Creep!reader: "Something like that requires massive arcane power and mastery to be even be able to pierce through the fog. Also... the Entity may or may not have rather compromising photos of me and Ghostface, so I'd rather not get involved"
Dwight: "S-She may or may not have pictures of you two in full fursuits? Cuz I may or may not have been there"
Creep!reader: "Actually, we may or may not have been covered in baby oil"
Jake, sighing heavily: "Ugh...well I guess the Entity wins"
Creep!reader: "Oh, do me a favor. Peel this apple for me, please"
The Pig: No, no, I'm not gonna peel an apple for you.
Creep!reader: But Danny always does it for me.
The Pig: Why does Danny peel apples for you?
Creep!reader: He doesn't like for me to eat the apple with the skin on it. He said the skin is loaded with toxins.
The Pig: Ok, well, good news, Danny's not here.
Creep!reader: I know he's not here, and that's why I need you to do it for me please, please.
The Pig: Ah! Jesus just eat it with the skin on.
Creep!reader: "I do not like it with the skin, Amanda! I'm not allowed to eat it with the skin, I'M NOT ALLOWED!"
The Pig: Oh my god, alright, if you just shut up, I will peel the apple for you the way Danny likes you to eat it. Give it to me, GIVE IT TO ME. I'll do it the way Danny insists, okay?
I wonder how the survivors would react in a situation where somehow creep!readers mask gets pulled off.
Survivor reactions to Creep!Reader face reveal (Part 1)
Whether intentionally or not, your mask got yanked off during chase
Creep!reader
Instant panic
The mask is part of your charm, your character
You keep it ok for a reason
It's easier to blame your acts on the Creep character when you hide behind a mask. But with it off, you can no longer hide behind a persona. Now (y/n) has to take all the blame. You feel sick to your stomach
You don't want the sheep to see you like this
You instinctively cover your face
Only to wack it with your own whip
Yelps and cries of anguish pursue
You have to reveal your face if you want to get your mask back
Fuck it
You uncover your face and fumble around on the ground to find your mask on the floor
(My glasses...I can't see without my glasses)
You don't even care that the survivor who did this is standing shocked and watching your pathetic display
Claudette Morel
She's almost, if not, more panicked than you are
"SORRYIDIDNTMEANTODOTHATPLEASEDONTBEMADATME"
She almost trips over herself to grab your mask and hand it to you
One of her hands is firmly covering her eyes, not wanting to see your face out of fear (and maybe empathy)
She's shaking
You grab it and quickly put it on
You take deep breaths
That's better
You look at her
She's still covering her eyes, still shaking
Your grip on your whip tightens, then relaxes
You reach out to ruffle her hair
Claudette stiffens but doesn't uncover her eyes
There's a long pause as silence fills the realm
She slowly uncovers her eyes while apologizing
"I really didn't mean to....."
You're already gone
You let her have hatch that trial
Dwight Fairfield
Just as panicked but frozen to the spot
He's thinking of all the terrible, painful, and vile stuff you're gonna do to him. Even if it was an accident
He's trembling as he watches you look for your wolf mask
You break the stiff silence
"You're gonna help me or just stand around like a dumbass?"
You sound really pissed
Dwight squeaks and does as he's told
He finds it and hands it to you
He's not even hiding the fact he's staring at your face
You look.....pretty
"Good Boy," you hum in approval when Dwight gives you your mask
His face erupts into a blush
"I-I....uhhh......okay"
He's waiting for the other shoe to drop
This is the part where you skin him alive for doing that to you, right?
"10 second head start"
Dwight blinks
Huh?
"10....9....8..."
