#dbd the artist smut

[sleepingdeath-light]

various killers vs no nut november hcs ; 18+

requested by ; disney anon (event)

fandom(s) ; dead by daylight

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; adiris / the plague, albert wesker / the mastermind, amanda young / the pig, anna / the huntress, carmina mora / the artist, ji-woon hak / the trickster, sally smithson / the nurse

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, various characters failing the ‘no nut november’ challenge

note ; first time writing for a lot of the characters on this post so the characterisation may be a smidge shaky…

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

adiris / the plague

adiris would find this ‘challenge’ to be incredibly easy — practically child’s play — and as such is pretty much guarenteed to make it through the whole month without issue

partly because of her naturally quite low sex drive and partly because she barely has the time to tend to her own needs anyway so nnn isn’t something that will impact her daily routine all that much anyway so it’s all too easy for her to just… do it

she focuses on her prayers and rituals and the trials, throws herself into her worship and into taking care of you, and the challenge itself (and all thoughts of sex and orgasming in general) slips from her mind entirely

there are more important things at hand than her personal pleasure, after all, so it becomes almost second nature for her to ignore those urges

she also, in her own way, tries to help you make it through the month by encouraging you to distract yourself with other tasks — e.g. helping her with her religious rituals, teaching you her native language between trials, doing housekeeping around your place of residence in the realms, fetching back things from the trails to help distract you (like a book she thinks may interest you or some device for you to try and fix), etc.

and if you do happen to lose nnn, adiris won’t hold it against you or tease you for it — hell, she’ll probably show her support for you lasting as long as you could before encouraging you to try and hold out for the rest of november just to test your own resilience

… she’s not gonna break with you, though, she’s very good at sticking with things once she’s set her mind to it

albert wesker / the mastermind

has coincidentally ‘won’ nnn in the past when he’s been super caught up in his research and experiments, has also ‘lost’ nnn a lot before then because he doesn’t give a shit about the challenge and sees it as kinda pathetic — like he can do it, but why would he ignore his own needs for something so stupid? it all seems below him, honestly

won’t participate if asked, but won’t stop you from participating in the challenge if you’re determined to do so — that being said he will not make it easy for you by any stretch of the imagination

like he’ll respect that you don’t want to fuck and you don’t want him to make you cum (he’s an asshole, sure, but even he can offer that bare minimum level of respect to his partner), but he’s also the type to remind you that you don’t need to cum in order to get him off and will encourage you to help him out throughout the month

thigh fucking, deep throating, cock warming (in your throat or inside of you if he’s really mean/you’re really desperate to feel him like that), hand jobs, and so on — hell, he’s even open to using you like a glorified cock sleeve and just edging you until he’s had his fill if you’ll let him

as long as he gets to let out all his pent up frustration, albert couldn’t give less of a shit whether you cum or not — and, sadist that he is, he’s also very good at keeping you from cumming so there’s no need to worry about losing the challenge with him

… at least until you lose your composure and beg him to fuck you stupid, because nobody could last very long when faced with all of the mastermind’s attention

amanda young / the pig

whether amanda succeeds or fails nnn is entirely down to how you approach the challenge as her partner — more specifically it depends on how you propose the idea of participating to her, whether you’re participating with her or not, and what you offer her as a reward for lasting the whole month

if you frame it as a challenge to prove her resilience, or as an unorthodox attempt to try and improve her performance and focus during the entity’s trials, then she’s going to be all for participating and will most likely succeed due to her dedication to the cause

if you participate alongside her then she has more motivation to see nnn through to the end because she has to prove herself to you — you’re the most important person in her life now, the only one worth saving, so she can’t let you down

and if you offer a particularly tantalising prize, like offering her full reign in the bedroom and to shower her in well-earned praise for her success, then she’s going to be much more determined to push through her temptation to remain celibate for the full thirty days — yes, even if you do your best to try and break her (amanda is nothing if not praise oriented)

that’s not to say that it’s downright impossible to get her to fail, but it will be incredibly difficult to get her to give up on her goal — especially if you went hard on the whole prize thing before she started

like if you are persistent enough (read: are enough of an attractive and horny nuisance) then she will break eventually, but she’s not going to make it easy to get her back in your bed if she’s set her mind to completing the challenge you set for her — once it’s over, however, rest assured you won’t be leaving your bed until it’s december second and you’re absolutely covered in hickeys

anna / the huntress

if you ask anna to participate in nnn with you then she will, but otherwise she has no knowledge of the challenge and thus no real reason to participate (or even to want to participate) — then again you could argue that before meeting you that she was playing the game every year and winning because of her celibacy and that she’s almost guaranteed to succeed this time around too because she’s very used to not getting off and prioritising other things over that (namely survival because… duh)

and, naturally, if left to her own devices she’ll have a very easy time of it and will probably forget about the challenge altogether as she turns her attention towards hunting the participants and keeping you safe

but there is way to make her lose if you really want to do so

as mentioned previously, the second she gets sent into a new trial all ideas about the nnn challenge go straight out of her head, so if you catch her after she returns home and offer to help her celebrate her success with some sex/oral/whatever then she’s going to be too caught up in her adrenaline high to even begin to give a shit about nnn

(not that she even cares about losing once she realises, but anyway…)

so, yeah, while on her own huntress is pretty much guaranteed to succeed because of how little she cares for the challenge — but that lack of care is also the very thing that makes it so easy for you to trip her up

carmina moris / the artist

was already vaguely aware of nnn as a concept before she was taken by the entity, but never really saw any point in partaking since there were more important things in life for her to worry about over a random challenge — and, likewise, would only end up participating nowadays solely because you decided to partake and she isn’t really a big fan of masturbation

meaning that if you last the whole month then she’ll ‘win’ nnn with you, but she’s also not going to be too bothered if you crack earlier on because, again, she isn’t the one that chose to participate in the challenge

carmina isn’t the type of partner who will try and make you fail — in fact she’ll offer you bits of encouragement here and there if winning nnn is important to you and she notices you struggling — but she will start to get a bit noticeably antsy towards the end of the month because, well, she misses having sex with you but doesn’t want to push you to fail so she’ll just wallow on her own and try and distract herself with her art and chores and trials for that last stretch

but, rest assured, once december finally rolls around she will be more than happy to make up for everything she’s been missing out on for the last thirty days — and, arguably, spending the better part of the day having the thoughts slowly but surely fucked from your brain by your loving partner is a pretty good reward for making it through the whole of nnn so, really, you’re getting the better end of this bargain no matter whether you win or lose

ji-woon hak / the trickster

would probably only participate in order to prove a point to you about something or another (his self control? maybe?), but wouldn’t actually be able to make it through the entirety of november

almost definitely lost during the first week or so because he was so pent up he couldn’t not jack off, but pretended it never happened and would keep up the act of complete celibacy and restraint until december rolls around — the whole time bragging and showing off just how much control he has over his body and his desires

does not feel even remotely bad about his deception, also tries his best to make you lose because he’s that type of person

and he’s not subtle about what he’s doing when he’s trying to get you to crumble, which arguably only makes the whole situation worse for you because he goes out of his way to do the things he knows you like, to say the things that get you all hot under the collar, makes a real performance out of it all, and you have to sit there and put up with your aching need until he gets bored and wanders off to do something else or he’s dragged into another trial to let off some steam

(and, to make it all the worse — or better, depending on your tastes — for you, once you do finally give in and beg him to make you cum he will tease you endlessly for being so desperate for him… despite the fact that he cracked super early into nnn… asshole)

sally smithson / the nurse

now if she were on her own this challenge wouldn’t even come up on sally’s radar — both during her time in the realms and even well before then — but if you decide to bring it up to her and ask her to participate with you then she’ll probably go along with it

… even if she really doesn’t get the point of nnn

again, if left to her own devices she’ll last out the whole month with ease — she’s more concerned with being present with you and doting on you as best she can as your partner than she is with sex, after all — but if you’re intent on getting her to fail the challenge then it’s shockingly easy to do so

after all, sally is a giver in the bedroom and always struggles to say no to you when you’re showering her with affection and praise, and when you’re making it abundantly clear how much you need her attention — so utilising all of those factors is pretty much guarenteed to have her crumbling

or, alternatively, just let yourself fail on your own time and bring it up to sally after the fact (or time it so she’ll catch you masturbating between or after a trial) and she’ll have no qualms with dropping the challenge altogether and going back to being physically intimate with you — after all, the only reason she agreed to participate in nnn was because you asked her to do so… without you doing it with her she has no reason to continue and, so, won’t

[fraugwinska]

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[5eraphim]

dbd killers w/ somnophilia

Characters: The Clown, The Shape, The Mastermind, The Deathslinger, The Doctor

Rating: M

Content Warnings: Somnophilia, dubcon, toxic relationship dynamics

Word Count: 1.3k

(song inspo)

The Clown

He is a dirty, dirty, dirty old man. The clown is easily one of the most perverted killers in the game. Somnophilia is just another kink among his long list of perversions. Likely even one of his personal favorites.

He loves to drug you with whatever heavy sedative he can concoct, something he knows you have no hope of actually resisting. Kenneth firmly believes the weak must fear the strong, even if it's not a fair fight. This is another way to control you and keep you under his command. The instant gratification here is immensely appealing.

Loves the feeling of using his own body weight to pin you down, especially if he can feel the way you try to fight back while still weakened and encumbered by sleep, totally oblivious to the gravity of the situation. Additionally, he loves to tie your hands down while he takes advantage of you like this, thinking about how terrified you'll be when you eventually wake up.

When you are awake, he reminds you of how he sees your sleeping body as "free to use." Your body is nothing more than a commodity to him or a vessel he can use for his own pleasure and gratification. To Kenneth, your free will, mind, and intellect are all second value to your body and the satisfaction you can bring him.

The Shape

This more direct perverted side started as a by-product of his fondness for watching you sleep. Slowly over time, growing more and more emboldened around your sleeping body. Always wanting to see how close, how he could touch, how he could manage to provoke you before you stirred or awoke. Though more often than not, Michael is sly enough to know how to have his fun without you waking up suspecting a thing.

Loves to leave kisses all over your body while you sleep, which turn into bruises and bitemarks when you awaken, especially on areas like your lower stomach or thighs. Likes to get as close as possible to the sensitive area between your legs, watching how they tremble and twitch in your sleep while you are oblivious to what is happening.

Michael is far more attracted to the dominance of the act and the helplessness on your end. Rather than the transgressive nature in and of itself.

The Mastermind

Orgasm alarm clock extraordinaire. As one of the most prominent doms in the game, Albert prefers subs to be obedient and well-behaved rather than bratty. Thus, Albert is drawn to the appeal of taking you when you have no choice but to follow his lead and are at his mercy.

He likes to choke you out while you're asleep, even though it almost always results in you waking up immediately. The power he feels in the moment, no matter how brief it may be, is unparalleled.

Albert loves to record you and take pictures of you in your sleep. Sometimes it's when your clothes are already torn off your body, or after you're in a compromising position or something lewd like that, but not always. There's something about how you look so unaware and corruptible that Albert can't get enough of! Of course, these photos are strictly for his eyes only, though he would certainly consider using these as leverage to keep you under his command. And if you ever were dumb enough to try and cheat on him or try to leave him, Albert would leak them in a heartbeat.

(In the Resident Evil games) Albert is used to working late into the night and returning home when you've fallen asleep hours beforehand. It was only a matter of time before he realized your effect on him while unconscious. If you really loved him, surely you wouldn't see anything wrong with him using you to relieve a little stress and tension after a long day, right?

The Artist

Carmina is not the type to wait until you've fallen asleep at all! Instead, she lives for the thrill of toying with you while you're on the edge of sleeping and awakening. Especially into the way, you look so vulnerable like this! How you can be so extra-sensitive to her touch and how she plays with your body, white looking so at peace and beautiful, is breathtaking.

Will be sure to tell you how beautiful your moans sound while you're still half-asleep. Carmina generally prefers partners who are a bit more vocal, so she's sure to treasure every sound you make like this.

Genuinely thinks it's super romantic when you fall asleep in her arms, with her fingers inside you.

Loves to leave long scratches along your back and torso while you're asleep for you to discover on your own the following day. Carmina is always so gentle and cautious around you when you're awake. It's moments like this that help her to alleviate a bit of light-hearted aggression and sadism.

Carmina almost always can satisfy herself using your body without rousing you from sleep. Still, if she were to slip us and accidentally awaken you, she'd be able to lull you back to sleep very quickly. Even in moments of high passion like this, Carmina can almost always maintain at least some level of self-control, keeping you calm and helping you fall back asleep without frightening you.

The Death Slinger

Unlike everyone else, Caleb prefers to take you when both of you are tired rather than when he's wide awake and you're not. Also, he prefers something a bit more low-key with you, like grinding or deep kissing, rather than full intercourse.

