#danny olsen x reader

[fromduck]

Me with you guys simping over hot men

[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.

[akanothere]

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

[fenriswine]

Pov: you punched him in the face

[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.”

[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]

Take this small scrap

[annokan]

A comic I drew a while ago but think didn't post it

[d34dg1rl5]

Dbd hc drabble

Trickster

• He is so in love - with himself. But also with you. Which is crazy.

• Once you are dating this maniac there is no backing out of it.

• There are times when he sits you down on a log and he starts to sing some of his songs (choreo included). You should feel so honored - he literally is giving you a private concert!

• Trickster hates to be touched. At least at the beginning of your relationship. As time goes on he will let you touch him. At first slight hand holding, then quick hugs, longer hugs and after quite a while he will allow kisses.

• He loves kisses everywhere, but mostly on his chest/abs. He will feel like a king that is being worshipped (he seriously thinks of himself like a king sometimes).

• He loves to kiss you on your temple or the back of your hand - like a prince with his princess.

• During trials he usually spares you. Sometimes not.

Knight

• Tarhos is a special case - if you date him you date the whole crew.

• JK! But if you guys aren't alone you will ALWAYS be accompanied by the knights of the Compagna.

• Tarhos is SO protective of you. If someone steps even a little bit too close his hand is already on the shaft of his sword. You have to reassure him that everything is alright and that no one will hurt you.

• Tarhos will always spare you in trials - he thinks of you like a damsel in distress. He kills the dangerous people around you and you will be granted the hatch.

Frank (Legion)

• Frank is just an edgy, angsty teenager, he doesn't know any better. He will be so madly in love with you once you're together with him.

• He just wants to cuddle and be with you. He needs your warmth and loves when you are the big spoon. He barely got any love throughout his life.

• If someone hurt you Frank is going absolutely feral. Who did it? Where are they? He will fucking gut them like a fish!!

• Don't be mad with him, he is trying his best for you. :(

• This boy will always give you the hatch - if he hurts you it's by accident!

Danny Johnson (Ghostface)

• This mf.

• He is in love with you. Unhealthy.

• He makes pictures of you whenever he can, you won't even notice him! He keeps his favorites in his pocket, he has to keep you close to him for good luck!

• During the trial he loves to stalk you and then tackle you in a hug. He only will let you go if you give him a kiss.

• Remove his mask? Negativ. (If you got this reference i love you). He will remove it eventually. But for that you have to earn his deepest trust and show him that it's okay.

• He is so pretty. I picture him having brown curly hair, brown eyes, a slight stubble on his chin and a scar on his lip which he got from a fight with a victim (He is proud of that scar, he loves victims who fight back).

• He just loves to quickly move his mask over his mouth and then kiss you on your face.

[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.

[dominarava]

Angel

Ghostface × Female!Reader

CW: Dub/Non-Con, Blood, Stalking, Breaking & Entering, usual fucked up GF stuff

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: The quiet guy in your discord server decides to chat you up in the general vc, and as expected, has a lot more to unpack than you ever expected.

Notes: I was lazy and just posted the ugly default AO3 link when I first posted this, so I'm coming back and making it look nicer with new and improved tags lol

This piece doesn't specify who is really behind the mask, so whoever you want is up to you~

I had fun with this and left light references to the movies, Dead By Daylight, and Mortal Kombat to honor some of my favorite appearances of him-- hopefully it doesn't ruin the immersion lol

I don't usually leave notes, but it's been a while and I've adored all the comments and kudos I've gotten in my absence, cause at the end of the day, that's what will always bring me back. I love all your support and time reading this and hopefully I have more soon to come for you all!

Thank you again so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy! 🔪💕✨️

AO3 Link

This had become the nightly habit: get off work, make dinner, chill with the lads in a Discord call until bedtime. Mindlessly playing a game, you weren't surprised by the sound of someone joining the call, however you were surprised by who it was. He was a rando that had joined a while back, was nice enough, but didn't have much to say as he relegated himself to really only short replies or emoji reactions. You could have sworn he posted a thirst trap without his face in the #selfies channel, but you weren't 100% sure. When he would join calls he would always stay muted, opting to reply in the text chat or not at all, merely listening to and enjoying just being around the good times happening. All the same, you felt it rude to not say at least a little hello. 

“Hey! How’re you doin’ tonight?” 

“Hey there~” 

The voice on the other side was low, having a bit of a flirtatious twang in the sigh of his greeting. Your heart skipped a beat, you weren't sure if he had ever spoken to you, much less anyone else in the server. And if you were being honest, he sounded kind of hot. Letting the giddy feeling ride, you tried to keep him talking since it was just the two of you. 

“Woah–” You poked cheekily, “I dunno if I've heard you say anything before.” 

“I'm more of a one-on-one kind of guy,” He offered smoothly, “But I enjoy listening to everyone having a good time.” 

“Fair–” 

The air fell dead as you wondered what to talk about next, letting him cut into the silence with a question, “So.. what's your favorite scary movie?” 

Having just finished a server horror movie night not too long ago, the question felt like a natural segway into your interests, “Hmmnn that's actually a good question– I think if we're just talkin’ horror in general my first and favorite would have to be Silence Of The Lambs. The back and forth relationship between Clarice and Dr. Lecter was probably one of the most challenging to my mind at the ripe age of twelve, since then I've loved horror that has a female protagonist that is put under pressure by the killer to make difficult choices and solve the puzzle he left for her.

“But– that's not to say pieces like Substance or Midsommer aren't incredible mentally challenging works of art to me, I love both, along with movies like The Empty Man, Smile, It Follows, The VVitch, The Void, V/H/S–”

He cut your train with a light chuckle, “I definitely want to know which you thought was better, Smile or It Follows, but I meant to ask, what’s your favorite slasher movie?” 

You gave this one a lot more consideration as your heart swelled with a damning excitement at the thought of your favorite killers, “That's such a hard choice! Of course Micheal Myers from <i>Halloween</i> is like everyone's big daddy– but I think if I had to choose it would have to be Stab! Ghostface is just a lot more fun, playful, and let's be honest– horny.” 

“Oh yeah?” He hummed, “Why's that?” 

How his tone seemed to curl at the end of his words made your chest tighten and a heat rise to your cheeks, “I mean, at the heart of it.. the voice actor responsible for his voice changer in the movie said that his tone is flirtatious, beyond that– between the fact that the first Ghostface seemed to get off on the idea of causing his object of obsession, Sidney, the most pain possible by the mocking of her mother being the town bicycle and it's even pointed to at the end of the movie that the two who were behind the Ghostface killings were the same two that brutalized Sidney's mother–” 

“Goddamn–” Nearly groaning his words as he cut you off, he cleared his throat and pressed, “Good girl~ You sure do know your stuff.” Praising you with words that melted like chocolate over your tongue, your mind tilted at his words, ‘Good girl’. 

