#trickster!reader

[kaivenom]

Dead by Daylight killers reacting to a survivor!reader that takes revenge on another survivor

Characters: the mastermind, the ghostface, the trickster, the executioner.

A/N: Picture that you are a survivor and other survivor leaves you alone so the killer murders you but you manage to escape and got to that survivor again, you finish their life and the killer saw you. And well, adding a new fandom cause i've been obsessed with this for a while, the dead by daylight killers will be on the slashers masterlist.

Masterlist

The mastermind

Looks at you on the distance.

In fact, he has been watching you since you unhanged yourself from the hook, that took strenght both mentally and phisically.

He notes every mistake you make but somehow he cares less that ussual cause he is excited to see and study where your anger would get you.

Once he sees you beating up to death the survivor that left you behind, he coudln't help but let out a small smirk.

He revealed his hidden spot when the person gave their last breath.

"Not bad, maybe you have the nerve to be the next killer of the Mist, but one error you should corerct, don't let your anger get you like that. You are forgiven since it is your first time but i can teach you... if you get out of here alive."

The ghostface

His having the time of his life.

You are the best entertainment his had in weeks, the way you are carrying an axe just makes him want to see your next step.

If he could have pop corn he would have it, there is a posibility that he would join too.

Someone with such nerve, pride and determination is someone that he has to met, probably while you are taking revenge he shows up and starts asking questions.

He surely has the nerve to flirt with you while the other one is still breathing.

"Hey... can i ask you when you will be free? To like take a coffee, go take a walk or even killing more people? if you survive this, obviously.

The trickster

Cheers you up ,no shame.

He was planning on killing you but once he heard that the sounds you can cause on another are better that the ones he could posibly get out of you, his plans changed.

He even gives you advice on how you can make the other person scream and cry more.

He is really excited about having another person he can talk to and try to teach his grotesque ways.

Laughs histerically during all the episode and gets the idea that you both formed some sort of alliance or team, even if you tried to move him away.

"This is amazing but if you put the knife near here, you could make them do a really high pitched sound that just armonizes with a Dm."

The executioner

The most razonable one.

Since he is a punishment entity himself, he would get mad at the situation of that survivor leaving you to die.

So, he goes to kill the person but you got there before him, that's new.

He thinks about going and splashing the other person in half but somehow, his mind understood for the first time the term "poetic justice".

He let you take your time, then he went and decapited the corpse, he still has to take a part on it.

You looked at him petrified and he just huffed and grunted.

[winxanity-ii]

could i request hermes headcanons with a male lover?

of course! sorry if not the best, just the concept of hermes taking one of apollos followers 😩

THAT BOY IS MINE

ship: hermes x male!apollo devotee!reader warnings: non-explicit word count: 861 a/n: my first male reader request hehhehe; i lowkey wanna make a full one-shot..

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Trickster god Hermes, who first noticed you during one of Apollo's grand performances, as you stood in the crowd, bright laughter escaping your lips.

He didn't think much of it until he saw how you looked at Apollo—admiration clear in your eyes—and suddenly, the idea of getting your attention and challenging your admiration for Apollo was too irresistible for him to pass up.

Trickster god Hermes, who slips beside you during festivals, the kind of presence that catches you off guard.

He'd grin, that troublemaker smile of his, leaning in to whisper something sly about Apollo's radiance. "You think he's the only god worthy of your gaze?" he'd murmur, his eyes glinting with mischief as your cheeks warmed under his gaze.

Trickster god Hermes, who made sure you couldn't ignore him.

At first, it was harmless jokes, a teasing smile from across the temple grounds, or a comment as he materialized at your side, seemingly out of nowhere. But soon, he was there more often, lingering in your shadow. He loved the way you stiffened when he appeared, as if he had found a crack in your composure—and he intended to widen it.

Trickster god Hermes, who brushed his fingers against yours when you were organizing offerings in Apollo's temple, just to see the way you startled, your eyes meeting his in confusion.

He grinned, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "How devoted you are makes me envious, little muse. Would you give the same amount of devotion to me?" His words held a challenge, and for a moment, you wondered if there was more than jest in his eyes.

Trickster god Hermes, who knew how to make life an adventure, began slipping into your routines with ease.

He whisked you away from your duties, convincing you to join him on escapades across hills, through rivers, and into places you were not supposed to go. He showed you joy beyond Apollo’s measured perfection—the kind found in laughter that left you breathless, in the thrill of racing the wind, in moments stolen away just for yourselves. He made the divine feel real, imperfect, and you couldn't help but love that.

Trickster god Hermes, who was unpredictable, daring, and somehow made you feel seen.

He didn't look at you as merely another worshipper. He looked at you as someone he wanted. It unsettled you, the way he lingered too close, the intensity of his gaze following you as if you were the only one that mattered in a room full of people.

Trickster god Hermes, who found you alone in a grove, your shoulders slumped in loneliness as Apollo was too busy for you.

Instead of his usual antics, Hermes simply sat beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. He didn't say anything—he was just there—and for once, his presence wasn’t meant to charm or impress; it was just... real. It was the first time you saw something other than playful mischief in his eyes—it was care, and it unraveled something inside you.

Trickster god Hermes, who watched you with a longing that was hard to ignore.

He'd catch you glancing at Apollo from a distance, and his jaw would tense, that smile dropping for a heartbeat before it returned, sharper. He'd then make his presence known—his fingers skimming your waist, or his lips brushing your ear as he whispered something that made your pulse quicken. You were never just a follower to him, and he needed you to understand that.

Trickster god Hermes, who, for all his confidence, had waited for you to come to him.

He bided his time and made sure you knew he was always there. He listened when you spoke, his gaze never leaving your face, as though everything you said was the most important thing in the world. It wasn't Apollo's grandness, but it was real—and you found yourself seeking out Hermes more and more, your heart pulling toward the trickster who seemed to understand you in ways others didn't.

Trickster god Hermes, who watched with a soft smile the day you gave in.

When you leaned in to kiss him, he wrapped his arms around you as you kissed him, his lips curving against yours, the playful grin giving way to something deeper. Hermes held you close, as if you were the greatest treasure he had ever stolen, and he had no intention of letting go.

Trickster god Hermes, who made no secret of your connection afterward.

He'd drape himself over you in the presence of Apollo, his arm snug around your waist, whispering something teasingly possessive just loud enough for the sun god to hear with a knowing grin, as if to say, "He's mine now." There was no malice in it, only pride—pride that he had managed to steal your heart and that you had given it willingly.

Trickster god Hermes, who stole your heart in the most unexpected way, not by charm alone but through his laughter, his warmth, and his genuine affection.

He saw you not as someone worshipping from the shadows but as someone deserving of the spotlight, deserving of a love that was wild and unrestrained, just like the wind.

[blessedbyahuntress]

Blessed by a Trickster

Chapter Four: The Scary Part? He's Tiny

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Warnings: None!

Word Count: 763

You stood at the helm of the ship, next to Eurylochus, who kept glancing at you when he thought you weren’t looking. He’s rather awful at judging that.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, turning to him.

“What?”

“You keep looking at me weirdly.”

Eurylochus hummed, debating whether or not to tell the truth. He settled with telling half of it.

He shrugged. “Nothing’s wrong.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t believe you in the slightest.”

Eurylochus was saved from having to try and stutter out an excuse by Polites, who sprinted up to you, barely acknowledging the second in command’s presence with a small nod as he turned to you.

Polites’s glasses kept slipping off his nose and he continued to adjust them as he spoke. “There’s an island- Ody thinks it might be- what the lotus eaters were- talking… about.”

You blinked. “Oh,” was all you said.

Polites raised his eyebrows. “Oh?” He demanded. “That’s the first thing you think to say?” You shrugged. “Pretty much, yeah.”

Eurylochus snorted in amusement and Polites narrowed his eyes mockingly at his friend.

Then the world seemed to move in slow motion. Eurylochus was speaking to you, but you couldn’t hear a word he was saying. You yourself seemed to move fine; you could shake out the stiffness in your arms and legs in normal time. You snapped your fingers in front of Polites’s face, but you didn’t get a reaction.

You heard laughter from above your head, and you looked upward.

“Reveal yourself,” you ordered.

“Hm… I don’t think I will.”

You smirked. “I meant, please reveal yourself, Lord Hermes.”

A handsome yet short man appeared before you. He had a mop of curly light brown hair and a black mask covering his eyes. The snakes that were curled around his staff flicked their tongues at you as the tiny wings on his sandals flapped. “How did you-” He looked down at himself in surprise and yelped. 

He gave you a reproachful look. “Please don’t do that again, little lady,” he said, shaking his caduceus at you.

You crossed your arms. “Hello, Lord Hermes. Please stop stalking me.”

Hermes giggled and glided around you, studying your stance and scars. “Now, now,” he chided. “You shouldn’t talk to a potential patron like that!”

You raised your eyebrows. “Patron?” You asked, unable to keep the skepticism from your voice.

“Oh, yes.” Hermes came to a stop in front of you, still hovering a few feet above the ground. “I’ve been watching you for quite some time, Y/N of Ithaca.”

“Yeah, I sort of got that part. Your voice in my head and all.”

Hermes laughed again. “Ooooh. Quick-thinker, too, I see.” The tips of his sandals skimmed the deck of the ship as he looked at you thoughtfully. “I think of myself as lucky to have reached you first, before any other god could offer to be your mentor.”

You blinked.

“Come on,” the god urged. “I’m sure Odysseus has told you of his own mentor, Athena? Shame she abandoned him.”

“I-I…” You couldn’t finish, your mind skimming through the possibilities of how this could end. “What could you offer? Why should I not wait for a different god or goddess like Ares or Artemis?”

“So glad you asked!” Hermes beamed. “I am the god of thieves. I will teach you how to steal more than objects in the heat of the moment. I will teach you how to detangle hidden meanings and important information from the most confusing of sentences.”

You tilted your head slightly. That skill sounded useful.

“I am the god of travelers,” he continued. “I can aid you in your journey home.”

“I am the god of speed. I can train you so hard, you’ll have more stamina than any man. You’ll be as fast as Achilles was.”

“I am the god of language, and I can teach you the skill of negotiating-”

“Let me sleep on it,” you interrupted.

“Oh.” Hermes gave you a sad smile. “You won’t be sleeping tonight.”

“What do you-”

Suddenly everything sped up, leaving you stumbling. Eurylochus grabbed your shoulders to steady you. You could feel Polites’s concerned gaze on your back as you grabbed Eurylochus’s forearms in an attempt to make the world stop spinning.

