#frank Morrison smut

[aceviscontiswife]

I'm really new to Dead by Daylight and I'm really enjoying your fics. So, story prompt:

Reader is a survivor who was just gifted a new outfit by the entity that, unknown to reader includes a pair of remote control vibrating panties. Then reader shows up in a trial with the killer who reader has been flirting with and secretly crushing on and killer (who flirts right back and also has a crush on reader) finds a mysterious remote in their pocket.

I'd love Danny and Frank (separately, please) and anyone else you feel like writing.)

Survivor!Reader wearing remote controlled vibrating panties in a trial

Killers: Danny (Ghostface), Frank (Legion), Wesker.

Afab!Reader. Warnings: petnames such as dollface, babygirl, babe, and dearest. Vibrating panties (that reader was not aware of), masturbation, Wesker’s a bit of an ass at first.

•When you wake up in the cornfields of Coldwind, you don’t suspect anything at first. You were loving your new outfit, it fit you perfectly and showed off your assets. You were hoping to see Ghostface this trial, since you knew this outfit would probably send him into overdrive.

•Its only when you begin to work on a generator when you feel a light vibration against your womanhood. It sends a tingle down your spine and straight to your core. Your thighs press together in an attempt to conceal the steadily growing arousal, but it only seems to make it stronger. You had no idea what was causing this, but it had to be some cruel prank of the entity’s.

•Danny was a little confused when he found the small remote in his pocket, and after a few seconds of staring down at the remote in his hand, he pressed one of the buttons.

•It didn’t take Danny very long to find you, all by yourself, wearing the sexiest clothes Danny’s ever seen. That alone was enough to get him hard, but what he saw next nearly sent him insane. You slapped a hand over your mouth, your thighs squirming against each other as you moan against your hand. You could barely even work on the generator… That’s when Danny put two and two together, and oh man, you were in for a treat.

“Oh, dollface…” You whip around to face where the voice—Danny’s voice came from. He was standing behind you, leaning against a stack of crates with a small remote in his hand. You begin to speak, but your words are taken from you and replaced with a gasp as Danny presses one of the remotes buttons, the vibrating sensation in your panties growing even stronger. Danny laughed at the sight, pushing himself off of the crates and taking a step towards you. “Looks like the entity gave us both a gift, hmm?” Danny watches you grab onto the generator to support yourself, a strangled moan escaping your lips as he cranks up the vibrations to their highest setting. “I say we enjoy our treat.”

•When Frank found a small remote in his pocket, he immediately did what anyone would’ve done—he pressed the buttons. All of them.

•Needless to say, you were caught off guard when a there sudden strong vibrating sensation in your panties. It was a lot, also very confusing. After a few seconds, you had grown used to the sensations. It didn’t take long until you were rendered into a hazy, pleasure-filled state of bliss.

•You barely managed to get yourself to the killer shack, leaning against one of the lockers and biting down on your hand to keep quiet. Your free hand was shoved up your shirt, teasing your breasts through your bra.

•That’s how Frank found you, his eyes going wide behind the mask and his cock twitching in his pants as he watched you touch yourself. Your hips were grinding up into the air, and it was only when Frank heard a faint buzzing did he realize what was going on. It was like a flip of a switch, Frank went from shocked and a little confused to very turned on and very aware of what he was doing to you. Trial be damned, Frank was going to enjoy this alot more than killing some idiotic survivors.

“Fuck, babygirl… You couldn’t wait till the trial was over, could you?” You stop in your tracks when you hear Frank, your eyes snapping open to be met with the sight of Frank leaning against shacks doorway, remote in hand. He shakes his head when you stop, pressing one of the buttons on the remote and amplifying the vibrations in your panties. “Didn’t say you could stop, did I?” Frank groans when you begin to touch yourself again, the masked killer reaching down to rub his cock through his jeans. “Good girl… You want me to make it feel even better? I can make you feel amazing, babe.”

•At first, Wesker ignored the small remote in his pocket. He had a job to do, after all. The only distraction he allowed was you, anything else was simply not important to him. It was soon becoming hard to ignore, however, and Wesker angrily admits to himself that he needed to see what this remote did. Maybe it was a gift from the entity? Something to help him out in trials? Wesker was one of the entity’s strongest and smartest killers, he’s earned himself a reward.

•When Wesker eventually presses one of the buttons and nothing happens, he’s a… little upset. How dare the entity give him some useless piece of garbage? He was Albert Wesker, the Mastermind, not one of the Legion’s immature teenagers!

•If only he could’ve seen how you almost folded in on yourself when a surprising, strong feeling of vibrations began to surge through your panties. A gasp escapes your lips, ultimately catching the attention of your concerned teammates. You lie, telling them ‘You thought you saw the killer.’

•You’re barely able to complete the generator with your team, quickly coming up with some excuse to separate from your team, sneaking off to a secluded area of the map to deal with yourself.

•Wesker could hear faint moaning and panting coming from the Garden of Joy’s dark bedroom, and believing it to be an injured survivor, he quickly makes his way to the bedroom. What he saw inside the room wasn’t an injured survivor, it was you. Oh… that’s what the remote does? Wesker was quick to realize what was going on when he saw you on the rundown bed, hands covering your mouth and your hips jerking up into the air. He laughs, catching your attention.

“So this is what you do instead of helping your team? Tsk, so predictable.” You couldn’t stop the shameless moan that left you, as well as the breathless pleads for Wesker to help you out. He was enjoying this more than he’d admit… the sight of you like this was something Wesker had wanted to see for some while now, and it only made him even more aroused to know that he was the cause of your overwhelming pleasure. “Already so overstimulated and you haven’t even been touched…” Wesker laughs, shaking his head and taking a step towards you. “Come here, dearest… This is only the beginning.”

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I actually had a lot of fun writing this! It was new for me, and I honestly loved it :) Hope you enjoy, love ya! ❤️

[skulla-rxcks]

Final girl ✃

Paring: Frank Morrison (the legion) x afab reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: g0re, extremely dubious consent, major deaths, PIV, kn1fe play, DDNE ?

Taglist: @f3lix00 @channiesgoodgirl @mal-lunar-28 @bangchans-gf5 @fun-fanfics @iwannabangchan @linosluver

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!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

Kate Denson and I are sitting down on a log at a campsite, waiting for our friends to come back, it’s been around an hour or two now and we’re starting to get worried.

“Hey are you feeling alright? You seem out of it.” Kate says, putting her arm around me. “Yeah yeah.. just thinking” I sigh, curving my lips into a slight smile.

“When do you think Dwight and the others will get back here? I’m starting to get a bad feeling about this.” I ask, turning my head slightly to look at her while it’s in my hands. “Who knows, hopefully they’re okay. If not we can go looking for them.” She tries to reassure me, which just ends up making me feel even more off, I don’t know why.

“We’re camping in the middle of the fucking woods! They could be anywhere.” A weird feeling of panic spreads through my body, making me feel weirdly anxious suddenly, like I have a bad feeling about this; about where our friends are and what’s happening to them. “Fuck it. I’m gonna go look for them.” I blurt out, Kate’s expression turns into worry. “Don’t. It’s getting dark what if you get lost?”

“I’ll be fine, worst that could happen is a bear or some animal attacking me. Not like there’s a murderer or anything.”

“I’m not gonna stop you because I know I probably can’t, and I’m worrying about our friends too. But just come back straight away if anything seems off alright?” She replies, I nod back in response and stand up, heading on my way to try and find them, hopefully they’re safe. Kate watches as I leave, her hand slowly moving off of my arm.

My heart feels heavy as I slowly begin to walk away from our makeshift ‘campsite’. I’m not even far away yet, why do I feel so weird? frightened even, like I’m nervous for what’s to come. I cant stop now however though, Kate’s counting on me. I turn around and glance behind me one more time before continuing on, I take in a deep breath, trying to calm myself down and make sure I’m ready for what’s to come. The last thing I need right now is to lose control over myself and become another person who freaks the fuck out at the smallest things. I shake the thoughts out of my mind, focusing my attention back onto finding my friends.

