Headcanons of Frank and Danny somehow becoming super close friends with survivor reader to the point that they may as well be siblings. (I had the random thought that Frank would be that type of older brother who would kick anyone's ass if they were an asshole to their sibling because only he can be an asshole to them. So figured I would ask since I really like your writing!)
Frank would be hard to befriend. He operates on a kill first talk never basis, especially in a trial. You’d have to banter with the man mid chase to get him to even consider not getting stabby. (Good luck bitches with asthma)
Once you’ve cracked that exterior Frank would treat you as a part of his legion. He’d let you come to the ski lodge whenever you wanted. Frank would actually prefer it if you stayed on the grounds whenever you weren't in trials indefinitely.
If a killer gave you a reasonable hard time, and wasn’t too dangerous compared to his lil ass, he’d make sure they’d fuck off. If a survivor gave you a hard time at all he’d tunnel the fuck out of them. Going as far as to stand under the hook waiting for the entity to take hold while taunting them.
If the Legion members fucked with you he’d be quick to shut that shit down whith a smack over the back of the head and a quick scolding.
That doesn’t mean you're free from teasing though. Frank is relentless when it comes to picking fun at you. All in a good sport but there've been times where you've even snapped at the stupid man. He’s quick to shut up when he sees you're actually angry, don't expect an apology though.
Your lungs strained and your heart pounded as you ran avoiding the red light biting your heels. “Step off you cum fucker” You screamed despite your over exerted lungs. It didn’t take long after that for Frank to down you, but you could’ve sworn you had heard him chuckle.
Danny (Jed Olsen)
Danny would seek you out first. He's always been a stalker, so it was no surprise he was keeping tabs on you. What came as a surprise is when his normal obsessive behavior turned into affection? It’d take him a while to speak with you and for him to bring you around his humble abode though.
He’d start out fucking with you in subtle ways. Running and passing by an opening in a wall? Oops now you're face first in the dirt with Ghostface mocking you.
He’s always mocking and teasing you. If he overhears one of the other survivors throwing shade at you though it's safe to say they won't again. If one of the killers gives you a hard time Ghostface would return the favour fucking with them endlessly till they leave you alone.
Ghostface would be at your cabin more than he’d have you at his. He’d show up unannounced and slip in through a window, door, wherever he could. You're asleep? Not anymore. “Get up in boredddd-” He'd whine before attacking you with your own bedding.
He’d bring you trinkets if it looked like something you’d use or like. Ghostface finds all kinds of objects from the survivors' home worlds in the forest while he's to and from stalking sessions, so he'd even find some stuff from your home world on occasion.
Lights flashed overhead and the generator you’d just finished roared to life. Quickly you scurried away knowing you didn’t want to be there when the killer found his way over. Running you passed by a wall with an opening. You were looking ahead and then you weren't. Your face met the ground, and you heard a chuckle. Looking over you saw Ghostface’s hand over the mouth part of his mask, his other hand dumbly pointing at you on the ground. “What the fuck-”
Romanticizing fictional serial killers is the fault of the media… I am the media.
I created this OC for Halloween and the “All those muscles didn’t help much” trend on TikTok, and know I am seriously thinking about a making a dark romance comic… who knows what the future brings.
(tried to send before, it didnt work) valentines request!!!!! nsfw cnc where reader (male) leaves the survivor campfire to wander and doesnt realize theyre being stalked by danny johnson (fluffy aftercare at end pls,,,,,)
Contains: Smut, Anal, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, The Gloves Stay on During Sex, Out-door Sex, Dun-Con, Somewhat Soft yet Cocky Danny, Lightly Edited, AMAB Reader
Red hearts were strung up around The Entity’s realm. Every survivor dolled up in some get-up covered in red and pink hearts, some were more sluttier than others and you seemed to get the short end of the stick with outfits. Being fitted in a pair of way too small shorts, and a barely wearable crop top that barely covered your pecs. To make things worse a deep red ribbon was wrapped around your torso in an intricate pattern, ending with a bow right between your pecs. It was beyond embarrassing and you had an inkling that your mortification was the main reason The Entity forced you in such a costume, to begin with.
Paper hearts were nailed to trees along with scattered along the ground. Like fallen leaves, they covered almost any surface; crunching underfoot despite their faux paper design.
