#dbd scenario

[d34dg1rl5]

Saviour

Opening your eyes you take in your surroundings. You're in Ormond. Quickly you decide to look for a totem since you're running Inner Strength.

After some while of running sround you finally find a totem in the corner of the killer shack. But you weren't alone. Mikaela also just arrived at the shack and started to work on the totem, she probably runs a Boon perk.

"Uhm, Mikaela... Could I maybe have this totem? I have Inner Strength, I could-" She glances at you and grunts. "Why don't you go find another totem?" You tilt your head. She never has been so mean, but maybe she had a bad day. You nod. "Yeah true..." You sigh and decide to work on a gen for now, you're sure you'll find another totem somewhere else on the map.

Just as you work on the gen, Jake rushes towards your gen - he's injured. Quickly you get up and try to heal him, but he backs away. "Don't touch me, I don't need your help!" You raise an eyebrow. "But. You're injured?" He starts to work on the gen and continues to groan in pain. You decide to also continue working on the machine. "Jake, I really hate to bug you, but you really should-" "Shut the fuck up and leave me alone!"

Quietly you let go of the issue and shake your head. What's up with him? Did he also have a bad day? A bad trial? More than one bad trial? Well, you didn't want to push any further... The gen is repaired and Jake takes off, leaving you behind, confused and thinking.

After some time you see a totem behind some crates and you quickly destroy it, unlocking Inner Strength. Well, at least something positive!

After some while the killer had downed it's first victim - Jake. You didn't feel to bad... He didn't want to get healed after all! Soon after Jake got hooked another scream erupted from within Ormond. Mikaela also met her demise. She also got hooked. You didn't meet the fourth survivor yet. Let's just hope they didn't have a bad day aswell...

Just as you were thinking that you run into said survivor. It was David. With a thud you fell on your butt. "Oh David! I'm sorry, I didn't see you-" "Quit the bullshit! Everybody knows you're working with the killer!" Your eyes went wide. "What? What are you talking about? I never worked together with any killer!" How could he say that?? What did he mean by 'everyone'??

He pushed you out of the way and makes his way over to the hooked survivors. You look after him as you could feel hot tears starting to run down your cheeks. "What the fuck..."

You trot over the map. Mikaela and Jake had been saved a while ago but you had lost your fighting spirit for this trial already. And you didn't meet the killer yet.

Let's analyze this! You were friends with some of the nicer killers like Susie, Rin, Anna, Carmina, Trickster and even Danny.

Susie is a nice girl, always listening to you and talking to you about all kinds of stuff. Like the rest of the Legion she is always down for the weirdest shenanigans.

Anna is a big woman, her hugs are almost bone crushing yet she always takes care of you outside of the trials telling you different russian fairy tales.

Even though you were friends with Rin, she is more reserved than Susie or Anna. You love to style her hair and learn more about japanese culture. But most of the time she rather wants to be alone than have any company. In all honesty she is ashamed of how she looks. Poor girl...

Carmina is a nice company. Sometimes you chill in her realm, watching her feeding the crows and paint new pictures. One time she surprised you with a picture of you she drew. You liked it alot and she was happy, letting out a proud croak.

Trickster. A hard case. Yes, you were some kind of friends with him. He LOVES talking about himself, his incredible shows, his murders and everything involving him in general. This man is in love with himself and sometimes it's annoying as fuck but you stick around because you're the only survivor he still kind of tolerates.

And the last person - Danny. Infamously known as Ghostface. He is really something. A deadly and quiet stalker, always there when you need him. He also is narcissistic but not as much as Trickster. He likes to talk about the murders he commited when he wasn't in the entitys world. You couldn't see his face but everytime he talked about this topic you could swear he has a big ass smile plastered on his face. And to admit this you kind of have a weakness for the masked stalker.

Looking around you decide to go for the gen in Ormond. Someone has already started to work on it but the killer has destroyed it. Just as you sit down Mikaela comes running towards you and groans in pain. "Heal me!" You get up and look at her. "You could ask me nicely instead..." Not waiting for her answer you still start to patch her up as she backs away and pushes you back, running out of the house.

You gasp as you fall against a hard thing. Immediately an arm wraps around your neck. "Hey doll... What's up? Didn't see you all trial, it was about time, don't you say?" Danny. Of course. Why didn't you notice that sooner...

"Please hook me. I want this trial to be over." He huffs. "You're no fun." He removes his arm and puts a hand onto his hip, making him look a little bit like a Karen. "Hm... I'll get back to you."

After some time Danny downed Jake, Mikaela and David, having them laying on the floor. You were still working on the gen in Ormond, not able to concetrate. The gen had blown up many times even though you were REALLY trying to make it work. Maybe todays events just got to your head...

Danny comes back and grabs your arm. Without questioning him you follow and see your fellow survivors laying on the ground, whincing in pain losing a lot of blood. David looks up to you. "(Y/n)! Heal- I fucking knew it... You're working with the killer! I fucking knew it!!" Mikaela and Jake look at you with looks of disapproval, annoyance and hate. All mixed feelings, but not good ones.