If he could keep you like this forever, he would. He despises the way life has been so cold and cruel to him, and having something soft and warm in his bed to return home is more than enough to satisfy his jaded loneliness. Because of this, Caleb finds himself more interested in cuddling your sleeping body, holding you close to his, while he knows you won't try to leave or move away than actually fucking you.

If he were feeling a bit more adventurous, he might consider binding your arms together or to the bed just to see how you'd look, motionless and ensnared like fresh prey. You looked like the perfect prey before your hunter.

Loves whenever you nod off while the two of you are spooning. Caleb loves to start off soft and gentle, only to slowly become more frenzied and heated. Seeing how much more he can get away with while you become less and less able to stop him.

The Doctor

There's this excellent post by @mara-xx217​ who suggests Herman would have a medical insertion fetish. Given the sheer magnitude of his sadism, it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine someone like him taking advantage of you while you're out to do something like that to your body.

He is only slightly less into somnophilia than the others because he generally prefers to torment you while you're awake, and he can really appreciate your reactions. Because of this, he may try to concoct something that would give you nightmares while you're in a deep sleep. He knows he won't be able to fully watch and savor your fear, but even though it's less fun for him, Herman knows that won't make it any less of a hell for you to go through.

When he can, Herman prefers to use injectables or gasses to try and get you to fall asleep the fastest. Rather than some of the others who would rather watch you fall asleep slowly or wouldn't try anything unless they knew you'd been out for some time now. Herman is too addicted to control and power to wait for you to be the one to drift off on your own.

Herman loves how powerful and intelligent he feels looming over your poor, dumb sleeping body. It makes him feel as though he has the power of a God while you can do nothing but sit back and watch.

[enbylestat]

Of Knives & Teeth

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Scream (Movies), Dead by Daylight (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply (read the tags!) Relationships: Stu Matcher/Frank Morrison, Stu Matcher/Carmina Mora, Stu Matcher/Frank Morrison/Carmina Mora, Carmina Mora/Frank Morrison, Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Characters: Stu Macher, Frank Morrison, Carmina Mora | The Artist, Billy Loomis (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Horror, Found Family, Bisexuality, Male Homosexuality, Voyeurism, Threesome - F/M/M, Body Horror, Implied Sexual Content, Knife Play, Bondage Summary: We’re all crooked beasts here, pleasure is to be sought in the fog and in the darkness when possible.

[mara-xx217]

Her Living Canvas (Dbd: The Artist/Fem!Reader Commission)

This is for @hexheathen!

You can get access to more things like this early on my Patreon!

Warnings: Yandere, Slight Dubcon, Possessiveness, NSFW, Tickling, Inky Kisses and Touches

Thick, cool ink stained your skin, your hair, your clothing. The Artist loved to use you as her own personal canvas, something living, organic, wholly hers. She would take your clothing off, herself. Allow her ink to stain them, bleed into them, forever marking them as not yours but hers. The Artist can manipulate her ink to do her bidding, to push or pull, to cut or rip, to caress or fondle…

She crooned softly as her black eyes searched your partially nude form. Your face heated up as you shifted in place, wincing ever so slightly as you were reprimanded for moving out of the position that the Artist had posed you in. Her crowing was sharp, as was the way her feathers ruffled and her ink suddenly sharpened into something dangerous. But her anger was short-lived as you returned to your original position. 

Yes, stay just like that… 

You shiver as cool, wet ink touches your cheek. Her touch was deliberate as she painted the curve of your cheekbone. Your nose wrinkles as a ticklish sensation moves to your jawline, to your chin, before it suddenly curves upwards towards your lips.

The Artist cooed and gurgled as she leaned towards your face. You find your eyes fluttering shut in spite of the thrill of fear that bristles down your spine. This isn’t right… You shouldn’t… But you do. You don’t pull or turn away as cool, painted lips press against your dry and chapped ones. 

It still makes you feel warm and fuzzy. She makes you feel warm and fuzzy. You furrow your brows as the other side of your chin is painted. The Artist parts her lips in a bid to deepen the kiss in spite of her missing tongue. You do so without much hesitation, no longer as bothered by kissing her this way as you once were. It feels… weird. Too open, too dry or too wet with no in between, there’s only a short, broad stump where her tongue remains… 

You hiss softly as your ear is tickled by an imaginary brush. You nearly move and it causes the Artist to give you a warning growl. You fall still, tears watering your eyes as you struggle not to flinch as her ink trial follows the line of your neck down to your partially exposed shoulder. 

“H-Hmmm-!” 

Your shirt hung loosely off your shoulders. It was mostly unbuttoned, leaving your chest largely bare. The Artist had removed every article of clothing that you wore except for your shirt and your socks. Embarrassing… You had the urge to hide yourself from her critical gaze but you forced your arms and legs to be still. You have to be still… She’ll get angry, she’ll get rough, the Artist will leave her signature on your body- 

The feeling of ink drying on your collarbone made your skin feel tight. It wasn’t wholly unpleasant… You shivered as the Artist’s eyes mapped every curve of your body. Your sides, your chest… She’s seen it a hundred times yet you are somehow one of the most beautiful things she’s ever seen. The Artist can’t quite recall how her hands once felt but it didn’t stop her from crafting something more familiar to her. They were more akin to the feet of a bird- a crow, you remind yourself- and they had a sort of sharpness to them that made your skin burst out into gooseflesh.

“A-Ahh…” 

You shuddered as the Artist fondled your chest, sharply, at first, then much more gentle as your face twisted up in discomfort. A look of passive pleasure suited you far better, she thought. She nudged your knees to the side so she could slip herself between your legs. You fit so well against her… Her body was twisted, too long, too sharp… yet it was as though your form was created to compliment her own. The Artist enjoyed how you struggled to stay still as you began to react to both her touch and her gaze physically. 

She croaked as she turned her head this way and that. It's always so unnatural, like she would break her own neck from the sharp angles her head would twist. Even if you had decided to turn your face away, there would be nowhere for you to hide. The Artist carefully released your breasts, making sure to not smear her ink any further than she consciously intended.

The ghost of her hands on your body was so attractive… 

It would be a lie to say that being her personal canvas wasn’t incredibly erotic. Your skin still tingled and buzzed wherever she left her mark. Her fingertips raked down your abdomen, stopping just short of your pubic bone. You fluttered your eyelashes as your breath caught in your throat. The Artist leaned towards your face once more, stopping just short of your lips. 

“...” 

She couldn’t speak, but her mouth mimicked the memory of the movement of speech. It was difficult to understand but it was something she only asked of you during intimate moments like this. Her lips parted in a thin line, came together, pursed, then apart and back together once more. 

Say my name… 

“C-Carmina…” 

A kiss.

Again.. 

“Carmina…”

Another. 

“Carmina… C-Carmina…”

Music to her ears. The Artist paints her way down the valley of your inner thighs, perfectly enhancing the curve of your legs as they meet your hips. You gasp as the ticklish sensation of her ink paints the soft edges of your sex but it is muffled as she kisses you once more. 

It only leaves a mark when she chooses it to. The Artist wouldn’t simply stop with your clothing, your skin, your hair… She needed to map your whole person, inside and out. Your mind, your soul, your heart… Your legs begin to twitch as she teases you with the possibility of her affection, only to pull it away as your need begins to manifest. She moved down your legs, from your knees to your calves, all the way down to your ankles and to the underneath of your feet. It tickles enough that you struggle to stifle your laughter and your arousal. 

How cute… 

Old memories scratched at the back of the Artist’s- of Carmina’s- mind. She used to hear laughter like that all the time, long, long ago… She could no longer find the form of the memory, only the vague impressions of it. It was enough to give her pause for a moment, but as she observed your body, the ghost of a smile at the corners of your eyes and your lips, Carmina- the Artist-  forgot what had caused her brief melancholy.

Your eyes widen as the Artist repositions your legs. Knees bent, she spread your legs open wide. A creeping warmth suddenly fills your core as you fight the urge to snap them shut. She’s looking at you so intensely…! It was so embarrassing… and arousing. You wish she would hurry up and touch you… It wasn’t fair to tease you so much! But she wasn’t done yet. 

The muscles of your abdomen jump and twitch as thick lines are slowly painted onto your skin. You suck in a breath and screw your eyes shut, your core tightening as tiny bolts of pleasure shoot through your body. How can such a simple sensation feel so good to you? The Artist finished her stroke and sat back on her haunches to admire her work. 

It was a shame she couldn’t photograph you… A part of her was saddened that she couldn’t hang you on a wall… that you couldn’t wear what she has painted on you forever, but she supposes that the ability to do it over and over again is fair compensation. She watched you worry your lower lip, the desire to make your face twist up in pleasure causing her nonexistent fingers to twitch and her own need to suddenly rise. 

You shouldn’t have been surprised by the Artist’s lips crashing against your own but her intensity left you breathless. Her lips parted and she pressed against you even harder. You knew what she wanted but it wasn’t enough. It’s not the same. You recoil then choke and gag as sticky ink fills your mouth. Bitter, metallic-! 

Surprise quickly morphs into panic. You can’t breathe-! You’re drowning! You involuntarily gulp but nothing slides down your throat. The Artist’s faux tongue made of ink wraps around yours tightly and squeezes it, pulling it so that it would stick out as she parted slightly from your lips. You barely had the opportunity to catch your breath before you lost it again. 

The brushing of smooth, flowing ink against your sex had your hips bucking against your control. But you were not reprimanded this time. The Artist needed to see how you experienced her. Your body was always honest even if your mouth would get confused at times… You gasped and moaned as perfectly dexterous tendrils of ink rubbed and rolled against all the sensitive places between your legs. 

“H-Huuaaa- EEEK!” You squealed as your most sensitive peak was fully enveloped. Somehow, the sensation of licking- or sucking- suddenly manifested, forcing your legs to stiffen and a pleasurable pulse to rise underneath the touch.

The Artist shuddered and crooned as she pulled back even further. The way your body twisted and jerked was stunning. Breathtaking… You have the potential to be her magnum opus, but not just one that she would merely finish, no, you would be ever evolving. Changing. The love she had for you would only grow with time, as would yours. 

She had brought attention to every detail of your body. Your curves, your slopes, things that you would consider ‘imperfect’, ‘undesirable’... She left your freckles, your moles untouched, unpainted, every mark, scar, spot… The Artist wanted to see it all. She wanted- no, needed- She needed to see everything that made you, you. She needed to hear your voice, how it breaks and keens and coos whenever she touches you in the way you like. She needed to feel your body, its softness, the hard edges, its texture and wetness… 

You flinch and arch your back as one of your breasts is grabbed. It was wet but nothing was left on your skin. The massaging motion was pleasant but you tried to back away from the touch in vain. It was too much all at once! Your tongue and your chest and your-! It felt as though some invisible string was about to snap inside of you. You suddenly gasp as your entrance is teased. 

“H-Huuuaaa- HUAEEE- H-HAA- AAHH…!~” 

Everything inside of you trembles and quakes as a burning warmth spreads through your pelvis. It’s- It’s tight! Your walls burn from the sudden intrusion but it doesn’t stop a wave of pleasure from crashing over you. The Artist’s mouth bumps against your own with enough force to bust your lip. Her teeth clatter against your own, sharp and unpleasant yet the desperation in the kiss has you feeling good. Again, you are nearly drowning in ink but the Artist manages to pull away before she pushes it too far. 

“H-HAAREENNA-! H-HA-HAREENA!!” 

It was as explosive as every time before it. She memorized every detail of your body, inside and out. What better way to show the love she has for you other than to show it to you over and over again? 

There was a part of her detested hiding you away, storing you as though you were a precious, shiny thing that has caught her and her flock’s eyes. Such a thing of beauty should be known, experienced by many instead of hoarded selfishly. Yet another, not so insignificant part of her couldn’t bear to share you with anyone else. No one knows you like she does. No one has seen you as she has. No one could understand you as she has… 

You were her living canvas, ever changing, ever growing, never the same as you were moments before but always growing more and more beautiful in the Artist’s eyes. She could trace over your body for hours, days, years, a lifetime and never grow tired of what she saw… One piece of artwork couldn’t do her love for you justice. Only the countless times that she has painted over you would suffice. They can’t be saved for posterity but the Artist didn’t need a physical reminder of those moments. Not when she has you and not when she can do this as many times as she would like…

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine

[dontaskwhybutarsonsoundsokay]

Ghostface X The Artist || DBD || NSFW

The entity was weird today. It sent two killers today. and that was unusual for the entity. Neither killer knew of the other. Until fate decided to get involved. and created a unique duo.

Ghostface stalked each victim with an ease that was almost seductive. each slash of his knife causing each victim to scream, loudly. between that and the crows he had no idea the artist lurked beyond the fog.

the artist moved crookedly. Her spike was stabbing through victim after victim, her crows attacking the ones she wasn't dealing with. It's almost funny how they didn't notice each other's presence. 