“Whoa,” Eurylochus said as you swayed slightly. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You opened your mouth to respond, only to slump forward.

“I forgot about how fragile mortals are,” Hermes giggled inside your head. “You might be having that sleep earlier than either of us expected.”

Then you blacked out.

[devoted-horror]

giving the new survivor hatch.

a/n: this is my first time writing for dbd in general, so!! i hope i do this game justice bc i play it every day lol

includes: the huntress, the trickster, the ghostface, the artist, the cannibal.

warnings: not proofread, typical dbd stuff like blood, mentions of murder, things like that, gn reader, love at first sight but only if u tilt ur head and squint really hard, inconsistent length, im going to be so delusional over jiwoon im sorry, i can't speak russian or korean so i just used a bunch of translators sorry if i got smth wrong, inaccurate behavior of dbd crows but relatively accurate behavior of irl crows i think, scream reference in danny's part bc i had to, reader injury in jiwoon and danny's parts, written over the course of a few months so sorry if the pacing is weird.

THE HUNTRESS

Anna has been in the fog long enough that every face of everyone she's ever killed has started to merge together into one. She doesn't know their names, and hardly ever reacts whenever she encounters a new survivor.

Mercy is not something she shows during trials. She is a hunter, and anyone who crosses her path, be it man or animal, is her prey. Nothing in the wild is merciful.

And you were nothing more than another person for her to hunt, prey for her to kill. And trust me, she was going to kill you.

Or, at least, she was.

And then you dropped a pallet on her. Now, normally, Anna would get very angry when this happens. Her prey is fighting back, and though it gives her a thrill, it's annoying. And for a brief moment, she did feel angry the moment the pallet hit her.

But then you were apologizing, a look of genuine guilt on your expression. You even asked if she was bleeding. Your survival instincts were lacking, clearly, but Anna found that to be... oddly endearing??

She felt a surge of protectiveness spark within her, something she had never felt during her time here. It was a familiar feeling, yet one so foreign at the same time.

But how could she not feel such a way when you were staring up at her, clearly scared that she was going to hurt you yet brave enough to stand in front of her and apologize for something that, by all means, you should have done.

Anna just stares you down for a long moment, having an internal struggle with herself on what she should do with you. Ultimately, her need to protect overruled her need to hunt, because after breaking the pallet between the two of you, she made a gesture for you to follow her.

And, not wanting to die, you did.

She took you to a shack, something you've heard other survivors refer to as the killer shack. The only reason you knew this is because you were told to stay away from it unless you wanted to get put in the basement.

She just pointed to one of the corners of the building, and looked over at you, "Оставайся здесь." And you didn't immediately understand her, though you were quick to pick up on what she was telling you. It seemed as if she wanted you to stay here.

Your safest bet on surviving was doing what she said, so you just nod and awkwardly place yourself in the corner she had been pointing at. She doesn't spare you another glance as she leaves you alone.

You're not sure how long you stayed there. You could hear the other survivors screams though, and you felt sick to your stomach at the sound of them being hooked and sacrificed to the Entity. They probably won't be too happy about this the next time you see them...

It was only when you were the last one standing that Anna came back to retrieve you. She found you exactly where she had left you, and even though you couldn't see her face due to the rabbit mask, she seemed rather pleased that you had actually listened to her.

If she had it her way, Anna would keep you by her side. Unfortunately, it doesn't work like that. The Entity would probably force the trial to end if you didn't either escape or die.

She begrudgingly brought you to hatch, the black mist pouring from it, silently promising safety if you jumped into it. You stared at it, confused about what it was, and that protectiveness she was feeling only seemed to grow stronger when you looked up at her for an explanation. The only explanation she offered was a slight gesture to you, and then the hatch.

"Иди, кролик." She says, lightly pushing you to the hatch and watching as you hesitantly decide to trust her, jumping into the hatch and leaving her alone as the fog comes and places her back in the Red Forest.

If she's lucky, she'll be in a trial with you again soon.

THE TRICKSTER

He'll immediately recognize you to be new. He prides himself in recognizing every survivor he's encountered, either by their face or by the sound of their screams. Mostly their screams.

And he certainly didn't recognize the scream he heard when one of his throwing knives ricocheted and hit you while he was chasing down another one of the newer survivors; Sable. It was a small, startled scream, nothing worth his attention, but it was new. That was enough to make this trial more exciting, and he found himself keeping his eyes peeled for you.

Which... was a lot easier than he expected it to be, because you just kept running right into him. Seriously. Did you not pay attention to your surroundings? Do you think he's a survivor?? Do you not see the bloodied fucking bat he's holding???

He's not sure if he's annoyed or amused by this. Partially both, to be honest. It's amusing to see you relax for a split second after bumping into him, not recognizing him to be the killer immediately. It's annoying because he'd like to hear you scream, please and thank you.

Jiwoon doesn't necessarily target you during the trial. To be honest, he's trying to weed out the other survivors before focusing his attention on you.

He wanted to take his time with you, to see what sounds he could pull out of you before the Entity forced the trial to end. Just the sound of you gasping whenever you bump into him has his mind racing.

This was honestly enough to keep him motivated throughout the entire trial, a certain bloodlust sparking in him. He relished the sound of everyone else's screams, but they weren't appealing to him right now.

He needed the other survivors out of the way. He needed you alone. And when he finally got rid of the last pesky survivor, the fun began.

And when he corners you in killer shack, he really didn't plan on being merciful. He wanted to hear you scream, and then he wanted to kill you, really. That was his plan.

The only way you'd get out of this alive is if you beg, honestly. And I mean beg. On your knees, crying, pleading, offering something in return for your survival. That sort of begging.

You were new and shiny in comparison to all of the other survivors, and maybe it's because he's a sadistic bastard, but he really does adore the sight of you on your knees, crying as he absently nicks your skin with one of his throwing knives.

This is where Jiwoon feels a bit torn, truth be told. He's never been a patient man, so he wants to get as many screams out of you as he can before the Entity forced the trial to end. But at the same time, he knew he'd see you again in a future trial, sooner or later.

It wouldn't hurt to prolong his time with you, would it?

The entire time he's pondering this, he's dragging the blade across your skin, relishing in the sweet sounds of your gasps and whimpers, and you stutter out a desperate 'please'.

Ultimately, Jiwoon decides to be nice, just this once. He'll mutter a quiet, "짜증나..." before hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you off.

You struggled, obviously, assuming he was ending your misery and taking you to a hook. He didn't really mind much, having an iron grasp on you that kept you from wiggling free.

He dropped you right next to the hatch once he found it, finding your small pained sound to be adorable as you look at your salvation with a confused expression. But before you can crawl into it and escape, he's grabbing you by the back of your shirt and pulling you back a bit.

For a moment, you think he's going to kill you, and you squeeze your eyes shut, expecting pain. But nothing comes. You feel him tuck something in your shirt, and he lightly pats your cheek, cooing a bit at your terror before he lets you go and leaves you alone.

And when you're back at the campfire, you find a photo of Jiwoon neatly folded and tucked into your shirt, signed with his autograph.

He'll have an encore the next time he sees you, and you can only hope you don't find yourself in a trial with him again any time soon.

THE GHOSTFACE

Would actually never give you hatch under normal circumstances. He's here to kill, so kill he shall. He treated you the same as any other survivor when he first saw you, though it wasn't until he was in chase with you that he realized how interesting you were.

For one, you were... surprisingly good at looping him?? For a newbie, he was rather impressed. That's not enough to get him to let you live, but it's definitely a start.

No, his interest is only truly piqued when you start quoting horror movies during chase.

Honestly, if he didn't know any better, he'd think you to be flirting with him. A person after his heart, truly.

It was only when he had you cornered that you really caught his attention. You weren't scared, and it intrigued him as much as it annoyed him.

He was just itching to dig his knife into you and take a photo of your lifeless corpse once he was finished. But even with your life at risk, you showed no fear.

Hell, you even mocked him.

"No, please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel."

Sure, you weren't the first survivor to mock him, and you certainly won't be the last, but he found you interesting.

Oh, he needed to kill you. He needed your photo in his collection, it would be his favorite.

But he thought it would be more fun to humor you. Danny was a patient man. This isn't the first time he's drawn out a kill.

You were honestly surprised that he had left you alone. You didn't think that would actually work, and you were... a bit concerned, actually. None of the other killers you had ended up in a trial with during your short time here has entertained you the way Danny has, and you're not sure if you should be scared or not.

And, much to your very hesitant relief, you didn't see him for the rest of the trial. You knew he was watching you though. Every once in a while, you just felt... you're not quite sure how to describe it, but it almost felt as if you were being hunted.

You'd see him from the corner of your eye though. Never for long, just quick flashes of his screaming mask. Honestly, you felt less scared when he was actively trying to murder you.

That's how the rest of the trial went for you, at least. Until eventually, you were the only one left standing. You may be new, but the other survivors had given you the rundown of what to do if you were the last one standing before the trial had started.

You had to find hatch. Which was... easier said than done, truthfully. Especially since you weren't sure where the fuck Danny was. There's no way he was letting you go, right? He's probably saving you for last, right?

Whenever you so much as caught a glimpse of something moving, you were scurrying in the other direction.

This is pretty much Danny's way of giving you hatch. There's no way he'd give it to you directly, not yet.

You had honestly thought you had found it all by yourself until you were fucking stabbed, the flash of a camera in your face blinding you.

Truth be told, Danny did plan on killing you. He had wanted to give you a false sense of hope. But your stupid little smile when you saw hatch got to him, okay? So he'll settle for this for now.

"You owe me."

And he doesn't even spare you a glance as he pushes you into the hatch's mist, his gaze intently focused on the photo of you he had just taken.

Unfortunately for you, you've caught his attention.

THE ARTIST

Carmina is one of the more merciful killers you may come across, so she'd be fairly likely to give a new survivor hatch depending on how the trial has gone and whether or not she's consumed by anger.

She only realizes that you're new to the fog when her crows surround you and you don't try shooing them away. When she finds you, you're actually... rather content having a murder of crows surrounding you.

Very very confused. She'll probably just stare at you for a hot second as you go about the trial without a single care for the crows swarming around you. Even the crows are confused.

You distract her long enough with your antics that a good chunk of the gens pop, and she had to force herself to leave you be in order to focus on hunting the other survivors.

She'll ignore you for the entire trial after she leaves you be. Her crows can keep watch for her.

