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unnamed-blob · 2 months

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Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?

⇢ Pairing: Ghostface/Meg Thomas

⇢ Length: Oneshot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh well.

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

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

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riliancaprice · 2 months

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First ever post on here 🙈 just wanted somewhere else to upload my art. GhostFace and Meg are my favourite characters and somehow this just happened 😆

#ghostface #dbd killer #dbd art #dbd ghostface #dbd fanart #dbd #dead by daylight #meg thomas #ghostmeg #killer x survivor #dead by daylight art #ghostface art

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deadbydangit · 6 months

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If you're up for it, would you be willing to do another reader with a high pain tolerance prompt for some more characters? I'd like it to feature survivors and have at least one of the gals, but other than that it's dealer's choice. Please and thank you.

Throw back to my first request. Kyah! Nostalgia! I can absolutely do that. Please enjoy.

With a Reader who has a High Pain Tolerance

Meg, Ghostface, Yui

Meg Thomas

She has a pretty high pain tolerance herself.

So don't be surprised you get hurt and she kind of blows it off.

It isn't that she doesn't care.

She really does.

But, since her pain tolerance is so high, she doesn't really register that it might actually hurt you.

She ran a race with a leg that was nearly broken.

She gets stabbed, cut, slashed, and everything other killers do to them on a daily basis.

That's the norm for her.

So, no, a little stab won't hurt her.

And it shouldn't hurt you either, right?

Meg couldn't see herself with someone who whined about every little cut.

Sometimes she'll show you her scars and cuts and tell you the stories.

Do the same to her.

"Shit, that's narly."

"Nice."

If you get really hurt, she'll worry.

And you're going straight to... The nearest person with any medical skill.

Because she has none.

But she won't freak out.

Because that won't do anything but make the situation worse.

And she doesn't want to make things worse for you.

Ghostface

You think he'll freak out?

Ha!

No, this ass hat is going to make fun of you.

For the little things that is.

A book falls on your head?

"Ha! Loser."

Trip over something.

"Walk much?"

But if something serious happens?

If you fell off a roof?

Or got stabbed?

He'd be freaking out!

Like full on hysterics.

Flat out grabbed Sally and basically threw her at you.

But, while Sally was patching you up, you seemed just fine.

It was creepy.

"So like, you don't feel pain?"

He'll want to test that.

Sometimes he'll just shove you into the ground.

And you get back up like nothing happens.

"Damn, you're tough babe. That's hot."

He has zero pain tolerance.

He likes to be the one causing the pain, not receiving it.

So a little cut to Danny is like, the end of the world.

But he's trying to 'man up'.

So he'll jump off the roof and get really hurt.

"No sweat."

He's actually screaming on the inside.

Get him medical attention.

He's doing all this to impress you, so at least act impressed.

Yui Kimura

She's got a pretty high pain tolerance as well.

If the realm doesn't enforce it, her previous life sure did.

You don't simply hop on a motorcycle and ride just fine.

You're bound to wipe out at least once.

And when you race them?

Let's just say she has her fair share of bruises and scrapes.

And she wears them with pride.

Each one tells a story.

And she'll tell you each and every one.

You having a high pain tolerance is actually great.

Yui never liked to live life on the quiet side.

She's always had this insatiable craving for adventure.

She probably couldn't handle someone with a low pain tolerance anyway.

Who wants to stay at home and do nothing when you can go on an adventure, right?

But even she has her limits.

It's like you don't feel pain.

And that worries her to no end.

"You just fell through the floorboards! How are you okay!?"

But she's also impressed.

Like, shit, that's pretty badass.

And, let's be honest, to be her significant other you're going to need to be a badass.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd survivor #dbd ghostface #dbd yui #dbd meg

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deadbyoffering · 1 year

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25 things that the killers (mainly Mr. Carter) are not allowed to do

Due to the “chainsaw Myers incident,” killers are not allowed to steal or borrow a another killers weapon or power for trials. Yes, it was awesome, but it puts an unfair advantage to the survivors.

The Legion are not allowed to steal Jeffrey’s bottles and make them into Molotov cocktails than claim it’s their new power rework.

Just because Mr. Carter is called The Doctor and have medical knowledge, doesn’t mean he’s a license doctor or thee doctor or the best doctor there ever was. He’s not allowed to claim so.

Mr. Carter is not allowed to ask the survivors if any would volunteer for any kind of his experiments outside their campsite.

Killers are not allowed to play dark souls boss music when there’s a brawl or argument between killers. No, not even music from Spongebob.

Just because Miss Mora was a close associated with crows, doesn’t mean she’s their handler and hold responsibility for anything they do.

Lisa is not allowed to “borrow” Mikaela’s “Book of Spells” to improve her power. May that monstrosity clone of yours be a lesson on using someone else’s magic without approval.

Mr. Carter is no longer allowed to assist Mr. Jeffrey with his “improvements” of his concoctions and formulas. Don’t ask.

Telling new arrivals that you can tame The Demogorgon with a tummy rub and rat meat is right out.

The Shape is not to be taunted with. Go ahead and see what happens on your accord.

The Nemesis's zombies are not toys, practice targets or crash dummies.

Mr. Carter and Mr. Jeffrey are not allowed to interact without the presence of a responsible overseer. Mr. Morrison does not count as a responsible overseer. Nor does Mr. MacMilian. Or Mr. Johnson. In fact, let's just keep the two of apart, period.

