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[wallywaffle]

A/N: first smut guys… don’t judge… ALSOOO dicks lowkey kinda mean in this 🙈

JUST IMAGINING Dick Grayson behind you, his arms caging you around the neck and practically choking you. You wouldn’t be able to explain how you two got into this position in the first place, but hey; you aren’t complaining. You were the overconfident one who said they could handle it in the first place.

“Fuck. You take me so well, don’t you? Wanna paint this pretty pussy with my cum.”

You can hear him grunting as his hips snap repetitively against yours. He grips your hair tightly, pushing your face against the pillow as you cry out, begging for him to slow down. You weren’t thinking so big now- you actually couldn’t think about anything at all except for how his cock kept bullying itself into your tight cunt.

“Thought you said you could handle it,” he grunts out. “Kept complainin’ that I was mellow. He scoffs, clearly amused. “This good enough for you, sweetheart?” You can only nod mindlessly, holding onto the sheets for dear life.

He runs a hand through his hair, the sweat clinging to his flexed arms. He grabs your face, holding it in his hands while squeezing your cheeks as he brings his forehead to yours.

“Huh? Answer me.” He slows down his movements, keeping his line of sight fixed on you and your doe-eyed, teary expression.

“T’s too much, Dick,” you whine.

He retaliates to your comment by pressing his body weight down on you, pushing his hands down on your thighs.

“What, my cock’s too big for your pathetic pussy to take?” he mocks. He brings his mouth close to your ear, and you moan as he takes one, hard, long bite of it.

“Well too fucking bad, princess.”

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If you’re looking for ideas for smut, you can never go wrong with delving into Price having a breeding kink (or any of TF141 really, but tell me that bear of a man doesn’t have one)

price is not young anymore.

his knees creak when he rises from his desk. the hairs that land in his sink after shaving have gone grey, and his crow's feet have dug every trench he's visited throughout the decades he's been in the service.

he isn't afraid of aging, and doesn't dislike the developments. burly hair and thick skin weigh right on a man like him- ironclad and larger than the vessel he resides. his low voice doesn't suit youth anymore anyway.

but he does realize the time for family dwindles. the desk in his office feels barren and so does the left side of his bed.

it's a fungal desire, festers unknowingly in his stomach until he has you, sweet little bird from his local, knees to your head. months of cold and blisters, seared by your drooling cunt that you offered with your batted lashes and slow sips. minx.

you whine from under him, soft nails holding the freckles on his back as he ruts deeper. holds your hips with plum grim, feels how your gut stutters.

"that's it, darl, takin me so well."

"w-wait. i don't- hhuu- im not on."

he knows. researched your prescription history soon after spotting you last week. that, and your favorite color. it lays somewhere in the dark on his shirt.

hushes you and pushes the back of your knees farther, bracing another deep thrust. when he does, you lose it, and he spills into your cunt. stays there until he thinks it's set.

hopes they have your eyes as he pulls out and kisses your flyaways.

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𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑𝖾𝖽. 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀. 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗒𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒; 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅.

𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗏𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗎𝗉. 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅. 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒.

𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋. 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 “𝗌𝗁𝗁𝗁” 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇. 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆—𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾. 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍, 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽.

𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍, 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 “𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁.” 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽. 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾—𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 5 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗉. 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌. 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇’𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝗈𝗁, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌.

𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗀𝗈. 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾; 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗋��, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗌. 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 4 𝖺.𝗆. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅—𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾—𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇.

𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗓𝗓𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌. 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗓𝗓𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄—𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀—𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾.

𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘥?” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎: 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇.

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎; 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅. 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾, 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾. 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.

𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍, 𝗅𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 ��𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒—𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾. 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌.

𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌. 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗄 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅.

[wallywaffle]

Stupid question I got but how’d some of your OCs feel about thigh high socks, pantyhose, and just general borderline provocative clothing?

Also any of them prefer lingerie? Or don’t really care for it at all?

yandere boys and provocative clothing

Hmm interesting question. I think that each guy has his own version of provocative clothing - something you wear that immediately has him undoing his belt - and its not always what you expect.

Yandere! Cowboy is the happiest man around when it's sundress season. Pretty and flowy and showing off your tits just right. Not to mention the easy access. He'll probably come up behind you and pin you between the kitchen table and his body, hands trailing up your thighs and his nose pressed against your hair.

"Wearin' such a pretty dress means you want me to fuck your little brains out, don't it sugar?"

Yandere! Soldier goes feral when you wear his shirts and socks and nothing else. Nipples just visible through the thin cotton. He's much bigger than you, and his shirts usually fall between mid and upper thigh on you. Seeing the size difference manifested like that is so damn sexy. He's the type to tug at your hemline again and again until you snap at him and give him a reason to pull you onto his lap.

"так грубо - So rude. Shouldn't you be nicer to me when you're wearing my clothes?"

Yandere! Boyfriend buys you tiny, tight gym sets. The kind that toe the line between appropriate and not. HOWEVER you will absolutely not be wearing any of them out of the house. They're perfect for lifting weights in the garage, but no one gets to see you dressed like that besides him. After a long, brutal gym session he loves peeling your sports bra off. Totally ignoring you when you beg him to at least let you shower first.

"C'mon baby, as your personal trainer it's my job to take care of you after such a gruelling set."

