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sunflowerfromthefog · 5 years ago

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When Vaulting Goes Wrong(Frank Morrison x fem!reader)

It was like 10pm and I suddenly got hit with inspiration to write, so here I am at 1:20am posting this with minimal editing, and making new accounts to post my weird Dead by Daylight noncon stuff. Also, this is mostly inspired by me always getting stuck on the windows in DbD and getting caught by the killer.

Warnings: Noncon/Noncon elements, daddy kink, stuck in the wall kink, smut, dirty talk. Don’t read if you don’t like, k?

Once again you found yourself running through a thick fog beneath full moonlight. If it weren’t for the psychopath in a mask chasing you you might have been able to enjoy the ambiance of the creepy place, but...you glanced behind you, noticing that your attacker was catching up. The smile painted on his mask was a little too cliche 90’s killer for your taste, as was his often mocking statements. He kinda of made you miss The Shape’s silence.

“Where you going baby?” he called, knife in the air and ready to slice through your skin at the first chance it got. “I told you I--ah, ah!”

Finally, you thought. While Legion, or Frank as he called himself, was able to catch up in quick bursts it didn’t last forever. You dashed forward into a labyrinth of brick walls and narrow alleys, hoping you’d be able to lose sight of him long enough for him to get bored of you. You crouched down, desperate for a moment to catch your breath as you listened for Frank’s steps.

Your heart pumped furiously, desperate to push more adrenaline through your veins and get you out of this terrifying situation. Maybe it would be terrifying if you hadn’t been through it a few times already, and Frank had actually killed you before.

It was strange being in a trial with a killer that showed you mercy. You would say you weren’t sure why he did it, but the time he did manage to catch you coming out of a locker reminded you he had other things he wanted to do with you. You shivered at the memory, trying to force it away and focus on the now. But the feeling of him pressed against you in the locker, surrounded by darkness and the only sounds between you were heavy breaths was too invading. Thank God David had managed to find you and pull Frank off of you before things went too far...before you let them get too far. That was what had scared you more than anything--the idea that had David not shown up you would have been oddly willing to give into Frank’s unruly charm.

“Hey baby,” a voice said. You blinked, shook back to reality by the voice of the very man you were thinking about. His mask grinned at you as he crouched beside you, head tilted with his knife dangling between his fingertips. “Miss me?”

You swore loudly and leapt to your feet, half expecting the knife to plunge into your back as you turned. You made if the two feet to the window, ready to jump over it and give yourself a bit of space between you and Frank when something caught your middle. You were halfway through the window, your arms ready to toss you into a roll on the other side when thin spindly arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place. “What the fuck?”

You kicked at the air, pounding your hands against the black branches that kept you from your escape but it was to no avail. You clawed at the bricks, trying to push yourself forward or pull yourself back. It was nearly impossible as your toes just barely brushed against the grass below.

“That’s a new one,” Frank said behind you.

“Shit,” you muttered, trying to look at him over your shoulder. Sweat dripped into your eyes, making it difficult to make out exactly where he was looking. When he gave your ass a quick slap you figured it out. “Don’t touch me!”

“Why not?” he questioned. Frank began to palm your ass over your dress, fingers digging in hard and spreading your cheeks however he liked. Oh how you regretted being taken into the fog while wearing a dress. Why couldn’t it have been during a workout? A nice pair of sweats and a sweater would have been perfect for this hell, but no, you were stolen from a summer festival while wearing a sundress.

You kicked at him but he was stronger than he looked and easily forced himself between your knees. His gloved hands grabbed your ankles, forcing them still as he laughed. “Damn, I musta been a good boy in a previous life to get this.” His hands began to slide up your legs. The leather travelled over your calves, along your thighs, giving them a hard squeeze as well before flipping the skirt of your dress up to rest on your waist. Frank went on, “Do you think you were a good girl? Or were you a naughty girl?”

“Shut up!” you ordered. “Since when does the entity stop us from going through the windows? What the hell is going on?”

