#trapper x reader

[theres-a-body-here]

Love Letter Aftermath

First part

The realization of receiving a love admission sinks in for the killers

Characters: Oni, Trapper, Deathslinger, Mastermind, Cannibal, Ghostface Warnings: Some spice Male!reader

The Oni - Kazan Yamaoka

He's angry

Angry at you for giving him that damn letter

And angry at himself for keeping it

He keeps it on his shrine

Even while he tries to distract himself with training between trials, your letter is all that's on his mind

At least once a day, for a couple of minutes, he stares at the letter while working up the courage to crumple it and dispose of it

He never can

When Rin found the letter, his heat sunk

She thought it was cute, but rolled her eyes at how Kazan was acting

The days following the letter, you've noticed in trials with Oni, he never downs you with his Kanabo anymore, only his Katana

Even during chases, when he's activated his blood fury right behind you, he stampedes off somewhere to down anyone else

And when he carries you to hooks, you've noticed how gently he holds you

But he never stays after hooking you and seems to avoid your gaze

Strangely, Rin has been giving you some leeway during trials as well

The Trapper - Evan MacMillan

When he got back to his realm after the trial, he immediately went to work on making a box for the letter

Yeah, a whole keepsake box for a single letter

He places it next to the box where he keeps his old drawings

Whenever he sees you in trials, he still gets those butterflies

If you step in one of his traps, he's immediately rushing to where he heard you scream

If he sees any other survivors trying to free you, he swats at them

Evan gently pulls at the jaw of the trap and pulls it apart, letting you retract your injured foot

He's trying his hardest not to ogle your legs

"Sorry," he mutters gruffly, his hands holding your leg softly while he inspects the damage

He picked up some gauze that one of the others dropped and begins to bandage your wound

He can feel your gaze burning holes into his mask as he works

He's the one to break the silence

"I've killed you... and your friends, over and over."

There's a long pause on your end before you respond

"I know"

You two leave it at that

The Deathslinger - Caleb Quinn

Caleb keeps the letter under the bar counter in his realm

Whenever he returns from an exhausting or lost trial, he looks at it

A small part of him still thinks you're messing with him

He's way too nervous and skittish around you now to do anything, so you're gonna have to initiate everything

In trials, you do your best to spend time with him

Especially when you insist that he treats you no different

When he carries you to hook, you take the moment to touch him

You turn your head to plant a kiss on the back of his neck

Caleb visibly shivers and lets out a groan

"Yer tryin' ta kill me, ain'tcha?"

"Is it working?"

Despite you asking otherwise, he tends to leave you alone when he can in trials, opting to hide the others

If you confront him about it, he'll deny it

The Mastermind - Albert Wesker

He keeps your letter in the inner pocket of his jacket

You definitely have his full attention now

Don't expect any special treatment, because he's not gonna give it

In fact, he seems to actively seek you out first if he knows you're in his trial

Wesker gets angry when you can't loop him for more than a couple of minutes

"Are you even trying? Pathetic"

While carrying you to a hook, he's lecturing you all the way

"You didn't run it tight enough. You were too greedy with the pallet. You didn't check your blind spots."

He'll get even more irritated if you start to tear up

Can't you see he's trying to help you?

Wesker refuses to have someone so vulnerable as an admirer

So you better get to it

If you do manage to improve and become better in trials, his attitude changes

It goes from scoldings to rewards

He takes off his gloves to hold your chin and pull you close

You feel his lips ghost over your cheek and shiver when he tightens his grip on you

He stares at your face, drinking up your reactions

And then he lets you go, watching as your face twists from dazed to confused

"What? Were you expecting a kiss?"

You're gonna have to do a lot more if you wanna get a smooch from him

The Cannibal - Bubba Sawyer

He tapped your letter to the side of his chainsaw

He gets all giddy when he glances at it during his sweeps, especially if he manages to down a survivor

It's his good luck charm

If he spots you in a trial, he'll literally drop everything to rush over and give you hug

Bubba would honestly hug you all trial if you let him

He's definitely become a bit more protective over you, maybe even prone to jealousy

He doesn't even let anyone work on gens with you, revving his chainsaw if anyone gets too close

Once everyone gets the message and leaves you two be, he'll sit behind you as you work and hug you

Expect lots of nuzzles

Bubba whines when the gen is completed and you have to stand up to find a new one

He follows you like a puppy until you find the next one and the process begins anew

The Ghostface - Danny Johnson

Danny doesn't really have anywhere he can store the letter safely

So he does the logical thing and memorizes it's contents, word for word

He doesn't care what happens to the paper

Sometimes during trials, he'll tease you by reciting it during chases

Even adding things you're certain you never added

"And I promise to always let you smash whenever and wherever you want," he says, mimicking your voice as you dangle from the hook

"I NEVER WROTE THAT!!"

Being her favorite, The Entity doesn't care if Danny spares you every trial

But he won't

Because he's a meanie

"No hard feelings, right boo?" He coos as he plunges his blade into your back

If you're sore about it, he's more than happy to make it up to you

He'll run his cold leather-gloved hands under your shirt, pressing you against a wall as you try to stay angry

"Come on, don't be like that," he mutters into your ear, squishing your sides

If you fold now, he'll tease you for being whipped

But if you stay strong, he'll pull out the big guns

He buries his masked face into your neck, slowly grinding his hips against yours

"You feel that, baby? You feel how sorry I am?" He growls, pressing his hard-on against you

[bxnnywrites]

🖤 Killers Reacting to Nervous!Reader Holding Their Hand (Pt. 2) 🖤

AN :: Since my last one was well received, I decided to do another one as a quickie! I'm also testing out a new layout so lmk what you think!! Hope you guys enjoy <3

Characters :: Kazan Yamaoka (The Oni), Eva MacMillan (The Trapper), Frank Morrison (The Legion), Susie Lavoie (The Legion), Bubba Sawyer (The Cannibal), Ellen Ripley (Bonus!) Pt 1 Here [link]

༉ Kazan Yamaoka :: The Oni

[PT: Kazan Yamaoka: The Oni]

✴ He's surprised by it at first, your small hand in his giant one.

