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saturninelove · 11 months

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Ghostface’s Obsession

(NSFW) 18+ Minors DNI:

Everyone’s not-so-secret fantasy, Mr. Ghostface. Warnings: Fem reader, Suggestive language, pet names, smut, slight knifeplay. (Words: 2122)

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Wafting your hand in front of your face in an attempt to clear the fog, you come face to face with Claudette standing only a few feet away from you as the trial begins. You found yourself deep within the main room of the family residence of the Yamaoka Estate, debris littering the floor as well as broken boards and torn doorways. The two of you didn’t hesitate to jump onto the generator that sat near the front door, looking out to the porch. You’d bargained for a toolbox this time when the entity demanded your presence, wanting to get things done as speedily as possible to avoid too much confrontation after your last few strange matches. The killers seemed to be showing much more personality and what seemed to be interest in you. You shook your head a little as you focused more onto just powering the generator at hand, crossing wires and giving a subtle smile when the generator sparked responsively. Although immensely focused, you swore you heard footsteps on the porch. You tried to tune into the sounds outside rather than the ones indoors but it was hard to hear over the rushing of the machine. Your heartbeat was beyond normal and you even felt a little relaxed, maybe you were hearing things? With that thought barely being formed, you watched in slow motion as a silent and dark figure slipped through the doorway and ripped the unsuspecting Claudette from the generator, earning a horrified scream from her as well as a jump from you that caused an ugly spark from the generator as you pulled your hands away and began to back away. The killer was staring you down through those haunting holes in his mask and as soon as Claudette was hoisted onto his shoulder, he began to drop her onto the floor.

Ghostface had found his new target, the interesting survivor that had piqued interest around the killer camp, he thought it was only fair he also got a good look at her. What was once unfolding before you in slow motion quickly snapped back into reality as soon as you saw that he was preparing to set her onto the ground. That familiar adrenaline fueled your first movements, sprinting your way to the front window and launching yourself through it quietly and breaking into a full sprint as you head to the one place you knew better than any other - killer shack. You were sure he was following you and you kept trying to twist around to look behind you but you couldn’t find him amongst all of the bamboo trees, you couldn’t even convince your heart to beat any faster to give yourself any kind of advantage to know that he was truly following you. Upon reaching the building, you stopped your sprint, quickly catching your breath as you circled around to the back of the building, watching through the boarded up window as surely enough he stalked his way through the door. His leather shroud was wrapped around him in such a way that he was nearly impossible to see in the darkness of most areas and you found yourself thankful that the generator within the shack was already done so there was a decent amount of lighting. You found yourself moving parallel to him to avoid him finding you as quickly but you were still watching him, never taking your eyes off. Although you were also morbidly curious about this first encounter, you found him… attractive? You blamed it on the trials, never having time to yourself or time to find one of the other survivors because you were constantly thrown into the face of death. It also just so happened that the face of death was kind of hot. With flushed cheeks, you slipped back into the shack and into one of the lockers, holding your breath. This time when he stepped inside, he went for the locker immediately, luckily it was the one beside yours but it still made your breath hitch. He canted his head to the side, looking directly at your locker. Your eyes went wide and you only had a few seconds to decide what to do, your fight or flight was kicking in hard here but you found yourself too indecisive to do anything at all in the two seconds it took for him to move over to your locker and fling the door open. Now face to face with the masked man, you gulped harshly as he slammed his knife into the back of the locker, right beside your head. It was a scare tactic, of course, but it worked nevertheless as you gasped and shrunk down even smaller as he stood above you.

“Hey dollface.” He called out, his voice was raspy and deep and it sent shivers down your spine as you sat at his mercy. “I thought you were supposed to be a good chase?” You could almost hear the smirk on his face as he belittled you. With your cheeks still flushed and your chest rising and falling rapidly, you made a slight attempt to push past him and out of the locker, feeling more and more claustrophobic as time went on. He pushed you back into the locker with ease, his gloved hands now pressed to your shoulder and to your hip as he held you in place. “Cat got your tongue?” He chided, his amusement now clear as day as he held you trapped.

“G-Ghostface?” Was your weak response which earned a chuckle of delight from behind his mask. You bit your lip as you drank in the sound, your wide eyes looking up at him.

“There she is.” He responded smoothly, pulling his knife out from the locker and dragging it along your throat, just another scare tactic, you hoped. You still gasped and leaned further back into the locker and away from his blade which produced a little rumble of satisfaction in his chest that you could practically feel. You couldn’t help but to start feeling that slickness between your thighs, being pressed so close to this undeniably attractive man that concealed himself with that eerie mask.

“A-Aren’t you going to hook me? To sacrifice me?” You managed to get some words out, anything would be better than just sitting in silence as you sat completely trapped between a wall and a hard body.

“I could impale you if that’s what you’re asking, dollface.” He responded smugly, his gloved hand on your hip stretched further back as he gave your ample rear a hefty grope with his suggestive comment. You let out a soft moan in response as that lust pooled in your panties and you found yourself spreading your legs ever so slightly but it was enough for him to notice. He inhaled deeply as if having to restrain himself or regain some sense of control. His next words came out breathy and hit your core perfectly, “‘Atta girl.”

“No wait, I didn’t say anything Ghostface, I’m not-” You tried explaining your body’s lack of control but he cut you off by pressing his knife against your throat again as he palmed your ass with his other hand.

“Danny, call me Danny, babygirl.” He almost whispered those words to you as he leaned in closer and you could smell the faintest cologne on his shroud. He trailed his knife down your neck as you had hushed, the sharp edge plunging through the neckline of your top as he exposed the tops of your breasts as well as your bra to his eyes.

