#Proxy Character Sheet

[quitebashfulexe]

Another lineup of the creeps completed ♨︎_♨︎

[m4kem35cream]

Stalk reference sheet 📷🌲

[seealandraw]

more magical girls! (And one boy)

[bimbvx]

Have you ever posted a full reference of Kate's tattoos? I absolutely love your design for her! 🖤✨️

THANK YOU!!!<3 and bold of you to assume i plan things out before drawing them 💀 however thank you for asking and therefore giving myself a reason to make a reference sheet which 1. is confusing 2. who knows if i’ll ever use it

i’ve also included some lore: kate used to “play” the synthesizer before the mysterious disappearance of their bandmate skully, so tim promoted her to be the bassist (also a very important moment in their career because from that day on they stopped desperately trying to sound like the doors and she proceeded to carry the band with her amazing tunes)

[rott1ngcarcas5]

Finally finished the oc I said I was thinking of making that’s inspired by Kate The Chaser (design wise)! I don’t have a creepypasta like nickname for them yet and I don’t know if they will have one, so they’re just Rowan for now (or forever-)

[setteidreams]

Ergo Proxy (156 sheets) has been added to the WIP section (https://patreon.com/setteidreams).

[bluebirds-37]

Nova's character sheet :3

Creepypasta oc im making setting up an ask blog for right now‼️

shes so pookie guys

I'll write out some facts for her then draw what Kate looks like THEN you guys get the prologue :3

[ratislatis]

wip hot and fresh from the oven (jk its 9 pm im scheduling this one)

[the-slender-doll]

My newest proxy for my Slenderverse entourage! Originally I designed him as an adopt but decided to take him and add him to my group.

Here's his reference sheet + a bonus sketch of his outfit underneath his poncho and unmasked!

Here's what I got so far for my new boy:

• His full name is Bryn Erwood and goes by the proxy moniker of Cyanide.

• From Wales but raised in the UK by his parents. Has a mixed accent because of this but uses British lingo nonetheless.

• Chemist skillset; Loves tinkering with explosives and the like and combining his knowledge of chemistry and chemical reactions to make them. Proficient in poisonous gases, grenade like explosives, fire bombs and smoke bombs. Uses combat knives to finish off victims.

• Has been serving for about 17 years. Assassin class. One of the few surviving assassin veterans younger than my girl Huntress.

• He's one of the very few who has mastered the "Shadow Walk"/ "Slender Walk" to his advantage but his sanity has certainly taken a hit in exchange because of the Sickness's influence. Hes very much a kook.

• He's a powderkeg in temperament because of the Sickness, swinging between the extremes of mania and anger depending on his mood. Overall a chaotic gremlin.

• Disfigurement on his hands from chemical burns and disfigurement on his face due to a misaimed explosive during a mission with others that resulted in them having to kill witnesses. He wears his facial disfigurement with pride though, joking he had a miscalculation but has enough insight now to avoid future accidents.

• Blind in his right eye and deaf in his right ear because of the damage. He also can't regrow his hair on the right side of his scalp. Voice is raspy from heat and smoke damage and he's prone to coughing fits.

So yeah new oc!

I really hope you guys enjoy him!

[sylveon-and-velveon]

Puppet's ref sheet is complete

[ Doing a series of revamping all my Creepypasta OCs ] [ Please understand all the OCs are part of a singular AU where even the canon ones may act differently than to the versions that I may deem as canon ]

He's a little insecure of his eyes, so respect the fact they don't like their eyes to be seen ^^

Commissions are always open!

[neontea77]

Boys Height Chart

Alright I think I made Jeff ugly enough

Also need to make a character sheet for them too

Most of yall probably wondering where Toby, Masky, other proxies are but I have a different idea for them so Ill make a different height chart for them too

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Chapter 4- The Chase

Summary: You can only keep running from Frankie Morales for so long. At some point, he'll catch up to you, whether you like it, or not.