Yandere! State Trooper gets turned on so damn easy by heels and pencil skirts. Loves the way your legs look a mile long and he can just make out the heart shape of your ass. Kinda corporate core, it makes him feel all the filthier to have you on your knees. Gets out all the tension after a long day of dealing with stuck up business assholes who think money puts them above the law.

"Say pretty please and maybe I won't handcuff you this time."

Yandere! Academic Rival has low-key Internet brainrot. He gets off to you whenever you look like an e-girl, complete with thigh high socks and a tight leather choker. He might be all old money on the outside, but deep down he's a total gooner. Did you figure it out early on and now constantly use it to your advantage? Who's to say...

"Goddammit, how am I supposed to study when you're dressed like that?!"

Yandere! Cyberpunk Mercenary likes latex and neon, unsurprisingly. Bright body suits that glow fuschia and acid green under the blacklights, showing off your curves like a glow in the dark fuck toy. And tight latex catsuits so he can oil up your thighs and fuck himself silly between them.

"Aww pretty little rich girl doesn't know how to take cock? Don't worry darl', I'll teach you."

Yandere! Sugar Daddy loves designer lingerie. He wants his to girl to dress up for him in the rarest and finest sets, just so he can peel it away layer by layer. He's also got a thing for vintage lingerie. Stuff from older designer collections that's almost impossible to find. The thrill of tracking down a new piece is half the fun.

"My gorgeous girl, you look so good. Just stand still and let me admire you."

Yandere! Werewolf really loves the way you look in your cheerleader uniform. Short skirt, pigtails, so fucking cute he could just gobble you up. And he adores it when you wear his football jersey - his scent is all over it and it drives him crazy knowing it's rubbing off on you. In his dreams, you're usually wearing his jersey and nothing else.

"I'm panting because of training, not because of how good you look, I swear."

[wallywaffle]

How about a nsfw yandere cannibal butcher x fem reader? Absolute unit of a man that has a feederism kink and likes to have her cockwarming him (with occasional thrusts) while she is forced to eat his human meals. He likes groping her thighs, breasts, and belly envisioning her weight gain because of him. He's cooing, telling her she's finally eating some good quality food.

A/N: I have been wanting to write this for SO LONG, I hope I did it justice, I think there’s a specific niche for this kind of story but I enjoyed writing it out~

Synopsis: Anon pretty much said it all

CW: NSFW, NON-CON, dead dove do not eat, AFAB Reader, yandere themes, cannibalism (reader consumption), feederism, penetration, groping, objectification

The hazy brown-orange glow of the moon, so far away and yet bigger than you had ever seen it in your hometown, to the old radio humming across from you-- it all was a meaningless distraction away from the sinewy fiber between your teeth. Focusing on anything other than the chewing was better; your eyes searched for cracks between the old renovated farmhouse across from its grandfather clock, running down to the unlit fireplace. The seasonings on your tongue reminded you of herby chicken, maybe something you’d end up cooking and partly burning at your cruddy old apartment. An apartment hundreds of miles away from here. The man beneath you seemed to hum along to the radio, your body sitting atop his as he leaned back in a wooden chair, watching you from behind. 

Another finger-full of meat came up to your lips, pressing against them and waiting for them to open once you finished swallowing. You tried to eat it as quickly as possible, faster than he could put the next chunk up to your mouth, but you always failed. 

“In we go,” He mumbles, a slight groan following as something beneath you twitches. 

You nearly gag as you open your mouth again, the meat resting in between teeth and at the back of your throat as you have yet to finish swallowing. 

It almost reminds you of the barbeque you had at your friend’s bachelorette party, which seemed ages ago. Why she picked to have her wedding hours away from where you two grew up, you didn’t know. Maybe if she had chosen somewhere closer to home, you wouldn’t be where you are now, trying to numb your taste buds and the sensation of a thickness your panty-less self was swallowing from below. 

“Right there..” He sighs, watching you chew, your cheeks puffing out just slightly from how much food he kept shoving for you to accept. 

You wished he would give you a bite of something else, at least a bite of peas or a sip of ice tea to drown out the flavor of something… wrong. Even if it showed resemblances of familiarity in flavor, you knew it wasn’t something you had ever tasted before; something you would have thrown up at the thought of if it weren’t for your survival depending on its consumption. Maybe if you hadn’t seen the chopped forearm in the fridge, the blood trailing to the basement, you'd have an easier time pretending.

He rocked just slightly inside you, enjoying the way your thighs squished against his, how when he thrusted just slightly up, the bottom of the table stopped you from going anywhere-- a wonderful source of friction. 

“You’re going to get so pretty; not like you aren’t pretty already, of course… but with me cooking for you… oh baby.” He seemed to stutter, unusually so from how careful he was when he usually spoke; but the grip of your inner cunt’s walls squeezing around him in almost everything but pleasure, it took him to a different place. “I won’t stop until you’re full. And even then.. Well, we need to make sure you’re nice and healthy, all soft with never a moment where you’re hungry. Isn’t that right?” 

He seemed almost breathless as he asked, a warm hand snaking up your T-shirt.

 He loved to rub the flesh of your stomach, from below your navel at the roundness of your belly, nearly reaching to the depths of where he was comfortably pushed inside, to the top of your abdomen where your skin grew smooth and the round bottoms of your breasts rested, heaving with each shuddered breath. 

