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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.”
#danny johnson#danny johnson x reader#Danny Johnson x you#jed olsen x reader#Jed Olsen x you#jed olsen#danny jed olsen johnson#DBD#DBD Ghostface#ghostface#ghostface smut#danny johnson smut#dbd smut#slasher x you#slasher fic#slasher smut#slasher fandom
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TW⚠️Blood, Danny/You
“𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚.”
Paired with unmasked Danny art I’ve done earlier
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╯‧⁚⁛⁙ ┉ self-aware!ghostface and the player headcanons | part 1/?
-> first things first, once danny breaks the fourth wall, good luck because bby that man will never leave you alone. he wants your attention on him and him alone. you either main him or risk getting your game glitched out til you do.
-> gets frustrated when you purposely let survivors go. this is not a charity party, this is a hunting trial. thinks you're going too soft and might honestly assume control of himself and take matters into his own hands if you keep it up.
-> depending on his mood, he might or might not care if you accidentally let some slip. it's okay hun everyone makes mistakes (but not 3 in a row). you're not like danny, a ruthless and cold-blooded murderer, so he understands. though if he keeps getting flashbanged he will take matters into his own hands again because he's trying not to go blind before his forties.
-> loves watching you scroll on your phone or eating when you're taking a break from matches. if you don't pay attention to him for long he'll start repeating his basic animations (stab stabby stab stab) until you look up and he can see those pretty eyes of yours again. ♡
-> absolutely despises when you switch to survivor. he doesn't get it. what do they have that he doesn't? what's the fun in being chased and hunted? he's so much more fun and entertaining- you can't just replace him like that.
->danny doesn't care about fashion or his appearance overall. his hair is often messy and with hits of dried blood here and there, and sometimes he forgets to wash himself after a kill but he loves when you buy him cosmetics. maybe it's the way your eyes lit up, or the small comments you make about how 'handsomely gorgeous he looks in red', and he craves that attention.
->believes you two are the match. no other killer or survivor could ever have what you and the ghostface have. his skills and your brains are the ultimate pair, any other could only dream of having a 'relationship' like the two of you have.
->snickers to himself as you make background commentary of how the trial is going, 'wow nea what was that?' 'damn are you just gonna leave your teammate die on first hook?' or his personal favourite... 'ace get your fucking ass off of the balcony right now'
->his dark, cold heart flutters in excitement as he hears you cheer after a 4k or after you get vengeance on some particular sassy survivors who think they can outsmart you. oh, how danny would love to see your hands covered in blood as you digged his blade into the corpses of-
->for now, danny will keep watching and testing his boundaries. his limits. watching you from behind a screen can only satisfy him for so long. he wants the real deal, he craves to feel you, your touch, the softness or roughness of your skin. he wants to show you that he's the only one good enough for you.
A/N: trying a new format of headcanons/stories hehehe
#danny johnson x reader#danny johnson#danny johnson x you#ghostface x reader#dbd ghostface#dbd ghostface x reader#dbd x reader#dead by daylight#dead by daylight x reader#self-aware!ghostface
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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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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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Danny reuniting with Reader- an old childhood friend- in the Entitys Realm ?
Reader can be Survivor or Killer , i think both concepts could be fun :]c
old friends | danny johnson x gender-neutral reader
a/n — hope its good! haven’t written for dbd yet and tried to make some stuff more plausible and fleshed out, and i really hope it doesn’t contradict any messy lore the game has!
words — 1.5k
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When Danny woke up in the Entity's realm, he was unsurprised to find himself the sole addition to an already established line of powerful killers. He made a scary tale of himself to haunt survivors—you never know when he could be watching—and got as close to a "friend" as he could be with the other masked murderers like him, and with the wannabes that never could be him. But it wasn't always like that.
In his hometown, someplace far from where he'd eventually end up, he went to school most of the year, had a job over the summer, and made one good friend for any time he needed comfort. He usually didn’t, but there were times when he wanted to toy with someone’s feelings in a way that kept violence out of it. Animals were an enjoyable enough target for him to keep him off of people, like the occasional rabbit or frog strolling through his backyard.
That’s what it started as, at least. It was surprisingly simple to get on your good side; he lent an ear when you needed it and stayed distant when he knew he had you hooked. But he grew to like you as an actual friend with the more time he spent around you, both when you knew about it and when you didn’t. As he got older, he found himself having fewer and fewer friends. Because alongside his age, his twisted mind became more and more obscured, and in his aim to hide it, he hid more of himself away. What once was a tactic to draw you in eventually stopped working, and you confronted his hot and cold behavior.
It became fitting for his job and hobby, needing to hide himself behind the camera’s eye and tucked away in the darkness around his victim’s houses. Now, the latter seemed to be the most useful in the latest game the Entity conjured up. He tries not to think about how it severed the connection he had with his only real friend.
Danny looked around the new location—a line of houses with a four-way street meeting in the middle to divide each house into their own irregularly shaped yard and fence. It looked homely, like the defunct township of Springwood and the segment of old townhouses on the street he knew as Lampkin Lane.
Darting off, he made sure to creep around the edges of the arena, prowling around with a glint in his eye. He heard the swish of footsteps towards a generator as he rounded a car on the street. The night covered him on command. He raised his blade and peered around the corner. Two sacrifices for the Entity worked on the archaic machinery, one covered by the generator as Danny was on the opposing side, and the other was to the left side of it, open and vulnerable. His eyes lingered on the subject—small, male, companion, wrapped in bloody business-casual. The generator chimed with rapid success, so Danny discerned the figure to be the wimpy scampered Dwight Fairfield.
Danny felt a chill of excitement run along his spine; the self-imposed timer had started—a moment where he knew his victim in and out, able to deal the most damage with the least effort to them. Dwight finally noticed the shadowy figure to his right and made a run to the nearest house. Danny pursued the fleeing man, passing the second person working on machinery to chase the easier target. He followed closely behind Dwight through the doorway he entered and into the house.
He trailed behind him on the wooden stairs and swung for his ankles with a missed strike, leaving a chipped divot in one of the steps. Dwight ran to the end of the hall where there was a window—surely, he would take it—so Danny planned to swing again. But, Dwight made a hard left into the room next to it, and he missed his attack for the second time. He turned, looked into the room, and another open window looked right back at him. The bedroom wall made a great frame for the street just outside. Out beyond the view, he heard the sound of two generators starting up with a sputter, and he knew that a third one was soon to be tackled.
He was down the stairs and out the door in seconds, running to just barely meet the cutoff for Dwight’s impending doom by using his sharpened senses to pick up on where the frightened man could have gone. Without much work, he found him just in time as he cowered near a small bush for coverage, hoping he would be overlooked. Unfortunately for Dwight, Danny had him cornered and gravely injured with one sweep of his knife across his back.
