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please do a part 2 to some whore where danny and the reader finally meet up outside the trial and the reader gets the real deal🙏🙏
A million years later... 😭
Medical issues and finals week in college got me good which is why this was so delayed. I'm finally getting back into the swing of things thankfully so expect some more one-shots to be posted this week.
As always AFAB and GN povs will be available on patreon later today.
Contains: AMAB Reader, Hand jobs, Fingering, Anal, Dom Danny, Light Somnophilia, Wet Dreams, Lightly Edited
Time was a loose concept in the entity’s realm. Life, if you could call it that, moved too fast with trials and endless nights, leaving both survivors and killers disoriented with no real way to keep track of whether it was day or night. All you knew for sure was that it had been forever since you last had a run-in with Ghostface. Your fingers trailed over the 11 scratch marks you’d carved into the wall of your cabin by your bed so you wouldn’t forget just how many trials it's been.
“Fucking ay-” You groaned, frustrated, flipping your body away from the wall. Digging your palms into your eyelids lightly, you tried to will your thoughts away. You hated how much you felt like a whore counting down each trial till you got to meet the masked killer again.
How could you not obsess over the man, though? Sexual encounters in the entity’s realm were rare, especially with how scattered the survivors were outside of trials, only really together when around the fire. Even that was risky, though, since the killers were attracted to the bright light whenever they happened to stalk by the supposed sanctuary. Each survivor’s cabin was scattered somewhere in the woods, too far to make walking over for a quick chat an easy feat. Especially with the killers stalking around trying to get an after-hours score.
Staring at the wall, you try to pry your mind from your recent obsession. With nothing else to do, you roll over on your bed, closing your eyes, hoping to get some shut-eye before the entity throws you into a fresh round of hell. Sleep slowly dragged you under, your eyes fluttering closed…
Soft sounds escaped your parted lips. Your breath ghosting over the mask mere inches from your face. The killer looming above you had his body pressed flush against you. His hips ground down in a slow rhythm against your own half-hard length that was straining against the confines of your pants. Gloved hands slowly trailed down your sides, taking a moment to toy with the waistband of your jeans before letting his hands explore below the waistline. Leather-clad fingers dug into your rear end, kneading the flesh there while using the extra leverage to grind his hips down against your clothed sex harder. The friction made your stomach churn as needy moans ghosted past your lips.
“I’m barely touching you, and you're moaning so sweetly for me.” Ghostface purred, chuckling softly. A gloved finger ghosted your entrance, feeling the ring of muscles contract before pulling away completely. Before you could protest at the sudden lack of sensation in your dream, the fingers nudging at your lips felt a little too real…
Fingers nudged past your lips before surging forward. Gagging suddenly, you try to sit up before you can get far, though Ghostface's free hand clamps around your neck, sending the back of your head back into the mattress. “I was gonna wake you up nicely, for the record.” Choking around the digits, Danny thrusted his leather-clad fingers in and out of your mouth, running the digits over your tongue. The saliva pooling in your mouth made fast work of slicking the man’s fingers. "Just look at that,” Danny cooed as he watched your flushed face contort as you gag around his digits. “If ya enjoy drooling on my fingers so much, I got something thicker I can stuff in your mouth,” Danny teased crudely, but he made no move to readjust as he continued to watch his fingers slide between your slicked lips. You averted your eyes from the masked man above you, feeling his gaze burning into you as he obsessively watched saliva bubble around the corners of your mouth as he continuously fucked into your throat with his leather-clad fingers. Ghostface was transfixed as a bead of drool rolled out of the corner of your mouth. He smeared the saliva onto your face with his thumb as he hummed approvingly. Delivering a harsh thrust into your throat, Danny chuckled lowly as you sputtered around the digits one last time. Danny yanked his fingers free of your mouth, watching the string of saliva that trailed from your lips to the tip of his fingers. The sound of your uneven breathing was music to Danny’s ears.