He yelps again and speeds off as he yells back a "Thank you"
You decide to leave him for last. Whether or not he escapes is up to your mood
Haddie Kaur
Very short interaction
She almost just kept running
But she caught a look at your face
She took her time to observe your desperation as you fumbled for your mask
That was the face of a depraved monster
She sneered
Haddie could also feel the absolute evil that emanated from your mask
She could feel the pain it witnessed, the despair, and oddly enough, she felt denial
Haddie didn't stay too long to see what you would do to her since she saw your face
She's long gone by the time you put on your mask
You let out a growl
You can't let her leave until you threaten her
No other sheep can know what you look like
Felix Richter
Stands there awkwardly
He's not sure what to do
On one hand, he feels bad for you
On the other hand, you're a killer
He's conflicted on what to do
Felix also takes a look at your face, his curiosity got the best of him
You look vulnerable
You're not making his internal conflict any better
He settles for a quick tip before continuing to run
"It's on your left, the bush"
He calls out as he runs towards main building
You scoff and grab it
You didn't need his pity or help
Okay maybe you did
You put on your mask and continue chasing him
Felix doesn't fail to notice when you put him on the hook more gently than before
The Entity had you on punishment. Apparently, teaching the Demogorgon to attack Freddy on command was a big no-no. So now you had to deal with non-stop trials for a while. This meant you were separated from Ghostface.
You, of course, made a huge fuss about being pent up. The Entity, in all her mercy, simply dropped a vintage porno magazine from the sky and basically said "Use this".
Bitch.
However, it didn't take many trials before you had Dwight in one of them.
Bingo
Dwight's face was flushed as his heart felt like it was about to explode. Your arm was securely wrapped around his shoulder as your hand held the magazine to his face. He could hear your heavy breathing behind the mask as your free hand worked on your cock.
Dwight was trying not to moan too loudly as he stroked his own cock, in fear that you would suddenly change your mind and just kill him on the spot.
You nudge him with the snout of your mask. "Heh, look at that one. isn't she a cutie?" You say gruffly as you point at he page before returning to your throbbing member.
Dwight nodded weakly, unable to tear his eyes away from the image displayed in front of him. The woman on the page looked incredibly vulnerable, her body arched in a pose of pure ecstasy.
You let out a low, threatening growl. Suddenly, he realized that he was supposed to answer. "Ye-Yes! She is," he stammered nervously as he stroked his own cock harder. He glanced momentarily to look at your cock.
You see him and smile beneath your mask. You pull him closer. Dwight stiffens and holds his breath. You grip the base of your cock and boop your tip with his. "Heh heh....smooch," You chuckle scratchily.
Dwight let out a small whimper of discomfort mixed with arousal before regaining his composure. "Wha—what was that for?" he stammered, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment. He didn't want to give you the satisfaction of seeing him squirm too much.
You laugh. "I'm just messing ya, Dweety," You say as you let go of your member to reach out and pinch his cheek.
Dwight winced at the sudden pinch on his cheek, biting his lower lip to suppress a yelp of pain. The slimy trail left by your pre-cum sent shivers down his spine. You went back to jerking off as he nervously continued as well, occasionally glancing over to look at your cock.
With every flick of your wrist, Dwight's resolve weakened further. His eyes were transfixed on your engorged member. It was about his girth but longer. And he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like inside him.
The thought made his cock twitch in response, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through his body. His breath quickened as he imagined being taken by one of the Entity's killers.
You seemed to show him some sort of favor in the past, so Dwight pushes his luck and slowly reached out to touch your cock. However, before he could make contact, you caught him midway and smacked his hand away harshly.
Stunned, Dwight recoiled, his heart racing wildly in his chest. Had he gone too far? Was this the end of the line for him?
"Sorry Dweety. That's for Ghostface only," You playfully tease as you nudge him.
Swallowing hard, Dwight mustered up what little courage remained within him. "Please," he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. "I promise I won't tell anyone. Just this once..."
His eyes pleaded with you for mercy, hoping that perhaps you'd take pity on him and grant his request. After all, there was no harm in just one little touch, right?
You let out a huff as you shake your head. Danny was gonna get a kick out of this....or get an aneurysm. "Fine, just don't come crying to me when Ghostface starts tunneling you," You say as you drop the magazine to the floor and raise your hands in a playful surrender gesture.
Dwight's heart skipped a beat as you relented, allowing him to wrap his trembling fingers around your cock. He got onto his knees in front of you. The heat radiating from your skin burned his palms, and he could feel every vein throbbing underneath his touch.
