How little there is of Jed/Danny x Male!Reader is literally criminal especially with the fact hes based on a movie that has been confirmed to have been written with gay subtext
Let that man fuck men !!
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How little there is of Jed/Danny x Male!Reader is literally criminal especially with the fact hes based on a movie that has been confirmed to have been written with gay subtext
Let that man fuck men !!
How little there is of Jed/Danny x Male!Reader is literally criminal especially with the fact hes based on a movie that his been confirmed to have been written with gay subtext
Let that man fuck men !!
Reader masturbating while wearing the Ghostface mask......lightly running a blade across their skin , giving themselves small cuts and knicks here and there as they go
I came because I’m super curious if you have any fic recommendations? My brainrot on Halloween is terrible and I need something to help me out
Heres a few that came to mind!!
Reader and their boyfriend, Jed, go out on Halloween together. Reader thinks Jeds Ghostface costume is a bit in poor taste but they wont deny he does look pretty damn good in it...
Meanwhile Dannys lowkey internally panicking because you were NOT supposed to catch him in costume, you arrived earlier than expected and..wait....are you turned on right now? This was an unexpected turn
Local serial killer (Reader) increasingly annoyed at some new guy ( what kind of dumb name is "Ghostface" anyway???) moving in on their territory...who the hell does this new guy think he is trying to take THEIR title of local boogeyman?! Sure..they havent Actually gotten a kill in a while (turns out you can get art block for murder) but still!!
Jed, local new guy, trying to get a genuine date with Reader after gaining a small interest in them during their first meeting and just keeps failing at it (hes Never failed to score a date like this what the fuck!?)
Cue love square/Enemies to Lovers tropes
OMG WAIT
Their first meeting could be as an interview
He interviews Reader as a friend of a recent Ghostface victim
Reader of course diesnt actually care much that their "friend" died, if anything theyre more annoyed that an easy to get alibi is gone - of course they cant SAY that to this interviewer but man is reader annoyed!!
Local serial killer (Reader) increasingly annoyed at some new guy ( what kind of dumb name is "Ghostface" anyway???) moving in on their territory...who the hell does this new guy think he is trying to take THEIR title of local boogeyman?! Sure..they havent Actually gotten a kill in a while (turns out you can get art block for murder) but still!!
Jed, local new guy, trying to get a genuine date with Reader after gaining a small interest in them during their first meeting and just keeps failing at it (hes Never failed to score a date like this what the fuck!?)
Cue love square/Enemies to Lovers tropes
Reader as a slasher who braodcasts their kills on some dark web website, always making sure to keep their face out of sight as they kill and dismember their latest victim
Ghostface catching a stream and at first thinks Reader is totally overrated and is prepared to see some messy, shoddy work only to end up going down a rabbit hole of older videos after learning aleverything he can (not much) about his newly growing obession
Whether GF and Reader meet and how is up to you
hiya!! im the anon that told you abt requests being closed, im glad i could help you out!!
i saw you headcanon danny as demiromantic and im very curious, what would it be like if danny had romantic feelings for a survivor reader? how would those feelings develop? i’m not demi myself so i’m rlly curious about the process of it!!
oh anon you have no idea how excited i am to answer this
*clears throat*
🫀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 🫀
TW :: Obsessive behavior, stalking, violence, general Danny Warnings
Authors Notes :: This uh...kinda turned into a ficlet. Oops!!! I've just thought of this scenario a LOT so I had a lot to say-
Anyways!! Hope you enjoy <3 (also this isn't proof read, we die like men)
SAW!The Gost Face/ Danny 'Jed Olsen' Johnson x SAW!F!Reader
TEASER!
[...]
As Jed eyed the water covered floor, the TV that has been nothing but static so far, clicked to life. You tried to turn your head in its direction, but the restrains made it impossible to move.
Fuck, what is happening?!
Jed hushed your attempts at turning around. ''Shut up, there's something happening on here...''
A gravelly voice sounded from behind you.
''Hello Mr. Johnson. Or perhaps you would prefer to use one of your many aliases in this scenario. But I don't think you want to put your mask on for this - potentially last - design.