Danny grins and kneels down in front of David. "Heh.. I'll be right back." He brings Jake to the hook and then Mikaela. They get sacrificed immediately. Like promised, Danny comes back. You were still standing there, not knowing what to do. You WANTED to heal David, but after him being an asshole and just treating you like shit you were starting to question things.

Danny chuckles and hands you his knife. "Now (Y/n)... Why don't you show David what you think about his mean mean behaviour earlier? I think he needs to be punished..." He puts his head on your shoulder. "C'mon... Make me proud..."

You look at Danny and grab the knife tightly in your hand kneeling down in front of David. "David...", you start. David huffs. "You're a fucking traitor... You're the reason we always lose when we're teamed up with you... Sometimes I wish you were fucking dead. Forever."

Those words hurt. Like someone plunging multiple needles in your heart. David was always a guy who loved to brag about his fights but he was there when needed in trials. But now. You despise him. You really do.

You look at the knife in your hand, knuckles white from gripping the knife so hard. David grins. "You're weak... I knew you-" Before the brit could finish his sentence you plunged the knife in his neck, making him bleed even more. He gurgles for a few seconds before closing his eyes. Now he was really dead. Not sacrificed and not mori'd... At least not by a killer.

You slowly get up and look at your now bloody hands. From behind you you could hear slow claps. Slow claps. Just like a villain in a superhero movie. You turn around.

"Damn... I really didn't think you would be able to do that... Yet you proofed me wrong. Interesting..." He smiled and takes the knife from you, cleaning it from Davids blood. Danny sighs. "Saw how they treated you earlier... I couldn't let that go 'unseen'." He sits down on one of the benches, manspreading. Quickly he pats his thigh. Not even knowing what you're doing you sit down on his thigh and let your head fall against his shoulder.

"I didn't even see you.." Danny nods. "Of course. I am Ghostface, I am a master at staying hidden." He sighs and puts his hand on your head soothingly caressing your hair.

"I didn't think survivors could be like this... Y'all are supposed to stick together when a killer is trying to. Well kill you." You sigh audibly. "I was confused and then I thought they were referring to my friendships with some of the killers including you... I didn't even know you were the killer until Mikaela pushed me into you."

"Yeah, what a move."

The wind is blowing and you shiver. Danny notices this and holds you closer to him. "Cold, are we?" He move his free hand to his mask and. Removes it?! You have never seen Danny without his mask and he looks really pretty... You look at him.

"You must trust me a lot to remove your mask..." He smiles a cheeky smile. "Think whatever you want about this. You should get the hatch as a little reward. For killing David and basically doing the dirty work for me." You just nod and get off his thigh. He grabs his mask but isn't putting it on just yet.

After a while of looking for the hatch you finally find it in the killer shack. "I'll see you around. If you want it or not."

With that he pushes you into the hatch grinning. Just before you get engulfed in the black fog, you see him putting his mask back on.

What will the others think?

[unnamed-blob]

Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?

⇢ Pairing: Ghostface/Meg Thomas

⇢ Length: Oneshot

⇢ Synopsis: Ghostface hasn't had his hands on his darling survivor for many, many trials. The Entity isn't that cruel of a mistress to deny him for long of course.

⇢ A/N: (Dark) fluff?? In MY Ghostmeg works?? In my defense, I was sick and weak, they struck me when I had no means of defending myself- For those unaware, Slash and I have also agreed that Ghostface's ribbons have a mind of their own, and now that I have figured out how to slip that into my writing, expect it constantly.

Ghostface rose off of the splayed, mangled body of the last survivor, grimacing in disgust as he nudged it with his foot, flicking the blood off of his knife. He easily stepped over the corpse, wiping the remaining red liquid on the sleeve of his robe as the death toll rang out, the unmistakable sound of the sky parting for the Entity’s hungry grasp. He didn’t bother to look back, focused instead on striding to the now open exit gates. 

His pace was too quick, too heavy, his posture too stiff and his dismissal of his favored weapon more violent than usual, all but slamming the knife into its sheath without a glance to ensure he wouldn’t stab himself doing so. 

It’d been….. many, many, far too many trials since he’d seen his lovely little, red rabbit. Caught scent of her fear, snapped his teeth around her delicate skin, her wrists clasped in one hand, able to feel her racing pulse in her wrists, ran his fingers through her hair-

Ghostface growled, harshly yanking the mask off of his face as he shoved his hood down, digging his nails into his scalp as he ruffled his hair and tried to force the brimming edge threatening to boil over back. His ribbons lashed behind him, jerking in all directions in rapid succession. 

The killer had begun to find it troublesome to properly conduct his trials when she failed to show each and every time. Of course, that didn’t mean he’d grown sloppy, slow, useless. 

Oh no, no, of course not. Why it’d rather become quite the opposite. The survivors unlucky enough to be cast into trials with him must’ve done something to displease the Entity, to be dropped into an enclosed space when the bloodlust boiled within him. He’d lost nearly all his patience for his stealth specialized moves, preferring to go gunning for them like a bloodhound, the panicked survivors darting in all directions like brainless hares. 

The anger within him had lent him harsher swings and quicker slashes, his knife finding the spots that were sure to cause maximum pain, for choked gasps and grunts and unbridled screams. To revel in the blood that would coat him nearly head to toe at the end of each trial. 

