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Tag, You’re It - Danny Johnson
┊ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — one-shot.
┊ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — Danny Johnson x afab!reader.
┊ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — SMUT! dubious consent, descriptions of gore, vaginal sex, use of knife handle for penetration, dirty talk, unprotected sex, no aftercare, Danny is literally his own warning.
┊ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 2,982.
┊ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ I got this idea after listening to Tag, You’re It by Melanie Martinez. Takes place during Dead by Daylight. I don’t own the rights to Danny or DBD. You’re just trying to survive another trial when Danny proposes a little game.
“Oh, you were so close, kitten!” A mirthless chuckle slipped from the macabre figure perched above you, his hips pinning you to the frigid earth. Your struggles had promptly ceased once his steel blade found purchase against your throat.
“And to think, one more step and you would have been home free,” he tsked, blade digging further into your sensitive flesh to reveal a crimson stream. “Didn’t know you could be so cruel, kitten, trying to leave me on my lonesome without so much as a goodbye kiss.”
“Fuck you, Danny,” you spat, glaring into the shadowy abyss of black fabric that concealed his eyes. “Kill me and be done with it, I’m sick of playing your fucked up games.”
An audible gasp sounded beneath the foreboding mask, a gloved hand - the one not preoccupied with mutilating you - covering his heart in feigned shock. “Y/n you wound me! Where’s your fighting spirit, huh? C’mon, I know you have that ‘I’ll go out kicking and screaming’ final girl mentality.”
You were mere feet from a successful trial, sparing a glance toward the cement hatch. What anger bubbled in your chest was steadily replaced with fatigue, an overwhelming sense of feebleness rendering your fight or flight instinct futile. You pressed your scorched fingertips into the dirt beneath you. A shaky breath pierced through pursed lips, frustrated tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as you realized just how close you had been to besting the Ghost Face.
“Aw, doll. You’re so pretty when you cry for me,” Danny cooed, his blade smearing blood on your cheek as it moved to collect the pearly drops. “Tell you what, I’m feeling generous. Play one last little game with yours truly, and I’ll let you have the hatch.”
Mouth agape, you waited for the inevitable ‘ha, gotcha’ moment. When Danny remained silent - a phenomena in itself, you finally responded, “what game?”
“Atta girl.” He lowered his head until cheap plastic scraped your cheek, his faux mouth resting by your ear. Leather and copper flooded your senses, head reeling at the intimacy of his proximity. “You’re familiar with tag, aren’t you, doll?”
You scoffed, “tag?”
“That’s what I said, Y/n.” You could feel the deep chuckle rumble through his chest. “Try to keep up, sweet thing, you’re smarter than that. Now, if I catch you - and we both know I will - I get to do whatever I want with you.”
“But you won’t kill me?” The question was more breathless than you intended. Whatever he wanted? Your cooperation was founded on the promise of making it out alive. Still, you couldn’t help but hesitate. If Danny’s intention wasn’t to give you to the entity, what did he want?
“Cross my heart hope to die, kitten.” His words dripped with deranged glee, the rough edge to his voice sending shivers down your spine. “I’ll even give you a ten second head start, being the generous fella I am.”
“Fine,” you conceded. “Get the hell off me so we can get this over with.”
“There’s the Y/n I know and love.” A leather clad hand wrapped around your throat, using the leverage to drag you to your feet. You reluctantly complied, attempting to ignore the traitorous heat that pooled in your abdomen.
You sprinted in the opposite direction the moment he released you.
Aside from a guaranteed win, this game hardly differed from the demented reality of every trial. You were perpetually haunted by that damned mask - led to slaughter each time the sanctity of the campfire was torn away. Unlike your counterparts, your penchant for fighting back had earned Danny’s favor from day one. His insatiable obsession blossomed during your first trial, when you drove a jagged plank through his abdomen.
Had you predicted he would save you for last each trial, you wouldn’t have been so damn heroic.
Your lungs burned, legs aching as your pace gradually relented. You spared a glance over your shoulder to determine Danny’s proximity. Though momentarily relieved to be greeted by empty darkness, his absence ultimately proved equally troubling. Ghost Face was synonymous with stealth, often remaining undetected until his signature hunting blade was buried deep in your gut. It was impossible to determine where he prowled now.
Haddonfield offered little room to be chased. Eventually, you would have to loop back to the hatch in order to escape, a feat which would require you to pass through the decrepit homes. Though entering structures always proved to be a precarious gamble, remaining on the street much longer practically ensured your capture.
You bypassed the first few houses you passed with the intention of throwing Danny off your trail. Zig-zagging through abandoned vehicles, you staggered toward the Myers residence in hopes of a momentary reprieve. Hiding in the abandoned building was futile - Danny had prompted a game of tag after-all. The moment you ceased moving he would be there, his merciless shadows ensnaring you. You prayed slipping through the rooms undetected would buy you some time.
Pausing briefly upon entering, you attempted to regulate your rapid breathing in order to detect his presence. Satisfied, you darted into the kitchen to grab a butcher’s knife from the familiar wooden block. Danny hadn’t specified rules regarding self defense - his mistake. Should the occasion arise, you fully intended on making grabbing you a hellish feat.
No sooner had you grabbed the knife did a familiar dark chuckle sound from the doorway to the porch. You turned slowly towards the culprit, as if minor movements would shroud you from his gaze.
“Really, bunny? The Myer’s house? Tsk, never knew you were so cliché.” Well, at least you knew where he was now. Spinning on your feet, you sprinted back toward the main entrance. Knowing Danny, the moment you stepped out onto the porch he would be there to grab you, blade against your throat and arms encircling your waist. Hesitation would cost you precious seconds, leaving you to scamper up the stairway on shaky legs.
“Annndd going up the stairs?” His distant voice only caused you to increase your pace. “Y/n, haven’t I taught you to be better than those horror movie bimbos?”
As you reached the room with a large opening to the roof, you couldn’t resist screaming a hearse, “Fuck you, asshole!” Once on the roof, you would slip into the backyard and make a swift exit back to the hatch. You could taste victory on your tongue, beyond pleased to have outwitted Ghost Face.
Or at least that was the plan.
You hadn’t planned on Danny tackling you mere feet from the roof, his imposing figure weighing heavy on your back. Thrashing beneath him proved futile. He grabbed your wrists with little resistance, pinning your arms by your head. The cold hardwood was pressed roughly against your cheek, and from the awkward angle you watched as his mask lowered to your ear.
“Tag, you’re it.” His deep chuckle reverberated through your spine.
“Let me up, Danny, and I’ll gladly come get you.” Clutching the butcher knife tighter, you wriggled your ass slightly in hopes of providing a momentary distraction. A throaty groan sounded above you, his hips digging further into your own. His grasp loosened, and you used your remaining strength to twist on your back. You were quick to extend the blade toward him in a punishing stab. But Danny was always quicker.
“Feisty,” he growled, his hand encircling your wrist and slamming it to the ground with excessive force. A small yelp escaped you as the knife flew from your grasp.
“But I think you’re forgetting the rules, kitten. Naughty girl.” You were pinned beneath him once more, glare burning through his black mesh. “Let me remind you what happens when you don’t. fucking. listen.”
Danny shifted, capturing both your wrists in one hand, his knife skimming your waist. The cool steel scraped against your stomach as it lifted your shirt. Before you could even comprehend struggling, your hip burned with a familiar intensity. Searing pain crept up your side as Danny sliced into your sensitive flesh - a hiss escaping through clenched teeth in a poor attempt not to scream. The blade curved against you, shallow in its path but agonizing enough to demonstrate his wrath.
“Ah, perfect!” Danny leaned back on his heels to observe his work. Your eyes drifted down to observe a jagged “D” carved into the left side of your hip.
“You sick fuck!” You shouted, all thoughts of self preservation having dissipated. The wound would heal upon returning to the campfire, but it didn’t stop the blinding rage that permeated your senses.
“Oh, Y/n,” he snarled, using the blade to slice through the middle of your tank-top. “You have no idea just how sick I really am.” He traced the steel around the top of your exposed breasts, humming his approval as your breath hitched. The knife slipped beneath the thin fabric in the middle of your bra, exposing your chest to his ravenous gaze. A traitorous moan slipped from your lips - a wanton sound that you attempted to disguise as disgust by struggling beneath him.
“Danny-” his name tumbled from your throat with unintended reverence. Your voice trembled with thinly veiled desire, leaving you to pinch your lips together. You desperately hoped Danny hadn’t recognized your slip.
“Fuck, kitten, I love it when you say my name.” His hips bore into your own with bruising pressure, forcing a haphazard squeal from you in response. Admittedly, this wasn’t the first time that you had been in a compromising position beneath the killer. While the previous instances had ended in your untimely demise, this moment whispered promises of something more - something deep-seated that you could never come back from.
“You know, I can’t count how many times I’ve heard your screams of pain,” he muttered, the deep, guttural sound going straight to your core. “I can’t wait to hear what you sound like screaming for more.” Without further warning, his chilled, leather fingertips pushed past your denim shorts, briefly grazing the hem of your panties.
You didn’t recognize the sound that emitted from the depths of your chest as he slid into you - facing little resistance much to your dismay. His finger curled, stimulating a part of you that hadn’t been unearthed for far too long. Dragging in and out, hitting a spot that made your vision dance with speckles of white, you couldn’t find the strength to resist his ministrations.
“You like this, don’t you? What a dirty little girl you are, bunny.” His voice fractured your lust-fueled haze, attempting to slip your hands from his grasp as you bucked beneath him. Your resistance hardly fazed Danny, earning no more than an amused tsk as he tightened his hold.
“Now, now, bunny. If you’re going to be naughty and not play by the rules, I’m going to have to punish you.” A wisp of fear at the promise of discipline caused your core to clench. Danny groaned as he removed his fingers completely, the sudden emptiness sobering your senses. The reprieve was short-lived, the leather previously working you replaced with the blunt handle of a familiar knife.
“What the fuck -” Your words slipped into an unexpected cry of pleasure as the handle brushed your center with expert precision. Discomfort melded into bliss, your will to fight a distant echo in the recesses of your mind. His concept of ‘punishment’ seemed skewed, particularly as a skilled finger danced along your clit in tandem with the blade’s thrusts. Your eyes fluttered close, walls clenching with bruising force as you reached the precipice - nearly pushed over that delicious edge -
And just as soon as sweet release had been promised, it was stolen.
A pitiful whine escaped you as his attention ceased, robbing you of the peak you so desperately craved. Ah, punishment, indeed.
“Ah, ah, Y/n. Only good girls get to cum.” Danny adjusted his position so his hips were once again pressed firmly between your legs. Much to your dismay, the coarse fabric of his pants caused you to grind against him - desperately searching for friction.
“I might consider being merciful and letting you cum on my cock if you beg me for it.” His deep rasp trailed into a lilting tone, teasing you - humiliating you. Even in all your torturous deaths dealt by Danny’s blade, you had never begged him to spare you. Though your hips chased his, desperate to ease the ache between your legs, you would sooner die than plead for him to fuck you.
“You call that merciful?” You scoffed, attempting to ease the tremble in your voice. “You’re even more fucked up than I thought if you think I want you.”
“Oh, I think you’re pretty fucked in the head yourself, kitten.” Those fingers slid between your thighs once more, gliding up your center to collect evidence of your arousal. “You can lie to yourself all you want. But see this?” He pressed the glistening leather to your lips, forcing your mouth open to taste your body’s betrayal. “This doesn’t lie.”
“So, you’re going to be a good girl, and you’re going to take everything I have to offer. Every. Last. Goddamn. Inch,” he growled, each word only fueling your thinly veiled desire. You wanted to protest - wanted to kick and scream like a good little survivor. But something within you, some deep, animalistic urge only satiated by the thrill of danger, wouldn’t permit it. Maybe Danny was right. Maybe the endless torment of fighting to survive fueled something savage - a ruinous need to be ravaged by the enemy.
Saving you from the false pretenses of your moral obligation to resist, Danny flipped you onto your stomach in a swift motion. One firm arm wrapped around your waist, using the leverage to lift your hips up. With your face and arms planted to the floor, the harsh arch of your figure placed your bare ass on display for Danny.
Without warning, two fingers were buried deep within you, setting a brutal pace that set your body ablaze with burning embers. Just as your walls began to flutter, Danny removed his fingers before delivering a sharp slap to your sensitive flesh. He waited a moment, allowing you to drift further from the promise of release, before claiming you once more. You lost track of time as he continued to edge you - cooing dirty words in your ear and chuckling at your growing frustration.
“You know how to make this stop, kitten.” Your body ached, core pulsing as his touch parted once more. Danny trailed his blade down your thighs, collecting the slick of your arousal. You had been so determined not to beg. But now as you burned with stifled desire, begging for release seemed preferable to continuing this torture.