You have spend your life in the shadows. Waiting. Stalking. Killing.
You call yourself an artist at night and a reporter when the day arrives.
For you, killing the innocent is an act of mercy. You give your readers stories - horrible and true stories - that make them appreciate their life. Appreciate that it wasn't them that felt your cold hands snap out their life like throwing a candle into ice cold water.
In that sense, our goals aren't so different.
But that is a little unfair, isn't it? How about I give you the chance to be on the other side of the story? How about you give up your role as the author and become... the subject?
I want to play a little game.
In front of you is a young lady. Perhaps you already know her? Or, may I correct myself, one of your aliases may know her.
A young, smart and loved woman - nobody deserving to die. Yet she will, should you fail to open her restrains. But this time - her end will be your own as well.
After this tape ends, you will have two hours to find the keys for her restraints which are hidden in the glass containers underwater. Dive to them, shatter the right ones and retrieve the keys. Should you destroy the wrong glasses, flammable liquid will be released into the water.
Should you fail to save the woman in time and escape through the metal door on your left, both of you will be electrocuted and burned until there is not a single bone left and this room will become your tomb.
Good luck.''
The ticking of a clock broke the eerie silence after the tape endet.
[...}
I planned this for a long time, I hope you're ready for the full thing. :)
This is just a teaser. The AU will have multiple parts - 29 so far!
Stay tuned! <333
Gotcha
I wrote this like a year ago and I didn't like it back then...
M reader, y/n used, NSFW, 18+
Y/n ran through the darkness, cold grass nearly tripping him up as he tried to get to the hatch. It came into view, so close. Its welcoming maw was just meters away when the survivor felt an arm snake around his neck, pressing tightly around his throat. A knife cut into his cheek as the killer pressed his body against Y/n's, completely trapping him in his grasp.
"Flying off so quickly, birdie?" Ghostface rumbled from under his mask. "Stay a while sweetheart.” He spun Y/n around, still under his blade, and kicked the other man down to the ground. Chunks of rock and gravel bit into Y/n’s hand as he braced himself against the ground, scraping into his palms as he tried to drag himself backwards away from the advancing figure of Ghostface.
“Danny…” Y/n whimpered. The trial had gone by fairly quickly, and Y/n had managed to avoid the Ghostface so far, meaning he had no idea what the killer’s mindset was at this time. If the trial had gone well he could be so generous, caring even; but if the other survivors had given him a hard time…
“Oh sweet boy,” Danny’s voice went soft as he knelt over y/n, one knee right in front of his groin. He raised his knife again, trailing out down y/n’s cheek, the dull side of the metal gently caressing his skin. He flipped the blade around without warning and reached up with his other hand to grab ahold of y/n’s hair. The blade bit into y/n, cutting into his cheek just enough to cause a welling of warmth.
“Stay still puppy,” Ghostface ordered. “Relax.” He leaned in closer, knee pressing into y/n’s groin as he slowly released his hair. Y/n licked his lips, feeling his cock twitch under the other man’s touch. Danny reached up and pulled his mask away, revealing a thinly-stubbled, grinning face. Cold fire danced in his eyes as he leaned closer to y/n, hot breath brushing against his cheek as Danny licked a stripe up y/n’s cheek, mopping up the bit of spilled blood with slow intensity. The survivor let out a soft moan, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. He thrust his hips upwards, rutting against Danny's leg, gasping again as the much needed friction sent blood rushing to his length.
“Easy pretty bird,” Danny growled as he grabbed y/n’s hip. “Rutting without permission is very rude.” He placed his full weight on y/n, not heavy enough to pin the other man down, but between the position and the knife, it was enough to make it clear who was in charge.
Danny went back in to lick up the blood that had continued to well to the surface of y/n’s cheek, Danny's mouth continuing down his face with peppered kisses.
“You taste so good, sweetheart.” he whispered into y/n’s ear, sickly sweet words fading away as he continued working over the survivor’s skin and down his neck. Y/n squirmed under Danny’s touch, the tingling in his pants growing as his dick went fully erect.