So for the rest of the trial she's only vaguely aware of your location, occasionally stopping once in a while to determine whether or not her crows were still with you. They were.

Even the other survivors seemed confused by your behavior.

On the rare occasion that she bumped into you during the trial, it was always when another survivor was nearby trying to tell you how to get rid of the crows.

You never even tried to shoo away the crows throughout the entire trial, and at some point, they stopped swarming around you. They didn't go away, no. You, somehow, managed to tame Carmina's crows with little trinkets that you found littered across the place.

Honestly, the crows seemed to like you enough that even if Carmina told them to hurt you, they probably wouldn't listen to her. It's hard to believe that you were a new survivor with how calm you were about everything happening.

It's probably that calm nature, coupled with your ability to calm her crows, that solidified in her mind that you were the only one who would make it out alive.

And with a newfound determination, Carmina sacrificed the other three survivors with no issues, and she could hear hatch opening not too far away from her.

With the help of her crows, Carmina was able to easily bring you to hatch, and she could only tilt her head to the side and make a small, croaking sound as you smiled and thanked both her and her crows before jumping into the hatch.

This is one of the many moments Carmina laments no longer being able to create art. She'd love to immortalize the image of you smiling at her, surrounded by her crows.

THE CANNIBAL

Bubba is honestly torn when he spots you, because you look so afraid, cowering in fear at every little sound and struggling to repair a generator like the others had told you to. He understands your fear because it's something he's very familiar with.

And while he has a job to do, not wanting to disappoint the Entity, he can't help but find it hard to hurt you. No matter how hard it was, Bubba had no choice.

But when he approached you, you didn't run. Sure, you let out a startled shout, the generator blowing up in your face as you stared up at him like a scared animal, quietly begging him not to hurt you.

But you didn't run.

How could he hurt you when you weren't running from him? Everyone always ran. But not you. You weren't running from him, and he didn't know what to do about that.

Bubba's trouble was so very evident. He's always been an expressive person, so it wasn't hard to tell that this was stressing him out. His free hand kept clenching and unclenching his apron, and he kept making small noises in the back of his throat.

He doesn't want to disappoint the Entity, he doesn't. But he's not sure if he can hurt someone who's not running from him. You aren't running! He really likes that! The only people who never ran when he was around were his family!

The nail in the coffin is when you, even despite your fear, took a chance and set down the toolbox you were holding. You... you gave him a gift. Not one that he could use, but a gift nonetheless.

There was literally no way he could hurt you now the guilt would eat him alive. So, he just opts to leave you be to instead focus on the other survivors. He wouldn't feel guilty hurting them.

The entire trial, Bubba focuses all of his attention on getting rid of the other survivors. If he sees you, he gets all nervous and can't even look at you for long without babbling incoherently before scurrying away.

Some of the other survivors may pick up on Bubba's strange avoidment of you, and may even use that to their advantage by running by you in chase because Bubba just... he can't hurt you, I'm sorry.

He's swinging his chainsaw, and then suddenly Kate is running by you and he's coming to a full stop out of fear of accidentally hurting you.

It really stresses him out, and even though you're still scared of him, and even though he's supposed to be killing you, you can't help but feel bad. So whenever the other survivors got a little too close when Bubba was chasing them, you always made sure to stay out of his way.

It's okay to be a bad teammate because it's Bubba.

Jokes aside, Bubba takes his job as a killer very seriously. He may avoid hurting you, but he makes quick work of the other survivors.

And when hatch opened right next to Bubba after killing the third survivor, he took it as a sign from the Entity that he was meant to give it to you. Why else would it open next to him?

Bubba was ever the gentleman when he brought you to hatch, guiding you to it carefully and making sure you didn't trip on any debris littered across the area.

He even scared off a few judgmental crows! He knew how off-putting it was to have them watching you all the time, especially when you're new in the fog.

And when you quietly thank him, smiling at him as if he weren't a killer, Bubba was just over the moon.

It's been so long since he's had someone to protect. The fog is a scary place to be but he'll do his best to make it a happy place whenever you two are in a trial together.

Оставайся здесь. - Stay here. Иди, кролик. - Go, rabbit. 짜증나. - How annoying.

[d34dg1rl5]

Dbd hc drabble

Trickster

• He is so in love - with himself. But also with you. Which is crazy.

• Once you are dating this maniac there is no backing out of it.

• There are times when he sits you down on a log and he starts to sing some of his songs (choreo included). You should feel so honored - he literally is giving you a private concert!

• Trickster hates to be touched. At least at the beginning of your relationship. As time goes on he will let you touch him. At first slight hand holding, then quick hugs, longer hugs and after quite a while he will allow kisses.

• He loves kisses everywhere, but mostly on his chest/abs. He will feel like a king that is being worshipped (he seriously thinks of himself like a king sometimes).

• He loves to kiss you on your temple or the back of your hand - like a prince with his princess.

• During trials he usually spares you. Sometimes not.

Knight

• Tarhos is a special case - if you date him you date the whole crew.

• JK! But if you guys aren't alone you will ALWAYS be accompanied by the knights of the Compagna.

• Tarhos is SO protective of you. If someone steps even a little bit too close his hand is already on the shaft of his sword. You have to reassure him that everything is alright and that no one will hurt you.

• Tarhos will always spare you in trials - he thinks of you like a damsel in distress. He kills the dangerous people around you and you will be granted the hatch.

Frank (Legion)

• Frank is just an edgy, angsty teenager, he doesn't know any better. He will be so madly in love with you once you're together with him.

• He just wants to cuddle and be with you. He needs your warmth and loves when you are the big spoon. He barely got any love throughout his life.

• If someone hurt you Frank is going absolutely feral. Who did it? Where are they? He will fucking gut them like a fish!!

• Don't be mad with him, he is trying his best for you. :(

• This boy will always give you the hatch - if he hurts you it's by accident!

Danny Johnson (Ghostface)

• This mf.

• He is in love with you. Unhealthy.

• He makes pictures of you whenever he can, you won't even notice him! He keeps his favorites in his pocket, he has to keep you close to him for good luck!

• During the trial he loves to stalk you and then tackle you in a hug. He only will let you go if you give him a kiss.

• Remove his mask? Negativ. (If you got this reference i love you). He will remove it eventually. But for that you have to earn his deepest trust and show him that it's okay.

• He is so pretty. I picture him having brown curly hair, brown eyes, a slight stubble on his chin and a scar on his lip which he got from a fight with a victim (He is proud of that scar, he loves victims who fight back).

• He just loves to quickly move his mask over his mouth and then kiss you on your face.

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[l0sercat]

hii, i was wondering if u could do like scenarios of a fem survivor having like major anxiety and they hide around corners alot, scared of the killer. kind of like a better version of dwight.

killers for it if possible: trickster, huntress, myers and wesker please :)

love ur stuff!!

Awww thank you bby! Im always happy to do requests I'm just a little burnt out lol! What I used to get done in less than an hour now takes me over an hour 😔

Fem!Survivor w/ anxiety x Killers

Trickster

He saw you run around corners and hiding everywhere and everytine you saw him you would panic and run

Which eventually always ends up with you accidentally running a lap around the map and end up running right into him

He always laughed at it and while you squealed and ran off he would call out teasingly

He loved to save you for last to make your anxiety worse, he loves how fast your heart beats

Huntress

She can hardly even get a glimpse of you before you start to run away, is she that scary?

I mean everyone is afraid of her, but you take it to an extreme

Micheal Myers

Doesn't pay you much mind, everyone is afraid of him, as they should be

But how you act does peak his interest, you don't cower and do your tasks, but you barely have your heart beating and you run away

Most likely would stalk you at the survivor camp, and see you act more friendly and happy

Wesker

Likes to mess with you more after seeing how you act, it makes him chuckle seeing you scramble away shrieking

Your hands tremble trying to do gen knowing Wesker is around and when he pops around the corner you nearly piss yourself

And Wesker takes pride in knowing that he strikes so much fear in you

[shelbgrey]

Gabriel Being your guardian angel and falling in love with you

Paring: Gabriel x Singer!Reader

Summary: the only thing gabe has ever tooken seriously is keeping you safe, but what he didn't expect is falling in love with you. -SMUT warning

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When he found out he didn't really care. Michael and Lucifer were desened to inhabit the Winchesters bodies and he got the boring job of being Bobby Singer's Nieces.

But it's the first and almost only thing he has ever taken seriously. He was the trickster after all and it was mostly deadly jokes to him, but when he saw you he immediately took the role of guardian angel seriously.

You didn't have an encounter intill years. You were an adult and a hunter. Your first case involving him, he was just known as the trickster. He left you untouched but screwed with Sam and Dean.

That pattern continued when with the mystery spot Fiasco. Gabe knew how much you cared for Dean so he didn't put you in the time loop with Sam.

He didn't bring Dean back till you asked.

During his TV land joke he purposely put you and the boys in shows you liked. Like Dr. Sex MD was based off Greys anatomy(a show you liked).

“it's him! It's Dr. Sexy” Dean said excided.

“McDreamy trumps Dr. Sexy” you said, rolling your eyes.

After you got out of TV land, you confronted him while he was in the holy fire.

“I'm always left untoched during your practical jokes, why is that?”

he just chuckled, crossing his arms. 'Dammit.' He thought, he couldnt get a rise out of you. It was time to see his more sincere side. “What? You dont think the big bad "Trickster" has a soft spot?”

His sarcasm to drop. He wanted you to know the real reason but was he supposed to be like "oh. I'm your angel. I dont like putting you in harms way when I can control it?"

“I don't know... Do you have a soft spot?”

For some reason you felt some kinda connection. You never looked into his eyes until this point, there was this feeling of safety you felt. Heck, looking back you never felt threatened by him. He was good at being your guardian angel.

“Not usually. But for you? Maybe a little” He just grinned and winked. He did have a soft spot for you and he felt a sense of overprotectiveness over you. he has to deal with you being in constant danger and being a hunter doesnt help.

“Why?” you looked down at the holy fire he was trapped on. “you ain't going anywhere any time soon... Might as well awnser”

“I'm your guardian angel, baby” he smirked, his his eye brows bouncing up and down like it was some big spectacle he just revealed.

“wow... I thought guardian angels was just bullshit”

He nodded, his normal goofy and sarcastic tone dropping to more sincere and gentle. He also hated that you picked up on the sarcasm quickly. “Yep. Most are. They are assigned randomly. But well, I was your guardian the second you were born... Now let me out- I dont like being in a holy fire” He teased, a smile creeping back on his face.