“Danny,” you whined, aghast at how difficult stringing together a sentence had become. “Please, please, just fuck me already you fucking psychotic -”
You were cut off by your own hoarse scream as Danny pushed into you, forcing you to take his entire length in one fatal thrust. You arched further into the ground, allowing him to reach impossibly deeper as he brushed your cervix. He was so big, feeling as though he would split you apart as he snapped his hips against yours.
“That’s it, Y/n - fuck, you’re so tight. Bet you haven’t had anybody fuck this sweet cunt like this, have you?” You could only moan in response, clenching around him.
A gloved hand fisted your hair, pulling your head back roughly so his mask rested by your ear. “I asked you a fucking question, bunny. Nobody fucks you like this, do they?”
“No!” You squealed. “Only you, Danny - Danny.” His pace increased as you whimpered his name, thrusts intensifying until your looming orgasm was forced upon you. Your body trembled as your release washed over you, waves of fierce pleasure threatening to consume your very existence.
“Yes - yes, that’s my girl.” He didn’t slow down, allowing you no reprieve from the overstimulation that wracked your core. You attempted to pull away, to form a coherent thought that would save you from the onslaught of fervent sensations.
“Danny s’too much,” you slurred. A venomous laugh sounded in turn as he flipped you over again, hands gripping the undersides of your thighs to press your knees to your chest. He resumed his brutal pace, brushing the pad of his thumb against your clit as you writhed helplessly beneath him.
“C’mon, Y/n, you can take one more can’t you?” That familiar pressure was already building. You forced your fluttering eyes to gaze upon his mask, the mere sight of his looming presence causing you to tumble over the edge once more. You screamed his name, overwhelmed by the earth-shattering intensity of your climax.
“Fuck, yes, that’s it,” he groaned. Danny’s pace became frenzied, each thrust forcing brutally past your fluttering walls. “You want me to fill you up, don’t you? You want to be dripping with my cum when you sit around that campfire with your pathetic little friends.”
“Fuck. You,” You managed, the breathy words lacking their usual bite. Your fire only spurred him on as he buried himself to the hilt within you, hot ropes of his cum coating your insides.
As he slipped from you, allowing you to come down from your orgasmic high, the weight of your actions settled in your chest with crushing realization. Danny placed a finger under your chin to return your gaze to him - an uncharacteristically gentle gesture.
Whatever insults you prepared to spew were quickly lost as he moved his mask - revealing a finely sculpted jaw covered in dark stubble. He leaned in close, pouty lips hovering above your own and stealing the breath from your lungs.
“Until next time, kitten. And there will be a next time.”
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I'm really new to Dead by Daylight and I'm really enjoying your fics. So, story prompt:
Reader is a survivor who was just gifted a new outfit by the entity that, unknown to reader includes a pair of remote control vibrating panties. Then reader shows up in a trial with the killer who reader has been flirting with and secretly crushing on and killer (who flirts right back and also has a crush on reader) finds a mysterious remote in their pocket.
I'd love Danny and Frank (separately, please) and anyone else you feel like writing.)
Survivor!Reader wearing remote controlled vibrating panties in a trial
Killers: Danny (Ghostface), Frank (Legion), Wesker.
Afab!Reader. Warnings: petnames such as dollface, babygirl, babe, and dearest. Vibrating panties (that reader was not aware of), masturbation, Wesker’s a bit of an ass at first.
•When you wake up in the cornfields of Coldwind, you don’t suspect anything at first. You were loving your new outfit, it fit you perfectly and showed off your assets. You were hoping to see Ghostface this trial, since you knew this outfit would probably send him into overdrive.
•Its only when you begin to work on a generator when you feel a light vibration against your womanhood. It sends a tingle down your spine and straight to your core. Your thighs press together in an attempt to conceal the steadily growing arousal, but it only seems to make it stronger. You had no idea what was causing this, but it had to be some cruel prank of the entity’s.
•Danny was a little confused when he found the small remote in his pocket, and after a few seconds of staring down at the remote in his hand, he pressed one of the buttons.
•It didn’t take Danny very long to find you, all by yourself, wearing the sexiest clothes Danny’s ever seen. That alone was enough to get him hard, but what he saw next nearly sent him insane. You slapped a hand over your mouth, your thighs squirming against each other as you moan against your hand. You could barely even work on the generator… That’s when Danny put two and two together, and oh man, you were in for a treat.
“Oh, dollface…” You whip around to face where the voice—Danny’s voice came from. He was standing behind you, leaning against a stack of crates with a small remote in his hand. You begin to speak, but your words are taken from you and replaced with a gasp as Danny presses one of the remotes buttons, the vibrating sensation in your panties growing even stronger. Danny laughed at the sight, pushing himself off of the crates and taking a step towards you. “Looks like the entity gave us both a gift, hmm?” Danny watches you grab onto the generator to support yourself, a strangled moan escaping your lips as he cranks up the vibrations to their highest setting. “I say we enjoy our treat.”
•When Frank found a small remote in his pocket, he immediately did what anyone would’ve done—he pressed the buttons. All of them.
•Needless to say, you were caught off guard when a there sudden strong vibrating sensation in your panties. It was a lot, also very confusing. After a few seconds, you had grown used to the sensations. It didn’t take long until you were rendered into a hazy, pleasure-filled state of bliss.
•You barely managed to get yourself to the killer shack, leaning against one of the lockers and biting down on your hand to keep quiet. Your free hand was shoved up your shirt, teasing your breasts through your bra.
•That’s how Frank found you, his eyes going wide behind the mask and his cock twitching in his pants as he watched you touch yourself. Your hips were grinding up into the air, and it was only when Frank heard a faint buzzing did he realize what was going on. It was like a flip of a switch, Frank went from shocked and a little confused to very turned on and very aware of what he was doing to you. Trial be damned, Frank was going to enjoy this alot more than killing some idiotic survivors.
“Fuck, babygirl… You couldn’t wait till the trial was over, could you?” You stop in your tracks when you hear Frank, your eyes snapping open to be met with the sight of Frank leaning against shacks doorway, remote in hand. He shakes his head when you stop, pressing one of the buttons on the remote and amplifying the vibrations in your panties. “Didn’t say you could stop, did I?” Frank groans when you begin to touch yourself again, the masked killer reaching down to rub his cock through his jeans. “Good girl… You want me to make it feel even better? I can make you feel amazing, babe.”
•At first, Wesker ignored the small remote in his pocket. He had a job to do, after all. The only distraction he allowed was you, anything else was simply not important to him. It was soon becoming hard to ignore, however, and Wesker angrily admits to himself that he needed to see what this remote did. Maybe it was a gift from the entity? Something to help him out in trials? Wesker was one of the entity’s strongest and smartest killers, he’s earned himself a reward.
•When Wesker eventually presses one of the buttons and nothing happens, he’s a… little upset. How dare the entity give him some useless piece of garbage? He was Albert Wesker, the Mastermind, not one of the Legion’s immature teenagers!
•If only he could’ve seen how you almost folded in on yourself when a surprising, strong feeling of vibrations began to surge through your panties. A gasp escapes your lips, ultimately catching the attention of your concerned teammates. You lie, telling them ‘You thought you saw the killer.’
•You’re barely able to complete the generator with your team, quickly coming up with some excuse to separate from your team, sneaking off to a secluded area of the map to deal with yourself.
•Wesker could hear faint moaning and panting coming from the Garden of Joy’s dark bedroom, and believing it to be an injured survivor, he quickly makes his way to the bedroom. What he saw inside the room wasn’t an injured survivor, it was you. Oh… that’s what the remote does? Wesker was quick to realize what was going on when he saw you on the rundown bed, hands covering your mouth and your hips jerking up into the air. He laughs, catching your attention.
“So this is what you do instead of helping your team? Tsk, so predictable.” You couldn’t stop the shameless moan that left you, as well as the breathless pleads for Wesker to help you out. He was enjoying this more than he’d admit… the sight of you like this was something Wesker had wanted to see for some while now, and it only made him even more aroused to know that he was the cause of your overwhelming pleasure. “Already so overstimulated and you haven’t even been touched…” Wesker laughs, shaking his head and taking a step towards you. “Come here, dearest… This is only the beginning.”
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I actually had a lot of fun writing this! It was new for me, and I honestly loved it :) Hope you enjoy, love ya! ❤️
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WITH ONE FLAT FOOT ON THE DEVIL’S WING
➸ danny johnson x fem!reader
➸ smut | some dark! content | pre!entity
➸ nav | d.j m.list | part one
➸ dom!danny, sub!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, stalking, breaking and interning, mask kink, degradation and praise, spanking, oral m!&f! receiving, filming, head pushing, creampie
Opening your nightstand drawer and pushing around the junk that you throw in there from time to time, finally finding what you were looking for.
It was a little damaged, the corners bent and a piece of the left corner ripped. You stared at the picture, one hand playing with the hem of your panties. the same ones he was using in the picture, of course, now they were clean. All the DNA that covered them was now stripped away and gone.
You haven't heard from him in weeks, the sexual encounters you’ve had after that day seemed dry and didn’t really hold your interest. Your job was even more boring, being a secretary at the Roseville gazette was not the most entertaining job but you do get a few laughs from your coworkers, especially jed, he’d come to your desk a lot to joke around and ask if you had heard things around the office, he loved hearing your gossip since people often thought you and him were the type to tell their secrets too since you both had an inviting aroma, you liked hearing the drama he had to tell which left you both giggling.
Two of your work friends invited you to drinks at walleyes, this was something unusual since the ghostface murders started so you agreed.
three shots in and holding who you think is tessa’s bag, you were ready to go home and no matter how many people were hitting on you, you knew it wouldn’t be what you wanted.
it was late and you were really not wanting to have a hangover on a work day, you couldn’t call off if you wanted that vacation time in june.
you made sure tessa’s bag got to her before leaving, your house wasn’t too far and you were barely feeling the shots. you debated on grabbing food while you were out but decided not to since most places were closed and the only food that was super close to you was gas station food.
you pulled into your driveway, hurrying to get your house keys out of your bag before you turned off your car. you didn't know what it was but as soon as you shut your car door you had this eerie feeling, your house was the last on the street and then beside you were trees for miles so this feeling washed over you sometimes during late nights but this felt different.
making your way to your door while constantly looking behind you just in case was something you had been good at, stopping in front of your door, trying to find the right key.
your bag slid down from your shoulder onto your forearm, it knocked into your door making it creak open.
you knew damn well you locked your door.
your mind fought between it being him or it being someone else.
taking a deep breath, you walked in, not closing the door all the way. you walked towards your living room.
there sat ghostface, his gloved fingers tapping on the arm of the chair he sat in. you sat your bag on your couch, tossing your keys onto it.
“didn’t think you were gonna come back,” you said, you played with your hands nervously.
“i keep my promises, i gave you back your panties as much as i wanted to keep them didn't i?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
you let out a soft laugh and shook your head, “what took you so long?” you asked.
“can’t spend all my time with you bunny, i'm a busy man and i came as soon as i was free” he said and shrugged. “but let's see if you keep your word since you were so cocky on the phone” he added as he spun the camcorder that sat on the table beside him.
you smiled as you walked closer to him, sinking to your knees once in front of him. you reached over to the camcorder, bringing it to you and turned it on then hitting record. you handed it to him.
“i keep my promises too,” you said, touching his cock through his clothes. you looked at the camera as he made sure to focus on your face, sometimes moving it to your hands but it always ended back onto your face.
danny was grinning ear to ear under his mask, he knew you’d be perfect since the day you started working where he did, he just knew there was something behind your whole nice persona plus he didn't spend all that time watching you for him to be disappointed.
undoing his pants and pulling out his cock was thrilling, it was something you’d thought about since the phone call, it was all you could think about at work and it was certainly the only thing you could think about at night.
danny’s chest moved up and down as his breathing got quicker and the mask sure didn't help.
your hand went up and down his length, looking from his tip to the camera.
“put your mouth to work” ghostface demanded, you looked at the black fabric that covered his eye before licking up his cock and then licking around his tip.
danny let out a pleased hum, he took the camera into his left hand and his right came to the back of your head, he didn’t put any pressure.
you took him into your mouth, moving your head up and down, over and over. you’d look up at him or the camera from time to time and each time it made you want him inside of you more and more.
“oh you’re good at this, bet you have so much experience” he groaned, his hand holding the camera starting to get a bit shaky. you answered him with a disagreeing hum around his cock.
