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Kidnap Me Next Time

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Summary: You and (Pre-entity) Danny have been in a relationship for awhile and you let slip that maybe you're interested in Ghostface and maybe would like for him to catch you and hold you at knife point. Danny, ever devoted spouse that he is, is gonna make sure you get just what you desire.Or! In which Ghostface pays you a visit and chases you through the woods to fuck you and make you cum again and again and again.

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Fandom: Scream / Dead by Daylight - DBD

Relationship: Ghostface/Reader - Danny ‘Jed’ Olsen/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gn and has a vulva, knifeplay, overstimulation, full list of warnings on AO3!

Words: 7.4k

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You knew what he did. 

It should have scared you. It SHOULD have sent you running for the hills. 

It should have. 

You'd known Danny since you were teens. He'd been apart of the journalism class; He'd always been really into photography. And you? 

Well, you were his favorite subject to take pictures of. 

At first it had been a joke from you when you were kids. Offering to be his model. It varied from funny pictures of you both in ghost sheets with the headline being 'Real Ghosts Caught On Camera!!!!'. To simpler things like you holding up school lunches with a disgusted or excited face to highlight it for the school news. 

Then it turned to private sessions as you got older where Danny practiced putting you in pretty positions, dressing you up or doing fun photo-shoots in a pumpkin patch. It made you feel pretty- and, of course, you got to hang out with your best friend. 

It didn't even faze you to find out he had Polaroids of you in his room. It just made sense, really. Danny was your best friend and that was his hobby and work! So to display both just made sense, right? Besides, plenty of people had pictures of their friends in their room! 

You didn't see any red flags. Nothing alerted you; Nothing warned you. 

And...even if something did warn you, would you have ever run?

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In hindsight, you should have seen it coming. Ever since you'd become friends, Danny had been a bit...eccentric, so to speak. Anytime anyone said anything even remotely poorly about you or toward you, you'd find the person spooked out of their wits the next day. 

Danny always said, ‘maybe the boogeyman paid them a visit’, or maybe karma just struck them hard in the head. Of course, you'd always had a nagging feeling he did something about it- but you always thought it was kind of sweet. 

It all came to a head one night when in college there had been warnings. Don't pick up the phone from unknown numbers, don't stay out past curfew, don't do this, don't do that. There was a killer on the loose, one that didn't seem to have a pattern or motif even. 

There had only ever been empty film rolls sometimes found. Or with a picture left behind of a ghost masked fiend taking a picture with the prey left mangled on the ground. 

Nothing identified the person. No one knew the exact height or shape behind them, just that they were cloaked in all black with a ghoulish common Halloween mask. It even got to the point where no Halloween store sold the masks anymore. 

You'd had a sinking feeling. 

Danny had only ever been secretive with his photo room. He asked for privacy whenever he was working in there, and at first you didn't think anything of it. Not opening the door so no light would go in just made sense. 

Then your ex went missing. People pointed at you for it, but no evidence linked back. All you had was evidence of their stalking and harassment. You couldn’t say you were too shaken up to hear they were missing, in fact, you kind of relished in the freedom that you could walk around without concern. Still, it left you feeling guilty. After all, how could you be happy that another person was gone by the hands of the Ghostface? 

Danny comforts you during that time, though his words are laced with some form of acid. Even as he brushes your hair to the side and tells you that maybe it's for the best they went and vanished. 

"Maybe the boogeyman scared them away." His voice had murmured to you, low and with an amused angle to it. You couldn't help but huff a small chuckle in turn, remembering his words when you were kids. 

It takes you just a few hours after with the words turning in your mind before you had frozen in bed. 

But...your best friend- your sweet best friend- he...he couldn't possibly do something like that. 

Could...he? 

Your thoughts turned for the rest of the night without any sleep from you. Your best friend, tall and lanky as he was, he was certainly smart enough to get the job done if he wanted. He wasn't horribly strong, but that was one thing he had always joked to you. 

That he didn't need strength, he just needed smarts. 

Normally it would have been said after having pinning you for a tickle war or during a fun game of tag or something or the other. Just a tease, nothing more. 

Then you'd thought about it more. The secrecy of the photos- and the killer's tendencies to take pictures of their prey. His fascination with the macabre and dark- but even then, he was the more gothic type, so that could be explained away. 

And then, at 3 in the morning with your mind racing, you got a phone call. 

An unknown number. 

You had swallowed thickly, remembering the warnings from security. A mix of dread and terror swarms you, but even as you had stared at the phone, something happened. 

If...this Ghostface character was Danny. He wouldn't hurt you. 

This is something you were sure of. 

You had exhaled, grabbing the phone and answering it with a soft, tired, "Hello?" 

The voice on the other end sounded modified somehow, a lower tone like a growl. "In the mood for a game, sweetheart?" 

You should have felt ice in your veins, but you were so certain of your answer. Feeling a bit more confident, and awake, you sat up in bed, carefully cradling your phone as your eyes slowly scanned your bedroom. "A game? At this hour? Don't you ever sleep, Mr. Ghostface?"  

No way a normal guy would just call you up with cryptic words, let alone pull a prank with the current scare going around. Especially from an encrypted number. Your thoughts twist and turn as you had slowly reached under your bed for a gun. Not a real gun, it was a foam dart gun that Danny had got you. Something you whipped out when you knew he was in the house so you could thwap him with a harmless little flat 'bullet'. 

That night you had found yourself in a game of hide and seek. Find the killer inside the house. 

He tried threatening you, but each one sounded more like he was flirting or dirty talking you. Then, when you had finally found him- in the basement of course- you had hit him with the foam dart from across the room and heard familiar laughter. 

It was then you knew for certain, but not before you had found yourself chased and soon pinned to the ground. Danny had asked you if you were scared, the flat of his knife caressing the side of your face as his mask stared you down. 

You had told him no. You knew he would never hurt you. 

He had asked if you were disgusted by him, if what he did to people- to your ex made you scared of him. All while the ghoulish white mask looked down at you. 

You had told him no, once more. 

You knew he would never hurt you. 

-- 

That's when your relationship had developed further. Things just seemed to naturally fall into place. No more secrets in the way, Danny had said to you one night with his head on your lap and nuzzling into your abdomen fondly. 

It felt...right. Like this was always supposed to happen. It's a loving relationship, everything you could have dreamed of. You give and take equally, he's a gentleman to you, and your communication is perfect. Not to mention the sex is good. Really good. 

There's just a small little hitch. Just a tiny thing, really. 

You have to ignore the news. 

Anytime you hear about a murder or things about the Ghostface, you turn the channel or radio station. You turn an ignorant eye to it and play like some people who simply just didn't want to hear about it. 

Danny, however, likes to have you involved in his work sometimes. Nothing hands on, thank God. He just likes to talk about ideas in an encrypted way. Like asking for your opinion about colors or settings for his...art. 

Always using that word. Art. A secret shared between you two, even when he catches your gaze and his grin turns wolfish. Predatory. 

You hate when he does that. It sends your heart racing, quickly averting your gaze and turning your head to hide your flush. But you know he always catches it. 

Yes, it's fucked up. You know it is. But it was a fantasy you had. Of the big bad Ghostface chasing you down somewhere and taking you to have his way with you. Not even taking off his mask for it, a mystery man for all eternity despite you knowing who it was. 

It was a dark fantasy. A fantasy you know Danny shared on some nights where his dirty talk got filthy and hot in your ear. Where he'd have his fingers sunk into you, murmuring in your ear what a pretty picture you'd make. How he bets you'd like it if he was wearing his gloves, using you to get off after a new 'art project'. 

You liked it, truthfully. You liked the ideas he put into your head. That sort of control he had on you. 

Then Danny comes home one night dressed in all black and a leather jacket. He's wet from the rain, his hair sticking to him and the lightning behind him lighting up the room in an intimidating way.  

He looks like he's prowling right towards you where you sit on the countertop of your kitchen. You look as coy as ever, despite having sent him some...pictures while he was out. Knowing damn well you're gonna get what you deserve. 

His calloused hands slide up your thighs and you hum in delight, winding your arms around his neck just as he forces your thighs apart to make room for himself. His breath is warm against your lips as you tilt your head up to him, feeling just how his hand slides up your waist. Up your chest. 

Then it fists into your hair, yanking your head back and making you gasp with an arch of your back. 

"You were bein' a tease, baby." His voice is low, his nose tracing up your neck as he comes up until his lips can brush against your jawline, then the shell of your ear. You shudder. "And while I was working no less." 

"Thought you could use some encouragement for your art," You huff out, your voice strained and your lashes fluttering when his teeth brush across your neck in a quiet threat. "You didn't like them?" 

"Oh, I loved them. Don't get me wrong, sweetheart." His voice is soothing, a mock coo as he leans back to get a good look at you. He eases the hold on your hair, allowing you to peer up at him just in time to catch his hungry gaze. "Just got a bit...messier than I wanted to. Had to get back home to you." 

"You gotta be careful," He continues, his voice all mock croons and faux worry. His hand leaves your hair to slide down your neck, a loose grip wound around your throat. "What if that Ghostface guy had caught you, huh?" 

It shouldn't make you whine, but it does. The idea of being caught when you were on the balcony taking pretty pictures of yourself in the glow of the moon. Where you'd even sent a teasing video to him with your legs pulled up, sat on your balcony and showing your pussy off to the camera. 

"Maybe I'm into it," You tease back, leaning into the hand around your throat to tempt him. You glance beneath your lashes up at him, practically batting your lashes at him. "That such a bad thing, Danny?" 

The groan he releases and the way he shoves his hips against yours makes you grin in victory. Even more when he huffs out, "You're a menace." 

"That's why you like me. Cause I give you a hard time." You poke back, winding your legs around him to hold him in place. 

Then, like a light goes off, Danny's eyes brighten. At first, his hands slide down your body until they reach your hips. Holding you still as he seems to consider something, looking over your face with a small furrow to his brows. 

Before you can even think too much about it, Danny cuts off your thoughts. 

"What if...that Ghostface fella did catch you." He starts slow, rubbing circles into your hips and watching your reaction carefully.  

You allow him to see your eyebrows raise curiously, quietly prompting him to go further.  

"What if," Danny continues carefully, his eyes flickering over your face slowly. "What if Ghostface found you. Wanted to watch you. Take a few of your pictures for his secret collection." 

Another pause, this time followed by your lips parting and your breathing getting a tiny bit heavier. Seeing a positive reaction in you, Danny feels braver and continues. This time with a tug of your hips to his and his fingers sliding slowly up under your sweater to touch your bare flesh. 

"What if he wanted to take you right where he caught you. You're so pretty, baby, it'd be hard for anyone to keep their hands off you." His hands now reach your chest, squeezing and swiping his thumbs over your nipples to make you bite your lip. "No one would hear you scream, not when he's got you in his grasp." 

"Danny-" You whine out, rolling your hips into his desperately. Danny leans into you then, his lips brushing across your parted ones. 

"Yeah?" He murmurs hopefully, breathless as you are. 

"Yeah," You agree in a matching tone, tilting your head to catch his lips in a proper kiss for just a moment before breaking it. "Talk more about it after you fuck me?" 

"Thought you'd never ask." 

-- 

That night, after he had thoroughly ruined you, you did talk about it more. 

Rules, a scene in mind. All with explicit consent. You just had one thing to add to it. You didn't...want to know when. You wanted it to be a surprise, but to have clues through the day so you knew it was coming. 

Like you were one of his victims. 

At first, nothing really obvious happened. It almost disappointed you, but in the end made the talk of it all die down in your mind. Made you unaware, less on edge. 