Good girl?!

“Excu–”

“I fuckin’ love girls like you–” He went on, swearing you could hear the ache of him through the call, “Your type always knows how really appreciate us..” 

‘Us’?

Before you could get a word in, he went on, “Buuut it looks like that's my cue– I hope you're ready for some fun this evening.” Leaving the conversation with the disconnect sound chiming through your ears in silence to process what just happened. 

The sound of him leaving the call let a wash of relief run over you, only lasting for a moment as the floor creaking caught your attention with arms wrapping you in a winding embrace. Having your arms pinned at your sides, your hands flailed looking for any sort of way out. Only, the way your grip seemed to find his length caged behind his pants before skirting over to the long hunting knife strapped to his leg, making your struggle against him stop with a gasp.

“Yeah.. that's all for you Babe, whatever you need– so.. let's behave.. alright..?” The same voice that was lingering in your headset only moments ago was in high definition against your back. 

Firmly pressing his hand over your mouth, you froze as someone else joined the empty call with you, “Hey you there?” 

Your headphones loud enough for him to hear, an uneasy pause passed between you two as his hold over your lips lessened, “Yeah-” He let you breathe through his nitrile gloved fingers.

“Good, kinda glad he's gone, he's chill and all, but it kinda bugs me that he's just in here just dead-ass silent all the time. Fuckin’ weird.” 

Looking over your shoulder a bit to get any sort of a look at him, you were only met with the deep black drooping eyes framed by a gasping bone white mask. Familiarity of the visage made your heart drop into your stomach, forcing you to chew on the harsh fact that that same familiarity you knew to fear, also brought the flutter of butterflies in with it.  

A rough bump of his hips to your back-end snapped you out of your own mind and made you bark out, “Uh– Same– he is kinda weird, I've– talked to him a little bit and he just– seems like a bit of a creep..”

“Oooh shit whaddaya mean?” 

He peered over your shoulder to look at you, curious to see how you would pull this along as his other hand pushed at the elastic of your pajama bottoms, “He uh– waited for everyone to leave– and then started hella chatting me up–” 

“Are you good? It sounds like you're doing something.” 

Eyeing him, the slight nod of his head coaxed you to keep talking while his fingers made their home in exploring your heat, “Yeah I'm fine– I think I pulled a muscle and I–”

“Oh shit– sorry, one sec– groceries are here, I'll be back in a minute!”

At the sound of her disconnection he lifted you up with a near effortless toss onto the bed, wasting no time crawling on top of you to get at what little clothing was left with his blade. Watching the fabric dance away from your frame, he gripped your wrist as you tried to switch your mic off.

“Go on.. stay in that call.. let ‘em all know what a stagy little whore you are.” He pushed, lifting the hem of his hoodie above the glimmer of the silver button hiding his length behind the black denim. 

No time was wasted getting into you, making himself at home between your legs with a few rough thrusts and shivering grunts that made your mind twist. Squirming under him the grit falling off his boots into your blankets made you buck against him in frustration, earning a low sigh from him as his beat picked up. 

“Mmn if you keep fighting me.. I'll gut you like a fucking pig.” Groaning into your ear, the delicate touch of his knife teased itself between your breasts. 

Defiance sparked in you to bite back, “If we're– oh god– following the rules, you'll just do it anyway–” 

The blade pulled its edge against your skin, splitting you like a ripe peach under its cut, “True.. but the killer's favorite little slut never dies.. she's gotta make it to the sequel, the trilogy, hell! Maybe a whole fuckin’ saga..”

Suddenly ringing in your ear the sound of the bluetooth assistant chimed,

Battery Low.. Please Charge Soon.

You held your lips tight as the length of him pushed to the hilt over and over, letting the air in the call stay dead as your friend and others passed through, thinking you were away from your keyboard. 

“What’s wrong? Suddenly have nothing to say? I thought you liked the idea of being yanked around by a big man with a knife? Little different than on the big screen, ain't it Babe?” 

You could practically hear him purring behind the mask, his pace slowing to deep grind as you felt the rub of his metal pants zipper dig into your skin like a threat.

“Mmmm– remember a couple weeks back– we were all watching that scary movie– when you wouldn't shut the fuck up about how you wanted to ride that slashers cock like a carnival ride– fuck you don't know what that did to me– hearing you get all giddy about bouncing on dick after a kill– goddamn you don't have a fuckin’ clue– how bad I wanted bust through that fuckin’ window and tear you apart–” 

Gripping his palm across your eyes to pin your head to the bed, the unrelenting barrage of what came was less of a kiss and more of a hostile takeover of your senses. You couldn't tell how long you were left to his devices, using you with the excitement of a new sex doll he'd been waiting months for. The fight in you began to fade with the swipe of your tongue to his, earning the zeal of him rutting into you harder. 

“See.. I knew you'd love it..” 

Battery Low.. Please Charge Soon.

Dipping down to your chest to kiss the fresh wound that lay spilling blood around your breasts, taking in the heavy scent of your rubies like a jewel thief making his biggest heist. Slipping his free hand over your chest to the slick of your nipple made you gasp as a perfect distraction before pulling his mask back down. Adorning his usual visage now laid a smeared print of your life in blinding crimson, letting that be the first and only thing you saw as he let you have your vision back in the darkness. Against the blur of your eyes readjusting from the pressure of his weight on them, the dip of his frame dropping against yours with his hands gripping the sides of your head in a vice made you dizzy with a feral beat between your legs. Throughout his treatment you didn't feel that familiar latex rub of a barrier between you, forcing your stomach into a twist as his panting behind the mask got heavier. 

The first grace of the evening came when you finally heard the powering down beeping of your headset giving its last bit of juice before cutting out. Unbound by the fear of being heard, your voice let out a moan that vibrated the silence of the dead air room. Relaxing a little under him, he pushed your rear up, angling himself better to pump deep before running his fingers over the tacky blood joining the fresh on your chest in a macabre mess. Having the dig of his fingertips into the open wound weeping from you was a new kind of violation before he breathed out a shaken manic pleasure from the mask that captivated you. 

“Oh fuck– I'm going to smear your blood over my every  fucking pore!” The bubbling frenzy in his tone gave away his devouring bliss as it promised to swallow you whole. 

Honestly, you weren't long for the session either way as he found just the right spot to rub his tip into the soft warmth of you hugging his length and perfect grind of his mound against your bud aching to come undone. Seeing him watch you in those last moments before you went over the edge was enough to send you there as you trembled and cried out under his grip. Moaning and reaching to touch him in any way you could, you couldn't get enough of him as your body craved the closeness it needed. Expecting swift punishment for the affection, he surprised you by taking your hand in his, slowing his pace. Lacing your fingers as one, the gentle caress of his thumb to your skin had your rose colored glasses as red as they could be. Watching with a affectionately hazed gaze while he pinned you down, your skin when cold as his words dripped from his lips like sweet poison: 

“You think you're getting away that easy? I'm just gonna cum and that be that? No.. I prepared for this all day. You're not goin’ fucking anywhere.”