Said red hearts were crunching under your feet as you stalk away from the survivor fire, a scowl on your face. It was Valentine’s day– or at least according to The Entity, it was. Everyone around the fire was filled with an unusual sense of joy, clinging to each other. Filling the atmosphere with a sappy, suffocating cloud of love.
Almost everyone was either paired with one another or content to sit alone, enjoying time with friends. You, however, opted to be alone. Exploring the area surrounding the campfire, looking for– well you really weren’t sure what you were looking for.
Trees passed by in a blur, the light behind you fading till you were entirely engulfed in a dark mist. The only companions you had being the caws of crows and leering faux shrubbery surrounding you. At least that was what you thought. Until the crunching of papery heart-shaped leaves sounded off a few leaps behind you.
You paused, heart beating erratically– the crows went silent.
A shutter of a camera went off– you ran. Heavy footsteps followed behind you as you ran, your breath quick and stuttering as your lungs heaved with effort. It didn’t matter how quickly you ran, with nothing to throw behind you to deter the killer taking chase, the hands wrapping around your waist were inevitable.
Shouts flew from your mouth as you were lifted into the air, your body twisting as you kicked and flailed. The ground hit you hard when you were tossed to the earth, your knees digging into the ground, and your arms twisted behind your back. “Feisty,” Danny breathed out a laugh splitting the air. “I like it.”
Heat flooded your cheeks as one hand ripped both your wrists, keeping your arms pinned, while Danny’s free hand groped your rear enjoying the feeling of your ass through your pants. “Fuck you,” you spat out lurching forward trying to escape the kneading at your rear. “Aw, come on. Don’t be like that now, sunshine.” Danny cooed his plastic mask thumping beside your head. “It’s Valentine's Day, everyone deserves some lovin’.”
Despite the nervousness stirring in your gut, you couldn’t ignore the deep flush coating your cheeks as your length stirred. More than interested in the attention you were receiving. “I get plenty of loving-” you spat back trying your hand at freeing yourself once again “Then why are you out here all alone,” hands moved to your front, toying with the ribbons laced across your upper torso. “Looking like a Valentine gift wrapped just for me?” he mused letting his gloved fingers dive up under the fabric.
Danny toyed with your pecks, squeezing the small lumps of flesh there before twisting your nipple. A low whimper was Danny’s reward for the harsh way he toyed with the now perked buds. “You like that,” he questioned, his warm breath fanning the shell of your ear making you shiver. “Fuck you,” the words were strained trailing off into a whimper when Danny rutted against the swell of your ass, forcing you forward slightly before he pulled you back against him.
“That’s kind of the goal here.” Danny’s tone was mocking, his fingers leaving your chest, giving you a moment of calm.
Fingers gripped the hem of your pants, yanking the fabric down and exposing your rear to the chilly air of the forest and to Danny’s overbearing stare. A low whistle came from the man as you squirmed, his free hand rubbing the expanse of flesh bared to him before moving his hand between your legs.
“Look at that! You're already hard for me.” Danny ran his fingers along your erect length, applying pressure to your tip to draw a muffled moan from your mouth. “Looks like my little sunshine does need some loving after all.” Danny ran his lips along your spine, the shiver racking through your body at the attention making him smile. “Don’t worry now, baby, Danny’ll take good care of you.”
The hand at your rear disappeared momentarily and you heard the popping of a lid. “Gotta thank The Entity for this now. That thing was so kind to give me some lube.” Danny chuckled cold liquid splashing against your skin before sliding down your crack “It must not want me to hurt you too badly tonight.” fingers prodded at your rear, collecting the slowly warming solution at your entrance before slowly pushing into you.
“Wait-” you whimpered, hips jutting forward only to be pulled back. Seering pleasure and pain shot through your backside at the stretch as Danny plunged two digits into you. “Now where do you think you’re going?” he cooed, rocking your hips back on his fingers, Danny watched his still gloved digits disappear into you. The leather rubbing wonderfully on your insides.
Danny was wonderfully surprised at how well you were taking his fingers, it didn’t take much until he was able to slip a third in. Stretching you wider “Look at that, you’re practically swallowing my fingers.” Danny barked out just before he pulled his hand away completely.
Accidentally, a whimper left your lips at the sudden emptiness. Danny ignored it, much more focused on undoing his belt, sliding his pants down, and fishing out his length. He pressed the appendage to your backside, letting you feel how big he was. It made you gulp nervousness dripping into your gut.
“You gonna take my cock just as well, pretty boy?”
