#DBD The Clown x Reader

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Think about facepaint spread all over your inner thighs.

Yes this is a clownfucker (very) friendly post.

[mara-xx217]

You Got Exactly What You Were Looking For- The Clown x You (Dead by Daylight Commission)

The first of two wonderful commissions for @barcodeboyz

You really were just curious to see if you could drink the shit the Clown threw at survivors. Guess you bit off more than you could chew… You were still proved right, though.

Warnings: Dubious Consent, Drug/Alcohol Use, Drunk Sex, Anal, Slight Humiliation

Work Text:

   A joke. Not a bet, but a joke.  

   “Who here thinks the Clown can’t even get it up anymore?”  

   The majority said “No way in hell!” but you? You said “Yeah… I think that he can! And I bet he’s got the biggest dick out of anyone here!” The others laughed and cringed as you wiggled your eyebrows in an exaggerated fashion. Yeah, it was a joke and a shitty one at that. It made everyone laugh and then it was forgotten within minutes. 

   “Hey, do you think that shit the Clown throws is actually alcohol? Or is it just some bullshit the Entity has cooked up?” 

   “Hell if I know. Why are you asking me? Wanna get shit-faced for something?”

    “HA! I wish… Maybe the Entity will gift someone some booze at some point.”

   “Why don’t you ask the Clown?” Someone ribbed you. You curl your lip in disgust.

   “Uh, fuck no. I’m good thanks.” They giggled at your expressed disgust. 

   “Hey! Next time we’re at that Asylum, let's raid his caravan and see if there’s anything to drink!” That is a horrible idea.

   “Yeah, sure! I’m in!” 

    You’re a fucking idiot…  

   Against you’re better judgement, you didn’t wait for the subsequent trial to take place. You were curious and couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of getting totally plastered at camp with the other survivors.

   What are the odds you’re caught? Dude probably spends all his time getting wasted and sleeping. Or jerking off. Or all the above in varying orders. You giggle to yourself. “Biggest dick…” Yeah right!

   You became uneasy as you approached the Clown’s caravan. Maurice is still gone… No surprise there. You swallowed your fear and continued your approach. It’s fine. He’s…probably drunk! Yeah! A-And asleep! Your shoulders relaxed slightly, but your heart continued to hammer in your chest. If he’s there, I can just leave… say he chased me off… No one would think otherwise.  

    CREAK CREAK CREAK

   You cringe at every step you take up the caravan steps. The entire thing shifted subtly under your weight. Yeah, okay… this is the worst fucking idea you’ve ever had in your entire life. Second thoughts crept down your spine. You peered through the murky window of the door. 

   Empty? It was hard to tell. Your hand was on the knob but you hesitated. Something made the decision for you.  

   The door creaked open with the slightest pressure applied to it. Your heart nearly dropped out of your ass, but you quickly regained your composure as you saw no one was waiting for you on the other side. 

    Ha… of course. It’s… fine! Probably…

   You take a step inside.

   Dark, cramp, and smells terrible. It was a little different from what you were used to, but you simply shrugged it off. You were more focused on the task at hand.

    “Hmmm… where- Ah ha!” You triumphantly hold up your prize: a bottle of (assumed) unlabeled and unknown alcohol! Without waiting you pop the cork off (what liquor uses corks anymore??) and down several mouthfuls- 

   Before you choke and realize you made a terrible mistake.

   “UGH- what the fuu- uuhh…?” You blinked. Oh.

   Oh shit-  

   It totally blindsided you. You felt warm from the tips of your toes all the way to the top of your head. Not just warm, but dizzy too. The bottle slips from your fingers and cracks on the floor, covering your shoes in liquid.

    “Whoopsie… hehehe…” You felt the caravan shift underfoot, making you lose your balance and sending you careening in an unspecified direction. Your heels caught on the edge of a bed and you fell backward onto a plain mattress. 

   You nearly passed out on the spot. You couldn’t quite keep your eyes open, but couldn’t quite fall asleep either. You didn’t notice the caravan shift with approaching footsteps, nor the chuckle that broke the near-perfect silence. 

   You, however, did notice your entire body being shifted until your head was just barely hanging off the edge of the bed.

   “What? You break into my caravan and take a nap in my fucking bed? The hell’s wrong with you?” You slur a response. Even you don’t know what you were trying to say. All you know is that you’re warm and your pants have become uncomfortably tight.

   No, you couldn’t focus on anything for long. Even when clothing was shifted and something warm and wet was prodded against your lips, all you could do was grumble and turn your head to the side.

   Not that it did you any good. Your hair was roughly gripped and your head was straightened. Something slipped past your parted lips. 

   You cringed at the taste, but couldn’t muster the strength to pull away. The shallow movements suddenly became deeper, faster, rougher. Some of the haze that blanketed your mind cleared for a fraction of a second. You became hyper-aware of your current predicament. 

    The Clown was face-fucking you.  

   Your throat spasmed in an involuntary cough as your gag reflex was triggered. You grip onto his thighs as you screwed your eyes shut as he ranted about “-something, something, alcohol spilled, something, something punishment-”  

    Oh fuck- fuck, fuck FUCK YOU CAN’T BREATHE-!!!  

   He gripped your throat and pinned you down, preventing you from wiggling away. Not that you had the mind to do so. As gross as it was… it did turn you on… 

   You can’t remember the last time something like this happened to you. Getting drunk, face-fucked… maybe something more? You buck your hips into the air in a pathetic attempt to gain some friction from your jeans. You were already absentmindedly sucking him off. Wiggling your tongue, bobbing your head, and minding your teeth-

   Saliva floods your sinuses as you gag again. Tears blind you as you become desperate for air. You jump and choke on a moan as your own hard-on is palmed roughly. You can’t. No, seriously, you can’t fucking deal with this anymore…! Something needs to happen or- or you’ll fucking explode…!  

   Mercifully he pulls his cock from your throat, allowing you to take a much need breath of air. Before you recovered fully, you were yanked forward further, until your shoulders hit the floor with a surprised squeak on your behalf. 

   Heat pooled in your gut as your jeans- underwear and all- were yanked off and cast aside. It was as panic-inducing as it was fucking hot. You jumped as room temperature liquid was messily poured between your legs, streaming down your back and torso and down the back of your head and all over your face. It’s the same shit you drank-? OH FUCK!

   Thick fingers prod against your ass. There was little warming up before three fingers forced their way inside of you. UGH-?! Why is it so fucking warm?! You were so loose he could easily plunge from his knuckles to the tips of his fingers then back to his knuckles with little resistance. It didn’t feel right. You cringed and gritted your teeth as you felt your cock throb with need. Seemingly satisfied, the Clown pulls his fingers away all at once, leaving you feeling empty and your muscles clenching on nothing.

    A part of you didn’t expect it to just… happen. Like, there should have been more of a performance or something. And there would have been… if it hadn’t been so long since the Clown had gotten any action. Instead of making this a long, drawn-out show, he cut straight to the punchline and plunged his dick into your ass without warning. 

   Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the bizarre position you were pretzeled into. Maybe it was because you’ve been wanting a good fuck- you don’t know okay?! It hurt like hell and you couldn’t stop yourself from screaming so loud that your voice cracked. 

   You couldn’t even struggle if you wanted to! The Clown had you nearly folded in half as he held you from underneath the knees- Oh shit this is sO FUCKED UP- SHIT!  

   The human body can only bend and twist so much before shit starts to get weird. You shouldn’t be okay- no, you aren’t okay damn it! Y-You’re getting fucked and stretched in ways that shouldn’t be possible! It burns like hell and you have no choice but to coincide that you’ve needed a fuck like this for so, so soso sooo long…

   The Clown called you a whore- or maybe a slut?- for “squealing like a pig in heat” as he shifted his grip from your knees to your thighs. You could only pathetically babble in agreement as you squeezed his cock every time he thrusts into you. 

    Oh, shit- Shit shit shit shIT SHIT SHIT-!!  

   Too deep and too fast- FUCK! It hurts but you feel like you’re- like you’re about to-

   Heat crept down your spine as you felt the Clown throb inside of you. Oh god, is he-? YES HE IS OH SHIT-!!!

   You cried out as you felt warmth flood inside of you. The Clown grunted as you clamped down on his cock. A-Almost… just a little more- You were so close to cumming. You just needed a little more friction and-

   You were dropped flat on your back. His cock slid out of you with a barely audible pop! If you were sober, you might have cried from mortification. Slimy, wet- Did you ever have something so big before? But you weren’t sober, so you instead grabbed your own cock and tried to finally reach your own peak of pleasure. 

   A calloused hand snatched your wrist just as you began to tug. 

   “What? Not enough? D’ya need more?”  

   It was more a threat than an offer, but you couldn’t deny how your cock twitched for more…  

   Maybe you nodded… Maybe you returned to camp with a bottle of the Clown’s “get shit-faced off the fumes alone” happy juice. Maybe you returned with a sore ass. No one would be the wiser, and the “don’t ask don’t tell” policy most survivors abide by certainly worked in your favour…

    Guess you’ll have to pay him another visit sometime soon…  

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire

[5eraphim]

dbd killers w/ somnophilia

Characters: The Clown, The Shape, The Mastermind, The Deathslinger, The Doctor

Rating: M

Content Warnings: Somnophilia, dubcon, toxic relationship dynamics

Word Count: 1.3k

(song inspo)

The Clown

He is a dirty, dirty, dirty old man. The clown is easily one of the most perverted killers in the game. Somnophilia is just another kink among his long list of perversions. Likely even one of his personal favorites.

He loves to drug you with whatever heavy sedative he can concoct, something he knows you have no hope of actually resisting. Kenneth firmly believes the weak must fear the strong, even if it's not a fair fight. This is another way to control you and keep you under his command. The instant gratification here is immensely appealing.

Loves the feeling of using his own body weight to pin you down, especially if he can feel the way you try to fight back while still weakened and encumbered by sleep, totally oblivious to the gravity of the situation. Additionally, he loves to tie your hands down while he takes advantage of you like this, thinking about how terrified you'll be when you eventually wake up.

When you are awake, he reminds you of how he sees your sleeping body as "free to use." Your body is nothing more than a commodity to him or a vessel he can use for his own pleasure and gratification. To Kenneth, your free will, mind, and intellect are all second value to your body and the satisfaction you can bring him.

The Shape

This more direct perverted side started as a by-product of his fondness for watching you sleep. Slowly over time, growing more and more emboldened around your sleeping body. Always wanting to see how close, how he could touch, how he could manage to provoke you before you stirred or awoke. Though more often than not, Michael is sly enough to know how to have his fun without you waking up suspecting a thing.

Loves to leave kisses all over your body while you sleep, which turn into bruises and bitemarks when you awaken, especially on areas like your lower stomach or thighs. Likes to get as close as possible to the sensitive area between your legs, watching how they tremble and twitch in your sleep while you are oblivious to what is happening.

Michael is far more attracted to the dominance of the act and the helplessness on your end. Rather than the transgressive nature in and of itself.

The Mastermind

Orgasm alarm clock extraordinaire. As one of the most prominent doms in the game, Albert prefers subs to be obedient and well-behaved rather than bratty. Thus, Albert is drawn to the appeal of taking you when you have no choice but to follow his lead and are at his mercy.

He likes to choke you out while you're asleep, even though it almost always results in you waking up immediately. The power he feels in the moment, no matter how brief it may be, is unparalleled.

Albert loves to record you and take pictures of you in your sleep. Sometimes it's when your clothes are already torn off your body, or after you're in a compromising position or something lewd like that, but not always. There's something about how you look so unaware and corruptible that Albert can't get enough of! Of course, these photos are strictly for his eyes only, though he would certainly consider using these as leverage to keep you under his command. And if you ever were dumb enough to try and cheat on him or try to leave him, Albert would leak them in a heartbeat.

(In the Resident Evil games) Albert is used to working late into the night and returning home when you've fallen asleep hours beforehand. It was only a matter of time before he realized your effect on him while unconscious. If you really loved him, surely you wouldn't see anything wrong with him using you to relieve a little stress and tension after a long day, right?

The Artist

Carmina is not the type to wait until you've fallen asleep at all! Instead, she lives for the thrill of toying with you while you're on the edge of sleeping and awakening. Especially into the way, you look so vulnerable like this! How you can be so extra-sensitive to her touch and how she plays with your body, white looking so at peace and beautiful, is breathtaking.

Will be sure to tell you how beautiful your moans sound while you're still half-asleep. Carmina generally prefers partners who are a bit more vocal, so she's sure to treasure every sound you make like this.

Genuinely thinks it's super romantic when you fall asleep in her arms, with her fingers inside you.

Loves to leave long scratches along your back and torso while you're asleep for you to discover on your own the following day. Carmina is always so gentle and cautious around you when you're awake. It's moments like this that help her to alleviate a bit of light-hearted aggression and sadism.

Carmina almost always can satisfy herself using your body without rousing you from sleep. Still, if she were to slip us and accidentally awaken you, she'd be able to lull you back to sleep very quickly. Even in moments of high passion like this, Carmina can almost always maintain at least some level of self-control, keeping you calm and helping you fall back asleep without frightening you.

The Death Slinger

Unlike everyone else, Caleb prefers to take you when both of you are tired rather than when he's wide awake and you're not. Also, he prefers something a bit more low-key with you, like grinding or deep kissing, rather than full intercourse.

If he could keep you like this forever, he would. He despises the way life has been so cold and cruel to him, and having something soft and warm in his bed to return home is more than enough to satisfy his jaded loneliness. Because of this, Caleb finds himself more interested in cuddling your sleeping body, holding you close to his, while he knows you won't try to leave or move away than actually fucking you.

If he were feeling a bit more adventurous, he might consider binding your arms together or to the bed just to see how you'd look, motionless and ensnared like fresh prey. You looked like the perfect prey before your hunter.

Loves whenever you nod off while the two of you are spooning. Caleb loves to start off soft and gentle, only to slowly become more frenzied and heated. Seeing how much more he can get away with while you become less and less able to stop him.