✴ It puts into perspective just how tiny you are compared to him, though these days it's rare for anyone to be bigger than he is.

✴ You're so small, so frail. It gives him a surge of protectiveness, the need to keep you safe.

✴ He leans over and brings the back of your hand to his lips, kissing it softly, gentlemanly.

✴ Fucking hell that makes you blush even more.

✴ He chuckles a bit, ruffling your hair with one hand. A small act of affection to let you know you're safe.

✴ He will keep you safe, no matter what.

༉ Evan MacMillan :: The Trapper

[PT: Evan Macmillan: The Trapper]

✴ Honestly? He's a bit nervous too.

✴ He won't admit that though, won't even show it. Him? Nervous over someone holding his hand? Nah, he would never.

✴ He squeezes your hand in return, pulling you just a bit closer, but doesn't have much immediate reaction to it.

✴ Absolute sap about it in private though, can't stop thinking about it. It was so simple but it reminded him that you loved him, only him.

✴ The next time you're together he takes the initiative and holds your hand first. Keeping you close to him to really let everyone know who you belong to.

✴ Fuckin dork.

༉ Frank Morrison :: The Legion

[PT: Frank Morrison: The Legion]

✴ Aw, lookit you! You're so nervous from just some hand holding.

✴ "You're damn cute when you blush like that, babe."

✴ You pout in return and he chuckles, pulling you a bit closer and kissing your forehead.

✴ "You're just provin' the point, y'know?"

✴ More pouting and he's grinning ear to ear, bastard that he is.

✴ But you suppose that's why you love him in the first place, cocky son of a bitch.

✴ Anyways, similar to Michael, his hand now. It shall be returned within 3-5 business days. Dw about it.

༉ Susie Lavoie :: The Legion

[PT: Susie Lavoie: The Legion]

✴ asdfghjkl;'

✴ Oh my god hand? Hand Holding???? You are Holding her Hand?????

✴ Screaming internally

✴ You're blushing so much oh fuck you're so cute you're so pretty

✴ What does she do oh shit fuck uuuuuuh

✴ Holds your hand tighter, trying not to implode from her own nervous wreck of emotions.

✴ Eventually, and very quickly, she kisses your cheek.

✴ Trying not to die from her own blushing and embarrassment.

✴ You give her hand an affirming squeeze, smiling at her, and she relaxes.

✴ God how did she get so lucky?

༉ Bubba :: The Cannibal

[PT: Bubba: The Cannibal]

✴ You...you're holding his hand?

✴ You're so gentle, your hands are so small, so soft.

✴ He could crush your hands if he wasn't careful, a similar worry to Michael's.

✴ But you were holding his hand!!! Your dainty little hand was in his!!!!

✴ It was a sign you loved him, really loved him!

✴ He starts giggling, he can't help himself. He doesn't even notice how nervous you are, consumed with his own delight.

✴ Pulls you into a really, really tight hug. One of the ones where you have to remind him to be gentle.

✴ He makes an apologetic noise and nuzzles his face into your hair, picking you up bridal style to hold you close.

✴ He's so happy you love him, he loves you just as much. He's so darn lucky to have you.

༉ BONUS :: Ellen Ripley

[PT: Bonus: Ellen Ripley]

AN 2: wifewifewifewifewifewifewife

✴ Damn that's sweet.

✴ Sweet like the feeling of fresh coffee in her veins, like hearing her cat purr against her chest.

✴ And you're so damn cute all nervous like this, it makes her heart sing.

✴ God she's so glad to be trapped in this hellhole with you.

✴ She kisses the back of your hand and runs her thumb over it gently, giving you this look that lets you know you mean the world to her.

✴ And you look at her the same way.

✴ Wordless but full of meaning in such a simple touch. Affection that goes beyond what words could describe.

✴ The other survivors are gagging from how sweet you two are.

Final Notes :: I'm a big butch lesbian so I added my Wife as a bonus because this was a bit of a sausage fest (besides Susie, perfect lil angel baby). It was weird writing romance for Susie tbh bc when I look at her I'm just like "Ah yes, my child." because whenever I play as her I get weirdly protective and if she gets palette stunned it becomes like, a personal offense. That's my fuckign niece dude!!!!! But I know some peeps would love to be romantic with her so I am here to provide. As is the authors duty. If you make it weird I'm shanking you behind a Wendy's.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to rb and follow if you enjoyed!! <3

[diejager]

Please I'm begging you to do the trapper/ Evan nsfw headcannons🙏

I’m gonna be honest, Evan’s a hard one simply with how little there is about his character in his lore, but this is what I got from him.

Trapper nsfw headcanons

Pairing: The Trapper | Evan MacMilan x fem!reader

Cw: hard dom, soft dom, aftercare, possessive behaviour, rough sex, cuddling, predator/prey, master/pet, pet names, praise kink, tel me if I missed any. Wc: 1k

Evan is a very like-father-like-son character, where the saying “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree” becomes much too realistic. Before his crazed massacre, the sudden shift in his mind from a calm and controlling person to a bloodthirsty and power-hungry killer, he thrived on control, the dominant figure in a familiar —patriarchy. Despite every clue and fact hinting at him being a control freak, dominating and intense, he knows how to level himself out, watching, calculating, and seeing whether or not his roughness fits the moment. 

If the moment’s, he’d be the leading figure with an iron hand and unchanging will, bending and pushing you in ways that would usually test someone, test their dedication, but he knew the limits, to keep an eye out for your subtle cues of discomfort or apprehension. 

