#jed’s food for thought

[copsecore]

do you think DUMP has assisted dying laws for vampires? hmm

Can you imagine Vincent and Lovely watching as Sam slowly…you know—decides when he’s ready to go? They both know they can’t talk him out of it, but it’s kind of painful to see someone you care about sort of slowly grow distant when they’re ready to essentially kick the bucket. Or, would he instead become more oddly cheerful & vibrant? Like a form of cathartic enjoyment?

Vincent and Lovely get to enjoy forever with eachother. Sam doesn’t want that for himself. He doesn’t want an eternity. Even if Darlin’ decides to give up a part of themselves for more time with Sam, he knows what he’s decided regardless what they choose. And I’m sure Darlin’ would go right after—if not with him—if they decided on the vampirism thing.

[copsecore]

mmmm asher and babe rainy make out sesh one shot mmmmmmmm

[zombie-jed]

I love when artists draw them top surgery scars on every man ever but I would love to see more trans tape, chest binders, bras, and just straight up men with they titties out too

[morwap]

WITH ONE FLAT FOOT ON THE DEVIL’S WING

➸ danny johnson x fem!reader

➸ smut | some dark! content | pre!entity

➸ nav | d.j m.list | part one

➸ dom!danny, sub!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, stalking, breaking and interning, mask kink, degradation and praise, spanking, oral m!&f! receiving, filming, head pushing, creampie

Opening your nightstand drawer and pushing around the junk that you throw in there from time to time, finally finding what you were looking for.

It was a little damaged, the corners bent and a piece of the left corner ripped. You stared at the picture, one hand playing with the hem of your panties. the same ones he was using in the picture, of course, now they were clean. All the DNA that covered them was now stripped away and gone.

You haven't heard from him in weeks, the sexual encounters you’ve had after that day seemed dry and didn’t really hold your interest. Your job was even more boring, being a secretary at the Roseville gazette was not the most entertaining job but you do get a few laughs from your coworkers, especially jed, he’d come to your desk a lot to joke around and ask if you had heard things around the office, he loved hearing your gossip since people often thought you and him were the type to tell their secrets too since you both had an inviting aroma, you liked hearing the drama he had to tell which left you both giggling.

Two of your work friends invited you to drinks at walleyes, this was something unusual since the ghostface murders started so you agreed.

three shots in and holding who you think is tessa’s bag, you were ready to go home and no matter how many people were hitting on you, you knew it wouldn’t be what you wanted.

it was late and you were really not wanting to have a hangover on a work day, you couldn’t call off if you wanted that vacation time in june.

you made sure tessa’s bag got to her before leaving, your house wasn’t too far and you were barely feeling the shots. you debated on grabbing food while you were out but decided not to since most places were closed and the only food that was super close to you was gas station food.

you pulled into your driveway, hurrying to get your house keys out of your bag before you turned off your car. you didn't know what it was but as soon as you shut your car door you had this eerie feeling, your house was the last on the street and then beside you were trees for miles so this feeling washed over you sometimes during late nights but this felt different.

making your way to your door while constantly looking behind you just in case was something you had been good at, stopping in front of your door, trying to find the right key.

your bag slid down from your shoulder onto your forearm, it knocked into your door making it creak open.

you knew damn well you locked your door.

your mind fought between it being him or it being someone else.

taking a deep breath, you walked in, not closing the door all the way. you walked towards your living room.

there sat ghostface, his gloved fingers tapping on the arm of the chair he sat in. you sat your bag on your couch, tossing your keys onto it.

“didn’t think you were gonna come back,” you said, you played with your hands nervously.

“i keep my promises, i gave you back your panties as much as i wanted to keep them didn't i?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

you let out a soft laugh and shook your head, “what took you so long?” you asked.

“can’t spend all my time with you bunny, i'm a busy man and i came as soon as i was free” he said and shrugged. “but let's see if you keep your word since you were so cocky on the phone” he added as he spun the camcorder that sat on the table beside him.

you smiled as you walked closer to him, sinking to your knees once in front of him. you reached over to the camcorder, bringing it to you and turned it on then hitting record. you handed it to him.

“i keep my promises too,” you said, touching his cock through his clothes. you looked at the camera as he made sure to focus on your face, sometimes moving it to your hands but it always ended back onto your face.

danny was grinning ear to ear under his mask, he knew you’d be perfect since the day you started working where he did, he just knew there was something behind your whole nice persona plus he didn't spend all that time watching you for him to be disappointed.

undoing his pants and pulling out his cock was thrilling, it was something you’d thought about since the phone call, it was all you could think about at work and it was certainly the only thing you could think about at night.

danny’s chest moved up and down as his breathing got quicker and the mask sure didn't help.

your hand went up and down his length, looking from his tip to the camera.

“put your mouth to work” ghostface demanded, you looked at the black fabric that covered his eye before licking up his cock and then licking around his tip.

danny let out a pleased hum, he took the camera into his left hand and his right came to the back of your head, he didn’t put any pressure.

you took him into your mouth, moving your head up and down, over and over. you’d look up at him or the camera from time to time and each time it made you want him inside of you more and more.

“oh you’re good at this, bet you have so much experience” he groaned, his hand holding the camera starting to get a bit shaky. you answered him with a disagreeing hum around his cock.

“you don’t gotta lie doll i know you’re a fuckin’ whore” danny scoffed, he knew everything, absolutely everything about you. danny pushed your head down this time, making you gag around him and making him laugh silently.

you looked at him as you deepthroated him, your hands gripped at his thighs. his hand didn’t apply any more pressure and let you move your head freely. you let off him, catching your breath before sucking him off again. you took him back into your mouth, licking a vein that was near his tip over and over making his hip shudder and buck up. your tongue swiped over his slit a few times then you swirled your tongue around his tip.

danny was close, his hips bucking up and his balls tightening, his hand now guiding your head as you looked up at the camera.

“good girl, you’re such a good girl” danny moaned out, jerking off with your panties was good but not as good as this for sure. you hummed around him, rolling your eyes back as you continued pleasing him. ghostface was a lot thicker than you imagined and your jaw would surely be sore by the time you woke up in the morning.

you could hear him cursing under his breath, the pulsing in your cunt was almost unbearable.

“m’gonna cum bunny, fuck- you better swallow it” he said through gritted teeth. his abdomen tightened as his cock twitched in your mouth, you moaned around him which made his hips buck up harder.

danny’s hand pushed your head down to his base as he came into your mouth. he tried to keep the camera steady as he groaned.

you looked up at him, tears coming to your eyes as you tried to not choke on him, he could feel you rubbing his thigh in a weird comforting way. his hand let off your head and you made your way up to his tip, practically sucking him clean.

danny focused the camera on your face, “open your mouth” he ordered as you got your mouth off his cock.

you tilted your head back a little and opened your mouth, his gloved hand grabbed your jaw gently as you waited for him to tell you to swallow.

“fuckin’ swallow it” he demanded, pushing your mouth closed and then moving to your neck, he wanted to feel you swallow.

you obeyed, taking it all down in a gulp.

“good little bunny,” he praised and pat your cheek, “get on the couch” he added in a serious tone. you wanted to kiss him but you knew he wouldn’t take off the mask. danny put himself back into his boxers for the moment.

you got off your knees and made your way to your couch with ghostface not far behind, you moved your purse and keys to the floor before getting on your knees on the couch, waiting for his instructions.

danny set the camcorder onto your coffee table before walking over to you, tilting his head to the side as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb then moving to unbutton your shirt, the same shirt he had seen you wearing at work that was just a little too tight for your figure.

“you’re so pretty, doll” he complimented. it made you smile as you stared up at him.

you half expected him to just rip your shirt off instead of treating it carefully, before you knew it he was taking your shirt off you and tossing it to the floor. danny pushed you to get on your elbows and knees on the couch, your skirt was riding up and your shoes had fallen off and onto the floor.

danny got behind you, his gloved hand running up your leg to your waist, your skirt was tight, it was one of the ones you wore to work but it was just a little too long for danny’s liking; he reached for his knife that was by his thigh.

he grabbed the fabric with one hand and cut it off of you. you gasped and turned your head to him. before you could talk he started.

“calm down doll, s’just not one of my favorites,” he said, taking the now destroyed skirt and tossing it to the ground. you playfully rolled your eyes, you weren’t gonna fight him about it. danny put the knife back before touching your legs again.

you had on mint-colored panties with white lace, his fingers sliding under the fabric and pulling them down your legs.

“i’ll be keeping these bunny” danny said as he stuffed them into his pocket, your cunt was on full display for him.

“please touch me” you whined, you wanted him so bad, you didn’t if he fingered you or ate you out you just wanted him inside of you.

danny laughed, he knew you were getting needy, “i'll give you what you want bunny” he said as he moved his mask up and to the side to where it just perfectly hid his face. he held you still as his tongue made contact with your cunt, he kissed your clit before sucking softly making you moan into the cushion.

you arched your back as he lapped at you over and over, his hands massaging your skin as he kept you still.

“ghostface-“ you started, stray hair was in your face as you wished he would go faster.

“you can call me danny” he interrupted you, his mouth leaving your cunt for a second then going back, circling his tongue over your clit.

“danny please fuck me” you begged, you dug your nails into the cushion.

danny left your cunt, moving his mask back to his face.