The second survivor came running towards him as he picked up Dwight: a taller, lighter-haired guy in a blue cop uniform. Leon, Wesker said his name was. He was one of the more pesky survivors, as he had the ability to craft the most annoying form of counter-play against someone on the opposite team. His flashbang went off without much help this time, though, and Danny managed to keep his hold on Dwight firm. He swung for Leon, got him once, and tracked down a hook to throw Dwight on.
No one came for the poor schmuck, as usual. No one looked for him when he was still considered alive, and the same went for him now, as the Entity’s grasp sent a wave throughout the playing field that the other side was down a team member. Danny managed to down Leon without the wasted time needed to study him and lured the third survivor his way, injuring him and sending him into a sprint for his life. Eventually, he downed him as well and had the both of them resting peacefully before meeting their dooms on hooks across the map. He saw a glimpse of the fourth and final survivor as they ran around a corner, though Danny was carrying his third victim at the time and solely focused on getting them on a hook above all else.
Danny receded into the darkness, letting it shroud him in it as he traversed the map, looking for the final member of the game. That’s when he saw them in the same room he had chased Dwight up to, investigating the wall of all things. He was sure of it, as strange as it sounded, because he couldn’t recall a generator appearing in that room, let alone that floor of the house. Regardless, he made his way back up and through the door. He hit you once while you were distracted and twice when you took the window as a form of escape, watching you fall on the other side.
The scream sounded painfully familiar to one in his past. His trained ears recognized it as the same scream from when you had accidentally scared yourself into thinking a dust bunny was the same deadly spider in Australia. Danny’s legs shook as he stepped over the window he didn’t cross through earlier and out onto the small ledge, realizing that this was the same window he had been ushered out of as a teenager when you weren’t allowed to have friends over and had to sneak him in, or when he would happily invite himself into your home. He looked around, taking in the sights now that he wasn’t pursuing anyone. This place was more than just a haunting image of homeliness; it was his home—hell, it was your whole damn block.
He rushed over to you, simply standing for a moment, watching you turn and do your best to look up at him. Danny had the advantage of wearing a mask, so he could get as close and as personal as he wanted. Unless, in the months or years that had gone by in the real world, you finally caught wind of his cross-country endeavors. Not wanting to give himself away, he hoisted you over his shoulder as he would with anyone else, leaping off the ledge and onto your front lawn. He felt your fists pounding against his back, struggling and fighting to be free. His one hook near the house had been used for a sacrifice, and the nearest one was still too far for him to make it in time. With a strange feeling of relief, you had worn him out for a moment, and you ran away from him, limbering for a final chase that never came.
Danny seemingly disappeared but had cloaked himself in the night again to stalk you from afar. He watched you run straight to the open hatch on the floor. He had decided that he studied you long enough with his stare; he knew all of your weak points and where to strike first, but he couldn't bring himself to approach you when you were so close to freedom. With a huff that echoed in his mask, he watched you disappear into the darkness, and the Entity surrounded him until he was deep in the woods with a few killers that hadn't been called for a match.
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Ｐ Ｈ Ｏ Ｔ Ｏ Ｇ Ｅ Ｎ Ｉ Ｃ (18+)
*ೃ༄ Devilmask Ghostface x fem!reader
[ SUMMARY ]
You have the worst luck, don't you?
You finally meet a kinda witty, kinda clever, kinda handsome guy, and of course he turns out to be a serial murderer with a penchant for fucking with people's heads–especially yours.
From the moment you and Danny first unfortunately met, he can't seem to unwrap his mind from you, no matter how much he tells himself he wants to. You're somehow driving him insane, eating up his thoughts, distracting him...
He's going to have to do something about that.
Maybe have some fun reenacting all those lovely scenarios about you he can't stop envisioning inside his head.
Wherein you’re a photographer who somehow keeps running into the annoyingly hot journalist, Jed Olsen, whom you'd rather be avoiding. Meanwhile, Danny’s got some plans for you…
✧˖°Danny wears his red devil mask exclusively in this˖°✧
[ TAGS ] explicit sexual content, enemies to lovers, except you still hate him, banter, unwittingly flirting with a serial killer, but it’s not your fault cause he’s obnoxious and annoyingly sexy and somehow charming, degradation, praise, rough sex, mask kink, glove kink, voice kink, yandere, breaking and entering, bondage, stalking, dubcon, noncon, knifeplay, threats of violence, coerced sexual and non-sexual acts, Danny’s in his red devil mask exclusively, horror romance, darkfic, slow burn, graphic depictions of crime scenes, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, au!present day
❣️ read on ao3 ❣️
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Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen With Dominant S/o
My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.
Backstory: Danny is getting possessive once these idiotic copycat killers try to come after his man--(you)
(Danny can travel through the entity realm and ours whenever he has free time btw.)
"What's your favorite scary movie?" The voice on the other end was loud and clear, and also used a voice modulator...this was the 3rd time this week. You hung up.
This all was happening because your boyfriend being the goofy ass he was involved you in one of his murder games, and to get you off the 'hook' or whatever Danny made the media believe you are a survivor that got away from the infamous ghostface killer.
And now obviously Danny's little stupid fan boys are trying to 'finish what he started' But no it wasn't Danny who dealt with them, it was you, I mean you dealt with these little copycats with ease.
Danny couldn't protect you even if he insisted on it, he had to still do the games in the entity's realm with the other slashers. But you were fine, you didn't need his help.
The phone continued to ring on end, and every time it would stop it just started to go back to ringing, you can tell the copycat on the other end was extremely annoyed, you didn't doubt he was already in your house.
You heard rustling behind you, a smirk got to your face as you suddenly turned around, and grabbed the copycat's neck your other hand grabbing his wrist where he held the knife up high.
"L-e-t go!" The copycat growled slightly, as you easily held him in place, tightening your grip on his wrist, making him drop his knife. You took a little time to admire his outfit, it was cheap and he probably got it at a nearby costume shop.
you stared at him with your sharp [Eye color] letting out a small laugh at the pathetic nature of the copycat, he didn't come close, not even a little bit to the real thing, I mean if Danny was in the position you knew he would make some type of sexual joke.
Suddenly you heard a strange swirling sound behind you. The feeling of someone hugging you close from behind caused you to drop the copycat.
"Hey~ Babe, I missed you so---" Danny paused, his masked eyes tilting towards the cheap knockoff version of his suit sitting on the floor and turning his way, the copycat took off his mask eagerly and spoke in shock.
"Oh god, oh crap, I'm a big fan, holy shit I-" The copy cat couldn't say a word more, as Danny had registered that this stupid knockoff little bitch was in his boyfriend's house?!
Danny couldn't help but laugh so loud that it would send shivers down anyone's spine. "Are you serious? Are you fucking with me?" Danny paused letting go of his boyfriend as he stopped hugging you..
"My boyfriend, in my boyfriend's house---!! MY--[Your Name] touching you?" Danny dove toward the copycat, brutally stabbing, over and over and over.
