#Gender neutral Danny

[caleism-1]

After being gravely injured after his fight with Pariah Dark, Danny hangs up the proverbial cap and moves on with his life. Without being a ghost, space was now impossible due to his injury, so Danny puts to use the long hours he was forced to work in his parent's lab to use, gaining an internship at Wayne Industries. All he wants is to put his past behind him and move forward. But old traditions and new threats get in the way.

And another thing, why did his coworkers think he was about to be adopted? His parents weren't that bad, let alone the fact that he wasn't a minor anymore.

[that-one-weird-cloud0]

Danny, dating one of the batfam:

Bat: *sighs dramatically while looking out the window* if only my boyfriend loved me

Danny, confused as they just had a conversation about who Danny’s favorite Gotham hero was: ??? I love you 🥺

Bat: *glances back at Danny* uggghhhhhhh if only my boyfriend loved me… 😪

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | your first time together is…your first time (part 2)

♡ fandoms; Friday the 13th, House of Wax, Black Christmas, Scream, Dead by Daylight, Hannibal (TV) /Silence of the Lambs, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (og), slashers (general)

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

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; graphic sexually content!!, mentions of vouyerism, documentation kink (yay Danny), manipulation, breeding kinkish content, lots of cumming inside, light pet play elements

♡ notes; seven babes in one post wowowowow! i’m just trying to get caught up with everyone else before i start doing new prompts. but! i have a big list of new ones do not fear

these weren’t written in one sitting like some of my other fics so i’m sorry if the quality wildly varies

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Jason Vorhees

> It’s been gentle coaxing towards each step of the relationship with Jason

> And while you have the patience of a saint when it comes to that man, you’re also incredibly pent up. You’re just as much of a virgin as him and starting to wish he’d fix that.

> But you keep it to yourself, not wanting the pressure him into anything and getting yourself off when he’s not there. It worked well enough before after all.

> One day he comes home when you’re in the middle of mastrubating and you quickly scramble to hide the fact

> He knows somethings up right away, you’re covering yourself with a blanket and red faced…He’s repressed, not stupid.

> You apologize meekly and expect him to walk away - instead he grabs the blanket and pulls you forward by your thighs

> “J-Jason- baby? Are you going to-?”

> He pushes his mask up and goes down on you like a man starved… he may or may not have been home earlier than you realized, listening to you whimpering and moaning his name

> And getting you off ends up getting him very excited- excited enough that he doesn’t care about anything but doing it again

> And if you want him inside you, he’s more than happy to oblige.

> You shyly straddle him and sink onto his cock, holding onto him tightly

> He hides his face in your neck as you slowly move, murmuring sweet words of encouragement to him

> “Jason, it’s so good- you feel so good-“

> After a bit he holds your hips, fingers digging in as you get him closer and closer

> You gasp as he comes inside by accident, too shy to admit you liked the feeling

> He doesn’t even pull out as he holds you, knowing that as soon as he can, he’ll be helping you ride him again

Bo Sinclair

> It slips out when you’re cuddling and watching but not watching some silly movie with copious sex scenes

> “What’s your favorite position, darlin’?”

> “Hm? Oh, I dunno?”

> “Top three then-“

> “Bo I haven’t even-“. You blush bright red as he slowly grins

> He doesn’t leave it along the rest of the day- he has cute little innocent virgin partner

> He likes it way too much- and you like his fixation on it too much

> When you get him alone again you huff and straddle him “Stop teasin. Show me your favorite position, then.”

> You don’t have to tell him twice- and he’s a gentleman, letting you ride his face before he finally fucks you

> He’s got chest against your back and hand between your legs as he slowly uses you

> “Fuck- you’re squeezing my cock so tight- pretty little fucking virgin-“

> His dirty talk gets you both off…again, and again, and again…

> He doesn’t stop until you start whining and pushing his hand away, overstimulated and sore

> “Fine, fine…we’ll try the other top two tomorrow,”

Vincent Sinclair

> Honestly, Vince isn’t huge on sex

> When you offhandedly mention you haven’t done anything before he doesn’t mind and he doesn’t get overly excited like some people.

> He let’s you make the first move

> …or at least he’s going to, but you don’t say anything about it for a long while

> He finally asks softly if you want him to touch you.. and meekly you say yes

> You’re not sure who’s happier- you as he makes you come with just his hand, or him getting to watch you

> After a few days of this you finally get the nerve to ask to do more- his good side goes bright red at the idea of you touching him and you giggle and praise him the entire time.

> But about halfway through he makes you stop and pins you- still gentle but very daring for him

> You giggle again “…wanna go all the way?”

>He nods eagerly and he positions you- very gentle missionary with his forehead against yours

> Even inside you he stops so he doesn’t cum, coaxing you over the edge twice before he gets too close

> The third time you cum you wrap your legs around him and make sure he can’t pull out

> He’s so apologetic after he cums inside- but quite pleased in the same breath

Danny Johnson

> The conversation comes up when he asks you to model for him- a boudoir shoot, naturally

> You’re his muse already- but he wants to shoot more than just your pretty face and the hickies he leaves

> He’s surprised when you’re shy and look away, mumbling that you aren’t pretty enough for that

> “Course you are babydoll- no way no one’s ever told you that. Unless you were screwing them with the lights off-“

> “Danny I haven’t screwed anyone.” You pout

> He tries his best to hide his perverse excitement and looks determined- he’s got an idea…Those usually don’t end well

> Next thing you know he’s pulled a mirror to face the bed and has you on his lap, kissing at your neck and feeling you up.

> He spreads your legs and makes you look as he starts to touch you- you’re not sure if it’s the lewd situation or just him that makes you cum faster than you have ever before

> He makes just as much of a show of cleaning up the mess you’ve made on his hand, and you can feel how hard he is against your ass

> You pull yourself together enough to pout and grind down on him- that’ll show him

> Your revenge quickly backfires as he manhandles you to your hands and knees, grinding against you in a much more expert manner

> It doesn’t take long before you’re babbling beneath him, begging to take him

> He takes his sweet time teasing you- once he’s finally inside you’re pushing yourself back against him, fucking yourself with him

> He lets you do the work- it makes it easier for him to enjoy the show

> At least until he’s about to cum

> Then he pulls you up, making you watch in the mirror with one hand and holding you against him with the other

> “Fuck- look at you- that’s my good fucking baby (/girl/boy)!”

> When he pulls out it splatters across the mirror and he grins and gets a picture- just your bodies in the reflection

> If you thought you’re getting away to rest though…you were mistaken- he had a lot more pictures to take, and a lot more methods to get you to make pretty faces for them

Billy Lenz

> Billy takes things fast. He’s depraved an eager man.

> You aren’t very far into the relationship when he lets his hands wander while you’re cuddling

> He frowns when you push his hands away insistently- you’d talked so confidently about this on the phone…

> “I wanna touch my pretty toy-“

> You mumble something he can’t hear- making you pout as he tilts his head and leans in closer curiously

> “You’ve never- oh.” His grin is huge and excited

> After some convincing you make it a game- how long can you two go without going too far?

> While you want to have sex with him, you’re nervous, so you figure that’ll buy you time to muster up enough courage

> But Billy being Billy, it isn’t long until he finds a shortcut- he bites and kisses and laps your neck and grinds up on you every single time he gets the chance

> If it was PG-13 before, you were heading fast to an R rating

> Finally you can’t stand it any more as he’s got you on his knee, pushing it up as he oh so innocently rubs your hips and kisses you

> “Billyyyy- please — I need it-“

> “Need what?” For once he’s acting coy- so you quickly show him as you undo his pants

> He’s all giggles and moans when you blow him- cumming down your throat quickly

> And before you can move he flips you, going down on you and to your chagrin already hard before you cum once

> But he’s not a monster- or maybe he is, because before he’s even got it in you you’re whining that it’s all too much

> He licks away your overwhelmed tears as he slowly pushes in, cooing softly for once

> Though as soon as your comfortable he’s saying the filthiest things in order to coax louder and louder moans out of you

> Without warning or real permission he cums inside, grinning at the mess and finger fucking whatever leaks out back inside as he coaxes you to another orgasm

> Once he’s finally done late into the night, he holds you tight and continues to coo praises - Billy’s baby was so good! -and he knew they’d be just as good for him in the morning

Hannibal Lecter

> Hannibal knows almost everything about you, especially if you ever began as his patient

> Even if you don’t tell him expressly, he has his theories- but he’s not trying to be too forward

> It’s going to be your idea when he shamelessly uses you :)

> He has it planned to the T as well- you’re having a sweet little date night in and he’s admiring you on the couch

> Perched on his lap you giggle and shiver as he gently brushes your neck, and your thigh, and your stomach- each a little “accident”

> Not that you’re complaining or he’s apologizing for the increasingly lingering touches

> “…darling? Ah- we’ve never done anything before but…”

> “But what my love?”