Hooks were too kind of an end for the survivors, Ghostface would ensure a complete mori of each and every survivor. Able to feel the haze settle for just a moment while his knife would dart in and out of their soft flesh until it was too torn to take any more of his anger. 

But reset deaths could only take him so far, could soothe the growing fire within him only so long before he’d snap. By the fog, if Meg didn’t show her cute little butt soon, he’d be sure to find the survivor camp himself and drag her out with his own two-

An abrupt, panicked scream from above shattered the killer out of his musings, snapping his head upwards to catch sight of a falling figure above him. By pure instincts, Ghostface lashed out to catch her, a female slamming right into his arms, scrambling to grab him around the neck as her body trembled from the fall. 

The killer tilted his head down to catch a proper full sight of her, freezing stone still as a familiar, red headed runner was planted right in his arms, focused on vehemently muttering choice words to the disappearing Entity above. 

His ribbons had stilled in his moment of surprise, and now excitedly regained their wagging, twirling to and fro, darting closer to gently brush against Meg’s form while the killer could only stare mutely at his favorite survivor, dropped right into his own arms. 

Meg finally seemed to register that someone had caught her, turning to face him before she froze, body completely still as her wide, terrified eyes stared up at him. Her mouth dropped open slightly, a small, startled noise escaping as her grip unconsciously tightened around his neck. 

(Like a rabbit, that freezes before the hunting dog, hoping it’s gaze will pass over it if it dares not breathe.)

Ghostface’s lips twitched, before stretching into a full blown, wolfish grin, drawing her closer tightly as the survivor finally snapped out of her shock, scrambling to break out of his hold. 

“Hi baby,” he purred, easily holding her flailing figure in place to plant a kiss on her forehead, the redhead grimacing and shuddering in response. 

“Did you miss me?” He cooed, drawing her closer, tighter against himself as Meg tried to shove at his chest, kicking into open air. He rubbed his cheek against her head, akin to an affectionate cat, while the survivor tried to claw at him with blunt nails. 

“I missed youu. On my sweet girl~” Ghostface sighed silently in relief, feeling the tenseness ease from his figure, his ribbons idly entangling around her legs to keep her in place. Meg snapped to them too late, while Ghostface easily spun to a new direction, happily trotting off to a more private part of the woods instead of the killer campfire. 

Oh he’d missed her, and he wasn’t about to let anyone else catch sight of her. Meg was the opposite of complacent in his grip, kicking and fighting and scratching (really, you’d think he was holding some feral cat instead of a survivor). Her gaze darted to his exposed neck, freezing as her thoughts flashed across her face, hands twitching as she battled within herself. 

Ghostface fought to keep from bursting out laughing. How opportunistic, how cute. Not that he’d blame her of course, he’d given her his own fair share of marks to recall him by, some visible above the limits of her clothing, others more private. It’d be quite adorable for her to do the same for him now. 

Oh well. 

He gave her another bold, grinning peck on her face as Meg startled and renewed her fighting, squeezing her closer. The two of them had a lot of time they needed to make up for, and he excitedly relayed it to the horrified expression growing on the survivor’s face, his ribbons curling tighter around her in anticipation. 

He’d have to find some way to thank the Entity afterwards, for dropping such a wonderful gift right into his arms.

[theyanderespecialist]

Photographic Darling (Scenario) Ghostface X Male Survivor Reader

#deadbydaylight #yandere #yanderedeadbydaylight #yandereghostface #deadbydaylightghostface #dbd #ghostface #yanderedbd #ghostfacexmalereader #malereader 

[Hello My Sexy Muffins, I am back with another update. This one is a request from Tumblr. About Ghostface x male survivor reader, please Enjoy this chapter!]

(Ghostface)

(Ghostface's POV)

I watch my darling as he struggles to finish a generator. Oh, How I love these times with him. Making it where I could spend my spare time in the trial watching him. All the other survivors in the trial are gone, now it is just me and him. There is no better time than the present. I sneak up on him and jumpscare him.

He pulls back and goes running but I was ready for this tripping him. "Nice try cutie!" I chirp. "I will let you go if you let me take some photos?"

He stared at me shocked while I hold my phone and twirl my knife.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He demands.

"There is the hatch and I have the key! Scored it off the redhead! And there are no other survivors and still three generators!" I tell him. "So if you let me take so many photos of you a couple of them of you shirtless. I will let you use the hatch and give you the key to it~ If you show me your dick and let me take a picture of it I will even lead you to it!"

"You are sick!" He snaps but then looks away and sighed. "Fine!"

I smirked and let him stand up pulling out my phone. "Come one cutie~ show me what you are working with~"

He began to pose and I could tell he did not like this but I am having the best time!

"Now take off the shirt~" I tell him. "Slowly~"

He slowly rolly rolled his shirt off his body and I look at his body. Such a sexy man he is~ "I want to suck on that body of yours~" I comment. "You would love it~"

He looked away and posed some more~

"Now the pants." I say and he drops them and I look and snap some pics of his cock. "Heh~ I love you (Name) and now I can jerk off to you~"

"Just show me to the hatch!" He growls.

