#jed olsen x reader

[fromduck]

Me with you guys simping over hot men

[2kiran]

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

“Fuck, come on, put it in already!”

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you—?”

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

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

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

[writer-freak]

Michael Myers x Ghostface x Fem reader

Kinktober week 5 - Threesome, double penetration and primal

Words: 4.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

18+ Divider by: @cafekitsune

[dilophosauridae248]

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

[golden-boy-of-the-gazette]

Danny canonically forgets to eat.

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

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

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

[dominarava]

Angel

Ghostface × Female!Reader

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

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

AO3 Link

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

“Hey! How’re you doin’ tonight?” 

“Hey there~” 

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

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

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

“Fair–” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh yeah?” He hummed, “Why's that?” 

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

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

Good girl?!

“Excu–”

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

‘Us’?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oooh shit whaddaya mean?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Battery Low.. Please Charge Soon.

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

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

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

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

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

“See.. I knew you'd love it..” 

Battery Low.. Please Charge Soon.

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

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

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

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

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

[gor3-hound]

lacerated to the bone

ft. danny johnson as ghostface x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, dark content, masked men, stalking, photography, heavy dub-con, knife play, coercion, choking, blood, threats, predator/prey play, fear play, major character death, p in v, creampie

a/n: requested by anon! hope it lives up to the idea you had, bcs i had so much fun writing this one !! title from 'a life less ordinary(need a little help)' by motion city soundtrack

word count: 2.1k words

“Come on… come on.” You say under your breath as you work at the generator, your heart rabbiting in your chest. You're looking over your shoulder every few seconds, trying to make sure that the killer isn't on your trail. You did your best to save the others from the entity, but you'd failed. You were all alone now. You had to survive.

You can't shake the feeling that he's watching you. There's an eerie silence around you, the only sounds coming from the generator you're working on. The final one. You let out a deep breath as you look away again, but your fingers falter, and the sounds of the generator failing echo throughout the forest.

“No, no, no…” You say quickly, perking up to examine your surroundings, hoping that you hadn't alerted the killer. You curl up behind the generator, waiting for a few moments as you try to listen out for any movement. The minutes that stretch by feel like hours, but there's no sign of him.

You let out a deep breath, standing up before you lean over to work on the generator again. Before you can get started, you feel a finger tap your shoulder. You turn around quickly, coming face to face with a camera. You hear the click of the shutter, and then a bright light flashes that ends up blinding you for a few seconds.

You blink rapidly to clear the spots from your vision, stumbling back. You knew who it was. It could only be one person. You needed to get out of here, and fast. When your vision finally refocuses, you're left face to face with Ghostface. The mask tilts to the side as he cocks his head, his voice husky and slightly crackly from the vocal modulator as he speaks.

“Boo.”

You're running before your brain can even register the movement. You do your best to escape, weaving through dilapidated structures to try and lose him. At every chance you got, you sent wooden palettes tumbling in narrow spaces, keeping a mental note of where you'd cut off the path, hoping to slow him down.

At this point, the chase had become a matter of stamina rather than technique. It was clear the killer wasn't going to let you go, barely letting you out of his sight for more than a few seconds before he was on your tail again. You knew better than to hide, but you were running out of options. Your breathing was becoming laboured, and your legs burned from the chase. You knew you didn't have much of a chance - he was stronger, faster and smarter than you.

It was all down to luck. Your eyes flick over the treeline rapidly - it's a bit far out from the generators and the exit, but it was your best chance of staying concealed. The feeling of being watched irks you once again, causing you to stop and try to find the source.

It's quiet. Too quiet. All you can hear is the sounds of your own breathing. For a moment, you almost feel like you've lost him. That is until you hear a sound that's becoming far too familiar for your liking.

Click!

You turn to try and run again, but a gloved hand wraps around your ankle, yanking you into the underbrush. You cry out as the branches scratch the skin that's exposed as he drags you towards him.

“An image is worth a thousand words, don't you think?” A voice echoes from behind the mask, his free hand shifting to press down on your chest to keep you flat on the ground as he pins your legs down with his knees. With his other hand, he snaps a few pictures of your fearful expression with a beaten down looking film camera.

“Can't wait to get these developed… add them to the collection.” He adds after a moment, placing it down carefully so he can reach for the knife he had tucked in his belt. “I think I like this look on you…”

“Please…” You croak out weakly, your voice wavering as he trails the tip of the blade down your cheek and along your jawbone. “Please, don't.”

“Oh? Already begging for your life?” He coos, patting the flat of the blade against your cheek a few times. He presses the tip of the knife against your cheek, placing just enough pressure to nick the skin. “You're in luck. See, I don't normally play with my designs, but…”

He slides the tip of the knife down your skin, applying pressure when it reaches the hollow of your throat. The mask tilts down, and you can almost sense the sick satisfaction from him as he watches your blood trickle out with every panicked breath you make.

“Well, you're different. I've been watching you for a while. I wanted this to be special; the kind of headlines that people don't forget.” He leans down slightly, and you can feel his gaze boring through you despite the mask obscuring his features.

“Anyway, look at me getting all sidetracked. You poor thing, you keep shaking. I hope that's not on account of me?” He mocks, holding the knife to your throat to keep you from making any attempts to escape. “My apologies. I've always been one for a good story. And you, my dear? I feel you'll be my best one yet. I have a… proposition for you.”

“Please, just stop. I won't say anything… I swear! Just let me go I… I was so close, please!” You sob, raising your hands to try and push him off of you, as if that'd do any good. You wriggle underneath him, ring to give yourself a chance to break free and escape his grasp.

“You see, I'd love to do that. Really, I would. There's just one small issue.” With that, he loosely nods his head towards one of the hooks not far from you. “See, I could let you go, but that wouldn't be in my best interests… now, if you want to make it worth my while…”

He trails off, dropping his head down so his mask is looming directly over your face. He presses the knife down harder, drawing blood as the sharp edge digs into the skin of your throat. “Either you give me what I want, or I'll gut you and offer you up to the Entity. It's simple, really.”

