves, Ji-Woon preferred a more spontaneous style. Be it his looks, attitude, or brutality in the trials, he was different. So when he heard that there was a store in the realm, something more to set him apart from the others, he immediately wanted to check it out. 

All of the outfits and accessories though, none of them caught his interest. Chainsaws were too unruly. Kitchen knives were too bland. And masks? Why would he want to hide his handsome face? Nothing in the store would suit him.

Or at least he thought, until his gaze finally landed on a section of the store where you stood. Sauntering over, Ji-Woon smiled as though he had just found his long lost love.

“Hello gorgeous.” He hummed, picking up the black bat with purple stripes and gold accents on the spikes of the bat. Giving the bat a few good swings, the male laughed to himself, imagining hitting those survivors with a powerful blow. “Ahh, I haven’t seen you in so long! But back then you were merely a prop for a music video, but now…” Ji-Woon turned around one of the mannequin displays. Putting as much force in, he blew the head right off the mannequin. 

“Now you’re perfect!” 

Turning around, Ji-Woon walked over to where you stood. His eyes glanced at you for a brief moment before his focus was solely on the displays behind you. All of them from old concerts, runway shows, and music videos he had been part of. It was all him.

The male hummed to himself, not caring if he were taking up any of your personal space. He simply grazed his fingers over the outfits while squishing you between him and the corner. Usually he wouldn’t be so chummy with strangers, however, he was in a good mood, and being the generous person he was, he wanted to make your day as well by letting you be in his presence. After all, he was The Trickster. 

Rummaging through the racks, Ji-Woon set a few outfits on his forearm all while you stood in place, still and silent.

You weren’t quite sure what to do. You’ve never been so close to anyone before. Well, that wasn’t necessarily true. You’ve only ever been close to two individuals, and they only ever been so because they wanted to kill you.

It was odd though. The trickster wasn’t trying to kill you. Unlike the times where the two killers would press you up against the wall, knife in hand and trying to tear at your skin, the trickster being so close was different from that. You could feel his body heat, smell his scent- a mix of mint and blood, and see every detail of his features. It was peculiar. 

You stared up at him with focused [eye color] eyes.

He reminded you of an insect.

“Hey.” Ji-Woon began, his eyes not once leaving the outfit display, “Take this back to my cabin.” He ordered, his arm stretched out to show the black and gold bat. 

You glanced down at the very rare item. You already knew it was too pricey for him to get, but still, you continued to look directly at him and ask:

“Would you like to purchase these using your iridescent shards or conjure using auric cells?”

“The shards.”

“I’m sorry, you can not afford this using the shards.”

Ji-Woon sighed, “Then use the auric cells.”

“I’m sorry, you can not afford this using the auric cells.”

This time, he did look at you. The once happy smile that tugged on his lips was long gone and what followed was an annoyed grimace. It only showed for a moment though. In a blink of an eyes, Ji-Woon was back to smiling his Cheshire grin, however, those eyes of his looked as steely and sharp as ever.

The idol chuckled. His chest rumbled as his deep laugh echoed from deep within himself. Ji-Woon continued to stare you down. Were you purposefully trying to sour his mood? Why would you bother to ask him how he would like to pay if you knew he didn’t have enough? In fact, why did he need to pay for these items when they were already his to begin with? 

Picking up one of the knives on display, the idol flawlessly twirled the blade between his fingers. Within an instant, he has the sharp edges of the knife pressed harshly against your throat. 

“Now, why are you toying with me like this, huh?” Ji-Woon tilted his head with a click of his tongue. “And here I thought you were nothing more than an obedient pet, but it seems you have a wicked sense of humor. How troublesome.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the idol placed his free hand up to your face and pressed a sole finger to your lips.

“Shh, I don’t want to hear it.”

So you closed your mouth, your eyes watching as the Trickster studied you. 

His gaze moved from your eyes to your lips, his mind memorizing your features from each curve and freckle that adorned your face. You weren’t bad on the eye, he’ll give you that much. However, something was off about you. His fingers subconsciously moved from your lips to your chin, his hand tilted your head up so he could get a better look at your eyes. Those eyes. The way you stared at him as though you weren’t even in your own body…it caught him off guard.

Anyone who met Ji-Woon Hak was instantly attracted to him. They all looked at him with glimmering eyes and slacked open jaws, as though he were a literal god amongst men. Starstruck. Everyone always looked starstruck upon meeting Ji-Woon Hak. 

Thus making them easy prey.

Anytime he played as the charming idol, people loved him. They adored him. No one could resist him. Even the most uptight, egotistical civilians couldn’t stop themselves from staring at him in awe. 

So why. 

Why were you looking at him as though he were nothing. 

“What are you exactly?” He muttered, though he wasn’t exactly asking you directly, his gaze seemed lost in thought as he stared into those deep pools of [eye color] that sucked him in like quicksand. There was something about you that unsettled him, and he wasn’t sure what that was.

There was a moment of silence, before you spoke. 

“I’m the servant to the entity.” You responded, though that wasn’t quite the answer the idol was looking for, it was enough to snap him out of his stupor. 

“I see.” He muttered. His hand then let go of your face and the other hand holding the knife to your throat fell to his side. Taking a step back, Ji-Woon covered the bottom half of his face with his hand, hiding the relieved smile that curled on his lips. You were nothing but a mere servant. Those words seemed to snap him back to reality. Your existence? It’s meaningless to someone like him. Why should he worry himself on you when you weren’t someone on the same level as him!

He hummed at the thought. Of course, just another servant.

“A servant, you say?” The male chuckled. “If you serve the entity as you say, then your existence is meaningless, right?” His golden hues flickered over to you, his eyes searching for a reaction. “I mean, if I were to bring this knife to your throat, she’ll just make a replacement, correct? After all, servants are just beings beneath their masters. Easy replacement.” 

Bringing up the knife once more, he showed you his star dazzling smile.

“Since you’ve blatantly disrespected me, I should only show you your place, right?”

Your eyes stared into his wild golden orbs, those cat-like pupils stared at you with feral, murderous intent. Although you weren’t sure when you disrespected him, everything he said wasn’t a lie.

“That is correct.”

He grinned.

“Under the circumstances that I am killable that is. However, I’ve been given the form where I can’t be harmed.” You replied, much to his surprise. 

Unkillable you say? Well, whether what you said was true or not, he just wanted to punish you. He wanted to hear you scream. Ji-Woon took another step closer. With the knife twirled between his fingers, the idol gazed at you mischievously. 

“Really? May I test that then?”

You lowered your head in a bow, “You may do as you wish, as long as you don’t go against the entity or her rules.”

Ji-Woon smirked, “Perfect.”

Before he could raise the knife over his head, the cabin’s door swung upon. 

“Oh hey, there you are!” 

A young woman with mid-length magenta hair walked in. She wore a long, black hooded jacket that reached a little below her waist, and a red stained plaid skirt over some black tights. If you ask anyone else, most would think she was a survivor that somehow crossed the border and got lost on the killer's side of the camp. However, upon looking at her face, those who would mistake her for a survivor would be met with one of the masks of Ormond’s most infamous group of serial killers. 

The Legion.

Although the two couldn’t see it, the woman was eyeing the idol warily as she spoke.

“I need your help. Danny and Frank are fighting again.” 

You gave a curt nod. “I’ll be right there.” You responded, before turning your attention back to the trickster, “I apologize, but it seems that I have to cut this conversation short.” You bowed once more, “I also apologize for disrespecting you. I wasn’t aware that what I said or did could be seen as rude. I will learn from this interaction and make sure it never happens again.”

Although your words seemed sincere, the tone of your voice was anything but profound. Ji-Woon could feel his anger rise and a sneer wanting to crack his charming smile. He didn’t want an apology, he wanted to see you suffer. Something about you just irritated him. He wanted to see you cry. To scream with tears running down your clear [skin tone] cheeks. 

However, it looked as though it would have to wait. 

Taking in a deep breath, the male let out a loose chuckle. “Of course. A servant must attend to their duties.” 

Standing up straight, you could feel Ji-Woon’s eyes follow you like a wolf to a rabbit as you wandered over to the masked woman’s side. 

Behind her mask, Susie stared down at the idol with glare. Placing a hand on the small of your back, she proceeded to guide you to the door. But before the two of you could leave, Ji-Woon spoke. 

“Oh, and servant? I do hope to continue with where we left off. I’d love to test out your immortality.” He spoke slyly, sending a shiver down Susie’s spine.