“Danny, I don't think we should do this.” You replied but your back was arching up into him to give him a better view of your assets and you found your hips rolling into him in search of some form of pleasure.

“Quit lying to my face, baby. Your body is screaming out for me.” He sounded almost pained as he sheathed his knife and instead grabbed a handful of your breast, letting out a groan. You couldn’t deny how much you liked just hearing him groan and your own interest spiked tenfold wanting to hear what other noises he’d make. You found yourself absentmindedly humping against him as he groped your body, giving out weak little whimpers as your own arousal kept rising. “You poor babe, you probably need this so bad, don’t you?” He asked, stalling his movements as he waited for a response.

“I-...” You started but you couldn’t find the words and the blush on your cheeks increased ten fold. Your hips kept rocking against him, excitement thrumming in your veins as you realized he was incredibly hard and quite big underneath those leather bindings. Your mouth went dry and you found yourself licking your lips as your eyes locked with those haunting, empty sockets.

“You’re driving me wild here, bite that lip one more time and I swear to you I won’t take it easy.” He growled the words out and your eyes widened and your immediate response was to bite your lip but you grit your teeth a little instead, obviously still hesitant about what was happening. “Just say the word, dollface. I know what you need.” He taunted, this time giving a harsh rut of his own hips up into yours and making you cry out as he rubbed directly against your throbbing clit.

“Please, Danny.” You gasped the words out, throwing your head back as a whine escaped you and you pushed your hips closer to his. You heard a satisfied chuckle from behind that mask and he took a step back as he started to undo the buckles that held his shroud together. You bit your lip in anticipation without thinking, your gaze traveling down his torso and to the bulge in his pants. With a groan, he stepped close again as he slipped one of his gloved hands down the front of your pants, surprising you but eliciting a ragged moan as his fingers teased up and down your soaked slit.

“You’re this wet for me, baby?” The words were jagged and he was obviously struggling immensely to contain his own lust. With a chuckle that sent more shivers down your spine and a gush of arousal straight to your sex, he plunged his middle finger in, teasing you by not giving you anything else. “Beg for it.” He spit out, the smirk painfully evident in his voice. As you were about to open your mouth, morals forgotten and lust clouding your vision, the sound of the exit gates filled the air of the trial. They had completed every generator and even opened the gates without checking on you. With an annoyed groan, Danny pressed another finger into your eager sex as his thumb rolled over your sensitive clit. “Guess this time it’s about you, sweetheart.” He murmured and you swore you could hear a smile in his voice. With your moans in the air and the whispers of the fog wrapping around the both of you, Danny finger fucked you with renewed vigor, groaning to himself as he plunged into you each time. “You’re so fucking wet,” He panted, his worked up state was obvious to the both of you, “I can’t wait to be inside this sweet cunt.” He spit out, his naughty words struck a chord within you and you cried out in pleasure, whimpering as you bit your bottom lip.

“Please, Danny. I’m so close.” You begged, pushing your hips closer with each plunge of his fingers, you had long since felt the knot in your lower stomach as you climbed closer to the edge. The added adrenaline of trying to reach your rushed orgasm before the entity claimed you was fuel to the fire, stroking it just right. “Danny, I’m gonna cum.” You cried out, your body on the verge.

“Cum for me dollface, the first of many.” He grit out, his own hips pumping idly as he thrust idly, succumbing to his own lust. You unraveled in his arms at the promise, your body writhing against his hand as the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had crashed over you. It took a solid minute for the both of you to recover and your gaze flicked down to his pants, noticing a blotch of wetness and you blushed as you realized what had happened on his end. He finally hoists you over his shoulder and out of the confined locker as the both of you head to the exit gates. He landed a hearty slap onto your ass as you lay over his shoulder, unmoving and still trying to catch your breath. “I can’t wait for the next trial, dollface.”

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rabbittwist · 1 year

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The Ghost's Pet

The Ghostface - Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson x Reader

Summary: N/A - Straight sauce.

Word Count: 4.7k

MASTERLIST | Dead by Daylight | The Ghostface

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You threw out the collar."

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

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

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

"If he were to ever find out-!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you say to your generous master?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#dbd #dead by daylight #deadbydaylight #video games #videogames #games #gaming #danny johnson #jed olsen #killers #dbd ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface x you #drabble #smut #danny jed olsen johnson #created by rabbittwist

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smoggytheclown · 7 months

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Yandere! Artist x reader!

-Carmina was smitten with you from the first time she saw you, distracted in a corner, feeding one of the stray crows with what snacks you had in your pocket.

“Finally, someone who could see the beauty in another life!” She thought. Oh, how she would have loved to use you as her muse. To paint all your beautiful colors and the air that your peaceful aura brought. She dreamt of being able to express her adoration to you, but she knew all that would come out of her mouth would be cawing and chirping. Would you laugh at her, like the rest of the survivors? Mock her lack of speech? No, you seemed too kind to do such a thing.

-She knew you would run if you saw her, her inky, long limbs aren’t exactly welcoming, so she settled to watch you from afar.

-She had figured out an idea, you couldn’t speak by mouth, but she could write her feelings on paper. She would express her feeling page by page. As she would observe and stalk you, she’d write down EVERYTHING about you.

-She’d send out her crows to deliver them to you, but sometimes it would be at the worst timing. Like the time you were actively getting chased by the hillbilly. She’s deeply sorry for that.

-Soon enough her obsession grew too strong to watch you from afar. Every time you feed her crows instead of chasing them away, every time she watched you read one of her poems to you, her obsession grew more and more. She just wanted to take you away to her spot, so she could properly use you as her muse.