The Doctor

There's this excellent post by @mara-xx217​ who suggests Herman would have a medical insertion fetish. Given the sheer magnitude of his sadism, it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine someone like him taking advantage of you while you're out to do something like that to your body.

He is only slightly less into somnophilia than the others because he generally prefers to torment you while you're awake, and he can really appreciate your reactions. Because of this, he may try to concoct something that would give you nightmares while you're in a deep sleep. He knows he won't be able to fully watch and savor your fear, but even though it's less fun for him, Herman knows that won't make it any less of a hell for you to go through.

When he can, Herman prefers to use injectables or gasses to try and get you to fall asleep the fastest. Rather than some of the others who would rather watch you fall asleep slowly or wouldn't try anything unless they knew you'd been out for some time now. Herman is too addicted to control and power to wait for you to be the one to drift off on your own.

Herman loves how powerful and intelligent he feels looming over your poor, dumb sleeping body. It makes him feel as though he has the power of a God while you can do nothing but sit back and watch.

[diejager]

Joyce, can we have headcanons regarding that sicko bastard known as Jeffrey Hawk aka The Clown? I ADORED that thing u said about him having a dad bod ❤️❤️

*Hands you an ordinary Ultra Ball as a gift*

Oddballer, you’re asking a lot from me, aren’t ya?? That man is just so big and filthy that I’m sure he smells.

The Clown NSFW Headcanon

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, drinking, blood, gore, amputation, clown stuff, manhandling, gas/hazing??, tell me if I missed any.

Once a young and athletic kid, building his body to fit a certain way to help him ease through all the hard labour he did, now it his under a warm layer of fat, thick and heavy, bulging over his belt and breast round and soft. He might’ve had some difficulty to run, ambling or striding across the fields with a slow and taunting skip to his step, menacing while he hit the cork of his bottles and shook his special concoction. It made him all the more terrifying, slow and comfortable in his walk, strategic and strangely familiar with every type of hunt, ears keenly aware of the screams and pants of survivors, hungry for the dopamine those pained sounds gave him —especially yours. 

His special bird, the first he’d every wanted to keep, locked away from the other killers and survivors alike, chained to his carney’s caravan by the ankle, bloody and filthy just to his liking. It brought back memories, favourable ones, his first successful hunt, catching a little robin in his hand, the soft and pretty red plumage picked and broken, but you weren’t something he wanted broken.

He liked the fire in your eyes, the fearful and spiteful glare you sent him when he cornered you in the chosen realm, snarling at him like a feral creature. While he hated doing unnecessary work, abhorred the thought of you losing the flare in your being, taming such a wild cat was rewarding by itself. If he could tame you enough to be able to hold and touch you without too much fight, but keep your temper, it was a win-win in his mind. There was nothing more he hated than a husk, a shell of a broken man to keep as a pet. 

He took brave and foolish alike, young or old, nothing was off the table for him, all he needed was the true part of them, a finger to remember his exploits and victory, throwing away the part he deemed trash —fake. He could smell it from their bodies and figured that the hands - fingers - were the truth, a part that showed the person’s life, deeming it a satisfactory boon for him conquest, but you, all parts of you sang a different story to good ol’ Jeffrey Hawk. A true treasure to keep intact. 

While he would love to keep you to himself, a little bird that would sing to him every day with snapping teeth and kicking feet, he wasn’t as favoured by her as other killers were, almost forgotten to his dirty little corner of the forest in his bloodied and smelly caravan, fingers littering every flat surface and beer bottles stacked or rolling across the floor. If he had such a favour, he would keep you in a comfortable corner, placed over a sullied mattress with blankets stacked over it, keeping you warm while he dressed you in his shirts, all browned and smelling of metallic blood and his musk. 

It was thick and heady, mixing with a scent of alcohol and iron, age-old sweat and dirt. You’d complained about his stink, gagging and choking on the many times he cornered you, pressing himself against you to feel and smell you under his grasp. Nose buried in your hair and arms pulling you to his front, your back arching by the neck against the solid mass of his stomach, soft and pudgy if it wasn’t for his rough clothes scratching your tender skin.

It brought tears to your eyes. Be it from the stench of him and his intoxicating tonics, or his wandering hands, slipping under your shirt until it rode up, removing a piece of protection from his hungry eyes, he loved watching you cry. Call it a recreational hazard from his job, tears and wails were just a part of his duty under The Entity’s guidance, but he simply adored your pretty tears, pearly things rolling down your cheeks and your cute sobs filling his lecherous ears.

You don’t know how much it affected him, the pout when you bit your lower lip in frustration while you struggled against him, the squirming that riled him when he had you in his arms, and your spitfire-like tongue, hurling every insults under the sun at him. It stirred something deep in his guts, a dark pleasure bubbling from his loins, fattening the growing hardness between his leg. He easily got worked up by you, the solitude of his lifestyle and the starvation for any kind of touch led his to drool and hunger for it. 

Your skin against his, soft and beautiful, bending easily under his kneading hands, his rough and bloodied glove as forced you on his lap, seated still to let him lap and suck at your small fingers. His tongue curling around your index, thick and lithe, and suckled in his warm and wet mouth while his tongue felt around, drool running down your wrist. He lost himself in these moments, aroused out of his mind and huffing hot breath against your disgusted face.

He liked your reaction —he liked any reaction you gifted him. He savoured each and every one, your gleeful ones, your sorrowful ones, your frustrated one, and your painful ones. He drank it all up like the drugs and alcohol he found pleasure in, gorging on you like an addict would. You were his new addiction, his new drug and dependence. And he hungered.

[vikkirosko]

Hello. Can I ask Clown, Trickster (if you're writing about those two) and Deathslinger with hyperactive S/O?

Headcanons Hyperactive

🌼 Clown x Reader 🪶

You caught Kenneth's attention during the trials. He planned to just walk up to you while you were trying to fix the generator and attack you, but he stopped when he saw how you were distracted from fixing it every time there was a rustle, crows cawing or something else. Because of this, you were constantly making mistakes while fixing the generator. It even started to seem funny to him. He didn't know the reason why you were acting like that, but he was interested in watching you

When you started chatting, he found out that the reason for your behavior was that you were hyperactive. It was difficult for you to focus on completing tasks and sometimes it seemed that you were distracted even during conversations. Kenneth liked to watch how quickly you switched your attention, but he wouldn't let you near his bottles, not knowing what might happen

When you were on the same trials, he was watching you. He laughed at you, seeing how you were distracted once again. Your comrades took advantage of the fact that he was easier to spot when you were around, but that didn't mean he was going to spare them. He was the only one who made allowances for you, giving you a head start so that you could run away a little

Clown enjoyed spending time with you. For the first time in a long time in his life, there was a person who was next to him, who stopped being afraid of him and who he really liked. He wasn't going to miss his chance when finally, in this strange world among the fog, he found the person he wanted to be with

🏜 Deathslinger x Reader 🔧

When Caleb first saw you, he was surprised. You tried your best to fix the generator, but every time you were distracted by some rustle or the screams of your comrades in the distance. Because of this, you made mistakes and got injured. When you got closer, you told him that the reason for this was your hyperactivity