You could only give a curt nod, moving as the pink haired legion member quickly ushered you out the door and down the pebbled path until the two of you were a good distance away from the cabin. Once out of earshot, Susie was quick to let out an angry groan and lift up her mask, revealing her dark, sky blue eyes that swirled like an angry hurricane, and pale pink lips that turned downwards into a scowl. 

“Man, that guy is a jerk! And I thought Frank had a big ego.” She huffed out, “Who does he think he is? He just got here and he’s acting like he can do whatever he wants! The nerve!” She exclaimed. “Agh!” She scratched her head, mumbling incoherent swears to herself.

After a moment of brief pause, Susie quickly turned to you with furrowed brows of concern. “Are you okay though? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

You shook your head, “No.”

Susie smiled in relief, “That’s good. I heard the commotion walking by and I thought you needed saving.”

“I can’t be harmed so I wouldn’t need saving.”

The woman could only roll her eyes at your words, “I know, I know, but still.” She fiddled with her sleeves and looked away with a blush coating her cheeks. “I hate when the others give you a hard time. You’re too cool.”

You looked at her curiously, “Cool?”

As in, temperature wise? You brought a hand to your forehead, feeling the smoothness of your skin. You didn’t particularly feel cold. Also, how could she possibly know your temperature? The two of you hadn’t interacted in quite some time. 

While you stood there confused, Susie looked at you in amusement. A snort soon left her lips as she held in her giggles, watching as you stared at her curiously. 

“No, not cool as in how hot or cold you feel, but- aha, nevermind. You wouldn’t get it.” She giggled, looking down and kicking a few pebbles with her converse. 

You weren’t sure what she was trying to say, but you didn’t bother asking for her to elaborate. Susie has always been a bit of a curious one to you. Saying odd phrases like how you’re ‘so lit’ and that you’re ‘high-key goals.’ Despite being the more timid one of all the other legion members, she was surprisingly the oddest one of the group. Around you, she always did curious things that you couldn’t understand, but you didn’t necessarily mind. 

After a brief moment of silence, you remembered why you had followed her outside the store in the first place. Looking around the camp, you waited to see two men going at each other’s throats with blades in hand, only to be met with a quiet forest. 

“Where is Danny and Frank?”

Susie perked up, “Oh! I lied. Everything’s fine.”

Again, you were left in the dark with many questions only to be left unanswered as you nodded, blankly. “I see.”

Susie swayed back and forth on her converse, she looked at you with a cheeky grin and pointed over at the forest with her thumb, “But could you walk with me for a bit?” She asked, gazing at you with hopeful blue eyes.

You didn’t even have to think of the answer before responding. 

As the entity’s servant, you had duties to attend to. If it weren’t with the killers or survivors, then it was out looking for them. Any little time in between was nonexistent. 

You opened your mouth to decline, but before you could utter a word, Susie was quick to speak.

“And before you say no, just note that my performance for my next trial will be merciless if you say yes!” She exclaimed. 

Pausing, you looked back at the shop cabin. You could see the trickster had already walked out, his form walking away from the store and disappearing into the fog. It wasn’t as if anyone could steal from the shop anyways, not without a punishment. And if the legion member was true to her word, then the entity wouldn’t be too displeased. Especially since the killer before the legion was someone who’s been notorious for leaving the entity to hunger.

Looking back over at the legion member, you nodded. “Okay.”

WIth a bright smile, Susie grabbed your hand and excitedly dragged you into the forest until the two of you were a long distance away from the killer's camp. Once away, she linked her arm with yours, strolling through the gaps between the looming trees that towered into the empty, black abyss of the sky.

Susie took a deep breath. Her gaze fixated on the path ahead before sneaking a glance over to you. 

It had been a while since she had a moment alone with you. Being the neutral party between both the killers and survivors, your time was scarce. If you weren’t doing your daily tasks, you were often busy with one of the two troublesome stealth killers that always seemed to seek your attention. 

It was annoying.

For the past few trials, she had been longing to be in your presence. Susie had so many things to say, but your time was always snatched away just before she could ask if you had a moment to spare. Between doing your tasks and keeping everyone entertained, Susie barely had a moment to speak to you.

It was fortunate timing that she heard the commotion coming from the store, otherwise she wouldn't have gotten another opportunity to be alone with you for a while. 

Determined not to let the moment go to waste, Susie cleared her throat. 

 “So,” She began, looking over at you with a tilt of her head, “Speaking of trials, when is mine coming up?”

You thought for a moment, “After the next two trials.”

Susie’s eyes glimmered in excitement. “Really?! Oh man, I can’t wait! I’ve had the heart locket in my drawer for so long that I thought I wasn’t going to be able to burn the offering!”

Bringing her hands to her face, Susie squished her cheeks as she continued to ramble, “The entity is so cruel. My last three trials I was sent to Autohaven, possibly one of the darkest maps in the entire realm. It sucks, especially for a hunter like me! I can’t see anything when I go feral! Do you know what that’s like? Cuz let me tell you, it’s not cool.”

You didn’t respond, allowing the young woman to vent out her frustrations with her feral frenzy ability and the hardships she faced in her past few trials due to map obstacles. 

“It’s like, okay I get this super cool superpower of speed, but at what cost? I can’t see footprints, and lately the survivors seem to be so coordinated that when I manage to hit one of them with feral frenzy, they all run to the opposite side of the map and make me waste my ability! By the time I get one hook in, they’re already at three generators!”

Susie huffed out in annoyance. Massaging her temples, she released a sigh. 

“No matter, the next trial is going to be a game changer once I bring us to Coldwind Farms.” The girl grinned, “Ah, I can’t wait to have such a pretty map! Listening to the winds as the cornfields sway, and to finally feel the sun again!” She chuckled for a moment, but as soon as she said those words, her once bright blue eyes dulled and the smile on her face was quick to vanish.

Before Susie knew it, she stopped in her tracks. Glancing up at the starless sky, the young woman furrowed her brows, her thoughts lost between her words. 

“I-I miss the sun.” 

Although her eyes were on the black void above, her eyes seemed hazy, as though she was looking into the past upon gazing in the blanket of black that loomed over the realm. 

You stopped in your tracks as well. Turning to face the legion member, you watched as she continued to speak her mind. 

 “Actually, I miss home.”

She admitted, letting the words fall to her lips without thought.

Unlike the other legion members, Susie has not let go of who she used to be. She wasn’t a good guy. She knew that, but sometimes when she gives the survivors hatch, or when she rambles to you about her interests in fandoms, she sometimes feels as though she’s her past self. She’s not a killer. She’s sweet, shy, innocent Susie.

That’s why she likes being around you. You listen to her. Unlike Frank who tells her to let go of the past, or Julie who gives her unsolicited advice, you listen to her. You make her feel like naive little Susie again. 

Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine. Feeling eyes on her, Susie glanced over at you, startled upon meeting your cold [eye color] gaze. 

Shit.

Although she was comfortable speaking to you, sometimes she forgets she shouldn’t be too comfortable. After all, your loyalty wasn’t to her.

Susie could feel sweat begin to form on her brow. She quickly raised her arms up and shook her head frantically, “D-Don’t get me wrong though! I’m not going to betray the entity or anything like that!” She quickly exclaimed, her worried eyes moving back over to the ground. With her hands fidgeting with the hem of her jacket, she could feel the blade of her weapon poking from her pocket. A frown made its way to her face. 

“I…I just… I don’t know.”

A moment of silence passed between you two. While you stood there observing her, Susie stood motionless, cursing herself for saying too much. She knew better than to let her mind talk, but she couldn’t help it. Not being able to speak with you, bottling everything up, it just became too much. 

She knew she could get in trouble for saying the things she said, but at the same time, the feeling of her words slipping from her mouth brought her peace. 

Susie glanced back over to you, “Have you ever felt the sun?”

She asked, her eyes boring into you, as though searching for any form of comfort. The two of you seemed to have a stare off, with Susie wordlessly spilling a thousand words while you took in every syllable and tossed it into a void of [eye color].

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

You didn’t know how to respond. 

Susie sighed, a ghost of a smile danced on her lips. “I like the sun. Before the fog, I used to live in a cold mountain town. Nothing but snow all year long. But sometimes, there were rare occasions where the sun would peak and flowers would bloom.”

Susie could feel her eyes get bleary, “It was so beautiful.”

And she took that beauty for granted. 

Letting out a heavy sigh, Susie brushed down her hair with her fingers. The feeling of weight pulling her down suddenly felt much lighter. Although she said too much for her own comfort, she didn’t regret it. She said enough to let her mind come back to reality. 

She will possibly never see Ormond again. No, not the worn down map conjured by the entity. That one was fake. The real Ormond. Her home. She will never go home and sit on her computer, reading fanfics, watching YouTubers, or conversing through online chats. She will always be here, in this pit of darkness where monsters killed and served for who knows how many eons.