#yandere dbd #dbd x reader #deadbydaylight #dbd #dead by deadlight #dead by daylight

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bunsluvsu · 7 months

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New writing blog is a go! Hoping to post fairly often but as for a start how does a smutty Tarhos/reader sound? 👀👀

#Deadbydaylight #dbd killer #dbd x reader #dbd survivor #new writer boost #tarhos kovács #tarhos kovacs x reader #dbd the knight #The knight x reader #Dbd killer x reader

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hybristophile-bitch · 9 months

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Aaaaaaahhh finalmente consegui terminar essa imagem 😭😭 linda linda linda amo amo você Danny Johnson amo nosso Ghostface 🤤

#art #anime and manga #fanfic #dbd fanfic #dbd fanart #dbd killer #dbd art #dbd imagine #dbd #ghostface #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #danny jed olsen johnson #digital fanart #dead by daylight fanart #dead by daylight #deadbydaylight

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itsxcowboyrocksteady · 1 year

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Movie Night at Dwight’s (Part 2 of 2)

Pairing: Dwight Fairfield x (GN) Reader

Contents: Smut. Smutty smut smut. Friends to lovers.

Content Warnings + Specifics: Long-ish Story/Post (1,516 words); Bondage, Blindfolding, Edging, Soft Dom Reader (sort of)

Summary: You edge Dwight until you know he’s desperate to feel release and you are more than happy to oblige. Click here to read Part 1.

A/N: I need BHVR to stop playing these games and release a shirtless cosmetic for Dwight. Cowards…

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Hearing you tell him to behave made his heart pound with excitement. “Oh, OK!” was all he could manage to say, sounding somewhat surprised by how much he liked it.

You laugh softly in his ear, and say, “You’re gonna be good for me?”

“Yeah, I’ll be good,” he replies with a nod.

“Good,” you say, trailing your palm down his chest, to his belly, and lower still… Before stopping and placing your hand on the side of his face.

You note that, without meaning to, Dwight makes a small noise when you stop just shy of his dick. You pull him in for a kiss and say, “Was that a sound of protest?”

“What? No! I was just anticipating… Well, um…”

“You wanted me to stroke your dick and you’re disappointed that I didn’t?”

He takes a moment, a bit surprised by your forwardness before he remembers how forward this whole situation is. He laughs at himself, then replies, “Not disappointed, just surprised.”

You smile at him, even if he can’t see it. You’re relieved that he’s this comfortable. As soon as you said it, you were worried that maybe telling him to “behave” might have made him feel self-conscious or anxious. If that had been the case, you would have untied him immediately, even if he told you he was OK to keep going. Seeing him laughing and enjoying the process felt really good.

“Hm… I suppose I’ll let it slide,” you say playfully, making him laugh again.

You place a kiss at his jawline before sucking on his earlobe since you noticed how much he seemed to enjoy you nipping at his ear earlier. You graze your fingertips over one of his nipples, and listen to him moan softly as his body shifts.

“Hey, Dwight,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” he replies.

“I’m going to tease you until you’re about to cum… But I’m not going to let you until I think you deserve to be rewarded for being so good for me. Is that clear?”

He nods his head enthusiastically. He is so ready to be touched. And he’s surprised by how into all of this he is. And, damn, he thought you were hot before, but he feels like you’re going to make him melt now.

You move your hand and start stroking him over the sheet, making him jolt and moan much louder, not expecting you to start so suddenly. He begins to roll his hips, trying to find rhythm with your hand. You let him enjoy himself for a few seconds before you stop moving your hand and take it away altogether. You hear him groan at the sudden lack of friction, and you watch him as his breathing becomes normal again.

“Dwight, I asked you a question,” you say playfully in his ear. “Is that clear?”

“Oh, god, yes!” he replies, shifting slightly as he waits for you to start again.

The sheet is soft and thin, and it allows your fingertips to glide over him easily. At first, you glide them over his shaft again, the pressure light enough that he would feel it, but not enough that he would be truly satisfied with it. Each time he brings his hips up in an attempt to create more friction, you adjust accordingly. He alternates between moans of pleasure and tiny whimpers of desperation when you deny him more. You can tell he’s trying not to complain, and that he’s committed to having this experience play out as it will.

After a couple of breaks to give him time to settle, when you touch him again, you begin to apply just a bit more pressure with your fingertips, followed by a couple of real strokes that make his breath hitch before allowing him to roll his hips against your palm again, until he gets a bit too eager.

“Enjoying yourself so far?” you whisper in his ear after taking your hand away again.

This time, he can’t stop the groan that leaps from his throat. “Yeah,” he replies with another enthusiastic nod.

“Good! I’m having fun, too. But I’m going to give you a minute to cool down. Can’t have you finish just yet, can we?”

He bites his lip. He’s desperate to hit his orgasm, but he wants to be good for you and wait until you let him. Before tonight, something like this wouldn’t have made his list of things he found appealing, but being here with you? God, you really are making him feel so good when you do touch him. And he trusts you to not deny him completely when you said you were going to make him cum.

He suddenly feels your fingertips caress his balls through the sheet, breaking him out of his thoughts. He jolts again at the sensation, his hips bucking upward again before relaxing himself back on the bed. In his head, he begs you to keep going, and start stroking him again with your other hand. He wants you to tear the sheet away so he can properly feel your hands on him. Instead, after what feels like not enough time, you stop touching him again.

“I think I should be rewarded for being so patient, don’t you?” you say.

He doesn’t understand what you mean at first, until he feels the sheet lifting off of him. He gasps and waits to hear what you’re going to say now that you’re actually looking at him.

