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weskin-time · 1 year

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Ok so Deathslinger, Bubba, Ghostface and Michael with a survivor who yells “You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid” at them while they’re (the survivor) being chased by them (the killer) if that makes sense

Sorry this took so long!! this is my first time writing for the DBD killers so i hope i do them some justice!!

Stretch for DBD survivor when

DBD Killers x GN!Survior

not beta read

Deathslinger

He just wouldn’t get off your ass the entire match.

At the very beginning he was chasing Dwight before he spotted you at a nearby generator before dropping chase and picking it up with you. Weaving in between trees, ducking behind covers, even hiding in a locker never deterred this cowboy from going after you. You weren’t fully paying attention but you think you’ve heard 3 generators pop already, you were surprised you ran him for this long without getting shot or hit.

You chest hurt from how hard your heart was beating and your legs were starting to feel like lead as you ran around the Rotten Fields trying to loose the tall hulking cowboy in the corn. You weren’t even the obsession, he had so many opportunities to shoot you but it almost seemed like he missed on purpose.

You were getting a little fed up honestly.

Turning your head around to look at him aiming down his gun you yelled out to him, “You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid, cowboy!!”

Now that seemed to catch him off guard. Caleb Quinn let out a horse wheeze of a laugh before white hot pain exploded in your stomach. He shot you.

You grabbed onto the harpoon like metal in your abdomen, trying to struggle against the chain as he wound up the gun to bring you closer. You grunted in pain as the tall cowboy pulled you closer to him. You couldn’t break free before you were inches away from him. Part of you thinks you fucked up by teasing him, but another part of you was relieved the chase would finally end.

You prepared to feel the barbed metal rip out of you and a slash across your chest but none came, instead his large hand came down to grip on the spear, effectively holding you in place close to him. You stared up at the massive man, his glowing white eyes bore into your sole it felt like before he pulled you closer by the metal in your stomach and leaned down to put his face in your own. Whips of grey white hair tickled your face as he looked at you with a shit eating grin on his face. You would have been blushing if all the blood wasn’t leaking out of your abdomen.

“So what if I do?” His voice was a tad raspy, it held a slight irish accent mixed with one of a western cowboy, you didn’t expect him to have a voice like that but you also don’t know what you expected him to sound like.

This was the first time you were this close to the man, and as you took in his features you realized he was a handsome man, large scar and all. You two stared at each other for what felt like a minute before he ripped the barbed spear out of your guts and he smacked you with the butt end of his gun making you fall to the ground.

You don’t know if you fucked up by teasing him but you definitely had a new problem now.

The Cannibal

You could hear that chainsaw a mile away. You sighed as you got started putting wires together on a generator in Father Campbell’s Chapel. It had been quiet for quiet some time as you almost finished the generator, but you spoke too soon because a bleeding Meg ran past you and you began to hear heavy footsteps follow her up the stairs.

You lost your focus on the generator escaped you as it exploded in your face. Meg was already gone and now you had Bubba on your tail as you ran and jumped out the window. Barely a grunt came out of you as you landed on the ground, a two story fall was nothing but a little ache on your ankles, the Entity worked in weird ways. You turned to your left and ran your way to the killers shack, behind you you could hear the man’s chainsaw rev up.

You knew this killer was from a movie back in your own world before the Entity took you in its hard grasp, you barely remember the franchise of movies due to the Entity but every time you saw Bubba running around the map you had this flash of a memory in your head, where he’s in a radio station being distracted by a woman, her legs spread and his chainsaw running against her inner thigh. He spared her then, and you wondered if you could fluster him and use that tactic against him.

You entered the shack with an idea in your mind, he set off his chainsaw and swung it around, barely missing you as you ducked into the shack before the last swing hit you. You did your best to run him out the other door and before he could get out you slammed the pallet down on top of him. He let out a squealing sound as he tried to recover from the stun. This was all going to plan.

