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So i may ask for wesker an ghostface and 2 other killers that you like against the godlike survivor in chase but now they are wearing high weels in chase and they noticed while chasing them and the unusual sound

Imma stick to just the two (sorry) trying to get my motivation up,<3

Killers react to god-like survivor in heels

Wesker

He was chasing you and for the love of all things not holy he couldn't hit you

His pride was hurting especially when he discovered you were wearing heels

The sound of your shoes hitting against the concrete was annoying

He gritted his teeth and lunged forward trying to hit you but couldn't

You ran off your heels making the clacking sound with each step you take

Wesker swore by the end of the match he would have you hurt

Ghostface

When he realized you were in heels he grinned

Was it annoying you were avoiding all his attacks? Yeah, but it was amusing to find out that you were kicking his ass in heels

His face hurt with all the smiling he was doing but he couldn't help it you were to damn adorable

He was amazed how you didn't sprain an ankle in those heels or fall

Hello there, can i request with Ghostface, Trickster, Wesker, Dwight, and Mikaela reacting to a new survivor reader who turns out to be famous horror writer that they heard so much about? And how they interact with them?

Dbd characters react to famous horror writer

Ghostface

When he notices his jaw drops a bit

He will spy on you and watch how you are wondering around in confusion

Eventually he'll walk up on you and try to start a conversation about your works

He read at least two of your books and loves them but also critics them a bit

Soon you'll eventually notice the blood on him and how he has a knife behind him clasped in his hands

And you'll slowly run away but he'll catch you and leave you in the ground to talk to you some more

Then when your almost dead he'll throw you on a hook and talk to you some more, right after he kills everyone of course<3

Trickster

He heard from Danny that a new survivor was in the realm and you were a very famous horror writer

This causes him to grin, your both famous although he is obviously more famous (what a narcissist)

He honestly doesn't care that much about you

He isn't that much into horror novels but he seen you around and had to admit your pretty good looking

Mikaela

She's really excited

She knows who you are and loves your horror novels

She even tells you some of her stories she made

Wants to know everything. Why you started writing, what inspired the stories, etc.

Is somewhat invading your personal space but tries not to

She just can't help it she looked up to you for a while

Dwight

He heard about you from Mikaela

He went to see you just to match a face

He then ended up talking with you for a while

He really liked you, your were nice and chill

He would have never guessed based on your writing

Yandere Alphabet w/ Danny Johnson

Affection — how do they show their love and affection?

Cook you a small dinner and watch horror movies together. Also tend to your wounds.

Blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Very messy. Will kill anyone for you. Does not take time to learn anything about them or stalk them just kill them.

Cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?

He will be cruel. If you behave he won't hurt you badly. But if you act up he's gonna hurt you terribly. He gets off on your suffering.

Darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Yes 💀 Will use your body for his pleasure and torture you for hours.

Exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Not very exposed. He will never fully open up to you even if you have been together for years.

Fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would be amused but after a while he will be annoyed. He likes them feisty but not too rough.

Game — is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It's not really a game. It would be amusing for the first few times but after a while it would piss him off.

Hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When he tortured them for hours. They pissed him off too many times and he decided to take things into his own hands.

Ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?

One where they are obedient and loving. They will do anything for him and not question him.

Jealousy — do they get jealous? How do they handle it?

He can get a little jealous. He would walk up and weak his arms around you. He would whisper in your ear and kiss on your neck and whisk you away. Then you get fucked for the next couple hours.

Kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?

He can be cold and narcissistic. Also no boundaries and the word no doesn't exist to him so...But he can be caring when he's really tired.

Love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?

Walk up to you at a bar or a place that is convenient. He would smooth talk you and try to woo you. Try to win you over normally. If that doesn't work then he'll kidnap you.

Mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Yes. With people he is decently friendly but with you he doesn't put on a mask. He can be rude or caring in his own way.

Naughty — how would they punish their darling?

He would torture them. By tying them up and using their body. Cutting them up and raping them or even psychological torture

Oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?

He is gonna take all the rights away. Darling will never have a say so over their body. He will use them for however he needs.

Patience — how patient are they with their darling?

He is decently patient with darling.

Quite — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If darling dies he probably won't move on because he doesn't want to deal with the hassle of having to hide his other life. If darling escapes he will search for you until he finds you. You have a 50-50 chance of successfully escaping.

Regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?

No 💀

Stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Nothing he's just a psychopath 💀 He does deep down care about you in his own messed up way though

Tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He gets off on it. He loves to see you cry and beg for mercy. It's gets him immediately hard when your on his hands and knees, grabbing his clothes, looking at him with teary doe eyes begging him to stop hurting you.

Unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He won't worship you or treat you like a princess/prince. Instead your gonna worship him.

Vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He's gone for hours and really busy with his stalking and work.

Wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes. You hurt him to badly and your gonna be in a world of pain. He will tie you up and cut you and then rape you. Use your body for whatever he wants.

Xoanon — how much would they revere or worship their darling?

He's not gonna worship you. Instead your gonna worship him.

Yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

It would take months to a year. He would meet you at a bar or a place where it's convenient and talk with you. He'd try to woo you but if that doesn't work he'll kidnap you.

Zenith — would they ever break their darling?

Yes. If you don't fall for him or give into Stockholm syndrome he will break you.

how would ghost face react to a s/o who heard one of the survivors talking trash about him and tried to fight them because of it?

Ghostface reacts to reader defending him

He was on his way to see his beautiful/handsome s/o who was over on the survivors camp.

He hated how far the walk was but it was worth it to see you and talk about interests and things Danny found out and things you found out so Danny can know more about everyone.