“such a needy fuckin’ whore, so impatient” he muttered which made you whine and move your hips back a bit, he slapped down on your ass, making you jump. danny palmed himself before taking his cock out of his boxers again, he rubbed himself on your slit.

danny hummed as his tip teased your entrance, you tried to press back onto him but his free hand stopped you.

“be a good girl and wait” danny said, correcting your behavior. He tapped his cock on your clit before going up and down your slit again, just teasing you.

“you’re just being mean” you huffed as you took his teasing, this has been the only thing on your mind and now he just wants to torture you. danny laughed, leaving his tip at your entrance.

“oh- i’m mean, bunny?” he asked humorously and just when you were about to respond he thrust into you making you gasp, he filled you up so nicely. danny’s hands grabbed your waist and pulled you into each thrust.

“c'mon doll, am i mean now? since you couldn’t fucking wait” he scoffed, the fabric from his pants scratched the back of your thighs.

“no” you stuttered out, his balls slapping against your clit. danny grabbed you by your hair and lifted your head to look back at him.

“what was that?” he asked, you wanted this so bad and now you just felt like jelly and already cock drunk for him which would definitely make you embarrassed in the morning.

“you’re not mean!” you whined out, danny pushed your head down and kept his hand there, his thrusts got faster and rougher.

“i’ll show you fucking mean” he gritted, his hand that was on your waist moved to your ass, smacking down on your skin as you looked at the camera.

you moaned his name a few times as he spanked you over and over, your orgasm was coming and it was coming hard, you were so excited, you hadn’t had sex like this in since you didn’t even know when but there was something about this that made it so exciting.

your body rocked as he used you, his grunts and moans was something you tried to focus on. his gloved hand squeezed your ass before moving his hand back to your waist. metal from his pants prodded at your skin.

danny wanted to fucking ruin you, make to where you’d never expirence something like this with anyone else.

he rutted into you roughly you had no idea how you could keep up, your eyes rolled back as he just kept going, you didn’t think it could feel any better but it just amazed you.

“danny- danny- please i’m gonna cum” you told him, you could barely get out your words, you were trying to catch your breath.

“you wanna cum? after being mean to me?” danny snarled, shaking his head.

“please! i’m so sorry! please i didn’t mean it i promise” you cried you, you reached to his hand on your head, holding his hand, your fingers pushed up his sleeves to feel his skin.

“you’re such a sweetheart when you beg, my sweet little thing” he cooed at you, you were so close, his cock felt so good inside you. “rub your clit angel” he added.

your free hand moved to your clit, rubbing with two fingers in circle motions. you moaned and dug your nails into his skin.

“cum when you’re ready doll” he said, giving into your begging and pleading which wasn’t normal, he would’ve made you hold it but maybe it was just the goodness of his heart and influenced his decision.

“thank you” you whimpered as your fingers went faster, danny’s abdomen was tightening as you clenched around him.

you came with a loud whimper, squirting all over his cock and your fingers, soaking the cushion underneath you as well. you mumbled incoherent things as danny moaned out loud.

“fuck- bunny” he breathed out, danny tossed his head back a bit.

“cum in me, please danny” you begged, taking your fingers off your clit and wiping your hand on the cushion.

“if that's what you want bunny” he said smugly. danny’s cock twitched inside of you, he bit his cheek as his balls tightened, a few final thrusts and he was spilling inside of you.

it felt like he would never stop cumming, he left go of your hair not even realizing he was tugging so harshly, your hand held his hand there and you didn’t let go.

danny took deep breaths as he recovered. you let your eyes flutter shut as you relaxed, danny moved his hand from your head and leaned over you, he moved his mask to the side and kissed your head, you let out a pleased hum as he fixed his mask.

danny pulled out of you, watching his cum drip from out of your cunt. there was a deep desire to eat you out until you were so overstimulated you would cry but it was time to go. danny got up and grabbed the camcorder, bringing it to your cum covered cunt.

“you’re so pretty bunny” he complimented, you smiled as he started to stroke your thigh. “you did so good for me” he added as he ended the recording, he got up to clean himself up in your bathroom.

the last thing you heard was “i’ll give you a call bunny” then silence.

you woke up two hours later, your eyes focused on your coffee table, a new set of clothes, a glass of water, two wet rags and your birth control all sat on it.

-

the next day was work, the back of your thighs stung a bit when you sat in your chair. nothing interesting happened except for jed coming around shit talking your coworkers and asking if you had an alright night.

people came in and out of the place, interns and people trying to get in touch with your boss or coworkers and it finally had gone dead when night came, you only had two hours till you could leave so you relaxed.

when you came back from the bathroom you found something on your desk, a yellow mailer with your name on it sat beside your keyboard, you looked around to see absolutely no one in the lobby, you were alone.

you were quick to open it, grabbing what was inside, a flash drive. you were used to people sending pictures in on flash drives for others but you had never gotten one with your name on it.

you looked around again before putting into your computer and clicking the pop up, it only had a video on it, you looked around again.

he was here. he dropped this off and had to have had the mask off. you were excited but you knew you shouldn’t watch it now, not on the clock at least.

you gave in and clicked it, making sure the audio was off, it started playing and you watched as you handed him the camera.

you looked at the yellow mailer and shook it, a polaroid fell out. your eyes went back to the video.

a noise came from beside you, you panicked and exited off the video and turned to the side.

“y/n, what are you doing?” jed whispered as his eyes were wide and you just knew he saw.

“nothing” you whispered yelled at him, squeezing your eyes shut.

“that didn’t look like nothing, i didn’t know you were so naughty” he poked fun at you.

“oh my god, stop it, it’s not like that” you cringed, jed rolled his eyes. he leaned against your desk, his sleeves rolled up his forearm.

the nail marks on his wrist caught your eye.

[copsecore]

god please im so curious LMAO

Rb if you want all the hcs people have about you in your inbox

[golden-boy-of-the-gazette]

Jed after a long day.

SFW pure fluff.

When Jed arrived home- at your home, you live separately because he insists upon it. "Don't want to intrude." He says even though he sleeps there nearly every night now. Anyway when he gets to your house after work he doesn't announce himself. You're busy cooking dinner, something simple, something easy and quick enough for anyone to do.

You don't hear him coming up behind you. He doesn't want you to. He whispers a small "Don't move." And it startles you of course, his voice husky and low directly into your ear where there once was silence. So obviously you flinch a bit and turn your head to look at him but he corrects you, using his left hand to reach around and put two fingers on your jaw to gently push your face back forward to focus you back on your cooking.

He moves his left hand to your waist, holding you gently while slipping his thumb into the waistband of your pants but not bothering whatsoever to go any further. This is where you turn off the burner on the stove and push the pan to the back burner. He moves his glasses to sit above his forehead before his right hand starts at the small of your back, his large calloused hand almost covering all of it. He slowly slips his fingers under your shirt. It's not malicious, you would know if it was. His right hand slides around to your front, resting in your stomach. He gives a little tug, thats all it took for him to pull you back flush to his front. He let's out the smallest sigh through his nose and hides his face in the crook of your neck.

"I made food." You murmur, to which you get an almost dismissive, deep grunt from Jed. You're quiet for a moment before asking, "You hungry? I can make you a plate?" He doesn't even answer. You feel him grimace, his nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed at the thought. He felt more nauseated than anything. Then he slides his hand away from your hip and your stomach before he stands up straight, leaving cold to linger where he once was.

He doesn't say anything before walking over to the couch and plopping down, his left arm hanging over the side as of dragging against the floor. You were a little worried. He would usually at least tell you if he wasn't hungry. Usually he doesn't even know if he is hungry until he sees the food but this was no such case. You watched him lay on the couch, not bothering to even properly take his shoes off, simply putting the tip of his shoe above the heel and pushing them off as he smooshed his face into the cushion.

You tiptoe over, not wanting to bother him to much but he still hears you. He hears just about everything you do. You asked him how he could do that once and he didn't really respond. You now realize that he actually diverted the question at the time. His eyes flick up towards you as you kneel down beside him. He stares at you. It's almost chilling. You started to prefer when he couldn't keep his mouth shut. God, it seemed like he was hunting you. It also seemed like he was tired. You gently put your hand against his cheek, gently stroking it with your thumb. If he was surprised he didn't show it. He stopped staring at you, finally diverting his gaze to the couch cushion beneath him. He can tell you're going to ask a question. Its written all over the worry in your face. He seems annoyed by it but you never were able to figure out his emotions too well. Just as you open your mouth to speak he speaks first. "M'fine. Just tired." He paused for a moment. "Been a long day."

You get the feeling he doesn't want to talk about it. So instead you quietly ask, "Can I sit with you?" He sits quietly for a moment as if confused about your question before he sits up, about to sit up all the way until you stop him, putting one hand against his head and the other on his shoulder, encouragement to stay in his half sitting up and half laying down position he was in. Then you slid yourself onto the couch and promptly forced his head into your lap, not aggressively of course yet surprising him anyway.

He's silent for a good moment, pausing before scooching up closer to you. You take his glasses off his forehead and lean over him to set them on the coffee table, to which he is enthused to be pressed between your thighs and your stomach. You think you even see a smile tug at the corner of his lips. He moved his hand off of the floor and onto your knee, inching closer to your thigh. You run your hand through his hair and he let's out a heavy sigh. Looking at him reminds you of a dog really, you're sure if he had a tail it would be wagging stupidly right now.