Firm hands flew to y/n’s neck, choking the air out of y/n throat. Y/n gasped in a mix of fear and pleasure as he looked up into Danny’s cold eyes.
“I gave you a compliment puppy, what do you say?”
“Sorry sir…” Y/n choked out. “Thank you.”
"Good boy," the killer growled as he released his choke hold but kept a hand on Y/n's neck. He ran the other gloved hand down Y/n's chest, lifting his shirt and running a thumb over one of his nipples. Y/n whimpered, his cock beginning to feel uncomfortable as Danny continued to ignore Y/n's lower regions.
He ran his knife over Y/n's chest, the dull side of the tip grazing over his soft flesh. Y/n licked his lips in anticipation of the gentle sting as Danny turned his blade over, cutting a shallow stripe down Y/n’s stomach, just enough to draw blood.
“So pretty for me,” He breathed. Danny’s eyes glittered in the everlasting dusk, He ran the hand that had been holding Y/n’s neck down his body, his gloved fingers brushing into the blood that welled from Y/n’s newest cut. Danny met Y/n’s eyes as he licked the other man’s blood from his fingertips, his tongue and lips moving slow enough to make it painfully clear how much he was savoring this.
Y/n bit his bottom lip and swallowed hard. The pressure and heat in his lower belly was growing to be too much. He needed something to happen.
“Danny…” Y/n pleaded.
“Yes?” The killer purred, still caught up in playing with your leaking stomach wound, spreading the blood to make the cut look much worse than it was, licking Y/n’s blood up, tracing through it with such satisfaction in his eyes.
“Could you fuck me, please?” Danny looked up at Y/n again, the warmth melting from his eyes, replaced by something colder, more sadistic. Abandoning the cut on Y/n’s stomach, Danny raised his hands to Y/n’s chin, thumb brushing against the cut on his cheek with a controling firmness.
“Is that a request, or are you telling me?” Danny’s tone was joking, but there was something dangerous in his tone as a mean smile playing over his mouth. The hand that had been holding his knife came up to hold the other side of Y/n’s face as Danny moved up to straddle Y/n’s lower chest.
“I’m begging, Danny.” Y/n replied, his voice heavy as he felt his own cock twitch under the other man. “Please.” This seemed to satisfy the killer, who chuckled darkly and reached for his belt.
“Poor baby,” he crooned. “So needy for me you'd put up with anything I want to do to you, wouldn’t you?” He leaned down and breathed the last few words into Y/n’s ear, trailing hot breath and warm lips down his cheek bone.
“Yes, anything.” Y/n’s breath hitched at the admission.
“Good boy.” Danny moved closer to Y/n’s head, his cock finally free of his pants. “Since you’re such a little whore I know you’ll be all too grateful for this.”
Danny took hold of the back of Y/n’s hair, guiding him to stay close as Danny stood, placing Y/n into a kneeling position before him. Y/n took the killer into his mouth, sucking gently as the two of them settled into the position.
Y/n’s head was still held firmly in place as Danny began to move his hips to match the other’s motions. It slowly turned from Y/n sucking the other man off to Danny holding his head in place while he slammed his cock into Y/n’s mouth. Y/n felt himself sputter as Danny thrust himself down Y/n’s throat, barely acknowledging the person beneath him anymore. Y/n placed his hands on the other man’s thighs to brace himself against the forceful thrusts, feeling his gag reflex spasm every time the killer slid his cock down Y/n’s throat, deep enough to block airflow.
Y/n’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as Danny used his throat like a toy, moaning and choking around Danny, which only made the other man more enthusiastic and forceful in his movements.
Y/n felt the heat explode within him, the pleasure of being used by the other man pushing him over the edge of pleasure.
At last Danny stopped moving, letting his dick rest halfway into Y/n’s mouth, enough so that he could catch his breath. Y/n could feel the way Danny’s cock twitched and throbbed on his tongue, and looked up to meet the other man’s eyes.
