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dominantslasherking · 1 year

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(whatever character cause i can't think of anyone rn lol) who's obsessed with and obsessed with pleasing the reader? like would absolutely do anything to worship him

Jed Olsen/Ghostface [DBD] With dominant male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

Jed was extremely hyper and more excited about his killing rounds today, specifically because the newest killer [Name] which the entity is known to favor most of the time, is going to be on a duo kill session with him.

And god was Ghostface obsessed with this handsome killer, just seeing him walking around with his weapon got Jed all riled up. Of course [Name] wasn't a completely silent killer, when he did talk his voice was so fucking husky that Jed nearly jumped the killers bones every time he hears him speak.

Jed was simply glad the entity decided to change the games up a bit, with more survivors in the round and more killers to even it out, "Heyy, buddy--ole pal!~" Jed teased his smaller frame walking right next to your right side his mask was pointed upwards to look at you since you were much taller then he was.

You simply stayed silent looking down at the other killer both of you felt your bodies tingle, meaning you were getting teleported into the map.

Once you were teleported you wasted no time searching for survivors, Jed following you eagerly, once Jed spotted a survivor who was hiding, he smirked under his mask, taking the chance to sneak up behind the survivor and slash at their back.

Jed grabbed the survivor and placed his knife on their neck, "Listen here bitch, if I even see you struggling just a tiny bit I'm going to slice my neck into your flesh and then chop your head off!" Jed hissed into the Survivors ear, before gripping the survivor's hair with his free hand.

He threw the survivor at your feet, "I got this one for you.." Jed bashfully whispered, kicking the survivor's stomach for trying to grip at your ankles. "You---stupid---!!!!STOP TRYING TO TOUCH HIM!" Jed screamed crazily, plunging his knife into the survivor's back, over and over, until his mask and the dirt was drenched in blood.

"I'm...oh gosh so sorry, I stole your kill--" Jed whimpered under your gaze noticing you tilting your head at him, his heart beating rapidly at your full attention. "I was, just so jealous, I'm your number 1 fan after all" Jed slowly whispered getting up off his feet, Jed could hear your slow deep breaths, "Are you angry?" Jed asked leaning against your chest in a testing manner.

Jed felt something hard press against him, causing him to freeze, his body shaking a little from the realization passing through him. "Oh....ohhh~" Jed let out a little chuckle as he pressed himself harder against your body, his hand sliding down to grab your hard length.

"Fuck, is this for me? You're so fucking huge, oh god, oh god!" Jed pushed the dead body out of the way getting on his knees, he was about to release your cock from your clothes but was interrupted by a survivor running past.

Ghostface shot up, "I'll get them, okay? Then I will help you with your...problem---big problem, later, after the games~" Jed purred, his thoughts filled with lust at taking your cock for himself.

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The game had finished, obviously, the two killers winning, right now both Jed and [Name] were currently somewhere in the killer's section of the forest, far away from the survivor's border or any other slashers.

Jed's mask was on the floor, relentlessly sloppy and wet gagging sounds filling the entire area.

Tears glittered in his eyes as you were gripping his soft hair and fucking his wet craven mouth. Jed was sucking in his cheeks letting his tongue run along your cock eagerly, his saliva going all over as he choked on your cock.

His throat was being stretched open from your length sliding in and out of it, it was obvious that this wasn't the first round as Jed's face, was covered in cum, and there was cum dripping out of his mouth and onto his neck.

With a pop You slid out of his mouth, Jed suddenly caught his breath and looked at you, "Pleaseee~Cmon please~ I really want more of your cum!~" Jed cried out, his hand resting on your thigh as he opened up his mouth, showing you the cum on his tongue as he stuck it out eagerly to taste more of your cock and the sweet nectar that flowed down his throat.

You complied, jamming your cock back in, at the clearly happy Slasher who looked up at you as he took your cock inside his mouth.

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apollodarling-writes · 5 months

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omg i had a thought about dbd ghostface. mdni !!

cw : yandere themes, perv danny, non-consensual kissing, danny dry humps you, non-consensually nsfw themes, non-consensual picture taking, danny forces an orgasm out of you, slight knife-play, danny calls the reader bunny, afab anatomy but no prns used, danny cuts open readers shirt, implied murder of other survivors,

“thaaats it, bunny. cry f’me.” danny’s eyes lock onto yours as he shifts to grab his polaroid. his breathing becomes labored as he lifts his mask angling the camera to get the both of you, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek. a broad grin stretched across his features, sweat dripping down his temple as he admires you.