That’s when it happened. Ghostface thought he was stalking his next victim, until he approached her. Her tall figure, and long hair caught Ghostface in amazement. His confusion was obvious in his voice. “Who… theres… wait. There's two of us?” His voice felt thick in the air. 

The artist's body turned slowly, her face looking just as puzzled as the ghostface felt. She tilted her head a bit with a loud crack. Her voice was a low, almost musical, “The entity works in mysterious ways it seems” 

Ghostface shifts uncomfortably, his grip tightening on his knife. “I work alone, I don’t keep coworkers,” he muttered. He scans the surrounding area, trying to understand why the entity gave him some other killer he has to now work with. 

The artist stares blankly at ghostfaces hooded figures. “We could use this as an advantage…. There's two of us, we are twice as powerful now,” the tone in her voice was sultry and smooth. 

Ghostfaces mask hid how annoyed he was with having a coworker, but he was dealt his cards. So he made what he could out of the situation. As they moved together in the fog, they seemed to have an unspoken understanding of the other. Ghostface and the artist continued their dance through the fog. The way they managed to down and sacrifice victims to the entity was glorious. 

In the bloodiest of moments, ghostface couldn’t help but admire the artist. Her crooked gracefulness captivated him. Something grew inside him, a feeling he has never felt before. The need in him growing, not like he would ever admit it. He was too cold for anyone, even another killer. He ignored this feeling and continued to focus on the hunt, the game, the reason they were both there. 

The artist eventually got used to having ghostface around. She loved his precision, and the blood lust he had when it came to killing his victims. She admired how he documented his kills, how his knife moved as if it was just an extra limb he had. Her mind started wandering… to other limbs he had. She knew it would never happen, Ghostface would never be with anyone. But a girl can dream right. 

The fog grew thicker. And with that, they kept brushing against each other. It was like cruel punishment to the both of them. Until they couldn’t take it anymore. She looked at ghostface with eyes no one could deny. “Stop torturing me,” her voice sounded weaker than prior. 

“What are you talking about, we are here to do what we always do,” he chuckled a bit under his breath, “kill.” Except he didn’t know. He didn’t know her past, how she died, how she left the mortal realm willingly. 

“I never killed��.” her voice low, “I only did once I left that bridge.” A single tear drops down her cheek. 

Ghostface looks at her, and for the first time does something with feeling, besides murder. He finds his hand wiping away her tears, cupping her cheek. “Oh darling,” his voice raspy, “I’m so sorry.” 

Artist can’t help herself; she finds herself meeting her lips to ghostface. Suddenly, a typically cold realm felt…. Warm. the fog twisted around them, turning into a spectacle of its own. They become intertwined, like they were meant to be put into the same realm. The kiss alone was intoxicating. 

Artist suddenly snaps back into reality, realizing what she had done. She has royally fucked up. Ghostface grabbed her back, leading her back to him. His hands roaming her body. Every part of them was screaming yes, every inch of their bodies embraced in an evil lust. 

That's when they hear the all too familiar sound of the gate alarm. They both snap back into what they were doing. But by the time they reached the door, they had gone. The fog came up, and dragged Ghostface and the artist down back into the underworld. 

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In the underworld, ghostface drags artist to a remote area. “Let’s continue what was bound to happen” he says, a smirk crossing his face. 

Ghostface pushed artist onto her knees. Before slowly pulling out his cock. He looks at her like she is a victim that he is about to kill.  His cock is being slowly stroked by his hand. “Don’t act like you don’t want this you fucking whore” his words were thick with lust and desire. 

She nodded her head, and slowly started licking at the tip of his cock. Slowly she wrapped her warm mouth around his cock, slowly suckling at it. Ghostface, not being patient, grabs the back of her head and starts thrusting into her mouth. Small gags come from the artist. “Mhm, you feel so warm baby,” ghostfaces voice was low and needy. 

Ghostface starts thrusting into her throat, ignoring her muffled gags. “You wanted this, remember?” his tone is condescending, almost. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and rubbed it on her face. “This is your worth, slut.” 

Artist feels so degraded, yet like this is exactly what she needs. She needs him. She craves him. 

“Be a good whore and spread your fucking legs” Ghostface says. She listens and does as told, which at this point is probably the best thing she could do. Her cunt is dripping, leaving a dark spot on her dress. 

Ghostface pins her legs back and starts thrusting into her wet cunt mercilessly. With each thrust he becomes more and more aggressive. His moans and grunts fill the air. The artist's moans intertwine with ghostfaces, almost like a song of pleasure. 

Ghostface keeps going until he can no longer thrust. His cock releasing a large hot load deep into the artist. “Good thing no one can get pregnant down here,” Ghostface chuckles. He pulls his cock out of her cunt, and fixes himself. Before walking away, he looks at artist, “Let me know if you need to fulfill your purpose again slut,” he chuckles to himself then walks away, as if nothing happened.

[lolahaurisfw]

✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Reqs are always open like usual too, and you can request as much as you want and as detailed as you want! i just get to things when i can/want to.

Anon's: None Yet

Other Accounts: @lolas-favfics @lolamultifandom @lolahauri @chowderpop 🔞

AO3: Here

BlueSky: Here

-> MASTERLIST <-

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

What I Won't Write:

Smut. (Go to my other blog)

What I'm Willing To Write:

Reader Who Is: Tall, Short, Fat, Chubby, Curvy, Buff. Trans/NB.

Reader Who Has: Depression, Anxiety, DPDR, ADD.

Fluff, angst, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC's, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, AU's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Ch x OC / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on!

Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir. 

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Trilogy: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Beauty & The Beast: Belle, Beast/Adam, Gaston.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Bistro Huddy: All Staff Members.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Good Pizza, Great Pizza: Alicante, Octavia, Dr. Keh, Nasir, Flash, Cicero, Kimmy Slice, Dr. Price.

Grandma's Boy: J.P, Samantha.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Shoko, Geto, Yaga Masamichi, Utahime, Uraume.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Life Is Strange (2015): Maxine, Chloe.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Shigaraki.

Miller's Girl: Cairo, Johnathon.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

Mulan: Mulan, Li Shang.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini. 

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Scream 5: Amber, Tara, Sam.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Batmeman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans (Except George & Evelyn)

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

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Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Summer Field (Time Cut)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

[one-annon]

hi I'm annon!!

I started tumblr as a artist but I guess I'm moving onto my writing too - I ask you to please be patient because I'm new to writing x readers n such but I will try my best!!

it's been quite a while since I wrote but I can do like 1k to 2k? longer than that might be a little hard for me (｀□´)

i dont have much else to say about myself! uh, ive been writing for a while now. i also do rps! if youd like to do any rps when the listed characters/movies, feel free to let me know! im also happily spoken for by @wrathofthegodsfrontman <3

my current hyperfixation; saw series!

next movie on my list; silence of the lambs!

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sawyer family (including the game characters!) - texas chainsaw massacre

hewitt family - texas chainsaw masscre remake

jason voorhees - friday the 13th series

michael myers (og and rz) - halloween series

laurie strode/angel myers (og and rz) - halloween series

billy lenz - black christmas 1974 (i will do 2006 version but mostly the 1974 version)

brahms heelshire - the boy

carrie white (and friends) - carrie (og and remakes)

scream team (billy, stu, randy, etc) - scream series (ive only seen 1 and 2 but im making my way through)

harry warden - my bloody valentine (og and remake)

sinclair brothers - house of wax

firefly family - house of 1000 corpses trilogy

dbd characters - dead by daylight

saw characters - any movie! this includes the scott tibbs documentary and saw .5!

herbert west and dan cain - reanimator

patrick bateman - american psycho

edgar, miles, and madeline - electric dreams

hal 9000, frank poole, and dave bowman - 2001: a space odyssey

anyone else you can think of! I'll try my best to learn the character :) these are just everyone I can think of at the moment! I'll do killers and survivors but I know people are more obsessive over the killers lmao

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anything really..I don't have too many boundaries. I can do anything from hcs, scenarios (i.e. how would ____ react to ____?), smut, fluff, angst...the whole works

and even if you're willing to rant to me about your ocs I could whip up a oc x canon story! :)

also, depending on the media, im open to non horror writes!

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really not a lot to add here? maybe like...toilet related stuff for nsfw..

just the usuals - no incest (MAYBE for the sawyers since they are canonically inbred but its very situational), p3dophilia, b3astiality, etc etc

MASTERLIST!

GENERAL TAGS; #MANN GEGEN MANN! ➸ OOC/ANNON (also used for my rp blogs!) ↪ mann gegen mann - rammstein

#AND I KNOW WHY YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY MOTH MAN ➸ annons moths ↪ moth man - dirty bynum

#SEARCHIN! SEEK AND DESTROY! ➸ annons art ↪ seek & destroy - metallica

#my face is long forgotten my face is not my own ➸ ask games (again, also in my rp blogs!) ↪ am i evil? - diamond head

FANDOM TAGS;

#game over! ➸ saw writes ↪ jigsaw, apprentices

#i speak for the dead ➸ jigsaw legacy au ↪ logan nelson

#its a scream baby! ➸ scream writes ↪ stu macher

#you fudgepackers'll be the death of me yet! ➸ TCM writes ↪ drayton sawyer

#hey paul! ➸ american psycho writes ↪ patrick bateman

#hes dead?/not anymore... ➸ reanimator writes ↪ dan cain/herbert west

#love is give not take so im giving you madeline and taking myself away ➸ electric dreams writes ↪ edgar

#im afraid i cant do that dave ➸ space odyssey writes ↪ hal 9000

WRITING TAGS;

#HEY HEY HEY HEY! HEY STOOPID! ➸ annon writes ↪ hey stoopid! - alice cooper

#I WASNT EVEN A BILL I WAS JUST AN IDEA ➸ annons hcs ↪ im just a bill - school house rock (cover by deluxx folk implosion) #keeping our eyes close to whats going on on the screen ➸ angst writes ↪ slumber - sløtface

#ive got to have faith faith faith ➸ hurt with comfort writes ↪ faith - george michael (and cover by limp bizkit)

#quit actin like a bitch and makin up excuses ➸ hurt with no comfort ↪ i wish i was a riot grrrl - destructo disk

#call me on the line call me anytime ➸ fluff writes ↪ call me - blondie

#rein raus rein raus ➸ smut writes ↪ rein raus - rammstein

#so much for the golden future i cant even start ➸ annons drabbles ↪ breaking the law - judas priest

yeah! thats kinda it! I'll try to reply and write out requests as fast as I can

credit to; @strangergraphics for the awesome dividers!

ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ꜱᴀᴡ ʀᴘ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ!

@ᴡʀ4ᴛʜ-ᴏꜰ-ᴛʜᴇ-ɢᴏᴅꜱ @ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ-ᴛᴡɪɴꜱ @zippyzep @jigsaws-disciples

[wheezingstar]

You can call me, Wheezy or Star, whichever works. My pronouns are They/Them/Theirs! My favorite color is Green, my favorite band is Ghost, and my favorite movie genre is horror.

I will mainly be writing fluff because we already have so much smut out there I wanna add some fluffy bits to it too. I’m more of an artist who writes in their free time so if you could excuse any writing mistakes that’d be nice.

I do take requests! It makes my day when I see someone likes some of my stuff enough to trust me to write a story for them. You can request smut and some stuff outside of the call of duty games. For example, I play genshin, identity V, DBD and some other games I’m sure I am forgetting.

Characters and ships I am willing to write for

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

König

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

John Price

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Rudy

Alejandro Vargas

Kreuger

Nikto

Keegan Russ

Logan and Hesh (my brain lumps them together)

Nikolai

Alex Keller

Gary ‘Roach’ Sanderson

Velikan

Oni

characters and ships/plotsI won’t write for and might explain why in the future if it isn’t already obvious why

Shepherd

Graves

Makarov

All and any poly relationships

Non-con/dub-con (freaks me out, I can’t even read it let alone write it)

Laswell (brief mentions of her in fics with others but never alone.)

And that concludes this lengthy introduction post, it will probably be changed in the future and edited.

Have a lovely time, whatever time it is for you when you read this. Remember to drink water and treat yourself nicely little stars⭐️

[veenus-flowertrap]

Pretty Like A Painted Picture (danny johnson x oc)

warnings and stuff: smut, murder because it's ghostface; inappropriate use of paint; artist x serial killer; obsession; possessive sex; gay sex; ass-eating; age gap (oc is in early twenties and danny is thirty); pre-entity (dbd); first-ish and probably only time i'll write smut—let me know if i missed anything!

There was always a thrill that came with hunting down more prey than he intended. The sight of an unexpected witness instills fear within him for only a few seconds before he smirks under his mask and gives chase. When he killed a professor at the local college for mocking his 'thought process' during a psychology lecture, Danny would've been a fool not to expect someone to catch him in the act. And yet, he's still left dumbfounded when someone—Adrian—did. Because Adrian didn't care.

It was a staring contest between the two for moments until Adrian's eyes landed on the professor's dead body. He blinked, once, twice. Then asked, "Are you gonna clean that up?"

