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Dead by Daylight characters when you say a terrible pick up line

Danny Johnson

You were cornered and Ghostface was just standing there staring at you

"My mom said to not talk to strangers but for you I'll make an exception" you said winking and chuckling nervously

He stood there and although you couldn't see it he was blinking rapidly and a smile was slowly forming on his face

His shoulders was shaking and soon enough you could hear him laughing "Oh wow that- that was terrible sweetheart" he faked wiped his tears and walked up to you, picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder

Leon Kennedy

You guys just finished the last gen and he was opening the exit gate

You leaned on the wall besides him and looked at him

He looked at you and smiled a little confused "What is there something on my face?" He says softly and nervously

And that's when you said with a big ass grin on your face "Are you tired yet?" Your shoulders shake trying to suppress your laugh "What?" He look even more confused "Cause you've been running through my mind all day and night" You blow a kiss at him and the exit gates open

He stutters and blushes but then laughs and soft laugh and shakes his head and grabs your hand and you guys leave together

Albert Wesker

He was chasing you down the hall and then you suddenly threw and pallet down on his head causing him to groan and clutch his head in pain

"Are you a parking ticket cause you got 'fine' written all over you" You said blowing a kiss at him

He just stands there staring at you blanky letting out a sigh "Is that the best you have?" He says with a smirk

You blush and stand there frozen

He breaks the pallet and his tentacles wrap around you and he tosses you over his shoulder and takes you to an office for some fun time

Dwight Fairfield

You guys were chilling at camp with some of the other survivors

You turned to Dwight and leaned in placing your chin in your palm and a sly grin formed on your face

"You know what you would look really beautiful in?" You say to Dwight causing him to raise an eyebrow and give a small smile "W-what?"

"My arms" you say winking

His face turns beet red and he covers his face with his hands

(if y'all want more just tell me and I'll gladly do more :))

Hello. Is it ok if i can request wesker, ghostface, dwight, and trickster reacting to an emotionless survivor? Like they just have the bored expression on their faces 24/7 or has a bored voice tone?

Killer's and a Survivor react to a emotionless survivor

Dwight

He wouldn't have even noticed you if he didn't turn around

You were just sitting on the edge of the tree line looking off in the distance

You had a blank expression

He went up to you and introduced himself

You glanced up and him, looked away and muttered your name and then got up and walked away

He watched you walk deeper into the forest, he didn't go after you because since your new you need time to adjust

But it's been a while now and your still closed off and don't show any emotions

The only thing you show is pain when you get cut badly

He frowns and wants to pursue a relationship with you but you seem uninterested

He hates it but he gave up on trying to be your friend, you just don't care and often don't even notice how people feel around you

Wekser

Interesting indeed

You always avoid everyone, and any interactions if you can help it

You never have any emotions or reactions unless your in pain cause you got hit

He wish he could figure out why you act this way. Trauma? Were you born like this?

Either way he will go out if his way to torment you by always going after you and making snide remarks while he got you down

He doesn't hate you particularly, no. He just wants to see if he can more reactions from you (probably not but hey he enjoys like the sadist he is..)

Ghostface

He was excited to see a new survivor but your different

He can't tell if he likes it or hates it

He hates how you don't react but loves how you don't even acknowledge the distress your teammates are in

You don't even spare a glance to them when they cry in pain

Although you also cry in pain it's not like the others which is intriguing

He will try on everything he can you get some different reaction out of you

Trickster

How boring..

Probably one of the most annoying and plain survivors for him

Yeah not fan

He wants someone who full of emotions but not too much, but you lack any emotions or reactions

Your crys if pain is even plain, it's just so monotone, flat, and boring

He either goes after you first to get rid of you to have fun with the rest of the survivors or he goes after you last because he doesn't want to deal with you there is no in between

I'm a sucker for this stuff, it's just too good!! *Chef kiss*

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

dom!danny johnson x sub!fem!reader | mini fic | nav | phone sex, masturbation/guided masturbation, voyeurism, stalking, mention of taking pics of you, mention of making porn, praise, degradation, panty stealing and sniffing, squirting, sir kink

“you can see me?” you asked, looking around your house, pressing your house phone closer to your ear. your bottom lip tucked between your teeth to keep you from smirking. whipping your head around to peek out the sliding doors you had then to the windows in your kitchen.