“You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid!” You stood in place on the other side of the pallet, your entire body told you to run but you went against it.

He straightened out his posture for a second, he looked like you just flash banged him, the skinned face on his own covered any reaction you could gauge but you assumed he was a little shocked as he wasn’t revving his chainsaw to knock the pallet into splinters.

A small gasp like sound came from him, his posture looked conflicted on what to do in this situation and you had a voice in the back of your head wondering if you made him uncomfortable. But you doubled down on your words and gave him a wink.

That seemed to knock him out of what ever kind of spell he was in, and he made a loud chocked squeak and grabbed his yellow bloodstained apron with one hand and moved it to cover his already hidden face. You did it. You flustered the man.

He dropped the apron and turned around, he looked back at you and made a sound before leaving the shack.

You watched him as he left, and you don’t think you could admit this to any other survivor by the campfire but that man was very cute and his reaction to a simple little dumb statement made your mind change it’s opinion on him.

Ghostface

You hated the Hospital. The layout was confusing, you could never find a generator, and there were too many spots a killer could hide from view. Certain killers could use that to their advantage, and one killer in particular did.

Ghostface was a mortal enemy of yours. He would always single you out every match no matter if you were the obsession or not, it was kind of your own fault for it if you were being honest. The first time you met him you made a horror movie reference and he’s been hooked on you ever since, now he chases you around every time he sees you make horror movie quips back and forth before he hooks you and leaves you for dead. He made you hurt. He tore through your flesh in a way no other killer did, he left you sore after trials when normally you were patched up and fine. He was ruthless with you

You were working on the generator in the center of the building, it wasn’t safe as it was out in the open but it was the easiest generator to find on the map. You spotted movement out of the corner of your eye, a black shadow dodged behind a door frame and it settled in your mind of who you were as to who you were being hunted by.

You stopped your movements on the generator and stared at the door frame to see a white mask pop out and look back at you. You might have been imagining it but it looked like he gave you a nod, but you still turned around and booked it. Your heart beat fast as he followed you through rooms, he tried to slash you but you vaulted through a window before he could and his knife hit the wall. He was being quiet today, quieter than normal at least.

You ran him into another room and dropped a pallet on him, stunning him for a second as you ran to get away from him.

“Come back sweetheart! I’m not gonna hurt cha’! I’m just going to bash your brains in!” He referenced The Shining yelling after you, there’s the Ghostface you know and despise.

“Oh Shut it Danny! You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid!” You looked over your shoulder to see he gained back the space lost from being stunned.

You felt leather wrap around your arm and yank you back, turning you around and pulling you close to him. His hand left your arm and grabbed at the collar of your shirt, holding you in place unable to escape his hard grasp. Ghostface pulled you so his mask and your face were inches apart, you could hear his heavy breath muffled by his mask.

“You’ve just figured that out huh?” He didn’t give you any time to register his words before manhandling you into the large shower room of the Hospital before placing your stunned ass into a stall. “Stay here. you and i are going to have a little chat when i get done killing your friends.” He curled his fingers into air quotes on the word chat.

“Wha- huh??” You dumbly asked as he began to turn away from you.

“Oh sweetheart you haven’t noticed that you’re my favorite? That you get special treatment? How i make it hurt worse for you and no one else? You’re the only one I care to talk to hun. Now be a good pet and stay right there till i get back.”

Oh. Oh Okay. You stayed put mostly out of fear but another feeling settled deep in your stomach, a feeling you didn’t want to think about.

The Shape

For being a tall wall of a man, Micheal Myers was silent, he was scary. When they say he stalks they could never truly elaborate the pure primal fear this man made someone feel as he silently chased after them. You had found out the hard way why he was called The Shape.

You were trying to unlock a chest, the action easy but time consuming. Jiggling the lock loose always seemed to do the trick, and you had the time and ability to look around to make sure you were safe while doing so. You were safe as far as you know.