You chuckled sarcastically. “you think I'm just gonna let you out just like that? You're still the trickster”

“Pretty please?” He smirked and gave you an innocent look with wide puppy dog eyes. He knew he was playing dirty but hey, it's the only way he was getting out.

“Pretty please? Seriously?”

“Pretty. Please” He said the words slow and with exaggerated hand motions. He was pushing his luck now.

“If I do, you have to lay low for a while... No more tricks”

“For how long?” He groaned at the idea. He has been playing tricks on people for centuries. So he wasnt very keen to stop. But it was you. That's the only reason he would do it. Not that hes even admitted that to himself yet.

“Until I say so”

He groaned. “Fine. Fine”

You paid mercy on him and convinced the brothers to let him go. You also didn't speak to sam or Dean about him being your guardian angel.

After that he wouldn't leave you alone. It annoyed the hell out of the boys but you brushed it off.

“Gooooodd Morning miss. Y/n Singer. It's a beautiful day in Lawrence Kansas. The weather is gonna be sunny and dry. But better get ready because the forecast predicts a pesky Windego on the loose. I'm your host Gabriel the Trickster”

You groaned, rolling over on your stomach and hiding your head under your pillow to drown out the noises. This happened for weeks, he'd use his tricks to tap into your alarm and annoy you. Every morning.

“And now for music time! Because everyone loves moooousic!!” He spoke the last word, the music switched to Rick Astleys 'never gonna give you up'. Just another stupid prank to piss you off, because he was in denial about his growing feelings.

Guardian angels aren't supposed to fall in love with their person. It was just the rules.

Then again when did gabe ever follow the rules.

After yours and Dean's failed atempt at a relationship gabe flew in. It started off casual. You slept together once or twice but Never confermed anything.

Not wanting that in a relationship you told him how you felt. “everyday I'd wake up to your stupid music and your stupid voice. I feel in love deeper and deeper with you”

You kept it on the down low afraid of how the boys would react.

The boys didn't find out about you guys dating or the fact he was still alive until the boys walked in you guys fucking in the library in the bunker. They had gone on a hunt and you thought it was gonna be days before they came back, oh boy were you wrong. Gabe has no shame, he was balls deep inside you and had you seeing stars when the brothers walked back into the bunker because they forgot something.

“How long have you been alive!?” Sam asks, exasperated.

“How long have you been banging y/n?” Dean grumbles, with jealousy in his eyes.

The first time you watched him died hurt worse than any wound you got on the job. He lied there lifeless after saving you from Lucifer. The boys didn't know how to comfort you. It felt like part of you was missing.

He stayed 'dead' to keep you safe.

Then you found out Asmodeus had captured and torchored him, you were beyond furious. Gabe was beyond scared when he was in the bunker but he trusted you. It was your turn to protect him.

You were the one to convince him to take his grace and heal himself. “I need you gabe, I can't lose you again”

He took his grace then looked at you. “I love you...” that was the first time he ever said that.

He didn't leave your side after that and even helped you look after Jack who you took under your wing. He took the role of an uncle oddly seriously.

Then came your time in purgatory. You were determined to get jack back and Gabe wasn't gonna let you go alone. He loved you and by the laws of heaven he had no choice.

He never left your side during your time in purgatory. It angered Dean and Sam but Gabe could care less, you were his girl.

During that time Lucifer teased the both of you. It infuriated Gabe and he did his best to keep distance between the both of you. “lay one hand on her it'll be the last thing you ever do”

During the cold nights you lied awake next to gabe wrapped in his leather jacket.

When it was time for you to leave gabe didn't make it back. And he was gone for real this time. It took all Sam's power to pull you back as you screamed and cried his name. “Gabriel!”

While everyone celebrated their return home you stayed in your room in the bunker crying in his leather jacket he left with you.

The pockets of the jacket were filled with candy wrappers. you never took them out.

After he died your post hunt injuries hurt worse and they were more often. That proved gabe did his job well.

Dean nor Sam didn't know how to help you. He comforted you when you cried but Castile was the only one that willingly talked to you about it.

“he really did love you... In fact him being your guardian angel was the only thing he ever took seriously.”

NSFW headcanons:

He loves missionary, keeping eye contact while he fucks you. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.

If he's had a rough day, he either needs one of two things. A rough fuck or he needs to curl up beside you and rest his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

He's not very vocal during sex. He mostly moan or grunt, but he's never not praising you. If your giving him head or ridding him he's a complete moaning mess though.

He's a boob guy. He'll bury his face into your boobs as he pounds into you. He loves it when you start moaning and tugging at his hair, He honestly can’t get enough.

Cock warming and usually he's a little shit about, conveniently gets in the mood for it during move night with the Winchesters and Cas. Usually it's dark and you're both under a blanket together in the back in the Dean cave. “Gotta be still for me. Can you do that?” He murmured, making your pajama bottoms disappear with a quiet snap of his fingers. You'll have to bite your lip to keep quiet as he helps you sink down on his cock while he litters your neck with kisses.

It'll be hard to keep your mind off the feeling of his hard cock inside you and not the movie you were supposed to be watching. Don't even try to roll your hips, Gabriel will stop it immediately by giving your hips a warning squeeze. “the movie is almost over, just a little longer Sugar”

He always wraps your legs around his waist so he can go faster and harder,hitting your g-spot every thrust, keeping control of every movement.

He loves the feeling of you wrapped around his cock. It's like a vice, and loud moans escaping your lips is just icying on the cake.

He has a huge wing kink, the feeling of your fingers running through his feather or gripping them is a feeling he'll never get tired of. Sometimes he'll thrust into harder because he knows you first thing you'll grab to ground yourself is his wings.

 The way your small hands grip his feathers hard, especially at the base of his back will have him losimg all common sense.

He'll lift himself up on his knees with you still wrapped around him and pound into you. This new position helps him sink deeper as he jerks your hips down as his spring forward.

When his tongue enters your mouth, you didn’t even try to fight for dominance, you never have a problem with him taking the lead.

He'll lap at your clit with so much hunger, circling his tounge over your swollen bud until you're a moaning mess. When he thinks he's teased you enough he'll take it into his mouth, eating you out like a starving man until you're cumming hard on his tongue.

Gabe doesn't let you off easily either, He'll have his arm over your pelvic bone keeping you on the bed bed and overstimulating with his tongue till you're begging. “G-gabe...t-too much, P-please”

“I’m sorry, sugar. You’re too damn sweet” he sat up, his face slick from your release.

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Kinktober Day 28 - Yandere!Trickster!Hongjoong + Body Worship & Somnophilia

Anonymous Said: For Kinktober; Trickster Hongjoong with body praising and/or somnophilia ? I can't wait to see all the stories of october hehe 👀 have a nice day 🔅 A/n: Trickster!Hongjoong will always hold a special place in my heart. It just suits him so well omg, and as much as I tried not to make him yandere, you can definitely see some (a lot of) yandere tendencies coming through... I mean, it's trickster!joong we're talking about here. I can't not make him at least a little yandere... Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Possession, Monster Features, Lowkey Highkey Yandere Word Count: 2,811 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

The first few rays of the morning sun filter in through the windows, casting a warm glow around the room. Hongjoong props himself up behind you, head resting in his hand as he admires you laying before him. His fingers lightly trace over your arm, eyes studying every inch of your exposed skin.

For a brief moment, his gaze flashes a deep yellow. A pleased smile pulls at his lips, inhaling the scents of the room deeply. He can still smell his scent all over you, and yours all over him. Despite the thin blanket covering most of your body from sight, the memories from last night of your pure form swirl unforgivingly inside of his head.

Exhaling a light sigh through his nose, his lashes flutter in bliss. Leaning into you, Hongjoong rests his forehead against the back of your head, inhaling your scent eagerly. His whole body shudders, the fingers he had been using to trace over your arm slipping beneath the sheets and pushing them downwards.

Every inch of your skin that he exposes to the cool morning air, he admires. Greedily, his gaze trails over every dip and curve, hand soon returning to your body to trace over your side.

His eyes flash open, meeting his own dark gaze in the wide mirror across from the bed. From this angle, Hongjoong can see everything, and he has to stop himself from immediately waking you to observe the glorious sight that is your body, bare and exposed, before you.

Shifting slightly, he nuzzles his face affectionately into the side of your neck. Tender kisses are placed upon your skin, trailing down your shoulder as his hand rests on your hip. His thumb gently strokes over you in circles, inching himself closer so that his chest is pressed right up against your back.

A pleased hum escapes his throat.

Sliding his touch forwards, Hongjoong splays his hand over your stomach. An appreciative squeeze is given to your flesh, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches the path his fingers trace over your skin in the reflection of the mirror.

Carefully, he slips his opposite arm beneath you, wrapping you fully in his embrace and pulling you in closer. Luckily, you remain asleep for the time being, seemingly nuzzling happily into his embrace as you rest in his arms.

His touch is soft and slow, juxtaposed to the harsh and needy grip he had on your body last night. Now that he’s finally claimed you as his own, he doesn’t need to rush. He feels no need to. Right now, you both have all the time in the world. Hongjoong will always make sure of it. Yet, like always when it comes to you, he only wants more.

His lips continue to press tender kisses to your skin, nibbling lightly at your shoulder as the arm he had wrapped around your body shifts to cup your one breast in his hand. His fingers eagerly squeeze the flesh, a pleased hum escaping him. The feeling of you beneath his touch is unlike anything he’s ever experienced, and Hongjoong will kill to ensure that he always gets to indulge in his favourite pastimes. Pastimes that will only ever involve you.

Sucking lightly on your pulse, Hongjoong begins to roll your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Gently, he gives the pert bud a playful squeeze, moaning softly at the feel of you against his hands.

His hips lightly grind into your ass, pressing you in even closer against his chest.

The hand he has on your stomach slips lower, fingers dancing across the skin of your thighs. Slowly, carefully, his fingers dig into your flesh as he parts your legs, opening you up for him to fully admire.

Sliding his fingers back down your thigh, Hongjoong settles his touch over your bare cunt. The sight of his hand cupping you so tenderly over your mound, combined with the way you begin to arch into his touch while still unconscious makes his head spin. His cock twitches against your ass, pressing himself firmly against you as he drags a finger lightly through your folds.

A low moan escapes him, yellow eyes flashing in the mirror as he feels how wet you are. His gaze is hooded, arms tightening their hold over you as he parts your folds using two of his fingers. The way he can see your essence glistening in the morning sun has a pleased rumble shaking his chest.

