cw: MINORS DNI, dead dove do not eat, gender neutral reader, yandere, noncon/dubcon thigh riding, blood kink, mask kink, light knifeplay, fuck or die lite™️, soft dirty talk, blood, mentions of murder, the reader is brutally stabbed, backstabbing (lol you’ll get it), physical assault, death threats, threat of wound fucking, horny Ghostie
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The mist seemed a lot thicker than you remembered.
A constant reminder that you were indeed in the dark, as well as in danger. Especially after some asshole decided to make an offering to thicken it. You’d kill that bastard yourself if you could; but you can’t. You are a survivor, a mouse in the classic game. You couldn’t spill blood other than your own even if you wanted to.
Speaking of a cat and mouse game, you definitely felt like a mouse now. Especially when the cat was right across the dingy hallway, grasping another of your vermin brethren by the throat: Ace.
The man coughed as The Ghost Face held him high against the wall, holding his knife up against the man’s throat. The blade was as long as your forearm, glinting in the crude, broken down lighting of the old manufacturing building you were all thrust into for a trial.
A loud boom sounded through the building; a sacrifice had been completed. The hooks were cruel, and you unfortunately couldn’t get there in time to save your other friend.
You slowly peeked through the crack of the red wardrobe you were currently hiding in, your heartbeat loud in your ears as you heard Ace cough again, you supposed that it meant that Ghostface’s grip was now tighter on the poor man’s throat.
“Where. Are. They?” You heard the masked man’s muffled voice. His breathing was labored; chasing survivors around to murder them was obviously a tiring game. But you knew that the bastard enjoyed it. The last time you were against him he took a crude and bloody photo of you as a “keepsake”, according to him.
“W-Who?!” Ace croaked loudly, his legs kicking out in a weak attempt to try and fight off the black-clad killer.
“(Y/N), you stupid fuck!!” The Ghostface roars as he slams Ace against the wall, making the man nearly crack his skull on the dirty cement. Ace groans, choking and sputtering as he tries to get his bearings again after that attack that clearly made him dizzy. He knew that Ghostface was obsessed with you, stopping at nothing to get near you in every single trial you two were in together. The killer’s never been this angry though, and he was scared that he would get killed early from this crazy fucker. He knew that there was only one way to get out of this, and in the end, it was every man for himself.
You swallow hard has Ace slowly raises a bloody finger, pointing directly at the closet you’ve nestled yourself into.
“No...”
Your heart drops into your shoes, the killer slowly turning to face the closet as well. You hear him chuckle as he drops the squirming and injured man, letting him scramble up off of the floor and watch with wide eyes.
His boots sound heavy as they get closer to you, your eyes wide and your heart leaping out of your chest. You knew he was toying with you, there was no way that he ever wanted to go slow at anything. You were supposed to be scared.
The double doors swung open before you could even blink, and without thinking you tried to scamper away as if you even had a chance against him. You screamed as the killer grabbed at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and throwing you to the ground, knocking the wind out of you.
“Aw now, don’t run off now sweetpea, we’re just gettin’ started!!” Danny laughs as he sits on top of you to stop you from wiggling.
“NO!!!!” You scream out as you see Ace run off, tears streaming down your cheeks at the prospect of being alone with the lunatic that meant you harm. You wiggle harder, managing to break free from under Ghostface for but a fleeting moment before you feel something roughly pierce your shoulder blade... something sharp.
You scream as Ghostface’s knife pierces you, white-hot pain coursing through your body as you feel ribs crack and blood gush from the wound. You can hear him cooing loudly at you over your screaming, but you couldn’t fully understand what was being said. If you were being honest with yourself, you really didn’t care.
“Aww now, hush!!~ It’s gonna be fine! You’re gonna die anyways!” Danny laughs like it’s the funniest joke ever. He swiftly pulls the knife from your back, listening closely to your whimpering and crying.
He flips you over and you can hear him breathing heavily as he grabs your arms and blood gushes from your shoulder blade. “Y’know what, you sweet little thing? I wanna play just a little…” He chuckles, muffled by the mask as well as the blood rushing through your ears. “Ju-Just a little, I promise! That blood is... it’s fuckin’ hot...” He swallows, his mask getting closer to your face the more he speaks.
