i don’t have any coherent piss thoughts rn i just think it would be cute to see a girl with her legs all knotted up and tears brimming in her eyes and several empty coffee cups on her desk while she tries sooooo haaaaard to finish whatever she’s working on without peeing her pants
bonus points if, by the time she finishes, she’s scared to stand up
double bonus points if her partner has been watching this all go down and TOLD her to go pee after the third cup of coffee… and now is all “i told you so” bc she can’t stop squirming
"listen to the sounds that sloppy cunt's making, you can't tell me no."
"do you hear yourself? you sound so desperate for this." "please? please, what?.. what, you can't take it? oh, is that why it's sliding in and out of your hole so easily?you're saying you don't like it, and yet you're so wet, i think you just like hearing yourself scream."
And you really thought Simon would be a little mean during sex. He had to be a sadist after everything he’s been through.
So, when he’s between your parted thighs, you’re shocked when he speaks to you so softly. Quietly begging in your ear, cock pressed to the hilt, for you to be good for him.
And everytime you let out a whine, fingers tightening at his shoulders because he’s massive and you feel like you’re splitting in two with every thrust; he shushes you. ‘You can take it. Yes—yes you can.’
And when you clench tighter around him because the cadence of his voice licks warmth in your core, he smiles. ‘There you go, baby. Just like that.’
guys I had such a icky thought on how Simon is such a perv daddy. >.<
you and simon are going quite slow and sweet. so you don’t realize how simon does pervy things that usually you don’t catch.
first he started off simple and semi-innocent, everytime you drank from a glass he’d put his mouth against the gloss lip print that’s there, same as if it were a straw. licking the access of hopefully saliva but mostly always your cherry lip balm.
his heart would throb along with his dick.
he started smelling the scent of his passenger seat once he dropped you back off at home, hopefully to smell your perfume.
though, he gets most excited when you have your short micro skirts on with skimpy lace underneath because when he has the lucky chance he’d finger you till you squirt and cream on his fingers and seats. his eyes would roll back to the thought of hurrying you back home just to lick the rest of you that was there off his leather seats,
you can guess he starts to like you more, you’ve been coming over more, leaving your clothes over more.
he’d smell the pillow you use when you’re over, and when you’re gone hump on it all sloppily until there’s a mess.
and he doesn’t clean it off in hopes you ignore the stain or simply don’t notice it so you can put your face all over his dried up seed.
you even start leaving underwear over, he stuffs the dirty ones preferably in his mouth while another pair is wrapped around his dick.
he thinks about forcing the one’s he close to cumming in back on you so your puffy pussy is soaked with them.
& even though u guys never fucked and when you’re too sleepy to touch on Simon you always allow his nose to be deep in your neck as he breaths and huffs like a nasty dog in heat all while he uses your hands to pump his dick.
phat tip squished against your belly button and he’d whisper filthy shit to you while you still dozing off and halfway sleep.
“baby all i need is this.”
“feel so good luv, u sleep?”
“I can cum like this, can I cum in your panties? the ones you have on are my favorite.”
“God, I wish I can put my nut all in ur fuckin’ stomach.”
gosh he couldn’t wait to finally have you officially.
inexperienced!simon riley who genuinely doesn't understand he has a big dick.
he's a grow-er not a show-er, so no awkward comments in communal showers growing up or in basic. and in his own hands it doesn't look that big - but that's because his hands are fucking massive.
it's only when he's got you straddling his thighs, your hands wrapped round his cock, pressing it up against the flesh of your stomach with raised eyebrows that he gets it.
"lovie… is it gonna fit?" his ears are red, lips pressed together like he's vaguely embarrassed about this revelation.
you just grin, glancing down at where the tip of his cock rests over your belly button. "oh babe, we're gonna make it fit."
inexperienced!simon hanging out on the bench in the little changing room to watch you try on things you'd plucked from the rack. cut to him sitting with stiff muscles and his hands cupped around the bulge in his pants, eyes glassy even though you aren't even halfway through.
"okay, baby. what'd you think about this one?"
god, help him. you, 'n your babys.
simon blinks with a gulp, sweating slightly. he blinks again, breath caught. when he opens his mouth, all that tumbles out is a quiet 'fuck me.'
the man can't stop what comes next. all he can do is hurry to squeeze with one hand at his now leaking cock and squirm against the touch that isn't enough, melting backwards into the wall to pant badly-whispered curses.
