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slasherbaby · 3 years

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Call Me [read on ao3 or under the cut! ♡]

Pairing: Danny Johnson x Trans Masc reader (he/him pronouns)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, very mild breeding kink, knifeplay, cock/cunt used to describe the reader’s junk

Length: 4676 words

“Fuck,” Danny grunted into the phone, his voice low and forced. From sound alone, you can tell how he’s holding himself. It doesn’t take much imagination to envision the way his jaw strained, his eyebrows pulled down in the middle. “Wanna slide right into that cunt, fuck. Know you’d be so wet, such a fucking slut for me.”

Historically speaking, you’ve never been into dirty talk. It always sounded stiff, the guy talking to you usually too unsure of himself to sound even remotely sexy. But god, did it feel different with Danny. His deep voice, the rough edge around each syllable, and the naturally monotone way he spoke has always been enough to drive you crazy, ever since the first ‘hello.’

“Maybe I’d suck on that pretty fucking cock too, gotta make sure my baby’s nice and hard before I fuck him, right?”

It’s easy to picture how he’d look, looking up at you with his dark, dilated eyes. Holding your gaze as he worked your cock in his mouth. You bite down on your lower lip, stifling a groan at the sparks of pain that follow.

The laugh that comes through the receiver is rough and hoarse, sending a shiver of delight up your spine. “Don’t hide from me, angel. I already know how much of a whore you are,” Another laugh rasps through. “Everyone knows how you act at the bar after a few drinks, fucking brat. Drooling for attention, dancing around like you’re asking for it. Giving a show to everyone.”

“Yours,” You gasp, your voice just a touch away from sounding desperate. It’s the truth, afterall, but Danny already knows it. You both know that he’s the only one you’d let touch you, the only one you want to touch you. “Just yours.”

“And don’t fucking forget it.” Danny’s voice drops into a growl, making you whimper. “I’m the only one who gets you like this. You’re fucking mine, baby. Mine and mine alone.”

Another gasp falls from your lips, nodding your head even though you know he can’t see. Your cock is hard and aching, but you move your fingers away from where you’ve been circling it, going lower and lower until you reach your entrance.

“Danny…” You groan, squeezing your eyes shut as you wait for him to keep talking, to keep bringing you closer to the edge.

“You’ve got no idea how crazy it makes me to see how people look at you. Makes me wanna put a collar on you, fucking let everyone know who you belong to.” There’s a grunt from the other side of the phone, slick noises punctuating every breath Danny takes. “Or maybe the next time you wanna act like a whore, I’ll make you wear that little red dress in your closet. You know the one, don’t you?”

You groan out a noise of confirmation, chest swelling up when he hums in approval.

“I’ll bring you out to Walleyes with me after work, and I’ll fuck you in the bathroom. I know how dirty sluts like you want it, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to fill you up real good before sending you off to dance. Without your panties, of course. Gotta see if you can keep my come in without it dripping out. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I know I would. Letting everyone know how fucking good I breed my baby.”

Your hole clenches around nothing, desperately seeking out something to fill it as Danny spews filth into your ear. Pretending it’s Danny, you slowly push in a single digit. It’s not nearly enough to satisfy, but that’s nothing you aren’t used to.

Adding another finger gives you a bit of a stretch, but it pales in comparison to how Danny’s fingers would feel. His hand dwarfs yours, his fingers long and thick and perfect for curling up at just the right angle.

“S’not enough.” You groan as you thrust into yourself, but it’s hardly a groan of pleasure.

“What’s not enough?”

“My fingers, it’s-” Another groan comes from your lips, but this time it’s filled with frustration. You’ve been pent up all day, even though you just saw Danny the night before. And yet you still can’t satisfy yourself. Not by yourself, anyway.

You know you could come in a matter of minutes if you really wanted to. From your fingers pressed against your cock. It’s how you usually get off, rubbing one out quickly. Rarely do you try and fuck yourself, only dipping down to collect some of your wet and use it to make your cock nice and slick to finish yourself off.

But those orgasms are bland. Fun, of course, but not what you really want. You want the thigh shaking, eye rolling, screaming orgasm that you know can only come from being properly fucked.

Little tears of frustration well up in your eyes as you adjust your hips, trying and failing to find a better angle. “It’s just not enough.”

“Baby,” Danny coos mockingly, his deep voice vibrating through the phone. “You don’t have anything else to fill you up? No toys?”

Your first instinct is to snap back at him, but you refrain, biting down on your tongue instead. It’s embarrassing, how needy you feel. But your desire’s rolling off of you in waves of heat, and it’s a thirst you can’t quench on your own.

“Don’t make fun of me,” You mumble, pressing the side of your face into your pillow. “S’not my fault…”

“Are you pouting?” Danny’s voice is a shade away from being more condescending than you can bear, his tone unlawfully sweet. You can tell he’s talking through a grin. “Fucking yourself while pouting? Fuck, angel. You’re too much.”

“You’re so mean to me,” Your voice cracks halfway through the sentence, but it’s not from the way you're grinding your hips. The lump in your throat and the tears in your eyes don’t do anything but make you feel stupid, so fucking stupid that a part of you wants to hang up right then and there. As delicious as his voice is, you crave your boyfriend’s touch more than phone sex.

“Darling, are you crying?”

You sniffle, shaking your head. You’re too far gone, too lost in your head to realize he won’t be able to see you. After a moment, you hear Danny chuckle. It’s too much, your face is burning something fierce and you can’t handle anymore embarrassment. With a click, you hang up the phone, pulling your fingers out of yourself and cramming your face properly into the pillow.

A minute passes in silence, before you hear the sound of your phone trilling next to you. You pick it up before it can get to the second ring, fully ready to apologize for acting like such a baby. It was supposed to be a sexy thing, not something so dramatic.

“Danny?”

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You roll over, facing the ceiling with a pinched expression. “I-“

“I’ll be over in thirty.”

“Minutes?” You sit completely upright, clutching onto your phone like a vice.

“Be ready for me, Angel. ”

Your heart jolts in your chest when the line cuts out, and you immediately drop your phone back onto the receiver. You slap your hand over your face, covering up the grin that’s started to grow.

You didn’t expect Danny to be so… down? Especially so late at night, when he has work in the morning, nonetheless. Jumping off the bed, you rush to your dresser, grabbing the folded robe on top of it.

You slip your arms through the sleeves before turning to face the mirror, eyes darting across your body. It’s a simple little thing, something vintage and pretty that caught your eye when you were shopping for clothes a while back. It’s light blue, made from silky satin that hardly reaches your upper thighs and delicate white lace that kisses the hem of the fabric. You tie the robe shut at the small of your waist, looping the sash into a messy bow at the front.

There’s a knock at your door the second you finish looking yourself over, making you nearly jump out of your skin in surprise. You leave your bedroom in a rush, but as you pass by the living room to get to the front door, you pause. Licking your lips, you shoot a glance towards the grandfather clock. Hardly five minutes had passed since he called you.