You often kept him company at Glenvale. When you didn't have to run away from anyone and fix generators, it was much calmer there and if you close your eyes to some things, it was even beautiful there. You were sitting next to Caleb when he was calibrating his weapon or wandering around the saloon, studying what was interesting there. You often asked Cable different questions to find out more about this place. Caleb loved watching you quickly shift your attention from one thing to another

Deathslinger couldn't help you during trials. He saw how hard you tried, but he understood that if he helped you, it would only make it harder for you to live, because the survivors would be sure that you were a traitor. Therefore, all he could do was deliberately let you escape, as if that was the way it was supposed to be and he had no hidden reasons

Caleb enjoyed spending time with you. He hadn't been this close to anyone in a long time. He understood that you would not be together forever, because this world was so unpredictable. That's why Caleb spent time with you while he could. Your hyperactivity was a sweet part of you, and even when you were distracted, he knew you weren't doing it on purpose

🎶 Trickster x Reader 🎤

Ji-Woon has always liked the attention of others. He reveled in the attention of his fans, which was quite a lot, but when you appeared in his life, he found a new source of attention that he wanted to get. He liked it when you listened to what he was saying, when you looked at him. But when your hyperactivity made itself felt, Ji-Woon felt annoyed. He didn't like it when something else caught your attention

Because of your hyperactivity, it was difficult for you to survive during trials, but Trickster always gave in to you a little, pretending not to notice you, while you tried your best to focus on fixing the generator, but you were distracted and made mistakes because of it. However, when you were alone, he liked it when your attention was focused on him. That's why when your attention turned to something else, he made sure that you only looked at him

When he was sure that you weren't listening to him, he would sit you down next to you and look you in the eye, whispering something to you in Korean. You didn't know Korean, so you didn't understand what he was saying, but your attention returned to him, which made him smile contentedly. Ji-Woon liked how cute you blushed when he got your attention

Trickster liked to get the attention of others, and especially yours. Your hyperactivity wasn't a problem for him, because he knew how to get your attention back. At other times, your hyperactivity even seemed nice to him. He liked watching you get distracted from what you were doing over and over again

[deadbydangit]

Can you do one of The Doctor, The Clown and The Knight comforting you through an anxiety attack? Been struggling with PTSD a lot lately

I'm so sorry to hear that. I've been going through some lately as well. I hope this helps. Please enjoy.

Comforting a Reader who is having a panic attack: Clown, Doctor, Knight

Clown

At first he'll be a little annoyed.

"What are you belly aching about?"

"What? You aren't dying.*

He doesn't really understand the concept of a panic attack.

The whole concept of mental health is something that's foreign to him.

The way he grew up it was something that was never discussed.

Even though it was something that really should have been.

So you'll have to explain what is happening and why.

He'll still be a little confused, but he'll listen.

He isn't too great at calming people down.

He's the one who spreads the fear, not lessens it.

But, Kenneth is a clown!

Sort of.

Well, not a good one, but he tries.

And laughter is the best medicine, right?

So, he'll pull out his bag of tricks to make you laugh.

He isn't funny.

His balloon animals suck.

And all of his magic tricks involved severed fingers.

Not exactly great things for calming down a panic attack.

You'll have to teach him the things that work for you.

Because despite his rough exterior, he really hates seeing you like that.

And, not being able to do anything for you, it hurts him even more.

So, give the guy a break. He's really trying his best.

And it's only something he would do for you.

Doctor

Herman is very observant.

He knows instantly when you're acting differently.

He may be a quack, but he's a brilliant man.

Not only does he know a lot about the human body, he knows a lot about the human mind.

So, yes, he knows exactly what's going on.

He'll rattle off the exact scientific and psychological reason for a panic attack.

While you're in the middle of one.

That isn't helping.

But he's not too great at caring for others.

Sure, he might know some techniques to help with a panic attack.

But he's never helped someone through their panic attacks before.

He's another one you'll have to sit down and explain how to help.

However, as stated before, Herman is a smart man.

He learns things quickly.

Everything you tell him he'll take down detailed notes.

He wants to know what makes you tick. What makes you anxious.

All of this so he knows what to avoid in the future. And what to do if this should arise again.

He'll set up an entire room full of comfort objects for you while you're having a panic attack.

And he'll be there the entire time.

If you want him gone, he'll respect that.

But he does have hidden cameras in that room to monitor you.

It's for your safety. Nothing weird about it.

He's usually in the business of harming others.

Only for you will he be caring.

Knight

Out of all three, Tarhos ia arguably the worst.

That isn't to say that he doesn't love you.

He truly does.

He too has dealt with immense trauma.

However, he's dealt with it differently.

So he doesn't understand why you're panicking over something.

At first, he might even tell you to knock it off.

"Why are you acting like a pathetic child?"

It's going to take several other people to knock some sense into him.

He doesn't really understand that not everyone deals with things like he does.

With swords and violence.

Some people prefer to talk about their feelings.

Tarhos is not one of them.

However, only for you, he'd be willing to learn.

He's also really bad about comforting others.

If you're feeling really bad, he might pat your head.

Maybe even give you a small hug.

But that's probably all you're going to get for now.

He is, however, very good at listening.

Occasionally, he'll give decent advice.

It really depends on the subject.

"So there is a person causing your anguish? I see. I will help you get rid of the nuisance. They will no longer cause you issues."

Most of the time, the solutions to his problems include violence.

It's going to take him some time to warm up to the whole affection and comforting thing.

But, he wouldn't do it for anyone else. Only you, because you mean that much to him.

[daughterofyeshuaa]

DBD request coming up! Wesker, Clown, Cenobite amd Onryo with killer S/O, that kills their victims by poisoning them? Usually Reader just injects poison, but if they're in mood, they'll play russian roulette with victim. And yes, Reader is immune to poisons, unlike victims.

Hellloooo! This one is interesting. Enjoy! Sorry if these were short and bad, I just don't know how to write these characters :( except for Wesker of course :3

Albert Wesker

Is actually kinda impressed?

One day, he saw you poisoning a survivor, grinning almost sadistically

The survivor coughed in pain as you forced the poison down they're throat

Outside of trials, he approached you

"How come you poison your victims?"

"It's simple, it's what I do best" you grin

He'd ask questions about your methods

"Oh this?" you started "this is a little game called Russian roulette"

Overall, he's impressed with your tactics and methods of killing survivors.

Jeffrey Hawk

Omgosh twinzies??

He's actually intrigued

He'd question your methods and learn from them

Outside of trials, he approached you

"How do you poison your victims?"

"Rat poison" you smiled.

"No I meant the method" he replied and coughed

"ohh right, I use bottles, similar to you, when I'm in the mood however, I like to play Russian roulette" you smiled seemingly Innocently.

"Russian roulette, huh?"

"Yep!"

To say the least, he wants to learn from you

Cenobite

What

Your powers are completely different, however he's not used to poisoning

Bro's lowkey interested

Like the others, he will question you since he's interested

"What's this all about?"