Then Danny had to go on a trip. Some sort of job that required his photographer skills, something out in the wilderness you remember. Maybe some sort of cosplay shoot? You didn’t really get all the details when he was rushing out the door after planting a kiss on you with vague details mentioned to you. 

You missed him when he was gone, but it let you catch up on some reading at least. 

Well. It would have, at least. But you couldn’t find your book anywhere in your apartment. Finally, you checked your nightstand drawer with the hopes maybe you stashed it. But nope, nowhere. 

You wrote it off as nothing, maybe you left it in class. 

Then you’d gotten a shower the next day, laying out your clothes on the bed. And when you came out, they were gone. Causing you to wonder if you’d even set them out to begin with, writing it off once again as just your mind leading you astray is all. 

Maybe you should get your memory checked? 

All leading to today. You had late night studying to do, staying late in the school library and taking comfort in the silence around you. You’d been so caught up in your work that you didn’t realize the time. 

Until your phone suddenly begins to vibrate on the table you’re sitting at, nearly vibrating off the table as you hold a hand to your chest with a startled expression. 

Your brows furrow, flipping your phone in your grasp to see the ‘unknown caller’ flashing across the screen. Strange. Did people even call this late anymore? It was about 10pm. Unless...maybe it was an emergency? Maybe Danny got into trouble? 

With that in mind, you look around the empty library. And though you may feel like a dick answering a call in the library, you have good faith nobody is around anyway. It was a free-service library for students anyway, no need for a late-night librarian. 

You answer the call, keeping your voice low just in case. “Hello?” 

“Hello, who is this?” The voice answers on the other line, sounding like a low masculine voice with a hint of a growl to it. It almost strikes as familiar, almost. 

“Oh, I’m sorry you must have the wrong number.” You try to keep it polite, still keeping your voice low just in case of other patrons around. 

“Ah, I must have. Sorry ‘bout that.” Comes the voice from the other end, perfectly polite. 

“Not a problem, goodbye now.” You easily end, hanging up the phone on what you believe is good terms without a single red flag wandering into your mind. 

Noting the time now, you start to pack up for the night, sliding your books into your bookbag with a new checked out version of the book you’d lost the other day. Still, you hadn’t found it. You wonder if Danny took it before he left, or maybe you’d accidentally put it into his photographer bag by accident. 

The second you finish putting your bags away, your phone vibrates again. Furrowing your brows once more, you pop it out of your pocket to check who it is. 

‘Unknown caller’ flashes across the screen again. 

And once more, you answer it with another. “Hello?” 

“Oh, sorry, must have dialed the wrong number again.” Comes the now cheeky tone of the voice on the other end of the call. And once again, no red flags pop up into your mind as you toss your bag over your shoulder. 

“Hey, I understand, accidents happen.” You soothe, tucking the phone against your ear so you can adjust your bag comfortably. 

“If I may ask, you’re talking awfully quiet; Do I keep waking you?” 

You smile to yourself. Well, at least whoever it was seemed polite. “No, no, not at all. I’m just at the library.” 

“Oh, the library? This late? Sounds like somebody’s a teacher’s pet.” It’s playful, friendly even. If a bit pointed at the word ‘library’. 

You laugh quietly, “Yeah, a little bit. Just keeping up with my studies is all.” You begin taking steps, adjusting the phone into your other hand. “Hey, who is it that you were trying to reach? I know me and a Hannah Crews share a number save for the last digit, you hunting for her?” 

“Ya know, I think I’ve actually reached the right person I was looking at.” Comes the voice once again, this time more hushed and almost drawing it out. 

You pause your step, feeling your blood run cold. “Looking at?” 

“Hm? Oh, no, I said the person I was looking for.” 

“No. No you definitely didn’t.” You murmur, your fingers hesitating at the library door with your card in hand, not quite scanning it yet to get out. 

“And now why would I say that, huh?” The voice practically croons to you, as if you were some little puppy just to play with. You swallow thickly as the voice continues. “Looks like you got some running shoes on, little rabbit. In for a chase?” 

The sound of books falling somewhere near behind you makes you yelp. You hang up the phone, quickly scanning your security card and darting as quickly as you can outside. You whip your head behind you, your heart pounding and just in time to see a shadowy black figure catch the door with their boot before it can shut. 

A flash of a white mask as your eyes trail up for the briefest moment shouldn’t be a quiet comfort, but it is. Even then, there were people out there that could replicate. For fun. 

You don’t think about it anymore, quickly taking to the sidewalk in a run under the streetlights. You don’t dare look behind you, running as fast as you can across the pavement before the shadowy figure seems to loop onto your right side. 

Squeaking as you avoid the figure, it forces you to run into the woods instead. As if the person was trying to herd you like a sheepdog. 

Guess that made you the helpless lamb. 

The branches whip past you, some creating nicks in your arms and clothing as you run. You’re already out of breath, your heart pounding and your body aching. You try to steal glances behind you for your pursuer, but in the end that’s your downfall. 

You trip over a rock, cliché, sure.  

You go tumbling in the dirt, straight into a more open area full of lush grass and tall trees. Your pursuer is quick to follow, quickly snagging you around the waist to help you further down into the dirt beneath you. He slams you down there, knocking your legs apart with his own and forcing himself between them as you pant beneath him, staring up into the white mask above you. 

A knife is brandished, the shiny metal caressing the side of your face slowly as the voice from the phone now growls above you, “Such a pretty little thing. Maybe I won’t have to gut you tonight, if you can play nice.” 

And then in his other hand, a camera. A camera you were familiar with as it clicks and flashes at the same time his knife slides down under your shirt, yanking from the bottom and slicing it clean in half. 

“Yeah, I’m gonna enjoy every second of you.” He croons, setting his knife to the side to start openly grabbing your chest and making you gasp through your harsh breaths. God you can’t catch your breath- 

"S-Stab 5- ” You gasp out your safeword, and the second it comes out of your mouth is the second Ghostface turns into Danny. 

Hands leave you the second you choke it out, only to come back empty and cupping your face adoringly. The voice modulator he had on is turned off, replaced by only his muffled voice in his mask. “Hey, hey, you okay? You alright? Wanna stop? Baby, did I hurt y-” 

“N-no, no, I’m okay. Just-” You wheeze out a laugh, reaching up to grab the backs of his gloved hands to squeeze them in your own where they rest on your face. “Haven’t run track since highschool. Can’t- ah -catch my breath.” You speak through your breaths, your chest heaving with each breath and your ribs aching. “Oh, God, I hate running, Danny.” 

Your honest answer relaxes his whole body, a quiet laugh leaving him too as he seems to let go of a breath he’d been holding. Though, it does seem to shatter the very intense scene, something you do take note of once you finally can catch your breath and Danny offers you water from your bag. Something you take graciously as you sit up, drinking from your bottle like your life depended on it. 

You wipe your mouth off with the back of your sleeve, peeking up at him where he’s perched in front of you on his knees in the grass. Just seeming to watch you carefully before you flash him a smile. “Sorry about needing the pause. I’d still like to continue, if I didn’t ruin it...?” 

“Nah, doll, you’re okay. Maybe a kidnap scene would do you better next time?” Danny teases gently, reaching to brush his gloved knuckles across your cheek adoringly. “Won’t have to run. Just be at the time and place I tell ya to.” 

“Charmer,” You playfully poke back as soft laughter erupts from you, only to dissolve into higher pitched giggles as Danny pounces on you once more. You watch as his hand comes up, pressing something on his throat that makes a small static click. His voice modulator. 

“So, where were we, sweetheart?” His now gravely, modified voice croons at you. You bite your lip excitedly, getting comfortable back in the grass. You only pretend to squirm just so he’ll grab your wrists in one hand, thrusting them above your head and holding them still in the blink of an eye. His knife once more brandished in his other hand to wag in front of you. 

“Nooo, Mr. Ghostface, please-” You don’t even sound convincing, a smile on your lips and squirming as you hold each syllable in a sing song tone. You can feel his grin behind his mask, practically feeling the way his eyes roll behind the eye holes. 

“Don’t move.” He demands, letting your wrists go that you keep right there. From his robes, he produces rope that quickly binds your wrists together to the tree you’re nearest to. 

For show, you squirm and whine, pulling at your bound wrists only to have your jaw grasped quickly and fingers pressing into your cheeks. “Now, now, play nice, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to have to tape that pretty mouth shut now, would we?”  

“Nofir.” The ‘no, sir’ you had meant to say comes out squished and muffled from his hold on your cheeks. Regardless, it seems to satisfy him enough to let your face go. The knife once more introduced to your vision and tracing down your collarbones on its dull side, further down your bare torso and over your abdomen. 

It makes you jump, squirming from the ticklishness. Your eyes never leave the knife either. Even if you knew he would never gut you, you still had a knife held to you after all. 

His free hand runs down your torso, squeezing your chest as he goes before undoing your pants. He strips you until you are in nothing but your socks, squirming in the summer air as the breeze hits your bare flesh. 

“So pretty,” He murmurs seemingly to himself, not letting you get a word in before his hands are groping your chest again. His gloved thumbs swipe over your nipples, making your breath hitch and your back arch into his touch. “And so eager too. Like a dumb little puppy, hm?” 

You whine audibly, enhanced when he pinches your nipples and tugs them nearly to the point of pain before releasing. Your whine is met with his chuckle, laughing at you like you really are just a puppy doing tricks for him. “You like that? Aw, just look how wet you are already,” He pauses there to bring his hand down to your cunt, met with your hips lifting into his touch and your gasp. 

His hand is brought in front of you, slick clinging to the leather of his gloves and leaving strings as he rubs his fingers together and spreads them out in the moonlight. Just for you to see. 

It’s humiliating, but you can’t argue back. Not when his hand is coming right back down to curl two fingers into you just how you like with his thumb pressed to your clit. Each swift thrust of his fingers punctuated by the press and rub across your clit until your toes are curling and your hips are pressing up into each touch. 

You don’t even notice what his other hand is doing until you see the shift of him in the dark, shimmying his robes up above his hips and hearing a zipper being undone. You’re so focused on the way his fingers move inside you, quirking up and nailing the spot that makes your eyes roll back and moans spilling freely from your lips. 

“Just look atcha,” His voice croons oh so sweetly as he thrusts his fingers in deep, holding them there as his thumb rubs circles into your clit to feel your walls clenching and fluttering around him. “Barely even got started and you look like a mindless little whore.” 

“N-no-” You choke out, mostly to yourself as you feel the tension in your lower abdomen. You pull uselessly at your bound wrists, tucking your face into your bicep as you pant heavily. “Nononono- d-don't, I-I-” 

“No? You don’t want to cum on my fingers, little rabbit?” Ghostface’s voice is that of an owner down talking their dog, almost baby talk of faux sympathy. “Poor thing. You don’t think you really have a choice here, do you?” 

A third finger is introduced, curling up into you as his other hand presses on your lower abdomen to keep you down. It does the trick, breaking the tension like a band that you’d been desperately clinging to. And, oh, do you cum, violently. 

You cry out, pulling at the rope on your wrists as your back arches as best as it can in this position with your hips moving on their own. You try not to fuck yourself onto his fingers, but it’s useless as your hips move furiously into his palm. Playing right into his hand as he croons at you with each movement of his fingers. 

As you come down, Ghostface’s fingers have stilled inside you and you’re left panting with a sheen of sweat clinging to your bare skin. You whine pathetically, peeking up at his mask through your lashes as your breath shudders. You, once more, pull at your wrists, this time followed by a quiet whine of questioning. 

You didn’t really believe it’d be that easy, right? 