“course i can, doll, purple really does wonders on you”

his cocky tone made you scoff. furrowing your brows as you looked down at your black shirt, getting ready to say something sassy back but once you put your hand on your hip and sighed you realized he wasn’t walking about your shirt, he was talking about your light purple panties.

rubbing your legs together as you looked around again. you went to speak and he interrupted you.

“though, the white with red dots are a personal favorite but i dont know if you’ll get them back.” the line went silent for a moment, then a deep inhale was faintly heard. “you smell so good bunny”

you laughed, “perv” you muttered and started walking to your couch and plopping down onto it.

moving your feet to the coffee table, planting them comfortably and leaning back and parting your legs slightly. your hand coming to play with the elastic of your panties.

“you gonna put on a show for me, bunny?” he asked.

“will i get my underwear back?” you asked, raising a brow as your fingers started to slip into your panties, teasing him and them back out and then playing with the little bow that was made out of a silky material.

“maybe” ghostface said, dragging it out playfully.

“lets make a deal then? i will let you watch me, only, if you give them back.” you hummed, tilting your head as you waited for his answer. hearing him hum as if he was thinking it through.

“i think you’ve got yourself a deal bunny” he said, you just knew he had a smirk on his face and probably his hand in his pants.

you let a small giggle leave your lips before sitting the phone down on the cushion next to you before slowly pulling up your shirt—the purple set now on display for him. throwing it to floor before bringing the phone back to your ear and leaning back.

your hands moving into your panties, lightly grazing along your folds before pulling your hand out and grazing yourself over your underwear.

teasing yourself, getting yourself worked up enough that a little wet spot of your arousal was forming—darkening the fabric and you hoped he was able to see it as you heard some ragged breaths through the phone then some ruffling and then soft grunts and more hard breathing.

dipping back into your panties and gathering your wetness on your middle and ring finger and spread it from your entrance to your clit then started slow circles on the bud. your breath was picking up and you wanted to wiggle around but stayed still for your audience.

“cmon bunny don’t be a tease, be a good girl n’take the panties off for me” he groaned, voice low and more clear. did he have the voice modulator off?

you hummed in agreement and sat the phone back down, fingers hooking around the fabric and your lifted up and pulled off, taking them off your ankles and dropping the purple garment onto the ground.

finding your previous position quickly, fingers back to your clit and slowly reopening your legs and hearing him curse under his breath made you giggle.

“there we go. god, look at you, fucking dripping.” ghostface moaned, hearing a click through the phone but you didn’t question it.

your back arching a bit as you did faster circles on your clit, letting your mouth open and eyes close, moaning out and feeling your thigh twitch as a pleasurable shock ran through your body when your finger tips ran over the bud.

“spread your pretty fucking cunt open for me” he instructed, more clicks were heard as you mumbled a quick ‘yes sir’

taking your attention off your clit and moving your folds apart, your middle finger did up strokes on clit as you heard more clicks over the phone.

“since you’re being so good i might let you see the pictures, you’re very photogenic by the way.” he teased, so that was the clicking noise.

“maybe next time since you’re so shy right now, we could make a movie” you teased back, looking around to every dark corner you could see. he chuckled through the phone.

you moved your fingers to your hole, middle finger teasing yourself by shallowly dipping your finger in then circling around it.

moaning loudly as you pushed your middle finger into your cunt, your head going back and digging into the cushion. hearing a little mumble of “oh fuck” before you started moving your finger in and out.

you moaned again once you started picking up speed, your palm grinding against your clit making it even better though you wished it was his fingers, his tongue, his cock, whatever he wanted to give you.

“feels good dont it doll?” ghostface asked, a moan slipping from him at the end. you nodded and hummed an ‘mhm’.