"Oh this? Just my treasures" you grinned, pointing at your bottles of poison and your gun.

Sadako

Unimpressed

Maybe a little scared

You would try to rub your tactics off on her, being used to attention but she'd decline

Eventually, after pestering her for long she gave in

You told her all about your tactics and how you played Russian roulette with the other survivors

You even made her watch

[rabbitblackx]

Hello! Is it okay to request DBD's The Clown with a naive, fem reader? If so, would you be willing to write about her being given a cute clown costume that matches his during the Halloween event? Please and thank you ♥️

Hey! Sure thing! I’ve never actually written for the clown before, but I hope u enjoy it anyway! :)💖💖

Clown with a Fem!Naive!Reader wearing a clown costume

As soon as the Clown’s lifeless eyes laid on you, you were instantly his obsession. He laughed with glee, finding you absolutely delicious. You had never gone against him before, as you were quite new to the Entity’s realm. Being as naive and sweet as you were, you instantly ran over to him

“Hey, Mr Clown! Look at me. I’m just like you!” You beamed, throwing your arms up way above your head

A raspy chuckle of delight shook the Clown’s shoulders. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt you, instead amusing you with a reply. He was a clown, after all. It was kinda his job

“You look excellent, little birdie! My, and such nice fingers!”

You had no idea what that meant. But, oh, well! He was being nice, right? That was all that mattered

“Wow, thanks! They get the job done.” You shrugged playfully

The Clown was infatuated. He thought that you were so funny. And more shockingly, he thought those pretty little fingers of yours should actually stay on those pretty little hands

You were bashful and giddy, following after him like a lost puppy. He’d catch you mimicking things he did, and mirroring his slackened expressions

The Clown longed to see what you looked like under all that makeup

You laughed together endlessly, with you being completely oblivious to your terrified fellow survivors

After the trial, he took you back to his realm (whether the Entity liked it or not). He showed you his horse Maurice, smiling like an idiot at the way you cooed and petted his messy mane

The Clown wanted to keep you forever. He liked the way you never questioned anything. You seemingly ignored all the suspicious bottles that lined the wall of his trailer. You also didn’t even bat an eye at the rotten fingers he kept on a keyring at his hip. Speaking of, he often took your hand gently in his, inspecting your fingers and nails. You always just blushed and giggled

Your favourite thing to do was prance around his realm, laughing and playing together. You both blended in perfectly with the circus scene, with matching clown costumes and everything

The Clown always laughed at your jokes and gestures. Like when you would pop your head through a photo stand-in, poking your tongue out or winking at him

During the Halloween season, every time you had a trial together, you skipped up to him and twirled to show off your clown costume

“Hey, Mr Clown! Still look like ya!”

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Hellraiser (1987)

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The Boy

Scream (1996)

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[gothghostiie]

Respectfully, I'm gonna need some headcanons about Wesker getting fucked.

Think about him bent over, his face buried into the ground, sunglasses barely hanging on. His lips would be so pink and swollen, coated in his spit as you fuck him. Okay sorry getting carried away 😀

-🤡

Respectfully, y e s

prefers topping but does bottom occasionally

and when he does,,, oh boy

he likes it either way too gentle or super rough. no in between

hes a slut. he will put his hips up for you

loves the feeling of your fingers digging into his hips

whining.

will curse at you (wants you to fuck him so hard he cant curse anymore)

gets more and more incoherent the better he feels

drooling all over the floor

face pressed down and eyes rolling back

I'm begging you. pull his hair from behind

"Who's a good slut?"

"..."

stop moving and ask him again

receive a panicked babble of " 'm sorry" "me" "dont stop"

refuses to have his cock stroked while getting fucked especially when getting fucked from behind

cries when he cums <3

[slashingdisneypasta]

Oh my lord, I just saw a thing on Pinterest that said: Of course I cum fast- I'm a busy man. I have places to be.

And first of all- hysterical. 10 out of 10. This man will not be shamed.

Second of all, of course- Here are the Horror Men I think would abandon you after cumming themselves VS The ones that would never leave you high and dry like that (Indented):

Warnings: Orgasm denial, selfish fucking/loving

(Most of) These men in this post:

Animal The Cannibal: If Manny calls on him I bet he would go 😅 Sorryyyyy.

Billy Loomis: He likes the feeling of you cumming around him too much for that. Don't get me wrong- he is a pretty selfish lover. It's just that, part of his pleasure happens to come from yours.

Bo Sinclair: Nahhhhh. It's not that he's wanting to be kind to you- he just thinks it's a mark of a sissy if he can't get his lover to cum for him. It's for bragging rights.

Bubba Sawyer: Yeahh... sorry Y/N. If one of his brothers call on him he will ALWAYS go.

Candyman: Look, its not always!, so don't get me wrong- Daniel is a good lover. I'm sure he is. But at times he just... doesn't have the time 😅

Captain Spaulding: Sorry doll, he's got like 3 insane middle aged children running about not cleaning up their messes and he's gotta get on that shit XD

Chop Top Sawyer: If you've got his attention, which you certainly do if you're engaging in sex with him, then he's all yours. He's all for you.

Chucky Lee Ray: He's full of bullshit but he is also quite busy so... take this as you will.

Dr Suave: Ain't nothin' gonna keep him from the face you're gonna make sweet thing... (*Cough* Sweet talker)

Drayton Sawyer: GENUINLEY REAL BUSY!! He'd stay if he could!! Don't sulk though, he'll get pissy at you.

Freddy Krueger: Damn, you're waking up! Well- Goodluck!~ (This asshole)

Harper Alexander: This man is Buckman's bitch- he literally pimps himself out for him 😅 So... yeah... Maybe you could talk to Buckman? Ask him not to call on Harper during the hours of 5-8pm On Friday Nights please??? 😆

Inkubus: Not his style.

Jack Dante: It depends on where his head is. It's hard to keep him in one place for long- if he's got his head in the clouds, his show is on, or he's got 'work to do', he'll literally just take care of himself and then fuck off. (If you manage to hold his attention though he WILL go until you fall asleep and then be there waiting when you wake up again. Stamina for days, I swear).

Jason Voorhees: The chances are, if you've gotten Jason to engage in... the act!!... then its gonna be all about you, anyway. He might not want to cum. It's in his nature to take care of the people he loves, anyway. So it's kinda the other way around, here... but voluntarily.

Jedidiah Sawyer: Too sweet. Plus, without a family shooing him this way and that anymore, he's suddenly got so much more time on his hands! Haha.

Jerry Dandridge: If he's sleeping with you his full attention is on you, and very little will have to power to stop it.

Kieran Wilcox: I love the idea that this too-cool-for-school, bastard guy- has really bad stamina (: So (: Yeah (:

Leslie Vernon: This asshole 😅 He's like sorry sweetie, I have preparations to do, *Forehead kiss*, love you so much, see ya! (He's being genuine, too. This is not a line because he's being lazy or selfish- He gets tunnel vision something fierce).

Lester Sinclair: I swear he hates leaving you unfulfilled, he really really hates it, but sometimes he just needs a little something to keep him happy before going to see his brothers and he doesn't have time to take care of you. He will when he gets back!! He promises.