Word Count: 3.5K

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader (reader has a name/nickname)

Warnings: Do I spy a hint of... ✨feelings✨??? Yearning, a hint of teenage violence (Santi deserves it, it's okay), the appearance of the Miller Brothers, Frankie basically looking like this 🥺 for the last half of this chapter, banter because I live for it

A/N: I'm convinced that teenage Frankie and the Frontier Boys are the best characters to write for, period 😭 I never thought I would live to see the day where my chapters are less than 5K (?!?) but I'm really trying to be better about posting on a schedule- If you would rather have them be longer and wait two weeks between chapters instead of once a week, let ya girl know 🤷🏼‍♀️ Thank you for all of your kind words about this story, your kind comments literally fuel me and make my heart explode, ily 🥹💛

All The Things We Never Said Masterlist

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Frankie, Fall of 2005, Age 16

For as much as he hates school, there will be two classes Frankie knows he’ll always pass with flying colors- Gym and Math. 

When he and Santi went to pick up their 11th grade class schedules before the start of the school year, you would have thought they’d won the lottery when they looked down on the crinkled half sheets of paper to find they were both in the same 6th period gym class. 

Five weeks into the start of Junior year, Frankie’s now convinced that Santi and his new friends, Will and Benny Miller, are in on some sort of scheme to make him fail the one class he’s guaranteed an “A” in. 

“Jesus Christ, Frankie, for the love of God, will you please slow down?!” 

Santi’s all but huffing at the pace Frankie had set for the four of them to run the two miles they’re supposed to finish by the end of class, only three of the eight laps they need to run around the track completed. 

“We’re not even going that fast, Santi, you’re fine.” 

Frankie can’t help but laugh at the way his friend is laboring behind him. Sure, Santi’s got football to thank for keeping him looking less like a gangly string bean than Frankie does, but even at 16, the boyish satisfaction of knowing he’ll always be faster than his friend is undeniable.

“Do you do like, cross country or somethin’, Frankie?” 

“Yeah man, I thought Santi said you swam not ran.” 

The Miller Brothers were a new addition to his and Santi’s long standing friendship duo. Will and Benny moved from North Carolina over the summer and had befriended Santi after a few weeks of preseason football camp that the high school held before the start of the school year. Of course, that meant Frankie became friends by proxy shortly after. 

Frankie was fond enough of the two, but the group was still stuck in the awkward dating phase of friendship where everything was just enough of a pissing match to prove that they were worthy enough of each other’s company. 

“Yeah, I’m on the swim team, I don’t do cross country or anything like that.” Frankie shrugs, rounding the curve of the track with ease as he leads the pack to their halfway point. 

“Then how the hell did you get so fast?” Benny pants, the straw blonde hair matted to his forehead with sweat scrunching as he pinches his brows in a mixture of confusion and unadmitted pain. 

“‘Cause he likes to go running with MacKenzie.” 

Santi’s lips curl to a devious smile as he watches Frankie’s face grow red from his sing-songy taunting. At least with the Millers, Frankie could pretend to chalk the hot, pink sting in his cheeks to the mile he’s been running. Unfortunately, he can’t assume the same with Santi. 

“Shut up, Santi.” Frankie grumbles, picking up his pace to the point he knows it’ll make Santi’s lungs strain just enough to keep him from rambling. 

“Oh shit, like, MacKenzie Anderson, MacKenzie?” Will’s face lights up, his less than lengthy friendship making him blissfully unaware of the history between you and Frankie, “She’s hot.” 

“Ew, n- no, she’s not. That’s weird.” 

The other three are surprised Frankie’s pants have yet to set on fire after such a bold lie. 

“They go run together every weekend.” 

At this point, it’s pure mockery the way Santi is teasing him, pushing Frankie to his limits to see how much he can get away with before his friend breaks. 

“So like, are you guys, dating or something?” 

“What?! No! No- She’s like, my best friend. I just- She plays soccer, so I go run with her to help her train and stuff. It’s good cardio, anyways.” 

Frankie doesn’t mean to snap at Benny for his question. It’s a secondary response to the way his chest is tightening and heart is racing as the eyes of all his friends stay peeled to him, like a guilty suspect in a courtroom everyone is waiting to catch in the midst of their lie. 

“Running’s not the only kind of cardio he wishes he was doing with MacKenzie, huh Frankie?” 