You got no warning when Danny pulled back before pushing himself into you. Every muscle in your body tensed, teeth sinking into your lower lip. It was all so wonderful yet painful. The hand holding your arm disappeared both of Danny’s hands now rubbing soothing circles into your thighs and lower back.
“There we go,” he pushed forward a few more inches “just like that,” lips pressed into the nape of your neck, your forehead pressed into the ground as your fingers fisted grass next to your head “take it.” Danny thrust forward sinking in more and drawing a strangled moan from your lips. He had brushed against your prostate, rubbing against it. Even though he wasn’t even all the way inside of you yet.
The slap of Danny’s hips against yours came as a relief. You felt so full and blissed out, stuffed completely with the killer’s length. “Look at that, took me like a champ.” the praise fell on deaf ears when Danny moved. Sliding slowly out of you till only his tip remained buried inside of you, his hips snapping forward just as quickly as they pulled out.
Danny wasted no time, pistoning into you, listening to your cries and moans of pleasure as sparks shot through your entire body with every thrust. Completely engulfing your entire being until you felt drunk on the stimulation Danny was giving you.
“Being so good for me, sunshine,” fingers gripped your chin “give me a kiss.” your face was turned and your lips collided with Danny’s. His tongue was quick to slip past your lips, taking advantage of a well-placed thrust on his part. The man ate your moans as he drew them from you, his other hand moving to your weeping cock.
Quick strokes made your legs shake, growing weak, as you were pushed to an overwhelming orgasm. If it wasn’t for Danny’s hold on you, he was sure you would have slumped to the ground. Crying out into the grass and dirt as you rode out your orgasm on his length.
Danny’s mocking words were lost to you as you swam in a fuzzy pleasure, the world going silent for a second. You were brought back by the feeling of warmth gushing into you, adding to the fullness you were feeling before dripping down the back of your thighs as the cum filling you spilled from your hole. Pooling on the ground between your thighs.
Hands gripped under your front pulling you into a kneeling position. “Did so good for me,” Danny whispered, you back meeting his chest. Hands ran across your cheek, lips finding your neck. Fingers kneaded your sides working out knots already forming in your abused backside.
!NSFW! ‘Some Whore’ Danny, Jed Olson |Ghostface| x Male Reader
Requested by elijah the high waisted man he got feminine hips on Ao3
Lightly edited bc it’s 2am and I’m tired.
Contains: NSFW, Hand Jobs, Masturbation, Outdoors, Exhibitionism Kinda, Voyeurisms Kinda, Ass Cheek Fucking (Idfk what you call that), Refers to Danny as Ghostface, Pre-Relationship
This is horribly risky— you thought, biting your bottom lip.
Currently, you were hiding out in a small closed-off area hidden in a basically useless loop, a hand shoved down your pants as you fisted yourself, looking for a quick release. “Fuck-” you gasped out eyebrows scrunching together. Pleasure rolled through your body making your mind grow fuzzy, only thoughts of cuming on your mind.
Throwing your head back your skull knocked against the wall you were leaning against on shaky legs. Your orgasm was so close you could practically taste it on the tip of your tongue. Just a few more strokes and you would-
A slow clapping pulled you from your hazy state of mind– a choked noise spurred from your lips as your eyes widened. Quickly pulling your hand from your pants you stumbled, turning to whoever had caught you in such a sinful state. A white mask caught your gaze and panic-filled you.
Red light flooded the ground just in front of you as your heart beat like a jackhammer against your ribs, adrenaline filling your veins. The urge to run flooded your body yet you froze.
Ghostface was blocking the only exit out of the corner you had pushed yourself into. “Gotta say– I love a good show,” He paused unsheathing the knife clasped to his thigh before letting the blade dance in the artificial moonlight The Entity created “but this is just offensive. I’m out here working– and you’re getting off in the corner like some whore?”
Fear pulsed through your veins yet your dick still found it to twitch the derogatory name twisting your insides in a pleasurable way that had you accidentally keening before you could stop yourself.
Pure and utter mortification was what you felt– your face noticeably paling– as Ghostface was silent his posture now rigid. His eyes were boring into you through the mask and you could feel the heavy gaze, it was too much. You let your eyes drop down raking over Ghostface’s body before stopping.
“Seems like I’m not the only whore here,” you retorted, your voice shaky as you glanced over the noticeable bulge in Ghostface’s pants.
