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Do not trust people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people
The killers heartbeat got louder and louder, terror shrouding your senses. The Legion not letting any of you either start or finish a generator. While you tried to make him chase you, he wouldn't even look at you. His focus lying solely on slashing the people on the generators and kicking them in order to regress them. After some time Dwight and Haddie had been sacrificed, being grabbed of the generators. They now sacrificed to the entity, leaving only you and Vittorio. You looked at him and motioned him towards you. The rock you both hid behind close to another generator. The Legion left made his way towards the other generators in order to look for you.
"He will not back down, we need to figure something out." You whispered to Vittorio, keeping your guard up.
"We need to get to a place much safer than this one. Follow me." You quickly stuck to him. He headed towards the ski resort, the generator inside the building completly regressed to no progress. Windows and doors torn down, the only thing left alive burningbrighty in the fireplace. You followed Vittorio upstairs, the stairs creaking loudly. Both of you standing still, upon hearing the killers heartbeat once more. Vittorio quickly snapped out of it, taking your hand and leading you towards one of the rooms. This motion made you fluster, not used to physical touch in the realm, besides the killers hooking or morying you.
He lead you to one of the empty rooms. The wood rotten, some snow falling into the room through the small creaks. It was cold, one of the only feelings remaining in the living hell of the entity's realm. Vittorio took a look out of one of the creaks, looking for the Legion. He headed towards the shack, still not capable of finding you two.
Vittorio let out a sigh of relief and plopped himself down onto the rotting bed. You continued to stand in the doorway, not bothering to enter further.
You nervously started to speak, his presence intimidating you. "Well, either one of us dies by us trying or by just giving up. He just won't leave. " Your sight on the ground. "I will do it, otherwise this will never end." With quivering lips, you finished.
He looked into your eyes, shaking his head. "I can't let you do that. There must be a way for both of us to leave this trial, even though it looks like a hopeless situation." Vittorio stood up, making his way towards you. He put his hands onto your shoulders, making you look into his eyes. "There must be a way to get out of here, without either of us dying."
"How so? We beat him up?" You spoke a bit louder. His thoughts stopped for a second. For as long as he can remember, violence was never the answer. Seeing it as something only used by people that don't know how to solve conflict without war.
"If we do that, we are only miIdly better than those chasing us. I will do it and you start looking for the hatch as soon as I am sacrificed." Your eyes stared at him, expecting this kind of answer from him. He had been much longer in the realm than you. He has seen things much worse than you could ever imagine. You stepped closer to him, your eyes enraptured by his. He was shocked by your sudden change in behaviour.
"Well... I think that we still have some time before he starts looking for us in here, don't you think?" Your tone serious and full of determination. Laying your hands on his cheeks. He wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you even closer than before. Your lips got closer to his, hot breath hitting you. The room got hotter by the second. His lips a bit chapped. The kiss rough and full of passion. You started to push him back onto the rotten bed. His back hitting the matress. You sat on top of him, your lips never separating. His hands wandering from your waist to your hips. Receiving light squeezes. He separated from your lips and latched onto your neck. Sucking and bruising your delicate skin. Moans escaping your mouth. Breathlessly moaning out his name. His beard scratching every soft part it touched.
"I have thought about something like this for about some time, you know?" He spoke, putting his forehead against yours. This made you hug him even tighter.
All of a sudden he stood up, making you stand on your feet once more. The heartbeat of the killer coming closer. In quick steps, Vittorio pushed you into a locker. The Legion stood in the door way, raising his knife, while Vittorio sprinted out of the resort. The heartbeat becoming quiter until it disappeared. A scream followed suit and Vittorio was gone.
You left the locker, now looking for the hatch. After a few seconds, the sound emmited from the shack. Quickly leaving before the Legion came. Everything turned black, until you woke up besides the campfire.
Pairing: Vittorio Toscano (Dead by Daylight) x Female Reader
Summary: You're new in the fog and Vittorio takes you under his wings.
Warnings: SMUT! NSFW!
Author's notes: I fell for this silver fox daddy the moment I saw him. I mean, JUST LOOK AT HIM 😩 So yeah of course I had to write for him (even if nobody is interested to read it). So, here we go. I hope some people enjoy this.
