#danny johnson x reader

[wintermoonkisses]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓

☆ In which they accidentally touch your chest during a trial. ⚠️ warnings: slight sexual content, fluff, cuddles, obsessive and possessive behaviour, happy and clingy men ☆ includes: michael myers, pyramid head, albert wesker, danny johnson, kazan yamaoka, ji-woon hak, evan macmillan, ken kaneki, tarhos kovâcs

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒

You were climbing over a window to get away from him when it happened

He grabbed you and you freaked out, causing him to lose grip of your shirt and grab you directly by your boob

Heat rushed to your face and you looked at him with disbelief

He didn’t let go 💀

He was completely still

His fingers gave a slight squeeze and you instantly jolt from the sensation 🫣

You didn’t say anything and of course, neither did he

Reality hit back and you kicked him away, before diving into the open hatch

He would shamelessly think about the warmth and softness of your boob afterwards

The Entity’s realm was cold and merciless but the mere thought of your chest allowed warmth to spread throughout his body

Your boobs was the medicine to cure his evilness 🪄

Now that he thought about it, you were really attractive 

Spying on you became his new addiction and when the time is right, he made his move to make you his

You and him now remain inseparable and he would protect you 

Of course, he gets to touch your boobies in return 😙

Maybe one day he’ll give kisses to them too 🤭

𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃

The attraction he had towards you was undeniable

And it only escalates when ✨paradise✨ finally came his way

You were running away from him down the dark halls of Midwich and you went into an empty classroom

You slammed the door shut and tried to prevent him from coming in, when his hand shot through the wood and grabbed your chest by accident

You squeaked from the touch as his palm is clearly cupping your boob

He was still for a moment before he pulled away and broke down the door

Your face was beet red as the two of you stared each other in silence before he turned and guided you towards the hatch

He would see you after the trial and you would try to explain to him that it was just an accident and it wouldn’t happen again

His hand was squeezing the air the whole time 😭

You noticed and tried to tell him to stop but he didn’t 💀

Now that he saw you even closer, you had an exquisite figure 🌟

Pyramid Head would continue to spare you and get closer to you, until you reciprocated his feelings

You would lie in his lap outside of trials, feeling safe and protected with his imposing form

His hand would be on your chest the whole time 😝

𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑

He snatched you up with his Uroboros but instead of your neck, his hand cupped itself fully around your breast

He wasn’t a fool and it only became evident because of two things

1. Your flushed face

2. The squishyness

His fingers and palm were cupped perfectly around the roundness of your boob and he could feel his own face turning warm

He dropped you right away, turning around so you wouldn't have to see it

“You touched my breast!” You snapped at him in disbelief and shyness.

“So what? It’s not that impressive.” He sneered at you.

That was a lie

Your breast was divine ✨

It was the most beautiful, perfect, and spectacular specimen he had ever touched and come across 🥰

He decided to spare you since you made him very happy

After the trial, he could still imagine and feel your chest in his hands and his mind wondered to what it would be like to feel you skin-to-skin

The next trial, you tried to avoid him in any means since you thought it was awkward but it only turned him on

Towards the end of the trial, he caught you once more before you could escape

You two had a lot of fun with each other and are now together 😉

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

He was chasing after you when he tripped over a rock and slammed into you

You tumbled from his weight but at that moment, his hand grabbed your chest for support

Both of you tensed as the sinister aura disappeared slowly in the air 

He giggles

Hehe 🤪

“Wow! I didn’t mean to touch you so intimately.” He teased you.

Your face was turning redder than the blood that runs in your body and you were at a loss for words

Danny was blushing behind his mask too

His nose was also bleeding 💀

“What? Did I grip too hard?” He asked when you didn’t answer back

You freaked out and you finally pushed him away and ran off

Danny giggled at how cute you were and he disappeared into the darkness

Ever since then, he spared you and admired you from far away

You noticed and so did your teammates

“Why has he been sparing you? Did something happen?” Meg asked curiously.

Your face bloomed red and you shook your head feverishly

When you were left alone, Danny sneakily approached you from behind 

You jumped seeing his masked face but before you could run off, he wrapped his arms tightly around you

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He rasped out, “Look at what you’ve done to me.”

He leaned in and his hand reached up to lift his mask

“May I touch it again?” ♥️

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐎𝐊𝐀

This samurai values honour more than anything so imagine his shock when his hand accidentally brushed against a soft pillow that was your boob

You were in his hands, squirming and mewing in embarrassment as he was supposed to choke you but instead, his hand caught something else

He dropped you

Even though he was a ruthless murderer, he felt horrible

He bowed slightly 🥺

You were staring at him with a red face but you slowly recovered

“I-It’s okay.” You squeaked out.

He felt he lost this trial and he would never accept a tainted victory

He grabbed you and threw you into the hatch, vowing to kill you next time

However the next time he saw you, he spared you once more and this process only repeated until he knew he would have to accept his feelings eventually

You were having trouble lifting the wood for the fireplace when you felt him stand next to you

You glanced at him with confusion as he refused to look at you, but he instead took the wood from your hands 💕

Since he kept on sparing you, you followed him side by side 

His free hand slowly brushed against yours and you in turn, grabbed it and intertwined your fingers together

Who knew that touching some boobs would start a romantic connection with you 😘

𝐉𝐈-𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐊

He was hunting for your fellow teammate when you jumped down from the building at an unfortunate time

You screamed when you collided with him and he was met with a soft pillowy and cushiony feel of your amazing boobs 😌

You scrambled off him right away but the damage was done

He was blushing like crazy and he could feel his heart race with excitement

He licked his lips with anticipation 💋

You on the other hand was more paranoid with him killing you then the notion of him faceplanting into your chest

Ji-Woon ignored you and continued to chase your teammates but it was obvious he was occupied in his mind

He just can’t stop thinking about your chest!