You’re met with silence from Frank, though his hands begin to feel along your behind once more. You hate to admit it but his ministrations are starting to have an effect on you. There’s a warmth in your core that you haven’t felt for some time, and your legs are beginning to tire from kicking so much. No matter how you try to move it doesn’t deter Frank from his actions.

His thumbs hook beneath the band of your panties, sliding them up and down along your skin. He began to get dangerously close to your entrance and you feared what might happen if he discovered you were starting to get a little wet.

“Stop!” you shouted.

“Nah,” he replied, “don’t think I will.” Frank’s hands finally came off of you, only for you to hear the rustling of fabric. “And to answer my question from earlier, I think you’ve been very naughty. Always running away from me, jumping over windows and pallets and giving me a glimpse of these cute little daisies.” He plucked at the band of your panties and pulled them high before letting go, allowing them to snap back against your skin. You let out a small gasp at the light sting, your internal muscles clenching.

With ungloved hands, Frank slid your underwear down your legs to your knees. He had to take a step back to get them off, and you took the opportunity to kick at him again. Your left foot connected with his shin, earning you a grunt. But his task was complete, and your panties now dangled from one ankle. Again, Frank grabbed hold of your legs and kept them apart, allowing himself back between them.

“Don’t you dare touch me you dirty freak,” you said, fists pounding against the bricks. While you knew there was nothing you could do, you weren’t about to give up.

Frank grumbled something under his breath then added, louder, “Very naughty indeed.”

There was a loud sound of something whipping through the air before it connected with your right cheek. You let out a scream at the sudden sting on your skin. Two more whacks and you realized what it was; he was hitting you with his gloves.

“You need to learn to respect how nice I’m being,” Frank told you, giving you another hit. His left hand gripped at your hip, keeping your wiggling ass as still as possible while giving you your punishment. “I always let you escape and not once have you thanked me. Now, I’m not one for manners but come on, babe, I think I deserve something in return, don’t you?”

“No!” Your hands were flat against the bricks, nails starting to dig in as each hit he gave you made your skin burn hotter and hotter. You wanted to close your legs, give yourself some relief to the pressure between them but all you did was squeeze your thighs around Frank’s.

He began to switch the cheeks he hit, going left and right in quick succession. It wasn’t long until tears fell down your cheeks, and Frank’s excitement became evident. You wailed, feeling his clothed erection rub against your lower lips. “Stop, please stop! Just kill me already! I’m sorry!”

Oddly enough, he listened to your pleas. You sniffled, breaths coming in quick gasps as you tried to make sense of your blurry surroundings. You heard Frank drop his gloves to the ground, giving you a moment of hope.

He asked, “You’re fucking sorry, babygirl? What for? I wanna know.” His right hand groped at your thigh, spreading your legs a little wider as he inched forward. Gripping your hips with both hands, now, he ground himself against your entrance. His jeans rubbed against your clit, giving just enough rough attention to send a jolt of electricity up your spine. You gasped, unable to answer. He repeated the movement, noticing your reaction. “I’m waiting…”

Frank’s thumbs began to knead your behind, rubbing the harsh sting into a dull ache. You covered your mouth with one hand, a moan nearly escaping at the sensation. Frank chuckled. “Are you sorry for always rejecting me?” he questioned. “Sorry for slamming a pallet on my head last time we met?” His grinding stopped, but he kept pressed against you. His hands shifted to move up your ass, your waist, until they were snug beneath your dress and cupping your breasts. “Or maybe you’re just real fucking sorry now that you know I’m gonna use your sweet little body any way I want and you got no way of escaping?”

Frank began to roll your nipples between his thumb and index fingers, forcing them to stand at attention. When you let out a half sob half whine, he bent far over you, pulling you flush against his chest. His mask was up, allowing his breath to slide across your earlobe as he whispered, “Maybe if you beg I’ll be nice. Just like you were saying,” his tone turned mocking, “‘please, stop, please’!” He bit at your neck, giving your nipples a pinch before releasing them and leaning back.