Not giving you time to recover, his hand found its way back to your ass, his fingers prodding the tight ring of muscles before pressing forward. Ghostface sank two fingers into you suddenly, his body looming over yours. Danny curled his fingers inside of you, scissoring you open until his third knuckle was flush with your entrance. The killer didn’t wait long to start pumping his digits in and out of you, feeling as your body tensed beneath him, your breathing hitching. The killer savored the small sounds that fell from your lips when he brushed against that bundle of nerves inside of you. “Just look at you,” Danny laughed out his words husky and dripping with arousal as he loomed over you like a predator toying with his prey. “Taking my fingers so well,” Ghostface murmured, his face mere inches from your ear. Soft moans left your mouth as Danny pumped his fingers in and out of your tight entrance. He worked you open till his digits were slipping in and out of you with ease. Choking on your moans, you suddenly gripped his forearms as he nudged against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you again his fingers rubbing over that sensitive spot in tight circles. “Shit-” You gasped out suddenly.
“There we go,” Ghostface murmured, sounding pleased with himself. He wasted no time abusing that spot. The masked man aimed every sharp thrust to brush against the sensitive bundle of nerves. The killer took his time savoring the sounds falling from your barely parted lips. Each sound spurred the killer on, his fingers pumping into you faster till you were squirming beneath him. You felt your stomach churn and Danny’s name on the tip of your tongue. Before you could speak his name, your hips twitching from the stimulation, he pulled his hands away, making quick work of stripping your lower half, pulling your pants and briefs down in one swift motion.
Your face met the mattress as Ghostface flipped you over easily. His hands gripped your hips and pulled them up to meet his groin. He ground against your rear, pressing his hard length against your exposed ass. The cabin air bit at your skin making goosebumps raise along your arms from the cold. Ghostface’s hand wandered from your waist, trailing up the center of your back, pushing up your shirt. The fabric bunched above his fingertips as he hungrily watched more of your back inching into view before he fully slipped off your top.
Leaning back for a second, Ghostface slipped off his gloves, throwing them aside. One hand reached up to grip the back of your neck, his nails digging into the soft skin of your nape. He languidly dragged his fingers down the column of your spine, leaving thin raised marks on your skin. The man took his time enjoying the way the mark looked adorning your skin. His hands found your hips, gripping the skin there, enjoying the way the flesh dipped under his fingertips. Danny pulled you back till he slotted his hard length between your ass leaving no room between the both of you. Looming over you, his uneven breath fanned over the nape of your neck. “Ya ready?” His words were spoken quietly as he rutted against you, his tip brushing against your entrance maddening as he rocked his hips against you. The feeling of Danny’s tip catching on your hole before popping back out had small sounds leaving your lips as the killer’s hand splayed on your back kept you from pushing back to impale yourself on him.
As soon as “Yes,” slipped past your lips, he was pressing forward, pulling your hips back to meet him until he was fully sheathed inside of you. Lips and teeth connected with the nape of your neck, stinging briefly before being soothed by the killer’s tongue over and over until your neck was littered with bite marks and hickies. The sound of skin slapping and labored breathing filled your run-down cabin. Creaking sounded off matching the rhythmic rocking of Ghostface’s hips as he slammed into you, thrusting into you at different angles until you were gasping. Your hole spasming around him. Once he found your sweet spot, he wasted no time abusing it, eating up every pleasured sound that slipped past your lips.
The man barely gives you time to breathe as his kisses start to feel more like bites, his hands turning harsher as he gropes at you until your skin stings pleasantly. Danny had been waiting for this for just as long as you had, and he was starting to find himself getting lost in the feeling of being buried inside you. Every sharp moan and sob from your lips spurred him on as he pistoned into you, not letting up even as your legs shook, threatening to send your hips falling forward onto the mattress. One of his hands gripped your hip, keeping your hips raised, while his other hand snaked down to your groin, where Danny ran his fingers along your neglected length. The light brush of his fingers against your length had your hands fisting the bedding by your head as you anticipated more. His touch firmed as his fingers wrapped around the base of your cock before his wrist began pumping up and down your length. His thumb circled your tip every time his hand brushed against your head. Danny used your pre cum as lube, his hand gliding easily along your twitching length as the heat in your stomach tightened like a coil threatening to snap. Your cries turn from pleasure to overwhelm as Danny keeps up his bruising pace. Your walls gripped him like a vice, trying to pull him in every time he pulled out. A shocked moan flies past your lips when the hand resting on the nape of your neck slides up. His fingers lace into your hair, gripping firmly at the nape of your neck, yanking your back flush against his chest as you arch away from the bed.