The boys are too busy snickering at each other to realize that Frankie’s completely stopped in his tracks ahead of them, turning around with arms outstretched to greet Santi with a brute shove to the ground as they collide. 

“I said shut UP, Santi!”

Frankie doesn’t intend for it to draw as much attention as it does, how the way he’s practically screaming at his friend he’s pushed to the ground has garnered the attention of everyone else in his gym class.

“Jesus, Frankie, it was just a joke! Chill out!” 

Will and Benny help Santi off the rubber of the track, leaving him and Frankie in a silent stare down of flared nostrils and gritted teeth, bodies boiling with teenage testosterone. 

Despite his rage, Frankie has enough self control to keep from saying (or doing) anything else he’ll regret, forcing himself to take off running in a frustrated huff of silence, heart in his throat and fists clenched, leaving behind his group of friends.  

“Shit. Is he always like that when you talk about her?” Will asks, still slightly stunned by the altercation he’s just witnessed, considering Frankie’s usual calm and quiet demeanor. 

“Yup.” Santi replies, popping the “p” at the end of his answer, “Well, not always this bad, but still,  ya know?”  

“Why?” Benny chimes in, the three of them slowly beginning their trot back around the track, lengths behind their fuming friend. 

“‘Cause they’re like, secretly in love with each other. They say they’re just friends, but they act like they’re fucking married.” Santi pretends to gag as he forces his eyes to roll as far back in his head as they possibly can. “He’s been extra pissy because yesterday he found out this guy, Nick Walsh, who’s some senior on the boy’s soccer team, tried to ask her to Homecoming.” 

“Did she say yes?” 

“No! That’s the thing! I don’t know why he’s got his fucking granny panties in a knot about it. Whatever, man. Not my problem.” 

The Miller brothers exchange intrigued glances, wondering how much more they can pry out of Santi as they mope around the track, hoping they can at least make the second half of their two miles entertaining. 

“If he’s mad about it, why didn’t he just ask her?” Will shrugs, offering up what seems like a reasonable solution to his new friend’s problem. 

“Ask him, dude. I have no fucking clue. They’re going with the same group of friends, so they’re gonna spend the whole night together, anyways. Honestly, if you want my opinion, I think he knows he doesn’t have the balls to nut up and ask her himself ‘cause he’s worried she’s gonna say no.” 

Despite the 23 other kids in the class who are also being forced to run circles around the track, there’s only one who makes the three of them freeze as he passes by, feeling the hole he’s burning through the back of their heads. Santi knows he’s too loudmouthed for his own good, and that there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that Frankie didn’t make out what he had to say as he snuck up behind him. 

And he's right. Frankie hears every word.

If he wasn’t at school, he wouldn’t think twice about punching Santi so hard in the gut it would knock the wind right out of him. But right now, all he can do is keep running, faster and faster, one foot in front of the other. 

Maybe if he runs fast enough, no one will be able to see the tears welling in the corners of his eyes, or the disappointment that’s drained every ounce of color he’s got left in his face. 

Maybe if he runs fast enough, he can outrun the cold, hard truth of the way Santi’s words ring in his ears and put bricks in his chest. 

Maybe, just maybe, if he runs fast enough, somewhere along the worn high school track he’ll find the courage to prove himself wrong. 

You, Present 

You’re convinced he’s following you. He has to be. 

All you wanted to do this morning was to go for a run to clear your head, to blow off some steam after the shit show that had been yesterday’s first interaction with Frankie in the past three years. You were confined to your room for the better half of the day, your dad keeping Frankie hostage in your home far too long for your liking. 

Unfortunately, it’s hard to deny a dying man whatever he wants, even if it’s Frankie Morales’s unwelcome presence in your living room. It also meant having to listen to your dad ramble about Frankie for the next several hours after he’d left, politely nodding at all the compliments and praise your father had to give him while your blood boiled in silence. 

Now, all you wanted to do was to run until your head was free of Frankie for just a little while.

It seemed like Frankie had other plans. 

You gave him the benefit of the doubt the first quarter mile, hell, you even tried to just play it off as unlucky timing at the half mile point. But now, you’re a mile into your run, turning on to Fuller Street with Frankie still trotting behind you. It’s clearly not an accident he’s chosen the same path for his morning jog. 