They were so soft, pillowy, warm, and they would fit perfectly in his-

He’s getting distracted!

The trial ended with you all escaping as Ji-Woon threw a tantrum in the middle of the realm, freaking out that some mere boobs would distract him this much

He even dreams about your chest now 💀

He knew he couldn’t avoid it forever as his heart was torn into pieces 

The moment he saw you, he kissed you passionately and decided on that moment, you and him were going to be one sexy pair together 😍

𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍

You were caught in one of his traps and when he tried to pick you up, you began to wiggle to his surprise

Your body came out of his grasp and in a split second, he wrapped his arm around your back with his hand resting directly on your chest

You flinched but he remained composed

But he was turning red behind his mask

His mind was making flips 🕺

He refused to make a fuss about it since it wasn’t a big deal

He placed you down and time seemed to slow down between you two, as your heart was racing like crazy

To break off the tension, he let out a frustrated sigh and stepped over you, choosing to unleash his wrath and embarrassment with the other survivors

Much to his dismay - or happiness 😏, you were the last survivor in the trial and he helped you open the gate

He removed the bear trap and he stepped aside like a gentleman to allow you to go towards the exit 🥹

“Thanks.” You said nervously, accepting this generous offer.

He only nodded while he held his weapon tightly

His other hand though… was deep inside his pocket since he couldn’t stop fidgeting for some reason! 👉🏻👈🏻

He watched you leave and the moment you were gone, he finally let out a deep sigh and threw his mask to the ground as he knew you were going to plague his mind for eternity now

Breast trial ever 😆

𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐊𝐈

There was now a good reason why he always uses his kagune to pick up survivors

He was in cold disbelief as the warm touch of your breast caused him to instantly snap out of his bloodlust and animalistic state 

He had never touched a boob in his entire life and to feel this now… he couldn’t believe it! 👏🏻

He couldn’t even feel the centipede crawling in his brain anymore! 💀

He will remain cold and silent but the moment you respond, he wanted to curl up in a ball and die

Kaneki is still a kind boy at heart and he’ll apologize to you, even dropping you by the hatch to spare you

He ran away after that, too embarrassed 🥺

After the trial, he thought it would be right to apologise to you properly

“Hey, about what happened earlier…” He started, his kagune retracting for the first time in the realm.

“It’s okay. I didn’t mind.” You assured him.

You were then called into another trial, leaving him shocked and and confused more than ever

Kaneki felt broken and lonely in this realm but maybe now… he might have a close companion and hopefully, it could be something more

He’ll have to thank your fantastic boobs for bringing you two together 🤲🏻

𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐇𝐎𝐒 𝐊𝐎𝐕Á𝐂𝐒

Despite his brutal upbringing and past, he’s actually pretty civil about it

He found you in the basement and when you tried to get away, his hand cupped your chest to stop you from running

Even clad in armour, he could still feel the supple flesh of your boob 😳

He let go immediately and stepped back, giving you space

He may be a psychopath but he’s not that kind of psychopath

“Are you okay?” He would ask you.

You were surprised when he didn’t maim you as you tried to calm down before offering him a nod

“Did I hurt you?” He asked.

He’s okay with stabbing and killing people but he doesn’t want to hurt your boob 🥺

“Yes, I’m fine. Totally fine.” You nodded frantically.

You wished he would just kill you now, this awkwardness was literally torture

“You don’t sound fine.” He stepped closer to you.

He actually worries for you, as one touch of your boob managed to tame this merciless murderer 💀

“Is there any way I can make amends for this?” He added in a gentlemanly manner.

“You can spare me.” You replied right away.

Tarhos stepped back and you hastily went out of the basement before finding the hatch

You waved to him before you jumped in, leaving him alone with his thoughts

He knew this incident would never happen again but there was a part of him that wished it would

Maybe he’ll keep sparing you and you’ll let him touch your chest again 🫣

Tee hee 👉🏻👈🏻

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☆ was gonna add springtrap but i was like- can this mf even feel? anyways, hope you all enjoyed this somewhat cute and fluffy headcannons! wanted to do a spicier trope so this is what came to mind lol. ☆ check out my other horror stories: Innocent Doe, Good Girl, Pretty Little Thing

[2kiran]

I wanna fuck ghostface so hard that he blacks out or passed out from the sheer feeling of pleasure and pain. 😭😭😭

Hell yeah. Same thoughts. 18+ TOP READER

Ghostface’s knees buckled, his legs consistently trembling while his hands scrambled around the mattress for purchase. The cheek of his mask was firmly planted against the sheets, finding himself unable to look back at you without interrupting himself.

“Oh God! Oh God—hnngh, right there!”

He punched out a moan, relishing in the way your thick cock ruthlessly carves an imprint on his slick-graced walls. His feet were on the ground, his upper half on the bed, and his ass raised to you. Your hands gripped his hips, forcibly prompting him to fuck himself back on your dick in time with your thrusts.

“Yeah? Right here?” You ask, pulling out enough to allow him to feel the threat of you leaving his entrance before you roughly bottom out and hit his sweet spot, earning yourself a high whine. One of your hands reach up, grasping his nape and pushing him down. Making him take it.

Ghostface can barely breathe, weak gasps barely managing to leave his agape mouth. You were fucking him like you hated him, his obscured face uncomfortably digging harder into the soft bedspread.

It hurt. Hurt so good.

Your hips were meeting with his backside with audible smacks, accompanied by a force that’ll surely cause him to become terribly sore. He clenches around your cock with a whimper, heat rushing to his gut, a climax rapidly approaching him.

It was dizzying. It was electrifying, and he was so horny. The killer groans out, long and broken, his mind momentarily numbing. He’s so close, his wet dick beginning to throb, and he can feel himself right—

Ghostface suddenly becomes limp, his hips subconsciously bucking forward as his pretty slit spits out his messy release.

