|| +18 only please! || || 27 years old || || michael myers and ghostface are my husbands || slasher fucker || || she/her || enjoy your stay ;) || ICON BY LACTEAWAY! ||
Mini-synopsis: Not long ago, you were chosen to be part of the hellacious world built by the Entity. You’ve both won and lost against Killers, but there’s one that stayed stuck in your mind longer than the rest. Danny Johnson, AKA The Ghost Face. Whether he was stuck in your thoughts through frustration or… another reason, you quickly come to find out that he’s much more interested in you than you originally thought.
Warnings/tags: heavy nsfw (edging, finger fucking, oral sex, all that good stuff), slight primal play/chase, slight mention of blood/knife play, dominance/submissive, dirty talk, slight pain-play, female anatomy. ALSO NOTE: this fic ignores the fact that Dead by Daylight implemented the endgame collapse. It makes things easier lol.
You opened your eyes, a ghastly grey fog greeting your vision. It was fairly dark, but with every creeping second that passed, the scenery seemed to clear up more and more. Finally, you recognize where you are when you see nothing but the dust and grime of a western ghost town. Dead Dawg Saloon. This trial wasn’t your first, and it definitely wouldn’t be your last… but something about the atmosphere of this trial was different. And the hardest part was trying to figure out why. You took a bit to make yourself familiar with your surroundings, sticking to the shadows the best you can.
“Hey!” A sharp whisper caught your ear, and your head turned toward the direction it came. “Hey, over here!” David. You see the scrapper crouched behind a barrel, waving his hand in a beckoning way as he simultaneously looked around for the Killer. You duck your head and shoulders into a hunched position, trying your best to look as small as possible as you hurried over to David’s spot, finally dropping into a crouch beside him. He leaned back momentarily, peering past a crumbling wall at a dead generator nearby. “Let’s get it goin’, I want to get out of here. I hate this place.” You nod in silent agreement, and the two of you made your way to the generator. You hadn’t heard any screams, nor the sound of a Killer’s heartbeat yet. It was intriguing yet frightening at the same time, and you found yourself more on edge than usual.
“You seen the Killer yet?” Crouching in front of the loose panel of the generator, you opened it to see a jumble of sparking wires. Your gaze flit to David for a moment as he crouched on the side of the generator beside you, beginning to work on it.
“Nope. Haven’t seen nothin’.” His thick British accent made it a bit more difficult to understand his words, especially through the sounds of the generator being repaired, but you’d started to learn how to understand him better. You hummed in disappointment, continuing to work on the gen with nimble, practiced movements. Before long the first, second, and third pistons were firing, and you both were working on the last. Despite your uninterrupted work though, you weren’t able to shake the feeling that something was different. It was rare that a Killer wasn’t already patrolling the area, and usually by now someone would have been attacked. It was almost eerie - the freedom at which you worked. It had you so distracted that the moment the gen revved to life, it startled you, making you jump back thinking you had popped it on accident.
“Fuck!” You take a few deep breaths, hand on your racing heart as you try to calm yourself. David watched you with a raised brow, before speaking up.
“I’mma go see if I can find another gen. You can finish having your panic attack, then come find me.” You watched as he snuck away through the tall, dead grass, eventually disappearing between the many obstacles and buildings in the area. Scowling at his dismissive tone and snarky comment, you rose to your full height, a move which could be considered fairly dumb, but you needed to see your next plan of action. As you scanned the landscape for a potential route that would make you the least visible, you felt a sudden, horrible wrench in your gut that made you believe you weren’t alone anymore. And not a moment later, a voice confirmed it. And the worst part, you recognized that voice. Ah, shit.