You’re now sitting upright beside him as you look him over entirely a few times, thoughts turning to static by the full sight of him, tied up and naked, just for you. When you removed the sheet, you noticed his dick, all nice and pink from being teased so much, twitch in anticipation of your touch. You resist the urge, but just barely, to untie him and tell him to fuck you. That can happen later, you tell yourself.

“Fuck… You’re so hot, Dwight,” you finally blurt out. You say it as though it’s an undisputable fact. Like it’s something obvious.

“I’ve never been described as ‘hot’ before,” he says with a laugh in total disbelief.

“I… Just… Damn, Fairfield.”

You see him smile. And you’re glad he seems more confident. You know he’s more confident because that happy smile turns into another smirk before he says, “If you’re having that much fun, may I be so bold and ask you when you will reward me?”

He hears you laugh, before he finally feels your skin directly on him, stroking his dick in long, slow motions. His breath hitches, and he moans out loud before controlling himself back to quieter sounds.

“Hm… I think I’ll maybe let you cool off ten more times?” you lie.

“Oh, god… I don’t think I can survive that long!” he says in between gasps.

“Is that so? Well, then. What should I do about that?”

He’s hoping that means you’ll let him cum, and his hopes get even higher when he feels your pace quicken slightly. Next, he feels your other hand playing with his balls as your pace quickens even further.

“Don’t stop! Please, please don’t stop!” he blurts out, unable to stop himself.

You don’t stop. Instead, he feels you palm cup him, and your fingers making stroking motions directly between his legs, causing another loud moan. As your pace on his dick quickens even more, all sound gets caught in his throat. His body practically shakes, and all of his limbs pull hard against their restraints as he begins to leak precum.

“Is this OK?” you ask to check in.

Still unable to make a sound, he nods.

“Maybe I should stop?” you ask, with no intention of stopping unless he wanted you to.

As he shakes his head no, his breath hitches, and his voice comes back as he whimpers and hits his orgasm hard, spilling cum all over your hand. You stop everything but stroking his dick, slowing down to guide him through his climax. You feel him twitch in your hand as his body relaxes back on the bed, and he tries to catch his breath.

You stop stroking, but keep your hand on him as you lean in to give him soft, sweet kisses at the corners of his mouth.

“I’m gonna go grab a towel, OK?” you tell him.

“Yeah,” he manages to say in little more than a whisper.

You return and clean him off, then undo his restraints. With whatever strength he has, he removes the blindfold and feels around his nightstand for his glasses. You get up to put the towel in the laundry bin and wash up, returning to him as he puts his glasses back on. You get on the bed next to him and snuggle up, his arm wrapping around you.

“You were right,” he says.

“About what?”

“That was so much better than a movie.”

You laugh and hug him a little tighter.

“Do I get to tie you up later?” he asks, chuckling.

“I was hoping you’d ask,” you reply with a grin.

#dead by daylight dwight fairfield #dead by daylight #dbd #deadbydaylight #dwight fairfield #dead by daylight dwight #dead by daylight x reader #dbd dwight fairfield #dwight fairfield x reader #dwight fairfield x you #dwight fairfield x gn!reader

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theyanderespecialist · 2 years

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Photographic Darling (Scenario) Ghostface X Male Survivor Reader

#deadbydaylight #yandere #yanderedeadbydaylight #yandereghostface #deadbydaylightghostface #dbd #ghostface #yanderedbd #ghostfacexmalereader #malereader

[Hello My Sexy Muffins, I am back with another update. This one is a request from Tumblr. About Ghostface x male survivor reader, please Enjoy this chapter!]

(Ghostface)

(Ghostface's POV)

I watch my darling as he struggles to finish a generator. Oh, How I love these times with him. Making it where I could spend my spare time in the trial watching him. All the other survivors in the trial are gone, now it is just me and him. There is no better time than the present. I sneak up on him and jumpscare him.

He pulls back and goes running but I was ready for this tripping him. "Nice try cutie!" I chirp. "I will let you go if you let me take some photos?"

He stared at me shocked while I hold my phone and twirl my knife.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He demands.

"There is the hatch and I have the key! Scored it off the redhead! And there are no other survivors and still three generators!" I tell him. "So if you let me take so many photos of you a couple of them of you shirtless. I will let you use the hatch and give you the key to it~ If you show me your dick and let me take a picture of it I will even lead you to it!"

"You are sick!" He snaps but then looks away and sighed. "Fine!"

I smirked and let him stand up pulling out my phone. "Come one cutie~ show me what you are working with~"

He began to pose and I could tell he did not like this but I am having the best time!

"Now take off the shirt~" I tell him. "Slowly~"

He slowly rolly rolled his shirt off his body and I look at his body. Such a sexy man he is~ "I want to suck on that body of yours~" I comment. "You would love it~"

He looked away and posed some more~

"Now the pants." I say and he drops them and I look and snap some pics of his cock. "Heh~ I love you (Name) and now I can jerk off to you~"

"Just show me to the hatch!" He growls.

"Next time you will have to do more for me~ Maybe even jerk off for me~" I tease.

"There is not going to be a next time." He says.

"Oh we will see about that cutie~" I laugh

He is mine and I am going have so much fun with my photographic Darling~

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy my fuffins~]

#yandere #yandere ghostface #yandere dbd #yandere dead by daylight #yandere scenarios #scenarios #dead by daylight #dead by daylight ghostface #dbd ghostface #dbd #ghostface #ghostface x reader #male reader

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maveras-posts · 2 years

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Miss Me? DBD Ghostface x Reader

Miss Me? 🔪DBD Ghostface x reader🔪

@ghostfacejed @unnerving-presence @horrorgorewhore @spacemanandy @oliviayamaoka @deadlinedaylight @lilokssso @noodlesfics @michaelmyers-isdaddy @deadbydaylight-confessions @woodsboro-horror-club @horrorfixxx @hornsda

WARNING!: Suggestive content, Murder, Stalking, profanity, AFAB reader, violence, Breath play.