“pl—please…. let me go.” you cry.

“let you go? but bunny, don’t you enjoy our time together?” he sneers, trailing the cool blade of his bowie knife along your exposed flesh. his fingers roughly grip your jaw, molding his lips to yours in a feverish display of his obvious affection. his lips trail along your jaw and throat, groaning as you try to squirm away from his onslaught.

danny presses your shoulders down, grinding his half-hard cock into the soft meat of your thigh. he angles his hips in a way that causes a wave of pleasure to wash over you, a grin splitting his cheeks as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“y’liked that didn’t you, bunny?” he groans, rutting his hips into you faster, his head dropping to the curve of your throat and pressing open mouthed kisses to your bloodied and sweat-slicked flesh. “just be a good bunny and take it.”

you soon feel a familiar sensation pooling in your tummy, panties unwillingly sticky with arousal, and you couldn’t feel more disgusted with yourself. you feel the tip of his blade slice open your shirt, tracing what you assume to be the letters of his name on your stomach.

“bunny,” danny murmurs, “i’m gonna cum. need y’to cum with me.”

you shake your head, a sob ripping from your throat as he sinks his knife into your thigh. “cum. or i’ll make sure your next match is hell.”

danny brushes his cockhead against your clit in a way that has your back arching and a poorly muffled whine leaving your lips — cumming with the man that has made your new life hell.

“that’s a good bunny, cum f’me.” he growls, his rutting slowly coming to stop. danny watches with interest as tears stream down your cheeks, his tongue darting out to lick them away.

“so pretty.” danny’s eyes soften ever so slightly as he leans down to kiss your lips before throwing you over his shoulder. you find no will to struggle against him — you knew you would be hooked and killed by the entity immediately. that’s just how danny rolled.

to your surprise, danny walks right past every hook he comes across, seemingly searching for something in particular. was he going to let you get hatch? was he really going to let you escape? sure enough, danny drops you right in front of hatch, stealing another kiss as compensation.

“bye bye, little bunny. i look forward to our next trial together.” he waves at you in a way that has you scrambling to exit through the hatch, a frown tugging at his lips as he pulls his mask back down.

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lukabitch · 1 year

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#dbd #dead by daylight x male reader #dbd x male reader #dbd ghostface #yandere dbd #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson #jed olsen #dbd ghostface x male reader #danny johnson x male reader #danny johnson x reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader

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yandereloveraw · 7 months

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Xanny will occasionally leave you gifts near or inside of your residence. The gifts themselves are things he knows you like, like that jewelry piece you couldn't afford. Each is accompanied by a small note, signed with one of various nicknames: "Your secert admirer, your arcane guardian, your black knight," etc. He will also gift you pepper spray and a tazer if you don't own any, in case something happens when he's not around to protect you.

"I hate the thought of someone hurting you, so here. Better to be safe than sorry, right? Please be safe for me. <3," the note had read.

#my oc #my oc x y/n #my oc x genderneutral y/n #my oc x reader #male yandere #male yandere oc #yandere werewolf oc #dbd ghostface #danny johnson #jed olsen #minors please dni #oc headcanons #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #gif belongs to the creator #protective male yandere oc #protective male yandere

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trashyslashers · 3 years

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Request Progress (as of 10/16)

Every now and then I'm going to make a post listing all of the requests I have + what progress has been made on them; received means I've gotten your request but have yet to begin working on it, meanwhile WIP means I've received it and have begun working on it, and reviewing means it's pretty much done, and I'm just finishing it up/fixing any errors.

If you send a request in and don't see it listed within a few days of your submission, feel free to resend it!