A startled gasp flew past your mouth as gloved hands found themselves on your body. One was placed on your navel the palm pressing down into the skin there as the other sat loosely around your neck. A silent promise of what Ghostface would do if you mouthed him off again.
“You sure about that, sunshine?” he mussed his voice dangerously low as you felt hot breath– puffing out from his mask fan on the shell of your ear. “N-no–” you said weakly, trying to take back your earlier statement.
“Thought so,” Ghostface’s hands tailed down to the hem of your pants his fingers dancing along the hem of your bottoms. “Now, let’s see what I'm dealing with here.” not even a second after the words left his mouth Ghostface was pulling down your bottoms and briefs, letting the clothing pool by your ankles– letting his fingers wrap around your length.
He hummed appreciatively his eyes trailing down between your legs. “Not bad– I thought you would be smaller,” he taunted giving you a few lazy strokes to silence any rebuttal you could have given. His grip soon turning firm– his movements falling into a dizzying rhythm that had you uselessly bucking up into his hand.
Ghostface worked expertly against you, drawing out breathy moans and unintelligible pleas along with the slick noises accompanying his quick controlled strokes. With a yelp, your knees buckled as your orgasm shook your body making you lurch forward hands fisting the front of Ghostface’s jacket as he fully wrapped his free arm around your waist holding you to him. Your seed dripped from Ghostface’s hand to the ground but he paid it little mind. His hand on your member not stopping till you fully spent, whimpering from overstimulation.
His hand receded allowing you a few moments to catch your breath.
Spinning you around and pushing you forward Ghostface made you fumble— your hands scrambling to find purchase on the wall you were now facing before your face could make contact with the surface. His hands were on your hips, resting there and holding you so your back was slightly arched your ass on view for his greedy eyes.
Ghostface moved his hand down rubbing a cheek and giving it a squeeze “Think I just found my new favorite view,” Ghostface murmured his words accompanies by a harsh smack. “Ah-” The sudden pain flaring through your behind made you jolt forward hands balling into fists.
Both Ghostface’s hands moved to your cheeks fondling you. His hands were warm on your body– it was nice. One hand left your flesh shortly followed by the rustling of clothes and the buckle of a belt being undone. Ghostface’s hands were back on you as you heard pants fall to the ground.
You felt Ghostface grab both cheeks, spreading them apart and exposing your entrance to him. “God- you look so fuckable, it’s killing me.” he groaned through stuttered breaths “If only I caught you jacking off outside of a trial. Then I could take my sweet time with you, baby boy.” you felt Ghostface’s length slide between your cheeks his head brushing over your hole.
The plastic of Ghostface’s mask made contact with the nape of your neck “This’ll have to do for now,” he whispered more to himself than you as his hips thrust forward.
He used you like this, rutting between your cheeks and moaning quietly down your back. The flushed tip of his dick occasionally stimulating your rim and teasing you till you were pushing back against his movements.
Every low moan he let out had heat pooling in your stomach. “Gonna paint your skin,” Ghostface’s voice was audibly strained, his movements speeding up till his hips stuttered and stilled– a loud moan flying from his throat– his seed shooting up your spine. The warmth splattered your skin mixing with your sweat.
His hands slid up your sides as his ragged breathing gradually slowed alongside yours. A chaste warm kiss was pressed to your shoulder his lips pulling away from your skin before you could fully process his actions. Begrudgingly the warm body once pressed against yours was gone as quickly as it had come leaving you vulnerable to The Entity’s simulated environment.
You let yourself fall to the ground, Ghostface’s release sliding down your cheeks and back.
The first blood-curdling scream brought you from your afterglow bliss, throwing you headfirst back into the reality of things.
You don't know what had just happened between you and the killer known as Ghostface but as you got decent, wandering off into the darkness in search of a gen you could only hope for a sequel.
👉👈 ive been just 👁👁 reading fics/headcanons you post everyday and I finally worked up the courage to request- okok so-nsfw headcanons for dbd ghostface (danny johnson) meeting and beginning to secretly date a male survivor reader, with the reader wanting to keep it secret as to not be ostracized by their fellow survivors and danny just bein a smug piece of shit tryin to do risky things in the middle of trials. thanks a bundle broseph.
Tysm for this req! Danny messing with Reader in the middle of trials just fits perfectly with how I interpret him so I'm so happy to have this prompt.
I hope you enjoy!