You internally smiled at how serious yet nervous Dwight was as he stared down your cock. You flex your member a couple times and try to break the ice. "I think it likes you".
Dwight's face turned crimson at your words, but he couldn't bring himself to care anymore. He was too busy looking at your dick which seemed to twitch eagerly under his touch.
At first, Dwight hesitated, unsure of where to begin. But then, driven by instinct, he started rubbing his thumb along the length of your shaft, savoring the velvety texture beneath his fingertips.
Unable to contain yourself, you released a low groan that reverberated throughout the room. Reaching out, you ran your fingers through Dwight's short black hair, massaging his scalp while he continued working on your cock. Encouraged by your reaction, he picked up speed, working his hand faster and harder until he could feel precum oozing between his fingers.
You bucked your hips slightly, thrusting yourself deeper into his grasp as you gripped his head tightly. "That's it, good boy," you encouraged, your voice growing huskier with each passing second. "You're doing great."
Dwight picked up speed, sliding his hand faster and faster along your shaft until he found a steady rhythm. Each time he hit the tip, you let out a strangled groan, your legs trembling as if straining against invisible restraints. The sounds of wet slapping filled the room as your cock was covered in your own precum.
Feeling bold, he pressed his lips to the tip of your cock, taking it between his teeth and teasing the slit with his tongue. You groaned deeply, pulling him closer until his nose was buried in your pubic hair.
Choking on your cock, Dwight struggled to maintain his composure as you released a deep, guttural moan that echoed throughout the room. As he sucked harder, you began bucking your hips, thrusting yourself deeper into his mouth without warning. Dwight struggled to keep up, his eyes watering as he tried desperately to accommodate your massive size. He could feel precum trickling down his throat, mixing with saliva and drool as he fought to swallow every last drop.
With a final thrust, you drove yourself deep into Dwight's throat, forcing him to choke on your cock as you released your load straight into his waiting mouth. Panicked, Dwight tried to swallow quickly, struggling to contain the torrent of hot, sticky cum pouring down his throat.
Finally, you released your hold on Dwight's head, allowing him to pop free with a loud, wet sound. Gasping for air, he stared up at you through watery eyes, his face flushed and sweaty from exertion.
"Nice job, Dweety," you said, running a finger along his jawline tenderly. "You really know how to treat a guy right."
You're one cruel and sick creep, and you plan to let every survivor know that.
Jake Park
He doesn't feel much towards you
To him, you're just another killer he needs to evade
Jake won't let you use his emotions against him
You don't really like to chase him
"Come on! Smile or something"
Your camera is in his face as he just stares at you nonchalantly
You huff and storm away while muttering
"Danny's right; you're a waste of memory space"
Ironically, you don't see his look of confusion
Who the hell was Danny?
Jake never seems to be stressed by the things you put him through
He's as calm and cold as the fog
He rarely ever talks to you
You find that pretty boring
You've resorted to doing the most unhinged shit you can think of to get a reaction out of him
Kiss his cheek while you carry him to hook?
He just keeps wiggling out like normal
Camp and tunnel him?
He avoids your gaze and hangs there silently
It's getting frustrating
Unfortunately for Jake, you have plenty of time for new ideas
You have plenty of time. You have even more when you kill everyone but Jake and leave him slugged.
He was sprawled on the grimy ground, blood oozing from his wounds. You knelt beside him, your demeanor oddly nonchalant for the grim circumstances. Your fingers idly toyed with your whip.
"You gonna say something?" you asked, the curiosity in your tone almost casual, like you were discussing the weather. Your camcorder dangled lazily from your hand, recording the macabre scene.
Yet, Jake remained defiantly silent. His teeth were clenched, and he steadfastly avoided meeting your eyes, determined to deny you even the tiniest shred of satisfaction, refusing to give you the reaction you so desperately craved.
With an impatient sigh, you found the silence dreadfully monotonous. An idea struck you, and you slowly extended your hand, pushing a finger into one of Jake's open wounds.