A few minutes pass and I look back, the campsite I came from is officially out of my eye sight, meaning I’m in the depths of the forest now. I walk deeper in; following the dirt path, I notice a strange red liquid on the ground, I follow it. Praying and hoping it doesn’t lead to anything bad..

After following the bloody trail, my eyes widen in fear at the site before me, no way this is real.

it has to be a dream right? Scared, I rub my eyes and realise what infront of me is indeed the bodies of my friends, Dwight, Meg, Bill and Yui. Their corpses are stacked ontop of each other in a gruesome pile, making me slightly sick at the sight. Stab wounds are all over their bodies, blood still spewing out of the wounds, they don’t look extremely fresh but definitely not old..

I begin to panic. wondering if Kate’s okay, I should go back to the campsite and tell her then we should get out of here. I really hope it’s not too late. please be okay Kate, please be okay. I start to hurry back, my feet almost running against the path, my footsteps getting heavier and heavier with each step I take.

half of me thinks this is my fault, I was the one that suggested for us to all hang out now it’s a fucking disaster, this wouldn’t have happened if I never had an idea in my head for us to go camping, I thought it would be fun. turns out it wasn’t and now practically every single one of us is fucking dead because of me!

I make my way back to the site, out of breath from running. “Kate? you there?” I call out, not seeing or hearing a sign of her. fuck fuck fuck! this is a disaster! I can’t loose someone else I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

I walk around, panic erupting my bones as I look down, seeing one more corpse lying before me causing me to scream out at the brutality at this one; Kate’s. it’s Kate’s corpse, her heads been brutally cut off the cut looks chunky and painful almost like it’s been done with a knife, revealing the tendons of her neck; some are still connected, making the site of my dead friend sickening to look at as if the situation and the dead body before me isn’t gross and disturbing enough in itself.

but that’s not the issue right now..

All my friends are dead. everyone has died. I’m alone and probably fucking next.

- - - - - - -

“does a pretty girl like you wanna live? hehe..” I suddenly feel hot breathing on my neck making me shiver, I glance down and see a bloody knife being pressed against my neck.

“o-of course I do why are you.. why are you doing this?” I cry out, feeling tears form in my eyes. “because it’s fucking fun? now do you want to live or not~” he smirks, turning me around and pushing me against my now dead friends trailer.

“give me what I want. and I’ll let you live it’s simple.” he giggles, leaning closer to me, I look up, realising the man has a mask on covering his face under his hoodie which is stained with blood.

“what do you want from me..?” I ask whispering quietly, a hint of fear in my voice.

“you. take your clothes off if you want to live. Been a while since I’ve had a good fuck.” he chuckles, cutting his knife through the fabric of my clothes, slicing them off like butter, no wonder Kate’s head was cut off with just a knife, a god damn sharp one that is.

“fuck you..!” I spit at him, watching as my clothes get ripped from my body. I feel my tears roll down my face as I feel helpless against the man.

my hands start to feel numb as a cold breeze brushes past my shoulders, i get a hint of confidence and try to escape, attempting to fight him off of me but my attempts are of course useless.

“haha.. don’t try to fight it~ I always love a good crybaby. so Fucking pathetic.” He taunts, pressing himself against me harder now, I can feel his growing bulge against my thigh. his grip on my wrist loosens a little bit, but he doesn’t loosen it completely.

I begin struggling against him again, but he tightens his grip on my wrist, forcing me to stay still until it hurts. “finally you stopped fighting huh?” he smiles, removing his hand from my wrist now that he can feel my pain. I gasp heavily at the sudden loss of contact. “now you gonna do what I say or what?”

“I-I’ll do it I’ll let you fuck me.. just don’t.. kill me..” I whine, looking at him with pleading eyes, staring at the mask covering his face. He leans in a bit closer to my face, I look up at him in pure fear. “that’s the spirit~” I can hear the smirk on his face from underneath the mask. I feel another tear run down my face as I’m put on the spot, I slide my panties off before unclipping my bra; standing completely nude infront of the masked murderer.

“Good girl. not even fighting it.” he begins unbuckling his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers; his hard dick standing straight as he sets it free. Holding a knife to my neck once again he forces me onto the ground, my nude body now getting dirty as he begins to kicks me, trying to make me bruised up. I watch as he gets harder; somehow getting turned on from seeing me get hurt. Did he get the same sexual thrill out of killing my friends? I wonder.

“Get on your knees and suck it.” He demands, slapping my face with his cock before violently pushing it into my mouth, making me gag. I feel my eyes begin to get wet again, and before I know it I’m crying.

“oh stop fucking crying! so stupid.. stupid slut!” I get another slap to my face, this time with his hand. His other hand clenches his knife and stabs me lightly in the thigh. “suck it harder. take it deeper!” he yells, laughing as he continues cutting and slicing my legs up making me whimper around his dick in pure pain. this is a nightmare.

Not too long after he cums in my mouth, forcing me to swallow his seed.

“bend over.”

I obey, getting on my hands and knees, feeling the fresh blood dripping down my leg. I let out a cry as he pushes into my tight cunt raw.

“aww poor little bunny, can’t do anything about it because I’ll fucking kill you! haha!” he teases, making me feel helpless and like a useless sex slave. “I h-hate you… ah..” I moan out, my face scrunching up as he pushes in and out of my pussy.

I try to convince myself that I don’t like this - that I don’t want this - and that I’m only doing this so I don’t die but something about how he feels inside me is intoxicating. “stupid little bitch being held at knife point sobbing all over my dick!” he laughs, moving a little faster.

“stop… I wan’t it to stop…” I beg, feeling betrayed by my body as my muscles clench around his length, my body wanting him but my mind disagreeing. “shut up and enjoy it!” he spanks me and picks up his knife again, cutting up my ass, thighs and lower back, making me bleed and yelp out in pain.

“I hate you…” I cry out, trying to block everything out, hoping it’ll end soon.

“you agreed so stop bloody whining!” he growls, pounding my cunt faster now, making me sob as my pussy contracts around him, my insides begging for more of his cock.

“I only said yes so you wouldn’t fucking kill me.. mmgh!” as I say that he lands another cut on my ass, this one deeper that the others, the blood pouring out of my skin at a faster rate. I feel him grip my ass, directly over the fresh wound, squeezing my ass cheek to support himself as he fucks my hole. “ah., ah.. fuck.. I hate you.. fucking.. murderer!”

“shut up! focus your pity mouth on moaning for me and my cock!” he groans. I can’t believe this man killed all of my best friends and is now fucking me.

“please.. stop please I can’t… I can’t fucking take it anymore... I can’t take it anymore..” My head starts to spin and I feel dizzy; everything seems to be fading away, the blood loss and my upcoming orgasm now overtaking my body.

“come for me.. come for me fucking bitch!” he yells. soon after I tighten around him and finally cum, somehow after all of that I can still find a release.

“good. be glad you could live, sweet dreams my little bunny~” I hear his voice whisper into my ear before I finally pass out.

[darthwhorecrux]

MINORS DNI

Frank Morrison/Legion x Survivor!reader

TW: smut, mentions of stabbing and a knife

You hadn't properly kept track of time, but you knew it had been long since the fog first took you, long since you had been entrapped in this godforsaken place. You had been here long enough to go through the five stages of grief, and long enough to realize that you still had needs to be fulfilled, even if that meant sacrificing your morals and your pride.

That's why you were now the last survivor in Frank's trial, waiting for him to find you and fuck you senseless. A predator onto prey, Frank Morrison had been making moves on you for what had to be months now. You denied him each time, slapping his wandering hands away when he had you cornered during a trial, only to get slashed, hooked, and sacrificed, the brutal price for rejecting him. One day, whether you were unusually horny or just out of your mind, it didn't feel so bad to have his hand fondling your breasts, and you ended up letting him do whatever he wanted.

You'd been sleeping with him for a few weeks now after having discovered that the sex was surprisingly good. The more you did it, the less shameful you felt. If you were going to suffer for eternity, might as well try to enjoy yourself here and there, and after the last few trials, you needed this, needed him.