“you don’t gotta lie doll i know you’re a fuckin’ whore” danny scoffed, he knew everything, absolutely everything about you. danny pushed your head down this time, making you gag around him and making him laugh silently.
you looked at him as you deepthroated him, your hands gripped at his thighs. his hand didn’t apply any more pressure and let you move your head freely. you let off him, catching your breath before sucking him off again. you took him back into your mouth, licking a vein that was near his tip over and over making his hip shudder and buck up. your tongue swiped over his slit a few times then you swirled your tongue around his tip.
danny was close, his hips bucking up and his balls tightening, his hand now guiding your head as you looked up at the camera.
“good girl, you’re such a good girl” danny moaned out, jerking off with your panties was good but not as good as this for sure. you hummed around him, rolling your eyes back as you continued pleasing him. ghostface was a lot thicker than you imagined and your jaw would surely be sore by the time you woke up in the morning.
you could hear him cursing under his breath, the pulsing in your cunt was almost unbearable.
“m’gonna cum bunny, fuck- you better swallow it” he said through gritted teeth. his abdomen tightened as his cock twitched in your mouth, you moaned around him which made his hips buck up harder.
danny’s hand pushed your head down to his base as he came into your mouth. he tried to keep the camera steady as he groaned.
you looked up at him, tears coming to your eyes as you tried to not choke on him, he could feel you rubbing his thigh in a weird comforting way. his hand let off your head and you made your way up to his tip, practically sucking him clean.
danny focused the camera on your face, “open your mouth” he ordered as you got your mouth off his cock.
you tilted your head back a little and opened your mouth, his gloved hand grabbed your jaw gently as you waited for him to tell you to swallow.
“fuckin’ swallow it” he demanded, pushing your mouth closed and then moving to your neck, he wanted to feel you swallow.
you obeyed, taking it all down in a gulp.
“good little bunny,” he praised and pat your cheek, “get on the couch” he added in a serious tone. you wanted to kiss him but you knew he wouldn’t take off the mask. danny put himself back into his boxers for the moment.
you got off your knees and made your way to your couch with ghostface not far behind, you moved your purse and keys to the floor before getting on your knees on the couch, waiting for his instructions.
danny set the camcorder onto your coffee table before walking over to you, tilting his head to the side as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb then moving to unbutton your shirt, the same shirt he had seen you wearing at work that was just a little too tight for your figure.
“you’re so pretty, doll” he complimented. it made you smile as you stared up at him.
you half expected him to just rip your shirt off instead of treating it carefully, before you knew it he was taking your shirt off you and tossing it to the floor. danny pushed you to get on your elbows and knees on the couch, your skirt was riding up and your shoes had fallen off and onto the floor.
danny got behind you, his gloved hand running up your leg to your waist, your skirt was tight, it was one of the ones you wore to work but it was just a little too long for danny’s liking; he reached for his knife that was by his thigh.
he grabbed the fabric with one hand and cut it off of you. you gasped and turned your head to him. before you could talk he started.
“calm down doll, s’just not one of my favorites,” he said, taking the now destroyed skirt and tossing it to the ground. you playfully rolled your eyes, you weren’t gonna fight him about it. danny put the knife back before touching your legs again.
you had on mint-colored panties with white lace, his fingers sliding under the fabric and pulling them down your legs.
“i’ll be keeping these bunny” danny said as he stuffed them into his pocket, your cunt was on full display for him.
“please touch me” you whined, you wanted him so bad, you didn’t if he fingered you or ate you out you just wanted him inside of you.
danny laughed, he knew you were getting needy, “i'll give you what you want bunny” he said as he moved his mask up and to the side to where it just perfectly hid his face. he held you still as his tongue made contact with your cunt, he kissed your clit before sucking softly making you moan into the cushion.
you arched your back as he lapped at you over and over, his hands massaging your skin as he kept you still.
“ghostface-“ you started, stray hair was in your face as you wished he would go faster.
“you can call me danny” he interrupted you, his mouth leaving your cunt for a second then going back, circling his tongue over your clit.
“danny please fuck me” you begged, you dug your nails into the cushion.
danny left your cunt, moving his mask back to his face.
“such a needy fuckin’ whore, so impatient” he muttered which made you whine and move your hips back a bit, he slapped down on your ass, making you jump. danny palmed himself before taking his cock out of his boxers again, he rubbed himself on your slit.
danny hummed as his tip teased your entrance, you tried to press back onto him but his free hand stopped you.
“be a good girl and wait” danny said, correcting your behavior. He tapped his cock on your clit before going up and down your slit again, just teasing you.
“you’re just being mean” you huffed as you took his teasing, this has been the only thing on your mind and now he just wants to torture you. danny laughed, leaving his tip at your entrance.
“oh- i’m mean, bunny?” he asked humorously and just when you were about to respond he thrust into you making you gasp, he filled you up so nicely. danny’s hands grabbed your waist and pulled you into each thrust.
“c'mon doll, am i mean now? since you couldn’t fucking wait” he scoffed, the fabric from his pants scratched the back of your thighs.
“no” you stuttered out, his balls slapping against your clit. danny grabbed you by your hair and lifted your head to look back at him.
“what was that?” he asked, you wanted this so bad and now you just felt like jelly and already cock drunk for him which would definitely make you embarrassed in the morning.
“you’re not mean!” you whined out, danny pushed your head down and kept his hand there, his thrusts got faster and rougher.
“i’ll show you fucking mean” he gritted, his hand that was on your waist moved to your ass, smacking down on your skin as you looked at the camera.
you moaned his name a few times as he spanked you over and over, your orgasm was coming and it was coming hard, you were so excited, you hadn’t had sex like this in since you didn’t even know when but there was something about this that made it so exciting.
your body rocked as he used you, his grunts and moans was something you tried to focus on. his gloved hand squeezed your ass before moving his hand back to your waist. metal from his pants prodded at your skin.
danny wanted to fucking ruin you, make to where you’d never expirence something like this with anyone else.
he rutted into you roughly you had no idea how you could keep up, your eyes rolled back as he just kept going, you didn’t think it could feel any better but it just amazed you.
“danny- danny- please i’m gonna cum” you told him, you could barely get out your words, you were trying to catch your breath.
“you wanna cum? after being mean to me?” danny snarled, shaking his head.
“please! i’m so sorry! please i didn’t mean it i promise” you cried you, you reached to his hand on your head, holding his hand, your fingers pushed up his sleeves to feel his skin.
“you’re such a sweetheart when you beg, my sweet little thing” he cooed at you, you were so close, his cock felt so good inside you. “rub your clit angel” he added.
your free hand moved to your clit, rubbing with two fingers in circle motions. you moaned and dug your nails into his skin.
“cum when you’re ready doll” he said, giving into your begging and pleading which wasn’t normal, he would’ve made you hold it but maybe it was just the goodness of his heart and influenced his decision.
“thank you” you whimpered as your fingers went faster, danny’s abdomen was tightening as you clenched around him.
you came with a loud whimper, squirting all over his cock and your fingers, soaking the cushion underneath you as well. you mumbled incoherent things as danny moaned out loud.
“fuck- bunny” he breathed out, danny tossed his head back a bit.
“cum in me, please danny” you begged, taking your fingers off your clit and wiping your hand on the cushion.
“if that's what you want bunny” he said smugly. danny’s cock twitched inside of you, he bit his cheek as his balls tightened, a few final thrusts and he was spilling inside of you.
it felt like he would never stop cumming, he left go of your hair not even realizing he was tugging so harshly, your hand held his hand there and you didn’t let go.
danny took deep breaths as he recovered. you let your eyes flutter shut as you relaxed, danny moved his hand from your head and leaned over you, he moved his mask to the side and kissed your head, you let out a pleased hum as he fixed his mask.
danny pulled out of you, watching his cum drip from out of your cunt. there was a deep desire to eat you out until you were so overstimulated you would cry but it was time to go. danny got up and grabbed the camcorder, bringing it to your cum covered cunt.
“you’re so pretty bunny” he complimented, you smiled as he started to stroke your thigh. “you did so good for me” he added as he ended the recording, he got up to clean himself up in your bathroom.
the last thing you heard was “i’ll give you a call bunny” then silence.
you woke up two hours later, your eyes focused on your coffee table, a new set of clothes, a glass of water, two wet rags and your birth control all sat on it.
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the next day was work, the back of your thighs stung a bit when you sat in your chair. nothing interesting happened except for jed coming around shit talking your coworkers and asking if you had an alright night.
people came in and out of the place, interns and people trying to get in touch with your boss or coworkers and it finally had gone dead when night came, you only had two hours till you could leave so you relaxed.
when you came back from the bathroom you found something on your desk, a yellow mailer with your name on it sat beside your keyboard, you looked around to see absolutely no one in the lobby, you were alone.
you were quick to open it, grabbing what was inside, a flash drive. you were used to people sending pictures in on flash drives for others but you had never gotten one with your name on it.
you looked around again before putting into your computer and clicking the pop up, it only had a video on it, you looked around again.
he was here. he dropped this off and had to have had the mask off. you were excited but you knew you shouldn’t watch it now, not on the clock at least.
you gave in and clicked it, making sure the audio was off, it started playing and you watched as you handed him the camera.
you looked at the yellow mailer and shook it, a polaroid fell out. your eyes went back to the video.
a noise came from beside you, you panicked and exited off the video and turned to the side.
“y/n, what are you doing?” jed whispered as his eyes were wide and you just knew he saw.
“nothing” you whispered yelled at him, squeezing your eyes shut.
“that didn’t look like nothing, i didn’t know you were so naughty” he poked fun at you.
“oh my god, stop it, it’s not like that” you cringed, jed rolled his eyes. he leaned against your desk, his sleeves rolled up his forearm.
the nail marks on his wrist caught your eye.
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lacerated to the bone
ft. danny johnson as ghostface x fem!reader
cw: 18+ content, dark content, masked men, stalking, photography, heavy dub-con, knife play, coercion, choking, blood, threats, predator/prey play, fear play, major character death, p in v, creampie
a/n: requested by anon! hope it lives up to the idea you had, bcs i had so much fun writing this one !! title from 'a life less ordinary(need a little help)' by motion city soundtrack
word count: 2.1k words
“Come on… come on.” You say under your breath as you work at the generator, your heart rabbiting in your chest. You're looking over your shoulder every few seconds, trying to make sure that the killer isn't on your trail. You did your best to save the others from the entity, but you'd failed. You were all alone now. You had to survive.
You can't shake the feeling that he's watching you. There's an eerie silence around you, the only sounds coming from the generator you're working on. The final one. You let out a deep breath as you look away again, but your fingers falter, and the sounds of the generator failing echo throughout the forest.
“No, no, no…” You say quickly, perking up to examine your surroundings, hoping that you hadn't alerted the killer. You curl up behind the generator, waiting for a few moments as you try to listen out for any movement. The minutes that stretch by feel like hours, but there's no sign of him.
You let out a deep breath, standing up before you lean over to work on the generator again. Before you can get started, you feel a finger tap your shoulder. You turn around quickly, coming face to face with a camera. You hear the click of the shutter, and then a bright light flashes that ends up blinding you for a few seconds.
You blink rapidly to clear the spots from your vision, stumbling back. You knew who it was. It could only be one person. You needed to get out of here, and fast. When your vision finally refocuses, you're left face to face with Ghostface. The mask tilts to the side as he cocks his head, his voice husky and slightly crackly from the vocal modulator as he speaks.
“Boo.”
You're running before your brain can even register the movement. You do your best to escape, weaving through dilapidated structures to try and lose him. At every chance you got, you sent wooden palettes tumbling in narrow spaces, keeping a mental note of where you'd cut off the path, hoping to slow him down.
At this point, the chase had become a matter of stamina rather than technique. It was clear the killer wasn't going to let you go, barely letting you out of his sight for more than a few seconds before he was on your tail again. You knew better than to hide, but you were running out of options. Your breathing was becoming laboured, and your legs burned from the chase. You knew you didn't have much of a chance - he was stronger, faster and smarter than you.
It was all down to luck. Your eyes flick over the treeline rapidly - it's a bit far out from the generators and the exit, but it was your best chance of staying concealed. The feeling of being watched irks you once again, causing you to stop and try to find the source.
It's quiet. Too quiet. All you can hear is the sounds of your own breathing. For a moment, you almost feel like you've lost him. That is until you hear a sound that's becoming far too familiar for your liking.
Click!
You turn to try and run again, but a gloved hand wraps around your ankle, yanking you into the underbrush. You cry out as the branches scratch the skin that's exposed as he drags you towards him.
“An image is worth a thousand words, don't you think?” A voice echoes from behind the mask, his free hand shifting to press down on your chest to keep you flat on the ground as he pins your legs down with his knees. With his other hand, he snaps a few pictures of your fearful expression with a beaten down looking film camera.