“You look so good down there birdie,” the killer grinned. It was clear that he was trying to catch his own breath. Y/n felt warm droplets hit his welcoming tongue and begin to run slowly down Y/n’s throat as Danny removed himself from Y/n’s mouth. He stroked a gloved hand down Y/n’s face, running a thumb back over the cut that he had created. His glove came away with a pinprick of red, showing that the wound had almost healed.
“We can’t have that, now can we?” He sneered down at Y/n, his tone making it clear he wanted an answer.
“What is it sir?” Y/n asked, his eyes sliding past the man above him to the hatch. So close. Danny seemed to notice.
“You want to escape pretty bird?” He crooned gently, kneeling down in front of Y/n, holding his head so firmly it was almost painful. “You want to fly away in the middle of all the fun we’re having?”
Y/n swallowed hard, and nodded slightly. While Danny was wonderful to get fucked by in small doses, given time the murderer could get… quite creative. A scar on the survivor’s right shoulder was proof. The Ghostface didn’t seem put off by Y/n’s honesty however and instead gave a little chuckle.
“Alright sweetheart, how about this?” Danny held up his knife again, the steel tip glinting in the dim light. “I’ll give you five seconds to get there and through,” he nodded at the hatch. “If you don’t make it before I catch you, you’re going to sit still like a good boy while I make you all pretty, ok?” He stroked the knife across the other man’s cheek, opening the wound up again. Blood gushed in earnest now from Y/n’s cheek, drawing a whimper from his throat.
“That’s right, all that, just for me.” Danny said, his eyes lighting up with apparent joy at what he had just done. He stepped back without any warning, quick on his feet as always. “Quick now birdie! Five!”
Y/n scrambled to his feet, heart pounding, knees and hands damp from the grass. His heart was in his throat as he turned and bolted for the hatch as he heard the killer behind him, already giving chase even as it was only “Three”.
“Come on birdie, two! Faster! Faster! One!” Y/n felt hands graze him as he more fell than jumped into the hatch, embracing his escape. Danny voice faded away into the gloom as Y/n was returned to the campfire, but not before he heard the killer call out after him:
“Until next time, my pretty birdie. There will always be a next time.”
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Wooo, that was a big one
Thank you for reading all the way here, pretty lit of you
Danny/Jed would DEADASS cook/bake for any big and “scary” slasher if they we’re hungry or if he just knew they were. He loves cooking/baking anyway and he knows they deserve to be treated sometimes. He’s an AVIDLY great cook so they’d (hopefully) be wowed at the fancy meals he knows how to cook and to the more simplistic meals you’d find at a southern person’s home. His mama always said, the quickest way to a man’s heart, is through his stomach.
Ghostface x Reader where you Both are slashers playing a passive aggressive cat and mouse game over the other encroaching on what you both claim as your turf
Maybe we turn the tables a bit and have Jed the one at a disadvantage, coming early to work only to find a little present from his night life rival
Hello I love your writing ;w; i had a dream I requested a prompt to you?! So I'm going to send it- Danny/Jed with an s/o who doesn't (yet) know he's the ghostface killer, but met him through being a fan of his articles and stay quite obsessed with them. Eventually they confess to having a something of a crush on ghostface, and they daydream about encountering him in person (and living to tell the tale.) They know it's kinda messed up to want to kiss a killer, but they can trust Jed with an embarrassing secret, right? :3c
Ghghgg made me think about Danny after so long and he has a vice like grip on me again,,, what a mean ass motherfucker,, I love him,, he's so scrungly,,,
ALSO this fucking guy was in the first slasher dream I had,, he was an asshole,,, what a guy
Danny Johnson "Jed Olsen" (Dead by Daylight)
THIS MAN!
He is SO tickled by the fact that you love his articles. It inflates his ego so much. He loves it when you compliment his writing and pictures. Will pretend to be humble about this before his reveal as Danny/Ghostface.
He is incredibly good at weaseling his way more and more into your life. First work acquaintances, then friends, then partners. Wraps you around his little finger. You can tell him anything! He promises :)
I can see him asking directly how you feel about Ghostface. Sort of tests his boundaries more and more as time goes on. Makes the topic an almost daily occurrence, using the excuse of his writing being on the brain.