You waited patiently inside a house in Haddonfield, sitting atop an abandoned bed, savoring the comfort of the cushy material while you had the chance and the peaceful quiet with no one else around. You kicked your shoes off and curled up in the corner, flinching at every little noise and creak in the house as you anxiously anticipated Frank's arrival.

You heard footsteps downstairs, and then his loud mouth, "you in here, shitbird?"

"Yeah, upstairs!" You called back shakily, listening to his boots clunk up the stairs and down the hall.

It was dark, making you shiver when Frank's silhouette appeared in the doorway. He stood there, watching you furled in on yourself against the wall. As he got closer, you realized his mask was already off, and his hood down, his scarred face illuminated by nothing but the moonlight shining in through the broken window.

The bed dipped as he sat on it, wrapping a calloused hand around the back of your calf. "You cold?" He snickered.

"Yes," you hissed defensively, shivering on cue. "Take your shoes off."

"Since when do you think you can order me around?" He scoffed and roughly yanked you forward, but there was a grin on his lips. Unlike most of the other killers, there remained a human element to Frank.

"It'll be more comfortable," you mewled. "Please?"

He huffed, reluctantly releasing your leg and moving to pull his boots off, unceremoniously tossing them into the opposite corner of the room. "This better, sweetheart?" Frank cooed sarcastically.

"Mhm," you nodded, lips tugging into a cheeky smile. "I'm still cold though."

"That's hardly my problem," he said, then added smugly, "you won't be cold in a few minutes," as he reached to pull down your skirt.

You grabbed his wrists to stop him. "Can't I wear your hoodie? Just until I warm up?"

"You are so goddamn needy today," he groaned in annoyance. "But fine. Any other requests?"

"Not right now," you giggled.

He shook his head as he started to pull off his jacket and hoodie. You struggled to make out his expression in the dark, hoping to see him smiling. Once his hoodie was off, he went back to your skirt, practically ripping it down your legs before lifting your top off just as aggressively. He reached behind your back with one hand to unclip your bra, hissing as he watched your nipples harden after being exposed to the chill air.

He reached for you, taking one of your tits in his hand and running a thumb over your nipple. You moaned and squirmed. "Frank, please," you begged, shivering to remind him.

"Alright, alright." He reluctantly released you, grabbing his zip hoodie and throwing it around your shoulders. You pushed your arms through each sleeve as he held it up, pulling it around your torso and humming contentedly at the fleeting warmth of his body heat.

"This isn't cuddle time," he reminded you, pulling it apart to reveal your breasts again. He took another moment to admire them before pulling his knife out and using it to cut your panties off, pulling the ruined material away from your skin.

Completely exposed aside from his hoodie around your back and arms, you pulled your knees to your chest, trying to stay warm.

"Huh uh," Frank shook his head at you. "Open them now."

You pouted but obeyed, leaning back onto the bed and spreading your legs apart.

"Fuuuuck." He threw his head back. Your eyes dropped to his pants, watching greedily as the fabric tightened around his crotch. He wasted no more time, undoing his belt and pulling both his pants and boxers off in one go, throwing them off to the side with the rest of your clothes.

He crawled toward you, pressing a finger to your heat. "Knew you'd already be soaked," he laughed meanly before spitting on you. You gasped, and he chuckled again, mixing his juices with yours before pushing them into you. Now it was your turn to throw your head back, whining and arching your back as he curled his finger inside you.

"What are you being so fucking quiet for?" He asked you angrily, pumping and twisting his finger in and out of you faster and faster. "No one's around. You had better get loud or I'll give you a reason to scream."

You cried out, moaning louder at his command. "That's it," he slurred. "That's my good little slut." He added another finger, and you got impossibly louder, hips bucking into his palm as his hand slapped against you viciously.

You knew your voice was going to be hoarse when you got back to the fire, but you couldn't care at the moment. You wanted to be good for Frank, to let him see how obedient you could be because that's how you got what you wanted.

"You ready to get fucked yet?" He asked, grabbing a handful of your breast and pinching your nipple.

You squealed and squirmed. "Yes! Yes! Please give me your cock, Frank, please!"

You whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of you, only to push his dick inside moments later. He wasn't necessarily small, but not too big either, but he was thick, so thick that no matter how many times you took him, you still always felt the stretch when he first started.

And Frank being Frank, he hardly ever gave you time to adjust, pushing in to the hilt once before starting to pound into you. He slapped your tits and then wrapped his hand around your neck to anchor himself, roughly snapping his hips against yours. All the while you stayed loud for him, though it was becoming less and less of an act as you struggled to take his fat cock into your tight walls.

"Look so cute in my hoodie," he grunted, applying light pressure to your neck. Your cheeks warmed at the compliment. "Love watching your pretty little pussy take my cock while you're wearing my hoodie. You're fucking mine. You got that?"

"I'm yours," you croaked out the affirmation. "I'm yours."

"Yeah you are." His pace was brutal. The entire bed creaked and shook as he practically pounded you into the mattress, and though you were starting to sweat in his jacket, you didn't dare tell him about it. You'd rather keep it on, knowing now that he liked seeing it on you, that it made him get so possessive.

Frank's hands fell to your waist, his fingers digging into your sides as he pulled you against him now with each thrust. The heat in your core was becoming unbearable, and you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he beat you to the punch. "Gonna cum," he repeated, pressing a hand to your stomach to hold you down.

He struggled to hold it in, his thumb messily pressing against your clit to rub tight erratic circles. You grabbed his wrist, trying to push his hand away but he used his other hand to pin your hands down and away from him, continuing his assault on your pussy before the both of you were shaking and jerking uncontrollably. He held you down as he came inside of you. That was one perk of living in this realm. For whatever reason, you couldn't get pregnant, which meant Frank could fill you up as much as the both of you wanted.

You were both panting, lying in that dingy little bed next to one another. Frank never hung out for long, always slightly afraid the Entity would get mad if he took longer than he needed to. He got up and pulled his pants and boxers on before throwing on his leather jacket.

"Wait." You sat up, slightly dazed. "You don't want your hoodie back?"

"Nah." He didn't look at you as he spoke, zipping his jacket up. "Just keep it. I'll get it back when we go to the next trial anyway."

He left without another word, heading to the hatch to shut it before going to open one of the exit gates for you. He may have never stayed long after, but after you told him that you preferred the exit gate, that the hatch freaked you out, he always took the extra step to make sure you got out the way you wanted.

You put your regular clothes back on before pulling Frank's hoodie on over top, appreciating the added warmth for just a little bit longer as you made your way down to the open gate. Normally, Frank disappeared elsewhere on the map, never sticking around to watch you leave, but he was here now, standing with his hands stuffed in his pockets, his mask back on. It looked a little goofy without his hood pulled up over it. You tried not to laugh.

"Having second thoughts about letting me go?" You joked nervously.

He scoffed, suppressing a smile. "See you soon, smartass."

To your surprise, when you appeared back at the campfire, you looked down to find that the Entity let you keep the hoodie.

[fishyvamp]

I am stressed as hell right now with everything going on in the US so Imma going to write what I think some of my favorite killers are like when they're darling reader comes to them stressed as hell. Many of them are going to be readers I've already written about at least once so feel free to check the masterlist. If you want more head canons feel free to ask.

The Knight is startled when Eldritch!reader asks to just cuddle, you're smaller then usual body tense and when he touches your skin he can feel the hidden shadows trying to pull him in. "Anything for you Szeretet," he whispers picking you up and holding you against his chest. He takes you to his bed though it looks more like the nest you have in your castle then an actual bed. You smile realizing he's slowly bringing pieces of you in. He doesn't find himself worthy of you, but if you insist on asking him for comfort it would be his honor to provide it.

The Ghostface is confused as hell watching Hyde!reader pacing the room. You're killer side is usually scarily calm most of the time. However you look ready to lash out. Ready to pounce and shred the next person who so much as looks at you. You turn around seeing him there and he was bracing himself to get rushed and pinned against the wall, but it never came. Instead he watches you slowly move to him picking him up holding him in your arms as you move to the couch slumping down. You don't say anything to him, but you do hold him almost painfully tight against your chest. "Everything alright?" He asks you. Not sure how to feel about the non-committal grunt you give.