"Next time you will have to do more for me~ Maybe even jerk off for me~" I tease.

"There is not going to be a next time." He says.

"Oh we will see about that cutie~" I laugh

He is mine and I am going have so much fun with my photographic Darling~

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy my fuffins~]

[allovertheplace-writing]

Dead by Daylight

Character(s): Leon, Kate

Genre: Fluff

Type: Headcanon

Description: Kisses!

Warning(s): Gender-Neutral Reader(My Default), Canon Typical Violence(Leon), Touching(Non-Sexual), Kissing(A Little Steamy, but Innocent in Nature), Biting(Love Bites), Partial Nudity(Leon), Survivors & Killers Have Cabins, Varying Lengths, Unofficial Relationship Status(Leon), Not Much Dialogue

I don't write for, and rarely play, dbd nowadays, but when the brainrot occurs one must lose themselves-

I hope you all enjoy <33

   ➢ Leon - Comfort Kisses

Even as you emerged from the fog and returned to the campfire, the trial stayed in the forefront of your mind. The harsh mechette to your shoulder, the ruthless bear trap that dug it's blades into your ankle during your unhook escape, and the bruising grip the bastard used on your sides when he caught you

It continued to hurt even though it shouldn't have. You had to check your body just to make sure, what if something went wrong?

With a quiet 'ow', you shuffled off to your designated cabin, concealing your limp and each wince that contorted your face. There were eyes on your back, watching curiously and with concern. Most likely Claudette or Jeff, they always looked out for everyone when they could

The screen door of your cabin squeaked and groaned when you opened it, welcoming you despite your scowl. After closing the door, it was only a few more seconds until you reached the standing mirror beside your dresser(full of clothes the Entity decided it wanted you to have, some from your life before and some it just gave you). The lantern you left lit earlier giving you enough light to see yourself well

You grabbed the hem of your shirt and raised it just enough to peek at your waist. There was a little discoloration, the beginning of a bruise on each side. It sent your heart racing, panicking

Leaning down with a soft wheeze, you grasped and pulled at your pant leg until it showed the skin of your ankle. Some redness and faint scars adorned it, as if it had been healing

You were about to check your shoulder when a knock on your door reached your ears, a call of your name following soon after. The voice was more than familar with all the trials you had been in with him, always speaking to you as you worked together and patched one another up. Leon was nice, sometimes too nice, and him showing up felt expected despite it surprising you

A hum fluttered from your throat, an invitation for him to come in and, after a moment, he did. His eyes found you easily with the lantern nearby. The thuds of his shoes were quiet as he approached you, his lips parting to ask if you were alright. A little explaining had him nodding and offering to check your shoulder - something about him knowing a thing or two about shoulder wounds

After a second of hesitance, you allowed him to check it, lifting your shirt from your body and turning away from him. His fingertips were cold against your skin as he traced an uneven line across it, whispering out Evan's name in question

"Yeah, I was in a trial not too- ah.."

A rush of heat danced over your shoulder before the feeling of his lips replaced it. It sent a shiver down your spine and made your skin tingle at the touch. He pressed another kiss along the aching skin and carefully slipped his arms around your waist. An apology is mumbled as he kisses the scar one more time, lifting his head to rest it on top of your shoulder

   ➢ Kate - Butterfly Kisses

She hovered above you with a smile, her hands gripping the bed sheets beside your head while her legs straddled and squeezed your hips. Her voice reached your ears with compliments and playful teases as she leaned down, bumping your nose with hers. She pressed her lips to yours slowly, adding a little more pressure when she placed a hand on your cheek. Her thumb caressed the apple of your cheek as she parted, coming down to cup your jaw

She lifted your head before nestling her face against your neck, giggling when you whined at her cold nose. A few words of praise was spoken into your skin while she peppered the expanse of your neck with kisses. You could tell how she melted at your breathy laughs and the way you held onto her wrist. The breeze that came through your cabin's window was summery despite the absence of time, a treat given by the Entity you supposed, but summer reminded you her through and through

The scrape of her teeth made you gasp under your breath, earning a loving open-mouthed kiss to the same area and a sweet laugh. She called you darlin' when she slipped her hand to your nape, nipping at the space below your jaw. Singing an 'I love you' before rising to kiss your cheek

You could feel her sigh when you returned the gentle kiss to her cheek, leaning to rest her head in the crook of your neck. She mumbled out her declaration of love again, her lashes tickling your skin as she nuzzled further into you

Her weight pressed against you as she relaxed, arms coming to hug your sides. Her breath danced across your neck until it fell to your shoulder, continuing it's journey onto the crinkled sheets you knew you'd have to fix once you got up

The small hums that swam in her throat began to form a tune as she focused on it a little more. Your eyes, though heavy from her kisses, started to close with the steadiness of her voice

You could only be glad that the Entity gave you both time together, allowing rest between a busy day of trials

[soapyghostie]

I want to so bad write about the reader living in a house with all the slashers and DBD killers like if they were a big ✨chaotic✨ ‘happy’ family. Maybe someone send me a request for a scenario for the horror house??? 👉🏻👈🏻

[ionlycomehereforthegay]

Being me is so hard BECAUSE TELL ME WHY THE FUCK I GENUINELY SHIP ACE VISCONTI FROM DEAD BY DAYLIGHT AND ALBERT WESKER 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[trashyslashers]

Match-up Requests: Open

It's been a hot minute since I've opened the inbox, and an even hotter minute since I've done match-ups, so I figured that opening the inbox for the first time in months for match-ups could be fun.