[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!! 🎃)

[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."

[akanothere]

After meeting at Roseville Gazette, 1993.

[fenriswine]

—Pick up your damn phone

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

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danny was sure he would never become obsessed and in love with a victim, well obsessed yes but only for a few weeks before finally going for the kill once he felt like it was right, and keeping a news clipping that jed wrote and his own photos that danny took in a box in his apartment.

that was until you, working at a hardware store he often shopped at, well stole from most of the time and bought things that wouldn’t make him look suspicious for just walking around and not buying anything.

danny had been there plenty of times without seeing you and knew you had to have been new when he passed an aisle and saw you putting back screwdrivers and nail bits that some kids had most likely taken and put somewhere else. Danny knew, the hair on the back of his neck stood up and he got goosebumps all over his arms, the feeling he got when he found the perfect victim sparked in him when he caught sight of you.  

observing you as you did your job, not paying any attention to what was around you just trying to do your job right since you were in that beginning stage of the job. Danny took in how cute you looked while focusing on the task at hand, in the red apron that was basically the only uniform required, and jeans that hugged you in the right places along with a simple grey shirt.

you looked so sweet, innocent, submissive and just him thinking this had him wondering when the last time he got laid was, danny normally didn't feel any sexual attraction to any upcoming or already victims but this time was different, the spark felt different.

something new, something different, and of course he’d have other people to mark off his mental list while he entertained this new spark. 

You sighed, putting the nail bits onto the metal rack. Roseville was a new start for you, a way to better yourself and get away from things that were tearing you down even though this place wasn't much different from where you came from, your sister begged you not to move to Roseville Florida, that there was “so much” for you in Pennsylvania which was straight bullshit because if anything that was the place that had so much shit happen to you and it wasn't anything good. You wanted to be somewhere sunny even though you weren't a big fan of heat but you would manage. you could see yourself on the beach wearing big sunglasses with a huge sun hat while wearing your favorite swimsuit, sitting on a towel with an umbrella dug into the sand to hold it while you read a book or magazine. 

That's what you thought it would be, you, unfortunately, were semi-wrong. Yes, you could go to the beach, one that was small and dirty with broken glass and needles sticking up from-  you weren't even sure if it was sand, it looked more like dirt. Of course, you moved to where the beach was ass, it was just outside of Roseville and you thought it would be great but were so disappointed when you saw it then you drove back to another shitty town, just one you didn't know so well. 

You got a small house that you could afford, it came with a backyard that led into a creepy wooded area and a loud-ass neighbor that played music around 4 am every morning which never failed to wake you up, and sometimes you could fall back to sleep but most of the time not. Once you got your phone set up your sister called nonstop, every day asking you “what's it like in Florida?” “do you like it there?” “you can always come back here” which you normally just replied with “mhm yeah it's cool” and, “ill think about it” and of course you never did. 

Luckily while you were looking at new doorknobs you saw the now hiring sign, you were broke with no job so why not apply? When you walked up to the front the manager looked tired, completely worn out, he saw you walking up and his eyes almost bulged out of his head. Once you asked for an application he basically shoved it in your hands and said there was an office in the back where you could fill it out right away. You just smiled and nodded, then he showed you to the office. 

Sitting down and filling it out was easy, you finished it in a matter of minutes, when you left the office the manager had a red apron in hand and basically snatched the papers out of your hand and looked over them quickly then you were handed the red apron and were told you were hired and you started Monday.

You liked the new job, it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be though you were put on the night shift after your training which was weird because it was the only shift that didn't have three or more people scheduled. It was just you and Aaron, he was sweet and showed you where everything was but there was one thing that he said that stuck with you. 

“I'm really surprised you accepted the night shift so easily” Aaron laughed, sliding a box cutter through the tape on a cardboard box, you both were standing around a register restocking the candy that sat on little shelves beside it. 

You smiled, “what do you mean?” you asked, bending at the waist and resting on your elbows. 

“You know, all the shit that's been happening recently” he answered with a sigh, you furrowed your brows. 

“Wait what's going on? What happened?” you asked. 

Aaron looked at you, trying to tell if you were just playing stupid but then looked around to see if anyone was around. 

“The Ghostface murders, they’ve been happening for months, don't tell me you moved here and didn't know” he whispered. So that’s why you were thrown on the night shift and were given pity looks when seeing other coworkers leaving their shift. Of course, you moved to a place where active murders were happening, not only that but it was a smallish town. 

-

You got the feeling of being watched. you took a deep breath and looked around, nothing, there was no one around. You shook your head before going back to work, it must have been from how tired you were, you had gotten maybe a few hours of sleep when you came home before your neighbor's music was blaring and your dog started barking then you tried to go back to sleep once they finally turned it off but by that time your sister had called then before you knew it was two hours before you got off the phone, then the time you had to take a nap before your shift was ruining by you needing to run to the grocery store. 

Just a few more hours left, it was already 2 am and you got off a 5 am then you could go home and to your warm comfy bed. Getting up from your crouching position and walking to the register, trying to shake the sleepiness. The way your days and nights have been turned around just starting about a week ago, you think you adjusted to it well, but now there was a new sudden nervous feeling ever since Aaron told you about Ghostface. 

It was quiet, you haven't seen anyone for hours which was not uncommon since people were afraid to come out at night and would rather wait in their “safe” homes but maybe being out and about would be people's best bet, since what you’ve read about the Ghostface was that he tended to favor in-home kills and it seemed like no matter how “safe” the home was he always got in, you read about a guy that had three dogs in his house and Ghostface still got in. it was just like any other Ghostface kill, the picture at the scene with him and the victim, but the article said that the three dogs were laying in their crates with a bone and a picture of him with each dog, only something someone with a sense of humor would do, it would slap everyone that thought they were safe with guard dogs. 

when you read the article you looked at your little pug, him laying in his bed on his back with his paws up in the air and loud snores coming from him. you know winnie was no guard dog, maybe a cute distraction but definitely not a guard dog. 

You looked around, not seeing anyone of course, then snaked your hand to the candy bars. You grabbed ahold of one and quickly brought it to you, unwrapping it and then eating the creamy chocolate. The night was going by so slowly, dealing with rude customers at the beginning of your shift made you yearn to go home but thankfully tomorrow was your day off. 

Danny was contemplating checking out or just waiting till you left, he quickly grabbed something, not even looking at what it was, he decided on checking out so he could talk to you plus he needed to move his car. 

You threw the wrapper away and listened to the music that was playing, some weird country song that you've never heard of. You stared at the door before turning your head when you hear footsteps. 

