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adrenameg · 3 years

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Your writing is so *mwah* chefs kiss. Can I request something with Frank and a fem reader where the reader agrees to have sex with him to spare themselves in a trial, but he doesn't hold up his end of the deal like the stinky bastard he is.

Ooh this is so fun! I love Frank and he’s really such an asshole and he’s definitely a stinky bastard, so I can totally see him doing this.

Warnings on this one: Frank is an asshole, sexual content, dubious consent, oral, Frank uses the term “lesbo”, canon typical violence, not a warning but reader is implied to have a lil crushy crush on Kate, i got really really carried away and this ended up being just short of 4000 words.

Let’s Make a Deal

Frank Morrison x Female Reader

The trial felt endless, you’d been running and working on generators, patching your teammates up with singed fingertips and bloody palms. Frank seemed to be feeling especially relentless this time around, which made sense, he always seemed to have it out for you in particular, though you couldn’t understand why. Every time you’ve seen him so far in this trial you’ve done your best to outrun him, though you know you aren’t fast enough, or good enough at looping to lose him, you seem to be somehow outdoing the practiced killer. You’re impressing even yourself with the way things are going, but something tells you he’s letting you win, that Frank is playing the cat to your mouse and it’s all an elaborate game of playing with his food. The mental imagery of Frank biting into you makes you shake your head, and you sigh as you return your focus to Kate’s shoulder blade. It’s been ripped open, and you can see the muscle underneath moving as you start to wrap it up. It’s bad, if you had to guess, she won’t be able to actually get anyone off of a hook, or move that arm much at all without some excruciating pain. Kate’s a fighter, though, she always has been, and something tells you she’ll push through it and prove you wrong. She’s muffling whimpers of pain into her hand as you continue to wrap it, and you grimace as blood stains through the bandage.

“S’alright, girly, don’t worry about me. He’s toyin’ with you, you better be careful, alright?”

Kate’s southern drawl is a comfort, and you try not to get lost in your thoughts about that, considering you’re pretty sure she said she was from Pennsylvania and you don’t think they have southern accents there. You don’t manage to successfully ignore that thought process, and you snap back to reality as Kate starts off with her long legs and gazelle-like running. She always looks so graceful. You’re watching her as she runs, and it doesn’t come to mind that if she’s running you should be until it’s too late. A hand comes down on your shoulder and you startle like a deer in headlights.

“If you don’t run, it isn’t any fun. Fucking idiot.”

You whip around to face Frank, who tilts his head at you. Somehow it feels mocking and not confused. It’s probably supposed to feel that way.

“Are you stupid?”

You continue to gape, frozen in fear and shock at the situation.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes…Crazy bitch.”

Frank walks away, leaving you uninjured and confused more than anything. He’s strange, or maybe you are, for not running away. Your heart continues to hammer like he’s right there as you look around you to see if anyone else watched that absolutely abnormal interaction. You don’t see anyone else around you, and you sigh, leaning against one of the stone walls as you try to catch your breath and feel like a normal person again, instead of whatever that whole situation made you feel.

There’s a scream and you finally get your feet under you again. Felix always sounds like he’s in so much pain, and it makes you wince as you hear the sound of him being tossed up on a hook. There’s nothing you can do for him now. You’d already saved him twice, patched him up the best you could, and now he’s being pulled into the sky by those freaky ass limbs. Now that you think about it, you’re all on your last chance. Nancy is here, and you need to find her, you only have two generators left and you’re sure Kate can give Frank a run for his money and take his ego down a few pegs while you two get on the mechanical side of things.

Nancy finds you first, and she takes your shoulders in her hands and looks over you for a few seconds. You think she must have siblings, or at least had spent time around children. She doesn’t talk about the world outside of this one, much, but her maternal instincts are strong. Almost always when you run into each other in trials, she takes time to make sure you’re not injured before she starts talking to you or lets you start working. You’re pretty sure you’re older than she is, by at least a few years, but you let her do it anyway. Part of you thinks if you comment on it, she’ll get embarrassed and try not to do it anymore. If it brings her a sense of comfort, you don’t want to take that away. Comfort is hard to come by in the fog.

You and Nancy are about halfway through repairs on a generator when you hear Kate and before you can think about it you’re up and running. It isn’t what Kate would want for you, you know she’d encourage you to finish the generators and try to get out rather than risk yourself for a save that you have such low chances of pulling off, but you can’t give up on her when she’s never given up on you. Somehow you get close enough to see Frank heading for a hook, and you run towards it. Carrying her, Frank can’t move any faster than you can, and you make it there first, Jake’s teachings in your head as you stretch up and break the bolts keeping the hook in place. It makes a clanging noise as it falls onto the ground and you hear the displeasure in Frank’s tone.

“Annoying bitch. It isn’t gonna-”

Frank makes a pained noise as Kate wriggles free from his grasp and slams her foot onto his, pulling you along after her as she runs away. Your entire body feels hot as she looks over her shoulder at you with a little smile.

“Thanks, sugar.”

You don’t find words and instead nod, she’s beautiful. Something in her expression changes, though, and you feel like you’re getting whiplash as she yanks you hard, and practically throws you forward. When you manage to get a hold on yourself again, you realize she’d moved you to take your place under Frank’s knife. The weapon is plunged into her shoulder, the same one from earlier, and you watch as he pulls her along, tossing her up to carry her like a sack. She’d sacrificed herself for you, because there’s no way you’re pulling that shit off again, and now you have to make sure you do something with it. The generator pops in sync with the sound of Kate’s scream and booming death. You only need one more.