You nodded compliantly, taking the excuse of a full mouth from having to respond verbally as he had expected you to do so. You hated the stuttering nod of your head, the obediency-- but you were well versed with the potential consequences.  

He leaned his chin on your shoulder, sucking through his teeth as you minutely adjusted on top of him, your thighs forcibly spread and squeezing against his. Your ankles could have wrapped around his own if you had dared to do so; but you were afraid of touching him anywhere you didn’t have to. He was a bulging creature, arms large and taut from years of slinging butcher knives and de-gutting anything that was once alive. Maybe if you were with anyone else, you would’ve appreciated the touch of a strong man, stroking you and holding you so close you felt like there was a warm safety net surrounding you. 

His hand, far too warm and calloused, rested against your chest as his other grabbed one of your thighs. He readjusted you on top of him by lifting up your upper thigh, thrusting just a teensy bit to tease you-- only to lower you at a painfully slow pace. His hot breath hit the back of your neck, released from a long sigh and a groan between his teeth. It wasn’t nearly as slow as the first time he entered you, only preparing you with slow curls of his index and middle finger, barely wettening you enough to take him. 

This time, he had aroused himself enough and hit your sensitive, begrudgingly lustful walls to make a smooth entrance, one that made you clench your eyes shut and swallow so hard you coughed. It felt so deep, now that your tailbone was angled backward, the butcher leaning up to completely indulge himself inside of you. You couldn't help but clench, all the way up to your fists at the new stretch. 

He patted your back as you continued to cough, your throat hoarse from layers of dryness. 

“You’re okay baby, cough it up,” Pulling you toward him he rested your back against his brick aproned chest, using his free hand to grab the tall glass resting on the table. “Take a drink, nice and slow.”

 With its pretty little plastic blue straw, he put the glass up to your mouth. You drank as much as you could, grateful for the mere seconds you got to stop eating. 

It wasn’t until you let go of the straw with a great inhale did you feel the warmth cradling your breast, smoothing its underside with wide fingers and running a thumb over your nipple. He teased it, just enough with the scratchy fabric of his T-shirt he made you wear, causing it to perk up and bring goosebumps to your skin. 

You would have stayed as far off of him as possible if it weren’t for that hand cradling at your breast to lock you against him, his other putting down the glass only to go right back to your naked hip, running over the wrinkles in your flesh and squeezing gently at the muscle of your thigh. 

“Need a break, hm?” He looked at you from behind, nearly putting his cheek to yours as he came close to your ear. “That’s okay, we can enjoy each other’s company for a moment.” 

You pretended to cough again, hoping he wouldn’t try to get you to speak. His hands did enough talking for the both of you. 

You didn’t know how anyone could stay this hard during the entirety of your long, long meal, and yet he was still a warm rock inside of you, twitching and enjoying the uncomfortable little movements you did to get adjusted. But most of all, he liked to watch you take a piece of meat from his fingers, to have your tongue just slightly lick at his index finger as you graciously accepted it. It was as if he could envision it becoming a part of you already, your body growing pliant and soft and willful for him to meld to his whims, for him to grope and caress as roughly or as soft as he desired. 

He would never hurt you though; not unless you needed to be put in your place. And even then, he’d make sure your beautiful body was intact and your willingness towards him ever pliable; still as malleable as he could control. He needed to take care of you, to fix the damage the outside world had caused.

“I’m sure it feels good to eat some real food, hm? Not that garbage they were feeding you at that poor excuse of an event…” The butcher inhaled at the nape of your neck, enjoying the way you perspired from the hot summer night and panic that dominated your body. “It’s hard to come by, you know. Not everyone is as lucky as you are, getting treated like a princess and fed by my hand; all of that preservative trash you’ve had to eat will be replaced with some real, quality, grade A meat. Isn’t that right?”

He waited for your answer, pressing his forehead into your hair and inhaling above your ear.

“...Yes.” You whispered, so faint that he might not have caught it if he weren’t so close. 

“Mhm…That’s right.”

Your compliancy, the illusion of your willingness and ‘equal desire’ drove him mad. The butcher put a knuckle to your chin, turning your despondent face toward him, ready to be consumed. He kissed you sloppily, a needy tongue making its way to explore your mouth and taste you; He wanted a part of him inside you, and you within him-- he would never feel satisfied otherwise. The wet echoes of his kisses to your slack jaw resounded around the living room, a place that made you feel transferred back in time, completely out of your element. 

You were just a stuffed doll, limp and holding on to the possibility that your disappearance would be noticed eventually, for someone to realize you hadn’t gotten home after your friend’s wedding ceremony, that you were nowhere to be found. With each passing second, that hope seemed to diminish. 

The butcher gave a lasting open-mouthed kiss to taste the saltiness of your neck, resting his lips against it as he scoured your half-eaten plate again. He picked up a slivered piece of cooked meat, large enough that you wouldn’t be able to finish it in one bite. 

“You won’t ever understand how long I’ve waited so long for you, to find you and fill you up like this.”

He slipped a piece of what you had given up on convincing yourself was chicken in between your hesitant lips, letting his thumb rest against your tongue. Your mouth was so full, you had a hard time chewing, but the butcher didn’t care; he pressed the meat further down your throat, enjoying the texture of saliva and teeth on his fingers. 