Mr. Hak's knives are not be construct into any kind of cosmetic. Yes Miss Lavoie, your earrings and spiked jacket are impressive, but both have been confiscated.

Mr. Johnson's camera is only for Mr. Johnson’s personal use only not the following: Shooting photo shoots, selfies, pictures of the wildlife and [Redacted]. Really?

Mr. Carter is no longer allowed to host game night, trivia night, movie night and any group activities of sort with his colleagues. Not even if you ask nicely. Or even with the survivors.

Mr. Carter is no longer allowed to argue with historical events with killers from the time period that the events took place. It was three days to clean up the aftermath from your argument with Tazan about the “Fall of the Samurai in Feudal era.”

No one is not allowed to declare war on any animal, thing or even The Entity (Me).

The Legion No one is not allowed to contribute to this list. That is not a challenge.

Mr. Carter is not allowed to go to fan conventions. Let alone use them as recruitment for volunteers for his experiments. Not even [Redacted] conventions.

"For The Entity" is not an acceptable justification for any decision. Unless I required you to do.

Yes, forum trolls are annoying. No, they don't automatically become Survivors.

Mr. Quinn is no longer allowed to offer the solution of “Use more guns" to any problem. Or "Get bigger guns."

Mr. Carter is not allowed to organize authorize or create in any form a “Dead by Daylight Derby”, staring the Demogorgon, Maurice the Horse, Talbot Grimes, Victor Deshayes, The Legion, The zombies, Kazan Yamaoka and Meg Thomas.” No…Just no.

Joey is not allowed to get on the PA system and announce to the survivors that he just won “The Game”. You know what, Joey is just never allowed on the PA system for any reason, ever.

The Legion is not allowed to arrange, schedule, advertise, promote or sell tickets to "cage matches" between The Executioner and anybody.

See more 25 things that the killers are not allowed to do

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gatitties · 2 years

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Fairy

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: you also want to follow those tiktok trends

─ Warnings: none

0 < 1 > 2

You were in the middle of a trial, inside a locker while you scrolled through Tiktok, completely oblivious to the noises, screams, gasps and the occasional thudding of your heart, of course, the crows marked your position a long time ago, but little did you mattered, your two neurons could only concentrate on looking at the screen of your phone.

The game was almost over if not completely over when the locker you were in burst open, Ghostface ran his hand through his hood and sighed as he found you, debating whether to have another hang up or let a third one escape, anger the entity or leave you for a day?

Surprisingly, Danny turned out to be one of the ones who let you get away with it the most when you didn't feel like playing, basically because he would sometimes connect half a neuron with you, being just as stupid as you on some occasions.

He shook his head deciding to get another hang up, grabbing you onto his shoulder without difficulty, you didn't even make an effort to free yourself, it's not like death mattered less to you in this place, it was one of your least worries. You turned off your mobile to see what was in front of you, and you couldn't even resist, he was calling you, oh yes.

“S m a c k that badonkadonk.”

The man's movements stopped when he felt a spanking that echoed, having a few minutes of silence before you burst into chuckles, if before he was hesitating now he was clear, you were going to the hook one hundred percent sure. You didn't even scream when your shoulder was pierced, you could only laugh harder noticing the killer's disapproving look.

“Don't do that again, I swear-”

“Yes, yes, I'm sorry, but how could I resist if you put your goth ass in my face?”

“You did not-”

He had no choice but to question your words as you were stabbed by three tendrils in the stomach, carrying your body back to the survivors' bonfire where most went about their business. You did not intend to bother more for the day considering that of the two trials in which you had been, you had not obtained anything more than to shout 'fried bald' at Freddy and in the last case doing nothing, but you saw a trend that surpassed you.

You immediately started running your eyes over all the survivors in the area, ruling out the girls for the moment, the first to notice your anxious look was Jake, since he was more likely to scan the others from afar, you were at his point of look for a while and he should have stayed out of your range of stupid, he would only put up with you in the mornings, the more sleepy and calm you were. He didn't know what you were planning, but he didn't want to be a part of it.

“Jakeeeey” He shuddered at the nickname you had decided to use for him, knowing that he couldn't get rid of you, he looked at you in silence, waiting for you to keep talking “Can you do me a favor?”

'No' he wanted to answer but he bit his tongue, nodding slowly, causing the corner of your lips to stretch into a smile, you grabbed his hand to pull him excitedly, grunting at the contact he let go quickly but you didn't mattered, you told him to stand in front of the other men there. Just as confused as the lonely raven.

They were arranged in a row as you watched them with a frown, you walked as if you were a military scolding the cadets. The men wondered why the hell they were agreeing to collaborate on one of your idiocies, but remember there's nothing better to do here.

“I've decided, David, you're the chosen one.”

While the others breathed a sigh of relief, the selected one could only wonder what idea you had in mind, hoping it wasn't some of your weird stuff. David found himself closer to you once you adopted a less irritating attitude, both of you could even combine some gremlin and grumpy energy from time to time, he also started to feel worried when you were a punching bag for killers when you didn't feel like participating in the game, even though you saved your teammates, that was his job, maybe the fact that you were also a teenager scared him, bringing out his more protective side on some occasions.

“What are we doing this time? If it has to do with throwing cheese slices in people's faces again, I'm not going to be in it.”

