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heyy, i just wanted to ask if you could wite something? If no its okay! Its about Y/n being aggresive towards killers, like she hit them kick or bite. And if it could be Frank Morrison x Y/n? (ANDDD if you could do something like they hate eachother? They always fight and insult eachoth) (sorry for bad annglish)
yes. just yes. i’m going to do a headcanons list instead of a whole entire fic just because it’s easier and i have a toby fic i’m working on :3 i hope this suffices …
Frank Morrison x Aggressive!Reader
He downs you first, but you’re like a little worm on the ground.
Kicking and screaming and howling like your life depended on it. (it did.)
He found it hard to pick you up, with all the wiggling and such.
Once he had you on his shoulder, you fucking bit him.
He dropped you.
Hard.
While you were on the ground and he was clutching his shoulder, you managed to move into a different position and kick him.
Right in the back of the knee.
He dropped to his knees and stared at you with such intensity it made your skin burn up
Frank sat on you and held you down by your throat
The whole time you’re trying to bite his hands or shove a knee into his back.
He’s shouting about something, you being fucking stupid and to just die
You were screeching and screaming at the top of your lungs
And then you remembered you do have arms! Use them!
You brought your arms up and started to (pitifully) smack him upside the head.
Eventually you landed one good smack and whacked his mask off.
You both stopped moving.
His eyes were wide
So were yours
He was so pissed. You knew you fucked up.
Frank flipped you over and shoved your face into the ground.
He just held you there and watched you suffocate on the dirt and rocks from the ground.
You of course weren’t going to take this shit, so you started trying to wiggle and kick your way out of his grasp
Oh!
You did it!
You lunged at Frank and shoved him backwards onto the ground, hitting at his chest and leaning in for a bite on the face or neck every time you felt he was getting ahead of you.
This bitch was so mad
He pulled your hair and you pulled his right back
If you had visible piercings, he’d try to grab and pull on them
You bit his hands
Eventually he shoved you off and just started dragging you by the hair to an exit
He wanted you gone so bad
Before he shoved you out the hatch, you got one more bite in.
But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love the excitement you brought to a match.
It almost made him miss you
But he wasn’t like that. No.
Every time he sees you in a match, he knows he’s up for a fight
warnings; smoking, shotgunning, fluff with sexual references and not proofread :3
summary; jeff not so nicely barges in your room for a midnight smoke. You give in and smoke alongside him. Fluff but it gets semi-sexual. I wrote this at 1 in the morning and it was too long for me to add actual fucking. If you guys hype this up enough I’ll write a part two where they ACTUALLY fuck.
You were sitting in your room, minding your own business. It was a late night, probably around midnight. The whole house was silent, everyone asleep in their own rooms. Or so you thought. The knock at your door startled you, making you jump and look over to the door. You stayed silent, and so did the person on the other side. But you sighed and decided to get up. You should’ve pretended to be asleep.
Upon opening your door you saw the last person you wanted to see this late at night. Jeffrey. You had honestly debated slamming the door in his face and going back to your bed, but something felt different. He looked calmer, nicer. He seemed it too. Since you opened your door he hasn’t tried to make a single snide comment. Surprising for him. Still, you didn’t let him in quite yet, leaning against the doorframe and glaring.
“Can I help you?” Your words sounded more bitter than you intended, grimacing internally. He did not answer you, instead going to push past you into your room. He took position on your bed, sitting upright. He looked at you and patted a spot on the bed beside him, beckoning you over. You groan, close your door, and move to sit beside him.
Once you’ve sat down, he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He pulls two, avoiding the one cigarette in the pack that he’s flipped upside-down. He calls it his lucky. Smokes it last. Jeff discarded the box of cigarettes onto your bed, instead digging back in his pocket to find a lighter. It was something Nina had given him, so it was pink and flashy. He lit both cigarettes and passed you yours, then took his in between his lips.
It wasn’t often that you two were caught together. You mostly spent time alone. Arguing. Bickering. But that wasn’t special to you. He argued with everyone. So seeing him so quiet made you arguably more tense than if he was running his mouth. You finally brought the cigarette up to your mouth, inhaling deeply and holding it for a moment before the release. You had to try to not cough. You hadn’t smoked in a while. You figured now was a good time to ask what he had come for.
“Did you want something? You don’t usually come looking for me, y’know. Need a favor?”
Jeff grunted and took another deep inhale of his own cigarette. You were beginning to regret letting him light them in here, your room would be sticky and smokey after this. Jeff breathed out his smoke and looked towards you, some kind of look on his face. It was a mix between smugness and something you couldn’t quite read.