Max Grief: He just wouldn't wanna leave you displeased. He wants to make you happy (:

Mayor Buckman: This one genuinly makes me laugh XD This man, oh my lord. Someone will knock on the door and he'll be OFF- forgetting in his eagerness to be do Town Duties that he first has duties to you goddamnit!-

Mental Manny: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh what a dick. I'm sorry, but a dick appointment with Manny is just that- an appointment. And like any asshole with an appointment book he will decide once he's got what he wanted out of the transaction that oh, sorry, time is up! He has to go preach to some devotees for an hour. Bye sweetheart!~

Michael Myers: You just know he would. He does not care.

Mickey Altieri: Just not a selfish lover. It's equal with him.

Midnight Man: He might think its a game... 😅

Monty Hewitt: Well fuck, who knows what Hoyt might saw off him if he ignores him this time?? Please believe him when he says he wants to stay though, he really fucking does.

Otis B Driftwood: 'I'll go around back and take control, like I always fucken do'- Otis has clearly got a complex for being the Big Man in Charge, yes. And this is part of the reason he will leave you high and dry... the other part though is him being a DICK.

Patrick Bateman: Like Michael, he doesn't care. You can finish up yourself while he gets his keto dinner started.

Pennywise: I feel like with Penny its marathon sex or it's nothin', so yeah you're gonna cum. Do not fear.

Rocco The Clown: No way in hell will anyone ever tear him away from you. Oh, no. He (And I) would like to see them try.

SHERIFF HOYT: BECAUSE HE'S SHERIFF HOYT. HE IS EXACTLY THAT PINTEREST QUOTE.

Stu Macher: Would also genuinely say that 😅 Will answer every beck and call of Billy's and so thinks he's a very busy man. Call him back though and he probably will listen to you. Sorry Billy.

Stuart Lloyd: Okay- this man has probably not had sex for a LONG time- if ever. So yeah- even the muse gets ignored during that time XDD 😅 He~ is~ desperate (:

DBD The Clown: Sometimes he's too tired, which is understandable I suppose, but the asshole part?? He giggles about it. I mean, after that he coughs because he has not taken care of his body, but first he definetly giggles =_=

DBD The Deathslinger: He ain't as young as he once was- you just gotta give him a moment to breath XD Usually. Sometimes he will just smirk at you and leave, though. Cuz he's an EVIL COWBOY.

The Djinn: Not his style- Part 2.

The Man: He just would =_=

The Taxidermist: Like Stuart he is has been very dry for a very long time and he is NOT about to mess up this chance.

Thomas Hewitt: I would say he's the same as Bubba... but Thomas is a little tougher. Unless Luda Mae tried to call him away... you're good. He'll always finish you off before answering anyone else. (And Luda Mae wants grandbabies too much to pull him away XDD )

Vincent Sinclair: Sex is a whole night with him. He will have planned to have the whole evening and through the night without an interruption, so you don't run into any problems like this ^^

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Nahhhhhhh. He's likin' what's going on here too much. Not even Otis on cocaine with a gun will separate him from you.

[echosofhorrorxx]

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[ideasvoid]

Hello! I was wondering, would be willing to write for The Clown/Jeffrey Hawk? Anything fluffly, really, I rarely come across fluff about him and I'm starving for it. I am in need of soft Clown content. Please and thank you :C

Hello sweetheart, I can absolutely do that for you.

Please be warned I have not written for Jeffery yet, but I will do my best.

Bhvr can rip Maurice from my cold dead hands

The Clown - Kenneth Chase / Jeffery Hawk

The carriage creaked loudly as Kenneth stepped down from its steps, rocking back into place once he stepped off. The clown had a mission of sorts. One that had taken a lot of planing, a lot of questions and partial charades with the nurse, and a many favours owed to an old coot with a gun. Entirely worth it, however.

Kenneth glanced back, a final check to ensure everything was just right, before continuing on his way. Despite his… less than gentlemanly appearance and mannerisms, Kenneth did know a thing or two about romance - sort of. He had been relatively popular in his teenage years, lending to showing him the basics of wooing someone.

Whatever he didn’t learn from then he remembered from movies, books and most recently, whatever he had been able to convey from the raspy breathes of the only person in the realm he knew had actually been married.

Tonight would test his knowledge, and it would be a lie to say he wasn’t silently panicking. Was it too much? Was it enough? Would he look like a fool? He already looked like a fool he was dressed like a clown - no, none of that. get it together, Kenneth.

The fog at the boarder of the realm began to shift, curling in and out as the land began to change. The clown straighten his back some, quickly brushing back his mussed hair and silently cursing his balding.

He watched closely as you stepped from the mist, stealing away his breath as you did. You were always stunning in his eyes, and if never failed to surprise him just how you made his heart leap. You smiled at him, stepping forward to take his outstretched hand. “Now will you tell me what you’ve been hiding?”

He smirked, turning to begin guiding you back toward the caravan. “Can’t, wouldn’t be much of a surprise.”

The two of you entered the clearing past the burned building, and you gasped. The usual carnival games and tacky attractions had been pushed aside in the corner, lending room for a single table set up in the middle. An old, moth eaten table cloth draped over it with a candle burning in the centre. Strings of lights twinkled above, were it not for the dilapidated and dirty look of everything around you - this would be like a scene from a cheesy movie.

Kenneth watched you take in the sight, silently questioning himself. Did you hate it? You have a snort of a laugh, playfully pushing him. “You’re such a dork!” Oh god, you hated it. You smiled up at him, warmth radiating off you as you took his hand again “this is wonderful, thank you”

oh, alright. He mentally laughed at himself, what had he been so worried about? Psh he still had it.

The clown gave a dramatic bow, waving an arm towards the table in a very over the top display. You laughed again as he led you to your spot, pulling your chair out for you and stumbling slightly to push it back in on the grassy ground. The rusted iron chair creaked as he sat down in it, cussing quietly under his breath. “Where’d you get this idea? ” You asked, your voice light with a playful tone.

“I’ll have ya know, I came up with all this myself. ‘m somewhat of a love expert.” He adjusted the collar of his shirt for comedic effect, pulling small laugh from you. Music to his ears. “Well I look forward to what that expert mind has planned” you smiled propping your head up with a hand.

Kenneth smiled, quite proud of himself. “Nothin’ special, just this.” He closed his eyes, a confident grin on his painted face. You stared at him, glancing around for something to happen or for him to move. After a moment, he opened his eyes, brows knitting together. “I said, just this” silence met the two of you, broken only by a laboured huff from Maurice.

“Caleb! Get your scrawny ass out here!” Jeffery shouted, thumbing his fist on the table. You heard a deep sigh, and from behind the large caravan stepped an older man you recognized. The whispered stories told around the campfire, and horrific memories of glowing eyes. The Deathslinger himself. Gone was his signature duster and hat, traded out for a simple old blue shirt and vest. Pale hair tied back and a scowl firmly placed on his features that told you he really didn’t want to be present.

