#dbd x female reader

[diejager]

Can u do pyramid head fucking n overstimulating reader in a headlock?

Like his arms are fucking massive so imagine how good it’d feel to have one around your throat while he absolutely rails you😭

Headlock Cw: smut, overstimulation, creampie, headlock, tell me if I missed any.

You struggled against him, nails digging into his arm forearm, wailing out in pure bliss. You jerked forward with every hard thrust of Pyramid Head’s thick cock, his bulbous head ramming against your spongy cervix. He held you still, his strong arm curving over your neck with a vice. He never faltered even as he drove in and out of you, standing still on two muscle-bound legs that you doubted would buckle under his fast and rough pace.

The veins that ran from the base, over the fat middle of his cock and to the tip felt heavenly with the slight curve upwards, rubbing your spongy walls. You rolled your hips, legs kicking wildly under you while you squirmed, crying out for him for something. You didn’t know anymore, one second you’d be craving his cock, drooling and moaning for more, and the other second, you’d beg for him to stop, plead your case from your soft and tender cunt.

Your cunt pulsed, a loud beat that echoed in your head, it throbbed with a striking warmth, almost painful but never hurting. You came one too many times, slick dripping down heavy balls and his sculpted thighs. He proudly growled in your ear, hips slapping against your ass with loud, wet sounds. He revelled in your cries and mewls, your begging only egged him on to fuck you.

“Please! T-too much!”

He loved the sound of your voice, the high squeaks and your broken voice. You were his drug, something he couldn’t get enough of. It left him wanting and wanting, there was always more he wanted to have. The difference between you both was something he salivated at, that made his cock grow hard and leaky, your soft and round limbs, your shorter stature and your weaker strength. It played on his instincts, it attracted him to the more vulnerable.

His chest rumbled with a soothing growl, still thrusting with an erratic pace and a throbbing cock. He breathed out in short puffs, arm tightening around you as fast as your walls tightened around him, milking him for all his worth for a third time. His balls contracted, his body shaking as he came, slamming into you even as his tip spurted cum, painting your warm walls white with monstrous cum.

You shook, body trembling in his arms, gasping for air as you rode your nth climax, loosing count of the number of times Pyramid Head made you come on his fingers, his tongue and his cock. You couldn’t feel your legs, the loud beat in your ears deafening you to the world and you monstrous lover.

“Are- are we done?”

#x reader #dbd smut #dbd imagines #dbd fanfic #pyramid head dbd #pyramid head x reader smut #pyramid head smut #pyramid head x reader #pyramid head #pyramid head x you #dbd x female reader #dbd x reader smut #dbd x reader #dead by daylight smut #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight pyramid head #x fem!reader #female!reader #fem!reader

[gojosprettyprincess]

I CANNOT stop thinking about getting pounded by pyramid head against the wall, the only thing keeping you still against it so you don't fall is his big strong hand choking your neck soo tight that you could barely even breathe while your leg is wrapped around his hips and he's pistoling his fat veiny cock so deep inside of you with every single hard thrust, his tip kissing your cervix and exploring your tight walls with every rut of his hips against you, oh and it's big, it's long and so fucking thick it stretches your cunt so wide and open around him. He fucking ruins you and obliterates your poor little hole for anyone else that's gonna have you next so the only thing that your cunt would be useful and good for is his cock and his cock only, that's how much he stretches you and craves your hole, into a perfect match for his girth.

You're moaning and screaming but what's the point? It's not like anyone can hear you, you shouldn't never let your curiosity get the best of you because who knows? Maybe no one is ever gonna see you again because he's gonna keep you there with him and fuck you and use your (his) tight hole whenever he fucking wants and feels like it to please himself, your his little plaything now, his little cum dump to fuck and fill with his load over and over again.

#WHY IS HE SO BEEFY? #LIKE OMG HE'S SO FUCKJNF HUGE #silent hill #silent hill smut #pyramid head #pyramid head smut #silent hill pyramid head #dead by daylight #dead by daylight smut #Dbd #dbd smut #dbd pyramid head #dbd pyramid head smut #dbd x reader #dbd x female reader #slasher smut #slasher x reader #pyramid head dbd #dbd fanart #dbd killer #dbd imagines #dbd ghostface #ghostface smut #dbd ghostface smut #mask kink #mask men

[pixestck]

The Knight HCS; what would he be like in a relationship? ༊*·˚

Tarhos Kovács , NSFW hcs & SFW

┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

ღ; Tarhos really dosen’t feel the need to love or be in relationships. He doesn’t have the time nor does he really care. Most likely you would be a ‘pet’ or a ‘plaything’ for him, satisfying his needs and then being thrown away until he needs you again.

ღ; Really intoxicating, really. He’s like a drug to you, fucking you in just the right spots and always sweeting you to come back— or getting his guards to find you. (🫣)

ღ; if you realllyy wanna get him going, continue messing generators up, spamming lockers to alert him or just hog ride him. Don’t allow him to get hooks, block the other survivors from him. Once everyone’s been downed besides you, you should wish yourself luck. Tarhos is ruthless, he will not put up with intolerant brat behavior. If he needs to, he will call his guards to fuck you silly until you learn your lesson.

ღ; ceo of taming brats. Cannot change my mind. Even if you look at him funny he’ll slap you silly. Every moment he’s asserting his dominance over you and letting you know he could knock you over in one little tap if he wanted.

ღ; will bend you in all sorts of positions, reaaally tests your bodies limits. Fucks you into lockers, etc. bending you over used pallets and taking you from the front as one of his guards takes your behind.

ღ; Getting to close to finishing a gen? Cool. He destroys it and spawns either Alejandro, Durkos, or Sander to go after you while both him and one of his minions double team you into fear.

ღ; If you’ve been teasing him with generators all game, he’ll down you and fuck you right infront of the gen, preferably he loves to make you get it towards 98-99% until he fucks you and then breaks it just for funzies.

ღ; not the best at aftercare, (sorry luvies) he makes sure your okay before either leaving you to bleed out or hooking you;, if you’ve pissed him off badly that trial. He’s never really been in relationships long enough to know what aftercare is, he just knows sex and that’s it.

—- calmer stuff

ღ; unironically loves fruits, idk he looks like he would eat fruit on a daily basis ( 😔 )

ღ; probably smells like a mossy cemetery that’s been locked up for centuries because of ghosts haunting it and people never returning out of it, them foggy cemeteries.

ღ; Dosent know his abcs

#dead by daylight #dbd killer #dbd x reader #dbd x you #dbd x male reader #dbd x female Reader #female reader #male reader #gender nuetral reader #dbd #dbd knight #the knight #dbd the knight

[cinnamoon-roll2]

The Famished Doctor and Their Devoted Ghost

Danny takes on a new murder case for the Roseville Gazette that people presume is his, but he's never taken the organs of his victims. His curiosity gnaws at him, he needs to know who is this new homicidal partner he shares the town with, and who is this new girl that's making him doubt about his future plans.

Chapter 1: Welcome to the doctor’s practice

Chapter summary: After escaping the disaster her last fake life in Texas left, Dr. Famine decides to take her life into the beautiful sun state of Florida, where she finds lots of new and interesting things that take her life upside down, thanks to a little mistake she made on a crime scene.

Chapter Trigger Warnings: explicit mention of cannibalism, explicit mention of murder, explicit mention of violence, reader and Danny have real fucked up minds and so are their thoughts.

Wc: 5,05K

AO3 Link

Ah, Florida, what a wonderful place, don't you think? The place where you need to put a bloody fence to keep crocodiles and snakes out of your yard. During the summer, the temperatures can be hellish, still there is a bit of wind for relief.

She sighed as she felt her thighs stick to her leather seat, it sucked, which is why she hated summer. She was thankful she had bought a house with air conditioning, otherwise she swore on her life she would have killed herself if she could not find a house with one.

She felt sure that everything was going to go better than it had in Texas, the only positive thing she was taking with her, were the fewer rations that would last her for at least three weeks. She always saved the best for last, which is why she had a liver, a lung, and a heart in her little ice chest.

Her eyes focused on the welcome sign of his new home, "Welcome to Roseville, population 17,500", so many people to meet and eat, she hoped she could hack into the clinic's system so she could meet them all. She was starting to salivate just imagining the variety of cuts she could get out of everyone she chose.

She should not act until she had been in the city for at least a month, it would be suspicious if the murders started with her arrival. Although she had heard that other murders had happened before in that city, they had stopped about a couple of weeks ago, when it was common for the killer to strike for his pause between victims.

She had not heard much about who this killer was, she only knew the nickname the press had given him, "Ghostface", for her taste it was perfect, something simple and catchy to be remembered easily. Still, it wasn't as good as hers, "Dr. Famine", she wasn't a doctor, she was a nurse, thanks to her family's sexism. A simple nurse would not have been able to rip out the heart of the bastard father who destroyed her dreams, right.

She changed her identity from city to city, from state to state, she never repeated the same name, sometimes she stole the surname of her victims, from where she got her false papers, she easily sold one of her rations to a friend and he got them for her, an excellent advantage of her cannibalism.

Now she would be the innocent nurse Luna Graham, a girl with a big heart who dedicates her life to saving whoever she can, inspired by the loss of her grandmother with cancer. Timid, quiet, who you would least suspect of being a ruthless killer.

An easy role to play in the eyes of others, she might miss being able to smoke her herbal ciggies, though it was not something that went with the character. 

She came out of her train of thought as she neared her new home, it was hard to find a house that met her expectations except this one was perfect. It had two floors, an attic and basement, a guest room, and the master bedroom, it had just ten windows throughout the structure, it gave her a perfect view of her surroundings. The garage was spacious enough for two cars. What she was looking forward to most was the time to decorate the basement, she had made sure herself that it would be possible to install her semi-industrial refrigerator for her provisions, some of her butchering tools and maybe a wall of her achievements.

She hoped her new neighbours wouldn't bother her. She smiled slightly at the sight of children playing in a nearby front yard, families in a neighbourhood were a good confidence builder when she sought to attract people to her dwelling. 

She parked her car in the driveway, took out the keys of the front door and started walking to it. This was a whole fresh start, a fresh start to the consults of Dr. Famine.

The doctor's practice has been opened; it is time to amaze the public.

It was the Thursday of her fourth week in Roseville. Those three weeks, that were behind this one, were the most tiring days that Fanny had ever lived to this day, the people on the clinic were the most terrible human beings that she'd ever seen, no I want this, no I want that, for the love of the blood unique hell, how indecisive and horrendous people can be. 

Her patience was strong for not snapping at them, the on event that could be saved from those weeks was to meet some co-workers of her. One of them is named Lori, she has brown hair with golden rays on it, she is of child-bearing age, she is attractive. Unfortunately, she has a small, tiny flaw, she never stopped talking about herself, she took advantage of Luna's false personality to use her as Igor, Luny do this for me, Luny please go attend this patient for me.