"We got a new one."
All the survivors looked up at Dwight's voice and followed his gaze as a young woman stumbled out of the fog. They only gave her a quick glance before returning to staring into the campfire. Vittorio clenched his jaw and stood up, shaking his head as he walked passed the others to greet the new survivor.
Your heart pounded painfully in your chest and your eyes widened in terror, flickering back and forth as you scanned your surroundings. Where the hell were you? The last thing you remembered was getting lost in the fog in the forest, then...then everything went black and the next thing you knew, you were here. Wherever here was. It kind of looked like the forest you got lost in...
"Hey. Are you okay?"
You jumped at the voice and stared up at the man standing in front of you. You found yourself speechless as you looked into the grey eyes of the sexiest man you'd ever seen. His grey hair was cut in a modern style, with shaved sides and long layers on the top. He was wearing a leather jacket and a red shirt that had a few buttons open, revealing a toned chest with tattoos spread across his skin up to his throat. You frowned as your gaze landed on the blue, glowing vein going down the right side of his neck. What the hell was that...
"Hey. You good?" the man repeated and placed his hand on your shoulder. You jerked at the contact and the man quickly removed his hand.
"Sorry!" you burst out and blushed. "I...I am just...where the hell am I?"
The silver fox smiled bitterly. "Welcome to the fog. I'm Vittorio," he said and reached out his hand. You took it, your hand disappearing in his larger one and you could feel the warmth from it spread through your entire body.
"Y/n," you replied and let go of his hand and gave him a nervous smile before looking around. You noticed a couple of people sitting around a campfire and looked back at Vittorio with a confused frown. "Umm...what is the fog?"
Vittorio smiled and gestured you to follow him. "Come. Let's join the others and we tell you all about it."
*
You had a hard time believing them at first. But your first trial pushed you right into the horrific nightmare that now was your life. Luckily, Vittorio was there to guide you through it. Helped you figure out how to fix the generators and protected you against the killer. None of the other survivors seemed to bother teaching you how to survive. They only seemed irritated being stuck with a newbie on their team.
"You can sleep here if you want." Vittorio patted the blanket lying on the ground next to him. Feeling your face heat up, you smiled shyly and sat down next to him.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice warm and soft with concern.
You shrugged your shoulders and tears welled up in your eyes. You had no fucking idea how to feel, everything felt so unreal, like it was all a bad dream.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay," Vittorio said and swept his arms around you, pulling you softly against his chest. "You'll get the hang of things soon."
Feeling the warmth of his body and the safety of his strong arms and firm chest, you let all your emotions free, crying in his embrace until the darkness of sleep claimed your troubled mind.
Vittorio watched your sleeping form as he laid you down next to him. You were so beautiful. So young and innocent. His gaze traveled down the curves of your body covered in a short skirt and a tight top, awakening something inside him he hadn't felt in centuries. Quickly, he averted his eyes and turned away from you, lying down on the side with his back against you, ignoring the pulsing heat of his swelling cock.
*
You woke up in the morning, covered in a warm blanket. Turning around, you noticed Vittorio was gone and that it was his blanket that was on top of you. You smiled softly and pressed the blanket against your nose, inhaling his sweet scent, before coming to your senses. Fuck, what were you doing? Were you already falling for this guy?
Ignoring your thoughts, you sat up and saw Meg and Nea sitting by the fire.
"Where is Vittorio?"
"In a trial," Nea said shortly.
A surge of panic rushed through your belly before you remembered what he told you yesterday. That nobody really dies in the trials. That you all end up here again. In the same way, you don't get hungry or cold anymore.
"So, what do you guys do around here when you're not in a trial?"
Meg shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing."
"Nothing? You guys just sit here?"
Both Nea and Meg shrugged their shoulders and you sighed. They've been here for so long that they'd become lackadaisical.
"Well, I'm going to take a look around," you said and stood up. There wasn't much to see. Just the campfire and the surrounding forest, which you couldn't explore very deeply. A few minutes in, you found yourself standing in the clearing of the campfire again. You bit your lip, pushing your fear and tears away. So this was your life now? Living trapped in a forest, doomed in a never-ending loop of trials, where your only glimmer of hope was the possibility of escaping alive.