To see the style I use to fulfill match-ups, check the tag here (though I'm pretty certain I've done more than what's shown there, not entirely sure why they're not all showing up).

You can see a list of who I write for here, so you can see the potentials (unless you specify you're fine with it, I probably won't match anyone with any Manhunt characters as I don't believe that series is very well known or popular).

You are more than welcome to send one in even if you already have in the past.

Please include the following:

If you prefer a slasher, a DBD character, or if you're fine with either (and feel free to specify if you're only interested in DBD Killers, or only in DBD Survivors)

Your gender and sexuality

A general rundown of your appearance

A general rundown of your personality

Your hobbies, interests, etc. Anything you think would be relevant and would help me give you an accurate match-up.

Please make sure you include 4 and 5! It's a tough giving a proper, adequate match-up if I don't know much about your personality and who you "are". If necessary, you can send your request in two parts (though please try to mark them with a moniker, or an emoji, or something so I can keep them together, and please do try to limit it to two asks if you can help it - multiple requests with multiple parts can be tough to keep track of).

They'll be open for at least the next 24 hours, depending on how many I receive they may be open for longer.

Happy requesting.

[byanyan]

thinking about post-fog byan in their dbd verse is fucking me up today... because they have no one to go back to. no one would have really noticed that they were gone in the first place. troubled kid who's been in and out of so many foster homes and has a habit of disappearing from the group home for days at a time? no one would have been terribly surprised when they never turned back up.

they're basically screwed when they come back. if we assume that everyone returns to the present day rather than the time they were taken from... byan is physically still 17, but as far as the world is concerned, they're an adult, probably somewhere in their 20s depending on how long they were in the entity's realm. not only do they not have someone to go back to, they've lost whatever weak safety net they had before. they don't have shelter they can return to - the group home for kids in the foster care system certainly wouldn't take them back. they're too old now.

which means... they're homeless. they've lost the already limited options they had before they were taken. they've basically gone from one type of hell to another, and now they have like ten new layers of trauma on top of it all.

[tyrantt00]

You ever think about a character to much and create such a deep and thoroughly personal view of them that if you even tried to explain it properly you would either need to spend four hours OR look like a complete wackjob.

[d34dg1rl5]

Chase

In the heart-pounding realm of the Entity, where every moment is fraught with danger and fear, (Y/N) found themselves trapped in a nightmarish chase with Ghostface, the embodiment of terror itself. But what made this chase all the more complicated was (Y/N)'s conflicting emotions—they had a crush on Ghostface, despite the imminent threat to their life.

It began like any other match, with (Y/N) finding themselves transported to the eerie realm known as the MacMillan Estate. The fog was thick, obscuring vision, and the sound of a heartbeat thudded ominously in their ears. They knew they were not alone.

As they cautiously moved through the desolate landscape, trying to evade the killer's gaze, they couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching them. And indeed, they were right. Ghostface, with his iconic mask and chilling presence, was stalking them, his knife glinting in the moonlight.

But strangely, amidst the fear, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement whenever Ghostface drew near. Perhaps it was the adrenaline of the chase or the forbidden allure of danger, but (Y/N)'s heart raced for reasons beyond mere survival.

As the chase intensified, with (Y/N) narrowly dodging Ghostface's swings and vaulting over obstacles, they found themselves drawn deeper into the twisted game of cat and mouse. But with each close encounter, (Y/N) couldn't ignore the undeniable chemistry between them and Ghostface, even amidst the terror.

Despite their feelings, (Y/N) knew they had to survive. They had to escape this relentless pursuer. With every ounce of strength and cunning they possessed, they devised a plan. They led Ghostface on a wild chase through the Estate, ducking and weaving through the labyrinthine structures, until finally, they found themselves at the exit gates.

But just as victory seemed within reach, Ghostface appeared once more, blocking their path. For a moment, (Y/N) froze, torn between fear and desire. But then, with a surge of determination, they made their move.

With a swift and daring maneuver, (Y/N) managed to outmaneuver Ghostface, slipping past him and through the open gate to freedom. As they sprinted into the darkness, heart pounding and adrenaline coursing through their veins, they couldn't help but steal a glance back at Ghostface.

And in that moment, amidst the chaos and danger, (Y/N) saw something unexpected in Ghostface's eyes—perhaps a hint of admiration, or even something more. But there was no time to dwell on it, as they disappeared into the night, leaving behind the enigmatic killer they couldn't help but be drawn to.

A/N: Hello everyone! I tried something different today - thats right, i used a gender neutral reader instead of a female one. I hope yall like it and let me know if yall want more of gender neutral reader!

[unnamed-blob]

Don't go anywhere, we'll be right back!

⇢ Pairing: Ghostface/Meg Thomas

⇢ Length: Oneshot

⇢ Synopsis: Ghostface just wants to spend some quality time with Meg, but she tends to run off too quick. Oh well, desperate times call for desperate measures.