> “Can you pretty please touch me?”

> He’s so proud of his little pet and tells you as much as he lays you down right there, going a step forward and using his mouth

> Of course he wants, needs to taste you

> But he doesn’t let you come- not yet

> No, he makes sure you’re already riding him slow and deep by the time he makes you come for the first time

> He stops and showers you in praise before helping you move again

> He wants you to crave him inside- and by the way you’re already whimpering with every little move he thinks it’s working

> He’s territorial- coming inside isn’t even a question, even if he pretends it it

> “Good puppy…Very good. Master’s going to cum- are you going to let me cum in that pretty little hole?”

> As you manage a blissed out sound, you’re sent over the edge and he takes the moment to cum inside

> You only hum an acknowledgment as he pulls out and lays you down, practically tucking you in with him

> What a good pet you made…

Bubba Sawyer

> Bubba is so scared of sex at first…Well, small correction- he’s scared of having sex with you.

> I mean Drayton’s idea of sex ed was simply not telling him about it because he didn’t ask “Sex is- well nobody knows!”

> And from what he’s read in books and heard on the radio, it’s sinful and dirty and ruins you

> And he’d never want to dirty you. You were the nicest, cleanest thing in his life.

> So when you ask him if he’s had sex he vehemently shakes his head and you tell him you haven’t either. Good!

> “Well- ah- would you want to? With me, I mean?”

> He’s absolutely shocked- didn’t you know it was dirty?

> “We don’t have to- I just- I really like you. I wanna make you feel good.”

> Maybe he had some details wrong. That’s what he tries to reason as he lets you take his mask off and undo his pants. He’d try it, but if he felt wrong, he’d stop so you both stayed clean…

> It takes all his will not to immediately buck up into your throat when you put him in your mouth.

> You’re sloppy and clumsy and he’s just the same, groaning and whining and gripping the sheets. Before he can finish you pull off and he pouts.

> “C-can we- I mean- can I-“ You huff and get frustrated at your own embarrassment, starting to slip your shirt off and hoping he gets the message.

> He goes red and nods quickly, practically tackling you and kissing you sweetly before he moves into position

> You help him ease himself into you , whimpering and making sure he’s comfortable too

> “Oh my god- that’s it baby- just like that,”

> The praise makes him move harder than he means to but god you’re grateful

> When he does come he pulls out and paints your stomach- and as soon as he realizes you haven’t done the same he uses his hand to correct that.

> He holds you tight and doesn’t let go the rest of the night, keen on trying more in the morning

[rootsofdread]

request open *twirls hair kicking my feet giggling* could i request maybe ghostface and myers with a survivor who's also stealthy? like maybe they caught a glimpse of them but the moment they moved a little closer trying to get a jump the survivor is just POOF and gone

Michael Myers / The Shape:

Michael had first seen you working on a generator all the way across the trialgrounds from himself. He figured you'd be busy enough that you wouldn't even notice him and he'd be able to grab you right off of it. All seemed to be going according to plan until he got there, and...there was no trace of you anywhere. It was like you had never even been there in the first place. But he knew he saw you. It'd be safe to say he'd never been so confused before.

He decided right then and there that he had to catch you. He knew wouldn't be able to sleep until he got to you at least once. He didn't find you that trial, and...he still can never get his hands on you during trials. He's always willing to throw an entire trial just to go after you, though. The second he realizes you're lurking around, he drops everything to track you down.

He always swears you're following him around. He can never see you, and you'll never give him a straight answer, but...he knows you're there. He doesn't much enjoy swapping roles. You're making this much harder than it needs to be...but, truthfully, he enjoys the challenge. He finds you fun, in a weird way.

Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:

Danny first met you when he saw you weaving through a patch of trees at the edge of the trialgrounds. He'd been tracking you for most of the trial, and now you were all alone...he waited until you ducked behind a wall. He walked up, and lunged behind the corner, swinging for you. You can probably imagine his surprise when you were suddenly nowhere to be found. There was nowhere you could've gone. How in the hell...

Finding you slowly became more and more like a game to him. At first it was frustrating, but it started being fun for him after a while. Every trial he has with you, he gets excited, hoping this would finally be the time he catches you. He still hasn't, but he looks forward to every trial with you.

If you're still in the immediate area, you'll often hear Danny giggling to himself while he's looking for you, or him playfully calling out your name. He doesn't necessarily think doing either will help his chances, he just likes to have fun, especially around and with you.

[l0sercat]

So if you could may i ask deathslinger, wesker, huntress, and ghostface when they are aiming for a certain survivor(or about to slash for ghostie and grab for wesker) but the survivor dodges their attack and for their surprise they accidentally hit the S/O who unfortunately was at the wrong time and place and got hit instead plus the S/O just healed(so they just gealed only to get accidentally hit and became injured again)

I'm slowly trying to work on asks rn. My asks are always open but I'm slow and procrastinate a lot. I'm sorry for not getting to them sooner lol!

Killers reaction to hurting their S/o

Deathslinger

Ain't no damn way that little fucker made him hurt his s/o

He sees your confused and hurt face and he feels himself getting angrier

He will find the little fucker and make them pay

Then once they're taken care of he will rush to you and make sure your okay and not to mad at him lol

Huntress

She lets out a scream of anger as she sees he axe just lodged itself into your shoulder

She is rushing to your side and swooping you into her arms and taking care of the wound

She'll deal with the survivor later and make sure that they pay ten fold

Ghostface

Oh he's pissed

Seeing you hurt and running away from him

He'll immediately hunt down the survivor and nothing will stop him. He is going to beat them and stab them to a pulp

After he is done with them he will go to you. Does he like seeing you cry? Yes but he doesn't like the way it happened

He is gonna indirectly apologize and tease you for your tears, but when you back at the camp he'll hold you in his arms

Wesker

Shocked that it happened then it quickly turns to anger, he grits his teeth and shouts at the survivor

He is not having it, he knows you'll be okay so he goes to get the survivor before checking on you

The survivor is tortured and then left to die on the floor

He'll focus on the round and when you get back to the camp that's when he'll check on you and make sure there are no hard feelings

[krypticcafe]

any chance for dbd killers (especially myers) reacting to a partner who wants to take the relationship real slow? how would they take it? would they push, or be respectful? patience? bonus for cuddle time 💜✨

DBD killers w/a partner who wants to take it slow

rating: teen

character(s): GN!Reader, Shape/Michael Myers, Ghostface/Danny "Jed" Olsen, The Executioner/Pyramid Head, The Cannibal/Bubba Sawyer, Legion/Frank Morrison

warning(s): suggestive themes, canon-typical violence and behavior, language

a/n: pardon the unannounced hiatus, cue the usual fanfic writer life drama, gonna be dusting off the request box :]

Michael

Thank. GOD. He's not gonna say it, but Michael's beyond relieved because he's just not comfortable jumping into things, or anything at all. He likes consistency, not change, so he really needs the time to even just adjust to the fact that he's actually letting this relationship happen (no offense). Even the first time he let you live, he felt all irritated about it because it just felt wrong. But after he saw you leave med packs for him from time to time, lurk behind him while he was off chasing others, he started to grow a little more lenient towards you, much to your pleasure.

After you see the approval in his eyes, you're relieved, too. It's not that you thought Michael wouldn't take the suggestion well, it's that it was the first time you two were seriously discussing your relationship. Neither of you put a label on yourselves, you just both knew that you liked each other a little more than you did with other people. Kind of like a silent agreement.

But now you take confidence in knowing you can be as slow as you want with him, after all, you both have all of eternity to work it out, or at least until the Entity decides to do something about it. Though seeing as they haven't stopped you so far, you're probably fine for now.

