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CW: DARK SUBJECTS, NSFW, SUGGESTIVE, VIOLENCE !! I warned you, or whatever !!
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Ok I need to crash out about Danny Johnson rq cause I’m tired of him being mischaracterized
Everyone’s interpretations of him are different, I know, he has a lot of vague points in his lore, but if you actually read his tomes in game, you would see that:
1) He is not a silly “wazzzup” killer who calls his victims and asks what their favorite scary movie is. He is cruel, cold, and calculated, and is very passionate about his “designs” (kills) so he doesn’t fuck around.
2) He is not tied to Scream/Billy and Stu/anything of that franchise at all. He only wears the mask and uses the Ghostface name. (And of course, the knife wipe, but again, nothing to do with the other Ghostface’s.) They aren’t even implied to be canon at all. Or mentioned. He is nothing like the other Ghostface’s in the slightest.
3) He literally has military training (referenced from his lore where his father is implied to do military training drills with him because he wanted Danny to be like him) so he would likely solo your favorite Scream Ghostface.
4) He HATES parody. He hates people taking him as a joke. He would not be silly, and would likely not even like the “Wazzup” mask cosmetic in DBD. In his lore, he gets so mad at people making caricatures of his image that he k1LLs the people who made them.
Moral of the story, stop comparing Danny to the other Ghostface’s and read up on his lore PLEASE. He’s been my main hyperfixation since he came out and it pains me every time I see people misinterpret his character. I will literally sit down and do a lore deep dive don’t test me.
The Ghostface - Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson x Reader
Summary: N/A - Straight sauce.
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Word Count: 4.7k
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MASTERLIST | Dead by Daylight | The Ghostface
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WARNING [pet play, degrading, name calling, doggy style, breeding kink, creampie, creaming, puppy and bunny wear, oral, dumbification, death, long drabble]
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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.
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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."
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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."
A/N: This is NOT the Every Inch ghostface/universe. This is a completely standalone one shot.
SUMMARY: Ghostface is pursuing you. When you both get trapped in a lab on campus, you make a temporary truce.
WARNINGS: I8+ Dubcon P in V, cockwarming, degradation, choking, creampie, lab rats in the building, huddling for warmth lmaoo, ghostface can lift reader. Darkness level poll.
Before you realized you were both trapped in the building, you got into a scuffle and caused his knife to fall down a drain in the floor. He got on top of you, pinned you with his weight, and choked you, but it wasn't a choke to kill. His gloved hand was applying just enough pressure in just the right places to feel good. That's when it hit you that he didn't want to kill you. He could've snapped you like a twig from that position if he wanted.
You smiled, and he released your throat.
“Mm,” you sighed. “take off your mask if ya wanna kiss me that bad.”
Ghostface tilted his head and looked at you. The voice modulator kicked in. “what makes you think I want that filthy mouth on me?” He grabbed your jaw and squeezed your mouth open. He brought his other gloved hand to your lips and gagged you with two gloved fingers.
"I asked you a question," he prodded.
"I 'unno" you mumbled into his fingers and reached for his crotch, trying to wedge your hand between your torsos. His fingers slid out of your mouth and his hand flew to your wrist to stop you. He pinned your hands above your head, one of his gloves wet with your saliva.
“You don't wanna kill me,” you breathed.
You seemed to have him at a loss for words. He was a different guy without his knife -- still menacing, but not lethal.
“Not tonight." He got up and left you on the ground. He swiftly made for the exit, robe trailing behind him.
But the door was locked. Awkward.
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Now you've been trapped long enough that he’s run out of clever, taunting things to say, so he just doesn't talk. The main sound is lab rats squeaking and trying to burrow for warmth in their enclosure. It's cold in this building. You don't have sleeves and your legs are bare, too.
Ghostface sits against the wall with his knees up. You're shivering in a corner by yourself, replaying your interactions with Ghostface in your mind. Has he ever really, truly hurt you? He's had chances to kill you. Why didn't he? Your teeth start chattering.