When he inched closer towards camp he heard yelling. He couldn't quiet make it out but one voice sounded like yours. He didn't care who the other voice was all he wanted to know is what was happening.

He clenched his fists and peered over the tree and looked at the scene in front of him. You were yelling Mikaela saying not talk shit about your man. She was yelling back that maybe you shouldn't be sleeping around with a killer.

Your jaw clenches and your knuckles turn white from how hard your clenching them. You shake with anger and your mind spirals. You cat think of anything and your vision blurs. You can make out Mikaela in front of you still yapping about how you shouldn't mess with him. You see red and before you know you pounced on her.

Your first landed and hard blow across her face and bruised her cheek. She screamed out in pain. Your other hand went to her neck and wrapped it around. You brought the to the ground and choked her while your free hand repeatedly hit her in the face.

The other survivors tried intervening but to no avail. So Chris and Leon came to grab you and carry you off of her. You were flailing your arms around and kicking and screaming like a mad woman. "You fucking bitch you talk about him like that again I'll slit your fucking throat!" Her face was all fucked up with blood everywhere and her nose surely broken. All she managed to let out was a gurgle and she spit out some blood before passing out.

Danny watched all of this go done with amusement. He was flattered and proud that you defended him like that. He chuckled under his mask. He didn't know you could fight like that. Now he wishes he could've recorded it. When he heard you just throw threats at Mikaela and break her nose he almost felt bad. Almost.

He went to go find you and see how you were. He saw you away from the fire and by a stream sitting with your head tucked in your hands. You were mumbling and he just nonchalantly sat down by you. You jumped startled by his sudden and very quiet entrance. You looked up at him with wide eyes and immediately hugged him.

He smirked and hugged you back. "So you really care about me that much huh?" He asked and continued to tease you much to your embarrassment. Your face flushed dark and you looked away. "I couldn't stand to here her talking about you that way. It really pisses me off and I just couldn't control my anger anymore" your fists clenched again but quickly released and you did breathing exercises to calm yourself.

Danny wrapped an arm around your waist. "I thought it was pretty hot" he whispered lowly in your ear. The masks deep black eyes stared into your and Danny couldn't deny that the tension was getting to him. He would love nothing more than to bend you over and fuck but he couldn't because the Entity quickly called upon him for a trial. You both cursed and he lifted up his mask just so you could see his lips. He kissed you "See you later sweetheart just know that what you did was fucking hot" and with that he disappeared into the trial.

Creep!Reader with Male Survivors (Part 2)

You're one cruel and sick creep, and you plan to let every survivor know that.

Jake Park

He doesn't feel much towards you

To him, you're just another killer he needs to evade

Jake won't let you use his emotions against him

You don't really like to chase him

"Come on! Smile or something"

Your camera is in his face as he just stares at you nonchalantly

You huff and storm away while muttering

"Danny's right; you're a waste of memory space"

Ironically, you don't see his look of confusion

Who the hell was Danny?

Jake never seems to be stressed by the things you put him through

He's as calm and cold as the fog

He rarely ever talks to you

You find that pretty boring

You've resorted to doing the most unhinged shit you can think of to get a reaction out of him

Kiss his cheek while you carry him to hook?

He just keeps wiggling out like normal

Camp and tunnel him?

He avoids your gaze and hangs there silently

It's getting frustrating

Unfortunately for Jake, you have plenty of time for new ideas

You have plenty of time. You have even more when you kill everyone but Jake and leave him slugged.

He was sprawled on the grimy ground, blood oozing from his wounds. You knelt beside him, your demeanor oddly nonchalant for the grim circumstances. Your fingers idly toyed with your whip.

"You gonna say something?" you asked, the curiosity in your tone almost casual, like you were discussing the weather. Your camcorder dangled lazily from your hand, recording the macabre scene.

Yet, Jake remained defiantly silent. His teeth were clenched, and he steadfastly avoided meeting your eyes, determined to deny you even the tiniest shred of satisfaction, refusing to give you the reaction you so desperately craved.

With an impatient sigh, you found the silence dreadfully monotonous. An idea struck you, and you slowly extended your hand, pushing a finger into one of Jake's open wounds.

Jake couldn't contain his agony any longer. He let out a primal scream through gritted teeth, his suffering reminiscent of a wounded animal's cry. It was a satisfying sound, one that you had longed to hear.

A sinister grin crept across your lips as you chuckled softly. "Finally," you remarked in a more casual tone, "I knew you had something fun for me." With a sadistic glint in your eyes, you continued to toy with his wound, and Jake clenched the ground beneath him, his face contorted in pain.

Still, he refused to speak to you. He eventually bled out before you could manage to reach his insides up to your elbow.

Bill Overbeck

Bill is absolutely unnerved by you

You seem to be infatuated with the older male survivors

This doesn't bode well for him

"You run pretty well for a smoker"

He hears your awful laughter as he tries to loop you

Bill grits his teeth as he slams a pallet on you

He smiles a little when he hears your cry of pain

You seem to not handle fakes very well

Bill has slammed almost every pallet on the map on you

He can hear the grinding of your teeth under your wolf mask

"That fucking hurt"

Looks like you getting tilted, Bill smirks

"Remember that pain when you chase me, dumbass"

Bill doesn't stay to see your reaction

But a chill goes through his body when he hears you make a promise

"I'll give you something to remember, forever"

He stays on high alert as he escapes the chase

His mistake was caring for the others

He probably should've realized it was a trap

You hooked Feng and waited close by

When Bill felt you pull him onto your shoulder as he went for the save, his heart sank

He began to wiggle like hell

You don't take him to a hook; you just plop him down on the floor

You knelt beside Bill, your ever-present camcorder continuing to document his pain. The werewolf mask loomed over him as your hand reached out to touch his back, fingers tracing patterns.