With one hand still covering your mouth you weren’t sure what to do. He had all the power, and as the last one in the trial there was nobody about to come to your rescue. Still, you knew this wasn’t going to end in your favour. “Fuck you!”

You thought that would earn you another slap, but instead Frank laughed. He patted your behind gently. “You know, this isn’t the first time I’ve been in this kinda situation. And of all the girls I’ve been with you know what they hate the most?”

“Your monologuing?”

He pinched your left cheek, making you squeak. “The pleasure. Not to brag, but I know my way around the playground that is your body. See, it’s fun hearing you scream and cry for me to stop, really gets me hard, but what’s even better is you screaming and crying for me to stop because you’re cumming so hard on my cock.”

The warmth of Frank’s thighs between your legs vanished, replaced with his hands pushing them open and tilting you forward. Apparently that small movement was allowed by the entity’s rules.

When Frank’s tongue gave a swip across your slit you had to cover your mouth with both hands. He gave two more long licks, testing out what part made you squirm in his grip before circling your clit slowly. You kicked at the air, but were too easily trapped.

“See?” Frank said. “All you girls say no, say you don’t want it but look how fucking wet you are! You just gotta be shown your place is all.”

“I don’t want this!” you cried. “Please, I don’t want this I don’t want--ah!”

Frank began to swirl his tongue around your clit, a hard pressure forming in your core. He would chuckle at times, sending vibrations through you that felt better than you would ever admit to him or to yourself. You wouldn’t admit that he was right, too. The pleasure you were feeling made this all the worse.

“Nng, stop…” Your breaths were coming in quick gasps as Frank slid his tongue inside you. It swiped around a moment before pulling out and sliding along your inner lips.

“Mmm,” Frank said, pulling his mouth off of you, “what a view. Maybe I should steal that other guys camera just to get a memento of this.”

Before you could spit venom at him one of his fingers prodded your entrance. It slid in easily, another finger rubbing along your sensitive nub. He moved his finger in and out of you, seemingly pleased with the gasps and squeaks he was drawing from you. He soon added a second finger and scissored them, making you moan. The tightness in your core that you kept trying to resist built higher now, and the more Frank rubbed inside of you the harder it was to hold back. You felt like it would snap at any moment, forcing you to beg, “Stop, please, don’t do this. I just...not like this, please!”

You weren’t sure what else you could do other than beg. But then Frank pulled his fingers out of you, and stood. You tried to even your breathing, turning around to get a look at the man that was dominating you. His mask was resting on top of his head and a little to the side, a wicked grin on his lips. Through the moonlight you could just make out the tattoo on his neck and chest, but his was the way his eyes were hooded that you knew your begging had only pleased him more. You looked forward, your neck hurt from straining. Your entire body began to hurt, from the sting of your asscheeks to the dull ache in your stomach from being held on the window ledge for so long.

“All right then,” Frank said. You heard him unzip his pants, a rustling, and then something hot prodding at your hole. “Daddy’s turn.”

You let out another sob, covering your face with both hands. Frank mocked, “Don’t worry baby, you’re gonna feel real good. And you’re gonna feel it all.”

Frank began to push into you, your body so worked up it gave him little resistance. You couldn’t stop your walls from clenching around him as he slowly moved his hips forward, every inch making you burn. When his hips were flush against yours you could feel the tip of his head kissing your cervix, making you groan. He didn’t give you much time to adjust as he pulled out and forced himself back in, hands on your hips with a bruising grip as if you could escape if you tried hard enough.

“Fuck,” he muttered, “even after working you up you’re still tight. God damn baby, am I the first guy you’ve been with since coming here? Or am I your first guy ever?” He chuckled. “Yeah, I bet I’m your first. Fuck, that’s hot. You like this? Daddy making you feel good for your first time?” He began to thrust harder, making your breasts bounce and skin scrape along the bricks with each push.