Adrian was strange. Beautiful, but strange. He made no move to subdue him—though, he couldn't even if he tried, the boy was as weak as any other victim. But Danny didn't want him as another victim, is the thing. He wanted to keep more than just his picture.

He hadn't felt such a wonderful thumping in his chest since his first kill. So, after snapping a couple photos of the scene, Danny decided that Adrian was his, right then and there. Adrian didn't object, nor did he agree. He was calm despite the blood staining the floors where he stood.

In the following months, Danny would show up to the university to cover the murder as an excuse to see Adrian again. He stalks him, taking pictures of him everywhere he went—and he means everywhere. Adrian knew, but made no effort to stop him. Something that made Danny's heart flutter knowing that his feelings were somewhat accepted.

He pretends to care about the other students when he interviews them for the paper when in actuality, Adrian is all he's sought after. When he's done, Danny sneaks into the art studio to catch a glimpse of his little obsession.

Adrian doesn't seem to notice him, being too occupied with his work; a painting of what seems to be a door, albeit highly stylized. He hums a simple tune as his brush glides across the canvas.

Watching Adrian work is like watching a piece of art come to life. His strokes are fluid, precise, almost mesmerizing. It's clear that this is more than just a hobby to him - it's a part of who he is. And seeing him so lost in his craft, oblivious to Danny's presence... it makes something stir deep inside him.

He steps closer, trying not to make a sound on the creaky wooden floorboards. The scent of paint and turpentine fills his nostrils, mingling with Adrian's natural musk. Danny's fingers itch to capture this moment, to immortalize it through his lens. But he resists the urge, wanting to savor it for himself just a little longer.

As he observes, Danny finds himself wondering about the symbolism behind the door in Adrian's painting. Is it a metaphor for escape? For forbidden entry?

“I just saw it in a dream once,” Adrian says, answering the question that lingered in his mind as if he’d read it. He did notice his presence after all.

Danny's breath catches slightly in his throat at the revelation that Adrian sensed his presence. But the boy's nonchalant response puts him at ease. "A dream, huh?" he murmurs, stepping closer now that he has permission. "Fascinating."

His gaze drifts over the painting, studying the door in detail. It's rendered in bold, expressive strokes, with an eerie glow emanating from within the frame. Danny can almost feel the warmth of the light on his skin.

"I'd love to hear more about this dream," he says, turning his attention back to Adrian. "Was it vivid? Did anything significant happen beyond the door?"

Danny's interest in Adrian's creative process is genuine, but there's an undercurrent of something else - a desire to understand the workings of his captivated subject's mind.

"There was a voice telling me not to open it," Adrian replies, dipping his brush into water. "I did it, anyway. Lo and behold, you were behind it. Covered in blood with that professor lying dead at your feet."

A shiver runs down Danny's spine at the recollection of their first encounter, played out in vivid detail by Adrian's words. He can almost smell the coppery tang of blood in the air, feeling the weight of his knife in his hand.

"That was quite the introduction," Danny chuckles, the sound low and husky. "I must say, I'm impressed. Most people would've screamed, run away screaming... or called the cops."

He takes another step closer, until he's standing directly beside Adrian. The heat from the artist's body is palpable, and Danny finds himself drawn to it like a moth to flame.

"But you didn't do any of those things," he continues, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Instead, you calmly told me to clean up my mess. That... that turned me on, Adrian. In a way nothing ever has before."

"No one else ever made you get it up?" Adrian asked, with a hint of curiosity, as he added the details to the handle.

Danny's face flushes at the blunt inquiry, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through him. "Well, when you put it that way..." he trails off, clearing his throat. "Let's just say most people don't appreciate the finer points of my... unique interests."

He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over the shell of Adrian's ear. "But you, sweetheart... you're different. You don't flinch at the sight of blood, and you don't judge me for getting off on the thrill of the hunt."

Danny's hand reaches out, fingertips brushing against Adrian's arm as he speaks. The contact sends sparks dancing along his nerves, and he can't help but imagine what it would be like to have those slender limbs wrapped around him instead of a paintbrush. "I think you might just be the perfect muse for me, Adrian."

The young man paused, visibly thinking. "...I could say the same for you," He says. "You know, I've always wanted to know what goes on in the mind of a murderer."

Danny's eyes widen slightly at Adrian's admission, a thrill running through him at the prospect of being so intimately studied. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his voice tinged with excitement. "Well, I suppose I could give you a private tour..."

He takes Adrian's chin gently in his hand, tilting the younger man's face up to meet his gaze. Their eyes lock, and for a moment, Danny swears he sees a flicker of something deeper in Adrian's expression - a hunger, perhaps, or a longing.

"Tell me, Adrian," Danny whispers, leaning in close enough for their lips to nearly touch. "What do you hope to find in the labyrinthine corridors of my mind?"

"...Inspiration, you could say," Adrian replies, gaze flickering towards Danny's mouth. "For my art. For my writing. For all the things that keep me alive."

Inspiration, huh? Well, Danny thinks, his lips curving into a sly smile beneath Adrian's fascinated stare, I can provide plenty of that.

He closes the remaining distance between them, pressing his mouth to Adrian's in a searing kiss. It's aggressive, demanding, a claim staked on tender flesh. Danny's tongue delves past Adrian's parted lips, exploring the warm cavern of his mouth with a hunger that borders on desperation.

When they finally break apart for air, both men are panting softly. Danny's hands roam restlessly over Adrian's slim form, mapping the contours of his torso, the dip of his waist, the flare of his hips. He wants to consume him, to bury himself in Adrian's skin and never emerge.

"You inspire me too, sweetheart," Danny growls, nipping at the sensitive skin of Adrian's neck.

"Mmm... Yeah? How so?" The boy asked, softly, followed by a soft whimper when Danny sinks his teeth into his soft flesh.

"By existing," Danny rasps, his breath hot against Adrian's pulsing vein. "By being so damn captivatingly ordinary amidst all the chaos I create. It's... intoxicating."

He releases Adrian's neck with a pop, his eyes gleaming with a feral intensity. "And right now, I want to capture you in every way possible. Paint you, photograph you, write about you until the whole world knows your name."

Danny's hands slide down to cup Adrian's ass, giving the plump cheeks a firm squeeze. "Should start with your ass, though. It looks even better in real life than it would on canvas."

With a sudden jerk, he hauls Adrian onto the worktable, scattering brushes and paints haphazardly. Then he's yanking the boy's pants down, exposing that round, rosy bottom to his ravenous gaze.

Danny buries his face between Adrian's cheeks, inhaling deeply the sweet scent of fresh paint mingled with the boy's natural musk. He nuzzles and licks at the tender skin, savoring the taste of Adrian's essence.

His fingers dig into the firm globes, kneading and massaging as he explores with his tongue. He teases Adrian's puckered hole, circling it with wet laps before diving in to probe the tight, virgin passage.

"Mmm, so tight," Danny groans, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. "Gonna need to loosen you up, baby. Gonna fuck this cute little ass until you're screaming for mercy."

He pulls back, admiring the pink, puffy flesh he's left behind.

With a wicked grin, Danny retrieves a tube of crimson acrylic paint from the scattered palette. He squeezes a generous dollop onto his fingers, then smears it across Adrian's exposed ass in bold, sweeping strokes.

"There, now you match my mood," Danny purrs, admiring the vibrant splatters of red against Adrian's pale skin. "Such a pretty canvas…"

He dips a finger into the paint again, this time tracing intricate patterns around Adrian's anus - spirals, hearts, stars, each one more delicate than the last. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, as if he's bestowing some sacred blessing upon the boy's body.

"I could spend hours decorating you like this," Danny confesses, his voice husky with desire. "Marking you as mine, inside and out."

"Adrian, love," Danny coos, his thumbs stroking soothing circles on either side of Adrian's painted entrance, "I want to hear you say it. Tell me how much you want me to fill you up, stretch this tight little asshole around my big, hard cock."

His fingers dance teasingly along Adrian's rim, applying just enough pressure to make the boy squirm. "Be a good boy, and maybe I'll let you cum first. Maybe."

Danny punctuates his words with a sharp nip to Adrian's shoulder blade, then drags his open-mouthed kisses back up the smooth column of his neck. "Beg for my cock, Adrian," he repeats, his voice low and urgent in the boy's ear. "Now."

"Please, Danny," Adrian whimpers, his voice small and desperate. "Please fuck me. I need your cock so badly."

The words tumble out of him in a rush, months of pent-up longing and desire finally finding release. "Fill me up, stretch me wide. Make me yours completely."

Adrian arches his back, presenting himself fully to Danny's hungry gaze. The cool air of the studio kisses his heated skin, making him shiver.

"I'm begging you," he gasps out, reaching back to spread his cheeks invitingly. "Fuck me raw, ruin me for anyone else. I don't care if it hurts, I just need you inside me. Please!"

Danny's heart races as Adrian's pleas wash over him, sending shivers down his spine. He can barely restrain himself from plunging into the boy's welcoming heat right then and there.

"Fuck yes, baby," Danny groans, his hands roaming greedily over Adrian's slick, painted skin. "I'm gonna split you wide open and fuck you senseless."

Without waiting for an answer, Danny frees his straining erection from his jeans, giving it a few swift strokes to coat the engorged head in precum. Then he notches the broad tip against Adrian's quivering rosebud, applying steady pressure until the resistant muscle yields to his insistent advance.

"There we go, sweetheart," Danny grunts, his hips surging forward to bury himself balls-deep in Adrian's clenching heat.

Danny throws his head back with a guttural moan as Adrian's impossibly tight walls envelop him, squeezing and rippling around his thick shaft. For a long, blissful moment, he simply savors the exquisite sensation, his vision blurring at the edges.

Then, with a snarl of pleasure, he begins to move. Danny sets a brutal pace, pounding into Adrian with wild abandon, each savage thrust driving him deeper into the boy's willing body. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by their ragged breathing and Adrian's high-pitched whimpers.

Danny's hands grip Adrian's hips hard enough to bruise as he uses the leverage to drill into him even harder, chasing his impending climax with single-minded ferocity. "Look at you, taking my cock so well," he growls, his voice strained with lust. 

As Adrian's hoarse cry of ecstasy rings through the studio, Danny loses what's left of his control. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and explodes, painting Adrian's insides with his hot, virile seed.

"Danny! Oh god, Danny!" Adrian wails, his slender body arching off the table as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over him. The sensation of being so thoroughly filled, stretched to the limit by Danny's girthy cock, sends him careening into the most powerful orgasm of his young life.

As they ride out the aftershocks together, Danny cradles Adrian's trembling form close, his lips pressed to the sweat-dampened skin of the boy's neck. "Mine," he murmurs, a fervent declaration of possession. "You're mine, now and forever."

Danny's arms tighten around Adrian as the boy's spent body goes limp beneath him. He can feel Adrian's heart racing against his chest, hear the shallow gasps of air escaping those plush lips. A sense of deep satisfaction washes over him, mingling with the lingering echoes of his own pleasure.

Slowly, he eases out of Adrian's well-used hole, watching with a possessive gleam in his eye as a trickle of their combined fluids leaks out to stain the worktable below. "Look at us," Danny says, his voice low and husky with post-coital contentment. "A beautiful mess, just like our art."

He reaches for a nearby cloth and gently wipes Adrian clean, his touch tender and reverent. "We should take a picture."

Adrian hummed in response. “Well, I already wanna make another painting.”

“What if you made one using our cu-”

“I’m not doing that.”

A/N: sooooo i may or may not have been possessed by asmodeus when i wrote this ^_^ not rlly sure how well it turned out but i enjoyed it. was gonna make it freakier by adding some knife kink shit but got too lazy :P

[seraphimaa]

Introduction

Welcome to my blog!

24. She/her. Scottish. Professional maladaptive daydreamer. This blog (outside of fandom simping) will include things like Cinematography, literature, ttrpg lore, art, religion, gaming and horror.

Warning: minors DNI. This blog may contain dark and triggering themes.

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I do both art and writing (to varying degrees of success). This blog is going to be somewhere to store and share my art, fics, headcanons, imagines and character analysis. It’ll be a mix of fandom x oc/reader content and general pretty stuff that inspires me. Feel free to make requests/send prompts/discuss characters and themes in my inbox! I’m a barely functioning person so I can’t promise I will always respond if a) I’m busy or b) Im not inspired by the request enough to write on it. Please be kind and remember anything I create is as a hobby outside of my working and social life.

Below I’ve listed characters I will post about. I want to put a little disclaimer that my hyper fixations fluctuate and characters I’m most likely to currently respond to prompts for/make content for are highlighted.

BG3:

Raphael, Haarlep, Astarion, Halsin, Durge, gortash, Rolan, Zevlor, Dammon, He who was, minthara

DBD:

Michael myers, ghostface, leatherface, the knight, pyramid head, trapper, Oni, legion

Requests: open!