Your stomach sinks at his words. There's no mistaking his intentions. The mask is tilted towards you expectantly as the knife against your throat is replaced by his tight grip. He trails his blade down, hiking your skirt up with the tip of it.

You nod. What other choice did you have? It was this, or die. You couldn't die here. You won't.

“There we go. Good girl.” He says as he removes his grip on your throat to pat your cheek, slipping the knife in between the top of your thigh and the edge of your panties. You tense as he pulls the fabric taut with the blade until it splits. You shiver as the cold metal brushes right above your folds, sliding the fabric out of the way to expose you to his greedy eyes.

You squirm underneath him as he runs the flat of his blade downwards, trying not to jerk your hips as he brushes past your clit, a small whimper falling from your lips. He smacks the blade down a few times, landing spanks against your pussy until sticky strings of arousal connect you to his knife.

“Filthy little thing.” He hums, pulling his knife away to drag a gloved finger between your folds. “Making such a mess. To think, I was planning to wet my knife in a very different way.”

You watch with a mix of arousal and horror as he shucks off the cloak, exposing the black jeans and t-shirt he wore underneath. He keeps that mask on. Seems to enjoy the way you shiver whenever your eyes land on it. He manages to unbuckle his belt one-handed with little struggle, the clink of the metal echoing in the air for a few moments.

He drops the knife down to free his cock and hold it in his right hand. His left hand slides its way up your body, squeezing one of your tits before his hand trails higher, gripping your throat once more. Just to be safe. He smacks his tip against your clit a few times, clearly enjoying the way it has you jolting. Your cunt gushes as he ruts against your sensitive nub, drawing a moan from your lips.

He slides his cock down until the head catches your hole. With a grunt, he pushes forward, filling you to the brim. He throws his head back, his chest rising and falling visibly with his rapid breaths.

“Christ, doll. Didn't think you'd be this wet.” He hisses through gritted teeth. He drops his head forward again, watching your expression carefully through the mask. The tone of his voice sends heat pooling in your lower abdomen, air leaving you in a breathless sigh.

His thrusts are shallow and desperate. He barely pulls out before slamming back in, not wanting to leave the tight heat surrounding him longer than necessary. Each thrust brings a whimper from his lips. Hastily, he reaches a hand out to grab his camera, the one resting on your throat squeezing down just enough to have you gasping in a breath, your cunt clenching tighter around his cock.

“Oh!” He moans, his hand shaking as he snaps a few pictures of his cock sliding in and out of you, the length coated in a layer of clear slick. “God, that's so tight. You like it when I squeeze your throat, huh?”

His voice is hoarse as he speaks, slightly breathless. He tightens his grip on your throat a little more as he speeds up his thrusts, fucking into you with a more brutal pace, his cock bullying your cervix with every movement. Blood rushes to your head as he pounds the air out of you while leaving you unable to suck more air in due to him choking you. You start to get light headed, your vision growing spotty and blurry with unshed tears. As your eyelids begin to flutter, he lets go and you're quickly sucking in deep breaths, your chest heaving.

“Ah, sorry, darling.” He forces out, sounding absolutely wrecked. He drops the camera to hold your hips in both of his hands, pulling you back on his cock with enough force that you're sure you'd be littered in finger shaped bruises. His balls slap against your ass with every heavy movement.

“Oh, can't wait to get these pictures all done. Gonna build a whole shrine for you, dolly. Such a pretty thing.” He reaches down to pinch and tug at your clit before rubbing circles into it with his thumb. He's too rough, and you're already so sensitive. Your body twitches, whines spilling from your lips as you cum, back arching and dragging along the dirt as you clench around his cock.

“W-wait… gotta… gotta get a picture, fuck.” He croaks, flipping you over onto your stomach. He grabs your hair in one fist, yanking your head back painfully as he sinks his cock back into you, making you cry out. He snaps a couple of pictures of him buried deep inside of you, aiming the camera mostly at your fucked out, tear-stained face.

“Fuck… fuck. Coming…” He manages to choke out, the sensation of your walls squeezing him enough to milk his cock. He drops his head down to the crook of your neck, the material of the mask jarring your heated skin. “Shit.”

He drops the camera again, his hand fumbling with something in the thick brush. In the corner of your eye, you see a glint of metal in the moonlight, causing you to flail in panic, scratching at the ground and trying to fight him off.

“You promised!” You yell, trying to scramble out from underneath him as you realise what he’s about to do. “You said you'd let me go! Please… I did what you asked!”

Your eyes widen with fear - wet and panicked as he lifts the knife up, plunging it deep into the side of your neck. Blood bubbles up in your throat, making you cough and splutter as the excruciating pain shocks your core.

“Sorry, doll. Honest. I know I said I'd let you go, but, well…” He yanks the knife out, and your body convulses as you try desperately to suck breath into your failing lungs.

“A good story always needs a twist.”

[krypticcafe]

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

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

rating: teen

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

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

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

Michael

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

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

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

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

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

All in all, mission success.

Danny

"Like how slow?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pyra

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bubba

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

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

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

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

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

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

Frank

"You're joking, right?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sliced-n-diced]

Reader and their boyfriend, Jed, go out on Halloween together. Reader thinks Jeds Ghostface costume is a bit in poor taste but they wont deny he does look pretty damn good in it...

Meanwhile Dannys lowkey internally panicking because you were NOT supposed to catch him in costume, you arrived earlier than expected and..wait....are you turned on right now? This was an unexpected turn

[diejager]

Cw: violence, blood and gore, murder, obsession, mocking, Ghostface is his own warning, tell me if I missed any.

You cursed, a quiet hiss leaving your lips at the loud groan on the generator, the pumps beating loudly like a heart, quick and fearful, loud and unpredictable. Making a mistake would alert the killer to your location, and letting the sweat, that coated your skin, make you slip up would also lead to the same result. Either way, none of them were an option you were willing to take. You neither knew who the killer was, nor were you prepared to face them if the moment came, the constant loss on your side rubbed salt into your open sores and bruised ego (you liked to say ego to sound better, but truly, the pain and agony chipped at your resolve).

