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Slasher / DBD Short| Dwight Fairfield |Prompt: Fluff

He lets out a thick sigh through his nose, burying his face into your hair. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world," he mumbles against your scalp. You can hear him laughing; a gentle little chuckle that sends warming vibrations through your skin. You tilt your head up in an attempt to look at him, but he shifts, resting his face against your shoulder. That tuft of raven hair tickles your cheek and you quietly giggle. "How so?" You inquire, and he sighs again.

"I mean... Look at you," he breathes, softly pressing a chaste kiss on your shoulder. Dwight peppers several little butterfly kisses across your skin, lips tickling your neck and jawline as he steadily makes his way up to your face. He's so soft. There's the scent of a burning fire clinging to his body, and it's comforting. You lean back into his chest and quietly enjoy his affectionate assaults. "You're so perfect," he hushes, smitten. "You could have anyone but you're sitting here with me."

"As if you're giving me a choice," you joke, nudging the arms that are wrapped securely around your bent knees, forcing you to snuggle closer to him. He has you trapped. Dwight pauses, his hold loosening slightly. You sense the panic in his voice. "D-Do you want to go? S-Sorry, I shouldn't have--"

"Dwight," you tease. You can feel his face getting warm as he leans against you, too nice to tell you know he wants you to stay and too nervous to demand it. "There's no where I'd rather be, you know that. Now... Care to explain why you stopped the smooches?"

The boy helplessly giggles, his arms tightening around you once more. All he needs is a little reassurance from time to time. "Sorry," he apologizes, but there's a joking tone in his voice this time. "My bad. I'll pay interest, I promise. Ten times the amount of kisses?"

"Deal, you better get started."

pwophet i wuv u thank u ... have a tiny. .. tiny little... thing... of danny being sweet for 1 whole minute bc that’s all the rat man is capable of

“What are you thinkin’ about?” You ask, sleepily glancing up to the side of his face. His fingers gently drum against the side of your thigh as he holds you close to his chest, his legs drawn up on the recliner. You’re settled so perfectly in the nook between his thighs and his torso, and you’ve never felt more comfortable in your life. 

He’s not wearing that damned mask of his, for once. There’s a passive expression on his face as he hums quietly into the silence, slowly shifting his gaze to look at you. There’s dark circles collecting beneath his eyes and a far-off, distant look in his gaze. He’s clearly in his own head right now, lost in his thoughts. 

“Oh, y’know,” he muses, “just... Things. You, mainly.”

You quirk your eyebrow, but before you can truly question him, he’s planting a soft little kiss upon your forehead. “Don’t you read into that. Don’t want to be boosting your ego now, do we?” 

Ah. So he was thinking something good about you, then? You smiled and buried your head into his chest. 

Slasher / DBD ShortAdiris / The PlaguePrompt: none but i made it light fluff

You found her in the woods; knelt by a decaying shrine. Even down on her knees, she was incredibly tall. Regal, you could say. Adiris did not shift as you quietly sat yourself down beside her on the trembling grass. You watched her; completely taken by her presence. Her hands were together, fingertips raised to the grey sky that stretched over the forest, and her lashes were pressed delicately against her cheeks. She looked content. Calm.

Inside, you knew it wasn’t fair to her if you disrupted her prayer. And yet you couldn’t stop yourself. You carefully placed your hand up the crook of her arm, running your fingers over the rough, calloused flesh. The priestess let out a quiet sigh and her shoulders drooped in relaxation, but she said nothing. She knew you were there, and that was enough. 

The light of the candle she’d placed by the alter was beginning to die; weakly singing into the fog. She was almost done, judging by the pool of wax collecting by the cement of the shrine. Not long left until the candle died, and her attention would be back to you. 

You lurched forward, pressing your lips to the scarred flesh of her left cheek. Her disfigured flesh was warm beneath your lips; a permanent fever brewing beneath her skin and rumbling through you. She was always warm. Always so comforting. You felt her skin pull beneath your lips as her mouth quirked up into a helpless little smile at your affections.

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DBD Shorts | Jake Park | Prompt: Fluff

"Where... Where did they all come from?"

Jake looked like he was in the middle of a pure crisis. Cats of all shapes and size where... Attacking him? Assaulting him with nuzzles and licks and Jake just wasn't enjoying it. You knew he had a thing for wildlife, but this was outrageous.

The man looked up at you from the step of your home, where he had his back pressed against your front door. The cats had swarmed him. Some with collars, some without - you even recognized one to be your neighbours pet.

He gave you a condescending, annoyed little look. "They followed me back," he grumbled, his lower lip jutting out ever so slightly in a pout. You watched a small, ginger-furred cat dig it's claws into Jake's jacket and hoist itself up to his shoulder. You saw the pain in his eyes, his body seizing up. But he did not jerk away.

It was cute, in a sadistic sort of way. There were several cat scratches digging into his clothes where they'd attempted to use him as a scratching post, and he was clearly in pain from sharpened claws. But it was cute. They were all huddled around him. He was a mother cat. With three squished onto his lap, four by his feet and one sat on on his shoulder, he was the definition of crazy cat man.

"Are you gonna get them off me or what?" He snaps, though you note there's a pleading tone in his voice. You decide to let him suffer.

Snickering, you carefully step over the plethora of gathered felines, and sit down beside him. You squish up to the side of his thigh and one of his cat children give you a curious side eye, before stretching out to drape across your lap too. You're glad they like you too.

Jake's glaring at you now. "I said get them off me, not join me." It's funny. Because the glare he's giving you looks like something an angry toddler might give you. You mean over and peck his cheek, an amused smile stuck on your lips. You watch his cheeks go red. "Just enjoy the attention," you muse.

Guess what?! I'm carrying on the tradition of doing something kinda cool, followed by something extremely stupid moments later~! ★

Warning: There is no S/O, there is no happiness. This is straight up pain. Please don’t read if that’s not your thing. 

The hook caught in his chest, ripping through a pocket between his ribs and jutting out of the tender flesh of his chest. He shrieked. Agonised babbles of pain bubbling across his lips as his fingers desperately grasped at the sharp metal, slipping across the thick layer of blood that had coated it upon his arrival. 

He could feel his muscle tissue straining against the rusted steel; stretching to keep him lifted and dangling upon the macabre meat-hook. He felt useless. Legs violently kicking in a futile attempt to touch the ground and alleviate the pressure in his chest, hands slick with crimson, tears pooling at the edge of his eyes. 

Evan watched him. He had nothing better to do. The brute of a man took a calm, lumbering step backwards to avoid the swinging legs. He was waiting, impatience building. 

Squeaks of pain resonated across the MacMillan Estate, disturbing the crows into panicked flocks. Dwight sobbed, biting at his lip. He felt sick. The cold, spider-like limbs of the Entity were leering over him, waiting to clamp down into his skin and take him. As the agony rippled through his nerves, Dwight could do nothing but beg.