“Yeah, actually. Jack is crashing in my room tonight. He said he had a surgical experiment go wrong in his room. Said he couldn’t sleep there tonight. Big mess.” He cut off his own sentence, sticking his cigarette back between his lips. This allowed you a moment to speak.
“So what are you saying? You want to sleep here? In my room? In my bed?” You practically laughed at the idea, a look of disbelief and some kind of humor painted across your face. Jeff just nodded. Oh.
“Oh. Well, fuck. I mean-…I guess? That’s fine. Just for tonight though, right?”
He nodded softly again. Jeff glanced at his shortening cigarette, then back at you. It seemed like some kind of switch flipped on in his brain. He leaned in closer to you, making you lean backwards uncomfortably.
“I wanna try something.” And he didn’t let you respond. He took a fat drag of his cigarette, not inhaling. Jeff reached up and cupped your cheek, sticking his thumb in your mouth to open it up. Then he pushed close to your face, almost mouth to mouth. You were honestly turning a little red. Much to your dismay. Finally, the tension eased as he opened his mouth and allowed his tongue to push the smoke out of his mouth, letting it be inhaled by you.
The secondhand smoke was much harsher than the initial drag would be, so you only inhaled about half before you had to pull away to cough in the other direction. It burned your lungs, your throat feeling as if it would jump out of your body. Your eyes watered and made tears pill at the corners, threatening to spill if you coughed any more.
Jeff cocked his head and stared at you. He felt pity, disgust, many things. But there was something else. Admiration. After all, you still allowed him to shotgun for you even when you probably knew you couldn’t hold it. His lip pulled up on one side into some sort of half smile as he leaned forward to interrupt your coughing with a soft kiss.
You of course, didn’t expect that. But you didn’t pull away. You couldn’t even tell if you wanted to. When he saw that you weren’t going to pull away, he allowed himself to deepen the kiss. Your entire figure softened and your hands relaxed, not remembering you had a lit cigarette in your hand. The tip of your cigarette touched your opposite arm, making you yelp and pull back while you glanced down at the residual red mark. Jeff frowned at you and took your cigarette out of your hand, snuffing it out on his own arm.
You watched him press it against his white skin, the burn turning a small portion red. You looked up at him, staring with an expression that screamed “Why the fuck would you do that.” He just looked at you and shrugged gently, smiling softly.
“We match.” Jeff discarded both cigarette butts to the the table that sat beside your bed, careful to not allow either of the searing hot tips touch your wooden table. He was being kind and it was strange. Maybe it was just because he was late, maybe he was high. God knows. Whatever it was, it was nice.
He looked back at you with some kind of light in his eyes, the most that you’ve seen since you’ve been stuck up in this “mansion”. It made you want to kiss him again. So that’s what you did. You slid your hands up his face and laid them to rest on his cheeks, careful not to touch his scars. You liked them just fine, you just knew he was insecure about them.
You looked at him for reassurance, and he leaned in and allowed you to kiss him. As you kissed him, your hands moved back and slipped into his hair. The feeling of soft, yet greasy hair filled your touch. His scent was something of smoke and musk. It was attractive. Your hands began to unconsciously play with his hair, almost roughly coiling into it. He grunted softly and repaid the favor, his hands finding their way into your soft locks. He tugged softly which made you moan into the tender kiss.
Jeff pushed you back into the bed and positioned himself above you, in between your legs. The makeout session began to get more heated and rough, the hands in each others hair gripping more tightly and more precisely. There was meaning in this kiss now. Something more than a late night fling. It was filled with passion and comfort. But that wasn’t enough.
You bit Jeff’s lower lip which made him groan, biting back at yours harder. Your breath was hitching now, heart rate beginning to elevate. Jeffrey was the first one to pull away from the kiss, and his breathing matched yours. Quickened. He licked his lips and looked down at your neck, immediately going down to press sloppy kisses and licks to the sensitive area. You shuddered and moaned under your breath, wrapping your legs around Jeff’s torso.
It was a bit of a funny angle since he was above you, but you didn’t care. You felt so good, so right. Nothing else mattered. The tenderness was continued for only a short period of time. The gentle kisses ended as he bit down into your neck, beginning to suck a deep bruise into the skin. Your legs tightened around his waist as you muttered his name, nails clawing at the back of his shirt.
How badly you wanted more. You had been deprived of this contact for so long that even this had your brain powered into overdrive. How badly you wanted to beg him, please, please, more. But you didn’t. You didn’t want to risk the chance of losing this connection you already had. So you bit your lip and kept the silence.