Oh.

He’s knocked out.

[tojidelrey]

˗ˋˏ 𝟐𝐕𝟖 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐍! ˎˊ-

pairing: ghostface & pyramid head x reader tags: threesome, spit roasting, degradation a/n: in light of 2v8 ending, here's a small blurb for the dbd fans :3

"Don't you think it's funny?" Says Danny's distorted voice under his mask.

You look up at him from your position with teary eyes, your only answer being a choked hum, as your mouth is currently occupied by his cock thrusting deep into your throat. "How the rest of your teammates are working hard to get out of here- mhmf," a low whine escapes his throat, "and all you're doin' is getting fucked by the killers?"

You roll your eyes, breathing deep with your nose and letting him reach impossibly deeper into your mouth.

He chuckles, then adds. "Well, maybe you're working hard too, the only reason we don't go out there and kill everybody is because of that tight pussy and cute little mouth."

Behind you is Pyramid Head, holding the sides of your hips with an iron grasp and splitting your pussy open with his monster cock. Your pussy flutters everytime his hips tilt against your asscheeks and hits that sweet spot inside of you. If it wasn't for these two holding you, you would've collapsed from the overstimulation already.

You had Ghostface's cock gagging you and Pyramid Head's cock fucking you from behind inside the killer shack. Your teammates were outside repairing the insane amount of generators, probably confused because no one is trying to kill them, while you were enjoying yourself with the ones supposed to slash them up.

You couldn't care less, though. Not when you were experiencing hot-white pleasure from being filled in both holes at the same time. Your cervix is being bullied by the tip of Pyramid's cock and your mind is being mashed into nothing but a moaning mess with Ghostface's words.

"Such a good girl for us, don't you think?" Danny speaks directly to Pyramid Head, holding your hair in his gloved hand and yanking you off him. You take the opportunity to take a deep breath. You're a mess, spit and tears wetting your face and dripping on the old wooden floor.

Pyramid doesn't answer, obviously, he just continues pounding your pussy and enjoying the wet sound it makes. Ghostface tsks.

"Are you a good girl, baby?" This time he adresses you. You can feel his intense stare behind the pitch black holes from his mask.

You nod, whimpering a hoarse 'Yes'.

He lets out a dark chuckle. "Oh-hoho, no, babygirl," Danny shakes his head, petting your chin like you would pet a dog. "Good girls don't get fucked by monsters, do they?"

Your hair gets pulled hard and you whimper. Danny takes the hunting knife next to him and caresses your wet cheek with the sharp tip. The cool metal mixed with the sudden fear alert shooting from your brain and the sharp pleasure from Pyramid behind you gives you gooseebumps.

"Answer," demands the man in front of you.

You shake your head.

"Exactly, that's what sluts do..." He drops the knife and grabs his cock by the base, starting to pump his gloved fist up and down in front of your mouth. The sight so tempting you just want to taste him again all over your tongue.

"Are you a slut, baby? Are you our slut?" Distorted grunts and whines escape from Danny's voice modulator.

And as he asks you such deliciously degrading question, Pyramid's pace starts to increase and become more erratic, hitting your g-spot nonstop with such agression that tears start forming at the corners of your pretty eyes.

"F-Fuck, yes, yesyesyes, I'm your slut- oh my God don't stop!"

Everything is too much. You don't recall what happens exactly after you cum all over Pyramid Head's cock and Danny bursts his warm seed all over your face. But you can faintly hear Dwight's voice somewhere near you mumbling "What the fuck..." and then screams of horror.

As you close your eyes on the hard floor of the killer shack, Pyramid Head grabs an old blanket laying around and covers your naked body. For a serial killer and an otherwordly monster, they are kind with you during aftercare.

[ribbionschokemeout]

Not trying to be negative or anything, just something I noticed and wondered if anyone else agrees. But, does anyone else feel like the fanfic community has kinda of faded throughout the years?

I remember when everyone was super active in it and pushing out fic’s like it was their job. But now that personalized AI has come around I feel like people haven’t really been as reliant on fan fiction to get that kind of self insert experience.

Which makes me kinda sad because it completely strips away the community aspect of sharing fan fiction. Also because using AI for this purpose is such an isolating experience and a huge difference between fan fiction and AI roleplay is that fanfics have an END.

Using generative AI for this and being able to go on as long as you want seems like why so many people are becoming addicted to it.

Anyways those are just some of my thoughts, sorry if it was written/formatted poorly I just wanted to go on a bit of a rant. But anyone from either side of this issue let me know your thoughts please!

[kaivenom]

Dbd Killers reaction to seeing you without underwear

Characters: Ghostface, Pyramid Head, Albert Wesker.

A/N: you are on a trial but you don't have underwear cause life sucks and the entity caught you on a bad moment. Somehow the killers saw it when you end up in front of them.

Masterlist

Ghostface

When he grabbed your foot to drag you to the floor and your shirt rolled up, he froze.

Your tits were in plain site and he got so excited he was glad that he had a mask on.

"My my girl, I didn't konw I could have this kind of a prize."

You took the chance to run off but he kept the rest of the trial running after you.

Now that he knows you can be a really good entertainment, he is not letting you go.

And if he can, he will rip your shirt with his knife.

Pyramid Head

When you fell right in front of him and your skirt rolled up, your ass and cunt were exposed to him.

He had seen naked woman before, mostly in Silent Hill, but this time it felt different.

You were alive and a separated one that he didn't know, and that was curious to him.

You were really scared cause he was not moving and you were certain that he was looking at you.

You put down your skirt and tried to run away.

From the rest of the trial, he kept using his sword and feet to make you fall with hopes of seeing your cunt again.

Albert Wesker

You were running from him and suddently one of his prototype arms wrapped around you.

You were trying to escape and suddently that slimy thing got under your shirt.