⇢ A/N: Slightly disconnected from "One way or another", takes place some time after (NOT part 2!)

Meg strained against her bounds, trying in vain to gnaw at the fabric encircling her wrists together, kicking out her legs in an attempt to free them. 

She cursed under her breath as she broke away, twisting her wrists to glance for any give. Her shoulders slumped as the fabric remained tightly wrapped Nothing. 

Ghostface had caught her off guard at the near immediate beginning of the trial, managing to lash her hands together as she’d struggled and spit, fighting against him. Then he’d (gently) shoved her into a locker, her legs bound together before she could even begin to kick, the grinning killer looming over her. 

The survivor’s heart had dropped into the pit of her stomach, watching the giddy killer with wide, terrified eyes. But he’d only booped her nose, telling her to “behave darling!” and “I’ll be back soon enough dear~” before slamming the locker door shut, ignoring Meg’s raised yells for him to let her out. 

She slumped forwards, groaning in irritation and exhaustion. The fabric he’d used seemed to be the same flowing ribbons on his own outfit, surprisingly tougher than she’d expected. She shifted her wrists, giving a halfhearted attempt to pull them apart when she already knew the outcome. 

But not too tough. Despite her endless struggling, her wrists hadn’t been chaffed, nor was it particularly painful. 

Meg slumped against the wall of the locker, idly tracing the ribbons on her ankles. She’d tried everything, but the knot on her legs was out of reach and no amount of gnawing would free her wrists. 

She’d stopped yelling in favor of saving her voice to try and untie the knots- not to mention she’d been unfortunate enough to be dropped off in a desolate corner of the map- but maybe if she kept up enough of a racket someone would find her. 

The locker door slammed open, Meg startling as she yelped, snapping her head to the shadow filling the open doorway, blocking her way out. 

Her stomach dropped at the desolate, bloodstained mask that grinned down at her, hands already crowding her space, wriggling under her legs and back to scoop her out. 

Meg’s eyes widened, scrambling to escape his grasp, searching for anything to grab onto to keep herself inside- 

“No no no no no- wait wait-“ she gasped, grasping at the rusted walls as his hands curled under her, easily maneuvering her out. She froze as she was pressed against a broad chest, a nearly indiscernible giggle sounding from the cold blooded killer above her, nuzzling his face against her’s. 

“Caught ya~”

[favescarymovie]

Danny has officially become my little meow meow

[influenzalake]

Batfam + Superfam playing Dead By Daylight part 1 and 2

Prompts:

-Killer or Survivor main?

-what killer / survivor would they play?

-perks? builds?

-would they listen to music while playing?

-extras!

Bruce Wayne playing Dead By Daylight:

-Bruce would be a Killer AND Survivor main, because he would see the tactical advantage of playing and learning both sides.

-Bruce would put in the time and effort to master every single killer, but would prefer the strongest killers in the meta to secure victory. Bruce would play Nurse, a frighteningly strong Wraith, and Myers for fun.

-Bruce would use Tinkerer / Surge (now Jolt) / Make Your Choice for Nurse, Bamboozle / Thrilling Tremors / Hex: Plaything for Wraith.

Mindbreaker (now Fearmonger) and Infectious Fright for both. Bruce would use these perks to instill fear and withhold information from survivors, similar to his Batman style. 

Bruce would play Claudette, Ace, and Elodie for fun. Claudette and Ace because they are the most quiet survivors and he would equip cosmetics to help them blend in.

Bruce would use We'll Make it, Lithe, Quick and Quiet, and Resilience. His survivor build revolves around saving others and helping him in chase.

-Bruce would not listen to music while playing, he would take the game seriously. (lol)

-Bruce would not camp or tunnel, he is skilled enough to just play and win. Bruce would take all the chase and sacrifice himself without hesitation for a teammate.

-Bruce would not use items when playing survivor. 

-Bruce would use add-ons for his killers.

-Bruce would use bloodpoint offerings that benefit every player.

Dick Grayson playing DBD:

-Dick would be a survivor main, but he would play killer every now and then to keep up with the meta.

-Dick would play Feng Min, Yui Kimura, and Laurie Strode. Dick would have a lot of fun playing with cosmetics and characters like Feng and Yui have some of the best cosmetics to choose from in the game. He would also enjoy the lore of these characters, contributing to why he plays them. Characters like Yui and Laurie did amazing feats against their odds, which would resonate with Dick.

-Dick would use Dramaturgy (high risk, high reward), Fogwise, Adrenaline, and Kindred. His survivor play style revolves around staying focused on the objective, and being ready for anything. 

-Dick would listen to music while playing sometimes.

-Dick would use items and add-ons sometimes. 

-Dick would either be the Gen Jockey or Runner in a game. There is no in between.

-Dick's favorite DBD chapter would probably be the Halloween chapter, since it released and was popular around his youth. 

Jason Todd playing DBD:

-Jason would be a killer main. When he gets tired of playing killer he would play survivor. 

-Jason would play Wesker, Ghostface for goofs, Huntress, and Xenomorph.

Jason gave Deathslinger a chance because guns, but the killer just wasn't for him

Jason is a sniper with the Huntress.