Bill's stomach churned, and the urge to vomit threatened to overcome him. He fought desperately to crawl away from you, the taste of dirt and despair mingling in his mouth. But it was a futile struggle. You were a relentless force, like a predatory creature toying with its prey.

With a sickening, calculated grace, you knelt upon his back, your weight crushing him down into the unforgiving ground. Bill's world shrank to a suffocating tunnel of terror. As the unfeeling lens of your camcorder captured every agonizing moment, he couldn't help but wonder who the recordings were for.

As your hand ventured lower and lower towards his ass, Bill's panic surged to a fever pitch. He thrashed about violently, desperately trying to evade your touch, his heart pounding in his chest like a trapped animal. The dread of what might happen next gnawed at his very soul.

But then, like a twisted reprieve, the unmistakable popping of a generator broke through the realm's silence. Your hand withdrew, and you let out an exasperated sigh. The unexpected interruption seemed to momentarily spare Bill from further torment.

"Maybe next time, Pookie bear," you cooed, your tone dripping with a perverse affection that sent shivers down his spine. You rose to your feet and began to walk off towards the main building.

Bill felt unclean.

Ashley Williams

One of the few who tolerated you

He was quite the annoyance sometimes

Fuck Mettle of Man

But you liked him

He was always fun to chase

Witty remarks and flirts back and forth

"Stay still, Handy Manny"

"Sorry kiddo, no can do. Maybe drop your fetish whip and then we'll talk"

It was really refreshing

So much so that you let him have the hatch if he's the last one

Sometimes

The footage you have of him is basically one long blooper reel

Even when you carry him he's pretty chill, even as he wiggles

"Aw come on, throw me a bone will ya?"

"You brought Head On and Flashbang, hell no"

Even if he doesn't hold grudges, don't expect an easy chase

You rarely chase him at the beginning of trials because he's that good

Frustrating, but in an amusing way

It helps that he's pretty smoking

Groovy

"You're really something, Ash," you purred with wicked allure, your werewolf mask hiding the twisted grin that danced on your lips. "I think I want you for my next... film."

Ash couldn't help but chuckle, his voice laced with a playful tone, "Oh, baby, I've seen films like yours at the adult video arcades. You'll have to try harder than that to impress me!"

With a deft leap, he vaulted through a grimy window, your whip striking him with a satisfying snap. But even as pain coursed through his veins, Ash didn't miss a beat, calling back to you, "Nice try, wolfie, but I've had worse dates!"

You hesitate for far too long as you hear him say that. You scoff at your relapse in focus, knowing you probably wouldn't catch up to him now. You record his fleeting form with your camcorder. It wouldn't hurt to have some comedy in your collection.

You wonder if he'll be mad that Ash used his petname for you.

Ghostface, when you told him how your match went:

Bonus~~~~~~~~~~~

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE CALLED YOU WOLFIE?!?!?"

Masterlist here

How would the killers react if the survivor!reader was a huge fan of their movies/films before they got taken in the fog (mostly aimed to Ghostface, Micheal Myers, Freddy Krueger, Pyramid head

Y/n just like me fr

Killers react to you being a huge fan

Ghostface

Awww a little fan, hm? How adorable. Of course you can take photos with him! He eats the attention up and is constantly with you 24/7

Let let's you bathe him in compliments and praise. While he asks questions of what he is like in these movies.

Depending on how you play it he might let you have a little one on one time with him;)

Pyramid Head

Unbothered King. Totally doesn't give a shit. I do not believe that the canon version of him would care but, if we are taking about the fanon version then his heart may skip a beat and he would be flattered

There truly isn't much to say for him :/

Freddy Krueger

He smirks and flirts with you to get a reaction. Loves to get you flustered.

He will never kill his #1 fan unless you askbeg nicely. He will always pop up at the survivor camp. He can't get passed the border, but will call you over. He wants you to praise him again;)

Micheal Myers

Que head tilt

Your interesting. He doesn't feel the urge to stab you at that moment. Yes he wants to drive his knife into your shoulder and watch the life bleed from your eyes. But he can spare a moment to listen and hear your little rant.

After your done he will choke the life out of you and then stalk you inside maps and at the survivor camp

So if you could may i ask deathslinger, wesker, huntress, and ghostface when they are aiming for a certain survivor(or about to slash for ghostie and grab for wesker) but the survivor dodges their attack and for their surprise they accidentally hit the S/O who unfortunately was at the wrong time and place and got hit instead plus the S/O just healed(so they just gealed only to get accidentally hit and became injured again)

I'm slowly trying to work on asks rn. My asks are always open but I'm slow and procrastinate a lot. I'm sorry for not getting to them sooner lol!

Killers reaction to hurting their S/o

Deathslinger

Ain't no damn way that little fucker made him hurt his s/o

He sees your confused and hurt face and he feels himself getting angrier

He will find the little fucker and make them pay

Then once they're taken care of he will rush to you and make sure your okay and not to mad at him lol

Huntress

She lets out a scream of anger as she sees he axe just lodged itself into your shoulder

She is rushing to your side and swooping you into her arms and taking care of the wound

She'll deal with the survivor later and make sure that they pay ten fold

Ghostface

Oh he's pissed

Seeing you hurt and running away from him

He'll immediately hunt down the survivor and nothing will stop him. He is going to beat them and stab them to a pulp

After he is done with them he will go to you. Does he like seeing you cry? Yes but he doesn't like the way it happened

He is gonna indirectly apologize and tease you for your tears, but when you back at the camp he'll hold you in his arms

Wesker

Shocked that it happened then it quickly turns to anger, he grits his teeth and shouts at the survivor

He is not having it, he knows you'll be okay so he goes to get the survivor before checking on you

The survivor is tortured and then left to die on the floor

He'll focus on the round and when you get back to the camp that's when he'll check on you and make sure there are no hard feelings

𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒;

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒;

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐊𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑;

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍;

𝐁𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑;

𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒;

𝐒𝐓𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑;

𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄;

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄;

oh no

just the best boy

I probably will never finish this dbd wip so I might as well post it

Stupid doodles that were speficially catered towards myself 💛

I'm gay for him okay!!