When Ghostface finally came, he slumped over while burying himself fully into you. The man took his time grinding deeply into you fucking his release deeper into you while you spasmed around him. Slowing down gradually, the man rode out the last of his high before sinking inside of you. He stayed on top of you, his weight keeping you pinned to the mattress. You felt every shift the killer made as he readjusted his head, now resting on the pillow next to you. The hand that was fisting your hair relaxed against your scalp before his thumb began moving in soothing circles. “Looks like someone thoroughly enjoyed that,” Danny teased before delivering a shallow thrust. The feeling of him grinding against your prostate was overwhelming. He chuckled as you whined, squirming and failing to get away from his hips as he stayed nestled fully in you. “Shh, don't run away. I'm done…” Danny said as he settled back to lying on top of you before adding, “for now.” You knew by his tone that he wasn't joking, and you were more than looking forward to it.
hey can u do one shot for Bo Sinclair with internalized homophobia and pent up sexual repression, hating himself for falling for a male s/o and the s/o catches on and comforts him? thanks bud.
Contains: Internalized Homophobia, Hurt/Comfort, Pre Relationship, Fluffy Good Times, Drinking, Drunk Reader, Smitten Bo, Lightly Edited
Bo didn’t know why he kept you around- well, he knew, but he’d rather take a bullet straight to his groin before he’d admit, even to himself. “What’cha brooding around for?” Your voice was deep and raspy, a cigarette burning between your fingers, and one of his beers in your other hand. He should’ve been furious. Another man was in his home, touching his cigarettes, drinking his beers, but he didn’t feel a lick of rage. “S’ nothing for you to wonder ‘bout.” Your boots were heavy, stomping a few steps down before plopping your ass onto the top step, painfully close to Bo. “Well, now I’m wonderin’ for sure.” Head radiated up Bo’s arm when you bumped your shoulder against his playfully. Bo bit down the warmth he felt. His face held his usual aggravated expression firmly in place. “Well, knock it off.” His hand came down on the top of your head, lightly smacking you and memorizing how soft your hair was for a dude. “Can’t help it- You're so mysterious,” The last part you said teasingly before chuckling and taking a long swig from your beer. Silence settled between the two of you comfortably.
“Why’d ya keep me ‘round?” The question leaves your lips hanging in the air while Bo’s jaw tenses. The crackling of your cigarette that you’d stolen from Bo’s stash fills the air as you take a drag, eyeing the cold man beside you, waiting for his response. “Not complainin’ but I always wondered.” Bo sat there silent for another moment before shrugging. “Jus’ like the company, I guess. It’s not always easy bein’ just my brothers and me.” The smile on your face made Bo’s chest twist uncomfortably as his heart raced. “M’ happy I can make it easier for ya.” You were clearly drunk as you slurred a few words, and if it wasn’t you who’d done it, Bo would dread the damage done to his liquor stash.