A large hand grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you away from the chest as if you were a baby kitten, but the collar of your shirt dug into your throat and made you choke, effectively stunning you for a short second. The killer used this as an opportunity to turn you around and grab you by the throat. You were face to face with a white empty eyed mask, the brown hair glued onto the old rubber seemed to be wearing away with age. His massive hand was around your throat, his fingers crushing your wind pipe as he lifted you into the air. Pain shot down from your jaw to your shoulders as it felt like your head was going to be ripped off. Blood couldn’t make its way to your head with his vise grip making your vision blur and begin to turn black on the edges. You struggled against his grasp, your hands trying to hold yourself up to relieve the pressure on your neck, your foot came to kick his stomach but he grip tightened and you choked and missed him.

You felt loopy as your head began to swim, you looked into the eye holes of his mask and it must have been the lack of oxygen and blood to your head but part of you liked this. Some part of you was enjoying this. This man was strong enough to hold you’re entire body weight up with just one arm as you wiggled and struggled in his grasp.

“Ohhh you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.” you wheezed out. Your vision started to turn fully black and your lungs began to scream at you.

Your body was jolted as if you’ve been shocked as you harshly and suddenly landed on the hard ground, you gasped and gagged for air, tears now running down your face as you coughed and cried. Your eyes throbbed as the blood began to rush back into your head, your throat burned and your shoulders ached.

You looked up to see Micheal Myers standing stiff as always looming over you. He stared down at you and tilted his head to the side as if he was a confused dog. The empty black eye holes of the mask bore into your recovering body like a cougar stalking its prey. He had dropped you. Why? Did you startle him by talking to him? Did you fluster him? you were right?? Was he going to kill you?

A generator popped in the distance and he straightened up his head. He looked down at you one last time before he turned around and began to head in the direction of the popped generator. You held your throat as you continued to gasp as you watched him walk away. He made it about a ways off before you stopped and turned back to you. You must have still been loopy from the choking because you weakly lifted up a meek thumbs up and he turned back around to find you the other survivors.

What. Was that a good thing?

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boon-schleim · 1 year

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Some barbie-movie poster edits bc I felt like it lmao I hope y'all enjoy 🩷

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mirpamir · 10 months

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To get rid of the noise, I made this

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deadbydangit · 10 months

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Oh my god! You have delivered! >////<

Any chance you could do Ghost Face and Pyramid Head with an injured S/O who is in pain? As in, injured?

I am so glad you're doing more than one killer. I can feel myself building an attachment to Pyramid Head haha <3

I'm so glad my writing is making everyone so happy. I'm going to add a few more characters to this. Please enjoy!

With an injured Reader

Ghostface, Pyramid Head, Mastermind, Cannibal

Ghostface

Ha! Dumbass.

He's going to tease the shit out of you first.

How'd you get hurt doing that?

And he will point and laugh.

That's just who he is.

You can't change that.

He doesn't have much medical knowledge, but he's got the basics.

If it's really serious then he'll show a lot more concern.

He doesn't have enough confidence in his first-aid abilities to fix this.

Sally!

No Herman. Fuck off!

He's not going to attempt to fix that.

He knows he'll just make it worse.

He's actually really scared too.

"Don't worry. Sally's going to patch you up."

But his voice is shaking.

He's going to be holding onto you so tight that he might hurt you more.

He doesn't mean it.

Sally's going to kick him out.

Once he's able to see you, he's going to dote on you.

You won't ever have to lift a finger.

"Don't worry babe, I won't let it ever happen again. I'll protect you."

Pyramid Head

Oh dear.

His poor angel.

You come stumbling in all bruised and bloody and he's immediately running to pick you up.

He can't speak to console you, but he'll pet your hair gently.

He's surprisingly calm.

Perhaps he's just so used to finding people injured that he knows panicking will only do more harm than good.

He has no medical knowledge, so he's probably going to take you to Sally.

Herman may offer, but your boy isn't stupid. He knows Herman would intentionally make things worse.

