Dead By Daylight OneShots (CLOSED)

Quentin x Michael +18

WARNING
This contains content that isn't suitable for young viewers. Reader discretion is advise.

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Quentin let out a frustrated sigh as the generator flew up into silent sparks. They landed onto his skin, a slight burning sensation ran through his arms as he cursed under his breath. "Fucking Ruin." He muttered as he began to pull at the gears roughly, causing it to blow up in his face. "Jesus fucking Christ." He growled, sitting up.

He turned to go and find the totum responsible for all this trouble. As he pushed himself off the generator, he was met with something blocking him. He looked up slowly to see Michael standing besides him, making Quentin let out a terrified squeak. Quentin felt the cold blade of his kitchen knife trace his jawline, whimpering when the knife began cutting into his flesh.

"Michael-" He said, shaking from the weird sensation and the fear of him playing with his emotions. Michael pinned him against the wall, his face to his neck. Quentin couldn't help but stiffen when he thought of something. Why was he afraid? He'd actually have to take his mask off to actually do something.

Quentin let out a surprised squeal as he felt the killer lightly lick his neck. Quentin felt Michael's hand lower down to his hip as the other going up his shirt. Chills crept down his entire body as his cold hand ran up Quentin's chest slowly. Michael's mask was slightly raised up but not fully. Michael pulled him in close, kissing him roughly. Quentin wrapped his legs around Michael's waist as they made therr way to a small bed.

Michael pinned him down roughly, stealing his breath away. Michael's overalls were off and revealed a basic black t-shirts and jeans. Michael climbed over him, taking his shirt off and throwing it carelessly over his shoulder. "Michael~!" He couldn't help but moan his name as Michael's teeth nibbled on Quentin's collarbone.

He lean his neck back as Michael gently left kisses on his neck. Michael hands began to move up to his pants, unbuttoning them slowly, teasing Quentin. The heat rushed so fast to Quentin's checks as Michael began to kiss down to his shoulder.

Quentin let out a painful squeak when Michael bit down hard on his collarbone. Tears welled up in Quentin's eyes, which made Michael's fingers trace his cheek gently. His wet tongue went over the bite that have started to bleed.

Michael purred against Quentin's skin, sending vibrations through his body as Michael took Quentin's pants off. Quentin blushed as Michael held him close to his chest. What Quentin hadn't realized was that Michael himself had took his pants off. Quentin was too distracted by Michael kissing him all over.

Michael looked at the survivor, who gazed back. Quentin was the one who took Michael by surprised as he grabbed the killer's shirt collar. Quentin pulled him close and kissing him with rough passion. Michael's hands ran through Quentin's hair. They broke the kiss for air when Michael asked ever so quietly in his ear. "Are you sure?"

Quentin nodded and that started with a hand over his mouth. Michael thrusting into the survivor as he let out muffled noises of pleasure. Quentin gripped onto the bed as he let out muffled noises as Michael kept a firm hand over his mouth.

Michael began to kiss his neck gently as they laid down on the bed. Michael held Quentin close to his chest as Michael's arm wrapped around the tired survivors chest. Michael nuzzled Quentin's neck as they feel asleep in each others arms.