“Panicking from finishing a gen? I’d love to see how you’d react to me - again.” The mocking voice came from behind you, and you whirled so quickly that you nearly lost your own footing. Rising from his former crouched position, Ghost Face peered at you, raising a hand and curling four fingers in a faux greeting. This motherfucker. You narrowed your eyes at him, the urge to sprint keeping you on your toes, but your irritation at the Killer before you just as prominent. You’d met him a couple times already, but most recently - not a couple trials ago - he forced you to watch as he killed Feng Min, whom you had been trying to help escape. He had downed you, and then grabbed Feng before she could jump in the hatch, stabbing her multiple times in the back and taking her photo. Then, to add insult to injury, he threw her corpse into the hatch with your key and closed it behind them, leaving you to bleed out on the MacMillan Estate floorboards as he sat on the bottom step of the stairs twirling his knife. He’d made it known that you were his favorite chase, and whether it killed you to admit it… he had become your favorite pursuer, too.
“I’m not scared of you, dude.” You straightened your stance, hoping your posture reflected your words now. Unfortunately, it only seemed to make him laugh, his shoulders slightly bouncing as a chuckle emitted from deep within his chest. He twirled his knife in his left hand, the red stain on the ground slowly dissipating as he stayed still. For some reason the usual heartbeat wasn’t present, but you honestly didn’t care - you could do without the headache that came from being in the presence of it.
“Of course you are. I’m the Killer.” He said the statement matter-of-factly, his voice displaying obvious signs of narcissism. As you furrowed your brows at him, you heard the distant rev of another generator coming to life. Then, seconds later, another. But, he didn’t move, instead opting to stay put exactly where he was. You watched him with wary eyes, noting that even though his posture seemed carelessly relaxed, he could still spring forward at the drop of a dime. And that thought must have shown on your face in some microexpression or flash in your eyes, because not 5 seconds after the thought crossed your mind, he suddenly lunged forward with a loud shout.
“FUCK!” You had leapt back in response, hitting the gen behind you. One of the pistons, from the close proximity that you were now to it, hit you right between the shoulder blades, sending you stumbling right back forward. At the sight, you heard Danny burst into laughter, and you realize he had bluffed his movement and only took a single step forward - not a full lunge like you originally thought. An instant throb of pain began in your back, and you glared at him with obvious contempt as he finally calmed back down from his fit of laughter, a dragged out sigh following it.
“Told you.” You wanted to just deck him right in the head, to knock the smirk that was undoubtedly fixed on his face… but knowing how the Entity favored her Killers over her Survivors, you knew the hit would have very little impact on him - at least not the impact you would want. “You can try to pretend you’re not, though. It’s kind of hot.” You felt your body flush with heat at his words, slightly taken aback by them.
“What?” You finally managed to say the single word, your mouth slightly open in shock. Did he really just say that? You watch him closely, another one of his low chuckles reaching your ears. He cocked his head at you, a gloved index finger pressed against the tip of his knife as he held the hilt in his other hand, slowly spinning the knife. He seemed to be teasing you in his own way, but to your own surprise, you could feel yourself slowly being turned on by his mere presence; his attention unfaltering as he seemed to drink in your very existence. You vaguely heard another generator rev to life, and this time Danny seemed to have noticed it too, his mask momentarily turning toward the now-bright lights shining in the distance. You took the moment of distraction on his part and decided to book it, half wanting to escape the surfacing feelings before they got too prominent.
You ran until your legs felt like they were about to give, and you came to a slowing halt beside the Saloon. You leaned your back against the rotting wood wall, your chest rising and falling as deep gasps of air filled and left your lungs. The gens seemed to be done fast this round, and it was no shocker as to why. Finally, the last gen popped to life and the exit gate horns blared through the barren town, and relief blossomed in your stomach. You could leave the trial, escape Danny before he made you feel anything… further. Even the thought of him right now made your knees start to feel oddly weak. But, you stayed put for longer than you had expected, and something inside you questioned why. Yet, some of your body already knew the answer.