"a-ah–god. shit, shit, shit. 'm sorry, sorry..."
when simon's vision finally unblurs, you're staring back at him. lip bit and curled with the hint of a smirk. he huffs, cock twitching.
"...did you just–"
"no."
your smile widens with delight. along with it, a hint of disbelief. "you did. you literally just creamed your pants over me."
simon just shakes his head. ignoring the large stain at his crotch.
"didn't count. wasn't inside you."
you hold back a laugh. stretching to peck his nose.
inexperienced!simon can't last any time in general, even more so when you ride him in reverse. all it takes is a few peeks at how fucking wide he's stretching you before his eyes are rolling and he's gasping for breath.
"b-baby–oh, fuck," he whines, arching with a puffed chest to stuff himself all the way inside you to finish for a second time. simon watches the way he's splitting you open without shame, completely mesmerized. eyes hooded, his lips pout to babble out in a deep tone of fascination. "s'like a... fuckin' faucet."
you just look so full. all creamed up thanks to the cum that feels like it won't ever stop pumping and filled out with his cock. ass smushing back into him with wet plaps that he likes more than he knows he should
revese riding, you called it between kisses. yeah, si likes this one. enjoys seeing your bum up close like this and how deep his cock can reach when you're bouncing. he does misses your face, though. plus, there's nothing to snog on when he comes.
you propose that slowing things down a little might make it easier for inexperienced!simon riley to resist a quick finish.
instead, it just makes things harder. literally.
he’s throbbing and clutching at your sides with hopeless squirms. he questions what the fuck kind of sounds is he making? he didn’t think himself capable of sounding so broken, so desperate.
yet, here he wails and groans at the few languid rolls of your waist, breath hitching like he’s close to tears.
“w-wait. wait–mmh–s’too much still. i can’t… can’t–“ you grab at simon’s face, holding his cheeks to make him really look at you. his cheeks are flushed, and his forehead is shiny. his eyes hooded and glazed over while he pants into your mouth.
you shush the man with a subtle clench of your hole around him, and end up having to hold the head he tries to throw back. he rolls his neck just in time to kiss you as he comes, hugging you closer to his front and grabbing at the chub of your ass to grind you the way he wants. “it’s okay, baby. s’okay…”
simon falls completely apart against you, shaking and sweating and milking himself by way of you. it takes him a good while to come back, but that's nothing new. your nails scratching at his scalp while his face buries in your neck is what does it this time.
he rolls you onto your back soon after, cum spilling from you a bit at the movement. simon groans, slicking himself out of you and lowering in a half-drunk haze to lap his tongue into your slit.
it’s the least he can do, the man thinks, smushing his nose against the patch of hair above you clit to suckle at nub with a drool-drenched tongue.
he’ll get it eventually—making you come before he does.
inexperienced!simon admiring you after finishing inside... putting his head on your thigh and keeping your legs spread so he can trace with a couple of fingers. grunting to himself when you push out the seed he ends up smearing around.
"didn't know somethin' could look this nice..." simon trails off, completely serious, pupils are still blown wide from how it felt to slick himself out of you. you're still pulsing a bit, simon gulping at the sight. "s'it weird i wanna taste myself? like from you while it's oozin' out like this?"
"not weird," you shake your head, stretching your arms with a peek down his way. "you can try right now, if y'want. i don't mind..."
simon drags his stare back down to where he's spilling out of you in wet globs. blinking once and then hovering closer. his tongue starts with hesitant licks, soft slurps. swallowing a few times to see if he likes it.
"oh, shi–simon," your groans choke out at the feeling of his mouth melting onto you, his eyes shutting to keep eating at you like he'll never get the chance again.
"f-fuck, s'good," he slurs, lips sounding off with loud smacks as they’re still latched onto you. the whites of his eyes show when his eyelashes flutter. "w'tste gud."
Simon had learned over the years to keep his voice down during sex—finding it embarrassing that a hulking man like him would whine like a bitch during sex.
Foolishly, he didn't change his habit when he got with you. Believing the quiet grunts he would allow to be enough for you. Like the other women he'd been with.
God, it was pissing you off.
He didn't account for the fact you'd lost most of your hearing. You never wore your hearing aids during sex because the itch of them wouldn't allow you to concentrate.