There was no way Danny could’ve gotten to your place that fast. The excitement in your chest pops, deflating like a sad balloon as you approach the front door, leaning forward with your hands against the wood. When you look through the keyhole, you frown. There’s no one in sight.

“Probably just kids messing around…” You murmur, fiddling with sash at your waist.

But before you can turn away from the door, something leather slams over your mouth, and your cheek is being shoved up against the wood. You try to kick back at whoever grabbed you, but it’s no use. They have an iron grip, and all fighting back gets you is their front shoved against your back, holding you tight against the front door.

You can’t move your hands with the way they’ve been trapped between your body and the door, no matter how hard you struggle against it. They release your mouth, but you’re still too stunned to speak. It’s only then, when you feel the sharp end of a blade press against your thigh, that you realize how vulnerable you are.

“My boyfriend’s gonna be home any minute now.” You grit out as they put the tip of their knife against your sensitive inner thigh. They press hard, hard enough to break skin if you don’t open your legs wider, so you’re forced to move with it. “He’s big and tall and he’ll-“ You’re breath hitches as the person behind you trails the knife up, getting closer and closer to the space between your legs. “He’s a scary motherfucker and he’ll fucking kill you if you touch me!” Your voice breaks as you shout, and to your surprise, the person actually pulls the knife away.

The chuckle that comes next, low and familiar, surprises you as well.

“A ‘scary motherfucker’?” It’s Danny’s voice that greets you, his lips kissing the shell of your ear as he speaks. “Hmm. I guess I am.”

“Danny,” You breathe out, the fear leaving your body like a tidal wave. “What the fuck are you-“

One of his gloved hands cuts you off again before you can finish your sentence, pressing tight against your mouth. His other hand slides eagerly between your legs, slipping inside you without warning.

“You know I don’t like being hung up on.” His voice was far from what you were familiar with, low and grating in your ear. The laugh that follows it equally as foreign. “Ha… should’ve know that you’d get wet from that, fucking slut.”

Like you’re any better, you try to growl, but the leather trapping your mouth makes it impossible to speak, your words coming out in muffled irritation instead.

He laughs, kicking your legs further apart with one of his heavy boots. With a slick sound that makes you blush, he removes his fingers from your slit.

The zipper on his pants hardly makes a noise as he frees himself, but it’s enough to make you press back against him by instinct alone. He moves his hand away from your mouth, pressing his palm against your upper back instead, keeping you pinned to the wall.

You gasp out- something warm and hard pressing up against your entrance. He laughs as he slots his cock between your thighs, right up against your sex, dragging the head along your hardness.

“Danny,” You moan, arching your back and wiggling your hips, hoping to angle it just enough so that he slips inside of you. He’s never taken you like this before, even though you know he’s wanted to, and the rush of it nearly makes your head spin.

“Hmm?” He asks, voice terribly calm for the situation. “What is it? Do you wanna stop?” And just as easily as he started, he pulls back. Grunting a bit before the zipper on his pants is pulled back up. “C’mere.”

You want to cry all over again, so desperately close to getting what you need and yet so far all the same.

“I didn’t mean sto-“

You cut yourself off with a noise of surprise as he grabs you by the hair, pulling you around harshly and forcing you to face him. After he lets go, he takes a few steps back, leather boots thudding heavy against the wooden floor.

You open your mouth, but whatever words you want to say die on your tongue as he reaches out, touching your cheek. The back of his knuckles brush delicately against your cheekbone.

Your stomach does somersaults as he looks you over, taking your body in full. His hand moves down, tracing the outline of your waist through the robe. You can hardly feel his touch, but it makes you shiver all the same.

“I must be the luckiest guy,” Danny murmurs as he takes hold of the end of the bow tying your robe together, slowly pulling it until it comes undone. He lets your robe fall open, the night air cool on your front, and slips his hand inside the fabric to stroke your hip. “To have such a pretty baby.”

Your eyes flutter shut at the praise, but Danny doesn’t let it slide. He takes you by the chin, the pad of his gloved thumb stroking the skin under your lower lip.

“You know that, right?” He nods your head for you, gently tilting your head up and down. You open your eyes, brows slightly furrowed, only to meet his smile. “There we go, pretty thing. Always so ready for me… Always so good…”

You push up on your tiptoes, pressing yourself further into Danny’s touch. You don’t say a word as you slip your hands under his leather jacket, running along the fabric of his shirt before going under it as well. Your lips quirk up when you feel his abdomen tighten, straining with the muscle you already know is there. You trail one of your hands down, letting a stray finger hook into his belt loop.

“Rode all this way,” You murmur, ignoring the way your gut squirms with confusion. There’s no way Danny could’ve gotten to your place so fast, not even if he was speeding the whole way. “And you won’t even kiss me…”

Danny snorts, his hand turning tight on your hip, gripping you hard. “That’s all you want?” He leans down to press his lips against yours, so soft it makes your heart ache.

It’s the contrast with him. The push and pull. So hot and eager one minute, yet so cold and distant the next. But his lips are sweet and kind against yours, and you can’t bring yourself to pick at the scabs of question that litter your relationship with him.

When he pulls back, his voice is rough against your mouth, lips moving like butterfly kisses against yours. “Just one kiss?”

You unzip his jeans in response, nipping at his lower lip when he chuckles.

“Mmhm. That’s what I thought.”

In a quick motion, Danny wraps one arm under your thigh and the other tight around your waist, hoisting you up like you weigh nothing. You nearly yelp at him, your hands slipping out from under his shirt. Before you have the chance to respond, he has your back pressed up against the door once again.

He kisses you with ferocity you’ve never felt from another. Licking into your open mouth, he waits for you to moan before biting down on your lower lip. You grab a fistful of his hair, yanking down when he sinks his teeth down into it again.

Danny works his way down from your lips, sucking dark bruises on your neck and jawline. You gasp and let go of his hair, grabbing onto the back of his neck instead.

“Danny,” You try to speak but the second you start, he’s biting down hard. Right under your jawline, where he knows you’re most sensitive, making you melt into a gasping mess.

He pulls back by a fraction, leaving his lips to rest against the mark he’s made. You can feel the smile on his lips when he speaks, low and so gravely that you swear you can feel it thrumming through your throat. “What was that?”

You laugh, something that starts out soft but turns breathless once he replaces his lips with his tongue. “Choke me,” You rush, as if you’re worried you might forget if he keeps going. The tongue on your neck disappears, and doubt flashes in your mind. “If you want.” You clarify, just as fast. “You can if you want, I mean. I… I don’t mind.”

“Is that right, baby? You don’t mind?”

You nod your head as he adjusts his hips, keeping you stable against the wall so he can pull away from your neck. The look on his face is diabolical, and if you weren’t being held up you’re sure it would be enough to send you to your knees.

