Was Wondering Why No One Seems To Draw Leslie Without His Mask, Then Remembered He Has A Soul Patch

Was wondering why no one seems to draw Leslie without his mask, then remembered he has a soul patch

Bitchless boy likes pretending he gets bitches

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I wrote this like a year ago and I didn't like it back then...

M reader, y/n used, NSFW, 18+

Y/n ran through the darkness, cold grass nearly tripping him up as he tried to get to the hatch. It came into view, so close. Its welcoming maw was just meters away when the survivor felt an arm snake around his neck, pressing tightly around his throat. A knife cut into his cheek as the killer pressed his body against Y/n's, completely trapping him in his grasp.

"Flying off so quickly, birdie?" Ghostface rumbled from under his mask. "Stay a while sweetheart.” He spun Y/n around, still under his blade, and kicked the other man down to the ground. Chunks of rock and gravel bit into Y/n’s hand as he braced himself against the ground, scraping into his palms as he tried to drag himself backwards away from the advancing figure of Ghostface.

“Danny…” Y/n whimpered. The trial had gone by fairly quickly, and Y/n had managed to avoid the Ghostface so far, meaning he had no idea what the killer’s mindset was at this time. If the trial had gone well he could be so generous, caring even; but if the other survivors had given him a hard time…

“Oh sweet boy,” Danny’s voice went soft as he knelt over y/n, one knee right in front of his groin. He raised his knife again, trailing out down y/n’s cheek, the dull side of the metal gently caressing his skin. He flipped the blade around without warning and reached up with his other hand to grab ahold of y/n’s hair. The blade bit into y/n, cutting into his cheek just enough to cause a welling of warmth.

“Stay still puppy,” Ghostface ordered. “Relax.” He leaned in closer, knee pressing into y/n’s groin as he slowly released his hair. Y/n licked his lips, feeling his cock twitch under the other man’s touch. Danny reached up and pulled his mask away, revealing a thinly-stubbled, grinning face. Cold fire danced in his eyes as he leaned closer to y/n, hot breath brushing against his cheek as Danny licked a stripe up y/n’s cheek, mopping up the bit of spilled blood with slow intensity. The survivor let out a soft moan, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. He thrust his hips upwards, rutting against Danny's leg, gasping again as the much needed friction sent blood rushing to his length.

“Easy pretty bird,” Danny growled as he grabbed y/n’s hip. “Rutting without permission is very rude.” He placed his full weight on y/n, not heavy enough to pin the other man down, but between the position and the knife, it was enough to make it clear who was in charge.

Danny went back in to lick up the blood that had continued to well to the surface of y/n’s cheek, Danny's mouth continuing down his face with peppered kisses.

“You taste so good, sweetheart.” he whispered into y/n’s ear, sickly sweet words fading away as he continued working over the survivor’s skin and down his neck. Y/n squirmed under Danny’s touch, the tingling in his pants growing as his dick went fully erect.

Firm hands flew to y/n’s neck, choking the air out of y/n throat. Y/n gasped in a mix of fear and pleasure as he looked up into Danny’s cold eyes.

“I gave you a compliment puppy, what do you say?”

“Sorry sir…” Y/n choked out. “Thank you.”

"Good boy," the killer growled as he released his choke hold but kept a hand on Y/n's neck. He ran the other gloved hand down Y/n's chest, lifting his shirt and running a thumb over one of his nipples. Y/n whimpered, his cock beginning to feel uncomfortable as Danny continued to ignore Y/n's lower regions.

He ran his knife over Y/n's chest, the dull side of the tip grazing over his soft flesh. Y/n licked his lips in anticipation of the gentle sting as Danny turned his blade over, cutting a shallow stripe down Y/n’s stomach, just enough to draw blood.

“So pretty for me,” He breathed. Danny’s eyes glittered in the everlasting dusk, He ran the hand that had been holding Y/n’s neck down his body, his gloved fingers brushing into the blood that welled from Y/n’s newest cut. Danny met Y/n’s eyes as he licked the other man’s blood from his fingertips, his tongue and lips moving slow enough to make it painfully clear how much he was savoring this.

Y/n bit his bottom lip and swallowed hard. The pressure and heat in his lower belly was growing to be too much. He needed something to happen.

“Danny…” Y/n pleaded.

“Yes?” The killer purred, still caught up in playing with your leaking stomach wound, spreading the blood to make the cut look much worse than it was, licking Y/n’s blood up, tracing through it with such satisfaction in his eyes.

“Could you fuck me, please?” Danny looked up at Y/n again, the warmth melting from his eyes, replaced by something colder, more sadistic. Abandoning the cut on Y/n’s stomach, Danny raised his hands to Y/n’s chin, thumb brushing against the cut on his cheek with a controling firmness.

“Is that a request, or are you telling me?” Danny’s tone was joking, but there was something dangerous in his tone as a mean smile playing over his mouth. The hand that had been holding his knife came up to hold the other side of Y/n’s face as Danny moved up to straddle Y/n’s lower chest.

“I’m begging, Danny.” Y/n replied, his voice heavy as he felt his own cock twitch under the other man. “Please.” This seemed to satisfy the killer, who chuckled darkly and reached for his belt.