DBD Ghostface and survivor reader (gn or male) that whenever they get picked up or Ghostface is smothering them, the survivor bites him. As in the survivors go to fighting mechanism is biting lol.

And like CHOMP and never lets go. Can be soft stuff like Y/N bites softly to get attention or Cough cough Nsfw or even in the middle of a trial Y/N just bites bc its a last resort

Ouughh this is a good idea yes yes :] Hope you enjoy, sorry for the wait, I've been busy with real life stuff.

Danny Johnson w/ a Future Male S/O who bites as a fighting mechanism (SFW)

Most survivors know theres no point in fighting back, the killers will always win. But you were newer and hadn't figured that out yet.

Biting had always been a love language for you in some shape or form. You bit people for attention, to show affection to your friends, and when you were annoyed with people you were close to

Point was, you only bit people you liked.

In the middle of a trial with the Ghostface, you'd spent a good time running and hiding, only popping out to do gens when you knew he was busy

But slowly, your team had whittled down and you were the last one remaining with one generator left to complete. It would be close

Ghostface was on your ass though and barely gave you a minute to breath. It wasn't long before he grabbed you

You still swear what happened in that trial was instinctive...

Kicking and screaming, you were not making it easy for Ghostface whatsoever. He'd finally grabbed you and was carrying you to a hook. Had you had more team members, perhaps you wouldn't have fought so hard. But with your entire team down, getting hook was a death sentence and you only had one generator left!

Ghostface was going to have to try harder if he wanted to kill you.

As you both got closer to the hook, Ghostface visibly annoyed with you, you decided the only way out was to make the killer drop you.

So you bit him.

"What the fuck!?" Ghostface screamed as your teeth sunk into the fabric of his costume and piercing his skin. With your angle thrown over his shoulder, you had to turn and bite at his side. Your teeth cut through his costume's fabric and your mouth flooded with blood as you bit him harshly. Abruptly, you hit the floor as the man let you go out of surprise.

You took off running, uncaring if Ghostface was chasing you or not. With him, it was always better to assume he was. Although your bite had surprised him, he wasn't about to let you hurry off to heal yourself. Unfortunately you didn't get far before Ghostface was upon you, knocking you to the ground and pinning you face down into the damp dirt of the surrounding forest. The only sounds around were the trees and your struggling. "God, you're a little brat aren't ya?" Ghostface sounded smug as he adjusted himself to sit on your lower back.

"Get off-" You grunted, trying to push him off to no avail.

He shook his head in a taunting way. "You bit me you little shit!"

"And I'll do it again if you don't let me go!" You snarled now, visibly biting at his hands if they got too close to your face.

"Alright, spitfire," Ghostface pulled out his camera and knife as he spoke slowly, "we doing this the hard way then?"

You paused, furrowing your brow. "What's the easy way then?"

Ghostface paused, tilting his head down at you even though you couldn't see it. "Easy way? Darling, there's only the hard way."

You couldn't help but snort at his choice of phrasing. "Oh yeah, you're all about doing things hard?" A giggle escaped you just as the killer held a knife to your throat and hesitated.

Ghostface stared off into space, contemplating. Of all the killers, the Ghostface was known for his brutality and lack of hesitation. You felt yourself take a slow inhale as he set his camera down and adjusted himself to be leaning over you more.

You winced at the cold metal pressing hard into your neck and the soft kiss the man lay on your cheek. "Sorry for this darling," he hummed as he picked up his camera and snapped a photo with you.

Your eyes shut on instinct from the bright light and you glared at the ground. "What do I have to do for you to let me go?"

The man above you seemed to contemplate for a moment. "How about a kiss for your favorite ghost?" His tone was cruel and taunting, like he didn't expect you to say yes.

You'll show him.

"Okay." You shrugged plainly. "You'll have to let me at least roll over first, but alright." Anything to get to that final generator at least.

Ghostface was silent for a moment before you felt yourself flip over, nearly knocking the wind out of you. The sight of the killer straddling you, knife in hand, did something to you. "Hey beautiful," you teased, mostly out of panic. But he was pretty, you assumed. No one had seen him without his mask before but some of the girls often talked about men with masks being hotter.

Maybe they were onto something. You'd have to compare notes with them later.

Ghostface tilted his head slightly. "Beautiful, huh?" He seemed contemplative. You sat up slowly, only able to prop yourself up on your forearms with him sitting on you. Carefully, you reached up with one hand to move his mask up just enough to reveal his mouth.

Ghostface sat back slightly, just to allow you to sit up and kiss him. His lips were soft as you kissed him, warmer than you expected them to be. The kiss heated up quickly when you gripped his waist and felt his arms encircle your neck. You knocked his mask off the rest of the way to entangle one of your hands in his dark hair. Pinning him to the ground, you felt him grind up against you just as you bit his lower lip hard, drawing blood.

Pulling away, he stared up at you with wide eyes and a smile on his face. He was pretty, you'll give him that. Bright green eyes, cute freckles, brown hair... You almost thought it was a shame he was a killer. He could have had a harem of men and women lined up for him if it weren't for the mask.