“Can't wait to get these developed… add them to the collection.” He adds after a moment, placing it down carefully so he can reach for the knife he had tucked in his belt. “I think I like this look on you…”
“Please…” You croak out weakly, your voice wavering as he trails the tip of the blade down your cheek and along your jawbone. “Please, don't.”
“Oh? Already begging for your life?” He coos, patting the flat of the blade against your cheek a few times. He presses the tip of the knife against your cheek, placing just enough pressure to nick the skin. “You're in luck. See, I don't normally play with my designs, but…”
He slides the tip of the knife down your skin, applying pressure when it reaches the hollow of your throat. The mask tilts down, and you can almost sense the sick satisfaction from him as he watches your blood trickle out with every panicked breath you make.
“Well, you're different. I've been watching you for a while. I wanted this to be special; the kind of headlines that people don't forget.” He leans down slightly, and you can feel his gaze boring through you despite the mask obscuring his features.
“Anyway, look at me getting all sidetracked. You poor thing, you keep shaking. I hope that's not on account of me?” He mocks, holding the knife to your throat to keep you from making any attempts to escape. “My apologies. I've always been one for a good story. And you, my dear? I feel you'll be my best one yet. I have a… proposition for you.”
“Please, just stop. I won't say anything… I swear! Just let me go I… I was so close, please!” You sob, raising your hands to try and push him off of you, as if that'd do any good. You wriggle underneath him, ring to give yourself a chance to break free and escape his grasp.
“You see, I'd love to do that. Really, I would. There's just one small issue.” With that, he loosely nods his head towards one of the hooks not far from you. “See, I could let you go, but that wouldn't be in my best interests… now, if you want to make it worth my while…”
He trails off, dropping his head down so his mask is looming directly over your face. He presses the knife down harder, drawing blood as the sharp edge digs into the skin of your throat. “Either you give me what I want, or I'll gut you and offer you up to the Entity. It's simple, really.”
Your stomach sinks at his words. There's no mistaking his intentions. The mask is tilted towards you expectantly as the knife against your throat is replaced by his tight grip. He trails his blade down, hiking your skirt up with the tip of it.
You nod. What other choice did you have? It was this, or die. You couldn't die here. You won't.
“There we go. Good girl.” He says as he removes his grip on your throat to pat your cheek, slipping the knife in between the top of your thigh and the edge of your panties. You tense as he pulls the fabric taut with the blade until it splits. You shiver as the cold metal brushes right above your folds, sliding the fabric out of the way to expose you to his greedy eyes.
You squirm underneath him as he runs the flat of his blade downwards, trying not to jerk your hips as he brushes past your clit, a small whimper falling from your lips. He smacks the blade down a few times, landing spanks against your pussy until sticky strings of arousal connect you to his knife.
“Filthy little thing.” He hums, pulling his knife away to drag a gloved finger between your folds. “Making such a mess. To think, I was planning to wet my knife in a very different way.”
You watch with a mix of arousal and horror as he shucks off the cloak, exposing the black jeans and t-shirt he wore underneath. He keeps that mask on. Seems to enjoy the way you shiver whenever your eyes land on it. He manages to unbuckle his belt one-handed with little struggle, the clink of the metal echoing in the air for a few moments.
He drops the knife down to free his cock and hold it in his right hand. His left hand slides its way up your body, squeezing one of your tits before his hand trails higher, gripping your throat once more. Just to be safe. He smacks his tip against your clit a few times, clearly enjoying the way it has you jolting. Your cunt gushes as he ruts against your sensitive nub, drawing a moan from your lips.
He slides his cock down until the head catches your hole. With a grunt, he pushes forward, filling you to the brim. He throws his head back, his chest rising and falling visibly with his rapid breaths.
“Christ, doll. Didn't think you'd be this wet.” He hisses through gritted teeth. He drops his head forward again, watching your expression carefully through the mask. The tone of his voice sends heat pooling in your lower abdomen, air leaving you in a breathless sigh.
His thrusts are shallow and desperate. He barely pulls out before slamming back in, not wanting to leave the tight heat surrounding him longer than necessary. Each thrust brings a whimper from his lips. Hastily, he reaches a hand out to grab his camera, the one resting on your throat squeezing down just enough to have you gasping in a breath, your cunt clenching tighter around his cock.
“Oh!” He moans, his hand shaking as he snaps a few pictures of his cock sliding in and out of you, the length coated in a layer of clear slick. “God, that's so tight. You like it when I squeeze your throat, huh?”
His voice is hoarse as he speaks, slightly breathless. He tightens his grip on your throat a little more as he speeds up his thrusts, fucking into you with a more brutal pace, his cock bullying your cervix with every movement. Blood rushes to your head as he pounds the air out of you while leaving you unable to suck more air in due to him choking you. You start to get light headed, your vision growing spotty and blurry with unshed tears. As your eyelids begin to flutter, he lets go and you're quickly sucking in deep breaths, your chest heaving.
“Ah, sorry, darling.” He forces out, sounding absolutely wrecked. He drops the camera to hold your hips in both of his hands, pulling you back on his cock with enough force that you're sure you'd be littered in finger shaped bruises. His balls slap against your ass with every heavy movement.
“Oh, can't wait to get these pictures all done. Gonna build a whole shrine for you, dolly. Such a pretty thing.” He reaches down to pinch and tug at your clit before rubbing circles into it with his thumb. He's too rough, and you're already so sensitive. Your body twitches, whines spilling from your lips as you cum, back arching and dragging along the dirt as you clench around his cock.
“W-wait… gotta… gotta get a picture, fuck.” He croaks, flipping you over onto your stomach. He grabs your hair in one fist, yanking your head back painfully as he sinks his cock back into you, making you cry out. He snaps a couple of pictures of him buried deep inside of you, aiming the camera mostly at your fucked out, tear-stained face.
“Fuck… fuck. Coming…” He manages to choke out, the sensation of your walls squeezing him enough to milk his cock. He drops his head down to the crook of your neck, the material of the mask jarring your heated skin. “Shit.”
He drops the camera again, his hand fumbling with something in the thick brush. In the corner of your eye, you see a glint of metal in the moonlight, causing you to flail in panic, scratching at the ground and trying to fight him off.
“You promised!” You yell, trying to scramble out from underneath him as you realise what he’s about to do. “You said you'd let me go! Please… I did what you asked!”
Your eyes widen with fear - wet and panicked as he lifts the knife up, plunging it deep into the side of your neck. Blood bubbles up in your throat, making you cough and splutter as the excruciating pain shocks your core.
“Sorry, doll. Honest. I know I said I'd let you go, but, well…” He yanks the knife out, and your body convulses as you try desperately to suck breath into your failing lungs.
“A good story always needs a twist.”
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Please be proud!
Sub! Danny Johnson, Desperate and Depraved Danny❤️, Dom Male Reader, Blowjob, Dub-Con, Facefucking, Daddy Issues, Slight Manipulation, Praise, Dry Humping, Daddy Kink and Throatpie
WARNING‼️ This is a bit dark but it gets better at the end 🙌
The Ghostface was a cold and calculated in the real world. But I’m the entity’s realm his sadistic side showed way more. He didn’t have to clean up anything, he could kill infront of people without the slightest hint of fear. It was amazing, and you could ask any survivor about him and they’ll all say he’s the scariest stealth killer.
The feeling of being stared at but not knowing we’re it’s coming from until it’s to late, or not even realizing your being stared out is a very common fear for all survivors. Though one thing about Danny that people didn’t realize was how depraved and desperate he was.
Whether that be sexually or emotionally. No one ever realized that though. But with careful observation you realized it. How desperate he was for a hug or even a touch of human contact. I mean his father certainly didn’t help. He always looked for approval before and after his fathers death. But, he never got it. Only shallow ‘good jobs’ on his newspaper articles.
But your praise was different. Of course he could realize you were kind of using him for things like escapes and less hooking but he couldn’t really blame you. He got a hug and you got the hatch. It was perfect for him.
You wanted to change it up a bit though. You wanted release. All that sexual frustration wasn’t helping your case. So who else to go to but the man who needs your touch or he’d probably kill himself? The match went by quickly 4 gens remained and all 3 of your teammates were dead.
You stood at the shack of Macmillan’s estate when you sensed a familiar presence. Danny reveals himself running up to you excitedly. He hugs you and you hug him back but before he can pull away you hold him there. Under his gaping mask he had a quirked eyebrow but you simply had a little smile.
You held him there, his crotch leveled with yours. You slowly started moving against his crotch and his breath hitches. He expects you to push him away and laugh at him but you don’t. You only continue humping him. “W-what’s the special occasion-?” He rasps out. “Horny.” You spoke
He nods holding onto your own hips tightly. You guys met each others thrusts eagerly especially Danny. He throws his head back with a loud gasp as you kiss his cloaked neck. You pull away stopping your movements.
He whines at the lost of contact when you start unbuckling your pants. “On your knees.” He nods falling to his knees quickly. You pull your cock out as Danny awaits a command. “Suck.” He nods licking the tip quickly.
He slowly puts the tip in his mouth sucking gently. “Mhm, good boy.” He moans around your dick.
He pulls off confusing you but the words that leave his mouth immediately make you forget your confusion. “A-am I doing good?” He asks worried. You rub his head gently. “So good for me. So good.” He clenches his thighs together as His cock twitches. “Thank you daddy.” You growl shoving his mouth back onto your dick.
You begin fucking his throat as he can do nothing but choke and cry. He holds your upper thighs tightly bracing himself while you jackhammer your cock in his throat. He smiles, not that you can see. He’s finally worthy to you, he’s finally worth something to you! To someone!
With a few more thrusts your grunts and moans increase in volume when you finally reach your peak. You shove his head all the way down on your cock as you cum in his throat. You finally let go of his head as he coughs on the floor vigorously. He looks up at you with admiration making you quirk your eyebrow.
You pat his head with a genuine smile walking away to find the hatch. Would this be an ongoing thing? Danny sure fucking hoped so.
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NSFW Alphabet w/ Danny Johnson
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): Danny isn't the biggest Aftercare person out there. Most of the time he'll just pull his pants back up and run off back to do whatever it was he was previously doing. If you're close however, he may stay back and make sure he didn't rough you up too much.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): His hands. He has rougher, calloused hands from his "art work", and he enjoys how they can make his partner whine and squirm while they're wrapped around their throat. His favorite part on his partner is definitely their ass; always trying to grope and smack it. He's an ass man, for sure.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): He loves getting messy with it. From thighs to mouth, his partner will be absolutely painted with his release. He takes many pictures after.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): Secretly wants to be pegged. The thought of being forced on his back and having his own guts rearranged for once makes him all warm under the collar, but he will never tell a soul that.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): Danny has had a few flings which he killed or ghosted (pun intended) afterwards, so he has enough experience to make it pleasureable.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): Missionary or Doggy. On one hand, he loves having his partner on their knees, hands holding their hips while he takes them from behind. On the other, he enjoys watching their pretty little expressions as he absolutely breaks them.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): Being naturally playful, he'll crack a few jokes or teasing remarks during the moment, but he's usually more serious.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): He's fairly well groomed- thick, dark curls trimmed up a bit. He has multiple photos of his partner's nose buried on them while he finishes down their throat.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): There's almost no intimacy with Danny. It's always quick and rough, no real emotion behind it. Sometimes though, if you catch him on a good day or he particularly likes you, he may be a bit gentler with his actions and maybe even hold your hand during it.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): Most of his time not spent in matches is spent back in his little cabin with his hand in his pants; groaning with his head thrown back as he fucks his fist.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): Oh man, you're in for a treat: Knife play, Vouyerism, predator/prey, blood play, bondage, the list goes on.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do): Anywhere. Location does not matter to him. He'll fuck you right over the generator if he feels like it.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): Seeing you afraid is definitely one way to get him hard. He also loves it when you're injured; blood-stained and whining in pain- He's lucky his cloak covers the fact he's aroused.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Anything to do with Bodily fluids, Age Play, and CNC. He may be a monster, but he has some morals.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): Prefers receiving, his hand is buried in his partner's hair while he ruts desperately into their mouth and whispering the most filthy things. If you ask, though, he'll get down on his knees. He's very talented with his tongue.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): Almost always rough and fast. He'll bruise you at times and leave you a little sore after most sessions, but if he's in the mood he'll be more loving with it.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): He prefers them as they're more convenient, since most of the time your little rendezvous' happen during matches.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): He's a risk taker definitely. He's willing to try anything once, because how will he learn what he may be into if he doesn't give it a shot? He'll pressure his partner a bit into doing the same at times, just set your foot down and he'll eventually back off.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): He has the sex drive of Gods. He can go up to four or five rounds, but usually only gets through one due to time restrictions matches give.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): He doesn't have any toys, but he uses the little tendrils on his costume to tie his partner up. If he had the option, he'd use them.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): Biggest tease in the Entity's Realm. He'll push you right to the edge and pull back, leaving you whining and begging for more.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): Loud, but not overly loud. Lots of groans and grunts, maybe the occasional whimper or whine if you play with him just right.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): Before he got stolen by the Entity, he was a huge fan of phone sex. The feeling of a phone cord around his finger while he dirty talked to a partner over the phone would get his rocks off quick.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): Average length, a little more girth. 6.52 inches in length and 2.35 inches in circumference. Has a vein running down the underside that is his absolute weak spot; run your tongue over it and he'll cum almost immediately. His tip is a pretty pink, circumcised.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): Almost always horny. As stated before, he has the sex drive of Gods.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): If you're in a match, he'll stay up until the match is over and then crash afterwards. If you're in his cabin, he'll fall asleep almost immediately.