Eventually he sighs and says "Get over here." You look at him, pondering it. He opens his arms and adds, “This offer expires in thirty seconds.”
You scurry over to him, planning to sit between his knees but he straightens his legs out so they're together, and he lifts up his robe for you to get underneath. He's wearing joggers and a matching sweatshirt underneath. You're more scantily clad. "Why don't you just give me the robe," you ask.
"Don't press your luck," he answers.
You duck under his robe and straddle his thighs with your knees on the floor. "You're gonna wanna get closer than that, little rat."
You scoot forward and he lets the robe down on top of you. It's a little heavier and warmer than you imagined. When he's chasing after you, it moves like it weighs nothing.
It's pitch black under his robe. He wraps his arms around you and hugs you into him so your crotch meets his. You gasp when you feel the shape of his warm package against your crotch. "Feel somethin’ ya like?" He asks.
"You're warm," you answer, laying your cheek on his chest with your eyes closed under his robe. "Who are you?"
His laugh is as dark as it is quiet.
You tuck your arms under your chest and he keeps his arms wrapped around you. He smells good. A woodsy, minty scent. He caresses you as he holds you. God, he feels like. . .a man. A real man. His breaths get deeper, his chest rising under you. It happens gradually, but at some point there's no mistaking the bulge you're sitting on is hard, and it's for you. He brings his arms into the robe. His gloved hands pull your skirt up over your ass with a soft grunt not caught by the voice changer. Then he takes his gloves off.
His hands are huge and warm on your bare ass cheeks. He kneads them and his hips lift under you, the swell of his hard cock making you dizzy with need under the pitch black darkness of his robe. You sigh and he wedges a finger under your pointless little thong and snaps it. You reach back to un-wedge it from your ass cheeks and when you pull it out, he slips his finger between your ass and the garment. He slides his finger all the way down, under you, until he reaches your wet little hole. You're beginning to gush.
He sighs, then the voice changer says - "You're making a mess on me, princess."
He lifts you with a grunt, then pulls his joggers down under his cock. He sets you back down, angling you strategically so your front meets his smooth, thick shaft. It's throbbing and burning hot, right between your legs. You sigh. His hands return to your ass and he moves your body, grinding you against his hard cock a few times.
Then, to your horror, you help him take it further. You pull your thong to the side as he lifts you and notches himself at your entrance. You whimper as your cunt swallows his tip, then your body spreads itself apart for him as you sink down his thick shaft. Ghostface shudders and you gasp when your bodies are flush.
“Good,” he whispers in a deep, human voice. Your body accommodates him and you get even wetter. You begin to move, needing to fuck yourself on his cock, but he holds you down and makes you still. “Sit,” he commands at full volume ghostface voice. “Stay.” The hair on your neck stands up.
You sit still on his cock.
“Good,” he says, then adds, "Hmm." He pats your head where it rests on his shoulder.
You sit there in his lap, wrapped around the body of this man, in total darkness under his robe, absolutely full of his cock. You relax enough that you begin to get sleepy. You yawn.
You sit there for what feels like an eternity. You feel stretched out, even after you relax. Your walls occasionally twitch around him, and his cock throbs and moves inside you. You’re cozy under his robe, comfortable in his arms, and throbbing on his cock. The warmth of his robe and the feeling of his arms around you lull you to sleep.
Almost as soon as you drift off, he thrusts his hips up and jolts you awake with the punch of his cock. He braces one hand on the floor and has the other arm around you. He leans back so you're held against his chest and he's fucking up into you. He grunts and sighs and the modulator harshly spits, “yeah, you're a good little bitch.”
He keeps fucking you from the bottom, and you feel a heat bubbling in the pit of your belly as his big cock pistons into you. Then he holds you tight against him and fucks you slower, grinding your pubic bone against his, and it's rubbing your clit and making you spasm. "You like that?" He asks.