Evan could easily be the hard dom, making you bend to his will, hissing and degrading you down to his toy, something existing solely for his pleasure. He likes making you obey him willingly, to witness you submit to his words, mewling and moaning around him or gagging on his cock, shoved down your throat with little care for your pleasure. He might occasionally give you orders that he knows you wouldn’t be able to fulfil, to make you swallow him whole when you could hardly take half of him in your mouth; to make you cum around your fingers when he knew they were too small compared to his thick and rough ones; and forcing you to adhere to his games.

Along with his dominant countenance, Predator/prey is something he likes, the chase and the adrenaline of hunting you - without his bear traps, he can’t have you wounded and bleeding, crying because of him in fear of what he could do more to hurt you - so that he can fuck you once he gets his hands on you. He’s a killer, it’s almost instinctual, the need to hunt and ensnare his prey. Running made him feel high on adrenaline, trying to catch you and make you submit to him through rough gestures and a harsh hand.

That came hand in hand with another kink of his —Master/pet. After a long or short chase, he’d show you your place: under him. Rather than the usual version, he hated being called master, he preferred being called your owner, your hunter, and you, the little hare he caught, the beautiful and weak rabbit he found ensnared in his game. If he feels like being mean, you’d be nothing but a toy to him, grounding his hips down, rutting roughly against you. It riles him when you start crying, pretty tears rolling down your cheek when he’s being so mean to you, using you until you feel overstimulated, cunt wet and swollen, overflowing with cum. Your sweet, sweet wails and pleads for him to stop, to let you rest, anything that made your face flush, back arch and voice crack turned him on.

If not; if you wanted something soft, gentler from him, he’d be the guiding hand with praises and encouraging words. He was soft, gentle and caring even as a dominant figure, asking you if you wanted this, asking you to tell him what you wanted and if you wanted it, waiting for any stutter and hesitation in your voice to stop whatever he was doing to care for you, shushing your anxiety away with coos and grounding pets.

Evan likes holding you when he’s being soft, getting every moment he can to touch you and be as close as he can be with you. He’d fuck you slowly, moving his hips at a slow and gentle pace, chest touching your back while he pushed in, hands holding you flush against him with your fingers locked together. It was like a slow dance with your hips bucking back and him snapping forward, driving in with purposeful and calculated thrusts to drive you insane with pleasure. He’s very touchy during and after it, determined to keep a part of himself stuck to you, be it his hand, his chapped lips, or his scarred cheek, he liked being able to hold you close, cuddling you after a night of frivolous affairs.

Aftercare is also an integral part of him, whether or not he was hard or soft with you, you deserved aftercare on any occasion. Evan’s a caring and protecting lover, his broad figure acting as a deterrent for any other killer, keeping you from harm’s way and safe by his side, his vulnerable and dependent survivor, one to call his own. He’d lay you down, admiring your panting form, eyes closed and mouth swollen, your hands blindly searching for him when he left to get a towel. He’s careful when he wipes you down, cleaning off the sweat and cum on your body so that you wouldn’t wake up groggy and uncomfortable the next day. 

There’s more to him than a mindless and apathetic killer whose mind fractured and craved for blood to do more than just feed The Entity’s abyssal stomach, Evan MacMilan might be rich, he might’ve been the perfect son of a wealthy family built on blood, pride and greed, but to him, you are more than an object of his affection and obsession, you were his heart. In your smaller hands, beating and undying, was his heart, pulsing strongly with how much love he held for you. You could be the richest, the poorest, the sickest or the healthiest person in the world, but to him, nothing mattered more than being with you. 

Evan’s had a hard life, expectations, responsibility and maturing too young, he craved something simple much like the choice of his tools, simple and old bear traps, cheaper and more efficient than any gun he could've bought with his father’s fortune. He craves a simple life with simple means, away from the gruelling yet familiar way of his childhood, perhaps you were the start of it, stemming from the darkness of her realm.

[happy74827]

The Way You Kiss Me

[Travis "Trapper" Beasley x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: He’s called “Trapper” for a reason.

WC: 1443

Category: Fluff, Lime/Spice

I would say this is a fan service… but, truthfully, I couldn’t help myself. This is a service to myself LMFAO (enjoy the gif of Dan in The Guest since GxK is still fresh in theaters. I cannot wait for this movie to come out in hd quality 🤭)

『••✎••』

Trapper was a bit of a wildcard, in your opinion. You'd known him since your teenage years and had been the one to give him his name. He'd always been a bit of a recluse, even back then. The man was more comfortable around animals than he was with people. The compassion he had for the four-legged beasts was something you had always admired. It was his love of nature and the wild that had drawn you in; you'd never been able to pinpoint why.

That had been over ten years ago, but it felt like no time had passed. You had gone to school, became what you always dreamed of, and moved back to your hometown.

And, of course, it was only inevitable that Trapper would have trapped you.

It hadn't happened right away.

No, it had started slow, like a creeping fog. You didn't even notice it until you found yourself missing the smell of his cologne and his walkman that he still carried around everywhere.

“Yeah, luv, not everywhere's got Wi-Fi, you know?” He would always say, and the thick Australian accent would make your heart flutter.

He was kind, gentle, and a bit goofy. He could sing like a dream (not really, he was quite awful) and was the best vet in the whole world, or at least in your mind. He was utterly perfect on the inside.

And the outside? Well, a pure accident had gotten you two together.

You'd gone into his office, just like every other time, to borrow another of his rare records. Usually, he was there to let you in, but when he wasn't, you were thankful he kept a spare key under the mat.

The office had been quiet, and as you walked through the small space, you frowned, knowing that he never missed a day, even when he was sick.

Turns out your suspicion was right.

His water got cut off, so he swung by the office to shower, and well, you'd gotten to him before he'd managed to change. So, there you were, in your scrubs and lab coat, walking in on him fresh from a shower, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

It had been an awkward encounter, to say the least.

