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olannder · 5 months ago

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CREEPYPASTA RELATIONSHIPS! - Sally Williams

Sally William’s relationships with other pastas.

|Jeff the killer| // Ehh

They both are like siblings that claim they hate each other, Sally doesn’t really like him all that much because he’s gross, weird, and a bitch. But trust me, he doesn’t want to get on her bad side. She’s a little devil.

|Ben Drowned| 👍🏻

Again, like siblings, only Ben’s way nicer to Sally than Jeff is. And when she has nightmares, she’s allowed to stay in Ben’s room and watch him play video games until she falls asleep<3

|Eyeless Jack| 🫱🏼‍🫲🏿

Like a father to her, he’s pretty much the no.1 person she trusts. He calms her down and takes care of her, protecting her. Plus he’s generally nice and respectful. One of the “last people she has”.

|Jane the Killer|

Mother figure to her, she really likes her style, and she knows that her and her wife hate Jeff. She knows why, but she still doesn’t exactly want Jeff to be hurt.

|Ticci-Toby|

She terrifies him. He’s absolutely shitlessly scared of her. She likes torturing him when no one’s around, but when another girl is there, she’ll act like a little angel. But she still doesn’t want him getting hurt, cause again, he’s one of the only people she has left and can trust.

|Nina the Killer|

Big sister figure, she adores her style. Nina has proved in multiple ways that she’d do anything to protect Sally. She’s put herself standing before danger in order to keep Sally safe.

|Clockwork| Another older sister figure, yet more vulgar and violent. Basically, “Touch the kid and I’m gonna fucking murder you, bitch.” Looking at Sally is fine, but get too close and she’ll end your entire fucking bloodline.

|Lost Silver|

Sally really likes them! She finds them sweet. One of her very best friends in fact! She likes talking to them a lot. And she’ll often bring them up in random conversations.

|Kagekao| One of the only people she has left again. Only this time, he’s not around as much. Since Sally usually can’t leave the forest and go to the overrealm in the small town where Kagekao usually spends his time, she doesn’t get to see him quite often. Though the two are very close! Jeff once lost Sally in the forest, and lucky, Kagekao was there to take care of her, then beat the shit out of Jeff for leaving a small innocent child alone in the forest. He treats her like a little angel<3

|Blake / The Puppeteer| They get along very well. Blake usually will play games with her, like dress up, make over, or even have tea parties. She’s admitted herself, that he is in fact better than Jeff in most ways. He reads her bedtime stories, and will sometimes watch her from the shadows in order to make sure she’s alright.

|Bloody Painter| He’s kind of scared of her. He knows what she can do, and it scares him a lot. But either way, he tries to hide his fear. He lets her draw and stuff, and look through his sketchbooks. But she has to keep quiet about all the sketches of Blake. :3

|Nurse Ann| One of her caretakers, she’ll usually put her to bed and wash her. Sally likes her, even though she’s really quiet, and most of everyone finds her creepy. Shes like a mother figure to her!

|Eyeless Lulu| Big sister!!!! Lulu will read her stories, and take her out into the forest for walks. Since Lulu lives in the abandoned hospital with Nurse Ann as her caretaker, Ann will sometimes give her the responsibility to make sure Sally is safe in the forest.

|Slenderman| No. she hates him. She hates him a lot. She knows what he’s done to her friends. No.

|Laughing Jack| Best friends! Found her after she killed her uncle, and for some reason, he wasn’t aggressive towards her. He brought her back to the mansion, but kept her a little secrets for only the other clowns to see! Jill thought she was adorable, Candy Pop didn’t know what in the fuck she was, and Grande officially claimed her as one of the Circus freaks<3 (this was before Jason and Nathan arrived.) sadly, Slenderman found out and took her away. (If yall want more info on that I’ll be glad to share!)

|Laughing Jill| She’s pretty neat! She reminds Sally of a doll, she is also considerably one of her Caretakers.

|Candy Pop|

He finds her a funny little critter. He likes all the cool shit she can do, and he’ll sometimes do her make up like a clown or jester would when she asks! He knows she’s more than some little sweet innocent girl. Cause he can see right through the act. In reality, she’s a eldritch horror, more powerful than Slenderman, and possibly even Zalgo.

|Nathan the Nobody|

He’s chill with her, and she’s chill with him. They don’t interact with each other often, but when they do, Sally’ll just kind of cling onto the guy innocently. he doesn’t really mind. She reminds him of his sister anyway….

|Crystal Lux| Speaking of Nathan’s sister, we have, well- Nathan’s sister! She’s like an older sister to a bunch of ghosts and spirits, like Sally, Lifeless Lucy, and more.

|Brian / Hoodie| She’s fine with him. He gets her candy every time he visits her. All he’s gotta do is follow her boundaries and he’s fine! And he does. He’s respectful.

|Tim / Masky| ehhh, she doesn’t really like him.

|Lazari| She misses her. A lot. And whenever Blake is around, she’ll ask him how Lazari’s been!

|Kate the Chaser| Big sister!

That’s all for now! Who next?

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perci-vaillentina · 1 month ago

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Welcome to the Orchard!

[first image and original design concept by @eternal-soup!]

An in character blog for my (mod, @stormbreaker-290) Moth Sona, Perci Vaillentina!

They live on their lonesome on a peaceful, secluded, open plot of land, caretaking for her own fruit tree orchard and the garden that surrounds it.

Perci talks "like this"

General things to know:

Due to Perci being more of a persona/representation of myself, please keep any asks respectful/equal to what you'd send to my main.

As of currently, Perci doesn't have much of a story! Feel free to send asks to help develop and learn more about him with me along the way.

Some suggestive themes are likely to pop up, so please mind the tags! I try to tag everything properly where applicable.

Feel free to start up a silly roleplay or interaction! I'll get to them whenever I can, and most will probably be lighthearted and lower effort (unless I get too into the thread, which is more than likely)

This blog is really just for fun! ^^ and I hope y'all can have some fun with it too :]

Like the mod, Perci uses he/she/they/any pronouns, no preference.

More info to be added <3

#rp tag #percis mailbox #<- ask tag #perci the beloved #masterpost #more tags to be added

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sithsrevenge · 9 months ago

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≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ --- “i need an easy friend ”

------------- >> SAV'S MASTERLIST!!

