Meg x Trapper (Dead by Daylight)

PART 1: Meg x Trapper LEMON (Dead by Daylight)

Grunts of struggle echoed through the panicked atmosphere. Meg wiggled and writhed, doing her best to escape the iron grasp of the killer. It instead made him just squeeze tighter, so tight that she couldn't breathe and started to fear for her ribs. She stopped, and his grip loosened a bit, as he didn't want to injure her. She hung limply as her eyes began to water. At least she would go out fighting. Kind of.  Instead of throwing her on a hook, the man simply walked past them and dropped her against the back wall. She stumbled and before she could move, two arms slammed themselves on either side of her head, startling her badly. He slowly closed in.

Smut (beware!)

She was pinned. Hot puffs of air clouded her neck region, heavy bursts escaping her own throat. Pent up in agitation - and not exactly the angry kind - he lifted his mask just enough to show his lips. Meg jumped as the cool bone swiped across her jaw when he lowered his head towards her jugular vein. A gasp escaped her throat when she felt a hot, wet sensation across her neck. A bite was delivered and she groaned in pain, attempting to push the man away (and failing.) He was as sturdy as stone, she noticed miserably. There was no chance of escape, even considering her own strength. She stared wide eyed through the corner of her vision as he tilted his head to deepen the biting and Meg helplessly rested her hands on his shoulders, gasping and moaning underneath him. He further rested his weight onto her, nearly making her wheeze from the pressure on her abdomen, before suddenly removing himself and lifting her body up. She instinctively wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and flushed in embarrassment when heat flooded her body from the contact. He then repositioned himself, Meg now resting stiffly on his lap. She shut her eyes tightly when he began to stare at her intensely past the mask, bracing for something - anything - to happen to her. She felt a gentle pressure against her lips, unsure and cautious. He was kissing her, she realized. Her heart ached slightly at how tentative the action was, but was quickly replaced with panic as he began to press harder. A strange sensation began to build in her stomach, making her become breathless. She lessened her tightly sealed lips, forcing herself to relax. This only egged him on further as he suddenly laid her out on the cold floor, pinning her small wrists above her head with a single arm, the other stroking her jawbone. She gasped silently as his tongue swiped against her lips and suddenly forced its way into her mouth. He aggressively moved his own tongue against hers as she forced herself to remain relaxed, fearful that fighting back would only make him angry. He unluckily took this docileness as consent and moved his hand towards her breasts as he thoroughly explored her mouth. She let out a small "mrph!" when his large hand began fondling her left breast, groping slowly. This caused him to let out a low, predatory growl that sent shivers down Meg's body. "P-please.." she whispered, swallowing harshly as he returned to sucking on her neck. "What?" He mumbled against her lightly perspiring flesh. "I.." she gasped as he bit down lightly against a tendon. "I don't know.. how to feel about this." She whispered hesitantly. "I'm c-.. confused.." She felt nervousness pool in her gut as he did not respond, instead lifting his head and staring at her. Her brow shifted, scrunching up in concern for her own safety. He then gently removed his forearm from her pinned wrists and pulled her up by her arms. He rested Meg against his chest in what she interpreted was a comforting manner - at least he was trying, that is - before tightly wrapping his muscular arms around her body, locking her against his massive frame. She attempted to take deep breaths. He could easily crush her to death, but luckily chose not to. In fact, it seemed like he was holding back. It certainly was always tempting for him to crush prey slowly in his iron grasp, but for some reason he felt differently about Meg. He wanted to keep her safe. If anyone or anything were to oppose this idea - he would hurt them, tenfold. Possessiveness pooled in his body as he let out a low, long growl and burrowed his head against her neck, grip tightening around her shoulder and abdomen. She let out a sigh. He was actually pretty warm. Meg swallowed loudly as he shifted her