-Jason's killer playstyle would revolve around pressuring survivors early and maintaining that pressure. Jason would use his perks to keep survivors with little to no options in the game. 

Jason's killer perks would be Lethal Pursuer, Thanatophobia, Dead Man's Switch, Eruption, Genetic Limits, and Deadlock.

-Jason would not listen to music while playing. If he was playing a game just for a challenge, he would listen to music. 

-Jason stopped following the lore and challenges after the Resident Evil chapter (the first one).

-Jason's least favorite maps would probably be The Game or Lery's Memorial. They remind him too much of his own torture. 

-Jason would get the cool cosmetics for his Huntress. He would mix and match over using the presets.

Tim Drake playing DBD:

-Tim would play both killer and survivor, like Bruce. He includes what he learns from both sides into his game strategy. Tim prefers to play killer because it offers more of a challenge. 

-Tim would play Nurse, Spirit, a MEAN blight, and the Onryo. 

Tim's Killer choice would prioritize both the meta and map traversal. Since Tim's Killer powers have an ease of travel, he can focus their perk loadout elsewhere.

Tim's Killer perks would be A Nurse's Calling, Awakened Awareness, Bitter Murmur, and Hex: Devour Hope. 

Tim would play Lisa Garland, (red coat) ((if you know you know)) Nancy Wheeler, Leon, and Nea when he feels like being a menace. 

Tim's Survivor perks would be Fast Track, Adrenaline, Inner Strength (now inner healing), and Overcome. 

Tim's play style killer and survivor would revolve around gathering information and proceeding accordingly. Tim's survivor playstyle would be centered around being able to support himself instead of relying on his teammates. 

-Tim would not listen to music while playing. He would see it as a distraction.

-Tim would use Hex perks and has a full Hex build. Tim would use Hex: Pentimiento, Hex: The Third Seal, Hex: Blood Favor, Hex: Haunted Grounds, Hex: Devour Hope, and Hex: Undying 

-Tim would equip Franklins Demise if he sees items in the lobby, he would read the lobby (what survivors are present, what cosmetics, what items)

-Tim was probably mad about the Decisive Strike rework. 

-Tim probably has the highest MMR ranking out of all the bats lol

Damian Wayne playing DBD:

-Damian would play more killer than survivor. He would give survivor a chance, but would become infuriated by the incompetence of others. 

-Damian would learn to play every killer well, but Damian would main Spirit, Oni (katanas, lore, family trauma and lineage = perfect), Executioner, and Ghostface for sneaky sneaks.

-Damian use Infectious Fright, Blood Echo, I'm All Ears, Surge, and Hex: Devour Hope.

Damian's playstyle would revolve around pressuring survivors and making them scatter like roaches. It would make hunting them down more fun and rewarding. 

-Damian would not listen to music while playing. 

-Damian would not tunnel or camp, but would be tempted to for annoying and toxic survivors lol.

-Damian would punish toxic survivors or survivors who do nothing for their team. He would hunt them down specifically and let the rest go. He feels like justice has been served when the other survivors nod at him.

-Damian would watch DBD streams and point out all their mistakes 

Jon Kent playing DBD:

-Jon would be a survivor main, and occasionally play killer.

-Jon would play Meg, Steve, Feng Min, or Renato / Thalita.

Jon would also play Jonathan Byers because they share a name and he thinks that's cool.

-Jon would use Dance With Me, Kindred, For The People, Bite the Bullet, and Prove Thyself.

Jon's playstyle would revolve around saving others. 

-Jon would listen to music while playing DBD

-Jon would use items when playing DBD. 

-Jon's favorite map is probably Midwich, (WAS) Hawkins Lab, and Raccoon City. 

He likes them because they are fun to explore and are faithful adaptations. They have a lot of easter eggs and references. 

-Jon's second favorites would probably be Red Forest. He wouldn't like any of the corn maps because they remind him of home, but also don't due to the gore.

-Jon's favorite chapter would probably be Stranger Things because it came out and was popular during his time.

-When Jon does play killer, he plays Demogorgon or Ghostface.

Conner Kent playing DBD:

-Conner would be a casual player that plays both killer and survivor.

-Conner would play Nemesis, Myers, and Cannibal.

Conner would use Lightborn, Mad Grit, Merciless Storm, and Unnerving Presence. 

Conner's playstyle would be to f* with the survivors heads as much as possible, hes in it for fun. 

Conner would play Cheryl Mason / James Sunderland, Ellen Ripley, and Jill Valentine.

Conner would use Quick and Quiet, Flashbang, Blast Mine, Dead Hard, and Boon: Circle of Healing.

Conner's playstyle would be to annoy the killer as much as possible while.

-Conner would listen to music for some of his games. 

-Conner was really upset about the Dead Hard rework. In the prework days, would clothesline the killer like a linebacker on the regular.  

-Conner would use items, offerings, and add-ons for his games.

-Conner plays a lot of his characters for the nostalgia.

~ cross posted on wattpad

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | first meeting

info;

♡ fandoms; The Boy, House of Wax, Halloween, Hannibal, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, slashers (general), DBD

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Vincent Sinclair, Micheal Myers, Hannibal Lecter, Thomas Hewitt

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; mentions of blood/violence

The most random array of characters. All 5 are my bfs tho. Also this is written very very informally because it was originally just for myself lol.