Briefly, the thought that he was prettier with a bloody lip while on top of you flickered through your mind but you shut that down quickly.

"Really a shame," he sighed sadly, wiping blood from his mouth. His tone pulled you from your thoughts as he gazed down at you with a forlorn expression. "You're quite the catch. But I'm afraid we're almost out of time before the Entity cuts us off."

"Hope you catch the plague from me," you hissed at him, realizing what he was saying. His responding laughter ringing out in the quiet space. A pretty sound, if it weren't for the knife he pressed to your throat again.

"See you soon, sweetheart. I'll be watching," was the last thing you heard before feeling sharp, stinging pain shoot down your spine as the cold metal of the knife sliced your neck open. Your blood sprayed out and covered Ghostface beneath you. He was grinning up at you with wild eyes vision blacked out...

Opening your eyes, you sat up slowly to rub the phantom pains from your neck as you took in your surroundings. The smell of smoke and soft voices let you know you were back in the survivor's camp, the bright campfire only a few paces away judging by the orange-yellow glow grazing the trees. The damp fog of the forest seeped into your bones and sent a chill up your back. But the abrupt feeling of eyes on you had your head jerking to look around in the darkness of the forest.

The familiar figure of the Ghostface was nearby, crouched down in the tall grass, head tilted curiously as he observed you. When you locked eyes with him he gave you a little wave. Coming from anyone else it would have been cute or sweet, but coming from him just gave you a strange feeling in your stomach.

Your next trial together would certainly be interesting.

*slurps* I would love this to happen, but but not a complete stranger

Hiya! I read your recent Pinhead one-shot and adored it, your writing is so good. Can I request a Ghostface NSFW one-shot where he call’s his next victim but she happens to be masturbating? And they end up having phone sex. I would really appreciate it and if you do please let me know if you take payment or even if I can give you a tip! <3

Oh my gosh thank you so much! I actually gasped when I read this request, I fucking love this idea I hope I did it justice lol. I still get kinda insecure when writing smut even though I've read some not-so-great erotica and still be turned on by it so does it matter? Either way, practice is practice haha.

delicious (nsfw, 18+)

danny johnson x reader | warnings: phone sex, dirty talk, degradation, | note: the title comes from the charli xcx song, somehow not a tswift song for once! | word count: 1.8k

Perhaps your mother had been right in not allowing you to have a phone in your bedroom growing up.

But perhaps it was that very same denial that made you determined to have one in your room when you lived on your own, living out a childhood dream of being able to chat to friends on your own phone in your own room. Not that it got much use, with you rarely being home enough to answer calls and it being even rarer for your friends to even bother calling.

The phone became more like a bedside decoration than serving any real functional purpose in your life, except for when you wanted to call in sick to work or order takeout from the comfort of your own bed. You forgot, it seemed, that phones could actually be kind of a nuisance.

It had been a slow week of long hours at your work, and every class you took seemed to have major assignments due within the past three days. You could’ve cried from relief when you finally got home and had the freedom of the weekend in front of you. You didn’t envy the students pouring their way into parties and bars, though you might have felt a twinge of nostalgia for when you were one of them.

But just because you weren’t going out didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the rest of your night and have some fun with yourself. Once you were out of your work clothes and into your chosen sleepwear for the night (which was simply a big t-shirt), you plopped onto your bed, all the stress and tension leaving your body as soon as you hit the soft surface.

You roll over onto your back, lazily running your hand down your body. You don’t waste time messing with your chest, instead moving directly to your underwear, slipping your hand inside. There was no need to tease yourself, after all.

You had just begun to slowly circle your clit, feeling a bit more sensitive than usual, when the phone started ringing.

Your eyes snapped open, hand still in your underwear. At first, you barely recognized the sound of it, only knowing that the piercing tones had interrupted your alone time. But once your tired and horny brain fog cleared- if just slightly- you glared over at your bedside table.

From where you were laying, you could see the caller ID display, though it only provided you with “UNKNOWN CALLER” on the tiny green screen. You shifted your gaze slightly to your alarm clock, which dimly displayed 11:37 PM. That’s a bit late for a salesperson to call, and your friends would have been announced through the ID display, had they decided to call this late.

Ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach and the nagging itching in the back of your brain to remember something you saw in passing on a newspaper at the store, you waited for the phone’s ringing to end.

Settling back in, you slowly get back into the proper headspace for touching yourself, resuming your slow movements. You wanted to both take it slow tonight and really enjoy it, and seek your pleasure as fast as possible, needing the release it promised after the week you’ve had.

As a compromise between the two desires, you started to pick up the pace, feeling yourself get slightly wetter from your touch.

The phone rings again.

You curse, this time sitting up and snatching the phone off the hook, but not before seeing that this, too, was from an unknown caller (likely the same one from before, you thought in the back of your mind).

“What?” Normally you would never answer the phone this way, but it was way past decent calling times, and you were fucking tired.

But in response, there was nothing. You were starting to wonder if you had somehow not picked up the phone in time for the call to go through when you realized you could faintly hear someone breathing on the other end.

Great.

One of these calls.

You were hardly ever in the mood to deal with prank calls, let alone when you were just trying to destress after a long, exhausting week. You just wanted a fucking break.

“Listen, asshole-”

“I can see you.”

You manage to catch yourself before you’re able to vocally react, instead somehow calmly looking over at your window. The blinds are shut. You don’t doubt that someone, if determined enough, could find a way to peek inside, but you doubted that the man on the phone was that pervert.

“Liar.”