“Unluckily for you, though-” He grunts as he lays you flat and hovers over you, suddenly grabbing your neck and squeezing.
“You won’t be seeing my handsome face... This time around anyway~” He jokes as you cough and kick hard; a feeble attempt to escape again. You can feel your own sticky blood pooling on the floor from your open wound, and it made your heart beat even faster and your adrenaline flow, your body practically moving on its own.
As you struggle, you hear him softly grunt, as if he didn’t wanna mention what was wrong in that moment. You finally realize, and it’s horrid. In his efforts to cage you in and trap you under him, he had put his knee in between your legs, causing your sudden movements to rub against him. Was he... turned on by this?! What a fucking pervert...
You stop in your attempts to move after that realization, opting to try moving your legs up to kick him in any way. That only made it worse, his breathing getting labored as he just watched you eerily with that goddamned mask.
“Hey!!!” He shouted suddenly, slamming your body onto the cold floor and bringing you back up again, holding you close to him. “Who fuckin’ said you could stop?” He asked deeply, his voice deep and smooth but sinister at the same time. The rubber of the mask touched your nose as he stared you down, your body shaking under such a dangerous gaze. He sighs, grabbing your hips as he sits you right on his thigh. You felt even more like a mouse, but now you were in the cat’s jaws.
“Move your hips, baby...” You hear him order, his breath heavy with anticipation. You don’t comply for a moment, staring him down in defiance.
“Don’t make me fuck that bloody hole in your back instead, you little bitch.” Danny growls as he reaches around you to poke a finger in your gushing wound to make you squeal, which you do.
This time, you comply, knowing that him getting angrier would lead to a worse fate than this. You slowly move your hips over his toned thigh, your warmth rubbing against the fabric of his bloodstained pants as well as your clothing. Your cheeks were hot, and you had to admit that the friction felt good. But with someone who planned to kill you? Maybe he wouldn’t if you gave him what he wanted...
“That’s it, sweetness... Mm, you’re so warm...” He huffs desperately, his hands gripping your hips hard as he helps you along, pushing you down as he moves his leg for a better angle.
“Yeah, that’s it... Good ‘lil baby...” He praises again and again as you ride him, a gentle whimper from the building pleasure escaping your throat without permission. You can feel your body reacting harshly to everything that has happened, truly obvious from the stain that has appeared on The Ghost’s pants. It all happened so fast, your brain was fuzzy. His hips started to hump against you, begging for some kind of attention in the place he needed you most.
You could hear generators being completed and the lights getting brighter. The other survivors were probably wondering where you were, and your heart stung from the thought that they might just leave without you.
Danny watched as you tried to quickly get yourself off, smiling under the mask at how funny this situation was to him. He never thought you would be this obedient... But he liked it. The killer knew that he should have done this sooner if you were going to be this good of a fucktoy!~
Leather gloves grabbed at your cheeks, squishing them and making your moans muffle just a bit as he forced you to grind on him faster. His index finger forces itself into your mouth, rubbing your tongue with vigor as he continues to move you. A twinge of blood from your wound coats your taste buds, and your warmth throbs from how good it tasted.
“L-Look, sweetcheeks- mmh- I’m okay with not cumming this time... Just this once, y’hear?? But- shit, you gotta move just a teensy bit faster if you wanna get off by the time this is over!” Ghostface cackles hoarsely, gripping your hips harder still.
You moan in response, panic flooding your being with a sense of primal urgency to not only cum, but to get out alive.
You suddenly hear the door alarm; the others had finished with the gens, but still no one was coming for you. You can hear them opening the giant door to escape. Your sense of panic grows, making your hips twitch with both desire and fear.
“D’aww.. they’re leavin’ without you, honeybun... so sad!~” Danny croons playfully, groaning softly still as you continue to move on top of him.
Your brain freezes over, the fear skyrocketing and making everything more... pleasurable? You weren’t sure how that could happen, but you let out a louder moan as you look down to see the Ghostface’s built thigh under you, rubbing on your precious parts with lust. You moan again, unable to contain the fact that your brain is beginning to melt into nothing with pleasure, your hips finally moving on their own.