You turn on the TV and sit there for a good while. Only halfway into a movie does he start talking about his day. You don't interrupt and instead respond with small hums of acknowledgement or inquiry unless prompted to respond. A "yeah?" Or two tossed in for good measure. He seemed to be feeling better after a while but not even two movies in and he's asleep? Snoring like he's never slept in his life. And in his defense he rarely does. You let him stay on the couch until you finally convince him to go to bed.

He doesn't care about you and probably never will but there are times where you make him think he does. There are times that you make it so he's not thinking at all. He's not thinking about murder for once. It's nice. For a moment. Until that itch comes back a moment later and actually feels like himself. It makes those moments pretty fuckin nice.

[tryan-a-bex]

100 fics

Today I posted my 100th fic on Ao3!

My first was Pottery; or Function, Purpose and Heart on Mar 11, 2023. It was a retired Dreamling fic with Destruction (who I call Joe) as the main character.

I moved fairly quickly into my Spy x Family crossover series. Anya is so cute, and throwing her in with Dreamling and the Endless family led to a lot of fun shenanigans! (Generally you don't need to know Spy x Family canon to follow these.)

Next I started on my Sandman x Scooby Doo shenanigans! I really like the Scooby Gang, and there are definitely some mysteries to solve surrounding the Endless! (With awesome art by @sab-draws!)

Gaulcienne caught my eye next. Lucienne, my beloved librarian, and the shape-changing dream-fairy? Oh yes! A Quiet Love with Wings has most of my commissioned art, with pieces by @athymelyreply for Sometimes when You Fall, You Fly, @ibrithir-was-here for Fireflies and a Missing Person, and @designtheendless for The Dragon Rider!

King of Night and Prince of Day, for @nathanwonderwolf's wonderful art, has the second highest kudos of all my fics.

Then I invented an OC who is the preteen personification of the consciousness of humanity, aka Social Media. I thought this was pure crack but people liked it and now it's a series! Dinner and Play was created with @carnelianmeluha's food ideas in mind!

My Dreamling works tend to be short and sweet, often prompted by something on tumblr or discord, and are collected as Dreamling vignettes.

I have recently written (but not yet posted) my first honest to god smut, but early dabbles in the craft were mostly crack, like my Helm Fucking Crack series. I'm unreasonably proud of how cracked it is, and thank everyone who enabled me (notably @sleepsonfutons, @windsweptinred, @tickldpnk8, @zzoomacroom, read their fics!).

My obsession with Fuckboi Dream (mind the tags) is ongoing, and included creating a chapter index with notes so I can find things, a series about Murphy's childhood (somebody please read these, they are so cute), and others, fanart as well!

In The Dragon's Tongue, Lucienne takes on Titania! I commissioned @lostelfwriting to write the bdsm continuation of the scene, and she did a fantastic job!

A Reunion in the Dreaming (picnic recreated here) was the first fic in Walking with the Walkers, my series about Rose, Jed and Unity. It features Rose and Ara (Barbie transformed in Life is but a Dream), Rose and Jed meeting their Endless family members, Jed and Gault having adventures, and Unity throwing family parties in the Dreaming (with art by @ilya-halfelven).

Trials of a Shapeshifter in Love (in which Gault tries to surprise Lucienne with a romantic dinner) was my favourite fic from October 2023 -- Femslash weekend (by @sandmanfemslashfans ) and Monsterfucktober (by @seiya-starsniper and friends) made it a really fun month! I also wrote Chantal and Zelda, Johanna and Death, and zombie Lyta (my most angsty fic, I believe).

Just Get Me Off the Damn Mountain was written for designtheendless' contest and omg, I won! It is my most popular fic, at 185 kudos!

I also wrote an OG story for NaNoWriMo! At 23k, Wander Witch is by far my longest story (the next longest is under 9k).

After a bit of being stuck, I got started again by writing continuations of @gabessquishytum's asks! Thank you to Gabe and to all the anons and contributors who allowed me to post their parts of the story!

Asmi, @weirdly-specific-but-ok, argued that he does not have a fandom, so (with permission) I proved him wrong by writing fanfic where he meets Crowley and the Maggot Fam. I love you, Asmi and the maggots!

Heading on an Adventure, the story of Rose and Orpheus' road trip, led to a series of library adventures for Lucienne (often featuring Meowpheus), starting with The Library Cat and continuing in the Lucienne my Beloved series.

I wanted more Lucienne and Walkers content, so I started a side blog, @lucienne-my-beloved, and am open to prompts there! On ao3, the series is called ficlets for lucienne.

Hob Meets the Doctor June 7, 2389 and The line I will not cross and the line I will (Gaulcienne) are my space fics, and I am unreasonably happy about them!

I'm now writing for @augustwritingchallenge! (They got me over 100 in my wips a week or two ago!) I combined prompts so you'll see a fic every 2-5 days in various series and fandoms, including Good Omens (Aug 30) and Dead Boy Detectives (soon).

And my 100th fic! Why are you whispering? a Jed and Rose fic for the late night call prompts. Woohoo!

Thank you so much to everyone who has supported my fandom journey! I'm the least depressed one in my long covid cohort, due to your support and friendship! I cherish every kudo and comment and bookmark and reblog, and the art and fics you all create as well!

[gloomyteddybear]

crazy all-over & for you

oneshot

cw/tw: vague-ass spoilers for twin peaks; creepy fluff; danny's very delulu; some allusion to kidnapping but it does sound more like trapping (staying under coersion/ obligation/ dependency, not necessarily the baby-type); good ol' referenced child abuse (thanks johnson-senior); matricidal ideation (but you kill eachother, idek how to tag this shit)

can be read as a sequel to 'vulture.

when you become a writer or an avid watcher, you begin to take notice of patterns, tropes they're called. repetitions of behavior that makes up a character's personality, you know them at a glance and your immersion is ruined; eventually due to them, your taste begins to change towards the unpredictable. you want something more real, more marking, more scarring, more... if you want it done right, do it yourself.

danny lost his immersion in life. during his many years limping on earth, each life-lesson hammered in the teachings of his father.

teachings-rants that sounded like it described someone, that talked about people, about relationships, about loyalty, about fear, about respect, about trust, --- about consequences for breaking that trust.

'people are... you can't trust people to stay. you gotta tie them down, give them a damn good reason not to leave.' he slurred, his sour breath stank of fermented and stale bread, clutching tiny-him by the shoulder to look'im in the eye. ('just like you give them something to cry about' went unsaid)

if he were to describe his father in movie tropes, it'd be the crazy homeless man who was right all along. sounds harsh, but it's true. raving about the war, being watched, communists, trees and (his phobia of) spiders.

he learned everything from him, he was thoughtful as a father, always preparing him for the worst case scenario so he didn't need to worry too much while making contingencies for unaccounted variables.

a slap against the back of his head (it hurt, always made him cry when he was younger, but kid-him knew he held back) always reminded him to never let anyone sneak up behind, watch his surroundings.

he was his father, who did dad things like making sure his room's not clean (perfectly horizontal pennies), got food on the table (always canned), kept the house clean (the stomach-acid smell of white vinegar) and safe (gun safety, tourniquets, traps)...

gave him... affection (the heavy shoulder pat when danny finally got that deer) and told him bedtime stories, even though he grew too old for them (gunfire, the fading light in their eyes, shells-hock).

sure, danny hid under his blankets like a spider's cocoon and pretended to sleep when he was drunk (suffocating safety), but... he truly tried raising (a soldier) him.

his role in that relationship is stoic, patient and efficient. but you... 

you didn’t know him by his real name– only as meek, weak, jed olsen--- you were... too... (minds eye picturing himself gesturing weakly with his hands to all of you) too you for danny, out of his league. but this man he pretended to be, meek but earnest, maybe he has a shot--- sure his typecasting was off (gaunt, grey, gangly and definitely not giddy) in his role as jed the only thing that salvaged his performance was his acting.

he couldn't reduce to just a love interest... it was... as if you were real. not a character unlike these... figurants--- these extras.

you warranted softness, normalcy, something he learned when comparing his childhood to others- he never had. you wanted a movie date (more like you were appalled that he never watched twin peaks, and wanted to amend that. but a man can dream) and he could never say no to you.

so danny has to make sure jed's house is clean. which includes... removing the evidence and preening himself 'til he looks presentable to his... (not a date, not a date, not a) series-binge-hangout-slash-maybe-comma-hopefully-sleepover.

danny grabs the collage of pictures on his wall and throws them into a shoebox beneath his bed (worst case scenario he'll say it's a sex-toy box, and lose more of his pride in the process) he feels kind of bad, like a parent boxing his kid's toys for a garage sale after they went away for college (not like he'd know what that's like, on neither end), he locks his bedroom for extra precaution.

now onto the... situation at hand... well, the ghostface's killings were described as messy crimes of passion, it's not going to be clean. it's not like he uses that sink to brush his teeth, anyway (it's broken to only use cold-freezing water, it's practically fate). it's not like the sink has visible traces of blood (it dries dark enough to look like usual inescapable grime) but-what-if you wanted to use the restroom and got sick?!

bleach, his father taught him, is just chemical white-out. he bets his father never thought he would use his knowledge of skinning deer for--- well maybe he did. gloves and a mask, disposable. his first bought-instead-of-handed-down sweater still has that pink-salmon-flesh spot.

danny uses mint air freshener this time, still have the same (spider) smell-of-crime warding-off properties of white-vinegar without the gag-inducing smell.

you shave-and-a-haircut-two-bits knock on his door. speak of the devil, but you weren't a devil, and he wished you'd appear as often as he thought of you. you smile at him, a hand holding what he assumes is the tape you brought.

danny keeps a hand on the door and stares as you enter, and closes it for you--- cushioning the doorknob behind him with both hands, he rocks backwards on his heels and plants his weight on the door until there's a 'click'. shoulders pressed against the wood as an anchor. trying to project playful, not predatory.