"Oh no, it's something much better..." You left the man in suspense who raised one of his eyebrows, tilting his head for you to continue. "We're going to be fairies!"

You raised your arms giggling, David fluttered his eyelashes, letting a crooked smile take over his features, playing fairies? It was the most normal thing he had done in all the time you had been here which seemed cute to him.

It only took a couple of hours for him to withdraw his thoughts about spending a little normal time with you, it wasn't a bad thing per se, but his arms were sore, his muscles wouldn't stop tensing the more times he picked you up not to mention the damn looping song.

'Touch me I scream!' AHHHH-

Now he understood why you selected him before, he was the tallest and strongest among the others, he was able to lift you while recording your feet making you 'fly' like a fairy, he would have really enjoyed it as a healthy quality time, but at this point he seemed like your slave, luckily you decided to stop happy with the results.

“Thank you David! I promise to be your shield in our next trial.”

“That's not-!”

You didn't let him finish, stunning the male because you gave him a quick hug to run back to your cabin. That was a surprise, despite being an annoying brat, you didn't tolerate much physical contact beyond dragging someone by the hand, it's not that you didn't like it, but you needed to open up a little more to hug people, At the moment David was the first to receive a short hug, leaving him static in his place.

“Wow, what have you done to get a hug from the little brat?”

Meg, who was just passing by, patted the man's shoulder, completely snapping him out of his daze, feeling again how the muscles of his arms were complaining from the excess of energy spent, he looked at Meg and they both walked to sit on one of the logs surrounding the campfire.

"You don't want to know...”

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herecomethatboi · 9 months

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Dbd killers X gn!Reader

Tiktok on my foryou really fueled my writer-self and i'm not even sorry.

"Killer chases MC. MC gets cornered or sumthin and as the killer catches up, MC grabs him by his shirt/jacket/hoodie/thing, slams him into the wall behind him, tears his mask down and kisses him while leaning their full body weight on the killer.

Killer is like 🧍‍♂️

While MC just 🏃 to the hatch/gate."

Enjoy this silly thing and ignore any mistake I might made. English isn't my first language lol

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Ghostface:

You were the only one left. Meg was moried for looping Ghostface for too long and it pissed the killer off. Steve sacrificed himself to save you, since he was already injured and pushed you to run away while he got the killer's attention. Élodie finished the third generator before getting caught, and at that moment the only other survivour was you, who was getting chased by the Ghostface.

You got injured, but got away quick enough to heal yourself, hearing the entity finishing off poor Élodie on the other side of the map. You felt bad, since you could've saved her if it weren't for the killer lurking around the corner of the police station.

You huffed as you finished bandaging your arm and slowly started walking down the dark hallway, not making any sound in case Ghostface was near.

But luck wasn't on your side of course, since he appeared out of nowhere in front of you from the other room and you, by sheer luck got ahold of his shoulders and slammed him against the wall next to you, pinning him there.

You were shocked, as well as him, but to confuse him even further, you pulled his mask up to his nose and kissed him, while putting your whole body weight on him.

He dropped his knife in shock and just stood there, frozen in place. He didn't have enough time to react properly.

The kiss ended a few seconds later and you were gone, running down the hallway, to the main entrance, luckily finding the hatch there, making your escape easier than you thought ever was possible.

Even when you got back you brushed your fingertips against your lips, remembering Ghostface's taste. It was sweet and had an undertone of smoke. He's a smoker, but loves sweets, especially caramel.

The next time you met him, let it be trial or not, he gave you the same treatment, making the kiss last longer with lingering touches of his fingertips brushing down your spine, holding your face and touching your hips.

What was between the two of you was never talked about, but it was obvious for anyone that it was more than a game of cat and mouse.

The Legion, Frank:

One of the gate was already open, Yoichi got injured, but escaped.

Yui out ran the killer and got out as well and Feng was sacrificed already. Poor girl was trying to heal herself, since she had a medkit but made the mistake of making a noise, which alerted the killer.

That left you running from the Legion, trying desperately to get to the gate or at least find the hatch.

Another ding rang around the whole map, signalling the timer going even lower now and that the enitity is waiting to strike you and punish you for not escaping.

You felt it only once, but it was enough to not want to go through it again.

You jumped through a window, falling down from the second floor, making your landing more painful and slowing you down for a few second, which gave enough time for the Legion to catch up.

He walked toward you with such a cocky confidence that it irritated you. But, you got an idea, which made you seem scared, but actually tensing your muscles to get ready and wait for him to get close enough.

When he did, you grabbed him by the front if his hoodie and slammed him against the hay behind him, making him grunt in surprise.

You yanked his mask down from his face, not even giving him a moment to realize what was going on and you kissed him with so much force his knees buckled, you grip on him the only thing keeping him from falling on the ground.

You heared a whimper from him, but you were too focussed to truely do anything about it, or really realize what he just did.

You heard his weapon slip from his hand and that was the moment you pulled away and ran to the gate that was just a few metres away.

You made it out right before the timer went off, leaving Frank alone while he slowly slid down to sit on the ground and stare before himself in shock while panting and blinking like an idiot.

After he caught up about the whole situation, he had a little grin on his face and touched his lips, still tasting you on them.

He decided to wait for the next time he sees you again to give you a rougher treatment, as a thanks for making him realize something about himself.

Even if that something was a thing he swore he hated. Getting himself slammed against something solid was a new and exciting thing he wanted to explore with only you.