“No!” you shouted. You weren’t sure which question of his you were answering but it was the only word you could form. The only would you could think of. It ran through your mind, forcing it’s way past your lips over and over and over. No, no, no, no, no.

Frank’s pace began to pick up more, his movements getting sloppier. “Oh, I’m getting there, I’m...getting…there!”

Your eyelids began to flutter along with the heat in your core. The tickling pleasure the ran from your centre and across your body growing stronger with each of his thrusts. Soon the only sounds you could make were squeaks and groans, half-formed words that didn’t make sense as they made it past your lips.

Frank leaned forward again, sliding a hand beneath your dress and grabbing your left breast. He pinched at the nipple, forcing you to tighten around his cock. “Oh yeah, you’re close to, baby, I can tell. I can feel it. Come on, you wanna come together? You wanna come on my fat cock?” “Nn-nn-no,” you mumbled. But his other hand slid around your thigh until his fingers were on your sensitive button. He rubbed at it with three fingers, furiously going up and down, back and forth, all the while thrusting as deeply into you as he could. You weren’t sure how big he was, but the girth of him alone was making your body burn with a hated desire.

Frank began to suck at your neck, surely leaving large hickies in his wake. Finally, when he bit down hard on your shoulder you were overcome, your walls gripping at his dick in a disorganized rhythm as you screamed nonsensical sounds to the darkness around you. His hand over your breast held on tight, hurting you and adding to your cries.

“Haha,” Frank cried, “there it is! That’s what I fucking wanted. Now you can go back to all your friends, dripping with my cum, and tell them how good it was for you after I killed them. Tell them all about how good I fucked you, baby, while covered in their blood!”

While your body felt oversensitive, you were able to register his words. “No, wait, please...don’t....not inside, you can’t do it inside, just please, don’t--”

But your twitching walls and begging were plenty to push Frank over his own edge. His dick twitched as he gave one final push into you, his hot seed filling you as a scream died in your throat, your mouth open. Frank was still pressed against you, hips rolling against yours as he groaned against the back of your neck.

“I told you,” he whispered in your ear, “you’re gonna go back to your friends dripping with my cum.” He took a deep breath before standing with a satisfied sigh. He slipped out of you easily, and with it you felt his seed begin to drip down your thigh. There was no fight left in you to kick at him, and you let yourself dangle on the window, unsure of what would happen now. Would the entity release you? Would Frank put you on the nearest hook?

The sound of a zipper caught your attention, and once Frank had straightened his clothes and put his mask back on he lifted the skirt of your dress higher again. “Mmf, that is a damn good sight. Gonna keep it in mind for the spank bank; don’t know when we’ll be in a trial together again.” One finger caught the seed that had dripped down to nearly your knee, dragging it back up before pushing into you. He then grabbed the panties that still dangled from your one ankle and looped them around your other, gingerly pulling them back into place. “Don’t want that going anywhere, now do we?”

#dead by daylight #frank morrison x reader #frank Morrison imagine #legion imagine #legion x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight smut #frank Morrison smut #frank Morrison x reader smut #frank Morrison noncon #dead by daylight noncon #seriously don't read this if you don't want to read noncon

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ghostsbabey · 5 years ago

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DBD!Amanda Young x Reader Short Drabble; Warnings: Blood/Death

Cold metal dug into your skin as the helmet-like trap that once invoked fear in you was fitted to your head. The metal tucked between your teeth made your jaw sit uncomfortably as Amanda stalked around your seated form. Her hands tugged on the sides of the trap, making sure it fit as snug as possible. Her fingers plucked at wires, rearranging them until she was satisfied. Your head felt heavy as you obediently waited for her to finish nitpicking the design she created- the chances of her finishing so soon slim to none. With a disappointed hum, your head was shoved at a downward angle- the sound of her ruffling in her tool kit distracting you from the uncomfortable strain on your neck. With a quick motion, she was tightening the screws with a screwdriver before pulling your head back up.