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AYYYYY NEW BLOG! i'd love to see something about like any of the slashers you write for celebrating like an anniversary with their s/o! (big fan of danny and thomas so if any of them, for sure them 😌)
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(AAAAA I'm sorry this took so long anon but I hope you enjoy <3)
~Slashers Celebrating an Anniversary~
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Thomas Hewitt:
Gets all his chores done earlier in the day so he can spend as much of it with you
He takes on most of your chores for the day too, much to your protest
He thinks he's being sneaky when he tries to get flowers and the few gifts he was able to grab off of victims to give to you (he isn't, he's doing this in plain sight)
You two are left alone most of the day while Luda Mae keeps the others in line
"Don't be too loud down there you two!" "HOYT-"
You make a nice dinner with him to take down into the basement (his brothers will torment you the whole time if you stay upstairs)
The hand-picked bouquet is the centerpiece, the jewelry he picked up shine in the dim basement light, the clothes he found fit you perfectly, and he looks at you like you're the world~
Danny Johnson:
Loads of gifts, like you wake up to him piling them on top of you
"Wakey wakey sweetheart!" "Hu-"
He will have you pose with each one for his collection, especially the clothes
Speaking of, polaroid's!! And lots of them!! His favorite thing to do is take pictures of you so expect to get a collage of his personal favorites~
Makes you get dressed up and takes you to a movie you've been excited to see (he sneaks in all your favorite snacks too!)
Don't think he's done taking pictures of you because he has more plans for when you get back home~ (Horny 🫵)
He's gonna have to work extra hard next year to one-up himself :)
Brahms Heelshire:
He's extra clingy, like literally attached at your hip all day, hands anywhere they can reach clingy
Kisses! Anywhere he can reach is getting a kiss, and he expects them in return
"I could get the chores done faster if you would stop hugging me Brahms," "Leave them for later :(" very whiny when you pull away
You do end up leaving the chores for later because he will just pick you up and bring you to the closest piece of furniture for cuddles when you try to move away again
The only time he leaves you is when you hear a knock on the door and Malcolm's voice from the other side, and he returns just as quickly as he leaves, holding a small box
There's a round cake made of your favorite flavor(s) in the box, with icing flowers piped around the edge and "Happy Anniversary!" written in beautiful calligraphy
"Did I do good, love?" "Of course you did, Brahms~"
Overall, very sweet, but very, very touchy
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— 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 // 𝐝. 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧
( ⚠️ ) . zzz — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 !!
smut, degrading kink, petnames (bunny, whore, good girl, doll), afab!reader, spanking, "punishment"??, dumbification, orgasm denial, use of sex toys (vibrator), a vv short drabble fic, not proofread ! there might be a part 2 ^^
"c'mon, bunny.. just one more, you can take it f'me, right?"
you were bent over his knee, ass in the air. a vibrator was held against your clit, the never ending cycle of him giving you pleasure but then taking it right away once he felt that you were near caused fat tears to roll down your face; your thighs trembled, you could feel the knot in your stomach grow tighter.
"fuck-- such good fucking whore, always letting me have my way.."
you gripped onto the bedsheets, as you could feel your orgasm coming. your whines and moans started to grow in volume, and danny could sense that you were near. just before you could cum, he pulled the vibrator away from your clit.
"n-no-- !! hah.. p-please, wanna cum.."
you whined from the loss of pleasure, your tears and wetness staining the bedsheet and danny's thigh. he chuckled at your desperation.
"only good girls get to cum, you know that, don't you, bunny?"
he slapped your ass, the action causing you to slightly jump. "such a needy fucking girl.. you look so pretty f'me, desperate and touch starved.."
his fingers trailed from your ass to your inner thigh, inching closer to your puffy lips.
"do you want me to touch you.. here?" he spread your folds apart, waiting for your answer. you nod, desperate for his touch; but he pulls his fingers away.
"tsk, tsk.. c'mon doll, use your words... are you already too fucked out to talk? do we have to go through another session of endurance training, hm??"
"n-no!! please, please.. wanna be a good girl f'you.."
"you know what to do, go on... beg."
BLANK BLOGS DNI.
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Ghostface’s Obsession pt 2
(NSFW) 18+ Minors DNI:
Someone asked for a part two so: A continuation of Mr. Ghostface. Warnings: Fem reader, Suggestive language, pet names, smut, slight knifeplay. (Words: 2825)
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None of the other survivors really spoke of the last trial once you all sat back down at the campfire to discuss strategies and weaknesses. Claudette assumed you had once again gone on one of your “crazy chases” with the masked killer, offering praise to you as you had easily come back in one piece. You found yourself almost eager to be placed into the next trial, your fingers drumming along your thigh as the others spoke amongst themselves. Once the flames puffed out that dreadful black fog, you found yourself fidgeting in your seat as butterflies hammered against your chest. You’d never been this excited for anything, especially not one of the entity’s grand schemes. Once the fog had cleared, you found yourself standing amid the empty wasteland better known as the Eyrie of Crows. Mere seconds into the trial, you heard a rushing noise as well as a mutated squelch. Your heart sank a little in your chest, squeezing a little in sadness as you realized it would not be your newfound masked friend.
It had been almost a dozen trials since then and each time that fog lifted, your hope dwindled down more and more. This time as you sat back onto your comfortable spot around the fire, you nestled your chin into the palm of your hand in a slight pout. Your other hand was dragging a stick through the dirt, moving rocks and pebbles aside as you wallowed in your own boredom and longing for something that you knew was insanely wrong. That familiar pit in your stomach grew as the wisps of fog licked at the soles of your shoes, slowly wrapping around both of your legs before enveloping your whole body. In the blink of an eye, the unsightly vision of Badham Preschool filled every bit of your line of sight. You didn’t linger in one place for long, quickly shuffling through the back entrance of the school and making your way down and into the basement where you knew a generator was always waiting patiently for you. You picked the open side that was underneath the stairs and kept your ears trained to the stairs behind you to listen for any footsteps in case it happened to be the famed Michael Meyers or perhaps the elusive Wraith. After a good minute of cranking levers and crossing wires, you realized you hadn’t heard any of your teammates engage in any kind of danger, no screams of pain or distraught. You grew a little more worried as the generator grew louder in volume and you couldn’t hear as clearly as before but you continued to cast backwards glances at the stairwell.
What you hadn’t prepared for was the occupant of all of your wild dreams as of late to come up directly behind you from the hallway opposite of the generator, scaring you enough to jam one of the cogs that was trying so hard to move. Cutting off your surprised gasp, the one and only Ghostface pressed the blade of his knife flat against your cheek as he forced you to look back and into that daunting mask. “Hey dollface.” He smoothed the words out, the grin heard through his voice as he pulled your hips back and flush to his body, pressing his slight bulge up against your rear as you pulled you away from the machinery.
“D-Danny!” You exclaimed, your tone supposed to be surprised and scared but you couldn’t even deny how excited you sounded and the way your heart was racing. Your mind flooded with the way he treated you the first time you two had met and the dreams that had invaded your mind since. The chuckle that resonated from his chest had you blushing, the coolness of the dagger was a nice contrast to the heat of your skin and you found yourself not hating the feeling of it.
“Miss me?” He replied cockily, wrapping his arm around your midriff as he hoisted you over and to the adjacent section of the basement where a convenient mattress sat on the ground. You gave an innocent nod as you pressed your back against the brick wall, your eyes trailing his cloaked figure as you bit your lip shyly. “Didn’t I warn you once already?” He rasped quietly as though he was a tortured man, a groan following as he stepped closer and let his hands wander and grope at your hips and ass, grabbing overflowing handfuls as he leaned over you.
“Sorry, I can’t help it.” You murmured, closing your eyes and tilting your head back to let out a breathy gasp. He took this advantage to slip his mask up enough to show his jaw and cheeks as he snuck his way in and pressed his hot mouth against the skin of your neck, earning a surprised moan from your already parted lips. “Danny?” You asked, the lust already clouding your brain as you opened your eyes to try and look down at his mysterious face.
“Keep those eyes closed, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want to have to gouge out those pretty little things.” He threatened but his words were empty and you could feel the smirk on his lips as he continued to assault your skin, his mouth quickly moving down your chest as he lifted at the hem of your thin tank top, eager to undress you. You tilt your head back again and move your arms to help tug the thin material from your body, revealing your naked torso to his eyes. With a barely stifled groan that rippled along your skin, he bent his head further and tongued at your right nipple, taking the stiff peak between his teeth and rolling it gently just to hear the way you’d cry out. You rested your head against the wall as you released lewd noises, your eyes closed as your hands settled onto his shoulders, pulling him closer.
“Atta girl.” He’d praise, the words muffled as he chuckled. He shifted his head to the other side as his mouth unleashed the same painful pleasure onto your neglected breast, one of his hands took the place of his mouth, pinching and pulling lightly on your nipple to match his teeth and tongue. His other hand was impatiently pushing your athletic sweatpants down your hips, groaning in satisfaction when they finally pushed down your thighs.
“Danny, please.” You asked softly, unsure exactly of what you were asking. You were itching to glance down at his face and see what murderous man was hidden behind the mask, but you also knew the secrecy of it all added to how wet you got when you thought of him. Your lack of continuation causes him to chuckle again, the rumble of it only causing more slick to coat the insides of your thighs.
“Use your words, pretty girl.” His voice is so low and raspy and it makes you want to melt into a puddle at his feet. Your knees buckle a little at the thought, to which he catches you without missing a beat and lowers you down until your back is flat onto the mattress and your hair pools out around your head. Your eyes are barely open and you get a glance at the face that had been haunting your dreams for weeks. A sharp jawline, a set of full pink lips, a strangely attractive Adam's apple, and a set of cheeky dimples stared back at you. You were awestruck and as you audibly gulped, his smirk only widened into a full-blown shit eating grin. “Or don’t.” He replied smugly, showing off even his pearly whites. You let out an uncontainable whimper at the thought of those teeth sinking into any and all of your flesh. He took this moment of you being rendered stunned and useless to push his way between your knees, spreading your thighs apart as he gazed down at you lazily, his mask still covering everything from his nose up. You slapped your hand over your mouth to catch the moan as his gloved finger easily slid up and down your soaked slit, gathering a generous amount of your arousal as he coated two fingers, pushing them inside of you without warning.
“Danny!” You cried out, gasping as you bit down onto your palm, eyes wide. His lips curled into a playful smirk as he plowed those two fingers in and out of your wet sex at a dizzying pace, his own tongue running over his bottom lip as he stared down at you. You were melting slowly, coming apart at the seams at the way he was devoting every ounce of his attention to you. You looked up and at the brick wall behind you as you moaned softly, your thighs spreading more as you pushed your hips up into him to take his digits fully. One of your hands moved up to your own breasts as you groped and pinched lightly at your own nipples, biting your lip from the stimulation. You heard some faint rustling and then what sounded like a soft ‘click’.
“Dollface, you camera shy?” He hinted, his voice low and husky as his fingers slowed from their intense pace. You looked up, eyes wide. Just those words made you clench around his fingers tight and that blush found its way back onto your cheeks. He grinned even wider as he snapped another picture, this time you saw the flash. “I want to make a whole collection, sweetheart.” He mused, stooping down and pressing a hot kiss to your lower stomach as he flattened himself mostly off of the mattress and between your thighs, the mask staring up at you as you felt his mouth slip lower, a trail of messy, wet kisses leading him straight to your needy sex. You arched your back and writhed up against him, whimpering softly.
“Please, Danny! I need to feel something, anything.” You begged, your mind so boggled with the lust you’d mustered up over the last several days.