Frank is hot on your heels as you weave through stone walls and other debris, trying your best to outrun him, and then suddenly, the sound of your heartbeat isn’t thundering anymore. He’s given up, at least he’s given up on you. What is he toying with you for? You don’t get it, it makes no sense, and as you’ve stopped to consider it you hear Nancy scream. It somehow sounds worse than usual, and you’re trying to find her, trying to follow the sound when you hear it again. No, no, no. She’s dead. You’re alone, and you failed them. All you can do now is try to find the hatch. That’s fine, you can do that, you’re crafty, it should be easy enough to avoid him.

The nerves you’re feeling already have your heart racing, so you hardly notice when Frank comes up on you again. You need to get better at paying attention, as he uses your distraction to toss you into one of the stone walls and pin you against it.

“You could at least make this fun, you pathetic bitch. Usually you’re such a fun one to have a chase with but today you’re being practically useless. What’s wrong with you, huh? What has you so fucked up that you can’t give me a good run?” Your pulse is pounding in your head and you can’t even think clearly enough to give him a good answer, and he sighs as you struggle for words.

“You know why I always chase you, don’t you? Come on, I know you survivors are stupid but you’re not this stupid, are you? I thought you at least had some smarts in that dumb fuckin head of yours.”

A quiet “No, I don’t know.” is all it takes for Frank to groan and lean back, running his hands over his face under the mask. You look at the space between the wall and him, but there’s no way you’d make it anywhere. He closes the open space and forces you back against the wall again.

“You’re hot, you fucking moron. I like watching your ass in those stupid jeans. When you got that skirt a while back, practically popped a hard on in my pants, you have to have noticed.” Somehow the urge to laugh mixes with your fear, and he must see it on your face, because before you get a chance, his knife is digging into the stone beside your head, and the urge is entirely gone almost immediately. He lifts his mask off of his face, and this is the first time you’ve ever seen what he looks like.

“Oh... “ It’s so quiet, you hardly even hear it yourself, but somehow Frank must’ve heard it, because a hand comes up to your throat and he holds you against the cold wall. You feel like you’re going to die just from the intensity of his glare.

“What.” Frank’s voice is hard and harsh, and you shake your head the best you can with his grip on your neck.

“I just, I wasn’t expecting you to be… pretty.” He’s definitely a bit of a pretty boy, other than the obvious signs of a broken nose that never healed quite right. His eyes are a honey brown and his hair is just slightly darker, and it looks so fluffy that despite your seemingly mutual dislike of each other you want to run your fingers through it. The scar on his lip and nose don’t do anything to take away from the fact that he looks like he could be a model. You feel entirely intimidated by how attractive he is, and that is immediately worsened by him growling and getting even more in your face. You aren’t sure if you’re flustered or afraid.

“What the fuck did you just call me?” Frank clearly isn’t happy with your choice in words, but you don’t take them back, instead quietly repeating that you’d called him pretty. He groans and you realize his “clearly not happy” response was entirely misunderstood. He’d wanted to hear you say it again. He’d liked it, and you can feel the evidence of that pressing against you.

“Let’s make a deal…” His voice is dark and somehow coy in the same breath as he leans in and whispers against your ear. The feeling of his breath sends a shiver through you. It’s cool against your burning skin. You don’t know what his deal is, but from the actions alone you find yourself nodding in agreement.

“You don’t even want to know what it is? That’s stupid. I’ll tell you anyway, maybe it’ll make you even more eager.” Sharp metal presses against the side of your face as he turns you so you’re looking at him, instead of trying to hide the flush on your cheeks by looking anywhere else. The coolness of the knife against your skin makes you sigh, you already feel like you’re burning up.

“You bend over for me and let me fuck that cunt of yours, and I’ll let you go. You can have the hatch, run on back to your little redhead that you like so much. Maybe you won’t want her anymore after this though, maybe you’ll only be thinking about me, and how well I can fuck you.” Kate… He can tell that you like Kate, who else can tell? Does everyone know? You start worrying about that and your clear distraction upsets Frank even more, and he turns you around himself, forcing your face into the stone. It’s cold, and it feels so good as it cools your skin, despite the bit of pain.

“Do you want to live or not?” The blade in Frank’s hand bites into your neck slightly, and you nod, living sounded much better than being sacrificed to the entity, and it wasn’t like Frank was ugly. You figure he’ll be quick enough with you, based on his whole obsession with speed, and so you add a verbal agreement onto your silent one. Frank doesn’t need anything more than this, and you feel his knife move. Before you can consider what that might mean, you feel and hear fabric ripping, or rather, being cut open.

The crotch of your jeans has been sliced, and Frank puts a hand on your face, forcing it to stay against the stone as he pulls your hips back. You hear the sounds of him shifting around, your inability to see him making you a bit nervous, and your body jumping when you feel his first touch. It isn’t his fingers, it isn’t even his dick, the first touch Frank offers between your legs is the slow drag of his tongue against you. You whimper as you try to move away and get more at the same time. Your jeans are ruining it, keeping him from being able to reach all of you with his mouth, and you shake your head, not that he notices with what he’s doing having all of his attention.

“Off… Please take them off.” Your voice doesn’t even sound like one you recognize, it sounds needy and desperate, and you feel a huff of laughter cool your heated core as Frank registers what you’ve said. He runs his hands up your thighs to the waist of your jeans, and he reaches around you, unbuttoning and zipping them, working them down your legs until they’re pooled at your ankles. In order to get back between your legs he has to take them entirely off, meaning he forces you to take off your shoes, and as you do you realize you’ll be standing there in your socks. You think about the real world and quietly exhale a bit of a laugh. At least it won’t be gay. Thankfully, Frank doesn’t catch the bit of self amusement and instead his mouth is on you again quickly. You moan as he slips his tongue into your slick hole, the sound startling some of the crows nearby. Frank’s laughter sends a vibration through you that makes you whine.