She was okay with that though. Or at least, that’s what she tells herself until those overwhelming thoughts resurface. 

But when that happens, she knows she could just go find you again. 

Blowing a raspberry, Susie strolled over to you until you two were just a few feet apart. A nervous smile moved on her lips as she fidgeted under your intense gaze.

“You know, I can’t talk about these things with anyone.” 

She shouldn’t even be talking to you of all people. 

Susie tossed that thought to the back of her mind. Her fingers fiddled with the cuffs of her sweatshirt, as her eyes peered over at you anxiously. “You’re the only one I can talk to, so thank you.”

You said nothing, but Susie figured as much.

Scratching the back of her head, Susie took a few steps back. “Well, I should let you go now! You’re probably really busy, as usual.” 

Upon seeing you turn your head away from her, your eyes going over to the direction of the survivors side of camp with a curt nod, Susie’s lips curled up into a smile of relief. 

“Well, if that new guy ever gives you any more trouble, let me know! I will be sure to kidnap you again!” She grinned cheekily, walking in the direction of the killer's camp, but not before turning back to you one more time with a wave.

As Susie walked away, you stood still in silence. Your eyes glancing up at the empty sky, your mind thinking over the question the legion member had asked you. 

What did the sun feel like again?

[m00ri]

HAVE A FUN READ AND ENJOU, SORRY FOR THE KISSING THEME AGAIN IM SO TIRED AND I DONT CARE IT'S SHOWTIME!

Yandere Trickster x gn reader

Warning; yandere and obssesive behavious, blood and again stabby stab stab.

"Sing for me Songbird."

The fog tinkered with your memories, leaving nothing behind but your name.  It probably wanted to make sure you focused on the pain and suffering that will come with every trial you will be forced to participate in.

The realm was harsh, cold and dark. It was a torture, but even there you found something that kept you sane. It was a song, or at least a melody. It has been stuck in your head ever since you got here. Not even that damn entity knew how to get rid of it. Your stiff from cold fingers fumble with the generator. You were humming the oh so familiar tune. It kept you sane, helped you calm down and you didn’t even know the words or the whole song. Just the same old tune, humming it like a broken record. Oh if you only knew, that not only this tune but also your pretty raw screaming was a music to his ears. Every match he waited for you. Every single one. You have no idea how much disappointment he had to endure when you weren’t there. His muse, his songbird. He just can’t wait to hear you make those sweet sounds, or to see the sweet crimson seep out of your stab wounds. It was beautiful, just like you. His only problem was that you didn’t even pay attention to him outside of those trials. You wound him. You should be honored, he gives you his time of the day, why can’t he get yours? The Ormond was cold, frosty grass crunching under your feet. The freezing hurt your tongue and throat. Painful but refreshing even if there was a light scent of smoke. The horn of the generator pulled you out of your thoughts, white lights signaling it was done. You smiled proudly, ready to get up and head to another one. Rubbing your hands you tried to give them so warmth. No heartbeat, no rising adrenaline, no killer. You breath on your hands, a light puff of white could appear. 

A scream echoed through the still air, your heart sank. With lips trembling you found yourself humming. You silently backed away from the generator.

Everything was going good, why now? Your heart started to race, anxiety creeping in. Head pounding with stress but you kept humming. Then a knife flew next to you, screaming loudly and you turned around to see the sinister smile of the famous trickster. You couldn’t run, this time fear made you stop dead in your tracks. “Oh my, a fan I see? How charming, how about an autograph hm?” He got closer, your face twisting in fear and confusion as you tried to force your body to move as far away as you physically could.

“Oh how lovely you hum, and the screams! My, the screams! I could say I’m obsessed.” Your back was met with one of the walls. Face twisted, in silent terror as the man got closer. You hated the trickster, he loved to torture you, you didn’t even want to know what he got planned for you this time. “Oh we are going to have so much fun this time, and don’t bother screaming. You are the last one.” He pinned you to the wall, his warm breath fanning across your face. He was so close, too close. You tried to shrink yourself, to be as small as you could to escape. His face drew in closer, the coldness of the air didn’t bother you anymore, in fact you swear the weather shifted and you felt hot and then his lips touched yours. The kiss felt long, passionate and sweet with a coppery after taste as he drew away.

“Now sing for me, Songbird” White pain blossomed in your stomach and you soon found out why you tasted copper. Trickster had stabbed you, slowly making the cut deeper.

You felt your warm blood drip from your mouth and you could help but grant his wish. You screamed with all the energy you had left.

[yanderedbdimagines]

Oh I saw the ask about the lock locker with the reader inside can you do it with the other killers The Doctor The Legion The Ghostface The Trickster of your choice ^^ like they got a chance to kidnap there darling but the entity lock the locker the darling is in to spite/punish them

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I like writing about this request a bit too much to only chose one of them, so I chose them all. >:D For the Legion I chose Julie Kostenko.

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WARNING: Mentions of torture! Blood, gore, cussing, etc. Very descriptive.

The Doctor

‘Damn it,’ is all you could think in complete and utter frustration as you found yourself locked within the locker on the main floor of the Huntress’s cabin. Just as you swore that the Doctor’s ran past you, you tried to get out and sneak out the way he just came through from, but the doors just wouldn’t give in. 

What makes the matter worse is that you’re the only one left. Your heart pounds in your chest as you fully realize that you are completely at the mercy of one of the most sadistic killers in the realm.

As if sensing your fear, the Doctor's fluorescent eyes peer down through the slats in the locker's door. You can feel his gaze burning into you, and a shiver runs down your spine. You try to stay quiet, but the static in the air only grows stronger, indicating that he knows that you’re in there. As result, your skin’s being prickled by the crackling air that found its way inside of your little space. It’s highly uncomfortable as a continuous tingling sensation, which borderlines to a humming pain, is affecting nearly every patch of your skin.

Suddenly, the Doctor's twisted laughter fills the air, and you realize that he has been toying with you all along. Your stomach churns with fear and anger at the realization that you have played right into his hands.

You fall back against the wall with a defeated sob before sliding downward, your heart haven jumped up into a frenzy and with your lungs already gasping aloud since of a sudden shortage of air due to an ever larger amount of fear jolting through your veins- aware that he could open the doors at any second.

You’re getting sick and you feel like you’re about to puke all over yourself. You can already imagine various scenarios in which he’s already torturing you to death. Very slowly flaying off your skin and precisely trimming through the flesh underneath in order to pick apart your nerves, nails pulled off before traded in by electrodes, skin around your head skinned wide open for better access to your skull before that’s broken wide open… You’ve involuntarily seen short snippets of the videos in the Lery’s memorial institute during few of the trials you’ve ran so far, haven showed you what he’s capable of.

One other method springs out to you the most; how he’s about to fry your brains out in the most painful way possible. His way of how he prefers to kill nearly each and every survivor. Quick, but very, very painful. The survivors who died this way can only remember that it hurt like hell, but they can’t fully remember how hellish it was after they were resurrected by the Entity shortly after. Obviously, you don’t want to find this out yourself, but it seems like this is about to be your first time.

You proceed to close your eyes and cradle your own body as pure panic consumes you from the inside out… But…

“Oh?~” The killer hums.

You dare to open your eyes again, only to see him turn away from you.

You listen closely to the fading footsteps before slowly standing up as the prickle of the skin disappears along with it. Peering out through the roster, the Doctor is nowhere in sight.

You swallow. He must be trying to give you this false sense of security. For all you know, he may be staring at the locker right now and waiting for the moment where you may end up succeeding to leave the locker.

Decided, you stay put. And just as you started to question if you should make a mad dash for it after all after a few minutes has passed by, something dark twisted and swerved around your body.

From just outside of the room, the Doctor witnessed how the Entity took you, and he could already imagine where to.

He sighs deeply before chuckling to himself.

Herman had hoped for this to be the moment to bring you back to his territory and have you all to himself, but the moment he pulled at the handle of the locker, he already knew that he wasn’t even allowed to. This was confirmed just a few minutes after as he closely watched and waited of what would happen; also yearning for the moment if you did get out just so that he could catch you off guard and kidnap you by force.

Still…

Maybe he’s not allowed to have you right now, but the Doctor will do everything in his power to be allowed to have you in the near future.

The Ghostface

You find yourself huddled in the cramped confines of the red locker, your heart pounding in your chest as you hear Ghostface’s raspy breathing just inches away. You had been separated from one of your teammates during the chase, and had to duck into the nearest hiding spot which you could find after you swore you’d lost him. But now, you’re trapped, with no way out and no one to help you- made evident by an intrusive thought that barged through your mind of how you somehow know that they've left through the gates.