Contains: NSFW, Public Messing Around, Possessive Actions, Male/AMAB Reader
Oh lord– good luck keeping your relationship with Danny a secret.
When he first heard of you wanting to keep the relationship on the down-low Danny was slightly put out. He wanted to show you off to all the other killers and to the survivors boasting about you every chance he got.
No matter though, Danny could respect your wishes as long as he still got you to himself. In a way he understood your worries– he knew how stingy some of the survivors could be and most of them probably wouldn’t take too kindly to you fraternizing with the enemy.
Danny will be all for getting you alone in trials and messing with you. Doesn’t matter who’s top or bottom he will pin you against walls or anything nearby– a generator roaring nearby while your team worked– and shove his hand down the front of your pants rubbing your length. “Now keep quiet sunshine-” he would tease whispering lowly in your ear.
He will love watching you squirm as he runs his hand along you. Admiring the way your face would contort you biting your lower lip to try and hush your sounds.
The both of you have definitely messed around in lockers at times. Danny would just see you sneaking around near one and he pushes you in following suit before slamming it shut. “You hear that?” Nea asks walking by with Jake as Danny grabs hold of your dick drawing out a startled shout that you were quick to bite back.
Danny loves making you come. It doesn’t matter where.
If it was up to him he would spend all his free time bringing you too sweet release until you physically could not any longer. Even then he may push you further seeing how far he can go before he truly breaks you.
It brings him pride when he makes you lose your mind on dick or surrounding you.
May leave some photos of you in suggestive positions– like you blissed out on your knees before him with cum coating your face– he’ll leave the photos places where he knows only you will find them to tease you causing you to panic. What can he say, the man just adores the look of embarrassment, and fear flashes behind your eyes.
He will constantly be pulling you away from the survivor fire for some alone time. Have fun making up excuses for your constant absence.
You will constantly be littered in hickies and love bites– some more noticeable than others– good luck trying to get Danny to stop if you are averse to the marks. He is a possessive and obsessive person and he needs to leave something on your body since he can’t verbally let others know you are his.
He’ll lovingly stroke every mark on your body when the both of you are together. Even if he has to hook you he will rub his thumb apologetically against a mark on your neck before disappearing to hunt your fellow survivors.
Cold seeped into your bones as you crept through the thin fog surrounding you hindering your vision. You had just come too after being thrown into one of The Entity's many trials. Waking up laying on the cold ground was an unpleasant yet common experience nowadays for you and the other survivors.
It seems letting your mind wander would be your first mistake that trial.
Gloved hands surrounded your waist gripping harshly. With a started scream you were picked up, but instead of being thrown over a shoulder, you were pulled back into a firm warm chest. Red light illuminated the ground below your feet as warm breath hit the nape of your neck.
“Danny,” you breathed out relieved. A chuckle made you throw your head back onto the shoulder behind you turning to make eye contact with the man through the scream mask he wore.
“Nice to see you too, Sunshine.” he stated one of the hands resting on your waist moving to fiddle with the front of your pants. “Fuck- now?” you asked, squirming. Danny’s fingers danced along your navel the leather of his gloves a strange sensation. His hand dipped further down and you moaned out sinking further into Danny.
Danny Johnson– however, was very much the jealous type, and with no need for Jed in The Entity’s realm, it seems Danny’s possessiveness had got the better of him.
All it had taken was one small innocent smile directed to The Shape to have your lover seething from where he loomed. His back going straight and still, eyes narrowed and filled with hate, as seeds of doubt crawled into his gut and mind. Growing until Danny felt his hands itch with the urge to wrap around your throat just enough to remind you that you were his.
To you, the smile was an innocent gesture, a non-verbal way of thanking the bulky man who had shockingly treated you with kindness that night, but to Danny, that smile was the most traitorous thing to grace your face. With the upturn of your lips, Danny had shot up from his seat around the killer’s dimmed firepit. His fingers wrapping around your wrist before dragging you away from the multitude of monsters huddled around the fire, waiting for their next taste of blood.
As soon as the trees had hidden the both of you, the droning of conversation still able to be heard, you were being shoved against the nearest tree. A gloved hand muffling the surprised yelp shooting from your mouth, a thigh lodging firmly between your legs. “Your mine,” Danny bit out his eyes staring your down, lips forming a sneer.