Arrow-headed drops shot quickly downwards from the dull, grey sky, it’s tapping emitted an unsettling melody through y/n’s head. The beat beating loud against the windows of the car. “Such a long day…”

She releases a sigh, staring into the light, illuminating red. Tapping the wheel, the light seemed as if it would never change, y/n eyed the time on the radio: 9:30 P.M, the buzzing of her phone snapped y/n from their thoughts, “Strange-who would be calling at this time?”

The screen illuminated the passenger seat, quickly checking the light she turned back to the buzzing “Unknown caller?”

She whispered to themself, quickly declining it, “Fucking robo calls—”

Y/n doesn’t have time to place the phone back before the buzzing continues, annoyed, they answer“Who is this?”

Static surges through their ear until a husk voice steals the volume, “You’re mine.”

“What?” The car behind them blares their horn, y/n frowns pushing the gas pedal.

The voice darkly laughs “I can’t wait to—” y/n cuts in.

“I think you have the wrong number—“ she hangs up and tosses her phone back to the passenger seat, the phone vibrates again “Motherfucker…” they grit their teeth.

“What?” Y/n rolls her eyes.

“Oh y/n~ quite fiery as per usual…” he snickered.

“Ghost?” Y/n cocks her head to the side

“Slow today aren’t we y/n?” Ghostface spits back.

“I thought you left Dann—“ y/n tongue tied.

“Miss me?” Danny chuckles.

“Why now Danny?” Y/n pulls to the side of the road, hand over her mouth.

“I was caught up with work darling~” Danny’s words bittersweet

“I know Danny—but I made time for you…you didn’t have to leave.” Y/n shakes her head.

“Settle down y/n…just hear me out—“ Danny’s voice velvet.

“Two minutes Danny.Two.Minutes.” She snap back.

“Y/n~ I should have told you more about my profession.” Danny tries to collect his thoughts, “ I just didn’t want you to know—“

“Danny, you really think I would have left you?” Y/n shakes her head in disbelief.

“It’s not everyday you meet an artist of my sorts.” His laugh grew more sinister.

“I could have helped—“ y/n falls silent, “Y/n?”

Laughing maniacally y/n continues “Oh Danny—you haven’t been acquainted with my dark side…” cackling uncontrollably y/n is almost brought to tears “It takes one to know one. I always say!”

“You’re so…good” He lets out a sigh “Quite the actress I’ve ever seen~” Danny falls silent, “Where are you love?”

“You already know~” y/n smirks, “I have some business to attend to…” Y/n steps outside, slamming the door shut. “Come find me” she opened the trunk, smiling at her newest masterpiece. “The clock is ticking Ghost~” she hangs up.

“Y/n~” He gave a low moan “You really got a hold on me—” slowly peeking from behind the trees he can see y/n dragging her latest “work” from the trunk. The crinkling of the white pastor bag echoes through the desolate forest.

“Another day, another…creation” she chimes, throwing the victim over her shoulder.

“Damn.” Danny slowly lowers his mask.

“So fucking heavy—” y/n grunts carrying in to a clearing in the dark forest. Danny continued to watch from the shadows in disbelief, keeping a distance between him and y/n. Her h/c shined in the moonlight, as she began her “staging”. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and stepped back to admire her work, smiling to herself as she sang “Isn’t it beautiful?” Turning to the trees behind her, “Ghost~”

“Quite impressive eye for art~” he steps from behind the tree.

Y/n shrugs “What can I say? I have good taste.” She gives a quick up and down, “It would be quite a shame if this went to waste—“ gesturing to the body on the forest floor, surrounded by rose pedals “This DESERVES to be preserved. Don’t you agree, Danny?”

Danny shutters at the scene, pulling his camera out of his robe “My god y/n~”

“Hm?” Y/n cocks her head to the side “What’s wrong? You don’t like it?”

“No it’s not that…it’s just—“

“Just what” y/n’s voice cracks.

“I never would have thought you had this side to you.” He kneels down to examine her job.

“I just didn’t want to look bad—“

“It’s not a bad look at all y/n…it suits you.” He snaps a picture of her victims face.

“Only one photo?” She furrows her brows in confusion.

“There are better things to be doing~” Danny steps closer to y/n, causing her to back into a tree. “I can’t wait to wrap my hands around your pretty little throat.”

“Look forward to it~” y/n winks leaning in the tree.

“No one will hear your screams.” He pins her to the wall by her neck, y/n only giggles in response.

“Welcome to my dark side” y/n choked out smirking, as the pressure began to slowly fade away, replaced by a kiss driven by desire and aggression. Y/n was in for a long night…

AN: Hiya everyone! So I apologize for the inconsistency for posting, but I have been playing DBD and realized I have never touched that side of the fandom and I’ve been obsessed with playing as Ghostface. So I decided to write this lil one shot and I was also thinking of adding Jason & Freddy to my one shots? Hope y��all enjoy and as always, requests are open!

-Mav

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certifiedghostfacelover · 10 months

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DBD Killers as Partners

{Includes: Trapper, Huntress}

I hope you all enjoy! <3

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The Trapper - Evan Macmillian

Oh boy, where to even start with this guy?

He’s a bit... complicated. Being in the Entity’s realm and experiencing torture quite frequently does that to you.