Lip pained and near bleeding, your anxiety had you biting at it, no one had screamed yet, and there weren’t any sightings of the killer. It drove you up the wall with terrifying anticipation to catch a single glimpse of the killer to know what you and the others were dealing with, and the lack of it stressed you out. If only you had picked up Dark Se-

“Boo.”

You screamed, the gen exploding in your face after your hands slipping from the cables, destroying a percentage of your hard work. The force of it pushed you back, knocking into a hard and leathered chest- Leather? The silent movement and the leather feel of the killer’s chest could mean only one thing. You scrambled away, stumbling to your feet as you glared at his prone figure distances away. You’d prefer having a few more feet between you, but there was little you could do to get your way with someone like Ghostface.

He was crouched besides where you originally knelt, arms over his knees and shoulders shaking in what you assumed was laughter. He had his head tilted in a teasing manner, a low and quiet chuckle muffled by his mask. He slowly twirled his blade as he stood up, calm and patient, unbothered by the loud pop of a fixed generator somewhere across the map. Ghostface looked at ease - wasn’t he always? The killing grounds were his dwelling, his home and hobby - taking large but lazy steps towards you. And for every step he took forwards, you took two backwards, inching away from the murderer that loved to taunt you.

The killer that loved to play with his food.

“No ‘hello, Ghostie‘? Not even a small ‘hi‘?” He drawled, head moving in exaggerated motions, to enunciate his words through movement, just the way an actor would, “That’s harsh, sweetheart.”

You glared at him, lips pulling in a snarl. You felt tense, energy rising to ready yourself for a hasty escape, feet buzzing with need to flee and mind panicked. You wanted nothing more than to run away, but you knew that the moment you turned your back to Ghostface, he’d disappear.

“I thought we had something,” he crooned mockingly, his tone almost saddened and hopeful for something both he and you knew couldn’t be possible. 

Unless he meant all the times he’d trapped you, saving you for last to savour the sweet, sweet win against a team of boring kills and his favourite plaything —his words, he’d complain about it at the end, when he had you gasping and bleeding out, body weighted down by his thigh thighs bracketing your hips. 

“So? What now, Danny?” His name had always sounded off when it rolled down your tongue, an uncomfortable feeling setting in your chest when he had you scream it after the first few matches. 

“What now?” It was spoken with such a light and eerie calmness, head cocked to one side with curiosity. “Now, sweetheart, you run.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

[morwap]

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄

➸ danny johnson!ghostface x fem!reader

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switch!danny, switch!reader, sub!jake park | post!entity & pre!entity, toxic behaviors, descriptions of violence/gore, talk of murder,stalking, oral f!receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, fwb!jake park x reader, slight Leon Kennedy x reader, voyeurism, sub!Danny and Dom!reader mostly, riding, stabbing 9k words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he watched your day to day life. 

wakes up around 10 am on days off 

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

goes in at 6 am when working mornings 

goes in at 12 am when working nights 

stays in on fridays and goes shopping on sundays

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

fog 

almost time

feasting 

fear

violence 

eternity 

you pick

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

people were lined up waiting.

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

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

jed laughed and nodded, agreeing once more. 

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Soon you were greeted by others.

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“smart girl, you’re picking up quickly”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you nodded to show you were listening. 

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

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

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

jake was looking to but seemed to not be bothered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ghostface huffed, cleaning your blood off his knife. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you do?” he asked. 

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he shushed you, his warm breath by your ear. 

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

you tried to slow your breathing. 

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

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

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

“fuck you” you spat. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you ignored him and went back to the newspaper.

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

you scoffed. 

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

“we met here” 

you tensed, taking a deep breath. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i liked that. hit me again” 

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

it was a wallet. 

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

jed fucking olsen. your stomach sank. 

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

danny johnson.

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

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

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

for the first time ever you thanked the entity. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eye twitched. You hated him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“y/n” 

It came out as a cracked moan. 

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

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

“No” 

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

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

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

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

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

[g0blintears]

[Yandere! Dead By Daylight x Reader]

Summary: You are a mystery to both the survivors and killers within the fog. A servant of darkness, a creature created by the entity itself, you are the shadow behind the scenes that provides the survivors with the necessities they need to survive, while also assisting killers with the weapons they need to sacrifice. You are a servant void of humanity, but not one that seeks out despair. An empty slate that perhaps just needs to be taught a little bit of hope and empathy to help the survivors escape once and for all.

Eight. Thrilling Tremors

Danny has always loved the horror genre.

Ever since he was a child, his father would tell him real life horror stories. Those stories of a cat chasing a mouse. A predator hunting down prey. It was all the same stories that ended with a field of bloodshed and a victor that would rise above it all…and Danny was absolutely fascinated with each thrilling tale.

Mutilated bodies would engrave itself into his mind. Haunting scenes with vivid details would replay in his head like a broken flickering filmstrip. From the creepy music to the dramatic pauses, Danny would find his heart pounding in his chest with a wide smile curving on his lips as he became enamored with each piece of horror media he consumed.

However, the exhilaration of facing the unknown, the details from the unsettling sounds to the tense atmosphere— none of those things were his favorite part. And for a while, Danny actually wasn’t sure what he loved so much about the genre. He knew he loved true horror. The real stories of monsters that lurk in the night. The real boogeyman that blends into society. He was captivated by true, raw horror. 

So, that begged the question, was he simply just entertained by the reality of human nature? Did he just enjoy seeing how ‘civilized’ people would react to the real demons that ran around with the same blood that they bled? 

Or, did he simply love horror because it fed into his own bloodlust?

When Danny brought his first horror story to life, he knew he had found the answer. Although his first design was sloppy, it was still created with passion that was driven by instinct, and that was when Danny had come to a realization. 

Humans are animals. They are destructive by nature. As intelligent and ‘evolved’ as they may be, Danny knew that all humans have primal instincts, and those instincts were bloody and chaotic. Some may deny it, but Danny knew the truth. And if he was going to accept his human nature as a whole, he may as well be creative with it.