The electric current of watching your salacious figure, the image of you obeying what he desired-- it ran through him, making him groan at the arousal, running down to his cock pulsing inside of you. It nudged at your G-spot, as if it were actively seeking out your sensitivity with each stuttered thrust upward he made against you.

But you thanked your stars that he was beginning to pant, so transparently getting closer to his finale and would soon be done with you-- at least, you hoped. 

“Just getting to see you sit here and eat…My fucking soulmate, my darling…hah... It makes waiting to finish all the more worth it--!”

[wallywaffle]

john who’s married to reader, who’s very comfortable in her home. even when the boys are staying…

the first time they came over and you did it, it shocked them to their fucking core. everything had seemed normal up until this point. you greeted them all with a hug, a kiss for your husband, and seat them all in the kitchen. beers and dinner placed in front of then within the next couple of minutes. what a sweetie…

you planted yourself on john’s lap, your plate next to his at the head of the table. your serving already dished up by your husband whilst you took care of his men. he feeds you from his fingers every once in a while, no one says a word when you suck his fingers after, cleaning them up with your tongue. that wasn’t even the craziest part…

no, it was the next morning when they were all sat at the dinner table again. john at the stove frying up bacon, eggs and all the fixings for a full english whilst you take your morning shower. everyone turns their head to greet you when they hear your feet padding down the stairs, only to shoot out their heads when you come prancing in, naked as the day you were born

except for john, who presses a kiss to the top of your head when you grab your coffee (already made by your husband) off the counter. simon, soap and kyle on the other hand, don’t know whether it’s acceptable to look at you right now, or if their captain expects them to avert their eyes for a minute

but then john sits at the table, same place as the night before. and then you sit at the table, also the same place as the night before. stark naked for all the lads to gape it. johnny’s eyes flicking between your tits and your husband, waiting for him to wake up from this clear wet dream

but you pay no mind to the men gawking at the scene in front of him, your damp skin glistening as you sit on john’s thigh and chow down on your toast. your husband couldn’t care less about your state of dress as he reads through the morning paper, arm hooked around your hips and thumb grazing just below your belly button…

[wallywaffle]

You had long since lost track of what Captain John Price was yelling in your face. Yes, you had almost gotten yourself killed on the latest mission. Did you regret it when you realized you’d have a limp for a bit? Yes. Did you regret it now, hearing that gruff accented voice directed at you? Hell no.

Even during debriefs, you could get lost in the gentle rumble of his voice. But this right now was something different. His words were biting, filled with an intensity that you normally only saw in the midst of missions- not on base and not directed at you.

You bit down on the soft plush of your bottom lip and a moment of silence settles over you. His icy blue eyes bore into yours. It’s like staring down a dog that’s about to snap its teeth at you again. Needing to fill the silence, you gave a quick response, “What was that last part, sir?” This’ll piss him off more but that’s what you want.

He stares at you a moment, processing your audacity before exploding once again. “Bloody fuckin’ hell, Sergeant! You don’t listen to me here, you don’t listen to me on the field. It’s a fuckin’ miracle you’ve survived this long. Pull that shit again, I dare ya, girl. What the fuck is wrong with you?” His voice is a low growl as he steps closer, like he’s about to reach for the back of your neck and jostle some sense into you.

Your cheeks are flushed at this point. There’s no denying that or the subtle ache between your legs. You let out a slow breath, spotting movement in your peripheral and meeting Soap’s gaze. He seems to see right through you, a cocky smirk on his face. “She’s got the hots for ya, Cap’n. Tha’s wha’s wrong with her.”

Price stares at you a moment more, completely taken aback as he reassesses you. And then he turns around, muttering something about not getting paid enough. You stand there mortified before chasing off after Soap to berate him for outing you like that.

[wallywaffle]

neighbors (tf141 x fem! reader)

part II: company

tw: a bit of obsession and touches from the boys but nothing sexual!! possessiveness. mentions of reader fitting ‘snug’ in a dress but nothing to specific. that’s it. - xoxo

the ride back home was quiet.

silence stretching over the small murmurs of the radio warning people of temperatures dropping along with the sound of the engine running as you drove, grocery bags shoved into the back of the seat.

it really wasn’t until you made it home that you had snapped out of your momentarily dream-like state that you realized what you have done.

you still couldn’t believe it. why couldn’t you just have come up with something, anything to avoid making a fool of yourself with how bad you’re with people.

“oh god,” you groan to yourself. pressing your forehead against the steering wheel with embarrassment taking over your senses. why of all times did you just have to coincidently bump into them?!

you really would’ve preferred it if you had encountered them on a free day and not when you’re trudging around the damn store with your dingy old work clothes. then again, kyle and johnny seemed.. trustworthy at first glance. not to mention how beautiful they were.

they carried an air to them that felt friendly enough but dangerous as well. your brain going blank for a moment when you were surrounded by the two men. an invisible thread luring you into their trap. you don’t know if it was kyles sweet voice or the smell of amber from johnny’s cologne, but they had left you with a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach. leaving you in a trance for a split-second before uttering the only syllables you could think of.

blood rushes to your face with shame thinking about them in such ways. how long has it been since you’ve experienced this? clearly long enough from the looks of it. your palms are sweaty, breath a bit short, and your heart is practically beating its way out of your chest like you’re some sort of high school girl being forced to confess to their crush.

you jolt a bit at the sound of a small “buzz” coming from your phone. your eyes almost bulging out of your skull when you unlock your screen— it’s a message from johnny and kyle.