Danny walked up, putting on his greeting face and handing you the pack of small lightbulbs. You smiled and scanned it, “did you find everything you were looking for?” you asked, glancing up at him and then back to the register. Danny reached in his pocket for his wallet. 

“Yeah, yeah, took a while though, big store.” danny lied, he looked around and gestured to the aisles. You nodded with a smile, the store was huge, you still got lost in the back and around the gardening section. 

“I know right? the total is 4.79, i still get lost and I've been working for a week but i do give myself the benefit of the doubt since i just moved here” you laughed, danny studied your facial expressions, something he would write down in his little notebook in his glove box, his brain screamed about how lucky you were, getting a whole page in a notebook when normally it was a few sticky notes but a part of him scream back; yelling that this wasnt going to be like normal, not yet at least. 

Danny watched you swipe your fingertips on the balm they had beside the register before grabbing the plastic back and opening it with ease, thanks to the balm, and putting the bulbs into the grey bag. Danny handed you the money, easily able to graze your fingers without you noticing it a weird way then smiling as you handed him the bag after putting the money into the register. 

You bid him a pleasant night before getting a paper towel and wiping the balm off your hands. 

Danny made it to his car quickly, the nerves in his stomach mellowed as he already knew a perfect place to hide out, a place he already had picked out for months now. Danny tugged off the fake glasses into his passenger seat and the brown leather jacket was now tossed into the back seat then put on a black hoodie. The Ghostface attire sat neatly in a black bag underneath his passenger seat, reaching back to feel the fabric was comforting, so comforting. 

Soon after writing things down with a blue chewed-up ball point pen, his mind went to the light bulbs, a waste of fucking money since they didn't fit anything he had, the price he had to pay for acting on a whim. 

You walked out hours later, your coworker showing up a bit late but you still had a smile on your face. Danny had already scribbled down your license plate and car model, you carried a jacket and a donut that your coworker brought you. Danny turned the page. 

car handle gets stuck easily. push up and pull hard. 

Chocolate donut. Do you even like chocolate or are you just eating it to be nice? 

Looking up from his notebook and he watched you toss the rest of the donut out your window and start your car. Danny circled “just eating it to be nice” with a silent laugh. Danny tossed his notepad to the side when he noticed your car started to move. 

Following you home, a feeling that felt far too familiar for him. 

he watched your day to day life. 

wakes up around 10 am on days off 

wakes up around 5 am on work days if the neighbors dont wake her around 4 

goes in at 6 am when working mornings 

goes in at 12 am when working nights 

stays in on fridays and goes shopping on sundays

this felt normal to him, observing was something he was good at and something he knew how to do with ease, not missing a single thing. something was weird though, he would constantly get the feeling of being watched and hearing voices, whispers about that it was almost time, time for what? it made him beyond confused and at first he thought it was you somehow sneaking into his subconscious, manifesting that “jed” would be your prince in shining armor in this shit town but as it went on he knew it was something else, it talked in words, only using one or two words at a time. 

fog 

almost time

feasting 

fear

violence 

eternity 

you pick

danny started to think he was going crazy, he tried to piece it together but nothing made sense. 

-

“come here a lot don’t you?” you quipped, sneaking up on jed. 

danny turned his head, he smiled at you. he wouldn’t come as often if it wasn’t for you, he didn’t really want to spend his free time in a hardware store but he needed to watch you more. 

he laughed softly, “yeah, gotta have little projects to do when you're in a shitty small town” he lied straight through his teeth, he didn’t have time for projects not when he had his hobby. 

”i'm starting to realize that” you sighed. jed nodded, he was about to say something but you cut off his thoughts. 

“the only the thing around here is true crime and coffee shops” you groaned and tilted your head. 

“alright now, dont hate on the coffee shops, I need them to survive for my job, i like being able to switch it up sometimes” danny lied, he hated it. he had given jed a coffee order different than his own, making jed his own person meant something to him. jed made it known he only liked sweet coffee, any coffee he got he would dump out and wait till he could get his hands on just some black coffee. 

“i haven't even been in one of them, they seem expensive” you said bashfully. jed nodded and agree, he had learned that when he first moved here and kept the cup with the order tag on and rinsed it out and kept it to bring to work then would hide it in his desk and get his mug he actually drank out of and put coffee in it. the only time he actually bought it now was when he was with another coworker and had to try to get the coffee down his throat while looking like he liked it. 

“expensive but worth it, I'd recommend it if you really like coffee but if you don't there is a nice little place down the road that has amazing tea that's very affordable,” he said with a smile

your eyes lit up, you liked tea, he knew that but why the fuck was he giving you genuine advice? he didn’t care if you knew where to get good tea, honestly it would just be a change in your routine for him. 

“thank you i'll have to check that out after work, god, i- should get back to work” you mumble, you checked your watch then looked over at the cash register. 

people were lined up waiting.

”sorry for getting you distracted” jed apologized, danny wanted to smirk. 

“don't apologize, guess its my fault for wanting to make friends- not many people are friendly around here” you said mindlessly. 

jed laughed and nodded, agreeing once more. 

“they like to keep to themselves, especially since the ghostface murders” he said trying to see your reaction, you furrowed your brows and nodded, maybe you wished ghostface never existed. 

jed nudged you, “better get up there, they look like they'll attack the next person that walks by if they wait any longer” he jokes which made you laugh but also caused a pit in your stomach knowing you'd be chewed out for taking so long. 

-

days passed and you hadn’t seen jed around at all, even going into one of the coffee shops after work. you felt a little stupid, you thought you two could’ve been friends. 

you were about to get off your shift, it was incredibly slow. 

aaron came an relieved you and basically shoved you out the door, saying you work too much. you had taken off the next day since you needed to get ready for your sister coming over. 

danny watched you basically be pushed out the door, he had been observing…on his days off. he put his car into gear and got ready to follow you. 

he never felt like this, he knew something was wrong when late at night while tangled in his sheets and when his hand slowly sneaks into his boxers all he thought about was you. something was wrong. 

-

“God, Winnie shut up” you muttered, Winnie's barking never eased, he stood at the backdoor, barking harshly. You groaned loudly as you tossed the magazine you were looking at onto the space beside you. You got up as annoyance took over you, grabbing your robe and putting it on quickly. 

“M’coming m’coming, damn” you groaned as the barking continued. Slipping on your shoes and stomping to the back door. 

Winnie ran as soon as you opened the back door, you walked out onto the porch as Winnie ran to the line of trees and just stood there. It was a lot foggier than you remember, it hadn't been too long since you let Winnie out to pee, how did it get so foggy so fast? Winnie’s barking had stopped and now you could hear a soft whine as he just sat there looking out into the forest. 

“Winnie baby cmon, come back inside” you called out, he didn’t listen, not one bit. You called his name a few more times before seeing fog roll in from the forest, what the fuck?