He's patient and he knows not to interfere.

Sally knows what she's doing.

More so than him anyways.

He trusts her.

After, he'll listen to all the information given and follow all instructions to a T.

He will tend to your wounds, change your bandages, feed you, get you anything you might need.

He's very attentive, if not borderline smoothering.

It pains him to see you brutalized.

You don't deserve this.

Whatever or whoever hurt you will never do so again.

Because he's already destroyed them.

No one should dare hurt his angel.

Mastermind

"Have you learnt your lesson?"

"How did you manage to hurt yourself in that manner?"

He's used to giving orders.

And sometimes giving orders meant not being very nice or sympathetic.

If it's nothing serious, he'll be rather irritated unless it was something completely unavoidable.

But, he doesn't realize you aren't him and can't dodge or withstand the damage he can.

If it's something serious, you'll find yourself in his arms faster than you can see him move.

"Who did this?"

"How did this happen?"

Almost like he wants a debriefing.

Again, it's just how he is.

He'll go after the perpetrator at a later time.

After getting information, he'll make quick work of patching you up.

He's very good at it as well.

All those years as an Umbrella scientist and working for S.T.A.R.S. really makes him well suited for drastic situations.

He'll be giving you a steady supply of what you need.

But he won't indulge you as much as the other would.

And only the minimum amount of drugs.

Unless, of course, you want to give Uroburos a try.

Wesker will spend time with you though, you won't have to worry about being alone.

He won't let anyone harm you again.

Until he leaves one day and comes back an hour later soaked in someone else's blood.

"It's been taken care of dear. No need to worry about them any longer. Now rest. I'm here."

Cannibal

Oh no!

You're injured!

Even if it's minor, he'll be rather panicked.

However, he knows how to take care of it.

If it's something simple or you need stitches, he can help.

He took a very feminine role in his household.

So taking care of others comes as first nature.

If it's something big, he's going to need help.

Bubba can't even begin to think about losing you.

He's not the smartest, but he knows Herman won't be helpful.

He'll turn to Sally for assistance.

He'll be a blubbering sobbing mess trying to explain what was happening.

She knows it isn't his fault.

She will have to keep him out when treating you.

He'll be trying to cling onto you the whole time.

Someone is going to have to physically restrain him so he doesn't burst into the office.

Once he gets you back home, he won't leave your side.

Only to get you what you need.

If you want anything, you tell him.

He feels so guilty that he wasn't there to protect you.

One day you'll be sleeping and wake up to your attacker's severed head and a smiling Bubba.

He loves you so much, he killed the person who hurt you and brought you their head.

Just let him have this. He's really trying.

He wasn't there to protect you before, but you won't have to worry about that ever again.

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dead-by-mending · 8 months

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Lore - based meme dump part 2

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klutzygutsi · 4 months

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BUBBA ~ ♥

#dead by daylight #the texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #bubba sawyer #dbd #dbd bubba #my art

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olivedemon · 6 months

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Bubba in the field🌼

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raccoonspooky · 1 year

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I got a wonderful commission to write Bubba going ham over some tig ol biddies in a dead by daylight setting, so I sure did write the FUCK out of that. This is just a ton of fun. Big boy gets feelings so very quickly. Listen. The first time you're given free reign over a nice pair of tits, you're gonna lose ur fkn mind ok.

(Rated E. 9k words. x Fem reader. DBD setting. Mild mommy kink. Sub!Bubba. Porn with feelings. Bubba POV. y/n device is not used in this fic.)

First few paragraphs and other links under the cut!

It’s not often that the cannibal thinks of home. The Entity doesn’t spoil him with free reign of his memories and it tells him it is a good thing. Spare the rod, spoil the child. The sentiment rings in his thoughts and it speaks in his grandma’s voice, giving him a little taste of something he once loved so very much. In the fog, he does not dwell on hurt. If his master does not want him to remember the bloody end of things that brought him here and the heartbreak and fear that he used to carry with him, then he’s glad for it. The Entity rewards him for his understanding. He’s a good boy, a smart boy and so willing to submit. The Entity’s talons are entwined with his very soul and it feels like love. Feels like family.