It doesn’t take long for you to be standing on shaking legs, pathetic whines and moans escaping you like a desperate porn star as Frank’s mouth lavishes your clit in attention and two of his fingers curl up against that absolutely breathtaking bundle inside of you. You didn’t think this is what he’d had in mind but you aren’t complaining in the slightest as one of your hands comes down to find Frank’s head. Your fingers push through his hair as you shakingly hold him in place, the noises you’re making reaching a higher pitch as you feel yourself getting close to your end. You warn him, chopped up, gasped, moaned, and pleasured words trying to tell him to slow down or stop or else you’ll cum on his tongue, but he ignores you. The grip you have on his hair tightens as your body reaches its peak and the feeling of the soft strands between your fingers as you cum probably the hardest you ever have isn’t one you’ll forget soon.

After you’ve started to come down from your high, Frank moves away from your dripping wet cunt and you look over your shoulder at him. The bandages down his right arm are soaked, and not with blood, and his face gleams. Embarrassment colors your cheeks as you take in his appearance. You made a mess out of him. There’s a proud, egotistical smirk on his face as he looks back at you, and you shiver under his gaze.

“S-so can I go now?” Your orgasm makes your words shaky and you look around to see if you can spot the hatch. Frank scoffs at you, though, and you realize he isn’t done with you. Maybe you should’ve seen that coming. His hands suddenly have a bruising grip on your waist as he pulls you closer to him, and your hands are the only thing keeping your face from getting torn up on the stone wall. His fingers tease you again, and you breathe out a sigh. Your body is still sensitive, and you hope he’s at least going to give you another few seconds to recover, but he doesn’t. Almost immediately after you finish that thought, like he’s trying to prove you wrong, Frank rams home inside your cunt, sending you into the wall harshly as he laughs and you gasp in shock. You don’t remember seeing him take his pants off.

“So fucking wet. Thought maybe it was just my own drool but no, your pretty little cunt is desperate for me, you’re goddamn soaked. Thought you were a lesbo, but I guess not, you can’t be, not when your pussy is squeezing me like this, not when you want it this bad.” Frank’s dirty talk is lacking, but you can’t bring yourself to care when he’s using you like this, when his hips slam into yours and make you gasp and moan. The sound of your skin hitting each other’s is echoing in the trial’s space and you feel like you should be more worried about consequences or someone somehow seeing you two, but you aren’t. All you can think about is how fucking good it feels. It isn’t like Frank is particularly big, but he’s thick and it feels like he’s stretching you out with every thrust. Your head is in the fucking clouds.

“Tell me how much you love it, wanna hear your whore mouth admit it. Wanna hear you say you love being fucked like this, by me, wanna hear you say you fucking love being on a killer’s cock.” You might take back what you said about his dirty talk, considering this next bit makes you clench around him and moan like a bitch in heat. You wish you could say you hesitated before you gave in, but you didn’t.

“I love it, oh my god, Frank, fuck, it feels so fucking good, I love it. Fuck, fuck, I can’t, fucking, you’re fucking me so good, I need it, please, fuck, love being fucked by you, by your cock.” Saying you love being fucked by him, by his dick, that’s all well and good, but the “killer cock” part, you aren’t sure about, and somehow you still have the mind not to say it. Maybe it’s because of the overstimulation that’s edged into pain. You’re close to a second orgasm because it's just too much for you to handle, you haven’t had sex since long before you made it to the fog, and now, your first time in a while is just feeling really, really good. It isn’t your fault.

“Fffuck, you’re lucky you sound so good, else I’d punish you for not saying all of it. Fuck, ‘m getting close, gonna fill you up, gonna fill up your slutty pussy, use you as a cumdump.” His dirty talk is back to being awful, but you’re too far gone to really care anymore, because somehow the admission makes you clench down around him again, and your body shakes. Your legs are going to give out soon, and luckily right as you think they’re about to go, Frank’s thrusts get messier. The tiniest falter pushes you into your second orgasm, and you’ve never been a screamer, but apparently now you’re going to start. The noise you make is almost inhuman.

“Good fucking girl, god you’re such a good whore, taking my cock so well, fuck, who could’ve known you’d be such a good fucking slut, huh? Me, I knew, saw you ‘n’ I knew. Knew you’d be a good whore. Mine, you’re fucking mine.” As he’s talking Frank’s rhythm falters further and by the time he’s biting down into your neck, drawing blood, claiming you as his, he’s filling you with his cum.

Both of you end up panting, leaning on each other and the wall for support while regaining your ability to breath and stand. Frank actually looks tired for once as he wipes sweat off of his forehead, and he looks over at you, where your own slick and his cum are creating webbing between your thighs. He doesn’t stop staring at it until you smack his shoulder and he glares at you. It quickly reminds you of your situation, and you pause.

“I’m sorry.” Your apology only gets an eye roll and a scoff in response, and Frank looks away from you before pushing himself off the wall and redressing. You take the hint and start reaching for your clothes.

“Nah. I want you to go through without ‘em. I’m keeping these.” Now that he’s redressed, Frank scoops your clothes into his arms and gestures for you to go. You don’t want to argue with him, and risk him changing your mind, and you always end up back at the campfire with repaired clothes anyway, so you’ll probably have anything you’re missing back. You walk in front of him as you’re looking for hatch, and right as you’ve found it and are about to say goodbye, you feel pain blossom and rip through your entire back. The fucking asshole had lied to you.

“You piece of shit.” Your voice is rough as you cough up blood, and you keep crawling forward until he steps in front of you and closes the metal and concrete door. Frank crouches down, waving your own panties in front of your face.