So, Danny went on with his life, loving every second of it. He loved existing as a human. He loved having the ability to create. And most of all, he loved creating real life horror stories. Obviously, his passion is looked down upon. But that doesn’t stop him. If anything, Danny was glad that the playing field was so small. It made it easier for his work to stick out, and it made his stories even scarier.

However, as much as Danny adored bringing terror to the public, he always had to be cautious of his work. His designs needed to be perfect. Any flaw could wind him up in the electric chair. So, even if he loved sharing his stories, Danny would often feel dread when he would have to lay low under the radar. After completing each design, Danny would have to stop his work for a while, and that often gave him an uncomfortable itch that would sometimes leave him wishing he could freely create his stories without feeling the burden of the consequences.

It was simply just wishful thinking during those impatient times, but unknown to Danny, his wishes would be heard.

So, one could only imagine the delight he felt the moment he was wrapped around in a fog, a darkness consuming him until his eyes met the flickering red and orange flame of a campfire where an other-worldly being had suddenly emerged. Stepping in front of him from beyond a black fog, you had gazed down at Danny with empty, soulless [eye color] eyes as you introduced him to a realm of nightmares. 

And Danny was absolutely ecstatic to be there.

Like an artist given his own studio with an endless supply of paints and canvas, Danny was given the opportunity to perfect as many designs as he desired. And so, he would carry on like that in the realm. Danny would create different horror stories for all the survivors on every single map. He even learned to adapt his designs so they would come out flawless! 

It was fun for a while, but then…Danny got bored.

Don’t get him mistaken though. He still loved creating his designs, but he craved for something more. He needed a bigger project. Something that would give him a challenge. Something that would be his Mona Lisa. 

And then, there was you. 

The very first being that Danny had met in the realm. The very first being that Danny knew was on a completely different scale from him. You were something that looked human, but you weren’t. You were something extraordinary. And you were the first being that would become Danny’s new passion project— his muse, if you will.

Thus, leaving Danny to where he is now. 

One of his arms wrapped around your torso, fingers clenched around the fabric of your blazer as he dug into your waist. His other hand was wrapped around your arm and chest, leveling his blade up to your eyes. A smile curved on his lips from behind his mask as he gazed at your reflection in the knife. You were completely unfazed, just as he expected.

“Did I get you this time?” He asked in a hush, observing every feature of your face.

You stared into your own reflection, your eyes moving from your own empty stare before flickering over to the killer behind you. Although you couldn’t see him, Danny could practically feel your eyes bore into him as if he weren’t even wearing a mask to begin with.

“No. I knew you were approaching three minutes ago.” You responded, monotone as ever as you kept your expression stoic.

Danny wasn’t surprised by this, but your response did intrigue him. He had been stalking you earlier, and his interest was piqued when he saw you very subtly reaching out for the flames, so he knew that something was going on in your mind. Just what exactly was it?

Raising a brow, the male tilted his head, “That’s two minutes off from usual.” His voice rasped out. Gripping your torso tighter, Danny brought the blade to your neck and traced the sharp edge over your skin. His eyes focused on your reaction. “What’s on your mind?”

“Is this your question for our game?” You instead inquired, causing Danny to pause in thought.

Right.

Ever since Danny has made you his muse, he took it upon himself to learn everything about you so he could create the perfect design. After all, his first attempt didn’t go exactly as planned… so, he tried a new method— he made it a game between the two of you. He will be merciless in trials, and in exchange, he gets to ask you questions about yourself. 

Obviously, you accepted those terms. And so, he began with the obvious. 

“What is your name?”

“I don’t have one.”

“Where did you come from?”

“My creator.”

“Who is your creator?”

“The entity.”

“Why did she create you?”

“To serve.”

You were honest, but dry. He wasn’t sure if you were just clever to be wary of him, or if you truly couldn’t comprehend anything other than to follow orders. Regardless, Danny didn’t like that you gave him the obvious answers. You weren’t playing fair. Why should he be merciless in trials for you if you were just going to give him the copy and paste answers that you gave to every other killer and survivor?

So, he had to try something else.

He needed to dig deeper. More personal. He needed just a sliver of space that he could crawl his way into so he could witness just a glimpse into your mind. So far he had been asking all of the practical stuff, and up till now that’s gotten him nowhere since the start of his passion project. Not as if he was in any rush to start his design, of course. Danny is quite a patient man by nature, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t getting annoyed by how bland you were being with him. 

Looking over your empty stare, Danny took a moment to study you. 

Danny is a people person. So he knew how to read people no matter the poker face, and you were no exception. Memorizing every detail of your features, the man could say with confidence that he could probably draw your face from memory. From the patterns in your irises, to any subtle wrinkle on your face. Danny had learned how to read your face. It was just getting you to change just the smallest detail that was the issue.

He needed you to open up. But how?

With his knife held tightly in his hand, Danny let out low, quiet breaths until finally he made a decision.

“Yeah,” he finally chuckled out, “This is my question for our game. What is on your mind right now?”

You still hadn’t moved, but your eyes did briefly glance over the masked killer once more before setting your stare to the fire in front of you where the flames highlighted your [skin tone] skin in a golden hue. 

“I’ve come to realize that I’ve long forgotten what ‘warmth’ feels like.” You spoke, a sort of interest lined within your words. 

This caught Danny’s attention. 

For as long as he’s studied you, he has not once heard or seen you show any kind of interest other than your assigned tasks. So having witnessed your fingers brushing over the campfire, and hearing the very subtle change in your tone, it hooked him in.

“I didn’t even realize you knew what that felt like.” He spoke, keeping a steady grip on his knife. “I thought you said you couldn’t feel anything.”

You took note of his slight change of demeanor, but you remained impassive as you hummed in response.

“Yes, well, I have felt cold before and I have felt warmth before, but it was a long while back.” You paused for a moment, “perhaps a few eons ago.”

“Oh?” Danny perked up, his blade ever so slightly pressing against your skin. His heart was beating quickly with excitement now that he seemed to finally be getting somewhere with you.