< made a small group chat to make it easier. hope you don’t mind luv :)

< we’ll see ye tmrw night, right bonnie?

your fingers hover over the keys, chewing at your bottom lip anxiously as you contemplate how to respond. kyle had mentioned meeting the rest of the team, ignoring how just the thought of talking to them made you want to curl yourself up into a ball until you became invisible. it really wouldn’t hurt to meet them. it will be okay. they were your neighbors for god sake.

taking a deep breath, you typed out what you were going to say.

> sure! sounds good. 👍🏼

you barely managed to calm down your nerves before your phone vibrated again.

< atta girl. we’ll see ye at 6.

what did you get yourself into.

you had nearly forgotten how much effort it takes to get ready.

you really weren’t one to wake up early, especially during your off days but today was an exemption. hopping into the shower to shave, exfoliate, moisturize, and pretty much scrub off every crevice from your body as soon as your alarm went off. practically stumbling your way out of the bathroom with how lightheaded you felt by the end of it.

your makeup was next. trying your best to copy a look off of pinterest and almost calling it a day with the many times you had to redo your eyeliner. nevertheless, you had successfully overcome that obstacle. which brings you to your own little dilemma: you had nothing good to wear.

all the clothes varied from old band t-shirts, jeans and sweatpants you wore to laze around. you rarely went out and when you did, it would only be for a short period of time to run some errands or to visit the old bat.

“come on closet, give me something, anything!” cursing to yourself in desperation as you rummaged through the pits of your closet.

after what seemed like forever, your hand grazed against a soft material, pulling it out to reveal a dress. it was no fancy dress but it definitely looked like the better option to wear. it was off-the-shoulder, had long-sleeves, and was long enough to cover your thighs but a bit small around the edges with how snug it felt against your body. it must have been lying around in your closet for who knows how long considering how you have no clue why or when you even bought it.

it felt weird, and new as your ran your hand against the fabric. hesitation soon clouding your mind as you look at yourself in the mirror.

maybe this was a bad idea. you should have said no. you’ll just look weird, now you’re going to make a fool of yours—

—catching glimpse of the time you gasp. shit. no time to mop in your own feelings. quickly and gently pulling the sheer material of your tights over your legs and tying the laces of your boots once you got to the door, doing a quick once-over in front of your mirror before you were out the house. wine in hand as a last minute resort to bring something. a courtesy on your part really.

they were just across from you, why are you so nervous to meet your neighbors? neighbors do this all the time. this is completely normal.

a chill running down your spine with the sudden cold gust of wind brushing over your face even with your coat on. you stood there in front of their door for a bit, subconsciously shifting your weight on each of your legs as you swayed in apprehension.

you can do it. it’s okay, just knock.

taking a deep breath in, you lifted your hand up, planting three solid knocks against the wood of the door and quickly pulling it back once you hear the heavy footsteps of someone coming.

you stiffened once you hear the click of the door opening, your breath catching in your throat as you crane your neck a bit to see the man in front of you.

skull face.

it takes you a moment to recognize who he is now that he’s not wearing a balaclava. instead, he has a black surgical mask adoring his face, just enough to cover most of his features but revealing enough to see the small details. he’s a dirty blonde that’s for sure, making him look less intimidating than when you saw him for the first time. his dark eyes are roaming over your figure, leaving you standing still in fear of some way offending him if you even dared to move just an inch.

he’s wearing a grey long-sleeve shirt, along with a pair of grey joggers. you hope you hadn’t interrupted his sleep with how disheveled his hair looks. he looks comfortable though, questioning your own choice of attire. you might have overdressed.

before you could open your mouth to introduce yourself, a booming voice can be heard from behind the man.

“don’ be scarin’ off our guest, simon!” a toothy grin on his face as he slides next to the taller man. arm wrapping around simon’s waist before letting out a low whistle that makes your cheeks warm in embarrassment. “well look at ye. so bonnie, m’ glad ye could make it lass, come in. gaz is just finishing up makin’ us dinner.”

nodding, your eyes flicker back at simon as you extend your hand for him to take. “it’s nice to meet you, simon. I, uh, live across from you guys.”a throaty grunt coming from him as he engulfs your hand in his, firmly shaking your hand in return.

they let you in once introductions are over, johnny’s hand hovering over the sole of your back as he follows you into the living room, telling you to get comfortable.

“don’ ye worry, simon doesn’t bite.” looking over at the man with an expression only him and simon would understand as he grabs the wine from your hands, disappearing into the kitchen.

it was awkward to the say the least. silence stretching over the two of you as simon sits across from you on an arm chair, book in his hands and eyebrows scrunched up in concentration.

it went on like that for about a few minutes before simon’s gravely voice cut through the stillness of the room.

“you like it so far?” he asks. the question catching you off guard before realizing what he means. “oh, yes! everyone’s been so nice and welcoming. especially auntie lottie.” a small smile forming on your lips as you recounter your many little dates together.

simon’s eyes crinkle at that, setting the book down beside him as he crosses his arms over his chest. sleeve rolling up a bit to reveal some ink. “‘s there a particular reason why you moved here?”

alarm bells ring in your mind at that. for someone who’s quiet, he sure likes to ask personal questions. you’re new to the neighborhood though, you could understand if he’s wary of you.