“Poor baby,” he crooned. “So needy for me you'd put up with anything I want to do to you, wouldn’t you?” He leaned down and breathed the last few words into Y/n’s ear, trailing hot breath and warm lips down his cheek bone.

“Yes, anything.” Y/n’s breath hitched at the admission.

“Good boy.” Danny moved closer to Y/n’s head, his cock finally free of his pants. “Since you’re such a little whore I know you’ll be all too grateful for this.”

Danny took hold of the back of Y/n’s hair, guiding him to stay close as Danny stood, placing Y/n into a kneeling position before him. Y/n took the killer into his mouth, sucking gently as the two of them settled into the position.

Y/n’s head was still held firmly in place as Danny began to move his hips to match the other’s motions. It slowly turned from Y/n sucking the other man off to Danny holding his head in place while he slammed his cock into Y/n’s mouth. Y/n felt himself sputter as Danny thrust himself down Y/n’s throat, barely acknowledging the person beneath him anymore. Y/n placed his hands on the other man’s thighs to brace himself against the forceful thrusts, feeling his gag reflex spasm every time the killer slid his cock down Y/n’s throat, deep enough to block airflow.

Y/n’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as Danny used his throat like a toy, moaning and choking around Danny, which only made the other man more enthusiastic and forceful in his movements.

Y/n felt the heat explode within him, the pleasure of being used by the other man pushing him over the edge of pleasure.

At last Danny stopped moving, letting his dick rest halfway into Y/n’s mouth, enough so that he could catch his breath. Y/n could feel the way Danny’s cock twitched and throbbed on his tongue, and looked up to meet the other man’s eyes.

“You look so good down there birdie,” the killer grinned. It was clear that he was trying to catch his own breath. Y/n felt warm droplets hit his welcoming tongue and begin to run slowly down Y/n’s throat as Danny removed himself from Y/n’s mouth. He stroked a gloved hand down Y/n’s face, running a thumb back over the cut that he had created. His glove came away with a pinprick of red, showing that the wound had almost healed.

“We can’t have that, now can we?” He sneered down at Y/n, his tone making it clear he wanted an answer.

“What is it sir?” Y/n asked, his eyes sliding past the man above him to the hatch. So close. Danny seemed to notice.

“You want to escape pretty bird?” He crooned gently, kneeling down in front of Y/n, holding his head so firmly it was almost painful. “You want to fly away in the middle of all the fun we’re having?”

Y/n swallowed hard, and nodded slightly. While Danny was wonderful to get fucked by in small doses, given time the murderer could get… quite creative. A scar on the survivor’s right shoulder was proof. The Ghostface didn’t seem put off by Y/n’s honesty however and instead gave a little chuckle.

“Alright sweetheart, how about this?” Danny held up his knife again, the steel tip glinting in the dim light. “I’ll give you five seconds to get there and through,” he nodded at the hatch. “If you don’t make it before I catch you, you’re going to sit still like a good boy while I make you all pretty, ok?” He stroked the knife across the other man’s cheek, opening the wound up again. Blood gushed in earnest now from Y/n’s cheek, drawing a whimper from his throat.

“That’s right, all that, just for me.” Danny said, his eyes lighting up with apparent joy at what he had just done. He stepped back without any warning, quick on his feet as always. “Quick now birdie! Five!”

Y/n scrambled to his feet, heart pounding, knees and hands damp from the grass. His heart was in his throat as he turned and bolted for the hatch as he heard the killer behind him, already giving chase even as it was only “Three”.

“Come on birdie, two! Faster! Faster! One!” Y/n felt hands graze him as he more fell than jumped into the hatch, embracing his escape. Danny voice faded away into the gloom as Y/n was returned to the campfire, but not before he heard the killer call out after him:

“Until next time, my pretty birdie. There will always be a next time.”

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Wooo, that was a big one

Thank you for reading all the way here, pretty lit of you

OOOooooo, I just finished reading your last post, 'Do you think murder is sexual for the Ghostfaces?' and I *loved* it!

HOWEVER...

You missed one.

The freakiest of the freaks. The most sadistic. The one in direct competition with Billy & Stu and Mickey for my love and, in my honest opinion, he's making a mess in his pants the instant he's penetrating a victim with it and, quite possibly, copping a feel while they're still warm...

Danny Johnson.

Thoughts?

GOOD LORD!

Danny Johnson is the freakiest freak who ever fucking freaked how could I forget to include him???

You’re so right, he’s THE Ghostface who has the direct correlation of sex and murder. Stemming from his kill style, him literally fucking stalking his victims and all the way to the fact that he actively takes pictures and does his news articles on himfuckingSELF. Sick, twisted and hot, I can’t lie.

Not only does he get off on the act of murder, he gets off on the fact no one knows who he is, that people actively fear him. Just like with Mickey, the act of penetration with his cock and with a knife are two in the same, murdering is just such a turn on for him, he most likely can only get off on violence. Having someone’s life in his hands and being the one to snatch it away??? He’s instantly hard and without a doubt creaming his pants whilst he’s straddling his victims and driving his slutty ass knife into them.

Fuck, he’s just the worst. I love him so much.

Okay but—

Vincent holding your hand just because he can. He just wants to touch your skin and love every inch of you, but he loves holding your hand. It makes him feel like he belongs somewhere.

You make him belong.