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pt. 1 . . . FANFICS :

-------- actual full length fics, not one shots!!

tate langdon : cobain ---- link

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------- synopsis: uhh just look at the fics description on wattpad, it basically explains it all!!

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pt. 2 . . . ONE SHOTS :

cooper day : three cheers for sweet revenge ---- link

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------- synopsis: moody boyfriend x sunshine partner on halloween real not clickbait!! reader convinces cooper to match halloween costumes with her, and landed on a specific mcr related couples costume!

peter maximoff : breakfast club ---- link

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------- synopsis: reader is considered a bit of a basket case amongst her classmates, an enigma to most. during detention one day, the annoying kleptomaniac decides to bother reader! the two totally dont hit it off at first, but eventually learn to appreciate one another

max cooperman : cinema nerd ---- link

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------- synopsis: when a film nerd and wannabe director gets invited to the movies by their cutie patootie best friend, sparks fly. reader geeks out over the cinematography and max just falls more in love with them

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pt. 3 . . . BOTS :

todd haynes : you like comics? ---- link

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------- synopsis: todd has the FATTEST crush on user, its really not as subtle as he thinks. so, when user is spotted at atomic comics, with a little push from his pals, todd finally makes a move on user! well, sort of

tate langdon : about a girl ---- w.i.p

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------- synopsis: based on my fic cobain. go read it!! its so much better than the bot. anyways. user is a musician who shares a couple classes with tate, and one lovely day whilst he was at a music store, user performs nirvana's about a girl. obviously tate fell in love right then and there

james patrick march : name of love ---- link

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------- synopsis: james finally found his new obsession. after decades of not getting over the countess, a specific guest has his smitten. so he did what any normal person would do and killed them to be with him forever! how sweet!

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orenjis-205 · 1 month ago

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What if bob made everyone friendship bracelets with his infinite free time

Like imagine at first everyone wearing it just to please bob, but then they get attached to it and panic when it snaps or a bead falls off

And also a doodle dump

if anyone has a cooler bracelet design or any other idea pls tag me i wanna see

@abartistbanana look look

#PLEASE HELP FIX BOB’s IM LAZY #thunderbolts #thunderbolts*#john walker #alexei shostakov #yelena belova #ava starr #bucky barnes #void #doodle dump #thunderbolts fanart #more tags to be added

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bootswiththefur565 · 2 months ago

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Phantoms of the Ringmaster part 1

Warnings: mentions of gore, hints to domestic abuse, clowns ig

AGAIN I do not own Tim, Brian, Toby, nor Kate. All characters belong to their respected owners.

YES I KNOW CHARACTERS FROM MARBLE HORNETS ARE NOT PROXIES. Like many other individuals I like the thought of a crossover AU

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror stood a young woman. Dark auburn hair framed her oval face with loose curls. Her bangs slightly hid her rosy cheeks as they hung below her chin. A small cluster of freckles were dusted across the bridge of her snub nose; contrasting against her sun-kissed skin.

Eyes dark as coal flicked to her fuller lower lip as she applied a coat of chapstick. She then shifted her gaze down to inspect her appearance. She ran a hand down bronze sweater; smoothing it out over her slightly curvy frame. Her bell bottom jeans were light blue and lacked any type of hole or rip. Adorning her feet were dark brown hiking boots that were worn, but were subtly hidden by her jeans.

It wasn’t the most put together outfit, but it was something decent to wear.

The woman then peered back into the mirror; one last check to ensure everything was still in order. Her tired eyes widened slightly at the discoloration around her neck. Her light pink lips pulled into a small frown as her hands adjusted her turtleneck, unfolding the cotton once so it covered the entirety of the area. Once done with the menial task she forced a smile onto her face, revealing a small gap between her two front teeth.

“You deserve this..”, she mumbled the affirmation, her voice soft and smooth along with a southern drawl. Though her tone was uncertain.

Once satisfied with her appearance she left the bathroom and turned left into a hall. The walls were sage green, the wooden floor was dark oak. Her boots made a soft clack with each step she took. After a short walk she was met with her living room. Anyone and their mother could agree that the area was cozy.

On the right side of the room was a fireplace lined with brick, a shelf sat atop it. Embellishing the shelf was small ornaments such as snow globes, a wooden unicorn, and various framed pictures. The snow globes were little glimpses of different parts of the states. One was the skyscrapers in New York City, another was the boardwalk in New Jersey, and the last one was the Grand Canyon in Arizona.

The wooden unicorn had white, chipped paint for its base while its mane and tail was a golden color. It was mid-gallop with its head tilted down. Half of the horn had snapped off, the woman could never find the missing piece. Could she even call it a unicorn anymore, or was it now just a horse?

The pictures seemed to be candid; catching and freezing moments in time. One was of a dog with a comically large pink bow wrapped around its neck. The breed was of a Golden retriever , and the dog looked to be almost too large to fit in the photo.

Another picture revealed two women hugging. The one on the left was a tad taller and had almond toned skin. Her box braids fell neatly over her shoulders. The woman’s mouth was agape, the corners of her full lips were curled into a wide grin; she was mid-laugh. Her heart-shaped head tilted downwards to rest against the shorter woman, her semi-muscular arms draped themselves over her. Adorning her figure was a white sundress decorated with sunflowers. At her midsection protruded with a decent sized bump.

The woman on the right had dark auburn hair that was just about a medium length and fell just below her shoulders. Her loose curls seemed to be expended in mid-air. The woman was smiling from ear to ear, so much so her eyes were shut. She appeared to have perched herself on her tip-toes. She had one hand adorning the taller women’s shoulder while the left rested on the women’s bump. A gold band gleamed on her ring finger. She wore a long sleeved cream colored dress. The sleeves were slightly poofy and were somewhat see-through. There was a dark spot decorating her wrist, though one might miss it if they looked too quickly.

The last picture that sat right in the middle of the shelf. The frame was a baby pink and had red hearts lining the sides. The glass was cracked at the bottom left corner.

Inside, facing each other was a bride and groom. They look as if they are in the middle of speaking their vows. Both convey the impression of being young, though the women seems slightly more youthful. Just a little shy of eighteen. She wore a modest white dress that covered the entirety of her chest and was cut at the shoulders to leave her arms bare. Her veil was pulled back, and laid on her braided updo of brown locks. Lips curled into a subtle smile, revealing her small tooth gap. Dark eyes half lidded as she gazed at the man before her.