Jeff sucked at least three hickeys into your tender skin, pulling back and looking down at his handiwork. You could practically hear his heartbeat. It was fast, faster than yours. He was panting too, whether it be from arousal or lack of oxygen from sucking at your neck for so long was a mystery. But he didn’t progress. You knew he wanted to, and you wanted to as well. But you both knew that it was better to stop now before you got in too deep.
He wriggled himself free from your legs and laid down beside you. You both stared at the ceiling, but you moved first, flipping to lay on your side, facing away from him. You could hear a noise of displeasure from him, but then you felt the bed move. You waited patiently for something to happen, and you got what you wanted. He had moved so he could spoon you, arm going to wrap around your waist in a hug.
You knew this wouldn’t last. So you took it in while you could now. Even if he had just got you so pent up. And you could feel he was too, his more than half hard boner prodding into your ass. Maybe you’d help him with that later. But for now you relished in the feeling of being held.
You fell asleep first. Jeff just made sure you stayed asleep. Once he was absolutely sure you wouldn’t wake up, he pressed a kiss to the back of your head before cuddling closer to your warm body, falling asleep in the comfort of your bed.
this felt important but i needed you guys to know. i write ghostfrank. not only do i slip into creepypasta shit but i love dead by daylight.
i am literally begging you to come into my ask box and ask for actually anything. ghostfrank, creepypasta, x reader, whatever the fuck you want i don’t CARE just send me something please
my boyfriend is getting surgery in the morning and i’ll be needing something to distract myself, so genuinely fucking please send me things to write
my writing no - nos
not much. tbh. i really like writing everything.
scat is a no though. piss is on the table as is gore
very specific asks, i like vague questions so i can come up with stuff
more femme leaning readers (i’ll still do them!! just more hesitant :) i like AFAB ftm readers/characters though. in my mind, frank morrison is ftm <3)
any character that isn’t 18+ (ben drowned, sally, suzie (dbd) and lazari) i don’t age up characters sorry womp womp
sexual age regression (i’ll write agere! just sfw :) )
oc inserts (for now anyways) i’m always scared i’ll get the characterization of the oc wrong lmfao
anything i didn’t mention is on the table. yes, this includes (and is not limited to,) non-con / dub-con, gore, force, extremely dark situations, kidnapping, luring, hostage situations, public, shame, oshimori/piss, omegaverse, yandere, stalking, feet (even you guys can stay), humiliation and more
holy shit guys … sorry for the wild fucking hiatus … but i’m back and i am stronger than ever with so much motivation to write 🙏
i’m going to work on a better format for writing so i look cooler, i just figured out how to do this so it’ll help in the long run i think
anyways on with the post :3
fanfiction galore i wanna write fanfucktion
Creepypasta;
jeff the killer
eyeless jack
brian thomas / hoody
tim wright / masky
ticci toby
i’m taking other suggestions for some reason i’m having name brain fart oops
Dead By Daylight;
danny johnson / jed olsen / the ghostface
frank morrison / the legion
other suggestions too cause it’s fun
yayayayaya send me asks i’ll do whatever (get weird and gross and gruesome i’ll literally write whatever. get freaky!!!) since it’s gay month i’ll be writing more bxb or ftm reader but i guess i’ll cater to ladies …
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if you followed me from my other post ,,, nuh uh !! welcome to my blog ;) i’m brian and this is a character blog for slenders proxies. specifically Brian and Hoody, but i can take asks for Tim and Toby too.
How this works is you send in an ask for one of the characters, label it! if you don’t i’ll assume it’s for Brian. I’ll respond in character !! how fun is that?
You can ask me anything! Just no NSFW asks or overly weird ones, please. Other than that, i’m very open to asks outside of the normal creepypasta range!
some things to know about my brian/hoody
they are two different people!
both are 34 years of age
very different personalities, almost opposites of one another.
brian talks more than hoody. he likes to elaborate on things quite a lot.
brian is a fan of technology, as shown in totheark.
hoody is more old knowledge, where as brian knows a lot more about updated things.
brian loves dad jokes.
hoody likes darker jokes.
brian loves tim !! hoody doesn’t.
hoody is indifferent to masky. brian is scared of him but friendly
hoody reaches out less and brian likes to try and find friends
learn more by sending me asks !! ;)
that’s all for now! first non anonymous ask gets a present (i have no idea what it’ll be. ugh ! i’ll find out. maybe a short 500 word fic of your choice … we will talk.)