body once more and let out deep breaths. "Um.. Evan." She said quietly. His head jerked up at his name being called and he tilted his head, staring at her. "I.. um. H-how far are we.. going to take this?" she said, stuttering in nervousness at the question she had asked. She was suddenly considering possible scenarios that involved something much more than just a kiss. A deep red painted her face as she looked away. He let out a strange noise and they sat in silence for what seemed to be a full minute. "I.. well. I think I.. like this." She whispered, laying her head against his chest to avoid his intense gaze. He stared at the wall across from him thoughtfully before tensing at the realization. The man let out a long sigh in an attempt to restrain himself as he released her from his arms and sat up. She gave him a questioning look that was quickly replaced by shock as he slowly grabbed at Meg's tight sport top, unzipping it. She grasped his hand gently and he paused, but then continued as she did not resist. She quickly sat up as the zipper ended in the middle of the fabric and began to rid herself of the said top. What remained underneath was a simple black sports bra, sufficiently protecting her breasts. Despite this, she shivered from the cold air present in the dungeon's atmosphere. He stared for a moment at her athletic body, eyes wandering up and down. His eyes narrowed as he pulled lightly at her bra, lowering his head into her chest. She jumped slightly when his hot tongue slid across her collar and sternum, wandering towards the valley of her breasts. He was eventually blocked by the fabric of her bra and, rather than ripping it off like he would have wanted to, he slowly (and as gently as he could muster) lifted it up from her abdomen. She lifted her arms to help, and soon the bra was on the ground beside them. They both paused. He examined the position he was in for a minute, his breathing picking up further underneath the once again lowered mask. Meg laid under him, arms above her lazily. Her head was tilted to the side, revealing her bruised, wet neck. Eyes half lidded, brow furrowed, and mouth tightly shut. He struggled not to ravage her right then and there - he had absolutely no experience, and yet his instincts guided him sufficiently. He sat her up against the wall, pressing his face against her neck as his hands began to grope her chest. She let out a short, loud exhale at the sensation. It was slightly painful with how tightly he squeezed, but at the same time it sent powerful tingling sensations through her body. She bit her lip strongly. He slowed down and eventually stopped, noticing her silence. A hoarse voice broke the strange whispers filling the dungeon. "Be louder..." he spoke, growling in anticipation. She sighed in resignation. After a moment of steeling herself into not being embarrassed, she let out a small "okay". He grunted approvingly and grabbed at her slightly harder, feeling the soft, supple flesh beneath his massive, bear-like hands. She inhaled loudly and let out a quiet moan as he replaced his hands with his mouth. He sucked on her gently, continuing to send his hot tongue across the bud, treating the other as well. Meg threw her head from side to side and grasped his shoulders tightly. "Hah.." Meg's legs twitched as his hand wandered to her crotch, slowly stroking the warmed fabric of the spandex capris against her thighs. He grasped gently on the area of her womanhood and she squirmed underneath him at the sudden sensation. He suddenly sat back up from his position against Meg on the wall and quickly pushed her pants and underwear down to her calves. She gasped and instinctively put her legs together tightly, glaring at him. He shrugged and continued to remove her shoes and the rest of the clothing with ease, setting them aside carelessly. A long, excited inhale emitted from the man due to the sight of Meg being fully unclothed in front of his eyes. A beautiful girl with an amusing attitude. Stubborn, but at the same time.. his hands lowered and wedged themselves in between her tightly locked knees, beginning to force them apart slowly. Meg gasped and attempted to put them back together but quickly gave up due to his obvious strength. He tilted his head at the sight of her glistening womanhood, eyes half lidded. She blushed. "Don't stare.." Her eyes narrowed. "Also, it isn't fair. You're still covered," she grumbled quietly. He let out a small "hm" and backed away, standing up.