The groom was decently taller than the bride and seemed a little older. His skin was fair and sitting atop his head was a cool blonde hair that was buzzed. A roman nose adorned his face. Hair lined his jaw. Grey eyes met the ones of his bride. He seemed to be mid-sentence.

What a happy day.

About a yard away from the fireplace was a wool rug that took up most of the living room. Adorning the carpeting was a small glass coffee table along with a black leather couch, only big enough for two.

The young adult roamed into the living space, fingers lightly fiddling with the gold band on her finger.

“Candy honey.”, she beckoned.

Right on cue a golden retriever hobbled out of the kitchen that was adjacent from the living room. The dog’s fur was no longer as golden as it once were as much white seemed to peek through what golden locks were left. Cataracts had plagued the poor animal, leaving its eyes cloudy.

Saving the poor creature the journey, the women met it half way. She perched herself on her haunches so that she could be on level with the animal. Her hands tenderly rubbed the dog’s droopy ears.

“My sweet gurl,”she drawled, “I’ll be back before you know it.”

She left Candy with a kiss on her brown nose.

The young adult briskly strolled towards the front door, ivory in color and heavy to pull. With a grunt she yanked it open and stepped out. There was no porch, just a slight incline of cracked cement. The temperature was comfortable, the occasional brisk breeze blew by but it was nothing to bat an eye over. As the wind blew a mild, hollow clacking sound echoed from the bamboo wind chime hung on a nearby tree.

The woman’s lawn was a tad overgrown. Here and there was the occasional wildflower popping up, or at least that’s what the woman might call them. Her husband thought of them to be weeds.

Lucille had locked the door behind her and leaned her figure against the door. A soft humming emanated from her— a simple way to pass the time. The song she picked was “Tonight You Belong To Me” by Patience and Prudence; it was one of her late mother’s favorite songs.

Something drifted through Lucille’s humming; purring. Though Lucille refused to gaze down, even as she felt pressure push against her shins.

Cats are always so pushy.

The woman would be lying if she claimed she wasn’t tempted to reach down and scoop the feline up in her grasp, to shower it with love— but she knew better.

Pulling up in front of the empty dirt driveway was a tan ford focus. Though it wasn’t necessary, Lucille walked around the feline before proceeding down the concrete path. She put her pep in her step, eager to reach the passenger seat. Subsequently the window began to roll down, revealing a friendly face.

“Lucille hurry up, Mark is getting fussy!”, a woman with almond toned skin beckoned.

Her ebony hair was now placed in long Ghana braids. Decorating her full lips was a shade of carmine. The woman’s nail dragged under her lower lip, assuring that the lipstick stayed on her lips only. Adorning her pear-shaped figure was a pair of high-rise dark blue jeans along with a tight shirt that seemed to be the same shade as her lips. Draped over both shoulders was a jean-jacket. Hazel's eyes shifted from the rear view mirror to Lucille, a smile tugged at her lips.

“You're the one who showed up late, Amara.”, she teased.

The auburn haired woman opened the door and sat herself down next to her companion in the driver’s seat. She reached over and side-hugged her before turning back to the backseat. There in a carrier attached to the seat was an infant no more than six months old. His bronze toned skin shined in the rays from the setting sun spilling in from the window. At the sight of Lucille his little eyes widened and his babbling increased. A tiny, pudgy hand reached out.

“Hello Mark.”,the shorter woman cooed as the corners of her mouth quirked upwards.

“He missed his auntie.”, Amara spoke sweetly as she put her car in drive.

As the car started to pull away Lucille’s dark eyes peered over at her home. There sitting by the door was an orange tabby. Its fur was on the longer side and it had a large shaggy tail. Albeit the most noteworthy feature of the feline was the way its midsection of its tiny body was flat and seemed barely held together by the skin of the poor creature. Bones that the woman could only assume was once the creature’s ribs protruded from the mangled area. It was almost like the front portion of the animal was completely separate from its backside. Although Lucille supposed that was what happened when something gets hit by a car.

Nevertheless the creature groomed itself as if nothing was amiss— still trying to clean off the red that staind its fur.

The poor cat was once owned by Lucille’s neighbors. Marmalade was hit by the auburn haired woman’s husband after a long shift at the police station. He denied it, but the gore still attached to his tire begged otherwise.

Now the house was getting smaller and smaller in the side view mirror. The base of the house was an arctic gray along with white accents. Only the roof was a shade darker. Her home was surrounded by plenty of woods, and her closest neighbor was about two miles away, they would be passing them soon.

“How’s the birthday girl feelin’?”, Amara mused.

“Excited.”, Lucille sheepishly replied.

“You should be! Ts’not everyday that the circus comes to Oak Hollow.”, implored Amara as she drove through the back road.

Oak Hollow, Lousina. The population was barely in the three thousands. The town itself is cut out from most of society; the next town over was a two hour drive away. Being surrounded by farmland and dense wooded areas made the residents close with one another.

“Though Luce..”, Amara paused for a moment, considering her next words wisely, “ Don’t you think for your twenty first that we should’ve gone to the bar? Y’know Tommy wouldn’t mind watching over Mark.”

“I ain’t one for drinkin’ Mara. You know that.”, Lucille murmured, attention on the passing of trees out the window

“Does he know that you're going out tonight?”, Amara inquired softly.

Lucille nodded her head solemnly. “He’s out most nights anyway, he won’t miss me.”

The woman’s thin eyebrows furrowed at her friend's response. “ Luce you can always—”

“Don’t worry ‘bout that now Mara, we’re about to have a great night. Let’s save this heavy talk for another time.”,the auburn haired woman spoke swiftly.

They fell into silence once more, till finally Lucille had spoken up. She popped questions about the circus; admitting that she had never been to one before. Lighthearted conversation bloomed. The two friends went back and forth for the rest of the twenty five minute drive.