Definitely, she is going to eat as her meal or as a way of paying, she swears on Hannibal bloody Lecter she is going to do something unforgivable. That week she took the shift of the psychiatric ward. She loved working there, she had made many friends there, one of them being the famous Laurie Jackson, a 30-year-old woman who had Alzheimer, she is lovely. It was a shame her family just let her in the clinic and forget completely about her. 

She hated people like that, people who would forget about their own blood, who would abandon everybody if they became burdens to them, she told herself it would not be a surprise if someone of Laurie's family appeared dead. She swallowed all her violent thoughts; there was no time to have them. Now, because of her schedule, it was her turn to go round the rooms of all the patients they had now.

She kept her fake smile on as she walked through the corridors, greeting anyone she came across, she was beginning to think that keeping that role would be very tiring if she wanted to stay in that city for a long time. 

When she reached the doctors' offices, she found something very curious, a recurring patient David Winchester, was shouting to Dr. Marcher about how a ghost was haunting him, he feared for his life, someone or something was seriously going to hurt him. Dr. Marcher did not pay much attention to him, it was not the first time he came with such statements, and they ended up being just hallucinations of his borderline personality disorder, it was an uncommon symptom even though he had it.

"Excuse me doctor, do you need any help with this patient?" She asked with that tone so unnatural for her, sweet, soft, and innocent, all things she was not.

"No, no thank you Miss Graham, I think Mr. Winchester will be leaving before I had to call security, right?" Dr. Marcher mumbled as he pointed out the exit to David, she did not want to admit it, then again, she hated the way that doctor behaved sometimes.

The young man had no choice but to do as Marcher had ordered, he walked away crestfallen, Fanny felt sorry for him, he had a terrible doctor in charge of him. "Are you sure it was nothing serious that worried Mr. Winchester, he seemed very uneasy?" Her gaze was still on the door where the man had left a few seconds ago.

"Something routine, nothing to worry about Miss Graham." He said nonchalantly smiling as he looked at her face, which was nothing to like, that smile meant he was going to flirt something that disgusted her. "Now that I remember, dear Miss Graham, it has been days since I have seen you in this area of the clinic, to what do I owe this honour of seeing your beautiful face in these parts."

Inwardly she wanted to strangle him until she wiped off that smile and then eat that womanizer's heart. "Um... The head nurse, Miss Roberts, said this floor was understaffed today, and... and she assigned me here today." She replied awkwardly, now her urge to kill him increased, however, she had to keep Luna in character, so she just replied avoiding in every way to continue in that flirtation the Marcher was throwing at her.

"Then I should thank Casey for giving me such a good view today." He smiled taking Fanny's hand. The woman was wishing to bite him in the jugular and make him shut up, right now she wished Casey would suffer a huge disgrace that day for giving her this shift.

As soon as she opened her mouth, she was interrupted by the speakers announcing that her presence was needed in the emergency room, she did not believe there was a god, yet at that moment she was grateful. She excused herself to escape the awkward situation to see what was needed of her, when she arrived, she saw the head nurse, Casey Roberts.

She was smiling as she chatted with a man who was in his early thirties, he had neatly combed brown hair, brown eyes, she noticed that he must have a contact lens in his left eye, it was just speculation, he had reading glasses in his button-down shirt pocket. If she had to speculate his height, he was close to 193 cm (6'3 ft) tall, beating her by almost 20 cm (7'8 in).

She took a big breath before approaching the reception desk fully, she created a shy smile on her lips before approaching both people.

"It's a pleasure to welcome you here today Mr. Olsen, you hardly ever see journalists as dedicated as you in this city." She heard Casey say, she had a partner and yet she was flirting with the visiting journalist, still who was she to judge.

"It's no big deal I'm just doing the bare minimum of my job, speaking of work, you said you were bringing a co-worker of yours to guide me to Director Ramirez's office for his interview." Olsen replied with a big grin, first mistake on his part if he wanted Fanny to like him, he had a gigantic ego by the looks of it.

"Am... That should be me... This is what you need me for Miss Roberts" She finally spoke, she noticed how Olsen looked her up and down, she could swear she felt a predatory look in those eyes, one similar to the one she had.

"Yes, Luna dear, I need you to guide Mr. Jed Olsen, to the director, could you help me with that, sweetheart." Casey ordered her in a sweet tone with her gaze set on Olsen's handsome face, his name sounded horrible, who in their right mind would call a boy Jed, in her words he had more of a Daniel face.

She just nodded at the words, to turn her gaze back to Olsen, who was still wearing his flirtatious grin. "Uh.... Please follow me Mr. Olsen." She said softly as she looked down at the ground, that grin was making her uncomfortable.

Jed said yes and they both started to head towards the clinic director's office, on the way he kept feeling that brown gaze analyzing his every step, the silence between them was becoming extremely uncomfortable and tense.

"Seems I didn't hear your name very well missy." Jed said as he watched her play with the rings of her hand, with her gaze he looked like a lion watching his prey before devouring it.

She twirled the ring of her little finger one more time before speaking to him. "The name's Luna Graham, sorry for not introducing myself, I'm not very good at social interactions." She listened as he whispered her name, as if playing with it to memorize it the best.

"Well, are you new in town, because I've never heard of you, Miss Luna." His eyes hit right into hers; he was seeing if she lied to him or not, two could play at that game.

"You're right, Mr. Olsen, this is my first month in town, I was transferred from a charity hospital in Texas." She replied calmly as they continued their way, at the moment she disliked feeling the stares from everyone for accompanying Mr. Olsen, from what she had heard he was the acclaimed journalist who was dedicated to Ghostface homicide cases, so far there had been five within two and a half months.

"Oh, in that case may you be welcome in our cosy little town." He replied softly, widening that smile he had had for a while now. "Have you heard about the Ghostface cases?" He asked directing her full attention to whatever he was going to say about it.

She had heard truly little, just enough to know that she had to be careful who she chose for dinner she did not want to take a victim away from the other assassin. She thought her answer, she had to sound innocent and terrified so as not to show the growing admiration within her.

"I've only heard that he has more than 5 victims here in town, and I've heard that they recommend being very careful." She replied fiddling with her rings, she had to show discomfort in front of him. "I haven't read or heard anything else about him, really all that crime stuff scares me, I don't like it at all." She made her voice start to lower to a whisper, she hoped that with that he would understand her discomfort with that subject.

"If you really wanted to finally inform yourself of the truth of this Ghostface's actions, my articles are available to you, miss." That ego-filled face disgusted her, the way he finished talking to her to prove how good he was.

To her luck she had finally arrived at Ramirez's office, she mentally celebrated that she could finally get away from that man. "Looks like we've reached our destination, Mr. Olsen, it was a pleasure to have helped you. She felt Jed take his gaze from her person after a long time to direct it at the director's titled door.

"Likewise, dear Miss Graham, I hope to see you again another time." Jed added taking her hand to kiss the back of it, and people said chivalry is dead. "Next time we meet, call me Jed, please, Missy". With this he took his leave of her, it left a bad taste in her mouth to hear that he hoped to meet her again sometime, she was now interested in this so famous Jed Olsen.

Her sixth week in Roseville had finally arrived, and she was already sure who was going to be her first supply in town. She was a woman named Gloria Rojas, 26 years old, she lived in the suburbs, he had met her when she came in for her annual mammogram at the clinic, he had made sure she had an almost blank history of illicit substances, in her medical report she had reported that she only drank once in a while and went out with her friends on a monthly basis.

Since last Tuesday he had been following and stalking her, he had learned every detail of her routine and her flat. It was a simple studio, only had three windows, one in the bathroom, one in the kitchen and the one he planned to be her entrance, it was right on the fire escape, an easy in and out.

On Sunday, her day off from clinic shifts, she had followed her to work where she noticed Gloria stealing funds from the shop where she worked, something that upset Fanny very much, she took many notes on how Gloria frequented many men, she did not judge that a woman would want to work as a servant sex, the negative of this fact was that it made it more difficult for her to have a perfect time to perform. Gloria frequented a mediocre journalist from the Roseville Gazette, which reminded her that luckily, she had yet to meet Jed Olsen anywhere.

Although she had met him on paper, on Saturday of the previous week, two days after David Winchester had again gone to the hospital for help about his constant paranoia that he was being stalked, it turned out that it was not just hallucinations. In the end he was being stalked by Ghostface, she had heard from rumours in the corridors that the clinic was grateful that no one knew they were aware of this and did nothing, as usual the higher-ups and their hypocrisy. 

David had been the 6th victim of this killer, Olsen did a recap of each victim in his article, something that gave her a little idea of what kind of targets Ghostface targeted, young, loners, their homes had many weak points, unsecured windows, quick access places, by Olsen's speculation, he said the criminal had to follow his victims for a while, therefore the two weeks pause between murders.

Their modus operandi was similar, to stalk, work in silence and leave something behind to affirm that they were the ones who committed these acts. The masked man would leave polaroid of himself with his victims, she would occasionally leave a business card with a fake number that she gave to an answering machine that always said the same message.

Again, she was letting her mind wander instead of focusing on what she was going to do that Sunday night, her car was parked half a block from Gloria's flat, she was already wearing her new suit, a long black trench coat, she put a mini hoodie over it, cargo trousers, they had extra pockets that helped her store things for emergencies, his combat boots, which had an extra steel toe cap that gave very good punches. For her face she wore a balaclava to hide everything excluding her blue eyes, her hair was tucked under that cloth, in front of the balaclava she wore the mask that she loved with all her heart like the one they used during the times of the black plague, The Raven Mask. (She followed the tradition of placing aromatic herbs on the tip of her beak, in her words the metallic smell of blood made her sick from time to time).

That night she had planned to devote to committing the art of human butchery, she carried with her the jars in which to place the goods she would get that night together with the cooler where they would be put. She took his black latex gloves; it was time for her to start walking to Gloria's flat.

It took her ten minutes to get there and climb the fire stairs to the fourth floor where the woman lived, the window was unlocked, perfect, she could hear from outside the pop music that Gloria listened to while she was doing her skin care routine, more than once she had received complaints from her neighbours because of the volume of the music, something perfect to hide her presence. 

She crept open the window and entered the room, checked the cocktail of drugs she normally used on her victims, doxacurium chloride and atracurium, two drugs that disconnected the muscles of the brain, leaving her victims as easy dolls to manipulate to her liking, she took notes of the mess the woman had in the room, kept thinking how ironic it was that Gloria's routine would end up killing her that very night.

Keeping her way in stealth, until she reached the living room of the flat where she watched the woman dance around singing those pop songs she liked, she saw that she also had a glass of wine placed on the living room table, too bad it was going to be wasted. She continued to stand behind her, put her non-dominant hand on Gloria's mouth and her dominant hand was grabbing her jaw, giving her no time to react. She delivered a punch to the underside of her jaw by her ear, from experience it would cut off the circulation to her brain causing a knockout.