The dusty air was hard to breathe in, but you prevailed as your gasps for air reduced to normal breaths within a minute or so. You turned in a random direction, hoping that it would be where the door was. As you took your first couple steps forward, you peered past a stack of boxes, craning your neck to fully look around. It was ominously quiet, save for the shaky sound of a rolling tumbleweed, and you felt your heartbeat quicken. It was now or never. You readied yourself for a burst of speed when you saw it in the near distance. Something that made your skin prickle up with goosebumps and your knees lose their tensed motivation. Danny’s black and dark grey cloak disappeared behind a nearby building, the floating straps the biggest giveaway. Fuck.
You slowly began to back up, slightly crouched, as you turned toward the Saloon’s entrance. If you could cut through the Saloon and go out the back entrance, maybe you’d be able to sneak around him. It was a hopeful plan, anyway, so you decided to go through with it. As your sneakers pressed lightly against the floorboards of the rickety old building, you slightly winced at the creak the boards echoed through the building, taking another deep breath. You walked slowly at first, making each step agonizingly slow as if it were going to save you. But as your patience began to run thin, especially at the fact that you were doing this because of Danny, you sped up your pace until you were at a full run through the Saloon. Closer and closer you got to the exit at the back of the building when suddenly, you skid to a stop at the sight that greeted you the moment you rounded the stairs. Even from behind the mask, you could hear his voice quite clearly.
“I wouldn’t go out this way. I hear there’s a Killer nearby.” Danny was leaning against the frame of the doorway, knife out of sight at the moment (probably tucked in one of his robe pockets). His voice was almost husky, and God damn was it attractive. You stared at him, hands down at your sides and fingers slightly flexing. You said nothing, but your body language must have betrayed your flowering attraction because he slowly pushed himself off the frame, and the straps of his robes - that normally floated freely - seemed to rise higher in the air, almost as if they were interested in the sight before them. You slowly began to trace back your steps as he walked toward you, his boots making small, heavy clacks against the wooden floor.
“My friends -”
“Are gone.” He cut you off, and you absentmindedly pulled the inside of your bottom lip between your teeth, a lump in your throat making it hard to swallow. “I have this… sixth sense, if you will. I know when you guys manage to get out.” He stopped for a moment, and you could almost feel him arch a brow. “I felt three… but the fourth seemed to be taking their time.” You sneak a glance behind you and see a table, where a corpse lay face down on it. Slowly, you tracked your steps around it, trying your best to see if you could put the table between you and him. He followed you, and soon you were both on opposite sides of the table, staring at one another. With his every word though, you felt the heat from your cheeks and face beginning to travel, and it traveled down in unmistakable arousal.
“Maybe I just wanted to make sure everyone got out first.” You spit out a random lie, one that even you knew was bullshit. There was nothing in the way you acted in this trial that would back that up, save for the one generator you did with David. And you knew instantly that Danny didn’t believe it either, with the way his shoulders and head slumped in a ‘really?’ sort of fashion.
“Mm, I don’t think that at all.” He spoke with blatancy, and one hand slid underneath the front of his robes and pulled out his knife, the gleaming silver of the blade catching your eye. He brought the sharp tip down to the wood of the table, digging it down a bit and sliding it across the surface with an audible scrape until he flicked it upward, sending a couple thin splinters flying. He wiped the tip of the blade with his robe, but his mask never stopped looking at you. “Most people would have tried to run by now. They wouldn’t be here having jolly-good conversation with the person meant to kill them. But you’re still here. Are you expecting something?” He finally began to walk again, making you start to circle the table once more. “Maybe a parting gift?”
“Fuck you, Danny.” You neglected to stop the insult from falling out of your lips, and for a moment it seemed to stop him. Your back was toward the Saloon bar now. If you could just get to the other side of it…
“I mean, that sounds good to me. What do you say?” You felt your cheeks heat up once more, and you slightly tilted your head down just enough to try and hide it from him. Thankfully the lighting in the Saloon was dim, but it wasn’t dark enough here to hide the obvious effect his words had on you. The organ between your legs began to ache, a sign that you were almost out of time before you completely submitted to your desire. “I think I know the answer.” You heard his voice continue, but you merely counted in your head.