Received:

Jeffrey Hawk/Kenneth Chase x killer!reader who collects the eyes of their victims (headcanons)

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen (the Ghost Face), Frank Morrison (the Legion), and Ji-Woon Hak (the Trickster) trying a period pain simulator per request of their significant other (headcanons)

Jealous & protective Quentin Smith x fem!reader (headcanons)

Dwight Fairfield x yandere!reader who aggressively attempts to keep him to themselves (headcanons)

WIPs:

What relationships with Evan MacMillan (the Trapper), Kazan Yamaoka (the Oni), and Ji-Woon Hak (the Trickster) are like pre-Entity (headcanons)

Thomas Hewitt x reader who, slowly, warms up to him after he spared her from a group Hoyt brought back after taking a liking to her (fic | oneshot)

Slashers x male!reader who enjoys gardening (fruits & vegetables) and sewing (headcanons)*

*anon, you didn't specify which slashers in specific, so I'm going to default them to the usual four (Michael, Jason, Bubba, and Freddy)! If you had a specific/any specific ones in mind feel free to let me know!

#non request #request progress #slashers x reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader

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horrorslashergirl · 4 years

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Ghostface List

Slasher Headcanons Kinks NSFW

Ghostface x Shy!Reader Smut

Kinktober with Ghostface NSFW

Slasher headcanons with their s/o trying to escape

Slashers getting protective their s/o

Ghostface (Billy and Stu) Headcanons

Slasher Fluff Headcanons

Ghostface Headcanons

Dead by Daylight Ghostface (Jed Olsen) Headcanons

Ghostface (Jed Olsen) x Reader- Kill me slowly

Slasher Headcanons with a pure angelic s/o

Slashers fingering their s/o Headcanons

Ghostface x Reader- Final Girl

Frisky February Day 11 (Knives) with Jed Olsen (Ghostface)

Frisky February Day 17 (First-Time) with Jed Olsen (Ghostface)

Frisky February Day 27 (Roleplay) with Jed Olsen (Ghostface)

Slasher Headcanons with a s/o werewolf to the rescue

Jed Olsen (Ghostface) x Reader- Roleplay Part 2 The Aftermath

Ghostface (Jed Olsen) x Reader - Save me from me

Dead By Daylight Headcanons

Dead By Daylight Relationship Headcanons

Dead by Deadlight DDLG Kink

Slashers with a Goddess s/o

Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher- “No blood on carpets!”

Slashers with an aggressive vampire s/o

Yandere Slashers with a male s/o that managed to always escape them

Kinky December Day 24: Santa&Spanking with Ghostface/Jed Olsen

Kinky December Day 26: Knifeplay&Sugar with Ghostface/Jed Olsen

Ghostface (Jed Olsen) x Reader- Story for the Newspaper

Dead by Daylight: Ghostface aka Jed Olsen (Dirty Alphabet)

#ghostface #scream #billy loomis #Stu Macher #jed olsen #danny johnson #dbd #Dead by daylight #masterlist

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apollodarling-writes · 5 months

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yan! dbd ghostface (danny johnson) headcanons

cws: yandere themes, danny is a perv, non-consensual picture taking, stalking obv, slight nsfw themes but danny is just a freak, danny is a sadist, gore, danny makes out with your wounds, obsessive! danny, possessive! danny,

— yan! ghostface whose eye you catch in your first trial. you who are wide eyed, disoriented, and hyper-aware of your surroundings make easy prey.

— yan! ghostface who stalks you for awhile before approaching you, using your disbelief and naivety against you.

— yan! ghostface who explains your situation, portraying himself as a fellow survivor and guides you through the motions of the match before pressing his blade to your throat.

— yan! ghostface who smirks beneath his mask, watching as your eyes widen with fear and betrayal. he feels himself become aroused as your pretty optics glisten with tears, groaning as you beg for him to let you go.

— yan! ghostface who is stunned by a flashlight, feeling you wriggle free from his grip and sprint off like a frightened bunny.

— yan! ghostface who you are wary of in each match. he singles you out and taunts you, describing each horrific thing he’ll do to you once he gets his hands on you, finding that this little obsession of his is growing by the day.

— yan! ghostface who begins thinking about you even outside of trials. it started as wondering what he would do to you next, turning into lustful daydreams and palming himself at the thought of you.

— yan! ghostface who snaps polaroids of you while you do mundane things. assembling a medkit or toolbox, finding materials for offerings, talking to your fellow survivors…

— yan! ghostface who loathes the sight of you smiling at the others in the survivor camp. you belong to him. that smile of yours is reserved for him. your laugh is reserved for him.