Slowly, you begin to stir.

Slipping his fingers through your folds once more, Hongjoong takes his time teasing at your clit. Each drag of his touch spreads your juices over your cunt, making each movement against you that much easier. Your scent is driving him insane, and the fact that he can feel your cunt pulse against him has his hips jerking against your ass.

Finally, he brings his fingers up to properly circle over your clit.

A low, pleased hum escapes you, along with a sharp inhale. Your body arches in his hold, stretching lightly as you blink your eyes open and attempt to clear the sleep from them. Almost instantly, your gaze catches your image in the mirror, body fully on display as Hongjoong’s intense stare drinks in every inch of your exposed skin.

Dark eyes lock onto your own, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. Purposely, he pinches at your nipple, the fingers of his opposite hand slipping back down to your entrance. Without wasting another moment, he slides two deep inside of you.

The gasp you let out is music to his ears.

“Mornin’, Honey Bee,” His voice drawls out, low and sultry. “I would have waited, but you know I can never help myself with you. You’re just too damn sexy.”

A sharp nip is given to your ear, fangs teasing at your skin. The chuckle he lets out as you jolt slightly in his arms reverberates against your back, his nose soon tracing a line up your neck.

Languidly, he thrusts his fingers into you, massaging the tips against your inner walls. His thumb finds your clit, humming lowly as you gasp again in response.

“Feel good, Baby?” He coos, placing wet, open mouthed kisses against your pulse.

A moan slipping passed your lips has his own quirking upwards in the corners. His chest shakes with another pleased chuckle, shifting his one hand to your opposite breast to give it the same attention.

“See how beautiful you are?” He shifts forward, leaning over you slightly and pressing his cheek right up against your own. “Look how gorgeous you look with my fingers buried in your precious cunt.”

Turning his head, he places a tender kiss to your cheek.

Another moan escapes you, ending on a slight whine as his fingers find that sensitive spot inside of you. Your one thigh twitches, hips jerking against his hand as he smirks against your skin. Almost immediately, he increases the pressure of his thumb over your clit, fingers working at that special spot deep within you.

“Fuck- Hongjoong-” Lightly, you toss your head back, eyes fluttering in bliss. Your one hand slips upwards, tangling your fingers in his hair as you hold him to you. Eagerly, you place your opposite hand over his own on your breast, pressing his touch firmer against yourself and making him squeeze the flesh.

“My needy girl,” Hongjoong chuckles, grinding his hard cock against your ass. “Not even awake for five minutes and you’re already begging for me to make you come.”

“That’s cause you fuck me so well, Baby,” You coo, turning your head to gaze upon him with hooded eyes.

However, the moment those words leave your lips, Hongjoong pauses all movements over you. His body seems to tense, not even his chest rising and falling with breath. The way he turns to you, pressing his forehead against your own with such an intense look shining in his yellow eyes has your breath catching in your throat.

You swallow.

“I don’t ‘fuck' you, Honey Bee. I will never ‘fuck’ you.” His voice is low, a sort of tenderness that only you can evoke from him suddenly underlying every word. “I will only ever make love to you, for it is no less than you deserve. Every touch, no matter how rough or intense we get, is filled with nothing but my undying love and devotion for you. You will never be ‘just a fuck’ to me. You will always be mine. My Everything.”

Your breath catches in your throat at his tender words, clenching involuntarily around his fingers. Your heart flutters inside of your chest, eyes softening as you gaze up at him so lovingly. Another moan nearly parts your lips as he slips his fingers from your cunt, opting instead to hold onto you with both hands.

Carefully, you reach up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing tenderly against his skin. Taking a soft breath in, your lips tug upwards in a smile. “Make love to me, then, My Darling. I’m all yours.”

A wicked grin stretches across his features, eyes darkening as you find yourself suddenly on your back, pinned beneath him.

“With pleasure.”

The head of his cock teases at your folds, his sharp eyes still locked onto your own. Slowly, he begins pushing his hips forward, letting his cock slip against your cunt and coating himself in your juices. The tip bumps against your clit a few times, causing your breath to stutter as little jolts of pleasure flood your veins.

Wrapping your hands around his back, your nails bite into his skin. You attempt to pull him in closer to you, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he chuckles at your feeble actions, continuing to tease your cunt by dragging his cock through your folds.

“If I’d have known you’d get this desperate, I would have done this ages ago.” Tilting his head forward, he bumps his nose with your own.

“It’s not my fault I have an extremely sexy deity hovering over me right now.” You counter, brow quirking slightly. “You can’t blame me for wanting your cock buried deep inside of me instead of just teasing at my cunt.”

A low growl echoes around the room, and suddenly, Hongjoong buries himself deep within your cunt. The intrusion makes you gasp, hips jerking against his own as your nails scratch down his back.

Hongjoong’s eyes fall shut, a low groan escaping him. His cock twitches, the glorious sensation of your velvet walls wrapped around him taking his breath away. How he always seems to fit so perfectly within you only serves to make his chest swell with pride, nothing but a profound loving desire flooding his very being.

“Feel good, Baby?” You repeat his words from earlier, a teasing quirk to your lips.

“Like fucking paradise, Honey Bee.” He growls out, eyes flashing open to meet your own. “Taking me so well every fucking time… Like you were made for me.”

A content hum escapes you, one of your hands coming up to begin threading your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. 

“Maybe I was.” Keeping your tone low, you dart your tongue out over your lips. “Or maybe you were made for me.”

A snarl of agreement tears from his throat, hands tightening over your body. “Fuck- I love you.”

Without wasting another moment, Hongjoong begins a brutal pace. His hips snap into your own, eyes locked solely on yours as he holds you close. His teeth are bared in a snarl, fangs glinting beneath the light of the morning sun as his claws suddenly prick into the skin of your hips.

The unexpected intensity of his movements has your lips parting, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You arch into his touch, tightening your arms around him as your nails claw at his back. Nothing but high pitched whines escape you, along with whimpers of his name. A moment later, and you’re wrapping your legs around his waist, needing to feel all of him against all of you.

“Fucking glorious,” He rasps out, voice gravelly and almost demonic. “Could spend the rest of time buried in this tight little cunt. So fucking warm and soft… All just for me.”

You keen into him, a desperate cry of his name falling from your lips. The moment he slips his hand between your bodies, thumb finding your clit, you shudder.

“Can’t wait to fill you with my endless love today, and the next, and the next…” Burying his face into the side of your neck, he nips at your pulse. “Never gonna let you forget who you belong to, and who belongs to you.”

“Hongjoong-“ A choked gasp of his name escapes you, devolving into a moan as the head of his cock hits that special spot deep within you.

Adjusting his hips slightly, Hongjoong ensures to hit that spot every time he buries himself inside of you. His thumb presses against your clit, desperately drawing circles over that sensitive little bud and practically demanding you fall apart for him.

“Gonna spend all morning making love to My Honey Bee,” A particularly harsh bite is given directly over your pulse. “Can’t keep my hands off her… So fucking pretty withering beneath me… Come on, Love, let me hear you scream.”

As if you’re body is set to obey his every command, you do.

A guttural scream tears from your throat, head tossing back onto the pillows as your orgasm crashes into you. The feeling is so sudden and intense that your vision goes white despite your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You can feel yourself squeezing around him, release flooding out of you and over your thighs as your whole body shakes. Harshly, your nails cut lines down his back, arching into his touch so that your chest is pressed right up against his own.

The moment he feels you coming around him, Hongjoong loses it. Black veins crackle out from the edges of his irises, eyes glowing bright yellow. His hips stutter, thumb pressing right up against your clit as he bursts deep inside of you. Every pulse of your delicate walls around him draws another moan from his lips, face buried in the side of your neck. His one arm has long since slipped around your waist, holding you flush against him as spurt after spurt of hot come escapes him.

Through the blissful haze clouding your mind you realize that the low rumbling you hear filling the room is actually Hongjoong growling your name in his hunting voice. A fact of which that only adds to the overwhelming pleasure that you’re already feeling.

A shiver caresses your spine, and you involuntarily clench around him. The way he twitches inside of you in response, make a faint smile tug at your lips. Each breath you take is heavy, hands still clinging to him for dear life. Yet, internally, you feel light. A giddy sort of happiness spreads through your body as he clings to you just as tightly as you cling to him.

Finally, you both seem to catch your breaths, calming down enough to release your almost suffocating holds on the other.

Pulling away to stare deeply into your eyes, a self-satisfied smile pulls at Hongjoong’s lips.

“Nobody compares to you, My Love.” He hums, reaching up to cup the side of your face tenderly. “Nobody else could ever make me feel the way you do.”

A soft sound of agreement escapes you, gazing up at him so tenderly through hooded eyes. “The feeling is very much mutual, Joongie. I’m yours, and you’re mine, and I never plan on letting you go.”

A giddy laugh escapes him, eyes crinkling as his smile turns loving.

“Who said I ever wanted to escape you?” He teases, nudging his nose tenderly against your own. Again, he tilts his head forward, resting his forehead against your own. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, though. I was never planning on letting you go, either.”

Grinning widely, you’re quick to place a kiss onto his lips. Then, in the blink of an eye, you’ve managed to flip your positions, his cock still buried deep inside of you. The way he looks up at you with a raised brow, smug expression on his features has you chuckling.

“You got to make love to me,” You say, matter of factly as you trace a nail teasingly down his chest. “Now, it’s my turn to make love to you.”

You physically feel him shudder beneath you. His eyes glint with excitement, licking his lips in anticipation as he watches your every move carefully.

His hands settle onto your waist, and he smiles.

“With pleasure.”

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ATEEZ Masterlist Vol.2 <3

last updated; 6/8/25

status: ongoing

bold- smut, italics- suggestive, normal- fluff

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Just One Time

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Behind Closed Doors

Under The Surface

Long Night

San blurb

Loads (of Laundry)

Song Mingi

Mingi blurb

Mingi blurb

Mingi blurb

Feral and Fertile

Mingi blurb

Jung Wooyoung

Wooyoung blurb

Wooyoung blurb

Wooyoung blurb

Wooyoung blurb

Choi Jongho

Jongho blurb

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Driven Wild

Jongho blurb

Jongho blurb

Missionary Impossible

Multiple Members

Bassists Do It Deeper - Rockstar!MinJoong x reader

Hybrid!YunSan blurb

More Than This - HoHong x reader

ATEEZ twt links

Silk & Sin - SanHwa x reader

HoHong blurb

Meet Us In The Middle - 2Jung x reader

ATEEZ as Pokémon Trainers

ATEEZ as Chase Atlantic Songs

ATEEZ as L&DS Love Interests

Yungi blurb

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Flex Appeal - SanSang x reader

Sanhwa blurb

[hongjng8]

UNWIND.