One.
Two.
Three!
You jerked in the direction of the bar, your legs carrying you slower than you expected them too. And because of that, Danny easily grabbed the back of your shirt, and not a moment later you were face down on the top of the bar, bent over with one arm pinned behind your back. You heard Danny ‘tsk,’ a dramatic sigh leaving him.
“I just asked a simple question.” You heard his voice closer to your ear this time, the pressure on your pinned arm increasing, and you knew that he was leaning closer to you. “Maybe I should make it a little clearer: do you want me to fuck you?” The sudden dominance in his voice made your knees nearly give, and it took everything in you to not let them. His thumb slid across your wrist, the leather sending chills down your spine. You could feel your arousal becoming stronger, and you knew the answer instantly.
“Yes.” You said it in a weak whimper, your breathing becoming heavier and words becoming harder to form. You genuinely, wholly wanted him. Fuck, at this point you needed him to ease the throbbing in your groin. His grip tightened on your wrist - not so hard that it caused pain, but enough to tell you that he wasn’t satisfied with your response.
“Louder.” His voice was deeper, his desire clearly spilling into his tone. “I want to hear you say it, loud and clear.” He pressed forward a bit, and you could feel his hardening cock pressing against your ass, the only thing between them being the layers of clothing you both wore.
“Yes!” You spoke up per his command, and it seemed to satisfy him this time as his grip loosened.
“Don’t move.” You obeyed his command as he let go of your wrist, your body nearly trembling with anticipation. You heard him back up, but a moment later you felt his fingers hook around the hem of both your pants and panties, before sliding the garments down so harshly you could have sworn you felt your skin momentarily burn. The air greeted your bare flesh, and as you waited for his next move, you tried to move your position into a better one, where you could see what he was doing. Instantly, a leather glove slapped across your ass, and a yelp left your mouth. The undoubtedly red skin burned for a couple seconds, and you whimpered as you felt Danny come around to look at you. A hand grabbed your throat just under your chin, forcing your face slightly up as he made you look at him. “I said: don’t. fucking. move.” You nodded quickly, before he let your throat go and went back around to your exposed sex. You waited for a touch, a sound… and you finally got one. In the form of a camera flash and shutter. He’s taking photos of me. A few more clicks, before he seemed pleased with his pictures for now.
The camera thudded on the bar beside you, before you felt cold steel sliding across your skin. It was smooth, meaning he was using the dull side of the knife, but the sensation aroused you nonetheless, your legs slightly parting as he slowly slid it down the inside of your left thigh, before trailing it back up toward your ass. He stopped just below your left cheek, the blade slowly turning and the sharp side now pressing lightly against the flesh beneath it. His other hand grabbed your right cheek, squeezing it and eliciting a moan out of you. Just as you moaned, you felt the blade pierce your skin and a small cut opening, the stinging of the wound making a gasp follow.
“Shhh, be good…” Danny’s voice drawled, obvious that he was deep in his lust now. Another curved cut beside the first made you whimper, and he squeezed your other ass cheek in response, his thumb sliding over the lips of your aching sex. Another cut, but this one was more of a horizontal line underneath the other two. You could feel the blood being smeared by his fingers as he wiped over the cuts, seeming to be happy with his work. He finally put the knife down for now, and you heard a rustling of fabric, before he placed something on the bar in the direction your face was. You slightly craned your neck, and saw his mask laying flat on the old bar surface. You barely had a moment to register the connection before you felt a leather finger sliding up your wet slit, your heavy breath gasping out as he used his hands to spread you open.