Little whispers tell him that he’s meant to be here and he’s welcome to all the spoils his heart desires if he serves his purpose. The saw is the only family he has left and the Entity is kind in never keeping it far from his person. He is a tool to the all-knowing, something much much larger than Texas and he is happy to follow its commands.

He sleeps, dreaming of all the wonderful things the Entity spoils him with and he’s a glutton for the sense of warmth and sunshine. It doesn’t matter if it's fabricated. He loves it nonetheless. There’s fresh laundry on the line, shirts billow in the breeze—, Grandpa’s withered hands feebly shake as he deals out another round of cribbage. Mama’s still alive, she’s workin’ on her stitching in a rocking chair that has floorboards creaking with her movement. His brothers are at the table and no one’s bickering. He has no bruises, no one snaps at him for gurgling out his happiness and the kitchen smells like apple pie. Bubba would do anything for more of this, he’d do anything to stay right here forever— but he can already feel the pull of the Entity’s call.

It’s a gentle thing. It tells him to wake up and put on his tie. There’s work to do and it needs him to put on a brave face. He is a killer. He is a weapon and it needs him to slaughter the little bugs that have weeviled into its endless fields of fog. Rot starts small. One maggot becomes many in just a few hours. Fresh meat starts to turn the moment it’s left to sit. It's a big place in this world beyond and he’s so glad to be given such an important job.

Soon, he comes back into contact with his body and his fingers tighten around the handle of his saw with purpose. The world around him feels like a soft quilted blanket that’s pulled up to his ears, he’s safe here. Loved even. The Entity loves him and he loves it too. It saved him from the bad people who woulda killed him, who killed his brothers and left his home in ruin. Go on now, it whispers, using a voice that makes the hair on his arms stand on end. Its tone has him feeling small. Show ‘em what you’re made of. Don’t disappoint me.

He knows what realm he steps into before it stitches itself together, the air turns crisp but it’s dead in his lungs. A metal gate creaks on its hinge and dry corn stalks whisper to each other, sharing secrets in the distance. He’s in a barn and the remnants of the fog tickle his ankles as if asking him if he understands its joke. He doesn’t understand, but the licking sensation has him giggling nonetheless. This place is one of his favorites, it reminds him of home. The air’s colder though and the farmhouse that looms across the cornfield is not at all like his.

At the edge of all this, there's a sense of hunger that has his tongue anxiously rubbing against the roof of his mouth. There’s movement all around him, cold breeze sneaks through his clothes. The Entity leads him like a shepherd, pointing him in the direction of where to go and its guidance is almost chastising. He should know this by now, he should know what it needs of him. Something implores him to pivot on his heel and his anticipation is met with a metallic BANG that cuts through the realm’s relative quiet.

In an instant, hesitant trepidation cuts to rage. The Entity is hungry, it’s always hungry. It’s the Cannibal’s job to provide all that it asks for. What good is he otherwise? He charges toward the noise while tasting iron at the back of his throat, he can smell the trespassers on the wind. With his weapon raised above his head, he turns a corner to meet two strangers. His saw barks and snarls like a hungry dog. He’s snarling too. Violent, animal noises strangle out from his throat in greeting toward a man with a funny haircut and a pretty girl who scream in startled terror. The generator they were working on sputters black smoke that assaults Bubba’s nostrils and he grunts in displeasure. He’s not a fan of the smell and it adds to the sense of violence that urges him into attacking.

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shy-marker-pliers · 1 year

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when you have 200 different things to do and your family members won’t stop telling you to commit acts of violence but ur literally Just A Guy

(free to use and repost with credit)

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ask-theoverseer-max · 2 years

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*Wakes up in a cold sweat*

"LeatherFace Cooking Show."