It's a long time until you guys show any actual physical affection. The closest it's been is Michael getting revenge on people who use you as bait and grabbing your wrist to pull you to a safe spot while you help clean his gear during visits in between matches and lean on him or he holds you in his lap while sitting in comfortable silence (you've caught him falling asleep on a few occasions).

Expect it to take a while more if you guys actually want to get intimate, he's just too much of a 'business first' guy.

All in all, mission success.

Danny

"Like how slow?"

You should've expected this. While Michael is relieved, Danny, well, he doesn't take it as well. He's one of the clingiest of all the killers and makes it difficult not to be paranoid all the time of someone finding out. He's a hands-on type of guy and this... is kind of torture for him.

After some insistence and some pleading on your side, he'll give in, but it's not guaranteed. He has to resist his urges like some little kid trying not to open Christmas presents a day early. All day, every day, he's just thinking about smothering you in his touch, and it gets him frustrated (in both ways), so he has to take it out somehow.

You can literally see it in real-time when he's cutting through survivors like butter, not even bothering to act playful or make quips, just snarling and hissing at them like a feral cat. You make a mental note to give him a bit of something after the match, like a kiss or some cuddle time.

Other than that, he whines. A lot. Like it's so fucking annoying please make him shut up with a kiss or something, the killers can't stand hearing him bitch incoherently and you can only take so much of it as well. Also, he's a manipulative ass to expect him to be pushy and try to pressure you here and there.

It's kinda funny though, in a way you sorta conditioned him to feel even more euphoric when you do anything romantic with him. He's asking, no, begging for extra kisses, holding you real tight when you cuddle, and you swear you can feel him melting under your touch. Heart eyes and all, he's so obsessed with you.

Whenever you let him know you're ready to move things forward, expect him to be a little overexcited about it. Like if you finally let him get in your pants, he's gonna work you like there's no tomorrow, all that pent-up energy is flooding out the door.

I'm sorry, but you're literally caging an animal by asking *the* Ghostface to take it slow. He's only gonna get more hungry over time.

Pyra

Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think he cares. Like he's fine taking it as slow as you want, it's not a huge deal to him, and really, he has no room for judgment outside of killing people. You'll ask and he'll respond with the usual metallic grunt and boom. Problem solved.

In all honesty, it's probably good to take it slow with him if you want a nice, loving relationship with him. Because of his lack of experience, fast-paced relationships might just be too much for him to deal with, but taking your time lets him process how it even works. Dates, kissing, and anything beyond that aren't in his area of expertise, nor did he ever expect it to be, it's not his primary purpose.

This allows him to welcome something new in his life for once beyond the mundane life of Silent Hill and the matches in the realm of the Entity. He's not used to actually having personal priorities, so the adjustment period progresses along with your relationship. He's quick to find out that he really likes physical contact with you, too.

Most likely you'll be taking the initiative with him, teaching him the little things you like to do like cuddling and holding each other close. He really likes that, being able to just envelope you and keep you safe and close in such a comfortable manner.

I don't he exactly has a concept of... 'horny', it's more of a hunger I guess? A hunger to be close and in your presence, so he kinda has times when he'll stick to your side like a big old scary guard dog. If you wanna indulge him a little, go ahead.

Yeah, I can't really say much for him other than it is what it is.

Bubba

He tries his best to be patient, he really does. Bubba's more than understanding about it, because he's already elated that you love him back in the first place! Though sometimes he just really wants to pepper your face in kisses and smother you in love, pick you up and swing you around in his arms, take you to some of the nicer parts of the Entity's realm, he almost forgets they all live in some sick game.

Horrible advice, but try not to be so... cute around him. I like to think he has cuteness aggression, so it's very hard to keep his hands to himself when you look so... so... nope, no, Bubba, focus, you're supposed to be chasing Ace right now- oooo but don't wanna just eat them up and make them yours!

He wants to do so much with you but it's kind of for the best to keep him from rushing into things. Even he's a little worried that he'll tire you out from his eagerness to get things moving. Hell, he even spooked himself when he found himself daydreaming about marrying you mid-match. He can't help it though, it's the southern love in him that gets him all antsy (he thinks you'd look very nice in a suit or dress if you're wondering).

Yeah, and don't think you don't know either, not when he's humming "Here Comes the Bride" while sawing up Kate in halves in front of you.

Oh, and you thought the wedding fever was bad? Wait until the baby fever kicks up. Since day one of falling in love with you, this man has been dreaming of church bells, vows, cribs, pacifiers, and all that. He's never told you it in full detail but you just know he does. Whether you want it for your relationship or not, he still loves you nonetheless.

Despite it all, you help remind him to appreciate what's in the moment, that you both have an eternity together in damnation to get to that point. So long as time and the Entity are on your side, he's more than happy to take things slow with you and he'll be sure to enjoy every moment you have together.

Frank

"You're joking, right?"

No surprise here either, Frank doesn't take it all too well. He's an impatient bastard and mostly thinks with his dick more than his head sometimes. To be honest, he never even anticipated getting into a relationship with you. He thought most of the survivors were annoying and unlikable in their own ways, he even found you irritating at some point just not as much as the others, or so he'd claim.

You try to explain to him why and unfortunately, it does result in a back and forth between you two, the other members of Legion even chiming in on your defense. It's until you point into his face that you both literally have forever in this endless hell so "what's the big deal about us taking our time" and for him to just think about it for a bit.

And yeah he does, but it takes a while for Frank to wrap his head around it. He's used to just getting what he wants, jumping into things headfirst, and figuring out the details from there. His whole philosophy defies normalcy, defies everything he hates about Ormond and the banal, suburban society it is. He lives for the rush, the excitement, the recklessness. Time and care in a relationship remind him too much of a "normal life".

But the others remind him there's nothing normal about where they are now. Hell, they get to wreak havoc and chaos in the trials, it's everything they dreamed of. Making a statement for themselves. And frankly (no pun intended), he likes you a little too much to let it go. So instead of rushing himself into things, he finds a new thrill in testing the limits. He teases you with lingering touches and suggestive remarks, leaves you wanting, craving just a little more of that.

He clicks his tongue, "I thought we were taking it slow?"

That little bitch. He's got you wrapped around his finger and you know it. But don't think you're the only one aching, no. Call him a sadomasochist because it's practically killing him too, how much he has to hold back. Yet it's such a rush, keeping his hands to himself and itching for the day when you let him do whatever. He. Wants.

[dragonofthedepths]

The Council of the Dead Would Like to Inform the Justice League that “Magical Girl” is a Gender-Neutral Term 16.2.23

DP x DC. Danny, Dani, Dan, Vlad, Clockwork, the Justice League. Redeemed Vlad, redeemed Dan, Ghost King Danny.

Amity gets suddenly transported to the DC universe, but that doesn’t mean anybody realizes it suddenly exists. Amity was already extremely liminal and under an information blackout, and both those things stay true making it really hard to think about for anybody that doesn’t already know about it.

Just be DC hasn’t noticed Amity does not mean Amity hasn’t noticed DC, which is why Danny is out exploring this world that’s absolutely full of heroes.

Unfortunately, DC is even more full of disasters, and he’s forced to transform to protect some people. He books it out of there immediately afterward and disappears.

Everyone assumes he’s a magical girl. A black-haired blue-eyed “civilian” had a whole freaking transformation, fixed everything with magic, and flew away. Was he Tim Drake? Related to the Superboys? A random teen? One of Bruce Wayne’s other children? No-ones ever seen a hero with a transformation before.

Danny finds out about this and is more than willing to play along.

He can make his transformation more dramatic, :) he can design some special attacks, :) Clockwork can he use a time medallion as a boost item?* (Clockwork says yes.) :D

With Vlad, Dani, and Dan playing along too they even have a pretty decent magical girl team, complete with Vlad playing the dark horse magical girl rival whose more rude and abrasive but ultimately on the same side for bonus Justice League trolling.

The Justice League is absolutely loosing their minds apparently living through a Magical Girl anime. Especially after threats from the Infinite Realms start getting involved.

*The ultimate boost item is, of course, the Crown of Fire.

Dani, Danny, and Dan introduce themselves as half-siblings. For the pun.