Michael Myers:

The two of you were staring at each other. Neither of you moving an inch, while making sure to note any tiny movement the other was making.

The others were dead already, only three gens done, which was a miracle when the trial was with Michael. With him, every single time only one gen was done, he somehow alway knew where everyone was and what they were doing. He finished everyone off with such quickness that even the Entity couldn't influence his perfect efficency.

Until today.

He was angry, it was obvious from the louder-than-usual huffs he was letting out, his shoulders more tense, his grip on his knife made his knuckles even whiter than his already pale skin was.

Something happened to him and you were the last one left, which meant torture until he was satisfied, not letting the Entity interviene.

Not like she ever did, but that's besides the point.

You held your flashlight, breathing as slowly as you could to try and react in time to at least give the impression that you were trying to run away.

You took a step behind you, there was a window, but even if you could just jump out, he would catch up and most likely make you suffering even more painful.

But you had an idea that Feng talked about jokingly. That is a video she saw where there was a girl running from a killer in a haunted house. But she turned around and slammed the masked killer against the wall, pulled his mask up and kissed him. Which made the killer stunned enough for her to run away.

You knew the element of surprise was everything, but Michael was stronger than a normal human, even stronger in trial. But you had to give it a try, for your escape at least or to gain time to locate the hatch.

You moved fast, jumped out quickly and dropped down, making you grunt but step away, seeing the killer climb out and drop down next to you.

You grabbed the giant man by his arms and with your full body weight, you slammed him against the wall behind him, his knees were bent, which gave you enough room to quickly as you could, pull his mask up and slam your lips against his.

Michael tensed up, his right arm shook with the amount of force be was gripping the knife, but he didn't move.

He was like a statue, too still to be human, but the surprise was enough for you to push him to the wall while you pulled away and ran as fast as you could.

You found the hatch without meeting him again.

You were the first person ever to escape the Shape.

Surprising everyone, being asked questions about the "how" and "why". You didn't explain, you couldn't.

And after that, whenever you had a trial with the Shape, you never saw him, but felt his gaze on you and you were always let go.

Why?...You never really got an answer, but on one part you were glad, and on the other you were embarrassed, since you knew exactly why he never approached you again.

What you didn't know is you became more of an obsession to him than Laurie, but a different kind.

A more possessive and dangerous kind.

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aceviscontiswife · 1 year

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hi!! If you're taking requests I was wondering if you could write about Ghostface x (preferably male) killer!reader who is basically a yandere for him and Ghostface finds out because a survivor was crying to the others because reader tortured them for "stealing their man" aka just getting "too close". It would be nice if there was smut but even just ghosties reaction would be fine :)

You're Mine || Danny Johnson

I really enjoyed this! I've never written anything yandere (or male x male) so I apologize for any mistakes I might've made. I hope you enjoy, I had so much fun writing this! P.S., k/n = killer name

Amab! reader. Warnings: killer!reader, sub!Danny, dom!reader, face-fucking,fucking against a tree, spit as lube, fingering, yandere reader, reader is VERY possessive, marking, names such as pet, baby, sweetheart, etc.

"It was...terrifying..." Came quietly from a very distressed Renato, who was trying his best to focus on repairing the generator whilst he spoke. Even while crouched behind the corner of killer shack, eavesdropping on the survivors, Danny could tell Renato was crying. It took all of his strength to stay quiet, to not burst out laughing at the scene before him.

"Why didn't he just kill you? The k/n's never had a problem with killing me..." Danny's brow raises at the mention of your name. You were ruthless, efficient, and scaringly handsome. Danny had no shame in admitting that he liked you, that the mere thought of you had his body heating up. Danny could kill the survivors later, for now, Danny was stuck listening to Renato retell his encounter with you.

"He said I- I was too close to Danny..? I don't know any survivors named Danny..." Renato's voice was shaky, almost inaudible, but Danny had heard him loud and clear. Beneath his mask, Danny was grinning wildly. It was as if his deepest, darkest desires were coming to life right before his eyes. It only got better when Meg, who had been listening to Renato the entire time, stopped repairing the generator and looked at Renato with a look of sheer terror.

"Renato... Danny is Ghostface... k/n was talking about Ghostface." Danny bites his lip to hold back a groan as a wave of arousal spreads through his body. He would definitely be confronting you about this later.

Renato and Meg seemingly abandon the generator, now staring at each other, frozen in fear. "He... I- The things he did to me... All because I.. It doesn't make any sense..." Renato could barely form words, fidgeting with his hands as a tear rolls down his cheek. Meg stood in silence, but the look on her face told Danny everything he needed to know. He was satisfied with what he had learned about you, and steps out from behind his hiding spot, chuckling.

"It doesn't have to make sense." Danny mocks, reveling in the sheer terror that Renato felt as Danny began walking towards him with his bloodied knife pointed towards the survivor. Once he killed this team, he'd be sure to pay you a visit.

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"Why are you doing this to me?!" Cries out Kate, blood gushing out of a nasty looking gash on her forehead. It was quite the sight to see, especially since Kate had it coming to her. "You know why." You had caught wind that Kate had been seen trying to suck up to Danny, and it set you off. Danny was yours, not hers. Who does Kate think she is, messing with your man? You'd make sure she learned, though. Just like you taught Renato.