“Oh, baby,” he breathes, then his voice is changed again. “Gonna make me cum if you're not careful.”
His words make you clench down as you see stars. You moan into his sweatshirt, and the pleasure pulses from your clit as your whole body jerks and your cunt chokes his cock. You're not finished coming when Ghostface holds you down.
You try to get off him, but he holds you down harder and erupts, filling you with his hot seed. You can't deny how good it feels with him pulsing inside you as your own climax wanes. At least you're alive, you think. At least Plan B exists.
When you begin to get off his cock, he doesn't let you. He keeps you plugged, impaled on him, long enough that you both fall asleep.
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thank you for reading. my main ghostface series, unrelated to this one shot, is Every Inch.
i have a michael blurb with a kinda similar premise here. idk why i'm into this scenario but i guess i am lol.
dom!danny johnson x sub!fem!reader | mini fic | nav | phone sex, masturbation/guided masturbation, voyeurism, stalking, mention of taking pics of you, mention of making porn, praise, degradation, panty stealing and sniffing, squirting, sir kink
part two
“you can see me?” you asked, looking around your house, pressing your house phone closer to your ear. your bottom lip tucked between your teeth to keep you from smirking. whipping your head around to peek out the sliding doors you had then to the windows in your kitchen.
“course i can, doll, purple really does wonders on you”
his cocky tone made you scoff. furrowing your brows as you looked down at your black shirt, getting ready to say something sassy back but once you put your hand on your hip and sighed you realized he wasn’t walking about your shirt, he was talking about your light purple panties.
rubbing your legs together as you looked around again. you went to speak and he interrupted you.
“though, the white with red dots are a personal favorite but i dont know if you’ll get them back.” the line went silent for a moment, then a deep inhale was faintly heard. “you smell so good bunny”
you laughed, “perv” you muttered and started walking to your couch and plopping down onto it.
moving your feet to the coffee table, planting them comfortably and leaning back and parting your legs slightly. your hand coming to play with the elastic of your panties.
“you gonna put on a show for me, bunny?” he asked.
“will i get my underwear back?” you asked, raising a brow as your fingers started to slip into your panties, teasing him and them back out and then playing with the little bow that was made out of a silky material.
“maybe” ghostface said, dragging it out playfully.
“lets make a deal then? i will let you watch me, only, if you give them back.” you hummed, tilting your head as you waited for his answer. hearing him hum as if he was thinking it through.
“i think you’ve got yourself a deal bunny” he said, you just knew he had a smirk on his face and probably his hand in his pants.
you let a small giggle leave your lips before sitting the phone down on the cushion next to you before slowly pulling up your shirt—the purple set now on display for him. throwing it to floor before bringing the phone back to your ear and leaning back.
your hands moving into your panties, lightly grazing along your folds before pulling your hand out and grazing yourself over your underwear.
teasing yourself, getting yourself worked up enough that a little wet spot of your arousal was forming—darkening the fabric and you hoped he was able to see it as you heard some ragged breaths through the phone then some ruffling and then soft grunts and more hard breathing.
dipping back into your panties and gathering your wetness on your middle and ring finger and spread it from your entrance to your clit then started slow circles on the bud. your breath was picking up and you wanted to wiggle around but stayed still for your audience.
“cmon bunny don’t be a tease, be a good girl n’take the panties off for me” he groaned, voice low and more clear. did he have the voice modulator off?
you hummed in agreement and sat the phone back down, fingers hooking around the fabric and your lifted up and pulled off, taking them off your ankles and dropping the purple garment onto the ground.
finding your previous position quickly, fingers back to your clit and slowly reopening your legs and hearing him curse under his breath made you giggle.
“there we go. god, look at you, fucking dripping.” ghostface moaned, hearing a click through the phone but you didn’t question it.
your back arching a bit as you did faster circles on your clit, letting your mouth open and eyes close, moaning out and feeling your thigh twitch as a pleasurable shock ran through your body when your finger tips ran over the bud.