As she was about to give her a second punch or pull the syringe out at once, she noticed how the woman's body began to soften in her arms, she proceeded to lower her down onto the couch in the living room. After checking that the woman's heart rate was relaxed and low, she began to take out the instruments she would use for her task, her scalpel, her scissors, autopsy shears, with which she planned to break the woman's sternum, she planned to take several organs from her. Fearing that when she started the "surgery" she would wake up and put up a fight, he proceeded to inject both drugs into her bloodstream. 

She removed her shirt to see her skin. She began cutting from the sternum down, as you would normally do with a deer, cut through the soft tissues and what little fat she had stored, used the shears to break her entrance into the chest cavity, and extracted everything she needed to have few weeks of peace.

She transported the organs to the jars titled with the names, left them in the cooler, searched in her pockets for the hunting knife she used to finish her work, cut Gloria's throat, the little blood that had been stored in her veins came out, something she poured into a small glass, it was going to be useful. She took her needles and began to mend the body of the deceased, she closed the section of her torso, she closed her throat, she rearranged her clothes, she wanted to make it look as if she had fallen asleep after a night dedicated to herself. She began to tidy up the scene, turned off the woman's music, took her tool kit and began to pack them into it. She finally pulled out her business card, it read:

"Famine Mori, M.D +1 305 XXX-XXXX."

She hoped the police would be stupid enough to call and get the fake secretary she had designated on that answering machine; it said in that mocking British accent that the doctor was busy and that as soon as she did not have people to kill, she would be with them. She heard the floor of the flat being pounded on, fearfully grabbed her things without leaving her card and retreated through the same window, closing it as if she had never been in the room.

Monday, funking Monday, he hated the beginning of the week. Especially when the office sent him to a crime scene all at once, not letting him enjoy his morning coffee, and worsening everything they said it could be a case of Ghostface, that number one how would he have attacked someone if he was just starting the stalking of his new target, and number two who will be that damned son of the great whore who is impersonating him, in case he finds them he swears on all the dark roast coffee on the planet that he will kill them in the worst way. 

He was now in the suburban flat block that was 15 minutes from the gazette, the authorities were already there, from afar he saw Turner, a coroner who was giving him information in exchange for some drinks in the bar that was near the police station. He presented his credentials and they let him with an officer who would follow him to the scene, he hated these cheap flats that did not have elevators, he would have to go up four fucking floors just to see a corpse that was not even his. More than a thousand curses replayed in his head as he climbed each step. When he finally reached the flat, the new victim, he learned that she was a 26-year-old woman of Hispanic descent from information that had been leaked at early hours today.

He saw the yellow tape typical of crime scenes, and in the doorway were Detectives Martinez and Crawford, both of whom changed their countenances when they noticed Olsen was on the scene. He nodded to them and let the accompanying officer usher him into the scene. He noted that there was almost no blood or signs of a struggle, whoever worked here must have been experienced in their own M.O. He saw a couple of examiners taking pictures of where the body was, lying peacefully on the couch. Now he confirmed that it could not be a copycat of his, he liked to leave his victims posed, to reflect the evil intentions hidden inside them. He took two quick photos of the body and the general scene, he went out to talk to the detectives, he wanted to get more clues as to who this new artist was.

"Olsen, the raven from the Roseville Gazette, now that information you want to squeeze out of us" Martinez commented mockingly looking at his face, of the pair he detested Olsen the most, he felt he was only causing more trouble instead of helping the city.

"I'm offended that you think every time I come to talk to you it's for information, Martinez." Jed pretended to be offended by her words by dramatically placing his firsthand his chest. "I can't talk calmly to the detectives who are in charge of this city's decade-long case."

Martinez was about to reply aggressively if Crawford had not stopped him and whispered something in his ear, "Get to the point you need from us today." Crawford said, tired of the frequent clashes between the journalist and his colleague. Jed asked the questions he needed to ask, who they suspected, if it was a case of not just Ghostface, if not who might have committed this act, if it meant that the serial killer's violence had escalated. Questions about how they were following up on leads and the progress of the investigation.

On the way out he waved to Turner as he headed for his car, that day he had gotten an answer he did not even know he should be looking for, now he wanted to know who this new killer in town was. It was going to be on his list of priorities along with investigating the new nurse at the clinic, she was cute and looked so innocent that he could already imagine the headlines he would write, young and innocent woman perishes in the hands of the shady Ghostface. It was going to be one of his best stories.

Back in the office, he reported to his boss about what he had found at the new crime scene and presented his theories that it couldn't be Ghostface, otherwise a new killer, which were rejected by his boss, if they talked about a new killer it wouldn't appeal to people, people would think it was a minor event, although if it was a recurring one, they would be more morbid to read about the new evil he did against the people of this city.

He kept arguing with his boss about why if it did not match Ghostface's crimes at all he would attribute it to him. His stubbornness made his boss cede he simply ordered to add Ghostface to get the readers' attention. As he returned to his own office he smiled hugely, he had beaten his fat boss again, he started his desktop computer, and it was time to put his artist's heart and soul into the words of this new article.

Roseville diary entry 15.

Today I went to witness a curious event, it seems I am going to share this city with another killer, not a normal one, Turner gave me the tip that the victim was missing the organs that are normally eaten from animals, the stomach, heart, lungs, kidneys, liver, plus half a liter of blood that had been extracted from her neck. This maniac is making me overly excited; I would love to collaborate with him, the things we could both achieve.

In other news, after killing David Winchester, I am still looking for a new victim unfortunately I have been going through a murderous block, I have tried to take inspiration from the slasher movies I have in my collection, nevertheless none have managed to give me that spark, only that new girl at the clinic, I could do amazing things with her death, she was giving me some inspiration for my next victim.

Casey Roberts, she was engaged yet still trying to flirt with anyone who passed her by, her fiancé knew nothing about it, it would be amazing to kill her with one of her lovers, it would be like I had done justice for Casey's poor deluded man.

After Casey, I might go after Luna Graham, that nurse with the shy blue eyes, although something inside me tells me she was hiding something big because of the way she acted with me on Thursday when I went to interview the director. The darker what she is hiding from everyone, the better the plot twist her article would have.

From what I know so far, Luna is very loved by the patients and workers at the clinic, she is like an angel to them, many other nurses take advantage of her sweet heart to ask her for many favors, I managed to get it out of Casey that her best friend Lori, is the one who bothers the sweet honey blonde haired girl the most, she even told me that she has even made Luna work her shift without her knowing.

I could even frame Luna or Lori for the murder of the other. No, no that would be a lot more work, something I do not want to do now. At this moment I must focus on just following Casey and choosing which of his little toys I am going to leave her slit her throat next to him wherever they meet.

#danny johnson x reader #dbd x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface dead by daylight #dead by daylight ghostface #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson #ghostface dbd #dbd ghostface #slasher x reader #slashers #ghostface x you #ghostface scream #dbd fanfic #dbd x female reader #dbd x you #dbd danny johnson

[qtipcottonbuds]

𝙒𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙎

so I did it 😲  >:D i dont know what happened soz xoxoxoxo v short though

warnings ;; solo, masturbation, mild language, home invasion (sort of?), stalking, fearplay, theft etc

by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.

𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;

“Danny? Danny…? Is everything okay? Danny…?”

The phone is gradually sliding out of his grasp, hand slack; his thumb hovering over the button to end the call, eventually clicking the call off, the mobile slipping atop the duvet. He’s hooked on the scent, obsessed, his other hand wound tightly around the now damp fabric wrapped around his cock, smearing glossy strands of pre-cum across the insides of the (your) underwear.

He’s tempted to ring you up once more - to hear that obliviousness so evident in your tone, the way you phrase, say, his name. 

(Danny? Hello…?)

He’s hooking his thumb just short of his glans, massaging the slit, urging more pre-cum to seep out, coating the underside of his cock. Maybe if he dialled your number up again, you’d possibly sound more concerned. Or dismiss the whole situation entirely. A mistaken phone call. Everyone makes mistakes.

Completely unaware of the way he’d positioned himself, slouched, thighs spread and jeans unbuckled to ease the strain; hips jerking each time he’d drag the material from his cockhead, slick strands attached to the fabric with each tug, and instead repositioning his glans directly against the seams of where your own sex would lay in the underwear. 

A marking. An offering. 

He’d return them. Of course he would. Promise. Pinky promise. Surprises are his strong suit.

He’d like to think he’d be able to leave them in the state they were in once he’d finished, but that would be too much (too soon). He needed to take it slow. Unhurried. Naturally, he’d save a picture for himself, unedited, but for the meanwhile he was all too aware that he’d eventually have to clean them properly, fold them back up and tuck them away into the little drawer you had in your bedroom.

(Danny? Are you there? You’re worrying me-)

It’s coating the in-betweens of his fingers, dirtying the underneath of his nails as his thrusts become more sloppier, less coordinated. You, none the wiser, sliding your freshly washed underwear back on, still faintly marked with blurts of pre-cum along the inside - there’s so much of it. Too much. Maybe you’d slip them back on whilst they were still damp with juices, wetting your inner thighs, squelching from the motion-

You wouldn’t mind if he kept them for a short while longer, would you? 

#DBD Ghostface #ghostface #danny johnson #jed olsen #dead by daylight #dead by daylight ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface x gender neutral reader #ghostface x female reader #ghostface x male reader #x gender neutral reader #x reader #x female reader #x male reader #dbd x gender neutral reader #dbd x reader #dbd x male reader #dbd x female reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral character #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral insert

[angelltheninth]

Pyramid Head Chases You Down and Fills You Up

Pairing: Pyramid Head x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, fear play, cnc roleplay, size kink, clothes tearing, rough sex, growling, creampie, breeding kink, no talking for Pyramid Head

A/N: It's the spooky month so it seems like a good time to write about my favorite DBD man.

How the fuck did you get into this mess? Where were you and why were you being chased by a really tall, really muscular man with a pyramid on his head? It was weird but every time he approached he seemed a little more on the edge of something. You didn't know what bit it made you want to both run and drop down to your knees.

You hid behind a barrel, barely big enough to hide your body as the sound of heavy breathing and heavy footsteps got closer and closer. He got closer. His sword dragged behind him, slicing a trail through the dirt. His strength must be great to be able to hold that sword. Handling you would be all to easy for him. Or pushing the barrel out of the way to get to you. "Motherf- really? How did you find me?!" You jumped away only to be grabbed by the leg and pulled to the ground underneath him with a hard thud. His head tilted from side to side and up and down, scanning your body.