“And what might’ve made you lose your senses?” He asked, and for once in a very long time, Danny’s pupils dilated the moment he saw the faintest flicker of emotion appear in your eyes. 

Those usually vacant pools of [eye color]— they widened a bit. The colors brightened and he could see the crinkle at the very corner of your eyes shift from a misty void to a clear display of loss.

“I’m..unsure.”

Your voice, usually crisp and clear, seemed to have wavered a bit, leaving Danny with his heart pounding against his chest.

There. There it was.

He wasn’t sure if he was imagining the whole thing, but he swore for the first time that he saw a moment of weakness.

Danny hadn’t meant to do it. But he couldn’t help it. He pressed his knife hard against your skin. He felt a rush of adrenaline as he pressed the blade into your neck and pierce into your flesh.

He could see the blood trickle down your skin. That deep maroon color dribbling down your clear [skin tone] collarbone and staining your white dress shirt. He could practically smell the iron that stained his blade as he continued to press his knife deeper and deeper before twisting the handle and tearing it across your neck, practically decapitating your head from the rest of your body. 

Holding onto your torso tighter, Danny closed his eyes and savored the sounds of the quiet forest air that was filled with music from your choked gurgles.

Except… that wasn’t what happened.

For the moment his knife pressed into your neck, the blade instantly shattered.

Just like his first attempt on your life, any weapon that would try and penetrate your skin would instantly break like glass. 

Danny watched in stupor as shards of his blade fell into little bits and pieces onto the foggy ground. He was still in a daze, but much like his fallen knife, his illusion was shattered and left him standing behind you with his heart racing and mind numb from exhilaration. 

A long and heavy pause would ring in the forest air. Nothing but the sound of fire crackling would be heard as the two of you stood in silence.

While the killer was coming down from his high, you, on the other hand, stood there unconcerned. If anything, you had foreseen this coming from the moment The Ghostface tried to kill you the first time he brought a blade to your chest. You just figured he would try a different strategy since he wasn’t as bloodthirsty and adamant as The Shape. 

With your vision still fixated on the fire, you briefly moved your attention to the shattered blade on the ground before quickly looking back at the fire. Your body was still in the hands of Ghostface, granted his hold on you had loosened up, but you still kept yourself still as you looked over your shoulder to meet the masked killer’s eyes.

“It seems that you’ve accidentally shattered your knife again.” You commented, finally snapping Danny back to reality. 

Letting his arms fall to his side, Danny took a step back. He was pissed. He was so fucking angry that he didn’t get to actually tear into your throat. He didn’t actually get to experience seeing you bleed and die in his arms. 

However, as Danny stood silently behind you, from behind his mask, the man was practically glowing with joy. A smile was on his face as a breathless chuckle left his lips.

He was also very relieved. 

This is why you were his Mona Lisa. This is why he picked you to begin with. He was so glad you were going to be a challenge. If he had actually killed you, Danny was sure he’d make sure your body would rot from where you stood. But no. Danny was smart. There was a reason he chose you instead of one of the other survivors or killers in the realm. 

Letting out an airy laugh, Danny brought a hand to his head and ruffled his black hair from under his hood. 

He knew he made the right decision in choosing you.

While Danny laughed to himself, you simply stood there and observed. 

Humans, they were so odd. 

You know the sound he was making was that of laughter. You may not understand human nature, but you knew enough to realize that he was showing signs of amusement. You just couldn’t understand from what.

Once Danny settled down, the male finally looked over at you with a tilt of his head.

“This is why you’re my muse.” He commented with a sigh, and walked over to your side.

You couldn’t quite wrap your head around his interesting choice of words, but you didn’t get to dwell on it when he brought a hand to your shoulder. With his attention on his knife, Danny tilted his head in your direction.

“Do you mind?”

You blinked, “Mind?”

He smiled, “Fixing my knife. Can you work your magic again, sweetheart?”

“Oh.” Your eyes then flickered back to the blade broken into pieces on the ground at your feet. “Of course.”

Crouching down, you grabbed the handle of the knife and the biggest part of the blade. With your eyes glowing a [eye color] hue, a fog of black with golden particles floated into your hands and covered the broken pieces.

Danny watched in awe as his once shattered blade came back brand new. 

Again, he was practically grinning from ear to ear as he found that he was going to create the perfect design all for you. He was already buzzing with excitement just to see more of you. Whether you had or hadn’t actually expressed something earlier, Danny knew that either way you were already destined to be killed by his hands, and he was going to make sure that your death was going to be flawless.

Standing back up, you presented the knife to the killer, “Here you go.”

Carefully, Danny took the knife and twirled it in his hand. 

“Good as new,” he breathed out while practicing his jabs into the open air. With a smile, Danny pocketed the knife before turning his attention to you. “Thank you. Hope that didn’t take a lot out of you.”

You shook your head, “Not at all. If you need any more repairs to any of your weapons, I am here to assist.”

“Right, right. I’ll remember that,” Danny expressed lamely, before bringing a hand to his pocket. Still having his blood pumping vigorously through his veins, the male was nearly itching to start his trial. So digging into his pocket, Danny brought out three items: a chewed up pen, his old driver’s license, and originally he planned on taking out a shiny broken coin, but after the illusion of killing you, the killer was just driven by his murderous instincts to kill by his own hands.

So instead, the male brought out a bag. Opening up the small coin bag, Danny took a quick peek at the glowing red triangles and brought it over to you. 

“Do you think I can buy an offering?”

Your eyes not once wavered from his mask as you took his bag. With your eyes briefly flickering down to scan the bag, you kept your voice firm upon returning your attention to him, “What would you like?”

Danny’s eyes were feral and bloodshot. His smile was hurting his cheeks as he already began plotting his next few designs. He may not have been able to kill you today, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be able to create a horror story at all.

So with his head tilting playfully, Danny let out a raspy, shuddered breath. 

“I want a memento mori.”

You nodded. And again, the crawling mist all around the two of you swirled with life. It was comical to Danny. Because while a human skull was formed within your hands, the air around reeked of rotting death.