“add another finger, i know you can” he ordered, biting your lip as you slowed and added your ring finger. picking your pace up again, spreading your legs wider, muscles burning at the strain.

swears and moans and gasps left your mouth as you continued to fuck yourself with your fingers, hips starting to roll into the thrusts and your palm dragged against your clit each time you moved your fingers in.

you started to feel the knot tightening in your lower abdomen, knowing you were getting closer and closer to your release. whining into the phone as you heard him saying how cute you looked.

“cmon bunny, i can tell youre close, let go” he huffed. your fingers going faster and harder.

“fuck m’gonna cum” you cried, moaning and face scrunching up in pleasure as he was telling to ‘be a good girl and cum’ but you could barely comprehend what he was saying to you as you felt the coil snap, your body hot and starting to get a thin sheen of sweat.

feeling the gush start from between your thighs, quickly moving your fingers to rub your clit. basically screaming in pleasure as you squirted.

“holy shit bunny, good girl-good fucking girl.” you heard him moan as he found his own release.

rubbing your clit as you were now coming down from your high, only stopping when it started to get overstimulating and a bit uncomfortable. letting your hand rest on your stomach as you listened to him breathe over the phone while you caught your breath.

closing your legs and eyes as you gathered yourself.

“didnt know you were a squirter bunny.” ghostface breathed out, the voice modulator was back on and it made you jump then relax. you laughed and heard rustling through the phone before the line went dead.

letting the phone rest on your chest and you groaned as you realized you were need to reshower and clean up your mess.

sitting up and grabbing your shirt and panties from the ground. getting up and sitting the phone on the charging dock in the kitchen before walking to your small laundry room.

sighing as your tried to the light switch, finally switching it on.

you smiled as you were met with a damp towel and a dry one folded neatly on your dryer and your white with red dots panties were on the floor. tilting your head and lifting a brow as you bent to pick them up and a polaroid was under them.

feeling your underwear and feeling something sticky, you gasped as you realized it was covered in his cum. you couldnt help but laugh a bit as you picked up the picture.

it was of him using your panties to jerk off with, taking in the image. cock out, panties around his length and a gloved hand mid stroke.

flipping it over and seeing he had written something on the back.

“see you soon ;0”

Subby Danny is a yes!!

Can I ask for sub danny johnson and fem dom reader? Edging and hand jobs if u don't mind. He's a brat too. 100% fights for dominance but the slightest touch to his little throbbing head and he's putty in ur arms, bucking into ur hand and whimpering like a little bitch. He's also v shy cause he's not used to being a bottom 👉🏽👈🏽

Oooh man this was a bit of a challenge as a certified bottom, but I did my best. Hope you like it <3 also for anyone else who sees this, my requests are on!

Sub! Danny Johnson x Reader

"I want to try something different tonight," you start. 

Danny looks up from the papers he had been toiling over, his faux glasses off but still in his reporter clothes. He had come to your apartment right after work, promising to spend some time with you after he finished up his work. But that had been hours ago.

"Oh? And what would that entail, doll?" He replies, an easy smile forming on his face.

"I want to be in charge," you say, lifting your chin up a fraction higher.

His face stays even, but he raises an eyebrow, questioning you wordlessly. Right. He never let shock or surprise show on his face- always needing to be the one in control, in or out of the bedroom. You stand your ground.

"I think it would be a nice change," you push.

He plays with the pen in his hand, flipping it around while he deliberates, staring you down. After a few moments, he turns away, back to his work. 

"Sure baby, whatever would make you happy. We can do it after I finish up my piece for the paper," he dismisses you, already focused again.

You were prepared for this reaction. For him to not take you seriously, to try and remain in control even while pretending to give it up.

You walk away to your bedroom where he hid his duffel bag of tools for his… Late night outings. You had let him leave it at your place in case the police ever searched his own apartment- as a sign that he could trust you. You dig through the bag, pushing away his ghostface outfit to reveal exactly what you wanted. 

You stride back out to the living room where he sat at your computer desk, and without saying anything, press his own gutting knife to his throat.

He sighs, unphased. "And what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm doing exactly what I said I'd be doing. Taking control." 

You push the knife harder against his throat, finally earning a small gasp. You bend over the side of the computer chair to see that you've drawn a small amount of blood- a little red line now trickling down his neck.