You walked off the porch and Winnie finally turned and ran towards the house, whimpering and whining, you looked back as Winnie stood on the porch. Turning your attention towards the fog as it crept closer and closer. 

It felt impossible to move as the fog started to engulf you, your breathing quickened as you started to panic. It felt like quicksand, your chest was tight as it made its way up. Your vision started to fade and your hearing muffled. 

ghostface watched as the whole thing unfolded, the voice telling him to follow and that he had chosen. he came out from where he was hiding, danny turned to look at winnie whining by the door. 

a sigh came from him as he walked to the door, and opened it. 

he filled a few bowls with water and refilled his food bowl. danny knew your sister was coming to visit in three days so winnie should be fine. 

danny wrote a letter and stuck it on the counter, a simple ‘please look after winnie ill be gone for a few days- love, y/n’

danny walked out the backdoor. the fog was heavy, inviting to say the least, it made danny feel good. he stretched his neck before walking towards it, it called out to him beckoning him to come.

-

Your back ached as you became aware of the hardness of the ground, a breeze hit you, a breeze you hadn't felt in a long time since moving to Roseville, even during the winter months. Your eyes fluttered open then your stomach dropped. 

Where the fuck were you? You could hear faint voices, you sat up on your elbows and looked around, there were people sitting around a campfire then woods all around you. 

the throbbing in your head was more noticeable now, looking away from the people and down to your clothes. you were still in your pajamas, red and black plaid pajama bottoms, and a black spaghetti strap along with your thin black robe and moccasins. 

You swallowed thickly, noticing the bag that was beside you. You stood up slowly, taking your time to get up as your bones cracked from being in the position on the ground for so long. You looked back at the people gathered around the campfire, there were tents not too far from them. 

Picking up the bag and starting to walk toward them, your mind scrambled and your eyes felt like they would never stop tearing up. 

It wasn't long before someone spotted you, a reddish brunette came running to you, meeting you halfway to the fire.

“Where am i?” you muttered, looking at her as she took the bag off your shoulder, her look softened and gave a comforting rub on your shoulder. 

“We’ll explain the best we can,” she said, her tone sad and body tensing in a way that made her look nervous. She sighed as she fixed your bag on her shoulder, then moved her head towards the fire and her hand moved to your upper back. 

“I’m meg, what's your name?” she asked, walking you to the fire. 

“y/n” you mumbled, looking around, studying the place. You could now see a gate, your hopes rising. 

“I wouldn't get your hopes up, we can only come through it after a trial–if we're lucky enough to get to the gate, we can't leave through it.” meg sighed sadly, seeing the hope drain from you as you two continued to walk. 

Soon you were greeted by others.

-

Your hearing went muffled again, just like when you were taken by the fog, your heart started to speed up, and your vision when black. When your vision came back you were with three others, Dwight, Meg, and Leon. you looked up and there was a countdown, you all had a minute till what you understood as a trial. You watched as Leon dug into his pocket and pulled out something, you walked closer to him trying to see what it was. 

“What’s that?” you asked, he looked at you and then back at it, meg tossed hers into the fire which made it flicker and go higher. 

“An offering, we get these whenever the entity decides, whether we’ve pleased her or not but sometimes she feels generous and gives rare ones or gives us new things like medkits or toolboxes, or maybe even flashlights or keys, it's all up to her,” Leon said, you tried to understand but it's not like it makes any sense so it kind of went through one ear and out the other. 

Dwight threw in his offering, it looked like an envelope with a yellow-gold coloring, Leon let you look at his before he tossed it, it looked like flowers. You felt bad for not having an offering to put in but Meg told you not to worry about it. Leon carried a toolbox in one hand and Meg and Dwight had medkits which left you out once again. 

“If it’s the doctor I'm literally hiding in a locker the whole time, hate being more paranoid than I already am” Meg groaned, Leon laughed.

“It’s most definitely huntress, she's been the entity’s favorite recently. You know what, if I'm right you have to give me your medkit next time we're in a trial together” Leon said, sticking his hand out so they could shake on it. Meg smirked and shook his hand hard. 

A loud noise made you cover your ears and you realized it was time, your vision started to fade. 

You could hear crows and the sound of a machine, trees came into sight. You followed the sound of what you were pretty sure was a generator from what the others told you, you had no idea what you were doing, they told you it would make a loud noise if you messed up. 

“Oh there you are, I was hoping we were close to each other” Meg whispered, coming to you and crouching by the generator, she waved her hand, telling you to come closer. 

“I’ll show you, come here,” she said, you got on the ground and watched her open things and put things together, putting wires in the right spot and so on. You tried to remember and noticed how the things on top would get faster and eventually all be moving up and down constantly. 

After Meg showed you and finished the generator you two parted ways, you timidly walked around trying to hide within the trees. Your brows furrowed, and you could hear a lullaby and it kept getting louder, you crouched behind a tree and tried to peer around it. 

Dwight's scream made you jump, you could see a tall women pick him up and toss him over her shoulder. You dashed to these brick structures that were somewhat close to you. The huntress had seen you and thrown one of her hatchets your way, it grazed your leg, cutting your thigh then landed on the ground. 

A hand clamped over your mouth right when you were about to scream in pain, tears pricked your eyes as Leon repeated in your ear for you not to scream. He dragged you back, to a different brick wall and helped you sit on the ground then got in front of you. His hand still covered your mouth, “she's gonna go hook him then she’ll probably come back over there to look for you, you need to keep quiet so she won't hear us, okay?” lean asked, you nodded trying the best you could as he slowly took his hand from your mouth and put them on your thigh. 

 Your back leaned against the bricks, the coldness seeping through your robe and shirt, Leon looked at your leg then looked at you.

“Here i’ll show you something, i call it bite the bullet, i take some cloth from my clothes-” he said, ripping your pants, gathering a good amount and folding it,  “- then i put it in my mouth-” he continued, bringing the shredded pieces of your pjs to your mouth. “- like that, just like that, then bite down on it to help you stay quiet while you get healed up, it helps if you pretend it doesn’t hurt, fake it till you make it you know?” Leon finished. he looked at you taking in the information, this felt intimate. his hands were back on your thigh, adding pressure to the wound and you could feel his thumb gently rubbing your skin. 

You nodded again, biting down on it for your life. Leon moved one hand to open the medkit that was next to him. 

“Dwight and I switched,” he said, you guessed he noticed how you were looking at him, you hummed. He took out some things that you really couldn't care about at the moment. You grunted when he poured the alcohol over your wound.

“Shh, shh. You’re doing so good, just stay quiet” he said, cleaning your wound as tears fell down your cheek. Everytime his hands would touch your thigh it felt like fire, you tried not to move your leg. 