“We never shook on it.” All he does is shrug as he stands back up to his full height. You hear the sound of his footsteps fading as your blood pools around you. That bastard. At least the sex was good.

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adrenameg · 3 years

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I have another story to ask you. I'd like you to compose a 18+ frank & danny x reader. Thank you very much.

two faves,,, you’re more than welcome

enjoy ❤️

sorry this took so long to write and that it’s not great! i hope it satisfies you anyhow😊

WARNING: NSFW BELOW

Friends with Benefits: Frank Morrison x GN Reader x Danny Johnson

You had been friends with Frank and Danny for a long time in this realm. They were the first two killers you encountered in your first trials here, and they seemed to both take an interest in you after that. It was only on a friendship basis, if that even existed in this realm. Frank claimed he knew you were his type of person the minute you cursed at him, and that you’d get along well. Danny on the other hand, just purely enjoyed that fact you didn’t exactly hate getting killed by him, given away by you actually smiling in the picture he took right before you died.

You were on your way right now to meet the two killers, after a long day of trials. The Entity was nice enough to grant everyone here a small break in what was deemed as the evenings, and you usually spent most of that time with your two favourite people.

You reached the small clearing that you always met up in, and sat down against a tree, waiting for the others to arrive. It was a while before they came, you didn’t ask why, as it was a rule of yours not to speak about the Entity and this realm when you were together. The breaks were supposed to be a way to get away for a bit and relax if even possible, and you wanted to keep it that way.

When they arrived they sat either side of you, and you could already sense that something weird was going on between them. The vibes and energy that they were giving off were different to normal, but, you were putting this down to perhaps something happening in a trial. Therefore, you didn’t bother to question them on it.

“How are you?” Danny pushed his mask on top of his head and you gawped at his handsome face, as you did everytime you saw it.

“I’m okay” You responded, looking over at Frank who was already maskless. You still found it hard to believe how the Entity had brought such normal humans to this realm, but as killers. It ran the risk of them empathising with survivors, which is exactly what Frank and Danny had fallen into with you. Before you even had a chance to return the question, Frank started talking. You didn’t particularly want to speak about feelings as it went against your rules, but sometimes it was a decent, human thing to do.

“I’ve been a bit.. lonely recently” Frank shuffled closer and trailed his hand down one of your arms, you shivering at the contact. Neither of them really touched you outside of trials, so it was an odd sensation to feel. His fingers were rough and slightly calloused, but it only helped in aiding the goosebumps to rise on your skin.

“But you have the Legion?” Confusion was evident in your voice. You knew how dear his friends were to him, and just how close they were to each other, so why had he been feeling lonely? Had they argued?

“Oh, darling, I think he means lonely in a different way” Danny whispered in your ear. You hadn’t realised his close proximity to you, as you had been more focused on Frank.

“Huh?” That was the only word that could leave your mouth right now. Your thoughts were muddled and your brain scrambled. What were they trying to imply?

“We have needs” Danny started to unzip your jacket, his gloved hand then trailing down towards the waistband of your joggers.

“And we can’t release them through killers” The words from Frank left a feeling bubbling in your stomach that you were unsure of. They were inappropriate at times but you never thought they saw you in this way or would even want to do those kind of things with you. Were they playing a trick on you?

As you looked between the both of them, it was clear that they were telling the truth, and so you found yourself giving in to their advances, slowly laying down on the floor and allowing Danny’s hand to progress further. He rubbed you over your underwear and you realised how desperately you needed this too. The two became very eager and excited as you silently gave them permission to do whatever they liked with you.

Danny removed his hand and flipped you onto your front, then cutting your bottoms and underwear off of you. Arousal hit Danny like a truck, him not even preparing you for his cock and pushing his way into you as quick as he possibly could.

“Get on all fours” Frank demanded and you did your best to lift your body with Danny already trying to thrust into you from behind. As you wasn’t ready for him, he was finding it hard to push past your tight walls. You whimpered in pain as Danny finally bottomed out inside of you. He stayed still for a few seconds, you assumed it was so that you could accommodate his size but in all honesty, you didn’t think that would happen.

Frank grabbed your hair and lifted your head high enough to where you could see his awaiting cock in front of you. He pressed it against your lips and you gladly parted them for him, taking him fully into your mouth. As Frank grabbed the back of your head to force his cock further down your throat, it pushed you back onto Danny’s cock, sending him deeper than ever into you. You whined around Frank’s cock as Danny hit your sweet spot constantly, sending vibrations through Frank’s body.

“Shit” Frank cursed as you looked up to meet his gaze.

“I won’t last much longer” Danny breathed out from behind you.

Frank made a noise of agreement before he fully sheathed himself inside your mouth, holding your face to his pubic bone where your nose was nestled in his pubes. They didn’t have a particularly nice scent, amplifying the fact that you could barely breathe. You didn’t have much time to think about that however, as Danny was pounding into you and gripping your waist so hard that you swore your bones were going to shatter. Hot seed unexpectedly filled your mouth and shot down your throat, the taste rather unpleasant and making you gag involuntarily. As you choked around Frank’s cock and also on his cum, you felt Danny filling you up with his own release, subsequently triggering your own orgasm to wash over you.

After what felt like hours of the killers keeping themselves sheathed inside of you, they both started to back up and slowly slide out of you. It took you a while to catch your breath and finally open your eyes, seeing a blur of the ghost mask mixed with a smiley face. You blinked a few times, your vision eventually becoming clearer. Sadness filled your senses at first, purely at the fact the encounter was over. But, you realised you enjoyed it more than you expected and it had dawned on you that you had needed this for a long time to help release the stress and tension from trials.