“Fuck…” You groaned out with a soft moan, and your moan only grew as you felt his tongue slide up your wet pussy, your hand finding the edge of the bar to tighten on. His tongue seemed experimental at first; sliding here, prodding there. Seeing what got the most reaction out of you. And it wasn’t until he was sure about what you liked did he really start. You felt him lick the fluids that had accumulated during his test, before moving down toward your clit. His tongue circled it lazily before his lips sucked it for a moment, making you slightly jump at the sensitivity you were now feeling. He moved one hand from your cunt to your lower back, his forearm pressing down in an attempt to stop you from moving. You whimpered in need, his tongue continuing its work as you fell into a disheveled mess. You were so focused on his mouth that you didn’t notice his hand holding you open had shifted, and his index finger plunged inside your throbbing hole. “Ah - fuck!”
The leather of his glove slid easily in, given your fluids made it easy enough, but the additional thickness made you feel even more pleasure than a naked finger alone. He hummed, a chuckle leaving his throat and tickling your clit, which he was still teasing. He slid his finger out, just enough for the tip to be the only remaining part inside you, before plunging it back in, then again, then again, making you cry out in pleasure at his newfound rhythm. And just as you got used to one, he slid another in, making a slight scissoring motion as he massaged your inner walls. A ball began to tighten in your stomach, a sign that you were about to come. Unrecognizably, you no longer obeyed his rule of not moving, your body beginning to push back onto his fingers as he thrust them into you. However, the moment he noticed, he pulled away, leaving you shaking and yearning for more, your near orgasm coming to a halt and slowly beginning to fade.
“Hmph, you don’t know how to listen.” You heard more clothing rustling, before you felt his hand come around and grab you by the throat once more, slowly turning you toward him. He then pushed down on your throat, making you go down to your knees, your hands resting on your thighs as you sat at eye level with his cock. His hand slid up from your throat to the top of your head, resting there for a moment. You looked up at him, catching a glimpse of his hair and eyes before he grabbed his cock and pressed it against your lips, making you look back down at it. You opened your mouth, and he effortlessly pushed into it, his flesh sliding along your tongue. You moaned at the feeling, starting to pull your head back, but he used the hand on the top of your head to push it back forward. You groaned, feeling his cock prod the back of your throat and instantly your eyes began to water. He pulled your head back, his thumb sliding against your cheek before he pushed his hips forward, thrusting his cock deep into your mouth again.
One more pull out, before he began to thrust into your mouth in a rhythm, his hand coming down to your chin and helping you hold your mouth open wide enough. You moaned around his cock, trying your best to look up at him, but he seemed to know exactly how to keep your gaze low. After several thrusts, he slowed to a stop, his cock fully in your mouth as you tried your best to breathe through your nose. He held you there for a second or two before allowing you to pull back, you taking a deep breath as saliva hung in strings between him and your mouth. He allowed you to take a couple breaths, before he pushed up on your chin again and you opened your mouth once more, his cock pushing inside and resuming its former pace. You heard him groan, a deep ‘fuck…’ falling from his lips as he fucked your open mouth. You pulled back as you coughed suddenly, taking a few more breaths. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to finally look up at him. Even though you did, the shadows still hid most of his face, but you could see his smirk, his lips still glistening from either your fluids or him licking them.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.” You licked your lips as you felt his fingers tighten on your chin.
“I want you.” You spoke feebly, your throat still slightly aching from his cock pushing down it, and he shook his head.
“That’s not what I said.” His voice got deeper - more dominant. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I want you to fuck me.” You followed his exact words, and you could see him tilt his head. He moved his hand up to your cheek, sliding the side of his index finger down the curve of it, moving down to your mouth where he wiped away some of the excess spit.
“Beg.”