Day (626/100) in my #∞daysofwriting @the-wip-project 16th of Feb

[lowkeyrobin]

MORGAN DAVIES ; behind the scenes

summary ; childhood friends to lovers with actor pookies 🤞

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; idk specifically how the others act irl because I obviously don't know them personally, be aware that they might be a little out of character ; Conan Gray references, reader is described to have positive sensory experiences with hair and scratchy/fuzzy textures cause why not

requested by ; @callsignwidow

word count ; 1.2k

masterlist

"Hey Morg!" You smile, seeing your long-time friend leave the set, walking towards you. "How's it going?" You ask, handing him a bag of takeout food you'd just picked up for him.

He accepts it graciously with a smile. He's dressed in a blue sweatshirt and black pants, a few droplets of fake blood splattered across his blonde hair. "Thank you! And good, you wanna come up?" He asks, pointing back at the apartment complex where the movie was being shot in.

You nod with a shrug, "Yeah, let's go enter the demon possessed apartment complex"

He pats your shoulder, pulling you inside to hide away from the scorching New Zealand heat. You walk up the multiple flights of stairs, reaching the filming floor. You're happily greeted by Gabrielle and Nell, the two having been eating lunch in the hallway. Alyssa and Lily were finishing up a scene inside, prompting you to take a seat with them and Morgan.

He opens the bag and shares the chips and gauc with the girls, and opens up the styrofoam box to reveal his quesadillas.

"Those are the greasiest quessadillas I've ever seen" Gabrielle chuckles, watching Morgan use one of the shitty napkins in the bag to dab away some of the grease.

"It's Taco Bell, of course it's greasy!" He exclaims, taking a bite of the cheesey tortilla. "Right, Y/n?"

You quickly nod, rushing to his defense.

"What point are you trying to prove?"

"I dunno"

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓

"You showed up just to ruin shit for me! I tried leaving all of you in the past for a reason! I wish you'd just stay in my memories, go away!" You shout, "There's no reason to think we could ever exist again. Get over it!"

Tears run down your cheeks and neck, dark, artificial circles under your eyes. Tear stains cover the outer corners of your eyes. Your hands were balled into fists, fingers clenched so tightly that your knuckles were turning white.

"Cut!"

You exhale, shaking hands with your costar as you step off the set. Your familiar blonde friend rushes to your side to hug you, cheering on your performance.

"That was crazy! You're so like, it's surreal when you act like that, really." A smile painting his face, arms slung around your shoulders.

The shorter, faded sides of his mullet scratch your jaw a bit, a weird comfort you found in his hugs. His hugs were always so warm and welcoming, so scratchy and fuzzy, like that childhood nostalgia of TV static. He didn't mind your hands getting lost in his hair, he knew the sensory was a positive stimulation for you, something that grounded you.

"That was so good! Holy fuck!" He smiles, patting you on the back as you fully exit your character's state of mind and thoughts, and separate theirs from yours. "That's impressive, really. You on-command cry so well!" He chuckles, patting your cheeks a few times to show you some physical love.

"Thank you, thank you" You lightly smile, accidently looking down at his lips a little too long before looking back up at his eyes.

The directors, producers, and cameramen all had their backs facing you, giving some sense of privacy as you two talk. You'd finally finished the day around nine, your tiredness apparent to Morgan. You stand far off to the side, out of everyone's way.

"C'mon, I'll take you home" He offers, leading you outside as you nod.

You'd walked here. You wanted to go home with him and just jump in your bed and sleep. You'd been up since nearly four this morning to finish up the final scenes of this movie you were working on. Finally, though, it was over.

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓

On the car ride home, which was luckily within two hours of the final set you were on for the passion project movie you were starring in, it was relatively quiet. You couldn't sleep in the car, you rest your head against the seatbelt, and stare out the window, watching all the trees and lamp posts on the side of the highway pass by.

The blonde, driving, let you connect your phone to the radio to play music. You'd been playing some calmer music, considering you were tired and weren't in for anything upbeat.

Morgan knew the location of your home like the back of his hand, like you were his second home, because you were. Being so close for so long created a weird string between you two, something so lovely and fuzzy inside the both of you.

You drink the bottled love water out of the cupholder in the center console, which he'd brought just for you. Even though it was still cold from being in the fridge, it bubbled a warmth inside your stomach. A warmth that reminded you of the person sitting next to you. The person who gave you unconditional love and support through everything.

You end up falling asleep halfway through the drive, which he notices quickly. As you arrived at your destination, however, he had to make a decision. Either wake you up, or ruffle through your belongings, get your house keys, and carry you inside as carefully as possible.

Of course, he picked the latter.

Luckily enough, the interior lights turning on as he parked the car didn't awake you, clearly fallen into a deep slumber. He opens the door to your residence, then carries your backpack of belongings inside, then finally, you. He carefully lays you on your bed, then covers you with a light blanket that sat at the foot of your mattress.

He runs a hand through his hair before you stir, catching him off gaurd. He fills with worry and guilt, not having wanted to wake you up at all.

"Thanks, Morg" You mumble, hiding your eyes in your arm, shielding yourself from the light pouring in from the hallway and the lamp nearby. "You can spend the night if you wanna"

"Okay" He nods, "I'll be out on the couch if you need me" He turns around, walking towards your door before you stop him.

"No, like-" You speak, rubbing your eyes a bit before he quickly turns off the lamp for you. "-You can lay in here. You don't have to sleep on the couch. We've been friends for like, ever, it's fine"

"That's the problem" He mumbles

"Huh?" You hum, squinting your eyes as they adjust to the lighting, looking up at him.

He lightly sighs, "I don't wanna be just friends. Okay? And that's awful of me to say, considering you probably won't remember this because you're exhausted and we've been only friends for so long. Anyways, I'm... I'm gonna go sleep on the couch, if you need anything"

"Morgan-"

"What?"

"Come lay down, you dork"

"What?"

You roll your eyes and flop back down onto your pillow. "Get your ass to sleep next to me before I knock you out myself"

"Loud and clear," He replies, quickly scurrying to your side after turning the hallway light off. He toes his shoes off at the end of the bed and climbs into it with you, keeping distance. "So about..."

"Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, love" You reply, pulling the covers over your shoulders.

Astonished, only a singular select word is able to leave his lips.

"Goodnight"

[froggywritesstuff]

abed's rom-com | abed nadir

pairing: Abed Nadir x g/n!reader

fandom: Community

request: @lilfartbox1 (i am so sorry for the wait 😭) : please any abed nadir comfort / fluff pieces like theres a little angst of them miscommunicating their feelings for eachother and then find out theyve both been doing the same thing of trying to make the other jealous etc

content warnings: not proofread, fluff, angst if you squint extremely hard

word count: 910

A/N: yikes this is rushed but i recently started watching community again and this had been in my drafts for too long so i wanted to finish it

Abed knew he wasn't the best at dealing with his emotions, often turning to his favourite sitcoms and movies for help. Especially when it came to romance. He hadn't had as much experience with it as he would've liked, so when he realised he started liking you in a romantic way, he quickly became panicked. You were part of the study group, meaning if he started liking you it could potentially ruin the dynamic of the friendship. But when Annie told him you felt the same way about him, he knew exactly what to do. Except he didn't. It wasn't working the way he had planned. He'd been reenacting an age old trope; person a makes person b so jealous that they eventually confess their feelings for person a. He started off small, making sure you'd see him catching glances at some random student in the cafeteria, and zoning out as if he'd been thinking about someone else. That was half true. To make it realistic, he'd always think about you when he pretended to zone out. When someone - normally Annie, who Abed told all about his plan - would catch him staring at someone and begin to tease him about it, he noticed how quiet you would get, how you wouldn't engage in any other conversations and would even leave because you were 'late for something else'. He didn't like it. The last thing he wanted was to know he made you upset. But no one in the movies ever stopped their plan halfway. As much as he wanted to, he didn't stop his plan.

He suspected that his plan was working when you started doing the same thing he did and made him jealous. It was either that, or his plan had backfired and you thought he didn't like you so you moved on. Either way, he still felt insanely jealous of whoever you began to like- whether they were real or not. He needed you to confess to him soon. Very soon. Being so jealous as well as not being sure if he had any reason to be jealous was driving him insane, he couldn't even focus on studying. Not that much studying was happening though.

"Abed, is everything ok?" he barely even registered the question, and was not able to recognize who's voice that was.