“Wanna know what I think?”

You lick over your kiss-bitten lips and nod.

“I think my baby’s a fucking freak.” His hand goes around your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure. You press into the touch, exhaling through your nose. Your cheeks are on fire, butterflies batting their wings in your stomach.

“I just... I-” Your stammer is cut off by the hand on your throat tightening, stopping the words before they can fall from your tongue.

Your eyes widen as Danny leans in, propping up his thigh to keep you up against the wall. His hand slides down then, squeezing the inner of your upper thigh. You know where he’s going, and let out a shaky exhale, wrapping your legs tighter around him in anticipation. When he touches you, you bite your lower lip.

“You’re still dripping,” Danny sing-songs, dragging two fingers through your folds. He avoids your cock, but just him touching you is enough for you to groan. “I’d say you’re even more wet now.”

Your eyes bulge as he flexes his arm muscles, the veins on his forearm straining from the pressure. The ease at which he can cut off your breath should scare you, but all you can process is the heavy, humid heat that’s filling up your mind. You don’t struggle for breath, you don’t need to yet, but you do open your mouth when he squeezes even tighter.

“It’s so hot,” He groans, pressing forward until his arm is trapped between both of your chests, and his mouth is panting against your ear. “Feeling how bad you need me,”

If his fist wasn’t wrapped around your throat, you would’ve whined. You can feel his heavy puffs of air on the side of your face, and how his chest moves with every ragged breath. You tilt your hips up, trying to get him to move his fingers down. You’ve been waiting so long, and all you want is to feel him inside you. But he just chuckles, presses closer, stilling your hips.

“Desperate,” Danny rasps. “Fucking slut, can’t come unless I’m inside you?”

Your cheeks burn, mouth opening and closing like a fish. You’re nearly spaced out, your head beginning to spin from the lack of oxygen.

“So fucking wet for it, so wet for me,” He inhales shakily, like he’s trying to pull himself together, before letting you breathe again.

You suck in a deep breath, head spinning from the sudden rush of oxygen. He keeps his hand on your throat, not tight enough to choke, but just enough to serve as a reminder of what he could do. Danny presses further up against you, crushing you into the door as he slips a digit inside your heat.

“Oh,” You groan as he adds another, curling them upwards as his thumb starts to massage your cock. “Danny,”

He doesn’t respond, too far gone to speak as he watches you. His eyes are dark and open wide, with an unfamiliar, wild glint in them. The way he works you feels the same, rough and fast, almost in time with his heavy pants.

“You’re driving me crazy,” He grunts, squeezing your neck. “Having you like this-” he cuts himself off with a deep inhale before pulling out completely.

Before you have the time to complain, he’s grabbing you by the hips again, walking a few feet over to the kitchen table, and slamming you down onto it. Your back thuds when it hits the old wood, your eyes wide with shock. He shoves your legs apart, grabbing you by the thighs so he can drag you closer to him.

The skillful way he unbuckles and unzips his pants could almost seem calm if it wasn’t betrayed by the near frantic look in his eyes. He only gets his jeans undone enough to pull his cock out before grabbing you again, pulling until your ass is almost hanging over the table, and thrusting into you.

You can’t be embarrassed by the noise he drags from your throat, something high and strangled and fuck, you know that if it wasn’t for him stretching you out before, he’s big enough that it would’ve hurt. He doesn’t speak as he thrusts, fucking you as you’ve never been fucked before. He’s like a man on the brink, his hands gripping you hard enough to leave bruises.

There’s a moan stuck in your throat, some words too. An assortment of garbled sentences, but each thrust punches them right out until you’re being pounded into a whining, half-crying mess. He’s hitting all the right places, angling his hips just right, and slamming into you until you see stars.

It’s only after you get close, your thighs shaking and straining with the effort, that Danny grabs your throat, squeezing hard as he slows down his thrusts. “If I had my way, I’d keep you like this all the time.”

You swallow back another moan, your eyes still wide when they meet his.

“So wet and open, like you were fucking made for me.” Each word is punctuated by a thrust, hard and slow. His hand turns to a fist, cutting off your airflow. “Gonna give you what you need, gonna take good care of my baby,” Danny moves his hand from your thigh to your waist, ghosting over your stomach. “And if you’re good, I might even fuck one into you.”

Your back arches as you come, his words are all you need to go right over the edge. Black ebbs away at your vision as Danny fucks you through it, hard and fast, choking you as you writhe on his cock. He’s set the pace now, and keeps it steady even as you come back down into your body. It’s nearly too much, but you can’t find the strength to articulate your words.

His hand leaves your throat, but only to trail down your chest, moving to your navel. His fingers find your cock easily, and you yelp in some sort of mix between pain and pleasure. It’s too much, and you arch your back off the table, shimming your hips, doing anything to escape his touch. It’s fire, his touch. Blinding, painful, but so damn hot you can’t help but crave more.

It lasts for years, the constant mix between pain and pleasure. The digit on your cock only lets up once Danny’s breathing turns to pants, sweat beading on his forehead. His hips stutter, slowing down for a moment before gripping your hips with a sudden, newfound intensity. Your skin pales where he’s applied pressure, slamming you down hard onto his cock.

“Angel,” Danny groans, fucking into you once, twice, three times. He comes with a growl, his eyes never shutting as he rides out his pleasure.

There’s a whine in your throat, spilling from your lips just as he fills you up. You’ve never done this without a condom before, but now that you have, you don’t know how you could ever go back to wrapping it up. He leans back, still inside you, catching his breath. Sucking in greedy lungfuls as you watch, your chest heaving with the same intensity.

When he moves to pull out, you grab both of his wrists, not giving him the option of letting go of your hips.

“Wait,” You murmur, pulling him in closer. There’s no real strength behind it, but Danny humors you all the same. You bring one of his hands up to your cheek and nuzzle into it, peppering a few light kisses on his knuckles.

He leans forward, and you kiss him softly, both of you smiling into it. You free his hands, having gotten what you wanted, and he moves them to trail down your chest, caressing your sides. He leaves one to rest on your belly, the other one moving to the side of your neck.

“You really liked that, huh?” Danny asks quietly, his voice a low whisper against your skin.

“Shut up.”

He huffs, kissing the side of your head in what you can tell is exasperation.

A part of you wishes you could stay like this forever. It makes you feel safe, having Danny surrounding you so fully. It makes you feel loved. But the smarter part of you knows that he has to be up at six tomorrow morning, and you don’t know if he’ll stay once you fall asleep. If you’re already in the bedroom, clinging to him under the covers, he’ll stay the night. But if you doze off on the kitchen table, you know he’ll only tuck you into bed before leaving.

“Bed?” You ask, looking up at Danny with half lidded eyes. You can feel the fondness in his gaze as he stares down at you, waiting a few seconds before nodding.

“Yeah baby. C’mere.”

