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Day 28: Period sex – Danny/Ghostface | Dead by Daylight
Warning: Danny is a freak and turned on by you bleeding, oral reader receiving, reader is on their period (duh), bunny as a nickname, english isn't my first language
A/n: I think this turned out pretty well, Danny just fits so well with this idea
You were curled on the lumpy mattress in one of the realm’s bedrooms, a thin blanket pulled up to your chin, when the door creaked open. You didn’t need to look. You knew there was only one person who had such unnaturally quiet footsteps.
“There’s my little bunny” Danny’s voice was a low purr. He shut the door, and the click of the lock echoed in the small space. “Hiding from me?”
“Not hiding” you mumbled, turning to face him. He’d already discarded his mask, his dark eyes scanning you with that intense look which was both thrilling and terrifying. “Just… cramping.”
A slow smile spread across his face. He approached the bed, and sat on the edge, the mattress dipping under his weight. His fingers, cool against your flushed skin, brushed a strand of hair from your forehead.
“Oh? Is it that time of the month, my love?” he crooned, his thumb stroking your temple. “Let me take care of you.”
“Danny, I’m not really in the mood” you started, but he just shushed you gently.
“Shhh, I know what you need. You need to relax. Let all that tension out.” His hand slid under the blanket, his palm flattening against your lower abdomen. He applied a firm, soothing pressure that made you groan, a mix of pain and relief. “See? I can make it better.”
His hand wandered lower, past the waistband of your pants, his fingers tracing the edge of your underwear. You tensed, your breath catching. “Danny, wait… I’m…”
“I know what you are” he whispered, his lips close to your ear. “I can smell it on you. That rich, metallic scent. Fuck, it drives me insane.” He inhaled deeply, a shudder running through him.
His words shouldn’t have sparked heat in your core, but they did. A filthy, dark heat that spread through your veins. He hooked his fingers into your underwear and began to pull them down.
“Let me see” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Let me see how beautiful you are.”
You lifted your hips, letting him slide the fabric down your legs and toss them aside. He pushed your knees apart, settling between them. His eyes darkened as he looked at you, at the evidence of your period smeared on your inner thighs.
“God, look at you” he breathed, his voice full of lust. “You’re a fucking masterpiece.” He didn’t hesitate. He leaned down and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, right next to the blood. His tongue darted out, a hot, wet stripe that lapped at the coppery taste.
A shocked moan escaped your lips. “Danny…”
“So fucking good” he groaned against your skin, his breath hot. “I’ve been thinking about this. Dreaming about it. Tasting you like this.” His tongue delved deeper, not seeking your clit yet, but just tasting, licking through the slick and blood with filthy sucking sounds.
It was nasty. It was wrong. And it was the single hottest thing you had ever experienced. Your hips gave an involuntary jerk.
“That’s it, bunny” he encouraged, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you open. “Don’t be shy. Give it all to me.” He finally focused his attention on your clit, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth. His tongue worked up with perfect pressure, circling and flicking, all while the distinct, metallic taste of your blood mixed with your arousal on his tongue.
You cried out, your hands fisting in the sheets. The cramping in your belly was completely forgotten, replaced by a deep, coiling tension. “Oh, fuck, Danny… right there… don’t stop.”
He growled, the vibration against your clit making you see stars. He slid two fingers inside you, curling them to find that spot that made your vision blur. He fucked you with his fingers, his pace steady while his mouth never left your clit.
“You taste like heaven” he moaned, pulling back for a second, his lips and chin glistening. “I’m gonna get fucking ruined by this taste. I’m gonna dream about this for weeks.”
“Please” you begged, mindless, your body rocking against his face. “Please, Danny, I’m so close.”
“Come for me” he ordered, his voice a guttural command. “Come all over my fucking face, bunny. Let me feel you lose it.”
The command, the filthy words, the feel of his tongue and fingers, it was all too much. Your orgasm crashed over you, a violent wave that made your back arch off the bed. You screamed his name, your cunt clenching rhythmically around his fingers.
He didn’t let up, drinking down every last shudder and pulse until you were squirming from overstimulation. Only then did he pull back, panting, his eyes black with want. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, staring at the smear of red there.
“Fuck” he breathed, looking utterly wrecked. He unbuckled his pants, freeing his cock. It was thick and hard, straining against in his underwear. “ I need to be inside you. Right now.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against your slick, sensitive folds. He pushed inside, a low, ragged groan tearing from his throat as your cunt stretched to accommodate him.
“Fuuuuck, bunny” he choked out, his hips meeting yours. “You’re so fucking warm… so so wet… so fucking messy.” He buried himself to the hilt, his body shuddering. “This is it. This is what I needed.”
He set a brutal pace from the start, each thrust claiming, possessive movement that shoved you up the mattress. The squelching sound of your joined bodies was loud in the room. You could feel the blood and your own arousal coating his cock, making each slide easier, hotter, wetter.
“Look at me” he demanded, gripping your chin. You forced your eyes open, meeting his wild, obsessed gaze. “Look at me while I fuck my blood-soaked cunt. You’re mine. Every part of you. Everything you are.”
“Yours!” you gasped, the words ripped from you. “All yours, Danny!”
He slammed into you, over and over, his rhythm starting to break. “Gonna fill you up” he grunted, his voice strained. “Gonna pump my fucking cum so deep inside you… mark you on the inside, too.”
The sheer vulgarity of his words, sent you spiraling toward another climax. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you felt your insides begin to tighten again.
“That’s it, come with me” he urged, his thrusts becoming erratic, powerful. “Come on my cock.”
You shattered, your mouth opening in a silent scream as your cunt milked him desperately. With a loud groan, Danny followed you over the edge, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside you in hot, pulsing spurts. He let his head rest against you, his breath hot against your neck.
After a moment, he lifted his head, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “See? I told you I’d make you feel better.” He shifted his hips slightly, making you both aware of the sticky, wet mess between your legs. “Now… you think you can handle another round? I’m not nearly done with this perfect cunt of yours.”