The Hillbilly doesn't think twice already wrapping you tight in the warmest knit blanket he's got, he's got popcorn, hot cocoa, and all the sweets you can gorge yourself on. Your favorite movie is on and he's just enjoying your company as you both lay on the couch, though if you don't calm down he might be inclined to help his little critter out by using other methods of getting your brain to shut down.

The Trapper doesn't react much just pulls you into bed and asks you to just speak. It doesn't matter if he understands he just wants to listen. He wants to hear everything, wants to make sure you feel heard. He smiles when you finally break your worries spilling like a faucet as he takes everything in asking questions when you pause. You seem at ease once you're done looking so peaceful tucked up under his arm. His Brat looks so sweet when they lay in bed next to him so peacefully. Burden him will you, it makes him feel less alone to hear you. Makes him feel lighter when he helps you share the emotional load.

The Executioner is use to it. You're already stressed about this and that. You aren't dating, but he does know how to get you calm down, you pinned beneath him in the bed as he humps against your ass. So fucking perfect he thinks feeling you melt against his touch. Such a needy toy, maybe he'll force you on your knees as he sharpens his knife, your face pressed against his thigh nose buried into his clothed groin. You're surrounded by his musk and for some reason that pacifies you. Not that pyramid head can complain.

The legion, they're solution to everything is horror movies and cuddle puddle. The neediest person in the center of the puddle a killer in each arm, a third holding behind while the fourth finds himself between your legs. The look smug when they finally get you to sleep. Your snoring soothing. It isn't long before they're passed out too.

[imtooscaredforthis]

Antagonist

Chapter Twenty Four: Alone Together

Mentions of: NSFW/Sexual Content, P in V, Oral sex, and slight drug use

A/N: Trying to post this for the fifth time today bcs tumblr fucking sucks. Enjoy!!

Tags: @vandeaad @prettycutebunny @dead-bxxxtch-walking @mama-miya

You watched as your handsome companion paced around your room nervously. “I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I came here. I just- I can’t stop thinking and I can’t sleep and-”

“Leon, it’s fine. Here, sit down and relax.” You told him. You would offer him another form of relaxation, but it’s the illegal kind and he kind of was a cop…so you’re not sure if he’d approve. You stuck to words of reassurance instead. “You know you can tell me anything right? We’re friends.”

He hesitated, taking a deep breath. “I can’t stop thinking…about you. I can’t get you off my mind, and it’s driving me crazy.”

Your eyes widened as you realized what he was saying. oh. Oh.

“I know it’s a lot, but it’s been killing me. I just had to tell you. I want you, _______.” You had to be dreaming, or hallucinating, or something. All you knew was that you wanted this too, more than anything.

So, you leaned in and kissed him. You kissed him hard, feeling the lust and want thrumming through your body, your heart racing. He kissed you back, slightly surprised by your actions, but reciprocating nonetheless. His lips were so soft against yours, keeping up with your quick pace.

You hadn’t done anything like this in a long time…even before you wound up here. You were far too busy with taking care of your sister, working constantly to make it by. Most of your sexual experiences had been average at best, but you had a good feeling about this one. Especially with how you could feel the butterflies and fireworks going off in your stomach as the kiss deepened.

You straddled him, pushing him back against the bed. You began to kiss down his neck, sucking hickeys into it, and nibbling occasionally. He groaned when you sucked on a sensitive spot, making him buck his hips against your lower back. You smirked as you felt his hardness pressing against you, repeating the action a couple of times.

“Wait, y-you’re sure you want this? You’re sure that I’m- that we’re not moving too fast?” He asked, slightly apprehensive as you began to unbuckle his belt.

“Yeah, You want this and I want it too. Nothing wrong with that. We’re just two adults who want to have a good time.” You pulled his pants down slightly, eyeing the bulge in his boxers. You stroked him through the material, before running your thumb over a damp patch where some precum started to leak through.

“Don’t you want to feel good?” You cooed, pressing a kiss to his earlobe.

“Yes- yes. I do. Please just- touch me.” His head fell to the side as he begged. You smirked at him, reaching inside and stroking his cock, making him moan.

You pulled away from him, moving down and positioning yourself between his legs. You wiggled his pants and boxers further down, smirking up at him. His cheeks went bright pink. “You don’t have to-”

“No but I want to, so I’m doing it.” You leaned in and pressed a small kiss to his tip. He had a pretty cock, larger than average, not too thick and not too long, with a throbbing pink tip. You opened your mouth and loosened your jaw, slowly working yourself down him.

“Oh fuck.” He moaned as you began to bob your head on him. You moved his free hand to the back of your head, letting him run his fingers through your hair and guide you.

Despite his hand in your hair, you went at your own pace, going a little faster just to watch him struggle. He gripped your hair hard, but not hard enough to be painful, his eyes rolling while he moaned. “God, You’re so good.”

He was a pretty sight, blonde hair sticking to his forehead, his face all flushed and sweaty, and pink lips parted. His chest heaved and his were thighs spread wide open, jerking in sensitivity.

“W-wait-” He moaned as you went faster, and you could feel him throbbing in your mouth. You made sure to keep eye contact as you watched him finish, committing the sight to memory.

You swallowed around him, letting him finish down your throat. Then, you pulled away with a parting kiss to his tip, making him jolt with overstimulation. “Jesus- that was- that was amazing. You’re amazing.”

Smirking, you leaned up and kissed him, brushing the hair out of his face, and letting him taste himself on your tongue. You pulled away. “Trust me, we’re just getting started.”

You removed your clothes and helped get rid of the rest of his. He kissed you, reaching down to caress your cunt. He ran two fingers over your slit, groaning at how soaked you were.

“So wet.” He mumbled against your lips, before kissing your neck gently. He rubbed slow gentle circles on your clit, and you couldn’t help but melt in his grip.

He pressed one finger in, and then two, slowly working you open. You gasped when he rubbed against that spongy spot inside, your eyes fluttering. This was so much better than you could’ve ever imagined.

You whined when he pulled his fingers out, your cunt clenching around nothing, needing to be filled. “I’m sorry- I just- I have to be inside.”

You nodded rapidly and straddled him, letting him slowly push his hips up and inside. The stretch burned just a little, before it became nothing but bliss. Once you were fully adjusted, you moved first, planting your hands on his chest and slowly rocking yourself.

Your nose brushed against his as you kissed him again, gazing down at him and watching his body. It looked like something carved out of a statue. His lean and muscular body and abs tensing with every roll of your hips.

He pushed his hips against yours, letting his cock brush against your G-spot, hitting it every single time. You moaned and dug your nails into his shoulders. It had been so long since you felt this good. Since the euphoria took over your senses and left you to just think about this.

“Fuck, Leon. Just like that.” You moaned breathlessly. He held your waist, his hips moving in unison with yours.

You were bouncing even faster against him now, and you let him lean in and wrap his mouth around one of your nipples. You arched your back, letting your eyes flutter as you moaned louder.

You had forgotten how good this felt. How good it could be. You should’ve done this a long time ago.

He rubbed at your clit and pushed into you harder, managing to get you to come first. He whined at the feeling of you pulsing around him before he finished quickly after, pulling out and climaxing on your stomach.

The two of you lay there in an exhausted heap, panting softly. You smiled over at him. “You feel better now?”

“Yeah..I do..”

It wasn’t long until he left, he had to go to a trial. You didn’t mind him going. To be honest, you weren’t sure how you felt about having him stay the night. He got dressed and walked over to you, kissing you goodbye. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you.” Once he left, you lit a cigarette. You took a few deep drags, slipping under the blankets and melting into the mattress, satisfied, exhausted, and alone…or so you thought.

[amoristt]

since you write for dbd now, can you write a drabble about frank (legion) finding reader in the trials, he used to know her and had feelings for her? can be dubcon/nsfw/sfw whatever you want!

yes yes yes ye sye sye sys yes

- gn! reader . NSFW . noncon referenced but if there's a continuation it'll be dubcon! - as always comments/reblogs are appreciated! - want to support me? heres my kofi!