“spread your pretty fucking cunt open for me” he instructed, more clicks were heard as you mumbled a quick ‘yes sir’
taking your attention off your clit and moving your folds apart, your middle finger did up strokes on clit as you heard more clicks over the phone.
“since you’re being so good i might let you see the pictures, you’re very photogenic by the way.” he teased, so that was the clicking noise.
“maybe next time since you’re so shy right now, we could make a movie” you teased back, looking around to every dark corner you could see. he chuckled through the phone.
you moved your fingers to your hole, middle finger teasing yourself by shallowly dipping your finger in then circling around it.
moaning loudly as you pushed your middle finger into your cunt, your head going back and digging into the cushion. hearing a little mumble of “oh fuck” before you started moving your finger in and out.
you moaned again once you started picking up speed, your palm grinding against your clit making it even better though you wished it was his fingers, his tongue, his cock, whatever he wanted to give you.
“feels good dont it doll?” ghostface asked, a moan slipping from him at the end. you nodded and hummed an ‘mhm’.
“add another finger, i know you can” he ordered, biting your lip as you slowed and added your ring finger. picking your pace up again, spreading your legs wider, muscles burning at the strain.
swears and moans and gasps left your mouth as you continued to fuck yourself with your fingers, hips starting to roll into the thrusts and your palm dragged against your clit each time you moved your fingers in.
you started to feel the knot tightening in your lower abdomen, knowing you were getting closer and closer to your release. whining into the phone as you heard him saying how cute you looked.
“cmon bunny, i can tell youre close, let go” he huffed. your fingers going faster and harder.
“fuck m’gonna cum” you cried, moaning and face scrunching up in pleasure as he was telling to ‘be a good girl and cum’ but you could barely comprehend what he was saying to you as you felt the coil snap, your body hot and starting to get a thin sheen of sweat.
feeling the gush start from between your thighs, quickly moving your fingers to rub your clit. basically screaming in pleasure as you squirted.
“holy shit bunny, good girl-good fucking girl.” you heard him moan as he found his own release.
rubbing your clit as you were now coming down from your high, only stopping when it started to get overstimulating and a bit uncomfortable. letting your hand rest on your stomach as you listened to him breathe over the phone while you caught your breath.
closing your legs and eyes as you gathered yourself.
“didnt know you were a squirter bunny.” ghostface breathed out, the voice modulator was back on and it made you jump then relax. you laughed and heard rustling through the phone before the line went dead.
letting the phone rest on your chest and you groaned as you realized you were need to reshower and clean up your mess.
sitting up and grabbing your shirt and panties from the ground. getting up and sitting the phone on the charging dock in the kitchen before walking to your small laundry room.
sighing as your tried to the light switch, finally switching it on.
you smiled as you were met with a damp towel and a dry one folded neatly on your dryer and your white with red dots panties were on the floor. tilting your head and lifting a brow as you bent to pick them up and a polaroid was under them.
feeling your underwear and feeling something sticky, you gasped as you realized it was covered in his cum. you couldnt help but laugh a bit as you picked up the picture.
it was of him using your panties to jerk off with, taking in the image. cock out, panties around his length and a gloved hand mid stroke.
flipping it over and seeing he had written something on the back.
Danny canonically wearing strong cologne to make his presence known … i think he’d douse on a strong (and expensive) cologne right before breaking into your home at night, just so you know it’s him everytime. He even wears a small spritz out in public on the off chance you two “randomly” ever run into each other. Constantly scanning your face to see if anything clicks for you or not.
Summary:Danny Johnson loves to see you scared, but always from the safe distance of knowing it's him. Tonight, cross the line.
Type: Romantic, One-shot
Warning:A cruel prank (mock break-in), intense scare, angst, Danny being a manipulative but endearing jerk in his twisted way, a sweet ending and reconciliation. Mention of a knife (a prop, but still).