Warning, DDDNE.

This blog does not condone any of the below triggers in real life. I use fiction and art as a way of venting my own trauma and I strongly stand against the sanitisation of artistic outlets. If this isn’t for you then go interact one of the other, very talented, blogs on this site that fit your preferences more. I’m not interested in discourse.

Trigger warning, may contain content that includes themes of:

non-con/dub-con, abuse, trauma, gore, mental health/psychosis/suicide, torture, death, cannibalism, unhealthy relationships, religious trauma, incest, kink. This isn’t an exhaustive list. Original content will come with appropriate warnings.

I like exploring both soft (but in character) and dark interpretations of characters.

Angst, hurt/comfort, smut, whump, smut, fluff, and did I mention, smut?

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[anotherrickinthewall]

Play like grown-ups

A/N:

Hello lovely people!

I've had this fic sitting in my WIPs way too long... I've wanted to write more but yeah well. I devour smut like there's no tomorrow but I seemingly can't write it. Because every time it gets real spicy my brain is like 'LOL... Nope.'

Oh and as English isn't my first language, please excuse any cringe phrases or mistakes. No one read it beta (I only use Word for the gravest grammar mistakes).

☠☠☠ indicates a shift of perspective (from reader to Frank and vice versa)

So here we have

Pairing: Frank Morrison x fem!reader (I gave her a name and a tiny background, it's kinda easier for me to write and I tried to keep the description of physical features to a minimum)

CW: fem!reader / fem!body, knife play, breath play, smut, blood, general Dead by Daylight themes (violence, death, torture),BDSM stuff, dom!Frank/sub! reader and I think that's about it, maybe name calling (Sweetheart, darling, etc.)

Credit for those awesome pictures goes to the people who created them, so if you know any artist of those give me a holler I'll credit them properly! I don't own any of the pictures or DbD characters.

NO MINORS BELOW THE CUT! THANKS!

The dizziness from being thrust into this weird realm was enough to make her stagger and falter in her steps even though she was just standing and coming back to her senses. She was becoming aware that she wasn't at the campsite she had been with her best friend just a few seconds ago. At least it felt like a few seconds. In truth she didn't have the slightest idea how much time had passed.

Taking in her surroundings, she noticed that she was standing in the middle of a yard that seemed like it came straight out of a nightmare. Caved in stonewalls and rugged pathways indicating that they were once part of a bigger construction.

Lifting her gaze, she squinted through the mist gathering around her. There was a castle like building to be seen, the top burned off and debris littering the ground around it. She slowly started walking in the direction of the main building, her head twitching left and right every five seconds. A strange twist in her gut told her to keep her mouth shut and keep going. She desperately hoped to find other people who shared her predicament. There had to be other people around. There just had to be.

She entered the building at the corner of the remnants of a conservatory, when a strange sound reached her ears. Some sort of mechanical whirring accompanied by the buzzing of sparks. Slowly following the sound, she found a man kneeling in front of a diesel fuelled generator.

"Oh god finally!" but she recoiled when the man flinched so hard that the wires, he was working on, touched the wrong way and exploded straight in his face. "Fuck!" he cussed and dragged his hand over his face. "Damn girl, you really scared the living daylights out of me. Fuck me!" he exclaimed once more.

She felt bad for scaring him like this. "Man. I'm so sorry... I thought you heard me. I woke up and I don't know how I got here. Do you know what's going on?" she asked him hopefully. He turned around and let his head drop against the generator. A skull tattoo with flames around it was to be seen on his throat.  For a moment he kept his eyes shut and took a deep breath.

It gave her time to take in his appearance properly. The sand-coloured hair was down in the back but the front part was fluffed up and slightly curved. Almost like a bedhead. A square jaw and sharp cheekbones made him dangerously good looking but the one thing that topped the look off, were the snake bite piercings adorning his lower lip on which he was chewing nervously.

He released another harsh breath and stood up. Muscled thighs bulged beneath the somewhat rugged looking dark jeans. His shoes looked like they'd been dragged through a puddle of blood. When he spoke, her eyes flitted over a black leather jacket and a dark grey shirt up to stormy blue eyes. He crossed his arms and they seemed to be so massive that the leather was creaking. All in all, nice to look at. "Okay, newbie. As far as I figured we have to get enough of these gens here going to power up exit gates to flee the grounds. There are other survivors to help. Four, I think. But beware there's a killer on the loose to kill all survivors. Why or how... I can't answer. The last thing I learnt is that all these realms are ruled by the Entity.' It sounded so strange that she was inclined to chalk his information up as batshit crazy but a tiny voice inside her head warned her that there was a certain truth to his words. Either way he was all she had at the moment and being together definitely beat being alone in this weird ass environment.

So together they looked for the next generator to repair and during their search she learned a few details about the mysterious stranger. His name was Frank, striking her as a bit out of date but who was she to judge when her name was a colour. 'Nice to meet you Frank, I'm Roux. Born and raised in lovely Louisiana.', shaking his hand she noticed how his gaze lingered on her face. She also learned that he was a drop out from Ormond, a tiny town in Ontario. Nothing but snow most of the year and an abandoned ski resort where he would meet with a few friends to kill the time.

A strange smile flitted across his features and he grabbed her wrist when he saw the four flickering lights of the next gen, high above them, mockingly looking down on them. 'Look... Over there. You keep working on it and I'll go looking for the other survivors.' before she could even protest that she didn't know how to fix it, he was gone. Like a lightning.

For the fifth time the fucking gen exploded in her face. Pulling her navy-blue hoodie over her face she screamed in it as loud as she could. A huge part was the frustration she had, another part was the sheer panic her heart had been causing her on and off now. Every time she'd heard a twig snap and a bush rustle too much her heartbeat would pulse very loudly in her ears. But that went away rather quickly. When another set of poppets finally started moving smoothly, she'd do a little jig but that was interrupted rather harshly when a high pitched, blood curling scream echoed throughout the place. And then she saw it. Boom! Another explosion? No, it sounded way darker and deeper, more like an energy blast she'd seen and heard in Sci-fi movies. The gen exploded once more. Stupid machine she cursed silently. An elderly man ran past her, in tow a masked man with a knife raised high above his head. Another scream, this time deeper and shorter. Surely the guy with the knife got the older man, too. When two people were injured or even worse... That left her and Frank. But he didn't come back and was nowhere to be seen. When the last poppets started moving and the fourth spotlight shone brightly above her head, she took another deep breath and went looking for Frank. In a brisk pace she started looking in the outer shack, lockers and basically everywhere she saw a generator. As methodical as possible she walked in circles, to not miss him in case she didn't look behind a certain corner. With every step she took it unnerved her more. She had a constant thundering heartbeat but she couldn't see anybody.

Once she came into the, what surely used to be the grand auditorium, she was sure she was alone with the killer. Because she neither found him nor any of the other survivors.

Among the aisles of old wooden chairs, she suddenly saw the killer. Bright blue gleaming eyes and a Cheshire grin of crude drawn teeth with blood smeared partially over the eggshell-coloured mask. A dark grey hood hiding most of his features but the rugged jeans looked awfully familiar, the leather jacket he was wearing, too. But she refused to believe that it was him because how could he be survivor and killer at the same time!?

Roux stared at him intently and saw him wiggling his blood dripping knife in his right hand while simultaneously moving towards her.

Until she couldn't confirm if it really was Frank or not, she decided it was her smartest choice to run. Maybe she could hide long enough for this nightmare to end.

So, she turned on her heels and sprinted in the opposite direction, the heavy echo of her own heartbeat continuously following her.

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This new approach for his hunt was priceless. He should thank Susie for that later. Pretending to be a fellow survivor and then hunting them down gave his chase a whole new level. All the adrenalin flooding his veins had him giggling like the maniac he was. He licked his lips, almost tasting her fear. This is what he was born to do. Hunt. Kill. Torture.

Lovely silken hair barely reaching past her shoulders, complimenting her bright eyes perfectly. She was the last victim. And unfortunately, the first who stumbled across his path but she was more than easy on the eyes. In fact, he found her very attractive and the way her pupils were expanding once she got a proper look at him told him the feeling seemed to be mutual. He saw her stumbling over junk lying in the yard. It would have been so easy to finish her right here right now but instead he just used his entity given fury and sprinted past her, slashing her arm and shoulder. The gashes were deep and thick droplets of blood started running down her arm and wrist. He had to be lying to himself if he claimed that this didn't get his dick stirring in his pants. He was still am man after all. A cursed and rageful murderer but still a man. He waited behind a shabby shack that sat in the far corner of the former mental institute. He unclenched his hands several times, waiting for the cramps to pass that always seemed to come when he was using his rage speed. He hated them, they made him feel like an arthritic 80-year-old grandpa. Snap! His head shot up, a sinister smile forming underneath his mask. He tapped against his temple and the eyes in the mask turned from neon blue to a crimson red. It was a tiny feature he added with junk they've found around the Ormond Resort they were forced to stay in while they were not in trials. It was tedious. Always snow, always cold, he sometimes welcomed the blistering heat of the Dead Dawg Saloon or the unbearable humidity of Backwater Swamp.

As soon as the cramps had passed, he leaned and peered around the corner to see Roux frantically covering up her cuts with rugs of her sweater. And by all unholy things in this forsaken realm her baby blue tank top was a sight for sore eyes. "Such a beauty." he whispered quietly to himself before leaning back again, giving her another two minutes to gain her breath. When a relieved sigh reached his ears, he knew it was time for a second round.

So, he started softly padding towards her, knife raised high above his head but when he was within a ten meter radius, she burst into a sprint, dashing in zig zag patterns across the yard. He had to give her credit for that, she was quiet the runner. He chased her for several more minutes across the grounds. She was vaulting through windows, across walls and she even tried to hide herself in one of the many lockers, that were scattered everywhere. But he was so used to survivors hiding in those, that he just had to strain his hearing to figure out which of them she was using. And once he was sure he was standing in front of the right one he pulled the door open, seeing her cowered into the corner. Chest heaving, eyes wide with fear, her lush lips slightly parted with shock and surprise. And yet... She didn't scream, she didn't bolt out of the locker smacking him with the door. No, she just sat there and looked up at him with her round eyes, lips slightly parted. Maybe it was a whole other feeling than shock or fear...

Ramming his knife into the back of the locker, leaning towards her, he spoke softly to her "Are you afraid, gorgeous?" His head cocked to the side, he took a deep breath. And how delicious she smelt. Like a mix between air dried laundry and petrichor. It was like a drug. Actually, it came pretty close to the thrill of hooking a survivor and seeing them being taken by the Entity. She shook her head. "Well, you should better fear me darling, for I am death in this cosy enclosure." he whispered in her ear while tracing the blunt edge of his knife along her chin. A satisfying grin crept across his face as he saw Goosebumps rising over her arms and a slight shiver wracking her body. Her breathing became more laboured and the tiniest of whimpers slipped past her lips. Squinting his eyes, he realised something. She was into this. He wasn't sure if it was his knife, the chase or himself. But if he should take a guess, he would say it's the knife. When he was living in Ormond he had a few girlfriends, nothing too serious and rather short lived but one of the flings he had beside his relationships was so into knifes. He sometimes came undone when Frank was touching him all over with just the knife and nicking him here and there. Fond memories, when his girlfriend at the time was nothing but toxic and exploiting him. So, he fled into a fantasy world where the girl didn't exist and his fling was the window to a better and healthier relationship.

But it ended just the way it started abrupt and nasty just like everything else in Frank's life. And since Nathan broke things up between them, Frank went into rampage mode. He kicked Cathy into the wind and started hanging out with Susie, Joey and Julie. And one thing led to another, people ended up dead and the four of them discovered how good they worked together and how addicting the thrill of a kill was and boom they'd became slaves of the Entity for all eternity.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realise that Roux had shaken herself out of her stupor. She tackled him with all her might, left shoulder first, aiming for his solar plexus. But despite being so absent he was quick to catch her. Roux groaned.  But it didn't sound like an annoyed or frustrated groan more like an invitation for more. "My dear, do I sense something dark underneath that pretty little façade of yours? Do you like being touched by my knife? I bet it gets your little panties wet, that you're being manhandled... Does this turn you on, hm, sweetheart? " He boldly asked. He never was a shy one. Not even at the tender age of 16 when he realised that he was interested in both boys and girls. Whatever piqued his interest. Once he got to know somebody properly, he was quick to being bold, cocky but funny as hell. But in general, his demeanour was an arrogant one. He knew his strength; he knew his looks and he knew that the world was giving zero fucks about his life and so he started doing the same. Only people who stuck around for long enough knew that he was a real softy deep down. But he wore his arrogance and competitiveness like a proud mantle of proof that he didn't need anyone. Strength through pain. That was his motto. And he religiously followed it.

"Now, now little kitten… no need to be a scaredy cat and run. Why don't you spend some quality time with silly old Frank? I can be a lot of fun, I promise."