---him following soon after, he smiles. you smile back waving the tape in your hand. the ecstasy of having your eyes on his, it's a combination deadlier than any drug. he'd kill for one look, he'd die for one glance.

(4 weeks and 5 days of knowing him, you were so trusting its as if you wanted him to---)

"ready to create a conspiracy board? i'll even tell you if you're getting warmer," you smirk, all teasing "but for now, get us the snacks, henchman! don't want you to get spoiled for the plotwist."

jed made a mock "sure thing, boss." with one of those smiles he knew made his employers give him less work and spun on his heel to grab them (wasn't hard to, his pantries are practically for cobwebs). danny splurged a bit from his okay-ish paycheck, is it sad that this is the only indulgent thing he bought (aside from the hobby items) and it wasn't even for himself?

danny arrives, with the colorful packaging in his arms. all your favorites--- a coincidence that he also likes them (you two have so much in common it's like fate).

he sits beside you on the couch and you swing your legs over his lap, using him as a foot-rest when there's a perfectly available coffee table, oh-well. danny's not complaining. but jed does make a half-attempted whine-complain at the treatment.

you keep a close eye on his expressions, as jed plays up some of his reactions, not even paying attention to the show. the knowing smiles you had whenever anyone cried during the show, the dissecting gaze as you watch him just like he watched the show... it looked...his fingers twitched and he dismays at the lack of camera.

then, danny feels the weight on the couch dip and your neck is resting-bending uncomfortably on the arm-rest.

you're sleeping.

he resists to keep watching the series without your supervision (see? he has impulse control), and ejects the tape, keeping a mental-note of the hour-tally (a few episodes subtracted, for more time with you.)

danny stares, you looked so peaceful, untouched by the ghostface's reign of terror. this was where you belonged, in his... under...no, at his mercy.

he reached out a hand and trailed the delicate lines of your neck, he could just crack-snap your neck and get it over with... but it needs to be special, not just one-and-done murder, there has to be a build-up, some meaning for you, because this means so much to him. you have this stabbing grasp on danny and he wants to make sure that the feelings are mutual--- it needs to be mutual, its only good if your hands are also on his vulnerable throat. the only way you'll be allowed to die is by his hands and him, yours.

you both, at the same time. you will become his legacy and he will become yours, your deaths intertwined like veins of the same pulse. that's something to put on the headlines, a romeo of juliet but on-with purpose--- not due to some stupid misunderstanding but a mutual death.

you made your choice when you came here, you had to know what you were getting into, the newbie in town when, coincidentally, the murders began and he just-so-happens to be there to report ghostface's every move--- like a demented slasher-parody of peter parker. because you wouldn't be here if you...

if you... what if you didn't. you were only there because you didn't know. if you did, then you're danny's; if you didn't, then you're jed's.

that can't be. there's a narrative, a storyline, a fate. you were fated to be. you and danny. forever. 

he's had a taste of what it feels to have you in his life, and it feels like---love a-and... it's like you wanted him t-to...  (obsess, desire, envy, bleed).

--- and, and now he just can't let that feeling go. can't let you go, if you're not staying for danny, he'll just... tie you down and give you a damn good reason to stay.

[copsecore]

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[princesssarcastia]

i really hate reading them 99% of the time because they're so hard to do well. and because everyone else usually focuses on the things i find least interesting about it.

but it's sooooo fun to imagine what your favorite characters would do as feudal lords. it's a fascinating question: what would this character do with unlimited executive and probably military power over an area of land and its people? people who depended on them? would they be a good ruler? a bad one? would they take it seriously? do their inherent qualities make them better suited to that role than the modern era? or are they truly a product of the time and place they come from?

because I'm me, this thought exercise is a chance to daydream about "what if I held a gun to this character's head and forced them to get involved in politics?", really.

on one end of the scale you have anakin skywalker, who would....not....have done well as emperor, or frankly as any kind of feudal lord. maybe don't give him more power over life and death, or taxes, or food supplies. maybe don't.

on the other end of the scale, you have jed bartlet, who i truly believe would have been more comfortable with unilateral authority and a divine mandate. somebody make that man a king. let his staff profess their undying devotion to him on their knees, the way they so desperately, secretly wish they could in canon. i feel like it would Fix Them. Leo McGarry wants soooooo badly to swear his sword to Jed. you know it in your heart to be true.

[rabbittwist]

The Ghost's Pet

The Ghostface - Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson x Reader

Summary: N/A - Straight sauce.

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Word Count: 4.7k

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MASTERLIST | Dead by Daylight | The Ghostface

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WARNING [pet play, degrading, name calling, doggy style, breeding kink, creampie, creaming, puppy and bunny wear, oral, dumbification, death, long drabble]

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The scent of warm food flooded your nostrils as you made sure to mix the ingredients together, creating a sort of pasta for yourself and your boyfriend. He was suppose to be home two hours ago for your planned movie night, and you couldn't lie, you were irritated; you've had this planned for weeks, his work at the Roseville Gazette interfering with your intimacy left and right.

You stared frustrated at your food, talking to it as if it did something wrong, "Damn it, Harry, where are you?"

You placed the lid of the pan over the warming dish, turning around to the fridge to get your sparkling cider for yourself. You took out a wine glass and the green bottle, placing them on the counter before searching for a bottle opener.

"Where is that fucking bottle opener?" You snarled while going through practically every drawer and cabinet.

The ringing of your phone jack caused your head to snap around towards the wall, watching the device vibrate with every ring. Must be Harry. You strolled over to the phone, picking up and bringing it to your ear with the full intent to chew out your boyfriend.

"Harry, you were suppose to be here two hours ago. I thought you had a short day at the gazette?"

All you heard was a distorted chuckle from the other line before your blood ran cold and your fire was out, "He did, dollface. But, I think Harry had other plans for the night."

You turned to look around you before back at the phone jack, "I thought we had a deal to never call me back again!"

"We did, but you broke one of our rules, sweet girl."

You couldn't help but scoff, "Oh yeah? And what rule did I break, sweet boy? Because I'm pretty sure I kept up my end of our agreement."

"You threw out the collar."

You felt fear strike through your body as you stared blankly at the wall, another chuckle ringing through the phone at your sudden silence before his voice became violent, "I thought I told you to keep that collar, you dumb bitch!"

Your voice cracked as your heart began to beat louder in your ears, "I was going to, but Harry found it and told me to throw it out!"

Your stalker tuts quietly, "But does his word really hold that much weight over your pathetic life?"

"If he were to ever find out-!"

"If he were to ever find out I fucked his girlfriend with that pretty pink collar, his body would turn up in a ditch somewhere. Besides doll, if that were to be the case, I'd just fuck you right in front of him so he could really see how much of a deranged slut you are when you're fucked dumb."

His sadistic laugh rang through the phone despite your panicked protest, "You wouldn't!"

His laughter abruptly stopped and was replaced with an angered snarl, "Try me! Because I can guaran-fucking-tee you'd actually love to get fucked by the man you hate right in front of your sorry excuse of a boyfriend!"

You turned so your back was up against the wall, your other hand gripping the bottom of the phone as you shook, "You're crazy! Just leave me alone and go play your stupid, shitty games with someone else!"

"Doll," He chuckled before his voice became dangerously low, "you have five minutes to get ready."

The line went dead, the phone now in front of you with trembling hands as you slowly hooked it back on the jack. You knew exactly what he meant, and if you disobeyed him, you were as good as dead. You slammed your fist against the wall, yelling out a strained fuck before running straight up the stairs and to your bedroom (not before turning off your stove, of course) to begrudgingly follow his command.

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You kneeled down in front of your door, hands on your thighs and gripping your frilled stockings. He is such a pervert.. How could a man be into these things?! You thought as your eyes squeezed shut. Your heart froze, however, when your ears picked up on heavy footsteps, knowing damn well they were headed straight for your room. The grip on your thigh highs tightened when the steps came straight up the stairs and slowed to a stop at your door, suspense thickening the air around you from the long pause.

Slowly, the door that separated you and the serial killer of Roseville began to open, the loud creaking sound causing your heart to sporadically beat against your ribcage. When the creaking finally stopped and your door was held open against the wall, your eyes were met with the shiny tips of black leather boots. You refused to look up at the deranged psycho and give him the courtesy of seeing you in such a submissive state, even if what you were wearing already screamed as much.

Despite your efforts, you heard a low whistle pierce the silence, and watched as the same leather boots prowled just in front of your knees.

With a deep rough voice, he talked down to you, "Look. At. You. All dolled up for me like the good girl you are."

You bit back the insults you so badly wanted to let fly, but you knew nothing good would come from insulting the very man that held your life in the palm of his hand.

You could hear his smug smile despite the mask that covered it, "Don't I get a hello, little one?"