For a man so rough around the edges his hands moved with precision over your body, his sword within arms reach but you knew you couldn't use it against him. With his head covered you could do little to fight him as he lifted your shirt up, taking your bra with it.

"Wai-!" Strong hips made room between your legs for his cock, his pants pulled down to his ankles and apron torn off his muscular chest, his cock glistening with pre-cum. "Is that supposed to go inside me? Are you insane?!" All you got was a grunt in response, followed by the sound of more clothes ripping and your surprised yelp as a thick finger pushed inside of you. "Stop, I'm not... ready for..."

He didn't seem to care about your protests, only for your moans and the warmth of the drooling pussy around his finger. Fuck, how could getting chased, pinned and manhandled by this man, this monster feel so good that it made your toes curl? It was all kinds of wrong, you should be thinking about escape not how his finger feels inside of you.

It was wrong, perverted, it made you question if it had really been so long since you've gone without a cock that you're willing to take his? Your pussy seemed to think so but your mind said no.

"Please, please let me go. I don't even know where I..." Your eyes widened in fear as he pulled his hand away, his fingers covered with the sticky evidence of your arousal and lust. The broad head of his cock pushed against your entrance, he grunted once in frustrating, both of you thinking the same thing: he was way too big. "Wait, seriously, I'm not on birth control! If you do that I might get pregnant!"

As if that was his trigger word to push his big fat cock all the way in with zero warning. Your eyes rolled back as he ripped an orgasm out of you, your slutty body reacting to his cock. "Mmmmn." He snarled as your pussy tightened up around him, your legs pushed to your shoulders, body folded in half, pussy getting dicked down for you to see. You could only imagine the smile he had on his face as he broke you down with his cock.

Was he gonna stop? No, not a chance, he had too much cum to give and you just so happened to be the only thing around that could take it. And no one would be around to hear your screams of terror and pleasure, no one but him.

#pyramid head #dbd x you #pyramid head smut #pyramid head dbd #pyramid head x reader #female reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight smut #dbd smut #slasher smut #slasher x reader #x female reader

[manuscrypts]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒟𝐼𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 — a.wesker

warnings + tags — MINORS / AGELESS BLOGS DNI, female reader, tentacle / monster fucking, dub-con, swearing, slapping (face and ass), double penetration, forced oral (you’re choking on a tentacle), creampie, p in v sex, nipple play, biting, marking, 2.8K words

authors notes — so this is a short rewrite / repost of an oldish fic, but I just love dbd, wesker, and tentacles, so what better to rewrite than that? it’s a lot shorter than the last version though, we got straight to the fucking.

  the shockwave boomed through the air as yet another friend was sacrificed to the entity. that made two of them already gone, leaving just you and dwight to do the remaining three generators that were left.

 the terror radius pounded in your ears from all sides making it nearly impossible to tell where he was, and there was no sign of dwight, no sign of him being in chase or doing a generator. you crouched down behind the sofa as the killer dashed through the building, checking on the objective closest by.

 “shit, that was close…” you let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

 “hey,” dwight whispered from the open door at the back, “you okay?”

 “yeah, I’m good, are you?”

 he nodded in reply, biting his nails as he looked around nervously. he was terrified and it wasn’t hard to see that, he always was, no matter how many times he was in a trial. you sighed to yourself knowing that nothing would get done if your teammate was too scared to do anything for the remainder of the trial.

 “dwight?” you shuffled quietly toward him, “go do the generator down the end of the street, and I’ll go distract wesker, okay?”

 the hesitation of your friend was obvious, the way he slowly opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again, he gave you a sad nod and started carefully sneaking towards where you told him to go. you took a deep breath and shook your head, wondering how you always get yourself into these stupid situations for the sake of other people.

 you quickly vaulted the side of the house window to make as much noise as possible, running in a straight line to the other side of the street and as far away from dwight as possible. it didn’t take long for you to hear your heartbeat getting louder and louder in your ears, so much so that you could barely hear anything else.

 “there you are,” the familiar snarky voice spoke from the other side of the car from where you were standing.

 you gulped at the sight of him, your legs going weak at the knees but you knew you had to distract for as long as you possibly could, no matter what. you knew deep down you had no chance of keeping him in chase for three whole generators, especially because you knew dwight would hide the second  wesker and yourself got a little too close for his liking.

 without a second more hesitation, you turned and took of into the house at a full sprint, running through the living room and vaulting out the kitchen window to the side — it didn’t give you much distance considering wesker’s dash meant he caught up to you almost instantly. you ran the same loop as much as you could, vaulting the window and going back through the door, and he followed just the same.

 the entity finally blocked off the windows to you, and you didn’t notice until you were being slammed up against the wall next to it. you let out a gasp and cough, and stumbled through the living room, completely winded from the hit — you swore he managed to crack a few ribs from the way you were slammed against the cabinets. there weren’t any pallets left on your side of the map, most of them used from your now dead teammates, so instead you chose to run upstairs even though you knew that was probably the worst idea you could make — you’d stand a better chance running around the cars outside. 

 wesker gained on you instantly, dashing past you in the bedroom and stopping just shy of the window, blocking your escape route. he gave you a devilish grin, his eyes glowing menacingly behind his sunglasses — it was over, one generator hadn’t even popped and he’d already caught you, sure you could run back down the stairs but what was the point?

 “doesn’t seem like your friend is doing much, does it?” the killer spoke, taking a step closer to you and making you take one back in response until your back was flat against the wall, “I know you were just running from me as a distraction. had you made a deal with him, hm?”

 there wasn’t much you could do, he was stood toe to toe with you, staring down into your eyes with a finger hooked under your chin to force you to look up at him. he was right on the money though, that so called deal you made with dwight that didn’t exactly seem to be working out in your favour. it was obvious he’d been hiding, you know you’d been running long enough for at least one generator to be completed, and it didn’t seem like he’d been messing up and blowing it up at all.

 “so why did you bother chasing me if you knew I was just trying to keep your attention?” you questioned, venom laced words because you didn’t have enough courage to spit at him.

 “you’re telling me you’ve not noticed? I thought you were smarter than that, dear…” he trailed off as his finger ran down the middle of your neck and halted part way down your chest, a quiet chuckle escaping his throat.

 “notice what?” your voice was barely noticeable, too embarrassed to speak as his other hand rested beside your head, caging you into the room, obviously in response to him noticing you oggling the doorway and stairs.

 “never you mind.”

 wesker leaned in closer to you, his lips ghosting yours for only a second before he leaned down to your ear, “why is your heart beating so fast, are you that scared of me?”

 you held your breath and squeezed your eyes closed, you couldn’t even reply, it was like your throat had closed up — even if it hadn’t, you still wouldn’t be able to speak, there was nothing you could say in response. every nerve in your body was on fire, your stomach began doing flips, and you couldn’t help but get that warm sensation between your thighs that made you have to squeeze them together. you gulped and shook your head to yourself, you couldn’t get turned on, or even think about anything like that. he’s a killer, an evil man who takes pleasure in hunting you and your friends down and sacrificing you to some spider-legged being.

 “I don’t take kindly to being ignored.”

 his words pulled you from your thoughts, making you gasp for the air that you’d been depriving yourself of, “yes, I’m scared of you.”

 he smiled, “good.”

 his breath was hot against your neck, and it made the hairs on your skin stand on end. his hand moved down from your chest and brushed against your hip, just at the gap where your shirt rode up a little bit and exposed your skin. his leather covered hand pushed under your top, slowly working its way around until he had a firm grasp on your waist.

 “wait, what’re you—“ you began to speak out against his actions but were sharply cut off by his lips meeting yours.

 it was surprisingly more gentle than you’d expect from someone like him, yet there was still force behind it, a hunger that he needed satiating in that exact moment. his hand tightened against your side while his other hand interwinded in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you easier. you couldn’t pull away from him seeming how pinned you were against the wall, you pushed your hands against his chest in an attempt to protest but it didn’t make a difference — he was infinitely stronger than you, and you knew that he’d get what he wanted one way or another, whether he take it from you or you submit to him.

 “were you not being a distraction for your good friend to complete the objective?” he barely pulled away as he spoke, his tongue trailing along your bottom lip, ready to plunge itself into your mouth the second your lips parted.

 you wouldn’t kiss him back, and you surely wouldn’t let him stick him tongue in your mouth, but he had his ways. one harsh bite of your bottom lip forced you to gasp and part your lips for just an instant, giving him the perfect opportunity to move in. he let out a satisfied hum as his hand moved further up your side, his other hand joining to help push your shirt further up your body until your chest was exposed to his touch.

 “wesker, we can’t—“ you managed to stutter out between his incessant kisses, his hands wandering and groping at your chest continuously, pulling and twisting at your hard nipples.

 “yes we can.”

 finally the echo of a generator being completed in the distance sounded, and your heart skipped a beat, a little smile creeping across your face. you were surprised dwight had managed to pluck up enough courage to even complete one generator, but it meant there was a chance you could both escape…you just had to keep wesker distracted long enough.

 wesker grabbed a hold of the back of your neck and threw you to the bed that was beside the window, you yelped at the impact and it wasn’t even a second before he grabbed your ankles and flipped you onto your back, dragging you down the bed towards him all in one fluid motion. his hands worked quickly at stripping you from your clothes, not giving you much chance for protest. before you could move your hands to cover yourself up, he was already on top of you, kissing up and down your neck while he slotted himself between your open legs.

 “don’t fight me, you know you won’t win…” he whispered in your ear with a mocking tone which made your stomach twist around itself.

 the familiar squelching sound of his tentacles sliding out from the sleeve of his coat filled the otherwise silent room, and he responded with a chuckle when your eyes widened at the realisation of what he was about to do.

 you shook your head and made an attempt to close your thighs, but his body made it impossible to even try. the tendrils slithered up your thigh, leaving a cool, wet trail behind them — you whimpered quietly to yourself as you felt the tip of one of them rubbing up and down your cunt, and you couldn’t help but shudder. you didn’t want to feel good, you didn’t want him to do this but the feeling of them touching you in a way you’ve longed to be touched was too much almost immediately.

 “w-wesker,” a quiet moan, “please don’t.”

 your begs fell upon deaf ears, after all he could tell by the way your legs quivered at his touch that you wanted this just as much as he did, maybe even more than he. the tentacle rubbed up against your throbbing clit, moving round in circles as much as it could to stimulate you while another prodded up against your hole. you winced at the feeling of it slithering its slimy way into you, stretching you out just a little too much for it to feel good straight away — but the feeling of pain quickly subsided as it began pumping in and out of you at a calm pace, pushing itself as deeply into you as it possibly could, the other tentacle still rubbing at your clit to distract you.