You couldn't help but think, that all that blood on the floor would be a bitch to clean up, at least it wasn't on your carpet...
Danny slowly rose up, his entire body twitching slightly from unhinged rage plus psychotic tendencies. Danny could be heard taking in deep breaths before facing you with a seemingly calm demeanor.
"Hey babe? You wanna move to my place?" Danny's demeanor took a whole switch as he was now acting adorable and a bit whiny very needy.
"Please? I promise I'll let you claim me all over in my house~" Danny lightly purred sliding his knife back into his outfit.
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hiii🌚🌚 you should totally make a little thing where we’re running from danny during a trial and get stuck in a window while trying to vault and yk.. he fucks us from behind and it’s like a “help me step bro i’m stuck🥺” kinda position yk HEHEHE 😈😈😈
Sorry i fell off the face of the earth for a few days i had to like idk reset myself ☆(≧∀≦*)ﾉ
Never say step bro I'm stuck again I'm not even joking I'll block you, Stinky
Danny Johnson NSFW, raw, has no aftercare, and a little plot but mainly smut, he’s MEAN (cannon bc because he murders people), um actually he's also COCKY (cannon bc he kills people), and he calls you piggy ( cannon because he likes horror and that is a black Christmas reference) knife stuff
Fog whisps around you as you are forced into another trial. Another day another round. Is it day, or is it night? You may never find the answer.
The entity is cruel in your clothing, a skirt to your mid-thigh, and a button down. Nothing to keep in the warmth. Nothing to hide you from the reality that is the cold red forest.
You think your teammates must all be together- not including you, because a generator is done at lightning speed. Then you hear guttural screams, plural, also at lightning speed. Maybe you shouldn't get them, you'll too just die. Survival of the fittest. They won't remember the trial if you let them die, it's like they have a reset- or something.
You're crouching, lurking, and waiting. Not for long, as The Ghostface jumps out at you.
‘Boo’
He's snickering and taunting you. Mocking the screams of your now-fallen teammates.
A jungle gym is in sight, if you abuse the window and stun him, perhaps the hatch could be located. Maybe you're too tubby, or maybe because the entity is against you, but the window gets blocked from the top halfway through. You do not make it, you are stuck.
He’s snorting and making animal noises behind you.
‘What’s the entity feeding you that you can’t get through the windows?’
‘Oh, it’s blocked.’
He grabs your thighs and tries to pull you out. However, his pullout game must be weak as you do not budge.
He keeps his hands on your thighs as he whistles.
‘Can you not get out?’
‘No?’
‘Does this happen a lot?’
‘First time actually’
You're shivering, it's too much. He's too casual about it.
‘I could cut you in half and play magician, that would be rather amusing ’
‘Please don't’
‘Do you have something else in mind, piggy?’
Nothing. Actually, you're crying a little, but you don't say anything.
He starts to coo and awe at your noises, rubbing and kneading your ass.
He goes around to your other side and pulls out his camera. You’re a mess. Wiping away tears from your cheeks and eyes.
‘That's it. Perfect. That's the picture I'll keep of you.’
He’s taking a couple photo’s. More than needed. Maybe he likes it when you cry, the glossy kind of look.
‘Just me and you babe, whatever will we do?’
He snaps the band on your panties. You just realize nothing is left to his imagination from where he is now standing again.
‘Are you scared?’
‘A little’
There isn't any reason to tell the truth or lie to him. But you think he likes it when you're scared, something kinky.
The cold plastic of his mask is pressed into your ass. He's sniffing you..?
You can feel the squeeze of his hands on your thighs, groaning into them.
He takes off the mask, not that you can him. But the feel of his warm tongue is enough to assume he took it off.
But that's not the only thing to come off, as he slips off your panties as well.
Spreading open your folds, you can hear the shudder of the camera as he takes pictures of your pussy.
You know it's wet, it was dripping on your underwear. What lewd photos he now will have. Blackmail material?
He begins sucking on your clit, shoving his face into you.
Messy, unplanned, and purely out of want.
That's not how Danny usually went. Besides all the times he did things out of rage, like the laser tag incident..
After he's mixed his spit into your cunt, he's ready.
Pulling up his cloak and pulling down his pants, he stares at you.
You're pretty. And you have a nice ass.
Maybe you would make a good girlfriend, maybe.
But he just wants to fuck you right now, really hard
He pumps himself before sliding in.
He's thick, but also kinda lean?
You're shaking again, this is much too abrupt for you
Pinching your leg, he pulls out his blade.
‘A little blood never hurt anyone, right?’
He starts to cut into your thigh. His thrust growing more erotic
Putting the knife away, he smacks the place he just sliced up
Yelping, you start to cry, again.
‘I like that- you crying. Sob for me’
‘You're doing good, do you like merely laying there as you get violated? This could happen to anyone, whore or not. Does that scare you?’
A rhetorical question, he just wants you to cry while he scratches your bleeding leg.
He starts to rub your clit, whipping his knife out again.
‘Where do you want me to put my signature?’
‘It hurts- stop, please..’
Caving GF into your back is a blur to both of you, as he is still occasionally slapping your body around while thrusting considerably too hard
He pulls out and cums all over your wounds, covering them slightly in semen.
‘People would be shaking if they saw this. Are you shaking because of me?’
You didn't even realize you weren't stuck anymore. Only after you fell backward you realized.
‘I'm going to let you go back. But I want you to tell them what I did to you- scare them. Let them know they are not safe from me.’
‘Okay, I promise, I'll tell them’
He picks you up and walks around with you clinging to him.
When you are near the hatch, he puts you down.
‘A picture- for you, to keep’
He's sitting with you on the ground, keeping you in his lap. Putting his face right next to yours- actually, you don't remember when he put the mask back on. You didn't get to see his face.
The light hurts, but he gives you a little polaroid with the two of you face to face, cheek to cheek.
It would be cute if he didn't just cut up your legs
Tucking the photo into your bra, he drops you into the hatch. How kind of him.
He waves goodbye, you do not wave back.
It wasn't bad, it was just a lot. Rushed? Scary? Harmful?
Kinda hot, but you really hope he doesn't keep those photos. For blackmail reasons..
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Killer ( dbd legion( frank, joey)trickster, ghostie,wraith) reactions to when they try to catch their favorite surv (s / o) as he/she jumps through the window, palette, but their pants / skirt remain in their hand. He / she runs away, but they see their pink panties with bunny pattern: 3.
a/n: sorry I didn’t write for wraith:,) I really don’t know what to write for him.
Frank Morrison(The Legion)
Oh…oh. At first he does a double take, he can’t believe that actually happened. He’s been here for so long that nothing like this has ever happened, but then again… he isn’t complaining, seeing those cute bunny print panties you have on was definitely another bonus. Once you realize why your legs suddenly feel cold you look over at Frank, you could already tell he has a smug grin underneath his mask by the way he’s leaning against the wall. You try to convince him to give back your clothings, but you could hear his tongue click. “How about you do something for me first and then I’ll give you them back?”