“Almost done” Leon whispered, looking up at you and nodded a bit with worry on his face, he wrapped your thigh in a bandage. You felt better, your leg still hurt but not as bad as before. Leon tugged the cloth out of your mouth and tucked it into your pocket. 

“I know it feels weird, healing is not like how it is normally, sick sense of humor she has.” he said. She. she as in the sick fuck that took you here. 

“Just use that when you get hurt, it helps keep everyone alive. You did great.” he said, getting up and then helping you up. You thanked him. He smiled a bit at you. 

“What about dwight? You said he was hooked?” you asked, following him to a half-done generator that was close by. He got on his knees and started fixing it and you followed his actions. 

“He’s off-hook now and mag healed him up already” Leon responded. He looked focused and like he didn't want to be bothered while he did this. 

“How do you know?” you asked, trying to get one last question out before you shut up. 

“When you’re here, you can just sense things, you’ll understand once you get used to it” he whispered, he pulled bits from the generator and sat them down next to him. You furrowed your brows but decided to keep quiet. 

The generator roared once you two finished it, Leon gathered the bits and pieces that he took from the gen and stood up. “I’ll teach you how to make a flashbang one day but for now there's a gen over there-” he pointed to a flashing light “- I’ll get her over here while you do it” he finished. 

“Okay,” you said, a loud noise made Leon's eyes light up. He smiled. 

“Perfect, we only need one more gen before the gates turn on, you got some severe beginner's luck” he laughed softly then nodded his head towards the gen he told you to do. 

you stuck your hands into the gen, you were almost shaking, touching and connecting wires carefully but quickly. you heard meg scream, she was down then thrown over huntress’ shoulder. you almost wanted to cry, why did you get dragged to hell? was it something you did? you asked yourself over and over. 

now you pulled levers and cranked things, a feeling of knowing that meg was now safe but not healed washed over you, it was subtle and you guessed this was what leon was talking about. 

the gen roared to life, the light on top staying on and not blinking like it had been. Another feeling washed over you, meg was healed now. 

you saw dwight out the corner of your eye, he was pulling a lever and it came to you that, that was the gate leon was talking about. 

you snuck towards him, hearing the huntress' grunts and noises from the right of you. 

you looked over and saw leon throw something down as meg ran quickly to the gate that just had opened. a flash happened, a big bright flash that stunned her. So that was a flashbang? leon ran behind meg and spotted you, he motioned for you to come on and looked behind him. 

you ran to him, dwight had already gone through the gate and meg waited by the border of freedom and death. 

the huntress drew her hatches up, ready to throw it once she deemed fit. 

leon took your hand, making you run faster. you heard the hatchet being thrown. 

it landed right into your calf, you screamed but you still ran or was being dragged by leon which made you keep running but you couldn’t remember, it happened so fast, you looked behind you after you both crossed the path where the huntress could not hurt you anymore. 

she stood there, watching through her mask, the grip on her hatchet was terrifying. your leg still bleed but you couldn't care at this moment, leon's hand in yours, chest burning. 

you two caught up with meg and dwight, catching your breath as you sat down in the grass, waiting to be sent back to the camp.  

days or months, maybe even years passed after that first trial and now you had the hang of it for the most part, you still felt new and like you were dragging down the team but you had found some of your own things to help you. leon had showed you how to make a flashbang and elodie taught you how to open lockers and trick the killer into thinking you were inside of it. 

jake had taken a liking to you, showing you knew things and how to not make the crows fly away when walking by them, he was sweet and welcoming. It was nice to talk to someone while kate would play her guitar, it felt like a camping trip if you really wanted to pretend you weren’t stuck here for who knows how long. 

trials came and went, you were required to do 3 a day, if days were something you could even keep track of. you had gotten new clothes, medkits, toolboxes, flashlights and offerings as well as things to help with what you could bring into a trail. you had been to many of the realms and midwich was the one you hated the most. 

jake was with you in this trail, he stuck by you for most of the time. 

you grunted as you connected wires and pulled levers, haddinfeild was somewhere you left a little comfortable, the houses made you feel like this could all be a dream and you were actually just having a nightmare and would hopefully wake up in your bed. 

“do you know who it is yet?” jake asked as he helped fix the gen. 

“i haven’t heard any chainsaws or seen any tvs yet so i dont think is any of them, maybe michael or wraith?” 

“smart girl, you’re picking up quickly”

you smiled, you got a weird feeling of being watched. you scratched the back of your neck and looked around. 

“well i guess ill see you at the gate if we make it?” you said, about to turn and go into a new direction. 

jake threw his arm around your shoulder. “how about you stick with me this trial, i wanna keep a close eye on you, i noticed you haven’t been escaping recently” he said, directing you to a generator. 

jake was cute and nice, you liked to be around him. 

“you know what a hatch is right?” he asked as he started on the gen. 

“yeah, zarina explained it a few trials ago… we had spirit and i was the first to go, didn’t even have a chance to see it” you sighed. 

“dont worry, you’ll get it one day. it feels good…getting the hatch, you feel like you’re resting and everything feels like it was just a dream until you get to the campfire again, but listen-“ jake says, stopping what he was doing and looking at you. 

you nodded to show you were listening. 

“-sometimes and i mean sometimes, a killer might let you get it, i begged and begged the trapper to let me go and he just looked confused and watched me get the hatch” he whispered, like it was a secret. 

jake pulled you closer, “lets keep this quiet, im only telling you because im fond of you” he whispered again. you nodded as you looked at him.

you looked behind you, you saw something white move behind a rock. you furrowed your brows. the feeling of being watched came back. 

jake was looking to but seemed to not be bothered. 

“you don’t feel strange right now?” you asked. 

“no, not more than the usual” he responded as he put wires together. 

“no, no something is wrong” you said shaking your head. 

“cmon you’re being a scaredy cat” jake joked and put his hand on your arm to soothe you. 

you looked over again and screamed. you fell back on your ass as jake grabbed you and tried to stand. 

ghostface was running at you two. you felt weak, like how you felt when the shape was stalking you but this was worse, maybe it was because you knew him and now you wondered if this is what lorie felt. jake let go of you and started to run.  

you got up finally and tried to run but ghostface caught you, his knife going into your shoulder, making you go down. 

ghostface huffed, cleaning your blood off his knife. 

“i knew you looked familiar, fate must have brought us together huh?” he said with a cocky laugh. he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. 

he had been through a few trials and hadn’t seen you, he started to lose hope and think the whole “you pick” thing was bullshit and the woman upstairs cheaped him out and depicted him but now he was grateful. 

you hadn’t gotten new clothes yet unlike him he now had a few new pieces but he liked your pj, the way your robe was splayed out before he had picked you up. 

he wanted to chat but had made a deal with her, he was sacrificing everyone. 

the hook pierced your shoulder as you screamed, your mind ran with thoughts. 

jake slid you off the hook as quickly as he could then lead you to a safe location. 

