Some Week-old Sketch Things From A Creepypasta/Marble Hornets RP/story. Featuring My OC Arthricia Crowther.

Some week-old sketch things from a creepypasta/Marble Hornets RP/story. Featuring my OC Arthricia Crowther. ( I'll post more about her soon.)

Here have this until I post something else.

Messy pen sketch from work.

Do anything for Halloween???

Well, I was trying to finish this before Halloween, but I was procrastinating HARD!! So I'll be working on it a bit tonight.

Reblog for good luck!

KINKTOBER DAY 10

PRAISE KINK

TIM WRIGHT

You loved the way Tim fucked you, shit you loved the way Masky fucked you. But of course each one had a completely different way of having their way with you. Masky was ruthless and uncaring. While Tim on the other hand was sweet and kind when it came to your nights together.

It had been a rather tough week for you and Tim knew it. He'd tried about everything to make you feel better but nothing really seemed to do the trick. He finally settled on showing you how much he loves and cares for you. And the best way to do that? Sex of course!

So here the two of you were, tangled in each other on his large bed as some candles flickered around you. He wasn't great with setting the mood but fuck it he sure tried. All in effort to show you how much he cared.

"You take me so well sweetheart. So fuckin' proud of you." He groaned out as he fucked you like he never would again. "So damn perfect for me." He kissed your neck softly, leaving light marks behind.

He felt a sense of pride swell in his chest as he listened to your sweet moans. Only he made you feel like this. Only he could pull these noises from you. Only he could make you squirm underneath him. He loved it. You were all his and that's all he could ever want.

"Such a pretty girl, it's like you were made for me." He leaned into you, giving deep kisses to your neck. A string of curses falling from his lips as he grew closer to his release.

Deep in your core you felt the same fire that always bubbled up when he fucked you so well. His praises only furthered you closer to the edge. With each loving thrust you felt the rope getting tighter, threatening to snap. His girthy cock stretched you out in just the right way to make your toes curl. It only took two more for you to finally reach your release.

He watched your blissful expression as you finished, not wasting a beat to comment. “There you go sweetheart, just like that. Let go for me.”

His praise was almost overwhelming, almost sickeningly sweet. But fuck did you love it, and he knew it.