“Oh, no. No, no, no, no, sweetness. We’ve just got started with you.” His voice is threatening, disguised by the faux pitying pout he displays through it. His words are followed by the curl of his fingers once again, pressing into you as he shuffles his body closer.  

It gives him the perfect angle to grab your leg and thrust you up so your lower half was suspended in the air until he could slot himself there. Your legs press together, your knees bent by his hand and exposing your pussy to the air so he could plunge his fingers deep inside you again and again and again. 

You scream out and squirm, not sure if your hips are trying to yank away from his touch or press into it. Regardless, the squirming and your pressed together thighs give you just the friction you need on your clit with every twitch of your body. It isn’t long before another orgasm is ripped from you, punctuated by your head throwing back and your eyes clenching shut. 

Each twitch and shudder of your body is analyzed- you just knew it. You could feel his gaze on you, oh so intense with each slow roll of his thumb against your clit. You sob out by the fifth one, shaking your head and trying to roll your body away from him. 

It doesn’t work, of course. Not when you hear him practically snarl, muttering a swear under his breath as he yanks your hips to be still. There’s something rolled up underneath your hips, something squishy that you can only assume is a blanket. 

You hardly get time to realize what’s happening when Ghostface is shuffling onto his stomach, hooking his arms under your legs with his mask pushed up atop his head. It makes you feel like the mask is staring directly at you from its position, even as you feel his tongue needily slide across your slick. 

His moan is low, guttural, no longer muffled by a mask or modulator. He moans again into you when your hips twitch, his lips sliding across your heat as he takes open mouthed kisses across your cunt. Each open-mouthed kiss met with his tongue sliding through your slit up to your clit in slow, non-hurried ways. 

“So good...” Ghostface murmurs against you, his tone raspy as he buries himself into you. You feel him seal his lips around your clit, circling your engorged clit with the flat of his tongue until you’re sobbing out and arching your back. 

He knows just how to work you. Just how to make you scream. Knows every single sensitive point on you, even to the small things like how his fingers flex and press over your lower abdomen or over the mound of your sex.  

Or how you can hear him moaning to himself, able to make out the shape of him in the dark and how his hips roll into the very dirt underneath him in seek of friction. Getting off on just getting you off. 

The visual stimulus and the feeling of his tongue sliding through you is almost enough. You feel the knot tightening again, but unable to get over that edge with the slow, methodical slides of his tongue and kisses.  

You begin to get frustrated, tears building in your eyes as you furiously try to hump his face or grind across his tongue. You cry out, throwing your head back each time you start to get close but unable to finally cross it. 

Until two of his fingers curl inside you again, his lips suckling across your clit and moaning into you like the very same pleasure you’re receiving is his as well. 

You cum, once again, having lost count by now of how many. This one isn’t as intense, but comes in waves with each throb of your clit and your walls fluttering down on his curling fingers. Ghostface doesn’t even flinch, just murmuring filthy words against each pulse of your clit and rubbing his lips across the engorged flesh. As if sinking your scent into him. 

“There you go, look at you,” His voice is absolutely ragged, his breaths heavy and full of arousal. His tongue flicks out across your clit, a quick swipe just to watch you cry out and how your hips jump. It makes him chuckle lowly as he sits up, pulling his mask back down into place. “So pliant for me now. Wasn’t so hard, was it, puppy?” 

He’s right. You’re a mess. 

Your mind is absolutely blank, only left with conflicting feelings on whether you want to cum again just to appease him or if you want him to just use you to get himself on and be done with it.  

The idea of being used as a toy makes your hips twitch, a humiliating thought as you watch the way Ghostface gropes the front of his own crotch. Able to see the shape of him vaguely in the dark through his robes. 

“Please,” You choke out, keeping your eyes on where he’s grabbing himself. Your gaze follows when he lifts up his robe, tucking his boxers down from where he’d undone his pants earlier. “Please, just fuck me already.”  

His cock is thick even in his gloved palm. It’s longer, but not horrendously so, but the thickness alone makes you swallow helplessly. Pretty piercings decorate underneath the shaft of maybe four or so barbells in a Jacob’s ladder with a pretty prince albert at the tip. All in silver, glinting in the moonlight. 

Each stroke of his cock pulls back the foreskin to reveal the shiny head, drooling with pre-cum and making your mouth water. Your lips part to take in a shuddering, shaky breath, lifting your hips up helplessly to try and indicate how badly you wanted it. 

“Poor thing, just look at you,” Ghostface starts in a drawl, looking over your flushed body. How you’d gone from pulling at your bonds to now just wanting him to fuck you. You must admit, you must have looked pretty pathetic looking at him with not a single thought in your eyes. “Nothing going on in that pretty head right now, hm?” 

You don’t even reply properly, only managing a whine and mouthing the word ‘please’ over and over again. You thought for sure if he didn’t get inside of you that you would keel over and pass away. 

Luckily, Ghostface doesn’t leave you wanting for long. 

Your legs frame around his hips in no time when he shuffles closer. You’re unable to see what’s happening, only feeling the way he slides his cock through your folds. Each slide kisses and rubs against your clit, sending mixed feelings through you on ‘too sensitive’ and ‘just right’. 

Then he slaps his cock against you, tapping it against your clit and sending jolts through you that make you sob out audibly. So sensitive- you wanted to cry from the stimulus, tears welling up in your eyes as you begin to mindlessly babble pleads again. 

Then finally, finally, Ghostface slides home into you with a loud, low groan from him as if he’d reached heaven. 

His moan is desperate with the way he slides into you. Savoring each of your twitches and how your own whines come from you in short, whimpering bursts with each slow stretch inside of you. You can’t take it, you can’t do it, it’s too much, too much- 

“You can take it,” He says to you, his voice a gruff whisper. You hadn’t even realized you’d been babbling the same words aloud, framed by hiccups and the jerks of your hips as if trying to escape the very thing you asked for. “You will take it. Be good for me, baby, come on. You feel so good, it won’t take long, sweetheart. So good for me, shhh.” 

As he finishes his words, one of his hands reaches up to cup your cheek. His thumb swipes away a tear that had rolled down your cheek, just as he bottoms out inside of you with a grunt. 

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.” Ghostface encourages you, his hand never leaving your face. His other hand rests on your waist, gently arching you upwards so he can shift his hips and hump into you ever so gently with harsh pants of his own. “There you go, shh, let it happen. Good puppy.” 

His encouragement makes you dizzy with desire. Conflicted by how over stimulated your body is and just how good it all felt. You're left with nothing in your mind except pleasure and the pinching, slight pain from too much pleasure following it. Each rock of his hips, each grumble of his words sending you further and further into a headspace that left you feeling like you were on cloud 9. 

“Thatta pup. Look at that face, hm?” He grunts out between his own harsh huffs of pleasure, fucking his hips into you slow and languidly. You knew why, of course, he always came too quickly once he was inside of you. He was savoring it. “Not a damned thought in there. That all for me, baby?” 

You can’t even tell him yes properly, because as soon as you say ‘yeah’ you start repeating it helplessly in time with his thrusts. It tapers off into a higher pitched sob, throwing your head to the side and against his palm to try and bury yourself there for support. 

You’re moved then, his hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck to grab you. He leans down to you, bent over you with the forehead of his mask pressed to yours and your moans mingling together. 

His thrusts go from slow and savoring to harsh and needy and primal. He fucks you like an animal, grunting and panting with each thrust of his hips. You plead him the entire time to cum, to please cum inside you, please, please, please, please- 

Ghostface’s grip on the back of your neck tightens, drawing you close up into him as he snarls. His last few thrusts get sloppy, out of time, left with him pumping into you with a loud, guttural moan ripping from his mask and growling words of calling you good. 

It’s then that he finally rips his mask off, openly panting into the air as he makes eye contact with you. 

You both briefly share a moment of panting between you two, you look over his face and how sweat clung to him. How the thick black eyeshadow around his eyes was starting to drip down his cheeks and making the color of his eyes that much brighter as he looked down on you. 

You don’t need to ask him, not when Danny gives you his signature halfcocked grin before descending upon you to devour your lips with his own. You moan into his mouth, feeling his hands cupping your cheeks and holding you close to him. Each slide of his tongue is savoring you, slow and needy as it licks into your mouth to swallow your quiet moans raw. 

When he parts, you’re left panting again. You whimper when Danny adjusts his hips now, watching as he tips his gaze down to look down at your conjoined bodies. 

You note his devious smile, how he bites his bottom lip and glances up at you briefly. You’d know that look anywhere. 

“Nononono, D-Danny, no, please, I can’t take it, please, please, please-” You start your begging, only half meaning it of course. You had a safeword, after all, if anything got too much. 

But then Danny reaches down, feigning a puppy dog pout as his fingers circle your clit just how you like. “Aw, but baby~,” His tone is sing-song, almost verging on a whine as his tone teases you. You immediately clench down around him, bucking your hips against him and watching how his smile falters into a pleasured expression. “Fuck, sweetheart, you just look too cute with that expression. How can I not make you cum again?” 

“You can do it, come on,” Danny continues, rolling your clit gently with each swipe of his fingers. You can feel the tension in your stomach, knitting your brows as he leans down to press his now bare forehead to yours. 

You squeeze down again on him, twitching and fluttering and don’t miss the way he moans out, “Fuuuuuck yes, baby, there it is. Go ahead, cum all over my cock, come on, missed you so much, come on baby, yes, yes, yes-” 

And you cum again. Weak, twitching, sobbing, and pulling at your restraints so you could twist your body as best as you could against him. But even then, Danny is quick to kiss you, swallowing down your pathetic sobs and moans as you plead against his lips silently. 

“Bastard-” You finally choke out against his mouth, earning you a hearty laugh as Danny breaks away. 

-- 

From there, Danny takes care of you. Well, once you can finally move at least and feel sensation in your clit again. 

When he takes off your bonds, he gingerly applies kisses to your wrists before following it with soothing lotion once he made sure you didn’t hurt yourself anywhere. Then followed by a wet rag, courtesy of your water bottle for the cold water, to wipe you down of sweat and mud.  

He takes special care with a new wet rag to take care of your poor cunt, sitting on his knees while you stand with your hands shakily on his shoulders as he tends to you. Met with oh so tender kisses to your lower lips and mound with comical ‘mwah’ sounds that make you laugh. 

A fresh pair of clothing is given to you, brandished from his bag with a smile on his face that he seems to remember right after you complained about your clothes being muddy. The clothes you’d left out on the bed and went missing days ago. 

Cheeky, probably had your book too. 

He ditches his cloak and mask in a bag to walk around in normal clothing. The walk home isn’t too far, and once inside you can both take a shower and get into your respective pajamas. 

You’re met in bed after with Danny’s arms winding around you and holding you tight, kissing all over your face with praises of how well you’d done and what a good victim you were. 

But, you both agree that next time, maybe a kidnap scene would do you two better. 

God, you hated running.

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[fromduck]

Me with you guys simping over hot men

[fenriswine]

Pov: you punched him in the face

[2kiran]

can we get some more of ghostface x top!male reader pleaseeeeeee 🥺🙏🙏

“Fuck, come on, put it in already!”

Ghostface whines in pure frustration, the little slit of his cock uselessly weeping, desperate for your attention. His gloved hands clench around the sheets underneath his tensed body, his head thrown back against the pillow as he gasps out.

You had two slick fingers rubbing against his walls, the digits gradually pumping in and out and effectively loosening his tight hole. “You’re going to bleed out if I do,” you warn, ignoring his sobbing protests as the pad of your index finger brush against a sensitive spot within him. Ghostface’s lean back arches off the bed, which has your free hand moving to weigh on his stomach to ensure he held still.