Joey(The Legion)
Actually freaks out because he didn’t mean do it. He SWEARS, it just happened! He catches a glimpse of those cute bunny pattern panties too, he ends up turning around so quick and mumbling an apology. He’s glad that he has a mask covering his face or else you probably would’ve seen that small smirk he did. “Uhm, can I have my pants back now?” You asked, the part of you wanted to hide in the locker and the other part of you just wanted your pants back before the others came looking for you. Joey was going to hand you your pants back until he pulled it back quickly, making you glare at him. “How about you convince me to?” When you asked him how he already had an idea on his mind “get on your knees and beg for them back unless you want your friends to see you like this.”
Ji-Woon Hak (The Trickster)
His weapon is probably the reason why you’re going to end up flashing him, he might accidentally snag it on your skirt while trying to hit you when you vault the window. He’s honestly amused even lets out a small chuckle when you don’t realize that your panties are showing, he vaults the window before giving you a cocky grin. “Aren’t you missing something? 여보.” You squint your eyes at him before looking down and realizing that you’re giving him a whole show of your panties. “Give.Them.Back.” You said holding your hand out as you looked away from him, he moves his head to the side like if he’s debating on giving you mercy or not. Knowing him though you knew it wouldn’t be easy, “how about you give me a little show and then I’ll probably give them back to you?”
GhostFace(Danny Johnson)
He does it on purpose, if he notices the chases with you are lasting a little too long he’ll do everything to stop you. Even if that meant pull back on your skirt he knew the skirt you were wearing was frail, but he didn’t expect it to be THAT frail. So when he heard a sharp rip he wasn’t surprised that his face was near your panties when you vaulted the window, you let out a shriek before glaring at him. You shout at him saying that he shouldn’t do that, but he doesn’t care. Oh if only you could see that wide grin he had on his face while he held your skirt in his hand, “Danny please! I don’t want the others to see me like this…” “then you better give me something in return babe, or else you’ll end up flashing everyone.” He wouldn’t allow that though, he’ll mori everyone before he allows anyone to see you in your panties.
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ALL ALONE / GHOSTFACE
summary - a secret admirer calls you while you’re home alone. what could go wrong?
warnings - masturbation, fingering, groping, fear-play, stalking, dub-con, obsessive behavior, scarring, blood, cursing.
a/n - first one shot! extra info: afab!reader, 2k+ words.
Living in a small, sleepy town didn’t ensure that chaos wouldn’t break. You knew that. Your parents knew that. The Pruitts, who lived in a cozy home on Brooke St., didn’t know that. Not until their daughter Angie, an unsuspecting 16-year-old, was found mutilated in her bedroom, blanketed in gore.
So, it was no surprise that you immediately froze, darting eyes alternating between the bedroom door and window, as the phone on your nightstand began to ring.
There was the possibility that it was just another idiot meathead from school, maybe a bored friend, or merely a lonesome stranger. Nonetheless, it was late. You had already dozed a bit while ogling at magazines with clothes you could never afford on your babysitter salary. A phone call, even a short one, seemed tedious.
Although, with wakefulness came boredom. Boredom lead to curiosity. The endless ringing buzzed through your mind like a blaring siren. Stomach flat against the bed, you turned your head and stared at the restless phone. It was strange how you felt the dire urge to answer the phone. Almost as if there was an obligation. A dependence on it.
You scooted backwards, resting on your knees. It’s summer. Parents aren’t home. Just one call won’t hurt. You reached for the phone, lazily grasping it in your hand.
Unknown number.
Worry overwhelmed your thoughts as you accepted the call and slowly rose the phone up to your ear.
Curiosity never actually killed the cat…
‘Hello?’
The other end of the line sounded somewhat of static.
‘Hello.’
You rose your eyebrows, rather shocked by the unfamiliar voice. Gritty, low, rasped. Obviously matured. A little…sinister?
‘Erm…do-‘ Every word was considered, over-thought, in fear that over sharing even the smallest details with whoever this was, could be detrimental.
‘Do I know you?’
Rumors were whispered among town of a masked murderer by the name of Ghostface. Though the specifics of Angie’s death were obscured from the public, everyone, without question, assumed it was him. Cold killings only ever occurred in populous cities. A Halloween costume slaughtering a teenager felt like a cruel joke.
‘No. But I know you’
You quietly scoffed, sliding off your bed to impatiently pace around your room.
‘Is that so?’ Maybe the stranger was one of those weirdo punks that smoked at the local park. They always carried a standoffish, mysterious persona. Might as well play along.
‘It is.’ The stranger responded, without hesitation.
‘But only really by your pretty face,’
You rolled your eyes.
‘Which is why I want to get to know you.’
You considered hanging up, hovering your thumb over the “End” button.
‘Whatever.’ You mumbled under your breath, annoyed.
‘Wait! Wait! Wait!’ The stranger pleaded, almost barking into the phone.
You sighed, rubbing the palm of your hand against your forehead,
‘Okay…what do you want to know about me?’
‘Hmm.’ He hummed, ‘What’s your favorite scary movie?’
‘Agh. Halloween is my first pick, but Friday the 13th is a close second. I watch it every summer.’
‘Why those two?’
‘I don’t know. They’re cool. In a way, the final girls remind me of myself.’
‘Because they’re beautiful virgins?’ He teased. You could hear the smile growing on his face.
What kind of comment was that?
‘How do you know I’m a virgin?’ You snapped back playfully, even though you cautiously walked to your window and checked the outside.
The curtains, now slightly ajar, exposed the still summer night. Darkness began to creep into your dimly lit bedroom.
On the other hand, Ghostface could see just enough of you.
‘Just assuming.’ He knew. You hadn’t brought a boy home for all the 3 months he’d been watching you. Even then, he was still a bit clueless.
‘You’re wrong. It’s because they’re tough and smart and-‘ you trailed on, but he wasn’t listening.
Ghostface was crouched behind a thick shrub a few feet away from your window. Seeing the shadows dance on your bare, toned legs was enough to have him frantically unbuckling his belt. Lust had clouded his mind, a free hand massaging the stiff erection in his boxers as his grip on the phone slightly loosened.
While rattling on, you noticed the prolonged silence from the receiver. Listening closer, the man’s breathing seemed heavier.
‘Hey? Are you still there…?’ An uneasy feeling gathered within your stomach.
‘Yeah,’ caged in fabric, he withdrew his ached cock and pumped it steadily, ‘Tell me, y/n,’
He liked to see you stutter. Stiffen. Squirm. The moment your breath hitched, pre-cum dripped from his glans. A gloved hand gliding up and down his cock, slicked with arousal. However, he started to slow. Being too eager would ruin it all.
He hadn’t even gotten to the fun part.
‘How does it feel to be all alone?’