“There are other ways you can go run, you know.” You shout at Frankie without even turning your head over your shoulder, thinking that maybe he’s assumed you hadn’t noticed him and your not so subtle suggestion will get him to turn around. 

“It’s a free country. I can run where I want.” 

Part of you wishes you would have turned to look back at him so he could see the way your eyes met the back of your skull from rolling them so hard, but you keep your gaze glued to the pavement in front of you. You won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence.  

“Can you please just go run somewhere else? I’m just trying to enjoy my morning and you’re not helping, Frankie.” 

“Not trying to bother you, just trying to run. I didn’t have anything to say until you started talking to me.” 

You know if you turned around right now, he’d have that stupid little smug grin hiding in the corner of his cheeks. A battle of wits is his favorite game to play. He’s learned how to strategize, to stay calm, cool and collected in the midst of your chaos, waiting until you hit the breaking point of his crazy you can’t bear to tolerate anymore. Your jaw tenses with the long exhale you take as you prepare to go head to head. 

“I wouldn’t have said anything if you hadn’t been following me the past mile.” 

“How do you know I’m following you?” 

“You’ve literally been running ten feet behind me for the past twelve minutes.” 

“Who says I wasn’t planning on running this way to begin with but you just got a head start?” 

“Jesus Christ, Frankie, please just go pick a different way to run.” 

“Who put you in charge of the running police? Do I have to sign a permit before I go jog now?” 

“Go. Run. Somewhere. Else.” 

“No. You don’t get to tell me where to run. This is the way I wanna go, so I’m gonna keep going until-” 

“No! I know you don’t want to go this way!” You’ve accepted defeat, swinging around to storm towards Frankie, stopping dead in his tracks as he realizes the ferocity you’re approaching him with, “I know for a fact you don’t wanna run this way. You know how I know? Because you hate running down Fuller Street. You would run five miles out of your way before you even considered running down this street on your own free will. There hasn’t been a single time we’ve ever run down this street where you haven’t complained the entire way because of how much you hate the hill at the end of the road before we turn onto Wilson way! That’s how I know, Frankie! So stop pretending like you just happened to choose the same way as me by accident, and just leave me alone! Ugh!” 

You’re positive there’s a trail of steam streaming behind you with the way you’re absolutely fuming, turning back around to take off as fast as your body will let you. You can’t bring yourself to look anywhere but straight ahead, too afraid that if you turn around, those stupid, sad brown eyes will make you feel guilty enough to give him the last word he doesn’t deserve. 

Your feet are flying so fast across the pavement, you’re convinced he’s given up, shocked into submission by your anger that he’ll at least let you finish the rest of your run in peace. Your eyes are still locked on the horizon ahead. It’s the arrogance of your self-reassurance that doesn’t even let you contemplate the thought that several yards behind you, Frankie lets out a quiet “fuck me” before letting his hands drop from their place on his hips to chase behind you at full speed. 

“What the fuck are you doing!?” 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” 

It’s a stupid question. It’s obvious Frankie has said a prayer to hope his knees don’t give out on him as he runs as fast as possible to try and catch up to you. The rhythmic thump of his sneakers pounding against the concrete catches your attention enough to see how quickly he’s gaining on you. It only makes you run faster. 

“Jesus- fuck this hill- MacKenzie, will you fucking slow down?” 

You won’t admit you’re probably just as exhausted as Frankie from the way you’ve been sprinting up the steep incline at the end of the road, but his exasperated huffs are enough to keep you pushing through the pain, mental and physical. 

“No. Run faster.” 

You’re hopeful it’s early enough that no one is awake to see the comedic game of cat and mouse you and Frankie are playing in the middle of the road, chasing each other like you’re on the playground in a childish round of tag. You’d never admit to his face that you know he’s stronger, even faster than you, but the grip he settles around your arm as he finally catches up to you lets you know you’ve lost. 

“Let go of me, Frankie!” 

If the street wasn’t already awake from your wild game of chase, your scream certainly would have gotten their attention. 