Trapper was not a big guy. Sure, he had broad shoulders and was decently strong, but his height was on the shorter side, and his muscles were more toned than they were bulky. He was handsome in his own way, and that was one thing you'd always liked. He didn't look like a bodybuilder or some sort of model. He looked like a normal man.

But the moment you saw him standing there, dripping wet and looking a bit shocked, it was like a switch flipped. Your knees felt weak, and the butterflies that had made their homes in your stomach started flapping their wings, making you feel all flustered and a bit embarrassed.

It made it worse when you realized he had his Walkman hanging around his neck. Dude couldn’t even make it a day without his favorite tunes.

And the fact that you had his favorite record clutched in your arms wasn’t helping.

You were the first to speak.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to barge in like this; I was just-."

He cut you off.

"Ah, yeah, forgot to call, didn't I? Water got shut off this morning, thought I'd shower here." He looked around. "Sorry 'bout the mess. Didn't know you were coming by today."

The towel was slipping. You could see his hip bones. You tried to look away, but you couldn't help it. He had such a nice body, and you'd never even noticed it until then.

You shook your head.

"It's fine. I, um, was just looking for one of your records; I didn't mean to."

He raised his hands.

“Settle down, sweetheart, don't get yourself worked up. No harm done."

It was only then that he seemed to realize what was happening. His eyes widened slightly.

"Oh. Sorry, I can just..."

"No, no, it's fine. Go ahead."

It was then that he noticed the album you had clutched to your chest. A smile spread across his face, and he gave you a knowing look.

"Fleetwood Mac… again? How many times is this now? Four?"

You flushed.

"I told you, they're my favorite."

He smiled and shook his head.

"You're lucky I don’t mind sharing. Come on, let's see which one it is."

As he took the album from you, his hand brushed yours, and you couldn't help the jolt that went up your arm.

He didn't seem to notice, thankfully, and instead flipped open the case.

"Ah, Rumours. My personal favorite."

Your heart was racing. You could hear your blood in your ears, and all you could think about was how good he looked in a towel.

He looked up and met your gaze. His lips twitched upwards.

"Welp,” He closed the case and handed it back to you. “Go ahead. It's all yours."

He stepped past you and walked to his office, leaving a trail of water behind him. You stood there, unable to move, just staring after him, the record still held tight to your chest.

"Hey, Traps?" You called.

He appeared in the doorway.

"Yeah?"

"What’re you listening to?"

He grinned and held up his Walkman.

“Toto. I was feeling a bit… nostalgic."

You couldn't help the laugh that came from your lips.

"Of course you are."

His grin was contagious, and he disappeared back into his office, leaving you standing there, feeling like a teenage girl with her first crush. Except the crush didn’t stay a crush for long.

You forget what happened initially, but one minute, you were holding the record out in the hallway; the next minute, you were on the couch in his office, the record discarded on the floor, and his lips were on yours.

You weren’t really sure who had kissed who first, but you had been surprised at his actions, and he had pulled away quickly.

The break was short-lived, and the next thing you knew, you were both making out, his freshly picked out plaid pullover discarded somewhere, and your hands buried in his hair, tugging at the ashy blonde locks as he peppered kisses all along your neck.

His skin was soft, and you could tell he put lotion on. His hair smelled like the shampoo he used, and his breath smelled like coffee and mint.

He had a bit of scruff on his cheeks, and you could feel the hairs brush against your skin. Ticklish, but in a good way.

He had strong hands, and they were running along your sides, pulling your hips against his, and the pressure was enough to make you moan into his mouth.

Nothing further had happened that day. It was his workplace, after all. It's one of the things he actually took seriously. But that didn’t stop you two from doing things in his office on the weekends.

Like now, for instance.

He had you pressed up against the door, his mouth working along your jaw and down your neck, his hands running over your back.

Your head was swimming. You couldn’t think straight. The only thing you could process was him: his touch, his smell, his voice.

You felt him push a leg between yours, and you ground yourself against him.

The groan that rumbled in his chest had you shivering, and you reached for him, fingers grabbing for purchase on his shirt.

He was a sight to behold. Hair mussed from your fingers, lips red and swollen, eyes darkened by lust.

His Walkman was never too far, and as his lips moved back up to meet yours, his hands were fiddling with the buttons. Honestly, it was a miracle he could still find the music while being preoccupied.

The sounds of the first few notes of the song had you smiling.

He pulled away and grinned, eyes sparkling with amusement.

"A fan of this one?"

You didn't answer.

Instead, you took his hand and twirled him, pulling him against you, chests pressed together.

His laughter rang in your ears, and the next thing you knew, you were swaying back and forth, cheek resting against his chest, his chin resting atop your head.

For a little while, you forgot about everything: no work, no big apes or lizards, no giant monsters or crazy scientists.

There was no need for them. Not now.

You were trapped in his arms, and you had no plans of breaking free.

[certifiedghostfacelover]

DBD Killers as Partners

{Includes: Trapper, Huntress}

I hope you all enjoy! <3

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The Trapper - Evan Macmillian

Oh boy, where to even start with this guy?

He’s a bit... complicated. Being in the Entity’s realm and experiencing torture quite frequently does that to you.

Being in a relationship was something he never really thought about, even before he was taken. It was the furthest thing in his mind.

And then you came along. And well... He started thinking about you a lot... Like... A lot.

Honestly you probably knew. He makes it super obvious in trials. 

You’re gonna have to be the one to pursue anything though, and even then, it’s really tough. It’d take a while to even become friends, especially lovers. S/o is going to have to be really patient.

Opening up is really hard for him. It’s not that he hates the idea of being like that, it’s just he THINKS he can’t be like that. His father called him weak pretty much his whole life for experiencing emotions like that, and you two being on two different sides doesn’t really help either

After awhile of being cold and distant, he warms up, but only to you. Don’t expect him to buddy up with other survivors or killers.

He’d like it if you took the lead once you get in a relationship. Man does not know a single thing about dating.