"Can't this wait?" He questions, his voice a little uneven. 

"No, it can't. Stay still." You command while pulling the knife away from his throat and spinning the computer chair around to face you and the rope you were holding in your other hand.

While his eyes were narrowed, he couldn't hide the forming hardness under his work slacks. You let a smug smile creep onto your face as you quickly work to bind his wrists to the arms of the chair and his ankles together, using a technique you had taught yourself months ago. Once you finish, you stand back, admiring your work. 

"Are you proud of yourself?" He asks, annoyed. 

"Quite, actually," you reply chipperly. 

"You know I'm allowing this to happen, correct?"

Ah, and there it was. You expected this from him; to try and regain control as quickly as he loses it. You lazily spin the knife around in your hand, showing off yet another skill you had taught yourself in your time of dating a serial killer.

"Actually, I think I could've very easily slit your throat just then when you weren't paying attention-" you watch his cock twitch in his pants "-and I think you'll let me do what I want, or else."

He scoffs. "Fine, do what you want."

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow. 

"One more thing, Danny, sweetie…" you coo, taking the tip of the knife to under his chin and pushing his face up to meet yours. "You're going to quit trying to control this with that nasty mouth of yours, and instead put it to better use; Begging me to let you cum." 

His eyes widen as he holds your gaze, and swallows loudly. You give a smirk of approval, and reach down to unzip his slacks, reaching into his briefs to pull out his hardened member. He lets out a deep breath as you begin to work your hand up and down. 

You keep it at an even pace for a bit, listening to his hitched breathing as you both stare each other down. Then you begin to pump faster, and he allows himself to relax into the chair and enjoy himself more.

You look down to see precum forming at his pink tip, and back up to his face to a light blush forming in his cheeks. He begins to buck up into your hand, moving with you as you pleasure him. 

"I want to hear you moan for me," you instruct. 

He grinds his teeth, slowing his bucking. 

"No." 

"Yes," you push.

But he holds his ground, refusing to make any noise. 

You take your hand off of him, and before he can stop himself, he whimpers. The blush in his cheeks grows darker in embarrassment. You smile. 

"See? Little moans and whimpers like that, baby."

"Shut up. Just… Just fucking touch it again," he grumbles. You hum in response. He looks down, then softly murmurs, "...please."

"Good boy," you coo. Reaching back down you begin again, jerking faster than before. He now freely moans, looking anywhere but your face. 

After each noise you go faster, setting a brutal pace as he continues bucking, trying to keep up with you. It isn't long before he's panting along with his whimpers, building up to the edge. 

"Fuck I'm- I'm gonna-" he cries out.

You immediately take your hand off his cock.

He finally looks at you, shocked that you would stop. 

"Beg for it." You say, your tone harsh.

You can see him deciding if it's worth it. You almost laugh at his feeble attempt to still regain control. But he couldn't see what you could see- a flushed face and dick, lust in his eyes, the way he's lightly biting his lip.

After a few more seconds of deliberating, he yet again looks off to the side. Softly, so softly, he manages out a 'please'. You shake your head.

"I'm going to need more than that, honey." You grab his chin, forcing him to look you dead in the eye. "I want you to beg beg. I want you to show how pathetic you are, how much you need it. How much you would do to finally cum."

He lets out a hot breath. "Please, let me cum. I… I need it, so, so fucking bad. I would do anything for it," he nearly cries. You can see his cock still throbbing, begging for release. 

"Good pet," you praise, dropping down to your knees and putting his dick in your mouth. 

"Fuck," he nearly shouts, as you swirl your tongue around the tip, tasting his precum. He begins thrusting into your mouth, and you let him, switching to bobbing your head up and down his shaft. You guessed he was building back up again rather fast by the strained curses he lets out, finally not bothering to take control anymore.

So you reward him by letting him pummel into your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat that would have you gagging had you not been more experienced. Your hands move up his thighs and you grip there, holding yourself in place. 

Finally, after what felt like forever, you feel his  warm cum shot miss your tongue all together and hit the back of your throat, immediately swallowing it. You take your mouth off his member with an obscenely wet 'pop', and look up at him, as saliva drips down your chin.