His hands are gentle as they slide over your body, and you have to stop him before he can try and carry you himself.

“I can walk, you know. I’m not gonna break.” You try to chastise, but a smile breaks through your facade. He grins back, lips spreading to reveal teeth, sharp and as deadly as ever. But his lips are soft, plush against your skin and gentle in a way that is too hard for your muddled mind to try and describe. “You know that first hand.”

Danny slips his arms around you once more, chuckling softly against your skin. “I sure do.” He leans up, taking you into his arms as he straightens out his body. “It’ll take a lot more to break you, darling. I know that first hand.”

He carries you to bed with your face tucked into the crook of his neck and your arms slung loosely around his shoulders, and he only needs one arm to pull back the sheets, keeping the other around your waist, before laying you down and tucking you in.

“Stay?” The space between your thighs is sore, and your voice is hoarse from his hand wrapped around your neck. But you amplify it just a bit, making your voice a bit more gravely than it ought to. You have to stay. you’re trying to convey. Look what you’ve done to me, you can’t just leave me like this.

He shucks off his jeans and jacket before slipping in beside you. Warming your bed like he has all the times before, with his arms around you and his face buried in your hair.

You shut your eyes to the sound of him murmuring, and even though you can’t quite hear what he’s saying, you repeat the words back on instinct.

“Love you too, Danny. Love you forever.”

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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About me and request rules

Hey I'm Ziggy and this is my blog where I obsess over men and sometimes women. I use he/him and I'm 18. I really like fall stuff, vampires, Halloween in general, and my special interest is specifically horror movies. My favorite horror movie is Texas chainsaw massacre. My side account is @slashers-offical-boyfriend and my nsfw fan fiction account is @living-dead-author. Below is the information on my request rules and info. Enjoy your stay <3

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Do not interact with me if you are

Homophobic

transphobic

racist

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Ed blog

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Match up rules

Specify the fandom you want and your gender preference.

Include things like hobbies, dream career, ideal parter, personality traits gender identity.

Feel free to include anything else you think is important.

Make them as long as you think they should be.

Will do

Fluff

Light or regular angst

head cannons

drabbles

fics

gore

hurt x comfort

x gn, male, trans masc and ftm reader

Autistic, depressed, anxious, etc reader (I won’t write about mental health issues/ mental illnesses unless I have it myself or I feel comfortable enough portraying it)

Darker topics like past mentions of abuse, sh, kidnapping, murder, etc all with proper trigger warnings

poly stories and head cannons (unless you tell me you want them to be poly I won’t write them as poly)

Slashers in a Dbd setting if they're actually in the game

Yandere characters (I think I know how to write one)

Iffy (Not common or might not write about depending on the request)

character x character

suicidal reader

Characters hurting reader on purpose

Recovering Ed related things

Heavy angst (More likely to be written with a happy ending)

Age regressing reader (Only if it's sfw)

x fem reader (Won't be very common for now unless it's essential to the fic)

I won’t do

sexual fics or head cannons (Take that to my other account)

Child reader

pregnant reader

parent reader

Pro Ed related anything

Characters

Horror characters

Scream: Billy Loomis, Stu Macher

Black Christmas: Billy Lenz

Halloween: Michael Myers (og or rob zombie), Corey Cunningham

The Boy: Brahms Heelshire

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Nubbins Sawyer, Chop top Sawyer, Vanita "Stretch" Brock

House of wax: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair

Behind the mask: Leslie Vernon

House of 1000 corpses: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly

The Lost boys: David, Paul, Marko, Dwayne, Michael, Star

The Black phone: The Grabber/Albert Shaw

Spree: Kurt Kunkle

Friday the 13th: Jason Voorhees, Tommy Jarvis

Child's play: Tiffany Valentine

Re-animator: Herbert West, Dan Cain

Carrie: Carrie White

Saw: Amanda Young, Adam Faulkner, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Jill Tuck

Candy man: The Candy man/ Daniel Robitaille

31: Doomhead

Psycho: Norman Bates

My bloody valentine: Harry Warden

Hannibal nbc: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter

Near dark: Severen

Laid to rest: Jesse Cromeans

Martin: Martin Mathias

The Collector: Asa Emory/The Collector

Thanksgiving: Sheriff Eric Newlon

The Walking dead

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Dead by Daylight

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

Pyramid head

Any slasher listed in the above section that is in dbd

Interview with the vampire 1995

Lestat De Lioncourt

Louis De Pointe Du Lac

Misc. Characters

Johnathan Crane/Scarecrow (DC, based off Cillian Murphy portrayal)

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slasherbastard · 4 years

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Masterlist

MATCHUPS AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN! PLEASE READ BEFORE REQUESTING!

Last updated: 10.08.23

-What I write for-

Currently I write for any characters from the following series (movies and games):

House of Wax (2005), The Boy (2016), Friday the 13th, House of 1000 Corpses, The Devil’s Rejects, 3 From Hell, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Halloween (All M.M versions), Scream, Child’s Play, Silent Hill, Behind the Mask, Carrie, Terrifier, Jeepers Creepers, The Lost Boys, Black Christmas, Candyman, Dead By Daylight, Silent Hill, etc

-When I write-

My main posting days are Tuesdays and Saturdays but I also post matchups and art randomly throughout the week if I have any to post.

-What I write-

- Headcanons - Matchups - Drabbles - Scenarios - Platonic Relationships

-What I won’t write-

- Incest - Necrophilia - Minor/Underage sex - P*dophilia - Anything to do with scat/piss - Zo*philia

ANYTHING LISTED IN BOLD IS NSFW OR SLIGHTLY NSFW, PLEASE DO NOT READ THESE IF YOU’RE -18

-Dead by Daylight-

Anna/the Huntress

Dating Huntress Headcanon (SFW)

Double Matchup (SFW)

Legion (Frank, Susie, Joey, Julie)

Joining the Legion HCs (SFW) Joey Matchup (SFW)

Ghostface (Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen)

Survivor!Reader Putting Up a Fight (SFW)

-House of Wax-

Bo Sinclair

Mute (SFW)

I Wish I Never Met You (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Matchup (SFW)

Bo and Vincent’s Reactions to the Palace of Wax (SFW)

Jealous (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Prom (SFW)

Tanning (VERY NSFW)

Are You Sorry? (Abuse TW)

Are You Sorry? Pt. 2

Kinktober 2021: Bo Sinclair (Virgin) (NSFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 1) (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 2) (SFW)

Vincent Sinclair

Art Isn’t Easy (SFW)

Matchup (SFW)

Why Are You Doing This to Yourself? (Self harm TW)

Matchup (SFW)

Lester Sinclair

Lester Finding out You Survived (SFW)

Double Matchup (SFW)

-The Boy-

Brahms Heelshire

Noises (SFW)

Why Are You Here? (SFW)

Chocolate Chip Cookies (SFW)