With a huff, she crouched next to you with a smile plastered on her face. “I think the changes are going to be great, everything looks functional. Now all that’s left is the testing,” she droned on as she looked over the finished product- her gaze shifting over your features like you were invisible to her. Your hands shifted to pull at the helmet, worry etching into your features the more force you applied to your tugging. Her smile was unchanging as she watched you struggle to remove the deathtrap she had put on you, her pupils dilated and glimmering at your display. Your hands fell to your sides as you stared at her, your speech slurred slightly from the metal stuck into your mouth. “It’s stuck.”

Fear shot through you as she shook her head, the words falling from her lips yet you could barely hear them. “I know.” Her fingers brushed against your cheeks as she looked over your face. Your body trembled as you grabbed her hand tightly, your knuckles turning white as you looked for any sign of remorse in her eyes. “Are you ready?” She asked, her voice quivering with excitement- her eyes unblinking. You could barely manage to inhale, a few tears welling in your eyes before you nodded. Her grin had widened, her hand free hand shifting to grab at one of the wires, ready to pull it from its place. “You know I love you, you’re the only one I’d trust to do this,” she cooed, her fingers intertwining with yours before she continued, “now.. Let’s finish up with test four.” With a swift tug, the wire came loose- the sound of the helmet beeping dangerously quick filling the workroom. Your eyes never left her face as she watched, mesmerized by the flashing red light. You didn’t know if she was talking to you or to herself when she spoke, her voice strained as if she was keeping herself from yelling with giddiness. “The entity won’t let go of a survivor that easily.. You’ll come back, you always have. And I can continue my work- my game.”

With a sickening crack, the trap snapped open- blood spraying across her. She barely flinched, barely paying any mind to the way your hand slipped from hers as your body sat lifeless in the chair. “Success.. But how can I make it better?” The words echoed around the room as she eyed the blueprints on her workbench once more- her fingers twitching with anticipation.

#amanda young #dead by daylight #the pig #dbd #reader insert #blood warning #sorry reader #:^(

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edward-richtofen-queen · 6 years ago

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Lost Girl's Lullaby ★Chapter Two★

Masterlist

Chapter One | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Fandom: Dead by Daylight (Hallowed Blight Event)

Character(s): All Killers (Focused on Blight Cosmetics), All Survivors (Focused on Blight Cosmetics), Female!Reader, Vigo (Mentioned), Benedict Baker (Mentioned)

Relationship(s): All Killers/Reader (Friends), All Survivors/Reader (Acquaintances), Phillip Ojomo | The Wraith/Reader

Overview: It had been months since you'd arrived in the place you had inevitably been placed in—The Fog as it was named. You understood the basis of how to survive and escape, but you were drastically different than the others—you sympathized with the people and creatures that were hurting you and your so called friends; You remembered vividly your first day of being in the realm. What will you do when The Blight appears and takes over your little world? Which side will you end up on—Killers or Survivors?

Warning(s) for this Chapter: Sympathy for Killers

Chapter Song Inspiration: Phantom of the Opera—Prague Cello Quartet

Notes: Welcome back! This chapter was highly requested after the first one! It was extremely fun to write and took a long while to create. There will be some implied ships—mostly killers/killers and survivors/survivors (and maybe some killer/survivor)—so if you don't like them being together, please ignore them (It's not really important to the story, but I like the interactions they will make in the future). Also important—the killers and survivors won't be able to use each other's perks, they're stuck with their own and the "free" ones. Maybe in the future I'll let them use each other's? Anyway, thank you so much for the love and support and I hope you enjoy! Journal Entries from the DBD Wiki!

Dedications: @daylightbydead, @insearchofnewdreams, @irageneve and @ameliafireheart!