“Don’t be such a—mngh, oh God—stupid pussy. Fuck your cock into me, I know you want it,” Ghostface babbles mindlessly, his hips straining as they roll forward, trying to take your fingers in deeper.

To his disappointment and eventual anger, you pull them out and leave his wet hole pathetically gaping from the abrupt emptiness. Before his complaints burst from his chest, however, you align the head of your cock to his entrance and gently push it inside.

Ghostface’s thighs twitch, his legs automatically spreading wider as he squeezes around your tip. Though, to his surprise, that’s all he receives from you. His breathing grew ragged, puffs of air hitting his mask and causing the material to cling to his nose.

“What are you—?”

“Just the tip tonight,” You quickly hush, your palm soothing the tense muscles of his abdomen.

In complaint, he grumbled incoherently, beginning to slightly squirm in his place. This was basically the equivalent of you killing him. He wanted to feel your dumb, insufferable big dick inside of his tight, drooling hole; yet, you seemed to have no plans on giving what he wants. He whimpers shakily while he tilts his head to stare down at you, watching how you start to stroke yourself with only your leaky cockhead inside of him.

It’ll have to do. For now. Ghostface can only let out faint, pretty moans as he waits for you to cum inside of him.

[kleinne10]

Halloween! AKA, Y/N/reader/anon's best night (with size difference because deez nu-).

I originally made them at Mcdonald's, but my brain went funky... This was also kinda experimental? Drawing with a mouse sucks, but I like the thick brush.

Sorry for not posting anything! Will drop some Fallout shitposts this weekend

[diejager]

Riding

“Fuck, babe,” he groaned, his head thrown back in the moment of exquisite pleasure. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re- tight!”

In a daze, he reached for your hips, warm palms clutching your naked flesh as he tried to ground himself, trying to stay coherent in the frenzy of sinful pleasure. You felt whole, squatting over him in the corner of the killer’s shack, skin bare and naked to his hazel eyes and hungry mouth. He watched you roll your hips, grinding yourself against the hardness of his cock, his trimmed hair tickling your nub, sending you both shivering. You from the constant stimulation, and him, from your sudden tightness around him. 

He arched his back, rutting into you, his strong arms moving along his shaft. It was a soft motion of pushing in and pulling out, in and out, again and again, until you were both panting and moaning for more. You met in the middle, your lips dancing across his in a passionate tango of love and obsession. You pushed off the ground, thighs burning at the work of riding him, he helped you move, supporting your weight with his hands and his hips thrusting upwards. 

“God-” he gasped, hissing when you bit his lower lip, pulling it when he tried to pull away. His chest rumbled in a low chuckle, pushing his body flush against yours and grinding into you. “You’re so fuckin’ hot.” 

You let out a cheeky laugh, hands roaming the expanse of his coat, nudging the flap away and running your nails over his tight muscles. You dug your short nails into him, hearing him groan, hips stuttering as you slammed down on his lap. He made the most addicting sounds you’ve ever heard, low and raspy, or deep and teasing. Danny had a way with words, his tongue singing the best songs one could wish to hear when he was moaning and groaning under you.

“I could tell you the same, Ghostie.”

He slurred out a moan at your nickname. He loved it when you called him Ghostie, you fully embraced his darker side, even playing little games with him when he asked. Maybe you were as sick as he was, wanting to give yourself to him, letting him fuck you however he wanted and giving him whatever he wanted. But he was as devoted to you as you were, he’d kneel and beg for you, he’d let you use him as your toy and he’d do anything for you. You were both a blessing and a curse to each other.

You gasped, back arching and eyes rolling. You clawed at his shoulder, drawing lines of beautiful crimson from your love down his chest as you rolled your hips. Danny hissed, driving skyward jerkily, biting back his moan as he came. He filled you in waves of potent cream, the white cum dripping down his balls and his puckered rim when it became too much for your tight snatch. He gave a few more thrusts, riding out your peaks until his cock grew soft and he supported your limp figure, tired and satiated. 

“Love you, doll,” he murmured, his swollen lips finding their rightful place on the crown of your head. 

“Love ya too, Danny.”

[akanothere]

POV: Jed Olsen at lunch break and you are the server

[apollodarling-writes]

Babycakes can you pretty please write a male y/n x yan!ghostface where y/n doesn’t die in the end and lowkey falls in love 🤭 (also pretty please make ghostface a praiser 🙏🏽)

FAMOUS LAST WORDS

yan! dbd! ghostface x gen jockey! male! reader

cws : yandere themes, a bit of dry humping, praise, creampie, choking, rough sex, kinda ?? handjob (reader receiving), orgasm control, knife play, anal, pronebone, dubcon??? , mentions of public masturbation, thigh fucking, danny is a tease, reader cleans his blood off of the bowie so blood play but ingestion??? , cum eating i guess but the reader is made to clean up his cum from danny’s gloves.

the fog that hung between the trees was particularly thick this trial. the red forest was known for being hard to navigate in some areas due to the low lighting, and the natural fog scattered throughout the landscape was of no help either. you were unsure if one of the survivors offered the entity a bottle of murky reagent, but it had become harder to see than it already was. you suppose you couldn’t complain as it made you harder to track, and thus it was easier to hide.

your group had completed two generators without a single person being hooked. anxiety knotted your stomach as you mulled over what the killer was up to. was the killer waiting for your group to finish the generators and then camp the gates? were they watching from the shadows and getting some sort of sick pleasure from watching the lot of you squirm? the answer to these questions was beyond your reach, and you knew that all you could do was focus on the task at hand. if you struck the wires too early, you would blow up the generator and the killer would surely know your location if they didn’t already.

a chill runs the length of your spine, gooseflesh raising the hairs on your body. you stop repairing the generator for a moment, the feeling of being watched prevalent as your swivel your head to find the source of the gaze. you’d been in this realm long enough to abide by your instincts. your gaze flits through the trees, your heart thumping in your chest as you are unable locate the source. chalking it up to the quietness of the trial, you busy your hands with firing the wires of the generator, successfully sparking one portion. you sift through your toolbox, searching through old and rusted scraps for something to replace one of the broken parts.

a hand suddenly grips the back of your neck, hoisting you off the ground. a hand muffles your cry of protest, bending your front over the generator.

“shhh… just be quiet now, baby.” a muffled voice all but pants, their chest pressing against your back as they lean forward to whisper in your ear. “i’ve finally got you to myself….”

you recognize that voice — the ghostface. realization washes over you; the quietness of the trial, feeling watched, the lack of a terror radius…. it all made sense now. your tongue darts out to lick the leathery material of his gloved palm in a feeble attempt to get him to release you.

“be patient now,” the ghostface groans, “we’ll get there, pretty boy.”

the ghostface maneuvers his fingers to grip your wrists, pinning them behind your back while grinding his half-hard cock into the meat of your ass. you squirm at his touch, feeling disgusted at the desperate panting the man behind you let out.

“i know you’ve been thinking about this,” the masked man grunts, his breath hitching. “i’ve seen you fuck yourself in trials before — did’ya think i wouldn’t know?”

shame and embarrassment wash over you, a quiet whimper leaving your lips as a hand snakes around to palm you through your bottoms. “n—not here… please—“

“god, look at how cute you are,” the ghostface coos, his gloved hand slipping past your waistband and cupping your length. “keep begging like that and i won’t be able to control myself.”

“i’m not—“

“ah-ah, quiet now… don’t you wanna be good for me, baby?” he purrs, your hips bucking as his thumb brushes against your cockhead. ”mmm, so sensitive. i think im gonna have fun with you…”

the ghostface’s hand tugs down your pants, your protests going unheard as you hear his robes shift. his cock slides between your thighs — the intrusion unwelcome and unfamiliar.

“stop… i cant — we can’t… not here.” you panic, your gaze flitting through the areas you could see. god forbid any of the other survivors witness this and get the wrong idea. you’d be considered a fucking traitor. maybe they’d even think you were selling them out. or, shit, what if they thought you were slutting yourself out to survive?

“shut the fuck up,” he groans, his cock brushing against your shaft. “just sit there and look pretty for me, ‘kay?”

your mouth immediately closes, figuring it would be better to just let him have his way and hopefully all five gens will be done by the time he finishes. your body is tense with shame and guilt, your thighs clenched around the masked man’s length in an attempt to get him off faster.

the ghostface spits in his hand, wrapping his fingers around you again, and pumps you in time with each thrust. with each movement, you find yourself melting into his touch, biting your lip to keep yourself quiet. he was too good at this, and he fucking knew.

“y’like that, baby?” you could hear the smirk in his tone.

“fuck you.“ you grit out, hating that you were becoming aroused at such an invasive, disgusting act.

“oh, i plan to, little bunny.”

the masked man removes his hand just as you were on the cusp of your orgasm, a soft whine leaving your lips. your cockhead is flushed an angry red, beads of precum now smeared along your shaft. “why’d you—“

you suck in a breath as a finger slowly dips into your ass, curling into your g-spot. the feeling was foreign, and it hurt like a bitch, but fuck did it feel good. “yeah? just like that, pretty boy?”

he slowly pumps his finger, careful not to hurt you as he works up to another one; his fingers scissor and stretch, curling into your prostate. before you knew it, the man had gotten three fingers in you, your legs shaking and your whimpers increasing in volume as you come closer and closer to your climax.

“fuck — ‘m gonna cum.” you pant, your back arching as you try to fuck yourself on his fingers. through a lust-induced haze, you hear a faint chuckle before the sensation you crave eludes you. the ghostface removes his digits, your cock twitching and aching for release.

“oh, you poor thing. were you gonna cum?” the man murmurs teasingly, his own erection throbbing beneath the layers of his robes. he eagerly grips the back of your neck and ushers you on your stomach behind the generator, lifting his clothing just enough to carefully push inside of you.

“y’so fuckin’ tight..!” he hisses, releasing your wrists to press down on your lower back. your fingers find purchase in the dirt of the forest floor as the ghostface slowly thrusts into you, your gummy walls hugging the man’s cock so deliciously.

with each thrust, you found it harder and harder to control your volume. with the way the man had angled himself, the tip of his cock bumped against your g-spot damn near constantly. your stomach tightened as your release began to approach once more, desperate whimpers and whines leaving your lips as tears pricked your eyes.

“i’m gonna cum – ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum…” you whine, “please, i need more!”

the killer groans in ecstacy at your desperation, his cock twitching inside of you as one hand wraps around your throat, lifting you from the dirt. “gonna have to fuck you more often, yeah? youre doin’ so fuckin’ good for me, baby.”

his digits tighten around your throat, cutting off your air supply as your jaw slackens at the brutal pace. a gurgled moan parts your lips, your face growing red from the lack of oxygen. mercifully, he releases his grip on you, but is quick it with the cold steel of his bowie knife.

the ghostface snakes an arm around your midsection, pumping your cock in time with each mind-numbing thrust. you hold yourself up as the blade trails along your flesh, drawing thin lines of blood. it seemed that the man was getting off on the pain he inflicted, his thrust becoming harder, faster.

the blade trails up, pressing against your lips. “open up, baby. gotta clean up your mess.” the ghostface breathily groans, his thrusts growing sloppy.

your lips part, the blade resting on your tongue as your lips close around it. it tastes like iron, your own blood coating your tongue as your cock twitches in the killer’s fist. ropes of cum spill onto the leather of your assailant’s glove, a long moan erupting from your throat as your vision blurs with tears. your hips buck into his grasp, the killer never once stopping. your mind melts into a delicious quiet, the only thing you’re able to focus on is how fucking good it feels.