Finally they turned into a wide dirt lot where many other cars were parked. Once they picked a spot they began walking with other individuals towards the carnival in the distance. Various flashing lights glowed in the fast coming dusk, especially the large Farris wheel. There seemed to be other various rides available; a couple of mini roller coasters here and there. The most noticeable aspect was the giant red and white tent that had a flag flying effortlessly in the wind on the top. Like moths to a flame, people meandered towards the entrance that was guarded with a ticket booth.

Lucille and Amara walked side by side with one another. Held securely in Amara’s arms was little Mark in all his glory. Lucille carried a baby blue diaper bag in her left hand. The two women were chatting until Lucille slowed her pace. There was a soft buzz in her ears, the air shifted slightly. Her free hand hugged the opposite arm at the intrusion.

“You hear that?”, Lucille inquired before looking up at her friend with a raised brow.

Amara didn’t have the chance to answer her companion before the auburn haired woman was nudged into her side. The sudden force caused the diaper bag to slip from Lucille’s grasp and a small gasp to emanate from her lips.

Like bulls in a china shop three men pushed by.

Snippets of their conversation could be heard as they rushed through the crowd.

“—can’t stay long, if one of those clown fucks figures out we’re here it’s gonna be a whole lot harder to get out.”, the first man spoke in a hushed tone.

He had a wider frame than his two companions, adorning his figure with a minuted orange jacket that was zipped up. His clenched fists were thick, subtle hair ran from his wrists to his knuckles. Baggy dark blue jeans hugged his hips. If he hadn’t been so rude before Lucille might have felt bad for looking at his ass as he strode by. His footsteps were heavy as his work boots made contact with the dirt path. Lining his prominent jaw was a slight stubble that led to his broad sideburns. Dark brown hair swept in front of his chestnut eyes.

For going to a circus he looked anything but excited. His brows were knit together and a scowl pulled at his lips. Dark circles sat just beneath his eyes. As he passed by, so did the smell of cigarettes.

“We just need at least two.”, another man stated in an even tone. His skinny, pencil mustache that had a slit in it right above his cupid's bow stretched as he spoke.

The man fell into step with the sideburn man. He was about half a head taller than his companion. His hair was light brown and was a little on the shorter side while fluffier on the top. His eyes were a dark hazel, and seemed to be locked onto the man with a scowl. Decorating his broad shoulders was a pale yellow hoodie, a gray strap of a large backpack was draped over his left shoulder. His hands were hidden behind black gloves.

“Yuu-You think wuh-we could grab -Watch the road- Kate some cotton can-candy on our wuh-way out?”, sputtered out a man with a decent sized bandage on his left cheek.

He trailed behind the other two men. He was around the same height as the man with sideburns, maybe a little shorter. The man wore a beige jacket with brown stripes on the sleeves and a blue hood peaking out. His black jeans were torn and looked washed out. His hair was brunette and had a slight curl to it as it protruded out of the baseball cap. The rim of the hat was dark while the top was white. Stitched onto the front of the fabric was a yellow rectangle with an ‘X’ through it. Dark eyes flickered from his companions to others around him. His brows were furrowed. There was a scar cutting through his left eye brow. Slight stubble lined the edge of his pale jaw. His mouth was pulled into a straight line, although every now and then he would quirk his head to the side or grimace. Unlike the other two who seem to be in their late twenties or early thirties, he looked to be in his early twenties.

None of them looked to be thrilled, weary might be a better word to describe them. They stayed close to one another, especially the sideburn man and the yellow hoodie man. Everything about them was off kilter, from the way they spoke to the way the air shifted about them.

“That might make her sick Tobes—”,the man in the yellow hoodie began to gently correct his friend.

*AHEM!*

The awful noise emanated from Amara’s throat. She would seem laxed—unbothered even, if it weren’t for the way her almond-shaped eyes narrowed and her brows pinched together in a downwards manner. Not long after catching their attention did she shift Mark’s weight into her other hand, leaning the excess on her hip. Her right arm draped over Lucille who seemed to be staring up at her own friend in disbelief.

The three men stopped in their tracks. Sideburn man clenched his jaw, his face screamed unamused. The man with the bandage gave a dazed look of bewilderment, that was until his head cracked to the side.

Only one of them seemed to catch the hint. Briskly the man in the yellow hoodie turned on his heel and scooped up the diaper bag.

“Sorry ma'am.”, he acknowledged as he held the bag to Lucille, a soft smile present on his lips.

Even slouching he seemed to be a giant compared to the two women and Amara was above average for a woman’s height.

A satisfied smirk tugged at Amara’s full lips as Lucille took the bag back into her grasp. The amber haired women was finding it difficult deciphering what the man had said; her ears were practically ringing now with static.

“Don’t worry about it.”, the shorter woman mumbled finally, a red plague flooded her face. How dare Amara do this?

The man nodded before returning to his friends, as they strode off, so did the previous buzzing.

“Something ain’t right with them.”, Lucille whispered.

“Damn right, they don’t have any manners!”, Amara snapped, once again she adjusted Mark into both of her arms.

Amara cracked a few hurtful jokes about the strange individuals as they approached the ticket booth. The booth was decorated head to toe with an obnoxious amount of color. Images such as stars, flowers, butterflies, and much more, seemed to have been painted on haphazardly.

Inside standing above was a girl with sienna toned skin. Her face was diamond shaped, round, doe-like eyes peered down at the two women. Lilac eyeshadow danced around her dark eyes, broad strokes of black painted thick vertical strokes from her skinny eyebrows to an inch below her eyes. Horizontal strokes of the same substance adorned the corners of her mouth, giving her the appearance of a wider smile. Prettifying her cheeks was a heart on either side, the same shade as her eyeshadow. Though not being able to see her lower half, she was wearing a baggy long-sleeved shirt with bushy black feathers spurring from the collar. In addition there were two medium sized balls, also covered in feathers, that trailed down the shirt.

Her most noticeable feature was her hair. Her roots were ebony but faded to indigo, and then to the familiar lilac. There were two high pigtail bubble braids that sat atop her head. Lucille could not see how long they were— she wondered if she had extensions in.

To top off the look, on the center of her head was a party hat. The base was lilac with tiny black stars that covered the item from top to bottom. The tip of the hat had a smaller ball of black feathers.

Lucille’s world shifted slightly as she stood by the woman before— a small case of vertigo. A small chill began to creep its way up her spine.