Run, Rabbit | Frank Morrison/Reader

You don't know how it happened.

One moment, you're at work, mindlessly sweeping the floors of the supermarket you worked at like all the other drones employees around you. Time was ticking by astronomically slow and a part of you just wanted to throw your broom down and waltz out. Money be damned.

The last memory you could recall was heading towards the supply room to retrieve cleaning supplies and then… Nothing.

Nothing, and then, it was cold. It was damp, with harsh winds ruffling the fabric of your work uniform. You were outside standing in the middle of what looked like a road that had definitely seen some better days. The streetlight over head flickered in spasms and offered little light. From what you could make out, with narrowed eyes and dilating pupils, you seem to have found yourself planted in the middle of an abandoned town.

Kidnaping had crossed your mind, along with a million other horrific thoughts.

Would anyone even know where to look for you?

With little exploring along the looming walls of the 'town' you found what seemed to be a massive, electric gate. No power, and no way to climb out, so you took to exploring the town further. A certain… Dread filled you.

You couldn't put your finger on it but you swore you were being watched.

Feeling more prey than human you sauntered about, and used what little technician knowledge you'd learned over the years to tinker with generators in the hopes of powering your escape. It had been going well- until it wasn't. One wrong wire and boom. You were off like a bat out of hell.

The way your blood turned to ice when you heard a second set of footsteps behind you was criminal.

Heart in your throat, your fight or flight pumping shockwaves of adrenaline through your veins, your lungs heaving as you ran without even daring to lookback. You didn't have to. Awful, evil energy chased you- practically nipped at your heels. Mind screaming, eyes searching in desperation for somewhere to hide, you could have cried when you found yourself trapped in a corner of those tall, tall walls. Only then did you whip around to face your attacker.

A white, dirty mask adorned by a tall skinny figure has your breath hitching in your throat.

---

Frank could have jumped for joy when he heard the delightful sound of an explosion merely yards away. It was like Christmas day- like a gift from god. His blade was hungry in his hand, his eyes searching through the familiar darkness for the survivor.

Excitement vibrated on his skin when he saw the faintest form of a figure in the mist.

His pace picked up, and he gained on you faster than you'd thought possible. In mere moments he was less than a foot away, practically able to reach out, grab your hair and rip you to his feet. But, Frank's always found he loves the chase. He lets you get a couple feet on him, he lets you think you have a chance.

He lets you run yourself into a corner like a frightened rabbit.

And god, when you turn to look at him, with those big doe-like eyes and a trembling lower lip, he knows why the Entity had brought him here. He takes a pause of appreciation for a few seconds while you stumble backwards. When your feet hit the wall behind you, he drinks in your appearance, clicks his tongue tauntingly, and twirls his blade in his hands. Your fear ridden voice reaches him like a song.

A song that he finds himself… Recognizing.

From behind his mask, he narrows his eyes. He knows you- he's sure of it. Somehow…

It clicks somewhere in his brain when he really looks at you- past the fear, past the shaking fingers and the sheen of sweat over your skin. A wiry smile forms on his lips and he can't help but laugh to himself deep in his chest. The sound brings waves of terror that he can see course through you.

Years it's been since he's last seen you, he thinks. He'd been in this place for so long he isn't even sure. Maybe it was years, maybe it was decades, even. All he knew was that no matter how long it had been, you were here now, standing before him and completely at his non-existent mercy. He'd always been fond of you since he'd met you in Ormond. You were a free thinker, treading on the darker side of the moon just like him. You saw the cracks in humanity, saw the world through his very same lenses.

He loved your fiery spirit, your impenetrable will.

And, most of all, he loved how he just knew he could tear it all down.

But he'd never got the chance. Your parents had damn near grabbed you by the scruff of your neck and dragged you to a different, safer city once they'd learned the types of people their child had been hanging out with. The types of influences you'd been around. He'd always felt a strange, out of place sadness at never even getting to figure out where you'd been taken.

Or maybe it wasn't so much sadness, as it was disappointment he hadn't really gotten the chance to corrupt you.

You were the one that got away.

Until now, that was. Because now you were here practically fucking gift wrapped for him, like the Entity was rewarding him for his devious behavior.

You're watching every movement he makes, pupils searching frantically for his line of sight, hands clasped at your heaving chest. It make's him giddy.

Frank can't hold back the snarky laugh that escapes him when he takes in your outfit, noting the corporate companies logo. If only your past self could see you now, they'd be sorely disappointed. But, surely that didn't matter. Not now.

Smoothly, he dangles his knife out to his side, before he lets it go. It thuds to the ground, abandoned. It offers little comfort to you, he notices, seeing your worried expression eye the knife before trailing back up to his mask. If he had a little more decency, he'd feel almost a bit bad for you. But, he doesn't, so… He doesn't.

After all, why deny himself of something he'd always wanted?

His figure looms over yours, a light behind him casting a deep shadow over your shrinking form. The outline of you vibrates as you shake fiercely before him. His fingers twitch to touch you, and something below his belt does too. His blood is hot under his skin as he imagines all of the things he wants to do you.

A part of Frank wants to rush in- tear away the layers of clothing keeping you covered and collapsing your shaking knees to the dirt, rip at your hair and force you to choke him down. Or, perhaps, use his trusty knife to drag weeping lines down your exposed flesh, have you cry out and squirm underneath him. The thought makes him shiver in need.

Or, he could take his time. A bit unlike him, sure, but this was a special occasion.

He could play it slow, drag the pads of his fingers up your arms, to the dips of your collar bones. Witness every last goosebumps in it's wake.

He could flatten the palms of his hands and slide it up your shirt until you're the one trying to take it off. Trace the outline of your arousal through your thin underwear until those terrified shakes turn into ones of want. And he knows he could do it, too.

Oh, he could work you until you're practically begging for him to take you.

Mind racing, eager arousal bubbling within him, he brings a hand up to your face and pats your cheek before he flattens his palm against your flesh. It's dewy, hot.

Soft.

Gently, he caresses you, thump rubbing saccharine circles into your skin. You barely flinch away, eyes fixated on him with a panting breath ghosting past your lips.

Frank grins to himself.

Talk about fun.

[kyloherrera]

—DBD MORIS BUT HOTTER

ft. michael myers, the legion, deathslinger, ghostface

tw. non-con, stabbing, knife play. blood play.

an. I wrote this a while ago so I hope it’s good, and this is for you monster fuckers!

wc. 262

#MICHAEL MYERS!

~He lifts you up while he chokes you and corners you against the wall, then adjusts his grip on your neck more, and turns you around so that your face is against the wall, and then begins with a slow but deep rhythm, and at the same time he accelerates . his rhythm the grip on your neck becomes tighter until you pass out and now he is on top of you, wrapping his hands around your neck, last thing you se is as he looks at you with a cold gaze through his mask and watches your pained expression.

#THE LEGION!

~He pushes you hard against a wall, making your face look at it, and then throws you to the ground, making you fall to your knees in a pose similar to that of the puppy, and then he grabs your hair tightly and makes you turn your head back observing his mask. To then wrap his hands around your neck

#GHOSTFACE!

~very similar to Frank throwing you to the floor, making you fall face down with him, and then climbing on top of you, and then starting to penetrate you, and pulling your hair strongly, making you throw your head back and recording every action and movement. While The cold blade rubs against your skin.

#DEATHSLINGER!

~He throws you to the ground, making you fall to your knees and then inserting his toothed member into your oral cavities in a quick and deep movement, making you suffocate. After a strong kick, he throws you to the ground again, then stands up and holds your arms tightly, putting them behind your back while he penetrates you as if there were no tomorrow.