“fuck — you feel so fucking good, bunny.” he groans, sheathing his blade and replacing it with the cum stained leather. “be a good boy and clean off my glove, yeah?”

the killer pants as you mindlessly obey his order, the bitter taste seemingly only serving to arouse you further. you lap at the cum on his glove while the killer fucks into you with fervor, breathy groans leaving him as the chill of his mask presses into your shoulder. the ghostface weakly thrusts into you as his climax washes over him. his cock twitches inside of you, cum painting your insides as he slowly comes down from his high.

the man is quick to fix his attire as the exit gate sounds, leaving you breathless as cum drips down your thighs, the scent of dirt and sex staining your clothing. with shaky legs, you pull up your bottoms and quietly mull over what just happened as you make your way to the exit gate on the opposite side of the map.

[sidemari]

• No other choice •

A Dead by Daylight NSFW One-Shot.

Character included: Danny Johnson (Ghostface) x Fem!Reader

TW: Coercion, fingering (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, dirtytalk, swearing, stalking behavior, unhealthy relationship, reader's distorted feelings, death mentions, violence.

Mari's notes: This is a dark content post. Do not read it if you're uncomfortable with those kinds of works. Only 18+ people can interact.

You were so close.

The five generators already built, the exit gate almost completely open.

That was when the game really started.

He decided he was tired of being merciful to his stupid prey.

In a few minutes, the other three survivors had their lives taken, right in front of you, in an obscene and twisted way enough to make you nauseous.

You ran as fast as you could, searching for the hatch somewhere on the map, trying desperately to save your life.

After what seemed like decades, you finally found the hatch, along with a Ghostface already surrounding it.

He had closed the hatch before you could reach it.

The exit gates were not an option, he would easily catch up with you.

All that was left for you was to try to find some key left in a chest by the Entity.

You ran away again, trying to come up with a plan in your mind.

"I'm fucked." You whispered to yourself as you ran. Your legs were exhausted from the excessive effort, your speed decreasing steadily as the trial went on.

Reaching the main building on the map, you looked back for the first time since your sprint. He was on your heels.

"Damn you." you said harshly, preparing to run through a series of windows, thinking that this would give you some advantage in your escape.

"It's useless." He laughed. "You're just postponing your destiny." He followed you through the interior of the building, hunting you like prey, his determination to catch you stronger than ever. "Hey, bunny... You played well, but not well enough to escape."

"Son of a bitch." You cursed, losing speed as you jumped window by window.

"Ouch, that hurt." He pretended to be hurt by your words. "Oh, bunny... When I catch up with you..." He sighed, imagining everything he could do to you.

It was the last window.

And you were exhausted.

"Shit!" Your vision blurred and dizziness took over you. Stepping wrong, you twisted your foot in an extremely painful way, causing a scream of discomfort.

The shock paralyzed you for a few seconds and those seconds were enough for him to reach you.

Your eyes widened and you limped towards the window, but it was in vain. The pain was excruciating and you wouldn't be able to jump to the floor below as easily as you wanted.

"Gotcha!"

Ah, the fear.

The most primal instinct for survival.

The despair and hopelessness.

He could feel these feelings exuding from your exhausted body.

His hands gripped your waist tightly, stopping your ridiculous idea of ​​jumping through the last window towards the floor below as your last available resort.

"I told you it was useless." He grunted, pulling your body closer. "Look at you... You only hurt yourself." His head tilted to the side in false concern. "You're the last survivor of the trial, you should cooperate with me if you want to get out of here alive."

"Please..." You whimpered. "Let me go! You've already killed all three of them..."

"And you think you're more deserving of staying alive than they were, love?" You cringed at the pet name.

"No... It's just..." Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. "We were so close..."

You wiped your tears away furiously, cursing yourself internally for showing weakness in front of a killer.

"Oh, bunny, I don't want to see you cry." He squeezed your waist with his hands as a vile way of reassuring you. "Not because you were unlucky, at least."

You accepted that there was no way out. Would he use his Memento Mori on you? Or would he let you bleed on the hook until the Entity took your soul?

Your gaze was lost.

Completely empty, lifeless.

The adrenaline already absent made you wish it would end as soon as possible.

"Kill me already." You whispered. "Please." Your tone of voice made his heart flutter in pleasure.

"No, bunny, you misunderstood. If you cooperate with me, I'll let you go. All you have to do is tell me whether or not you accept this proposal."

"What do you want from me?"

"I don't want something from you, I want you. All of you." He whispered against your ear, pulling your body impossibly close to his so you could feel his erection poking at your back.

Your eyebrows furrowed in disgust.

"No... I... I've never done that." You mumbled, shaking your head no.

"You'd rather bleed to death, I see." The sharp blade of his knife scraped against the skin of your neck, causing a small cut yet deep enough to bleed. "What a shame. You were a fun survivor to chase." He was about to plunge the blade into your neck when you whimpered an extremely pathetic "Wait."

"Hmm?" He chuckled. "What's wrong, bunny? Changed your mind?"

You examined his mask before whispering that you were willing to cooperate with him.

"Good choice, bunny. You're smarter than you look." He pulled you into one of the rooms in the building, causing you to hiss in discomfort due to your foot.

It was a bedroom.

Ruined, but it was a bedroom.

A working generator caused a constant noise in the ambience.

You looked at it sadly.

All that effort... And for what?

"Take off your clothes." He ordered, swinging the knife in his hand.

You stood still, not having the courage to start undressing.

"Did you fucking hear me?" He growled, venom dripping from his words.

Your trembling hands went towards the buttons of your shirt, unbuttoning them one by one with difficulty. You weren't wearing a bra underneath, so with the last button undone, the shirt slid to the floor, exposing your breasts to him.

Underneath the mask, his pupils dilated with lust. He was so ready to fuck you right there, but he waited patiently for you to undo your pants and boots.

"Your panties come off too." He murmured with pleasure when you hesitated, stepping closer.

You removed the last piece of clothing, a sinister shiver running down your spine.

"What are you going to do to me?" You asked him, anxiety written all over your voice.

His hands pulled your body against his, making your breasts press against his torso and you whimpered at the sensation.

"Oh, my little bunny..." He breathed against your ear. "I'm going to fuck you so hard... I'm going to fuck you until you lose all your remaining strength." You shivered in anticipation.

"Lay down." He gestured to the king-sized bed behind you and you obeyed him without resistance.

He removed the glove from his dominant hand, using his thumb to tease your clit before his middle and ring fingers collected the essence dripping from your sex.

"Fuck, you're so wet." He sneered. "You were fighting for your life just now and you're this wet? What a slut"

"Ghostface..." You whispered.

"Danny. Call me Danny"

"Danny..."

He removed his characteristic mask, revealing an extremely handsome face underneath it. You became absorbed in him, your gaze getting lost in his dark brown eyes. How could such a handsome man be so vile?

His fingers penetrated you, stretching you and preparing you to receive him soon. You could barely stand him masturbating you with both fingers, the burning sensation was present and very real.

"It hurts..." You whimpered, trying to close your legs only to have them forcefully opened.

"You're so tight, bunny... Fuck, I wonder how you'll be able to handle me fucking you good" His movements became faster and your thoughts more confused.

"Danny..." You whispered, catching the man's attention.

"Yes, my love?" Again, that pet name.

"Fuck me already"

How those two little words had unleashed something dark inside him.

You, a naively pure survivor, asking a guy like him to fuck you?

"Hmm, I don't think I heard you right." He pulled his fingers from your sex, licking them to taste you. "Fuck, you taste so good." He practically whimpered, before pulling you into a kiss, allowing you to taste a trace of your own essence on his tongue. He then sucked your tongue with his lips before moving his kiss down to your neck.

"Even after a trial, you still smell so good..." His tongue abused the sensitive spot below your ear, marking the skin with a painful hickey. "Repeat what you said moments ago, bunny." He kissed your breasts before sucking them urgently.

"I asked you to fuck me." You whispered, your hands caressing his dark hair as he busied himself with your breasts. "I want to feel you inside me, marking me as yours, making others know that I belong to you."

"Fuck, bunny... I didn't know you were that dirty." He laughed. "Asking to be fucked by a serial killer? That's sexy as hell. But if this is just manipulation, ah... I'll make you bitterly regret deceiving me." He threatened, his hand now squeezing your neck strong enough to make you loose your breath for some seconds.

It wasn't manipulation.

You just had no other choice.

Either you got into his twisted ideas and tried to take advantage of that bizarre and disgusting situation so you could save your life or you would just wait for it all to end miserably.

His teeth bit your nipple gently, making your body shudder beneath him and moans of pleasure leave your mouth.

"Ready?" He asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. You hummed, watching him remove his tunic, his cock freeing itself from the prison of fabrics. You nodded, allowing him to crawl between your legs, his cock lining up with the entrance of your vagina.

He penetrated you in one go, reaching as deep inside you as he could.

You whimpered, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively and your nails digging into the skin of his back, scratching him so deliciously that he almost came on the spot.

A few tears of discomfort wet your cheeks, but he wiped them away carefully, reassuring you.

"Hey, it's okay... You did it." Your eyebrows furrowed in pain and your breathing was labored.

"Danny..." You were feeling so sensory overloaded that it hurt. "It hurts so much..."

"Shh... I know, my bunny, I know." He kissed your lips gently. "Still, I'm going to start moving." And with that, the thrusts began. During the very first moments they were slow, but then they became violent.

You wished he would be more gentle since it was your first time, but you could barely say anything other than his name, much less formulate a sentence about how all of this was too much for you to handle.

"Fuck, squeeze me with your pussy, go on." He grunted between the thrusts, your cunt involuntarily contracting around him hard enough to make him see heaven. "That's it, just like that... You're so good for me, bunny." He groaned, his thumb stimulating your clit with just the right amount of pressure to make you melt beneath him.

"Danny!" You moaned as he stimulated that exact sensitive spot inside you in the most delicious way yet. "Fuck, that feels so good..."

"Oh really? My bunny likes to be fucked by her owner?" His hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave marks. "Tell me, bunny, you've always wanted someone to fuck you as good as I do, haven't you?" He teased you, a cruelly malicious smile plastered on his face.

"Yes, it's t-true." You whimpered, your orgasm so close it hurt. "Faster." You begged, your nails leaving marks on his broad back. He obeyed your request, the pace of his thrusts getting viciously faster, fast enough to bring you both absurdly close to your climax.

"You're so fucking hot" He sighed, his hips moving erratically. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Me too..." You cried back.

"Cum with me, bunny. Cum good around my cock like the good little slut you are." Your vision blurred as the first wave of pleasure hit you. After that, many more came, your walls contracting around his cock in a wonderful way.

You felt something warm invade your insides without warning, earning a sigh from your lips. Your hands held his face gently, your eyes meeting his.

He smiled at you before pulling you into a tender kiss, unlike the previous ones that were full of need and lust. He ended the kiss with a few pecks, his hand tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"You were so good, my bunny." He pulled out of you, making you mewl at his absence. He closed your legs gently, not wanting a single drop of his cum to go to waste. "I should have proposed this silly game sooner, shouldn't I? I've had my eye on you for quite some time now."

"Danny..." You murmured, your hand caressing his cheek, soon combing his brown hair with your fingers in devotion.

Why were you feeling so complete?

This guy is a serial killer and yet you had never felt so safe and so... Desired?

"Here, a morning-after pill." He offered you the medicine that was inside the pocket of his tunic. "You're in your fertile period, as far as I remember. We can't risk having a child now, can we?"

"H-How do you know?"

"I know a lot about you, bunny. Unimaginable things."

You shivered.