You stalled.
When someone is panicked or afraid, you expect them to run. Fight. Scream.
Do something.
Instead, feet firmly planted into the floor, you stood unshaken, emotionless, like a fresh corpse.
Some freaks enjoyed to frighten people for amusement. That’s just the case. No one was stalking you. You were safe.
Mom and Dad locked the front door behind them…
Your bedroom window was tightly closed…
The patio door is broken, jammed shut…
The kitchen window is a little bit ope-
‘What?’ There’s a hint of genuine confusion, but fear seems to paralyze your mouth from speaking any further.
‘Didn’t mommy and daddy leave you a couple hours ago?’
‘I-‘
‘I know they did.’ Ghostface interrupted, no longer hiding his labored breathing.
‘Because I’ve been watching you aaaaalllll night.’ A menacing, light chuckle followed.
Your brow, unintentionally, furrowed.
‘Every night, I’ve been watching you. Every. Single. Night.’
‘This isn’t fucking funny.’
The tremble of your voice allowed him to pump his cock faster. Each time gradually sloppier, as his thumb occasionally rubbed the tip. His eyes were locked on you. Only you. Not even the snap of a twig, or the rustle of a bush could distract him. He let out a faint moan every so often, just to see your face petrify.
‘You’re a disgusting creep. I’m hanging up!’
‘If you hang up I’ll rip your fucking guts out!’
Glassy tears blur your vision, sending rushes of anxiety throughout your entire body. The phone is practically glued to your ear, as putting it down would be a death sentence. You push the whimpers down your throat, swallowing every sob you can.
It becomes almost uncontrollable. His body is prickling with warmth. His hips give out a sudden jerk as his hand reaches the cockhead. He wants to hear your voice. How it whimpers and stammers when scared. If only you knew his name. To hear his name exhale from your delicate lips, delivered so soothingly. Even the frightened cracks in your voice were heavenly.
‘Come to the window.’
You turned to face the window, but didn’t bother to take another step.
‘Do it.’ He growled lowly, agitated.
Without question, you went to the window drew the curtains back.
The exposure was the worst part. It didn’t matter that you lived on the rural outskirts of town, you still felt as if you were putting on a show. No pants, no bra. Just a shirt and some casual underwear. Modeling for a psychopath.
Ghostface hummed as he felt himself getting closer.
‘Can you say Danny for me, baby?’ He asked, that mocking smirk reappearing behind the mask.
Your blood boiled.
‘Danny? W-why Danny? What kind of messed up shit are you dragging me into, huh? I swear to fucking god I’m going to ca-‘
His pace grew fast. He closed his eyes and let his body slouch. J-just keep talking, he chanted underneath his loud breath.
‘I’m giving your name to the cops, Danny!’
That was enough.
He couldn’t help the vulnerable moan that escaped him. Stumbling to his knees, he took in a few breaths, still looking at you. The phone left his hand with a toss. He had put himself back together, finally buckling his belt.
Your heart beat through your chest as soon as you noticed it.
He dropped the phone.
Like a glass cup on a hardwood floor. The sound of the phone hitting the grass, muffled and faint, rang through your ears.
You didn’t even feel the phone fall from your clutch.
Panic made you fast. Though earlier your body had gone numb, you managed to bolt to the kitchen.
Your life depended on it.
The kitchen window easily slammed shut, now you were focused on finding a weapon. Rummaging through cabinets and drawers, throwing silverware and plates across the room as if they were confetti. You found a drawer full of vicious knives, and chose the largest, sharpest one.
The silence became deafening.
In the reflection of your prized knife, a tall, dark figure with a ghostly face prowled a few feet behind you.
Before you could even turn to impale him, he pounced at you. Holding your struggling body against his, he dug his chin into your shoulder. The hunting knife he held pushed into the skin on your stomach.
You fought as hard as you could. Your elbows dug into his figure, legs flailed, kicking in all directions. Managing to push the both of you against the wall, he held you tighter, and let the knife slowly dig into your skin.
‘You gonna kill me?’ You said through gritted teeth.
He let out an amused chuckle, ‘I don’t want to hurt you baby,’
His voice was less deepened, with a clearer rasp. Still muffled.
‘I just didn’t want you to be all by yourself!’ A roaming hand grabbed your breast. The leather hand massaged your clothed chest teasingly. Moans bubbled from your lips.
‘Especially since a murderer has been running around town.’ Ghostface let his whispers fall close to you. His breath trailing your ear, to your jawbone.
You hated how you melted in his embrace.
‘Look at you, whoring yourself out so soon.’ The lunatic snickered at the blooming color on your cheeks.
He loved it.
There was a warm bulge grinding against your back. Two gloved fingers played with the hem of your panties.
‘You’ll be good for Ghostie, right?’
Something within you screamed. Cried for mercy. For dignity. It reverberated inside of your body. Calling your name, begging you to be conscious. Panic had washed away, but the fear still lingered. Depravity wanted him to defile you. Completely. For your own sick, selfish desires. Years of sexual frustration. A new adult who had barely been touched. It wasn’t right. But you would survive.
‘I will.’
That creeping hand of his ever so carefully slid into the your underwear, rough leather caressing sensitive skin.
His thumb now pressed circles onto your clit. The kitchen lights began to blur as your mind drowned in a steamy fog. His clutch did not weaken now that you didn’t resist. You were slightly lifted, head resting against a strap on his shoulder. Remorse contracted the muscles in your stomach as each pulse of pleasure jolted your body. Those same two fingers entered your throbbing cunt, the pressure on your clit strengthening. Whimpers freely spilled out from your mouth. Whether you were forced into obedience or pitifully insane no longer mattered.
You liked it.
The hunting knife still intimidated you. Hovering closely to your stomach, any mistake or mishap ending with a painful stab. He wouldn’t kill you. Not now. He seemed to revel in the heat of the moment. Though, speaking too soon would be a death wish.
His calm pace became aggressive, excited. It wouldn’t be long before you broke.
The stimulation wares on your body. You throw your head back, and rest your forehead against the side of his mask, his head slightly tilts.
He hums, pulling the arm holding your chest away. The active arm hooks you against his torso.
From your peripheral, he holds out a gray…rectangle?
‘Don’t be shy, baby.’
The single thrust of his fingers sends your entire body limp with a cry. Simultaneously, a bright flash causes you to wince. He lets you fall to the floor, much more invested in the picture he just took.
‘Aww, tsk, well isn’t that a great memory.’
You’re sweating, softly cowering as you think over everything at once. There’s nothing left within you to crawl away or scream. You might as well be dead.
There’s a sudden surge of pain bursting in your leg. A sharp edge cutting through the skin of your thigh. You don’t move in fear that the blade will drag farther, but you can’t help the agonized grunts and shakes. Cold gushes of blood trickle down your heated leg.
He carved the initials G.F. into the thick of your thigh.