“I had some ‘issues’ with my roommate. now ex-roommate,” you say. a deep hum coming from the man across from you as he tilts his head to the side. “can’t say i don’t know what that feels like. have to deal with these muppets all the time.”

you can’t help but laugh at that, shaking your head in amusement. “for some reason I doubt they’re any worse than the person I lived with.”

“must have been a hell of a roommate then. you’ve peaked my interest sweetheart.” simon’s shoulders relaxing from their tense position once he heard the sweet sound of your laughter.

he had to admit, he was wrong about you. you were not who he envisioned you to be. his own skepticism plaguing his mind when gaz and soap came through the door with news about the new neighbor. johnny gushing about how much of a sweet thing you were and kyle nodding in agreement as he listened. price leaning against the wall as he watched the whole thing with a raised eyebrow.

“we have tae invite her over ghost. you’ll like her, ah promise.”

he was ready to decline the offer. ready to scold johnny for even suggesting inviting a stranger over, especially one he and price hadn’t met before. yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. seeing how johnny eyes practically screamed please and how kyle’s own head leaned against his chest as he stared at him.

“I don’t see a problem with it.” price said, giving simon a small shrug as he sipped on his tea.

jaw clenching, he sighed.

“fine.”

now looking at you, he understands why the boys took interest in you. you were gorgeous. a nervous thing. you reminded him of a scruffy kitten with how skittish and bad you were at holding eye contact. your fingers picking at the fabric of your tights that will surely leave a rip by the of the night. he had a feeling price will love a pretty doll like you.

he knew you lived alone. johnny and kyle had suspected you did and it didn’t take long for him and price to figure out you had no one to come home to with how much of a chatter box auntie lottie could be.

and for some reason the thought of you being alone left him with an annoying itch in his brain. an itch that had his fists curling until his knuckles turned white as he stared at you. who would leave such a sweet thing like you all alone?

“simon?” your voice cuts through his thoughts. eyes flickering towards you as your warm palm lays against his knee. eyes furrowing in confusion as you stare at him with those pretty eyes. “are you okay?”

“‘m fine. don’t worry, love.” your lips turning into a small smile as you retreat your hand, fighting the urge to grab you and hold you against him forever.

silence falls between you again. your palms sweating a bit as you feel simon’s eyes on you.

your attention is soon ripped away from your hands as you hear the door opening, revealing the older man from a few days ago.

mutton chops.

he looks better up close. beard nicely trimmed and kind eyes as he stares at you. he has his winter clothes on. beanie on top of his head along with a jacket and cargo pants.

placing the grocery bags he was carrying on the counter next to the door as he makes his way next to simon.

“and who might this be?” he asks, staring down at you as you scramble to stand up and walk towards him. stuttering a small introduction as you extend your hand which he takes and brings closer to his face. staring wide-eyed as he presses a small kiss against the skin before he lets you go.

“it’s a pleasure to meet you love. the boys have been talking about you.” he says, letting out a gruff chuckle as he takes the beanie off his head.

“i hope good things, sir.” you return with a tight smile. a small snort could be heard next to him as simon tilts his chin down to hide his laughter. mutton chops sending him a hard glare before returning his attention back to you.

“just call me john, darlin’. we are all friends here, right?” you could only nod, muttering a small apology before kyle and johnny come walking back to the living room, announcing that dinner is ready.

kyle brings you into a hug, pressing a small kiss against the side of your face between your jaw and neck that has you sucking in your breath.

“I’m so glad you could make it, love. I hope you’re hungry, i made a big feast.” his hands lingering a bit before johnny slides next to him, pushing him a bit to the side.

“kyle an’ simon are our little chefs of the house.” sending a teasing look at their direction as simon just rolls his eyes while kyle pulls johnny in for a quick kiss. your face heating up as you’re smushed between their bodies.

“stop hovering’ over the bird and let’s eat. we all are hungry.” price says, gently pulling you close to him as he leads you to the dinner table. the boys following behind them as you hear johnny and kyle wince at simon smacking them on the back of their head.

dinner goes smoothly. your tummy full with all the delicious food kyle made that had you moaning with every bite. kyle biting his lip to hide the small grin forming with how he preened in satisfaction.

with everyone occupied with their food, you took the moment to analyze all of them. there’s definitely a strong relationship between the four men.

price reaching out to squeeze kyle’s hand in appreciation by the end of dinner as the younger man just sends him a fond look.

johnny and simon were practically glued by the hip. soap naturally brushing his hand against simon’s thigh every time he talked or made a horrible dad joke which you couldn’t help but laugh every single time. they all fitted with one another like a puzzle. a small glow coming from them with all the gazes and smiles they shared.

at times you felt like you were an intruder watching from outside the glass, and maybe it was envy you felt. not towards the men but towards the love and devotion they had for one another. they were all beautiful and you were the ugly duckling of the group.

you had gone quiet without you realizing it, price touching your shoulder as you jolted in surprise. turning your head towards him as you’re met with a soft gaze. “we lost you there for a minute, love.”