His main way of displaying affection for you in acts of service. He also does a lot of little things for you, even when you don’t notice.

He’s not fond of PDA and he sucks at actually talking to you about his love for you. He’ll still try his best to return your affections if you are touchy person or a sweet talker, but don’t expect anything crazy.

Slightly controversial take, but honestly he’d probably be one of the few killers to spare you in trial if he felt such a way for you. He’s gone against the Entity multiple times in the past, and even if he has to ensure torture from it, he’d be willing to take it for you. 

Will also help you out of his beartraps if you’re in trials together. He honestly feels bad about it and doesn’t know how to express it well other than a quiet apology and doing some things for you.

He’s just real tough to crack, but he’s a big softie for you in the end, even if you don’t know.

The Huntress - Anna

Unlike Evan, Anna is super warm to you and makes an effort to show it. 

 She was instantly smitten with you when you two met. No one in the realm understood that, not even Anna. There was just something about you that was so endearing...

Honestly, her first thought would be to kidnap you or something. But for obvious reasons, she couldn’t quite do that... 

So, she tried to win your affections without having to take you. You’d obviously be aware she was so taken with you, so you instantly knew who was leaving you gifts. It ranges from stuff she made (like wood carvings) to random dead flowers she found.

When you two do decide to be in a relationship, she is super affectionate and loving towards you. She’ll try to tell you how much she loves you with the little English she knows, but if she can’t, she’ll make sure you know.

She’s affectionate in front of anyone and everyone in the realm. She might be a bit offended at first if you expressed it didn’t like PDA but would quickly understand. 

Oh, definitely sings and hums for you. She’d be honored if you learned a song to sing with her, even if you couldn’t sing. 

 She probably gets jealous pretty easily. She sees you as hers, and just hers. She gets possessive of you, even to the Entity.

She probably went against the Entity in the beginning when it came to hurting you, but it sort of forced her hand when it showed just how much stronger it was. So... Sorry S/o :(

She really doesn’t want too though. So... She’ll go super easy on you. Oh... Did she miss you? That was totally not on purpose!

And when she does have to sacrifice you, she’ll make it up to you in any way she can. You can literally ask for anything and she’d probably do it.

Super sweet lady to you... Just a bit deadly to others <3

[inklore]

dan stevens hoes wake up somethings coming 🤭

[fandom-go-round]

Can you do nsfw scenarios or head cannons where a survivor reader accidentally ends up in provocative positions with Trapper, Michael, Nemesis and Pinhead?

Alternate Title: The Entity Really Needs to Clean Up in Here

Warnings: Implied Sexual Situations, Implied Sex, Sexual Tension, Teasing, Provocative Language and Situations, Awkward Situations, Embarrassment, Canon Typical Violence, Talk of Death and Hooking

The Trapper:

You want this trial to be over with already. You know that Trapper is on his way and you wish he would get here sooner. Actually, that’s a lie because the situation you’re in is bad enough without him seeing how you look. Your leg had gotten stuck in a trap and you had flailed, slamming into one of the scarecrows in the cornfield. Now you and your new ‘friend’ where both half on the pole, looking rather suggestive.

You close your eyes as your heartbeat gets faster, refusing to look at Evan has he rounds the corner. You feel him hesitate, taking in your situation before he lets out a snort. Your leg is throbbing but you would have gladly been on a hook by now instead of listening to the laughter.

Trapper doesn’t say a word, taking the scarecrow sprawled on top of you and tossing it to the side. He looms over you, taking you in. You can feel your face heating up but ignore it, scowling at him. He lets out another deep chuckle, reaching down and freeing your leg. You don’t protest as he slings you over his shoulder, happy to let this end. You do yelp when he pinches your thigh, ignoring his rumbling.

Michael Myers:

The cop cars in Haddonfield are perfect for sliding across. Usually. This trail, something had gone wrong and your graceful slide had turned into a sprawl. It was like you hit an invisible barrier; one minute you’re running from the Shape and the next you feel like you’ve gotten hit on the head, spread out on the windshield.

 Clearly Michael hadn’t been expecting it either, knife half raised in the air as he looked at you. Your head was still ringing and you groaned, opening your eyes to figure out what had hit you. Surprisingly, you couldn’t see any physical object and that’s when you realized how you looked.

Arms thrown above you and legs wide open, you were completely laid open for Michael to take in. You froze, eyes wide as you looked into the eyes of the mask staring back at you. Neither of you moved, some sort of tension in the air. He didn’t say anything as the knife slammed between your legs, sinking into the hood of the car right by your crotch. You let out a yell, throwing yourself up the top of the car and rolling off the back. There was a less than graceful stumble before you were sprinting back towards the houses. Michael watched you go for a moment before following after you. He was determined to hook you this time, even if you ended up under him again.

Nemesis:

You wanted to scream. The damn boat you were running through had collapsed, leaving you dangling from the top floor. You wanted to scold the Entity for not keeping up maintenance but that doesn’t really matter when you can hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears.

Nemesis doesn’t see you. You have no idea how but suddenly something is buried in your ass and you’re yelping at the top of your lungs. You hear a sound that’s almost like a gasp below you and then steps back, your face getting hot with embarrassment. You can tell that Nemesis doesn’t know what to do either, an odd silence filling the air.

Eventually he must take pity on you, hands moving up your legs before getting to your waist. There’s no warning before he’s yanking you through the floor, splinters and dirt getting all over you. You fully expect him to knock you down but instead he just gestures off to into the distance, letting you go. You don’t question it, taking off and not looking back. If he has a habit of staring at your ass now, neither of you comment on it.

Pinhead:

This had not been part of the plan. Not at all. You had planed on diving between the bars inside of the barn, ignoring the pigs hooked up around you. What you hadn’t expected was to get stuck, one of the chains hooked around your ankle and keeping you half in the bars and half suspended. Pinhead froze behind you, taking in the scene before letting out a laugh.