"I told you I'd make you beg for it."

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.”

Hello! May I request ghostface (preferably danny Johnson’s ghostie) with a punk! Male S/O who likes to start fist fights for fun but is actually really sweet! Thank you

A/n: Loving the Danny prompts you guys are coming up with. Also sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted I got a little carried away with this one.

Tw: Mentions of stalking, harassment, knives, obsession and cursing

Tonight was the night. Danny was going to do it. Danny Johnson had been stalking you for a while now. You’d met Danny by mere chance. But that once interaction had him hooked on you like a drug, leaving him wanting more.

Danny had first encountered you at the grocery store, nothing special really. Danny hadn’t exactly been paying attention to his surroundings as he should've, seeing as how there seemed to be even more people than usual. 

But Danny had been hyper focused on finding the last item on his grocery list, eager to get out from the overcrowded store in a hurry. Unfortunately that led to him turning around a little too quickly ending with him smacking in your chest, sending him flying to the ground and all of his grocery items with him.

Danny groaned, rubbing his head, until a shadow was cast over him grabbing his attention immediately. Danny's head snapped up to be greeted by a man about his age, a concerned expression gracing his features. 

Danny would be lying if he said he wasn’t a tad bit intimidated by you if not a little intrigued as well. Your face was bandaged poorly, barely doing their job to hide the deep cuts littering your face.

Your knuckles had been bandaged up, but it didn’t hide the bruising on your hands. Not to mention the dried blood seeping through the white bandages. Danny’s trance was broken by one of your bruised hands being extended to him. 

“Are you okay? I’m really sorry about that.”

Danny could feel his face heat up at your words, not expecting this sort of kindness from a stranger.

Not to mention your voice, it was so smooth yet it held a velty roughness to it, mixing together to create the sweetest sound. Danny took hold of your hand savoring the feeling of your rough hands clasping his as you pulled him back up to his feet. Danny offered a smile 

“Nah you're fine.” Danny responded, ignoring the fact it was pretty much his fault. Danny crouched back down to collect his scattered items off the ground. 

“Oh! Here let me help you with that.” you exclaimed, quickly joining him on the dirty, stained floor clumsily picking up his items and placing them all back into his bag. Once you had finished picking everything up.

“Again I’m so sorry dude sometimes I just don’t notice stuff around me.” you offered a lopsided smile as you threw your arm back rubbing your neck awkwardly. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Danny assured, Danny's gaze shifted to the fridge door he was trying to get to in the first place. 

Danny’s smile flattered as he realized the case was empty. Now he was going to have to go home without any milk, which sure wouldn’t be that bad if cereal wasn’t the only thing he had for breakfast each day.

Danny eyebrows furrowed as a sour expression graced his features. He cursed softly underneath his breath, grabbing your attention. 

“What?” you asked, concerned in his sudden shift in mood. 

“Nothing, It’s just they don’t have the last item on my list anymore.” he muttered bitterly, counting to glare at the empty shelves. You followed his gaze, then suddenly it clicked. 

“Oh, you need milk?” you asked him, turning back around Danny shifted his attention back to you.  

“How did you know?” he asked, quivering an eyebrow. You didn’t respond, instead you began digging through your own bag, Danny watched you with curious eyes. His curious expression flattered as you pulled out a jug of milk handing it to him with a smile.

“Here! I don’t really need it anyways. I was trying to get one before I ran out, but I still have some at home.” you replied.

Danny opened his mouth to thank you but you interrupted him.

“Well it was nice talking to you but I have to go, bye!” you smiled waving to him before parting ways.

Well at least that’s what you thought. Danny wasn’t ready to part ways, just couldn’t get you out of his head even with such a small interaction he was craving more.

The kindness you showed him, your handsome features, your silky voice. He needed more of you. He just needed a little bit more, well that's what he thought at least. 

He decided it would just be for the day, he followed you around discreetly so as to not gain your attention, but close enough to where he could take all of you in.

But the more he watched you the harder he fell. And soon one day turned into a couple weeks and a couple weeks turned into a month. At this point he knew everything about you, your favorite color, favorite movie, your sleep schedule.