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[creeppostss]

this felt important but i needed you guys to know. i write ghostfrank. not only do i slip into creepypasta shit but i love dead by daylight.

i am literally begging you to come into my ask box and ask for actually anything. ghostfrank, creepypasta, x reader, whatever the fuck you want i don’t CARE just send me something please

my boyfriend is getting surgery in the morning and i’ll be needing something to distract myself, so genuinely fucking please send me things to write

my writing no - nos

not much. tbh. i really like writing everything.

scat is a no though. piss is on the table as is gore

very specific asks, i like vague questions so i can come up with stuff

more femme leaning readers (i’ll still do them!! just more hesitant :) i like AFAB ftm readers/characters though. in my mind, frank morrison is ftm <3)

any character that isn’t 18+ (ben drowned, sally, suzie (dbd) and lazari) i don’t age up characters sorry womp womp

sexual age regression (i’ll write agere! just sfw :) )

oc inserts (for now anyways) i’m always scared i’ll get the characterization of the oc wrong lmfao

anything i didn’t mention is on the table. yes, this includes (and is not limited to,) non-con / dub-con, gore, force, extremely dark situations, kidnapping, luring, hostage situations, public, shame, oshimori/piss, omegaverse, yandere, stalking, feet (even you guys can stay), humiliation and more

basically just give me gross

or not

i like fluff too

please send requests. i’m so bored. please.

[slasherboy-brainrot]

every time i try to write a fanfic it gets way too melancholy and weird bc im a depressed lil shit

[cozyreadings-ao3]

!!18+ Warning!!

Dbd Kinktober - Day 17

“Adolescent Desires”

[Julie Kostenko x Susie Lavoie x Frank Morrison x Joey]

Prompt: Threesome or More

Word Count: 1,456

In the cold, abandoned lodge, white, pitiful puffs came from the teenagers’ mouths as their warm breath hit the cold air. Lying back on the chilly, unkempt bed, Julie always seemed to be the one in the spotlight during their joint intimacies. Shivering — partially exposed — the blonde smirked, silently suffering through the cold. The teen bunched up the front of her black, long-sleeved shirt to show off her smaller, bare chest, while her jeans were dropped on the floor beside the bed. It was hard functioning with jeans around her knees, so she always opted to lose all her warmth, just stripping from the denim.

 

Getting in their respective positions, the others fell in line, starting with the docile, pink-haired member. Susie got above the half-stripped, shivering Julie, straddling her upper, bare abdomen. Although they were all relatively cold, at least the youngest punk was able to give the stripped blonde underneath her just a bit of extra warmth as her bare thighs pressed against her cold skin. With a giddy, cat-like smirk, the straddling teen leaned down, giving Julie a sweet, soft kiss, before awkwardly shifting about, trying to wriggle her panties off from underneath her skirt.

 

Frank promptly followed in behind Susie, getting in between Julie’s legs, sensually running a hand up and down her bare thigh, concurrently lining their groins up. Unzipping his fly, the rugged teen’s hot arousal revealed itself, their warm, intimate flesh pressing into one another. As the impatient boy’s brain craved burying himself in such a warm, hot space, Frank wasted no time slipping into the familiar entrance. Giving out a satisfied groan as he slid inside, Julie responded with her own cute, soft, quivering moan.

 

While the pleasure had already started for one of the teens, Joey had just gotten into his own position. Standing beside the bed — off to the side of Julie — the punk’s hazel eyes watched over Susie’s awkward movements as she exposed herself. With his pants already unzipped, the boy patiently awaited for Julie’s attention, which came almost immediately. The blonde’s emerald eyes glanced over, happily reaching over, her hand softly wrapping around his expectant, twitching member.

 

This was their usual performance, and each person fell in place, especially Julie. She was in charge of pleasing three people. The blonde played the most important role, needing to keep her legs spread for Frank, her hand moving for Joey, and her tongue active for Susie. However, she never complained about her role; the teen loved being the center of attention.

 

On top of Julie, Susie finally shimmied off her panties, leaving her hot, bare warmth exposed for the older teen. Smirking, the pink-haired girl scooted up to the blonde’s face, her knees on each side of the punk. Slightly lowering herself down, Susie was uncomfortable with dropping her full weight down on Julie…it just felt too awkward.

 

Instead, the girl kept herself up by her knees, gently grinding against the blonde’s active mouth. As her warm wet tongue flicked and prodded at her most sensitive nerves, Susie quietly gasped and flinched. Bundling blonde strands into her hand, while her other held back her skirt — not wanting to obstruct the view of Julie’s face — the pink-haired girl chirped out sweet moans as she threw her head back.

 

Like a ruthless animal, Frank plunged in and out of his familiar toy, filling the room with lewd, wet smacks of pleasure. With his rougher thrusts, the teen enjoyed watching both of the girls bounce with his movements, especially Susie’s indirect bouncing. It was always hot to see the impact of his work.

 

Enjoying his own pleasure, Joey honestly much preferred to watch the action. Of course, he wouldn’t turn down the provided pleasure, but it was always a different experience to watch the others have fun. Curious, voyeuristic eyes examined the way Susie’s hips rocked, Julie’s body bounced against the thrusts, and Frank’s ruthless treatment, watching as bandaged hands squeezed the blonde’s bare thighs.

 

However, the spaced-out punk was suddenly brought back to reality as Julie’s hands teased his arousal, her thumb gently rubbing his sensitive tip. Shuddering with the unexpected sensation, Joey’s eyes immediately shock back to Julie, a quiet groan escaping his lips.

 

Being expected to perform in each direction, Julie happily obliged, even noticing Joey’s wandering eyes. Giving him a little tease, her green eyes were full of cocky lust, narrowing playfully as the boy looked to her. Keeping her swirling tongue fast and engaged, twirling around Susie’s most delicate spots, Julie would occasionally release a rumbling moan into her warmth, thanks to Frank’s pleasure. As the tattooed teen harshly plunged into her wet mound, the blonde shuddered and bounced. It was such a familiar sensation, yet it never quite got old or boring for her…

 

As their group pleasure went on, Susie always seemed the most sensitive, typically finishing before everyone else. Not breaking her embarrassing streak, the pink-haired girl followed the usual routine. Curling her fingers into Julie’s hair, the sensitive girl moaned and panted. “Hah… Hmmn…” Grinding desperately against the blonde’s face, the flushed girl looked down, her ecstatic blue eyes meeting Julie’s own striking green orbs. Panting like a dog in heat, her hips rocked back and forth, shuddering with the older teen’s mouth work.

 

Quickly reaching her climax, Susie’s breath hitched, letting out a squeaky, cute, desperate moan. Lightly wetting Julie’s face and blonde strands, the girl’s hips lock up, panting, trying to catch her breath. Satisfied with her climax, quivering with the pleasure, Susie takes a deep breath, removing her hand from Julie’s hair. Frank and Joey were still standing, ready for more, yet their youngest member was already down. “I’m tapping out…” Calling it for this session, Susie shakily rose up...before being pulled right back down.

 

With Susie once again beating them all to the finish line, Julie had always wanted them to climax near the same time… Would it still count even if it was the second — or even third — climax before they overlapped? Without a word exchanged, letting her impulse win, the blonde reached up. Hooking her free arm about Susie’s thigh, she pulled the poor girl back down, keeping her in place and preventing her from leaving. A bit of overstimulation never hurt anyone…

 

Gasping as she was suddenly pulled back down, Susie unexpectedly fell forward, her hands pressing into the bed above Julie. “N-Ngh- Julie, wait!” Panting and moaning, Susie’s body harshly shook and quivered, being easily overstimulated, making her gasp; keeping her head down as she bundled the sheets in her hands.

 

With the unexpected commotion, both of the boys looked over to Susie, watching the girl moan, shiver, and shake. Her hands curling up into the unkempt bed sheets, groaning as she tried to pull away from the blonde’s hold. Both of the boys — though especially Joey — twitched with the auditory pleasure of the girls playing together, watching the lustful display in front of them.

 

Overcome with the pure pleasure of the scene, Joey examined every little detail he possibly could. Although, it was now harder to see the girls’ faces, as the skirt covered Julie's and Susie’s pink hair covered her own. Though, the excitement wasn’t only in the faces. The shivers, shakes, and bounces of their bodies were almost just as good, especially when accompanied by the squeaky moans Susie was providing. This quickly led the boy to his own warm orgasm, shooting his larger, hot, sensual load across Julie’s lower, bare abdomen.