Your moans get louder and louder, the indication that you were getting close spurring Ghostface on to grip you tighter, his leg moving in sync with your body to help you along.
“That’s it! Cum for me, darling~” The killer calls. Your breaths get heavy, cheeks warm as the feeling building in your tummy finally snaps at his command. Your back arches as you cry out, your broken screams accompanied by the laughter of a psychopath.
“What a good baby!!~ You made me so proud!~” He coos, nuzzling his mask on your cheek as you come down from your high, your legs shaking and your hips twitching. He gushes over you, showing you the stain you left on his pants as well as yours, giving your cheeks a pinch with his leather gloves.
You can barely feel anything as Ghostface picks you up, and you wonder if he’s just going to hang you on a hook and fuck you there until the Entity came to claim you. If you were being honest with yourself, you would rather that have happened.
Instead, he drops you right at the gate: wide open and welcoming you through to the other side.
As a goodbye until your next trial, Ghostface jabs his finger into your wound, cruelly twisting as you writhe and scream on the ground. He cackles wildly, kicking you right in the gut to get you through the door.
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A/N: Hi Hello this was highly requested from my friends after I wrote that initial Ghostface fic. They wanted smut so I gave them smut.
Wordcount: 2.5k
CW: Smut. Pure smut. Explicit Language and details.
Danny’s lines had always been blurred; he walked a fine line of maschiosism and rotting in the deepest pits in hell. Bringing you back to your apartment and stripping you out of that scantalizing dress of yours with all intents of fucking you senseless; drunk or not. You felt like your head had been spinning since the moment he growled into your ear, “ That’s very bold from the girl I already planned to fuck the brains out of.”
A fire in your chest exploded and you both hastily paid off the bartender and headed out of the bar. Now he had you pinned against the bed, nipping and sucking on every crevice of your body. The moans escaping your lips were like ecstaty to his ears, he thought he liked to hear the screams of his murder victims. This was so much sweeter and he didn’t want you to stop.
He went back to attacking your neck while sliding his hands up and down your body. Carefully paying attention to the way your body reacted to certain spots being touched or squeezed. He took note of your hips grindinding as he continued to leave little love marks down the side of your neck. He wanted you to never forget, he wanted to ingrain into you that you belonged with him.
That no one will ever touch you or send you over the edge like he planned to do, over and over again.
Danny had noted the feeling of underwear, but no noticeable bra was on. You really had planned things out before hand. You really wanted this. You wanted him. This drove him almost feral, but he had to reign control over himself if he wanted to break you in ways you probably had never been broken. He stopped his attack on your neck and stood up and motioned for you to join him.
He had pulled you close to him as he reached past your ass to grip the hem of the fabric on your dress. Danny pulled the material agonizingly slow up your body and left goose bumps in the wake of the fabric missing from your body. You indeed did not have a bra on and your breasts fell perfectly against your chest without the fabric restricting them. Danny slipped his lower lip between his teeth at the sight of you like he had seen in this very apartment before.
Expect this time, you were very aware of his presence; of the burning gaze that had been locked onto you since the moment he spotted you in the bar again. Danny shrugged over his oversized overshirt and quickly tugged off the black skin tight undershirt. Your eyes darted from his chest down to his hips where a very faint v-line was protruding. You felt your breath catch in your throat as you marveled at what a gorgeous specimen Danny truly was.
His arms were toned, not overly muscular but you could tell he kept himself in shape. Little did you know the dark reason as to why he was so fit, but that was something he would keep his dirty secret. He hadn’t gotten caught and didn’t plan to now. Not when the most thrilling hunt was right in front of him. He kept his hands on you up until he moved over to the bed and crawled onto it.
He had gotten himself up to the headboard and patted the spot next to him. “Come join me, darling.” He said in a very sultry tone that made you almost want to pass out right then and there. Little did you know everything this man had in store for you. You laid down next to him and his lips once again connecting with yours. A shudder ran through your body as his warm but gentle hands glided over your naked body.