“Two tickets? Kids come for free.” , the woman spoke with a honeyed tone before waving at Mark. Her voice drawing Lucille back to the present.

Lucille and Amara fought over who was paying, much to Lucille’s dismay Amara was able to give the ticket master the money first.

“It’s your birthday! I am not having you pay, this is my present to you!”, Amara declared boisterously as they strode into the park.

Lucille huffed at her statement.

There was so much to do, so many vendors, events, challenges, and rides. Though both of the companions agreed on getting something to eat while they perused around.

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dreamyparchment · 2 months ago

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As The World Caves In (Chapter One)(KiriBaku)

When Bakugou Katsuki said everyone could go fuck off and die, he didn’t mean it literally. When the infection broke out, he felt like the world was playing some cruel joke on him. It was as if God himself was punishing him for always telling everyone to go drop dead. It had happened so quickly, one moment he was in class and the next thing he knew he was running for his life. Running towards home faster than he thought was possible, pushing himself to the point of tripping over his feet and wheezing with every breath. It had happened too quickly. The death of his parents, the starvation, the will to live slipping through his very fingers. It had happened. The end of civilization, the end of the world as he knew it, and worse of all, him being alone. Everyone he knew was dead, or at least, he could only assume. They were dead to him as far as he was concerned. He learned early on that it was shittier to hope someone was alive only to later come across their dead corpse or their zombified body shuffling amongst the brain dead crowds. Now there he was, the great and prideful Bakugou Katsuki, holing up on top of an abandoned TJ Maxx while scarfing down his last can of food. His ribs pressed harshly against his taught skin and his dry lips greedily soaked in the canned fruits juices as it went down his throat. Then it was gone. Just like that, he was once again out of food. His stomach gave a low grumble of protest, begging him for more of something he didn’t have. The blonde closed his eyes, thinking of his mom’s homemade lasagna and his dad’s grill outs. What he wouldn’t give for just one more bite.

He opens his eyes and sits up more. This means he needs to go scavenging for more supplies. His body is in a sorry state, malnourished and weakened, although thankfully still packing some muscle and not completely broken down yet. His face had slimmed down somewhat, but he had managed to avoid hollowed cheeks and sunken eyes. For now. Not exactly ideal for a dangerous mission such as this one. Bakugou leaned over the edge of the roof and peered down. Below was a smaller crowd than usual of the dead shuffling mindlessly around. It seemed like a good sign. When he first made the roof his new home the area was a hotspot of activity. Over the span of the past month he noticed the numbers have slowly begun to thin out, possibly due to the fact there weren’t any people left in the area besides a guy on a rooftop. He smiled to himself, a small glimmer of hope igniting within him at the thought. Before he had the chance to daydream about an easier life he was interrupted by the sudden sound of banging against the door that led to the roof. The door that led to him. He jumped up quietly, immediately grabbing his bow and arrow in preparation. The banging continued but more fervently. He twitched in agitation. He thought it might be best to open the door and take out the zombie behind it before the sound attracted more attention, but what if it wasn’t just one? What if a whole horde had managed to break through his barriers while he was sleeping? It wasn’t likely, but still a possibility. Bakugou bit his lip and began to gnaw on it aggressively. He didn’t know what he should do.

“Please open the door!” What? A voice? He lowered his bow for a moment before coming back to his senses. As far as he was concerned, people were just as if not more dangerous than a zombie. Zombies tended to be on the slower side, they couldn’t think, and they can’t have hidden intentions or use weapons. But people? People will do anything they can to survive, it’s instinct. “Fuck, I know you’re there! Please I promise I don’t mean any harm! I have food and- and water! I’ll share, I promise! They’re coming, please just let me in!”

Bakugou’s stomach growled at the mention of food. Fuck it. What did he have to lose at this point? His life? He was already on track for that at this point. He rushed to the door and unbolted the chain then quickly pushed aside the shitty barricade he had set up in front of it. He swung open the door and met eyes with a tall muscular man, a guy no older than 23 probably, he was sure of it. The stranger flashed him a nervous but genuine smile and rushed past him. The blonde stood there for a moment, dumbfounded by this clearly healthy individual and then quickly shut the door. He set the chain and the barricade back up and then studied the stranger more. He had striking red hair with ruby eyes to match, a small scar above his eye, and chiselled features that matched his build.

“Um…hi?” The man croaked out, nervously flitting his eyes side to side before meeting Bakugou’s eyes once more. “I’m Kirishima Eijiro, it’s nice to meet you.” The words hung there, no response to pick up where they left off. This man, Kirishima, brought his hand up behind his head nervously. “Thank you for letting me in.”

“How many?” Bakugou asked, not able to think of anything else to say.

“How many…?” Kirishima responded, confused by the blonde’s words.

“How many were there? How many followed you here?” Bakugou pressed on. A look of realization made its way onto the redhead's face. “Oh, only like 5! I was gonna kill them but I tripped and dropped my crowbar downstairs. I didn’t have the chance to pick it back up so I just ran til I saw that door,” Kirishima helpfully supplied. Bakugou felt the knot in his chest that he wasn’t aware of til then loosen. That’s manageable, easy even. He nodded.

“What’s your name man?” Kirishima sat down and smiled at the blonde, waiting eagerly for his response. Bakugou’s eye twitched.

“Why the fuck do you wanna know?” Kirishima laughed at the harsh words.

“‘Cause I told you mine, I think it’s only fair you tell me yours, right?” He flashed a smile.

“I think savin’ yer’ ass was enough,” Bakugou grumbled. The redhead threw his head back and laughed, shoulder’s shaking to the beat of deep laughter leaving his chest. Kirishima wiped a tear away from his eye, shrugging once he was done. “I guess that’s fair,” he started, “I guess I’ll have to earn it.” Bakugou rolled his eyes and sighed. Great. He was stuck with some happy-go-lucky asshole that still had his spirit intact. He didn’t even know people like that could exist in this kind of world.

“Ya said somethin’ ‘bout food and water. Were you bullshittin’ me?”

“Not at all! I wouldn’t lie about something like that, that’s pretty fucked up bro.”

“I’m not yer’ fuckin’ bro, okay?” Bakugou hissed out. Kirishima bit back a laugh, this guy reminded him of a defensive cat. The redhead threw his hands up in surrender and nodded.