The day you shyly open up about your embarrassing daydream, he can hardly contain his shit eating grin. So, you think about him too? How cute.
Wants to make this little fantasy happen right away. Might take that opportunity to unmask himself.
A week or so after you confess all of it to him, you start to feel watched. You usually feel safe in your little apartment, but not tonight. It's like all your hair is standing on edge. You tripple check all your locks. It's a shame you gave 'Jed' a spare key.
The phone makes you nearly jump out of your skin. From reading all of those Ghostface articles, your brain is screaming at you to run, hide, do something! But you're frozen as you pick up the phone with shaking hands.
"Guess who"
Suddenly, a gloved hand covers your mouth, and a knife is loosely held in front of your gut. A modulated voice sounds right in your ear: "How 'bout a kiss, sweet thing?"
He'll chuckle to himself before spinning you around and pinning you to the closest surface. He tilts his head and pulls off the mask.
You're stuck with him now, good luck!
Danny, Wesker, and Deathslinger with a survivor boyfriend who gets blushy and flustered at the slightest physical contact? Literally the "hand-holding is so lewd" memes but condensed into a person. Wouldn't mind a bit of 18+ content sprinkled in, too, if you get the inspiration for it.
So I’ve done something very similar to this with the Deathslinger, so for the sake of not reusing old works, I’m not going to be using him for this. I love Deathslinger, so I apologize!!
Amab! Reader. Warnings: Some suggestiveness, talk of handjobs/sex.
• Danny honestly thinks it’s a bit funny. The slightest bit of contact and you’re a blushing, flustered mess—melting under his touch. He wasn’t one for PDA until you came along, now there’s constantly an arm around your waist, hand holding yours, anything Danny can do to have his hands on you.
• While Danny finds your reactions to his touch absolutely adorable, he won’t deny that it turns him on. If this is how you react to a hand around your waist… Danny could only imagine how you’d feel about his hand in your pants. The second he gets you alone, be expecting a complete shift in his personality. Wherever he can get you, whether that be pinned against a wall or on the bed, Danny’s hands are going to be all over you. He’ll whisper the dirtiest things in your ear, watching and relishing as you squirm under him, moaning and panting under his touch.
• Now, with all of this said, expect Danny to make fun of you. Not in a way that’s ill-intended, but simply in his very-own, special Danny way. He loves you, something completely new to him, and poking fun at you is how he shows it. He’ll say things like ‘You act so tough, but we both know the second I touch you you’ll melt.’ Or, specifically when he first noticed your reactions, ‘Blushing and stuttering all because I’m holding your hand?’ Followed by a laugh, as well as a shine in Danny’s eyes that hardly prepares you for what he does the second you’re alone.
You were alone at the survivors’ campfire, resting after a long ‘day’ of trials. The silence was comforting, well-needed after all you’d experienced today. You had almost dozed off, when suddenly a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. You immediately recognize the black leather gloves and long sleeves as Danny’s, your cheeks flushing red as his hands gently squeeze your sides. “Hello, handsome.” Danny says, pulling his mask to the side just enough to expose his lips before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You stutter out a hello, which only makes Danny chuckle and wrap his arms around you tighter, pulling you back against his chest.
“I love how you react to my touch. All of this… just for me.” While others would consider his comment a tad possessive, but his words were only adding fuel to the fire growing inside of you. His hands trail down your side, now hovering over your clothed member, which twitched and strained against your pants as Danny spoke up. “You know exactly what you do to me don’t you, y/n?”
• Oh, you best believe Wesker is using this to his advantage. While he might not express just how much he likes your flustered reaction to even the slightest touch, you can tell it drives him wild. Like Danny, once he realizes, he will have his hands on you whenever he can.
• Now, unlike you, Wesker has little to no physical reaction to touch. It’s as if nothing even happened, really. Inside his head, however, Wesker is ready to take you right then, right there. His touch is how he shows he owns you, so if you were to take his hand in yours? Be prepared for Wesker to fuck you senseless, no matter where you are.