The bounty hunter - or Caleb, as you’ve now found out - approached, unceremoniously dropping two plates of entity catered mystery food onto the table. “Bone apple whatever tha hell.” He said bitterly, glaring at Jeffery before turning to you and pointing a finger in your direction. “One word o’ this to anyone an’ I make you eat the harpoon.”

Jeffery coughed, fixing the man a look. Caleb turned on his heel. Muttering to himself as he limped away, once he was gone you released the laugh you had been desperately holding in. Kenneth joined you, his familiar harsh laugh filling the clearing.

You smiled, it had been so long since you had been able to enjoy a meal with someone you cared for. Yes you ate at the campfire with the others, but this was something different, something special. This was a date. A real, proper date with someone you loved. Someway, somehow Kenneth had hopped through enough hoops to arrange the closest thing to a romantic date one could get in this hell, and he had done it for you.

You reached across the table, taking his hand into yours and fixed your gaze to his. “Thank you, Kenneth. Really.”

The clown leaned forward, raising your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the top of your hand. “Anythin’ for you, Doll.”

[semiweirdshipper]

Jeffrey Hawk/The Clown taking care of a reader on their period.

He knew there was something up. Last night you had tossed and turned for hours on end, even going so far as to leave the bed and lay on the couch to "not bother him as much". Pfft. You should know better than to think that way. The only thing that bothered Jeffrey was when you made wrong and unnecessary assumptions about him. It was as if you expected the worst out of him. But he wouldn't get frustrated with you over this for he knew exactly what was going on.

Jeffrey had woken up before you, hauling himself out of bed to go fix breakfast and watch TV. He knew that, after such a difficult night, you needed the rest, and it was best to let you recuperate. The day could start later. However, on a trip to the restroom, he decided to stop and check in on you, his grey-blue eyes taking in the sight of your uncovered body bathing in the morning glow of sunshine penetrating through the curtains. You were so beautiful and cute, your mouth parted open, hair messy, arms strung out and feet tangled in the blankets. Your peaceful aura brought joy to his broken world.

He continued to gaze at you in simple admiration until the sight of something dark glistened within the morning sun. He huffed in suspicion and waltzed into the room, his eyes squinting as he looked down at the splotches of red in between your thighs. Oh boy. He sighed, noting that your underwear was soaked as well as the sheets beneath you. Welp, looks like you were going to be boss of the house for a while.

Minor aggravation coursed through Jeffrey's nerves as he quietly stomped off to start you a warm bath. He wasn't aggravated with you or the situation by any means, but he did have a feeling that this was going to be a problem for you. You were already so skittish, insecure and doubtful around him in general, constantly apologizing and panicking over the simplest things. Waking up to this? He just knew that you were probably going to freak out and overreact. You might cry too. Ugh... He hated seeing you cry.

After starting the water and grabbing a spare towel, Jeffrey returned to the bedroom and approached you on the bed. Carefully he seated himself on the mattress, his head turning back to take in your slumbering form. Dang it. He really didn't want to disturb you. He sighed, his hand reaching out to gently shake your shoulder. "Hey... Hey, bunny, wake up," He mumbled, stroking your cheek. "Wake up now."

"Mm?" Came your endearing reply, little, tired whimpers filling the air as you roused, eyes blinking open goofily. "Jeffrey?" You whispered, your sleepy tone just so adorable and sweet. He could eat you up in a heart beat.

"Hey bunny," He coughed a little while leaning down, his hand brushing your cheek before allowing you to take his hand, "How're you feeling?"

You blinked gorggily and hummed, your mouth opening with a yawn, "Mmm... Still tired." As you began to stretch, Jeffrey suddenly released your hand and went to place a palm on your thigh, stilling you into confusion, "What-"

"Try not to move too much, m'k?" He whispered in a somewhat hushed voice, his palms rubbing soothing circles into your thighs as he tried to pull a funny face, "I think the captain here's sailing 'cross the red sea."

"Huh?" You rasp in confusion at his confusing joke before the familiar terms hit you at bullet speed, and you were jerking yourself upwards far enough you could look down between your legs. And that's when the horror settled in.

"Now, now," Jeffrey began, pointing a firm expression your way before you started going haywire. "Don't you dare go off them rails, ya hear? This ain't nothin' to worry about, got it?"

"Oh no," You gasp, you're conscience overrun with mortification. You had started your period. You had started your period on Jeffrey's bed. How disgusting could you be? And he had caught you. He was right here in front of you witnessing it. Oh God, he must be furious. You had contaminated his personal belongings with your nasty human filfth, and now he was probably going to throw you out like the unleashed dog you were. "I... I..." Your eyes began to water.

"Damn it, (y/n), I said don't worry," Jeffrey sighed in visual frustration and stood up, his big arms lifting outwards towards you. "Up," He demanded, wiggling his fingers at you, "Come on."

"I-I'm sorry," You whined, one hand going to cover your eyes while the other clenched up in the sheets, "I'm so sorry..."

"For God's sake, quit apologizin'. I ain't mad; you know that," He grumbled, tossing the towel at you. "Here, wrap yourself with this. I got the bath runnin' for ya. Hurry an' get in there before it overflows."

You took the towel with a small speckle of uncertainty, your watery eyes looking at him with sad wonder. He wasn't mad? And he had made you a bath? You sniffled, your humiliated, terrified heart scrambling around in a ball of worry inside your chest. "Thank you, Jeffrey," You whisper, unable to face him as you grab the towel with shaky hands and go to wrap it around your waist. "I-I promise I-I'll clean this up. N-new sheets and everything, I promise, I-"

As soon as you stood up, Jeffrey pressed two fingers against your lips and wheezed, his scowl small yet teasing, "Do I needa' glue your mouth shut?"

You bowed your head at him in shame. Jeffrey sighed in huge exaggeration and pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you and holding you against his side, "Quit mopin', alright? The only crime you've committed is raisin' my water bill."

You scoffed, glaring at him from where your face lay happily smooshed against his pecks. He chuckled and ruffled your messy hair playfully, "I need'a redecorate anyway. Same ol' sheets get boring to look at all the time."

"I really don't mind cleaning it up," You whimpered, gazing at your bloody mess with shame and misery, "I know I'm disgusting..."

"And I don't mind spankin' your ass ya say somethin' like that one more time," Jeffrey growled, glaring unhappily at you in the hopes that you would understand that he wasn't in the mood to tolerate your obnoxious doubts and insecurities. Whenever you looked away in further despair, he sighed, hugged you tight and pressed a chaste kiss to the side of your forehead. "Get in there b'fore the tub overflows. Leave your clothes on the sink. Got it, sunshine?"

"Yeah," You replied quietly, your body absorbing his tender affections as he held you close for a few seconds longer.

"Now scat," Jeffrey gave you a small push, ushering you away so that he could take care of the blankets and sheets.

Stuck in a cloud of humiliation, you followed his orders and went to the bathroom, abruptly turning off the facet water before shedding your shirt, shorts and underwear. You sat the stained clothing on the sink as he requested and went to dip yourself into the fresh, clean tub, loving satisfaction buzzing through you as you enjoy the soothing temperature. Jeffrey always knew just what you liked. You were lucky to have him.