Being in a relationship was something he never really thought about, even before he was taken. It was the furthest thing in his mind.

And then you came along. And well... He started thinking about you a lot... Like... A lot.

Honestly you probably knew. He makes it super obvious in trials.

You’re gonna have to be the one to pursue anything though, and even then, it’s really tough. It’d take a while to even become friends, especially lovers. S/o is going to have to be really patient.

Opening up is really hard for him. It’s not that he hates the idea of being like that, it’s just he THINKS he can’t be like that. His father called him weak pretty much his whole life for experiencing emotions like that, and you two being on two different sides doesn’t really help either

After awhile of being cold and distant, he warms up, but only to you. Don’t expect him to buddy up with other survivors or killers.

He’d like it if you took the lead once you get in a relationship. Man does not know a single thing about dating.

His main way of displaying affection for you in acts of service. He also does a lot of little things for you, even when you don’t notice.

He’s not fond of PDA and he sucks at actually talking to you about his love for you. He’ll still try his best to return your affections if you are touchy person or a sweet talker, but don’t expect anything crazy.

Slightly controversial take, but honestly he’d probably be one of the few killers to spare you in trial if he felt such a way for you. He’s gone against the Entity multiple times in the past, and even if he has to ensure torture from it, he’d be willing to take it for you.

Will also help you out of his beartraps if you’re in trials together. He honestly feels bad about it and doesn’t know how to express it well other than a quiet apology and doing some things for you.

He’s just real tough to crack, but he’s a big softie for you in the end, even if you don’t know.

The Huntress - Anna

Unlike Evan, Anna is super warm to you and makes an effort to show it.

She was instantly smitten with you when you two met. No one in the realm understood that, not even Anna. There was just something about you that was so endearing...

Honestly, her first thought would be to kidnap you or something. But for obvious reasons, she couldn’t quite do that...

So, she tried to win your affections without having to take you. You’d obviously be aware she was so taken with you, so you instantly knew who was leaving you gifts. It ranges from stuff she made (like wood carvings) to random dead flowers she found.

When you two do decide to be in a relationship, she is super affectionate and loving towards you. She’ll try to tell you how much she loves you with the little English she knows, but if she can’t, she’ll make sure you know.

She’s affectionate in front of anyone and everyone in the realm. She might be a bit offended at first if you expressed it didn’t like PDA but would quickly understand.

Oh, definitely sings and hums for you. She’d be honored if you learned a song to sing with her, even if you couldn’t sing.

She probably gets jealous pretty easily. She sees you as hers, and just hers. She gets possessive of you, even to the Entity.

She probably went against the Entity in the beginning when it came to hurting you, but it sort of forced her hand when it showed just how much stronger it was. So... Sorry S/o :(

She really doesn’t want too though. So... She’ll go super easy on you. Oh... Did she miss you? That was totally not on purpose!

And when she does have to sacrifice you, she’ll make it up to you in any way she can. You can literally ask for anything and she’d probably do it.

Super sweet lady to you... Just a bit deadly to others <3

#dead by daylight x reader #deadbydaylight x reader #dbd x reader #x reader #trapper x reader #evan macmillan x reader #huntress x reader #dbd x you #gender nuetral reader #dbd headcanons #dbd imagines

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shewantsblood · 4 years

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I’ve had this photo saved to my gallery for the longest time and I recently found it, so I drew Danny over it. Idk, I’m bored

#dbd ghostface #dbd #danny johnson x reader #danny jed olsen johnson x reader #jed olsen x reader #deadbydaylight #deadbydaylight x reader #ghostface #danny ‘jed olsen’ johnson #jed olsen #danny johnson

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smemento · 2 years

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Hello ! Mind if I request Michael , Herman , frank , and Danny falling in love with the new survivor ? It could be a first look thing or an action she did / comment she made that made them just 😳

Slashers Being in Awe (/Falling in Love) with the New Survivor.

Content Tag(s): Weird, Violence (Ofc), (Horror), Suggestive. Be wary because these guys are all really odd in this. Especially because you got their attention. :)

(Would you call this like... yandare behavior? I don’t know much about that ahaha. )

Paring(s): (The Shape) Michael Myers || (The Doctor) Herman Carter || (The Legion) Frank Morrison || (The Ghostface) Danny Johnson (x GN!Reader, Separately)

((Reader is pretty badass in this imo))

A/N: Hello hello! Thank you for this request <3! I actually had a lot of fun writing this as I got to write these Slashers more in character!,,, I hope you, along with everyone else enjoys this! (I hope no one minds me writing the reader as GN, pronouns weren’t really used in this writing anyway so :,))

SLASHERS.

Michael Myers. “Gnaw.”

The smell of wood had poisoned your nostrils, causing you to wake up with a rough start of coughs and an itchy nose. It took a while to get fully comfortable with yourself, only processing that you were in some weird- barn. (Coldwin Farm).

Despite always believing you should never explore a place you don’t know, you allowed yourself to walk about. Your shoes shuffling against the ‘loud’ ground as your hands graze around, feeling as if your feet would give out from this tension building in your chest.

It was a feeling that resembled the hearing of bad news, where your throat tightened and your heart sunk to your stomach... The feeling becoming horridly venomous as you entered this field. The wheat scratching against parts of your skin and face

That feeling pissed you off and made you pause to itch at your face with frustration, feeling like some sort of dog with a sudden itch to your ear.

That comparison only fitting whilst you instinctively perk up at a noise. Your chin raising a bit as your head turned to the sound, just to get a better listen... It was a second of you glancing over your shoulder when you caught a glimpse of-... it. That being a pair of voids staring at you, contrasted by the pale face that was paired with it.