Breathing in the fog, Danny closed his eyes and relished in the silence of the blowing wind that moved the black mist. If he listened closely, Danny swore that he could hear ghastly whispers move with the rustling forest leaves.

Then, it was silent once more.

Opening his eyes, Danny turned his attention to you. He watched as you stared back into the campfire. With the glow of the fire highlighting your features, Danny took note of your expression.

He couldn’t read you again. You were as emotionless as a doll. Simply standing there with a pretty, flawless mask.

Flickering his attention from your side profile and back down to the skull in your open palms, Danny silently took the skull from your hands and tossed his pen, license, and skull into the campfire where the flames burst with life and shrilled a loud shrieks before returning to crackles. 

As Danny stood next to you at the campfire, the male kept his attention straight at the dancing fire. He wanted to get the trial started as soon as possible, while he was still in a pleasant mood.

[imtooscaredforthis]

Entrapment

Chapter Twenty Nine: Broken In

Mentions of: Explicit Sexual Content, Dubcon/noncon themes, cutting/knife usage, choking and violence, etc.

A/N: I’m not dead, I promise!! Just drowning in school life and all that

Tags: @elentiyaiswriting @dead-bxxxtch-walking @vandeaad @mama-miya @the-fandoms-georgie

For what felt like years, everything went dark. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. You stood there, frozen in place. Shocked, scared, broken. Once again, he had won. Once again, he had beaten you. Once again, had terrorized you, always managing to shake you to your core, no matter how hard you tried to fight it.

The next thing you knew, you had taken off, sprinting as fast as you could. You made your way back to your apartment, not even bothering to see if he was following. Once you got there, you slammed the door behind you and bolted it shut, running to the windows and double checking to make sure they were locked.

And then, you finally broke.

“Fuck!” You screamed, grabbing a chair from the kitchen table and throwing it across the room. You slammed your fist into the table in front of you, beating at it. Rachel was gone. She was actually gone and it was all your fault. Just like Lucia and Jesse.

Your knuckles were bloodied, and you didn’t even realize you were crying until you could hear your broken sobs, and feel your cheeks getting all wet. You slumped down, resting your body against the kitchen counter, letting yourself cry. Your body felt so sore and heavy, you just wanted to rest. You just wanted to fall asleep and never wake up again.

“Oh, poor baby girl.” A sadistic voice cooed. There he was out of nowhere, looming above you.

He reached across, running his gloved fingers over your cheek and brushing the tears away. “It’s not your fault. You tried warning her, but she didn’t listen. Stupid bitch.”

That made you snap. You smacked his hand away, reaching up and grabbing the knife on your counter. “Don’t touch me, you sadistic piece of shit. I’ll fucking kill you.”

In an instant, he tackled you, grabbing your arm and pinning you to the ground. One hand was on your wrist, the other wrapped around your throat. “Oh, so that’s what you want to do, huh? You want to hurt me? You want to kill me? Do it.”

His grip loosened around your throat and he tugged your hand, positioning it so you had the knife resting right at the center of his chest. You could easily kill him from there, press hard enough and slice through an aorta, but you didn’t. You couldn’t and he knew that. With a shaky hand, you pressed slightly, but then pulled away.

Even if you wanted him to hurt, even if you wanted him to pay, you didn’t want to be like him. You weren’t a murderer. You weren’t a monster like him. He tsked in response, yanking the knife from your hands and clenching your throat again.

“It’s sad. I really hoped you would have it in you. But you always have to fight it.” He leaned in, letting his mask rest against your cheek. “Maybe you like me too much.”

“Fuck you.” You spat angrily.

“You already did, sweetheart, and we both know you loved it.” He forced his thumb into your mouth, pressing the knife to your throat. You had no other choice but to wrap your lips around the digit, letting him push it to the back of your throat.

“Such a filthy slutty mouth. I should really do something about it, shouldn’t I? Make you my good girl all over again.” You were basically choking on the leather at this point, the metallic taste of blood on them making your eyes sting. You wanted to fight him, you wanted to bite his thumb off.

After a few long moments, he pulled away, leaving you drooling and gasping for air. Once you found your voice, you spoke again. “I’m not yours, and I never will be. I hate you. You’re disgusting.”

“Then why are you soaked through your panties right now, huh?” He pressed his thigh against your crotch, grinding it against you. You jolted from the sudden hard sensation against your clothed clit, a surprised moan slipping from your lips.

You were soaked. Why did your body react this way? Why did your body want this, when your mind was fighting so hard against it? What was wrong with you?

He grinded his thigh against your cunt harder, giving you more delicious friction. You couldn’t help but buck your hips against him. “Yeah, that’s it. Fuck yourself on my thigh like the little slut you are. Does that feel good?”

You bit your lip, holding back a moan and refusing to respond. He dug his knife into your neck, drawing blood. You hissed in pain. “Answer me, whore.”

“Yes.” You mewled, grinding against him, feeling that coil in your stomach tighten.

You shut your eyes, trying to pretend that you weren’t here, doing this with him. That it was anybody else. It helped slightly, except for the chilling feeling of the knife pressing against your skin as a reminder. He gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Keep them open.” He hissed, reaching down and pushing your panties aside, rubbing your clit roughly. You arched your back, your eyes flying open, coming face to face with his mask. His other hand pinched your cheeks, holding you in place. “Good girl.”

The next thing you knew, he had you pushed over the edge, letting you grind against his thigh as you worked yourself through your high, moaning and mewling.

He wrapped his arms around you, carrying you back to the bedroom. Your legs felt like jelly when he placed you down on the bed, and you heard the familiar clinking of his belt. He was on top of you this time, removing parts of his robe. You should be looking at him and everything he revealed, memorizing all of it and putting the pieces together. But before you could even think he was inside you and thrusting at an intoxicating pace.

“Fuck.” You choked out as you felt him wrap a hand around your throat and squeeze. Your eyes fluttered as he hit that spot every time.

“Isn’t it so much better when you don’t fight it? When you give in? Doesn’t it feel so good?” He hisses into your ear.