“Jesus Christ, MacKenzie, will you just let me talk to you for two fucking seconds?! Please, just- fuck- please just let me fucking talk to you, okay? Please.” 

Even if you wanted to keep running, there was no use. Truth be told, it wasn’t the grasp he had around your arm that was the thing keeping you from sprinting off into the distance. What had you frozen in place was that pathetic pout you knew was splayed across his face, burning a hole in the back of your head. What’s worse, was that you could feel it burning a hole through your chest, too. 

The all too familiar pain that came with holding onto the same, shriveled shred of hope that maybe this time, he’d prove you wrong. Maybe this time, he wouldn’t let you down. 

“Fine.” You barely mutter the word loud enough to hear as you turn around to face him, eyes still looking everywhere but directly at him. 

“I’m sorry, Kenz. I'm sorry, okay? I fucked up.” 

Somehow, his second apology stings worse than the first. It still doesn’t mean you won’t deny how much it hurts. 

“Yeah, no shit.” 

You let your gaze lift just enough to see the way he’s gnawing at his bottom lip, chewing at it like he’s trying to digest his own thoughts before they come out of his mouth. 

“What I said that night at Santi’s wedding, I just-” He pauses, knowing you can hear it clear as day in your head too.

“Fuck you, MacKenzie. Fuck you for ruining my life. It’ll be better off without you fucking in it.” 

“I- I- Fuck. I didn’t mean it. Any of it. I regret ever saying it. I think all the time about how much I regret it. I just, I was in a bad place.” 

You’re not sure what to say. Fuck, you’re not even sure what to feel. Part of you wants to scream at him, kick him in the crotch and berate him for how badly the past three years have hurt you. Part of you just wants to stand there and cry, to say nothing and let your tears flow and spill your emotions down your cheeks. Part of you wants to hug him, to believe him, to have him hold you so tightly against his chest that his apology seeps into your skin until you’ve forgiven him. 

But none of those parts are strong enough to win out alone. Instead, they’ve formed together to create a strange sort of storm that brews in your belly, swirling it so violently, it makes you want to vomit. 

“But you still said it, Frankie. You still said it. If my dad weren’t dying, would you even be here? Would you have ever apologized? Or are you just choosing to apologize now because it’s convenient and you feel like you have to?” 

It’s the first time you can bring yourself to look him in the face. You can see how his brain is churning with the same type of vicious waves that are in the pit of your stomach, drowning out the brown of his eyes. You both are lost in the midst of the storm, but you’ve got a lifeboat. He’s sinking below the thrashing tides, looking for you to let him board your ship. You won’t let him on unless he fights his way through the current to get to you. 

“I should have apologized a long time ago.” 

“Then why didn’t you?” 

“I don’t- I don’t know. I was scared you’d never forgive me.” 

You swear you feel the grip he still has on your forearm tighten just for a moment. Now that he has you, he’s too scared to let you go. 

“Just- Jesus- Just because you apologized doesn’t mean I have to forgive you now, Frankie.” 

“Will you ever?” 

“Ever, what?” 

“Forgive me?” 

Your brain wants to say no. God, with everything in you does it want to say no. But that same stupid pain in your chest that lives and dies by that stupid shred of hope you’ll always hold onto just won’t let you. 

“I don’t know. I- I don’t know, Frankie.” 

You can’t ignore the way he’s still holding your arm. The shred of hope doesn’t want him to let go, even when you scowl at the way his fingers wrap around your skin. You scowl because of how his touch burns your skin, the way it ignites a fire in your gut from how tenderly he touches you. It makes you scrunch your face in frustration and confusion, trying to block out all the times he’s touched you like this before, fingers grazing against your skin in a desperate plea for affection, not forgiveness. He’s holding onto your arm to see if you’ll let him in the lifeboat- if you’ll offer him a chance to save himself. 

“I get it. I’m sorry, Kenz. I hope you at least know I mean it.” 

“I do.” 

You’re not sure what makes you want to offer him a last chance at survival. You’ve been separated by different sides of the same storm for so long- You can’t attest to the way he’s had to fight through it to stay alive, but if it’s anything like the side of the squall you’ve been stuck on, there’s a strange relief in finding in finding someone who knows the hell you’ve faced to keep from drowning in the undertow. You can’t seem to bear letting him drown right in front of you without even trying to help. 