You let your eyes gaze off from his boots, making it very clear you wanted nothing to do with what he asked. With three tuts from his tongue, he bent onto his heals and placed a finger under your chin, redirecting your attention up to his stupid father death mask. You stared straight into his mesh covered eyes, still keeping your mouth shut disobediently.

"I said.." His gloved hand quickly tangled into your hair, tugging your face straight up to him despite your silent whimper, "Don't I get a hello?"

"Hello, Master.." You said with a strained voice, the burning in your scalp causing your face to scrunch up into a pained expression.

"Good little bitch. Now, how do you greet your master?"

You shook your head against his hold, a growl rumbling through his throat and giving your locks another harsh tug, "Don't be such a fucking brat. I trained you better than this, and I won't be having my pup acting like a fucking mongrel."

The ghostface threw your body down to the floor, a pained cry coming from the impact as he stood tall over your crumpled figure, "You were such a good dog when we last saw each other. So obedient.. Listening and welcoming me at the door just as my well-trained pet would."

You shakily picked yourself up from the floor as he continued, "Did that fucking bastard taint you? Oh, tsk tsk tsk, that won't do.. Come on, doll. Show me that you don't need to be trained again like last time."

You froze at the mention of needing to be retrained, your mind flashing back to the many punishments he inflicted on your body from your refusal to listen. Almost instantaneously, you pushed yourself up onto your knees and looked up at the masked killer before you. He stared down at you as your eyes met his, your hands coming up to his thighs and your chest pressing against his legs. His body relaxed as he watched you, his hand coming up onto your head while you nuzzled your cheek against his hip and retained eye contact.

You felt his thumb stroke your hair as he cooed, "Good little dog."

You pulled away once he told you to stop, sitting back on your heels and waiting for his next move while he continued to look down at you.

He spoke to you with a firm tone, "Place your hands on your thighs, and don't you dare move them."

With shaky hands, you did as he told you while hearing him grab something from his belt. You knew one of the things he took was his classic Buck 120 from the familiar noise of unclasping the sheath on his hip, a sudden fear laying in your stomach over the weapon he now held snug. Slowly, the tip of the blade came under your chin and tilted your head up, your eyes glinting with obvious anxiety as they met the lens of his camera.

When his finger was about to take a picture, a low hum came from his chest, and he lowered the device, "Something's.. missing."

You looked at him with a curious gaze before hearing an aha! come from behind the mask. The slasher quickly shoved his gear away and nabbed something from behind his back, an all too familiar jingle causing your face to pale.

He held out the very collar you had thrown out, watching the bell shake and make noise, "Surprise, dollface."

You let out an involuntary whimper as he brought the piece of jewelry towards your neck, pulling away from the pink thing with clear fear flashing across your face. You could practically hear his frown as his voice flared violently, growling, "Come here!" while he grabbed you and forced the collar around your neck.

Sighing, he brought out his knife and camera, and placed his weapon back under your chin, "Finally, now you look perfect.. Now, look up for me."

Your eyes landed back on the lens, watching the red light flash when he clicked down to take a picture. You flinched at the shuttering noise, yet kept your eyes on the camera to keep yourself nick-free from his blade. The back of the single film that came out of the device caught your attention, his hand putting the knife away (much to your relief) and taking the picture between his fingers. He waved the photo in the air to let the image begin to form, letting you watch his movement like a hawk as he eyed the photograph. A soft chuckle ran through his lips when he saw his work clear up, the mesh eyes of the mask meeting yours when he turned. He brought the film down to your level, twisting it between his fingers to let you see exactly what he captured that ushered him to take the picture.

You felt your face flush red when you were met with a provocative picture of yourself wearing the embarrassing gear he forced you to put on many times before. Your head adorned folded puppy ears that matched the color of your hair, a frilly pink bra that had a white paw print on each cup, and a matching pair of panties that paired with your frilly white stockings. You saw a tuff of fur pop up from behind you, a deeper blush resting on your cheeks from the cameo. This didn't go unnoticed by the killer, however, and he pulled the picture back to himself to examine what exactly got you flustered.

Upon noticing what you saw, he let an amused smirk grace his lips before instantly turning to you, "You know, doll. I don't see that.. back piece.. in this photo. I might need to take another shot from a different angle."

You let out a whine of protest, but immediately were quieted by his shushing, "Sh sh sh, baby.. I know my little puppy wants to do good for me, so she'll turn around and bend over, right? She doesn't want that shiny blade her master has to cut deep into her skin and gut her like a fish.. right?"

You felt fear shiver down your spine and make your hair stand on edge, shaking your head frantically at his underlying threat.

He chuckled darkly at your scared expression, placing the photo on your dresser before turning back to you with a serious tone, "Turn around, ass up."

Sluggishly, you did as you were told and turned around, getting on all fours and folding your arms so your chest pressed up on the floor. You heard a purr-like growl rumble from the ghostface's direction, his presence getting dangerously close to your figure.

With a taunting chuckle, he grazed a finger down your back and rubbed his gloved thumb against your trembling flesh, "Fuck, darling.. If only you could see yourself bent over like a bitch begging for dick."

He let out a pleased sigh as he pulled away with his camera coming back out, "I need a shot of this for my collection."

You covered your face with your hands and refused to focus on what he was doing, until you heard his tongue click and his footsteps draw near again. When you were about to question his approach as you pulled your head out of your hands, you let out a surprised whine when you felt his hand grip onto the fluff that stuck out of your panties.

"Your little plug is a bit off center, doll. Let me fix that for you."

You moaned out as you felt your butt plug twist inside of you, gripping your hands against the floor as he continued to adjust your curled tail. When he was done fixing your fluff, he slowly pulled away with one final tug, the plug pulling against the opening of your ass and forcing out another moan. He let out a quiet groan from your erotic noise, palming at the hardened bulge in his trousers before once again gripping his camera.

Noticing your hiding face, he brought up a hand and began snapping his fingers, whistling at you like one would with a dog for your attention. With a silent exhale, you looked back at the ghostface from over your shoulder and gazed at the photo capturer through your lashes.

An audible grin rumbled through his mask as the camera shuttered to capture your image, "Beautiful.."

You couldn't lie, his praise made you feel utterly aroused, but you refused to cave in to his false affection. Despite this, you heard a dark laugh echo around your room, the infamous killer now inches away from your ass.

"Baby," He placed his hands on your hips as he sat on his heels behind you, "do you even realize your shaking your ass like you're wagging your tail?"

You felt your eyes widen at his comment, indeed realizing you were shaking your ass like a happy dog would. God, you must be going insane, because there was no way you'd act like this for him.. right? You stopped your actions just as quickly as you realized, feeling tears leak into your eyes from pure embarrassment.

Sensing your emotional climax, he began to taunt you as he pulled your plugged ass flush against his crotch, "Aw.. is my little bitch crying? Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll take such good care of you.. Besides, I think you deserve a reward for being such an obedient pet."

You felt his gloved hand trail from the back of your neck to your lower back, letting the pads of his fingers hook under the hem of your panties. You felt panic rise in your chest, knowing fully well what was going to come next. But panic wasn't the only thing that settled in your body; it was paired with want.. desire.

Taking his sweet time, the ghostface pulled your pink panties over your plug and down your thighs, savoring how the cloth clung to your thickness and made small ridges against your skin.

Feigning surprise to tease you further, he pulled your thighs apart and eyed your dripping pussy, "Ho-ly shit, you sick little puppy.. You're already wet."

You subconsciously pressed further back against his hips, feeling his hardened bulge press right up into your slit and against your clit. The masked man let out a carnal growl before thrusting into you, a hand resting on your ass and the other holding a thigh apart. Your lips formed an o-shape as he continued to rut straight into your sex, your folds wrapped around his solid bulge and allowing it to rub your aroused bud. He humped into you for what felt like forever, his feral grunts and pants matching with your bitch whines and moans as you soon began to press back into his movements.

With a growly voice, he looked down at your moving body while tightening the hold on your thigh, “Shit baby.. you’re humping against my dick like a bitch in heat. Do you really need me to fuck you that badly?”

You finally lost your moral compass from the euphoria, nodding rapidly as you kept backing into his thrusts.

Laughing in almost an insane manner, the ghostface smiled wickedly at your dumbed out answer, “Good-fucking-pup. Finally being honest with yourself, hm? Well, if you want it that bad, you’ll have to beg for it.. Come on, I know you can do it. You’ve done it for me before.. Beg.”

You began begging just as he ordered, every word sounding out of breath, “Please fuck me! Please- please- please, I need you to mate with me like the stupid breeding bitch I am!”

“You forgot the name, doll. I won’t give you what you want till you say who you want to breed that dripping pussy.”

You cried out as loud as possible, “Master, please fuck me!”

He let out a short-lived laugh as he paused his hips, “Good-fucking-girl.”

Quickly, he began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, making swift work to get his tight cock out of his trousers. You pressed your chest flush against the flooring, trying to push your ass out more for him despite your mind screaming that this was wrong. God, you were such a slut for actually wanting the ghostface to fuck you. You know what he's done, who he's killed, and felt all the unwanted, perverted things he's desired. You just couldn't fight it anymore, it would always be a losing battle, so why not just give in and let yourself drown in the debauchery of being used by a killer?

You let out a quiet moan when you felt the head of his dick prod at your cunt, forcing more of your honey to drool over his sex and onto the floor.