Why did his obsession in you feel terrifying yet so oddly interesting?

"Get dressed, I'll guide you to the hatch. There was a key in a chest that a survivor left open on the map." He rummaged through the same pocket he had gotten the medicine. "Think fast!" He said before throwing the key in your direction, which you caught easily, looking at it as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

"Really?" You asked uncertainly. "I thought you were going to get rid of me right after we had sex."

"I made a deal with you, remember? I said that if you cooperated, you would get out of here alive. And besides, I'm not going to get rid of you so soon, not after I marked you as mine."

You got dressed at the same time as his words repeatead in your mind. The mask was back on, but he didn't look as scary as before.

"Come on, the hatch is to the south. Lean on me so you don't put too much strain on your twisted foot."

How thoughtful.

Once there, you used the key to open your way out of that trial.

"Thanks, Danny." You whispered.

"Always, bunny." He squeezed your hand one last time. "See you next time."

[writer-freak]

Michael Myers x Ghostface x Fem reader

Kinktober week 5 - Threesome, double penetration and primal

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: NSFW, female reader, fingering, unprotected sex, anal penetration (reader receiving), p in v, no proper prep, nipple play (reader and Michael receiving), biting, petnames, english isn't my first language, probably forgot something

A/n: So life got in the way so this took longer than expected but better late then never. I'm planning on writing a male and probably also gender neutral version of this which shouldn't take too long but I finished this first and wanted to post. I'm really not used to writing two characters actually engaging with each other so I hope this turned out fine.

The night was cool, the sound of rain overwhelming you while the fog moved around the realm. You ran, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as you maneuvered between the trees, your heart pounding in your chest.

Every rustle, every shadow seemed to come alive as you sprinted deeper between the trees. You knew this was a game, a sick, thrilling game that had been crafted just for you by the two predators on your trail. Michael and Danny had already wiped out the other survivors, but they kept you alive. And you knew why.

They loved the chase, the adrenaline, the hunt. And you couldn’t deny that some twisted part of you loved it too. The feeling of being prey, of being stalked by not one, but two deadly killers, had heat pooling in your belly. Your relationship with them was… complicated, to say the least.

You weren’t just some faceless survivor to be eliminated. No, with them, it was different. The three of you had a connection that went beyond the usual hunt, a dark and exciting bond that kept you coming back for more. And tonight was no different. Your breath hitched as you glanced over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of movement in the shadows.

Michael’s figure loomed in the distance, his expressionless mask a stark contrast in the darkness, moving silently through the trees. You could almost feel his gaze on you, like a physical weight pressing against your skin.

And then there was Danny just out of sight, but you knew he was there. He always was, lurking, waiting to strike when you least expected it. A thrill shot through you as you pushed yourself harder, your legs burning as you darted between the trees, your heart hammering in your chest.

You had to keep running, had to stay ahead. But deep down, you knew it was only a matter of time before they caught you. They always did. And part of you couldn’t wait for it.

The sound of footsteps grew louder behind you, the rustle of leaves and the snap of twigs signaling their approach.

You could hear Danny’s familiar voice, taunting, teasing. “You can run, sweetheart, but you know we’ll catch you. It’s only a matter of time.” His words were filled with amusement, like a cat playing with its prey.

A sharp breath escaped you as you stumbled, your body hitting the ground hard. For a moment, everything went still—the forest, the air, even your heartbeat seemed to pause. And then, you felt it. The presence of your hunters closing in.

Before you could scramble to your feet, a shadow fell over you, and a strong hand gripped your arm, pulling you up. Michael. His mask was blank, unreadable, but you could feel the power radiating off of him as he loomed over you, holding you in place with ease.

Danny appeared at your other side, his knife glinting in the low light as he crouched down, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “Caught you,” he purred, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Your heart raced, but it wasn’t fear that made your pulse spike it was something far darker, something more primal. You could feel heat pooling between your legs as they both loomed over you, the rush of being caught setting your nerves alight.

“What do we do with you now, huh?” Danny’s voice was teasing, but the hunger in his voice was obvious as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear.

“You look like you enjoyed the chase, didn’t you?” You couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped your lips as his words sent a shiver down your spine. Michael’s grip tightened on your arm, pulling you even closer to him, his body solid and unmovable against your back.

Danny chuckled, his breath hot against your skin. “I think it’s time for your reward.” By the time they had dragged you to a place better suited for your reward, the tension between the three of you was nearly unbearable.

Michael’s grip on you hadn’t loosened, his hands possessive as they roamed your body, Danny removed his mask his sharp gaze following Michael's every movement, his smirk never fading.

They didn’t speak much, not that Michael ever did, but you could feel the silent understanding between them. Danny was the talker for both of them, his taunts and teases filling the air as they slowly, stripped you down to nothing, their hands roaming over every inch of your skin with a reverence that sent sparks through your body.

“Look at you, all worked up,” Danny muttered, his lips trailing down your neck as he pressed you back against Michael’s chest. “You love this, don’t you? Being the prey. Being hunted.” His voice was thick with amusement, but you could hear the heat beneath it, the barely contained hunger in his words.

You whimpered softly, your body trembling as Michael’s hands slid over your waist, his grip firm, holding you in place as Danny’s mouth moved lower. “You’re gonna look so good between us,” Danny murmured, his teeth grazing your collarbone as his hands wandered lower, his fingers brushing against your thighs in a featherlight caress. “Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Michael’s grip on your hips stayed strong feeling him holding onto you as Danny took his time savoring every inch of your exposed skin. He let his hands roam over you, leaving trails of heat wherever he touched, teasing you with feather-light caresses that left you squirming between the two of them.

Danny’s fingers brushed over your cheek as he leaned in, voice a low, tantalizing whisper. “You know he’s watching you,” he murmured, letting his thumb graze your lower lip. “Watching every little reaction, just like I am.”

His gaze darted to Michael, who stood like a shadow behind you, unmoving but you could feel him watching everything.

Danny’s eyes shone with a playful light as he shifted, moving close enough to press his lips against Michael’s mask, planting a slow, deliberate kiss against the blank face. The motion was almost mocking, yet oddly tender, as if daring Michael to break his silence.

You could almost see the tension crackling between them, and Michael’s hand slid down to grip Danny’s wrist, forceful but not resisting. You watched, breathless, as Danny chuckled, peeling the mask up just enough to reveal Michael’s mouth.

For a moment, Michael was exposed, his lips parting as Danny leaned in again, capturing them in a hard, possessive kiss. You felt heat coil inside you as they moved against each other, Michael’s hand tightening around Danny’s arm with an unmistakable intensity.

After a few moments, Danny pulled back, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “See, he’s hungry too,” he said, his voice low, almost taunting. “And it looks like you’re the prize for both of us.”

Danny’s mouth returned to you, hot and insistent as he worked his way down your neck, leaving a path of bruises and bites in his wake. His teeth grazed your skin, sharp enough to sting but not break, his tongue following each nip with soothing warmth.

Behind you, Michael’s large hands slid possessively over your waist and hips, his rough fingertips gripping with a force that left you trembling.

Michael’s breath fanned against your neck as his hands moved upward, skimming along your ribs and finally cupping your breasts. His touch was firm, possessive, his fingers brushing your nipples in rough circles that made you gasp.

Without a word, he leaned down, brushing his lips against the nape of your neck. Each kiss he left lingered hotly on your skin, his mouth branding you as his.

Danny’s hands slipped lower, fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. His mouth curved into a wicked smile as you whimpered under his teasing touch. “Look at you, already trembling,” he murmured against your collarbone.

“Can’t decide if it’s from fear or excitement, can you?” His voice was mocking yet dripping with desire as he knelt before you, pulling your legs wider to make room for him.

Michael’s hands slid back down to your hips, steadying you against his broad frame as Danny settled between your thighs. Michael’s height left you caught perfectly between them, his powerful body supporting you from behind while Danny’s lips and hands worked their way lower.

You felt Michael’s hardness pressing against the curve of your backside, a silent reminder of what awaited you, as Danny’s fingers teased and tested you.

Danny’s lips trailed down your body, leaving a burning path across your stomach. His fingers splayed across your thighs, thumbs brushing just close enough to your core to make you ache. “So ready for us,” he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction as he spread you open.

His eyes flicked up to yours, watching your every reaction as his tongue darted out to tease you. A soft gasp escaped your lips as his fingers pressed against your slick folds, spreading you further.

“You’re already dripping,” Danny teased, his voice dark and mocking. “So desperate for us to ruin you.” His thumb pressed against your clit in slow, deliberate strokes, testing how much you could take.

He circled the sensitive bud with agonizing patience, his fingers slick with your arousal as he finally slid one inside, the stretch making you moan.

Michael’s hands gripped your hips tightly as Danny worked. The firm press of Michael’s chest against your back left you grounded, his presence overwhelming even in silence.

One of his hands moved upward again, fingers brushing your neck before sliding into your hair and gripping it firmly. The tug forced your head back, exposing your throat to him. He leaned down, lips brushing over your pulse before nipping at the skin.

Danny’s smirk widened as he pushed another finger inside you, the stretch exquisite as he began to curl them in slow, deliberate strokes. His free hand gripped your thigh, keeping you in place as he worked you open. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and dark as his fingers thrust into you with increasing intensity. “You’re taking me so well.”

His eyes darted upward, meeting Michael’s over your shoulder. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?” Danny said, his tone laced with smug satisfaction. His pace quickened, fingers plunging deeper as his thumb pressed harder against your clit. The combined sensations left you trembling, your body arching into him as he continued his unrelenting rhythm.

Michael’s grip on your hair tightened, pulling you back against him as he let out a low, approving growl. His free hand slid down to your chest, cupping your breast roughly as his thumb brushed over your hardened nipple.

Danny leaned in closer, his breath hot against your inner thigh. His tongue darted out, flicking against your clit in time with his fingers. You cried out at the sudden burst of sensation, your legs shaking as he pressed deeper. “That’s it,” Danny whispered, his lips brushing against your skin. “Let us hear you.”

Michael’s hand joined Danny’s, his larger fingers brushing against Danny’s as they both worked to stretch you further. The contrast in their touches was maddening, Danny’s quick and teasing, Michael’s deliberate and firm. Together, they pushed you higher, their coordination leaving you helpless between them.

Danny pulled back slightly, his lips wet and glistening as he smirked up at you. “You like that, don’t you?” he taunted, sliding his fingers out just enough to leave you feeling empty before plunging them back in. His pace was relentless, his free hand now gripping your hip to steady you as he curled his fingers just right, hitting a spot that made your breath hitch.

Michael leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear hearing his heavy breathing. His fingers pressed harder against your clit, circling with calculated precision.

Danny’s mouth quickly replaced Michael's fingers, his tongue flicking over your sensitive nub before sucking it between his lips. The combination of their touches left you gasping, your body arching into them as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

“Come on,” Danny coaxed, his voice low and commanding as he added another finger. “Let go for us. We’re not even close to done with you.”

You cried out, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Michael’s grip on your hair softened, his hand sliding down to your waist to steady you as Danny slowed his pace, letting you ride out your climax.

When Danny finally pulled his fingers away, he brought them to his mouth, his eyes locking with yours as he licked them clean, savoring every drop.

Michael released his hold on you just enough to guide you down, his hands firm as they moved you to straddle Danny.

Danny exchanged a smirk with Michael, their unspoken understanding clear in the intensity of their gazes.

Michael’s silence spoke volumes as he gripped your hips, his strong hands cold against your heated skin. The warmth of his breath against the back of your neck made your stomach twist with anticipation, a stark contrast to Danny’s bold teasing. The quiet exchange between the two men only intensified the heat pooling in your belly, leaving you trembling with desire.