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The relationship with Danny Johnson was… peculiar.
You knew it from the start. Dating a crime reporter with an almost morbid fascination with the Ghostface case in Woodsboro wasn't for everyone. You loved his smooth talk, that crooked smile that melted your skepticism, and his habit of silently hugging you from behind. But you also knew he had a twisted sense of humor.
What began with silly scares in the kitchen—a “Boo!” around the corner—had escalated to prank calls imitating that voice. You always laughed in the end, when he broke character with a laugh and covered you in kisses.
“You’re too easily scared, baby,” he purred against your neck, wiping away your nervous laughter tears with his thumb. “Relax, I’ve got you.”
But tonight, Danny went too far.
They arranged to have dinner. He texted you at 7:00: “Arriving in 20. Order the pizza.” But at 8:00, there was only silence. You texted him back. Nothing.
The doorbell rang.
You sighed, relieved and annoyed, walking barefoot to the door.
“It better be the pizza, Danny!” you yelled, sliding the bolt open.
You opened it.
The porch was empty.
The cold night wind hit your face. No one was there. You frowned, peeking out slightly. On the doormat, a note held down by a rock. The handwriting was printed, cut from magazines, like in the movies.
“Hey, doll.”
Your blood ran cold.
“Danny, this isn’t funny,” you called out to the air, your trembling voice not sounding as firm as you’d hoped.
The landline started ringing. That old-fashioned racket Danny had insisted on keeping “for the ambiance.” You rushed into the living room, your heart pounding against your ribs. You answered.
“Do you like jokes, sweetheart?” The voice was a guttural electronic distortion, identical to the news. But it wasn’t a recording. It was interacting with you. “Because I’d love to play with you. Are you home alone?”
“Danny, stop…” you whispered, the receiver trembling in your hand. “I’m not in the mood. Where are you? Is this about dinner? Sorry if I forgot something important, I just…”
“I’m not Danny.” The voice was clipped, flat, deadly. “Danny’s a little… tied up right now. Look at the back garden window. Quick. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Your eyes crawled, terrified, toward the drawn curtains of the patio. Every step in that direction was a death sentence. With your free hand, you pushed the fabric aside.
The garden lamppost dimly illuminated a shape on the ground. A body. It was wearing the exact brown leather jacket you'd given Danny for his birthday. And on the lifeless face… a Ghostface mask.
You screamed.
A pure, primal scream that shattered the night. The phone fell to the floor. You stumbled backward, searching for your keys, a knife, anything. The patio door rattled violently. Someone was trying to open it.
You ran into the hallway, skidding on the wooden floorboards, straight to the bedroom. The front door was far away. The closet was your only option. You squeezed inside, stifling your sobs, hugging your knees like you did when you were a child. The bedroom doorknob turned.
Footsteps. Heavy. Military boots on the wood.
The intruder's breath filled the room. You could smell his cologne. Panic mingled with confusion. Was it… Danny's cologne? No, it couldn't be. I was in shock.
The sliding closet doors flew open.
There he was. The black robe, the mocking white mask of Ghostface, bending down to your eye level. His chest rose and fell with excitement. In his right hand, a hunting knife reflected the dim light.
"I found you."
The scream you let out was superhuman. You kicked backward, clawing at the wall. "NO, PLEASE, NO! DANNY, DANNY!"
The knife was raised.
And then, the mask slowly lifted, revealing black curls drenched with sweat and a pair of green eyes that gleamed with an intoxicating mix of triumph and lust.
"Shhh, shhh, calm down, doll… It's me. It's me."
Danny dropped the prop knife to the floor with a clang. He removed the mask completely and knelt down, advancing toward you with his hands outstretched like someone approaching a wounded fawn. His lips weren't the usual crooked smile; instead, there was a grimace of genuine concern at the uncontrollable trembling that shook you.