With one last tease, he harshly smacked your ass and grabbed your hair, his falsely soft words shushing your pained whine, "Bark if you want your master's dick plunging in and out of your cunt."

For the first time in a while, you spoke as you turned back to face him, "What?! I don't want to bark!"

His voice became harsh, "You'll fucking bark because I told you to! Do you want me to stab my knife into your sternum and rip your intestines out?!"

You shook your head quickly, your body quivering from his threat, "Then fucking bark like the good whore bitch I trained you to be!"

You turned back towards the floor, allowing your eyes to stare at the wood as you contemplated your next move. Deciding you wanted to stay alive, you sucked in your embarrassment, closed your eyes shut, and let out a silent bark.

It didn't appease him, however, when he gave a hard pull from your locks, "I taught you better than that pathetic attempt. Louder."

Your throat rumbled a whimper before making a loud bark, your face flushing red and your shame becoming larger.

The ghostface let out an amused chuckle, wrapping your locks around his hand and pulling your thighs apart with the other, "Good girl.. good-fucking-girl."

With a loud slap, his hips slammed flush against your ass, and his cock plunged straight up towards your cervix with a delicious squelching noise. Your eyes rolled up to the back of your head and your tongue instinctively pushed out, leaking drool all over your lips and chin.

His voice sounded strained, like he was growling through clenched teeth, "So.. tight.. So fucking perfect, just for me."

And with that, he began thrusting his cock in and out of your weeping pussy, moans of pure ecstasy ringing throughout your room that were paired with carnal grunts and purr-like growls. The slasher fucked you into the floor, his hold on your hair tightening and a hand moving up to your lower back from your thigh. He grabbed your bouncing tail, tugging on your plug just enough so you could feel it move, but not pop it out.

You remember the very nights that went like this; him fucking you on your floor until you saw stars. The difference between then and now is how he's treating you less like an actual dog, and being all around nicer (if that was even the correct word to call The Ghostface of Roseville). He would force you to bark constantly, crawl on all fours, drink from a stupid fucking platter, and sit in your dog's cage - anything to convince you of being his personal pup. Well, he didn't even need to convince you, because he would just force you to think it, otherwise the knife he held would find its way into your skin, and the leash he always had nearby tugged you into a submissive state.

His pace picked up when he noticed your puppy ears bouncing in sync with his thrusts, and the jingling of your collar's bell matching the lewd image. As much as he wanted to take a picture, the pleasure of your mushy sex gripping onto his fat cock kept him from taking his hands off you. You were so delicious on his dick, trying to milk him for his semen with the vice-like clench you had on him. He couldn't get enough.

The tickle of your fluffy tail against your skin worsened as he leaned down flush against your back, letting both hands trail down your sides and to your voluptuous hips. His thrusting quickened faster than anything you expected, earning a lewd, pornish moan from your drooling lips. You extended one of your arms out in front of you and scratched at the floor, letting your head rest against the other while your lidded eyes stared at the wood as you began to see blurs.

This must be what fucking like rabbits meant; his body right up against your back, fast sharp thrusts straight into your cervix, and his white mask grazing your ear with every push forward that made you blank out.

With a raspy tone, the slasher's hot breath cascaded into your ear and caused goosebumps to travel down your back, "Do you think you can take all of your master's cum in that tight little pussy?"

Your words slurred into nothing but noise, too fucked out to even respond as your mind focused on how his dick twitched inside of you and dragged against your insides.

Noticing your dumbed out state, the ghostface let out a sickening laugh, "Did master fuck you dumb, doll?! Isn't that a shame - now my little bitch in heat can't help but pay attention to the way my thick cock is breeding you stupid!"

The grip on your hips tightened, making your future self thankful he was wearing gloves to prevent his nails from cutting into your flesh, "I wonder how much longer you can last.. Let's hope all that endurance training didn't go to waste, pretty girl!"

You felt the knot in your stomach tighten quickly, the head of his cock pushing you further and further over the edge. You definitely weren't gonna last much longer with how he was fucking you straight into oblivion.

His hands slammed their way down to either side of your head, stabilizing his twitching form as he felt his own end drawing near with how his balls clenched and cock quivered.

"Puppy, " He moaned out, "I'm getting fucking close- shit- and I'm gonna let your pussy milk me dry like the good breeding bitch you are.."

"What do you say to your generous master?"

You managed to spit out just a few words, gazing back at his mask through your lashes, "Thank you, master!"

Unexpectedly, the father death killer moved his mask just so his lips and nose were revealed, not giving you time to process it, before slamming you into a sloppy kiss. That did it for you, a silenced moan getting swallowed by his mouth as your orgasm ripped through your cunt and forced your legs to shake violently.

Through the kiss, your teary eyes opened up to look at his lips while talking slurred, "Ma.. ster.."

With his tongue licking at yours, he spoke through your intimacy, "Just this once, doll- mmph..- You can call me Danny."

Like in a daze, you repeated his name, "Danny.."

He let out a loud purr, an intense shiver rolling down his back as he savored how his name fell from your plumping lips. With a few violent thrusts, he let out a choppy groan as his dick released rope after rope of his hot semen straight into your womb, pressing his tip right up against your cervix. You shuddered from the sensation of his warm milk spilling into your sex, the overstimulation drawing out a quiet mewl from your broken throat.

He pushed his seed further into your quivering pussy with a few slow thrusts, mumbling incoherent nonsense as bliss clouded his mind for just that moment. You stared at the wall ahead of you as you let his body rest on your back, feeling your tail press against your back from his weight and tug at your plug.

When he finally regained his senses, Danny slowly sat up and felt a great shiver run through his system when a wet sensation ran down his exposed balls. He looked down, and immediately his dick hardened at the sight; you creamed on his cock, and it was leaking out of you and all over his sack. He watched as his load began to squish out of the edges of your pussy and mix with your release, making a mess of him and your thighs. Now that he could finally focus, he swiftly grabbed his camera and aimed it at your leakage, adding a bit more to the capture by grabbing your tail and lifting up so your plugged ass was also on display against his length

"Fucking perfect, my little puppy girl.. Absolutely perfect."

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Danny's gloved hand was tangled in your locks as he threw his head back against your couch, pushing your mouth further down his dick as you bobbed your head. You wore a different set of pet wear this time, it being white bunny ears and a cute little bunny butt plug that peeked out from under your short, innocent dress.

"Fu-ck, baby.. I should've bought you those bunny things a while ago if I knew I'd come home to this."

Danny picked his head back up to watch your lips take in his cock, the sight causing a possessive growl to snarl from his throat. It stopped, however, when the news flashed on the TV, and a picture of a ditch popping up next to the reporter.

"This just in, the body of Harry McCarthy turned up in the ditches by South Rocky Street, different parts of his body strung up around the surrounding botany. His body looks to be two to four days old, a single picture being left at the scene of The Ghostface posing with the corpse, knife in-hand.."

The grin that found it's way on his face was wicked and dark - Finally found the body, huh? Took you long enough, P.D. His eyes flashed with proud insanity, noticing that you kept sucking on his length despite the news.

Danny let out a deep laugh, "Did you hear that, dollface? They found your boyfriend's- well.. ex-boyfriend's, body in a ditch somewhere. No wonder he hasn't been coming home for such a long time."

You could only gaze up at the deranged psycho with love as you continued to drool all over his sex. He fucking swore he saw little hearts in your eyes, and this made him laugh all the more harder at your state. You couldn't care less that your boyfriend was dead, you just wanted Danny.

With the rise of his camera, the ghostface brought it up to his eyes and placed his finger on the button, "Smile for me."

-

[copsecore]

"milo's daddy issues", "darlin's daddy issues"

what about porter's daddy issues.

[copsecore]

Warning: Long Ass Post (im sorry)

Darlin:

super specific but i feel like Darlin’ calls Sam “Sammy”, and that THAT’S why Quinn calls him that in the most recent vid; he knows that it’s a little soft nickname Darlin’ has for him and it’s part of his attempt to get under their skin and ruin yet another thing for the two of them.

Sam = Sammy, and godfuckingdammit Quinn you stay away from that nickname

Angel:

100% it’s Davey - it has been since day one and you know what? David doesn’t hate it anymore (erik why did you change his playlist to saying “David” 😔) - he used to because he thought it was a teasing bit, but now it reminds him of when he was a kid, and reminds him that he’s safe and loved by this absolute crackhead of a person

Sweetheart:

Calls Milo “Shawty” as a play on “Shorty”, but always meaning it with love and affection - will also call him “Mi” or “Mye”, or hell, even “Lo” if they feel like it. Not much to pull a nickname from, is their excuse.

BONUS: they’ll call Aggro “Aggy” (with a hard g sound) - Aggro loves it and Milo acts annoyed that he’s never that pleased whenever HE nicknames the cat anything

Baaabe:

Wolfie, for Ash, as a longstanding play on his “oh no babe i’m shifting and i can’t answer the door” bit, which has absolutely been done multiple times, don’t even try to tell me otherwise, that man will shift to get out of anything, the little shit.

He also responds to *barking noises*, just….cuz, and Babe thinks it’s the funniest thing to see him duck his head around a corner to find them when they do it

Also just Ash/Asher, they’re a simple person with simple needs

Freelancer:

Settles for the classic “babe” mostly, for Gavin, either that or “Gav” and doesn’t say “Vin” because they think it’s too close to Vindemiator, which he doesn’t like.