Cupping and squeezing your breasts, finding and lightly teasing your nipples, and digging his fingers into your flesh to bring out those delicious moans of yours. Eventually he broke from the fervent kissing and ducked down to encapture your nipple into his mouth. Sucking and swirling his tongue while his other hand continued to roam your body. Your body was shaking and sometimes jerking at the motions of which Danny was attacking your breast.
You couldn’t think straight and by the time he ran his hand down to your underwear you were embarrassingly soaked. A small coo left his lips as he stopped his assault on your right breast. “Wow, you are absolutely drenched, bunny.” He chuckled, running his fingers over your slick underwear. A mewl left your lips as you tried to cover your face in embarrassment.
He quickly grabbed your wrists, pinned them against you head. “Don’t you dare hide that gorgeous face from me. I want to see all the cute expressions you make while I’m fucking you senseless.” Danny growled in your ear, nippling on the lobe. Before he could give you any time to think, he went back to assaulting your breasts with his mouth.
This time, he continued down to your hips and tapped on your legs. “Be a good girl and spread those legs for me.” He stated after unlatching his mouth from your left breast. You instantly did as he said, moving your legs so that they were wider apart. Giving him full access to you and your soaked self. “Someone is that desperate. You really are cute, bunny.” He groaned out as if he wasn’t getting turned on by every expression you made and the noises that escaped past those pretty lips of yours.
He wanted nothing more right now than to taste you, and not stop tasting you until you’re begging for him to stop. He ran his fingers over your soaked panties making you moan in response, and it took every ounce of control to not just rip his pants down and fuck the life out of you right then and there. He needed to have patience and to make you so sensitive that you forget your own name. He went back to assaulting your right breast, as it was the one closest to him, while he started to draw achingly slow circles on your clit.
Moans and mewls left your mouth left and right as you became overwhelmed by the onslaught of attention to your body. Danny noticed how your hips were trying to grind harder onto his finger as if the friction was not enough for you to get off. You were trying to get off on his hand. The thought almost made him cum in his own pants but he kept himself composed enough to move your panties aside to put more pressure and a little bit faster movement on your clit.
This definitely elicited another gutteral moan from you that drove Danny wild. He felt your heart rate pick up and your breathing start to hitch. Were you going to cum already? “D-danny” You moaned out during one of your breaths. He hummed in response and released your nipple from his mouth with a satisfying pop. “I’m g-going to cum.” You said in your state of ecstasy, grinding your hips at the same pace to match the circles he was endlessly drawing into your clit. He moved himself to hover over your lips and looked you in the eyes. “Then be a good girl and cum.”
It was like those words themselves sent you over the edge and you felt your body thrash a bit violently. Jerking to the waves of pleasure that was flowing throughout your body. “That’s it, bunny.” He cooed as he lazily drew circles with his finger and then eventually plunged two of his digits into you. Another moan left your lips as you felt yourself adjust to his fingers inside you.
He thrust his fingers in and out of you for a few strokes before removing them and bringing them to his mouth. He wrapped his own lips around his fingers that had just been covered by your sex and your fluids. A deep blush spread across your cheeks and you closed your eyes to take a moment to catch your breath. He barely has done anything to you and he had you crumpling instantaneously.
Youve barely caught your breath before hes cupping your sensitive breasts and muddling your thoughts further. “As much as I want to keep teasing you until youre begging for me, I know we both want more.” He growled into your ear, making you nod desperately.
Danny had every intent of teasing you until you cried that pretty makeup you took so long to do off. However, with every moan and every motion your body emitted had made the bulge in his pants grow harder. He let go of your breasts and went to remove his dark jeans. Your eyes immediately darted to his hipline as you heard his tisking beside you. “My eyes are up here, sweetheart.” He cooed, having you huff in response as you averted your eyes.
He quickly grabbed your face and forcefully made you look him. “I didn’t say to look away.” Between his intense gaze into your eyes and the shortness in his tone sent chills down your spine. This should have been your red flag to run, everything in you screamed danger. Yet, for the first time in your life you wanted the danger. You wanted the excitement that came with the unknown.
You nodded slightly in his grip and he let go of your face and continued to undress himself. You watched with eager eyes for him to remove his jeans and see his length firmly outlined in his boxer briefs. He let you gawk at him for a moment more before slowly, as if teasing you with just the sight of him, removing his boxers. His cock sprang free from the fabric that was constricting it. Your mouth watered as all you wanted to do was wrap your lips around him.