"Hey, hey… it's over now. Look, it's a toy. It was me, my love"—his real voice, the one you knew, was tinged with a soft snore and growing panic—"It was a joke, okay? Like always. Answer me. Look at me."
But you couldn't. You hugged your legs tighter, burying your face in them. Sobs choked you out.
“I thought… I thought you were dead. In the garden. Your jacket…” you mumbled, your head pressed against your knees.
The realization hit Danny. His stomach sank. Too far. This time, he’d really gone too far.
“Oh, no, no, darling…” he whispered, his voice cracking. “It was a mannequin from work. From the channel’s wardrobe department. I thought you’d notice right away. Please forgive me.”
He reached for your ankle. You flinched. It was like a knife. A real one, this time.
“Okay. Okay… I won’t come any closer. But listen to me: I’m here. I’m alive. And I’m the biggest idiot on the face of the earth.” His breathing was as ragged as yours. “Can you look at me? Just for a second? Judge me with those eyes that put me in my place.”
You barely lifted your head. You saw his distraught expression, how his eyes shone with genuine anguish. He'd thrown his robe aside. He was on his knees, in jeans and his usual black t-shirt, completely vulnerable. Your Danny.
"I hate you," you sobbed, not venomous, just exhausted.
"I deserve it," he agreed, swallowing hard. "I really do. It was cruel. I…" He ran a trembling hand through his hair, "I thought you were laughing like always… but I didn't see the line. And I crossed it. Forgive me."
A tense silence fell. The adrenaline began to subside, replaced by an icy emptiness and a profound weariness. Danny took advantage of the moment, moving very slowly, to sit against the wall of the closet next to you, without touching you. Smelling you and his damned cologne, the same one you'd smelled on the intruder.
"The lump in the garden… fuck, Danny," you murmured.
"I know." I'm an idiot. When you heard me yell, "I found you," I was going to take off my mask right then and there. But your face… God. —He covered his face for a second—. It wasn't real fear until it was. And you terrified me. You terrified me.
He slowly reached out, resting his palm up on your knee, waiting. This time you didn't flinch. You lowered your hand and your cold fingers slid over his.
"My heart's on backward," you whispered.
"Come here," he said, barely opening his arms. It was a plea.
You crawled into his lap, collapsing against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you immediately, squeezing you tight, burying his face in the top of your head. His heart pounded as violently against your cheek as yours did.
"Never again," he promised against your hair. "No more Ghostface jokes. Danny Johnson's word." From now on, if you see me wearing a mask, it's to wash the dishes or for something else that will make you smile… not cry.
A half-suppressed sob turned into a tiny laugh.
"You don't know how to wash dishes."
"Then for the other thing," he murmured, kissing your temple, your wet cheek. "I love you, you know? In my twisted, obsessive way. You're the only thing I'm truly afraid of losing."
They stayed like that, in the closet, embraced amidst the clothes and the guilt. The Ghostface mask lay forgotten in a corner, its eternal smile mocking the scene.
Danny would spend the rest of the night spoiling you: ordering your favorite pizza, letting you choose the movie (it ended up being a terrible romantic comedy), and getting into bed right behind you, as if he were afraid a real ghost might come and snatch you away. In the early hours, half asleep, you heard him murmur another apology.
The next morning, you found the magazine clippings in the trash, torn to shreds. And the black robe, buried at the bottom of the street dumpster.
Danny learned his lesson. The game was over.
Or almost.
Because the next time the landline rang and you answered suspiciously, his normal, warm, and slightly embarrassed voice on the other end said:
"Hi, sweetheart. It's me. Really. I've brought donuts. And I'm at the door, not in the garden. Will you let me in?"
And this time, when you opened the door, his hands weren't holding a knife. Just a box of glazed donuts and a crooked smile, full of sweet promises and apologies that completely melted you.
It’s well established that Danny is a total creep fanboy. The Entity’s Realm is like heaven for him, because in the real world he’d never be able to literally take photographs of your insides. But here, he can! And so much more!
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