He unbuckled his overalls. Her eyes slowly widened as the abused flesh was revealed. Though less damaged than his arms, his abdomen still had many scars and bruises. Beside that, she was amazed by his physique. He was.. well, he was buff as all hell. She leaned back as the clothing dropped further, revealing his large member. She gulped. She was a virgin, and based on the pain she experienced when she masturbated with just two fingers, she feared that he most certainly would not fit. "Oh.. fuck." She whispered. He chuckled and suddenly pulled Meg to her feet in an instant. "Huh?" She blurred out in surprise, flustered. "Stay." He said, pushing her against the wall. She obliged, resting stiffly against the decrepit stone wall. "Oh, and relax." He mumbled, suddenly kneeling. Her eyes widened as she slowly slid down the wall to rest on her behind in shock. He was going to.. oh. He rested himself below her legs, pushing his mask just above the bridge of his nose. Prying her legs apart and keeping them still, he gave an experimental lick. Meg gasped, eyes tightly shut. This was really happening, and it felt amazing. He positioned her legs on his shoulders to gain better access to her womanhood, continuing to bury his face between her legs. She let out a cry of surprise and pleasure as he began to rub her with his warm tongue, eventually entering her opening itself with it. She throbbed in pleasure as blood began to enter the area in reaction to the attention, further causing her to become more sensitive. His tongue exited the entrance and instead began to focus on her clitoris, running small circles around it and giving long, slow licks. Her breathing picked up and she let out a loud, choked moan. This appeared to further excite him as he sped up, vibrations of his growling going through Meg's womanhood. She let out a cry of pleasure as she reached her peak, eyes shut tight and seeing spots on the border of her vision. "Oh god.. oh god! Don't stop, please..!" She gasped out in desperation. He didn't stop. In fact, he rode out her orgasm as long as possible, licking and burrowing his face into her longer and harder. She quivered as he aggressively ate her out, letting out long and passionate groans. Her toes curled stiffly and her hands rested on his scalp instinctively, massaging it. He growled in pleasure, further adding to the pleasant feeling through Meg. Eventually he removed his face from her lower area, giving it a final lick to clean off her juices and lowering the mask to cover his mouth. Her eyes were closed, panting heavily. Meg's thighs shook, and her hands were now flush against the wall. Eventually she began to relax, opening her eyes. She took a deep breath and was met with the sight of the killer staring at her, satisfied with his work. "God.. thank you," she whispered, slowly crawling towards him. He simply stared at her questioningly, but quickly realized what was happening when she put both hands on his thighs. He picked her up, however, and placed her on top of the chest that was present in the corner of the basement, across from the bloodied hooks. They adjusted themselves into a comfortable position. Meg took a deep breath, and slowly lowered her face towards his tip. She gently licked it, hesitant and unsure of how to proceed. He let out a grunt of pleasure at the small act, and she considered her next plan of action. If something as small as that was pleasurable for him, what would actually sucking him off feel like? Then again, he wouldn't have gotten much action out there while sacrificing people, she thought. He might as well be as sensitive as she was. Focusing back to the task at hand, she slowly lowered her head down his girth. Her warm hand fondled his balls while the other stroked his length. Meg was surprised at how soft he was - it was like stroking silk.. and yet it was so hard. She was having trouble even doing so without biting because of how large he was, but she managed. Her jaw began to hurt, which she ignored, as she started to bob up and down with her hot mouth against his now wet member. Her teeth accidentally grazed his length and he let out a loud noise she could only interpret as pleasurableness. Surprised, she slowed down and gave an experimental tug. He groaned. A large hand was put atop her head, and she silently prayed that he would not push her down and force her to deep throat. The last thing Meg wanted to do in life would be choking on a dick. A massive one at that. The man let out loud pants and groans, gently pushing down her head. She forced herself not to gag as she went deeper and deeper, occasionally grazing his length with her teeth gently. The vibrations made his eyes narrow and he slowly bucked his hips into her. She inhaled sharply at the sudden movement and decided to go harder to get it over with. This was pretty stressful. She grasped at his balls gently with both hands and sucked harder and faster, circling his tip with her tongue. He let out a long, low moan of pleasure and his hips began to quiver slightly. This egged her on and she bobbed harder as he came. A hot load of cum entered her mouth and she automatically swallowed to avoid choking. She grimaced and nearly pulled away, but then she remembered how well he treated her a minute ago. Meg decided that she would help him out. She continued sucking and licking, albeit more gently, and he breathed heavily through his mask. He grabbed her hair after a minute and tugged gently. She lifted her head questioningly, but really she knew what came next. She gulped as he pushed her down slowly. "Wait." She said, voice shaking. "I've never done this before." He nodded. "Please.. be gentle." She whispered, a cold sweat beginning to form on her body. The basement suddenly felt a lot hotter, and he buried his face into her neck as he once again pinned Meg's arms above her. Despite her nervousness, she had to admit that she was very excited. Anticipation built in her gut. She couldn't even imagine what it was like for him - she almost felt bad for him, as she was sure that he was holding back, at least. He was treating her like he would break at any moment, it seemed. The man stroked her jawline, staring into her eyes and slowly kissing her. She sighed into the kiss, relaxing slightly, and his hand slowly moved down her body towards her womanhood. His meaty finger slowly entered her. She grimaced at the sensation, groaning quietly in discomfort. He waited for a few seconds before slowly pumping his fingers into her wet entrance. The pain slowly subsided, and soon after he took the signal because the sour look was no longer present on Meg's now relaxed face. "Be careful." She said, grasping him tightly by the shoulders. He nodded once, looking down and positioning himself at her entrance. She let out a deep breath, and nodded.