“I still hate you, ya know.” You sigh, a defiant cry to prove to him you’re not happy about the path you’ve chosen. 

“Yeah, that’s fair. I deserve that.” 

It’s the first time you’ve heard him laugh in so long. Even though it’s a muffled huff, trying to hide behind the raise of his eyebrows and nod of his head at the ground, you know it’s there, in that same corner of his smirk he gets when he knows there’s no point in arguing with you- there’s no denying it’s there. 

There’s no denying it makes you do the same. 

“You gonna let me finish the rest of my run in peace, Morales?” 

“Yeah, I guess. Only ‘cause I still hate this fucking hill.” 

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CreepyPasta Masterlist

Jeff The Killer

Jeff The Killer NSFW Alphabet

Eyeless Jack

You and EJ Have A Daughter

I Like You Best

Eyeless Jack x Peter Pan!Reader

Jealous!Eyeless Jack x Dark Link Simp!Reader

Eyeless Jack Headcannons SFW and NSFW

Eyeless Jack x AI!Reader

Weird Eyeless Jack Headcannon

Eyeless Jack x OC Drabble

Eyeless Jack NSFW Alphabet

EJ's Type

Eyeless Jack x Reader Valentine's Day HCs

Eyeless Jack x FTM!Reader

BEN Drowned

BEN Drowned x Bill Cipher!Reader

Stoner Thoughts w/ BEN

Slenderman

Slenderman x Proxy!Reader

Slenderman Dating Headcannons

Slenderman NSFW Alphabet

Ticci Toby

Ticci Toby x Alt!Reader Valentine's Day HCs

Ticci Toby x Gn!Autistic!Reader Valentine's Day HCs

Masky/Tim

Nothing yet...

Hoodie/Brian

Nothing yet...

Jane The Killer

Jane The Killer NSFW Alphabet

Laughing Jack

Laughing Jack NSFW Alphabet

Juno (my OC)

Facts About My Creepypasta OC Pt1

Facts About My Creepypasta OC Pt2

Facts About My Creepypasta OC Pt3

Facts About My Creepypasta OC Pt4

I made Picrews of Juno...

Juno Character Sheet

Juno and Eyeless Jack's Relationship Is Basically...

Juno Septum Ring Headcannon

Juno Pebbling Headcannon

Clockwork

Nothing yet...

Nina The Killer

Nothing yet...

Multiple

BEN and Dark Link steal EJ's S/O

Eyeless Jack Gets Revenge On BEN and Dark Link

Zalgo steals Slenderman's S/O

Songs That Remind Them of Their S/O

They Have Definitely Done The Tortilla Challenge

Which Creepypastas Like Squid Game

How The Creepypastas Kiss Their S/O

Nicknames the Creepypastas Would Call Their S/O

Eyeless Jack x Juno NSFW Alphabet

Yandere!EJ x Juno

BEN Drowned x Nina The Killer Valentine's Day HCs

TicciJack Valentine's Day HCs

Judge Angels x Jason The Toymaker Valentine's Day HCs

Masky x Hoodie Valentine's Day HCs

EJ, Toby, Liu and Juno w/ an S/o Who Is Scared of Thunderstorms

Languages The Creepypastas Speak

JunoJack NSFW Headcannons

TicciMask Valentine's Day HCs

Shit Postings

Quotes From My Discord Friends Retold By Creepypastas Pt 1

Quotes From My Discord Friends Retold By Creepypastas Pt2

Quotes From My Discord Friends Retold By Creepypastas Pt3

Quotes From My Discord Friends Retold By Creepypastas Pt4

Quotes From My Discord Friends Retold By Creepypastas Pt5

Quotes From My Discord Friends Retold By Creepypastas Pt6

Quotes From My Discord Friends Retold By Creepypastas Pt7

Quotes From My Discord Friends Retold By Creepypastas Pt8

[rott1ngcarcas5]

I finally made a character sheet for Happy Saw and updated her design. I think she looks a lot more mature now :3

[princeofstarspost]

Hello! Im playing Zenless Zone Zero right now and I saw that your fic request are open! I haven’t requested anything before so parden if this sounds weird.