“…Is there a next time?” You asked quietly, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Oh, definitely” The two men said at the same time, before walking away, leaving you covered in and leaking their cum.

#dead by daylight #dbd x reader #dbd the ghostface #the ghostface #ghostface x reader #frank morrison x reader #dbd frank morrison #dbd the legion #nsfw #adrenameg

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adrenameg · 3 years

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hey everyone!

i tested positive for covid on thursday, i’m doing okay, thankfully my symptoms are mild but i am slightly struggling

the advantage is i might finally get your requests answered

(famous last words)

#adrenameg

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adrenameg · 3 years

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i saw this on twitter last night and thought i’d share it with you all

p.s don’t look down if you don’t like big cheeks

#dead by daylight #demogorgon #nsfw

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adrenameg · 3 years

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it’s sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out!

i feel bad not sending them back to you and not replying to them before i have only just seen them😭😭😭

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adrenameg · 3 years

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💛🌼🌼💛 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💖✨💖✨

oh another one !!!!!!

back at YA

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adrenameg · 3 years

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🌺send this to ten bloggers you think are wonderful. keep the game going🌺

one of the first people I've followed since joining tumblr and I've been hooked on your writing since! hope you're having a lovely day (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

ok i just went back through my inbox for the first time in forever and saw this lovely message

tysm 💖💖💖

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adrenameg · 3 years

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me: i love slow burn ships

me:

me: why can’t these two be together already

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adrenameg · 3 years

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Thank you. Can I request Danny and frank pinning for the new survivor ? Like someone really cute and their type joined and they have a crush.

Separately if possible

God, I love the DBDverse so much. Wanna write some stuff for DBD!Billy and DBD!Stu one day. But for now, have our boys Danny and Frank <3

TW: NSFW. Power Dynamics. Abusive Relationships. Toxic Relationships. Some Angst.

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Danny Johnson:

RIP you. No seriously. If you catch Danny's eye and he's attracted to you? Your life in pseudo-purgatoryhell is going to get even worse.

He thinks you're gorgeous. And he needs to know more about you. He'll stalk you just outside the campsite, listening in on your conversations with the other survivors and taking notes of your likes, dislikes, hobbies, old dreams for the future, etc.

He starts convincing himself that you're perfect for him. That you guys are like two sides of the same coin (you're not), that you could like the same things (you dont) and that you could be each other's everything in this eternal hellscape (a nightmare)

The idea of making you his eternal partner, someone he can kill and torture and fuck over and over again but will love him unconditionally and can't escape? His dream.

You'll always be his obsession. Every trial is a cat and mouse game. Or rather, hawk and mouse. Because half the time he'll just be watching you. Taking pictures, making notes.

He masturbates to all the pictures he has of you. Gruesome and non-gruesome. When he does, he cums hard.

He'll be much rougher with you than other survivors. When he puts you on his shoulder, he makes sure to bump up into you roughly. When he hooks you, he pulls down to hear a louder scream. If he brings an offering, he'll Mori you.

His hands absolutely wander when he carries you on his shoulder or Mori's you. You don't like it? Tough.

Once Danny's affection for you goes from obsession territory to possession territory is when it gets really bad.

He'll make unwanted advances, start talking to you more, make you try and like him whilst still being cruel.

His first step is isolating you from your fellow survivors. He'll start letting you go more often, chasing other survivors instead of you even when you're right in front of him, and even let you pallet stun him when he could've easily avoided it.

The goal is to turn the other survivors against you. And it works like a dream. the others begin to think you're in league with the killer. They get bitter, talking to you less at camp, or even ignoring you when you're on hook in other trials.

It's incredibly petty, but when you're stuck for eternity with a group of people, the need to find a scapegoat to let out your frustrations on runs high.

The icing on the cake is when Danny decides to kiss you in front of two downed survivors. Naturally, they tell everyone. And suddenly, no one is speaking to you at all. Perfect.

Danny then changes his strategy. Becomes sweet. Meets you in the woods outside trials. The sex is gentle, and he praises you during. He'll ask the entity for gifts of your favorite snack, or book, or anything else he thinks you might want.

And you know what game he's playing at. You're not stupid. But it feels so good. He's the only one who's kind to you anymore. And you fall for it hook, line, and sinker. You do pretty much anything he wants.

And he knows you know that this is all fucked. That's it's all a game. And he loves how you still play along. Loves when you lash out so that he can make you feel bad and come crawling back to him.

Because after all, he's all you have left anymore.

Frank Morrison:

So Frank isn't as absolutely fucked up as Danny. He's got anger problems, sure, but he isn't straight up evil.

When you catch his eye, he's conflicted. He's still with Julie. But there's something about you that drives him wild. And that makes him angry.

Like who the fuck are you? Coming in here, looking like that? Smiling like that with your dumb survivor friends? Making him question his own relationship like that? Making his heart beat and cock swell like that? Fuck you.

At first, Frank will be rougher with you. He'll be savage. Chasing you down relentlessly and making sure you suffer as much as possible when you're hooked. He'll straight up camp you so that you die and leave the trial as fast as possible, so that his heart stops beating so fast when his eyes meet yours.

Back in Ormond, he'll be even more toxic to the Legion than usual. His anger bouts get worse, and he starts neglecting Julie's emotional needs.

If you're the type of survivor to take a small breather in the woods, and you happen to run into Frank? Well, he surely won't let an opportunity like that slip him by,

He can't hurt you outside of trials, but he can sure shit talk you outside of them. He'll be mean, taunting you, calling you names and even slurs, and making you miserable.

If you ask him why he does it? He'll freeze. He doesn't have an answer besides "You're a fucking survivor that's why."