“i.. I’m sorry. I kinda got lost in thought.” you say, offering a little laugh as you gulp down the last of your wine. god, how much have you drunk to get this emotional over something so meaningless?

if john notices the way your voice wavers or the way you eyes gloss over, he doesn’t comment on it. instead, asking kyle and johnny to take you to the couch to watch a movie as him and simon clean the dishes. ignoring your protests in helping and shutting you up with a stern look.

johnny pinches your cheek as you sulk like a child for not being able to help. “you’re our guest silly. would be rude tae make ye work.” setting you down on the comfy couch, blanket in hand as he sits to your right and kyle to your left. squished between their warm bodies.

“get comfortable, princess.” kyle murmurs beside you, the hairs on your neck standing with how close he is. wondering if they could hear goat fast your heart is beating.

the boys insist in you to pick the movie, settling on watching the “elf” with christmas just around the corner. you try your very best to stay focused on the tv screen, ignoring the way johnny ever so often lightly brushes his fingers against your shoulder with how he rests his arm around the back of the couch. or the way kyle brushes his leg against your thigh, sending you an innocent simple every time you look his way.

at some point in the middle of the movie, your eyes grow heavy. your body fighting the urge to shut down after a long week of work. you soon lose the battle, the mixture of both kyle and johnny’s warmness, their scents, soft touches and way of making you feel relaxed win over your consciousness.

you think you feel a soft blanket drape itself on you along with your shoes being removed. the faintest touch against your cheek before you drift to sleep.

“goodnight mo luaidh.”

a/n: I’m not very proud of this one but i tried my best. 😓 please let me know if there’s anything i should fix/improve on. love ya! <33

[wallywaffle]

"I learned that family is not only made by blood. Ancestors and their offspring are linked together by a shared bond. For centuries, I've been fighting to save humanity with a Belmont by my side. Isn't that a family too?"

[wallywaffle]

Did someone ask for…. SPICY BEAUTY X BEAST????

Go feral. 

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[wallywaffle]

something something your friends howling with laughter when you send “john mactavish — the better john” back to the table he shares with a bunch of wide shouldered sorts with a careless “sorry, i prefer my “johns” with experience” after a cursory up-and-down over his body.

those same friends staring slack-jawed when an absolute bear of a man drops heavily into the seat opposite you with a “heard you like a john with experience, s’that right, sweetheart?”

meanwhile you’re staring at the grey hair in his beard and at his temples with something approaching stars in your eyes

[wallywaffle]

I hope every writer who sees this writes LOADS the next few months. Like freetime opens up, no writers block, the ability to focus, etc etc you're able to write loads & make lots of progress <3

[wallywaffle]

Don't Come Over

Smau: in which you're sick and you tell them the title Warnings: pure fluff Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Toge

[wallywaffle]

Sweet Thing(NSFW)

Feitan × Chubby!Reader

warning: cockwarming, reader and feitan are married, Feitan is feeding reader pie but it’s not sexual

A/N: another fic that has been in my drafts forever, time to banish it!! it’s a little short but I think it’s cute :3

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After a long day of thievery and mischief, it was always nice to come back home to his cheerful little wife. Feitan would count down the minutes until he would be able to leave the meeting.

"Feitan, you've been distracted today. What's on your mind?"

Chrollo smiled down at him. He, Phinks, and Shalnark were the only people Feitan had told snout his precious little secret. Feitan grunted, pulling out his phone.

"(Name) wants to watch movie tonight. Can't say no to her."

His eyes softened at his wallpaper, her pretty smiling face making his heart race. "Ah, I see. You're dismissed then. Don't want to disappoint your wife, right?"

Feitan was gone before Chrollo could finish.

(Name) pulled her apron off, looking over the small feast she had prepared for dinner. For such a small man, Feitan ate a considerable amount of food.

"Home."

She glanced up, her eyes sparkling. "Fei!"

He caught her when she jumped into his arms, squeezing her lightly before sighing into her shoulder. "Smell good, wife. New perfume?"

"Mhm, it's the one you got me last week?"

Little things like this filled Feitan with pride. (Name) wearing the or using the thing she stole for her slays made him happy. "Tch.."

He followed her to the kitchen, eating dinner with her. Feitan usually didn't talk much when he ate, but did listen to (Name) blabber on about her day. He really was a good listener, and took in every little detail. "Oh, and I kept slipping on the ice outside.

Can you believe it's snowing in November?"

Feitan grunted in response, making himself another plate before lookin out the window. "... fix that later.

Won't slip again."

She smiled, giggling as her face heated up. "Aww, Fei. Are you worried about me?"

His cheeks turned pink, and he continued eating without answering. Of course he was worried for her, his wife was a fragile compared to him. He feared she would fall and break a limb.

(Name) happily washed dishes after dinner, giggling when Feitan came up to hug her from behind.

"Movie?"

"Yeah, as soon as I finish washing the dishes. There's some pie in the fridge by the way!"

He gave a squeeze to her plush hips before walking towards the fridge to snack on a slice of pie.

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After finishing the dishes, Feitan followed (Name) with the entire pie in his hands, watching her turn on a new ghibli movie she had been begging him to watch for weeks.

“I heard it’s really cute, I wanted to wait to watch it with you!”

Feitan blushed behind his coat. If anything was cute, it was his sweet wife. She always made him feel so loved and special, even when he struggled to return that love. He still tried though.

He sat down and patted his lap, looking up at her with those dark eyes. “Sit.”