Matchup (SFW)

I am Damaged (SFW)

Stockholm Syndrome (SFW)

Birthday Breakfast (SFW)

Vampire!Brahms Heelshire HCs (SFW)

Brahms Heelshire During the Pandemic (Slightly NSFW)

Are You Sorry? (Abuse TW)

That’s. . .different (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 1) (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 2) (SFW)

Back Again (Chapter 1) (SFW)

-Black Christmas-

Camp (SFW)

-Friday The 13th-

Jason Voorhees

Cheating (SFW)

Life Isn’t Worth Living Without You (SFW)

Matchup (SFW)

Double Matchup (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 1) (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 2) (SFW)

Drown (SFW)

-A Nightmare on Elm Street-

Double Matchup (SFW)

Scared? (H/Cs) (SFW)

-House of 1000 Corpses-

Otis Driftwood

Matchup (SFW)

Halloween with the Firefly’s (SFW)

Playing Doctor (SFW)

Baby Firefly

Double Matchup (SFW)

-Texas Chainsaw Massacre (All Movies)-

Chop-Top Sawyer

Matchup (SFW)

Your Shirt (SFW)

Bad Dream (SFW)

Thomas Hewitt

Matchup (SFW)

The Cannibal (SFW)

Bubba Sawyer

Scared? (H/Cs) (SFW)

- Halloween (All Movies)-

Michael Myers (OG)

When They Died (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 1) (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt.2) (SFW)

Michael Myers (RZ)

Matchup (SFW)

-Scream-

Stu Macher

Matchup (SFW)

It Never Mattered Anyway - Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Reader (SFW)

Poly!Ghostface Matchup (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Billy + Stu Helping Trans Male S/O on Period

Billy Loomis

Poly!Ghostface Matchup (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Billy + Stu Helping Trans Male S/O on Period

-Child’s Play-

Tiffany Valentine

Matchup (SFW)

-Laid To Rest-

Chromeskull

Matchup (SFW)

-The Collector-

Asa Emory

Double Matchup (SFW)

Matchup (SFW)

The Collector with a Lolita S/O (SFW)

-The Craft-

Nancy Downs

Double Matchup (SFW)

-Candyman-

Double Matchup (SFW)

-Resident Evil (All Games)-

How The Four Lords Would React To You Doing Bad Impressions Of Them (SFW)

-Multi-Slashers-

Slasher’s reactions to their s/o’s wanting to dye their hair (SFW)

The Slashers as Facebook Memes (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Slashers with an S/O with comfort items (SFW)

Slashers with a musical S/O (SFW)

Slasher’s Reactions to your Friend Kissing You (SFW)

Slasher Game Night Would Include (SFW)

Slashers at the Playground Would Include (SFW)

Slashers at the Amusement Park Would Include (SFW)

Slashers With a Pierced/Tatted S/O (SFW)

Slashers With a Chubby/Insecure S/O (SFW)

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red-doll-face · 5 years

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Masterlist

red-doll-face slasher blog masterlist!

Hello! Welcome to my blog! This is my masterlist, where you will find almost every piece I’ve written. Each piece has additional warnings at the top so please check those!

Updated: 07/21/21

A small legend:

gn: gender-neutral

tm: trans masc

afab: assigned female at birth

f: fem reader

m: male reader

nsfw: content that is usually sexual in nature

hcs: headcanons

pieces: usually 180-1800 word drabbles

Slashers

Jason Voorhees

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Giving a Lap Dance gn

Slashers Getting Pampered gn

Slashers x nervous Reader gn

Jealousy hcs m

Slashers as DBD Killers gn

Pieces:

For you. f (mentioned) pt.1

Dedicated To You. gn (no mentions of gender) pt.2

Sanguine gn

Mojito gn

Rob Zombies Michael Myers

Hcs:

x clumsy goth Reader gn

x Reader (related to Loomis) gn

Slashers x nervous Reader gn

Pieces:

Full Course gn slight nsfw

Michael Myers

Hcs:

Taking Care of Sick S/O gn

x Magical Girl!Reader gn despite prompt

Giving a Lap Dance gn

Slashers Getting Pampered gn

Slashers x nervous Reader gn

Mark of Incision f nsfw (a 6 chapter au for michael myers: a little ooc AO3 link)

Pieces:

locked in. pt.1 gn

keeper. pt.2 gn nsfw

Under a Blanket of Blue gn nsfw

Heavy Metals gn

A Friend from Work gn

(There is another section for Michael below, the difference being Dead by Daylight standards bc I know some people don’t play this game. It’s not that good. 😔)

Bubba Sawyer

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Sfw and Nsfw hcs f nsfw

Domestic Fluff hcs gn

x Magical Girl!Reader gn

x Feral Alt s/o gn

Giving a Lap Dance gn

Slashers Getting Pampered gn

Slashers x nervous Reader gn

Pieces:

Right Action gn nsfw

Angst Prompt 37 gn

Free Room gn nsfw

Billy Lenz

Hcs:

Sfw and Nsfw hcs f nsfw

x shy goth Reader gn

x trans masc Reader tm

x reader who loves plants gn

Pieces:

Sleeping Dust Bunnies gn

Vulnerability gn nsfw

Lent tm

Angst Prompt 23 gn

Asa ‘The Collector’ Emory

Hcs:

x Detective!Reader gn

x Blind Singer!Reader gn

x Reader who attracts bugs gn

Pieces:

Lovely Letters gn

Anything gn

By Similar Methods gn

Catalogs gn

I Don’t Live Today gn

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Sfw and Nsfw hcs f nsfw

Slashers Getting Pampered gn

Slashers x nervous Reader gn

Jealousy hcs m

Pieces:

In the Middle of May afab nsfw

Harry Warden

Hcs:

Nsfw hcs gn nsfw

x clumsy goth Reader gn

Slashers as DBD Killers gn

Pieces:

Light Headed gn nsfw

Daniel ‘Candyman’ Robitaille

Hcs:

x Reader with allergies gn

Brahms Heelshire

Hcs:

Slashers as DBD Killers gn

Dead by Daylight Killers

Max ‘The Hillbilly’ Thompson Jr.