The other survivor just went up and abandoned you.

Ghostface's voice suddenly crackles through the locker's vents, startling you out of your thoughts. "Hey there, little bird," he says in his signature distorted voice. "What are you doing hiding in there? Come out and talk to me."

You stay silent, hoping he'll give up and fuck off. “Shit. Now that’s just rude. Staying quiet like that.” But Ghostface is persistent, and he keeps talking; "You know you can't stay in there forever," he says. "Why not come out? I promise I won't ruffle your feathers too badly."

You can feel the panic rising in your chest as his words sink in. You know that if you stay in the locker too long, the Entity might jump in. But the thought of facing Ghostface, with his razor-sharp knife and twisted mind, is almost too much to bear as well.

As the minutes tick by, Ghostface grows increasingly agitated, his breathing becoming more erratic and his words more desperate. "Fuck! Come on, come on, come on," he mutters under his breath. "Why won't you come out? The clock's ticking, sweetheart."

You grip your head. And for a fleeting second, you start to think it actually may be better to face his blade than to feel a spider's leg puncture through your stomach. The killer senses this, and he tries to speak again- perhaps one last attempt to get you to come out.

A low groan suddenly rattles through the air and interrupts him, a sound similar to that of a sinking ship. Only one source is capable of making such a noise.

A thick black mist begins to seep into the locker, swirling around you in thick tendrils. He suddenly screams in anger, haven seen the occurrence the second he looked down. “NO! Don’t you fucking do this to me!” A loud bang follows- indicating that the killer’s rammed his body against the doors as a desperate attempt to get inside.

You suddenly find yourself back at the campfire not long after, surrounded by the other survivors. Jake is there, looking concerned, as he asks you what happened.

You try to explain what happened in the locker, but your words come out jumbled and incoherent. All you can remember is the feeling of being trapped, the sound of Ghostface's voice, and the overwhelming sense of relief when the mist swept you away.

As the other survivors comfort you, you can't help but wonder what would have happened if you had stayed in the locker a moment longer. Would Ghostface have managed to coax you out, or would the Entity have intervened regardless?

One thing is for certain: the horrors of the Fog are not to be underestimated. Including the unpredictable kind as the Ghostface’s just showed to you.

The Legion(Julie Kostenko)

“I’m not here to kill you.” You hear from the other side of the wooden surface.

You take a deep breath and steady yourself, trying to push away the fear that threatens to consume you. You glance at Julie through the narrow slits in the locker door, trying to read her body language. She seems sincere, but you can't be sure for as long as she’s donning that signature mask of hers. “Listen; I know you’re very scared right now, but I mean it when I say that I don’t want to hurt you.”

She's saying that now because she can't get inside. Still...

You considering Julie's words carefully. It's true that she hasn't harmed you, but that doesn't necessarily mean you can trust her. The Legion is known for their cruelty and unpredictable behavior, after all.

“Please, know that I'm not like the others. I don't enjoy hurting people anymore. I just...I just want to be understood, you know? I mean, have I ever hurt you as of late?"

She’s right. To date, she’s basically the only killer who hasn’t, and there has to be a good reason why the Entity has locked you in here because of that.

But at the same time, this could also be a ruse. After all, it’s a stone-cold fact that she’s a killer, and you simply do not know what it is that she’s trying to pull here. For all you know, she’s been playing around with you all along and simply wants to kill you once you’d set a foot outside- mocking you in one of the most twisted of ways just so that she could tell it in full detail to the other Legion members later on.

"Why should I believe you?" you ask, your voice coming out in a shaky whisper.

Julie sighs, leaning against the locker from the other side. "I get it. You don't trust me. And I don't blame you. But you have to understand, we're not like the others. We're not just mindless killers. We have a code."

"A code?" you repeat, incredulous.

Julie nods. "Yeah. A code. We stick together. We don't hurt each other. And we don't kill for fun. Only when we have to. Only when the Entity forces us to."

You consider her words, weighing them against everything you've seen in the Fog. The Legion has always seemed different from the other killers. More... human, in a way. But that doesn't mean you're ready to let your guard down just yet. Not for as long as you remember how they killed any other survivor during a trial, especially the way Julie did.

"I appreciate that you're trying to reassure me," you say finally, your voice shaky, but obviously tainted by semi-sarcasm. "But I don't trust you. And I don’t think I’ll ever will."

There's a long moment of silence, and you can hear Julie pacing outside the locker as if she’s morphed into a starving animal. You hold your breath, waiting for what's next.

But suddenly, something cold swiftly crept up your legs, and you hear a surprised gasp, the sound of a knife falling to the ground before distinct clattering of someone repeatedly pulling against the doors infiltrates your sense of sound.

You feel the familiar sensation of being transported away by the Entity's power as everything shortly goes black.

You blink, disoriented, as you find yourself standing at the campfire.

Julie is obviously nowhere in sight, and you can't help but wonder what might have happened if you had trusted her and stepped out of the locker. But for now, all you can do is try to stay alive and hope that you'll eventually make it out of this seemingly never-ending nightmare.

The Trickster

Yun-Jin Lee had told you and the other survivors everything she knew about the Trickster when she was the newest one to arrive in the Fog. A tradition held so that each and every survivor could make plans and mental preparations in case they’d face him for the very first time- making sure the chance would be as low as possible that they’d ever get caught off guard by one of the newest killers.

Yun-Jin had described each of the Trickster's inhumane killings, displaying his unique style of general torture method.

You had listened intently, taking in every word and committing each detail to memory. You didn't want to be caught off guard by the Trickster, not like the way some of the other survivors already had been.

In exchange, all of you filled her in about the other killers roaming the Fog.

Her words replay over and over again as you found yourself shivering underneath the yellow gaze of the killer in question, separated only by the locked doors of the infamous red locker, and all that preparation seemed to be for nothing.

Your breath catches in your throat as he starts to talk to you with a very thick Korean accent coating each and every word; “The things I’d do to have your undivided attention on me like this more often. The things I’d do now to have this moment last forever. The things I’d do for you. The things I’d do to you.” He chuckles dryly. “Sadly, the Entity has already decided that I’m only allowed to have so very little of you.”

He presses his forehead against the roster, his eyes never wavering from yours. It almost reminds you of a kid trying to be as close to their favorite zoo animal for as far as the fence would allow them. A creepy and downright murderous kid…

"Say my name," he demands suddenly, his tone firm and unwavering. “Say it. I know you’re aware of what my name is.”

You freeze, unsure of how to respond. A braggart laugh flees him- clearly crazy and psychotic in content. "Silence? Shame, but I'll find a way to get you to say my name once I've dragged you back to my place. Now that I think of it, when do you plan to get out of there?” He tilts his head as his almond-shaped eyes narrow in feigned amusement. “Soon, I hope?"

You try to push the fear down, but it's overwhelming. You are trapped, with no way out. You pray that the other survivors will come to your rescue, but deep down you know that it is unlikely. The Entity apparently has its own rules, and it wasn't always on your side.

You are quickly proven wrong as a sudden cold encircled your body, shadows soon overtaking most of your vision.

You feel something flutter on top of you the moment the darkness enveloped you in its cold embrace completely. At the campfire, you realized that it was a signed photograph of him that he has slid inside at the last possible second.

You couldn't help but shiver at the memory of the Trickster's twisted charm as you instantly chuck it into the fire. Yun-Jin Lee had warned you about him, but nothing could have prepared you for the sickening thrill that he brought to the Fog.

[leeby-deeby-archives]

Yandere!Ji-Woon Hak x Soft!Mute!Reader

Taglist: @deadd0edonoteat @nokoda! 💛Very very possessive 💛would call you all kinds of cute pet names 💛it's okay if you're mute! he'll gladly be the talker out of the both of you 💛 " I bet your screams would sound like a symphony~ " 💛 would get irritated if someone stole your attention away from him 💛he wouldn't even use their screams for music 💛anyone who interacts with you is a threat to him and he gets rid of those threats 💛 " You're mine dear! I'm the only one you should pay attention to!" 💛 he likes to leave marks on you, letting people know you're his 💛 super clingy and lovey dovey 💛would smother your cute face in kisses! 💛 totally purposefully puts on lipstick to leave MORE marks on you 💛Personal space? never heard of her 💛 very bratty and cranky if you don't pay attention to him 💛 don't worry about not getting enough attention, He's like a lovesick puppy and won't leave you be 💛 Would spoil you as much as he possibly can 💛 will out do anyone for your attention

[stellari-s]

༊*·˚ 冬の深夜、凍った星が光った。

s tella

( nagi! ) — welcome! ☁️

she, he, they. 18↑. requests are closed. fandoms may change.

i have an ao3 where i mostly post canon x canon works there!

sometimes i write ✨✨ ... i post random things when inspiration strikes! i do edits and stim boards sometimes.

my ask box and inbox is open if you wanna chat!

may contain nsfw (tagged as nsfw) or darker contents.

this is a side blog.