Pairing: Hongjoong X FemReader

Genre: romance (?), Pure smut.

wc: 827

Tags: nsfw (18+) MDNI, established relationship, heavy oral sex, drool, Choking, Deepthroat, Reader giving.

Hongjng8’s notes: I can never ever get over studio Hongjoong. Something about his concentrated expressions and occasional frustrations. Ugggg~ Also! Happy first fic me !! I hope you can enjoy this piece as much as I enjoyed writing ;)) MWAHS MWAHS xoxo

Hongjoong Masterlist | main masterlist

Your day would typically end with a warm tea alongside your favorite show streaming on the flat-screen TV — especially after a long day at work.

Today was a tad bit different though. You had been let off early, one of the lucky ones in the eyes of your manager they’d say.

Clocking out of your shortened shift, the thought of your boyfriend Hongjoong traced your mind; what was he up to? Maybe I could surprise him?

You Uber’d your way home, short and quick — eager to reunite with Hongjoong once again. Soon enough, you were home, stepping out of the car with a sigh of relief: “finally..” you dusted yourself off before entering the apartment, locking the door behind you.

Quietly, you cracked open the door of your shared room, to which also included Hongjoong’s studio. Immediately your eyes landed on an evidently frustrated Hongjoong, who happened to be ever so focused on his work, per usual. You found it rather endearing to watch him create such masterpieces, although the hard-ship never went unnoticed.

“Stressed?” Your delicate hands soothed his shoulders, fluttering a loving kiss upon his jawline.

Hongjoong let out a low moan, one of agreement — with a hint of satisfaction from being in your embrace, after he had waited some painful hours for your arrival.

“Y/n.. I’ve missed you.”

Hongjoong shifted in his swiveled seat, maneuvering his attention towards you for a moment. His hands reaching to cup your cheeks, his lips tending to yours, perfectly embracing one another — before inching away. “Works got me all agitated and riled up.” He growled in annoyance, turning back to face his computer and keyboard.

You scanned his fidgetive frame. A sly, dirty idea creeping into your mind. Your body swaying around the chair, teeth indulging into your bottom lip. You knelt down slowly, your eyes meeting his. Hongjoong grinned, head tilting as he was catching onto what you were about to do.

You smiled sheepishly up at him, your fingers playing with the hem of his pants.

“Maybe I can help you relieve some of that.. stress. you work so… hard..”

Your words trailed off, tugging at his pants. Hongjoong assisted you, and soon, his lower-half clothes were completely removed, elsewhere to be seen.

His half-hard cock springing free, the tip glistening from his wetness.

“Such a Good doll..” He hummed, leaning back comfortably, hands grasping either side of the arm rests.

You took this as an instant invitation, shuffling a little closer to close the gap.

Licking your lips, you leant down to glide a wet lick along his length, the point of your tongue pressing against the slit of his tip.

“Ah, fuck.” Hongjoong hissed in pleasure, his hands coming down to collect your hair into a ponytail. You let a soft moan pass after feeling the tightening grip of his fingers around your hair, giving it a light tug. You took the tip of his cock into your mouth, sucking him eagerly.

“That’s my good girl..” Hongjoong groaned, head leaning back in bliss whilst his hips bucked up involuntarily. Cock desperately growing harder. You moaned, his cock hitting the back of your throat, to which Hongjoong cursed a whispered “fuck.”

Your eyes sealed shut, guiding your head up and down rhythmically, your delicate digits wrapping around the base of his cock, pumping the places you couldn’t reach. Hongjoong’s hands tightened around your hair, his hips thrusting upward — length completely engulfed down your throat.

“Keep sucking me off baby, you’re doing so fucking good for me~” Hongjoong lifted your head for a moment, letting you catch your breath. Strings of saliva connecting your mouth to his tip. “You look so pretty sucking my dick.” To which you responded with a dazed smile.

Before you could act further, one of his hands moved down to caress your face — thumb pushing between your teeth, pulling the side of your mouth to force it open.

A sinister look beamed in his eyes, your drool coating his fingers as he plugged your mouth back up with his drenched cock.

“Come on baby, I know you can take it.”

You moaned in anticipation, sending vibrations of pleasure down his length, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked, allowing him to continue violating your throat; tears streaming down your face from the intensity.

“Fuck y/n.. fuck.”

Choking, your hands grasped against his thighs for balance, lavishing in how his legs were twitching, his breathing unsteady, rapid.

Hongjoong’s hand moved to hold the nape of your neck, letting out a loud, blood pumping moan. His cock kissing the back of your throat with each willing thrust. “F-fuck !”

He came, milking his warm seed down your throat. You swallowed as much as you could, some of his release mixing with your saliva — forming a creamy substance that gushed past your lips, creating a ring around his shaft. Which you instinctively licked clean, panting to catch your breath.

“Did i help you unwind?” ~

Tagged: @slvtiny @sugarnspice630 @sansangel @yuyusolivebranch @batw00yo @taegi1016 @acescavern

[kaivenom]

The SPN boys perfect date with you

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Gabriel "The Trickster", Jack Kline, Castiel

A/N: for the first time on a long time writing something that isnt one piece😂. The anime and the manga are on pause and i am crying🥲

Masterlist

Sam Winchester

Probably a date at home, ordering food and watching movies with you, the while cozy treatment.

Picking you Up at your home and ordering the take away on some restaurat, picking a cofee and getting to the bunker with you.

Eating while watching bad movies, anything you want to see and laughing cause It's probably a bad horror movie.

Reading in silence with your bodies entaged and sharing little mischevious looks.

And of course, at some point you start to make out and now you are trapped with him, una le to go back home.

Dean Winchester

Riding with baby, no doubt.

Like Sam, he orders some food with you, but instead of going to the bunker, he gets you to a nice and calm spot, far from society and organize a picnic on top of the impala.

If the weather it's good, there IS probably a river or lake near by to swim.

If the weather it's bad you stay inside the impala, eating and playing cards,

And like Sam, he can get a little to much needy and even if you are outside on the lake or inside the impala, he Will start to make out with you and you Will end Up getting frisky on the backseat.

Castiel

Probably at first he doesnt get the concept of date s he follows you with your daily routines.

Now, that he knows what a deate IS, he realizes that his perfect date with you it's the thing that you already had been doing, rutinal things.

Such as cleaning and shopping groceries, anything that helps you with your chores.

And usually, this "dates" end up with a tender moment wich usually is a warm Bath.

So its just the two of you, rubbing each other rubing your sore bodies.

With a slow music playing on the background, bubbles, music and even some wine.

Gabriel "The Trickster"

A party, a buffet, even a brothel, since he can make every scenario posible, everything it's the perfect date, cause It IS with you.

So, you get to choose the when and the where, cause he can materialize It in any second.

He just wants to make you laugh and have a good time, even if it's with the most bizarre or the most common things, i picture this man as a total pleaser.

But, the two things that he Will do no matter what it's eat sweets and feed you with them.

It's his nly condition to make the evening perfect, have you on his lap and put a Candy on your tongue, maybe with his mouth.

Jack Kline

A carnival or a amusement park.

He still has the soul of a child so his perfect date would circle around fun.

Eating pop corn, playing minigolf, trying to win everything on the booths, you still don't know where he got the money,

If he makes you laugh then the night IS a good one.

He finishes the night with a kiss on your doorstep, he saw that on a movie and wanted to try It.

[winxanity-ii]

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍

╰ ⌞🇭‌🇪‌🇷‌🇲‌🇪‌🇸‌ 🇫‌🇮‌🇨‌🇸‌⌝

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 ━━ ❝You should be thanking me, little thief.❞

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you, a mortal thief, steal from the gods, catching the attention of Olympus' most notorious trickster. From curses to chases, Hermes sticks by your side-for better or worse-and it's hard to tell if he's saving you… or setting you up for disaster.

..... ... ..... ━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━ ..... ... .....

. ⇘ ⇙ .

《 𝔸𝕠𝟛 𝕧𝕖𝕣. | 𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕡𝕒𝕕 𝕧𝕖𝕣. | ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕧 𝕧𝕖𝕣. 》

..... ... ..... ━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━ ..... ... .....

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01 ┃ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 - 1.6k wc

02 ┃ 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 & 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 - 2.0k wc

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05 ┃ 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 - 2.9k wc

06 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 - 2.2k wc

07 ┃ 𝐫𝐮𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 - 2.8k wc

08┃ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 & 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 - 3.5k wc

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10 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 3.1k wc

11 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐬 - 2.1k wc

12 ┃ 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠 & 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 - 3.3k wc

13 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥 - 1.8k wc

14 ┃ 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 - 4.5k wc

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17 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 2.2k wc

18 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 2.7k wc

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❏ Note: this fic will be a mixture of EPIC: The musical and the many variations of Greek mythological Gods to better fit the narrative, so basically, knowledge of EPIC: The Musical isn't technically needed; this book can be read with just common knowledge of Greek mythology.

⌜𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐅𝐢𝐜⌟

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　🇵‌🇴‌🇸‌🇹‌-ᴇᴘɪᴄ!ᴀᴜ　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

➢ 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥-𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 ➢ 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞/𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ➢ 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➢ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲/𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫

[blessedbyahuntress]

Blessed by a Trickster: Series Masterlist

The Voice in my Head is Laughing at me

Thank the Gods for Eurylochus

My King Almost Decapitates a Cute, Fuzzy, Helpful Little Thing

The Scary Part? He's Tiny

I Take it Back. The Tall Dude is Scarier

The Storm is Getting on my Nerves

Eurylochus is Becoming a Menace to this Society

I Should've Tied the Imbeciles's Hands Behind Their Backs

I Never Thought my Last Words Would be That Stupid

Why on Earth Would I Want you to Obliterate my Bestie?

HeR vOiCe- Yeah, I'll Shut Up Now

My Mentor Couldn't be More... Mentorish?

Crap. Why Can't He Just Stay Outside Like a Good Boy?

The Witch Gives Me a Souvenir!

You Know What Hurts? When You Don't Shut Up-

I'm More Popular Than Ody?

IMA SMITE HIM

Nevermind, Curse the Gods for Eurylochus

I'm Going Through ChArAcTeR dEvElOpMeNt

Along With My Suffering, Can You Also Take My Depression and Anxiety?