"You are very naughty, no bra on a survival game? no wonder why you runned so slow.

You tried to justify yourself even though you didn't need to and he dragged you next to him.

You are now centimeters apart and he is squeezing your body with his mutant arms.

He is inspecting all your features while almost crushing your ribs.

He would not take you to the hook, but he would take you to a branch and leave you there to come back later.

[markeater]

Synopsis: Dbd killers with a visually impaired reader.

Characters: Frank Morrison, Hillbilly, Albert Wesker, Deathslinger, Trickster, Knight, Chucky, Jason Voorhees, Pyramid Head, Ghostface, Huntress, Michael Myers.

!!Warnings: Gn reader, unhealthy relationships, murder, obsessive behavior, psychological manipulation, act not too deep!!

A.n: Ughh I feel like I completely fucked this up, it's my first time writing for dbd and even though my mood was getting in the way I was stubborn enough to finish it lol.

Frank Morrison

At first remembering what a complete asshole he is, he'll make fun of you. He'll take your white cane, perform stupid acrobatic tricks with it, and tell you to look at him. "Ah right, my dumbass. You're blind." at this point he can even make fun of himself and his jokes genuinely aren't funny.

You can be sure he'll turn your matches into hell. At some point the disrespect Frank shows you will start spreading to the others too. And when he finds out about it, sorry but he won't be pleased. "You fucking legged idiots aren't ashamed of messing with a blind person!?" he says while running up and driving his knife into someone's back without even looking at who they are. "Pick on someone your own size!"

Frank definitely doesn't consider himself to be in the same category as them. He's an egotistical meathead. Now he'll act as if nothing bad ever happened between the two of you.

"How many?" he held up two fingers right in front of your face and waited for an answer. "But Frank, I can't see—" He cut you off without a second thought. He was stubborn as a mule. "Yeah, but that doesn't stop you using your brain."

Frowning, you threw out a number without thinking much about it. "One?" There was silence between the two of you. Frank lowered the middle finger he had been showing you and grunted. "No, it was five."

What more is there to say? He's a complete asshole, but a lovable asshole.

Hillbilly

Oh, poor baby. His mind is going to be so thoroughly scrambled. Because of the life he's lived, he's never met a blind person before. At first he'll simply assume you’re clumsy and, without giving it much thought, try to kill you just like he does everyone else. But later during a sudden collision between the two of you, instead of screaming in fear, you reach out and touch whatever you ran into—Max's chest. Then with a small breath and hesitant uncertainty, you murmur "David?" and he just freezes.

His entire life, he'd been forced to endure disgusted stares crawling across his skin, he'd spent years fighting against screams that chased him as though they had a physical form of their own, but none of the pain he had ever experienced could have prepared him for this moment.

Not knowing what to do, he'll hurriedly leave. It won't take long for guilt to settle in after abandoning you there. He'll come back. Assuming you can't really get around on your own, he'll at least hope to guide you somewhere safe and keep you away from the carnage.

Of course, the moment he sees Leon—someone he already can't stand—holding your hand and leading you toward the generators, his mood will sour very quickly.

Deciding to leave you and Leon alone for a while, he'll turn his attention toward another survivor. Hoping to put an end to the battle between his heart and his mind, he'll keep dragging his chainsaw through bone.

Albert Wesker

Wesker wasn't stupid. During a chase, he knew exactly what the stick you were holding in the distance was when he caught sight of it from the corner of his eye. To be honest, he couldn’t help but feel a little curious in that moment. Was the Entity really cruel enough to bring a blind person here?

Still, this was Albert Wesker we were talking about. He never distinguished between the obstacles standing in the way of his victory. And you were no exception. Well, you were for a time...

You were far too kind. Not because you possessed a pure heart, but because you believed fighting with another person would gain you nothing. Perhaps that was why, despite the people who looked down on you and saw you as useless, you never used your blindness as a tool to turn your back on them. No, you caught even the smallest pained whimper like a hunter and continued helping others despite suffering yourself. And that fascinated him. He told himself it was nothing unusual. He had seen plenty of self sacrificing fools like that before, yet he could never stop himself from being drawn to you.

As he came to believe that you were remarkably intelligent and had interesting ideas, his interest in you became increasingly obvious. Which meant he would stop killing you. "Seven minutes...I'll give you only seven minutes." He said it while watching you study his face with eyes that couldn't see, unaware of the excitement shining within them after the familiarity built over such a long time.

If only you could have seen the savage hunger with which those bright eyes looked at you.

Caleb Quinn

One of Caleb's favorite things was targeting survivors from distances where he could truly show off his marksmanship. Naturally, that would make him notice you very quickly. When he aimed at you, instead of checking behind yourself, running and weaving back and forth like the others, he saw you trailing your hands along walls and finding your way through sound.

But the biggest thing that stopped Caleb was something else. The thing he knew best was the smell of helplessness.

He had faced strong opponents and exceptionally skilled ones, even the most dishonorable kinds, but never someone weak and without the chance to see. That went against his cowboy way too much. For a while he would simply watch you from afar, unsure of what to do with you.

Eventually, there would be times when he let you escape. There were moments when he not even allowed you to live during matches he was destined to lose. He tried not to cause unnecessary pain, and that applied not only to killing but to chases as well. While he hunted others directly with his rifle, he would usually take advantage of your condition and catch you with his hands instead.

He would never make you experience the pain of his harpoon even once, because shooting prey that couldn't properly run went against his cowboy pride.

Caleb never forgot what life had taken from him. Because of that, he wouldn't see your blindness as a 'flaw' but as 'one of life's dirty tricks played on you.' and with time, he would even start trying to have conversations with you.

Trickster

You're an insult to his existence. If someone were to come up and ask what he thought of you, he'd give a brief and straightforward answer. The Entity dragged this boring thing here to punish me.