“he’s new i think, probably came around the same time as you- ace was telling me about him, he likes to take pictures” jake said. you nodded, you knew that, you had read it in the paper plenty of times. 

“i-i- i know him” you whispered as jake healed you and told you how good you were doing. 

“you do?” he asked. 

you nodded, sharp pain coming from your back. “florida, he was in the paper non-stop,” you grunted. 

you stayed with jake until you got to a new gen, jane was just unhooked by jill and started on a gen. 

the trial was brutal, you died on hook last, just watching him stare at you.

-

the group asked for details once they learned ghostface was your killer, you had nothing to tell them other than what you had read in the papers. 

you and jake started to get a lot more close, he never let you stray too far and would always make sure he would get you off the hook. 

detective tapp, you, jake and ada all stood together, jake had brought the escape cake and all of you got a slice, you had taken two bites before being taken by the fog. 

when you came to you weren’t by anyone, you started to walk, trying to be quiet in the snow. 

it was so bright and cold, you hurried to a gen god you were so ready to get out of here. 

you could see your breath and your hands hurt from the cold, tapp came behind you. 

“you good here?” he whispered, you nodded. 

“yeah i'm almost finished, i was about to go into the building and start the gen afterward if you wanna get ahead start” you suggested, tapp smiled, he loved when people could hold their own and work together. 

”good idea, i'll see you there” he said his goodbyes before leaving. 

you finished the gen about 1 minute after tap left, you stood up and bumped into something. you were about to turn around before a gloved hand clamped over your mouth. 

your hands went to his as you screamed into his glove. 

he shushed you, his warm breath by your ear. 

“calm down, calm down. i just want to talk” he whispered. 

you tried to slow your breathing. 

“good girl, i just wanted to check on you. see how you liked it here, you know, it beats roseville by a mile, never see this type of weather in florida…well maybe in pennsylvania you do” he chuckled. you tried to pull his hand from your mouth. 

you mumbled against his hand and he hummed, moving his hand down slightly. 

“what’d you say princess?” ghostface asks, his grip tight on your chin. 

“fuck you” you spat. 

“how cliche” he laughed, “you know what i like about you? no matter how long you’ve been here, you still seem like your old self” he added. 

“like you would know anything about that” you gritted your teeth, and tried to move. 

ghostface laughs, “trust me, doll, i know a lot more than you think.” 

he notices it, the way you sit on a log at the campfire like you would on your couch, the way you ate the icing first then the actual cake, the way you fixed your hair; he could go on and on. 

ghostface dropped his grip on you, letting you run away. 

your mind went crazy, ghostface was stalking you before this, way before this, you thought it wouldn’t happen to you. 

the gen in the building was already finished, tapp hid in a locker nearby before he knew it was you. 

“y/n where the hell were you?” he huffed, stepping out of the locker. 

“i ran ghostface, thought it would be more helpful than to just lead him here” you lied through your teeth. 

tapp patted your arm, “good job” he praised and took a look around. 

the rest of the trial was like usual, no more talking ghostface, just slash and hook. 

once you all were back at the campfire you sat down, jake sat down next to you. 

“im sorry i couldn’t find you” he said with a small pout.

”no worries, it wasn’t that bad, i had tapp with me” you reassured him. 

-

you hadn’t seen ghostface in awhile, trials came and went, you had gotten lucky a few times and got hatch then got moried for the first time by the artist. 

you had a recent trial with pyramid head which was entertaining, you and yun-jin joked about how big the sword was, which maybe wasnt a good idea since soon after you both died pretty quickly. 

you had gotten a new outfit, it was laid on your sleeping bag in your tent, neatly folded. a grey shirt and simple leggings, it was an outfit you wore to work just missing your apron. you changed, it was nice to have a new outfit and when you left your tent you seen that kate and feng had new outfits too.

soon your vision went out again. leon, nancy and steve were beside you, steve and nancy talking about how much she missed her little brother. you missed your sister but holy fuck you missed your dog so much. you hoped your sister had taken him. 

once you came to your heart almost stopped. you thought this was all a dream until you saw lights to a gen in the distance. tears swelled into your eyes as you looked around. 

it was the hardware store you worked at, you looked by the register and saw the newspaper, you picked it up and saw a sketch of ghostface on the left of the page then a huge article. 

“look familiar doll?” a voice speaks out, you whip around to be faced with ghostface sitting on the table that held all the new flyers to be put out for new sales. 

you ignored him and went back to the newspaper.

ghostface huffed, “and i thought we weren’t loved enough to get our own place” he laughed. 

you scoffed. 

danny wanted a reaction, he wanted you to talk back or just talk at all even. 

“we met here” 

you tensed, taking a deep breath. 

“we met at my work?” you asked softly and turned to face him. ghostface nodded. 

“plenty of times doll, even met some of your friends…jed i think his name was” he added, smirking under his mask. your ears perked up. 

“you knew jed?” you asked and put the paper back. 

“of course, he was a bitch- a real pushover” danny snickered. He watched your reaction. 

you huffed and tried to walk away, digging your nails into your hand. 

“hey i wasn’t done talking to you doll face” he called after you, getting down from the table. he liked watching you get all mad, just the tiniest of reactions made him feel good. 

“are you just gonna follow me the whole time or are you gonna do what you always do?” you asked, you looked around to see if anyone was around as you came up on the gen. 

“i have time to spare, all we have is time” danny quipped. you wanted to hit him, just sock him in his face under the mask. 

you got down and started working on the gen, you were tense and didn’t wanna blow it up. your mind wandered off, thinking about home and how if you had stayed in PA this wouldn’t have happened. 

“worried about winnie?” he asked. his voice was slick, he knew this would get something out of you, “your sister?” he added. 

you didn’t know if the entity would let you or a big knife would just go through your hand instantly. 

you swung up, punching him right in his mouth, his teeth cutting the inside of his lip and blood seeped out, your hand hurt, knuckles throbbing. you huffed and held your hands. 

danny groaned as he recovered, his tongue swiping over the gash, tasting his blood. He thought he was completely in power here, that you could only be hurt. 

“i liked that. hit me again” 

ghostface’s voice cracked. he took deep breaths and looked at you. he pressed his lips together to feel a bit more. deep down he hoped you would. 

you shoved him hard once you heard the gates go off, you sprinted to the gates seeing nancy at the gate watching you run. ghostface ran after you, you could hear how close he was behind you, he got one good gash across your back before you ran out of the gate. you didn’t look back. 