— yan! ghostface who slowly feels those lustful feelings of his grow into something deeper. he finds himself thinking less and less about ways to kill you, and more about ways he could make you smile.

— yan! ghostface who, in your next trial with him, brings you the body of each survivor, dropping it in front of you much like a cat would gift its owner a dead mouse.

— yan! ghostface who corners you, sitting on your stomach and wrapping his fingers around your throat. he swiftly snaps a polaroid of this beautiful sight, crazed ramblings about how you’ve caught his attention leaving his lips.

— yan! ghostface who is amused at how quickly you’ve gained his interest, his favorite pastimes stalking you and leaving just enough of a trace for you to know he was there.

— yan! ghostface who finds it incredibly romantic to hold your hand while you bleed out beneath him, his mask lifted to show off the frenzied look in his eyes, blood dripping from his chin and onto your paling features.

— yan! ghostface who looooves to makeout with your stab wounds. he’s always sure to leave you for last, finding motivation in the fact that if he rids the trial of all other survivors, he can spend as much time with you as he pleases.

— yan! ghostface who coos at you as you beg for him to let you go… or to just end it already. a frown tugging at his lips as he feels his heart pang with the slightest of remorse. he quickly covers it up with a mocking sneer, telling you that you should be proud to bear his love in such a way. no one’s ever had it but you.

— yan! ghostface who singles out each person you talk to in their next trial with him, mercilessly slaughtering them as he tells them to stay the fuck away from you.

— yan! ghostface who somehow convinces the entity to let you spend some time with him on a random day, designating it as your new birthday. he’ll watch with interest as your shaky fingers grip the rusted fork, shoving the mediocre cake down your throat. he’s never seen a better sight.

— yan! ghostface who loooves everything about you <33

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apollodarling-writes · 5 days

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Babycakes can you pretty please write a male y/n x yan!ghostface where y/n doesn’t die in the end and lowkey falls in love 🤭 (also pretty please make ghostface a praiser 🙏🏽)

FAMOUS LAST WORDS

yan! dbd! ghostface x gen jockey! male! reader

cws : yandere themes, a bit of dry humping, praise, creampie, choking, rough sex, kinda ?? handjob (reader receiving), orgasm control, knife play, anal, pronebone, dubcon??? , mentions of public masturbation, thigh fucking, danny is a tease, refer cleans his blood off of the bowie so blood play but ingestion??? , cum eating i guess but the reader is made to clean up his cum from danny’s gloves.

the fog that hung between the trees was particularly thick this trial. the red forest was known for being hard to navigate in some areas due to the low lighting, and the natural fog scattered throughout the landscape was of no help either. you were unsure if one of the survivors offered the entity a bottle of murky reagent, but it had become harder to see than it already was. you suppose you couldn’t complain as it made you harder to track, and thus it was easier to hide.

your group had completed two generators without a single person being hooked. anxiety knotted your stomach as you mulled over what the killer was up to. was the killer waiting for your group to finish the generators and then camp the gates? were they watching from the shadows and getting some sort of sick pleasure from watching the lot of you squirm? the answer to these questions was beyond your reach, and you knew that all you could do was focus on the task at hand. if you struck the wires too early, you would blow up the generator and the killer would surely know your location if they didn’t already.

a chill runs the length of your spine, gooseflesh raising the hairs on your body. you stop repairing the generator for a moment, the feeling of being watched prevalent as your swivel your head to find the source of the gaze. you’d been in this realm long enough to abide by your instincts. your gaze flits through the trees, your heart thumping in your chest as you are unable locate the source. chalking it up to the quietness of the trial, you busy your hands with firing the wires of the generator, successfully sparking one portion. you sift through your toolbox, searching through old and rusted scraps for something to replace one of the broken parts.

a hand suddenly grips the back of your neck, hoisting you off the ground. a hand muffles your cry of protest, bending your front over the generator.

“shhh… just be quiet now, baby.” a muffled voice all but pants, their chest pressing against your back as they lean forward to whisper in your ear. “i’ve finally got you to myself….”

you recognize that voice — the ghostface. realization washes over you; the quietness of the trial, feeling watched, the lack of a terror radius…. it all made sense now. your tongue darts out to lick the leathery material of his gloved palm in a feeble attempt to get him to release you.