He very slowly pushed into her, hips quivering in excitement. It felt so good.. but he had to stay patient. She dug her nails into his shoulders, gritting her teeth hard. Even if she was well-lubricated, nothing could distract her from the searing pain that shot through her lower body. She let out a pained whine and he froze up as much as possible despite the discomfort of having her nails dig into the wounds of his shoulders, sitting still and waiting patiently. A few minutes passed, and he slowly began to move. She bit down hard on his collar and clawed at his back. She felt so.. full. It was painful, yet so satisfying. "Okay, okay..." she whispered, closing her eyes. "You can... you can move now." At these words he looked her in the eyes. "Are you sure about that?" He spoke lowly. Beads of sweat began to form on Meg's forehead in anticipation as she nodded. She let out a broken scream as he abruptly thrust out and then back in again, roughly bucking his hips. When Meg thought of the phrase "no mercy" with "killer", this is not what she imagined. "Gah..!" Meg gasped as he thrust into her, again and again. "Tight." He whispered roughly through a pleasured hiss. Her vision blurred as she was fucked senseless, the room filled with gasping and moaning. It hurt, but it felt so, so good at the same time. She struggled to contain her voice and he roughly grabbed her jaw from behind, forcing her mouth open with two fingers. She sputtered and instantly bit down, making him release a long growl. He did not remove his fingers, however. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it. "Harder." He growled in her ear, pounding into her mercilessly. She bit down on his fingers even more, attempting to both release some excitement as well as appease him. She tasted blood now, but it was strangely arousing. He let out a pleasured groan and gave a final buck of the hips before going in as deep as possible, cumming deep inside her. She let out a breathless scream from the amazing sensation of warmth spreading between her legs, tingling and thrilling, pleasure striking like lightning. Tears clouded her vision from the intensity, but she didn't care. He grabbed her arms, twisting them behind her back, and flipped her over, putting one leg on his shoulder. Loud huffs and grunts emitted from the mask as he resumed pounding into her from a new angle, one hand massaging her clit and the other holding her leg up. She gripped helplessly at the chest beneath her, releasing as her entire body quivered violently. Combined with all of her tensed muscles and the exertion of the sex, she was beginning to get tired. But she was willing to be exhausted for this moment. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure flushed her body, and as her walls tightened further around his massive girth, he let out a short burst of growls, cumming into her again. He eventually began to slow down as the two calmed down, and Meg realized then how terribly sore she was. His bruising grip on her thigh wasn't helping, either. He finally pulled out, leaving Meg feeling strangely empty. He had scratched an itch she never knew she had, and hopefully she did the same for him. His chest heaved and she let out short bursts of gasps and exhales. He slowly lowered her leg back down and picked her limp body up bridal-style, sitting her back up properly on the chest. She slumped slightly, but managed to hold her head up as she supported her weight on the wall and chest with her hands. He stood, still breathing heavily, and eventually begun to redress. Pulling the bloodied rubber overalls back up his legs and hooking it back around his mutilated shoulder, it made Meg cringe thinking about how it must've felt having metal torn through his upper body. She watched through half lidded eyes and slowly climbed down to the ground, gathering her own clothes. He tossed Meg her discarded pair of sneakers, nearly hitting her in the face, before jerking his head up and listening for a moment.

The whispers of the Entity became louder and he let out a growl, much darker than the ones she heard before, and stomped up the stairs, picking up his cleaver that was resting on the lowest step. The ground above her shook from the angry footsteps that stormed across the shack and out the door as she put back on her clothes. Meg was very grateful for the fact that she wasn't at the receiving end of that weapon - for now, anyway. Now that this happened, what would he do with her? 'Surely he wouldn't let me go after all I've seen.' She thought drearily. Might as well accept death here and now. "Until I get my throat slit, I need to take a nap," She mumbled to herself sarcastically. Before she could think up any other snarky comments, she passed out.