Danny’s smirk never faltered as he took the lead, his mouth finding yours in a bruising kiss that left you gasping for air. His tongue teased and tangled with yours, possessive and challenging, as his hands roamed over your body.

Behind you, Michael shifted slightly, the hard press of his cock against your ass making your breath hitch. His quiet authority paired perfectly with Danny’s unrestrained hunger, the two of them overwhelming you with their opposing but somehow matching energies.

“You’re ours,” Danny murmured against your lips, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver racing down your spine. “Let’s see how well you can handle us.”

Michael’s hands tightened on your hips as Danny’s slid lower, gripping your thighs as he positioned you over him. His cock pressed hot and firm against your entrance, the sensation enough to make you whimper.

Danny’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he guided you down onto him, the head of his cock slipping inside slowly, teasingly. The stretch was exquisite, his cock thick as he pushed deeper, filling you inch by inch. “That’s it,” Danny groaned, his hands gripping your thighs as he watched your face contort with pleasure. “Take me… every fucking inch.”

Behind you, Michael moved closer, the heat of his body warming your back as he pressed you down onto Danny’s cock. The contrast of their touches, had you trembling between them, completely at their mercy.

“You feel so fucking good,” Danny muttered, his voice thick with lust as he thrust up into you, slow and deliberate. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you steady as he began to move, each thrust driving deeper, testing your limits. “So tight, so perfect. God, I could fuck you all day.”

Michael’s deep grunt behind you sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through your veins. Danny paused for a moment, letting you catch your breath. Just as you began to relax, you felt one of Michael’s thick fingers trailing lower, brushing lightly over the tight ring of muscle there.

The sensation made you tense, your breath hitching at the unexpected touch.

“Relax,” Danny murmured, his hands gripping your hips reassuringly as he leaned up to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Let him take care of you.”

Behind you, Michael’s large hands splayed over your ass, steadying you as his finger pressed more insistently against your unprepared entrance. The intrusion was slow, deliberate, and you couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped your lips as the tip of his finger slipped inside. The sensation was strange, new, and your body tensed instinctively against the unfamiliar pressure.

“It’s your first time, isn’t it?” Danny’s voice was a low, teasing purr against your ear, his fingers brushing lightly over your thighs. “Don’t worry. He’ll make sure you’re enjoying it.”

Michael’s finger pushed deeper, the thick digit stretching you inch by inch. The burn was sharp at first, but it was impossible to ignore the way your body responded, the slight twinge of discomfort giving way to an unfamiliar pleasure.

You squirmed beneath him, torn between nervous anticipation and the growing heat building low in your belly.

“You’re so tight here,” Danny murmured, his gaze dark and hungry as he watched your face. “Fuck, I can already tell how good you’re going to feel for him.”

Michael didn’t speak, but the way his finger moved—slowly curling, testing, coaxing you to relax—said everything. Another finger joined the first, the stretch making you whimper softly as your hands gripped Danny’s chest for support.

Your breaths came in short gasps, a mixture of nerves and arousal as your body adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation.

“You’re doing so well,” Danny praised, his fingers sliding up to tease your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through you. “Just let him open you up… you’ll love it.”

Michael’s fingers worked deeper, the steady, relentless pressure making your body shudder as he prepared you for what was to come. Despite the initial apprehension, you found yourself relaxing into his touch, the heat pooling between your legs overwhelming your hesitation.

The stretch was intense, but the raw, almost primal pleasure that accompanied it had you trembling in his grasp.

When Michael finally withdrew his fingers, you couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped your lips, your body clenching at the loss. But there was no time to dwell on the emptiness. The blunt head of his cock pressed firmly against your entrance, the sheer size of him making you gasp. The pressure mounted as he pushed forward, inch by inch, the stretch, unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

Danny’s hands gripped your hips tighter, his lips brushing against your temple as he whispered, “Breathe, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for us.”

The thick head of Michael’s cock finally breached you, the sensation sharp and overwhelming as your body struggled to accommodate him. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but the low, guttural groan that rumbled from Michael’s chest sent a thrill through you, the sound of his pleasure drowning out the lingering discomfort.

“Fuck, she’s perfect,” Danny murmured, his hands sliding over your thighs as he guided you down onto his cock, filling you completely once again. “Taking us both so well.”

Michael’s deep, steady thrusts began slowly, the purposeful pace giving you time to adjust to the stretch. The burn eased with each movement, replaced by a growing, heady pleasure that made your body tremble. You could feel every inch of him, the thick length of his cock driving into you with an intensity that left you gasping for air.

The feeling of them both inside you at once was almost too much to bear. Danny’s cock filled you completely, his pace quickening as Michael stretched you even more, the two of them moving together with a rhythm that left you utterly wrecked. Michael’s hands gripped your hips with bruising force, his silent dominance a stark contrast to Danny’s teasing words and frantic movements.

“Look at you,” Danny groaned, his voice thick with arousal as he watched your every reaction. “Taking us both like you were made for this.” His hips bucked up to meet Michael’s thrusts, the combined sensation sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

Michael leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he drove into you with unrelenting force. The sheer power of his movements left you trembling, your body stretched and filled completely, every nerve ending alive with pleasure.

“You’re ours now,” Danny murmured, his voice a dark, possessive growl. “And we’re not letting you go.”

Michael’s silence only made his movements more commanding, his cock driving into you with precision, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. His grip on your hips never faltered, his strong hands keeping you exactly where he wanted you as he pushed you closer to the edge.

Danny leaned up, his lips finding your neck as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, leaving marks in his wake. “You’re gonna come for us, aren’t you?” he whispered against your ear, his voice a low purr. “I can feel it… you’re so fucking close.”

Your moans filled the air as they both fucked you, their cocks stretching and filling you in perfect unison. The pressure inside you built with every thrust, your body trembling as they drove you higher and higher, their movements relentless.

Michael’s hands slid up your body, one of them tangling in your hair as he pulled your head back, exposing your neck to him. His breath was hot against your skin as he pressed his lips to your throat, the faintest growl escaping him as he marked you with a sharp bite.

Danny’s wicked grin widened as he watched Michael’s rare display of possessiveness. “Even he can’t resist you,” Danny teased, his voice full of amusement as he thrust up into you harder, drawing a loud moan from your lips. “You’ve got us both completely fucking hooked.”

Danny’s cock slammed into you with unrelenting force, his fingers digging into your thighs as he chased his own release, while Michael’s powerful thrusts sent shockwaves of pleasure through you with each movement.

Your body was trembling, the pressure building inside you, threatening to spill over as they both pushed you closer to the edge. Michael’s thrusts grew harder, his grip on your hips bruising as he drove into you with monstrous intensity, while Danny’s teasing fingers played with your nipples, heightening every sensation.

And then, without warning, Danny’s hand slid up to Michael’s chest, his fingers brushing lightly over his nipples, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he toyed with the silent killer. Michael didn’t react at first, but the way his hips faltered for a split second told you everything you needed to know.

Danny chuckled low, his fingers twisting Michael’s nipples, drawing a low, barely audible grunt from the man behind you.

“So even Michael’s sensitive here,” Danny teased, his voice laced with amusement as he continued to play with Michael’s chest, his fingers flicking and pinching the sensitive nubs. “I knew it… even the big guy has his weak spots.”

Michael’s thrusts grew more erratic, his breath coming in heavier pants as Danny continued to tease him, his hips slamming into you harder as he tried to maintain control. But Danny’s playful touch was relentless, his fingers working Michael’s nipples in time with his own thrusts, making you both shudder with pleasure.

The sight of Danny teasing Michael sent a fresh wave of heat through you, your body trembling as the tension built to an unbearable level. You were so close—right on the edge—and you could feel Danny grinning beneath you, sensing how close you were to falling apart.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Danny murmured, his voice low and rough as his hand slid back down to your hips, gripping you tightly. “Let go. Let us hear you scream.”

The pressure inside you finally snapped, and you came hard, your body trembling violently between them as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your walls clenched around their cocks, drawing low groans from both of them as they continued to fuck you through your orgasm, their combined thrusts driving you to heights you didn’t think were possible.

Michael’s grip on your hips tightened as he followed you over the edge, a deep, guttural grunt escaping him as he buried himself deep inside you, his release spilling into you in hot, thick pulses. Danny wasn’t far behind, his hips bucking up into you one final time as he came with a low, drawn-out moan, his cock twitching inside you as he filled you completely.

For a moment, the three of you were still, your bodies tangled together in a heated, breathless mess. The only sound was your ragged breathing the intensity of your orgasm leaving you entirely spent.

Danny was the first to break the silence, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he brushed his hand against the bitemark on your neck. “You look so fucking good like this,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Completely wrecked and perfect.”

Michael didn’t say anything, but the way his hands remained firmly on your hips, holding you in place even as he softened inside you, spoke volumes.

Danny chuckled softly, his hands sliding over your waist as he shifted beneath you, his cock still buried inside you. “Think she can handle another round?” he asked, his voice full of mischief as he glanced up at Michael.

Michael’s grip tightened slightly, his silent response enough to make Danny laugh. “Guess that’s a yes,” Danny said, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss. “Better get ready, sweetheart. We’re not done with you yet.”

18+ Divider by: @cafekitsune

[dilophosauridae248]

Well aren't you just hell-bent on being obnoxious?

[golden-boy-of-the-gazette]

Danny canonically forgets to eat.

Whether he actually gives a damn about you and actually cares about you or not he still is thankful to have you around to remind him.

If you cook for him then it's even better. Gets mildly annoyed if you interrupt him while hes working to give him a plate of food but then upon seeing food his body will remind him that he hadn't eaten and his anger will immediately subside.

If you cant cook? Thats fine too. You guys get take out more often than you would like to admit. Sit on the couch and eat together while watching whatever movie you two had decided on. More often than not he will fall asleep in the middle of the movie. His stomach is full, hes been working all day, comfortable on the couch and he is clonking out. Snores pretty loud though. It's a struggle to get him to get up and be awake enough to make it to the bed. He will probably sleep in his work clothes on accident. May even just give in and insist on sleeping on the couch because he doesnt feel like moving.

[fromduck]

Yandere Slashers x Reader

Summary: In your residential “Halloween Town” you are the mayor to the town of deranged killers. Though a normal person- you think you do a good job of running the town! You also love the residents of Halloween Town, although immoral and straight up evil— they hold a special place in your heart ♥️

(Unedited hehe)

-Chucky and Tiffany are your bffs. Though their relationship is so toxic and you’re often a third wheel to their arguing. Glen and Glenda are pretty ok.

-Danny Johnson “Ghostface” is your ex-bf who has yet to acknowledge your breakup. (This man is down bad please take him back😭) Always invading your privacy as a means to “interview” you as the town’s mayor. Don’t ask him why most of Halloween Town’s newspaper is only talking about how perfect your hair is, how perfect your eyes crinkle when you smile, and why the fuck won’t you take him back please what did I do babygirl we had something special—

-Michael Myers and Jason Voohres are your bodyguards as the mayor of Halloween Town. They also save you from Danny’s harassment (much to his displeasure)

Though Jason is a part time PE teacher and sometimes leaves your side to teach his classes. It’s Michael who you have to beg to leave you alone and to go home when the day is over. You don’t know that he secretly sleeps under your bed

-Hannibal Lecter is your therapist and also the one who convinced you to break up with Danny. Totally not because he wanted you single. Never.

-Thomas Hewitt is the local butcher who shyly pines after you. He really likes you and offers you the best meat slices. Although, you never get to eat it because your bodyguard always confiscate it.