“be patient now,” the ghostface groans, “we’ll get there, pretty boy.”

the ghostface maneuvers his fingers to grip your wrists, pinning them behind your back while grinding his half-hard cock into the meat of your ass. you squirm at his touch, feeling disgusted at the desperate panting the man behind you let out.

“i know you’ve been thinking about this,” the masked man grunts, his breath hitching. “i’ve seen you fuck yourself in trials before — did’ya think i wouldn’t know?”

shame and embarrassment wash over you, a quiet whimper leaving your lips as a hand snakes around to palm you through your bottoms. “n—not here… please—“

“god, look at how cute you are,” the ghostface coos, his gloved hand slipping past your waistband and cupping your length. “keep begging like that and i won’t be able to control myself.”

“i’m not—“

“ah-ah, quiet now… don’t you wanna be good for me, baby?” he purrs, your hips bucking as his thumb brushes against your cockhead. ”mmm, so sensitive. i think im gonna have fun with you…”

the ghostface’s hand tugs down your pants, your protests going unheard as you hear his robes shift. his cock slides between your thighs — the intrusion unwelcome and unfamiliar.

“stop… i cant — we can’t… not here.” you panic, your gaze flitting through the areas you could see. god forbid any of the other survivors witness this and get the wrong idea. you’d be considered a fucking traitor. maybe they’d even think you were selling them out. or, shit, what if they thought you were slutting yourself out to survive?

“shut the fuck up,” he groans, his cock brushing against your shaft. “just sit there and look pretty for me, ‘kay?”

your mouth immediately closes, figuring it would be better to just let him have his way and hopefully all five gens will be done by the time he finishes. your body is tense with shame and guilt, your thighs clenched around the masked man’s length in an attempt to get him off faster.

the ghostface spits in his hand, wrapping his fingers around you again, and pumps you in time with each thrust. with each movement, you find yourself melting into his touch, biting your lip to keep yourself quiet. he was too good at this, and he fucking knew.

“y’like that, baby?” you could hear the smirk in his tone.

“fuck you.“ you grit out, hating that you were becoming aroused at such an invasive, disgusting act.

“oh, i plan to, little bunny.”

the masked man removes his hand just as you were on the cusp of your orgasm, a soft whine leaving your lips. your cockhead is flushed an angry red, beads of precum now smeared along your shaft. “why’d you—“

you suck in a breath as a finger slowly dips into your ass, curling into your g-spot. the feeling was foreign, and it hurt like a bitch, but fuck did it feel good. “yeah? just like that, pretty boy?”

he slowly pumps his finger, careful not to hurt you as he works up to another one; his fingers scissor and stretch, curling into your prostate. before you knew it, the man had gotten three fingers in you, your legs shaking and your whimpers increasing in volume as you come closer and closer to your climax.

“fuck — ‘m gonna cum.” you pant, your back arching as you try to fuck yourself on his fingers. through a lust-induced haze, you hear a faint chuckle before the sensation you crave eludes you. the ghostface removes his digits, your cock twitching and aching for release.

“oh, you poor thing. were you gonna cum?” the man murmurs teasingly, his own erection throbbing beneath the layers of his robes. he eagerly grips the back of your neck and ushers you on your stomach behind the generator, lifting his clothing just enough to carefully push inside of you.

“y’so fuckin’ tight..!” he hisses, releasing your wrists to press down on your lower back. your fingers find purchase in the dirt of the forest floor as the ghostface slowly thrusts into you, your gummy walls hugging the man’s cock so deliciously.

with each thrust, you found it harder and harder to control your volume. with the way the man had angled himself, the tip of his cock bumped against your g-spot damn near constantly. your stomach tightened as your release began to approach once more, desperate whimpers and whines leaving your lips as tears pricked your eyes.