To him, you're a loser. And as if not being able to see him wasn't enough, you're completely indifferent to his insults because you don't even know korean. "찌질이." When he throws one of his knives at you from a record breaking distance while you're running around with the help of your cane, he'll call out after you like that.

His voice is so low and wild that it sounds less like an insult and more like a term of endearment. Ji-woon shouldn't lie to himself, but he absolutely enjoys messing with you. And much like the affection he once accepted from his fans, he'll gradually begin admitting to himself that he likes your presence too.

"너 완전 루저야" (You're a complete loser) As he says it, he'll sign one of his favorite cassette tapes and tuck it into the side of your pants. Ah and if despite not understanding his strange behavior, you approach him politely instead of rudely...Ji-woon will melt. As this sick obsession of his grows over time, he'll begin writing music for you. During matches, he'll always leave you for last and constantly make sure the generators don't get finished so he can spend plenty of time with you.

Eventually, Ji-woon will remember that not being able to see his perfection doesn't stop you from feeling it, and after gently taking hold of your wrists and placing kisses against your palms that tickle your skin, he'll bow his head slightly before you and guide your hands up to his face.

The Knight

He definitely won't pity you. The moment he finds you he'll take care of you without hesitation, sooner he's rid of you, the better. But somehow, he'll occasionally find himself absentmindedly watching you.

Knight had seen far too many things before. The wounded, maimed, countless people clinging to life in agony despite missing limbs or having their faces completely shattered..He shouldn't have been affected by it and yet, here he was.

Drawn toward the scent of blood, you had reached out to him by following the sounds he made. One hand clung to his arm while you held a medkit in the other, looking at him with quiet concern. You were pathetic enough to mistake him for an injured teammate because of the smell of blood. "Let me help you."

With a grunt from beneath his helmet, he grabbed you by the arm, then shifted his hold to your waist. Ignoring your startled cry and the frightened struggling that came with your sudden realization, he carried you to the hatch.

If we ignore the part where he tossed you into the darkness like a sack of shit, it was actually gentlemanly.

Chucky

"Oh my God, is this shit a gift for me? It isn't even my birthday!" After killing everyone else, Chucky shouted that toward the sky as if someone up there was listening while enjoying the pleasure of finally meeting the new survivor. Damn it, he's going to make fun of you so much that at some point you might genuinely start praying for him to kill you.

"Don't stare at me like that! Although…you don't actually know where you're looking, do you?" Chucky laughed mockingly at you as you stood with your back to the generator, struggling to figure out what was happening around you. He would constantly compare your helplessness to that of a newborn baby, yet he generally wouldn't touch the cane you needed so badly. No, alright maybe he'd take it sometimes but he'd genuinely try not to interfere with it too much. "Well, you can't do anything without that shited thing either, can you? I'm the same way," he said while stroking the knife in his hand as though it were something seductive. "It's as inseparable from me as my dick."

Don't really question Chucky and his philosophy on life. As much of a little shit as he is, he'd definitely look after you too. I mean, come on he's tiny and you're blind! What a great match, right? Sometimes he'd try to play games with you, games that wouldn't hurt you, of course. Things like hide and seek. "My god, you were made for this game, trust me!" he said while punching your leg in an attempt to reassure you. Though what happened a few minutes later didn't really support his words. Taking full advantage of your blindness, he'd practically run circles around your fingertips. "I'm over here…no I'm over here! Look, follow my voice…oops, you walked into a wall! Now that's a classic!"

But the strangest thing is that he'd let you carry him. "RUN AT THAT ASSHOLE! RUNNNN!" To Chucky, you were the body he needed and he was the only eyes you could ever have. How romantic…right?

Jason Voorhees

He learned that you were blind in the worst possible way, at the worst possible time. Jason still carried the fragility and anger born from the bullying he had endured throughout his life deep within his bones. And when he saw the bullying directed at you, he didn't stop to think not even for a moment. He shouldn't have cared, yet despite the command of his mother still echoing in his ears, he immediately strode toward you and without giving the person who had shoved you to the ground a chance to react, grabbed them by the throat and lifted them into the air. Bringing his machete down upon their chest with ruthless force, he would shatter their ribcage.

Behind him, he had already forgotten about you, crawling away from the screams on the ground while crying in fear and searching for your cane. In that moment the only thing he was focused on was the sack of flesh in his hands. With every blow he struck, he remembered the faces of those who had gotten away after what they had done to him. One day he would leave this place, find every last one of them and punish them.

But for now...he let the body in his grasp fall to the ground with a disgusting thud, as though it were nothing. Taking muffled breaths behind his mask, he would finally turn toward you. Without thinking much about it he'd walk over, pick up your cane lying far away from where you were on the ground, then grab you by the arm and haul you to your feet as if you were a rag doll. Ignoring your screams and pleas, he'd place the cane back into your hand and walk away.

He was a victim too, but he would never allow that number to grow.

Pyramid Head

In a single word, he couldn't find anything about you that deserved punishment. The moment he met your eyes—eyes that didn't even know where to look or move in their fear—he lowered the massive sword in his hand.

And your hesitant "Hello?" in response to the deep, rasping breaths coming from him didn't help at all. You were completely unaware of the giant standing before you. He had come here to punish, yet all he could see in you was innocence.

Of course you would be terrified of him. He wasn't a caring or considerate giant. Him constantly grabbing you by the collar, holding your body to drag you somewhere, or forcing you into a seat after depositing you in a corner certainly didn't make things any easier. And that's not even mentioning the touches that left anything for privacy. Still you could see traces of kindness in him. Not only during your own matches with him—even in matches with two killers, he wouldn't allow his partner to lay a finger on you.

He was incredibly possessive. The sound of metal grinding, which once made your heart pound so hard it felt ready to burst from your chest, had become a source of comfort. It was a sign that he was there and while he was there, no one could hurt you. Even friends whose company you missed couldn't get close to you. You had learned a long time ago in the worst way possible, that he would never tolerate anyone making contact with you.