He saw her eyebrows knit in confusion as she took in his words. "B-but Frank is dead. You monster killed him, like that old man!" she accused him. That provoked a soft chuckle from him "Silly girl. I. AM. FRANK. And to be honest… I've been called a lot of names and monster is like a loving pet name. Call me Satan, call me God. I don't give a damn. In fact, I've managed to convince some to call me God. If you know what I mean…" he trailed off, basking in the disbelieve that settled on her face. She pushed his shoulders but it was futile. "You fucking liar! I don't believe you. The Frank I met was a bright and friendly person. Maybe a bit sceptic but who wouldn't be, in a place like this. And he sure as hell wasn't some sadistic asshole." That somewhat caught him off guard. He hadn't been described like that in ages. It felt good but also very foreign. He pulled the mask off his face. He was gonna show her what the word sadistic really meant.

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He lifted his mask and once again, those blue greyish orbs scanned her face. A look so intense that she didn't know where to look. Roux decided that his boots were the safest spot. But then he lifted her chin with his knife, nicking the soft skin at her throat. A breathless gasp of pain slipped past her lips and his eyes became narrow and dark. They were trapped in this moment, like time itself has ceased to exist. Frank tilted his head slowly down to her lips. Getting closer and closer, so that Roux could make out what he smelled like. A mix between iron and leather and the biting chill of a snowy day. And for a moment she really expected him to kiss her. Their lips were almost touching but suddenly Frank gently twisted his head, so his mouth was right beside her ear and whispered "Let me show you what and I quote 'some sadistic asshole' can do to a pretty girl like you." With those words he turned her around, twisted her arm behind her back and pushed her against the closed locker. "Now be a good girl… and run!"

The second she felt that his warm body wasn't pressing into hers anymore, she started to bolt. Her head a scrambled mess from the intensity of his gaze and the feeling of his bulky body dwarfing her own. And for a split second she thought she missed that warmth. Shaking her head, she kept running. With her heart still beating very loudly it was hard for her to concentrate on where she was going. She realised too late that she was upstairs and that she ran straight into a dead end and the thundering of her heart told her, that Frank was closing in on her. The only opportunity to get a nook for hiding, was the patient room to her right. Desperately trying to keep the panic at bay she took some deep breaths to at least calm herself a bit. The dwindling hope of Frank not seeing her in this room was the only thing keeping her sane. She really dreaded what he would do to her once he found her.

When the first bed was flipped over and flung across the room, Roux knew that her gamble was a lost cause and that she would meet her end in a mouldy, run down room, in a weird ass reality, where she wasn't sure that there would be any escape from. Tucking her head between her knees she still hoped for the impossible.

But the harsh pull of her hair and her head being angled backwards told her, her time was finally over. "Silly little girl. Didn't run, just hid from me. Do you know what happens to silly little girls who don't listen?" Frank asked with a drawl in his voice. Roux only shook her head and waited with baited breath what was next to come.

"Well… silly girls get punished. But..." he paused, letting the silence wash over them "if you listen well and do as I say, you'll get a reward. Do you understand?" he quietly asked. Still too stunned to process everything correctly, she remained quiet. In her peripheral vision she saw Frank cocking his head to the side, his mouth twitching dangerously. The next thing she felt was his knife, slowly cutting through her tank top. Through gritted teeth he repeated his question accenting every word with a flick of his wrist. "I. Said. Do. You. Understand?!" and by the last word, her top slipped open, revealing her lace covered breasts. She nodded heavily. That earned her a tutting from Frank. "No pretty girl. Use your words." and with that he pulled her to a stand, his hand still firmly tangled in her hair. She exclaimed in pain and grabbed his wrist hoping to ease some of the pain. Shoving her against the wall, she cried out "YES! Yes, I understand. I'll be a good girl and do as you say!" seemingly satisfied with her answer, he let her hair go and Roux could finally drop her arms, what caused her tethered top to fall to the ground. She slowly turned around and looked at him. A storm was brewing in his eyes as he said to her "Now, I want you to drop those sporty pants of yours." with a dark and raspy voice. The dynamic that developed between the two of them wasn't exactly new for Roux, she had seen movies, read some books handling this topic and if she was being honest with herself, she'd always fantasized about finding somebody whom she could explore this kind of BDSM practice with. She should be weirded out, more so, freaked out by the whole situation. But doing this with a total stranger, a murderer even, in a weird ass realm, didn't seem so bad because she saw the thrill and excitement in it and she was getting wetter by the minute. She absolutely didn't care how she got here in the first place. Not when she was having someone as powerful and demanding as Frank dominating her so exquisitely. It ticked off all her kinks and fetishes and she knew what to do. So, she stepped out of her black spandex pants and dropped to her knees, looking at his feet again, awaiting his orders.

She heard him inhale sharply, almost like a hiss. He made some tutting noise and she saw his feet shuffle around and stepping back into her field of vision. "Oh sweetheart, black lace on both bra and panties… One could think you're the one seducing me." His voice was dripping with anticipation. As if he couldn't wait to peel those last offending items off her body.

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"Stay put. There is only one more thing to do. And then... We finally can play like grown-ups." he fished a matted coin out of his pocket and whispered into his fist what he needed, then he burned the coin.

Roughly half a minute later a rumbling sound was to be heard and Frank knew the Entity had accepted his oblation. He whispered a quiet thank you and rummaged through the large chest. A soft blanket, some candles, a few ropes, a blindfold and assorted whips were inside. He was quite indecisive when it came to blindfolding people, especially subs he had under his tutelage. For the time being he decided against it, rather curious to test her self-control and to see the fear and lust in her eyes. She still sat obediently at the feet of the bed awaiting his commands.

After placing the candles around the room and beside the bed, he laid down the blanket and tied her a noose around the neck. "Be a dear and lay down on the bed for me, will ya?" he saw the tiny smile tugging at the corner of her lips. He expected her to make a snide comment about the shabby state the room was in or how in the world the blanket was so freaking pink. But surprisingly she remained quiet and climbed on the bed, resuming her kneeling position from a moment ago.

"My dear... It seems you are a bit dense right now. I said lay down. Not kneel. Now I have to punish you." he tutted and pulled the noose slightly tighter around her neck. No real pressure was applied but it wasn't loose either.

Roux's lips parted slightly in a breathless gasp. Apprehension was floating around like the proverbial elephant in the room.

She nodded obediently and lay on her back, her hands digging into the plush material of the bright pink blanket. "This feels so nice. How the hell did you get your hands on such a lush thing?" she wondered aloud. His eyebrow quirked up as he reminded her "My dear, that was your third strike... And that means the sadistic asshole is going to show you what pain means. " As he pulled the noose tighter again. This time he saw her actively swallowing against the knot. Her breath was still flowing but much more laboured than before. Deftly he tied her hands and feet to the bed poles.

He tugged at his knots to test their strength and once he was satisfied, he took off his leather jacket and mask, carefully folding it and laid the mask on top the neat pile. The shoes came off second and once he was barefoot, he swung his leg over her hips and straddled her.

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As soon as his crotch met the apex of her thighs, Roux was done for. The heat seeping through his jeans was more than she could bare as she arched her back off the bed. He just sat there meeting her disbelief with satisfied smugness. "Poor girl, has it been that long since a real man touched you?" he asked, not hiding the lust filled gleam in his eyes. "Yes, sir. Please touch me." His voice was dripping with anticipation "Oh I will... Don't worry." he said while he let his knife wander between the valley of her breasts, ever so gently scraping the skin along his way. He took in her dishevelled state. Her hair wild and unruly like the crown of a fallen angel. Frank was sure she didn't even know how enrapturing she looked right now. He bent down to nip at her neck and delightedly discovered that this was one of her ticklish spots. 'I can't wait to see what other spots make you sing like that.' he whispered as he finally cut her bra open and her gorgeous breasts spilled out. Sitting back on his hunches, he admired her body for a moment.

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She felt him shift his weight, seeing how glossy his eyes were as he stared at her bare upper body. Next, her panty was ripped off and she was completely naked and at his mercy. Her strained breathing was making her lightheaded and electrified her at the same time. While she tried to keep her wits, he did the next thing that made her loose a bit more of her sanity.

He took off his jeans, placed it on the pile in the corner and rose to his full height, broad shoulders outlined by the flickering candles and after Roux caught a glimpse of the well-toned thick thighs, disappearing under stretchy material she thought 'fuck me, this man may be a knife wielding lunatic but fuck he has a body I'd love to ravage.' She heard a low chuckle and icy showers ran down her spine. She had spoken her thought out loud. With firm steps, that resembled the prowling of a wild animal circling its prey, he came closer to the bed again but made a detour to get a riding whip. Once more within an arm length to her, he slowly let the whip caress her body.

[fraugwinska]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 🎃 Jesus, today is a day of Uploads! xD I have to upload a buttload of more stuff, so bear with me! I didn#t think I'd finish on time - butt here it is! My take on Hazbin meets DBD! The Wheel of Misfortune gave me Angel to work with, and despite all odds, I wrote a story without SMUT! Can you believe it? :D The Masterlist can be found here - check out the works of all the other, talented writers and artists! It will be updated frequently, as Kinktober and other shenanigans came inbetween some of us and the deadline. But that only means we'll have fantastic fics and delicious drawings to look forward to! Thank you to everyone participating - for making this Event such a special one! You all are AMAZING! @redvexillum @ritualofcirice @chefskjssart @dewdropdinosaur @lumikello24

@macabr3-barbi3 @xalygatorx @melodyonthewireless @kewpikayo @jurijyuu

Warnings&Tags: Major Character Death, Pain & Torture, Physical & Psychological Abuse, Kidnapping/Abduction

Night. It was always fucking night.

Danny hadn't minded when the entity, whatever it was, had called on him. When the fog arrived, shortly after he left Roseville, he had embraced it, yeah, even felt giddy - he hated boredom, loved the thrill of the chase. And the realm the soundless voice promised him seemed to be a remedy for both. His old routine renewed by almost wickedly enhanced powers, his slaughters improved with every new, fresh meat hooked that he didn't care enough about to learn their names.

The first weeks the entity sent him alone into the woods in between trials. An unspoken pledge that once Danny has proven his worth, he'd join the others. Killers, like him, an arsenal of evil, depravity and death. He was intrigued by the prospect - acclimating in this environment was fun, but the real thing would be asserting himself next to legends like Myers or Krueger. So he did what he did best - Stalk and chase and kill, each new trial bumping up his adrenaline and fuck it was fun. Barely a trial went by where he didn't get the full set of kills, his reward plenty by the looming black thing above, sending him new powers and an overpowering sense of accomplishment. And if he missed one or two, the entity would soothe his flaring anger, the fog cold and calm on his skin when the world around him would collapse in fire and smoke - Don't worry about the pests that got away - There's next time, Danny Boy. And he always got them next time.

Finally he felt it - as the ground split in glowing reds and the heat took over the Autohaven, he felt the hot, dripping claws of the entity christen him. He had succeeded the trial by literal fire, and as he was pulled away, not north towards the lone patch of woods he had come to know, but south, the presence of evil growing bigger by the second, Danny left his old, useless name behind. The entity had given him a new one, one that he embraced with a laugh of euphoria: Ghostface.

***

While the survivors, as they called them so ironically, gathered around a campfire between trials, the hunters - killers, for a better term - were granted a real home. A shack in the same woods somewhere, filled with an Arsenal of weapons and tools for them to use as they pleased, and blood-stained, torn seats around a burning fireplace. Most of them lived in their own heads, some of them too animalistic to socialize. The ones that wanted to spend their times waiting together for ‘The Call’ on those seats, sometimes indulging in the strong, burning drinks the entity manifested along new blades or rods when she was pleased with them. And as all groups, the hunters, too, had a leader, as far as leaders can exist in a group of hungry wolves. Evan MacMillan was that one, although he, as most of the others, shed himself of that name when he became the Trapper. He was respected amongst both the vocal and silent, strong, calm and cold-blooded enough to keep brawls in between them to a minimum, one of the oldest and longest standing killers of the entity. But even he, after so many trials he had withstood, so many survivors he had killed through either the entity's hooks or his own hands, has never experienced anything like this before.

"Shit, come on, Bubba, get yourself together man." One of the Legions, Frank, clumsily patted the wailing monstrums back. The Hillbilly had never been able to speak more than just grunts and howls, making communicating with him often hard and frustrating, but the sounds he made now weren't hard to interpret - he, too, had just ended a trial with the new survivor. And as with a lot of them before, it wasn't the prey that had been scared and traumatized, but the predator.

The Nightmare took a swig of the last bottle of whiskey they had, hissing at the burn. "Can't blame the poor fuck - I've seen the dreams of that freak.... swear to god even I got nightmares after that."

"Frederick, pace yourself and leave some for the poor man." The Doctor chimed in, taking the bottle out of the sharp clawed hands and handing it to the Hillbilly with a mournful expression. "Only one chug, lad. Going at this rate, we might as well start to get accustomed to bread and water... She is not happy with us."

