Hooked on lovin'! (Dead By Daylight x reader)

Nightmare ~ Sewing

(Warning! Very suggestive)

In, under, and through another one. The silver needle pushed though the bright red fabric of a striped sweater, pulling two sides of it together.
You were being very careful as to not ruin your friends clothes. There was a chance of you dying if you fucked the sweater up more than it already was.

To actualy explain the situation to you, you and Fredrick Krueger himself were friends almost since the begining. Since your arrival.
Fred litteraly gutted someone right in front of you and found you covering and shivering in a corner, behind some boxes. Normaly he would give a rather agressive pat on the back with his clawed hand, but he found your frightened reaction actualy adorable.
Fresh meat. So scared...
He's always had a taste for frightened survivors, but that was more of a... vicious one.
Fred actualy ended up being the one who explained all to you.
He laid spreaded across a generator while telling you how to fix it and watch you closely, with an evil smirk.
Some of the other survivors were distant from you because of the lightly perverted, sadistic killer.
As much as the others disliked him, you didn't mind his behaviour. He was a friend, and that's what he would stay.
And now notice how I say the word would. After a few... years? After a few years in the Entity's realm, you started relizing that you might have been slowly stumbling for the killer. Even though it wasn't right in the survivors book, or... any moraly correct book and all, you couldn't help it.
That's probably one of the reasons why you're fixing his sweater just now.

Fred somehow managed to make a rather large hole right in the middle of his back.
"How did you even manage to do this?" You asked, actualy curious about the origin of the hole.
"That damn bitch Laura and her fucking glass... bitch stabbed me in the shoulder and ripped my damn sweater, just the last trial" Freddy turned around a little, pointing to an already healing scar from Laurie's famous stabing trick.
"It's Laurie, not Laura..." You chuckled quietly, getting a scoff back from Fred as he leant back on the school sighn.

You two were sitting on the rooftop of Badham preschool, Freddy's domain.
You usualy hung up there. He liked having you on his eyes, somewhere where you couldn't run away from.

You felt a lightly stinging pain in your finger, imidiately taking it out the sweater and sucking on it.
"Am I gonna get the sweater back bloodier than before?" Fred chuckled like the asshole he was, putting his hands behind his head as he cocked an "eyebrow".
His body was burned crispy, and he had no hair anywhere, so expressions sometimes came off as funmy.
"Maybe" You smiled lightly, resuming to sewing the sweater up.
The real reason you continuously stabbed into your finger was because of him alone.
As much as you tried focusing on the sweater, your eyes would slowly drift up, to look at Fred's bare chest and his half covered face.

Now hear me out, you were never one to impolitely stare at someone's chest, especialy Fred's, but just the imperfect burnt marks that hugged around each other in a rough pattern... they got you. They got you good. You poked yourself with the needle again, just because of the distractions.
"God damn it I need break..." You said, smacking the sweater next to yourself.
"Why you keep on hurting yourself?" Fred chuckled at you, playing with his sharp nails.
"Because of you..." You murmured quietly, sucking the blood off your finger. He stopped the quiet sliding of his claws.
"What was that?" Fred grinned, leaning off the school sign, closer to you.
"Nothing" You said, reaching your hand towards the sweater, only to get it grabbed by Krueger's clawed one.
"Leave it laying for a bit... what did you say?" He brushed your attempt to change the convo off, and got a little closer to you.
"I said nothing... just murmurs" You looked away from him, scooting away a little.
"I know you said something (Y/n)..." The killer purred, slowly sliding his clawed hand up your arm, only gently scratching it.
You felt your breath stop at random times and then speed up. You tried getting yourself under control... but you had none.
"(Y/n)..." Fred leaned closer to you, basicaly pushing your legs to the side and letting you fall to your elbows.
"Say it..." His knifed hand went into your hair, cutting a little bit off here and there.
You came back from the transe, noticing that your entire body was shaking with nervousness and your cheeks felt flaming hot as Fred loomed over you.
A tired grin crept it's way onto Fred's cracked lips. He leaned down, letting his warm breath slide down your neck as he leaned his burned face on your cheek.

"Just... just that you're distracting..." You finnaly pushed out, balling your hands into fists as you tried to look away still. You felt Freddy stop his movements and then shift back a little.
"You too..." He grinned, leaning closer again. Your breath hitched back but you got the urge to lean on too...

You kissed him. He certainly wasn't expecting it, but went along with a devilish grin. You grabbed him around his burned neck and brought him down with you. He was just about to slip his slithery snake tongue in, before you got a weird feeling... a feeling as if you were falling... you suddely opened your eyes, to find yourself sitting on the rooftop again, head resting on your fist.

You looked to your side, to see Fred playing with his claws again. You must've fallen asleep...
"Done with the nap? You've still got work to do..." He gently slid the sweater to you with his shoe, a smirk on his lips.
"Yeah, sorry about that" You grabed for the sweater, feeling Fred's eyes on your hot red cheeks...

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