 

As Frank watched the hot display in front of him — Susie leaned forward, unintentionally giving the boy a perfect view of her rear — his chest harshly rose and fell with deep breaths. If only her skirt was a bit shorter, her skin now was just barely peeking through… Curious eyes glanced down to Julie’s abdomen as Joey groaned, dirtying the girl’s bare skin. That was his final straw. Quickly pulling out — trying to avoid an accidental pregnancy — Frank moaned, shooting his own fluids up the blonde’s abdomen, mixing with Joey’s own seed.

 

Pathetically squirming and squeaking, Susie painfully hit her second climax, the teen shaking, gasping desperately for air. The pink-haired girl immediately pulled away from the blonde teen’s hold, collapsing down on the bed beside the older punk, trying to stop her cruel overstimulation. The poor girl’s chest rapidly rose and fell, her legs shaking weakly.

 

Julie lays sprawled out on the bed, dirtied from each climax. The blonde’s abdomen now had crosses of white fluids, while her face and hair were dampened by Susie’s overstimulation. Glancing at each of her satisfied playthings — especially lingering on shivering, sensitive Susie — Julie smirked. It was always nice when the four of them hooked up like this…

[aceviscontiswife]

Dead by Daylight masterlist

Pictures 1 || Danny Johnson | MDNI 18+

Pictures 2 || Danny Johnson | MDNI 18+

Survivor’s Obsession || Danny Johnson | MDNI 18+

Devil in Disguise… Or Not || Danny Johnson | 18+

You’re Mine || Danny Johnson | MDNI 18+

Watching you, loving you || Danny Johnson | MDNI 18+

Pity Kill || Danny Johnson

“I’m Sorry…” || Danny Johnson

Good Girl || Danny Johnson | MDNI 18+

Late Night Visit || Danny Johnson | MDNI 18+

Vibrating Panties || Multiple killers MDNI 18+

Killers Comforting You || Multiple killers

Crushing || Multiple Survivors

Truth or Dare || Multiple Killers

Killers with clingy FtM reader || Multiple Killers

Killers with flustered reader || Multiple Killers

Beneath the Mask || Survivor turned killer

Avoidance || Frank Morrison | MDNI 18+

Under Arrest || Jill Valentine | MDNI 18+

Hooked || Caleb Quinn | MDNI 18+

Hooked (2) || Caleb Quinn | MDNI 18+

Helping Hand || Bubba Sawyer

Starstruck || Ji-Woon Hak

Tickling Kink || Albert Wesker | MDNI 18+

Vamp!Wesker with Shy!Spanish Reader

[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.

[fishyvamp]

I Will Own You

Day 4 of Kinktober 2024

Dead by Daylight Pairings: Frank and Joey | The legion X F!Reader Rating: M | Mature | NSFW 18+ MDNI Word count: 1.5k+ CW: Knife play, degradation, blood, threats Summary: You have intentionally pissed off two members of the legion and look at that they want their dues. Prompt: Praising and degrading | “I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.” Ao3

This was fuckin’ insane, Joey had thought as he pinned the newest killer to the wall, you. You had been taunting the two since they first laid eyes on you. Your cocky grin, carefree easy attitude, and constant bragging about being so much better at the trials set the two of them off in ways that they hadn’t been pushed before. It didn’t help that you had the uncanny ability to copy just about any killer's MO just by watching them, often wearing masks made to look like the killer you were copying. It pissed Joey off, but Frank… he wanted to own that, to own you.

The feeling only amplified because you were wearing a mask that looked like a patchwork of Joey’s and Frank’s right now. Letting them know you had just gotten a 4k stealing their tactics. “Like it?” you purred unphased by the decently sized man who pinned you to the wall by the collar of your hoodie.

Frank just laughed, “Fuckin hell bitch, if you wanted us, all you had to do was ask.” the smile was evident in his voice even if you couldn’t see it behind his mask. Joey just shook his head. “This isn’t funny, Frank.” malice dripped from his voice as he stared you down. Frank sighed placing a hand on the other legion’s shoulder. “Why don’t we have her pay us for using our likeness.” the words felt dangerous, but exactly what you wanted. “Happily,” you chirped a wide grin hidden underneath the mask. Joey let go letting your feet finally meet the floor. “On the couch, arms on the back, ass in the air,” Frank commanded watching you a bit too excitedly scramble to comply shaking your ass in front of them. “Good girl,” he cooed. 

“Fuckin slut more like,” Joey spat walking up first, hands tracing the curve of your ass. He wouldn’t admit it, but he had been wanting this for a while too. Frank and him having late nights over shitty beer talking about what they’d do if they ever got their hands on you. The taller legion’s hand teased the edge of your waistband pulling it down enough to expose your panties to the cold winter air of Ormond. A damp spot already forming as he traced the outline of your slit applying pressure as he brushed your clit. 

You yelped loudly as Frank came up next to him smacking your ass laughed at the way it rippled. “Just perfect,” Frank's words came out breathy as he pulled out his knife. The tip of it drags along the center of your crotch causing a hitch in your breath. Joey steps away for Frank to work eyeing his friend suspiciously. “How easy it would be to carve you up and make you nothing but a bloody mess? You walked right in and taunted us, but I know you’re a good girl aren’t you Copycat? You’ll listen to us and play nice right?” the knife trailing up your back before pressing against your throat yanking your head back by your hair. You swallowed thickly nodding your head. “Good girl,” he purred. Letting your hair go and pulling the knife away only to feel him cut a slit in your panties exposing your dripping folds.

“Like I said she’s nothing but a whore,” Joey growled taking Frank's spot behind you, his hands now bear tracing the edges of your folds applying pressure, but refusing entrance. The tall of the two was taking his time watching your twitches and whining as he moved. Growling lowly he threw off his mask, “Eyes front.” he hissed watching as you tried to look behind. 

Joey bent down tongue licking a thick strip against your heated sex feeling the enlarged clit under his tongue. His hands spreading your ass apart allowing him to go deeper sucking and lapping as he went. Frank just gave a hearty laugh as he moved to your front undoing the front of pants as he pulled out his cock. It wasn’t particularly girth, but it had length, “Be a good girl and take it all.” he cooed lifting your mask so those pretty lips of yours were exposed.

Complying easily you opened wide feeling as Frank slowly thrusted in and out, going deeper each time as if to let you kind of adjust. Joey seemingly got more aggressive as his sucking turned to gentle bites tugging at bits of flesh every so often. “You want to do that, Thing?” Frank asked pausing long enough to point at something. You couldn’t tell what, but a whine hummed against the cock now pressing down your throat as the warmth of Joey’s breath left you. Legs shaking slightly. “Don’t worry Copycat.” Frank cooed stroking your face as he began to move again. “Joey’s just getting something special.” your skin prickled as you felt a cold blade against your thigh the sharp blade cutting into your flesh as hot fluid began to drip down. 

“God, you are nothing but a slut. I cut you just a little and I see your pathetic hole clenching around nothing. No self-respect, I swear.” Joey growled shoving two fingers into you harshly pushing you hard against Frank, his cock going deeper causing you to gag and clench around the fingers that were curling and twisting as the aggressive killer began to stretch you. “You like this don’t you, having two men using you like a fuckin’ toy. I will admit you’re warmer and better than a Fleshlight. But that’s not saying much.” His words are harsh, especially against the praise that Frank kept giving. Not that you could complain as the pleasure had been slow building and nice. 

Frank was just enjoying himself. Using your throat for his pleasure, “If she’s nothing but a toy just stick in already.” he laughed a bit too loudly. His thrusts became more aggressive hitting the back of your throat over and over again. The thought already had your cunt grip Joey’s fingers more even as they stopped. You felt so empty as he pulled away, but it was only for a moment before you felt something press in, something much larger and thicker than his fingers. Large low-hanging balls smacked your clit as Joey’s cock pressed in harshly slow but sharp thrusts pushed inside you. You were whining and moaning tears staining your cheeks at the feeling of being speared on both ends felt like too much and not enough.