"Кто может винить ее? Мы все подвели ее с этим существом." (Who can blame her? We all have failed her with that creature.)

The Huntress threw another hatchet into a nearby wall, hitting the middle of the target she had painted with blood next to her previous four. Although her eyes were hidden behind the rabbit mask, Evan and the others could hear the sourness in her voice.

"Uhuh, sure, babe, whatever you say." Legion mumbled and rolled his eyes, handing the still sniffing Bubba a dirty rag to wipe his deformed nose with.

"Huntress is saying what we all think, Legion. We are failing. All of us." Evan sighed and brought one of his massive, rough hands up to wipe sweat from his temples. He knew the ropes of the entity's game, knew that some survivors had advantages, were more courageous or daring, even defiant. Evan was good, but not perfect, and he wasn't so far gone like some of the others to expect their victims to stay quivering, fearful messes like when they are freshly called upon. But the new one...

He... or it? Was so much more different than any survivor before him. Tall and lean, which would've normally make it so much harder to hide from them, flashy instead of discreet, loud and boastful instead of silent and secretive... human-like and yet so not-human at all.

"Ahhhh, another four for four, bitches!" The newcomer, Ghostface, as he had introduced himself, kicked open the door to the shack, his flowy robes drenched in blood and slimy mud that told Evan he'd been at Backwater Swamp. "Oh god, don't tell me Billy-Boy was too pussy to get over that new Survivor, too?"

The whole room growled at that remark, and Evan sighed in annoyance. The Ghostface had made more foes than allies in those few days he'd been sent to them as an addition to the entity's team of murderers. It wasn't that he was cocky, crude or obnoxious - they all were like that when they first came to the realm. What irked them all was the sense of superiority he wore so obviously on his sleeve, convinced that he was the entity's favorite, blessed by her dark energy and favored by her will.

"Fuck you, Ghostface, leave Bubba alone!" Legion spat, his facemask cracking with anger, while the Nightmare threw him a look of disgust and Michael, usually stoic and silent, turned his emotionless mask to its screaming counterpart, the blackened, hollow eyes almost flowing out with angered darkness. Evan wanted to shake the boy under the costume when he just laughed, the mockery blatant and offensive. "Are you guys telling me you, the creme de la creme of carnage, can't get a newbie under control?!"

The Trickster, who had been playing with his throwing blades with more than just an exasperated expression (which Evan could understand, given that his humiliating loss against the new survivor left too fresh of a wound in his ego), stood up with a hiss in the language none of them had been able to learn yet, but the Legion was faster, leaving Bubba in the care of the Wraith, stomping towards the cackling figure. "Listen, Fuckface - he asked the Spirit if she could give him tips about SHIBARI and yelled 'Harder Daddy' when the goddamn Executor tried to slam him into the ground... THAT'S NOT NORMAL!"

The Shape huffed in agreement, and the Nightmare added his own opinion in a raspy voice, scratching his distinctive scars around the face and neck: "I agree, he's fucking weird - insane, not scared of any of us. He doesn't even look like a normal survivor, and that's comin' from someone with that kinda face."

"That's a whole lot of words to say that you suck at your jobs, fellas." Ghostface retorted with a sneer in his voice, running his gloved fingers along his shining knife, the hilt still covered in blood spots but the blade pristine and almost glowing.

"Enough." Evan said, his voice booming across the room, effectively shutting the others up.

"You talk big, Ghostface. But you haven't had a trial with the one they call 'Angel' yet." Evan and the others felt the familiar cool wisps of air, harbingers of the arrival of the black fog for another trial. The Entity whispered the names of the prey into the winds - Evan had learned to listen for them long ago, and under his never-changing mask, he felt his lips pull into a rare smile. It was a gamble, risking to topple the weak chain of authority they had established among each other. But Evan felt that he wouldn't deserve the title nor the respect that came with being the leader if he would let this petty behavior and destructive jealousy continue. The favored one needed a well-deserved damper on his ego, and maybe the newest survivor - who- or whatever he was - could teach him that lesson. He stopped the Skull Merchant that had stood up to offer herself to take the trial with a wave of his bear-like hands and turned to the young killer, pointing his makeshift ax in his direction. "Maybe you are right. Maybe me and the others just don't have what it takes anymore to honor the Entity."

The silence that fell over the shack was heavy as the Entity's presence grew stronger, and Evan was sure the others could feel it, too, her excitement building up and electrifying the atmosphere surrounding the killer's shack. He ignored the burning fury in Legion's eyes, the angry scratch of Freddy's claws over moldy wood. The young man tilted his head in curious interest, letting his finger press into the edge of his blade until the leather broke and blood started to drip out of it in crimson pearls.

"Here's your opportunity. Show us, Ghostface, how you will fare against this new kind of prey."

***

"Oh my god, toots, move over, I can't watch this a second longer."

Angel rolled his eyes at the meek girl, brushing her dirty blonde hair out of her face as she let him take over. The other two were useless too - that Ace guy couldn't do shit even if his life depended on it - huh, which it literally did, now that Angel thought about it. And Renato was a sweet dude, a little too nerdy for Angel's taste, but he was still too rattled after his last trial with that hunk of a killer with the butt-stupid metal triangle head to be of any help except for maybe cleansing totems in between hiding in lockers. Angel couldn't blame him - he had seen how Sexy Back had Mori'd the poor dude, and it had not been the kind of gutted that Angel would've liked either. But Kate was a cool gal, a pretty face and too nice for her own good but normally very capable. She reminded him a little of Charlie, and the thought always stung faintly in his chest. Normally she would've rocked the generators, but for some reason, she was nervous and erratic this trial, her eyes always wandering around, looking over her shoulder every few seconds and fucking up the gen more than she repaired it. He let his second pair of arms grow out of his sides, cutting the time it took to finish the rest in half, and with a click the machine roared to life, steadily pumping electricity into the mainline for the exit gates. One down - four more to go.

"Jesus with a strap-on, Kate, I thought with what you look like you'd know how to get an engine going." He teased, but the girl didn't seem to even hear him, her eyes still scanning the dark woods behind them. "Sorry, Angel, sorry... it's just... don't you feel it?" "If you mean Big Mama's presence, then yeah. Pretty much hard to ignore with all the black claws and shit, but I've gotten used to it. Kinda feels like a well-worn, cheap training bra now." "No, not that... I think someone is watching us. Like... stalking."

Angel grabbed her arm and pulled her into some nearby bushes, the neon signs of the worn-down cinema blinking in the near distance. "Babes, 'ya know I can handle Mute Mikey. What I can't handle is you loosin' 'ya head now. Fuckin' Ace is hard enough to carry." They both crept along the sides of the forest nearer to the building. "It's not Michael... I can't explain... it feels different, like when Claudette told me..."

Whatever Claudette had told Kate - Angel wasn't about to hear it as Ace's screams of terror echoed through the forest from the other side of the entity's caged playground.

"Motherf... okay, 'ya go get that dumbass and heal up, imma find a gen and fuck it up so whoever it is will get distracted. Stay low, kay, sugartits?" Kate nodded with wide eyes, and ran into the darkness. Angel cursed that dumb fucker, finding a gen around a corner and let it misfire before he made a quick turn and went through the broken wall into the cinema show room of the Greenville Theatre. Fuck, a movie would be nice - watching one of making one, anything would be better than this. He silently went up the stairs into the storage room and began to work on the generator there.

Eyes on the goal.

Surviving wasn't what Angel saw as the goal. Even if he'd die in mommy's sick game, he knew from seeing the others revive at the campfire, only to be sent to another trial again a few moments later. Living or dying, Angel couldn't find himself to care, although he always chose to live, even if the others kicked the bucket and he was the last one standing. No, the goal was to get the fuck out of that shitty nightmare Val had sent him into. 

Whatever he had fucked up with 'The Entity', it must've been huge because the last time he saw him he was barely alive even by hell's standart. His wings were ripped from his back, his insides hanging out of a fat gash on his side and the studio a chaotic mass of fire, smoke and debris. And in all of it stood she. 

Roo. 

That's what Val had called her anyway, that bitch in edgy clothes and with those manic eyes, smiling in such a terrifying, blinding way with teeth sharp as an excorcist's blade that Angel thought just that smile could smite an army of sinners if she wanted to.

"Roo... I can expl...ain." Val had stuttered, blood running freely out of his mouth drenching his words.

"No need, Valentino. You and the other Vee's went all in with chips out of my own pocket, and you lost. And I don't like losing my stake."

She had summoned black, claw-like spikes, writhing like insects towards a panicking Val. He stumbled two steps back, noticing Angel creeping away, towards the crumbled wall, the running masses and the open streets of the Pentagram. Angel had seen Charlie and Vaggie forcing their way towards the burning ruins. And Husk. His Husk, wings outstreched and he was fucking flying over them all towards Angel. He had never seen him fly before.

"You can... Take! T...TTake him!!!" Val had screamed, falling to his knees as he pointed to Angel, coughing red and black onto the formerly pink, tacky tiles. His words sent a wave of hate and fear through Angel, and his eyes went from Charlie's tear-stained face to Husk screaming his name as he flapped his wings to pick up speed and fell onto her. Smiling at him, one slender, white finger with a black, pointy nail pressed into her cheek. She watched the cat demon dodge a falling beam and looked... amused as her eyes found his. She winked.

"Fine, you'll do."

Before Angel could even breathe to say something, or run, black fog encapsulated him, and only her glowing white smile and Husk's distressed scream of his name followed him as he fell through the darkness.

No. Surviving was just a crutch, a means to an end. His goal was to get that bitch Roo. To find his way out of this fucking mess. Back home, back to the hotel, back to Charlie and Vaggie and Niffty and even Alastor.  And most importantly: Back to fucking Husk.

Almost done with the gen his head turned as he heard two sounds at the exact same time: The sound of another generator coming alive and Renato's pained cry. That stupid man... Instead of running, Renato most likely had stayed on the gen to finish it, sacrificing himself to be thrown onto a hook. Angel shook his head, trying hard to focus on connecting cables and switch out gears. The others could get him off. They had learned that he was best at two things: Getting gen’s to work and screw with the killers.

But apparently, no one came close to Renato in time - when Angel stood up from the now running machine, he felt the dreading boom of a successful sacrifice - Renato had been swallowed by the entity, and from the muffled screams and misfiring generators him he knew that Ace had been already hung up too, and Kate was at least injured, if not on her way to be hooked by this rounds killer. Another boom told him Ace had given up - that asshole had most likely struggled too much to get himself off instead of waiting for him or Kate, and lost the fight against Roo's hungry claws. Which left him and Kate, and two generators to open the exit gates - not the best odds, with how fast this Killer acted and how idiotically nervous the usually so assured girl fumbled with the generators. He could wait for Kate to die and go for the hatch, but Angel knew he wouldn't. Not for Kate. Not after seeing so much of Charlie in her.

He made a dash down the stairs and through the arcade room, peeking his head out and spotting Kate's limp body on a nearby meat hook, swaying gently in the breeze. next to her stood an unfamiliar, cloaked silhouette, twirling a knife skillfully in gloved hands. This fucker was new, someone Angel had never encountered before. But he had heard things about him. The guys around the campfire had been wary of him, but as usual, Angel quickly had most of the girls at least interested in and friendly to him, and from the latest conversations, he remembered Feng-Min and Claudette talking about a new killer, a stalker like Magic Mike but more real, more humanlike which made them even more terrified of him. Someone that, unlike the others Angel encountered, seemed to be almost casual and gleeful to have been wisped away and thrown into trials by Roo, treating the trials like a personal, fun game... and from what he heard, he always won them.

He looked around and found an old can. Quickly and noiseless, he snuck along the Arcade walls to the opposite doorway, and hurled it with as much force as he could into the woods, trying to hit a hook to make as much noise as possible. He heard the guy's quiet steps outside, quickly but silently rushing towards his distraction, and Angel grinned as he exited the arcade room and ran towards a groaning Kate.

"Shh, babe, we ain't got much time, that fucker's fast." Angel whispered, quickly working on patching Kate up so she wouldn't leave a bloody trail behind her. "Angel, he's too good, I can't..." "'Ya can. I'll handle tall, dark and gruesome, make sure he won't get near 'ya. But 'ya gotta do two gens, okay? Open the exit the furthest away from us and go. Don't wait up for me - I can handle myself." His sentence ended as he finished closing her wound, and he shoved her into some bushes after she hesitantly looked around. "Don't argue, just move your ass, toots, and hide till the creep's found me."

Kate nodded, giving him a weak smile and a hushed 'Thanks, Angel.' before she turned and vanished between the trees. Angel looked up, the dark clouds swirling above him as the entity's - Roo's - displeasure vibrated through the air. She always hated when he did things like these - helping the others (maybe it was the general idea of doing good deeds) and her getting pissed off make Angel smug and satisfied.