“Anything?” The question came out more like a taunt and your mind flashed images of the knife but before you could respond or express your fears, the sensation of his hot tongue ran along your already drenched lips. You gasped in excitement, arching yourself further and pushing your tits into the air as your thighs wrapped around his head, squeezing tightly in encouragement. You heard the faint click of his disposable camera but you didn’t care, you simply wanted to die on the spot. His tongue lapped at your juices with ease and a sense of finesse, lewd slurping noises filled the air of the room as Danny began the feast he had been dreaming about since their last encounter. He suckled onto your sensitive clit, chuckling against it as he pushed his two fingers back inside of you, curling them up and against that sensitive spot he knew you’d grow weak over. His free hand finally stretched up, setting the cold camera between your breast to free his hand, groping your other tit roughly as his tongue pushed into you, fucking you alongside his fingers. With a shaky hand, you grabbed the camera, jostling it around a bit before aiming it down and between your own legs shyly, only hesitating for a moment before pressing the button and hearing the little ‘click’. Danny’s groan was immediate and it rumbled through you, pulling a moan along with it. His efforts seemed to double as his fingers rubbed against your g-spot eagerly, his other hand moving down to rub his thumb over your clit, his nose bumping against it as well as his tongue explored your depths. Without being able to warn him or pull your body away at all, you felt yourself beginning to convulse, your hips rocking forward and up into his face, sufficiently humping at his mouth and nose as your orgasm pushed through your body. He rode your orgasm out without complaint, only groaning to himself in excitement as he gulped down everything you’d give him, his tongue searching your walls for more. You fell from your orgasmic high slowly, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your breathing tried to even out. “That’ll be my favorite.” He rumbled the words against your inner thigh, pressing a sickeningly sweet bite there. His hand stretched up to grab the camera, that smirk evident on his face as his mouth glistened just barely. The blush on your cheeks was intense and your gaze flicked down to the bulge that was straining his leathers.
“Can I please?” You asked softly, your eyes shifting from the mask to his bulge. His smirk morphed into a grin with wicked intent and for a second, you felt that spark of adrenaline run through your veins, hesitation flashing through your eyes.
“You thought I’d let you leave already?” He taunted, his fingers working deftly at the buckles of his shroud, plucking the leathers away to reveal his hardened, throbbing cock. You felt your saliva pool into your mouth and you swallowed roughly, squeezing your thighs together to try to stop the dull aching between your thighs. His hands settled onto either one of your knees, pushing them apart as he settled between your legs again, this time aligning his cock to the place you needed it the most. He leaned down to you, his face mere centimeters away as his breath fanned over your face. “Beg.” He pushed the word out, teasing your entrance with just the tip, making your eyes roll back impatiently as you pushed your hips up, letting out a satisfied moan when the tip slipped in. With a suppressed moan of his own, he gripped your hip with one hand, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave a bruise, the thought only encouraging another moan as your walls squeezed around the head of his cock. “Dollface.” He threatened, but his own words were weak and he was struggling to control himself.
“Please Danny, I want you to give me your cock, every inch.” You begged, your cheeks flushed and your entire body alive with desire. He didn’t even need to be asked twice, already satisfied with your short and sweet response.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned, his head dipping down to finally close the gap between your mouths, his tongue pushing into your mouth immediately as he took control. His hips sank down into you at the same moment, forcing the entirety of his cock into you with one harsh thrust. You cried out, the sound muffled by his own mouth dominating yours. Your walls squeezed around him and you gripped his shoulders roughly, your nails digging into his skin. The hand that held your hip shifted over just slightly as his middle and ring finger rubbed your clit in harsh, desperate circles. He pulled away from your mouth for just a moment to spit out the words, “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.” With all of the added stimulation, after only a few short thrusts, you found yourself creaming on his thick cock, your lips broke away from his to moan and cry out in pleasure, your walls spasming around his cock wildly as your orgasm traveled through you. You felt him erupt deep inside of you, the first few spurts were deep and you went dumbstruck at the feeling, but he pulled out and made sure to spill some of his load onto your lower stomach and thighs, the smirk on his lips was proof enough of how proud he was of his artwork. As if the entity itself had timed it, the sound of the exit gates filled the air. Your brows furrowed, wondering why this time it had taken so long compared to last time.
Danny pulled his camera out again, smirking playfully as he snapped another picture of you lying spent with his cum on your body. “C’mon dollface.” He mused, his mood had elevated through the roof as he fastened his own leathers, his newest concern was making sure you made it safely out of the trial.He even helped you to find your tank top that he had accidentally thrown out of the room. Once you were properly dressed, he made a show of plucking you up and tossing you over his shoulder again, giving your ass a firm spank and heading up the stairs with you. You swore you saw movement down the hallway as Danny was carrying you up and away but you couldn’t be sure, nor could you tell him to turn around. He set you onto your feet at the opened exit gate, pulling you close as he gave you a kiss that was hot enough to fluster you all over again, giving you a hard spank as he ushered you out of the trial with the promise, “You’re definitely not getting away from me.”
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I really fucking want someone dressed as ghostface to break into my house and kidnap me rn lol
6/10
This man makes me feral. It's disgusting how horny that man makes me. But, yeah, i get where you're coming from, that's so hot. Also I applaud your good taste ❤️
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Slashers being horny headcannons
CW: NSFW, talk of being horny/aroused, sex, cursing, oral, bondage, masturbation, spanking, talk of lingerie, brief mention of rough sex(Very brief)
Part 1, character requests open for Part 2
Michael Myers
Since he doesn't talk, he will show you the way he feels through his actions.
When you're standing somewhere around the house he'll come up behind you, pressing his erection into your ass. He won't let you go, so don't expect him to, even if you try to pull away because he has an iron grip squeezing your hips.
If he's feeling more direct he will most likely just pick you up and take you to your shared bedroom, throwing you onto the bed and ruthlessly fuck you.
Danny Johnson
Leaves you polaroid's all around your house of him masturbating or doing nasty things.
If you're out in public he'll whisper in your ear about how much he wants to fuck you and tell you about how much of a tease you're being for ignoring him.
Totally wants to tie you up with some rope and fuck you in the Ghostface outfit.
Gets turned on at the thought of finger fucking your while wearing his leather gloves.
Hannibal Lecter
Is very much into spanking, especially when he gets to use it as punishment.
Although he prefers to fuck you slowly and sensually, part of him can't help the fact of thinking about how loud you'd moan while he fucks you fast and rough.
Hates creating mess but wouldn't mind fucking you all over his office.
Amanda Young
Loves giving oral, does it both for your pleasure and because she enjoys it.
Moans super loud whenever you praise her during sex.
Likes to surprise you with lingerie, so she'll wear it underneath a robe or baggy t-shirt.
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Late Night Visit | Danny Johnson
Danny pays you a visit after a very successful night, you help him celebrate.
I figured that since I started this blog with Danny, I should return from my very long absence with Danny.
Afab!Reader. Warnings: 18+!!! PRE-ENTITY! Pre-established relationship. Little plot before smut, lots of f-bombs (sorry), Talk/descriptions of murder, Mating press, degradation, talk of murder during sex, overstimulation. NOT PROOFREAD… oops.
It was a cold, rainy, miserable night in Roseville. Most people were staying home, curled up in bed and sleeping to pass time. Danny was not, nor was the woman whose life Danny had worked so hard to take. She was a fighter… something Danny had not expected but he eventually managed to take her down. Her screams were like music to his ears, and the bloody scene her murder had left? Tonight was a success.
However, Danny was left feeling pent up. He had to tell someone about how good he did, about how skillfully he dug his knife into that woman’s chest… he needed you. God, you were the best reward he could think of, and Danny definitely deserved his treat. Despite it being nearly midnight, Danny began making his way to your apartment, still wearing his bloodied cloak and mask. Not like anyone would notice him anyways.
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You were woken up by a tapping on your window. The rain had died down a while ago, so when the tapping didn’t stop you figured you might as well see what was going on. Flicking on your bedside lamp, you look on in shock as you spot what was causing that annoying tapping.
Danny?
Did he have no fear of getting caught? He was covered in blood, still wearing his signature Ghostface outfit, and practically banging on your window! You get out of bed, only wearing one of Danny’s shirts—that he had left here the last time he came over, and quickly open your window.
“What the hell are you doing?!” You whisper harshly, helping Danny inside before shutting your window and looking up at him with the most annoyed yet concerned look you could muster. “I’m not allowed to pay my girlfriend a visit?” You could practically feel him grinning at you from under his mask, Danny knew how to get on your nerves quicker than anyone. He also never stopped by your apartment after one of his… nights, at least not without having changed first.
“You are, but… why?” Your question was only met with a chuckle as Danny reaches up to take his mask off, revealing the face you had come to love more than anything. As well as a look in his eyes that seemed to answer your question before Danny could. “Tonight was amazing, doll. I can’t wait to tell you how well I did… but right now, right now I need you more than anything.” His words brought heat to your face as well as your core, a tingle running down your spine as Danny takes a step closer to you, his eyes practically undressing you then and there.
Danny got like this after a successful kill. Before you came along he would just handle things by himself, but now that you’re here? God, he couldn’t wait to have you. Without waiting for your response, one of Danny’s gloved hands grab your chin, tilting your head up until your eyes met his. Danny wasted no time in quickly pressing his lips against yours, the lustful urgency behind his moves enough to make you whimper against his lips.
Danny guides you towards the bed—you blindly stepping backwards until the back of your knees came into contact with your mattress. Danny gives you a soft push, breaking the heated kiss and causing you to fall back onto the bed in the process. Looking up at him, you could see just how badly Danny needed this. He wasn’t himself, no, he was Ghostface—primal, bloodthirsty, and ready to get what he wanted. Arousal rushed through your system at the sight, and you were sure your panties were already getting soaked.
“Fuck,” Danny starts, already beginning to take off his cloaks. “If you don’t want this, then you better say it now doll.” Danny pauses for a moment, giving you one chance to back out. You knew what you were getting into, you might be the one and only person Danny loves, but he would always put his needs first—and his need was you.
“I want this.” You reply, a lustful tone dripping off of your tongue that you had never heard before. Or at least not this intense. Danny only nods, continuing to removes his cloaks until they fell into a heaped, bloodstained pile behind him. A smile paints his features, dark brown eyes somehow darkening as he begins to undo his belt. “Good.”
His belt now undone, Danny tosses it aside and unzips his pants, letting them fall to his ankles before kicking them aside. He was left in his boxers, his bulge straining against the fabric and a wet patch forming where the tip of his cock would be. It was now your turn to undress, and you wasted no time in doing so. You took off your shirt, about to take off your pajama pants as well before Danny swatted your hands away and did it himself. He chuckles upon seeing how wet you were, the sight spurring him on even more.
“Fuck it, I can’t wait any longer.” It was Danny’s version of a warning, and before you knew it he was on the bed, pinning you under him. Your legs wrap around his waist, but Danny grabs the back of your thighs and pushes your legs back until your thighs were pressed against your chest. Danny pulls his boxers down, pulling away just long enough to finish taking them off and tossing them with the rest of his clothes.
Your panties however, were simply moved to the side. Danny couldn’t be bothered with taking them off. “You’re already so wet, doll… did seeing me all bloody really get you that fucking excited?” Danny clicks his tongue, lining his cock up with your entrance. No prep, but with how eager Danny was, you didn’t expect any. His words sent a spark of arousal down your spine, your pussy clenching against nothing as your clit practically begged for attention.
“Please, Danny—“ You were cut off by Danny, who suddenly pushed into you without warning. Your heels dig into his shoulder blades, a strained gasp escaping your lips as your eyes screw shut. Danny groans, pumping into you at a quick pace. “This what you wanted? To be pounded like the slut you are?” You didn’t respond—you couldn’t respond, a loud moan interrupting any of the words that wanted to leave your mouth.
Danny growls as he thrusts into you, reaching down to kiss and bite at your neck, leaving marks that you were sure everyone would see the next time you went out. Neither of you cared, however, as Danny chuckles suddenly and pulls back, grabbing your chin and forcing your attention to be on him.
“Wish you could’ve seen it, doll… she was—fuck, she was screaming so loud, had me worried for a second that someone might hear.” Was he really talking about that now? Anyone else would have been utterly disgusted, but for some unknown reason, it only turned you on more. “She bled so much… Stabbed her so. many. fucking. times.” Danny groans, a moan escaping his lips as he drills into you, hands grabbing the back of your thighs and locking you into the press he had you in.
You could already feel that all familiar knot growing in your stomach, your gasps and moans growing louder and needier as you try to warn Danny. “D-Danny-! ‘Can feel it- don’t stop!” Danny laughs at you, not easing up on his brutal pace whatsoever as he brings you closer and closer to your peak. “Look at you, already about to cum. Such a whore, barely started and she’s already gonna cum.” His words, while rude, were all you needed to topple over the edge, your pussy clenching around Danny’s dick as you cum with a strained gasp and yell of his name.