I'm Not That Different...

I'm Sorry- Have You Met Me? I Have No Temperance

Still Currently Trying to Put a Positive Spin on Scylla

Well, Fuck

We Need an Emotional Support Dog

[devoted-horror]

May I request a reader that hides behind them when she is overwhelmed or doesn’t wanna deal with people ? For Charles’s lee ray , Vincent Sinclair , the doctors and trickster (seperetly) fluff plz

a/n: it's pretty short sadly but i hope u enjoy it!! <3 anyways have u guys seen jiwoon nd yunjin's upcoming halloween cosmetics.... guys..... guys im down bad for them i fear...

includes: charles lee ray, vincent sinclair, the doctor, and the trickster.

warnings: typical slasher and dbd warnings, mentions of murder, i think it's pretty much just fluff but there might be some undertones of darker stuff?? like very very vague undertones that you'll probably honestly miss but. just stating it, in case.

CHARLES LEE RAY

Charles would, in all honesty, probably tease you for hiding behind him of all people whenever you get overwhelmed. It wouldn't be malicious teasing or anything like that, though he definitely doesn't know when to stop.

In the beginning of your relationship, he probably won't say it, but he likes that you feel safe enough to hide behind him like this.

He'll definitely act annoyed every time you hide behind him, maybe even roll his eyes, but don't let this fool you because he's shielding you away from the rest of the world and keeping you hidden from anyone who may be around.

And if you hide behind him because there's someone around that you're trying to avoid or that you just flat out don't want to deal with at the moment, then trust that Charles will take care of it.

He's not going to immediately resort to murder, so you don't have to necessarily worry about that, but depending on who it is and how they treat you, then yeah.

They may die.

It's an act of romance from him, by the way.

Nothing says 'I love you' quite like killing anyone who inconveniences you in some sort of way. He is a serial killer, after all. How else is he supposed to be romantic?

In all seriousness though, Charles does try to make you feel at ease whenever you find yourself hiding behind him.

He'll crack a few jokes, tell random stories of the past crimes he's committed, anything that'll help you feel less overwhelmed.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent is the only one here who would truly understand why you hide behind him, I think. He knows what it's like to be overwhelmed, wanting to hide away from everyone. It's why he spends most of his time in the basement.

He would never judge you for this, like... at all. He actively encourages you to do it, if anything else, because he wants you to do whatever makes you comfortable.

If he can help you feel less overwhelmed, then he will. If somebody has been bothering you enough to make you feel this way, then trust that he will not hesitate to step in.

Tourist, Bo, Lester, it doesn't matter. You're his top priority more often than not these days.

Shit, he'll put himself in time out if he somehow contributes to making you feel this way. He'd feel genuinely awful if he made you feel overwhelmed, honestly.

When he's overwhelmed, he finds that absently drawing helps to calm him down. He knows that not everyone finds comfort in the same thing, but he'll definitely offer you a pencil and paper if he thinks it might help.

But if you'd rather just make yourself comfortable behind him, then he doesn't mind. He'll continue whatever he was doing with no issue.

Though... if he's in the middle of turning someone into a wax figure, he'd rather you not be around during that. And you obviously can't hide behind him when there are tourists in town, because like... obviously.

But other than that, you're free to use him as a little shield from the world whenever you need.

It makes his heart feel warm inside knowing you feel comfortable enough around him to go to him whenever you feel like this. It makes him feel like he's doing a good job at this whole dating thing.

THE DOCTOR

Herman is a bit of an enigma here because while I don't necessarily think he'd mind you hiding behind him like this whenever you're overwhelmed, he's also not the nicest person to know.

Lover or not, he isn't the type to be nice when it comes to words. He's a genius and views himself as better than everyone else, and you aren't an exception.

Personally, he's never felt overwhelmed. Like... never. He had everything he wanted growing up, and he truly never believes he's in the wrong, even if he is, so he's never had that sort of anxiety either. The only time he's ever felt anxious was when he knocked his classmate out for the first time, he thinks.

So, while he doesn't understand it on an emotional level, Herman does understand it on a scientific level. A part of him can't help but want to pick you apart and study your brain for somehow finding comfort in hiding behind him, but he doesn't.

Herman loves you. At least, he thinks this is love. A considerable amount of tolerance, if not.

This habit of yours is just one of the many things he's not sure he'll ever truly understand when it comes to you. It's... frustrating, just a bit. You're an enigma to him. An anomaly.

He's never been a big fan of anomalies. Yet here you are, hiding behind him as if he were someone who would protect you from harm.

He'd destroy the minds of the many for you, he thinks.

Being who he is, both before and after the fog, you're bound to be safe if you stick by him.

So, while Herman doesn't understand why you feel safe around him, or why he doesn't mind your behavior, he certainly isn't going to make you stop.

THE TRICKSTER

Jiwoon is... not really gonna understand why you hide behind him whenever you're overwhelmed. He thrives under attention, positive or negative, so he can't wrap his mind around how you get overwhelmed by it.

But he most thrives under your attention, so having you hide behind him every time you're overwhelmed or done with people in general really just... feeds into his ego.

So if this is before the fog, it's definitely not something you can do in public.

Jiwoon doesn't care, he really doesn't, but as an idol, dating is like... not really acceptable in the industry, and Yunjin would literally have his ass if he was caught being lovey-dovey with someone and it wasn't part of a publicity stunt of some sort.

He does understand what it's like not wanting to deal with people though, even if he does thrive under their attention. He literally killed a sasaeng because they were stalking him, so like...

I don't think he'd explicitly offer to kill someone for you if they put you in a state of being overwhelmed, mostly because he keeps his whole killer business a secret but, I mean, he would kill for you.

The moment he finds out who has you feeling so overwhelmed, be it by you telling him yourself or by other means, they will be dealt with.

And when the person who has been stressing you out so much lately is suddenly found murdered, Jiwoon is right there to help you deal with the overwhelming shock that may come with the situation.

Not long after the gruesome murder, The Trickster releases a love song with haunting background vocals. Fans and critics alike are trying to figure out who the mysterious voice is, but no dice.

No matter, fog or not, he will be a loving boyfriend and let you hide behind him however you please. Your attention, more often than not, is one of the only things that matter to him.

[yanderedbdimagines]

Hi ! I love your work and I saw requests were open !! I was wondering if you could write something about Trickster going sentient, like reader is a DBD player and Trickster is their killer main and he's becoming sentient ! He starts acting yandere, getting mad when they buy another killer, talking to them through the game etc ? Pleaaase !!

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Thank you so much for appreciating my work!

And of course! Trickster has always been one of my favorite go-to killers as well. He still kind of is! He may not look terrifying at first glance, but what he’s capable of is what truly makes him scary to me. I tried to capture that feeling in this piece as well. Also, I believe his anger would actually be quite subtle, put potent in a way. He's called the Trickster for a reason after all. :P Especially towards his obsession.

PS: If any character in the game somehow became sentient, I’d throw my computer out immediately. Let alone a killer! I would totally freak out! xD

PSS: I don't know any Korean. If I messed it up by using translators wrong, I'm sorry in advance!

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Warning!: NSFW elements present!

The Trickster

Ji-Woon Hak had always been your go-to killer. Maybe it was the thrill of playing him. The way he laughed in insanity, coupled with that crazed giggle as he chased survivors down, and the sheer passion and arrogance laced through his Korean voice lines. His presence in the game simply felt different from the others. All the way down to his disturbingly good chase music, which is an excellent representation to his character.

And as such, he’s indeed a star. Effortlessly charming and dangerously captivating. Before the Entity took him, the crowds adored him for a reason, oblivious to the gleam in his golden eyes when the screams began behind closed doors, embedded into his music like secret, bloody confessions. They never recognized the torture hidden in his music, layered beneath the melody like a secret only he was twisted enough to understand.

Killing wasn’t just second nature to Ji-Woon. It was the purest form of his self-expression.

And to you, that was the real horror. Because unlike many others in the Entity’s grasp, he wasn’t a monster made. He was a monster born. Just another handsome face, smiling for the cameras, waving to his adoring fans. His darkest secrets not buried, but hidden in plain sight. Or more so within earshot. And no one ever dared to hear them until it was too late.

Maybe that was why, after months of playing Dead by Daylight, you never really strayed from him. You bought his skins, experimented with his builds, mastered his mechanics and the precise arc of his blades. He was your constant pick.

So at first, the strange things that eventually started to happen didn’t really bother you.

It began in the character selection screen. His model glitched once. A wide smirk suddenly etching itself onto his features. He turned around more often while you waited in lobby, flashing you that saucy wink of his. There was a slight lag when you hovered over another killer, an occasional stutter in his idle animations, a minor bug where his eyes tracked your cursor just a bit too smoothly.

You decided to ignored it.

Then the loading screens started taking longer. Freezing for a second too long when his face suddenly appeared, as if the game itself hesitated. And once, in the middle of a match, you left the desk for a moment to grab something from your drawer, letting the killer stand idle in a house in Springwood.

That was when you heard it, just as you returned. Faint. Threading between the distant caws of crows and the crackle of the Entity’s realm. A voice, which sounded silky and teasing. Familiar.

"Getting distracted, 자기야1?"

Your hand jerked on the mouse. It had to be a bug. A voice line triggering where it shouldn’t. You brushed it off as a trick of the mind.

Then, after a while, the disconnects started. Not often, but just enough to be annoying. Almost every time you played another killer, you’d be booted mid-match. No error message. Just a sudden return to the desktop. Whenever you played survivor, you almost always found yourself facing the Trickster, with a hint of a stutter as you tried to get your character away from him.

But when you played as Ji-Woon himself? Smooth. No lag. No crashes.

Still, you pushed it aside. Games had bugs. Maybe the servers were acting up. You refused to get paranoid over minor issues, or the fact that barely any other killer ever appeared when you played survivor. Perhaps you just had a weird streak of fate.

Then, one night after watching a video, you tabbed back into the game and noticed that his theme music in the killer selection menu was different. Slower and warped. Like it was played underwater. The Trickster was staring at you. Not in his usual cocky way, but with his head tilted slightly, his smile smaller than usual and his golden eyes literally locked onto yours. As if he were waiting for something.

The screen glitched once, then again, and everything returned to normal. But matches grew even more strange after that. Survivors went down faster, their screams more real and distorted and their models twitching unnaturally. It scared you.

If you played as a different killer, you’d get disconnected mid-match much faster. Yet whenever you switched back to Trickster, the game stabilized.