On the other end, the man lets out a chuckle. And you realize, despite yourself, that his voice is kinda attractive, at least for a creep.

“Made you look.”

Scratch that. Very attractive.

Biting your lip, you lay back down, the horny side of your brain pushing you to start your movements again. You have no plan- ideally he would hang up and you would be able to fully indulge yourself, but as the seconds pass without the telltale click of the line being cut you figure this won’t happen.

“What do you want, weirdo?” You can’t help but throw the insult in, figuring he deserves it for interrupting you twice. Not that he knew he was doing it, but either way it didn't matter to you.

“You wound me.” His voice is deep and expressive, and you are definitely getting wetter listening to him speak.

“Good.” You chuckle, but it’s breathless in the way that only someone who was currently masturbating (as you were) would sound.

He’s silent for a moment, and you begin to pick up your pace, adding pressure to your movements, the occasional jolt of pleasure running through your body distracting you from the fact that it was definitely louder than you realized.

“Are you fucking yourself right now?” He doesn’t sound offended (thank goodness), but he does sound confused. You, on the other hand, are suddenly too mortified to examine his tone and you only realize this fact after.

“Shit!” You pull the phone away from your face, as if that lessens the impact of the fact that you were just caught masturbating by a stranger. “I’m sorry, fuck-”

“No- keep going.”

You definitely did not hear that right. You put the phone back to your ear.

“I’m sorry? No-”

“I said, keep going.” Oh boy. If his voice was attractive before when he was just casually talking with you, it didn’t compare to how hot it was when he gave you a command. “You had no problem being a slut before, so you shouldn’t have one now.”

“I- okay. I just feel awkward now.” All of the bravado you felt earlier had quickly dissipated once you were caught.

He hums on the other end of the line and you wait impatiently for his response.

“Would it help if I told you what to do?”

This was certainly not how you had anticipated your night ending up, but you weren’t complaining. How often would you get the chance to have consequence-free phone sex with a complete stranger?

This could very well be the only time in your entire life you would have this thrilling opportunity, and you weren’t going to let it pass you by.

“I think so.” You could hear the man getting comfortable, the rustling of fabric faint in the background on his end. You wondered if it was him getting his cock out.

“Are you still touching yourself?”

“...Yes.” You’d slowed down after you’d been caught, but never fully stopped.

“Play with your clit for me.”

“O-okay.” It was a simple and vague instruction, but something that you could quickly comply with, given that your hand had barely moved from its earlier position. You resumed stroking it, noticing that you had gotten significantly wetter since you’d first picked up the phone. Not quite dripping, but enough to signify that you were definitely turned on by the situation you had found yourself in.

“Good girl.”

Fuck. Your hips jerked at the praise, and you bit your lip to hide your moan. But you clearly didn’t do a good job of it, because the man on the other end chuckled, the sound once again going straight to your pussy.

“Oh, did you like that?”

“Y-yes.” If you were of sound mind you would be embarrassed by how quickly this man had managed to reduce you to the stuttering mess you were now.

“Put the phone on speaker, and don’t even think about holding back any of those little noises.” You rush to comply, fumbling slightly with controlling your non-dominant hand.

“Done.”

“Good. Close your eyes.”

“...Okay.”

“Are you still touching your clit?” You hum in response.

“Just how fucking wet are you right now?”

You gasped, rhythm faltering. “Very.” Your voice is breathy, shaking as you stumble over the single word. “Fuck, please tell me something- anything. Wanna hear what you want.”

“Yeah?” You can now hear the distinct noise of him jerking off on the other end, and you’re certain he must be able to hear the sloppy noise your own movements are creating. “I wanna to fuck you so hard you won’t be walk right for a week, every movement you make a reminder of how much I fucking own you. You’re mine, got that? My little slut, just a fuck toy for me to fill up.”

You shuddered, turning your head against your pillow.

“You want that, want me to fill you up?”

“Yes, please, I want your cum, oh my god,” you’re mumbling, words you don’t truly mean but your brain is far too gone to think about the things you’re saying.

Plus, he’s just a stranger, someone you’ll never meet. You can say whatever you want, it doesn’t even matter.

“I wanna make you cum on my cock, feel your tight little pussy around me-fuck,” You wished, briefly, you knew what he looked like, so you could properly imagine him fisting his cock, the muscles in his arm straining as he made himself go faster, chasing his release.

“I want it, I want it, please,” You were just saying the same thing over and over again, too close to your climax to think of anything sexier to say.

“Are you gonna cum?” His voice was strained, almost muttered out.

“Yes, yes- please I need it, fuck-”

“Then do it. Cum for me like a good little girl.”

And with his permission, you comply, continuing your litany of curses and pleas as your back arches, your orgasm crashing through your body. Gasping, eyes and mouth open, continuing to touch yourself until your body screamed at you to stop from the overstimulation on your clit.

On his end, he lets out a long, low groan as he reaches his climax in the midst of your own. In the back of your mind you wish you were more present to fully enjoy the noise he’s made, to revel in the fact that you did that to a total stranger.

Once you both have come back down from your high, the line is silent. You have no idea what to say, how to even continue a conversation from here. For a moment you contemplate just hanging up and going to sleep, but he beats you to the chase with a line that turns your racing blood to ice.

“See you soon.”