-Vincent Sinclair and Bo Sinclair run the local wax museum. Vincent even made your own wax model! WOW, this is really detailed!! (‘Hey!! why is my model naked while everyone else’s has clothes? 😅’ ‘….’ ‘You’re making wax clothes for mine right? ‘…..’ ‘Right?’ ‘….’)

They’re also scammers and make a profit off of your wax figure

-Freddy Krueger is your political rival who wants to take over Halloween Town. You’ve told the man that he will never take Halloween Town from you and name it “Nightmare Town.”

He also has a personal vendetta against Jason. Something about a fight they had where Freddy had his ass whooped. The man had never let that go.

-And many more residents!!!

Halloween Town may have flaws and maybe it’s not the perfect Town. But goddamnit it’s your town!! And you will rule it to bring prosperity to your residents!

Even if it means they may like you a little too much.

(HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! 🎃)

[fenriswine]

—Pick up your damn phone

I changed my drawing program from SAI to Krita and I’m actually struggling so much lmao

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | first meeting (part 2)

♡ fandoms; Friday the 13th, House of Wax, Black Christmas, Scream (kinda)/ Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Jason Vorhees, Bo Sinclair, Danny Johnson, Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; Billy Lenz, mentions of violence and general slasher activity, kidnapping, stalking

♡ notes; i didn’t include Bubba last time, so i slipped him in with the pt 2 team :v

also for ghostface i went with Danny over Billy + Stu, just because i’m more comfortable writing older characters tbh. and he’s very attractive to me. maybe i can do a college au fic of them in the future?

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Jason Vorhees

> you were lost

> utterly, hopelessly lost without a map, compass, or even your backpack

> you were out camping with a couple of new friends when you wandered off to pick flowers

> well, acquaintances more like- they weren’t particularly nice to you, but you knew one from your home town

> before you knew the sun was starting to set and you had no clue which way to go

> you’re kicking yourself for being so dumb but try to make the best of it, continuing to collect flowers and pretty rocks

> soon enough you find yourself on the edge of a lake

> that couldn’t have been good- there weren’t any lakes near the campsite at all

> maybe this was that old summer camp they’d mentioned?

> either way you turn around and try your best to retrace your steps

> but even with a full moon it’s just too dark and too dense and you’re exhausted

> holding in tears, you find a small meadow and finally sit to rest

> you’re still sniffling and rubbing your eyes when someone walks up to you

> you were so oblivious that Jason was able to get a few feet in front of you before you noticed

> he seems…perplexed to find you there

> he thought he’d gotten all of the campers

> and you didn’t really look like you belonged with those fornicators

> (or at least that’s what he told himself to justify leaving you alive)

> he’s holding his machete and soaked with your companions’ blood, but you don’t seem to notice

> “…can you take me back to my friends?”

> well he most certainly cannot do that, not if he wants you to like him- though he’s not sure why that matters

> he’s still staring so you, exhausted, do the only thing you can think to

> “…do you want a flower? I picked a lot”

> he’s delighted and takes it before finally gesturing for you to follow him

> you can’t keep up, so eventually he picks you up

> and like that you’re nearly dozing off

> you don’t even notice he’s taking you back the way you came from

> and he’s glad- he wasn’t going to give you much of an option anyway

Bo Sinclair

> single travelers are so much easier to deal with

> so when Lester gives him the call that some college kid was stuck on the road, he’s eager for an easy catch

> you take your sweet ass time getting to the station- even though Lester drove you most of the way you let him drop you off just outside of town

> the smell of the truck was really getting to you, and you’re happy to let the dog lead you

> when he strides out you’re cooing over Jonesy and giving her a belly rub for her troubles

> he’s seen his fair share of attractive victims

> men, women, and folks that didn’t fit either category

> and he’s slept with most of them

> but you… there’s something extra special about you

> he decides right there he’s not taking care of you without at least getting a taste

> you’re not too impressed by his flirting- or at least you try and act like it

> but he catches your pink cheeks and quiet giggles as he takes you on a walk

> because of course he’s got the part down the road at his place

> by the time you get there he’s decided he’s marrying you - or maybe keeping you tied up, beggars can’t be choosers

> he’s impulsive but he’s never wanted to keep anyone before

> “hey sugar-“ god your face heats up just hearing him call you that “turns out I don’t have that part you need. It should be in by tomorrow, if you can stay the night?”

> you say yes before you can think critically- he’s good at getting folks wrapped around his finger like that

> “Good. Cause I’m just dying to show you some real southern hospitality…”

Danny Johnson

> he knows you long before you know him

> he’s a natural nosy guy- he’s a journalist after all

> and a serial killer, of course stalking is on his to do list

> originally you were going to be a victim

> you’d make a good story, a young person taken tragically early

> but you were too cute to die just yet- he had to at least meet you, just once

> if you were a dick no one would say anything nice for your article, right?

> so he just happens to bump into you outside your work one day

> literally bump

> when you spill coffee all over yourself he smoothly apologizes and offers to help clean you up

> “What a mess- I’m so sorry sweets. Let me take care of all this”

> and you fall for it, hook line and sinker

> he’s a handsome guy, he’s used to that but he’s smug anyways

> he gives you a spare shirt of his, though you still skip work

> he buys you another coffee and you sit in his car chatting

> you’re innocent enough to trust him like that- to get in a vehicle with a strange man?

> a strange man that’d been stalking you, no less

> it’s adorable- if he wasn’t so attached he could kill you right there

> but you’re just so damn sweet, and genuine

> and you’re so fascinated by these Ghost Face killings…

> maybe you’re worth keeping around for a bit

> just a bit

> that’s what he says to himself anyways

> when you meet him as Ghost Face, it’s after you’ve already got him all figured out

> and he’s lucky that you like a bad boy

Billy Lenz

> it’s a given that you first meet him over the phone

> you’re renting out a spare room from Mrs Mac, not in the sorority but a good enough tenant that she keeps you around

> you get along well with the girls and cook them meals, run study sessions and help clean

> it’s almost parental at times, even if you’re not far off in age

> Billy hates you at first, for taking such good care of ‘filthy piggy whores’

> he tells you just as much over the phone, but you’re not bothered

> you never seem to be bothered by his calls

> and that pisses him off more

> but you’re so so cute… it quickly becomes an obsession

> he’s in your walls constantly, watching you

> and the calls from the moaner start coming more and more frequently at times you’re home alone

> one day you just start giggling at him, tipsy “you know, you scare the girls,”

> “good i—“

> “but your voice is sooo nice. that’s why i pick up so much”

> you didn’t mean to confess that , and you hope he takes it as an awkward joke

> when he hangs up you think that maybe he did take it that way

> its not until late that night that you realize that he knew he was sincere

> before you can register that there’s anything wrong he’s covering your mouth and pinning you to your bed

> “hi there, baby doll,”

> his grin gets huge when your still horrified face goes bright red

> he always knew you were perfect

Bubba Sawyer

> you pick up Nubbins hitchhiking one day, and he’s just dumbfounded by you

> you’re nonplussed by his rambling and you don’t squirm at his yucky pictures. you don’t even kick him out, just drop him off at the gas station.

> you’re not really his type, but you’re fascinating

> he’s gotta get you home to meet his brothers

> so he pops your tires when you go inside- all four

> when you come back out Drayton is cursing him out and smacking him upside the head

> he makes him take you back to the house to rest up while he gets you tires

> of course he intends for Bubba to kill you

> but Nubbins doesn’t pass the message along, because he’s Nubbins

> “Here Bubba! I made us a new friend!”

> you shyly greet him, but he’s an oddly calming presence

> let’s be honest you’ve gotta be okay with a lot fast to like the Sawyers

> so maybe you’re just in denial about the material

> but you tell him you like his mask- and you do

> he obviously worked really hard on getting the makeup just right- and it compliments his suit

> he stares at you a long while before taking your hand and giving you a grand tour

> well, more a tour of his favorite spots

> the chicken coup, a patch of wildflowers out back, and his room full of trinkets collected from victims

> you’re strangely enamored by this big, quiet man

> and you don’t get the sense you’re allowed to leave

> especially when Drayton comes home and goes on and on about witnesses

> but you didn’t really even have an end goal in mind on your road trip anyways

> and now you’ve got Bubba to protect you

> maybe it’s not so bad, stuck with those weirdos

[diejager]

Kinktober day 7: Knife play + gags w/ Ghostface

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, knife play, gag, tell me if I missed any.

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Waking up tied and gagged on your bed, the last thing you’d expect was to be fucked to oblivion. Like any normal person in this situation, you panicked and assumed you’d be gutted and left to bleed out on your bed. The same way any of The Ghostface’s victims were left: a scene of struggle, dried blood, moved furniture, and a cold, dead body in the middle of it all.

You were sure you’d become his next victim after many nights of paranoia following you everywhere and feeling unsafe in your own home. Windows left open, object disappearing and little pictures and notes purposely left behind for you to find out. It was as if Ghostface was taunting you, terrorising his prey before he ate it the same way you marinated meat before cooking it.

And yet, here you are, drooling around the red, ball gag he brought with him, wrists tied behind your back in an uncomfortable position, forcing you to slump over his seated figure. Despite the cool air rushing in through the open window, your body alight, coated in a heavy sheen of sweat, and thighs burning from lifting your prone body up and down his cock.

Ghostface made you ride him, gasping and panting over him, head hanging on his spit-covered shoulder as he trailed his knife down your side. You could feel every ridge of his girth, the veins that ran up to the tip and the mushroom head of his cut head. Shame ate at you, cunt leaking down his balls, walls clenching around him and clit twitching from the cold fabric of his leather. The utter betrayal of your body for finding pleasure in this.

He didn’t even bother wearing a condom, leaving you worried, but that was the least of your issues. The biggest being the big and dangerous weapon he held to your skin, cutting a thin line of blood without hitting too deep. You were in a delicate situation, torn between having to fuck yourself on his cock and live, or refuse and die a painful death: gutted and tortured, displayed like a work of vulgar piece of art.

“C’mon doll, move those hips faster,” his seductive drawl came through the staticky voice changer, it was deep and low, seductively deceiving with every pet name he spoke, “The faster I cum, the faster we’re be done.”

You bit down a scoff between gritted teeth, only huffing and groaning when the head of his cock bulldozed its way into you, hit your cervix with a hard thrust. He was lean and veiny, and shaved neatly, but long. What he lacked in girth, he made up with the length of it. He felt too long to be normal, bullying into you with little effort despite your initial struggle, but he slid in like a hot knife to butter.

Your hips stuttered when the sharp edge of his knife dug deeper, his wrist curling and twisting to draw precise lines on your skin. Every letter made him throb, the head twitching as you hissed and sobbed, teeth sinking into your lower lip. It started with “GH“, then his hips started thrusting up at “OST”, and his hand found itself on your thigh with a painful grip at “FACE”.

You shuddered, legs growing weaker and weaker, the adrenaline that had mercifully numbed your pain was slowly coming to an end just as you felt the agonising coil of pleasure tighten. You could hear him huff and pant through the plastic mask, nearly undetectable by the mic of his voice changer.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned, head thrown back, driving his hips up, “Fuck.”

He painted your walls white, the heavy feel of him inside made you nauseous, and it only worsened at the sight of his finished work —”GHOSTFACE” was cleanly written on the side of your waist, simulating a branding —the signature on a finished piece.

“I’ll see you next week, doll,” he patted your thigh, knife cutting through your binds and took the gag off before he slipped out the window.

And just before he left, he turned around and curled his fingers at you:

“Tell anyone and I’ll know. Bye bye now. ”