"Yeah, yeah, bitch, rage all 'ya want - Bite me."

Angel didn't even try to be decent, no, he not much less than swaggered in the direction of where he threw the can. It was quiet, except for the humming of the generator Renato must've finished, but no sign of the cloaked figure. 

“Gee, look at little old me! All alone in the woods, totally helpless. Such a shame.”

Angel discreetly traced for blood or maybe footprints as he rounded a nearby hook, trailing the cold metal with one finger. He had a feeling of being watched, and yet couldn't see anything but trees and grass and dirt. The fog was thicker here, and a shiver ran through him as he could feel a pair of eyes on him, watching, waiting.

“Where are ‘ya, daddy-o? Baby lost his pacifier and needs something else to suck on…”

A quiet whir behind him made him turn and grab a lean and muscular arm, stopping the blade just mere inches away from his side. He stared not into a face, but a mask - a white, cheap looking rubber one, a white face with two black holes that looked like they were melting and a long, equally black mouth open as if in a blood-curdling scream. Angel cackled and tugged the arm, the killer surprised by his unexpected strength, stumbling forward until his head hit the hard, rusty metal of the meat hook.

"Uuuuh, what a nice long blade 'ya have, hot stuff." he cooed, putting his hands on his hips with a smirk as the cloaked figure whipped around with a grunt. "But if 'ya want to rearrange my guts, I know other things than a knife that are way more fun."

"You're a mouthy one, huh?" His voice was rough and saturated with aggravation. Young, not as young as the Legion fuckers, but younger than most of the killers Angel had met.

"Oh, daddy, 'ya don't know half of what my mouth can do. Care to find out?"

Angel dodged and tripped him as the killer pounced forward, quick but not inhumanly quick - interesting. His height was human, his voice too, his mannerisms, his motions, his speed and his abilities... not supernatural. Not like the other killers at all. He used the second of his weak momentum to lock the already twisting figure between his legs, pinning him on the waist into the dirty ground. Angel laughed as his upper pair of hands had the gloved wrists in a tight grasp, while he let his second pair of arms grow out of his sides to ram the fallen knife blade-first into the ground. In the distance, he hears a generator pop into life - Kate was doing her part, one more to go. Good girl.

"Fuck, you... survivors are not supposed to fight back." the stranger growled, squirming under him.

"Dang it, I forgot - we oughta run from 'ya! And 'yer supposed to kill me, right? And yet, here we are, handsome."

Through the layers of ragged, black clothes and cloak, Angel could feel a tight, muscular but lean body - hot, but definetly normal. Not bulky like the trapper dude, not slimy like the running Melty-face or cold and eerie feeling like the Ding-Dong-Douche. As the figure under him bucked again, he could also feel something else that was entirely human and he had to surpress a laugh.

"Ohooooo, daddy, is that a dagger in 'ya pants or are 'yay just happy to finally meet me?"

With a hot fury the killer ripped his hands free, planting a fist directly into his fluffy chest with surprising force. With a breathy sound that was half cough and half wheeze, Angel's grip around the young man's waist weakened, enough for the cloaked man to throw him off. Angel could hear a rib break at the sudden punch to his side - motherfucker, that would be a bitch to heal after the trial. As he propped himself back on his arms, the cool, dirty steel of his own knife's blade touched his throat and forced his gaze upwards to meet the mask's holes.

"Enough with the goddamn nicknames. I'm fucking Ghostface, and you better remember that name as you'll scream it when I'm done with you."

Jesus, that new guy made it too easy for him.

"Mmmmh... Kinky."

Decades of whipping around poles and fucking every porn actor pride had to offer - twice - had one or two good things going for Angel. Bendy as he was, and with strong, long legs he had no problem to just pull one of them forward and ram the pointy heel of one of his overknee boots straight into Ghostface's balls, leaving his captor sputtering and writhing while Angel pushed backwards to stand upright. He sauntered towards the disoriented man, kicking the knife further out of reach and looked at him with both pity and amusement as the last generator went off, and the blaring sirens of an exit gate about to be opened echoed through the forest. Kate was near - too near for Angel's taste, but it had to do.

"A'ight, Ghost Daddy, that's my cue. Me and Katie are gonna fuck off, was fun though, 'ya might get the hang of the whole killer thing if 'ya keep practicing."

"We'll see about that, Angel-Cakes."

Angel-Cakes.

The name echoed in his head like a bad spell, a curse. Fucking Roo must've fed him that fucking pet name, these dreaded words that Valentino had always used, along with his intoxicating pheromone smoke that had left him dizzy and weak-willed too many times to count. Using the moment of his stunned stupor, Ghostface flipped around, getting up with a speed Angel didn't deem possible or had accounted for, and rammed his elbow into his face before he started running - not to go for his blade that laid aside about four feet away or the trembling Angel, but straight for the woods. Straight for the opening exit gate. Straight for Kate.

Angel's eyes widened as a dark, content thunder roared from above - that bitch. That stupid bitch and her fucking new toy.

With a dizzy head he ran after him, wheezing from the pain in his face and stomach. There was Kate, screaming as she saw Ghostface coming, charging at her, her knuckles white from the tight grip on the lever to the saving exit. He could see her legs tense and start to bend to take off and make a dash to flee, to maybe hide, and before he could think any further, Angel lunged forward, using a tree as leverage to throw himself forward and tackle the approaching killer to the ground. There were gloved hands and black fabric everywhere, furiously trying to get him off, entangling in his limbs and his fluff and his hair, but Angel didn't care. He knew now what Roo wanted - had wanted all along. He had played her game exactly how she had wanted him to play it without realizing - Surviving the trials and saving his own ass. Good deeds upset her.

"Don'tcha let go of that fucking lever, Kate!" Angel shouted, feeling his head pulled by his hair back into his neck. Ghostface punched, pulled and clawed at anything he could find of him, but Angel held onto the fighting frame - today would be the first day he'd die in a trial. And that was exactly what Angel wanted. The signature bell sound of the dooms clock went off as Angel heard the heavy gates slide open. In the mess of his wrestling with the cursing killer he caught a glimpse of Kate, her eyes fixated on him as she started to run towards him. Her expression, her eyes... they had almost the same look in them like Husk's when Roo had pulled him away. Determined to get to him. Desperate to help him.

"NO KATE, GO!" he screamed, and was awarded another painful punch into his face and his hair pulled even further, but he didn't let go, even when tears started to wet his face, and Ghostface's laugh mingled with Kate's distressed shouts and cries as he felt cold, hard steel piercing his side. "FUCKING GO! NOW, DAMN IT!"

The earth shook with Roo's anger as the girl, sobbing his name, ran back and bolted through the gates into the nothingness. Finally, Angel let go of the heavy breathing killer. A twist of the knife and his arms gave out, his head falling next to Ghostface's masked face, only a small pool of blood escaping his lips.

"God fucking damn it - Fucking idiot, you ruined it. FUCK! What a pathetic excuse for someone called 'Angel'." The killer ranted with panicked rage, pulling on the slipped and oddly twisted mask that only clung to half of his face to pull it off and throw it on the ground with a frustrated growl as he got off him. Deep brown hair clung on his forehead from sweat, framing dead eyes with dark circles under them. His face was handsome, maybe even pretty, with sharp angles and a strong, set jaw that was locked in anger.

"Anthony."

The clock rang again, and the ground was breaking apart into deep red’s and black's.

"What the fuck did you say?"

The man stared at him, knife still in his hand as Angel smiled a bloodstained grin.

"My name, asshole. S'Anthony... Angel's the name my fucking pimp got me. Just like your stupid-ass one." He managed to throw the offended looking man before him a grin. "Can't tell me 'ya gave yourself such a lame-as-fuck name."

"You're pathetic. She honored me with that name - it's nothing like with you and your... pimp."

Angel laughed as he reached down to him with his black gloves to throw him over his shoulder. He didn't resist, no use in that anyway with the wound in his side, even if he wantted to. But Roo's anger was electrifying the air around him, she was upset in more than just one way. Not only had Angel found a way to get under her skin and sour her game - but it seemed that she was especially angry about the way her newest toy had handled this trial, and him.

"'Ya just wait, Ghost Boy. With folks like her and Val, they always show their real face, sooner or later. And I have a feeling 'ya gonna see for 'yaself real soon." ***

Ghostface's face was stoic and emotionless as he threw the skinny man on the hook. The world she had created was already crumbling - he was just in time. Three out of four wasn't bad, he knew that. But it wasn't just that he missed the perfect four. If she hadn’t helped him, he would've failed even more than he had. He felt her anger, her fury bubbling beneath the realm she created. Gone was the soothing aura and the gentle caress of her invisible fingers on his cheeks. All he felt was hot gushes of wind and unseen sharp nails scratching on his arms and neck. And for the first time, he feared the punishment.

"Danny." He said quietly, watching as the survivor's grin widened before the lights behind his unusual, unsettling eyes slowly disappeared. "I was Danny once."

The last words of Angel - no, Anthony - echoed in his head as the entity's claws ripped into the white and pink flesh of his victtim, pulling him up and ttowards the swirling clouds and the black fog, hot and scorching instead of cool and calming, wrapped around him and Ghostface fell - Not into the familiar darkness, but into a sea of fire, smoke and unbearable pain.

[darkdoverpseeker]

hello dbd!! that's right, i'm on the hunt for some dead by daylight plots on discord 🔦🔦 i'm specifically looking for something smut-heavy, so if that isn't your cup of tea feel free to pass this up. i'm looking to bring omegaverse elements to the fog, with tons of kink and fun for all! we can discuss the details in private, but i will say that i have a survivor oc i would like to use for this plot. i'm open to doubling and can play the wraith, the plague, the demogorgon, anyone in the legion, pyramid head, the artist, and the singularity. i'm 22, looking for 20+ only, and i write on discord!

interact if interested!

[findyourrp]

🕊Okay, okay! It's me again, sending out too many ads because there are too many things I wanna do xD

But since I got a little bored today, I decided to get on DBD(dead by Daylight)again, after 3 months of break from the game, so here I am, back in love with the game again. And with this, I'm looking for a FxF OCxCC roleplay!

I'm looking for someone 18+, that is willing to play Kate Denson, The Artist (Carmina) or Adriana Imai against my female OC. And in return, I'm willing to double up and play a characters of those listed below for you! In case you want that. (Females only because I want it to be an FxF Roleplay) I want this to be a rapid fire roleplay and my style ranges from semi lit to novella and I mostly do 3-5 paras per reply.

- Meg Thomas

- Nea Karlsson

- Yui Kimura- Claudette Morel

- Haddie Kaur

- Feng Min

- Claudette Morel

- Mikaela Reid

- Thalita Lyra

- Zarina Kassir

- Elodie Rakoto

& last but no least, pretty much any female killer, except the licenced ones.

We can also do CCXCC if that's what you prefer! Please keep in mind that this woll contain heavy smut and maybe even some dead dove themes! So minors dni!

Please don't ghost me! You'll be blocked ASAP! ^-^

to this if interested and I'll find you! Roleplay over Discord only! ^-^

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[youcancallmenoob]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

what’s your phone wallpaper : Lock screen is old pic of my bf and home screen is a shared dino pic with my husband xd last song you listened to : Lament of the Orphanmaker Chase Noseworthy. So i can daydream my own storiessss

currently reading :Im not reading... but i know last thing i did read was a dbd clown fanfic...smut...

last movie : The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse (i cried like whole thing) last show : FUGGET ABOUT IT (idk why i like that familyguy clone)

what are you wearing right now : MY NEW SPORT DRESS! black dress that has shorts and sport bra build in it. also pockets. its my love of comfy

how tall are you? :  160cm 5.2???? i thinkkkkk- i might be fking wrong piercings / tattoos? : Ears 4. Nose. tongue. nips. / small vulpix on my arm. Dead rabbit with snake and birds on my tigh. Big artistic pic of like. changing killing the past mistakes....blablabla...love it glasses? contacts? : NON i am not like u heathens (jk. u know the joke of "god mafe u perfect dont change it. THEN WHY THE F U WEAR CLASSES IF U PERF) last thing you ate? : EGGS. Fried salted eggs.

favorite color(s): Dark green. My hair is green. All has to be green current obsession : DBD Clown (didnt even need to type that one thanx) And Tmnt 2003 Hun

any pets : Staffordshire Bull Terrier! He is a lil fancy baby boy. old bby boy. do you have a crush right now?: I have problem of keeping ppl as friends so yes XD small. favorite fictional character: absolute fav....safe place. my first baby man. TF2 medic. last place you traveled : Local store... for alchol....i dont travel. one longer was month ago to dif city to see my bf.

Tagged by: @lettherebemonsters (i goed little giggly bitch mode someone fking members me)

Tagging: @aphrxxxdite @archiarthur @butchtrait (no i havent forgotten about u im just. doing non pirate shit)