Jake couldn't contain his agony any longer. He let out a primal scream through gritted teeth, his suffering reminiscent of a wounded animal's cry. It was a satisfying sound, one that you had longed to hear.
A sinister grin crept across your lips as you chuckled softly. "Finally," you remarked in a more casual tone, "I knew you had something fun for me." With a sadistic glint in your eyes, you continued to toy with his wound, and Jake clenched the ground beneath him, his face contorted in pain.
Still, he refused to speak to you. He eventually bled out before you could manage to reach his insides up to your elbow.
Bill Overbeck
Bill is absolutely unnerved by you
You seem to be infatuated with the older male survivors
This doesn't bode well for him
"You run pretty well for a smoker"
He hears your awful laughter as he tries to loop you
Bill grits his teeth as he slams a pallet on you
He smiles a little when he hears your cry of pain
You seem to not handle fakes very well
Bill has slammed almost every pallet on the map on you
He can hear the grinding of your teeth under your wolf mask
"That fucking hurt"
Looks like you getting tilted, Bill smirks
"Remember that pain when you chase me, dumbass"
Bill doesn't stay to see your reaction
But a chill goes through his body when he hears you make a promise
"I'll give you something to remember, forever"
He stays on high alert as he escapes the chase
His mistake was caring for the others
He probably should've realized it was a trap
You hooked Feng and waited close by
When Bill felt you pull him onto your shoulder as he went for the save, his heart sank
He began to wiggle like hell
You don't take him to a hook; you just plop him down on the floor
You knelt beside Bill, your ever-present camcorder continuing to document his pain. The werewolf mask loomed over him as your hand reached out to touch his back, fingers tracing patterns.
Bill's stomach churned, and the urge to vomit threatened to overcome him. He fought desperately to crawl away from you, the taste of dirt and despair mingling in his mouth. But it was a futile struggle. You were a relentless force, like a predatory creature toying with its prey.
With a sickening, calculated grace, you knelt upon his back, your weight crushing him down into the unforgiving ground. Bill's world shrank to a suffocating tunnel of terror. As the unfeeling lens of your camcorder captured every agonizing moment, he couldn't help but wonder who the recordings were for.
As your hand ventured lower and lower towards his ass, Bill's panic surged to a fever pitch. He thrashed about violently, desperately trying to evade your touch, his heart pounding in his chest like a trapped animal. The dread of what might happen next gnawed at his very soul.
But then, like a twisted reprieve, the unmistakable popping of a generator broke through the realm's silence. Your hand withdrew, and you let out an exasperated sigh. The unexpected interruption seemed to momentarily spare Bill from further torment.
"Maybe next time, Pookie bear," you cooed, your tone dripping with a perverse affection that sent shivers down his spine. You rose to your feet and began to walk off towards the main building.
Bill felt unclean.
Ashley Williams
One of the few who tolerated you
He was quite the annoyance sometimes
Fuck Mettle of Man
But you liked him
He was always fun to chase
Witty remarks and flirts back and forth
"Stay still, Handy Manny"
"Sorry kiddo, no can do. Maybe drop your fetish whip and then we'll talk"
It was really refreshing
So much so that you let him have the hatch if he's the last one
Sometimes
The footage you have of him is basically one long blooper reel
Even when you carry him he's pretty chill, even as he wiggles
"Aw come on, throw me a bone will ya?"
"You brought Head On and Flashbang, hell no"
Even if he doesn't hold grudges, don't expect an easy chase
You rarely chase him at the beginning of trials because he's that good
Frustrating, but in an amusing way
It helps that he's pretty smoking
Groovy
"You're really something, Ash," you purred with wicked allure, your werewolf mask hiding the twisted grin that danced on your lips. "I think I want you for my next... film."
Ash couldn't help but chuckle, his voice laced with a playful tone, "Oh, baby, I've seen films like yours at the adult video arcades. You'll have to try harder than that to impress me!"
With a deft leap, he vaulted through a grimy window, your whip striking him with a satisfying snap. But even as pain coursed through his veins, Ash didn't miss a beat, calling back to you, "Nice try, wolfie, but I've had worse dates!"