☁️ — stories & head canons.

aesop carl does your makeup.

edgar valden (tries to) comfort you.

ji-woon hak going yandere for you.

dbd killers taking care of a sick reader. (ghostface, legion, nurse, twins, mastermind)

random ithaqua head canons to cope with sparse lore updates.

hope is like ice cream. // ao3 ver.

reflections on the self.

you have a snowball fight with ithaqua in the middle of a match.

a game of tag.

an unspoken contract. // ao3 ver.

the world of a snow globe.

on warmth.

a certain reunion.

pain and desire.

a stroke of luck.

dual punishment.

a bird in a cage // bloody kisses.

faces.

christmas wishes.

dead men tell no tales.

a “fever dream”.

a promise i want to keep.

gazing at the moon.

a source of comfort.

may we never forget.

☁️ — media.

rosemary! naiad stim board.

frost! wu chang stim board.

tuberose! ripper stim board.

susie lavoie stim board.

last dance! bloody queen stim board.

far east wind! wu chang stim board.

anne halford + shall fen shall stim board.

above the high tower, a utopia.

our new october queen.

riddle rosehearts + floyd leech stim board.

twisted wonderland new years' attire 2024 icons.

ikemen series stim boards. (masterlist)

ikeseries vice and virtue mc edits & pfps.

some ikevil matching pfps ①. (william, liam, alfons, elbert, ellis)

some ikevil matching pfps ②. (harrison, jude, roger, victor)

some ikevil matching pfps ③. (elbert, alfons, ellis, jude)

some ikevil matching pfps ③². (roger, alfons)

☁️ — other.

30 day twst challenge: all days.

virtue and vice | an ikemen villains playlist.

virtue and vice | an ikemen prince playlist.

elbert greetia (ikevil) playlist.

alfons sylvatica (ikevil) playlist.

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Request Rules

I will try to be as simple as I can about this ^^

These are requests; not commissions

I only ask that you please keep requests as vague as possible when it comes to the reader. My goal is to try and make every fic as neutral as possible so mostly everybody is able to put themselves in the situation at hand. If you would like something specifically catered for you then please ask about commissions/special requests.

BUT! I would prefer something other than "HCs for [X]" because at that point I don't know what you want ^^'

I would appreciate if a prompt is what you ask for, give me a story to write you. (I'll accept something like a reader who is clingy, has glasses, etc., but not a reader with specific hair color, body type, etc.)

That means that every reader I write for is gender neutral and I will provide no description for any of them UNLESS the sitution really calls for it(but thankfully I find my way around things).

The only non-gender neutral part would be in NSFW fics where I will typically write a reader with female genitalia. However, you can always request for the opposite(the reader will be gender neutral no matter what)

Characters I will NOT write for(sorry I have my personal reasons and it's really because these characters make me uncomfortable):

Freddy Krueger

Anybody from TCM

Kenneth Chase/Jeffrey Hawk (The Clown)

Ji Woon Hak (Trickster)

Billy Lenz

Characters I will not write for romantically/sexually because they're underaged(so you can request them but platonically please)

Billy Loomis + Stu Macher

The Entirety of the Legion

Things I will NOT write:

Dub Con + Non Con + Assault

Match Ups

Incest

Minors as can be seen previously

Specific readers as can be seen previously

Nothing discriminatory

Things that kind of lead into yandere territory(I know I know, these are KILLERS we're talking about but there is a limit even then)

Cheating (UNLESS it's about a character that is not the reader or character in question)

Abuse (UNLESS it's brief mention of something in the past, or anything that does not involve the character in question doing so to the reader and vice versa)

Abortion + Child Birth (Pregnancy + Parent Scenarios are okay!)

I mostly just wanted to detail what I will not be writing for and I'd rather not annoy with what I will do because I'm pretty open to anything that does not have to do with these things. If you have any questions please do not hesitate to ask, I don't bite! But the slashers might~

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere Trickster x reader who won't give him the attention he needs and has no idea who the heck he is or doesn't know what kpop means.

I thought you meant the Trickster skin for IDV that Embalmer has and it took me a solid three days to remember "Omfg I write for DBD, too...I'm an idiot-"

The Kpop question makes sense now.

This is a little short because it's more of a concept than a scenario.

Yandere! Ji-Woon Hak with a darling who makes him attention starved

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere behavior such as a forced relationship, mentioned blood and injuries.

He thinks you have some nerve avoiding him in matches. Oh, you wound him so~! You think it doesn't enrage him when you run off in a match?

Sometimes he wonders why he bothers keeping you around. If you're just going to keep running, why doesn't he just immobilize you? One swift hit from his sharpened bat and he'll teach you a lesson.

He understands you two don't get to know eachother well because of your status but he does feel quite lonely. You starve him of such attention. He's only been close to you once.

He misses that one time, so he hunts you down each time in matches. He'll get you sooner or later, by his bat or his many knives.

He can't help but grin while he picks you up off the ground. You'll be dragged down to the basement where he'll cage you between him and the wall. This is a lesson for you to not ignore him.

Your fear makes his heart beat faster as he traces his fingers across your skin. How beautiful it is covered in wounds and blood. All caused by him, of course.

More visits like this and you'll know him like the back of your hand. He'll make sure of that.

Now the K-pop question for fun, he finds it funny. For starters, he's a K-pop star himself. He'll tell you all you need to know.

As much as he wishes he could show you his work, he knows the Entity won't allow it here. You'll just have to take his word on how it's a great music genre. He comments how you'd be a great singer for shows if he teaches you.

However, he isn't sure if you should get all that attention from the crowd.

He's the only one who should be looking at you, right?

[fire-hashira]

Requests open

things I write for

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-Obey me (mc mostly, the more chaotic the better) -Hak Ji-Woon (dead by daylight) -Gaara (Naruto) -Outlast (Miles, Waylon, Blake, Walrider, Eddie) -Shinsuke Nakamura (WWE) - Wonho (kpop) ((fluff only for him))

(18/07/2022)

adding the following characters

Demon slayer

all Hashira

Tanjiro, Inosuke, Zenitsu, Nezuko, and Kanao (platonic)

Rui, Daki and Gyutaro

Jujutsu kaisen

Gojo and Nanami

Itadori (and Sukuna), Megumi, and Nobara

Junpei

kpop

bts (all members)

Wonho

blackpink

nct (all members)

Jessi

monsta x

Kingdom

onlyoneof

shinee

Twisted wonderland

heartslaybul: Riddle, Ace, Deuce

Savanaclaw: Leona, Jack, Ruggie

octovinelle: Azul, Jade, Floyd

scarbia: Kalim

pomefiore: Epel

Ignihyde: Idia, Ortho (platonic)

Diasomia: Malleus, Silver, Sebek, Lilia

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Guidelines -no gore

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headcanons, imagines, smut, and maybe angst.

have fun!!!

[deadbydaylightaddict]

This was a idea from one of my friends. I asked for ideas and this is what they game me: what if jiwoon encounters in the realm the reader who was also a kpop idol and maybe his crush even!!

Requested by: @sunsethw4

I actually really like this idea! Here ya go!

Stars Collide

Trickster x KPop Star Reader

Warnings: During Entity, Blood, Gore, Yandereish themes, Feng’s a bitch, Slight NSFW themes, My Tiny Oc Emma being a poggchamp

I gasp as I accidentally blow up the generator.

“God! You have been here for 5 days! We would think that you can do generators right and not screw up. Just go and run the killer around or something.” Feng complained, getting up from the generator and turning me around, pushing me away.

I sigh as I walk off toward the saloon. I look over to see Laurie’s aura fall to the ground with a scream. The grip on my toolbox tightens and I run towards them. When I see the killer pick up Laurie I’m honestly shocked. The killer wore very bright kpop like clothing. Like me. Two of us in this place? A killer and survivor. Hopefully he doesn’t turn in this into a competition. He makes eye contact with me and looks shocked for a minute. He smirks and starts walking towards a hook. I quickly run to the hook in front of him and begin to sabotage it. He swung and hit the hook. I pull the last bolt out of what’s holding the hook as it fell apart with a metal bang hitting the sandy and dusty ground. The growl that comes from him sound almost feral. There was a slight annoyance to it but I was more feral than anything. He yells out in pain as Laurie manages to wiggle out of his grasp. I smile and run around in a circle, messing with the scratch marks before running off in a different direction from Laurie. He runs his hand through his hair and runs after me. He looks at me with this crazed, love struck look. He pulls out his knives and throws a few of them. I gasp and yell out in pain as some connect with my legs and back. I hear him giggle psychotically behind me as a skull burns into my face. Exposure. He swings his bat as it connects with my back.