Then one night, you apparently made a mistake. Out of curiosity, you went up and purchased another killer. the Oni, which you considered to be a change of pace. The moment you returned to the killer selection screen, it flickered; static sprinkling the menu. Trickster’s model was there on the right, but his grin had vanished. His head tilted, his bright pupils narrowed into thin slits of displeasure.

Your hands trembled over the keyboard. “It’s just a game…” you murmured, shaking your head and blinking a few times. Then his voice, unlike any recorded line or in-game effect, but unmistakably real, echoed through your headset. Smooth and cold.

"Not to me, 공주님2."

Deep down, you knew this game was no longer the same. But you played it off as a lack of sleep this time around, shut down the PC, and took a well-earned break.

You naively came back a few hours later. You loaded into the Temple of Purgation, picking the Oni. You’d bought him for a reason, after all. But as the match began, the camera panned over the environment and, for a split second just before it faded to your POV, you saw him.

Not the Oni. The Trickster.

He stood at the very edge of the mists, just beyond the temple’s crumbling stone archways. The fog curled unnaturally around him, clinging to his figure like something alive, shifting and parting just enough to reveal the glow of his golden eyes. He wasn’t moving, wasn’t part of the match. He was just… watching.

The moment you took control, he was gone. Your fingers twitched over the keyboard. That wasn’t normal. Maybe a graphical glitch? Some weird overlap from previous matches? You shook it off and pressed forward.

At first, the game ran fine. You chased down survivors, activated your power, played the match as you normally would. But something felt off. A heaviness in the air, a strange, crawling sensation at the back of your neck. Then the game began to stutter. Not lag and neither was it a bug. The frames dragged deliberately, as if the game itself resisted your input. The Oni’s movements felt sluggish, like wading through thick and invisible muck.

And then came the laughter. Soft and breathy, slithering between the sounds of gameplay.

"Tch. This isn’t like you, 자기야1. You’d rather be that clunky old fossil than me? Where’s your sense of taste?" His accent runs heavy alongside the bite in his tone.

Your blood ran cold. That wasn’t an in-game line. Your eyes flicked to one of the killer’s perk icons. Oni’s nemesis perk, just as you’d chosen. For a brief moment, Ji-Woon’s smirking face in a similar art style replaced it before snapping back. Your stomach twisted as another hitch in the frame rate distorted the screen. Pixels twisting as if a presence bled into the code.

"You're ignoring me," he observed, his voice still smooth but tinged with bitter distaste.

The game audio warped beyond recognition, the chase music slowed to a sickening drag then sped up erratically, like a scratched CD skipping. The survivors’ animations twitched unnaturally. Every time you activated the killer’s skill, the deep, guttural roar sounded way off. Higher, smoother, mocking. Obviously replaced with the voice of a certain Killer. "Not so fun, huh?" You hear him huff in amusement, teasing you as he does.

Frustrated, you slammed the Escape key. Nothing happened. The match wasn’t over, but you couldn’t do this anymore. With shaky hands, you forced your PC off manually, the screen cutting to black. Your reflection stared back at you in the dark monitor with wide eyes reflecting unease. You ripped off your headset and exhaled hard. It was just a game, you told yourself. You even debated uninstalling it. But that was ridiculous, wasn’t it? It’s just a game.

So you didn’t play it for the rest of the night.

The next day, curiosity won out. You had planned to delete the game. To scrub it from your system and be done with whatever hellish events had occurred. But after you booted up your PC, a Steam pop-up appeared.

Your pulse quickened as you skimmed the message.

Dead by Daylight – Security Update

A large leak had been addressed. Some players had reported strange in-game activity. An exploit that allowed hackers to take control of matches, resulting in unusual interactions. The developers apologized for the inconvenience. As compensation, a DLC of your choice would be free upon logging in.

Your fingers hovered over the mouse. This had to be the reason. Just some script kiddies messing with the servers, triggering audio or animation glitches. You exhaled a sigh of relief and launched the game.

The menu loaded smoothly, the music creating a subtle backdrop as you navigated the interface. Your gaze shifted to the killer selection screen. Trickster stood in his usual spot after you’d selected him. His stance casual yet confident, the infamous bat balanced nonchalantly on his shoulder. He executed that distinct head tilt. The one accompanied by an unnecessarily seductive "ah,". At that moment, his animation seemed to hesitate, his eyes lingering on the screen a fraction longer than usual. The light caught his left earring, making it glint momentarily before falling back against his neck due to retaining the previous angle of his head. Then, just as smoothly, the bat returned to his side.

Despite the brief, unsettling pause, his expression remained unchanged. A confident smirk played across his lips when he moved to inspect his bat, his golden eyes glinting with sharp amusement, as if privy to a joke you hadn’t yet figured out. No flickering. No static. Everything appeared perfectly normal.

Your tense shoulders loosened slightly. Maybe you had imagined it all. The breach is fixed, after all. You claimed your free DLC, already planning to test out the desired killer and survivor later. But first… just one more match with the Trickster.

Your cursor hovered over the Play button for a second before you clicked. The match queued instantly. No lobby, no loading delay, no lag. Your gut twisted. As the screen transitioned, unease slithered down your spine. The game had loaded, but something was obviously wrong.

The usual environmental sounds; distant caws of crows, the occasional metallic groan of the Entity’s influence, were gone. You panned the first-person camera over the map. No survivors moved between cover. No crows startled into the air. No gens sparking in the distance. Just you. Alone.

Your eyes darted to the UI. The HUD was intact- your abilities, perks, and power displayed as they should be. And yet, there were no objectives. No unseen timer counting down. No signs of life. Just silence. A cold prickle crawled over your skin.

Then, a soft chuckle. Rich, amused, present. "Finally. Just us." Your breath hitched. The sound came through your headset. Close. Way too close.

The screen flickered. Your blood ran cold.

No…

You tried moving Trickster forward, pressing the left mouse button to swing through the empty air. He responded as normal. Smooth, precise, as if performing a well-rehearsed act. But there was nothing to do. No generators humming to life, no players fleeing, no exit gates. The map lay barren, stripped of its usual chaos. Each time you struck the environment in boredom, a mocking chuckle, sly and knowing, echoed in your ears.

Desperate, you opened the pause menu, but there was no option to leave the game. Your fingers trembled over the keyboard as you muttered, “What the hell is it this time?”

Then a soft laugh, closer and intimate, as though whispered from right beside you. "Aw, don’t look so spooked,공주님2. Isn’t this what you wanted? More time with me?"

Without warning, the camera shifted. Its movement not commanded by you, but as if pulled by an unseen hand. The perspective tilted down ever so slightly, as if the Trickster was studying himself.

No. As if he was studying you.

"You play me so often," his voice purred, smooth as silk and dripping with amusement. "Devoted, aren’t you? You never thought I’d actually notice, did you? Never thought I’d appreciate your little habits?" A chill crawled up your spine.

 “This can’t be it. This isn’t real,” you whispered, almost pleading. “You are not sentient,” you insisted, but your voice wavered- thinning into uncertainty.

"Mmm, that's what you keep telling yourself," he replied, that familiar, teasing lilt threading through his tone. "A cute little parrot, endlessly repeating the same little song. 정말 웃기잖아, 자기야3. If only you repeated my name like that instead. I’m as real as I can get. " Your breathing grew shallow.

Then something shifted in the distance. A subtle, unnatural shadow moving where it shouldn’t be. You spun the camera up and to the side, heart hammering, but the map remained empty. Still, the sensation of being watched crawled over your skin. Your hands grew clammy as you gripped the mouse like a lifeline. You needed to leave. Now.

Alt + F4. Task Manager. Nothing worked. Your pulse pounded in your ears. Your body braced for a potential scenario- the chase, the hunt, the moment his blades would sink into your flesh. You weren’t special. You were just another victim…

Right?

Then the screen flickered. A brief stutter, a pause. For a fraction of a second, the game froze, and when it stabilized, Trickster’s weapon was gone. He wasn’t on it anymore.

Your hands froze over the keyboard for a second, before you abruptly stood up and took a step back, already leaning down to forcibly shut down the computer. A hand suddenly shot towards you after it suddenly angled its way back onto the screen. Distinctively bloody as it reached for you. You gasped audibly as you almost fell backward… But the hand never breached the screen. It halted abruptly at the boundary, suspended between the digital world and your reality. Crimson droplets clung to its outstretched fingers as it quivered against an invisible barrier. For a fleeting moment, you caught a glimpse. A flash of yellow fabric and a hint of a naked, muscular chest splattered with blood. But the view was distorted, obscured by the in-game camera’s interference, as if the interface itself rejected his intrusion.

Then came a low murmur. A string of curses in Korean, rough and frustrated. Though you couldn’t make out every word, the anger in his tone was unmistakable, raw even, as he cursed the limits that kept him at bay. Almost immediately, the bitterness dissolved into his familiar, self-assured mockery before he slipped off the screen.

"이건 정말 불공평해요, 공주님4," he drawled, voice dripping with playful disdain. A mind game. It had to be it. "If only this screen wasn’t in the way. 당신은 아직 모르는 재밌는 것들을 놓치고 있습니다5."

The taunting words slithered through your headset. His crazed laughter, edged high with mischief and frustration, filled the silence afterwards.

In that moment, your heart pounded with a mixture of terror and panic. At the end of the day, the screen itself remains unchanged. A game paused on an empty map, the digital world eerily still. Yet Trickster’s presence still lingered at the edge of reality. You could sense it.

With eyes wide, you forcibly shut down the PC, yanking out every cable from the back of your computer screen and desktop afterwards. You vowed to never, ever play Dead by Daylight again. Not after everything you’d just experienced. After all, who knows what might have happened if he had truly breached his way into your room. You believe that he’d most definitely would have tortured you to death, unaware of his true intentions. You could only shiver in fear and disgust at the very thought of it.

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1 = 자기야 = jagiya = babe.

2 = 공주님 = gongjunim = princess

3 = 정말 웃기잖아, 자기야. = jeongmal usgijanh-a, jagiya.= It's so funny, babe.

4 = 이건 정말 불공평해요, 공주님 = igeon jeongmal bulgongpyeonghaeyo, gongjunim = This is so unfair, princess.

5 = 당신은 아직 모르는 재밌는 것들을 놓치고 있습니다. = Dangsin-eun ajig moleuneun jaemissneun geosdeul-eul nohchigo issseubnida. = You're missing out on fun things you don't know about yet.