It took Danny by surprise you when you adjusted yourself to the floor in front of your bed. You were on your knees patiently waiting for him. “What a good little pet.” He cooed, fisting himself while watching with you lust filled eyes. He nodded at you and you eagerly licked up and down his long shaft. A deep moan escaped his lips with the contact. When was the last time Danny had been treated to something like this? He couldn’t remember and certainly wouldn’t be able to recall as you wrapped your lips around him.
Another deep guttural moan escaped his throat as you took most of him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks to allow for a smoother glide. “Fuck.. You keep doing that, my dear girl, and I will surely-” He started to say, but was quickly interrupted by another moan escaping his throat. You had picked up your pace, swirling your tongue around as well. Danny couldnt help but buck his hips, thrusting himself into your mouth deeper until you had taken all of him.
He couldn’t help the growl he let out of his mouth as he felt himself getting closer to that ecstasy he hadn’t felt in so long. He had put both hands on each side of you head and started wildly thrusting. It wasn’t until he released in you mouth that he slowed down, panting as he realized he just fucked her mouth so ravenously. You swallowed every last drop of him until he had stopped twitching on your tongue. You drew back slowly and he moaned at the achingly slow feeling of your mouth on him.
Your sultry smile said everything he needed to know. You had enjoyed every moment of sucking him off, and even more so swallowing his seed with no problem. Danny’s eyes were dark with lust as he helped you to your feet before quickly turning you and pushing you onto the bed. The fast motion had made a gasp escape your lips as you made contact with the bed. Danny palmed himself a few times, stroking himself back to being hard at the sight of you bent over for him.
He aligned himself to your slick entrance, sighing in pleasure at the feeling of your slick pussy basically throbbing already for him. You were squirming in anticipation and let out the sexiest moan when he pushed himself into you he had ever heard. “Thats it, bunny. Nice and loud for me.” He purred and then slowly pulled himself out just to thrust quickly back into you.
You swore you saw stars with the girth of him alone. It felt like he was filling every inch of you. He barely gave you time to adjust as he withdrew again and thrust in deeper this time. Another loud moan erupted from your throat as he thrust one last time, sinking fully into you. He sat plunged deep into you for a moment, dragging his finger down you spine sending chills down it. Danny revealed in the sounds you made in response to him.
How perfect your body felt against his. He gave no warning before he started to thrust in and out of you at a dangerously fast pace. You were clearly not expecting it with a surprised yelp following with a string of moans and curses. Not a single thought could pass through your mind besides pure ecstasy. You didn’t care that you were probably going to get a noise complaint filed against you by your apartment building. You didn’t care that the windows curtains weren’t drawn so people could see you in your most vulnerable state.
You just wanted him to keep fucking you.
And Danny would do just that, with a pace that was both pleasurable and brutal. You don’t know how you had gone this long in your life without sex this good, but you just let him do what he wanted. He flipped you over and put your legs over his shoulders at one point, he had him ride you when he got too tired of thrusting nonstop. Wave after wave of orgasms flowed through your body and you had seen stars like you had never seen before.
You had collapsed on top of him after your last and final orgasm that shattered through your body. Your breathing was labored and you felt your head spinning. He ran his hands over your back gently as you tried to catch your breath. He had helped you up to go to the bathroom to clean yourself up. The two of you had made quiet a mess of one another.
His seed spilling out of you and trickling down your leg and your abundance of juices that gushed with every orgrasm that stormed through you. The room was drenched in the smell of sex and he felt like he was in a daze. You came stumbling out of the bathroom soon after, still completely naked and had crawled onto the bed next to him. You curled yourself into him and he rubbed soothing circles onto your back.
He’d wake you up in a few hours for another round or two. Planning to thoroughly fuck your brains out before leaving first thing in the morning. Making you want more and to seek him out for more. He’d make you his, slowly but surely.
because i thirst for ghostface, my favorite rat bastard, what are some cute things that get him embarrassed. though i feel as if that would be hard to do considering he is so composed ;-;
Danny Getting Embarrassed
You’re right, it’s hard to get him all embarrassed. You try flirting with him in public. In private. Anywhere. Flirting doesn’t work. He’s too... Raunchy.