I scream as I fall to the floor of the killer shack.

“Ah. Finally. All of this time of watching you from afar. It’s seems as if we were destined to meet.” He sighs, tapping his bat on his chin, still glaring at me.

His eyes had given me an animalistic vibe. He smiled and picked me up, taking me down to the basement. I didn’t bother struggling since there would have been no point. He dropped me in the back against the wall. He smirks as he puts his bat down and sits himself in between my legs, putting his head into the crook of my neck.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I’ve started my career,” he says possessively, moving his hands from my hips to under my shirt.

I blushed as he did so, his hands moving up to my chest. I close my eyes and yelp as he ripped my shirt down the middle, my white tank top now visible for every one. The buttons on the blouse had now been discarded on the floor.

“You’ve must have heard of me surely? The Trickster, Ji-Woon Hak. Your (Y/N) (L/N). Your apart of United Tall. I’ve always loved your voice. But I’m sure I can make more use for it than singing. Just know I’ll never let you go my star,” he giggled, pulling out one of his knives, resting it against my collarbone, kissing and biting at my neck. I hold in a moan as he bites a certain spot on my neck and moves his open hand to my shorts and fishnet leggings. As this activity he was trying to progress the gens started popping like crazy.

I open my eyes and look at the stairs of the basement to see the very small, longhaired raven head, Emma. She looked on in horror at the sight before her. She was holding her side, medkit in her hand. She must have had iron will since the Ji-Woon hadn’t heard her. She pointed to her mouth and her med kit. Syringe and Cry for help. She nods as she opens the medkit, puts it down and injects the syringe into her arm and runs over, managing to push Ji-Woon off me and helping me to my feet. I quickly cover my ears.

Ji-Woon looks at her enraged.

“You dare interrupt us? Me and my idol?!” Ji-Woon screams, picking his bat and lunging at Emma.

Emma quickly inhaled and screams at the top of her lungs, stunning Ji-swoon and making him cover his ears in pain.

“Run for the gate! I’ll take a hit! Laurie and Feng are at the gate behind the saloon!” She yells, following me upstairs.

“You get back here!” Ji-Woon screams running after us.

Emma stays behind me as we slowly make it to the exit gate. I hear Emma scream as she gets hit. She slows down so she is still behind me. I make it past the barrier and see her get hit again, her body shimmering white. Mettle of Man. I look at Ji-Woon’s face as we had all escaped. He smirked and winked at me, knowing we will see eachother again soon.

[horrorlove14]

Master list for my fanfiction works 01

I'm open for requests for any fandom you desire. Just send in an ask and you shall receive. I'll try my best to fulfil it to your satisfaction.

Second masterlist

The Sandman

His Shy Bookworm series (Morpheus/ Dream x shy! reader)

Part 01

Part 02 (coming soon)

The King of Dreams and His Energetic Adventuress (Morpheus/ Dream x Female! Pumpkinhead! Reader)

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Gotham

Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Me (Edward Nygma/ Riddler x Female Vampire! Reader)

You've Got A Smile That Can Light Up This Whole Town (Bruce Wayne x Female! Reader)

The Red String of Fate (Jonathan Crane/ Scarecrow x Female! Reader)

The Cat's Out of The Bag - Jonathan Crane/ Scarecrow x Female! Reader

Relationship Headcanon of Jonathan Crane/ Scarecrow with a Scaredy cat! Reader

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Demon Slayer

Reunited Muse series (Yushiro x Tamayo reincarnated! Reader) (coming soon)

The Dream Demon's Childhood Sweetheart (Enmu x Female! reader)

Sweet as Caramel ( x reader)

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Resident Evil Franchise

Hey Nurse, Be Gentle With Me (Leon S. Kennedy x Nurse! Reader)

Let Me Take Care of You, Alright (William Birkin x Female Assistant! Reader)

Safe Haven (Leon S. Kennedy x Wife! Reader)

William Birkin x GN! Reader request

The Silent Research Assistant (Yandere! Albert Wesker x Female! Reader)

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Valorant

For this fandom, I'll be a writing an anthology where the stories are set at the same time as each other.

I'm Forever Yours, My Love (Chamber/ Vincent Fabron x Female Doctor! Reader)

Being Forever Thankful (Husband! Chamber/ Vincent Fabron x Doctor Wife! Reader)

Reuniting With My Old Flame From Mother Russia (Sova x Female Ex-lover! Reader)

Ramen Bar Nights (Yoru x Female! Reader)

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Lies of P

The Puppet's Songbird (Pinocchio x Female Singer! Reader)

Sequel to The Puppet's Songbird: Finally Human (Pinocchio x Female Lover! Reader)

It's A Fine Day (Human! Pinocchio x Wife! Reader)

Fluff one-shot request

Heartfelt Flowers and Books series (Pinocchio x Violet (OC))

Character Profiles and Moodboards

Couple and Story Moodboards

Relationship Headcanon

Marriage Headcanon

Halloween Special 🎃👻

Chapter 1: First Meeting

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Tokyo Revengers

His Pretty Tattooed Doll (Timeskip! Hanma Shuji x Himura Natsu (OC))

A New Addition To The Family (Timeskip! Hanma Shuji x Wife! Himura Natsu (OC))

Paralyzed (Sanzu Haruchiyo song fic)

Happy Blissful Life (Timeskip! Hanemiya Kazutora x Pregnant Wife! Reader)

She Changes The Weather (Timeskip! Kokonoi Haijime x Wife! Reader)

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The Umbrella Academy

Old Scars and A Bandaged Heart (Five Hargreeves × Female Doctor! Blood Healer! Reader)

Old Scars and A Healed Heart (Five Hargreeves × Female Doctor! Blood Healer! SO Reader)

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Final Fantasy Franchise

Arranged Royal Love - Final Fantasy XVI

The Royal and His Street Performer - Final Fantasy XVI

His Mermaid Maiden - Final Fantasy XVI

Clive Rosefield short fic request

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One Piece

His Forever Home (Trafalgar D. Water Law x Pregnant Wife! Reader)

Another Bun In The Oven (Trafalgar D. Water Law x Pregnant Wife! Reader)

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Dead by Daylight

The Trickster and His Assassin Darling (Ji-woon Hak/ Trickster x Female Assassin Killer! Reader)

Thanks, Killer ♡ (Ghostface/ Danny Johnson x Killer! Artist! Reader)

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Miscellaneous

Star Walkin' - Cyberpunk Edgerunners

Street Angel In The Rough - Peaky Blinders

Relationship Headcanon with Vash - Trigun (1998 & 2023)

Relationship Headcanon with Knives- Trigun (1998 & 2023)

Paper Rings and Wedding Bells - Haikyuu

The Merman and His Human - My Hero Academia

Merman! Mirio Togata as your Boyfriend Headcanon - My Hero Academia

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The masterlist will be updated once I've written something down.

[noridoorman]

Ji-Woon Hak x Reader - Safety in my arms

I have an ask I should work with but felt like doing this rn.

Trigger warnings: Obsessive behavior, yandere behavior (but not hurting you), desperation, manipulation, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, Ji-woon genuinely cares about you but is awful at expressing it.

10.

It’s been 10 fucking days.

No matter how much you stared at those walls they all stayed the same.

No matter how much you clawed at your restrains they would never get loose.

And after the third day you realized that all your attempts at calling for help only echoed back to you.

Despite having those 10 days for yourself to think about it, you never understood why. With every goodbye kiss he left, all the nights he serenaded your hopeless self back to sleep, telling you that all will be fine and soon, you can be free together.

Together.

He always made it sound like he was trapped here too. Maybe he was right. He was trapped here. Forcing to hide the Entity’s wrath as it desperately tries to bring back you two to it’s realm. It started with a strange fog following you wherever you went and soon evolved into the familiar spidery claws, trying to drag you back in it’s hell. And it almost did if it wasn’t for the fact that Ji-Woon showed up in the right time, saving you both from what would be centuries of torture. 

Then followed the sleepless nights. What if the Entity tries to take you away again? The police sirens in the nights didn’t make it any easier, the flashing lights always reminding you what Ji-Woon did. But he changed. Didn’t he? 

Right?

He said it was for your own good. You believed it.

He said it was for your safety. You believed it.