He was challenging you. Daring you to say otherwise. Even though Danny seemed to hold all the control over you a part of you knew all it would take is one unsure look to have him backing off. All you would need is one rejection to have this man crumbling at your feet.
Danny needed to know you were his because without that reassurance he would surely break.
The surprised look in your eyes changed to one of understanding, your gaze softening as one of your hands went to pry Danny’s hand from your mouth. He let you move his arm, your palm sliding into his. “I know Danny,” a shaky breath left his mouth, one filled with relief. His gaze softened, his fingers squeezing your hand slightly.
The gentle moment was cut short when Danny pulled his hand from yours. Turning you around to where you face the tree you were previously pressed against. He kicked your feet apart, hands hastily fiddling with your pants before yanking them, and your undergarments, down in the same movement. You let Danny rid you of your lower clothing with anticipation.
Fingers roamed your body feeling your warmth and curves.
Your lover’s fingers soon grew bored of their senseless wandering finding much more purpose at your entrance. Running around the outer muscle of your hole Danny let his other hand push your shirt up your back, the fabric bunching between your shoulder blades. His lips brush against your spine.
“So obedient,” he breathed his warm breath running up your back. “I love it.” Danny plunged his fingers into you quickly rocked two in and out. Breathily laughing as you winced from the stretch, yet you still rocked back on the probing digits.
Danny made quick work spreading you open. Needing to get to the main even task as quickly as possible, even if it was to sate his own desire to completely have you. To know you were completely his and willing.
It wasn’t long till Danny was moving forward. His length pushing into your heat. Sinking into your body until his hips were flushed with your own. Danny’s member brushed against your sensitive spot wonderfully causing pleasant tingles to run up your spine. Your lover’s hands gripped your hips before pulling out. Delaying for a second, and then plunging back in, spearing you on him completely.
He felt you shudder– your walls hugging him so wonderfully, yet he was disappointed. All Danny got from you was a muffled whimper. He was expecting a scream of ecstasy or at lead a rather loud moan.
It didn’t take a genius to spot the way you were muffling yourself. Your hand clammed over your lips– still close to the camp, you thought. Conversations still reaching your ears.
A whimper left your lips as your wrists were taken into Danny’s hands, now held behind your back. “Be loud, I want them to hear you,” Danny’s words twisted in your gut as his hips once against slammed into yours drawing a shaky moan from your mouth.
“Let them hear how good only I can make you feel, sunshine.” Danny urged picking up his pace as he kissed along the side of your neck. “Let them know your mine, please.” the wavering in Danny’s voice caught you off guard, he needed this, you resolved, biting down your shame at the prospect of a group of people overhearing your rendezvous.
With your body trapped between a tree and Danny you had no choice but to cry out as your lover pistoned in you. Rubbing you raw from the inside with molten hot bliss that made fresh tears roll down your cheeks. Pleas flying from your lips like a mantra.
“Your’s–” you almost whispered in between begging, feeling the way Danny faltered in his pace. His length twitching inside you. “All yours Danny, no one else's.” while your words were broken and soft they were rattling inside Danny’s skull.
“All mine–” he repeated more to himself than you before his lips sank into your shoulder. Mine- he closed his eyes hands pulling you back onto him making you meet every one of his thrusts until the both of you were left breathless and sticky.
Your legs wobbled under you when Danny pulled out of your abused hole. His cum flowing from where he had stuffed you, the heat trickling down your bare thighs.
He watched the display– admired the way your shoulders were flushed as you heaved. The way your body glistened under the faux moonlight as sweat clung to your sides. Danny said nothing, he only admired the way you moved when you turned to face him, your arms securing around his waist. Pulling him close to you for a gentle and love-filled kiss.
hope ur having a good january comrade, fvgbfr i got that ghostface brainrot- do you mind doing headcanons for danny johnson with an s/o that has a praise kink? thanks so much man, youre doing gods work.
Tysm for this request, I always love writing for Danny and I hope you enjoy what I wrote!
Danny will be an absolute ass about it, using it to his advantage whenever he can.
Whether he has you below him squirming and crying out or he’s found you in a trial he will be teasing you about it.
With Danny, it will be a mixture of degradation and praise it’ll be constant back and forth with him.
Every time he catches you while in a trial lewd words and taunts are leaving his mouth. His hands will be on your rear when he throws you over his shoulder all the while he’s saying sweet nothings and enjoying the way you squirm forgetting to even wiggle free.