And God is he annoying too. He claims to hate you, but every time you try and get alone time in the woods he finds you, following you like a lost puppy and trying to get you riled up.

When you decide to ignore him is when he'll get really angry. He'll shout and ask why the fuck you're ignoring him. And when you snap back "Because you're always a dick to me instead of trying to be my friend." is a turning point.

He'll act like he doesn't want to be your friend, but he does mellow out a bit after that. He's a little nicer. A little more bearable. Slowly you'll find things out about each other and make some sort of connection and find some common grounds.

If you're from a different time period than the 90's he'll be incredibly intrigued and think you're cool shit (though he'll never admit it lol). If you somehow get your smartphone as a reward from the entity and show him? Holy shit he's floored.

It's nice. You're both stuck in this shit world, and though Frank enjoys the hunt and killing, it's not like it's his passion or anything like it is for Danny. He kinda just does it now because he has too. It's boring as fuck otherwise in the Entity's realms.

But you make it less boring. More bearable. You guys talk for hours. He brings you back to Ormond sometimes, introduces you to the gang, and trials with them become a bit more easier (except with Julie, who slowly becomes more and more suspicious). You smoke weed and drink beers together. He slowly falls more and more for you.

One day he and Julie break up in a drunken fight and he storms off to the woods and finds you. Rants for hours about it all. And then makes the mistake of kissing you. Fucking you right then and there in the middle of the woods.

And he shuts down emotionally after that. Makes a 180 in his attitude towards you. Acts like it never happens. You're hurt as fuck. But what can you do?

Eventually, Frank can't take it anymore and corners you during a trial. Yelling at you about how you got him so fucked up, how he can't stop thinking about you, how boring it is without you. He can't help himself and, with dubious consent on your part, he fucks you right in the middle of a trial.

And that is what your relationship consists of. Frank being either super close or super distant from you. Make-ups, break-ups. Fights and laughter. It's eternal and frustrating, but it's the best the realm is ever gonna give you. So you deal.

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This is stupid idea came in after getting my ass tunneled by a legion, but what if frank’s ex or first love someone that “got away” became a survivor ?

I love that idea! Thank you for the request! And AAAA Okay I rlly loved the way I wrote this and omddgdggdhd I might actually make this a mini series and rewrite this but ashsgsgsg

The One That Got Away

Frank had heard the rumors about a new survivor, but he didn’t pay much attention to them. All survivors meant to him was more prey. More pests he had to chase after and exterminate.

Not that he really minded, of course. It was something he enjoyed. Something that got him high from all the power. An outlet for him to take out all of his pent up rage and anger. So, this new survivor shouldn’t be any different to him.

That is, until he sees who it is.

It was just another trial and things are going well. Frank has two survivors hooked, and is on his way chasing after the third. But then he completely stopped when he saw you, rescuing both survivors just before they could reach second hook.

It couldn’t be. You were too beautiful, too kind, too perfect to be in a place like this. He took a step closer, watching, getting a better look. It was you. You.

He felt his heart slam against his chest, his head throbbing from his disappearing adrenaline rush of the chase.

You, who he had known since he was ten years old. You, who hopped from foster home to foster home with him for years. You, who refused to leave his side, acting out when any parents wanted to adopt you. You, who could calm him down when he lashed out in anger. You, who would watch horror movies and killer documentaries with him, despite being terrified and hating them, ending up nuzzling your face into his shoulder. You, who was always wanted by other families and random boys that came up to you and asked you out. You, who chose him despite all the others, and fell in love with him. You, who eventually had to leave him when you were seventeen, and he had never gotten over it since. It was always you.

Frank thought he was numb to it by now. Thought he was over the pain of you abandoning him. Thought he had moved on and found someone so much better. Someone who was like him. Someone who he deserved.

But seeing you in front of him now, being so close yet so far, made all the emotions come fleeting back. Anger, betrayal, sadness, happiness, fondness, everything.

And the next thing he knew, his feet were moving for him, making him take off into a sprint. You and the others had already started running, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about this stupid trial anymore or the other survivors. When he saw you, everything changed, and his mind was solely set on you.

He wanted to catch you. He wanted to make you hurt, just like you hurt him when you left. He wanted to hold you. He was so conflicted, so confused, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Nothing you could do would keep him away. Drop a pallet? He’d just slide over it. Vault a window? He’d jump through after you. He was persistent and he didn’t stop until he caught you.

And he did, straddling you and pinning you to the ground underneath him. You’re squirming and trembling under him, trying to escape, but it’s no use. He’s too strong and you understand that.

Do you even recognize him? He’s gotten bigger, stronger, and colder. You’ve grown even more beautiful, and he doubted that could ever be possible. But here you were, and despite being banged up by this place, you looked as beautiful as ever. Hell, your skin looked like it was glowing, so soft and smooth, round doe (e/c) eyes staring up at him with such fear and terror.

You flinch when he cups your cheek, stroking it softly and you tried not to gag at the scent of blood that hovered from his hands.

Wait- Shit- what was he doing?

He pulls his hand away quickly, grabbing his hood and and shoving it over his face. “Fuck, stop that.”

He mutters to himself, stabbing the knife into the ground next to you. You jump, but look up at him in a much different way, curious, conflicted, and scared, but a different type of scared, recognizing the familiar habit he had of messing with his hood.

You shake your head, a small mumble that he heard as clear as day falling from your lips. “Frank?”

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im just going to leave this here.