And heck, even after spending 10 days cuffed to that sorry excuse of a bed he created, you still believe it. When he’d look with the desperation in his eyes. Stained and red from tears with bags under that once flawless face. But now that the façade dropped, the flaws reared it’s ugly heads, turning everyday into a new challenge and a new battle. He could never keep his hands off of you when you slept. Not that you wanted him to, you’d take whatever sense of comfort your could get. And the comfort of your lover is something you’d never trade for. Not even your freedom.

So instead, you beg. You beg to finally see the outside world for a bit. You begged for him to uncuff your wrists and let you walk around freely. But every time you begged, a sharp and sudden pain in your chest keeps you quiet. Whenever he’d place his forehead on yours, cupping your face with his once soft hands. Whispering how it’s all going to be okay. Placing comforting kisses on your face, asking you to forgive him after this. 

Even after all this time. All the stress weighting down on you two, running away and scavenging for food. Restless nights of him guarding you in the basement, carefully checking the place for any sights of the Entity. Treating all your wounds and fearing for his life that it’ll get infected. Always having to be the one taking the burden just to keep you two save for a little longer. And he never let his frustration out of you. 

Every day, you notice his posture change. His eyes would twitch and he’d stare off into space, slowly closing eyes before being startled awake. When you had another bad news to deliver, his fists would clench along with his jaw. His yes unable to meet yours, but he whispers “It’s fine”. He always says it will be fine. And even though you feared your inability to help would get to him, he never freaked out or blamed you for any inconvenience you blamed yourself for. But he would never cry.

You opened up to him in every way you could. He would always let you cry on his shoulders. But never did he cry in front of you. You’d always ask him how he’s doing. He would always say the same. 

He’s fine. 

It’s okay.

Don’t worry.

We’ll be fine.

His sanity has become string thick, one more incident and the walls he build break, drowning you both. And neither of you know if you’ll survive that or just make the best out of it.

“Let’s make the best out of it...” He plants a gentle kiss to your temple. A stark contrast to the cuffs that left bruises on your wrist. “As long as you stay, we’ll be fine.” He attempts to pull you closer to your side, his warm breath tickles the side of your neck. You feel the goosebumps all around your body. 

“I’ll be fine...”

[slashermadness]

Hello there, I enjoy getting requests from y'all so help yourseleves. Please be patient with me, keep in mind, I have a life outside social medias too

Fandoms I'd write for:

The boy

•Brahms Heelshire

Friday the 13th

•Jason Voorhees

•Pamela Voorhees (Platonic only)

Halloween

•Micheal Myers

•RZ Micheal Myers

Scream

•Billy Loomis

•Stu Macher

•Randy Meeks

Child's play

•Charles Lee Ray (Chucky)

•Tiffany Valentine

Nightmare on elm street

•Freddy Krueger (Will barely write for him)

Black Christmas

•Billy Lenz

House of Wax

•Bo Sinclair

•Vincent Sinclair

•Lester Sinclair

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

•Bubba Sawyer

•Thomas Hewitt

The Collector

•Asa Emory

Laid to Rest

•ChromeSkull

My Bloody Valentine

•Harry Warden

DBD

•Frank Morrison

•Danny Johnson (Jed Olsen)

•Ji-Woon Hak

•Pyramid Head

Spree

•Kurt Kunkle

•Bobby Basecamp

The Umbrella Academy

•Luther Hargreeves

•Diego Hargreeves

•Allison Hargreeves

•Klaus Hargreeves

•Five Hargreeves

•Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella and Sparrow)

•Viktor Hargreeves

•AJ Carmichael

•Lila Pitts

•Marcus Hargreeves

•Fei Hargreeves

•Alphonso Hargreeves

•Sloane Hargreeves

•Jayme Hargreeves

•Christopher Hargreeves (Idk if I take him seriously but why not add him lol)

Will do:

•Lime

•Lgbtq+

•Fluff

•Angst

•Dark content (ex. gore, and violence)

•Romantic/Platonic relationships

•Poly relationships

•Yandere stuff

• Headcanons

•Drabbles

Will NOT do:

•Smut (Not very good at it )

•R*pe (Will only be mentioned since most of the fandoms I write for are dark)

•Inc*st

•P*dophilia

WIPs

•We're on the same side (Yoon Gwi-nam x reader)

•The Sparrow Academy being in a relationship with an Umbrella

•Kurt Kunkle with a flirty s/o

Any rudeness will not be tolerated here and I will block you. Reader's gender neutral unless specified by the request. More will be added soon if I ever have a chance, have a nice day 👐

[yanderedbdimagines]

I like your writing! You are a rare yandere writer who actually writes yanderes that they actually have to work for the person they want and where things sometimes wont turn out well! I like that frustration that they must feel! Can you do separate scenarios for Joey trickster and deathslinger where they end up stuck in something while being very close to capturing their obsession for their wittle selves while they are the last one alive? Kinda like what ya did with the locker one only reverse?

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Thank you kindly! And I agree. I secretly wish there were more yandere fics that focused on rivalry and/or things not going their way as well. But ah well. We sometimes have to row the boat with whatever it is we have at the ready. xD

I really like the idea of them being stuck on something instead! For fun, I tried to find maps they are most probable to get stuck on something, and I think I found three of them that did the trick.

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The Deathslinger

At the Yamaoka estate, as he chased you through the dense bamboo brush, the Deathslinger was very close in capturing you. However, the Entity had other plans for him. His foot suddenly slipped and lodged itself between the bamboo he tried to chase you through, causing him to lose his balance. Desperate to stay upright, he reached out for one of the vines hanging from the wooden railing of a nearby Japanese platform. But the vines proved to be brittle, snapping under his weight and causing him to fall back with a loud thud. The impact caused his harpoon gun to fall between the tall grass and young bamboo sprouts, and he grunted in pain as his tall frame collided with a sharp edge of the platform's wooden flooring.

Caleb quickly tried to regain his composure, balancing himself into an awkward sitting position as he quickly turned his head towards the direction he just saw you rush to. Within a second, he watched you dart away from his line of sight from between the wisps of black smoke that’s rising from the surrounding vegetation. The Entity had intervened, fastening him in place with a cruel trick.

The bamboo stakes pressed around his leg, holding him in position as he struggled to break free. The vegetation was so dense and tangled that it actually seemed to have a life of its own, resisting all his efforts to escape as he restlessly pulled at his leg.

Caleb cursed from underneath his breath as he realized the full extent of his predicament. He was trapped, while his obsession has long since slipped away into the darkness. He knew that the Entity has intervened, and that it’s well aware that he was planning to kidnap you back towards his territory- defying it and the duty he was supposed to perform.

A blare echoes through the arena- indicating that enough of the generators have been repaired.

With a renewed sense of urgency, he redoubled his efforts to break free just after he’d reequipped his harpoon gun. He hacked away at the bamboo stakes with the blade, each blow ringing out through the Estate's grounds. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the stakes gave way, and he was free.

But deep down, he already knew he was too late to reenter the chase, for you most likely already left through the gates during that time he was busy freeing himself from the hard greenery.

The Deathslinger limped away from the bamboo brush, nursing his wounds and his wounded pride. Still, Caleb promised himself that he would never give up. He would continue to pursue you, no matter the cost, even if it meant going against the Entity's wishes. For the Deathslinger, the thrill of this particular hunt was worth any punishment.

The Legion (Joey)

Joey's heart raced as he chased after you through the golden sands and the winding paths of the Forsaken Boneyard. He had been after you for what felt like hours, driven by an insatiable urge to catch you and to claim you as his own.

But as he chased you through a narrow opening between a stone sarcophagus and an above ground burial tomb, Joey realized too late that he had made a grave mistake. The opening was proven to be too small for him to pass comfortably through, and the wooden vines that grew between them had soon ensnared him as he tried to snake his way through, trapping him in their grip.

That wasn’t all. As you turned away and out of view, he noticed black smoke drifting up from the vines that also could be seen at the exit. A darkness that behaved vastly different from the constant stream of black liquid that seemed to be seeping upward into the sky from many spots that could be found around the map.

He growls- pent up frustration getting the overhand. The Entity’s actually trying to stop him from getting to you.   

Joey struggled against the vines, his panic appearing and rising up with each passing moment. He could hear his obsession's footsteps fading completely in the distance, and he knew that if he didn't free himself soon, he may lose you. Maybe even for good.

As he fought against the vines, Joey's mind began to race. Out of the four Legion members, he was the one who had always prided himself on his speed, strength and his ability to overpower his victims, but now he was helpless, trapped like an animal in a snare.