He was very possessive, and all that really meant was getting used to the scent of metal stained with blood and rust.

Ghostface

"Baby, you're holding the flashlight wrong." you quickly turned toward the voice and pointed the flashlight in that direction, but it was no use. Looking at the flashlight aimed directly at his chest, Danny let out a deep sigh. God, you were exhausting. But just as unique. "Hey sweetheart, if you want to blind the killer, you have to point the light at the right place! My face—" the moment you lifted the flashlight toward the sky, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Damn, please don't do that Mr. Blindborn! I can't take on Batman!"

Danny was someone who always found a way to entertain himself, but you were something else entirely. A different kind of flavor—one that melted away on the tongue and left you thirsty, yet somehow made you want more. Danny preferred having control no matter the situation. And what he liked about your blindness was how, sooner or later it could leave you dependent on someone. A lovely little sheep dependent on his guidance.

Of course, he killed you in the beginning. He savored every scream he managed to draw from you. He enjoyed making you hate him, making you fear him, making you become wary of the feeling of being watched that you had grown so used to. And in the end, somehow he made you come back to his arms. He paid no mind to your trembling or your struggles within the tight, warm embrace that surrounded you. He simply locked your bodies together as though the two of you had been lovers since the dawn of the world itself.

To him, this wasn't an unhealthy obsession. No, this was love itself—thing he had never thought he would get to experience. And Danny was starving for it.

Huntress

Ah, you poor baby...that was what flowed from the depths of Anna's mind the thoughts no one ever cared to wonder about—when she first saw you. It's difficult to say what Anna truly thought of you but one thing was certain, it wasn't healthy. Your first match was filled with the terror brought by her dreadful hatchet. Poor you, having only just recognized the sound of it voice, you looked like a dying fawn when the hatchet buried itself into your body.

And this triggered something in her, something powerful enough to overshadow even her desire to kill. You weren't something that needed to be removed—no, you needed to be protected. That was why life had brought you to this cruel, miserable pit. One truth of this place was that pain was inevitable, but whenever you were by Anna's side, she never allowed pain to come near you.

She took your face between her calloused hands, stroked your skin and brushed her fingers over the eyelids of those beautiful eyes that knew nothing of the world around them. She hummed the only lullabies her mother had left behind for her. It didn't matter if you couldn't understand them, her love recognized no language barrier.

Michael Myers

While chasing Laurie, he almost had a heart attack when you suddenly stepped out from around a corner—if that had even been possible. Without thinking, he would have turned you by the shoulder and driven his knife into you. But then he noticed. Michael was a very observant person; it was simply one of the advantages of being a hunter. He saw the dullness in your eyes, that lack of recognition, almost immediately.

It was a sight he had never seen before. Even people who knew nothing about him would look at him strangely or with concern. But not you. Not with the same indifference you carried.

He swiftly raised the knife until its tip hovered before your eye and waited. Yet the scream and expression of terror he wanted so badly never came. It sent a note of discomfort through his body. Michael wasn't used to not being feared. And he would never, the person hesitantly touched by someone trying to understand the owner of the hand gripping them tightly, letting out a startled breath. He shoved you away harshly.

Without caring that you had fallen, he left. But that would not be your last encounter. And the more often a blow lands, the more it wears away whatever stands before it.

[biggie-bag24]

My honest opinion on how I think the slashers would conduct themselves while being locked up in an asylum <3

(A/n: This was written within an hour so I didn’t double check my writing, sorry!! <3)

Michael Myers

He kinda just keeps to himself and doesn’t do or say much. But when he gets irritated he gets very violent with the other inmates. For some odd reason he goes after Billy Lenz a lot, the guards thinks it’s because Billy steals Micheal’s food off his plate and accidentally ruined one of his masks by spilling chocolate milk on it.

Jason Voorhees

Jason is one of the calmest inmates at the asylum. He signs to the guards, asking them about their days and stuff. When he’s allowed to have free time he wants to go outside near the garden and just walk around. On another note, he has personal beef with Billy Lenz cause he’s constantly talking about sexual stuff and Jason gets easily grossed out by it.

Danny Johnson

Easy type of inmate that doesn’t really fight with the guards when being transported from room to room. But he is known for being an instigator and constantly trying to make the other inmates crash out. He once was able to get Patrick Bateman to jump across the table during lunch and try and strangle Danny.

Bo Sinclair and Vincent Sinclair

Now, with them being brothers, they don’t really go anywhere where the other one isn’t. Meaning they don’t really like being split apart. From morning to late afternoon, they’re together doing random stuff. Sometimes Bo will just hang around the common area and look at Magazines while Vincent looks out the windows and just stare…for hours. Bo is very judgmental when it comes down to the other patients but for some odd reason he constantly picks on Bubba sawyer and calls him all sorts of names. In which he’s had multiple close calls with Thomas Hewitt who almost killed Bo for saying something.

Bubba Sawyer and Thomas Hewitt

Now this is a set of brothers that absolutely HATE being separated. Thomas is the one who constantly has a problem with it and signs aggressively to the head nurses about it. While that’s happening you got Bubba in the background just watching the whole thing go down, twirling his thumbs around each other. When ever Bubba has to go get his yearly check up, Thomas has to go to make sure his brother is safe, cause one time while Bubba was getting checked out, Hannibal Lecter tried to make an escape and killed a lot of guards. In the end he didn’t end up escaping but he did get all the surrounding inmates tackled to the ground and Bubba was injured with a fractured wrist. Let’s just say Thomas was absolutely LIVID. And of course you know he has hatred for Bo Sinclair and wishes the bastard would drop dead.