The man snapped his eyes to the driveway and the treeline in front of him, not able to hold your gaze. The faint drunken flush on your cheeks, the lazy smirk, your lidded eyes, the way you were subtly leaning into his personal space. It all made Bo’s chest feel heavy with the weight of unaddressed emotions. Just the thought of these emotions had the man’s stomach flipping till he felt nauseous at just how strong the effect you had on him was. Your forehead felt heavy when it thumped on Bo’s shoulder. “Jus’ lemme stay like this for a second-” Bo couldn’t push you off of him even if he wanted to, and he really did. He felt nailed to the ground, unable to move a single limb as all his focus went to keeping his breathing steady, barely able to stay calm with the way your breath felt seeping through the cloth of his shirt. Goosebumps raised down his arm when you sighed, your breath fanning across his skin. “(Insert-Name)-” Bo whispered, his voice hoarse. He didn’t fully mean to say your name, and he didn’t know what to say next as his mind felt foggy and blank. “Bo?” His name falling from your lips made his breathing stutter momentarily. You lifted your head up, resting your chin on his shoulder, studying his side profile. Breath ghosted on the shell of Bo’s ear, your voice hushed. “Use your words now.”
Bo’s shoulder shook for a second as a stutttered breath forced its way past his lips. His face turns to face you, his expression screwed into a scowl despite the unsure, vulnerable look in his eyes. He wasn’t expecting you to be so near, and he forgot the scolding he was about to give you almost instantly. “Don't- say that kinda shit,” Bo’s face flushed- you chuckled as the sound vibrated through his shoulder. “Didn’t mean to upset you,” The usually strong man felt weak, and he hated it. “M’ not upset-” “Then why can’t I talk like that?” Bo felt bombarded- You were so close every syllable you spoke ghosting across his lips. His stomach churned, his mind scolding him for feeling how he did. Bo didn’t know how to answer you. He couldn’t answer that- why couldn’t you talk like that? It should be obvious you're a guy. It wasn’t natural- “You're cute when you're flustered.” Bo stuttered on words he couldn’t form. He wanted to curse you out to push you away, but his whole body felt heavy. Unable to move.
Coming impossibly closer, you pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, shutting down his unintelligible sputtering. His face was a deep red color, and his eyes were open wide, a multitude of emotions swirling underneath. “S okay-” One of your hands slid around Bo’s waist, your hand resting on his hip slowly while studying his expression. Making sure it wasn’t too much for the man. Hugging his side, you slid closer, feeling satisfied as the other man melted into your embrace. His arm sat stiffly and awkwardly on the ground behind you, but he didn’t try to pull away. He stared ahead, trying to silence his mind as your warmth seeped into his skin, making his heart flutter till he was sure he was having a heart attack. Moving in slow circles, your thumb brushed Bo’s hip, the gesture comforting in ways the other man had never experienced. Subconsciously, he pressed closer to your side, his shoulders becoming less tense. Even as the air turned bitter with night settling in Bo couldn't bring himself to pull away when you were so warm.
Prompts: Stubbornly Injured x Protectively Exhausted
✭ "You can‘t even open the painkillers without shaking."
"So get your ass over here and open them for me."
✭ "What the hell are you doing? Get back inside, you're already hurt!"
"I broke my leg, not my arm. I can still shoot."
✭ "Don't wait up."
"Wait up? Sweetheart, if you think you'll be going alone you must've hit your pretty head."
✭ “You’re limping.”
“You’re lucky I’m putting weight on the injury trying to hide it.“
✭ “Not a word. I‘m done laying around.“
“Then sit.”
✭ "What- Where are you going? You dislocated your shoulder!"
"Oh, it‘s fine. It‘s not my trigger arm."
✭ "If you try to climb that wall, I will fucking knock you out."
"I‘m concussed anyway; won‘t even feel it."
"You‘re not making the point you think you are."
✭ "What part of bedrest do you not understand?"
"The one where me laying around is gonna do anything for our situation."
✭ "Fine, go ahead. But if you pass out, I‘m not carrying your ass to safety."
"That‘s what you said last time."
"I know."
"And you carried me, bridal style."
"I know."
"And-"
"Okay fine, I get it."