Simon was a fantastic lover—gave you exactly what you needed, had you coming until you couldn't fucking think anymore. But he just wouldn't make any sound. You know you should've been used to guys not making sounds by now at your big grown age, though you got your hopes up with Simon.
Simon was holding back his moans as he fucked into your perfect pussy, thrusting at that perfect angle that made you keen—Only allowing quiet masculine sounds to rumble from his chest.
But you finally had enough of seeing his mouth part, while being unable to hear anything.
"Simon," you pant, grabbing his jaw roughly "fucking moan, goddammit. I can't fucking hear you."
Simon stilled, looking down at you with flushed cheeks. "Y'sure? Didn't think women liked I' when a man makes noise."
"Need to hear you." you whispered, grinding your hips upwards impatiently.
Simon finally broke down that wall in his mind, leaning down to your good ear and letting out a loud groan, thrusting frantically. His big meaty paws clawing at you.
"Fuck!" Simon babbled "Feels so good, so tight. So so so tight."
You gasp at how loud he was being—getting what you always wanted from a lover.
"y'don't get it. Wanna be inside you all the time. Just wanna fill you over and over and over." He groaned, his hips becoming erratic and needy as he brings a hand to your clit—desperate to get you off before he came himself.
Your nails clawed down his muscular back, leaving red streaks in their wake. But the unrestrained whimper Simon let out in response?
You were coming with a squeal, locking your legs around his hips as he fucked his come inside you.
"Don't" you pant "You ever hold those sounds back again."
Simon huffed, wrapping his arms around you. "'s embarrassing, love."
"I just came harder than I ever have in my life, you can handle some embarrassment."
You stash the fact Simons softening cock twitched inside you at the thought of being embarrassed for later. Fucking pathetic thing, your boyfriend.
simon riley loves watching you get yourself off by riding his thigh. he's not sure there's a more perfect way to spend an evening than watching you grind against him whilst a cigarette burns between two of his fingers; blowing smoke into your face just to watch your nose wrinkles.
he loves the way your eyebrows knit together as you try and find exactly the right angle. the way the blonde hair on his thigh goes shiny with your slick. the way you collapse against his chest after, breathing ragged.
he also loves the way your cunt takes him so perfectly after.
what he doesn't love is when you start whining that your legs are tired. when you try and crawl off him before he's satisfied you're warmed up enough for him to fuck you.
he won't let you escape that easily, through.
he stubs out the cigarette with a sigh and bands one arm around your waist, pulling your chest flush against his; hooks his ankles around yours and pins you right there in place.
then he reaches around the curve of your ass to sink two fingers into your fluttering cunt with a hissed warning.
Oh my god the vision of this just SLAMMED into me I had to write it
warnings: third person, vaguely described reader (she's older than König (unspecified age but implied 40s-60s) so there are mentions of her having age-related features)
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Colonel König whose head over heels for his secretary--but she's not some sweet, innocent, little thing barely out of college. She's older than him, a mother of two adult children with a grandkid on the way. She has wrinkles around her mouth from a lifetime full of laughter and wrinkles on her forehead from a lifetime full of stress (recall: mother of two). Her breasts aren't full and perky like they used to be, her bum is flat from giving birth two to many times, her clothes are modest and strictly professional, and her hair is going grey around the temples.
She's no-nonsense about her work, she bosses him around when she needs his signatures on paperwork like he's just another one of her children. She doesn't linger for chit-chat, she wouldn't dream of flirting with a single soul on base, especially not her boss. The thought doesn't even cross her mind. But she's kind, too, and caring--he always has a cup of perfectly brewed coffee waiting for him on his desk when he comes in in the morning (one day, he will arrive earlier than her, he swears it). She brings him meals when he forgets to eat and stares at him with her arms crossed until he sets aside his paperwork and picks up a fork. When he has meetings that he has to wear his dress uniform for, she ties his tie for him and straightens out his clothes--even repairs the rip in his sleeve without being asked.
small chested fem reader gives simon a tit-job <3
cw: explicitly stated small chested reader, reader gives light oral, (1k)
You didn’t catch what Simon had said between heated kisses.