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ao3 link | part two

I'm tired from packing, but I need my meals *slurps*

*ugly crying* would you ever consider giving the phone sex with danny fic a part two? 👉👈 the smut was lovely but also I'm obsessed with the 'oh shit' reaction at the end. If it's not something you'd be interested in, then just take this as me singing your praises, I love your stuff sm

Thank you!!!!! I’ve left this sitting in my inbox because I definitely wanted to continue it, but I was waiting for inspiration to hit (and it did lol). A few people have asked for a continuation of this one, so I’m fine with doing that!! I almost made this more plot-heavy but decided against it because I'd rather use those ideas for another fic!

delicious: pt. II (18+)

danny johnson x reader | warnings: explicit, slight dub-con but it's standard fare for horror fic | notes: my stupid glove kink TM shows up once again. | word count: 2405

part one

You were not one to obsessively look over your shoulder. Under normal circumstances you hated to give in to paranoia. Even if there was a serial killer roaming your town, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of letting it get to you. That’s just giving him what he wants, right? He’ll never know that this was your approach to his reign of terror, but at least it made you feel better. Well, until you maybe had phone sex with him (the fact that you hadn’t really considered that maybe the person on the other end of the phone call was that serial killer astonished you but then again, you had been a bit preoccupied that night).

“See you soon.”

It was likely an empty threat, right? Just something to unnerve you, given the climate of fear that had gripped the town. Nothing more. There was no evidence that he did this with anyone else (but then again, who else would masturbate to a threatening phone call?)

You felt stuck in your mind, going in circles of ‘what-if’s and ‘why-me’s. Every day since the phone call felt like you had been going through the motions, on edge and ready to run at any sudden movement. It was maddening but in a way, you felt like you deserved it for not being hypervigilant enough.

It’s been two days since the phone call, and you sat in your car staring at your building. You were going to have to get out of the car at some point, but being alone in your apartment didn’t seem appealing to you anymore. It was no longer your safe haven. It was now a trap and every single time you opened the door you felt like you were about to spring it on you.

Like you were being toyed with.

Sighing, you yank the keys out of the ignition, grabbing your bag from the passenger seat. Making sure the other doors were locked, you slipped out of the car, locking the door behind you. The streetlamp buzzed above you as you hurried up the stairs, eager to get out of the cold but hesitant to enter your apartment. At least, you reasoned with yourself, you were safer inside than out, right?

You almost tripped over the trash bag your neighbor had put outside of their door, apparently too lazy to take it to the dumpster. Veering around it and rolling your eyes, you hurriedly unlocked your door. You tried not to breathe a sigh of relief when you discovered it was, indeed, still locked.

After entering you kicked the door to your apartment shut, wincing as it slammed harder than you had intended. Exhaling loudly, you lean against the door, eyes closed, trying to will yourself into believing you were just having a bad week. That it was just another day of doing work that you were certainly overqualified for and there was no other reason for your frayed nerves.

You were exhausted and bordering on burnt out. Add the stress of a serial killer on the prowl, possibly coming after you, and your mind was a constant hazy mess. The only thing cutting through the haze was the hope that that call had just been a prank. But you couldn’t make yourself believe it.

You lazily toss your bag onto the already cluttered kitchen table, plopping into a chair. You’d have to make food soon. But all you wanted to do was sit there until you decided it was time to sleep.

And then, like your life was a cliche filled horror movie, the phone rang.

You had moved the phone out of your bedroom following the… incident. You weren’t sure whether you moved it due to fear or embarrassment, either way it was no longer in your room and now sat on your kitchen counter, always looming ominously in your periphery as you cooked.

But now you stared at it from your chair, watching as it rang and rang and rang. You were afraid to pick it up, but you were afraid of what might happen if you didn’t. Finally, the fear built up and you lunged to the phone, practically knocking it off the hook with the force you moved to it. Placing the receiver by your ear, you did your best to sound braver than you felt. Maybe if you just pretended it was a friend, you could play off the fact that your heart was racing and you were dizzy with fear.

“Hello?”

Nothing on the other end. It was like a cruel replay of the last call you got on this phone. But you couldn’t even hear breathing on the other end, just silence. Your brave facade dissipated and you meekly whispered into the phone.

“...Hi?”

The click of the phone being hung up rings through your ears. But it takes you a few more seconds to find the strength to hang up your own end, listening to the monotonous dial tone until you snapped out of it.

You really should have gotten caller ID for this phone.

Taking a shaky step back, you’re suddenly hyper aware of every window in your apartment, and how many of them don’t even have blinds. They’re just open for anyone to look into, see you at every minute of your life. As you exit the kitchen, you turn off the light, leaving the apartment dark.

Every creak of the floorboards under your feet seems deafening as you walk to your bedroom, ready for another sleepless night of tossing and turning and swearing you could feel someone’s eyes on you. But your eyes are tired and just being able to lay still might give you some semblance of rest.

Like the rest of the apartment, your room is dark, the only light coming from the yellow street lamps outside. You reach over to the lightswitch, ready to flip it on and get ready for bed as quickly as possible to get back into the comfortable darkness, but you don’t feel the lightswitch. What your hand meets, instead, is the distinct shape of a leather gloved hand covering it.

Your hand jerks away like it was burned, and even though you really don’t want to, you have to look to see just who is in your room. And even though it's dark in your room, you can clearly see the pale mask of the intruder.

And oh God, you hope this is a sick joke.

But you spot the slight glint of the knife he holds and suddenly it doesn’t matter if this is the real Ghostface because either way it seems he intends to harm- if not kill- you.

You can’t even scream, all you can do is press yourself against the wall perpendicular to the one he stands by, unwilling to turn away from him.

It’s so quiet you wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear your heartbeat. But someone has to break the silence, the stalemate between you can’t last but so much longer.

“Please don’t hurt me.” Your voice shakes, meek when you needed it to be strong.

Sickeningly, mockingly, he tilts his head to the side, examining you.

“I’m not here to kill you.” You don’t- you can’t believe him. His hand drops from the wall, and you regret shutting the door behind you when you entered the room. “Not yet, at least.”