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i Will never shut up about this BUT HI FAVORITE ANON HERE WHAT THE FUCK IS UP SHAWTY 💪💪💪💪💪💪💪 DO U WRITE ANGST????? NOW IF U DO,,

SMTH THAT'S LIKE UMMMM FUCK IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN,,,,,,,, "am i not important to you anymore?" ORRR UHM "didn't realize i was such an inconvenience" WITH FRANK????? like he's being a fucking dick to his s/o???????? and the s/o finally snaps and frank is like "noononoon shit shit Shit baby noOoOO you???? Not important to Me?? NEVER" or smth like that

yeah :)

// oh my I haven’t written angst in a while 💔 let’s hope it isn’t too bad

Frank always had made it clear that The Legion was all that he ever cared about, but that all changed when the entity decided to bless him with your very being. Everything you did, he was intrigued by and pulled him more and more over the edge with intrigue and desire. When the two of you finally started going out,, he didn’t exactly celebrate with his new (S/O), but The Legion.

You obviously didn’t think much of it, they were his friends after all and you weren’t going to be that person. So you let him, leaving you alone in the main lobby of the resort while they partied upstairs. It’s not that you weren’t invited up there,, actually it was. You didn’t want to invade on any bonding time with Frank and his friends, plus the two of you were going slow. Meeting The Legion was the equivalent of meeting his parents, so you wanted to start off on a good hand, not a drunk one.

You were excited when you heard Jake Park whisper to you about it being one of the members of The Legion. Although, he couldn’t clarify which member who it had been. You continued to work on the Gen, an excited smile was the only emotion you could have once you had finished the gen. You slowly walked away, crouching behind a snow covered rock when you heard heavy breathing run right past you.

You weren’t entirely familiar with each member, but you remembered Frank telling you about his ex Julie. You most definitely wanted to get along with her, secretly because you wanted to know why they had broken up and just random secrets about him. You got up from behind the rock, feeling all of the air in your body fly out in one breath when the collar of your shirt had been snatched up and tugged.

You gasped for air, trying to pull on the neck of the shirt for any little gasps of air. She sounded pissed, by the way her breath had been shaky. Almost as if she had been crying before the trial. She threw you onto the ground, throwing her mask to the side before leaning down towards your ear.

“You must think you’re fucking slick, you think you’re gonna rip apart our family by going for Frank. Fuck no if I’m gonna let that happen you little bitch. You don’t love him, as if you could ever dream of understanding him like I do. Learn your fucking place, rabbit.”

When your eyes finally opened, you were near the campfire, your neck stung like hell. You went to feel it when you felt Jake smack your hand away. “What happened? Did we escape?” He sighed, pulling away the ice cube for a moment before continuing to softly place it on another area of the would.

“Not all of us.” He sounded sad, which wasn’t very surprising considering the situation you both had been put in. You nodded, usually when you got mori’d by a killer, you wouldn’t remember most of what happened. But what Julie had said, that shit stuck with you. You needed to confront Frank about it, because you weren’t just going to allow this to happen for god knows how long.

You leaned up, this time smacking Jakes hand away as you got up from the ground. “Where are you going?” You shrugged.

“Somewhere.”

When you finally arrived at the resort, Frank had been sitting outside by himself, not exactly doing anything in particular. You angrily stomped your feet into the snow, it was obvious that Frank could hear your footsteps, but he knew better then to encourage your anger. “Uhh, what happened babe?” He looked you up and down, his eyes finally landing on the bruising of your neck.

“Holy fuck, who fucking did that to you? I swear to god if you don’t tell me (Y/N)-” You slapped his hand away, as you felt a tear roll down your face subconsciously. You quickly wiped it away with you hoodie sleeve.

“Julie, that’s fucking who. She even threatened me and I swear to god if you don’t tell that bitch to stop targeting me for ‘taking away her family’ I won’t give her my mercy next fucking round.” He scoffed, shoving his hands into his jacket.

“Julie would never do that, yeah she can be a bitch sometimes but she wouldn’t put her hands on someone I’m dating for no reason, clearly you had to have done something to her.” You shook your head, ignoring the tears that had been freely rolling down your face.

“What so I’m fucking lying? I’m doing all of this to hurt you or some shit?”

“I didn’t fucking say that, I was just saying you had to have done something to her to make her act out like that.”

“It’s more about WHO I’ve done, Frank. She’s obviously still in love with you, and I’m starting to think you are too.”

“What? What the actual fuck are you talking about. So I’m dating you for what if I’m still in love with her?”

“I don’t know Frank! What the fuck am I supposed to think. Your ex fucking manhandled me, so obviously she’s still got some kind of feelings for you.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “You know what (Y/N), I’m starting to see why she did it.”

You chuckled. “Well sorry I’m such an inconvenience to you Frank.” You flicked him off before walking away, like the absolute bad bitch you are.

He sighed, jogging after you. “Look (Y/N), I’m sorry you know I didn’t mean it.”

You shook your head walking out of the resort. “I really don’t believe that shit, so fuck you and fuck them. Oh wait,, you already did.”

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a m a z i n g

Slasher x Reader (Frank Morrison kills for you)

Warnings: Toxic friendships, abusive relationships, sexual themes, language, violence, death, cheating, gaslighting

Note: I didn’t want to strictly say what your assailant did to deserve what they got, that’s meant for you to come up with and your choice if you want to make it personal to any trauma that you have possibly endured as a reader. I find writing out scenarios like this to be therapeutic, so take that as you will. Just know, that despite Frank serving you justice, he is still a horrible person himself. Fyi, I don’t hate Julie. Sorry I had to do her dirty in this fic.

o Killing for you was easier than Frank would have thought. He was expecting to have some hesitation about the situation, or at least think of other solutions that wouldn’t end with him being thrown in jail for having someone’s blood on his hands. There had always been a part of him that knew if the situation called for it, he could undoubtedly kill.. but to think it would be an act of vengeance.