Hannibal Lecter

Honestly he’s just a nut job who loves rage baiting the staff. He does all that by sharing secrets he has no business knowing, spreading rumors around the asylum about staff and inmates, presenting items he has in his cell that weren’t there last night during a safely search. He lives for the constant reminder that he is the smartest mind within the building. He doesn’t have any friends, if anything he hates everyone equally.

Brahams Heelshire

The staff would say he’s lowkey one of the creepiest inmates of the bunch. He may look big and intimidating but when they hear his voice, chills run down their spines. He’s friendly with Danny Johnson but his closest friend would be Billy Lenz and they constantly talk about… things. He says that he doesn’t hate anyone but the guards have seen him glaring at Hannibal Lecter. No one knows why he’s been doing that, it’s just one of those things that just happen for a reason and nobody tries to stop it.

Billy Lenz

Easily one of the most irritating inmates. He constantly harasses female guards and nurses. When being sent to solitary confinement he was singing Christmas songs upside down. Whenever he sees Brahams Heelshire he kisses him on the check- HE SWEARS UP AND DOWN THAT HE LIKES BOX… of course he’s lying since he’s tried on multiple occasions to make out with Brahams. He can’t help it! He just wants the wall raccoon to be just as obsessed with him as much as he is of the wall creature that wears a mask made of glass.

Patrick Bateman

He thinks he’s above EVERYONE in the asylum. And he’s also a drama queen who constantly has fits of rage and gets put into stray jackets and left in padded rooms. He’s honestly just weird in general. He one time tried to out smart Hannibal Lecter and ended up getting a smack to the head and started saying “hold me back, you don’t wanna see the monster in me!” No one was actually near him, let alone holding him back. He still does his face and body routine while being locked up. He steals the other inmates commissary, thinking he deserves everything without asking.

[pichuuchan]

Trance

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m! Ghostface x f! reader (any male at birth ghostface) 18+ MINORS DNI SUMMARY: your parents left you alone for a whole week while they booked a nice getaway. It was fine, you were of age living in the good side of town. Besides, they weren't even going for that long, what could possibly happen in a week? NSFW CONTENT: Porn with a plot, slow burn (not too long, smut starts mid way though paragraph 3 😉) , p in v, anal, vaginal fingering, dub con, squirting, oral (giving), 'trance' like state, cock drunk, begging, panty stealing, dirty talk, mask stays on, whole 'fuck or die' trope this is my first time writing smut and posting it 🥲 enjoy!~

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its almost as if your parents were asking for something to happen to you. You were a good-cookie cutter daughter, so you understood. they needed to get out of the house and spend some time together as a married couple. What better way to do that than to book a week long vacation to Cancun? It was perfectly acceptable, you were a young adult who knew how to take care of yourself so everything should go smoothly. Besides, not that much stuff could happen in a week. After the whole "stay safe" and "have fun" conversations ended they left. This whole day was cliché, your parents left, it was a Friday night on October and you were all alone. You decided that there was nothing better to do tonight then to curl up in the living room couch and binge watch classic slasher movies-and since you were home alone, there was nothing wrong walking around wearing your short, rose pink silk night gown and lacy panties. It was comfortable anyways.

About 10 minutes into Friday the 13th, you are interrupted by the house phone. quickly pausing the movie to grab the phone-expecting your parents to ask you how your night has been. "Hello?" Instead of your mom's gentle sounds or your dad's comforting tone, his voice was different. It was deep but not too deep, raspy, almost taunting...but really sexy. "who is this?" Was he being serious? He was the one you called you why is he acting dumb? You just shrugged it off as a prank call. "You called me" You say skeptically. "Do I know you" he chuckled on the other side, fuck, his voice was really hot. "I don't know, do you?~" Seriously what was this guy's deal? He calls you but he doesn't know who he's talking to? "Haha very funny" your tone shifting from confused to sarcastic "Is this some sort of joke? are you at a sleepover?" A low seductive snicker emerges from the other line-making you subconsciously press your legs together. "I'm not at a sleepover, its not really my thing" You start playing with your hair while talking to a complete stranger-silly girl, didn't mom and dad teach you about stranger danger? "Oh yeah? what is your thing?~" He hums back in response as if he was thinking of an answer. "Scary movie...tell me...whats your favourite scary movie?~" You quietly giggle like an obsessed fangirl-there was no way you weren't ovulating right now because your pussy had a heartbeat for a man's voice, a man you've never even seen. "Hmmm I dont really know...thats so hard to choose!" There was a quiet pause for approximately 15 seconds. Did you say something wrong? Make him lose interest in the conversation? "What about Friday the 13th?" Automatically you turn your head back to look at the TV. "Its ok? I mean it's kinda boring right now."

"You're 10 minutes into the movie...you haven't gotten to the good parts yet."

how...did he know that...

"w-what?"

"I said, you're 10 minutes into the movie, you haven't gotten to the good part yet. Y/N." He punctuates your name.

Instantly your heart drops, creating an unsettling feeling within your body and within the atmosphere.

Fuck.