Gentle hands wrapped around Frank’s knee. The man in front of the killer stared at a gash on Frank’s knee, their face riddled with concern. “That looks pretty bad, Frank.” The killer scoffed, his hand brushing the survivor away from him. “It’s fine- you don't need to fucking coddle me.” Frank made a move to stand, pushing himself up and off the toilet he was sitting on. The killer didn’t get far before the insistent man trapping him there had shoved Frank back onto the seat. “I don't think so.” Frank tried fighting back, but he couldn’t struggle much before he was gasping in pain, the gash on his knee bleeding. “I'll tie you down if I need to.” The survivor said his expression stubbornly determined.
Frank stilled, grumbling the whole time under his breath as the survivor worked quick knowing Frank wouldn’t be content with the gentle treatment for long. Despite what the survivor thought, Frank went limp as soon as the other man went to work. The killer watched silently with an unfamiliar warmth making his chest ache. “Thanks,” Frank’s voice was quite barely audible, but the praise was enough to have the survivor grinning. The survivor pulls the bandage taut and tucks the extra roll into the wrapped wound before standing. “Good as new.” The survivor said, missing the way Frank’s eyes linger on the bandaged spot, his fingers ghosting over the edge of the bandage.
Headcanons of Frank and Danny somehow becoming super close friends with survivor reader to the point that they may as well be siblings. (I had the random thought that Frank would be that type of older brother who would kick anyone's ass if they were an asshole to their sibling because only he can be an asshole to them. So figured I would ask since I really like your writing!)
Frank would be hard to befriend. He operates on a kill first talk never basis, especially in a trial. You’d have to banter with the man mid chase to get him to even consider not getting stabby. (Good luck bitches with asthma)
Once you’ve cracked that exterior Frank would treat you as a part of his legion. He’d let you come to the ski lodge whenever you wanted. Frank would actually prefer it if you stayed on the grounds whenever you weren't in trials indefinitely.
If a killer gave you a reasonable hard time, and wasn’t too dangerous compared to his lil ass, he’d make sure they’d fuck off. If a survivor gave you a hard time at all he’d tunnel the fuck out of them. Going as far as to stand under the hook waiting for the entity to take hold while taunting them.
If the Legion members fucked with you he’d be quick to shut that shit down whith a smack over the back of the head and a quick scolding.
That doesn’t mean you're free from teasing though. Frank is relentless when it comes to picking fun at you. All in a good sport but there've been times where you've even snapped at the stupid man. He’s quick to shut up when he sees you're actually angry, don't expect an apology though.
Your lungs strained and your heart pounded as you ran avoiding the red light biting your heels. “Step off you cum fucker” You screamed despite your over exerted lungs. It didn’t take long after that for Frank to down you, but you could’ve sworn you had heard him chuckle.
Danny (Jed Olsen)
Danny would seek you out first. He's always been a stalker, so it was no surprise he was keeping tabs on you. What came as a surprise is when his normal obsessive behavior turned into affection? It’d take him a while to speak with you and for him to bring you around his humble abode though.
He’d start out fucking with you in subtle ways. Running and passing by an opening in a wall? Oops now you're face first in the dirt with Ghostface mocking you.
He’s always mocking and teasing you. If he overhears one of the other survivors throwing shade at you though it's safe to say they won't again. If one of the killers gives you a hard time Ghostface would return the favour fucking with them endlessly till they leave you alone.
Ghostface would be at your cabin more than he’d have you at his. He’d show up unannounced and slip in through a window, door, wherever he could. You're asleep? Not anymore. “Get up in boredddd-” He'd whine before attacking you with your own bedding.
He’d bring you trinkets if it looked like something you’d use or like. Ghostface finds all kinds of objects from the survivors' home worlds in the forest while he's to and from stalking sessions, so he'd even find some stuff from your home world on occasion.
Lights flashed overhead and the generator you’d just finished roared to life. Quickly you scurried away knowing you didn’t want to be there when the killer found his way over. Running you passed by a wall with an opening. You were looking ahead and then you weren't. Your face met the ground, and you heard a chuckle. Looking over you saw Ghostface’s hand over the mouth part of his mask, his other hand dumbly pointing at you on the ground. “What the fuck-”