"I-I just wanted hatch!" You scoff, rolling your eyes as you look down at Kate, a twisted smirk on your face. "You should've been better, then." Kate's eyes go wide as you bring your knife up again, and she begins to all but beg for her mercy. "Please- Don't hurt me! I-I just wanted to escape!" You ignore her, taking a step closer to her. Your knife was stained with Kate's blood, but that wasn't enough for you. A psychotic... disgusting...whore like Kate deserved to suffer, and you were going to make sure she did.

Kate's screams fill the room as you get to work. You would say the sounds of her choking on her own blood was music to your ears, but nothing could beat the husky voice that belonged to Danny. Speaking of, you were going to find him just as soon as you were done settling this, and make sure once and for all that no one messed with your love ever. again.

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Danny's quiet, near silent footsteps echo throughout the woods, his cloak rustling in the wind as he made his way to your shack. Little did he know, you were headed straight for him, still covered in Kate's blood with your knife now discarded. You could hardly think, your mind overflowing with rage and possessiveness.

When you came into Danny's view, he could immediately sense something was up. You'd never looked like...this. A part of him thought you looked hot as fuck, and the other part was scared of you. You were absolutely drenched in blood, stopping mere inches from Danny. You look down at Danny, and right as he begins to speak, you shoot into action. You rip off his mask and smash your lips against his in a possessive, steamy kiss.

Danny moans into the kiss, and that only sets you off even more. A wave of pride courses through you. You were causing Danny to make such sweet sounds... you. No one else. Danny's hands bury themselves in your hair, tugging lightly. Only separating from Danny's lips to take a breath, you push him back against a tree, your hands trailing down his arms and grabbing his wrists.

“Fuck… Happy to see me?” Danny chuckles, separating from the kiss to catch his breath. You don’t respond, pressing him against the tree even harder. Danny groans softly, his cock twitching as he begins to get hard. “What- What brought this on…?” His voice was strained, his eyes half-lidded as he spoke.

“Survivors don’t know their fucking place. You’re mine. No one else owns you—Fuck… only me. I’m gonna make sure everyone knows that.” Danny can’t help but moan at your words, now fully erect as his dick strained uncomfortably against his pants. He leans his head back against the tree, his eyes closing. “Please…” Danny’s voice was soft; this was a side of him you had never seen before, and it only made you want to keep going. Like Danny, you were near desperate to free your member from the confines of your clothes. You wanted to fuck him senseless right here, against the tree, where you could easily be caught if someone were to walk through here.

“Please what? Use your words, Danny…” You let go of his wrists, taking a step back and crossing your arms. The knowing grin on your face was driving Danny wild and you knew it.

“Please… fuck- Please just fuck me already.” Your brow raises, you were surprised by Danny’s bluntness. You chuckle quietly, shaking your head. “Was that a demand?” Your voice was low, and you take a small step towards Danny, looking down at him. You could see his obvious bulge, and you were certain he could see yours as well. “You listen to me, sweetheart, not the other way around.”

Danny nods, shocked by his own submissiveness. His gaze travels from your face to your chest, and finally to the growing bulge in your pants. You weren’t going to be small, that much was obvious. “S-Sorry…” You can’t help but laugh as Danny apologizes, a feeling of pride rushing through you. He was completely at your command. Danny fucking Johnson was submitting to you.

“That’s alright, Danny… but I’m still gonna have to teach you who’s in charge.” You pause for a moment, bringing a hand up to Danny’s face and cupping his jaw. Your other hand began to undo your belt as you spoke again. “I want you to suck my fucking dick, got it? Be a good little pet and get on your knees, now.”

Your words sent a shiver down Danny’s spine, and he followed your command almost instantly. He drops to his knees, his eyes going wide as you remove your pants, kicking them aside. Your member strained against your boxers, and it wasn’t long until your boxers joined your pants. Danny stared at your now exposed cock, glancing up at you with wide eyes.

“Take as much as you can. I wanna see you choke on my dick.” Danny nods, wrapping a shaky hand around the base of your cock. You groan softly as Danny presses a kiss to your tip, licking off the precum dripping down your dick. “Stop teasing.” You command, bringing a hand down and grabbing a fistful of Danny’s hair.

Danny takes your tip into his mouth, not breaking eye contact with you as he begins to bob his head slowly. “What did I-“ You shove Danny’s head down harshly, forcing him to take a majority of your length. “Fucking. Tell. You?” Your hips jerk, a groan escaping your lips as you feel Danny gag and choke on your cock. His nails are digging into your thighs, his eyes screwing shut as tears welled in them.

You were relentless, your loud moans and grunts filling the dark forest as you fucked Danny’s face. “God— yes… Your mouth feels so good, baby.” Danny moans at your words, tears rolling down his cheeks as the tip of your dick hit the back of your throat with each of your thrusts. He’d never been with anyone like you before… he was loving this new experience more than he wanted to admit. Danny bobs his head faster, taking you as deep as he possibly could.

“Fuck- you just want me to cum in your mouth, don’t you? You wanna feel my hot cum in your mouth, hmm?” Danny’s eyes snap open, and he meets your gaze with a pleading look in his eyes. You knew exactly what he wanted… which is why you pulled out of his mouth, chuckling as Danny coughed and panted for breath. He whines, his brows furrowing as the lustful hue in his eyes switches to one of confusion.