you quickly hang up the phone and run to close the doors, the windows, heck anything that could prevent him from breaking in-if you were only smart enough to do that earlier. Out of nowhere he pops up behind you like he had been hiding there the whole time. Completely stuck under his grasp he holds a buck 120 hunting knife to your throat, making you unable to free yourself from his freakishly strong chokehold. Despite his grasp you were able to slightly turn your head back to see your possible killer. He was tall, definitely 6ft. He wasn't really built like a body builder but he was strong enough to deny airflow and hold a knife to your open neck. You couldn't see his face, he was wearing a long black robe, black pants, black combat boot-he looked like a silhouette if it weren't for the taunting ghost mask. "MMPH!" he chuckles at your muddled noises, throwing you on the ground like a rag doll. You quickly try to shuffle away from him but he had you cornered. "that little pink nightgown is really cute~ did you wear this for me?~ knew I was coming?~" You were speechless and terrified all at once. He pins you down on the ground with all his strength. Obviously you couldn't tell what face he was making, but by the way he's talking the shit he's said, you knew he had a big ass perverted grin under the mask. He was enjoying this shit. "L-LET ME GO! PLEASE!" You cry out as tear drops slowly start to form in your eyes. "Awww but if I let you go I won't be able to have any fun time with you!~" Oh shit. Why did you have stupidly answer the phone. "You're really cute, I'll spare you..." Your eyes fill with hope hearing the last 3 words. "but only under one condition...give me a blowjob and a good fuck and I'll let you go...if not I'll gut you like a fucking fish." Suddenly every single ounce of hope disappeared. But then again, it was either losing your life or losing your dignity. "If I *sniff* do this you'll let me life??" your voice cracking with every world. "Mhm! Thats it! Oh and make sure not to tell anyone about this because if I find out you went out and babbled about tonight I won't hesitate cutting your pretty little head off and leaving a nice surprise for mom and dad~" That last part alone scared the shit out of you, You didn't know and didn't want to know what he was capable of. Grabbing a fistful of your hair he pulls you up on to your knees, denying any access for you to run away. With red, sore teary eyes, you were eye to eye with his crotch-sniffling as he chuckled above you. "Unzip slut." reluctantly you bring your hands up to unzip his pants, every second brings you back to reality of what was about to happen to you. The second you unzipped his pants and moved his black Calvin Klein boxers, it sprang out-all 7 inches of it. Suddenly it's like you were put in a trance; this was the prettiest dick you've ever seen. circumcised, shaved, perfectly grith-y with the most delicious looking peachy pink tip. It made you so hungry that you had to remind yourself of the situation you were in. He noticed your sudden changed demeanour and spoke up "its all yours tonight babe~" The second you slowly opened your jaw he wasted no time ramming his perfect cock inside your waiting mouth-not even waiting for you to adjust. Instantly the room was filled with slurping and gagging noises-his whimpers was the cherry on top, his voice modulator made him sound even hotter and your pussy wetter. "F-fuck! ah!~ Haven't gotten good head in awhile...!" You looked up at him except your gaze was filled with pure lust instead of fear. All you needed to do was fuck him good and he'd let you go. Besides with a dick like his...maybe you were able to make this work. You looked up at him and he swore that he saw little hearts in your eyes. All of a sudden he pulls his cock out of your desperate little mouth, making you whine and get needier by each second. "hah~ you can't make me cum this quickly babe...get on the couch and spread your legs for me...~" You had lost all sense of yourself because you obeyed without question or hesitation.

At this point you were having a hard time deciding whether you were doing this because he might kill you or because you wanted him to mercilessly ram each inch of his rock-hard cock inside you until the entire neighbourhood heard every single thrust. You spread your legs wide for him, the only thing holding him back from abusing your sweet cunt was your lacy panties. "Those panties are really fucking hot babe~" He uses his index finger and middle finger to rub your wet slit through the thin teasing fabric "Its almost as if you want me to fuck your brains out..." He takes off your panties in one swift move and comes eye to eye with your crotch, bringing his fingers to touch your soaked touch starved pussy. "Holy shit... all you did was suck my cock and you're already this soaking wet." Quickly he gets up and lines his pretty tip to your waiting cunt. As you were about to look up and meet his gaze through the ghost mask eyes, He shoves his dick inside you with no warning whatsoever. Fuck...you thought he looked big but the way he felt was even better. Your pussy was satisfied, this was easily the biggest you've ever had. There was no way you could you could fuck anyone else or use any toy after that. Without second thought he starts rutting his hips at a fast, hard constant pace, showing no mercy or remorse for his actions. Gosh, what would your parents think seeing you act like a total slut, and for a stranger too? Every single thrust touched your soul-you thought it couldn't get any better until he started using his gloved fingers to swirl your clit. And boy did he know how to use his fingers. "f-fuck! More! pleaseee! Ah!~ more!~" every single thing that came out of your filthy mouth stroked his already high ego. You were suddenly Brought back to reality when you spontaneously squirted all over him. To your surprise he pulls out of your pussy, leaving you wondering what he was planning on doing next. This time he sits down on the couch and signals you to crawl to him. He pats his lap indirectly letting you to sit on his lap. He sits you down, your back resting against his chest, he spreads your legs exposing your pussy fully. "Good girl...you're such an obedient little slut~" You were ready for him to go inside you again, and he did. just, not in your cunt. This time you let out a loud moan as he enters your tight ass-bouncing you up and down with such ease. With his cock jack hammering your ass, he puts his middle and ring finger into your already sensitive pussy-gloves on. "A-AH!~ fuck feels sooo good!~"

"shit this is the best fucking pussy I've had in a longgg time! Would you let the big bad killer come back again just to fuck you?~ ah! hah!~" He speaks while thrusting Into you. Now if you were in the right state of mind, there is no way you would let a serial killer into your house. But you were far from being in the right state of mind. "YES!~ when my p-parents aren't home, please come back!~" He didn't even have to make you beg, you did it all by yourself. You total slut. "please please please!~ I want this cock!~"

"F-fuck say that again" He whimpers.

"I love this cock!~"

"Ah-ha...whose pussy is this?~ say it out loud." He pushes his fingers deeper with each thrust, matching his dick that was jack hammering your ass.

"Y-YOURS!~" that was the final scream you let out until you came all over his fingers as he pulled out and came onto your body. His cum dripping until it was coating your well-fucked pussy. Your whole body, your cunt, mouth and ass all sore from taking him. He was just as worn out as you were. "Y-you were so good...I'll let you hah- live."

"Thank you!~ ah..ah." He smirked knowing that you were still in a trance.

"you wanna do that again sometime?"

"yes...fuck that was the best sex I had in awhile..!~"

He chuckles in agreement..."we'll be each other's dirty little secret."

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