Thinking it was just the usual crass remark—his version of dirty talk, you’d hummed in agreement and grinded against the hardening bulge in his jeans. Preoccupied with the feeling of his mouth on your own. The coarse rub of denim against cotton panties as you straddled his lap. Thus you were a bit confused when a moment later he pulled away all of a sudden.
He leaned back and rested a hand on the headboard of his bed. The compressed wood of the ikea flat-pack protesting as he readjusted his position. Getting comfortable. He stared at you then, expectant.
There must have been a proper stupid look on your face, confusion mixed with a touch of anxiety from his fixed gaze, because he frowned. Actually frowned at you. Then grouched, “Eh? Don’t know how?”
“How to…?”
“Give a tit-job.”
You blinked at him, not responding right away. Unsure if you’d processed the words correctly.
Eventually you respond with an intelligent, “What?”
Oh, he didn’t appreciate that. “Christ—wanna fuck yer tits. Take off yer top.”
He almost facepalmed when you started doing the opposite. Sitting back, thighs at his sides and bum right against his clothed cock. No more movement, just seating yourself on him as if he were a fucking chair. He wondered if this was some sort of cruel punishment for something. Like leaving his dirty dish from breakfast in the sink.
“Si, have you uh—had a look at what we’re working with,” you vaguely gesture to your chest. Half amused and half irked. Simon, bless him, very obviously does so. His gaze honing in on the way your pebbled nipples poke against the thin fabric. He salivates at the thought of freeing them out from behind the cloth.
“I can’t do it like other girls…” you say. Mentally wondering if there's some video being shared around the base, giving him ideas.
This is not at all the direction Simon wanted this to go. Feeling a tad aggrieved he wondered if he’d somehow upset you. Worried that he not only brought down the mood but might just have to resort to jacking one out in the shower later.
But lucky for him, you seem to still have some wits about you.
“I never said I wouldn’t do it, just don’t expect much.”
You get off him and shuffle downwards. Even making a show of slipping the shirt over your head and tossing it his way. Muscular thighs spread to accommodate and you situate yourself between them. Making quick work of the zip you pull down his jeans and he lifts his hips to help you get them off. With it gone his throbbing member pitches a tent in his boxers. The fabric barely constrains it.
A groan comes from the back of his throat as you kiss it, the feel of your lips obscured but breath just as hot. You place a few more on the base then at the dip of his hips near the waistband. Slowly you pull his cock out, brushing your touch against his happy trail. Pale hair that starts sparse then gets bushier as it leads from his navel to a thicker patch below. Once out it springs up, canting down from the heft of him.
He looks nectarous, you can already imagine the heedy tang of him on your tongue. You entertain the idea of just latching onto him and sucking him off instead—using your mouth and hands like you normally would—but choose against it, knowing that it isn’t what he wants.
You’re somewhat uncertain as you lay his cock against your sternum, centering him between your tits. Pushing in your arms so the little fat of them can cradle him, struggling a bit to properly squeeze him like in the pornos. Too focused on the task at hand to see the expression forming on his face.
Simon thinks it’s so fucking cute how the clearly the gears in your head turn as you try figure out how to use your body to please him. When you tip your head down to look at how you’ve positioned him he thinks he could cum just from the visual of his cock nudging your chin.
He knows he’s a big guy. Had always towered over you, in stature and bulk. But damn was he always this hung—he looks like he’s overwhelming you.
Using your upper body you tentatively bounce upwards, jerking him against you. Ribs nestling his balls. He lifts his hips again to help. It’s a tad clumsy at first, to be honest, but you eventually find the rhythm. The best way to use your body to squeeze him, how the right movement and pressure has your tits lightly rubbing against his shaft.
His pelvis twitches, making him jerk at an angle. The tip of his cock accidentally rubs against your pert nipple. His precum smeared on it. That graze felt like a tingle of electricity, so light yet it rendered you both terribly sensitive in its wake.
The whine you let out at the feeling so filthy it has you questioning if you really made that sound.
Embarrassed and too turned on to think, you suck lightly at his tip—subconscious craving the tangy taste of him, and that has him cumming instantly. He lets out an uncharacteristically choked sob and shoots his release right at your face.
Startled, you let go of him and pull away. Eyes wide and looking no different to a kitten who'd finished lapping at a bowl of milk. Endearingly wet.