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Brahms Heelshire//

> approximateplotofthe movie. jpeg

> honestly you mind your own business once you realize it’s a doll but assume there’s cameras so mostly behave

> you find yourself naturally coddling his doll like a real child when you’re bored, speaking to him constantly

> even though you’re not doing much to upset him, weird things do start happening around the house

> he mostly wants attention

> you leave a note one day

> “dear brahm’s ghost; i’m sorry if i’m not doing a good job as a nanny. i’m really trying my best. I hope we can be friends”

> he scribbles a smiley face on it and you’re a little freaked out / excited

> when he finally shows himself you’re really stunned. but it makes more sense than a genuine ghost

> you’re in such shock that you just. keep going with the evening and make dinner.

> but even once you come to your senses, you end up more sad than scared

> “…they left you all alone. I’m so sorry.”

> he gives you puppy eyes

> “…I won’t do that to you. I promise. I’m staying.”

> he’s even more in love with you than he first thought. even if you’re going to make him shower six times before bed.

> to his chagrin you don’t help him bathe

> but you do kiss him goodnight

Vincent Sinclair//

> bo brings you to him

> at first he’s making some big deal, “special delivery” and all that

> you’re cute

> really cute

> and bo clearly knew you’re the kind of person vincent would like

> but he’s still got a job to do

> damn it

> “h-hey- wait- i can help you—?”

> that makes him hesitate

> “i’m an artist too. i can help with the sculptures. “

> …

>“i’ll be good. promise.”

> he didn’t need much more convincing than that

> bo is surprised he kept you but makes damn sure you’re not escaping

> but you don’t even try because you just feel so deeply for vincent, and he’s so gentle

> you weren’t lying about being an artist so you’re genuinely helpful

> he falls madly in love when you help him resculpt his mask

Micheal Myers //

> Meet because you wrote letters to him

> Not to interview him or as an obsessive fan

> At first out of curiosity, then as a sort of way to vent, because he never responds

> But as it turns out your letters are the only ones he keeps or even opens at this point

> So his psychologist wants you to meet him to see if you can get him to open up- of course there’s a cash incentive

> He doesn’t say a word from the other side of the glass.

> Obviously.

> But you treat it like a normal visit to a friend and just chat mindlessly a while

> And you’re so much tinier and cuter in person

> He wants to stab you so much

> But realizes that if he killed you, he might miss you

> Ew that’s a scary thought

> Still wants to make you scream tho uwu

> He escapes

> Because he’s Micheal Myers that’s what he does

> After his spree he finds himself in your house, bloodsoaked and honestly not all that sure what he’ll do when he sees you

> You don’t even scream, just give a tiny ‘eep’

> “…Micheal?”

> He regrips his knife so he can get it over with. You’ll just tattle

> “Oh gosh- you’re soaked from the rain. And all that blood-let’s get you a shower? I can get you some fresh clothes too,”

> He’s staring down at you in disbelief

> “…what? You thought I’d try and call the cops? I like talking to you.”

> There’s something very wrong with you

> It’s kind of hot

> He puts him knife away and follows you

Hannibal Lecter//

> you’re his patient lol

> at first he doesn’t have much interest in you outside of work

> but god, you’d be such a perfect subject to manipulate with that little authority figure problem you have

> and even though you’re young

> you do recognize some of the finer things in life

> mostly his artwork and cooking. you’re really good at inadvertently stroking his ego

> he starts diving into darker subjects in therapy

> you’re a bit of a morbid person under the sunshine-y exterior

> perfect

> he’s still chipping away at something big you’re keeping from him

> he could do some digging online and through your files but where’s the fun in that

> he gets you tipsy and then starts with the psycho babble

> you finally crack

> you killed some guy that was stalking you years ago

> god that’s hot

> you liked it, at least a little bit

> even hotter

> you licked the blood off your hands and it tasted good

> he’s in love ; good luck leaving

Thomas Hewitt //

> car trouble! it’s always car trouble

> honestly when you rock up to the gas station alone Luda Mae is thinking that it’s a shame the fridge at home is already full

> but you’re the sweetest little customer

> “your name is really pretty ma’am. ever since i was little i decided if i had a daughter, her name would be Audrey Mae”

> new plan, she’s playing matchmaker

> there’s just something about you that’s so gentle

> and mildly off-putting, like the rest of the family

> she brings you out to the farm to see if they have the car parts you need

> and to stay the night, if you really need to

> you run smack dab into Thomas in his old half mask walking in- even Luda expects you to recoil at the least

> instead you turn a bit pink

> “oh gosh- I’m so so sorry sir-“

> Thomas stares at you

> You just shyly introduce yourself, talking enough for both of you

> Luda Mae is already planning the wedding

> “That’s my youngest Tommy- why don’t you show em around? Alright baby?”

> Thomas is a bit hesitant but you’re so little and cute and smell so good—

> He’s already obsessed oops

[5eraphim]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 1.6k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

The Shape

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Mastermind

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Executioner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[trashyslashers]

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