Taglist: N/A

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Killer Campfire—The Fog

"Well, it does seem we have another survivor on our hands, don't we?" The smooth and deep voice from the large man in front of you made you shiver—you were in some trouble, weren't you? Your mouth had sealed itself shut, not saying a word as you cowered under his unnerving gaze. The other killers, made up of creatures and humans alike, seemed just as silent as a thick blanket of tension was placed over the camp. Behind you, The Wraith placed his hands comfortingly on your shoulders, his mere familiar presence a warming comfort.

"Since no one seems to want to speak—or some of you who refuse or are unable to—I will introduce myself and yourselves. It seems you've already met Phillip, The Wraith," He gestures an open hand to the man behind you as he makes a soft purr noise from his throat. "I am Evan Macmillan, known as The Trapper in trials. The large woman at the start of the row is Anna—The Huntress." The woman known as Anna wears a beautifully crafted bunny mask aged and weathered, a large axe resting in her hands as hatchets dangled at her waist. She only nods her head, a tune vibrating inside her throat as she hummed.

Several minutes later, you had introduced to everyone as you stayed silent and acknowledged them as they did you. Only a couple seemed to really speak—like Herman Carter; The Doctor along with Freddy Krueger; The Nightmare. Oddly enough, for killers meeting you for the first time they didn't seem as unwelcoming as the survivors were. Everyone seemed to make conversation as normal as Phillip picked you up and sat down, having you extremely close to make sure no rouge killer would try to kill you. Sally, the woman dressed in all white from head to toe, floated over to the log you were seated on. "Phillip's taken quite the interest in you, hasn't he?" She speaks softly and sweetly to you as you feel Phillip stir behind you.

"He's very sweet," You finally speak, his lips pressed to your forehead again. "Well, I'm here to fill you in for what Evan missed out on," Sally speaks, fixing her gown as she sits properly on the log. "You will encounter us each at least once this week. Depending on who you go against, they'll try and go easy on you so you can learn what they do. Once you fully develop your potential and perks, we'll treat you like any other survivor in trials but treat you normally outside of them," Sally's sweet voice explains in an almost professional voice as you nod.

"The Entity has taken an interest in you as well, she's letting you see us out of trials—Anyway, she dropped off a gift for you," Sally hums, a frail journal in her hands as she hands it over. It looks extremely old, dust painting the top and the pages ripped and yellowed brown. Opening the journal, you skimmed through the pages to see beautifully written cursive aged into its pages. Some of the pages didn't have dates on them, but one section of the journal was stuffed to the brim with paper on top of its entry. "Do you happen to know what day it is, Miss Smithson?" You ask politely as she nods. "It's October 12th, I believe—may I ask why you ask?"

You nod as your fingers brush over the words October 19th on the top of the page. "Just seeing if these dates line up." She leans over to look at the page and is confused under her pillow case. The date she can read, but the actual entry itself was definitely not in any type of language she'd ever read but she internally shrugs. You yelp as Phillip picks you up suddenly, carrying you like a bride as Sally gave a soft giggle. "It seems like it's time for you to go back to your camp. Trials start up too soon it seems. Please come back to visit sometime, will you?"

Carrying you back into the woods, the welcoming chill of the thick fog made the atmosphere oddly comforting. The loud chatter of survivors in the distance made Phillip stop and set you down, his hands grazing your own as he leaves a goodbye kiss to your knuckles. You blush as you lean to kiss his cheek in the same manner with a large, goofy smile on your face. He turns and wails his bell as he disappears into the darkness, you finding Claudette among the crowd to sit next to.

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"I think Phillip's got himself a new obsession."

"It seems more like an infatuation than an obsession—he isn't a obsessive killer, you know."

"You know what I mean, Herman."

"Don't sass me, Evan."