Danny could feel his orgasm building closer, but he held it off, fucking into you until you were writhing and squirming under his grasp, hands grabbing at his biceps as you try to escape the painfully pleasant overstimulation.
“Gonna fill this pussy up with my cum—shit, you feel so good. ‘Feels better than killing that bitch, that’s for fucking sure.” You cry out as Danny’s pace begins to grow sloppier and sloppier, still managing to hit all the right places, leaving you seeing stars. Tears of ecstasy were dripping down your cheeks, only filling Danny’s darkest desires as he bring a hand up to cup your cheek—the softest thing he’s done so far, his lips crashing against yours.
Danny groans, muffled against your mouth as you feel his hot cum fill you, his thrusts only letting up for a moment before they start back up. You weren’t sure how much you could take, but Danny didn’t seem to care. You were in for a long night, and you knew it.
You whimper, squirming underneath Danny as the pleasure begins to be too much. Danny knew exactly what he was doing to you, and he’d be damned if he stopped any time soon. “You wanted this, doll. I’m not stopping until you’re practically full of my cum.”
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Trying to get back into writing after taking a freakishly long break is… hard. Still, I hope you enjoyed this (that I totally wrote at 1am & while super sick)! Love ya. ❤️
#dead by daylight#danny johnson#ghostface dbd#ghostface x reader#ghostface#ghostface x y/n#ghostface smut#danny johnson dbd#danny johnson smut#dbd smut#need him
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𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄
dom!danny johnson x sub!fem!reader | mini fic | nav | phone sex, masturbation/guided masturbation, voyeurism, stalking, mention of taking pics of you, mention of making porn, praise, degradation, panty stealing and sniffing, squirting, sir kink
part two
“you can see me?” you asked, looking around your house, pressing your house phone closer to your ear. your bottom lip tucked between your teeth to keep you from smirking. whipping your head around to peek out the sliding doors you had then to the windows in your kitchen.
“course i can, doll, purple really does wonders on you”
his cocky tone made you scoff. furrowing your brows as you looked down at your black shirt, getting ready to say something sassy back but once you put your hand on your hip and sighed you realized he wasn’t walking about your shirt, he was talking about your light purple panties.
rubbing your legs together as you looked around again. you went to speak and he interrupted you.
“though, the white with red dots are a personal favorite but i dont know if you’ll get them back.” the line went silent for a moment, then a deep inhale was faintly heard. “you smell so good bunny”
you laughed, “perv” you muttered and started walking to your couch and plopping down onto it.
moving your feet to the coffee table, planting them comfortably and leaning back and parting your legs slightly. your hand coming to play with the elastic of your panties.
“you gonna put on a show for me, bunny?” he asked.
“will i get my underwear back?” you asked, raising a brow as your fingers started to slip into your panties, teasing him and them back out and then playing with the little bow that was made out of a silky material.
“maybe” ghostface said, dragging it out playfully.
“lets make a deal then? i will let you watch me, only, if you give them back.” you hummed, tilting your head as you waited for his answer. hearing him hum as if he was thinking it through.
“i think you’ve got yourself a deal bunny” he said, you just knew he had a smirk on his face and probably his hand in his pants.
you let a small giggle leave your lips before sitting the phone down on the cushion next to you before slowly pulling up your shirt—the purple set now on display for him. throwing it to floor before bringing the phone back to your ear and leaning back.
your hands moving into your panties, lightly grazing along your folds before pulling your hand out and grazing yourself over your underwear.
teasing yourself, getting yourself worked up enough that a little wet spot of your arousal was forming—darkening the fabric and you hoped he was able to see it as you heard some ragged breaths through the phone then some ruffling and then soft grunts and more hard breathing.
dipping back into your panties and gathering your wetness on your middle and ring finger and spread it from your entrance to your clit then started slow circles on the bud. your breath was picking up and you wanted to wiggle around but stayed still for your audience.
“cmon bunny don’t be a tease, be a good girl n’take the panties off for me” he groaned, voice low and more clear. did he have the voice modulator off?
you hummed in agreement and sat the phone back down, fingers hooking around the fabric and your lifted up and pulled off, taking them off your ankles and dropping the purple garment onto the ground.
finding your previous position quickly, fingers back to your clit and slowly reopening your legs and hearing him curse under his breath made you giggle.
“there we go. god, look at you, fucking dripping.” ghostface moaned, hearing a click through the phone but you didn’t question it.
your back arching a bit as you did faster circles on your clit, letting your mouth open and eyes close, moaning out and feeling your thigh twitch as a pleasurable shock ran through your body when your finger tips ran over the bud.
“spread your pretty fucking cunt open for me” he instructed, more clicks were heard as you mumbled a quick ‘yes sir’
taking your attention off your clit and moving your folds apart, your middle finger did up strokes on clit as you heard more clicks over the phone.
“since you’re being so good i might let you see the pictures, you’re very photogenic by the way.” he teased, so that was the clicking noise.
“maybe next time since you’re so shy right now, we could make a movie” you teased back, looking around to every dark corner you could see. he chuckled through the phone.
you moved your fingers to your hole, middle finger teasing yourself by shallowly dipping your finger in then circling around it.
moaning loudly as you pushed your middle finger into your cunt, your head going back and digging into the cushion. hearing a little mumble of “oh fuck” before you started moving your finger in and out.
you moaned again once you started picking up speed, your palm grinding against your clit making it even better though you wished it was his fingers, his tongue, his cock, whatever he wanted to give you.
“feels good dont it doll?” ghostface asked, a moan slipping from him at the end. you nodded and hummed an ‘mhm’.
“add another finger, i know you can” he ordered, biting your lip as you slowed and added your ring finger. picking your pace up again, spreading your legs wider, muscles burning at the strain.
swears and moans and gasps left your mouth as you continued to fuck yourself with your fingers, hips starting to roll into the thrusts and your palm dragged against your clit each time you moved your fingers in.
you started to feel the knot tightening in your lower abdomen, knowing you were getting closer and closer to your release. whining into the phone as you heard him saying how cute you looked.
“cmon bunny, i can tell youre close, let go” he huffed. your fingers going faster and harder.
“fuck m’gonna cum” you cried, moaning and face scrunching up in pleasure as he was telling to ‘be a good girl and cum’ but you could barely comprehend what he was saying to you as you felt the coil snap, your body hot and starting to get a thin sheen of sweat.
feeling the gush start from between your thighs, quickly moving your fingers to rub your clit. basically screaming in pleasure as you squirted.
“holy shit bunny, good girl-good fucking girl.” you heard him moan as he found his own release.
rubbing your clit as you were now coming down from your high, only stopping when it started to get overstimulating and a bit uncomfortable. letting your hand rest on your stomach as you listened to him breathe over the phone while you caught your breath.
closing your legs and eyes as you gathered yourself.
“didnt know you were a squirter bunny.” ghostface breathed out, the voice modulator was back on and it made you jump then relax. you laughed and heard rustling through the phone before the line went dead.
letting the phone rest on your chest and you groaned as you realized you were need to reshower and clean up your mess.
sitting up and grabbing your shirt and panties from the ground. getting up and sitting the phone on the charging dock in the kitchen before walking to your small laundry room.
sighing as your tried to the light switch, finally switching it on.
you smiled as you were met with a damp towel and a dry one folded neatly on your dryer and your white with red dots panties were on the floor. tilting your head and lifting a brow as you bent to pick them up and a polaroid was under them.
feeling your underwear and feeling something sticky, you gasped as you realized it was covered in his cum. you couldnt help but laugh a bit as you picked up the picture.
it was of him using your panties to jerk off with, taking in the image. cock out, panties around his length and a gloved hand mid stroke.
flipping it over and seeing he had written something on the back.
“see you soon ;0”
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every time i try to write a fanfic it gets way too melancholy and weird bc im a depressed lil shit
#slasherboy brainrot#slasher fucker#horror#slasherfucker#asa emory#danny johnson#ghostface#bo sinclair#bubba sawyer#frank morrison#slasher fandom#ghostface x reader#asa emory x reader#lester sinclair#danny johnson x reader#danny johnson smut#danny johnson x you#dead by daylight#dbd ghostface#danny johnson dbd#jed olsen#slasher community#slashers#slasher movies#slasher x reader
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I Want You (or The Cabin Story)
Fair warning, I wrote this on discord and then copy pasted it onto docs, so if there are some inconsistencies I apologize, but maybe I just like to keep ya on your toes.
BIG THANKS to @mamamemequeen because I pretty much wrote this in the DMs oopsi.
Danny's had his eye on you. He's been finding himself enjoying the times he interacts with you a little too much. He's got to get you out of his system. A little house call. Once that's done it'll be easier for him to go for the kill. Right?
Pairing: Danny Johnson X Fem!Reader. Use of gendered language.
TW/CW: The usual (stalking, manipulation, threats of violence, actual violence) gore, descriptions of torture, corpses, and murder. Psychological horror, child murder (imma need you to hold your judgement on this one, it's not what you think, but it's also not good), hallucinations, descriptions of visual hallucinations.
Tags will be updated as needed, but to be honest I kinda forgot what I put in this.
I will be posting as much as I can in one go, but it's long, so I might have to upload in parts. Yeah, I'm definitely posting it in parts. This is chapter one.
Word Count is 15k+, this was supposed to be a one-shot about y'all fuckin at the drive-in, I don't know how it happened.
Oh one last thing, there is kinda a prequel/backstory part I haven't finished about Danny and "prom". Whatever you think it is, it's probably not gonna be like that.
Sorry one last last thing that I'm seeing now reformatting this from discord to the docs to here is that I kinda wrote Danny and Reader's POV back and forth but a little inconsistent. I will try to make the changes in POV a little clearer with spacing, but I apologize for any confusion!
Your Place // The Cabin // The Woods
~I Want You~
~Chapter One - Your Place~
Danny waited for the perfect night. A storm was coming. The whole neighborhood was snuggled up tight in their big warm beds and you? You were painting your nails while a gorey Japanese B-Movie played on the small tv in your bedroom. You had no idea you were being stalked, hunted like a deer in the forest.
Danny had to stop and take a look at you first, before he went in. He saw you, legs bent to give you a place to rest your hands while you painted them. God, your legs. He watched the light of the film dance off your legs, following the glow that reached your thighs. How it faded as it dipped to the little peek of your ass from the bottom of your shorts where you sat. He swallowed harder than he meant to. He’d have to readjust himself before he continued inside.
Danny waltzed into your home from the back patio door. Unlocked? Baby there’s a killer on the loose. He stepped into the dark entry way, noting how little the sound from your room carried. That would be useful. He eased into your hallway hearing the lovely lilt of your laughter as he neared your door. The sound made him salivate. He plucked a delicate metal frame of a vintage botanical illustration and let it fall to the floor as he swiftly crossed past your door to the opposite end of the hallway. In a second you were out and making your way for the pesky little frame.
“God you little shit!” you scolded the picture. You had complained to your friend about the framed piece you had been gifted that had a nasty little habit of slipping off it’s nail. Always a bit too heavy. Danny breezed into your room while you degraded the drawing of little flowers. Too easy. You’re just letting me right in, huh?
“And you better keep it down out there!” you called out to the frame as you shut your door on the way back. When your head whipped back to your bed your heart jumped to your throat and fell back down to your gut. A howling ghost stared back at you, reclined in your bed, your nail polish in hand.
“H-how did y-you-” you struggled to find your words and he, seemingly mercifully, cut you off.
“Get in? You let me in, sweetheart. Thanks by the way, really saved me time.” You could feel his smug smile radiating from underneath his mask. Dread chilled your veins. You were frozen by the door. As much as Danny enjoyed the doe-eyed look of fear you were giving him, you were too far for his liking. He pat the bed beside him. “Come on, don’t be shy.”
For a moment it felt like you lost all ability to move. You lifted your right foot to take a step forward but your leg unexpectedly shook. Before you could process your involuntary movement you heard a laugh from the hooded figure lounging in your bed. “How can I have your legs shaking when I haven’t even touched you?”
Heat spread across your cheeks, breaking through the ice in your veins. Indignation rising in your chest.
“You- You’re a murderer! Showing up here in my bed, I’m gonna be scared! It has nothing to do with- I am not-” The words flowed out from your mouth faster than you could string them together cohesively. The sound of his rippling laughter cut you off. You wanted to slap him and wipe off the smug look you knew he was wearing. He crossed his arms
“Hey! Do I look like a threat to you? I’m just hanging out here. Lookin for a manicure, and maybe a better movie.”
You scoffed. “I can see your knife holster from here, not exactly “hanging out” gear. And for the record Blossom of Blood is a cult classic, not that you would know anything about it.”
Danny leaned forward. “First of all, how do you know I’m not just happy to see you? Second, no. You’re thinking of Bloody Blossom, what you’ve got is the cheap knock off made ten years later. Get your facts straight before trying to get all snobby with me.”