Simon seems stunned as well. Surprised by how suddenly he came. Caught off guard in a way he hadn’t been since he had first experimentally tugged at himself as a teen. He watches as his cum drips, pearly and cooling as it runs along your skin. Sliding from your chin, down your neck, to your chest.
You stare at his still leaking cock and how it’s staying hard. No, wait, he's getting harder.
Ah, he’s definitely going to want to do this again.
Warnings: pantie stealing and sniffing, masturbation, Simon has a crush on you, kinda softie! Simon
Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who felt guilt pooling in his chest as he fisted his leaking cock violently, a pair of your pink frilly thongs that he pinched from laundry basket in you house was pressed against his nose, inhaling lungfuls of your soury scent. Bright blush covered his normally pale cheeks, honey-coloured eyes rolling back as Riley’s back arched, series of low groans and stifled moans slipping past his lips as hot cum shot out of his overstimulated cock, landing in small puddles on his pubic and tummy.
Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who could barely look you in the eyes the whole next week out of sheer shame and embarrassment, brushing you off whenever you tried talking to him. You pouted, not getting such wanted attention from your older brother’s broody best friend, just clicking your tongue as he openly ignored you, finally giving up and turning around on your heels, marching off to your room, snacks and mug of tea in your hands. If only you could see Simon’s eyes lingering longingly on the soft slope of your ass, trying to burn the image in his brain, you small booty shorts doing nothing to hide delicious plumpness of it.
Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who clenched his teeth tightly, breathing deeply through his nose to try and control himself as you sat on an arm of the armchair he was settled in, drunkenly babbling about some new movie you’ve been meaning to watch. He desperately tried not to look at your tits as you leant against the back of that damned armchair, your chest poking out of the deep cut of your crop top barely ten centimetres away from Simon’s head, basically inviting him to bury his face in beautiful softness of your boobs. But he just gripped his beer tighter, looking strictly in front of him and nodding absentmindedly at your words, subtly shuffling his hoody down to hide a growing tent in his pants.
Brother’s bestfriend! Simon on whom you can always count. You need a drive back home after going out for drinks? He’s grabbing his car keys and telling you he’ll be there in a few minutes. Some weirdo has been bothering you at work/uni? Simon is discreetly asking bastard’s name as to not rise any suspicions in you, just to have a little friendly chat with him a bit later, making sure to break duchebag’s nose so he doesn’t stick it into your business anymore. There’s something off with your car and you need to get it fixed? How good that Simon is a handyman, bringing your car back to life not worse than any mechanic would (and he’s definitely not flexing his stupidly big biceps while doing it).
Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who knew better than to make a move on you. He knew you liked him, and he liked you too (more like was totally obsessed). But he valued his best friend too much, knowing perfectly well that he wouldn’t appreciate it if Simon fucked his little sister.
Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who realised that he was absolutely, utterly, totally fucked as he watched you and your older brother roughhousing around the kitchen, bickering and play-fighting - your smile was so bright and warm, making him feel hot like sun in the middle of August, your loud laughter made his chest buzz with something soft and Riley felt as if he was about to pass out because of the flow of softness he felt for you that moment. Soon your eyes met his, mischievous smirk curled your pretty lips as you threw a pillow at him, surely dragging Simon into your little brawl, creating a huge mess for which all three of you will surely get a good scolding from your mom.
Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who tried to distance himself from you because you deserved more than him. He genuinely did try to ignore all your soft smiles and fleeting touches, the way you batted you pretty eyelashes as you listened to him explaining something to you or the way you would nibble on your bottom lip as your eyes wandered up and down his torso as he wore one of his compression shirts. Simon did try his best to save you from himself, but all of his resolve vanished completely and utterly the moment you got brave enough to stand to your tippy toes and press a tentative kiss to his chapped lips.
Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who scooped you up in his arms, giving you no chance to escape as he deepened the kiss, moaning quietly into your mouth as you let his tongue in, greedy hands roaming up and down your body, feeling all the curves and dips of it - just like he dreamt of doing past few years. Simon barely registered pressing you against the wall, meaty forearms boxing you as his torso pressed against yours, grinding his boner against your tummy, goosebumps running up his spine as he felt your small arms gripping on his sides, pressing him closer to yourself.
Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who broke off your kiss, a silver strand of saliva connected your lips as he gazed deeply in your eyes, blush on your face made him feel warm and proud. He pressed his lips against your forehead, nosing at your hair and inhaling sweet scent of your shampoo. Withdrawing back for just a few centimetres he muttered in his raspy breathy voice “Go out with me”
Likes, reblogs and comment are highly appreciated, give writers some love!🩷 I’m thinking about making part 2, let me know what you think<3
simon walks in one day and hands you a packet of body markers without saying a word. he knows you know what they’re for, saw you watching a video on your phone of another girl colouring in her boyfriends tattoos, and thought it would be a nice surprise. he sinks down on the sofa beside you, pulls his arm out of his hoodie and rolls it into your lap. “‘av at it, luv.” he says. he doesn’t care about what colours you choose or if he appears ‘girly’, all he cares about is that his girl is having fun and seeing the way your eyes light up as you slowly begin to fill in his entirely black inked sleeve with an array of colour warms his heart. he wants to poke fun at the way your tongue sticks out a tiny bit as you concentrate but he doesn’t - he thinks it’s adorable. and once you’re done, it only calls for a shower, which he always brings you along with him.
You know what? Konig is very dirty. Not only dirty minded but also dirty in behaviour.
He may seem shy and soft but behind that? Oh, behind that he's so nasty.
You may not be aware of that in the initial days of dating him. Too busy thinking how such a big brute is so soft. Maybe cute too. But as days went by, you realised he is not al that he seems.
It started little by little. At first, he began with licking your lips after a kiss. Then he began to lick both your lips and cheeks, not with the top but the tongue flat. You thought it was cute, like a dog licking your face.
Then you began noticing him outside the shower while you showered. He'd be there, always. Watching you while the water wet you, while you lathered soap all over your body, while your hand reached down to rinse your pretty pussy with your fingers. The glass separating you both was only translucent. So he could only somehow make out the shape of you.
Then, you found him sniffing your dirty laundry. And he did it like he was doing drugs and getting high. For him, it was just that- getting high from your scent.
Had you stopped him then, maybe now you'd be less embarrassed. Why? because now you find your panties missing. Not one not two but a while out of them. You know who the thief is and went to confront him as well. But when you entered the bedroom, you were met with this giant of a man jerking himself off with his mouth stuffed with a panty of yours while with his other hand he held another pant to his nose.
Now you really want to confront him and get your panties back but the scene is also making you wet like you want to sit in his face.
A/n: y'all I thought of this shit after my bf, for no apparent reason, pressed his nose to my pussy and began sniffing. Later he are me out too😜
thinking about Uni!Reader becoming penpals with Ghost (inspired by @rawme-price )
You're friends had thought it was weird when you mentioned it. Letters to service members is something that school kids do, not 20 something year old university students trying to get a not-very-worth-it scholarship for the upcoming year. But, money is tight and there's no real harm in sending the letters.
The name you get in the mail is Simon Riley. He's older, a leftenant, and not likely to respond. You send the letter anyways, rambling on about your classes, the shitty job at Tesco, the even shittier neighbour upstairs that stomps around all day and eyes you up when you bring in groceries.
You send one letter every week, following the scholarship's guidelines to a T. Each letter is only a few pages, mostly complaining about shitty people at work, your neighbour, and classes. By the third month, you've come to enjoy the letters, thinking of them more as diaries. Sure, maybe you shouldn't mention the name of your school, or describe your walk to work, but what's the harm?
You practically celebrate when you get a new upstairs neighbour, not realising that his flat has been empty since the third letter talking about his wandering hands. The promotion at work comes as a surprise, but you've been working there for nearly three years, so maybe it was just about time. Nevermind the way your boss avoids you, sends other people to relay messages to you, as if he's terrified of you.
When classes start back up, the scholarship is completed technically. You stop sending the letters as course loads pile up, your spares time dwindling to nothing more than a quick nap between classes. It's almost easy to forget that you spent three and a half months talking to a stranger in the military.
That is, until a letter comes in the mail, the little photo attached to the blood stained letter showing a body on a metal table. You know that body, know how that face twists up with a sleazy smile anytime he sees you, how his hands feel against your waist as he "squeezes by" you in the wide hall. There are bloody fingers just at the edge of the photo, a knife still lodged into the chest of your upstairs neighbour. You read the letter, sweat beading on your skin, heart racing in your chest as you sit on your bed.
"You stopped your letters. After everything I did for you? I thought your parents taught you manners, pet."
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