Your struggled to break free, wondering what he was going to do as he made his way over. You could only half see his body, torse twisted to face the door. You could recognize the grin on his face though and knew you were probably in for a bad time. It took you a second to realize that he wasn’t the one who had gotten you and it took a round of swinging before you saw the chain and the ceiling.

He has a hard time deciding what to do with you. On one hand he’s here to sacrifice to the Entity, on another it’s been so long since he’s been able to play… Pinhead walks over to you and gives you an ultimatum; he’s going to go hunt the others down and then come back for you. You have until then to escape. If you’re still here, he’s going to use you as he sees fit. He enjoys the look of panic and surprise on your face before walking off. No matter your choice he’ll have a good time; he does hope you choose to stay though.

[mr-bas00nist]

So i kinda have a idea of male survivor who is a top, but is captured by the trapper or oni(trapper being a bottom or oni a power bottom) in the basement to have some fun with that survivor who evaded them for a long time

Ooo great idea! I think I’m gonna role with Trapper because I love sub Evan❤️ medium length fic because I didn’t wanna drag it on lol

Cw- Cockstepping, Degradation and edging

Trapper certainly wasn’t the strongest killer he knew that but there was one survivor specifically who always managed to make his blood boil and that was you. Your stupid tricks, rude words, cocky demeanor and just everything about you made him even angrier at survivors than he should’ve been.

He was in a chase with you chasing you as fast as he could while the survivors did all the gens. You laugh at him when the final gen pops. Than his speed kicks up, fuck. NOED. He swings his cleaver landing it right on your back making you fall over. Of course you were right next to the basement. “You talentless fucker.” You seethe as he picks you up quickly getting you to the basement hook.

he stands right infront of you and you can feel the anger leaving his body. You grimace at the wet blood dripping down your shirt. You glare at him smirking as you get an idea. You hook your legs around his shoulder using him to launch off the hook. His eyes go wide as you knock him over.

You step on his hand with your shoe stopping him from getting up or moving. You look at him with a disgust as you tilt your head. You than smirked at him. You begin stepping on every inch of his body with the heel of your shoe. Stepping on his chest, his arms and making your way down.

You laugh as you kick his crotch expecting a cry of pain not one of pleasure. You pause for moment eyes going wide at Evans moan. You look at him with a glare that curves into a smile. “Well isn’t this just a treat?” You put the head of your shoe right agaisnt his tip and begin moving your foot up and down making him groan.

What a fucking whore! you thought. You begin picking up speed on his abused cock making sure it’s red and swollen by the time your done. He was certainly enjoying your attention. The occasional kicks you’d give and hard stepping had him sobbing with joy and pleasure. It was to good!

You began picking up your pace than slowing down to tease him. It made him cry out and his eyes roll back. He begin gets that familiar feeling in his gut meeting your thrusts quickly. You angle your foot just right on his dick getting him just at the edge, than you stop.

He looks at you wide eyed with a desperate look that you can see even with his mask and the dim light of the basement. You smirk putting your foot down. “Sorry seems like I have to go, wouldn’t wanna keep my team waiting now would I?” He glares at you as you tauntingly wave at the man on the floor

[cuntypyramidhead]

Yandere!Trapper x reader who self harms

Note: Aware it's not cannon, just for comfort

Also mostly written in 2022, so it's awful. I added new parts to it and attempted to make it better. This was again made for my own comfort so don't be a dick.

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After taking you into his "care" He finds out quite quickly. He understands the signs, after all, he's done it himself. The stress his father put him through daily caused him to break. And whenever that did occur, he resulted in self-destructive behaviours.

Evan never had anyone to talk to who would understand. All the workers were underpaid and believed he was apart of the problem. Evan attempted to explain the problems to his father, although he would never listen regardless of how many times he pointed out the flaws of the business, and how it was literally killing the people. He even saw his own mother murdered in front of him, by the man which was his father. He was all alone, trying to find a way to cope with the intense pressure to become like his father and take over the business.

Once the stress consumed him, he lashed out and attacked his father, watching as the man bled out with satisfaction. Seeing you, someone who could relate to him, it made him feel understood. Even though he knew he wasn't mean to see them, especially in such circumstances. It made him soft and feel comforted... and in a way he hated it. Evan either discovered it while kidnapping you, or one time while chasing you around during a trial. Either way, he would do whatever he can to make sure you're safe. Evan wouldn't become obsessed over you just because you've hurt yourself, but it would definitely cause a soft spot to form as he can relate to you.

If Evan discovered that you self harm after you've been taken, he would keep everything sharp away from you. If you had any fresh wounds, he would make sure to clean and bandage them. You wouldn't be allowed to do anything on your own, he would always have to be there. Evan would be gentle and affectionate, doing what he can to make you happy, to try and comfort you and help you mentally with what your struggling with.

Since he can relate to what you're going through, he'll do his best to not be too controlling, and make his "home" as comfortable as it could be. Evan can't do too much since he's under the entity's control, but he'll still do his best and try to bargain with it. He hated the work he had to do so the entity wouldn't torture him once more, so often you would see him with his own new wounds, however they healed within the hour. Evan did try and hide it, but sometimes they would be visible.

If you were empathetic towards him, and didn't despise him for what he's done, he'd be the kindest man he could be. Although at times he got frustrated and yelled, he'd always apologise within the hour. Even if you tried to escape, he'd never lay a hand on you. He'd try and take you back without hurting you, but he could be rough since he doesn't want you to leave him... The one person who understood him.

If you were to eventually accept your new life, he'd be the most affectionate man. He's been through hell, seen hell in its truest form... All he wants is some sort of happiness in his life. Evan genuinely believes you'll love him one day, that you're just getting over the shock of being in the entities realm, and now taken by one of the creatures of which is meant to hurt you. But he never will. He never wanted to do this. You're the only thing he looks forward to, he doesn't want to lose the last pieces of his sanity.