Ghostface then crouches down in front of you, gently placing the blade of his knife under your chin to lift it. Your tired eyes meet with his soulless face.
‘Remember that I’m always here,’
‘So when I’m bored, and you’re alone, I might come visit you again.’
The toying tone of Ghostface’s voice shifted to a serious growl.
‘Without an invite.’
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TW⚠️Blood, Danny x You
“𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩, 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚.”
Alternative version with his pseudo Jed Olsen glasses on
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This might be random but could I request some Ghostface fluff? Like after a lot of tiring trials Ghostie just need some TLC from his confused favorite survivor (aka forced cuddling that turns soft?) Sorry I've been having a rough week and just need some TLC myself 😔 thank you so much if you decide to write this
I’m so sorry for doing this so late!I really hope you are feeling better and are having a much better week/month ! Hopefully this gives a bit of comfort to you <3333 much love. (:
Danny Johnson (Ghostface) x Reader
To say that trials have been rough for Danny, would be an understatement. It felt as though the entity had began to give survivors better tools or brighter flashlights that was made to make him feel like he was the victim in these trials.
He felt humiliated. Danny always prided in being one of the better killers in the realm. His stealth and gruesome methods of killing the survivors had branded him with a higher status. The entity had rewarded him many times, first with his camera then a few other awesome outfits that replicated his original Ghostface persona. He was it’s Golden boy.
So why the fuck was he beginning to lack? He never had this problem before. It was although the survivors were taken him less seriously. No longer fleeing whenever they saw him lurking around. It was irking him.
His ego was taking a big hit. The knife felt heavy in his pocket. No longer giving him the pleasure that he so desperately needed. His gloved hands were clenching and unclenching as he sat on the roof that was over a porch of the many homes that made up Haddonfield. His legs dangling over the edge as he stared off into the distance. Eyes set on the trees, roaming along the open spaces between each tree. Waiting.
After a few minutes of him running his hand through his hair and trying to rub the exhaustion off his face. He debated grabbing his mask and just leaving. But you finally appeared between the tree lines.
Your hesistant steps giving Danny some pleasure that he still had an unnerving presence. Even for someone like you, who had made their way into being one his favorites.
Well, his only favorite. Not that you needed to know.
He had made habit to tease you in and out of trials. Lurking in the woods whenever you would gain the courage, or stupidity, to break off from your group and venture alone. At first he thought he just wanted to kill you, having you to his own with no pressure of your teammates saving you in the way. But as time went on, the want to kill was there but it never occurred more than a fleeing thought. Stuck in the back of his mind.
He begin to enjoy your company. The way you would tense up when he got too close, or your glare when he said something that he knew would get under his skin.
He watched you walk in the middle of the street, eyes searching around the intimation of a neighborhood. Danny patiently waited for you to get closer until you allowed your eyes to roam up, catching his relaxed figure.
You stared at him before pushing yourself forward, disappearing under him onto the porch. About 20 seconds pass when he hears the window behind him sliding open. The thudding of your footsteps against the wooden roof following you as you came beside him.
You plopped down beside him, keeping a safe distance between the both of you and letting out a deep sigh.
“Glad you came to join me. Did you miss me?” He asks teasingly, watching your side profile. “And I thought I was the stalker.”
You roll your eyes at this. “Sure. It's not like you threatened me to meet you here. What was it that you said? That you’ll cut my tongue off in the next trial.”
You looked at him from the corner of your eye before leaning forward and placing your elbows on your thighs as you looked below you.
“You make it seem like you hate being around me.” Danny sighs sadly, leaning back against one of his hands as he watched you. “That’s a bit rude. Kids these days have no manners.”
“Oh shut up.” You laugh as you finally turn towards him. “Please don’t tell me you’re that old.”
“A lady never tells her age.” He smirks at your deadpan look, tilting his head as you begin to search his face. It was still a new development for him to be maskless around you. But a part of him felt..good about it. It’s been so long since someone really looked at him. With the way your eyes gazed over him, he wished he would have done it sooner.
Look at him becoming soft. Had the trials really messed with his head that bad? He tore his gaze away once you quirked an eyebrow.
“Bad trials?” You ask simply, gazing down at the forgotten mask beside him. Danny let out a scoff as he pulled a leg up from the edge, pressing a knee close to his chest.
“Me? A bad trial? Who do you think I am.” He snaps. The reminder of his errors had him frowning, remembering the anger and disappointment from before.
“Yeah come on. I saw the way Nea had you running around like a complete idiot.” You grin at the way his eye twitched. “I'm surprised you didn't get a concussion from all those pallet dropped on your head.”
“Shut your mouth.” He growls, the dangerous glint back in his eyes as he stared back at you. Your smile faltering at the familiarly of the first time you were face to face with him. You almost forgot that you were in the presence of a monster. “maybe I should make of my promise of cutting your tongue off.”
You push yourself up from your seat, keeping your expression from showing the fear that sparked from his threat. “Maybe you should. I don’t know why you even forced me out here if-”
Danny’s hand shot out, grabbing a hold onto your wrist. The tight grip pausing you from moving any further, your fingers clenching into a fist as you waited. He sighed, trying to push down his frustration as he pulled for you to sit down. “Okay. Just..wait.”
You stay silent as he seems to struggle with himself before you watch him lay back against the wooden panels of the roof. Before you can question what he was doing, his grip tightened as he pulled you back with him. Pulling a small “oof” as he position for you to face away from. Arms wrapping around your waist.
“Danny?” You choked out as your mind spun in confusion at the position. “What is happening.”
“Shut up for once.” He hisses as you feel, what you could guess is his forehead, press against your back. His chest was flushed against you, legs tangling between yours as he holds you close to him. You swallow around the protest that you were ready to shoot at him.
Fingers rubbed along your skin. The sensation on your sides sending sparks up your spine. Your body releasing the tension as you relaxed against his hold. You tried to ignore the panic that had your chest beating fast and focused on Danny’s breathing against you.
It wasn’t the most comfortable position, with the wood being your only cushion. You had half the mind to wish he had chosen a bed to force this on you, but dismissed it quickly because that would definitely lead into more problems.
So you stayed in that position for a few minutes. Allowing Danny to hold you, both your hearts slowing down to a normal pace as the forever lasting night surrounded you both. You grew the courage to place your hands on top of his, slighting rubbing the knuckles. Danny hummed at that.
Your face flushed at the sound before you pushed yourself away, ignoring the protest he gave, and turned your body around to face him. His eyes were half opened as though he had begin to fall asleep. Strands of dark hair fanning over his dark eyes, that were watching you carefully.
You break the silence.
“Who knew The Ghostface was a huge cuddler?” You awkwardly smile. A beat passes before Danny replies with a playful scowl.
“I should really cut off that tongue of yours.” You giggle before sticking your tongue out, reeling your head back when gloved fingers playfully pretend to grab for it. Danny matches your lopsided grin with his own smile.