"What?" he mumbled back, his mind still elsewhere as he spoke with the group.

"We asked if you were ok." Annie began speaking, "You seem kind of out of it today."

Troy nodded, "Yeah, you and Y/N." Abed's head perked up at the sound of your name, suddenly giving Troy his full attention, "Neither of you have laughed at anything I've said today." he said, looking quite sad.

Abed looked over to where you were sitting, the two of you meeting eyes. You looked at each other for a moment, before announcing to the group you had to leave, not knowing that Abed was following behind you. You stood in one of the more secluded halls, startled when you saw Abed next to you.

"Shit, you scared me." 

"Sorry," he said, making less eye contact than usual, "I wanted to tell you something."

You nodded, signalling for him to go on.

"I like you, Y/N." he was quick with his confession, after hiding his feelings for long he wanted to get straight to the point, "I know you like someone else, but I need you to know how I felt." as he spoke, the situation became more and more real to him. No matter how cliche the plot between the two of you was, it wasn't a cheesy rom-com movie. It was real life. And in real life, there wasn't a guaranteed requited love story. There was a chance you could reject Abed's feelings, and his friendship with you would be ruined. "I'm sorry if this makes things awkward between us," he said, a frown taking place on his lips, "You're one of my closest friends, but I couldn't keep this from you, that wouldn't be fair to you."

You watched and listened to his confession intently, seeing how genuine his expression and words were. He wasn't playing a character, or just reenacting a scene - no matter how much his confession sounded like it was taken straight out of a rom-com - it was real.

"Abed," you began, "There's no other person. I made that up." you explained, though a part of you figured that he guessed that already, "I only acted like I liked someone else because I thought you liked someone else."

He couldn't help the smile forming on his lips, "I made that up too,"

His smile was contagious, as you quickly felt your lips turning upwards into a smile as you laughed softly, "You should start making romance movies."

"I have no interest in doing that. I could but I don't think I'd find it very enjoyable." he paused, "But I appreciate the sentiment."

"Speaking of movies, would you wanna see a movie with me sometime?"

"I would like that. We can look at session times together when we're finished studying. We should also get back to the library."

You nodded, unable to stop the smile growing on your lips as you asked, "Do you wanna hold hands when we walk back or...?"

He smiled softly and held out his hand for you to hold, "I would like that."

"Cool." you took his hand.

"Cool cool cool."

[golden-boy-of-the-gazette]

My brain keeps running back to the idea of Danny's first time having sex sooo

Gender neutral reader, nsfw, incredibly brief mention of overstimulation that doesnt even go into detail. Probably has typos and probably isnt formatted too well but I'm just getting thoughts down.

I imagine he wouldnt be too focused on it during school. Seeing as his dad sounded super strict and awful he was probably more focused on school work. Not to mention he was most definitely a loser. Is he pretty? Sure, doesnt change the fact that he was too quiet and got caught staring all the time but once he graduated and was free from the pressures of his father- y'know.

I imagine he would be nervous but wouldnt show it. He wouldn't admit that he's never had sex before so hes sloppy, incredibly sloppy. He doesn't know how to move his hips, where to put his hands- not to mention his doesnt know where the clit is at this point. He is incredibly touchy though, not even in a groping kind of way. In a just barely grazing their skin with his fingertips kind of way. Until it's not. He gets more used to it and starts to get a bit more bold, using his full palm, getting more and more greedy. He starts groping eventually of course but he's starting to want to taste. He uses his mouth. Soft kisses that get hungrier until hes biting, not knowing exactly how to give hickies but hes leaving marks regardless. Hes groping at their thighs, holding them close while he nips at their throat, imagining bitting a chunk out of it. That's what gets him going. Now hes not thinking right. Hes thinking of another design about the person hes with, thinking about killing them and leaving them on display for everyone to see. Thats what's really giving him a hard-on. Not the shitty porn star-ish moans that are reverberating in his ears, no, hes imagining them gurgling, choking on their own blood but- ah. His thoughts are interrupted by the slightest touch on his cock, eliciting a slight grunt of surprise from him.

He tries to take the lead but his movements are so sloppy and poor that he ends up being the bottom, getting ridden instead. He's fussy and loud, scratching at their thighs as he holds back tears from overstimulation. Hes not thinking about his partner during this at all, mind completely blank, only ever thinking about himself. He's muttering useless pleas under his breath that are coming out as incoherent nonsense, tilting his head back and groaning deeply- he doesnt last that long. Maybe 7 or 8 minutes. He doesnt feel bad. Hes ready to go another round but his partner is ultimately left unsatisfied anyway.

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Danny/Ghostface Headcanons (+Killer Boyfriend Reader Scenario) (Dead By Daylight)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one has to do with Danny aka Ghostface from Dead By Daylight. This a Scenario with a Male Reader! So let's do this! Enjoy this chapter!] 

(Disclaimer: Danny aka Ghostface is Not Yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes Are Not Ideal partners to have in real life, Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)  -Base Yandere Headcanons With Danny Aka Ghostface From Dead By Daylight- 

.Danny is for the most a planner, he plans his killings and makes sure that he does not act impulsively. 

.Rarely does he act on impulse. 

.That stays the same for his love for you, it was just by chance that he saw you in that bar. 

.But it was his choice to follow you home and stalk you. 

.Learning everything he can about you, unlike his typical stalkings which last a few weeks, this went on for months. 

.He did not plan to kill you, instead, he was learning everything he could about you. 

.Obviously, he was the type of yandere to stalk you and to learn everything he could about you. 

.Even breaking into your home and stealing some things that you would not miss. 

.He would even put cameras throughout your home to watch you do everything, including showering and changing your clothes. 

.He would want to know everything about you, including every intimate detail~ 

.He is beyond obsessed and like I said how he typically plans this killings is not always true. 

.Sometimes he acts on impulse like with the parody news articles and how he went into such a blind rage that he brutalized them and left them in a way that he would not as Ghostface. 

.This does leak out to be one of the two ways he deals with rivals. 

.If he does have a rival he is fist stalking them and learning the best way to kill them. 

.But if they got too close to you he would act on Impulse and go into a blind rage. 

. At this moment it is not for Ghostface to deal with, it is personal and he was going to make sure they knew the face of YOUR Man and that they had crossed the line. 

.He does not care who or what is a rival, you are the love of his life and he is not going to share you. 

.For A rival to get that close to you it is extremely personal. 

.He does not care if the person is young or old they cross that line and the killing would be much different than his ones as Ghostface. 

.He is also a very patient yandere, he can play the long game. 

.Slowly getting to know everything about you, and finally being able to make his first move. 

.He would be able to worm his way into your life, may it be as Danny, Jed, or whoever else. 

.He would be the perfect man for you, and it was very unlikely you would turn his feelings down. 

.He loves to take your photo and even has one of those cork boards that have pictures of you, a list of things you like, documents of your family tree, rewards you got in school, everything. 

.It is like a crime scene board but so personal and intimate to everything about you as a person! 

.It could almost be considered a shirne! 

.But really it is a game play on how to win you over and it is completely unhinged on how much he loves you and wants you to himself. 

.Even more so it goes back to the fucking day you were born, who was the doctor who held your body, who was the woman who gave birth to you and so much more. 

.The immense detail it has in it is terrifying that he knows this much about you and about your whole existence.  .Hell he might even have the damn day you were conceived. How he got that I do not even know! 

.This man's eye for the details of your life is the most intense I have ever seen a yandere act and that is saying a lot. 

.He would have wormed his way into your life and that was not enough for him, he needed to have you as his and his alone, and he would have you. 

.Mark his words, even if he has to lock you away he will have you. 

.He would have had you gone on three months' worth of dates before confessing his love to you. 

.At this point he is certain you will say yes, he has been planning this for months if not years. 

.He would wait and if you accept his love he knew he had been right and that this was perfect. 

.He would get you and him a place and of course, he is not home a lot because he travels for his job as a journalist but also because he has to go and do killings as Ghostface. 

.Do not get it wrong he knows where you are at all times, having gotten a tracker on you, and with that, he knows where you are at all times. 

.Not to mention the cameras that cover every square foot of your guys home! 

.He made sure that you were always under his watchful eye and that he kept you as his and safe. 

.If you had turn him down, well you can be found chained in his basement where he is taking good care of you. 