[tainted-in-a-sense]

I love you

Saying I love you for the first time

Tags: Nsfw, +18, trapper x reader, Ghostface x reader, trickster x reader

The Trapper - Evan

Keeps you on the edge until tears stain your cheeks and your begging for him not to stop becomes incoherent babbling. In between each slow thrust he's groaning praises and encouraging you to hold on just a bit longer as he presses soft kisses into your warm skin.

"You take all of me so well, you're so perfect sweetheart. I want you to cum with me. Do it, take all of my cock and cum with me!"

His pace quickly becomes brutal, the rhythm lost as your tightening warmth milks him to the end. You follow along as he holds you close while filling you up. He can barely hear you say it, it was just a whisper as you settle down from your euphoric high and fall asleep in his arms. "I love you Evan."

Says "I love you too...y/n." when he knows you're fully asleep. He's not ready for you to hear it or for mutual feelings to be confirmed aloud together. Please wait for him he's just afraid the entity may take away his only respite in this realm

The Ghostface - Danny

Feels all mushy inside but keeps drilling into you like he didnt hear it over the sound of skin slapping. He'll be smug and absolutely not say it back just so he can tease you if you whine or cry about his silence. Now that he knows his feelings for you aren't unrequited he'll be insufferable...after all, you probably love him for his personality, right?

Will have you bent over while he eats you from behind. His tongue working in long deep strokes for hours now in between your quivering legs. You're finally close to an orgasm when he pulls away suddenly and cold air graces you unwelcomed. You're already starting to protest but when you turn around and see a less than innocent smile and gleeful eyes leering back at you you sigh exasperated. Of course he's up to something.

"Hey, say that shit you said the other day after I made you cum about, what...four times was it?"

Gives your ass a slap every time you say anything other than what he wants to hear. Depending on how stubborn you are you could be there all day getting your bottom slapped; he doesn't mind this since it makes him so hard to see your cheeks jiggling with your body jerking at the contact.

"Say it Y/N! Fucking say it"

When you finally give in and say it he'll abruptly force his full length deep into your soaked core and plow your already tired body into the ground. He's groaning as he reaches his end quickly with a few short pumps and you unexpectedly cum with him while moaning "I love you Danny!" over and over like a prayer. Will show no mercy and pull out to devour you like a starved man until you come again. He wont stop until you're over stimulated and full of his cum. After a minute or so he'll start stroking himself over your barely rested body getting hard again while you whimper under him pleading for a break

"But why? Don't you love me y/n."

Trickster - Ji-Woon Hak

He loved the way you looked at him, especially when you'd screamed after spotting him.

Only with you it seemed he'd aim his onslaught of blades specifically at your legs, you let out the most beautiful screams and gasps when he cut you down and ran his hands along your thighs while jerking out each knife, something he never did for the others.

You didn't understand what he was saying and he could barely understand you but that didn't stop the awkward air that appeared whenever you were a bit too close to one another.

There was clearly (a one-sided) chemistry brewing, especially when he'd throw you to the ground and pin your wrists together while straddling your torso. You would stare into each others eyes as he pressed a blade to your throat and rambled on in a language you didn't understand.

His face would go through a range of emotions from confusion and anger to sympathy(perhaps?) as he caressed your cheek.

It didn't matter though, it always ended with you screaming at the top of your lungs as he hooked you, if you were lucky.

Sometimes after downing you he'd hum pleasantly and kick your bloody body over onto your stomach. After shredding open the back of your shirt he'd begin his sick ritual of carving into your skin while you cried and screamed until the trail ended or you bled out.

Only once you got away in the middle of a carving session, hiding behind a finished generator whimpering as Yun-Jin tried her hardest to patch up the jagged and bloody "I love you" Korean characters carved into your skin. She still doesn't know how to tell you and would pity you if her own survival didn't come first, you make such good bait for your lover boy.

[theres-a-body-here]

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

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

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

The Trapper - Evan MacMillan

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

Out of nowhere, a voice calls out

"E...van?"

He stops working immediately

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

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

Evan sighs rubbing his temples

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

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

"Evan"

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

The stomps outside, confused and a bit worried

"(Y/N)?"

He hears no response

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

Suddenly, the smell of rotting flesh and wet copper

Something was wrong

Evan notices that even the crows have stopped making sounds

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

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

The Unknown was hiding, waiting for him to see it

It attacks Evan before he can react

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

The Knight - Tarhos Kovács

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

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

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

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

But he was way too panicked to think

To him, you were in danger

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

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

He's absolutely distraught

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

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

Before he knew it, Tarhos was worn out and exhausted

It seemed that was the thing The Unknown was waiting for

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

A tendril of flesh stabs into Tarhos's thigh

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

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

It spoke in your voice, as if mocking Tarhos

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Durkos and Sander rush forward as well to kill the creature

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

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

The Blight - Talbot Grimes

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

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

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

Talbot knows you

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

This was something attempting to mimic that

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

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

The voice speaks again

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

It seems to be repeating something its heard previously

Were you in a trial with whatever it was?

It also seems to be getting better at mimicking you

Talbot hurries his steps to find the source of the voice

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

Talbot isn't afraid, he's downright furious

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

Why else would it know how you sound like?

