sluts from the realm.

[bredbydaylight]

fistsbruised​:

ah, there it was: the terror radius of the impending killer, only jeff knew that it was frank, the one he’d become so infatuated with as of lately. paired with the scratching of the knife, the terror radius became almost deafening as he saw the killer drop his upper body down by the generator, poking his scantily clad ass out for jeff to see. he dropped his hands, wiping them on his jeans, and smirked at the killer. “ i knew you would come… ” as he felt the cool steel of frank’s knife, jeff raised his head slowly and got up from the crouching position. snow fell from his kneecaps as he did so. he admired every crevice of frank’s body behind the confines of the nearly-nonexistent lingerie and how every little dip of his upper could be seen in the firelight. “ i’ve been dreaming of that pussy, you little slut… how ‘bout you start by letting me see those tits? ” his large hand reached down to play with frank’s nipples through the satin fabric. 

“yeah, well, felix and dwight tripped and fell on my knife before i could bend over for them instead...” a small, dry chuckle left the boy’s lips as he joked to the older man. as if he had any interest in the other survivors, with their pathetic need to live. jeff was much more fueled by his need to cum — and that was why he was frank’s favorite. “are you giving me orders, old man? don’t make me use this thing...” the tip of his knife was still pointed at the man’s throat, though they both knew that it wouldn’t be put to use. there were much more important things on the agenda. a feminine moan fell from his lips as he let out a frosty huff, arching his chest towards those large, possessive hands. “these tits, daddy? i can’t show you them when you’ve got your hands all over them...” he teased, thumbing down the strap on each side so that the bra was only hanging to his chest by the man’s tight grip. “all you have to do is let go and these tits are gonna be all yours...”

[bredbydaylight]

fistsbruised​:

closed: @bredbydaylight​

the cool winds of the ormond ski lodge cut through the snowbanks and caused jeff to shiver. he looked around, assuming to the be the only survivor in the trial as he’d planned. the man jogged to the center of the map, where there was an untouched generator by the glowing warmth of a fire. this ski lodge, where he had been countless times, was the home of the legion- the murderous teens who had killed so many. now broken and rundown by the entity, there was still a comforting warmth about it, and by far his favorite place to meet frank. he started repairing the generator as he waited for frank to appear, and he knew he would appear.

picking favorites was frowned upon for killers in the realm, but as frank was slicing and dicing survivors one by one, all he could think about was how excited he was to see jeff. with his bloody knife in hand, he tugged his sweatpants down and tore his sweatshirt over his head, leaving him in nothing but lacy lingerie as white as the sow outside. whistling to himself as he slowly walked towards the entrance to the lodge, he let his knife scratch along the walls to alert jeff of his presence. “come out, come out, wherever you are...” he called out before he was darting towards the generator as if about to strike. instead, he bent over the side that the man was working on, back arching as he raised his ass high in the air behind him, heels clicking against the cold pavement. “i’ve got a gift for you, handsome, but you’ve gotta stop working on that generator if you wanna unwrap it...” lowering the tip of his knife to frank’s jaw, he forced the survivor to gaze up at him, his pecs nearly spilling out of the confines of his bra. “show me where your priorities lie.”