.He makes sure that you are taken care of always getting a home with a good basement so he can move you with him city from city. 

.You had broken his heart and he will mentally break you so you do love him and that you never ever leave him. 

.That is right he would also be a petty yandere for you. 

.Not to mention HE LOVES taking your photos and having them all over the walls. 

.His phone is filled with your photos. 

(Now specific what he would do with a male darling)  .If you are a man he would do his best to make you feel you are less than him. 

.He cannot have you get cocky and or full of yourself now can he? 

.He is the man you need in your life and if you do not like men he would break you and make you like him. 

.As he would be the only man for you and would love to make you feel good. 

.You are the only man who has made him feel like this and that makes you special. 

.He does not like men or women near you and would not want to share you with any of them. 

.He would make sure that you know he is the one in charge and that you better fall in line. 

.He would also steal your boxers and he had touched himself while he smelled them in your bed. 

.As well as Leaving unnoticeable traces of himself in your bed. (gross) 

.He would break you down no matter the strong man you think you are and make you his and his alone. 

.The power dynamic would be so severe that you would be forced to accept that he was the man in the relationship and you were his boyfriend. 

.It was his job to take care of you and be the man for you, and he would make sure that you understood that! 

.He would also one day be okay with you being the top, as he wants to be able to do everything with you and he would do everything with you. 

------Now When you are in the Entities realm------

(Danny X Male Killer Listener) 

(No One's POV)  You had been in the entity realm for some time and you blamed him, your supposed boyfriend. somehow the entity when bringing Ghostface to be one of the killers, you were brought as one as well. That is right you had been made a killer as well. You were not a killer persay in your own life. You called yourself an avenger and you were the avenger killer. You had to kill the survivors for the entity but your goal was to kill him, Ghostface, Danny!  You were a killer in your human life and killed the men who raped your sister. You got your revenge on them and then you realized you liked it. So you would kill men, women, anyone that raped someone. You were different from the other killers. 

you did not have hatred for the survivors but you did have hatred for your ex-boyfriend. You had been kidnapped by Danny when you turned down his feelings, as you did not love him, and you told him that you just did not love him yet. You could have one day fallen in love with him. But that changed when he kidnapped you and kept you prisoner. 

The entity had promised you revenge and you were going to get it one day. You just had to keep the entity happy. Of course, you were forced to be the roommate with Danny. Sharing the same realm as him. Danny would like to say you two were now together forever and that you would be his murdered husband. You would punch him in the fucking face and tell him to fuck off. 

You did not love Danny but you did still have some attraction for your ex. It did not help that you two did have chemistry. So you hate fuck him. Just like you did tonight. 

You roll off from your ex and pant your butt was going to hurt in a bit but you had to admit, Danny was good in bed. 

"God I knew you loved me~," Danny says with a smirk. 

"Shut the Fuck Up Danny." You snap at him. "I do not love you, just between trials there is nothing else to you, and if I were to fuck one of the other killers you would lose your shit." 

"You are Mine." He snaps and glares at you. 

He would say this time and time again and just like always you would roll your eyes. 

"You say that all the time, but I will kill you for good one of these days." You say and get off the bed grabbing a towel and your clothes. "I am going to go swimming in the lake, you can fuck off."  You could feel him watching your ass as you walk away and yup you felt the slight pain in it from the fucking you just received. You would never admit it, but you did like Danny enough to be trapped in the same Realm as him. You would still kill him for getting you in the situation. Mark your words.  Unknown to you, Danny made a deal with the entity, and this is why you were trapped here. You were his prize and he is keeping you by his side, his sweet sexy boyfriend killer. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins.] 

[angelbarelywrites]

Masterlist!

Slashers

scenarios

first meeting (part 2) kisses! (part 2) sharing a bed (part 2) you’re almost a victim… (part 2) your first time together is…your first time (part 2) let’s get kinky (part 2) y’all accidentally adopt a child (part two)

oneshots

tommy gets jealous - thomas hewitt x reader

mine - thomas hewitt x reader (nsfw)

good one - thomas hewitt x reader

The Walking Dead

scenarios

birthday (negan)

dating negan

The Boys

scenarios

dating billy

[rootsofdread]

Hi! Can I request Trickster, Michael, Ghostface and Skull Merchant and Bubba with a survivor reader basically being goofy with the other survivors and fucking up gens every 5 seconds because their laughing and can't focus and when they get hooked they make jokes and try to annoy the hell out of the killer? And when it's time to escape they drop their stuff for the killer and leave cause they thought it was a fun match? GN reader pls :)

my first bubba request!! i loved writing him for you 🥺🥺

Bubba Sawyer / The Cannibal:

Bubba knows being in the Entity’s realm isn’t pleasant; it’s been a long time since he’s seen anyone have fun. So in all honesty — he kind of enjoys seeing you all have some fun. He’s the first to run over when he hears several explosions in a row from a generator, because he’s almost certain that it’s you, and he could always use a good laugh. You’re the first person in an even longer time to really make him smile, he loves getting to spend time with you during trials and he especially loves getting to laugh with you. For one trial, he can forget that he has a job to do. He can focus on you instead. His favorite thing is getting your gifts after the trials — he gets so excited seeing you leave something for him. He especially loves toolboxes, so he can work on his chainsaw, but he loves everything you give him. He always looks forward to seeing you again.

Michael Myers / The Shape:

Michael doesn’t really understand how or why you’re so comfortable being so…yourself in trials. It’s such a foreign concept to him. Everyone else is so focused on staying alive, but you, you’re…you’re out in the trials having fun, and laughing. He likes to sit and observe you from afar. You usually try to get him in on the joke, come on over here, Mikey, we’re all having fun, but he just shakes his head. Sometimes he gets closer to you and just looms while you and your fellow survivors cry laughing over your antics, exploding the generator you’re all working on at any possible turn. You’ll never get that done. He may seem judgemental, but really, he’s just…watching. He finds it entertaining, in a way, seeing some of you have fun here. He even feels a bit special when you take the time to leave him your things; he doesn’t necessarily have a use for them, but…it’s nice.

Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:

Danny is likely the only one that would be willing to join you in your antics; he seems to love a good laugh just as much as you do. Particularly, he loves either sneaking up on you by ending up just behind your shoulder and waiting to see how long it takes you to notice him, or by sneaking up on a teammate and not only waiting to see how long it takes them to notice, but also making gestures with his hands to try to get you to laugh, too. He loves how much fun you are — everyone else is such a buzzkill, he can’t imagine why, of course, but you just love to have fun here. You’re always laughing and smiling and making everyone else do the same, and it has him utterly smitten with you. You’re his favorite survivor to hang out with, and it absolutely delights him when you leave him your items at the exit gates. He takes everything you give him, and it’d be safe to assume he’s amassed a collection…somewhere.

Ji-Woon Hak / The Trickster:

Ji-Woon is a loose canon — for a long time, you were never sure how he would react to you, because it was almost always different. Sometimes he seemed annoyed by your antics, or amused, sometimes he completely ignored you and went for someone else; sometimes he was particularly bloodythirsty and you were his first target. It was always a toss-up. Over time, he gets more used to you and your shenanigans — he less feels the need to kill you for them and more just lets you have your fun. As long as you’re not specifically giving him problems, he doesn’t seem to really care. Sometimes, even, when he passes by you looking for someone else, he gives you a little smile or giggle, indicating he may just be amused by you now. And every time you leave him an item, you see him take it, and later, when he sees you outside of a trial, he hands it back to you with a genuine autograph.

Adriana Imai / The Skull Merchant:

Adriana, truthfully, will have none of it. She knows you won’t give her a challenge and she seems to not care much for that fact — she tends to leave you alone during trials and let you have your fun, slowly picking off your team members instead. Sometimes, she’ll give you a look when she passes by you, silently telling you to do something. Run, scream, hide, give her something to hunt you for. Yet, she seems almost flustered when you look back at her with that big grin on your face. She tends to let you go, too, always responding with you’re no fun if you ask her why, but you’ve always considered, perhaps, she has a soft spot for you. She’d never admit it. She does accept your items at the end, though. She knows she can find uses for them.