(Name) giggled in delight, sitting on her shorter husbands lap, facing the TV. He made it clear very early in their relationship that her weight meant nothing to him, so she’d grown quite confident in him holding her.

“Okay, so the movie is about this witch that-“

She is silenced by a spoonful of pie being shoved into her mouth. “Shh, starting.”

(Name) chewed of the pie, getting comfortable in his lap as the movie began. “Mmm… Fei, can I get another bite?”

Her husband hummed, his hand resting on her soft tummy. “Another bite? Sure.”

He fed her a few more bites, but stopped when she wiggled around. She whimpered a little when she felt his hard on pressing into her, glancing back to see his eyes clouded with lust.

Feitan’s hands lifted up her skirt and pushed her panties to the side, sliding his cock into her wet cunt. “Keep me warm, cold outside.”

She nodded, sighing happily. “Mmm, of course baby.”

He rubbed her clit slowly as they watched their movie, giving her gentle praise when she clenched around him. “So good, precious wife…”

Around the ending of the movie, he began to bounce her slowly, one hand on her hip, and the other slipping under her shirt to cup her breast. She’d already cum a few times, and the wet plapping noise of their hips slapping together was enough to make the man groan.

“Fuck… gonna cum…”

He groaned into her shoulder, biting down on it as he filled her with his seed. She whimpered and whined, panting softly as he pounded into her ruthlessly to ride out his orgasm.

“Mmm… good girl…”

Feitan rubbed her tummy, planting kisses on her sensitive neck. “Mhm… can I have another bite of that pie?”

“Of course.”

The two of them spent the rest of the night cuddled up together, eventually falling asleep on the couch in each others arms.

[wallywaffle]

"Id appreciate a proper kiss, baby,"

Despite the grip he's got your face in so he can guide you to look at him, Suguru's voice remains gentle.

It doesn't match the quick snap of his hips mixing your guts, and all you manage to do is whine at him, cockdrunk and dizzy off him.

You couldn't kiss him if you wanted to, and he knows as much, sighing like he's been inconvenienced even if his pace doesn't slow.

His grip shifts, fingers pressing into the soft give of your cheeks hard to force a pout he can plant gentle kisses against.

"Don't tell me i've broken you already.."

[wallywaffle]

i need Johnny knocking on your door like a mad man after you broke up with him bc you saw him LOCKED LIPS with his lieutenant, and said man comes up behind Johnny to start kicking your door down.

I need you rushing to your closet and hide beneath your rack of coats, before clamping a hand to your mouth to suppress the yelp that came out when the door gets broken in.

I need Johnny frantically calling out your name to “talk” while Simon creeps around your home to pinpoint your location.

I need you to be all quiet and controlled breaths, not knowing that the hulking man your ex-boyfriend was making out with, was now in your closet. Watching, waiting.

[wallywaffle]

The bracelet blurb (here) but this time with KorTac!!

Horangi is the first to receive a bracelet. Mainly because I think he's the most outgoing between the four men that you spend time with, therefore you know he's going to be incredibly obnoxious if you don't give him one first. But also because you know he won't reject the gift.

It's a single strand bracelet with a repeating pattern of black and orange. You add a little orange cat charm, knowing it'll make him laugh. It does make him laugh. It also earns you a hug and a kiss to the temple, Horangi muttering how he's going to brag to König that he got one first.

So, naturally, you make König one next. A yellow, single strand bracelet. Nothing too flashy because you don't want it to drawn any unwanted attention to the Austrian, but he's grateful nonetheless. His gratitude is a tad less theatrical than Horangi's, just a simple side hug, but you know he's genuinely grateful based on the way he holds the bracelet, like it's some fragile, priceless thing.

The other two wanting bracelets come as a surprise to you. Up until now, you'd assumed that Krueger and Nikto only tolerated your presence because you're friends with Horangi and König. so imagine the shock when Krueger comes storming into your office, slamming his hand down on your desk.

"Do you see what's wrong here?" he demands.

You stare at his wrist, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. Slowly, you drag your gaze back to his face, but that doesn't help much, since he's wearing a mask. (These KorTac men and their masks smh) "No?"

"Where is my..." He trails off, muttering softly to himself for a moment. "Bracelet!"

It's been nearly two weeks since you'd given König's his, and the whole thing was out of your head at this point, so it takes a moment before the lightbulb clicks and you gasp softly. But, before you can reply, Krueger huffs in annoyance, before turning and storming out of your office, the door slamming behind him.

You find him later with Nikto, both outside after dinner having a smoke break. The smell of cigarette smoke makes you wrinkle your nose, but you don't comment on it, focused on the task at hand.

"I didn't think you'd want one," you tell Krueger, handing him a ladder cuff bracelet with multiple shades of green on it. His response is so quiet that you almost miss the way he growls out, "Danke."

There are no words exchanged as you hand Nikto a single strand bracelet. All black, of course. He grunts in what you think might be appreciation, slipping the bracelet over his hand and tucking it beneath his glove. You catch a peek of his skin as he does, the smallest sliver of pale, white skin. It makes you feel like you've seen something you shouldn't have.

"Good night," you hurry out, turning to scurry away.

"Good night, little mouse!" Krueger shouts after you, something taunting in his voice. The scent of cigarettes haunts you for the rest of your night.