You found yourself nodding, unable to speak or think, just feel. Just like he wanted. He was winning. He had won time and time again, and you were tired of fighting. Tonight, you let yourself give in. You let yourself get lost in the pleasure and just feel.

He made you cum on his cock multiple times, switching positions and moving you like a doll, making you feel like a toy for him to use. You moaned and held onto him, cumming so hard that you were getting dizzy and you couldn’t even recognize the sounds you were making anymore.

It was probably the fourth time, (or maybe the fifth, you were losing count) when he had you on your knees while he thrusted in from behind. Your legs were shaking, threatening to give out, but he kept you up with one arm around your waist. His other groped your breast, enjoying how the flesh bounced in his hand.

“Ghostface, Ghostface.” You moaned, and your eyes were rolling into the back of your head. He leaned over and kissed you, and you barely comprehend that his mask was off and you could feel his stubble scraping against your jaw.

“Danny, baby. Call me Danny.” He crooned into your ear, biting the skin softly.

“Danny.” You let slip, hearing him groan in pleasure, his cock pulsating a little from your words. He kissed you again. “Good fucking girl. My good girl. Keep gripping my cock, just like that.”

He wrapped an arm around your neck, and you could feel yourself getting all light headed as he pounded inside. He was fucking you even harder, enjoying how you tightened from the lack of oxygen. He hit that spot over and over, making you see stars and pushing you over the edge. He came with you, biting into your shoulder so hard that he drew blood.

You felt him lay you down and bed, the familiar flash of a camera stinging your eyes and breaking you out of your daze ever so slightly. You didn’t care. You couldn’t. You were too exhausted, and you let yourself drift off.

[dilophosauridae248]

Crunchy :3

[golden-boy-of-the-gazette]

I like the idea that Danny is a little WEIRDO about sex. Doesn't need it but whenever he gets turned on somethings gotta get done about it. He doesn't mind it obviously but most times anything sexual feels like a chore. Gotta keep the body running in good condition for his work or something I guess.

Doesn't get turned on the the usual stuff I imagine. Moreso like in a way someone flickered their head when they said something or the way they shifted in their seat. Weird little voyeuristic things sort of. Hard to put this into words but at least I know what I'm on about in my head.

[whorrorbellee]

CherryWaves

Prologue

Ghostface! Danny Johnson x f!reader

Danny just had to save you. He just had to save your poor sad life. Knocking your sad frail body against fake plastic tiles. Shoving his fingers down your throat like a kid fishing for pennies. What was it you wrote in your diary? Your shiny white masked knight in a black shroud? Well how cute. Maybe it was time he kept a pet around. Just to play or course. 18+ : eventual smut, themes of suicide (reader attempts), selfharm, sexual content, murder, themes of violence

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There's something in the air. Maybe it's that time of year. When you feel yourself fall away like thread splitting at the seams. When you’re clutching at the fabric of your knit sweater. Pulling it closer to your skin. Jeans become looser around your waist, you watch them fall around your hips as you push down the urge to throw up. It's normal. It's a regular occurrence you swear! When winter comes round it's like you're dying from the inside. Wilting quickly. Blackened petals folding in on themself. Ready to crumble into a pile of ash. You're just another brown leaf on the sidewalk. Stepped on, splashed over. Melting into a mushy pile like the others. Until spring comes, when you find yourself blossoming all over again.

And maybe you haven't been too careful recently, watchful, cautious. You're in and out of work. The days feel slower and quicker and it's hard to remember what time it is and when you last washed the bra you're wearing. So it's not like you're keeping an eye on things. 

You rub your eyes. Eyeliner smudging underneath, you feel the grit of your mascara rub against your eyelids. You huff smoke. Cigarette hanging out of your mouth as you tuck your hair behind your ears. There’s a slight chill in the air which is slightly unusual for Florida, but you tuck your thin sweater around your chest anyway, numb fingers taking the cigarette out your mouth as you blow a billow of smoke into the air. 

You throw the cigarette on the floor and crush it under your foot, watching the embers escape into the concrete slabs. You check your watch. It's only ten past five, Thursday evening. Someone bumps shoulders with you as you pass by a crowd after work rush. You've only just escaped from a job yourself. You pat down your jeans, wallet gone. You look back quickly and watch someone scurry across the crowd of people, ducking between workers and customers. He was out of sight just as you noticed him. You sigh. Looking up at the pharmacy ahead. You bite your lip. 

You pull yourself into a nook between shops and lean down on the cold gravel. Hands digging into your pockets, you pull out 4 dollars, a lighter and a receipt for milk. You bite the insides of your cheeks. Hands scraping up the wall as you bring yourself back up on your feet. 

The door to the pharmacy swings open, it smells like an air-conditioning unit and pepto bismol, your shoes scrape across the floor as you wander around the aisles, eyes flicking through hair products, condoms, prenatal vitamins, and finally razors. A pack of twelve single blades is a buck. You wonder if you should just tuck them under your sleeve and buy a burger from over the road instead. You wonder if you should buy them at all. But you find your feet shuffling over to the counter anyway, before you can even think for yourself.

Are you really doing this? 

Yes. 

You made up your mind a long time ago. 

You slide the pack across the counter along with a two dollar bill , the pharmacist looks up at you with a smile, it stretches across his face like a mask. Skin shiny and plastic. Against the hard fluorescent lights, You smile back quickly and watch him type up the price on the cash machine, buttons clicking. He looks at you. Eyes tracing over the curves of your cheeks, you watch his lips purse, eyes flicking towards the packet you slammed down on the counter mere moments ago, the bill curling up at the sides, you wonder if it still has coke around the edges. He sighs. “Do you have any I.D?” 

You blink, biting your lip in annoyance. Of course you fucking dont. Your wallet just got stolen. You want to scream. You pat down your pockets, digging into the back ones and then shrug, baring your teeth on one side. “Oh sorry, I think I left it at home.”

He stares back in annoyance. “I'm old enough to buy them though, I promise.” you laugh, pushing the cash closer towards him. 

“You have to be over 18 to buy, I'm sorry if you don't have any I.D I can't let you buy any.” 

“I've bought them here before and you didn't ask for I.D?” 