“Please fuck me. I want you to fuck me, please.” Hearing your words, his smirk grew, but he stayed silent. So, you continued. “I want you, please, Danny.” Upon hearing his name, however, a drawn out ‘hm’ rumbled in his throat and he brought the hand back to your throat, but not before grabbing his mask once more and slipping it on under his hood. You guessed he didn’t want you seeing his full face - perhaps something you could use against him somehow. He guided you back up to your feet, before he commanded you to turn around. You did so, and he pushed you back onto the counter, issuing another ‘don’t move’ command. He walked over to where his camera lay, grabbing it and angling it toward your face and bent over body. He switched the dial to ‘video,’ and a red light turned on. As he returned to his position behind you, you felt his fingers slide back up your cunt, in an almost prepping sort of motion before he grabbed his cock. Guiding it to your hole, he pushed his tip in easily, making you gasp out and grip the bar edge.
He grabbed your left arm, pinning it back behind your back like the first time he pinned you down, and he pushed himself further into you. “Take it all, just like that… just like that…” His voice, dominant yet sultry, praised you as you took in his entire length, his hips coming flush with your ass. He held himself there for a moment, allowing you time to adjust to his size before he pulled back out all the way to the tip. You remembered his fingers, and instantly knew he was doing it to torture you. You whimpered at his almost agonizingly slow movements, his cock filling you up again, just to pull back out to the tip. You wanted to shout at him, tell him to go faster, harder - whatever. Anything other than his current slow, purposeful pace.
“What’s wrong, don’t like it?” His voice was almost taunting, like he knew what he was doing to you mentally and physically. He probably did, actually. You whined in irritation, pushing back on his cock as he pulled it back. All you did was earn a hard slap on the ass, making you cry out with an ‘ah!’ as the stinging burned your skin. He spoke his next words with a disappointed tone, “I should stop if you're not going to listen.” But then, he suddenly thrust hard into you, making you moan in both pleasure and slight pain; pain only from the sudden, rough shove. You realize now that his disappointed tone was faux, and you only had seconds left to prepare yourself. “But you feel so fucking good that I’m just going to fuck your brains out instead.” He moved his other free hand up to your neck, holding you in place with assistance from his hand pinning your arm as he began to fuck you mercilessly, his cock hitting deep and drawing numerous moans out of you. Your right hand tightened into a fist beside your head, the sound of loud, slapping skin mixing with both of your groans.
“Fuck, Danny-” You couldn’t even complete your sentence as he continued thrusting, a loud moan cutting off your words. The force of his movements caused the bar to slightly shake, the empty bottles rattling. Some even fell off the top of the bar, falling to the ground with a shatter. Your toes ached as you stood on your tiptoes, threatening to cramp as you held them in a constant curled position. At this point, you didn’t even know if you were saying anything - if you were, it was coming out in a jumbled mess. You managed to tilt your head just enough to look at the camera, the lens surprisingly steady on you. You offered a quick smile, before your lips were broken apart by another moan, your face tilting back down as you lost the strength to tilt it up. You could feel your orgasm coming back, the ball quickly tightening in your stomach once again. Fuck… just a little more, please…
And with another thrust, you felt your body shudder, the orgasm gripping you by every limb as your legs shook and your arms tensed, your eyes squeezing shut. You cried out, feeling Danny riding out your orgasm with slower thrusts now, a guttural groan drawing from him as you pulsed around his cock, your walls squeezing him tight with every shudder. Pleasure rushed through you in waves, the release allowing every endorphin in your body to explode in ecstasy. It lasted a good minute, and when it finally subsided, you were left weak and shaky, your legs barely able to withstand your position. You slumped under his grasp, and you heard him chuckle as he pulled out from you. You barely had time to realize what he was doing, but he had helped you up, before laying you down on your back on the other side of the bar. You welcomed the rest, your body still slightly trembling as sweat rolled down your temple. Seconds later, you felt him grab your hips, and you realized that he just put you in a position that you wouldn't fall in. Sliding a hand up your chest to your throat, it was a reminder that in this trial, he had all the time in the world.
'would you call it love if one was willing to set the world ablaze if something happened to the other? because if that isn't love, then consider them mortal enemies.'
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thank you SO much to @roachcult for this amazing piece based off my MW2 au! (':
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