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The cool wisps of fog slid from your form as you arrive in your second trial that day, this place flourishing in dead corn stalks and another large decrepit home. A shack sat eerily in the corner of the the realm as very large unmoving tractors sitting parallel across from each other. The sound of a whirring chainsaw made you click to the only two people who wielded them back at the campfire—The Hillbilly or The Cannibal. Moving amongst the thick stalks, the sound of a chainsaw made you jump to the side as The Hillbilly ran (more like flew) past you. He had no heartbeat for some reason as a generator finished in the direction he was running to. Maybe that was one of his perks Sally was speaking of?

You crept to an opening in the field to find Claudette working on a generator as you whispered to her to let your presence be known. Leaning to work on the generator with her, another male (Dwight as you remembered) came to work with you as well. He seemed nervous and paranoid twenty-four seven, but one of his perks seemed to help the generator proceed a little faster than before. He tries conversation, which you oblige to as you try to get to know him. The sound of a distant chainsaw made you shiver, a bad feeling boiling in your gut. "We've got to move—!" You yelp as you push Dwight from the Generator as The Hillbilly practically barrels to hit the large piece of machinery.

Scurrying away, your feet hit the ground hard as you ran. Turning around, the speeding figure hit your back as pain spread throughout your back while you let out a pain as you tumbled to the ground. The Hillbilly gave a pained whine as he lowered his chainsaw, patting your head in apology. Leaving you on the floor, he shook his head in apology once more as he revved his chainsaw and ran away from you. Claudette was by your side a minute later, a med kit snug in her grasp. Popping open the red container, she started by rubbing a disinfectant over your wounds. "I didn't know he'd come after you," She spoke softly, wrapping your wounds tightly as you hiss in pain.

"I have—Ow! To get used to this pain if I plan—Oww! On surviving," You speak through locked teeth. Claudette hums in response as your able to stand once again, your wounds had magically disappeared and you felt new again. "Trust me, the hooks are much worse," She warns as you follow behind her quickly. She then explains the do's and do not's of going against the killer. "You know a lot about him, Claudette—I don't know whenever to take that as a good thing or a bad thing," You coo teasingly as she blushes.

"He's just a kind person at heart, even if he looks drastically different from us—he's still a human being," Claudette speaks, her voice having an undertone of sorrow and pity. Your hand finds her shoulder as you give her a smile. "He deserves respect regardless of his appearance—very well said, Claudette," You praise, her face churning in happiness. The trial didn't last that much longer after that, Nea being Memento Mori'd because she lingered too long in the trial after the gates were open and everyone being hooked at least once.

Being enveloped in the darkness as you ran from the exit gates, you were dropped into the killer camp once again. There were less killers than before, most likely in trials as you has been moments ago. Herman Carter sat in a proper chair—which was odd considering the fact of it being a campsite. His white irises caught yours as the tight mouth guards came loose to fall to the sides of his face. Curious of the mysterious man, you crept to him as he slipped a pair of slightly cracked reading glasses to his nose.

"Little minx, it's been a short while. How was your trial? Get hooked for the first time?" His voice struck bells of whiskey and honey as he spoke, groveling at each word that slipped from his chocolate lips. You shrug at his first question and nod to his second, the journal still hooked to your hip. A smile played on his lips as he examined you and psychologically analyzed you—you were different, he figured. The Entity was picky with her choices in survivors and killers, and the fact that a survivor was so able to mingle with the killers after trials if they willed it was fascinating.

"What make you different?" He asks, his finger under your chin as you closed your eyes. You trusted him by will and heart, even though your mind was sending you different signals. To follow your heart or to follow your brain? Shaking your head to yourself, you settle on a log not too far from Bubba (his nickname) as he polishes his chainsaw. You decided to crack open the journal and begin to read, fingers following the words as you looked over them.