• Wesker won’t necessarily make fun of you, he doesn’t have the time for that, but he will comment on your flustered state. If you’re into it, Wesker will degrade you, especially during sex. If not, he will shower you in praises. Seriously, Wesker just likes seeing you blush and squirm under his touch! It fills him with an indescribable sense of power and dominance; which is something Wesker… probably has enough of already, but hey, it just means he’ll fuck you all the better. 😉
It was another trial, but at least this time you were with Wesker. Roaming through the halls of RPD, you heard your heartbeat pick up and knew he was around. You were waiting in his office, your eyes lighting up when you finally spot him. Stained with the blood of your teammates, Wesker makes his way to you and pulls you into a very unexpected hug. His hold was possessive, tight… enough to have your face heating up and your body practically under him. He leans down until his lips were even with your ear, breath tickling your skin as he whispers.
“I missed you, my pet. I missed watching you blush and stutter under my touch... didn't you?" Wesker hums, the shaky sigh that escapes your lips telling him all he nees to know. His hands slide down to your ass, pressing your hips against his. You gasp, blood rushing to your member as Wesker presses a kiss to your neck. "I knew you did."
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So sorry for the disappearance! I know I make a lot of excuses, but I promise I mean them all. I work at a barn that puts on camps for children throughout the months of June-July, so I'm very busy during those times. I have one final camp next week, so hopefully after that my works will pick back up again.
╯‧⁚⁛⁙ ┉ self-aware!ghostface and the player headcanons | part 1/?
-> first things first, once danny breaks the fourth wall, good luck because bby that man will never leave you alone. he wants your attention on him and him alone. you either main him or risk getting your game glitched out til you do.
-> gets frustrated when you purposely let survivors go. this is not a charity party, this is a hunting trial. thinks you're going too soft and might honestly assume control of himself and take matters into his own hands if you keep it up.
-> depending on his mood, he might or might not care if you accidentally let some slip. it's okay hun everyone makes mistakes (but not 3 in a row). you're not like danny, a ruthless and cold-blooded murderer, so he understands. though if he keeps getting flashbanged he will take matters into his own hands again because he's trying not to go blind before his forties.
-> loves watching you scroll on your phone or eating when you're taking a break from matches. if you don't pay attention to him for long he'll start repeating his basic animations (stab stabby stab stab) until you look up and he can see those pretty eyes of yours again. ♡
-> absolutely despises when you switch to survivor. he doesn't get it. what do they have that he doesn't? what's the fun in being chased and hunted? he's so much more fun and entertaining- you can't just replace him like that.
->danny doesn't care about fashion or his appearance overall. his hair is often messy and with hits of dried blood here and there, and sometimes he forgets to wash himself after a kill but he loves when you buy him cosmetics. maybe it's the way your eyes lit up, or the small comments you make about how 'handsomely gorgeous he looks in red', and he craves that attention.
->believes you two are the match. no other killer or survivor could ever have what you and the ghostface have. his skills and your brains are the ultimate pair, any other could only dream of having a 'relationship' like the two of you have.
->snickers to himself as you make background commentary of how the trial is going, 'wow nea what was that?' 'damn are you just gonna leave your teammate die on first hook?' or his personal favourite... 'ace get your fucking ass off of the balcony right now'
->his dark, cold heart flutters in excitement as he hears you cheer after a 4k or after you get vengeance on some particular sassy survivors who think they can outsmart you. oh, how danny would love to see your hands covered in blood as you digged his blade into the corpses of-
->for now, danny will keep watching and testing his boundaries. his limits. watching you from behind a screen can only satisfy him for so long. he wants the real deal, he craves to feel you, your touch, the softness or roughness of your skin. he wants to show you that he's the only one good enough for you.
A/N: trying a new format of headcanons/stories hehehe
X Reader where Ghostface and Reader are friends online but dont realize they know the other irl! Maybe theyre just coworkers, rivals, etc , maybe its a Love Square situation or turns into one,,,
What im thinking rn is maybe they know eachother on some dark web forum shit (think of how in Scream 2 Mrs Loomis found Mickey on some website 💀) and Because of that, theyre careful not too reveal too much of their personal lives
They dont realize the person they stay up talking to each night is actually right across the room in the other cubicle