*
Time moved strangely in the fog. You didn't know if it was day or night and slept whenever you were tired.
"What year is it? Out there?" Vittorio asked one day when the two of you sat by a river in the forest, just a few meters away from the border where you would wind up in the campfire again. The two of you often wandered up here, to be away from the others, getting to know each other. Only, you did most of the talking and Vittorio liked to listen, could look at you for hours as you spoke. He hadn't spoken much about himself, only that he was from Italy and that he'd been here for a very, very long time.
"2022," you replied to his question. "At least when I came here."
Vittorio only nodded and a cloak of sadness covered his usual light, grey eyes.
"When did you come here?"
Vittorio was silent for a moment before he began to talk.
"1391. But I've been hiding, wandering through the fog until a while back when the Entity eventually found me and brought me here."
You stared at him as he spoke. He'd been here for that long? For centuries?
"I...I can't imagine what you've been through," you said and placed your hand on his lower arm. "You must have been so scared, so lonely..."
Vittorio looked at you, into your warm, beautiful eyes and he couldn't control himself anymore. Taking your face in his hand, he leaned down and kissed you, feeling a bolt of heat rush through him at the touch of your soft lips against his. How many times hadn't he fantazied about this? This and so much more...
The kiss took you by surprise, your eyes widening when Vittorio pressed his lips against yours. Then, you moaned against his mouth, the feeling of his hand cupping your face and the dominance of his lips melting away all the thoughts you may have.
Then, he suddenly pulled away and you looked at each other with flushed faces and heaving chests.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
"Shut up," you said and straddled his lap, quickly unbuckling his belt and opening his pants.
Vittorio stared up at you, whimpered when your delicate fingers wrapped around his cock and it twitched in your hand. Fuck, it had been so long since he'd felt the touch of a woman...He was already hard from the kissing, but the touch of your hand threatened to make him explode. Then, you suddenly pushed your panties aside and lowered yourself onto him. Vittorio cried out when his cock slid into your wet and tight, little pussy, his hands gripping your hips desperately as you started to ride him.
Closing your eyes, you threw your head back and allowed yourself to feel every gorgeous, thick girth of his cock fill you up. Fuck, he felt so good inside you. Opening your eyes, you looked down at him and smiled, feeling victorious at the way he looked up at you in so much awe and lust. Lifting your top, you pulled it over your head and smiled anew as Vittorio's gaze fell upon your breasts. His hands moved up and cupped them, kneading the soft flesh in his rough-skinned hands.
Vittorio couldn't take his eyes away from his hands touching your breasts, his cock throbbing inside you every time your tits bounced as you moved on top of him. He bent forward and engulfed a hard nipple with his lips.
Vittorio sucked on your nipple hard, the rough texture of his beard rubbing deliciously against the sensitive skin on your breasts. Fuck. You grabbed the back of his head, moaned as he sucked on your nipple until it became swollen and raw. When he finally released it, he looked up at you with lustful, wild eyes and heaving chest, and you leaned down, kissing him hungrily and needily.
"Fuck me, Vittorio. Make me yours," you whispered against his lips, your nails digging into his neck. Your words awoke something primal inside of him, a dominance longing to be released. Growling, he wrapped his arm around your torso and turned the both of you around so you laid underneath him. Pushing your legs up, he glared into your eyes, his face hard and stern as he started pounding into you like a madman. You stared up at him, your mouth half-open as your moans spilled from your lips, loving the dominance you always knew he had somewhere inside of him. Your back arched at the pleasure and you saw stars as his cock hit the deepest parts of you, again and again...Then, Vittorio wrapped his hand around your throat just below your jawline and that was all it took for you to tumble over the edge. You cried out in pleasure and your pussy clenched around his cock as your orgasm swept through your body like a whirlwind.
"Fuck," Vittorio muttered as your pussy tightened around him and he spilled his seed inside you, his swelling cock filling you up until he was completely drained. His heavy body collapsed on top of you and you smiled, embracing the safe feeling of his body on yours as you played with the long layers of his hair.
"I love you," he mumbled against your neck and your smile widened.
"I love you too."
Maybe your eternity in the fog wouldn't be so horrible after all.