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Sad Hc gn

Frank ‘The Legion’ Morrison

Hcs:

Nsfw hcs gn nsfw

x Male s/o with a dog m

Killers x sweet Reader gn

Pieces:

Red Strings gn

Snow Blind afab nsfw

Michael ‘The Shape’ Myers

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

My Blue Heaven gn pt.1

Blues in the Night gn pt.2

Drabbles gn

Sad Hc gn

Danny ‘The Ghostface’ Johnson

Hcs:

x Magical Girl!Reader gn

x Male s/o with a dog m

Killers x sweet Reader gn

Pieces:

Bargaining with the Devil gn nsfw

Nothing More gn

Drabbles gn

Anna ‘The Huntress’

Pieces:

Kiss Prompt 11 gn

Kiss Prompt 47 gn

Kiss Prompt 50 gn

Drabbles gn

Evan ‘The Trapper’ Macmillan

Hcs:

x Male s/o with a dog m

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Sad Hc gn

Pieces:

Drabbles gn

Susie ‘The Legion’

Hcs:

Nsfw hcs gn nsfw

Pieces:

Fluff Prompt “Can I uh kiss you?” gn

Pretty Little Black Eyes gn NSFW

Amanda ‘The Pig’ Young

Hcs:

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

Fluff Prompt “Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” gn

Angst Prompt 17 gn

Joey ‘The Legion’

Hcs:

Killers x sweet Reader gn

Philip ‘The Wraith’ Ojomo

Hcs:

Killers x sweet Reader gn

Sad Hc gn

Kiss hcs + blurb gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pyramid Head ‘The Executioner’

Pieces:

A Case of Bleeding Flesh gn

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Kazan ‘The Oni’ Yamaoka

Hcs:

Sick Reader hcs gn

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

A Star in the Night afab nsfw

Bubba ‘The Cannibal’ Sawyer:

Hcs:

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Rin ‘The Spirit’ Yamaoka:

Adiris ‘The Plague’:

Caleb ‘The Deathslinger’ Quinn:

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Ji-Woon ‘The Trickster’ Hak:

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Nemesis T-Type ‘The Nemesis’

Hcs:

Fluff hcs gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

Already Yours angst gn

Herman ‘The Doctor’ Carter:

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Dead by Daylight Survivors

Dwight Fairfield

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

x Killer s/o gn

Sad Hc gn

Pieces:

Core gn nsfw

Angst Prompt 17 gn

David King

Pieces:

Gratification gn nsfw

Quentin Smith

Hcs:

General cute hcs gn

Sad Hc gn

Pieces:

Angst Prompt 7 gn

Claudette Morel:

Hcs:

Sad Hc gn

Meg Thomas:

Ace Visconti:

Feng Min:

Laurie Strode:

Jane Romero:

Yui Kimura:

Zarina Kassir:

Cheryl Mason:

Élodie Rakoto:

Steve Harrington:

Hcs:

Sad Hc gn

Pieces:

Yandere Prompt ‘You’re all I ever think about’ gn

Jeff Johannson:

Kate Denson:

Yun-Jin Lee:

: Let me know if any of the links aren't working. Please read warnings at the top of each post I don’t mean to upset anyone. Thanks for reading !! :

#slasher x reader #michael myers #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer #billy lenz x reader #dead by daylight #red writes #masterlist #dbd the shape #the collector x reader #asa emory x reader #ghostface x reader #dbd ghostface

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slasherbaby · 3 years

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Lip Service [read on ao3 or under the cut! ♡]

pairing: trans male reader x danny johnson (dead by daylight)

rating: explicit

tags: period sexxx, hurt/comfort, danny being a sweetheart (he still kills ppl tho) unsafe sex

warnings: blood (reader gets eaten out while he’s on his period soooo), smut, cunt/pussy/cock used for genitalia

“Hello?” You were already on edge before the phone startled you from your thoughts, so you don’t bother hiding the irritation that seeps into your voice. You’ve gotten enough prank calls lately, and honestly, you aren’t in the mood to deal with another one right now. You have enough on your plate as it is, albeit your ‘busy day’ mostly involves plans to lie in bed with a cup of tea and feel sorry for yourself. “Who is it?”

“Hey,” It’s Danny’s voice that greets you, softening the irritation that had built up inside you. You let out a soft sigh, relaxing against the kitchen counter. “What?” He says. “Expecting someone else?”

“No, I just,” You sigh again, twirling your finger around the phone cord. “I’m having a rough day.”

“What’s going on? Have you been getting those calls again?”

“No, I’m-” You pause as a wave rolls through your lower stomach, tight and painful enough for you to bite down on your bottom lip, stifling a groan. Fuck. Whatever excuse you had planned on telling Danny dissolves as tears start to form in the corners of your eyes. “It’s that time of the month. I’m bleeding and it just… really hurts.”

“Baby,” Danny’s voice drips with sugary sweetness, which does nothing to help the tears in your eyes. “Do you need me to get you anything?”

You debate brushing him off, the thought of getting out of your comfy pajamas and into something that would make you look cute makes you want to curl into a ball and never leave your couch. But on the other hand, Danny is big and strong and somehow he always manages to run hot- your own personal furnace. Plus, having his arms around you right now sounds close to perfection.

After waiting a few moments, Danny takes the choice from you. “How about this; I’ll swing by Blockbuster, pick up a few of your favorite videos, and we’ll have ourselves a movie night.”

“Danny,” You whine, suddenly very glad for the static connection from your home phone. “I love you.”

“I know, sweet thing.” His nicknames for you always make you giggle, and now is no exception. You can practically hear his smile over the phone as he speaks. “I love you too.”

It doesn’t take Danny long to arrive at your place, showing up with a crooked smile and a paper bag in his hand. He pulls you in for a kiss the second you open the door, a firm hand on your waist to keep you steady as you fall against his chest. It’s sweet, nothing deeper than the little nibble to your bottom lip he gives you, but it leaves you craving more nonetheless.

On most days it didn’t take much to rile you up, but when it was this time of the month, it was like your libido got an amplifier. When Danny releases you, you stumble back, a small laugh tumbling from your lips. He walks forward, closing the door with the back of his heel.

“Look at you.” He grins, squeezing your waist before letting his hand settle on the swell of your hip. “My handsome man.”

Averting your eyes away from his, you can’t help the butterflies that flit around in your stomach. You don’t feel very handsome, or at least you didn’t until Danny complimented you. His way with words always made you blush, or at the very least feel good about yourself. Even when you looked like a nerd in your pajamas.

“Is that my shirt?” He asks, moving the handle of the bag to his wrist so that he could tug at the hem of your shirt. You give him a look, one eyebrow raised, almost like a challenge. Danny only laughs, tugging you back in so he can press a kiss against your forehead. “It suits you.”

You lead him further into the house, stopping when you get to the living room. He looks massively out of place, but his body language is just as comfortable as it would be if you were at his house. Now that Danny’s actually here, you’re slightly unsure of yourself. He’s only ever been over once before, but that was just to drop you off after a date. Now that you think about it, it’s lucky that he even remembers your address.

“Sit down baby, get comfortable,” Danny instructs, leading you to the couch and giving you a gentle shove. You fall back onto the cushions with a grin, waggling your eyebrows at him. He reaches into the bag and pulls out a few tapes, plopping them down on your lap before starting to walk away. “Your choice, sugar plum.” He tosses a wink over his shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving you with pink cheeks and a fluttery heart.