A month and he hadn’t interacted with you once, it was killing him! But that’s why he was here tonight.

He was finally going to repay your kindness. Perched in a tree on the left side of your house he got the perfect view into your house from the window below, that window also just so happened to show the phone sitting on the table on the other side of the glass. 

Danny quickly slid out his phone from one of his cloak pockets, dialing your number with the swift punch of a few buttons. He watched the phone in anticipation waiting for you to pick it up.

Danny felt a wave of joy sweep through his body as he watched your figure walk over to the table taking the phone of the receiver.

“Hello?”

Danny felt his stomach twist, a sickeningly sweet feeling filled his chest. 

“Hello?”

Danny responded back, mirroring your puzzled tone with a twist, his voice was gritty and low, in an almost sinister way. 

“Do I know you?” you accusingly as you lifted an eyebrow, your head turned to look at the clock hanging from your living room wall. Who could possibly want to call you at eleven-thirty at night.

You thought, looking away from your clock and back to the phone.

“No, but I know you.” he chuckled darkly “I know a lot about you.” he said his voice dropping an octave with the eerie reply.

You froze for a moment before your eyebrow furrowed together and a rush of anger took hold of you. 

“Fuck you, asshat.” you spat as you slammed down the receiver. Stomping into your kitchen out of Danny's sight. Danny grinned behind the mask. You were no pussy. Danny had to respect that. But could you survive an encounter with him face to face? He was about to find out.

Slipping out from his original hiding spot he scoped around your house sticking to the shadows as he crept around, until taking notice of the cracked bathroom window.

Hastily he used his knife to force open the window sliding into the room still completely undetected.

Danny pulled out his phone from his pocket once again. Dialing your number again he cracked open the bathroom door, a small creak escaping from the rusty hinges as he watched you. You walked back to the phone picking it up quickly. 

“Yes?” you asked your tone doing very little to hide the fact you were annoyed as hell. 

“Hello, again.” Danny taunted back. His voice shifted back to a more sinister tone, the grin on his face evident in his voice. 

“What the hell do you want?” you growled. 

Ghostface crept out from his hiding spot behind the door, now out in the light still without you knowing. He drew his knife from his pocket, raising it as he began slowly walking up behind you.

“I want you to turn around.” your eyes widened as your head snapped around so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash to see the masked man, knife raised at you.

He quickly lunged at you, sending you both to the ground. Danny straddled your torso, his thighs trapping you beneath him. You squirm underneath him trying to free at least one of your arms, so at least you’d still have a chance of running while you still could.

Your eyes widened in horror as you saw the metal knife in his gloved hand being raised once again. 

Your face scrunches up and your eyes clenched shut, not wanting to see whatever he was going to do to you.

You braced yourself for the feeling of the sharp metal blade piercing itself through the soft flesh of your stomach. You waited but the feeling never came instead you felt a gloved hand cup the side of your face. In such a soft way, as though you were made of glass, harsh movements would break you.

Confused, you opened your eyes to see the mask of your former attacker had been moved slightly just enough to where you could see his lips. Suddenly he moved closer to your face, his hot breath dancing down your neck.

Your breath hitched, as your face grew hot. Suddenly his lips were pressed against yours. You could feel your stomach twist up, this was wrong, but it felt so good. The feeling of his rough lips contrasting with your soft ones made your heart beat pick up. Slowly he parted from you breathlessly.

Without saying anything he quickly jumped off you. Walking over to the window closest to the two of you, opening it as if nothing had happened. He threw one of his legs over the stool of the window, now perched on the stool he turned to you grinning at you before sliding his mask back over his face.

“See you later, pretty boy.” he whispered in a teasing tone, before disappearing out the window. You sat there on the floor in awe before your face exploded into a dark shade of red. 

Silently hoping that he’d come back.

A/N: Woof this is long

Medicine

A/n: Wanted to torture Danny so I did. You know, as a treat

Tw: Knifes, Blood, Injury's, Violence, Gore, Cursing

Gn Reader

Danny groaned, as he stared into the navy blue of the dark sky. Feeling himself space out as the soft breeze kissed his face as it blew past him, a chill creeping down his spine as he glared into the void glimmers of light shining down taunting him, the stars had always left him feeling empty.