-

the trial with him was tense, you had become pretty good at hiding, as if you weren’t taking notes from him. 

you knew he was looking for you, you knew if you gave him a reaction it would fuel him more, 

you held your breath, you had never been so close to him while he didn’t know. you hid behind a wall and watched him stalk one of your friends and before you knew it he shot up quickly and started sprinting at them. you let out a deep breath and closed your eyes. 

once you opened them a glint caught your eyes, something on the ground. 

you looked around, making sure it was safe before you crawled over. 

it was a wallet. 

you opened it carefully, scared it was some type of trick. you pulled out a driver's license

jed fucking olsen. your stomach sank. 

that was who ghostface is, you looked further into his wallet and found another driver’s license. you had to get the moon in the right spot so you could see. 

danny johnson.

you bit your cheek and put the two licenses into the wallet then shoved it into your pocket.  you wanted to tell him you knew, right then and there but you needed to do something. you knew he didn’t like to share and you are going to use that to your advantage. 

you hoped and prayed that you would be able to take it out of the trial with you, you did everything in your power to either find the hatch or make it out the gate. 

once you arrived back to the campfire you checked your pockets, you smiled when you pulled out the wallet, she did have a sick sense of humor and you think this would amuse her. 

for the first time ever you thanked the entity. 

trial after trial you tried your hardest to survive and even leon had complimented you on it. 

you had gotten a new outfit once again, an outfit you had wore in the summer, a white tank top and a jean skirt, sneakers. 

you sat on the gen, jake settled between your legs, your hands touching on him under his shirt. 

you knew danny was the killer, you had seen him when he hooked david, you didn’t save anyone this trial since you had other things to do. Soon enough it was just you, Danny and jake. you moved your foot and kicked down a lever and the gen roared, the lights turning on, blinding you for a second. 

Jake could feel it, being watched was never an easy thing to shake. He opened his eyes and looked to the side, he looked at ghostface standing there, breathing heavily. Jake pulled from your kiss and ran, he tried to take your hand but you let it slip out of his grip. 

Danny walked closer to you, he wasn’t one to share. you stared at him, your hand going into your back pocket and pulling out his wallet. 

“You know, we're not the only ones that can drop things,” you said and threw it at him. He caught it of course, which made you sigh. 

Danny laughs quietly, looking up at the entity. she was watching, like always. betrayed by her, or maybe she wanted to add some of her own touches. He tried not to be mad at her, his own plans now out of the picture. 

he got closer to you, “does it make you upset” he asked, his gloved hand lightly grazing your skin. “That I brought you here, I picked you. I'm her favorite.” 

Your eye twitched. You hated him. 

“I made sure your dog was taken care of,” he said softly. His hand gripping your thigh wanting a reaction out of you. Your hand went to his mask, lifting it up, Danny was about to reach for it but you already knew what he looked like. 

You toss his mask to the ground, Danny's hair fell messily and his eyes adjusted to the light. You took in his appearance, the tension was thick as he inched closer to you. You wanted revenge. 

Danny’s lips pressed against your neck, your fingers tangled in his hair. You feel his tongue on your skin then soon his teeth. Danny’s hand inched closer to your cunt, his other held you in place. 

He had dreamed of this, while waiting to be picked, she had generously gave him his own a replica of his own apartment. He would lay in bed, drifting in and out sometimes thinking he was really back in roseville. He was never really into sex, wanting to get off and get going, but you, he wanted to take his time and enjoy it, maybe even make it romantic. 

His cock was tightly contained in his pants. What is wrong with him, there was part of him that resented you. His mouth went lower, now on your chest, his hand now massaging one of your tits. 

You started to guide his head lower, he looked up at you, his eyelashes batting at you as he got onto his knees. 

Danny pushed your skirt up and panties to the side, he never ate pussy before, his tongue met your cunt, he tried to be soft. Making out with your cunt, your hand stayed in his hair, tugging a bit. Pleasure was starting to build. His tongue landed on your clit and your thighs tightened around his head. Danny was an observer, he picked up on everything. 

He licked at your clit again, he could hear you making noise which pushed him more. You were surprised you could even feel pleasure in his hell hole. 

Soon danny started sucking on your clit, his fingers had moved to your hole, his middle finger inside of you then it was his middle and ring finger stretching you out. You could hear him breathing heavily and softly moaning against your cunt. You looked up at the sky. 

“Right there” you moaned, he kept his pace and what he was doing. You stared up at the sky, a small tear coming to your eye and coming down your face. 

Your orgasm washed through you, his fingers moving faster and his eyes squeezed shut. You rode it out as your thighs shook. You pushed his face away from your cunt once it was overstimulating. 

Danny’s face was flushed, he removed his fingers and came up, his lips on yours now. He pulled you off the generator and you both made you way to the ground harshly. Danny was on top of you, his hand going to your neck. 

He was trying to take control, you used all your strength and flipped you two over. You straddled him. He laid back, looking at you, admiring you. 

You moved down a bit and unbuckled his pants, his cock sprung out once the fabric moved. He was painfully hard. You spit in your hand and stroked him, danny trembled at your touch, it was humiliating. He was wanting you to return the favor but he knew you probably had too much pride. 

You hovered over him, his hands softly touched your thigh. You sank down onto him. He was big, your mouth fell open. Danny’s head went back, you felt amazing. He was grateful you didnt start moving, he would've busted instantly. He tried to regain his breathing. 

Danny grabbed your waist, he was begging with his eyes. You narrowed your eyes at him and came off his cock a bit then going back down, moving your hips in a rhythm. Your shirt was dirty, his hands going to the collar of your shirt and ripping it. You started to move faster. Danny started to squirm, he was moaning and grabbing at your exposed skin. 

You could feel his knife hitting your leg, you knew what you wanted to do. 

“y/n” 

It came out as a cracked moan. 

“Danny” you responded, you rode him faster, hand going to his throat. 

“Do you forgive me?” he asked, a smirk on his face. Your eyebrows furrowed and you squeezed his neck. 

“No” 

Danny bit his lip there was a part of him that wished you did but another that loved that you didn’t, he knew not to think about it too much, he had always been sick and twisted. He started muttering curse words as he got close. His head was reeling, he looked at you, you were beautiful. 

He was so close, you watched his face as his cock twitched in you, danny let out a loud groan as he started to cum. You reached behind you and grab his knife. He opened his eyes as you left go of his throat and pushed one of his hands to the ground, you sank the knife down into his palm and the dirt. 

He groaned and clenched his teeth together. You got off his cock and his cum dripped out of you and onto his clothes, you moved your panties and stood up, looking down on him. His cock was still dripping. 

You fixed your skirt, danny stared at you, the pain in his palm was rough but he knew you were too pussy to stab him anywhere else. You breathed heavily, lifting your foot and stomping on the knife one good time. Danny pushed his lips together and squeezed his eyes shut. 

Once danny opened his eyes again, you gathered the spit into your mouth. You spit in his face, watching him react to you. He breathed heavily. “Fuck you” you whispered and turned away from him, running off into the distance. Horns blared, jake had finished the last gen. Danny stared up at the sky.