You bite your lip as you begin to think, reading his expression. He then remembers this was new terrority.
Danny’s about to say something, already pushing himself to a sitting position but you scoot closer. Placing your hand on his chest and pushing him down. Surprised eyes watch as you lean your head on his chest. Your left arm wrapping around his waist.
He swallowed down the lump in his throat. The feeling of you, willingly, pressing against him and playing with the straps of his outfit, had his body feel as though it engulf in flames. He wasn’t blushing. No that would never happen.
Carefully, he places an arm around you, while the other is placed beneath his head. His hand falls on your waist, something he doesn’t think he could ever get tired of holding.
Even if he knew the moment was soon to be cut short by the entity’s greedy claws, he couldn’t help but allow himself to melt into the embrace. The moon that never disappeared watching over as you both enjoy the limited comfort that was rare in the realm.
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Masquerade
tags: Danny Johnson(Ghostface) x gn!reader, fluff.
The fog seemed to gather around your feet, the darkness creeping up your legs as you walked towards the centre of the rundown chapel. Music, eerie and ethereal in the way it filtered off of the walls, played around you. Something classical, but you couldn’t even begin to place what, the instruments seemed to melt together in an almost distorted mass.
You stopped to look around for the source of the music, a gander through one of the Entity’s realms, but beyond the music, it was quiet. Maybe too quiet. The hair on the back of your neck stood up suddenly, a shudder going down your back. A gloved hand slid over your hip from behind, a body dangerously close to yours.
“What have I told you about straying from the fire?”
His voice was quiet and muffled behind you, fingers curling around your hip to pull you back into him. “Danny.” He chuckled. He always took some sense of pleasure in hearing you say his name, his real name. “You’re using a different cologne today.” You noted, it wasn’t like the one that smelled of rubbing alcohol or even the usual musky one he wore.
Danny released you, albeit momentarily, instead turning you around to face him. His face was obscured by a new mask, golden, it was fancy. “I see the Entity is treating you well.” He was dressed perfectly for a masquerade. He tilted his head slightly at you, holding a gloved hand out to you.
You slipped your hand into his and he tugged you close, his free hand returning to your hip. Danny wasn’t all that tall, but the heel of his shoes gave him some extra height. You almost wondered if he requested that specifically. The thought made you smile. “What’s got you smiling, dollface?”
“You.”
The man chuckled again, stepping backwards and gently pulling you with him. “That so?” You gave a nod and he seemed pleased once more. “Dance with me?” Danny asked as if he wasn’t already swaying you both slightly to the disembodied music around you. But you indulged him, your free hand moved up to his shoulder.
It was rare to get quiet moments in the Entity’s realm, each one you had to take full advantage of. This one would be no different.
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o-oh, i love me some new X reader blogs!! i really liked your first post and very excited for all the new content <3
could i request Doctor, Ghostface, Julie (or any other Legion member of your liking) and Wesker with a survivor, who is a god looper and treats trials more lika a friendly competition than.. whatever they are for everyone else? like they would full-on run the killer until the gates are open, leave their item and say they r already looking forward for the next trial together 🏃🏃. bonus points, if they also compliment both successful and unsuccessful mindgames mid-chase :D
thank you!! i'll be very happy to provide new content! also this was a funny request to fill out cause i myself have looped a wesker for two gens, so you can say i wrote from experience. but that wesker wasn't as friendly hehe <33
Herman Carter / The Doctor:
Without a doubt, Herman is confused by your behavior. He's never seen a survivor behave like you -- skillfully running him around and laughing while you do it, giving him a friendly goodbye at the gates after every trial and leaving your items for him. It's perplexing. He'd feel the need to study you, figure out why and how your brain ticks in this kind of way. But he knows he'll have to catch you first.
He takes every chase as a chance to study you as best as he can from a distance: where you decide to go, how you decide to trick him, what you think he'll do to counter him. Chances are he has a few pages of a notebook dedicated to whatever the hell it is that you're doing.
He enjoys the opportunity to run another real experiment, he doesn't get many chances in the realm. He'll do any number of things during chases to see how you'll react and what you do to compensate for it, and will be quietly impressed when you successfully mindgame him.
And when you unsuccessfully mindgame him, instead of hauling you to a hook, he'll take a moment to have you cornered and more closely inspect you. Half-intimidation tactic, half-studying you. He must know your secrets.
In truth, Herman may never understand why you see the trials as more friendly competition rather than a fight for your life…But he does find you fun to study. He'll keep you around.
Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:
Danny is very much a can of worms. You never really know what'll happen when someone does something out of the ordinary around him. But as he's chasing you and realizes you're running him around for fun, so your teammates can complete gens, he honestly enjoys it. Something new and exciting. He may be unpredictible, but he enjoys a good bit of fun.
He's immediately playing along with you, happily chasing you around pallets and vaults, even hiding around corners or in bushes or underneath windows waiting to scare or grab you when you round/jump them. You're the most fun he's had since coming to the realm, most likely.
He won't hurt you when you accidentally smack right into him; he prefers giving you a chance to correct your mistake and keep the little game going. He's having fun and doesn't want to end it so rudely.
When you mindgame him successfully, though, you may be able to hear him giggling a little bit before running after you again. He may be having a little too much fun. Any other survivors who happen to witness this will be utterly confused.
He's always so happy to wish you goodbye and tell you he's looking forward to your next trial too. He counts the days until he happens upon you while stalking around again.
Julie Kostenko / The Legion:
Julie is insanely pissed at first. She enjoys a good chase, but not like this. She almost hates that you're having fun and are so carefree during trials - it's not supposed to be fun for anyone but her! She gets the worst tunnel vision whenever you're in a trial together, she sees red every time she gets you in a chase and has to get you on a hook.
She's like this for a while about it, trying her hardest to out-mindgame you and get you down and on a hook. She's quiet when she does; she's not really one for rubbing her victories into people's faces. But she's proud.
She gets over it, eventually. She starts seeing it more of the same way you do: a little friendly competition, at least between the two of you. She starts having more fun chasing you around, and stops caring whether she wins or loses -- she just enjoys having another person to run around having fun with.
When you successfully mindgame her, she laughs about it. It helps her feel like the superior one, whether you're doing it on purpose or not, and she loves that.
She does especially love your little goodbyes and gifts at the gates. She always accepts your items and takes them back with her, and may even use them in personal projects. She feels touched having a new person who likes her so much. It absolutely warms her cold, murderous heart.
Albert Wesker / The Mastermind:
You know Wesker, he loves his games, and he's delighted to have a survivor who sees the trials the same way he does; as a game. He may be one of the few, if not the only, killer who would get a kick out of a survivor like you. He genuinely has fun in trials with you.
He gets so caught up trying to catch you he often will completely lose trials to you, but he doesn't even get frustrated. He just knows he has to try harder to be able to catch you, because it'll be that much sweeter the next time he does get you.