Can I get a Mature/Explicit Billy Kid x Human Gender Neutral reader fic? Like a Netflix and chill scenario? Im guessing that the Reader is taking place of Wise and Belle.

Thank you in advance!

𓍊𓋼~Starlight knights and chill~𓋼𓍊

Type: Oneshot

Description: Omg, you're my people! Any excuse to write Billy and I'm happy, so hope you like this~~ And you don't sound weird, just so you know. This is literally netflix and chill but with silly Billy hehe

Rating: Explicit

Reader: GN, wears shorts (You didn't mention what the reader was at birth so I tried to keep things as vague as possible)

Warnings: He has attachments with sensors~, spooning sex, casual

Billy kid:

You shifted under the covers, your eyes trained on the flashing screen in front of you...but your mind....trained on something very different.

Billy was always so cool with how he asked you over, how he'd ease you into close encounters, just like now. Simple cuddles while watching his favourite show..right?

Well not entirely, the two of you were spooning yes, but your rear was entirely flush with his front bumb and you could feel his zipper push against your clothes every time you moved. He wasn't unaware either, because every time you moved, he'd move too. His metal hand would glide slowly down your thigh or he'd pull you closer and move his hips, like a soft thrust. It was all so heated, you were practically melting, you had to push it...just a little~

You shifted again as a fight scene played out, intentionally pushing your bottom against him and carefully moving it upwards while he groaned quietly against your ear. You could feel his grip on you tighten slightly when he pulled you back down against him, his patience lacking as always.

"You keep moving proxy, something making you... uncomfortable?" He whispered teasingly against your shoulder, making your cheeks flush as his hand tugged your shorts down. How was he still goofily charming even as he was getting you all hot and bothered...

"Just a little. Maybe, you could help?" You moved your bare ass against him and he moaned into your shoulder, happy to help you anyway he could~

Within seconds you could feel him manuevering himself, his metal tip drag against your entrance, prodding at your walls as fictional characters battled on screen. Your thighs rubbed together in anticipation as he lined himself up and then slipped inside of you, his attachment gliding deeper and deeper while you gasped in delight.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of this upgrade~" He chuckled, guiding your body to move in sync with his gentle thrusts as his face plate softly touched your neck. It was like he was giving butterfly kisses while his cock slid in and out of you, and it had your head spinning.

"M-me either mmmn~" You tilted your head back further and clutched the sheets in front of you as your cheeks started to smack against the bottom of his metal torso. Each thrust sending your body dizzyingly into a heat wave as they got rougher and rougher.

"Mmm, credits are about to roll proxy, better hurry~" He grinded himself into you as he spoke, making you choke on a loud moan while you eagerly moved your hips faster.

"W-will. Mnnnm, promise. Mnnaggh!!" You stuttered, feeling warmth seep between your legs as he wrapped his arms around your chest and forced himself impossibly deeper. It muddled your thoughts and you couldn't even begin to quiet yourself as your screamed in joy, your climax hitting you so hard your whole body shook against him.

You tried to catch your breath as the credits played out, but his hands were already on you again...

Please, this is so long but I NEEDED to do him justice okay!

[heartofbalemoon]

Agent Record & Promotional Sheet | Crowe Blackforest 🐦‍⬛

"No need to remain seated, Proxy. I await your standing ovation~"

"I am the voice of the people, the voice of reason, the one to lead 'em forward in this world of chaos and order, of prosperity and ruin. Honey, those Ethereals won't know what hit 'em.. and just because I'm nice doesn't mean I won't stab 'em all over!"

"Caeze, my darling boar, honey.. it's obvious how drawn in you are to me, hm?"

"This community of mine at the 404 Error livehouse mean a whole lot to me, more than what words can conjure up in some generator. And I'm honored to be lifting your spirits along with my peers!"

"Honey.. Luciana is so short n' small she makes Grassy, Woody and Bricky look like mammoths in comparison. Wait no, that would be a discredit on their character- she makes ants look like giant Hollows."

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