You discover that he gets the most embarrassed when he makes a fool of himself. You’re in a trial. You see him crouched in the grass. You’re torn between saying hello to your boyfriend and running because, well you can never guarantee your safety with this man and he can’t always spare you. You opt to watch him. And thank god you did, because this man tripped over an empty can and went face first into the dirt. And then got up like lightning to see if anyone saw. To which he saw you. Smirking. And he refuses to talk about it or accept that he tripped. Denial. But he goes red if you bring up anytime he’s made a fool of himself.
“Remember that time you were chasing Nea and you ran straight into the wall?” “ARE YOU GOING TO BE QUIET OR DO I HAVE TO MAKE YOU BE QUIET”
But him being an absolute feral dumbass aside, he also gets flustered when you say anything discreetly sweet. Like if you just say you love him to his face then he’s like k babe lmao, so you have to be subtle about it. Make him think about it.
“I think you look more handsome in the other cloak,” you’ll casually say once. He’ll laugh, but then when he thinks about it, his mind starts racing. Wait. You think he’s handsome???? You don’t see it but he goes rushing to get that other cloak.
“Hey, there’s the cutie I fell in love with,” you smile at him as he approaches you. You start talking about something dumb as if you never said you loved him. Danny stands there. His face going red beneath his mask. Because you said you love him.
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For Danny Day:tm: can I get a fuckin uuuuhhhh unrequited love shit?? I'm a sucker for fanfictions where one character is pining over someone and the other is either very clueless or messes with them intentionally and I feel like Danster fits the latter option
parT OF ME REALLY WANTED TO DO READER WITH UNREQUITED LOVE BUT... IMAGINING DANNY WITH HIS HEART HURT IS MY JAM
DBD Shorts | The Ghostface -- Unrequited
You were doing it again.
Breathing.
He hated it.
Gloved fingers clenched around the splintering wood, knuckles turning white beneath the leather. Whispers of morbid commands sifted through his head, but he could not act upon them. Not now. Not yet. The Entity and their sacrifices could wait.
His chest rumbled with a hissing sigh as he dared lean further, hoping for a better view. You they were. The dying leaves of The Red Forest fluttered ever so carefully around you, collecting at your feet in worship. You were perfect. Perfect in that horribly infuriating way. He wanted to hurt you. He longed to see the tip of his knife ghosting across your skin; that gleam of silver against the flush of your body.
And yet, his fingers itched at the mere thought. Oh, how he loved to tease you. To run his fingers over your body while you cowered and pleaded. To think of that twisted grimace as he plays with the knife over your shaking form was exhilarating.
But then he thought of the screaming. Flashes of agony and sorrowful expressions that made his stomach churn. He wanted to hurt you. He wanted to hurt you so, so bad, but at the same time...
There was a smitten little smile beneath his mask as he gripped the wood, almost teetering out of his shroud and exposing himself as he stared. You were none the wiser. He watched your fingers; nimbly working at that rusted generator. You were so talented. Even when you stumbled and the machine blew in your face, he thought you were amazing. He could only wonder how you’d look with a knife in your hand.
You shifted. Sitting back on you knees to look up, and in a heart stopping moment, he thought you’d discovered him.
Another man was approaching you. Tall, broad-shouldered. Danny sank back, ensuring he was perfectly hidden. You might have been clueless to his presence, but that didn’t mean the newcomer was.
“Hey,” the man had smiled at you, and Danny grimaced. The need to pounce and grab that bastard was almost overwhelming. How dare he talk to you. How dare he intrude on the perfect little scene you were displaying for him.
You were beaming. A happy little expression it up your features as you smiled over the top of the generator. Danny felt his heart constrict. “Jeff! Hi, it’s so good to see you! I’ve been alone since the trial started...”
Jeff.
Danny didn’t like a lot of people, but that name had safely moved to a higher rank in his internal list. Jeff was big. Bigger than was fair for a survivor to be. More intimidating than a survivor had any right being. And god, he was so nice. Even when Danny was grinding a knife into him was this bastard of a man accepting. He had no business being that friendly.