 “fuck—“ your back arched from the bed and your hands found their way to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his leather coat.

 wesker leaned down and kissed at your neck, biting and sucking to leave his mark while his uroborus fucked into you, gradually speeding up the more your cunt tightened around it. the knot in the pit of your stomach was building up too quickly, but he wasn’t done with you, as his lips met yours, another tentacle slipped into you; this time it was in your ass. as you gasped his tongue pushed its way into your mouth, moving and exploring just as his tendrils did to your holes.

 the sounds of moaning and your wet cunt being fucked started to fill the room, as much as you hated yourself for giving in and letting yourself be used like this, it felt too good to care. his tentacles all moved quicker at a different pace to one another, burying themselves so deep into you, you didn’t even know it were possible.

 “that’s it, submit to me.” he leaned back and kissed down till his mouth latched around your nipple, his free hand tugging and pulling on the other.

 “wesker—“ your back arched and your pussy clenched around the tentacles, his name continuously falling from your mouth as you finally came, hard.

 before you could even register your orgasm, the tentacles retreated back and wesker slotted himself between your thighs more snuggly. he teased his cock up and down your wet slit before pushing straight into you, not giving you a second to adjust to the girth difference before he was pounding into you. he fucked you with an ungodly speed, another proof that he wasn’t a human, he was something a lot more than that.

 “fuck…” his voice was nearly inaudible, but still you managed to hear him say something you didn’t think he’d ever say.

 he pushed your legs up to your chest and held his hands against the back of your knees, giving himself a better angle to fuck into you. every thrust had the tip of his cock kissing your cervix but it didn’t hurt, because every single thrust had him hitting that gummy spot inside of you that had a moan being forced from you against your will. it didn’t take much longer for his tentacles to reappear, multiple of them wrapping themselves around your legs and arms — two pushing themselves into your ass while two teased your tits. as you opened your mouth to beg wesker to slow down, a tendril forced its way into your mouth, pushing its way deep down your throat and making you gag with each violating thrust.

 your eyes watered, you were overwhelmed and overstimulated but wesker and his power showed no signs of stopping. he was going to break you, mind and body, and there was nothing you could do to stop him.

 the sound of another generator popped in the near distance and you couldn’t help but whimper, there was still a chance. your eyes were looking out the window toward the sounds as you felt a stinging pain across your face.

 “do not take your attention from me, from this.” he pounded into you with almost brutal force with each word he spoke.

 tears began rolling down your cheeks as you came again, you could barely breathe, barely see, barely even stay awake. your entire body ached with every hole being abused so brutally, so amazingly. you looked up at wesker the best you could but you couldn’t keep your eyes open. you could hear him laugh at you and say something, but you’re not sure what he said, you couldn’t concentrate enough. he used that moment to flip you onto your knees, his hands gripping tightly at your hips while he pumped into you, his tendrils still not moving from what they’d been doing all along.

 your upper body collapsed against the mattress, only your hips being help up by weskers grip on you. the sounds of your muffled moans, weskers panting, and the slick sound of tentacles abusing you was definitely loud enough for dwight to hear if he came anywhere near the house, but in that very moment you couldn’t care less. wesker slapped your ass with every few thrusts, his leather gloved hand making it sting just that bit more, but he intended for his hand print to be left behind long after he had his way with you.

 you couldn’t tell how much longer he was fucking you for, how many times you came and had your juices running down the inside of your thighs and onto the mattress below, how many tears you shed into the pillow your face was buried into but finally the final generator popped. it didn’t take wesker much longer to coat your womb with his cum when he heard that familiar sound — he wasn’t happy.

 his tentacles slowly removed themselves from your stretched and abused holes as he stepped away from you. you instantly crumpled into the bed and coughed, catching the breath you hadn’t been able to get for as long as his tentacle was shoved down your throat.

 “you stay here, I have someone else to deal with,” he stood and sorted his clothes out before brushing his hair back out of his face, “then I’ll be back to finish what I started here.”

#ꕤ 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 ⌨�� #albert wesker x reader #dead by daylight #resident evil #dbd x reader #dbd albert wesker #resident evil x reader #albert wesker x female reader #tentacle fucking #monster fucking

[whoreish-behaviour]

Can you handle that?

If you haven't watched Scream 1996 (how?!) please pleasee go watch this scene - (Timestamp 3:25 specifically) :))

This is like a modern version.

Part 2

Ghostface x Fem!Reader

Warnings ; dubcon, coercion, voyeurism, guided masturbation, phone sex?, slight overstim

The popcorn popped gently in the background as you endlessly scrolled through your phone, looking for any horror movies that peaked your interest.

Boring.

Predictable.

Wayy too gory.

Dropping the phone onto the counter, you huffed in annoyance as you rested your head on your hand. The popping sound filled the otherwise silent kitchen, the house being empty of its usual life.

You raked your brain for ideas now you were finally alone. And now that you thought about it more, it had been a while since your hands traced your body as you dived head first into self-please.

Yeah, you knew exactly what you were going to do.

The thought alone already had your thighs squeezing together.

Just as your were turning to shut off the stove, your phone vibrated below you. Eyebrows furrowed, your eyes scanned the name.

No Caller ID.

Shrugging, you picked up the phone without a care and pressed the little green button.

'Hello?'

'Hello.' An unfamiliar voice responded back.

'Yes?'

'Who is this?' Hadn't he called you first..?

"I think you have the wrong number.' You pursed your lips.

'I don't think I do and you didn't answer my question.'

His suddern steriness made you nervous and your thighs shudder.

Jesus, had it really been that long?

'I think I’m gonna go, you definitely dialed the wrong number. See you.' You announced quickly and before he could even speak two words, you hung up.

Before you could even place the phone back on the counter, it vibrated again in your hand.

You hesitated on pressing 'answer', however your curiosity about what he wanted grew stronger until eventually you caved.

'Hello?' You hoped he didn't hear your voice quiver.

'We weren't finished talking, were we sweetheart?' The nickname made you swallow thickly and clench your fist.

'I think we definitely are now.' You tried to sound stern, not wanting some man over the phone to think he had any kind of control over you.

'Hang up again and you'll regret it.'

"Fuck I will." You argued back before doing exactly what he told you not to do.

You tossed the phone on the counter, before turning your back to it completely. Sure, he had shaken you but that was exactly what he wanted.

It was probably just an ego boost for him to freak woman out over the phone, picturing their scared faces in their own homes.

Fucker.

The phone vibrated consistency where it laid, however you stared mindlessly at the ceiling, cursing out the universe for ruining the mood.

You began to chew your nails, his words ringing in your head.

You'll regret it.

An incoming text made your ears prick, looking over your shoulder and down at the device. The text made your heart jump against your ribs.

Unknown Number - Answer the phone.

Unknown Number - Now.

The text didn't hold any explanation marks but you knew that he wasn't fucking around anymore. Your stomach sank as your ringtone yet again rang out.

Last chance, before what? You didn't know.

The phone was in your hand again, thumb pressing down on the screen as you brought it up to your ear.

'Whats got you all nervous over there? Never had a punishment before hm?' His implication made you shived with fear.

He couldn't see you, could he..?

'Or maybe its just because you haven't touched that sweet cunt of yours in a while..' You gasped out loud, pure shock and heat blooming on your face.

'You sick fuck-'

'Ah ah, thats no way to talk to me sweetheart.' He scowled, voice deep and dripping with dominance. Against your better judgement, your core responded.

'What do you want?" Your voice was quiet, all confident gone.

"I just wanna play a game is all.' His tone almost mocked you, as if you had no reason to be terrified.

'What kind of game?' You body shrink as you waited for his response. He seemed to think about it for a second, the silence killing you softly.

'It involves you taking off them soaked panties and sitting your pretty self on that counter for me.'

You froze as he once again rendered you speechless. You hand holding the phone shook as your mouth ran dry.

'Can you handle that?' He teased.

You didn't know what to be more disturbed by: his request or that your body throbbed in response. Theres no way you wanted this..right?

Would that make you just as bad as him?

You gulped, looking at all the windows - wondering if you'll see a glimpse of his shadow. That was if he was even watching you.

'Quit acting so modest, you think I haven't noticed that little stunt you've been pulling with them thighs of yours.' He almost whispered as if it was a dirty taboo thing (it was).

''I don't kn-'

'Now sweetheart.'

You don't know what possessed you. Maybe it was his veil of seduction or just your horniness but you found yourself thumbing at the band of your panties.

Would it be so bad? To have a stranger watch you touch yourself? It sounded like some corny porno.

'If you don't move within the next 2 seconds, I'll come tie you to the fucking table myself.' His voice dropped, his frustration becoming evident.

And that was more than enough for you to clamber up onto the cool marble, contrast to your hot clammy skin, hands already working your underwear down your sticky thighs.

It dropped to the floor with a disgustingly wet slap! You grimaced as you picked your phone up once again.

'Look who's finally behaving herself. Put me on loud speaker and face the patio window.' You heart beat up against your ribcage as you did as you where told.

'Mhm, look at youu.' He dragged out the 'you', adding a playfulness to the tension building. You shivered as his statement solidified that was he indeed watching you.

'Now spread those pretty thighs for me, let me see the mess I made.' You felt yourself drip even more as each word left his mouth.

You gently lifted your legs - feet resting on the counter with you and spread your knees apart.

The cold air against your pussy made you whimper as you clenched around nothing.

'Fuck, I knew you were a slut.' He groaned and you almost moaned right back at him from the sound alone.

'Trace them beautiful thighs for me sweet.' He spoke low and stern.

Your right hand trembled as you ran it down your stomach, across your hip and finally to your thigh, your left hand staying behind you to support your body.

You allowed just the every tips of your fingers to run across your skin, nerves making them shake slightly.

'Mhm good girl. Now get closer.'

You did, your whole body shaking from anticipation as your nails grazed where you need it most. Everything felt wet and you whined at the lack of stimulation.

'You need it that bad huh pretty girl? Go on, touch that pussy.' He pushed and you wasted no time.

You first ran your fingers down your slit, collecting that sweet arousal until it coated your fingers. You then moved up to your clit, rubbing your clit in quick circles.

'No, no - slower. Can't have you coming too quick, can we?' He tutted, redirecting you before you got too carried away. You moaned in response but obeyed nevertheless.

Your fingers slipped every now and then as your whined and moaned into the quiet again. The man on the phone encouraged you continuously, dragging you closer and closer to the edge.

'Good fucking girl.'

'Keep rubbing that puffy clit for me. That's ittt.'

'I can see you dripped down on the fucking table - you're so desparate.'

The only words that left your lips were 'Please' as you threw your head back, rubbing your clit harder until he scolded you to slow down once again.

'If you need it that bad, put a finger inside that tight cunt and fuck yourself 'till you cum.' You almost cried out in happiness as you slid your hands lower, a single finger entering you.

'Fuck I can hear that sloppy pussy through the phone, put me closer.' You responded with a quiet 'okay' and moved the phone closer to in between your legs.