[l0sercat]

I saw a movie where one of the protagonists kissed a bad guy to get him distracted enough to escape, and I’d like to request the same for Pyramid Head, Ghostface, Oni, Ji-Woon and Wesker. 🤭 If their mouth isn’t available then a kiss where their cheek would be. Whether it worked or not is up to you. 👀

Ooo I like that

Killers react to survivor who kiss them to distract them

Pyramid Head

He gripped you by the neck about to mori you ...

You then bended over and kissed the tip of his helmet

He didn't even freeze he still continued to mori you

What did you think would happen? He's a being soly created to punish people

Ghostface

He had you cornered

You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him close

You pressed a big kiss on his mask leaving a lipstick mark(sorry if you don't wear lipstick)

He was stunned at first then grinned as you were able to slip away

He soon was able to catch up with you to have some fun time;)

Oni

You did not know how you ended up like this

He had his hand wrapped around your throat choking you

You had an idea that would most likely fail

You quickly kissed the nose of his mask

He froze and his grip loosened

You got away(for now)

Ji-Woon

He grabbed you when you tried to vault

You yelped and you're eyes widened

You spun around and without thinking you kissed him. Hard

He was taken aback for a split second before grinning

Of course you kissed him! He knows he too irresistible

Who wouldn't want to kiss him? He just so handsome and perfect 🥰

You did not get away only because he wanted to mori you <3(how romantic) it would have worked if he didn't have a mori

Wesker

He had you pinned up on a wall by his tentacles (uroboros)

You tried squirming out but the grip got tighter

So you did the only thing logical.

You gripped his face and kissed his roughly

He backed up, letting you go

Face flushed

He just stands there broken asf

You do get away but a the end of the match he gets you (what happens is up to you ;) )

[ectoplasmic-entity]

You think we could get a part 2 of kid!reader? Maybe kiddo is in the wrong place at the wrong time and Dan goes full guardian mode cause that’s HIS kiddo- and maybe some soft comfort at the end while Dan patches them up (of course while gently scolding them)

This was in my inbox for a long time, and I'm just getting around to it now, sorry about that (ヾ;￣▽￣)ヾ

I was surprised but pleased to make a continuation of the child reader fic, I quite enjoyed it the first time around. Not to mention a lot of folks liked it too .3.

I hope you like it!

A reminder, this doesn't mean I'm taking requests right now.

First part is here

Genre: Gen

Rating: K

Content Warnings: Non-graphic shoulder injury

Words: 2.9k+

Intense, protective warmth shrouds you like a blanket. You sit there, utterly silent as your ghost core violently hammers in terror. Fear viciously bites into your body, it’s only Dan’s sturdy frame that you don’t topple over – your body has become like a wet noodle. Uncontrollable, fat teardrops trickle down your face. Each one stickier than the last.

You lean into Dan’s body; your face buries in his chest. Your body aches dully in protest, you swallow it down. Your body shudders with the intensity of his core, its overwhelming rhythm runs like an electric current, reaching deep inside you.

Dan’s voice is quiet and firm. You know he’s not upset with you, but the way he tenses when you as much as twitch tells another story. His finger continually, gently massages the wound on your shoulder where he treated and dressed it as best as he could. Ever so slightly, your jaw twitches in an attempt to speak.

No words form. A shaky, quiet sniffle slips out instead. Hearing it, Dan pulls you closer, his voice grows quiet. That same protective aura cloaks you.

The Ghost Zone flies past you in a blur. It doesn’t bother you, with how chaotic the dimension is, getting dizzy is the last thing on your mind. The swirls of green and black twist and meld together into shapes, your eyes carefully follow the motions. You imagine the shapeless blobs sprouting new legs and arms, beady eyes glow through the darkness, and vaguely animal-like silhouettes for heads.

They ‘run’ alongside you and Dan.

It keeps your mind busy in the midst of a boring flight on his back. Your arms securely wrap around Dan’s neck, your hands clasping together tightly under his chin. He occasionally tenses with the knowledge you’re still safely there. Everything’s still a little new for the both of you.

Well, more for Dan than you. You may not have had anyone before him, but you did watch how the older ghosts interacted with the little ghosts. How an older one keeps them safe under their wing, the many motions of affection. You tense with emotion, you half-bury your face in Dan’s hair.

Luckily Dan doesn’t notice the change in your mood. He’s still… weird about dealing with them. Or anything to do with you, really. He does seem to be trying. You don’t care, just that he’s even here at all.

You sigh softly, you slightly turn your face so that half of it meets the fresh breeze blowing by. Invisible waves gently pelt you as you relax. Lulling you into a sense of safety and let your guard down, your head then slumps with weariness.

“You’re not going to fall asleep on me again, are you?” Dan’s voice has you perk up almost instantly.

You smile lightly and shake your head, despite that both you and Dan full well know you have a habit of doing that. You readjust your posture and set yourself upright on his back, your chin rests atop of Dan’s head. Likewise, you’re sure you can hear him smiling.

A light chuckle slips out of him. “Whatever, just try not to fall off. I’d really hate to try to catch you in the abyss.”

As if on command, you peer over Dan’s shoulder. Down below, here, there, everywhere. An expansive, dark abyss sits in silent chaos. You can only imagine what’s down there. The longer you stare at the unblinking darkness, the more your core accelerates. Ectoblood pounds through your veins, unrelenting. It floods your stomach with an ice-cold splash, you gasp for a sudden breath of air.

Hastily, you turn your head away and bury it back into Dan’s hair. The low growl of a sigh vibrates through his body.

“For that matter, don’t stare at it either, it’ll try to pull you in if you stare for too long,” Dan says, giving you a side glance.

A shaky nod and a quiet mumble of agreement is all he gets from you. He stares at you in surprise for a moment before he lightly shakes his head, a ghost of a smile creeping across his face. Perhaps Dan can coax your voice out of you yet, he just has to be patient.

The surrounding space grotesquely tears itself apart and as soon as the fabric of space rips, it immediately knits itself back together. Equally grotesque and pulsating tendrils seamlessly weave the ‘layers’ of space in uneven patterns. Then it rips itself apart again, ectoplasmic strips drip at the seams.

Yep. Good thing you’re with Dan, otherwise… you shudder.

Dan suddenly veers to the side with such velocity that you cling on to him for dear life. You huff in annoyance, sometimes you forget how strong Dan actually is. Because he’s so… cautious with you. Never uses his full force against you, ever. Your core skips a beat, your eyes flicker away. His core hums with intensity, you feel it deep in your chest. Your hands reflexively tighten.

Then, gradually, Dan slows down. His posture relaxes as he prepares to land on the nearest isle. His body tilts downward, concentration firm and unblinking, Dan maneuvers his legs with ease. Arms spread out to balance himself, he gracefully lands on the rocky surface with nothing more than a quiet tap of his boots.

Dust clouds blow up from under his feet, Dan’s cape flows gently with his motions. You still cling to him, your arms tight around his neck. It doesn’t appear to annoy him with how much force you exert, maybe he doesn’t feel much at all. Nothing ever seems to hurt him.

Dan rolls his shoulders, and slightly cocks his head, indicating it’s safe to get down now. You stare at him with a wide, uncertain look. And then with care, you climb down Dan’s back. Your hands fist into the fabric of the cape, an unrelenting grip as you make your way down. Dan barely twitches as you use his back muscles as stepping stones, he only looks over his shoulder to ensure you’re still there.

Your hands continue to grip the cape like a lifeline even as you properly step down on solid ground. By habit, you pull it up to your eyes, covering most of your face. You peer around curiously. You twist and knead the fabric, it crumples noisily. Again, Dan glances over his shoulder, his ears twitching at the sound. You smile from behind the cape.

A tiny smile cracks Dan’s face and before long, it disappears just as it appears. He turns his back to you, frowning in concentration. His fingers curl up and then flex, a soft hiss of energy sounds out, streaks of spectral green enshroud his hand. It carefully melds and bends into shapes not all that different from the formations of the Ghost Zone. The ecto-constructed map warbles as Dan scrutinizes it.

Fingers nimbly trail over the outlines of the miniature formations. Paying extra attention to every crevice and crack. Dan sighs in contention, his eyes narrow.

Dan looks up, you mimic his motion. A sheer, green, and grey rocky ‘jungle’ towers over you. Imposing and expansive, it stretches as far as the eye can see in either direction. Jagged structures resembling trees jut out of the ground, tiny protrusions not too dissimilar from barbs dot the bases of the trees. A dark dreariness hangs over the ‘jungle’. Shadows flicker at its edge, as if it invites you in.