Frank just laughed feeling your throat tighten each time Joey thrust in the two of them enjoying themself. Their pace was in sync one pulling out as the other thrust in over and over again. It was too much your core snapping at once as you felt yourself gushing around Joey’s length a wave of ecstasy clawing its way through your system as the world around you spun the feeling of both cock thrusting in and out of you only dragging the feeling on longer.

The moment passed and you felt limp, but they weren’t done, “Fuckin’ slut, that’s all it took?” Joey scoffed as he picked up his pace not caring to maintain pace with Frank who was still lazily thrusting in and out of your throat. “You get off so fuckin’ easy don’t you, having two angry killers using this useless cunt. Drooling from both ends, I oughta tie you up and put you on display for the others. Let them know how easy you are. I’m sure they’d love that, love to see a slut so eager to put out.” he was leaning forward now hand around your throat tightening it around Frank's hard member.

“I bet some of them would love payback for you stealing from them. What better way then letting them use your Slutty little pussy.” his words came out rough and strained. Frank’s pace had picked up as well, your mind becoming mush as he continued to degrade and taunt you. “Fuck Joey, you want to tighten just a bit more,” Frank grunted pushing deeper. Joey chuckled darkly, grip becoming firm as his pace faltered just a bit. He was close and by the twitch in your mouth so was Frank. The two of them groan loudly as they finish almost in sync, filling you up as their cum shot deep inside you. The three of you collapsed as their collective climaxes faded. They pulled out softly, watching the way their cum dripped down both sets of lips.

“Good girl,” Frank cooed tucking himself back in before moving to the front of the couch. Joey pulled your pants off the rest of the way sitting down on the couch and pulling you close against his chest. Frank happily moved on top of you laying his head against your chest and playing a little bit with your tits. You finally looked down at your thigh where Joey had cut, their initials carved in the flesh angry and red. Noticing you squinting at it Frank chimed in, “I won’t apologize for having you marked up, everyone should know you’re taken.” Joey hummed in agreement. “You’re ours now, no one is allowed to touch you without our say. Now get some rest, we’re just getting started.”

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Antagonist

Chapter Twenty Five: Red Handed

Mentions of: NSFW Mentions, Slight Voyeurism, Frank being a jealous bastard, Poor Leon, Stabbing, Hooking, Character Death (not rlly tho), cheating, and pining

A/N: I’m really happy w how this chapter turned out :))

Tags: @vandeaad @prettycutebunny @mama-miya

@dead-bxxxxtch-walking

Frank had fucked up…again. He sat outside the ski lodge, smoking a cigarette on the curb. He and Julie had gotten into yet another fight. This time it ended with him getting kicked out. Things had been escalating between them ever since what happened with you.

This is all your fault. You ended everything with him just because he lost his cool and said something he didn’t mean and now he has nowhere to go to unwind and he’s much more irritable than before. While The Legion is his family, the others aren’t completly understanding and Julie can be a bit much at times, always wanting to be with him, practically breathing down his neck. He used to find it endearing. No one had ever wanted to be around him that much before. Now it’s just irritating.

He wasn’t going to apologize. Not again. Not unless he thought he was wrong, which he wasn’t. It was your fault for having such high expectations of him. He had the role of a killer. You knew who and what he was, and you still trusted him anyway. You thought he actually cared.

He did care..kind of. He had grown accustomed to the Entity’s realm and he had no idea how he would function if he got back to the real world. This was probably the best outcome for him: hurting people and taking out all his pain, suffering, and rage, maximizing his true potential. He also had his group and you. He was mainly helping you because he was bored..at first..but then you got him all invested, and seeing how determined and happy you were made him feel weird and fuzzy inside.

When you started to get close he got scared. If you somehow managed to escape, he could lose you. He didn’t want that.

The two of you were so different, on opposite sides of the spectrum, and yet, he felt like no one understood him as well as you did. Julie understood his hatred and anger, she understood his desire to hurt. But you understood him, and what made him like this, what made him tick. You knew the suffering he’s gone through, and all the vulnerabilities he’s tried to cover up and bury. You saw through him, you knew what he really was, and you hung out with him anyway. Even the things you said about him during that fight were true..his fears of being alone, his loneliness, and his pain. You know him, and he doesn’t know if he loves or hates it.

He hasn’t seen you since your argument, not even in a trial. You were already punishing him, so of course The Entity had to too. Out of his stubbornness, he didn’t want to go back. A part of him hoped that you would come to him first. But you didn’t. You hadn’t even bothered to see Susie. He refused to ever think about it or even say it, but he missed you. There was a longing, a pull in his chest that made him desperately want to see you, to talk with you, to joke with you, to smoke with you…to touch you.

“Fuck it.” He muttered under his breath, putting out his cigarette. He swallowed his pride and slowly rose to his feet, setting out to see you.

–

The cabins were eerily quiet when he arrived. It was probably late at night for the survivors, he assumed. Taking a deep breath, he approached your cabin. He slowly crept out of the woods, seeing a warm light coming from your window. His heart pounded in his chest at the thought of seeing you, and he peeked through the window, unable to help himself, but what he saw made his heart drop.

You were fucking Leon.

He watched as your naked body moved over Leon’s in a hypnotic rhythm, your face contorted into a look of pure pleasure, your fingers threading through his hair while he sucked on your breast.

It was like a car crash. He couldn’t look away, no matter how much he wanted to. Even though fiery and painful feelings of jealousy were rising in his chest, even though he wanted to tear Leon’s head off, he kept watching.

You were beautiful and mesmerizing and he couldn’t tell what he wanted more, to have Leon gone so he could get a better view, or if he could be in Leon’s place, having you ride him to your heart’s content.

God, he wanted you but he was also so fucking angry. His face was all flushed and his cock was getting hard and his hands were balled up into tight fists, tight enough for his nails to dig into his skin.

So he stayed and watched until even after you were finished and he left, even after you had fallen asleep. He stood and stared at you for a very long time until he was inevitably summoned to a trial.

–

“Where’s Leon?” You asked Feng. There had been no sign of him since the start of the trial, nor had there been a sign of a killer. At first you thought that was a good thing, but Leon could only hold the killer off for so long.

She winced. “He’s getting tunneled. Don’t worry about him. It’ll do us all some good. We only have two generators left after all.”

“I guess so.” You muttered. Once you finished the generator, you split away from Feng, searching for Leon.

It didn’t take long to find him hanging from a hook, but you didn’t expect Frank to be his killer. You watched as he struck Leon repeatedly, stabbing him with his knife while he was on the hook, making him cry out more. Normally, you would walk away and take your teammate’s sacrifice, but because it was Leon and Frank, you decided to do something about it.

“What the hell are you doing?” You hissed, striding up to Frank. Leon hoarsely whispered your name, warning you. You weren’t afraid. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you. He ignored you and continued to cut Leon up.

“Frank, Frank! Will you quit acting like a fucking brat and talk to me?” You stepped in front of Leon, grabbing Frank’s arm mid-strike. Leon was confused by how willing you were to be so close to the killer and how unafraid you were. Not to mention how you were talking to him with such familiarity. It was strange.

Finally, he turned to face you and tore his hand from your grip, the expression on his face icy and cold. He glowered at you. “I know what happened with you and Leon. I saw it.”

As the realization hit you, your face suddenly felt really hot and you felt a mix of anger, embarrassment, and confusion. You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, a loud noise rang in your ears and the ground trembled. You gazed up at the sky, watching as Leon’s lifeless body was lifted into the dark cloud in the sky, sacrificed to The Entity.

You frowned at Frank. “We’ll talk about this later.”

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Choices Choices

Okay, so I’ve written up a list of my future works after I finish up the How I Think They Love series, but I’d like to leave the choice of the next mini series up to my audience! So far I’ve outlined a Billy Loomis x reader smut series with some angst sprinkled in,

Legion/Reader (specifically Frank+Joey) smutfic

Bimbo!Crybaby!/Jake Park (again smut TvT)

Dark! Dbd/Reader Series.

Jake Park/Killer!Reader

Trapper/Reader

Hobo Heart/Reader Smutfic

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I know I've been gone a while, but...I hope y'all can forgive me. 👉🏻👈🏻 The next chapter has been started already!