Will also say “bitch”, endearingly, but that goes for anyone

Lovely:

Vin/Vinnie, it’s simple and he thinks it’s cute. They like calling him it in front of Sam or Will because the aggressive side-eye of “don’t you fucking dare say anything about this” that he gives afterwards is damn worth it - they specifically call him Vinnie when they’re teasing him about something *ahem* nsfw? He adores it either way, and likes that it rhymes with their own petname.

Baby (Ollie’s listener):

Ollie or Ols, soft and sweet, and he’s said that he’s only “Ollie” to those he likes. They would call him Oliver as a bit though, for dramatic flare

Smartass:

A-aron from that meme. That’s his contact name in their phone. He didn’t know what it was at first and they got the joy of sitting him down and showing him the video. He wasn’t best pleased, but went along with it anyway.

They’ll also call HIM “Smartass” in return, i fully believe they have it as a back-and-forth thing, rather than just one-sided him @ them

Sunshine:

Has definitely referred to Elliott as “the man of my dreams” multiple times, but mostly settles for Eli

Honey:

“Dumbass” but lovingly, like early-days David called Angel. Also “Pizza” because why the hell not, his name’s Guy and he’s a pizza guy, they’ll never let him live it down. Anything “mean” tbh - “idiot” has also been on the cards several times.

Cutie:

Called Geordi “George” a handful of times, seeing as it’s “Jordi” in english, either that or “Lieutenant Commander La Forge”, as was his contact name in their phone, or “Trekkie” for pretty much the same reason; they liked joking about where his name’s from (erik i’m looking at you)

Regulus’ Listener:

I mean probably nothing seeing as I don’t think they can talk during the interactions? But if they could, then “Reggie” or plain old “Regulus” tbh, i don’t know enough about them to gage this sorry

Warden:

Started off as “Vega” for the sake of remaining professional, mentally nicknames him “Lyrae” as is the second name for the star itself, or just goes with “V” (Vee), which he likes the most, but won’t say it. (he’s growing softer for them by the day okay)

Starlight:

Sounds cringe (Marauders fans don’t come for me) but “Moony” for Avior, because ya know, the moon and the stars? it fits, aight? After they lost their memories though, they returned to calling him Avior, and it hurt him so much more.

[NONCANON]:

Freelancer @ Huxley:

Hux. Hands down, nothing changes. Except for that one time they slipped up and called him “Huckle Berry” and he was pleased, but they never did it again coz “god that was awful”

Freelancer @ Damien:

Dames, as per usual, or “Mimi” if they wanna piss him off. “Firecracker” is another, they called him “Anthracite Vertical Radiator” over text once and he nearly became the first person to set something on fire through a screen.

Freelancer @ Lasko:

Laz is their go-to, a typical nickname of just removing the last couple letters of the full name (guilty as charged), but calling him literally any pet name at all will have him blushing and unable to hold eye contact (N-C Lasko is horny as fuck and we all know it)

Tell me if i missed any! - i started off as just thinking up Darlin’s but the ball kinda rolled away on itself and here we are

Forget what redacted boyfriends or mates call the listeners, what do the listeners call their bfs/mates???

Personally I just call everyone any name under the sun. I might make a hc post abt it but- what are your takes?

[christinescupofcoffee]

otps:

Alex and Christine. A girl in a green coat and a long ponytail providing an escape for her bespectacled teacher. My otp for life, like you will have to use a crowbar to pry them from my cold, dead hands and even then you won’t succeed.

Alex and Sam. Artist/fashion designer and guitarist. The one that started it all and the one that gives off more of a “kiss my ass” vibe than Alex and Christine.

Alex and Eric. A very unexpected one but one that’s based out of food and a love of cooking and baking. Another one you’ll have to pry from my cold, dead hands.

Alex and Chuck (Schuldiner). Based off a headcanon I came up with about two summers ago where I thought they could be soulmates given their similarities in appearance (curly hair, cute crooked smiles, steely blue eyes, beautiful bodies; also helps they’re both Jew boys).

Alex and Falk Maria. I’m getting the weirdest “Irishman and Jew” vibe from this (Falk Maria/Christian is German, though, hence why I say it’s weird). But with the sheer amount of kinkery I’ve bestowed upon Alex, and one brief glimpse at the Powerwolf tag, it should make sense that I am drawn to these two.

Kurt and Krist. This has been rolling around in my head since 2012, but I never had the courage to fully explore it. There’s just something about the whole best friend dynamic about them, and the fact Kurt’s gone makes it all the more poignant in my eyes.

James and Richard. Same story here, but further back than that, though. Mates for life, and now one of their own is perhaps living on borrowed time. I think i started thinking of them in 2006 (when I was made aware that my body could produce a rush of feeling)? Thing is I’ve always been ashamed of my feelings that I probably would have been burned at the stake if I even thought of exploring them.

Joey and Lars, believe it or not. They’re more of a platonic pairing, more of a “buddy movie”/Men in Black dynamic, but they’re quite literally why I had so much fun writing now it’s dark.

Andy and Tina (from Quarter After Twelve). This will be elaborated on as the story progresses but Tina and John do cross paths with Andy at some point and feelings do ensue.

ot3s:

Jeremy, Spanakopita, and Zero (from Quarter After Twelve). All I’m going to say about this is hehehe.

Jed, Octavius, and Ahkmenrah. A new one that came about last night at around 6-ish. I’m swamped so I’ll have to finish some wips before I can do anything for these three, but I have written some things down this morning and I’ll have to let it ferment.

[writingkitten]

(review anon) Oh MAN, now I'm having emotional thoughts about Big Boss. Like maybe when you two just took a big step. Maybe you moved in or he just gave you a key to his place, after you'd done a few more intense sessions and decided you were in for the long run. He's tentative but hopeful that this could be the real thing, especially if his tastes haven't scared you off.

And then he comes home from a long, awful day expecting to just go through the motions and go to bed. He called you to let you know he wasn't up for anything, and didn't expect you to be there.

But you were. And you were making dinner. Something warm and familiar, maybe a recipe he liked or one of your own from home, but it smells good and you're plating it just as he comes in. You go to help him put his coat away, and plate your own food, and you just... have dinner. And you clean up, and when he insists on helping you take the time to draw a bath.

And as he goes to where the bath is waiting, he finds the house is clean, and you've already taken care of some things he was putting off, like dealing with the garbage or sorting the mail.

And this whole time he's just left... confused. Happy, but confused. And you're there, waiting for him by the bath, and he just has to ask - what is all this for? What happened?

"Well, you put so much into taking care of me. I want to take care of you, too."

And... Jed always knew you were the one for him. But it's this moment that he realizes that, in your mind, he is the one for you.

🥺🥺🥺

Listen ok not to deviate from Jed but I wanna do that for Ricky after he’s had a long day at work!!!

Ok ok back to Jed: he’d be so overwhelmed and wouldn’t know what to say. I would imagine Jed asks you to stay the night, or the reader decides to, but not for any rough sessions… just to sleep together. Actually sleep together, because it takes about as much trust to lower your defenses completely and sleep next to someone as it does to trust them with your body.

So you two share a bed, hold each other, and just sleep. And maybe this happens a few times, where you take care of Jed after a hard day, or even just to be kind. And maybe he eventually will wake up in the middle of the night, and see your slumbering form under his sheets, and the peaceful look on your face, and he’ll start to love himself, too, because he’s earned your love and trust.

And then he realizes: he’s safe, too.

[frenziedslashers]

How about 31 and Jed sawyer (2017) for the prompt thing? Maybe it’s his first night back with the sawyers after he gets shot and everything? (If this is too specific feel free to scrap it)

I love your writing and I hope you’re doing well <3

Look At Me;;

A/N: So sorry for taking so long on this! I wanted to write a little more than just a Drabble for Jed since I never get to write for him! I love him so much. All versions of Leatherface I am in love with, I swear LMAO Also super glad that you sent this in since I miss writing for the slasher fandom. I'm just super picky with the characters that I wanna write for at certain times if that makes sense? Idk, but thank you bestie 🫶

Pairing: Jedediah Sawer (2017) x Reader

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Gore, Blood, Severe Injury, Trauma, Let me know if I need to add anything else!

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Blood.

There was so much of it. Dripping from the side of his face. Pooling in his mouth and exiting through the side of his face. He was almost unrecognizable - hell, if it weren't for Mama saying his name you would have never known it was him. Even without the giant wound on the side of his face. You hadn't seen him since he was ripped from his family. Your family.

You weren't blood-related, but the Sawyers took you in since you were Jed's best friend. The two of you practically did everything together when you were little. A part of Mama hoped that if Jed were to come back. Maybe you would help spark his memory of his family.

Your family was never the best. Your Ma had left you and your Pa when you were little. Your Pa was a drunken fool, drinking himself to death by the time you were 17. The Sawyers were all you had.

The screaming made you flinch as you tended to Jed's wounds. Sure, you were half used to it by now. This wasn't exactly your first rodeo, but you couldn't help but feel so on edge with the state your best friend was in. Plus, the factor is that he might not even remember you. What if he thought you replaced him? What if he hated you for some reason? What if things weren't the same as they were twenty-some years ago?

He stared at you with such a piercing gaze. It made your stomach lurch. Earlier food threatened to come back up with how nervous you felt. "Am I hurtin' you?" You asked with such a soft and fragile voice. If he wasn't in so much shock with everything going on he might've cried at just the sound of it. He missed you. Not a day went by that he didn't think about you.