o Frank was expecting to have an “Oh, shit,” moment as soon as his knife dove into your assailant’s abdomen, but it never came. Not a single inch of Frank was flinching, because he knew the pain that you were caused. He couldn’t get the memory of you crying out his head, and hadn’t been able to since you told him. That’s why the choice was so clear to him.

o “They told me what you did,” Frank wasn’t at all bothered with how your assailant tried so desperately to push away from him. Frank held them firm, allowing his knife to make more jagged incisions as they struggled against him. “You really thought you were going to get away with it, huh?”

o Frank loved you, but the problem was that he wouldn’t admit it. And you were too afraid to tell him you had your own feelings, expecting that the confession would drive him away from you. You convinced yourself that what you had with Frank was enough, because you didn’t want to lose your best friend. If you could really call him that, as you two often shared moments of deep intimacy together.

o One of your favorite things to do together was to get high and listen to music together. You both had your own personal tastes, but it wasn’t uncommon to find a happy medium. Inebriated to the point that you two intensely felt the melody, lyrics, and a growing heat in your stomachs. Frank would be lying if he said he didn’t purposely play songs that spoke of intimacy. Something to fit the mood when you would finally decide to stop playing coy with him.

o It was odd, the way you two could go back to joking around as friends. And if anyone were to walk in on you after you two had already gotten redressed, they would never suspect a thing. Like your best buddy Frank hadn’t just made you cum with his mouth. From telling you how good you felt around his cock to playfully nagging you to go to a party with him for free booze.

o Sometimes you wanted to ask why he looked to you as a means of getting off, like he hadn’t already told you about the amount of college girls that try to hook up with them. Well, you could say they tried, but you knew there was a good portion that were successful with their advances towards Frank. He was only your best friend, so you figured you were wrong to be jealous of any of them.

o But despite not having anyone to ask, you knew it wasn’t normal to have rough sex with your best friend. Plus how he proceeds to act like nothing happened. Especially with some of the things he’s said to you in the moment. You recall how he’s mentioned the other girls he’s been with, while he’s in the middle of fucking you. He says it as a means of praise and flattery, by telling you that none of them compare to how you do it. And how he has to think of your “pretty face” in order to properly get off. It was foul, but that was just the person you had always known him to be. You weren’t going to change him.

o So when you had stupidly decided to mention the idea of a relationship to Frank, your deepest insecurities came true. “Why can’t we just stay friends,” Frank had asked. You had to fight the urge to laugh at him in spite. You figured he had it in his head that he wouldn’t have that much freedom if he made you his partner. You were positive he still wanted to see his admirers. You just had to assume he was lying when he said he liked you best, otherwise wouldn’t you have been all he needed? It was times like this, that he made it difficult not to resent him.

o You stopped letting him touch you after that, and perhaps you even got yourself into a relationship out of spite. Frank didn’t want to, but you made drifting apart easy. Refusing his invitations to spend time together to instead meet up with your new partner. And soon after Frank met Julie, and made her his girlfriend.

o Looking back, the both of you were ashamed. Especially because Frank got the reaction he wanted out of you when he first told you, at least what he thought he had wanted. There was some satisfaction of seeing you get angry and begin to cry, until you tried to leave. He wanted you to be upset, but he didn’t want you out of his sight. Frank didn’t need anyone to tell him that he was an awful person, aware he didn’t deserve you.

o “You wanna act like I’m the shitty person, but what about you,” Frank accused, “wouldn’t have made Julie my girlfriend, if you hadn’t made that crock of shit your partner. Just remember, I was happy with how things were.” He had made you feel like this was all your fault. So you figured you owed him, and made the decision to block him and any calls or texts he tried to send to you.

o And that’s how it was for two months, until Frank finally got a call from you at three in the morning. He was so relieved to hear from you, that he didn’t even register how late you were calling. So late that whatever you had to finally say to him couldn’t wait until morning. Being able to audibly hear how happy he was, was what sent you over the edge. He could barely understand what you were saying over the phone as you slurred your words with your tears and panic.

o Frank didn’t even bother giving Julie the time to explain the situation to her. All she knew was that you needed Frank, and that was enough to send him your way without a second glance towards her, his own girlfriend. Julie didn’t need to know you, having already given her enough reason to absolutely despise you.

o When Frank finally reached you, there wasn’t anything said to begin with. As much as he wanted to know what happened, all you seemed concerned with was burying yourself in Frank’s chest. Because you had missed him, as deeply flawed as he was. Ignoring that he could also hurt you in different ways and already has. But still, you held him as if he was your only source of comfort, as if there was nobody else you could reach out towards. Maybe it would have been better if you just had.

o So when you finally do speak and tell him what happened, it leads him to the predicament he’s currently in. Repaying evil with evil, and wanting your woes be avenged, thousandfold. “I’m not saying that you don’t already deserve to die,” Frank said, pushing his knife further into the person who had been your partner, “But you really fucked up here, didn’t you?”

o Through gritted teeth that were turning red with the blood that came up through their throat, they managed to tell Frank to get it over with. If he truly meant to kill them, to just follow through. He didn’t say anything at first, choosing instead to extend a smirk across his face. Frank retracted his knife in a quick, swift move. The act was as painful when Frank had first driven it into them, making them yell out before collapsing onto their knees.

o Frank already knew he was enjoying this far too much for it only to be a one time incident. Especially with how long he knew he wanted to drag out your assailant’s death for hurting you. He squatted down to be at eye level with them, bringing his knife right below their chin so they could look at him. “Listen,” he began, “just know that no matter how long this takes, I am going to kill you for what you did. But before that, I need you to be in the most pain you have ever been in. I think you at least owe them that, don’t you think?”

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