“i’m gonna cum – ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum…” you whine, “please, i need more!”

the killer groans in ecstacy at your desperation, his cock twitching inside of you as one hand wraps around your throat, lifting you from the dirt. “gonna have to fuck you more often, yeah? youre doin’ so fuckin’ good for me, baby.”

his digits tighten around your throat, cutting off your air supply as your jaw slackens at the brutal pace. a gurgled moan parts your lips, your face growing red from the lack of oxygen. mercifully, he releases his grip on you, but is quick it with the cold steel of his bowie knife.

the ghostface snakes an arm around your midsection, pumping your cock in time with each mind-numbing thrust. you hold yourself up as the blade trails along your flesh, drawing thin lines of blood. it seemed that the man was getting off on the pain he inflicted, his thrust becoming harder, faster.

the blade trails up, pressing against your lips. “open up, baby. gotta clean up your mess.” the ghostface breathily groans, his thrusts growing sloppy.

your lips part, the blade resting on your tongue as your lips close around it. it tastes like iron, your own blood coating your tongue as your cock twitches in the killer’s fist. ropes of cum spill onto the leather of your assailant’s glove, a long moan erupting from your throat as your vision blurs with tears. your hips buck into his grasp, the killer never once stopping. your mind melts into a delicious quiet, the only thing you’re able to focus on is how fucking good it feels.

“fuck — you feel so fucking good, bunny.” he groans, sheathing his blade and replacing it with the cum stained leather. “be a good boy and clean off my glove, yeah?”

the killer pants as you mindlessly obey his order, the bitter taste seemingly only serving to arouse you further. you lap at the cum on his glove while the killer fucks into you with fervor, breathy groans leaving him as the chill of his mask presses into your shoulder. the ghostface weakly thrusts into you as his climax washes over him. his cock twitches inside of you, cum painting your insides as he slowly comes down from his high.

the man is quick to fix his attire as the exit gate sounds, leaving you breathless as cum drips down your thighs, the scent of dirt and sex staining your clothing. with shaky legs, you pull up your bottoms and quietly mull over what just happened as you make your way to the exit gate on the opposite side of the map.

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dominantslasherking · 2 years

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Power bottom Danny Johnson 👀

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen with Dominant Slasher!Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

"Running won't get you farrr!~" Ghostface purred out to the running survivor, the survivor suddenly slammed into a hard surface, which was your chest, you towered over the survivor and gripped her by her shoulders.

"Told you!" He laughed plunging his knife into the survivor's chest as she screamed out in pain. Danny watched as you carelessly let the dead body flop onto the floor.

"(Name) Right? I really haven't introduced myself I'm Ghostface, but you can call me Danny or Jed, hot stuff." He gave a little wave in front of your face, as he looked up at you.

"Hello..." Your quiet voice echoed into his ears, "Wow~ Nice voice, it's pretty deep, I'd say I'm jealous!" Danny pouted under his mask.

Danny observed you and then looked at the disappearing body, "Typically other killers wouldn't think twice about stealing my kills..." If you could see Danny's smile under his mask it would rival the Cheshire cat.

"I like you." Danny laughed as he suddenly clung to your shoulder, "You seem very strong too....hmm, would you like to help me catch other survivors?" Danny watched as you nodded your head

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Currently resting, at the killer's base was normal, typically a lot of other slashers would interact with you, but not as much as Danny aka Ghostface would hang around you and interact.

It's also quite obvious of his attraction towards you these past weeks, he would get extremely jealous and possessive when a slasher got too close he would then act like nothing happened and go back to shamelessly flirting with you. He would also go out of his way, to make sure he was your only partner when you went out hunting.

"Hey, (Name?)" Danny questioned, twirling his knife around, "We are madly in love right?" He slowly slipped his mask off revealing his handsome features. Danny ruffled his black messy hair and stared at you with his black eyes.

"Kidding, Kidding---Unless you don't want me to be?" Danny quickly rushed over to you and slipped off your own mask. "Ah~ I knew you were a handsome one!"

Danny traced your lips, with his thumb as he suddenly jumped up, and wrapped his legs around your waist, his hands resting on your shoulders as he brought you into a sloppy and messy kiss.

Breaking out of the kiss, he caught his breath and started to laugh, "You know, I've actually admired you for a long time, so when you helped me catch the stupid survivor I think I was high with happiness." He confessed, knowing that you were a very quiet killer, but he didn't expect you to respond.

"Cute..." You whispered in his ear, causing him to flare up in arousal knowing that he wanted you to devour him whole, even if he had to take the lead.

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