He looked up at these giants of light and suddenly felt so small, it left him feeling helpless. He hated it. Yet somehow when his thoughts drifted back to you, he felt a wave of relief, his muscles loosened as his chest grew tight. Why the hell was he thinking of you? You weren’t supposed to be anything to him. 

You were nothing. 

Then why did he hesitate? Why was his gloved hand shaking before your fearful eyes, gazing upon his shaking figure. Your ragged breath, guilting him, making him feel so filthy. This fear is what he thrived off of! Then why did he feel so helpless?

Running from him like he was some sort of animal. He hated the way you looked at him. Your pretty eyes filled with horror when he came into view.

Why couldn’t you look at him with kinder eyes? No, what the hell was he talking about. He shook himself from these uncharacteristically mushy thoughts.

Since when did Danny Johnson have time to be existential? Not enough time if you asked him. He still needed to get you and that asshole Jake if he wanted to win this round. He wasn’t really looking to be punished by the Entity again this week. 

Danny crouched back down surveying the surrounding area carefully. He knew you were here somewhere. One of those brats from earlier had ratted you out to him hoping he’d spare them in return, fat chance. Didn’t really matter because this would finally be over.     

Danny was interrupted by the sound of rustic metal gears of a generator being finished and with that. The loud siren of the gates opening. Danny's head snapped around right as you and Jake sprinted from your hiding spot in the bushes nearby. 

The heavy thudding of footsteps gave your position. Danny's heart almost stopped when his eyes drifted to you and Jake's hands. That asshat had the fucking adacuity to hold your hand. Danny's gripp on his knife grew tighter and tighter until he could no longer feel his hand. His jaw clenched as his breath shifted to ragged and distorted breathing. 

His eyes held a storm of rage. Adrenaline filled his body as he felt his legs carrying him towards you two, almost as if he was on autopilot. 

As soon as Danny was close enough Danny plunges his knife into the brunette back causing him to let out a blood curdling scream as he fell to the ground with a sharp thud. But Danny was finished.

His mind was clouded with a fog of hatred. Danny snarled as Jake cried attempting to crawl away from the masked man. Danny watched the pathetic display. Almost like he was a cat playing with its prey. 

But not this time Danny was in no mood to taunt, he felt an animalistic charge fill him. As he plopped down onto Jake preventing him from crawling away.

Danny ripped the knife from Jake's back causing the man beneath him to whimper. His cries of pain were caught off as Danny plunged the knife into his back once more pushing it deeper into his back twisting it as a cracking sound echoed out, but it wasn’t enough. 

Danny kept pushing until there were no more screams, no more struggling, just gurgling as a crimson liquid began to pour from Jake's mouth as he stopped moving completely. Silence. 

Danny ripped the knife out as he pushed himself off the body beneath him. 

He looked up to see your horrified expression, your face pale, your lip quivered as you stared at the dead body of your friend. 

Danny glared at you, as he stomped over to you. Forcing you up, by roughly grabbing the collar of your shirt. It seemed something in you had snapped as you began to scream and kick against him. 

“Stop it.” he growled as you continued to scream and cry. Danny’s face twisted to one of frustration. Losing his patience he threw you to the ground, quickly he stomped down on your leg as hard as he could, stopping you from scampering away.

Danny grabbed a fist full of your hair dragging you from the exit. Your cries and pleas fell upon deaf ears. Danny tossed you over his shoulder making his way to a nearby hook, the sky twisted into a muggy gray. He threw you up onto the hook. 

“Why did it have to be him.” he asked though the question sounded more demanding than he intended. You looked him in the eyes once again the same fearful expression gracing your features, leaving a bitter feeling in Danny's stomach. 

“Why couldn’t you look at me like that.” Danny's voice barely over a whisper, not bothering to lift his head up, he could feel hot tears of frustration run down his cheeks. He knew the entity had come for you; there was nothing he could do but watch. There were no happy endings for monsters, and especially not for him.