Instead of taking you to a hook, Danny will most likely take you somewhere secluded before having his way with you.
He absolutely adores how flushed you get when he praises you. This man finds great pride in being able to make you a flustered mess just by saying some sweet– not so wholesome words.
Loves to call you pet names as he’s blowing your back out all while telling you “How good you feel,” or “Your taking me so well, sunshine.” “Such a good whore–”
A low whine got caught in your throat– your hands fisting the fabric at Danny’s shoulders. “There we go,” he breathed out his hips sliding against your own, his length burying inside of you as he bottomed out “Look at that–” he laughed out, pressing his hand against your lower abdomen outlining the bulge of his length. The feeling had you letting out a choked sound, jerking forward. He chuckled loving the reaction you had to him.
“Look at you– being so well behaved for me,” he said pulling his hips back and thrusting them forward again. “Gonna take my dick like a good little slut?” Danny questioned hands moving to under your thighs, lifting them around his hips to give him more access to you. “Y-yes,” you stuttered through a moan, Danny moving at a slow rhythm.
!NSFW! ‘His Angel of Death’ Ambiguous Ghostface x Killer GN Reader
Requested by Crow_XD on Wattpad
Contains: Blood, Head, Ambiguous Genital's, Fingering, Obsessed Ghostface Implied, Ghostface Being Into Pain If You Squint, No Pronouns for Reader, Gender Ambiguous Reader, Mentions of Murder, Ghostface is Left Ambiguous, Lightly Edited
Adrenaline and your taste on Ghostface’s tongue was a mixture that had the man groaning from where he kneeled. His mouth moves against you as your blood-soaked fingers grip his hair, tugging and playing with the strands as your body quivered from both pleasure and excitement. Your thighs were bare in his hold, your pants discarded somewhere in your shared bedroom.
Releasing one of your thighs, Ghostface let his fingers drag their way up the jumping plush skin till they sat at your entrance. He pulled away from your sex momentarily; letting his eyes stray on your disheveled face. A cruel smirk pulling at his lips as the man was practically vibrating at the sight of your bite mark covered body. His personal claim decorating you. Some poor saps blood dragged along your torso and sides.
As two of his fingers sank into you, your head was thrown back and voice rising in volume, Ghostface let his mind wander to how you looked only moments prior.
The way you had stood, a glint in your eyes as your fist gripped the dripping knife you held– his knife. You had used his knife and as sick as that was that thought had Ghostface’s hips jerking forward. His straining erection seeking out any friction but finding none.
You had looked like an angel of death, standing where you were. Moonlight cascading over your form and glistening off your tainted skin. You were enchanting as you glanced over your shoulder, making eye contact with him, nothing but a dangerous glint in your eyes. A warning his mind screamed for him to head. Everything about you screamed hungry predator as you had sauntered up to him, the grip on his knife tightening, and if you were anyone else, Ghostface would have been sure you were about to add him to your kill list, and Ghostface was sure he would have let you if you truly wished.
The way you had tasted when you had locked lips with him was addicting, like venom entering his veins Ghostface was immediately subdued, a heat different to the joy he felt after a good kill nipping at his groin while you pressed your front against his. Your fingers that had pressed into his shoulders, guiding him to the ground, the sole force grounding himself to the real world being your fingers as he got lost in your taste.
Wet noises were music to the man's ears as your fingers dug harshly into his shoulder bringing his wandering mind back to you with a start. The pain prickling his skin providing a sick sort of pleasure for the surely deranged man.
Ghostface couldn’t tear away from the look in your eyes which was a wonderful swirl of hungry lust that only spurred Ghostface on as his eyes mirrored your own.
Nails dug into your skin where Ghostface still held your thigh, his nails dragging down our skin as his fingers speed up into you. Diving deep and hard as the digits curled just right hitting that gut-clenching bundle of nerves buried deep inside of your sex. Ghostface watched as your hips pushed back, your spine curling as you arched, the walls of your sex spasming. “Here we go,” Ghostface cooed as you spasmed from above him. A powerful orgasm took hold of your mind as you thoughtlessly mumbled to no one in particular.
Ghostface lapped at you. Savoring everything that spilled from your sex. Even as you squirmed, mumbling “No more,” your fingers tugging the hairs at the back of his head, the man didn’t stop till he had swallowed all of your releases. Completely cleaning you up before smacking his lips, a lazy smile gracing his lips.