“Oh, baby… I’m gonna cum in your ass first. I gotta let everyone know who you belong to, don’t I?” You hold out your hand, offering to help Danny stand up. He takes your hand, and as soon as he’s standing, you turn him around and press him against the tree. “Fuck—!” Danny curses, but you shush him by placing your finger against his lips. “Quiet. Save that pretty voice for when you’re screaming my name.” Danny looks back at you, moaning softly as you begin to undo his pants.

“Look at you… moaning so sweetly and I haven’t even touched you yet.” You rest your head on Danny’s shoulder, undoing his pants and letting them pool around his ankles. “Do you want me to touch you, babe? Do you want me to fuck you?” You ask, pressing your lips against Danny’s neck. “Yes… god yes, Y/n…” You chuckle at his answer, your fingertips trailing over his clothed erection. Danny squirms under your touch, bracing himself against the tree with his hands. “Please…”

You slip a hand under his boxers, gathering some precum off of the tip of his cock. Danny hisses, moaning quietly. You slip your hand out of his boxers, bringing your fingers to your mouth and sucking the precum off of them. Your free hand pulls down Danny’s boxers, wrapping around his dick as soon as it was free from his boxers. Danny moans loudly, his head falling back against your shoulder.

"You sound so pretty... all of this, just for me."

"Please, Y/n... I need you.." Danny's voice was quiet, but the lust and yearning behind it was evident. He looked so desperate, his hips jerking up into your hand... You couldn't keep him waiting any longer, could you? You pull away from Danny, spitting on your middle and index fingers and pressing them against his hole. "You ready?" Danny nods in response, gasping as your fingers slide into him. "Fuck-- Y/n-!" You gave Danny a moment to adjust to the feeling of your fingers before you began to move them, stretching him out so he could take you easier.

"God- I need you, Y/n! I can take you, just- Please!" You laugh at Danny's words, but you can't ignore the shiver they send down your spine, or the way your dick twitches as a delicious moan escapes his lips. You pull your fingers out of him, pressing the tip of your member against his hole.

"Beg for it." Your command was simple, as well as the breaking point for Danny. "Please, Y/n! I need you to fuck me- I wanna be yours-! Fuck, I need to be- AHH~!" You cut Danny off as you suddenly slide into him, groaning as Danny yells out, his back arching as you set a fast pace, giving him little time to adjust. The forest was filled with the sounds of Danny's moans and skin slapping skin, and you were sure someone had to be onto what you were doing by now.

"If- hah, if someone catches us... I'm gonna break their fucking legs so they can't run and force them to watch me cum in your tight little ass. You- You'd like that, hmm?" Danny nods frantically, unable to form words. You bring a hand to wrap around Danny's member, jerking him off as you thrust into him.

"Gonna mark you up- your pretty neck is gonna be covered with my marks." You pant out, trailing kisses down Danny's neck until you reach his sweet spot, suddenly biting down onto his flesh. Danny moans, his nails digging into the tree so deeply that they were bleeding. The sight was enough to elicit a groan from you as you began to leave marks on Danny's neck, all the way to his collarbone.

"Fuck- Just like that, Y/n-!" Danny already felt so close. He was overwhelmed by all of the pleasure, his eyes screwed shut as he took you. You could tell Danny was close, and if you were being honest, you were too. "Gonna make you mine- Mine." You push deeper, Danny moaning out as your tip hits his prostate. It was getting harder and harder to hold off his orgasm, you could tell simply from the way his cock twitched in your hand that he needed to cum.

"Oh my god- Y/n- I'm gonna cum! Please- don't stop!" You chuckle, keeping up your brutal pace. "Cum with me, Danny." You jerk Danny's cock harder, pushing him to his peak. Danny finishes with a scream of your name, his cum spurting out and onto the tree. You follow behind shortly after Danny, your teeth sinking into his shoulder as your hot cum fills him. "Fuck, Danny... So good." You pant, slowly pumping your cock into him a few more times before pulling out.

You watch as your cum drips out of his ass, a satisfied grin on your face as you gather some on your finger and push it back into Danny, causing him to yelp and squirm against your touch.

"You're mine, Danny. All mine."

#dead by daylight #danny johnson #ghostface dbd #ghostface x reader #dbd smut #ghostface x y/n #ghostface #danny johnson dbd #danny johnson smut #ghostface smut

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slashthrashandcrash · 8 days

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@dilophosauridae455 i like the Bug Man.............he will be assimilated into my own Daniel Son of John brainrot..................

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daughterofyeshuaa · 11 months

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Is it okay if I request Danny Johnson with a daughter reader and she’s also a survivor? The other survivors found out she’s related to him and don’t trust her or bully her. Danny one day witnesses the bullying when he has a trial against her.

HII! Damn I'm actually quite excited to write this one...!! Hope you enjoy ~

Danny Johnson x Daughter! Reader

You were aware of the fact that you were conceived by The GhostFace and your mother . Your mother, (M/N), told you all about your father and his horrendous deeds. You were... In awe. At how HORRIBLE he sounded.

One day in particular, you felt a fog consume your body.

"Moth-" you try to call out for her, but it was too late at this point. You were gone.

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You woke up in a strange place, with a campfire and many other people. You sat up confused "Who are you people? W-where am I ?" you asked innocently.

"I'm Vittorio, and you are?"

"Y/n"

He proceeds to explain your situation, which baffled you "huh? It can't be..." you feel a little panicked.