Still not gathering that you were not- in fact in the ‘normal realm,’ you felt... anger bubble through your body. Boiling within moments of being put on heat as you turn, glaring at the mask.

“What the hell are you staring at?”

The snappy tone was louder then you expected. But you didn’t care. Your jaw clenching to a point you thought you would bare your teeth like an animal. The opposing person didn’t seem to react to your tone. At least that’s what you thought.

Michael was truthfully taken aback by this scrawny humans tone to him... It made him feel as if he was being challenged to a fight of dominance. (Which he was.) And the way they just stood there, glaring at him with those violent eyes.

It pissed him off.

He took it upon himself to make the first move, his hand sweeping in the air to collide with their throat. His fingers sliding around it and lifting them into the air, showing their form off to the sun to get a better look of those animalistic eyes.

Michael didn’t even know what was happening even as he watched their mouth open further, their chin slipping from his usual firm grip to lower and-

bite.

A muffled noise of agony left him as he dropped them, pulling his hand back to focus on his palm... His eyes widening to see what had happened to him.

... Little shapes of teeth had marked his hand, the fangs of their teeth cutting into his skin a bit and causing him to bleed... The survivor bit him... They BIT him. They drew blood from it... They weren’t scared of being rough (aggressive to survive.)...

The sight of his hand even slightly mangled made his breathing heave and his chest tighten as he frantically looks around for the little thing. This was excitement. This was the feeling he got when he got to play with his obsessions at the endgame. But it was even more intoxicating. Even more EXCITING.

If he wasn’t the way he is, he would probably be manically laughing as he started chasing after those scratch marks. Chasing after his new favorite thing. You.

Needless to say, even with being given different obsessions during trials with you, he’d make it a point to have a good chase during your trials. All the survivors noticed that he had grown something towards you as you run through the place with him on your tail. (As he got faster when doing chases with you.) They knew he could easily swing at your back and knock you to the ground in half of your chases, but he didn’t.

They also noticed how heavy his breathing had gotten, he would always be louder the moment he started stalking you. That being your cue to get a head start and begin the long chase of cat and mouse... He hasn’t been able to get his hands on you since the day you met, as it feels as if his body is restricting him from doing so. Or your simply just too slippery for him to catch, he even becoming a little wary with how to reach out to you as he knows you won’t hesitate to bite...

The day he gets his hands on you though.

Whether it be by luck or his own will power. Who knows what’ll happen... Michael has thought about it but oh, there is so many possibilities. So... so many...

Herman Carter. “Chills.”

You’ve hated doctors since you were a child. They were creepy and all... pretty weird. At least in your experience. They just had that weird stuff going on with them, the big reason you stopped visiting any type of doctor when you actually had your own freedom to do so.

That being said, it was completely understandable with the amount of fear you felt waking up in some sort of medical facility type of place. It made you feel disgusted to even wake up in one of the beds and you gave yourself a sort of pat down when you stood up.

You ended up encountering this random machine in a hall, it was slightly moving and sparking. Something was urging you to- fix (?) it. The fabric of your attire pulling to your palms as you reach into into the machine, turning your face away to avoid the sparks hitting your face as you turn some stuff around.

You messed up more times then you’d like to count and it three of the nobs had started squeaking by the time you removed your hands to review the damage. The flesh being sore and sensitive and truthfully just unbearable as you tried to find a way to ease the pain.

It was random when you were suddenly being chased by a glowy eyed creep.

Herman stumbled upon you by pure accident. He was actually on the hunt for that loud witch, as her screams of pain were getting a bit too annoying for his liking. As much as he enjoys putting others in pain, he doesn’t like their screams echoing through his halls and disorienting him of where they were exactly, and those stupid blue totems.

Why was she even touching his totems anyway?! He spent a lot of time to get those precious things that makes sure he has a great run. After all he had moried one of them (David) and had another bleeding out on hook right now (Felix).

Walking down a hall with another shock of his palm, a scream filled the air and he had turned the corner. Seeing the unfamiliar human experiencing his lovely shocks. And by the looks of it, they never experienced this before. Herman would’ve probably been able to get closer to his new specimen for a better look if he didn’t allow his laughter to come out and alert them.

The chase was pretty fun. The sounds of those annoying and repeatable screams being covered and repainted by these new ones. He didn’t even notice the crows alerting him of the unhooking of Felix. Too enthralled by running this round about and charging up his shock to listen to the pitches of their screams. On how which velocity would change the pitch more then the other, or which one hurt them more as some have a high tolerance for his super charged shocks.

But every single shock made a different noise. Nothing was the same. None of your screams were the same. It was amazing to the doctor. How one specimen could make so many noises and still sound different each ‘test.’

He finally allowed himself to catch up to you, cornering you to be able to tower over you. Allowing his eyes to scan over everything that he could pick from you and your tired person. Herman was needled to say very shocked (pun intended) when a force hit his chest. Light tingles of unfamiliar but familiar bolts being sent lightly through his chest. It made his back muscles tremble with a light laugh.

He got shocked by you, formed by the sleeves of your wool sweater.

The chills that was sent through him made him feel weird. No survivor has ever tried to shock him, nonetheless make a little ‘defib’ with their own attire to try to make him back off.

“Do it again.”

He cackled down at the survivor. It was such a small feeling. But it felt like an after effect of lightning and thunder. The bolts of lightening that flashed through his body then screamed in thunder. He NEEDED to know how you did it. How a surviovr like yourself found such a easy mechanism to bring him in this odd state. How. How how.

Felix and Mikaela had came to your rescue after they patched each other up at one of the blessed totems. They met to see you being corned by the Doctor, his large hand holding your wrists to force your hands against his chest. You looked like you were about to cry any second.