He's always trying to out-mindgame you at pallets and vault locations, and almost every time he thinks he's finally gotten your patterns down, you surprise him. He finds you a very interesting and entertaining specimen.
When the two of you are closer, he'll compliment your technique when you impress him like that. He's rarely impressed and he thinks you should know when you do it.
…But when he manages to outsmart you, he gets quite smug about it. He may rub it in your face a bit as he carries you to a hook, but it's all in good fun, he's just like that.
He does enjoy your little goodbyes at the gates, and always tells you he's looking forward to your next trial, too. He may even give you a little wave with his ouroboros, if the other survivors left before you.
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𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍, 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋
nav | danny m.list | mini fic | post!entity, dom!danny sub!reader, dead by daylight is its own warning, smut in a trial, vibrator, hand job, mention of the entity watching, going through hatch keeps ur clothes the way they were when the trial ended.
the fog brought you in, covering your being like time and time before, a feeling that felt so weird but all too familiar. most of your trials were with ghostface, he bragged about it over and over in your ear that he was the entity’s favorite which meant he got special treatment, telling you that you were so special since he always picked you, he had an ego but you couldn’t help but like it a bit. you and Danny had a weird relationship, he liked to play with you more than the others and you were sick of being bored while in eternal hell.
danny was excited, he had gotten a gift from her and was excited to use it but she did add a little challenge but it was nothing he couldn’t work with but he hoped luck was on his side.
when you came too you were standing by a tree. you looked around, haddonfield, you hoped it wasn’t michael myers, he was always brutal when you all were in his own realm.
you didn’t see anyone around you, no one to group with which was always a hit or miss. you walked quietly into one of the houses, you went to the generator, it starting to come back to life was always scary, what if they heard you? it always made your stomach hurt.
you heard a scream, bill, only being injured then getting away. you wondered who it was and you guessed it was danny but the slight chance it wasn’t got the best of you every single time. the others stayed away when it was ghostface in a trial, they considered you bad luck when it was him since everywhere you went he was close behind.
“love when you’re in that position bunny” danny said, standing behind you while you were on your knees moving and connecting wires. you jumped and turned which made the generator shudder and blew out smoke with a loud noise. anyone that was close to that gen moved away since bill had told them it was ghostface and they all knew you were in the trial.
danny leaned against the wall next to the gen, “i have a game for us” he said as he looked down at you. “lets go somewhere more private” he added.
he held out his hand and you took it quickly.
danny guided you downstairs, the basement was a good place that they would avoid if noise was made.
“what’s the game?” you asked softly, he walked you to the generator that was against the wall.
“you’ll find out, start doing the gen” he said, you huffed at his smug behavior. you moved to the ground, getting on your knees and you could hear him getting behind you. when you felt his lips on your neck you knew the mask was off and your hands went down to your jean shorts, you unbuttoned and unzipped them but didn’t pull them down a bit.
“eager huh?” danny whispered.
“always” you responded.
“start doing the generator” he said, his tone serious. you furrowed your brows but started moving levers.
danny took his gift out of his pocket, he had snatched bill’s flashlight for the batteries earlier and maybe made sure it worked and teased himself through his pants for a second.
you felt his hands going to your cunt, his gloves were still on you thought it was his gloved finger on your clit before it started to vibrate.
your thighs clenched together and you blew up the generator, your hand grabbed his wrist as your face displayed pleasure. he moved it up and down a little bit, it was on the lowest setting.
“it was a gift from her, i think she likes to watch” danny whispered in your ear. you laughed softly. “here’s what we’re gonna do, your friends need to get all the generators done and you can’t cum until then and maybe ill let you get the hatch” he added, you whined and he turned up the speed.
“i know, i know, its gonna be too much for your sweet cunt to handle huh?” he teased, you nodded and shuddered against him.
“better hope they get done fast” danny whispered with a chuckle. he knew this was a lot, basically like using a vibrator for the first time again since being taken by the fog. your thighs were already shaking and danny took his free hand and brought your hands to the generator.
“be a good survivor and help” he snickered, his cock pressed against you, he moved his hips a little to get more friction. you tried to focus but you couldn’t, you connected the wrong wires and it blew again making you jump into him. the sound of a generator being finished rang through the realm. danny laughed in your ear, the speed on the vibrator went up again. you moaned as the sound of the generator started to decrease.
“danny please, i wanna cum” you moaned.
“then you know what to do” he said.
your hands went back to the generator, your panties were soaked already and your cunt ached. another wire, another lever then another wrong connected wire blew it once again. it was sure that none of the survivors would be coming down to help.
your hand went back and rested on danny’s thigh.
“aw my poor bunny, your fingers must hurt” he fake pouted, moving the vibrator a little faster on your clit. danny hoped the entity would let him keep it, he could imagine fucking you with it while you sucked him off.
“try again” danny said, his other hand came down and into your panties, he spread your lips apart, the vibrator still on your clit.
you moaned out and tried to focus on anything but cumming. your hands went back to it then just a couple minutes later it blew again making you whine but another sound that meant another generator was done rang about. you were over failing the gen and slid one hand behind you and onto danny’s pants.
undoing his zipper and moving under his boxers, stroking his cock as you groaned from a jab of pleasure.
“you wanna help that way? that’s so sweet of you, maybe i should let you cum when they complete the next gen?” he said, you nodded and mumbled please over and over.
he snickered, “but i think you can wait, don’t wanna change the rules mid game” he teased and you whined.
another gen then another, they were on the last gen now. you were so close, tears almost spilling out of your eyes. you continued to jerk danny off and he groaned in your ear. danny moved the hand that was spreading you open to roam your body.
danny’s hand clasped over your mouth, he shushed you and the only thing you could hear was the vibrator and the roar of a generator above you. a smirk crossed danny’s face.
“your friends are right above us, what would they think if they knew about us?” danny whispered in your ear, your hips bucked into the vibrator, you made a sound from under his hand but in reality all you wanted was to cum. you moaned under his hand while they continued to work on the gen.
danny bucked into your hand, he wasn’t worried about cumming this time, he could jerk off later.
the sound of the generator being finished made your eyes go wide, you two heard the shuffles of feet leaving the house as quickly as possible.
“cum for me bunny, cmon you deserve it” danny said, letting go of your face. you bucked harder, finally being able to let go, your legs trembling and jumping back from the vibrator as you came, you closed your eyes and moaned, leaning into him even more.
danny moved the vibrator off you once you were done, he moved your hand while you recovered a little.
“good girl” he whispered. danny fixed his pants and put the vibrator into his pocket. you caught your breath as he moved his hands back to you, zipping and buttoning up your shorts for you.
the sounds of the others leaving made danny aware of the time crunch you two now had.
“better start looking for that hatch bunny” he said as he got up, “ill give you a head start” he added.
you managed to find the hatch before the time ended and once you got back to the camp your panties were still wet.
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