"Don't worry, we'll teach you!" Feng smiled. You found new friends! Or so you thought..

TIME SKIP

You were in a trail, your first trail. You were working on a gen, peacefully until you were exposed. Huh?!

You turn around, and to your surprise there he was.

The GhostFace.

"Father stop!" you yelled. The survivors heard your voice, and came to your rescue only to see you in the arms of the killer, him stroking your hair "Y/n.."

"She's teaming with him.." Meg told the survivors.

They made it their mission to sandbag you. To get you killed.

Danny had let you go and you ran off to the other survivors.

"Hey guys, sorry about tha-"

"You traitor!" Meg yelled.

"Huh?!"

"You're teaming with him?! Are you going to get us killed?!" David yelled.

"No! Are you crazy? He's my father you nitwit! That's why he let me go.."

"What a freak! You're the daughter of a monster!" Feng laughed.

Danny, using his stealth ability, krept behind Feng and plunged his knife in her back, and took care of the rest, leaving them slugged on the ground. He took you in his arms "If they ever, EVER bully you again, let me know and I'll tell the Entity, after all, we have a special bond" he said, referring to the bond of his and the Entity's.

"Father... Thank you" this felt so sick and twisted, yet it felt so right.

"As for you people" he looked at your bleeding "friends".

"I will get you killed, PERMANENTLY, if you mess with my daughter ever again.."

#danny johnson #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dbd #dead by daylight #Danny Johnson x Daughter reader is my favourite #danny johnson x reader

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One way, or another, I'm gonna get ya

⇢ Pairing: Ghostface/Meg Thomas

⇢ Length: Multi-chapter

⇢ Synopsis: Left the only remaining survivor, Meg's best bet is to find the hatch before the killer does. Ghostface might have more in mind than just that though...

⇢ CW: SUGGESTIVE!! I am still very much a sfw blog but this is most certainly the most suggestive thing I have posted.

⇢ A/N: Inspired by slash's very wonderful GhostMeg artwork! Thank you very much for reviving my favorite ship!!

Meg bolted upwards, stray sparks nipping at her fingers as she hastily released the wires in the generator, waiting with baited breath. Above the mechanic chuffing, she could hear Dwight’s panicked scream cutting out, deathly silence darting into the space behind, pressing against her chest and making it hard to breathe.

Her fingers twitched, eyes scanning the area around before the death tomb rang out, startling Meg enough for a flinch. She watched the Entity’s long grasp come down, reaching across the map to retrieve his body. Meg allowed herself a moment for her heart to bleed for her friend, no doubt killed in terror, before swiftly turning to her left to duck behind a large rock close to the wall.

Claudette had been the first to go, collected by the Entity off of a hook; Jake not too long after, mori’d, considering that he had never reached his second hook.

She swallowed thickly, cautiously peeking out before darting to the next closest hiding spot. With Dwight gone, Meg was the last remaining survivor. And with two generators left to complete, she had better odds to find the hatch than to attempt the typical method.

She strained her ears for any careless scuffle against the ground to warn her of the incoming killer- not that the elusive, stealthy Ghostface would ever do such a thing- before hesitantly peeking out. When no killer lunged at her face, she tiptoed out, drawing herself in, taunt like a spring, before she burst into a sprint, eyes and ears peeled for any sign of her exit.

All she had to do was find it first- and considering she’d run the map enough times to nearly know it like the back of her hand- it shouldn’t be too hard. … Hopefully.

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Meg panted, half hunched over as she hovered between two boulders, knees bent and poised to bolt. The bastard before stood casually, stance hardly tense- a lie though, Meg knew if she tried to bolt past him, he’d be at her before she could even blink. He idly twirled his knife in his grasp, before throwing it upwards, snatching it out of the air without taking his mask off of her for a moment. Meg hunched lower, skin prickling uncomfortably from his piercing gaze.

She flinched as he crossed an arm over his chest, propping his head on his other hand and tilting it slightly, sighing dramatically.

“Listen, darling-,” Ghostface drawled. Meg tensed, jerking to the left to fake him out before she leaped to the right. Her knees buckled, giving out from under her and she bit down on a yelp, stumbling to straighten herself.

She drew up, back into the same position, the killer before her now several paces closer, hands stretched out as if he were approaching a small, terrified animal.

Perhaps he had some reason to- Meg bristled uncomfortably, half tempted to bare her teeth at him, the air tense, her fatigue chaining her in place. Both of them knew she was cornered, Meg just wasn’t one to go down without a fight.

The hatch hadn’t been in any of its typical locations, and by the time Meg had wasted precious minutes nearly upturning the entire map for it, Ghostface had managed to catch a glimpse of her, locking in with vigorous precision.

The game of cat and mouse had gone on longer than Meg had expected. Each moment she thought she was finally free to take a breather, Ghostface would leap out at her, trying to corral her as she’d bolt off by the skin of her teeth. By now her feet and legs ached from her constant running, and several strands of her hair had drifted loose from her braids and now clung uncomfortably to her wet skin.

Obviously the killer looked no worse for wear, as calm and cocky as always. Meg knew him a tad bit better than that though, could see the tenseness in his shoulders, the coil in his frame, the jerkiness in his movements when he’d lunge and miss. He was tired of this.