You look down at the movies in your lap, smiling when you realize what he rented. One of the reasons you two bonded in the first place was over your love for horror, so the genre doesn’t come as a surprise. But they were all movies that you had talked about before, most of the time just in fleeting conversation. The fact that he remembered makes your heart swell up like a balloon. It only takes you a minute to decide, eventually getting up and taking the one you chose over to the VHS player.

“Danny?” You call out as you wander into the kitchen. You’re met with the sight of Danny opening a bottle of wine, the popcorn on the stove just starting to sizzle.

“I thought I told you,” He points the end of the bottle opener at you. “To get comfortable.”

You hold your hands up in mock surrender, a giggle escaping your lips. The sight of him brandishing the corkscrew at you doesn’t exactly inspire you to leave, especially not when the entire situation feels so utterly domestic. You’ve never been too fond of commitment, especially not with the track record of relationships you’ve had. But Danny… he makes you feel different. Wildly different. You know that you don’t have to settle down like your parents expect you to. You could have a career, you could get married, you could have kids. It all depended on what you wanted to do. But never before had you ever actually felt like you would want to ‘settle down,’ not like you do when you’re around Danny.

“I missed you.” You grin as you walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You feel him freeze under your touch, like you had slapped him instead of hugged him, and immediately start to pull away. Before you can apologize, Danny puts down the cork opener onto the kitchen counter and grabs your wrists, holding you against him. You press a kiss to his spine before nuzzling your cheek against his back, feeling the way his body slowly relaxes into yours.

“It’s only been a few days… Are you sure you missed me?” Danny murmurs.

You shrug and give him another kiss. “Of course I missed you.”

You can feel the shuddery sigh he lets out before he’s turning around to face you. He leans down, cupping your face between his hands, and looks directly into your eyes. His gaze is intense, far too intense for the situation, and suddenly you’re hit with a realization that you might have bitten off more than you can chew.

“I miss you every second I’m not with you.” He tells you, the words carrying nothing but the honest truth. It’s your turn to shudder, though it’s not from fear. You’ve never been the object of someone’s desires before, not like this. Not in your kitchen with messy hair and pajamas and a man who looks like an angel staring down at you. “It drives me crazy.”

“Danny…” You breathe, leaning up onto your tiptoes to connect your lips. When you part, you realize that his eyes are still open, watching you with such fervor that you have to force yourself not to look away. “I feel the same.”

You watch him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing, before his lips part. Whatever he’s about to say is cut off by the sound of loud popping, making you flinch and look in the direction of the stove. When you look back, Danny’s face has gone back to normal, the look in his eye gone in an instant.

“C’mon baby, let me finish up here and then I’ll be right with you.”

By the time you have the movie ready, Danny’s walking back out with two long-stemmed glasses and an opened bottle of wine. He hands you one of the glasses, filling it with a flourish and a wink before putting the bottle and other glass down onto the coffee table. You laugh, grinning at him when he bows. When he goes back to the kitchen, you can’t help but pout.

“Leaving me so soon?” You tease, only to have him chuckle in response. The second time he comes back out, he’s carrying a bowl of steaming popcorn in one hand. You peer at him with a confused smile, looking at the hand he so obviously has hidden behind his back. “Whatcha got there, Danny?”

Danny puts the popcorn down on the coffee table, careful not to knock over the wine, and sits down on the couch next to you. You put down your glass next to his, pulling your legs up onto the couch as he leans in to give you a kiss. You shut your eyes, ready to have your lips meet his, but as you lean in you realize that it’s not Danny that’s so close to your face. When your lips touch something soft and plush, your eyes snap open.

It’s a stuffed bear, covered in fluffy gray fur with a satin red bow tied around its neck and a pair of felt vampire fangs sticking out from its stitched snout. “Oh my God, Danny,” You take the bear with gentle hands, immediately squeezing it to your chest. “He’s adorable!”

"I thought you might like it." He chuckles.

You move forward, fully ready to give him a kiss, but he stops you before you can. He hands you another object instead, this time a dark red box. It’s shaped like a heart, completely wrapped in velvet, and you know from looks alone that it’s going to be filled with chocolate.

“Danny, thank you,” You say through a half-watery smile. The movies, the gifts, the wine… All because you were having a rough time. “You can’t be so nice to me, I swear I’ll start to cry...” It’s mostly a joke, but in all honesty, there's more truth to it than you’d like.

Relationships have never been your strong suit. Hell, more like you’ve never been good at picking men who don’t treat you like shit. But Danny’s so different, caring and sweet, and thoughtful in all the ways previous men haven’t been. Even if he’s secretive about some aspects of his life, he treats you well, better than well, actually. He treats you like he actually loves you.

“Good.” He grins, swinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “You know I think you look sexy when you cry.”

“Nightmare two?” He laughs, settling back into the couch as you pull your legs up onto his lap. “Interesting choice.”

“What can I say,” You smile, leaning your head back against his chest. “I’m gay and I feel like watching someone else bleed for a change.”

You’re too busy focusing on the start of the movie to notice the smirk he gives you, before turning his attention to the film as well.

It doesn’t take long before Danny’s hand is traveling down from your shoulder, drawing swirls onto the side of your arm. You lean into the touch with a smile, despite it doing nothing to quell the heat in your lower belly. When his hand moves to your waist, you have to bite your bottom lip to keep from making a noise.

“Can I touch you?” Danny’s whisper comes as both a curse and a blessing, but you find yourself nodding nonetheless. He keeps his touch light, moving slowly over the skin on your stomach, trailing up to your ribs, touching just below your scars. It goes on like this for a while, before in a series of quick movements he’s pulling you over and up, forcing you to straddle him.

It’s jarring to see him display such strength. Sure, you’re not the biggest guy in the world. Coming in at 5’3, it’s not like you’re exceedingly heavy. But still, sometimes you forget just how powerful Danny can be when he wants to. He’s 6’4 and devastatingly fit, though you don’t know where he finds the time to work out with all the late hours he’s been working recently.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, though you're hardly halfway through nodding before he’s claiming your lips. It’s rough and passionate, full of teeth and tongue, and the most delicious amount of pain. You hardly notice when he flips you over, laying you down onto the couch on your back and kissing his way down your neck. He rucks up your shirt, continuing to press his lips against your skin as he slowly works his way down.

It’s only when his head finds its way between your thighs that you realize what his intentions are.

“Danny wait,” You gasp out, though every fiber of your being is telling you to let him keep going. You grasp him by the hair and shoulder, not wanting him to move down any further. “I’m ble-”

He cuts you off before you can finish, his eyes are dark and his pupils wide. “I know.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. “Do you?” No one has ever wanted to touch you when you were bleeding, let alone go down on you.

“I love you, Y/N.” He says, words scratchy and rough from kissing. He kisses your navel, and while you’re distracted, he pulls down your underwear and sweatpants all at once. You gasp, hands going to cover yourself, but he’s faster than that.