'Go on, fuck that cunt.' He ordered and your once again threw your head back, moving your finger faster.

You curled your middle finger up against your G spot until you felt that pit in your stomach built up once again. This time you didn't care what he said, you were going to make yourself come.

You also slid your left hand in and rubbed your clit, your coordination slightly off but you didn't care, it was working.

'Come for me pretty girl.'

That was your final straw as your felt everything you had built crumble between your legs. Your hips bucked up against your own hands and you dropped back flat against the surface below you.

'Move your hands sweet girl, let me see.' He cooed at you and you did as you were told, bringing your hands up to rest on your chest.

'Fuck, your rubbed your poor pussy raw babe.' He faked sympathy but you were too busy trying to catch your breathe.

'But don't get too comfortable. Keep going.' You froze.

'W-What..?'

'You heard me, sit up and. Keep. Going.' He ordered and you couldn't even splutter a response. You back ached as you sat up, thigh trembling and twitching.

You slid your hand down, soaked with you arousal, back down to your pulsing core.

However, as your fingertips came in contact with your clit, your hips bucked away as the painful surge of overstimulation shocked through you.

'I-I cant.'

'You can.' He instantly spoke back, 'I wanna see you come from those pretty fingers again.'

You decided to leave your clit and slide lower, reentering your middle finger into your quivering core. But even then, you flinched away from sensitivity.

'It's too sensitive.' You whined, retracting your hand away completely.

It went quiet for a bit and you gulped, scared you had somehow pissed him off. Even though you had been good for him, all things considered.

'Fine,' You breathed out a sigh of relief and rested your head back.

'I guess I'll just have to do it myself.'

You bolted upright, uncomfortable as your pussy slid against the now warm counter.

'What did you just say..?'

'I'll give you a 5 minute head start, go hide and if I don't find you - you get off scot free.' He said, 'I promise not to peek.' his voice light and airy while you choked silently.

'But-'

'5 minutes.' He said before he hung up.

Please do not steal, copy or translate my work

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[writing-for-me-at-this-point]

Obsession | Ghostface, Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson | Dead By Daylight

Summary. the ghostface isn’t known to be gentle, but when it comes to his... obsession, he can’t seem to bring out anything other than a wicked devotion that many could only envy, even if his muse couldn’t accept it just yet.

Warnings. intimacy, suggestive material, heavy petting, yandere vibes for ghostface tbh

Reader. Female reader <3

Word Count. 1392 words

Authors Notes. another danny fic lets gooooooooooooooo, only spell check was used and i wrote this in only an hour and a half while watching house of the dragon and barely able to speak english at this point. i love commas if you couldnt tell that already lmao. enjoy!

Obsession

the state of being obsessed with someone or something.

"she cared for him with a devotion bordering on obsession"

an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind.

plural noun: obsessions

ㅡ”without obsession, life is nothing.” John Waters

There was something in the way he held you that made his grip secure, where you could feel the groove under every knuckle and the rise of his calloused skin, it was safe. It was comforting, really, if you ignored the suffocating reality that this wasn’t a choice of your own free will, and that your current situation was one that you had to become accustomed to. Large, needy hands move around you as you lay on your back, and you remain still enough for him to get comfortable on you.

His mask is shifted upwards slightly enough to see his lips, a wicked smile shows between them, and you feel a shiver up your spine as your body relaxes enough for the Ghostface to not know of your own inner turmoil's that are hidden behind your eyes and above your heart. He rests his head on your chest, face turned up into the crook of your neck and shoulder, his mask laying on the other side of your body while a killer finds comfort in your warmth- legs open and his weight crushing you in an oddly pleasant way.

He smells of leather, iron, and cologne, his hair is longer than usual, the short black tufts have now become loose curls that tickle the side of your face and neck. His scruff is starting to grow, you note, feeling it scratch your skin as he nuzzles into you further to comfort himself. He finally stills, and you let out a small sigh, giving yourself some time to shift under him for your own comfort.

He's cold, so unbelievably cold, and he saps the warmth your body created like a leech does to an open sore. Your heart picks up a bit as you feel his gaze on you, looking through the flesh and into a deeper part of yourself that even you refuse to acknowledge. His eyes aren't meeting yours, yours are closed, relaxed, and moving behind the darkness of your lids, His eyes stare into your skin, looking up, unmoving. 

He’s waiting, you realize. Your hand twitches, before slowly coming up to rake your nails through his hair, a satisfied hum leaves his throat through unopened lips. But his eyes don't close. He expects more from his gaze. His muse. His lover. 

Another hand, at the same pace as its successor, moves under the opened leather jacket, before finding its way under more cloth to the cool feel of his back. He isn’t a corpse, but he lacks so much warmth, you almost worry for him, 

“Keep going.” He's curt, but his voice is soft, as you realize that this is Danny you're in the presence of. Your fingertips are warm, and the palm of your hand even more so, and as your dignity falls into nothing Danny finds himself pleased as you fall to him whims of your own volition. 

For a killer, one who lacks a heart, who lacks every shred of humanity that is expected of a man, he finds himself at the mercy of his instinct. He’s needy, clingy, desperate for your attention. The beast that craves the screams of his victims, a ghost in the night, a monster that thrives off playing with the mind of his victims finds himself at the feet of an unwilling woman whom he can't imagine a life without.

You start to scratch at his back lightly, and his skin raises at the attention, begging for more of you, before flattening your palm to soothe the red flesh. His mind is full of static, and he presses himself into your body even more, the need to crawl into your skin becomes more and more evident as he stares into your body once again, and your anxiety spikes.

He feels how your body reacts to him, fearful, yet pleased. Hesitant, but yearning. You enjoy the attention he gives you, the feeling of knowing how you’d never be rejected by him in any way, shape, or form. Your heart and body fight your mind as you force yourself to remember the blood that stains his hands, the thrill he feels chasing down his prey, his victims, and the subsequent glee as they take their final breaths under a hunting knife as the phone line is cut.

You were never going to be one of them. He assured you that.

You were to be worshiped by him, to have your feet kissed and your body touched with love and safety, to have your needs provided for as you keep him sane by merely allowing him to be near you- to take what he needs from you. 

But he also can't deny the jump of his heart when your voice quivers underneath him, or when you jump as you realize he's in the room much later than the time he entered it, the way you fight the urge to lean into him and his hands hold your face or when they grab at your hips.

He was in love with the way your skin felt against his, searing hot, as your bodies molded together in a way he can only describe as perfection. The way you style your hair to fit your face in the most pleasing manner, how you bite at your lip or cheek when thinking or absentmindedly, the way your fingers would tap against the countertops or the wheel of your car as music plays- either aloud or in your own head. Everything about you screamed at him to worship that part with every part of his being, his newfound, and unknown obsession.

He mouths at your neck while you continue to massage and scratch at his back, playing and pulling at his hair at the same time, His mind races with need as you take in a quick take of air, a broken whimper leaving your throat as he continues to mark up your neck as best as he could, his own hand coming up to your jaw, to hold your figure in place before you squirm as you usually do when in his hands.

Your senses are overwhelmed by him, the way he feels, the way his body looks laid on top of you as a mess of ebony rests just under your chin, his scent filling becoming stronger as he manages to somehow get even closer. You hear the sound of his mouth on your skin, his heavy breathing, the sounds that leave him before he slowly moves his hips into yours- leaving you pawing at his hair and skin as your own hips move to meet his.

He overwhelms you. He leaves you needy and empty, craving more of him as your mind screams to just leave him and run, but those thoughts are only pushed back further and further into your head as the emptiness and need grows more in importance at that moment.

You know he’d never hurt you, even if you asked, because he can’t bring himself to.

It brings you comfort as you fall into him, allowing your heart to open up, and he notices rather quickly.

Your body finally is able to relax, sinking into the bed under his weight, no longer fighting to keep yourself up. Allowing yourself to sigh and move your own hips against his, before you tug at his clothes in a silent beg for more and it leaves Danny feral for your need.

He grins again, wicked and delighted, teeth against your skin as you finally fall into his touch. He’d gladly lay himself bare for you, ready and waiting, watching in delight as dark eyes watch as you finally start to take what you need from him.

His obsession leaves him weak for you, open, and bare.

And it leaves you hungry, and watchful, moving to please the both of you.

It soon grows, and the obsession is a mutual agreement, of blood and kisses, with bared teeth and needy hands, playful and curious as time goes on.

It's an obsession, yes, you’ll admit that later on.

But is that so wrong?

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[clarks-letterman]

Danny reuniting with Reader- an old childhood friend- in the Entitys Realm ?

Reader can be Survivor or Killer , i think both concepts could be fun :]c

old friends | danny johnson x gender-neutral reader

a/n — hope its good! haven’t written for dbd yet and tried to make some stuff more plausible and fleshed out, and i really hope it doesn’t contradict any messy lore the game has!

words — 1.5k

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When Danny woke up in the Entity's realm, he was unsurprised to find himself the sole addition to an already established line of powerful killers. He made a scary tale of himself to haunt survivors—you never know when he could be watching—and got as close to a "friend" as he could be with the other masked murderers like him, and with the wannabes that never could be him. But it wasn't always like that.

In his hometown, someplace far from where he'd eventually end up, he went to school most of the year, had a job over the summer, and made one good friend for any time he needed comfort. He usually didn’t, but there were times when he wanted to toy with someone’s feelings in a way that kept violence out of it. Animals were an enjoyable enough target for him to keep him off of people, like the occasional rabbit or frog strolling through his backyard.

That’s what it started as, at least. It was surprisingly simple to get on your good side; he lent an ear when you needed it and stayed distant when he knew he had you hooked. But he grew to like you as an actual friend with the more time he spent around you, both when you knew about it and when you didn’t. As he got older, he found himself having fewer and fewer friends. Because alongside his age, his twisted mind became more and more obscured, and in his aim to hide it, he hid more of himself away. What once was a tactic to draw you in eventually stopped working, and you confronted his hot and cold behavior.

It became fitting for his job and hobby, needing to hide himself behind the camera’s eye and tucked away in the darkness around his victim’s houses. Now, the latter seemed to be the most useful in the latest game the Entity conjured up. He tries not to think about how it severed the connection he had with his only real friend.

Danny looked around the new location—a line of houses with a four-way street meeting in the middle to divide each house into their own irregularly shaped yard and fence. It looked homely, like the defunct township of Springwood and the segment of old townhouses on the street he knew as Lampkin Lane.

Darting off, he made sure to creep around the edges of the arena, prowling around with a glint in his eye. He heard the swish of footsteps towards a generator as he rounded a car on the street. The night covered him on command. He raised his blade and peered around the corner. Two sacrifices for the Entity worked on the archaic machinery, one covered by the generator as Danny was on the opposing side, and the other was to the left side of it, open and vulnerable. His eyes lingered on the subject—small, male, companion, wrapped in bloody business-casual. The generator chimed with rapid success, so Danny discerned the figure to be the wimpy scampered Dwight Fairfield.