But then something shifted inside of him. A sense of determination, a refusal to give up, took hold. With a primal roar, Joey summoned every ounce of his strength and pulled his weight against the vines with all his might.

Slowly but surely, the wooden vines began to give way, cracking and splintering under the force of his efforts as he finished the job with the added stabs of his blade. With one final burst of energy, Joey broke free, tearing himself loose from the wood that had held him captive.

Breathless, Joey stood up, his eyes blazing with a newfound sense of purpose. As he resumed his hunt, he did so with a renewed sense of determination, ready to claim his prize no matter what obstacles lay in his path.

The Trickster

The Trickster chased after you through the darkness of the Backwater swamp with a jaunty tune on his lips, reveling in the thrill of the chase. He savored the sound of your gasping breaths and the feeling of control over your fear. However, his arrogance was about to be his undoing.

Something unexpected happened. You suddenly jumped, and the Trickster realized much too late why that was. He had been so focused on the chase that he hadn't been paying good enough attention to where he was going. Now, he found himself waist-deep in a muddy puddle, one foot sunk halfway down and the other going in by a quarter.

Ji-Woon tried to wade himself free, but the muck acted like quicksand as he felt himself sinking deeper into its rather cold embrace- pulling him further down with every movement.

He clicked his tongue as you disappeared through the reed patch. Such a shame... Something else then catches his eye.

He hummed softly to himself in feigned curiosity, his bright yellow gaze soon set on the plumes of dark smoke drifting up from the watery grime found before this particular patch.

He then peered up at the misty sky above with a weakened, darker grin, the clouds swirling in a dizzying pattern. It was almost like the Entity itself was mocking him, laughing at his predicament. Of course the god’s decided he wasn’t allowed to have you, and taunting him in a way he didn’t exactly appreciate.

The grip on his bat tightened for a heartbeat. It loosened just as quickly.

He knew he had to free himself from the mud before his favorite fan would manage to escape through the hatch, slipping away from him once again.

The Trickster struggled for what felt like an eternity, fighting against the unyielding grip of the disgusting muck. But he refused to give up. With a final burst of strength, he managed to pry himself free, his body slick with mud and filth.

As he emerged from the swamp, he paused for a moment to take stock of his surroundings. His beautiful clothes were a mess, a dark brown that obscured their once-vibrant colors, but he didn't care at all anymore. He tightened his grip on his trusty bat, feeling its reassuring weight in his hand. With a single solid swing, he removed the blobs of mud from his weapon in tiny, satisfying arches. He was single-minded in his pursuit, and nothing would stand in his way. He proceeded to move through the swamp with a grace that belied his earlier struggles.

Sooner or later, he’ll get to his little survivor. He’ll even crawl his way towards you if he absolutely has to. But he’ll make sure that nothing will get in his way in trying to claim your love and your body. Even if it meant defying the Entity itself.

[rottendollface]

Warning.

My age: 22 y.o.

Your age: no minors, only 18+.

I can (and will) write dark things, like yandere, stalking, violence, CNC, etc., because I'm interested in the motives and psychology of any sorts of violence, and by my writing I'm explaining it. Almost everything you read in my fics is described from the side of a mentally ill (psychopath) character and should be greeted with criticism. Please understand that this dynamic isn't normal in real life, and I write it because: 1) It's my page; 2) I like these genres and types of characters, such a way of art have the right to exist. It doesn't mean that I would like to repeat it outside my posts, and I don't urge you to repeat it, as well. It can be anything here, don't read me if you are uncomfortable.

About me

ENFP-clown, aquarius and dead inside. I love memes, stupid jokes and live in endless spooktober 🕯️🎃👻 My first serious crushes were Valtor from 'Winx' and Ben Drowned, so yeah, it says a lot. English is my second language, please bear with me.

SFW blog – @anemiaanemona.

AO3 page.

Characters I write for

Genshin Impact: Childe Tartaglia (Ajax), Zhongli, Rosaria, Kamisato Ayato, Wriothesley, Dottore, Pierro, Capitano.

Honkai Star Rail: Argenti, Blade, Dan Heng (+ Imbibitor Lunae), Veritas Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard Landau, Luocha, Sampo, Welt Yang.

Kamigami no Asobi: Hades Aidoneus, Apollon Agana Belea, Balder Hringhorni, Thoth Caduceus.

Uta no Prince-sama: Reiji Kotobuki, Camus, Ittoki Otoya, Ren Jinguji, Kira Sumeragi, Seiichiro Jinguji.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: Kyoya Hibari, Xanxus, Squalo Superbi, Byakuran.

Shingeki no Kyojin: Reiner Braun, Erwin Smith, Zeke Jaeger.

Dead by Daylight: The Trapper (Evan MacMillan), The Trickster (Ji-Woon Hak), The Mastermind (Albert Wesker).

Mystic Messenger: Jumin Han, Choi Saeyoung (707), Choi Saeran (Ray, Unknown), Kim Yoosung.

Boyfriend to Death: Strade, Ren Hana.

Mortal Kombat 1 (12): Shang Tsung, Sub-Zero (Bi-Han), Scorpion (Kuai Liang), Mileena, Sindel.

Lurking for Love: Jacob Alden.

I can write for your fav characters, but on this guys I have personal headcanons and ideas 👻

My preferences

🥀 this section can be updated 🥀

I write dark content mostly, and the biggest part of my fics is about any sorts of violence of a certain character over reader (it may be hidden or depicted graphically).

I like: drama (between character and reader or reader and society, etc.), mysticism (including all the forms of paranormal activities and devilry), dark, horror, body horror, ABO system, physical and psychological violence, sexual violence, surrealism, mental disorders, status difference, age difference (only with younger reader/older character), patriarchal and heteronormative relationships dynamic, misogyny, femdom, mommy kink.

I don't like it, but I can write it (no guarantees that the result will be good): fluff, healthy relationships (of any kind), rivals to lovers, enthusiastic consent, service top/power bottom, enemy mine, soulmates, domestic fics.

I won't write it: male reader (I'm not educated enough in it), scat, diaper fetish, genitals torture, character x character, heavy necrophilia (excluding zombies), cuckolding, manipulations with urethra, sugar mommy, zoophilia (excluding monsters), FWB, harem (reverse harem included).

Tools

To edit pictures I use: Meitu, GlitchCam, Mirror Lab.

To find pictures I use: Pinterest, Twitter (ecchi_aesth, tasteful_ecchi, tasteful_manga).

To create playlists: SoundCloud.

To find music: SoundCloud, YouTube, VK.

Favourite picrew: tap, tap.

Masterlist

Genshin Impact

Wriothesley

Guilty.

Dottore | Zandik

Prayer.

Childe Tartaglia | Ajax

Sons of Sin;

The Horror of Our Love;

Sugar storm;

I still dream about her;

Delirium;

Freezing Moon;

The Alien;

The Hunger Games AU pt.1;

Happy violence;

Jar O' Kinks Headcanons.

Zhongli | Morax

Dollhouse;

Uncut bijou;

Autocrat;

Remember me.

Venti | Barbatos

Eros.

Rosaria

Be my sacrifice.

Dainsleif

Agape;

Do Angels Never Cry and Heaven Never Fall?

Diluc Ragnvindr

Antihero.

Kaeya Alberich

Antihero.

Uta no Prince-sama

Kotobuki Reiji

Spotlight.

Boyfriend to Death

Strade

Like Home.

Lurking for Love

Jacob Alden

Pots of Kinks.

Mortal Kombat

Smoke

Smoke Relationship Headcanons.

HSR

Gallagher

Rum and Cigarettes.

[playgroundfadings]

What to expect from me?

Dead by Daylight

I'm obsessed with Ghostface/Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen, so expect a lot of that.

Will mostly be Ghostface x Oc, sorry not sorry. But I can write about Ghostface x reader, everyone deserves a piece of this red flag (even though he doesn't deserve us, sigh).

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English is not my first language, and I might sometimes struggle, but I promise I will try my best ♥

✝ Who I write for? ✝

Danny ''Jed Olsen'' Johnson (Ghostface, DBD)

Thomas Hewitt

Michael Myers (OG, RZ, DBD)

Jason Voorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Frank Morrison (Legion, DBD)

Joey (Legion, DBD)

Susie (Legion, DBD)

Julie (Legion, DBD)

Ji-Woon Hak (The Trickster, DBD)

Yautja (Predator)

Any monsters really

Not in the list? Feel free to ask! I'm more than happy to research things.

✔ Good stuff I provide?

NSFW

SFW

Headcanons

Drabbles

One-shots

Yandere tropes

Maybe some art?

✘ Big no no?

Incest

P*dophilia

Rape (dub-con is accepted)