One of his hands grabs your wrists, big enough to cover both of them. The other goes to your thigh, lifting it up until it’s high enough that he can easily slide underneath it, letting it rest on his trap muscles.

“I love all of you.” His voice deepens, turning to something dark, something you haven’t heard before. “And I’m gonna taste you.” He inhales, pressing another kiss right above your navel before traveling down to your already soaked cunt. Danny looks up at you through hooded eyes, his lips already pursed, tongue peeking out in anticipation. “All of you.”

When he first touches you, it’s gentle. Just a little lick, nothing more. His eyes meet yours, and you have to force yourself not to cover your face. It’s not fair, is it? You’ve never met a man as hot as him, you’ve never met anyone who dances the line between pretty and handsome so flawlessly, and still has room for giving compliments left over. It’s like he was sculpted from the gods, made perfect in physical form and mind. And despite all of his perfections, he still wanted you.

He releases your wrists, freeing his hand so that he can press it right above your pubic mound. He’s skilled, far more skilled than you would be if you were between someone’s legs, with the way he applies a bit of pressure, making your little cock slip free from your folds. Danny doesn’t hesitate with the way he sucks you into his mouth, making sure to keep his teeth away as he swirls his tongue around you. The whine that breaks from your throat is high and needy, your cunt pulsing on instinct. Danny had gone down on you before, but he usually filled you with his fingers before he started.

Your hands hover above his shoulders, not yet touching him. You’re hesitant in all the ways that Danny is confident like you expect him to pull away at any second, a mocking smile on his lips and disgust in his eyes. But he doesn’t pull away, instead, he presses forward, releasing your aching cock from between his lips and moving down to your entrance.

“Danny,” You gasp out as his tongue laps at you. “I’m bleeding.” If he doesn’t mind, then you don’t, but the idea of blood coming out while he’s down there is enough to make you want him to stop. “I can’t-” You aren’t sure where you’re going with the statement, since you hope he knows that you can’t just… control it.

But before you can finish your sentence, he’s plunging his tongue deep inside you, pressing his entire face against your cunt and breathing in roughly as he fucks you. Your jaw shuts so hard that your teeth clack together, a cut-off moan stuck in your throat.

“Danny,” Your hand curls around his shoulder, your other hand moving to wind through his hair when you feel his thumb start to circle around your cock. “Oh God, Danny, you’re perfect.”

He moves back just enough to look up at you, his lips red and shining and fuck, you’re sure that you must be on fire with the way your cheeks burn.

“You’re fucking delicious.” He husks before diving back in, his tongue working with you twice the vigor as before.

It takes under five minutes for you to get close, your eyes bulging out as you grip his hair harder. “Wait, wait, stop,” You grunt, tugging him away from your cunt. He groans like a man starved, looking up at you with hunger in his eyes.

“What?” He growls, and it’s enough for you to almost let him move back down. But there’s blood on his face, his lips, his teeth. It’s hot in a way that you’ve never allowed yourself to indulge in before, unlocking your arousal like it was a dark secret you had kept under lock and key in the shameful recesses of your mind.

“I need you inside me.” You gasp, trying to sound demanding but really just coming off as desperate. “I wanna come around you, Danny. Please,”

Your begging is apparently all it takes to drive Danny over the edge, as he surges up from between your legs. Your thigh stays around his shoulder, with your knee pressed flush to your chest as you’re bent in an almost unnatural way. One of his hands slams down next to your head while the other frees his cock from his jeans.

He’s fully sheathed inside of you in a matter of seconds. You shut your eyes immediately, the sudden intimacy of eye contact too much for you to handle. One of his hands finds your cunt, resuming the vigor he used before when working your cock.

“Open your fucking eyes.” He all but snarls, pulling his cock halfway out of you before going still. “I can wait all night baby, I’m not fucking you until I see those pretty eyes.”

Something close to a sob comes from your chest, your breath hitching in your throat as you follow his order. The lower half of his face is still smeared with blood, a bit of it on his teeth when he bares them at you and grins before thrusting back in.

You come immediately, thighs shaking, back arching, and teeth sinking into your bottom lip. He keeps working your cock through it, thrusting hard and fast into you, so rough that it makes your teeth chatter.

“Keep those eyes on me.” Danny keeps fucking you at a pace that would be nearly painful if it wasn’t for how wet and open you are. “Don’t even fucking think about shutting them.”

He makes you come once more before getting close himself, his breath coming out in hot pants and a growl rumbling in his throat.

“Come in me,” You beg, wrapping your arms around his neck and using it as leverage to meet his thrusts. “Please Danny,”

“Yeah, fuck,” He grunts, moving one of his hands to your hair and yanking it back. “Beg. Fucking beg for me, angel.”

“Please Danny!” You cry out, the last remaining bit of energy left in your body surging to the surface. “Please come inside me, I need you to fill me up, please!”

“Yeah?” His hips stutter into you, eyes wide as he stares down at you, like he’s memorizing every single twitch of your facial muscles and the way your lips look when you moan his name. “You need it?”

“So bad,” Your voice is hardly anything more than a stutter with the way Danny’s fucking you, but you force it through anyways. “I always want you inside me, I need your come so fucking bad, wanna feel you inside me for days,”

You feel it when he comes, gushing out and into you, filling you up with liquid fire. “Darling,” He groans, releasing the grip on your hair as he rides out his orgasm.

“Love you, love this so much,” You babble. “‘M never gonna let you come anywhere else, only inside me, forever and ever Danny,”

He tucks his face into your shoulder, nuzzling up against your skin. There’s a chuckle in his throat, but you can’t find it in you to be embarrassed. How could you ever feel embarrassed when he’s with you, inside you, loving you? It’s simply inconceivable.

Danny slowly pulls back, but the arms you have around his neck don’t let him get far.

“No.” It’s your turn to growl at him, refusing to budge even when he tries to rub your arms soothingly.

“Sugar, I’m not going anywhere. Lemme put your leg down, yeah?”

You debate it for a few moments before giving it, slowly releasing your iron grip until he has the space to pull back. True to his word, all Danny does is take your leg down from over his shoulder, massaging the meat of your thigh when you hiss in discomfort.

“You did so good, honey. So fucking perfect for me.”

Looping your arms back into their previous hold, you smile and pull Danny back down to lay on top of you. The idea of moving again sounds terrible to you, and it’s not like either of you have anywhere you need to rush off to. “Thank you,” You murmur, a satisfied smile working it’s way lazily onto your lips.

“Don’t thank me yet, sweet thing.” Danny gives your neck a soft nip before properly settling down. “We’ve only just gotten started.”

#i know i made danny super sappy in this but its not my fault i was driven by my incessant need for self-indulgent smut #nsft #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson/reader #danny johnson smut #dbd ghostface #ghost face x reader #ghostface x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dbd smut #trans masc reader #trans male reader #reader uses he/him pronouns #blood #babywrites #sub reader

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