“Okay, but seriously. I promised you food and water, and you shall receive!” Kirishima rushed to take off his backpack and began to rifle through it. “What’re you in the mood for? I have chili, fruit, corn, peas, pumpkin pie filling, baked beans, and a couple cups of strawberry jello.” Bakugou’s eyebrows raised in surprise at all the options. How was he able to acquire so much food? It’s been a constant struggle since the third month of the apocalypse for the blonde to get his hands on more than just a couple cans of food at a time. Instead of pressing the redhead about it, Bakugou decided to take advantage of this rare opportunity.

“Can I…can I have some of that chili?” Just the thought of the hearty meal made his mouth salivate. Kirishima nodded enthusiastically and tossed him the can. Lo and behold there it was in all its glory. The can was slightly dented and the label was partly peeled off but there was no mistaking it. It was definitely a can of chili. The blonde rushed over to where he kept his can opener and spoon, immediately ripping the can open and devouring its contents. Kirishima sat there in silence, watching this stranger eat like he hadn’t touched food in weeks. He allowed his eyes to wander, suddenly feeling bad for watching this guy like he was at the zoo. He took in the sight of a tarp set up in one of the corners, a sleeping bag unrolled and clearly well-slept in underneath it, a tattered book right next to it, and a small lantern and flashlight tucked away in the deepest corner of the makeshift shelter. In another corner was a bucket for god knows what, an empty gallon jug that was laid on its side revealing multiple holes poked into the bottom of it, and a towel folded neatly off to the side. ‘Did this guy build his own makeshift shower system?’ he thought to himself. It was impressive really. He looked back towards the blonde’s direction, noticing a rugged backpack sat nicely next to the man half open. He couldn’t see inside of it from his position, but it looked bulky and full. The silence stretched until Bakugou had finished his food.

“...Thank you,” Bakugou practically whispered the words but the redhead had heard them. He smiled brightly in response. “If you don’t mind me asking,” Kirishima started with some hesitance, “How long have you been living up here?”

Bakugou sat for a moment, mulling over whether he should tell him to shut the fuck up or if he should just try and have a conversation. He surprised himself by going with the latter. “About three months now. Or at least I think. It’s a bitch to track how much time has passed nowadays.”

“Damn dude! Three months? You must be getting low on supplies around here, yeah?” Kirishima asked the question genuinely. He has come across a couple people who were too scared to go scavenging, so they ended up putting themselves up somewhere they would be generally safe from zombies until they slowly starved to death or killed themselves. Some people would rather go out on their own terms. However, he gets the feeling that this guy isn’t like that. So why is he sticking around now that food is clearly scarce? It’s a pretty easy assumption to make considering how this guy ate that can of chili.

Bakugou shifted around where he sat, looking side to side and avoiding any eye contact for the time being. “It’s not like the area’s completely out or nothin’,” he shrugged, “Jus’ gettin’ a little low I guess.”

Kirishima hummed and thought for a moment before saying, “So you’re just going to stay here til’ it runs out?” Bakugou shrugged again. “I mean- fuck, I don’t fuckin’ know. I’m just playin’ shit day by day. Don’t you do that?” Bakugou asked. Finally the blonde met Kirishima’s eyes.

“I did…at first. But I realized it wasn’t sustainable to stay in one spot for too long. Eventually the easily accessible food runs out and then you’re stuck going further and further away or forced to go to dangerous spots just for more stuff, y’know? I usually set up camp for a couple weeks, maybe a month at a time, then I go on my way. It’s crappy and risky to constantly be on the move but it keeps the food and water coming, so I don’t really have any complaints. Plus it’s kinda cool to get to go to places I was never able to before.” Kirishima’s answer struck a chord with the blonde. He understood exactly what he meant. He had done what Kirishima is doing now when everything first started. But after his mom kicked the bucket he slowly lost the motivation to get out there. Her last words were, “You have to live on Katsuki. Live for us.” He guessed somewhere along the way his brain got hung up on the living aspect and not the surviving part that comes with it. He wasn’t really sure what to say so he let the silence stretch on until Kirishima broke it once more.

“So how old are you? You look like you’re around my age.” Once again, Bakugou wasn’t sure if he should answer but opened his mouth once more. “22…you?” The blonde stared intensely at the redhead, waiting for his response.

“Hey I knew it! Me too!” Kirishima laughed a little bit at the knowledge he was right and the coincidence of it all. “I was in college when it all happened, I was studying to do something with fitness. My class was playing baseball when suddenly BOOM! A bunch of zombies started running at us and attacked everyone. Thankfully I was up to bat, that came in handy.”

“And why are you telling me this?” Bakugou asked.

“Just tryna make conversation, let you get to know me a bit, hoping you’ll share about yourself too,” was Kirishima’s answer. Bakugou hummed, surprised at himself for not being totally annoyed. It was…nice? It was nice to talk to someone besides himself, to know that his words were actually being heard and responded to. Fuck it.

“I…” the blonde started, not really sure what he should say, “I was also in college. Archeology major. But at the time I was in my archery class.” Kirishima nodded, clearly interested and excited that this stranger was trying to open up, even a little.

“Is that where that bow came from?” The redhead pointed towards the bow that lay off to the side, forgotten.

“No…that’s my personal bow. The one from class got fucked up in the process. I ran out of arrows on my way home and had to beat the fuckers out of my way with it.” Kirishima chose not to press further. He could tell this guy had a harder time in the beginning than himself. The redhead was fortunate when he thought about it. The baseball field was right next to a parking lot and a decent distance away from the school. He only needed to kill a handful of zombies before he was able to make it to his car and speed home. His school was on the outskirts of the city and so was his home, he was fortunate the traffic hadn’t reached him yet. This guy though, just from this small bit of information, Kirishima could tell he had to fight tooth and nail to get to where he is. “That…sounds tough man. I’m sorry.” Kirishima said, not really sure what to say besides that.

“It’s whatever. Been there, done that, it’s over with. You went through the same shit anyway. Two different sides of the same shitty coin.” Kirishima laughed bitterly at the strangers words.

“Y’know bro-”

“I already said I’m not your bro.”

“Right. My bad. Uh- dude?”

“Not that either.”

“Well then what am I supposed to call you?” Kirishima stared at the blonde man sitting across from him, waiting for an answer. Bakugou thought about it, mulling over some options in his head before rolling his eyes.