❝19 October - The Night

It is impossible to describe the horrifying scenes I have witnessed... death and misery, in every shape of terror, rule this place. I can no longer recall how I have come to this place. All I remember is the opaque, milky fumes of opium in the murky den hazing a sweet, welcoming abyss. I awoke to dreadful screams in this endless night, at the feet an old tree that leaked foul-smelling fluids. I know not how to reach those poor souls, nor do I want to. Keeping a record is all I can do to make sense of it.❞

Closing the journal, hands wrapped around your eyes as you stiffened. The familiar purr of Phillip eased your still frame. Sitting down next to you, you lay your head against his shoulder as you ease to sleep. When you awoke in your dream, your world was black—pitch black but enough to make sure it wasn't too dark, more like a grayish black than midnight. A voice called out to you in the darkness, it's voice layered in thick whispers.

Hello, Little Lamb

#dead by daylight fanfic #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight wraith #dead by daylight #phillip ojomo x reader #lost girls lullaby series #fanfiction #fanfic #fic

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skulfuggery · 6 years ago

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Desecration

A brief Michael/Reader, focusing on Michael’s love for fucking around with the bodies of his victims. It’s NSFW for gore, but what do you expect it’s DbD ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You were still twitching in his hands. Body still throwing out the last frayed nerve endings of life, your eyes still losing that shine that spoke of the thoughts going on behind them. Now, there would be nothing.

Just as the Shape liked.

There was a certain gentleness in how he treated you compared to others. He wouldn't hesitate to disembowel you if given the chance, that was not the kind of gentle that existed in Michael. But where he otherwise would have tossed your body to the ground like the worthless husk of bio-waste that it was, he lowered you gently into a patch of tall grass on your side. Asleep.

But then Michael reconsidered. This trial was obviously already won--Michael had already killed two of your teammates, and you were the third. All without a single generator completed on the survivor's side. That left one victim sneaking about, trying to summon the hatch for their only hope of survival. A contemplative tip of the head.

Yes, he had time.

It was much easier to lift you when you didn't struggle, so Michael was able to move quickly, rounding the corner of a wooden cabin and lowering you once again, this time in front of a lit totem. Devour Hope. Useless now with nobody else to hook. Michael, however, was certain he could think of another use for it.

Calm and composure were two words that usually embodied Jake Park, but right now he was neither. Neither because things were not going as he expected, and there was nothing scarier in a trial than unpredictability. He had finished an entire generator on his own, and was now well into another without catching a single glimpse of Myers. Looks over his shoulder doubled, then tripled in frequency, but there was no sign of the crazed stalker.

It was during one of these glances that his hands finally slipped, sending sparks and smoke flying out of the open panels on each side of the generator. "Shit..."

He would take no chances. Jake ducked away from the generator and behind a wooden wall, creeping along the edge of the dwelling. He peered through the white fog whenever he crossed from cover to cover, but not a single glance of the mask, or even the navy blue coveralls that would almost certainly stick out more in this weather.

Nothing, and still Jake's heart beat like he was in chase. He paused to take a few deep breaths and a slow once-over of the horizon. Neither soothed his paranoia, but they did propel him forward, until he saw the familiar silhouette of the Hunting Cabin materialize through the fog. That might be good; he'd have a better view and could see Myers before the Shape noticed him.

He darted forward, still glancing all over his surroundings for any sight of a masked killer. It was during one of these glances that he slipped for the second time, hands flying to his mouth to muffle his involuntary squeak.

It took him a few seconds of staring--and god, he didn't want to stare but he couldn't look away--to realize that what he was looking at was you. Your face had been torn beyond recognition, jaw split into a straight angle to make a snug nest for three burning candles. The clothes you had worn into the trial were discarded to your side along with the broken bones of a hex totem, only your undergarments left intact.

"Ohhh shit." Jake started to back away, the lack of food in his stomach the only thing keeping his nausea under control. "Oh shit."

Then his back hit a built chest, and for the third time Jake wheezed out. "Oh shit."

"Hey, did you make it out?"

Jake looked as though he couldn't bring himself to meet your eyes. His cheeks were flushed and you felt your heart ache a bit at the implications of his expression. "Did something happen?"

At that, he let out a long, exhausted sigh. "Don't worry about it."

#dead by daylight #michael myers #michael myers x reader #gore #skulfic

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