You hesitate for far too long as you hear him say that. You scoff at your relapse in focus, knowing you probably wouldn't catch up to him now. You record his fleeting form with your camcorder. It wouldn't hurt to have some comedy in your collection.
You wonder if he'll be mad that Ash used his petname for you.
Danny's hand trembled as he tried to get a good view of you on your camcorder.
He had a bad trial and was tilted when he came home to you. You told him to rest on the couch. He took off his mask as he grumbled about "second chance" perks.
"How about I cheer you up?"
Danny didn't think you meant this. He thought you were gonna cook or bake for him.
Not that he was complaining. This was better
Way better
The sensation of your lips wrapped around his cock almost drives him to madness. He groans softly and reaches down, tangling his free hand in your hair as he guides you deeper.
"Oh fuck, Wolfie," Danny gasps out, his voice catching slightly. "You're so- so good at this."
You hum in response, sending vibrations up Danny's shaft that makes him shiver with pleasure. His grip on you tightens as he thrusts his hips forward, wanting more of the delicious friction.
"You like sucking my cock?" He asks breathlessly, looking down at you with a hungry gaze.
You, while still maintaining eye contact between pleasuring Danny's throbbing manhood, respond with a muffled moan. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock before taking it back into his mouth and deep-throating him.
Danny lets out another groan as he feels your hot mouth take all of him in. His eyes flutter closed for a moment before opening again to look upon the sight below to make sure the camcorder had a good angle.
"Good Doggy," He praises as he thrusts gently into your throat.
Danny watches with as you take him deeper into your mouth, bobbing up and down on his cock with practiced ease. The feeling of your hot, wet mouth around him is almost too much to bear.
"Jesus fucking Christ," He grunts out, his fingers digging into the soft skin at the back of your neck. "You're so......fuck."
You bob up and down on his cock as you pay close attention to make sure the camcorder has a good angle before deepthroating him again, taking all 8 inches in one swift motion.
Danny gasps and rocks his hips forward as you take him all the way to the hilt, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge with every passing moment.
"I- I'm gonna... gonna cum soon," he warns breathlessly.
Without hesitation, you increase your pace even more determined than ever before, aiming for the "climax" of the film.
Danny's breaths come out in short gasps as he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He moans loudly, the sound echoing throughout the room.
He lets out a whimper of pleasure and looks down at you with a needy expression.
"Fuck, Wolfie, I'm close," Danny gasps out, his hips thrusting forward instinctively as he chases after his release. "Don't stop- please don't stop."
You continue to bob up and down on his cock in response, taking him in deep before pulling back slightly just as he reaches the edge again.
"You want to cum for me?" You ask teasingly before taking him back into their mouth once more.
"Yes- fuck yes," Danny moans out desperately, unable to hold back any longer.
"Fuck, I'm- I'm gonna cum," He warns you as his hips thrust forward frantically. "Fuck, fuck, fuck"
Danny lets out a loud cry as he finally reaches his climax, shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat while gripping onto the camcorder for dear life.
Danny pulls out of your mouth as his chest heaves with exhaustion, his cock slick with saliva and cum. He gently takes hold of your chin and points the camcorder at your open mouth, which is full of his cum.
"Swallow it," He commands softly, watching closely through the lens of the camera.
You obediently swallow down every last drop in front of Danny, who lets out a low groan at the sight.
"That's it," he murmurs approvingly. "You're such a good doggy for me."
As you finish swallowing, Danny leans down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss before pulling back and turning off the camera.
You chuckle as you take the camera from him, grinning with satisfaction at having captured such a hot scene.
"I'll make sure to burn this on a CD," You say, giving Danny a playful wink. "Can't let any of this go to waste. And I'm gonna need you for some more scenes too."
Danny grins back at you and slumps onto the couch beside him, still breathing heavily from the workout.
"Anytime, babe," He says with a smirk as he leans back on the couch. "You know I'm always up for whatever you want to do."
You thought of new scenes you two can create as you rewatch the video. This is gonna be some of your finest work.