Meg shifted uncomfortably, drawing into herself, trying to gather the last dredges of her strength for one last sprint. Maybe she’d get lucky this time, maybe the Entity would finally take pity on her and allow her her freedom from the trial (wishful thinking, but a girl could hope).

Ghostface struck at her moment of absent mindedness, lunging at Meg before her head snapped in his direction, reflexes too strained and exhausted to react. She yelped, scrambling backwards as she tripped over her own feet, slamming against the hard ground.

She gasped for air, the breath knocked out of her as stars danced in her vision, the darkness at the edges slithering and threatening to cover her vision. She forced a breath in, coughing as her lungs protested and her throat threatened to close. Another and the darkness receded, Meg finally returning to her own body as she forced strained breaths before the action became second nature. Her vision wavered, swimming in colors, before finally settling, her brain processing the view a moment later as her breath hitched.

A long, desolate white mask filled her entire vision, close enough that Meg could hear the concealed breathing behind it, his covered gaze boring straight into her face. She tried to jolt away, realizing a moment too late that her movements were halted by Ghostface, a strong hand encircling each of her wrists and keeping them pinned down. Panic thrummed in her chest and Meg spurned it into her legs, kicking up at him and trying to draw her knees up high enough to hit him in the groin.

The killer had prepared for that though, straddling her while she’d tried to catch her breath, a firm pressure on each side of her hips keeping her contained and him high enough that Meg couldn’t reach.

A low chuckle came from him as panic flashed in Meg's eyes, her movements jerky and exhausted, straining against his hold and scrambling at the ground in an attempt for any leverage to shove herself away. He leaned in, the redhead freezing, watching with wide eyes as the mask pressed itself against the side of her neck, flinching as an exhale of warm air expelled against her vulnerable flesh. Her body locked stiffly, a cold chill crawling up her spine despite the sheen of sweat that coated her.

Ghostface inhaled deeply and Meg cringed, uncomfortably attempting to shift away to no avail. He followed her movements, chuckling at her exasperation and panic.

“C’mon, I just want to play with you a bit, pretty girl,” he teased, Meg able to feel his grin against her neck. She tensed as fabric rustled next to her ear, straining to glance over for his next movements, heart jackhammering in her chest. A cheek pressed against hers and Meg flinched hard enough to nearly knock her head against the ground. She froze completely, blood settling into ice as the grin pressed against her throat, no fabric covering to protect her now.

“Wait- wait-” she scrambled, panicked, flinching once more as a kiss pressed against her exposed collar, her blood thrumming against her veins. Warm air traveled upwards to her cheek, hovering above her as Meg tilted her head as far back as she could, eyes slammed shut before a soft sensation settled onto her face.

She flinched once more, drawing into herself as much as she could, trying to raise her shoulders to hide herself. Ghostface gave a low chuckle, easily shifting to bury his nose in her neck, lowering closer onto above her as Meg panicked.

“Wait- wait- you don’t-”, she kicked helplessly, tongue screwed into knots in her mouth, saliva evaporating in fear. She was a runner, darting away from grabs or weapons, leaping over windows, keeping at a distance. She wasn’t- what was she supposed to do for- for this?!

Her scrambled thoughts were interrupted with a soft pressure on the corner of her mouth, Meg stiffening as she startled. Ghostface’s shoulders shook in amusement at her reaction, lowering his body to trap her completely against the ground.

“You weren’t thinking of a way to try to get away, were you, hun?” He teased as Meg panicked, legs kicking fruitlessly in the air as she strained against his hold. His mouth drifted close to hers before he shifted upwards, pressing a soft kiss to edge of her brow as she screwed her face up tensely.

“You’re just so adorable. I could eat you right up,” he breathed above her, warm air fanning her face as the survivor pressed further into the ground, glancing desperately at the glimpses of the sky above his frame. The Entity would never let a match go on so long, punishing any attempts to take a break within its games. Where was it now?? Why hadn’t she been forcefully grabbed out of the trial yet?!

“Are you looking for help?” Ghostface teased, Meg’s gaze immediately snapping to him. She could only see his mouth curling into a satisfied, coy grin from her angle, drifting closer as Meg turned away once more.

“Oh don’t worry,” he soothed, a hand releasing her wrist to brush through her loose braid, snapping the elastic at the bottom to release it. A strand of her hair was gently clasped in his hand, pulled to his mouth as Meg trembled in exhaustion, tense in the face of the unknown. His lips pressed down, kissing it gently as his grin peeked over it, the redhead feeling as though she were doused in a bucket of cold water.

“I made sure we wouldn’t get interrupted.”

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deady-nightshade · 2 years

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About this Blog: Dead by Daylight Edition

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

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

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

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

Content Offered

HeadCanons (HC)

Blurbs (500 words or less.)

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

Content Guide (sexual content wise)

🔪 Knife: SFW

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

💀 Skull: Hard NSFW (penetrative sex)

Killers

Ghostface (Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen)

Trapper (Evan MacMillan)

Pyramid Head

Pinhead (Hell Priest)

Wraith (Philip Ojomo)

Legion (Frank, Joey, Susie, and Julie)

Trickster (Ji-Woon Hak)

Huntress (Anna)

Artist (Carmina Mora

Blight (Talbot Grimes)

Survivors

Leon Scott Kennedy

Jake Park

Quentin Smith

David King

Felix Richter

Meg Thomas

Mikaela Reid

Kate Denson

Cheryl Mason

Ada Wong

Feng Min

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

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