The worst part, though, about him finally speaking is that you definitely recognize his voice.

“Then why are you here? I didn’t realize you paid house calls before you...” Killed. Saying it was too much for you, too much of an acknowledgement that what was happening was indeed real. .

“The newspapers can’t get every detail, doll.”

That shouldn’t have made your heart skip a beat, should it? But maybe since he’d already made you cum once (regrettably), your body had no problem associating his voice with sexual gratification and pleasure. Even though your mind was very aware that in no universe should you be feeling that way.

“But I think I made a promise to you, didn’t I?”

See you soon.

“It’s not often I find a girl who gets wet from threatening phone calls.” He pushes himself off the wall, stalking towards you. You can’t press yourself any flatter against the wall and there’s nowhere for you to run. He’s right in front of you and you can’t look at him even though you feel entirely enveloped in his presence, in his smell. “So I wanna have a little fun.”

You swallow thickly, staring at the floor. You’re terrified but- and you hate to admit it- you’re also becoming increasingly hot and bothered with every word this man says to you.

“...Fun?”

The tip of his knife rests under your chin, tilting your face up towards his mask. It’s cold on your skin. He places the hand not holding the knife by your head, leaning right in front of your face. Once he seems certain that you aren’t going to drop your head again, he trails his knife down the front of your body, letting it catch on the fabric of your shirt.

“Tell me, are you wet right now?”

Tears spring into your eyes and it hurts you to realize that it's not from fear but rather the intensity of the moment. You can’t bring yourself to speak, so you opt to barely nod your head.

“What was that? Use your words, doll.” Again, the pet name has its desired effect and you let out a shaky exhale before finding your voice.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” Suddenly, he pushes away from you. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”

Maybe you should be ashamed with how quickly you moved to comply with his demand, but you could worry about that if you survived the night. With every word that left his mouth, you felt more and more compelled to let him do whatever he wanted with you. He had a lethal amount of charisma and he knew exactly how to use it.

Standing by the bed with your shirt, bra, and pants off, you only hesitated when it came to removing your undergarments. If what you suspected about Ghostface was true then he’s probably already seen you naked. But doing it willingly with him three feet in front of you was a whole different level of intimacy that you weren’t used to. Especially not with serial killers.

He huffed in annoyance at your obvious hesitation, jabbing towards your bed with his knife. “Lay down.” Startled, you look at him. “Do it before I make you.”

Clambering onto the bed, you lay back and watch as he approaches you. If he weren’t holding a knife and moving like a predator, it might have been romantic. But instead of his hand trailing down your body, it was once again his knife, leaving cold ghosts of threats on your skin. You shiver under the cool metal, breathing erratically.

Tired of standing above your body, Ghostface climbs in between your legs, spreading your thighs to accommodate him. With how you’re positioned, you can feel his hot length through his pants and the front of his leather get-up.

He cuts your underwear off, knife blade grazing your hip, and you pretend not to notice him slipping the fabric into his pocket. You doubt he’d do anything if you pointed it out, anyway. He takes a moment to look at you, now properly disheveled. Placing his knife to the side where it was out of your reach, he takes both of your breasts in his gloved hands, massaging the skin.

Hands moving from your breasts down your body, he runs two fingers up and down your wet cunt. He doesn’t linger anywhere, only giving you whispers of pleasure.

With his other hand, he reaches to where you can’t see him, and it’s only when you feel the head of his cock pressing into you that you realize he’d pulled himself out. Inch by inch he slides into your pussy, barely giving you enough time to accustom yourself to the intrusion.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Once you’ve adjusted to his size, he immediately pulls out and trusts back in, setting a painful pace. But soon the pain turns to pleasure and your whimpers turn to pleas for more.

“So wet, so tight and all for me, huh?” He huffs out a laugh and you’re astonished he’s even able to talk when you feel like the wind has been knocked out of you.

He leans forward, catching your parted lips with his fingers. His middle and ring finger slip into your mouth, opening it wide, fingers pressing into your tongue. Saliva collects in your mouth, and a tiny bit of drool spills out of the corner of your mouth. The tip of your tongue runs under the gloves fingers, relishing in its taste.

You start to suck on his fingers, adding a new obscene sound to the room filled with the wet slaps of your fucking and your breathing and moaning.

“Oh fuck, babygirl,” He grits out, the vocoder in his mask crackling with his heavy breathing. You moan around his fingers, closing your eyes as each trust sends jolts of pleasure through your body. He removes his hand from your mouth, placing it on your hips instead to use as leverage as he continues fucking.

“Harder, God, harder.” You pant and he complies. He’s slamming into you, and your mouth opens in a silent scream as his cock tips you over into your orgasm. Body shuddering, gasping for breath, your pussy squeezes tight around him.

He fucks you right through it, grunting. His hips stutter, but he only slightly slows his pace as he cums deep inside of you. He thrusts once or twice more, fucking his cum further into your cunt before fully stopping. He doesn’t pull out immediately and you feel his cock twitch inside you, all while you are incredibly, blissfully full.

He finally pulls out, looking at your pussy. You grimace at the feeling of the aftermath of your coupling starting to trail out of you.

For a moment, you wonder if he’s hot in his getup in a mask, but decide you’re much too tired to care about his well being.

“Hey, doll, look at me,” You open your eyes, too tired to do anything else. “Think I’ll keep you around.”

it’s just a harmless scarecrow

Just putting this out into the universe...

A Grim (from the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy show) skin for Ghostface...??

That’s all I ask for

I need more Danny Johnson x reader because this man is hot as fuu!$/$