Danny felt a chill of excitement run along his spine; the self-imposed timer had started—a moment where he knew his victim in and out, able to deal the most damage with the least effort to them. Dwight finally noticed the shadowy figure to his right and made a run to the nearest house. Danny pursued the fleeing man, passing the second person working on machinery to chase the easier target. He followed closely behind Dwight through the doorway he entered and into the house.

He trailed behind him on the wooden stairs and swung for his ankles with a missed strike, leaving a chipped divot in one of the steps. Dwight ran to the end of the hall where there was a window—surely, he would take it—so Danny planned to swing again. But, Dwight made a hard left into the room next to it, and he missed his attack for the second time. He turned, looked into the room, and another open window looked right back at him. The bedroom wall made a great frame for the street just outside. Out beyond the view, he heard the sound of two generators starting up with a sputter, and he knew that a third one was soon to be tackled.

He was down the stairs and out the door in seconds, running to just barely meet the cutoff for Dwight’s impending doom by using his sharpened senses to pick up on where the frightened man could have gone. Without much work, he found him just in time as he cowered near a small bush for coverage, hoping he would be overlooked. Unfortunately for Dwight, Danny had him cornered and gravely injured with one sweep of his knife across his back.

The second survivor came running towards him as he picked up Dwight: a taller, lighter-haired guy in a blue cop uniform. Leon, Wesker said his name was. He was one of the more pesky survivors, as he had the ability to craft the most annoying form of counter-play against someone on the opposite team. His flashbang went off without much help this time, though, and Danny managed to keep his hold on Dwight firm. He swung for Leon, got him once, and tracked down a hook to throw Dwight on.

No one came for the poor schmuck, as usual. No one looked for him when he was still considered alive, and the same went for him now, as the Entity’s grasp sent a wave throughout the playing field that the other side was down a team member. Danny managed to down Leon without the wasted time needed to study him and lured the third survivor his way, injuring him and sending him into a sprint for his life. Eventually, he downed him as well and had the both of them resting peacefully before meeting their dooms on hooks across the map. He saw a glimpse of the fourth and final survivor as they ran around a corner, though Danny was carrying his third victim at the time and solely focused on getting them on a hook above all else.

Danny receded into the darkness, letting it shroud him in it as he traversed the map, looking for the final member of the game. That’s when he saw them in the same room he had chased Dwight up to, investigating the wall of all things. He was sure of it, as strange as it sounded, because he couldn’t recall a generator appearing in that room, let alone that floor of the house. Regardless, he made his way back up and through the door. He hit you once while you were distracted and twice when you took the window as a form of escape, watching you fall on the other side.

The scream sounded painfully familiar to one in his past. His trained ears recognized it as the same scream from when you had accidentally scared yourself into thinking a dust bunny was the same deadly spider in Australia. Danny’s legs shook as he stepped over the window he didn’t cross through earlier and out onto the small ledge, realizing that this was the same window he had been ushered out of as a teenager when you weren’t allowed to have friends over and had to sneak him in, or when he would happily invite himself into your home. He looked around, taking in the sights now that he wasn’t pursuing anyone. This place was more than just a haunting image of homeliness; it was his home—hell, it was your whole damn block.

He rushed over to you, simply standing for a moment, watching you turn and do your best to look up at him. Danny had the advantage of wearing a mask, so he could get as close and as personal as he wanted. Unless, in the months or years that had gone by in the real world, you finally caught wind of his cross-country endeavors. Not wanting to give himself away, he hoisted you over his shoulder as he would with anyone else, leaping off the ledge and onto your front lawn. He felt your fists pounding against his back, struggling and fighting to be free. His one hook near the house had been used for a sacrifice, and the nearest one was still too far for him to make it in time. With a strange feeling of relief, you had worn him out for a moment, and you ran away from him, limbering for a final chase that never came.

Danny seemingly disappeared but had cloaked himself in the night again to stalk you from afar. He watched you run straight to the open hatch on the floor. He had decided that he studied you long enough with his stare; he knew all of your weak points and where to strike first, but he couldn't bring himself to approach you when you were so close to freedom. With a huff that echoed in his mask, he watched you disappear into the darkness, and the Entity surrounded him until he was deep in the woods with a few killers that hadn't been called for a match.

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[staarboyyy]

I SAW YOUR REQUESTS WERE OPEN AND I RAN STRAIGHT TO HERE-

I was wondering if you could maybe write something where we're comforting Amanda during the events of saw 3 like when after John was having that like stroke I think it was?? The whole time I watched that scene all I wanted was to comfort her 😭😭

If not it's completely fine!! I hope you have a great and amazing day!! (Ps, I'm sorrying if by requests you ment drawings or something, if you did, just ignore this!!)

choice

amanda x gender neutral reader

18+ characters / scenarios - minors dni

tags / warnings ; stroke mentions/slight descriptions, surgery mentions, panic attacks, grounding, hand holding, fluff, "i hate everyone but you" trope

summary ; after john has a stroke, you find yourself slightly split between two sides of the same coin.

word count ; 696

a/n; my first request!! and its such a sweet one 😭💞  i feel the same whenever i rewatch saw 3, i hope this is sufficient!! <3

"Anesthetic! what else!?"

Amanda's voice rocketed around the large workshop, your hand on John's trembling hand squeezing slightly. He had just spasmed a few minutes prior, bleeding from his mouth as Amanda stood in horror, like a deer in the headlights. You assisted Lynn in restraining John, agreeing to look after him while the others spoke about how to move on from this. Yet hearing Amanda shout in a warbling demand, you could nearly feel yourself force to your feet - You understood Lynn, felt for her panic and desperation to escape; But upon moving the plastic from the doorframe to John's pseudo hospital room, there she was. Stood in the same way she had been while watching John seize helplessly. Fearful? It had to be atleast close to it, the way her chest swelled and spilled shuddered gasps forward, hands grasping at the table behind her to alleviate some of the tension in her arms. Her jaw was clenched tightly, eyes glued to the cement floor as Lynn's words blurred past Amanda's dead-set decision. The surgery would happen here, it had to.

"I'll start a list."

You make your voice known through the shaking breathes of Lynn and Amanda, both women's eyes turning to face you. Both with an odd amount of relief; On one hand, Amanda could trust in the fact you would understand her. Despite it being forced upon you, bound to your wrists and ankles in thick chains, you had always been the person to extend a hand to her, even now. And on the other, Lynn - Innocent, to a degree. Afraid, just like you had been so long ago. At your words, Amanda gave an unsteady nod. In any other world, she would have brushed it off or even stiffly chuckle. But her breathing wavered, and even though her mind fought to collect the right things to say, none moved to push past her ajar lips. She kept pulling in practiced breaths, eyes on you, flickering over your expression. It felt good to focus on something familar, even as your brows furrowed as your gaze closed in on hers. Lynn's eyes nervously darted between you both as you treaded closer toward the sensitive woman leaning against the table, her fingers roaming the space behind her. She strummed the rusty knives with her pale long fingers, black polish chipped on her nails, scratching them lightly against the metal. Her eyes were raw with frantic rubbing, bottom lashes stinging as tears slid helplessly over her cheeks - She tried to hide them as soon as they fell, wiping the back of her palm against her flushed cheek.

Amanda was sensitive like this, it was no secret to anyone in the building, becoming more apparent as Lynn treaded quickly back towards John's room. She was smart to disappear, you thought, your attention on Amamda's fist balled tightly around a thick rusty dagger. Her grasp shook, the weapon trembling as she tried to bite back the sobs harboring angrily in her chest.

"I - I am so,"

It came out mumbled, the woman's head shaking slowly, her long hair curtaining over her tear stained cheeks and eyes. She wanted so badly to speak, to not feel like a clock was ticking down on her well being, as if she was not white-knuckling something built strictly to kill. Her eyes wavered, perhaps too nervous to keep her gaze on you; She looked like a dejected animal, isolating herself as far into a corner as possible, biting when anybody got too close.

"I know. Me too; But she told us what we need, right?"

bBut that's the thing with wild animals, isn't it? There's always someone. A hand extended slow enough, palm facing up in an offer; A choice. No force, no swaying her decision with a ticking timer or blade to her throat. She did not consciously release the blade, it did not cross her fractured mind. It faded, the panic and blood rushing in her ears had slowed - And there you were. Just you, and how her cold fingers felt against yours - Another nod, more affirmed than before as she sniffled quietly.

She'd always choose you.

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[diejager]

Riding

“Fuck, babe,” he groaned, his head thrown back in the moment of exquisite pleasure. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re- tight!”

In a daze, he reached for your hips, warm palms clutching your naked flesh as he tried to ground himself, trying to stay coherent in the frenzy of sinful pleasure. You felt whole, squatting over him in the corner of the killer’s shack, skin bare and naked to his hazel eyes and hungry mouth. He watched you roll your hips, grinding yourself against the hardness of his cock, his trimmed hair tickling your nub, sending you both shivering. You from the constant stimulation, and him, from your sudden tightness around him. 

He arched his back, rutting into you, his strong arms moving along his shaft. It was a soft motion of pushing in and pulling out, in and out, again and again, until you were both panting and moaning for more. You met in the middle, your lips dancing across his in a passionate tango of love and obsession. You pushed off the ground, thighs burning at the work of riding him, he helped you move, supporting your weight with his hands and his hips thrusting upwards. 

“God-” he gasped, hissing when you bit his lower lip, pulling it when he tried to pull away. His chest rumbled in a low chuckle, pushing his body flush against yours and grinding into you. “You’re so fuckin’ hot.” 

You let out a cheeky laugh, hands roaming the expanse of his coat, nudging the flap away and running your nails over his tight muscles. You dug your short nails into him, hearing him groan, hips stuttering as you slammed down on his lap. He made the most addicting sounds you’ve ever heard, low and raspy, or deep and teasing. Danny had a way with words, his tongue singing the best songs one could wish to hear when he was moaning and groaning under you.

“I could tell you the same, Ghostie.”

He slurred out a moan at your nickname. He loved it when you called him Ghostie, you fully embraced his darker side, even playing little games with him when he asked. Maybe you were as sick as he was, wanting to give yourself to him, letting him fuck you however he wanted and giving him whatever he wanted. But he was as devoted to you as you were, he’d kneel and beg for you, he’d let you use him as your toy and he’d do anything for you. You were both a blessing and a curse to each other.

You gasped, back arching and eyes rolling. You clawed at his shoulder, drawing lines of beautiful crimson from your love down his chest as you rolled your hips. Danny hissed, driving skyward jerkily, biting back his moan as he came. He filled you in waves of potent cream, the white cum dripping down his balls and his puckered rim when it became too much for your tight snatch. He gave a few more thrusts, riding out your peaks until his cock grew soft and he supported your limp figure, tired and satiated. 