You mouth gaped open and closed like a fish. The nerve of this psycho to break into your home and lecture you about your movie choices.
“Hey” The aforementioned psycho snapped at you. Patting the bed next to him more aggressively. You inched your way closer to him. You felt uneasy looking down at him the moment you reached the bed. He sat comfortably nestled in your plush pillows, using a stuffed animal to prop up his arm. You wanted to beat him over the head with it. It would likely be your final act on this earth, but you felt you would feel at peace. “Sit.” There was no space for argument in his tone. Not exactly a command, but still decidedly firm. You sat where he told you to and began to look intently at your hands, gripping each other tight. From your periphery you could see the black mass of his form lean in to loom over you. You felt him delicately take your chin between his thumb and forefinger with his gloved hand. The skin on your arms pricked up with goosebumps. He’s turning your head to look at him as he’s telling you in a sing-song tone “look at me”.
You stare, wide eyes welling up with tears you wanted to keep hidden, into the black holes of his mask. You wish to look so far into them to reach the eyes you felt boring into you. As your eyes remained locked on him, he plucked your hand from your own grip to place the bottle of nail polish in your palm.
“Go on.” he said as he reclined back into your bed, crossing his feet as he extended a gloved hand out at you.
“Uh- you want me to-?” you looked between the bottle of polish and the masked man before you.
“I said I’m here for a manicure, sweets. Come on and make it nice or ya know…” he wiggled the hunting knife in your face. You gasped and grabbed his other hand in an instant. He chuckled as you held his large gloved hand with your comparatively small one. You held the polish right next to it. Does he want me to take off his glove? Paint the fingers? No, right?
Sensing your conflict, he wiggled his fingers in your face. “You can take it off.” He teased.
You put the polish down beside you as you worked the glove off his hand. You placed it on your lap. You felt hot, feeling his eyes rake over you as you gently held his hand, surprisingly warm. The tips of your fingers lightly grazed over his and felt the callouses there. You felt flushed. A killer walks into your room at night… and he tells you to paint his nails? He’s insane. You laid his hand on your lap as you picked the bottle of black nail polish back up and twisted the top off. You held the bottle between your thighs and picked his hand back up slightly. Your hands shook slightly as the applicator neared his nail bed. When you finally laid the first coat down you felt like you could breathe a sigh of relief.
Danny, feeling your unsteady breath reach the top of his hand, blurted out “Don’t fuck up!” quick enough to make your heart jump.
“Fuck! Don’t do that, that’s gonna make me fuck up!” You gripped his hand a little tighter. The feeling of your soft, warm hands on his sent a wave of heat course through him. He chuckled. As you were about to paint the next nail he quickly pulled his hand back and held it in front of you. A small sound of annoyance got caught in your throat. He reached his hand back out to you but pulled it back when you reached for it. You were getting flustered. The way your brows knotted together as the speckles of blush played on your cheeks was just delightful. It was so easy to work you up. He extended his hand out to you again. You stared at him for a second before going to reach back out for him. You looked between his hand and himself in rapid fire succession until you went to get his hand. In an instant he went to whip back his hand but you slammed your free palm into his and gripped his hand firmly until his fingers softly folded over yours. His fingertips rested on the back of your hand. A soft, self satisfied smile danced on your lips as you plucked the applicator back up to paint the next nail. Danny felt the grip you maintained on him. Firm, warm, tender. As you painted the rest of his nails, his thumb slowly ran along the side of your hand, down to graze your wrist. You just needed his thumb, but it continued it’s slow glide along your skin. What were you feeling? Annoyance for sure, he wants something done and won’t even stop moving to let you do it. But the way his thumb caressed the stretch of skin he was able to reach, you felt a flutter in your belly. Stop, what are you even thinking. His hunting knife is dangerously close to his free hand. But should you tell him to stop? Should you try painting it as it teases the delicate flesh of your wrist? Should you tell him he has to stop, so you can paint his nail. And then? Let him continue? Let him run the freshly painted hand up your arm, up to your neck, down to your- Stop. Just. Stop, what are you thinking? This is a monster, in your bed, in your grasp. Think like you want to make it out alive.
Danny can see the muscles of your throat straining as his thumb stroked up and down. It was getting harder to just have you there sitting in front of him. He was beginning to need to close the distance between you. He noted how intently your eyes watched his thumb dance over your skin. You looked entranced, he wanted to see that pretty face up close. Danny thought about his options. The pros and cons flittered about his head but the most overwhelming image was of you, those pretty legs straddling him as his freshly painted hand gripped the creamy flesh of your thigh. Feeling your palm turn clammy, his grip on your hand turned into a vice as he pulled you down to him with a force that wrenched a yelp from your lips. That was nice. He thought. Oh the sounds you could make for him. His other hand went to grip your waist. Your left leg sat between his as the sudden movement had jerked you haphazardly over him.
“What the fuck?” you managed out as you tried to pull yourself up from the place on his chest where your head landed. He smelled like leather and oak. Something else too, slightly sweet mixed with something metallic. Your free hand helped you gain some leverage on the bed. His hand on your waist went down to pat the side of your thigh.
“Move this over, straddle me.” the words made you blush, this time obvious and bright.
You sat uneasily on his lap, scared to put your full weight on him. Modesty? How cute. Danny mused as he grabbed you by your hips and forced you to sit on him. A little gasp escaped you from the force. Danny was drinking you up. The incredulous look on your face, the way your hands fell to his chest for stability. Fuck. Restraint was going to prove much more difficult.
You felt frozen in place. What the fuck. What in the actual ever loving fuck? The screams coming from the movie on your left made it feel all the more surreal. They were pitched up and down and underscored by a synth that harmonized with the wails. Normally this would be your favorite part to point out to the people who you would (force to) watch this with. Usually met with strained smiles and equally strained eyebrows raised to the hairline. You forgave the expression on account of the dizzying fifteen minute chase scene that preceded it. You acquiesced that it was "a bit much" for the casual viewer, but damn was it beautifully shot. God, you wanted to feel normal again. Movies, and painting your nails, your nails. Not the nails of some psycho freak that is making himself comfortable on your bed. He got mud on your sheets. You wanted to reach your hands just a bit forward, just enough to reach his neck and strangle him. But his chest felt broad, sturdy, and his grip felt strong. You didn't like your odds in that fights. He didn't feel threatening though, hunting knife aside. He felt like a boyfriend trying to turn a movie date frisky. God, what are you even thinking. Be normal for the love of everything good.
You defaulted to your brand of normalcy. "The screams in this scene were pitched up and down according to their tone. If you pay attention you can hear that they added a synth to subtly harmonize with the screaming." The words just tumbled out of your mouth thoughtlessly. You weren't even looking at him. Your eyes were locked on the screen glowing bright with scenes of carnage.
For all of the cruelties Danny had doled out, this was true torture. With the glow of the television illuminating her, she looked absolutely divine astride him. He wanted to see those pretty lips part and recite his name like a prayer, instead he heard her mumble out a little fun fact about the movie he was currently ignoring. He wanted to see those lips move again, closer this time. Danny grabbed at her wrists and pulled her down to be inches away from the mask that hid his cheeky grin. Her forearms were resting on his chest, her hands gripped in fists under his chin. "Tell me again, about your movie."
No, no, no. This is not normal, we are actively walking far, far away from normal. Fuck, he's got my hands restrained. His grip is so strong. The angle he had brought you down to made you arch your hips down. Is that? Oh. You felt him. You wanted to ignore it, to ignore him. The masked killer that was terrorizing your town, a man reacting to you atop him. Your body reacting to being on top of him. What are we doing here? What are you even thinking right now. This is not the time for biological responses, he's a killer! He's not a regular guy.
He pat your thigh at your lack of response. "Hello? Movie? Synths and screams?" You felt his fingers flutter at your hip. You tried to collect yourself.
"Right they- uh the director had them mix in synths kind of like a vocoder to play ben-" a sudden movement jolted you out of your train of thought. He had rolled his hips up as he lifted his legs up. The movement, deliberate and drawn out, elicited a yelp in response from you. With the way it had pressed against your most sensitive spot, the squeak you let out had been dangerously close to a moan. A fact that Danny noted instantly.
"Just trying to get comfortable, sorry go on." he acknowledged as he adjusted his grip on your wrists with his left hand while giving your hip a reassuring pat with the other.
Danny's game with his little pet was having an unexpected effect on him. He had anticipated getting a bit worked up with you. A little edging, if you will. Just playing with his food, nothing serious. But the more Danny played this game, the more he felt he didn't want it to end. Looking at her struggling to form words, he wanted to watch her forget the entire English language underneath him. He let his right hand meander back up to her waist, the glove that remained encompassing the last of his strength of will to not flip her onto her back and fuck her right there. No, no, Danny. Let her talk, or at least try to.
What were you talking about? Right, the fucking movie. "The...movie vi- the cinematographer on this... he only made car commercials before this." You felt him chuckle. A rumble you felt pass through your own chest, down to your belly, down further.
"That's not what we were talking about." You could hear his smile through the mask. You were stumped. You felt trapped in his gaze. Your mind felt like it was turning to mush by the second. "The synths? The vocoder...?"
Right, fuck. What was I thinking? You wanted to disappear. You wanted to this all to be some sort of nightmare. Or wet dream. You felt your legs turn to jelly.
"The vocoder, yeah. It was added in underneath the actor's lines because he wanted to make the dialogue sound like it was coming from hell." Your hips ached to move ever so slightly, to tease him back. Getting comfortable, my ass. Nothing about this felt innocent, of course it wasn't. He broke into your home and made you straddle him. What exactly did you think this was going to be?
Focus on her words, Danny. What's she saying? She could be speaking in tongues by now for all he cared. All that mattered was the way he felt her belly press down on him as she breathed and how her legs had splayed further to accommodate him. Danny didn't exactly have an end goal for this night, but when he felt her hips rock a bit her fate was sealed in stone. This night would end, but their game wouldn't. Besides he still had another hand she needed to paint. He met the movement of her hips by using the hand at his waist to help prop both of them up. The hand that held her wrists now supporting her back. The space between them smaller than ever before. He could almost taste her. He had to. He used the thumb of his gloved hand to hike up his mask up to reveal his jaw. Without a second thought, he held the back of her head and pulled her into an all consuming kiss.
You had thought you made a mistake, trying to match him. You went to far, goaded the bull. Now he was going to kill you. When he hoisted the both of you up you thought he was about to deal his killing blow, maybe slash your throat as you sat upright. The strike never came. Instead, he stopped your heart another way. It had barely registered in your mind that you were actually seeing his lips, seeing a part of his face, before they came crashing down on you. He had taken advantage of the way your mouth gaped open in shock when he had lifted you up to let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. It was far more pleasant than death. He was kissing you like he wanted to devour you whole but had to restrain himself. It would be easier to just let him, and just sit there numbly in his hands. But the way his tongue darted in your mouth you felt compelled to chase after him. Your tongue met his with an equal measure of primal instinct. You wanted to familiarize yourself with the taste of his mouth.
Damn this girl. Danny wanted her to fight him on this. Not for the sake of having her struggle, though there was a measure of thrill in that. He wanted an excuse to be annoyed with her. To want to be done with her. Instead she paid him back in kind, her hands resting on his chest inching up to his shoulders. This night was supposed to make it easier for him to kill her off later. Get his rocks off a bit without leaving evidence to find later. Instead that raw, needy feeling that built up inside him when he saw her only continued to grow. This hunger would not be sated, could not be. It would only continue to fester the more he was apart from her. The only way to keep it under control would be to keep her within arms reach. No distance to make the heart grow fonder, only tight, close proximity to make the crushing feeling turn suffocating. Then he would be tired of her, then he could be rid of her. But for now he had to get her out of here, back somewhere he could really stretch his legs. It almost pained him to break from a kiss so decadent. She wore a dreamy, almost dumbstruck expression, with a flushed face and plush, swollen pink lips to match. He wanted to drink her up.
"After all that you're gonna think I'm a real dick for this, but you'll learn to forgive me." Her drowsy expression gave way to a look of confusion. A silent question answered by an equally wordless blow to the side of her head. Light's out. "Sorry, doll. Gotta move the sleepover to my place."
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To cure my ghostface brainrot im taking requests for ghostface drabbles, head canons and prompts!
#ghostface x reader#danny johnson x reader#billy loomis x reader#stu macher x reader#ghostface headcanons#ghostface drabble#ghostface prompts#scream x reader#scream#dead by daylight#dbd#dead by daylight x reader#ghostface#dbd ghostface#danny johnson#billy loomis#stu macher#ghostface smut#danny johnson smut#billy loomis smut#scream smut
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