Ever since you and Danny made your little movie, it went without saying that you two were now a couple
And he's pretty clingy
Like a cat
In between trials he lays his head on your lap at the campfire
Like he owns it
Arms behind his head along with a loud content sigh
He glances to make sure the other killers are watching
"Babe, you're sooooo comfy"
The others either roll their eyes or groan
He chuckles and then rolls over to press his face into your stomach
"Mhhhmmhhmmmhhh"
You let him move into your realm since he never had one
(Think Haddonfield but sunny)
You give him the tour
"And this is where I filmed Jenny's death. She screamed a lot"
"That's hot babe" camera flash
You show him your home
Or at least the Entity's recreation of it
He looks around as you stand proud
There's a long pause
Silence fills the air
"Hey wolfie......your home blows ass"
You slump
siggghhhhh "I know"
Danny helps you spruce up the place while you're at a trial
"Trust me babe, I know what I'm doing. I once killed a interior home designer"
Returning from your trial, you step into the realm once more and enter your "home," the place where Danny had undertaken the task of redecorating. As you take in the changes, you're surprised to find that he's actually done a good job. Furniture has been shifted around to create a more balanced layout, and paintings adorn the walls, adding a touch of life to the otherwise eerie space. You notice it's some of Carmina's work.
You can't help but wonder if he "borrowed" the artwork, considering his........Danny-ness
However, your gaze lands on something that doesn't quite fit the rest of the decorations. A wall adorned with Polaroids depicting his past murder victims catches your attention. It's a stark contrast to the rest of the aesthetic changes he's made.
"Damn it, Danny, the composition is all wrong," you mutter with a hint of frustration, your annoyance stemming from his lack of attention to aesthetics. The Polaroids are haphazardly nailed to the wall, without any discernible pattern or arrangement.
Beside you, Danny simply shrugs and looks at you with an impish grin.
"Well, can't please everyone, can I? Besides, I thought it'd be a fun way to show off my... accomplishments," he responds with his characteristic smugness, his tone unapologetic.
Rolling your eyes at Danny's response, you can't help but mutter a teasing insult under your breath. "Moron," you scoff, your words laced with affectionate amusement.
You both go on stalking dates
Meaning you sneak around the survivor camp and record them from afar
You both giggle like schoolgirls when you throw a pebble at Dwight's head
The nervous wreck of a leader is so confused as he darts his head around
You record everything on your camcorder
"Wolfie, lemme try. Record this"
"Okay, ready"
You focus your viewfinder on Dwight, expecting another pebble
Something suddenly pierces Dwight's neck at full speed
It makes a squelching sound and then a crack as it hits bone
Dwight falls dead
Danny deadass threw his knife at Dwight
The survivor camp erupts into chaos
Danny grabs your hand as you two hightail it out of there
You're both laughing like hyenas
The Entity makes you both walk Demogorgon around the entire realm as punishment
For a whole week
Well at least you're together
As you and Danny navigate the Yamaoka estate, you hold the leash that's tethered to the Demogorgon. The creature's towering form is a stark contrast to the mundane concept of a "dog," yet here you are.
"Hey, Danny, can you hold the leash?" you inquire, a hint of mischief dancing in your voice. Danny simply shrugs and nods as he takes the leash from your hand. You watch with a faint smirk as he wraps the leash around his hand.
Taking advantage of the moment, you calmly reach down to your boot and retrieve a sliver of jerky. With a casual, nonchalant demeanor, you extend the treat towards the Demogorgon. "Here, boy, fetch," you utter, your tone tinged with amusement as you toss the jerky away from you.
In an instant, the Demogorgon reacts, its predatory instincts kicking in as it lunges after the jerky. The force of its movement catches Danny off guard, and he's practically yanked off his feet, the leash becoming a makeshift tether that tugs him along like a ragdoll.
"Asssshoooollllleee!" Danny's indignant yell carries through the air, the word drawn out as he's pulled farther away from you. His insults grow faint as the distance between you increases, his voice eventually becoming a distant echo.
A bout of genuine laughter escapes your lips. Maybe punishment wasn't so bad as long as Danny was there.