“Love you, doll,” he murmured, his swollen lips finding their rightful place on the crown of your head. 

“Love ya too, Danny.”

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[l0sercat]

Description: Ghostface saw you cute slutty Mrs.Claus outfit and decides to fuck you in it

Ghostface x reader

Danny peeked around the corner and saw bright red. He looked up and down and noticed it was you in a short skirt. He wish it was the outfit that was tighter but this was better and besides he doesn't want you to freeze.

He loved the way it hugged your curves and it barely covers your ass. He watched you do the gen with Leon. He gripped his knife hard when he saw Jeon checking you out blushing hard.

When the gen finished he sneaked up on you and trapped you between a rock. You shook and turned your head around but he pushed your head back. You whimpered and he shushed you and leaned his head in your neck.

He breathed in your scent and moved his mask to the side. He licked the nape of your neck and left little bites on it. He rub his hard cock against you. He let out a low moan when he heard your little whimpers. He traveled his hands to your boobs. He groped them and rubbed your nipples through the fabric.

He groaned when you rubbed your ass on his crotch. He started to jump your ass "mm Danny no here babe what about the other survivors" you groaned out "Shh who cares your the one who wore this slutty outfit" he whispered in your ear lowly.

He moved his hand slowly to the zipper in your dress. He pulled it down slowly teasingly nipping at your exposed flesh. He traced his name on your back with his tongue. When he stopped a trail of spit connected from your back to his mouth. He pulled down your dress exposing everything to him. He pulled down your panties and grabbed your ass.

"D-danny I -I don't want anyone to see us" you trembled "sh babe no one will see us this area is a dead zone now" you whimpered and nodded, you trusted him to protect you.

He shifted his clothes and pulled his cock out. He teasingly moved his cock up and down your wet slit. You both let out a moan at the same time. You gripped the rock to keep you up because your legs were shaking so bad.

He thrusted in hard and which earned a gasp from you. You gripped harder on the rock when he started thrusting. His pace slowly started to pick up the pace. He groaned and tossed his head back. He gripped your hips so tight it was gonna leave a bruise. Gens went off in the distance but who cared.

He leaned in closer to you and left a trail of sloppy kisses on your neck. He moaned loudly in your ear. He nipped on your earlobe and licked it. His thrust were hard and the sound of skin hitting skin was loud.

He moved on of his hands down towards your clit. He started to play with it. He groaned when you arched you back and gasped loudly. You threw your head back and moaned loudly. He continued and loved the way you let out little whimpers and moans. He also loved the way you clenched around him.

He kept on thrusting and soon came and cummed deep inside you. You soon cummed after him and clenched hard sound him. He moved his hand to your hair and gripped it tugging you back. Your eyes were rolled in the back of your head. Your mouth was open slightly so Danny took your mouth with his.

He roughly kissed you and slipped his tongue in, now sloppily kissing you. You pulled back for air panting and eyes lidded. He grinned at the mess he made. He pulled you clothes back on and tapped your ass. " Okay sweet cheeks time to go" Danny said and fixed his mask and clothes and walked away.

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[rootsofdread]

May I request a scenario where a female survivor genuinely compliments Blight's appearance (teratos ftw) and his reaction to it? I think the man would be flabbergasted, to say the least lol

Keep up the good work!

this was so cute thank you!! <3

Talbot Grimes / The Blight:

Talbot had made the executive decision to befriend some of the little survivors. For experimenting purposes, of course. Toying with their emotions and seeing what exactly would come of it, though he was quite certain he already knew what would happen, it’s important to pursue science even if you think you may already know the answer.

He had stopped by to check on the progress of a generator you were working on during one trial. He decided to stay to observe the process. Then, he noticed you were fidgeting a little; he knows it’s not unusual for the survivors to feel nervous in his presence, but you looked a bit like you had something you wanted to say. He was more familiar with you than the other survivors he’d taken to.

He taps his cane to prompt you to speak your mind. When you look up at him, he nods. He isn’t sure what he was expecting you to say, but it certainly wasn’t a compliment about his appearance. His intellect, he would’ve expected that. But he’s handsome, you say?

He seems to look away a little, twitching. The last thing he’d expected to get in the fog is a compliment from a beautiful woman. It momentarily short-circuits his brain, unable to understand why a woman would find him good-looking. But he decides he shouldn’t argue, and take what he can get.

He taps his cane again to thank you, before rushing away to find the other survivors in the trial.

#inbox #talbot grimes #female reader #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #talbot grimes x reader #the blight x reader

[qtipcottonbuds]

𝙒𝙀𝙏 𝙎𝘼𝙉𝘿, 𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙎-𝘽𝙊𝙍𝙉. [WITH LEGION]

so, here is the second version of the request, this time with legion, and you can find ghostface’s part here !!  a little bit altered though, n i think dis couldve been better >:( @demonbitterbite

Submitted request - Can I request a dead by daylight reaction for Jake and Leon where the killer keeps chasing the reader and making suggestive comments. Then when killer has them on their shoulder they slap/hold the readers ass. For the request I’d like it with frank or ghost face if possible but I don’t really mind

warnings ;; flirting, explicit language possibly and embarrassment, possible descriptions of gore etc, and somewhat angst actually ??

by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.

𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;

Slumped and half-submerged in marshland water with reeds scratching into his calves, the underneath of his fingernails caked with dirt; Leon gradually manages to leverage himself out of the open, instead settling amongst the overgrowth of stalks. 

It wasn’t the most ideal of situations, to say the least. Luckily enough, he hadn’t been hooked yet. 

As Claudette had managed to continually loop and weave around the Grim Pantry for the majority of the realm, aided by the use of tokens enhancing her speed, she was able to give chase. Allowing you and himself to sweep through a total of four generators, working in tandem, aside from when you’d been specifically isolated (whether from you being the potential obsession, Leon wasn’t sure) and hooked. Twice.

The one thing Leon had failed to pick up on, was the obliviousness you were all plagued with - the lack of a heartbeat inducing migraine - the one warning sign gifted by the Entity to allow you some intel on the situation, the whereabouts of the selected killer.

The bliss of ignorance felt more like a curse in disguise, compared to a blessing. And, for only so long, Claudette could give said chase - she’d finally been hooked.

Noticing the faint crunching of dead leaves and footsteps, Leon can only turn his head so much, watching from the corner of his eye to where you lay, your own hands fumbling for some sort of grip on a nearby pallet - to at least hide. But, the brightness of your chosen clothing is stark against thick overgrowth, standing out and it’s only a matter of time as the footsteps draw closer, bypassing his own body and towards your own.

Mask in one gloved hand, Leon can briefly catch sight of the Legion crouching down, swiping the other hand through the black sludge (that could be considered mud of some sort) and smearing the paste-like mixture across your forehead, and dragging the tip of his dirtied finger downwards your nose with a little ‘boop!’.

“Gotta say, babydoll, the view looks real nice from here,” the killer lets out a low whistle, eyeing your limp body, his gaze more clearly focused on your lower half, “gave me a run for my money, that’s for sure.”

Leon watches on as you try to shuffle forwards, face pinched in discomfort and unable to formulate a proper response, the bruising across your lower jaw and temple from the attack prior leaving you sluggish and disorientated. 

(Why were you willingly welcoming the killer into your personal space? Just what was your relationship with him?)

Shit. Willing himself to remain quiet, breath hitching, Leon catches onto the recognizable glint of a maroon coloured token, swaying back and forth, tied to one of the belt hooks on the Legion’s worn jeans. Bracing himself for the inevitable, the all too familiar, unnerving squelches! of a victim being gutted brutally replaying in his head from experiences before, he angles his gaze away, just about to shut his eyes, and then-

The killer closes in once more, hand now instead cupping around your jaw, tilting it so tenderly (a word that felt foreign, so unnatural being associated with such a person), observing the damage, “I know. I know, babydoll. Not the time. Shit. Did a bit of a number on you, didn’t I? I hate this; doing this,” the last part is more of a murmur, bit out hotly, as you’re shifted upwards from your underarms, repositioned and elevated against the pallet.

“Fuh... Fuh-rank.”

“Don’t try to talk, yeah? M’gonna get you to the hatch; I just need you to sit and look pretty f’me for a few. Now, breathe in for me,” aside from the slight rustle of plants, and a few muffled whimpers, Leon, wide-eyed, stares blatantly at the scene.

Hauled over the Legion’s (Frank’s?) shoulder, the bone clearly digging into your stomach, the killer surveys the area, unaware, and paces towards a nearby shack, taking the medkit that was gripped in your hands, into his own.

Letting out a sigh of relief, or fatigue, aware that he was near enough to finishing up his body’s natural regeneration; Leon is reassured, weirdly enough, to know that you’re in safe hands, the way the killer had held you with such affection, it was more than enough of a confirmation. 

Yet, questions could come later, for now, he needed to focus on rescuing Claudette - it was only a matter of time before she’d slip into the death hook.

#DBD #dead by daylight #dbd legion #dead by daylight legion #the legion #frank morrison #dbd x gender neutral reader #dbd x male reader #dbd x reader #dbd x female reader #legion x reader #legion x gender neutral reader #legion x female reader #legion x male reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral character #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral insert

[angelltheninth]

Pyramid Head Forces You Down on His Cock

Pairing: Pyramid Head x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, creampie, size difference, used like a toy, rough sex, cock riding

A/N: Wow, you guys really liked that first little blurb huh? Well it's still spooky month so here's another one.

You'd never taken a cock that big, or that thick before, then again you've never seen someone like Pyramid Head before either, someone so determined to put his cock inside you at all costs, even if it broke you

As much as he wanted to do it while he was on top of you it was becoming obvious that a change in position was needed

You didn't even get to suggest it before he flipped the positions and balanced your wet pussy above his cock, the red, angry tip dripping white with cum that you wanted to be inside of you instead

He knows how much you want it, he can feel your cum dripping down his cock and balls

Don't worry, he will give you exactly what you need, exactly what he needs too

In his mind it's best to do it in one go, the pain will go away the more he moves you down with his big hands, up and down on his cock, forcing you to take all if it, right down to the balls

You can feel the tip ramming against the deepest parts of you

It hurts, a lot but the pleasure is so overwhelming that you throw caution into the wind and tell him to use you like you were his toy

He goes through them so fast unfortunately, he's to rough, but you can take it, you can take the pain and the roughness and the pounding without being fully broken by the end

Anything for him, anything to hear him roar as he fills your womb up with thick seed

#pyramid head #dbd x you #pyramid head smut #pyramid head dbd #pyramid head x reader #female reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight smut #dbd smut #slasher smut #slasher x reader #x female reader