He shook his head 'no,' while keeping his eyes locked on yours. He stared at you with such a mix of awe and shock. You weren't real, were you? This was just another hallucination of his. Like the many, he had daydreamed in his cell or the lunch hall back at the hospital.

You flinched once more at another loud shout from Drayton and this time Jed reacted.

The man before you reached up to cup the side of your face. Redirecting your gaze to his own like he did so many times when you were both younger. "All eyes on me, that's it, breathe," he used to tell you. He couldn't talk now, but you knew he was thinking it by the way he was looking at you.

"You remember?" You blurted, biting your lip to hide how it threatened to tremble. A wave of emotion after emotion washing over you. Relief, fear, anger, sadness, it was almost too much for you.

He nodded his head, gurgling something that you couldn't comprehend. Shushing him with a soft smile. "Jed, ya gotta rest your mouth. Don't talk," you told him, even against how much you wanted to hear his voice. You wondered how much had it changed since you last heard it. From the deepness of just him humming and muttering you could tell it changed quite a lot. You supposed your own had, too.

"I missed you," you told him. This time a tear did escape. Something about you admitting that you missed him just broke him. A few more tears rolled down his face while he nodded frantically. His hand ran through your hair while his eyes scanned over every inch of your face. It was almost like he finally realized you were actually here. That you were with him and he actually had you back for once. It was nice not having to pretend that he knew what you looked and sounded like now.

"Jed, honey, yer gift is ready," Mama called, and the both of you departed from one another to meet her in the other room.

----

That night was rough for him and you could tell. Pacing, screaming, crying. He couldn't sleep, and you got to hear it all from the confinements of your own room. It wasn't until you heard something clash that you raced out of your room and towards the basement.

"Jed," you called out as you knocked on his door. Shuffling from inside the room came to a halt and you rocked from foot to foot anxiously.

"Jed," you called out again. Your voice was laced with more worry than before. "Jed, answer me, are you okay?" You spoke, and he could hear the worry in your voice. He ran his hands through his hair with guilt and fear.

Why were you still here? Why were you even talking to him? He was hideous. His face wasn't even his own anymore. It was ripped and jagged. It was as broken as he felt. He wished he could tell you to go away, but nothing other than a distressed grunt left his throat. He couldn't move his jaw without a paralyzing pain shooting through his head.

His startled noise made you frown. Waiting for a few seconds before you finally answered again. “You shouldn’t be alone tonight.”

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd laugh if he could. He hadn't had anyone care like that for him since - well, he couldn't even remember. Since Mama did when he was little, he supposed.

"Look, I just want you to know I'm here for you," you continued, and he took a step closer to the door. "Jed, I never stopped caring about you." Another step. "Even if it has been over a decade, hell, almost two. I never stopped. None of us did, we love you," you prayed he wasn't at the door as you muttered the final bit. "I'll always love you," he was right at the door, though. Eyes wide and watery at the words that left your mouth.

He'd never felt so loved before. He couldn't remember the last time he felt supported by anyone. The nights in the hospital were so long and grim. Bud was the only comfort that he had, and he was ripped from him just like you and his family were so many years before. Just he couldn't get Bud back like he got you all back.

He wished he was someone different, sometimes. That he was just some guy living in the world. Struggling with bills, and maybe a cat or two. With an overworking job that made him want to fall off the face of the earth. Not the crippling disorders that he suffered from daily.

The 'monsters in my head' as he would tell his nurse.

The door opened and you took a step back. Giving yourself room to look at Jed with more space between the both of you. He didn't lift his head to look at you. His eyes fixated on the ground while you both stood there in silence. That was until you broke it.

You took a step closer. Cautiously toeing the ground and watching how he reacted to you getting closer. If you saw any signs of him growing uncomfortable with your presence, you would step further away. You'd leave if he asked. You'd do anything for the man in front of you. All you wanted was to make him feel at home again. For him to finally feel like he's himself and not someone else. Not Jackson, but Jedediah Sawyer.

"Can I come in?" He didn't answer. He only stepped to the side to allow you into the room with him. Shutting the door once you were inside with him.

Your eyes scanned the basement. The broken mirror that you assumed was the source of the noise that had you running down there in the first place. You instinctively headed for the glass to begin picking up the shards so he wouldn't happen to step on them, but he stopped you.

His hand was on your wrist pulling you back. When you turned your head to look at him you finally saw the mask on his face. It was the woman that he killed earlier that night, and you were unsure what to say at first. He let out a muffled noise. He sounded scared, maybe worried? Was he worried you didn't like it? You had to admit, you wished it was someone else's face, but if that's what he liked. Who were you to judge when you've quite literally eaten people before.

"You look beautiful, don't worry," you told him and he seemed to relax. "Maybe you could do my makeup sometime," you half-joked with a smile, but the spark in his eye made you reconsider the joke as a genuine proposition.

The two of you stood there for a moment longer. Eyes anxiously looking around as if to search for words to say. Or actions to do. It had been so long since the two of you had spoken. What was either of you even to say or do?

"Did you want to try and sleep?" You asked, and he sighed. Turned his head towards the bed, then back to you. Shaking his head with a sluggish 'no.' You frowned at that. You pulled your wrist from him in order to put your hand in his. You kept the grip loose in case he wanted to pull away from the action.

He didn't, though. If anything, he wished he had you holding all of him. To be engulfed by you is all he wanted right now.

"Why don't you want to?" You asked, and he looked down. "Bad dreams?" You asked another question, and he nodded a 'yes' this time. "What if I lay down with you?" He peaked up at this. Curious eyes looked over your face as if to see if you were joking around, but all he saw was genuineness. "You like that idea?" You questioned, and reluctantly, he nodded. It sounded amazing to him. At the moment at least.

Jed allowed you to drag him to bed. He felt like you were both eight again. Hanging out in his room while you both sluggishly moved towards the bed on a hot summer day to lay down and take an afternoon nap. All of Jed's chores were done giving him all the time to sleep in that creaky bed. You'd both start out on your back or sides. Soon a tangle of limbs while you both seeked out comfort in one another's touch. Unless it was a particularly hot day. Then you always seemed to be pushing him away from you since even on the hottest of days he always seeked out your touch.

But now you were both grown. You were older, and so was he. The both of you mature. He felt even more awkward now than he ever did as a kid around you. He almost wished he still had some of his boyish-carefree-attitude left. Now he was scared of you, almost. You were even more attractive than he ever remembered you being. Which was saying a lot, since Jed always assumed you were an angel that graced his farm.

When you crawled into the bed you beckoned him to come lay with you. The man stood beside it for a moment. Fidgeting with his hands before he finally climbed in beside you.

His hands were glued to his side. Lying on his back with his eyes fixated on the ceiling. Dragging over each crease and crevice above you. What did you even feel like anymore? Were you as soft as your face was when he held it earlier? He cringed at the thoughts that coursed his brain. Thankful for his mask that hid the blush that swam over his face.

"Jed, you can touch me, you know?" you told him, and he felt his body curling in on itself. He felt like an armadillo. He wished he was one. Able to roll up and hide away in his shell from the embarrassment that was coursing him. This was a mistake, it had to be.

His chest was beginning to heave as he lay there frozen beside you. He felt trapped like his arms and legs were restrained. It was like being trapped in the chairs at the hospital all over again. Jed thrashing and screaming as they shocked him or injected him with only God knows what.

His body began to tremble, whimpering while tears began forming in his eyes. You felt your heart sinking at his reaction. Maybe you were a little too blunt and bold with your words and actions. You should have just left the room after you figured out he was all right.

You sat up to assess him better. A gentle hand was placed on the side of his face while you scanned his eyes with yours. "Jed, look at me," you called out, and he shot up. His head nearly coming to meet your own. An accident that would have you both crying out in pain.

Your hands left his body. Scooting away from him in case he wanted to leave or kick you out. "I can go," you told him, but he shouted a blubber of gibberish while shaking his head. "All right, I'll stay, just breathe, look at me, please." You told him, noticing how he began taking shallower breaths after you spoke. He sat there staring at his hands for a few minutes before he finally looked at you.

"There's my handsome Jed," you told him. Jed eased up at the praise. Bashful eyes darting to the side before he looked back at you. "No one's going to hurt you again, okay?" he only stared at you. He wanted to nod his head and agree, but he was scared that'd be a lie. "I won't let anyone hurt you again, not while I'm alive." you reached out to brush some of the hair from his forehead with slow and careful movements. Smiling at the way his eyes fluttered shut with just the small bit of touch.

You finally laid back down on the bed, reaching out to the other with a small smile. "Wanna try this again?" You hummed, and he nodded. You weren't going anywhere, and hearing you say he was safe seemed to reassure him more than anything else in the world did.

Jed finally laid down. His head rested on your chest while he listened to the steady rhythm of your heart and breathing. He swallowed thickly before allowing himself to relax. His hands holding you while fidgeting with your shirt or the bare skin that they found. Your arm around his torso and the other with your hand playing in his hair had him melting against you. He felt safe. You made him feel safe.

His eyes fell shut. Falling asleep to the feeling of your fingers running through his hair while massaging his scalp. A motion that had him easing into total bliss. The beat of your heart was a lullaby that shushed him to sleep.

He never wanted to be alone again.