Look at him. Being nice to you. Anger clawed at Danny’s chest, but there was more to it than that.
Insecurity.
Danny was neither tall nor strong, and when you looked up at Jeff and smiled that, he felt the anxiety gnaw at him. Take away the knife in his hand, and Danny was sure that he’d have his ass handed to him based on muscle alone. You’d want someone bigger, wouldn’t you? You’d want someone... Nice.
He hated the word. Nice. He could try it, sure, but it wasn’t something he could latch onto. Danny was bitter. Cruel. Sadistic. The opposite of nice. You wouldn’t want such a monster, and there wasn’t a chance he’d change himself for you.
No.
He’d make you change for him.
“Me too,” your companion answered, inspecting your half-finished generator. “I haven’t seen the killer either. Do you have any idea who it is?”
Foolish, Danny thought. You haven’t seen me, but I’ve seen you.
You shook your head apologetically, and a tiny little smile tugged at your lips. You had no right to look that innocent. Who had given you the permission to make his chest flutter with bugs? He wouldn’t allow this. “Sorry, no. I’m hoping we’re not being stalked by Michael or someone right now.”
Great. Another name of a bigger, stronger being on your lips. Or someone, you’d said. Was that all he was to you? He bit back a snarl of jealousy, fingers coiling around the handle of his blade.
Jeff nodded and began to clatter with the innards of the machine, but Danny could see his heart wasn’t in it. No. He was looking at you. A shy little look as he pretended to be focused on the generator. How dare he. The Ghostface watched, silently challenging the man.
And challenge he did.
It was a few moments later when he’d finally seemed to gather the courage. “Hey, I was... I was wondering if-”
He didn’t get the chance. Danny couldn’t let those words leave his lips. Fury spurred him on as he launched himself from his hide; moonlight dancing across the silver blade.
You screamed. That bastard of a man almost fell over himself in terror. Excitement bubbled through his blood as he made his target clear.
You’d be getting no confessions tonight, not if Danny could help it.
Danny, Ace, Dwight and/or anyone else of your choice with an SO who loves to do magic tricks?
Headcanons for a Magician S/O
Ace Visconti
Says you have magic fingers.
He actually knows a few card tricks himself, but it’s likely not as great as yours is.
He loves the showman aspect of it. If you make a great deal out of it, flourishing your items and talking up your performance, he’ll be absolutely enthralled.
“Can I be your assistant? Wear somethin’ pretty? I look good in silver, let me tell ya.”
Thinks you should charge the other survivors for the show. Says you could make a fortune. You say that you don’t understand what fortune could be made in the Entity’s Realm. He says, “items, baby. items.”
Dwight Fairfield
He gets absolutely mesmerised by any and all tricks you do.
He watches with baited breath and wide eyes, trying to figure out how you’re doing it. He absolutely knows that it’s not magic, but he just can’t figure out how you do it.
He’s too nervous to ask, but he’d love it if you taught him. He’d always wanted to be able to do something like that.
Absolutely gushes about you to anyone who will listen.
His favourite tricks are the ones that require contact with him. He loves when you gently reach behind his ear to reveal a coin and it always brings butterflies to his stomach.
Danny Johnson | The Ghostface
“Okay hotshot, how’d you do that?”
Demands you teach him how. There won’t be no “a magician never reveals their secrets” because he will hold you down and force you.
So you try to show him how to do it.
But he can’t.
Literally no matter how hard he tries, he cannot do it.
So he gets huffy whenever you do magic but by huffy I mean he just gets a bit pouty but he’ll still watch you because he does think it’s super cool. He’s just jealous that he can’t do it.
Adiris | The Plague
She is absolutely mesmerised by any tricks you can do.
You pretend to find a coin behind her ear and she goes wide eyed, blinking owlishly at you as she fumbles to check behind her ear again.
Again, she’ll say in her native tongue. You learn to understand what it means eventually.
She genuinely thinks you’re magical.
Which also means she low-key thinks you’re also a god/goddess? In some form? She is absolutely certain you’re not human. You are full of witchcraft, friend. She will praise the living daylights out of you. She will worship the ground you stand on.