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

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

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

Experimentation could wait

He needed to find you

The real you

[hiraethhh-h]

evan (the trapper) with a short gn!s/o who randomly hugs him and says “i love you” (Scenario)

Anonymous asked: This might be corny, but- The Trapper randomly being hugged by his S/O and them barely reaching his chest. They look up at him with a smile (chin resting on his abdomen) and tell him "I love you" 👉🏻👈🏻 Please and thank you! 💕

(going off this height chart)

you found yourself walking through the thick wall of fog, uncaring as the vapor consumed you and shrouded you in darkness. you knew where you were going and where you would end up. your feet carried you onward toward the brick building in the distance. dead leaves, dirt, and dead grass crunched beneath your shoes, the faint sound of metal groaning reaching your ears.

you gave a silent thanks to the fog, not knowing what you would’ve done had you ended up in another killer’s realm. upon getting closer to the building, you saw a faint light coming from the inside between a boarded up window. all that was left was to hope that evan was around. you passed through the open doorway on the side of the building, the wooden floorboards creaking beneath your feet. well, so much for the element of surprise. turning towards the stairs, you made your way up, gripping onto the railing.

before reaching the top, you stopped to peer over the floor, standing on your tippy-toes to do so. various traps hung up on the wall, some open, some closed. your eyes landed on a familiar hunched over figure seated at a table, a lamp lighting up the workbench before him. soft clinks and ticking came from evan, his arms moving ever so slightly as he worked away. your gaze softened at the sight, a small smile forming on your lips. fully stepping off of the stairs, you gave a soft, “evan?” to announce your presence to the killer. the last time you had tried to sneak up on evan, let’s just say you were nearly struck on the head out of instinct.

evan’s hands stilled, his chair scraping against the floor as he stood from his spot. he turned to walk towards you, but you met him halfway. you wrapped your arms around his waist, propping your chin on his abdomen to look up at him. evan looked down, the sharp-toothed maw of his mask meeting your stare. if you looked hard enough, you could see his the corner of lips upturned in a small smile. his arms snaked around your waist, his large warm hands resting on your lower back. you leaned into his touch, giving a content sigh. “i love you evs…” you muttered, pressing a soft kiss into the leather of his overalls. a deep chuckle came from your lover, the killer leaning down to press his face into the crown of your head. “i love you too…”

[justangryingeneral]

How we feel about a nice day out with Trapper or Wraith?

Give our classic boys some love. With lots of kisses.

I do be in love with all the classics

Warnings: none, just fluff here

Trapper: A date with Evan would consist of either the two of you going out or staying in. Evan prefers the latter, being able to bleep you safe in his arms as the two of you cuddle on his bed or read a book together. He would smother you in love in the privacy of his home. The trapper may come off as suffocating, but it’s only because he cannot contain his love for you!

On a date out Evan is a much more reserved person. Sticking to holding your hand and giving you a quick peck on the cheek. PDA can make him uncomfortable, so he makes up for it by showing you all the cool things he’s found. He takes you to a field of white flowers with a crystal clear brook running along the edges of it. He would rest his head on yours and just listen to the sound of running water and chatting with you for hours.

Wraith: This man would do everything in his power to make sure spending time with you goes PERFECTLY. Need a blanket? He already thought of that. Hungry? He made snacks. Philip tends to panic when things do not go to plan, so maybe think of a backup activity so he doesn’t get too stressed. He would love taking you for walks, although he would most likely end up carrying you when your legs get tired. Not that he minds! He gets to hold you close to him and you’re at perfect kissing height.

He’s an absolute simp for you. Will do anything you ask of him as long as he can get some affection in return. Loves just sitting and listening to music with you in his lap.

[happy74827]

So… I just watched Godzilla x Kong: New Empire and I just have two things to say {spoiler free}

-Kong and Zilla are so sibling coded

-Trapper.

…That’s all. Goodnight 🫡

[foxtailsnine]

Hooked on you : Dead by daylight

Trapper

I have no idea why I need to draw this guy. Lol

[deady-nightshade]

About this Blog: Dead by Daylight Edition

This is a rather dark blog. I will write about Killers and Survivors. This blog will NOT contain the following; necrophilia, incest, non-con, or minor/adult content. It WILL/MIGHT contain the following elements; kidnap, murder, blood, gore, morally grey readers, manipulative behaviors, victim mentality, torture, swearing, knives, guns, chainsaws, death, corpses, cannibalism (for writing pertaining to Leatherface), bugs (spiders included), nightmares, dub-con, human sacrifice to The Entity, etc... I will warn you of the story’s elements, like how I already do with my other works.

These are the Killers and Survivors that I feel comfortable writing for; the list will change as I become more comfortable/knowledgeable (please feel free to send requests for other characters — I will research them and get familiar with them). I will try to write the characters as close to the source material as possible, but I will add my own twists and head cannons — there will be some divergence from cannon (seeing how they will be reader inserts).

Also, feel free to send requests. When you do, please specify who you want (Killer or Survivor), the rating, Reader’s gender, and any other tidbits that you want me to include. For example, NSFW Scenario with Ghostface (Danny Johnson) becoming obsessed with F!Survivor who happens to be dating Leon. 

By default, this blog will be F!Reader inserts unless specifically requested. I have never written M x M, or F x F, but I will try my best.

Content Offered

HeadCanons (HC)

Blurbs (500 words or less.)

Scenarioas (word length ranges, but they will have a beginning, middle and an ending, with the possibility of becoming miniseries).

Content Guide (sexual content wise)

🔪 Knife: SFW

🩸 Blood: Soft NSFW (oral sex, fingering, masturbation, etc...)

💀 Skull: Hard NSFW (penetrative sex)

Killers

Ghostface (Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen)

Trapper (Evan MacMillan)

Pyramid Head

Pinhead (Hell Priest)

Wraith (Philip Ojomo)

Legion (Frank, Joey, Susie, and Julie) 

Trickster (Ji-Woon Hak)

Huntress (Anna)

Artist (Carmina Mora 

Blight (Talbot Grimes) 

Survivors 

Leon Scott Kennedy 

Jake Park

Quentin Smith 

David King 

Felix Richter

Meg Thomas

Mikaela Reid 

Kate Denson

Cheryl Mason

Ada Wong 

Feng Min

**I will not write for Michael Myers! I have too many family members named Michael, and using that name in any NSFW content gives me the heebie-jeebies. Nor will I write for Freddie Kruger.**