*Falls back asleep*

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jacketgeist · 2 years

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Baby bubba

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deadbydangit · 8 months

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Hey how's it going? I wanted to know if it's possible for you to do something where we like to show affection in a physical way with Dwight, David, Chris, Oni, Bubba and Trapper. Thanks in advance if you do.

I can absolutely do that. Since there are more than three characters, it will be shorter. I hope this is okay. Please enjoy.

How they React to Being Shown Affection

Dwight, David, Chris, Oni, Bubba, Trapper

Dwight Fairfield

"You're hugging me?"

You thought he might be offended.

Try to let go.

Dwight won't let you.

"I mean, I really like it. But why?"

He's asking why you would give him a hug.

Him?

There are so many other better people to give a hug to.

But you've chosen him.

He'll just melt into your affection.

This touch starved boy will melt into your arms at any display.

A hug?

Drapped over you.

A kiss?

On your lap like a kitten.

He's never felt this loved before.

And he can't get enough.

David King

Can go one of two ways.

One: macho man.

He's a macho man, he doesn't need all that lovey dovey crap.

Okay, he does.

Like, really badly.

But not in public.

Ruins his reputation.

Two: look at my cute s/o.

Hang on his arm, kiss his cheek, do all that.

He wants to show you off.

And, by showing you off, he shows how cool he is.

"Can't get enough of me, can you love?"

In private, he's a total teddy bear.

In fact, if David doesn't have you within arms reach, he'll pull you back toward him.

Stay in his arms.

If he could, he'd have that last forever.

Chris Redfield

Okay, so this man is an actually teddy bear.

He gives the best hugs.

"Com'me."

And you'll be in his arms.

He's very strong.

You have to be if you punch boulders.

You show him affection?

He'll give it right back.

Twice as much.

He's kind of competitive that way.

In public or private, he's a snuggle bug.

When in public, he likes to wrap his arm around you.

It's his way of staking claim.

Not that he owns you, but that you're with him.

And God help anyone that messes with Chris Redfield.

Oni

He's old fashioned.

Japanese feudal old fashion.

There was no dating, there was marriage.

And marriage wasn't usually out of affection, it was out of continuing the family name.

Even if your relationship is different, he still holds onto some old values.

Showing affection in public?

Big no-no.

No hugs, no kisses, no holding hands.

It isn't you.

Kazan is just a product of his time.

In private he's a lot more willing.

He enjoys when you sit on his lap.

Just nuzzled up to him makes him feel safer.

You're there, you're safe.

He also really loves when you kiss his forehead.

He'll lean into it like a cat.

If you call him a big softy he'll pretend to get irritated.

But he's really enjoying the attention.

So don't stop.

Cannibal

Kiss?

You'll give him a kiss?

It's the happiest day of his life.

People, in general, aren't really nice to him.

Not even his own family really cared.

He's touch starved and it's obvious.

Anytime you touch him, even if it's just a tap on the shoulder, he gets giddy and pulls you into his arms.

It doesn't matter when or where either.

Public or private.

Bubba welcomes all love at any time.

If he wants attention, he'll just pick you up.

Especially if you're giving too much attention to someone else.

You're his teddy bear and he just loves you so much.

Nothing wrong with that, right?

Trapper

Evan isn't a fan of touching.

Or so he claims.

In public, he has a reputation to maintain, and, as much as he loves you, he can't ruin it.

So, that's a no go for PDA.

In private?

That's a different story.

He has moments where he really just relishes in the affection.

He isn't as touch starved as others, but he definitely didn't get any affection when he was a child.

At those times, he doesn't want to let you go.

His hands are always around you or holding your hand.

He likes stroking your cheek before pressing his forehead against yours.

Having you so close, being able to hear your heart beat.

You're real, and you there.

And he's very gentle.

He treats you like you're made of glass.

That you're a treasure that he can't go without.

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