Plan B it is.

He shrugs, pushing your cash back at you. You blink slowly, hand grabbing onto the dollar bill and pushing yourself away from the counter. He watches you pass through the aisle, and you slip your hand out quickly to grab something before running out the door, your feet thumping against the sidewalk quickly, you dash into an alleyway and pull the object into your line of sight. It's a child's lip balm shaped like some cartoon character, it's dead-stock of some kind because you had the same one when you were about five, tiny cracked lips covered in glitter. Toothy grin.

You throw it on the floor and take out your carton of cigarettes, there's one. Broken, shoved in sideways at the bottom, you fish it out quickly and rip off the end, fishing your lighter out, you bring the cancer to your lips, breathing in as you flick the clippers edge, sparks fly quickly. You bring your thumb down repeatedly but no flame appears. 

You fight the urge to bash your head against the wall. 

You walk twenty minutes down the road, climb a flight of stairs and then settle between the indentation in your cheap sofa, your apartment is inherently hot, even as the sun sets behind the curtains you feel yourself melt into the cracked leather. Skin sticking to shiny fabric. The place wasn't exactly clean, but it wasn't like you were living in squalor the whole time, clothes piled into corners of the room, a couple of empty glasses here and there. A moulding cup of coffee on the windowsill, unopened bills piled next to the door. It was a list of things you weren't going to have to deal with in the next coming days or ever.

When you blink yourself awake it's eleven pm. You smile into your palm. Bare feet pattering against linoleum tile to the cupboard in your bathroom, you pull out the full bottle of sleeping pills. Closing the door and watching your face appear in the mirror, dark circles and gaunt cheeks. You trace your brow bone with your finger, watching the nail scrape against skin, it trails down to your cheeks. Then your lips and then you smother your face in your hands. 

They won't find you till Monday, maybe Tuesday if they don’t realise you’re missing, maybe never, maybe you'll rot into the floorboards till it gives out on the weight of your swollen body and you'll collapse into the floor underneath you, you're a lawsuit waiting to happen. You wonder if the coroner will think you're pretty. Will they judge you for the underwear you're wearing, or will it be sliced off without a thought?  They'll mark it as a suicide the minute they see the scars across your thighs 

Will your Mum even attend the funeral? 

Will he?

You groan against your palms, smile disappearing into nothing. You can't keep doing this to yourself, edging yourself at the thought of death. You shake yourself out of it quickly. Pulling the door open and grabbing the first bottle of liquor you can see. You sit down on the floor near the tv. Running your fingers over the edge of the pill bottle, fingernail knocking against every divot of the cap, you bite your lip as you pull it off. Pouring a couple into your hand, five perfect pills lying neatly in your palm. You tear the bottle cap of the whiskey, shoving the pills into your mouth without care and drowning them. 

You swallow, feeling them go down your throat, nearly scratching the sides. Switching on the tv to some horror movie, you fall into the crevice of the couch.

And now you wait. 

It feels like hours have passed quickly and you're floating, and suddenly the floor is crashing up at you. You're slumped over the toilet bowl as someone's hand digs deeply into your mouth, you gag, fingers leaving a trail of spit as you puke into the toilet bowl, the taste of acid and leather on your tongue. Your eyes are half closed as your cheek rests against the ceramic seat. It feels hard to breathe, you suck in air all jagged. You're breathing all wrong. Something or someone pats your back softly, and then you're throwing up all over again, watching the white pills come up quickly. There's about four in the toilet, only a sliver of them dissolved. Snot runs down your face. It's only been a few minutes since you took them and apparently since some guy has come into your home.

Your hands grip on the floor as the black smudges approach your face again, mouth yanked open as he shoves his fingers down your throat, you feel the bile rise up. And you're chucking up all over again, it’s just pure stomach acid, but the last pill comes up and you feel yourself slump into a pile on the cold plastic floor, tears wetting the hair you're leaning against. The shower curtain billowing against your legs. Your hands feel weak and you can barely grip a fist. You cough against yourself, drooling out your mouth. You run your hands over your face as you curl into a ball. You're hot to the touch, sweating through your shirt. Back sticking to the fabric.

Whoever is in your apartment has ruined your plans. 

You blink as a cool glass of water is pressed to your lips, it tastes so sweet in comparison to the sick, and you gulp down the liquid as someone hushes at you softly. Leather wipes away your tears, you're pulled into a chest and rocked back and forth until you stop hyperventilating, it feels like you’re a child all over again, feeling so small. Half awake in the arms of comfort. You wonder if he’ll bring you to bed, tuck you in and read you a story.

It pulls off your clothes in quick recession, your limp body placed carefully in the bath, he holds your body to the wall as your scrubbed clean of spit and puke. Gentle hands running down your body. You're still so out of it. Eyes half closed the whole time, they feel so raw. The light penetrating through the window feels like they are ripping them out of your head.  

Then your body gets pulled out of the tub, into your bedroom where you’re fully clothed all over again. He chosen the nice pj’s, the ones your mum got you for christmas, fished out from the sale rack of some expensive department store. They're still so soft on your skin, even when you use the cheap detergent. Strands of hair are wiped away from your face as you lie in bed. Your arms and legs are useless, they flop against the mattress as a sheet is pulled over your body. 

You gaze up at the guardian angel. A pale face gapes back at you. Black eyes, a skeletal nose, You gasp. Wetting your lips with your tongue. Your heart beat raises for the first time that night. Your lip quivers into a smile. “Who?-”

“Shh, It's okay. Wrong place and Wrong time. Okay?” his hand grasps around your chin pulling your head into a gradual nod. You blink up at him. Lips parting. He smoothes a hand over the black sheet. He stands up, quiet on his feet as he approaches the door, you meet his gaze as he turns round. 

“Try killing yourself again and I'll gut you” his hand grasps the door, he pauses. “Got it?” 

You find yourself nodding quickly,“Yeah, I got it”.

“Good” He flicks the light off. The room pools into darkness, and he steps into the light of the hallway, whatever is on the tv switches off and the door slams shut after.