"Wastin' my water..." Jeffrey sighed in exasperation as he entered the bathroom to grab your dirty clothes, his eyes lingering on your shy figure lying cozily in the tub. You were so damn beautiful to him, even on your bad days.

"Really?" You groaned, knowing that he was obviously teasing you. He was always cracking silly jokes, trying to make you feel guilty about random things you would never feel guilty about. Over the months you had grown used to it, simply rolling your eyes every time he teased, but you wouldn't deny the fondness you felt towards his ridiculous jokes.

Jeffrey chuckled and asked, "Want me to cook ya breakfast?"

You fumbled nervously, unconsciously feeling bad for nodding, "Yes please?"

"What'a ya want?" Jeffrey coughed, purposely playing around with your dirty underwear and earning himself an attack of water being flicked his way. "Hey, I said no wastin' water. Jesus, you're tryin' to ring me dry."

"Oh stop it," You bark, rolling your eyes. See? A tease. You smiled at him and requested what you desired eating for breakfast, your heart drumming with content as he agreed to have it ready by the time you got dressed.

Before he left the bathroom, he made sure that you had everything you needed. Clean clothes, pads, your hairbrush and a fresh towel. He also brought you a cup of your favorite morning beverage along with some menstrual medication. Later on he would go to the store to stock up on some more of your monthly needs, but you might have to write it all down on paper for him. He wouldn't make you go anywhere when you were feeling like this.

After you were finished with your bath, you got dressed and did your morning bathroom routine before making way for the kitchen, the sight of the fresh bed sheets sending a warm tremor through your heart. How could you ever want for anyone greater? Did a greater person exist? The smell of breakfast outlined your precious feelings as you wandered into the kitchen, your fingers pressing together over your aching belly as you approached the man sitting at the dining table.

"Feelin' better?" Asked Jeffrey, his mouth twitching as he took one last drag off a cigarette before crushing it in the ash bowl.

"Mhm, thank you," You almost came close to apologizing again but paused immediately on account of the fact that Jeffrey did not like it when you apologized too much. So you settled for walking up beside him, your hands going to wrap around his shoulders, your face forming into a pout, "My tummy still hurts."

"Well tell it to stop," Jeffrey wheezed while waving the lingering smoke away as he pulled you close to him, one large hand slipping up the front of your shirt.

You instantly uttered a deep, quiet moan of bliss, the feel of Jeffrey's large, warm, magnetizing hand rubbing your tender, aching flesh causing your toes to curl in bodily satisfaction. It felt so good. You sighed, hugging him against your chest, your throat nearly purring from how good it felt, the love he gave you. He kissed your neck, his hot breath sending a shudder through you.

"Darn thing, makin' me waste all this water and gas," Jeffrey grumbled, chuckling whenever you pushed on his head a little in frustration. "Can't even watch my favorite show. Know why?"

"Because I'm dis-"

"Cause I already got it right here in my arms," Jeffrey cut you off, one arm tightening around you in a manner of fondness, love and protection. "Best show I ever did see." You melted at that, your body sagging into him as if you were perfectly molded for each other. Inside your chest your heart fluttered in madness, consumed by the loving attention he continued to shower you with.

Jeffrey finished cooking you and himself breakfast, continously teasing and making ridiculous jokes. You were beginning to feel better although the aches and pressure still greatly lingered. Eating helped a bit, but the cramps restrained you from properly enjoying the delicious meal. A few times you had complained up until the point Jeffrey grabbed your mostly empty plates, scraped them and threw them in the sink before dragging you to the living room sofa, and from there he proceeded to do one of your favorite things ever.

Once Jeffrey had the TV turned on to his desired channel, he grabbed his soda and sat down on the couch, steadily reclining back into the beat-in cushions. From there he gazed up at you and shook his head in confusion, his arms gesturing you forward. "Well come on," He ushered.

Blushing, you timidly walked forward, your body erupting with a small tremor of excitement as you stopped before him. Gazing away, you carefully put a knee on the couch on one side of his thigh before quickly following suite with the other, straddling his strong thighs between your own smaller ones. "That's it, bunny," Jeffrey rubbed the back of your head, his hands gently coaxing you into leaning against him.

And you did.

With a happy whimper, you leaned forward, your belly and chest pressing against Jeffreys and leaving you with just enough room to lay your head against his thick, warm pecks. And yes, it was precisely as amazing as it sounded. Forget hot water bottles. Forget heating pads. Forget massager guns. Why would you need any of those things when you had literally all you could ever want and more right here?

You sighed pleasantly, your cramps feeling significantly less destructive while being snuggly pressed against him. "I gotcha," He whispered against the top of your head, kissing you as his hands caressed and massaged the areas of your body he knew often ached the worst. "I gotcha."

And he would always have you.

[deadbydangit]

Hello! I'll start off by saying that your writing is literally so good. I keep going to my following list and checking your blog for more writing. What do you even put in your writing? Something addictive? Cause it's working like a charm lol

Anyway um ok so a lot of people wouldn't agree with me but I have such a soft spot for the Clown. If it's alright, could you write some best friends to lovers hcs with him? Totally up to you. Thank you for your time!

Don't tell them my secret! Just kidding. I'm glad. Please enjoy.

Friends to Lovers Headcanons

Clown

Your friendship is weird.

Like, really weird.

He has no idea why you want to be around him.

No sane person wants to be around Jeffery.

He knows he isn't exactly the most pleasant person to be around.

With hacking and the drinking and the cutting fingers off.

That's just a shortened list.

But you're still sticking around, and, he actually doesn't hate it.

He actually enjoys having another person to talk to.

None of the other Killers want to spend any time with him.

And, obviously, the other survivors don't either.

You're able to look past all his flaws and shortcomings.

He feels like he can speak to you about anything, that you won't judge him.

He doesn't smile very often, only when he's around you.

Eventually, he'll trust you so much he'll tell you his real name.

Kenneth Chase.

He'll apologize profusely for lying to you about his name in the first place.

With bated breath, he'll tell you all about his history and past.

The things he had done.

Almost as if he's waiting for you to walk away at any moment.

But you don't.

And that's when he starts having feelings for you.

And he hates himself for having them.

Because, he knows he's not good enough for someone like you.

At first, he's content on pushing these feelings back and just remaining friends.

There's no way someone is amazing as you would love someone like him back.

But, eventually, these feelings will not be ignored.

Instead of wallowing in self-pity like he used to, he'll find ways to better himself.

You'll see him start working out again and eating healthier.

He's even stopped smoking and drinking all together.

Not only has he made an effort to improve his physical well-being.

He's making an effort to work on his mental and psychological health as well.

It may take months.

However, rest assured, he will confess you once he builds his confidence back up.

He'll still be anxious about it though.

He's still afraid of rejection.

Tennis will go through a list of all his negative traits before telling you how much he loves you.

And you'll have to stop him. Because he will go on.

Assure him that he's perfect the way he is and you love him for who he is.

But, make sure you point out how proud you are of him for making an effort to better himself.

And make extra sure you tell him you love him as often as you can.

And, don't worry, he'll say it back every time.