You startle lightly when Dan kneels down next to you, his arms tense and his nails dig into the rock. You stare at him from the side with wide eyes.

“Don’t… go too far,” Dan says, “I just need a minute or two to figure out where we are, then we’ll be on our way.”

You nod your head absently; your focus keener on the strange environment for his words to sink in. A light breeze brushes you when Dan moves away, his dark silhouette sits on the edge of your vision, his back to you once more. The cape flutters from your hands and lands at your feet. Nervously wringing your wrists, you give another side glance before your attention goes back to the jungle.

One step. Two steps. You put on as little weight as you can, and yet, every time your foot touches the ground, it’s too loud for your liking.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Ectoblood pounds through your veins, sending alternating hot and cold waves of anticipation through your body. You shiver violently with energy anew, your mouth slightly dry. A tentative look back, Dan’s still distracted by the mini-map. A faint green glow highlights his eyes, totally drawing him in.

You exhale softly, you won’t be gone for long. A minute or two exploring around isn’t going to hurt you, or him. You break out into a moderately fast pace, your core thrums in excitement, your feet pitter-patter in quick succession.

Across the boundary between the open chaos of the Ghost Zone and the claustrophobic rock canopy of the isle. An odd sense of melancholy permeates the atmosphere, your chest tightens and your core thunders. A faint blue hue tints the darkness, your eyes automatically drawn to it. It’s strangely soft among the jagged and twisted formations.

Footsteps fade away. In midst of the hammering in your chest, you feel a sense of calm. Your shoulders are lighter, your body tingles with energy anew.

Shadows flicker and lick at the edge of the jungle. Should one look closely, it would look as if it slowly stretches out. Reaching to whatever was closest to draw into its dark web of deception.

—-

Dan hears it first.

A piercing, shrill scream unlike anything he’s ever heard before. Unease snakes through his body like icy thorns. His eyes flick to the side suspiciously, the cold pit grows.

Just as the scream echoes out, it immediately goes silent. The uncanny stillness hovers over Dan’s shoulder, an invisible spectre haunting him. Dan turns sharply on his heel, your name on the tip of his tongue. His core accelerates in alarm, his ecto-constructed map forgotten.

You’re nowhere to be found.

Dan’s head snaps in the direction of the overlying jungle. You couldn’t have wandered off far. Muscles tense to the point of feeling like it’s set aflame. He swears under his breath and hurtles off in a run faster than the eye can see.

Boots pound on the rocky surface, every crack seems to jolt Dan into going faster than he’s ever gone. Mouth wide open and fangs bared in a silent snarl. His mind is void of any thought except finding you, just you. His core aches with the sudden realization of how protective he feels despite not having known you for long. Dan doesn’t spare another second thinking about it as he crosses the strange boundary of the jungle.

Darkness immediately closes in on him, Dan’s body tingles uncomfortably as a heavy sensation comes over him. Goosebumps touch along his spine, the hairs on the back of his neck stand right up. The dull pounding of his core thuds in his ears. Eyes wide and hyper vigilant, Dan’s body sways with the direction of the rocky, dusty path.

Abnormally tall and stiff, the spiky trees unwavering. Unyielding, slow and groaning creaks in spite of their stillness. No matter where Dan looks, all around him is the same. It’s as if they hide you from him.

Urgency nags in his head, Dan barely pays any mind to where he’s going. The jungle seems to expand on and on. He hasn’t seen anyone at all on this isle. The whisper of the shadows caresses his ears. Silent and yet so profound, Dan hears it in the back of his mind, drowning out the sense of urgency. A dusty dryness claws at his throat. Perhaps there isn’t anyone here… for a reason.

Apprehension boils in the pit of his stomach.

His breath grows heavy with fatigued caution. Ears twitch at every little sound, muscles tense and ready to snap into action.

How did you wander off so far? The pounding in Dan’s ears ceases, only for a numb buzz to course through him and begins pummeling his throat. A sliver of a sweet, metallic taste makes itself known. It glues to the back of his throat, Dan grunts quietly in discomfort.

Dan takes a deep breath to soothe it.

Wisps of smoky red flow from his mouth. A tiny gasp catches in his throat.

The misty red hovers for a few seconds before it dissipates, leaving Dan alone with the unsettling knowledge of someone or something else on this isle. The thorny unease pierces through his body once again.

His eyes peer upwards, sharp and attentive to detail. An ominous red glow cuts through the dark, intersecting with the mysterious blue hue.

There, just several feet away from him. A dark, hulking figure with very few distinctive features to discern. Its oppressive silence weighs down around it, even on Dan to an extent. While it’s well hidden, Dan sees by its posture that it has something in its hands. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to think this is a hunter of sorts, the trophy kind. Like Skulker.

But it isn’t Skulker.

Dan doesn’t care. He starts towards the figure with clenching fists, intent on getting answers by any means possible. Persuade, threaten. Torture if needed. Is there a difference? It doesn’t matter to him.

Then, he stops abruptly in his tracks. The figure doesn’t see him, or at least, not paying Dan any mind. It’s looking up… towards the trees.

For a few seconds, a freezing downpour comes down on Dan, his core skips a beat or two, his eyes wide and unblinking. High up in the jagged canopy, you’re strung up by the arm, a thick ectoplasmic rope coils around your shoulder. Your face pinches in agony and a never-ending stream of tears.

Few seconds too long. A fresh surge of adrenaline and an accelerating pulse. Dan only remembers a blurry whirlwind; many details blot out of his memory. He was over there, and now he’s right here.

Loud, hot, heaving pants escape his mouth. His muscles throb as if they’re on fire, his fist aches with the force of striking something hard. He notes the tiny splatters of green contrasting with his glove. A tiny drop of ectoplasm drips from his hand, guiding his eyes down to the still figure below him.

Right. The hunter and-

Another cry cuts across Dan’s muse. He inhales sharply and his head cranes in your direction. With another swear under his breath, he swiftly takes off and flies up to your level.

You barely notice his presence; your only focal point is that your shoulder screams and twists itself in agony. No matter how you attempt to reposition yourself, it viciously protests with iron-hot flares of pain. Your face flush with nonstop waves of tears, you can’t help it, even as you fruitlessly try to wipe them away on your other shoulder. You snivel messily and a sob jumps out of your mouth.

You jolt in shock as a familiar, muscular arm wraps around you. Your head hangs low, though you spot a hand above you tear away the rope that strung you up in a wicked snap. Then you find yourself cradled in his arms, his core pulsing with an intensity you’ve never felt before. Shakily breathing, you attempt to console yourself by basking into the intensifying aura, likening it to a warm shield.

Dan gracefully eases back down to the ground, soundlessly so that not even dust scatters about. Even shadows draw back in light of his silent, boiling, protective rage. It fixates on you, clinging for a sense of normality Dan long ago gave up. You matter more to him than he initially realizes. You’re his, in a way.

Gently placing you on the ground, one look at your shoulder, Dan grabs a fistful of his cape and tears a chunk off with his teeth. It’s too loud for your liking. You tilt your head slightly, he carefully wraps the torn fabric around your shoulder. It stings and you whine softly. Dan only looks down at you briefly, his fingers nimbly knead and twist the ends into a tight knot.

“I told you not to wander too far, didn’t I?” Dan mutters out, his voice firm and scolding.

You hold your breath, eyeing the makeshift bandage warily. Dan leans in close to your ear, his breath soft.

“I’ll be right back.”

You nod weakly and turn away, your chest tight as your core brutally hammers it. Static numb floods your head, everything is too loud and too quiet at once. You don’t question why you hear strange cracks and crunches behind you. You’re too tired to care at this point.

Dan returns and again, he cradles you close to his chest. You curl up, a hand clenches tightly onto his shirt, your vision obscures as you hide your face in his chest. You also don’t question why he has big splotches of bright green on him, it smells weird. Perhaps it’s better if you don’t mention it.

The two of you finally leave the peculiar jungle, and the isle itself. It’s oppressive tension easing off the moment Dan takes flight. His cape billows out with such force, the isle quickly fades from your memory. The dark warmth soothing as it protectively cloaks around you.

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