Felix was luckily able to drop down a flashbang without the doctor noticing and drag you out the moment it blinded him. He was very greatful that Leon taught him how to make those things for moments like these. (Not like this really, as no one would expect the doctor to corner someone like that and not beat them down for a easy mori/hook.) --The three of you escaped with adrenaline rushing through you. The doctors shocks hitting the heels of your feet and making goosebumps shrill through your body. But neither of them stopped, nor let you go until you escaped.

Needless to say, everyone learned that YOU needed to be kept away from the doctor around the third trial you had with him. You were thrown in with Dwight, Claudette, and David this time around. That creep was quick to shock everyone to get them insane before dropping into a chase with you... As Herman knew it’d get annoying if they kept ruining his moment of his high if they tried to take his hits (even though he calculated his swings to miss.) David tended to be the first to become sane again quite often during that trial though and suddenly swoop you out of the chase to a sharp turn or Dead Hard past the doctor. (...You were very apologetic when you could only watch David get moried by the doc...)

Frank Morrison. “Uppercut.”

There was no second for you to process anything before you were being chased by this weird running and masked person. You were hurtling over windows and these- weirdly made pallets. This made you feel like a gazelle, jumping about as a hungry lion roared behind it.

After running what felt like miles, seeing some unfamiliar faces peeking around some random places covered in blood and whatnot. You grew exhausted and jumped your last window with a heavy stumble. The chaser had taken a round route for some reason but it didn’t matter, as he was gonna get a good slash if you didn’t move...

Which, your instincts took over.

Fight or flight.

You chose to fight.

Your first swinging in an upward motion to connect to the quickly approaching jaw.

Frank didn’t know what happened, nor did the other survivors. (Meg, Bill, Jill.)

You had uppercut-ted the slasher and successfully knocked out the speedy devil. That seemed to had been the only power you had left in yourself too as you fell to the ground after him, back thrashing against the wood as you sharply gasp for breath.

The survivors, despite being shocked knew it’d be best to get everyone out there as quickly as possible. As even if it knocked him out, it’d only leave him like that for so long... Who knows how angry he’ll be when he wakes up and processes what happens too.

Jill was the one to be teamed up with you as the other two split up to work on a gen as well. The woman had said she would protect you as you gain your energy back (if possible) after that good chase. It was quite obvious you were struggling to even understand her as you were using the generator as a form of support as you catch your breath.

-It was a good six, calm minutes before Frank woke up though and a familiar yell of BIll echoed through the field. Frank seemed to have been yelling too, screaming something along the lines of “GET OUT THE WAY OLD MAN,” “WHERE ARE THEY?!” Or - something like that... (It was totally something like that.)

Of course was Frank was boiling from being knocked out (molly wopped) by someone in his long history of being a killer. Yes, people fought back but god damn no one ever hit him that hard and crushed his dreams so quickly. It honestly crushed his ego. (But he also thought it was really cool when he was able to calm down. Like?? God damn, hit him again- just not as hard so he can cherish the feeling.)

Frank honestly talked about it to the others. Even if its generally embarrassing to be hit, but practically get your ass handed to by a new survivor, its something he can boast about. It just means it’ll be a fun thing to deal with for everyone. At least in his opinion (and many others.) As its always fun to actually have a fight with someone other then David or possibly Ash.

...Frank kinda gets heart eyes with you though. Its cool to have someone that can stand up for themselves while being chased.

Danny Johnson. “Your It.”

Would you really ever see yourself playing hide and seek with some murderer. No. Were you currently doing that right now? Yes. And you wren’t ashamed of it, as it was obvious he was having trouble pinpointing where you were.

He got in chase with you a couple minutes of you waking up, it was an exciting one, he really loves moring new people. You had a cute face too, it’d be the main piece of his shrines. Danny had so many plans of the different photos he could get of you upon first meeting once he get his hands on you...

That was until you disappeared around a corner and he couldn’t find you anywhere. The crows weren’t being a big help either. As they’d call him around a corner and nothing was there. No scratch marks, no ruined totem, no survivor. No You. Nothing. So he stopped crouching and stalking around to actually just speed walk everywhere. His head on a swivel.

Danny could practically feel his heart stop as arms wrapped around him, meeting a reflection of glass to see the figure he was hunting down. A sly smile painted on their lips as they also looked in the reflection.

“Oh no, Mr. Ghostface... Don’t kill me, I want to be in the sequel.”

Ah. No wonder you were messing with him... You knew who he was. And you obviously thought of something of him. (You obviously have some sort of.... never mind I’m not gonna point out the obvious >_>.)

So, instead of being like the rest of when they first were thrown into a trial with a killer. Run away and survive. You wanted to actually play a game with him. Show him that you could get away from him as much as you want but also sneak up on him, a skill hes worked on for years of his life. In and out of this realm... You’re showing off.

Good.

He didn’t want his sudden liking to you to be for nothing and you end up being boring.

Danny allowed you to have your fun with him in your arms, he could easily overpower you right now, even without the boost of the entity, But he didn’t. He wants to cherish this moment and mentally picture it whenever he wishes as solid as it is in this moment.

“Then you better start running... I’ll even give you a head start, sweetheart.”

The star Ghostface had a lovely smile under that mask as you were quick to slip away. Taking your warmth with you and disappearing as easily as he does when hes stalking his victims. He knew you didn’t need a headstart, it’d just put him more of a disadvantage. But hey... He loves games. Especially with ones he now NEEDS photos of.

(Ion think I gotta say much for this one. :D *dances away.*)

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