“Ah what the hell. What’s the fucking point anyway? The name’s Bakugou, Bakugou Katsuki.” Kirishima lit up.

“Bakugou! You told me your name! Ha! I knew you’d tell me,” the words fell off the redheads' lips followed by a sly smirk.

“Don’t go sayin’ that shit willy nilly, alright? You’re fuckin’ lucky I even told you.”

“I won’t! I won’t….Bakugou.”

“Hey!”

End of Chapter One

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mygayahhthoughts · 11 months ago

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I reallyyyy want to tie them down and start fucking with them. I want to keep a vibrator pressed firmly against their clit while it’s on the highest setting so all they can do is whine and try their best to pull away from the stimulation. I want to start teasing their chest with my mouth, kissing and licking and sucking everywhere but their nipples, making them beg and try to push up into me, only for me to slap their face and tell them to be good and stay still. I want to reach down and press my fingers against their cunt while they’re distracted with begging and trying not to cum too soon. I want to hear them gasp and moan as I push my fingers in and make fun of them for how wet and desperate they already are for me. I want to make them repeat my name over and over as they come undone on my fingers so they always remember who owns their cunt.

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mothmanssweetsucculentass · 1 year ago

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Creepypasta Headcanons Masterpost

Title is self explanatory.

This will be a collection of every headcanon/answered ask on This Blog that I’ve posted so far. In the (possibly) near future this will be used as reference for the inevitable Creepypasta ask blog I make.

Please note that as of writing this post (6/18) not every headcanon has been completed. Completed characters are hyperlinked on their names. This post will be updated regularly until all the headcanons have been posted/linked.

Asks are always open on this blog.

11/18 update: I’m down to the last few I’ve specifically put on this list! But tbh I may add other characters like Kate the Chaser and Candypop to this list later down the line if I feel like it. Also, I am purposefully saving Jeff for last in case anyone was wondering why I have yet to do him. I’ve gotten a few requests for Kagekao, so they’re most likely next!

Characters:

BEN Drowned

Eyeless Jack

Bloody Painter

Nurse Ann

Masky and Hoody

Jane the Killer

Clockwork

Sally

Jason the Toymaker

Kagekao

Nina the Killer

Laughing Jack

The Puppeteer

Homicidal Liu

Jeff the Killer

Answered Asks:

Ben’s Splatoon main

Ben meets the Joker

Ben’s friendship with Kagekao

More Ben stuff

A little more Nina Info

Ben and BEN in the SCP universe “what if” scenario

What if Eyeless Jack’s life never got ruined

Clockwork’s outlook on things

Other:

Small Jeff HC

Jane and Liu headcanon

BEN/Ben murder shenanigans

The order of appearances chronologically

#Creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta headcanons #ben drowned #eyeless jack #nurse Ann #bloody painter #more tags to be added

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nubisaureus · 2 years ago

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office sex with Wriothesley

pairing: fem!reader x Wriothesley, undercover agent!reader x Wriothesley, sub!reader x Dom!Wriothesley

content(s): pet names (princess, innocent little thing), spanking, bondage, hint of breeding?, oral (male receiving), vaginal fingering, implied voyeurism, exhibitionism, marking, improper use of Cryo?, cockwarming, cuddling, oral fixation, D/s, praise, slight degradation

word count: 1.76k

NSFW, minors DO NOT interact

a/n listen I'm in my Wriothesley brainrot era so i just had to T^T been having the unholiest thoughts about this man (SIGH. HE GOT ME DOWN BAD.)Anyways, enjoy! <3 ps. not proofread otherwise assignments would kick my ass faster than yall be pulling for waifus and husbandos pps. yes the formatting is sloppy but bear with me I can't stick to one style to save my life I swear

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«Wriothesley…» you whine as the black haired man passionately ravishes your neck, a trail of sloppy kisses coating it with his saliva.

«Hm?» he acknowledges your call, his lips pressing ever so roughly on your sensitive neck, focusing on the crook.

«The office door is not locked.» you state, unable to tear your hands away from his hair, as if it were the only thing keeping you from losing your mind for the Lord of the Fortress you were supposed to be working for and have a mere professional relationship with.

«And..?» his head wanders around, his lips landing on your collarbone, sucking the skin on it, which would have undoubtedly left a hickey.

«And..someone could walk in on us.» you distance yourself a bit, taking him in. You need to kiss every scar on his goddamn body and face.

«Didn't think you'd mind that. Considering how you touch yourself in your cell whenever the guards are not around.» he wasn't wrong.

«How the fuck do you know that?»

«Such an innocent little thing. I know everything that happens in my domain.» he tears your shirt open, revealing the lack of a bra.

«You were eager to say the least, weren't you, [y/n]?» he gropes one breast, using his Cryo vision to slightly make your nipples cold, sending shivers down your spine.

«I- I wouldn't say that..» you feebly protest, as he grabs you from behind, making your bodies crash together.

You whine at the sudden sensory overload. Your skin was too sensitive after his little ice trick.

Your clothed crotches rub against each other, the friction intensifying your arousal.

«Feeling good?» he whispers in your ear, blowing a little bit of air in it.

«Yes daddy.» you mewl, as he roughly tears your shorts apart.

«Spread your legs wide, princess.» he orders, his voice raspy.

You can't help but comply, and soon enough your panties lie somewhere on the floor, just a useless trinket.

He traces your outer labia with one icy cold finger.

«So wet. And I haven't done anything yet.» he murmurs, while you can't help but try to get him closer to you.

You want his mouth on yours, so you grab him, his lips crashing onto yours as soon as he's close enough, making you moan on the spot.

With every expert movement of his tongue, every gentle tug at your hair, every cold breath on your lips, you got needier. Like an insatiable hunger was consuming you from your very core.

As he's bent on you, his tongue intertwining with yours, you hear metal clatter in the background.

And soon enough, the source of the sound becomes clear: his handcuffs.

The same handcuffs he'd always toy around with, resulting in prisoners being intimidated, while you both knew it was a game he enjoyed playing when he had to act like you two were just the Duke and an inmate like any other.

He snaps them open, making you sit up straight.

«Chest out, pretty girl. Put those arms behind you.» you do, and your breasts perk out at the motion, sending them jiggling in front of his hungry eyes.

You can sense the intensity in his stare: it feels like your body is about to catch on fire; he's staring at you like you're his prey, all his to enjoy.

«Such a good girl..» his words feel like electricity as he snaps the two metal rings onto your wrists, the sudden cold material making you flinch.

«Thanks daddy.» you give him the doe eyes, doing your best to display how submissive you feel, the growing bulge telling you you were doing a good job.

«You're so fucking gorgeous, princess.» he growls as he bends you over.

«That's it. Ass up for me. Spread those legs again.»

You can feel the cold air caressing your outer labia, yet can't determine where it comes rom: is it his breath? Is it him using his Cryo powers?

As three fingers enter you, your thoughts come to a halt: your entire mind gets flooded with pleasure, all the brain centers suddenly overstimulated simultaneously.

His free hand grabs your bound wrists, tugging at them so that you'd rise up a bit, making his fingers go deeper.

«That's it. Take them all. I know you want it.»

«N-ngh…» is the only sound you can mutter, as he uses his thumb to apply pressure on your clit, the pleasure so intense your vision starts blurring and little tears start rolling down your cheeks.

«F-fuck..!» you scream, but then bite your lip, the fear of being discovered subconsciously stopping you.

Smack.

A hard spank on your left butt cheek.

As his hand connects with your soft and warm flesh you squeal in surprise, drawing a hiss out of him.

«Wrio-» another spank.

«Try again, princess. I'm sure you'll find it in that pleasure intoxicated brain of yours, won't you?»

«Yes daddy.» your mouth moves before your brain, and you get rewarded with a kiss on the ass, exactly where his hand print is, you reckon.

«Don't you dare be quiet. I want to hear how much you desperately crave it, princess.» his voice is thick and raspy, lust corrupting his usual calm manner of speaking.

«B-but the door…!» you object, only to get spanked again.

«And what IF they hear you? Are you afraid they'll discover how much of a slut you are for me and my cock, hm?» he buries his fingers deeper in your pussy, leaving only his knuckles out.

«A-ah..!» you scream, arching your back higher.

In. Out. In. Out.

At one point you start bucking your hips to meet him, evidence being his groaning as your ass smacks his wrist, causing a slapping sound that echoes in the silence of his office, amplified by the hollow space beneath the floor.

«You're so tight..!» he groans, as he continues fingering you.

You moan his name over and over again, unable to resist his carefully calculated motions.

«I..I think I'm gonna cum..!» you scream yet again, as he inserts one last finger. Four long fingers stretching you out.

But, to your disappointment, it's over way too soon.

He retracts, leaving you hungry and empty, needing to be filled, a sense of emptiness overwhelming you.

«Daddy please…» you whine, as he lifts you up, making you sit with your legs spread out and your pussy facing him.

He shoves his fingers in your mouth, making you instinctively suck on them.

As you suck on his fingers drool starts escaping the corners of your mouth, dripping on your bare breasts.

Then suddenly you feel yourself drop on your knees, and uncontrollable urge to suck him off blossoming inside you.

«Oh? You're that eager, huh?» he comments, as he drags his fingers around, smearing your lips and cheeks with your own saliva. And then his cock is out in all its glory.

«I know, I know, princess. You want it so badly, don't you?» you nod eagerly, hands still tied behind your back.

You don't wait for his permission, you just take it in your mouth; his ungodly moans fill the room: there's just something so primal in hearing him moan your name with his voice, something that makes your arousal drip down your thighs.

He grabs your hair, moving your head up and down on his shaft, and you eagerly go along with it, feeling the taste of his pre-cum starting to spill.

«That's it, princess. Don't stop…!» he basically screams, as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth: finally, after what it seems like an eternity to him, he erupts in orgasm, spurting in your mouth.

You lick your lips clean as he helps you back to your feet, his eyes veiled with a post orgasmic bliss you know way too well.

«You've been so good, princess. You deserve a reward.» he cooes, kissing you. His hands are on your back, holding you gently as he deepens the kiss.

«Tell me. – his cold breath tickles your lips, making you shiver – You want my cock, don't you?»

You nod, staring at him in pure spellbound attraction. You can't tell what feeling rises in your heart, so you decide to ignore it for the time being.

Soon enough you can feel the delicious sensation of him stretching you out with his cock, filling you up to every last inch. You finally feel full again, the uncomfortable emptiness gone, filled by the only thing you had desired all day: HIM. You cry his name out, as he relentlessly pounds into you, your tits jiggling with every thrust of his big cock.

«You're even tighter now..!» he screams, as he continues pounding: his cock repeatedly hits your G-spot, making you see stars.

The pleasure is just too good, too overwhelming, your insides clenching around him, milking him dry.

«Daddy please I want to touch you..» you whine, as he relentlessly hammers himself into you.

«Please..» you beg again, extending your head to kiss his neck.

«You're so fucking cute, princess. Alright.» he finally gives in, freeing your wrists.

Your hands are instantly on his shirt: you tear it open, revealing his toned body marked with numerous scars.

You kiss one on his neck, licking his skin; little goosebumps surface, making you shiver.

Every thrust has your bodies crashing together, and you hold onto him for dear life, your nails probably leaving marks on his body, marking him like he marks you.

«I need you to cum with me, princess..!» he growls in your ear, as his mouth is now on your neck, biting hard, literally forgetting about the secrecy you were supposed to maintain.

His fingers travel down, and soon enough your clit is assaulted by his perfect ministrations, making you twitch and pant, your body leaning on him for support.

«Come on, princess. Give it to me. I need you to give me your all.» he cooes again, and soon enough you're cumming all over him, coating his shaft with your sweet arousal.

He follows right after, his cum filling you up to the brim, so much it starts leaking out, trickling down your spread thighs.

«That's a good girl.» he praises you, still inside you. He has no intention to break that sweet link between you two.

You end up cuddling with him on his lap while he's sitting on his office chair. He's covered you with his coat, making you rest his head on his warm chest, and you finally stop wondering if the entirety of the Fortress heard you or not.

#wriothesley #genshin wriothesley #the duke genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact wriothesley #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #smut #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #female reader #shameless smut #yall this man be living rent free in my head #more tags to be added

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