#vickywrites

Tim was getting an earful of it the whole morning. A polite, “So how’d it go last night?” had turned into a two hour (and counting) rant on how shitty his friends were. Tim tried not to openly scoff because…yeah, duh.

It was a little much, at times annoying, but Tim knew what it felt like to not be heard, spent most of his life that way. He was going to give the kid as much room to vent as he could. Until Toby started calling Nina a bitch.

“Hey, woah. You don’t go talkin’ bout women like that, ya hear?”

Toby scoffed, throwing his hands around exasperatedly. “But sh-she is! Sh-she’s always on Jeff’s s-side, making fff-fun of me to mm-make him laugh!”

Tim could feel the migraine already itching its way behind his eyes. “Yeah, well. You’re better than that, you don’t go callin’ women bitches. Or whores, or skanks, or anything like that, a’right? You ain’t Jeff, you ain’t Ben, you ain’t any other shitty man you know- you’re Toby and I taught you better than that.”

Toby huffed, arms crossed as he slouched into the passenger seat, staring out the window. They drove for a few minutes in silence, before he muttered. “Can’t I just h-hit her?”

like look at that! hell yeah im thotty over a mans belt, maybe i have a belt kink but what of it!

idk know how anyone could look at a belt on a mans like that and not want to suck his dick immediately. i don’t even know, it’s something about the buckle and the width of the strap but it’s just a beacon for my thirsty eyes to get drawn to

i have genuinely spent good time getting lost in thots about peterson bcos of his belt. like—

don’t ask for context for how this scenario would happen but somehow ending up pulled over by him on the side of a usually quiet road

and the situation eventually has you outside of your car on your knees— don’t ask how you just are— and you’re palming and squeezing at this cops dick that’s growing right in front of your face

peterson is standing there bracing a hand against the side of your car, the other resting in his hip, and he’s looking down at this civilian who seems to have no qualms about mouthing at his clothed cock out in the open like this

he almost can’t believe that you’re willing to go even further with this, but you are as your hands are moving to unbuckle his belt with a clink and then unbuttoning and unzipping the pants of his uniform. his dick actually jerks when your hand fishes down into his briefs to pull it out into the breezy summer air

your heart would be thumping so hard from all of this, you can hardly even believe this is real, that you have this random cops dick in your hands— that he’s actually hard and dripping for you

you lean in closer to his cock so you can lick your tongue over the precum beading at his tip, letting the salty taste and the musky smell of him take over your senses. opening your mouth wider to suck on the head and swirl your tongue around it

peterson is still in shock that this is happening, looking down at you taking his dick into your mouth and moaning like tasting his cock is actually getting you off too. when you wrap a hand around half his length and start jerking him off while you suck his head flinches forward and he hisses

his glasses get askew in the process but he keeps his eyes on the sight below him, the feeling of your mouth is just so damn good— he hasn’t felt anything like this for longer than he’d admit and he’s quickly becoming addicted to the feeeling

he jerks his his forward on accident, the movement pushing the head of his dick into your throat just the slightest, and you gag a bit in surprise

peterson feelis a flash of worry when slide you mouth off his cock all together, thinking his ruined this scenarios still can’t believe is even real

but your hand is still jerking him slowly, the slide of your palm along his flesh slick with spit, and your voice is unrecognizable to you when you tell this man— “peterson” is his name from the pin on his chest you glanced earlier— that you want him in your throat

“it’s okay, i can take it, officer. i want you to make me swallow your cock”

peterson thinks he might’ve tried to say something back, but all that ends up coming out is choked warble. he knows he must look a mess in that moment, his eyes wide and his his usually well combed hair a fluffed mess over his forehead

but he honestly couldn’t care less in that moment— this bold and beautiful young woman just asked him to fuck her face and one of his hands is already moving on it’s own accord to cup the back of your head, bringing your hot little mouth back to his cock

you can feel your soaked pussy clench desperately at nothing when peterson guides your mouth back onto him, the pleasant heavy weight of his length back on your tongue and continuing to slide over it into your throat

he pauses when your nose is pressed against the fabric of his briefs, his dick as far in your throat as it can go. your eyes water slightly and you swallow around him to get your bearings before gazing up at peterson through your lashes, letting out a muffled moan to let him know he can start fucking you

he furrows his brows behind his lenses as he meets your dewy eyes, pulling his hips back slowly until less than half of him is left resting in your tongue, before pushing back in to the hilt

peterson tries to set a gentle enough pace to not be too rough with you but eventually he can’t help it— the small gags that slip out of you and the growing mess his cock his making of you is too much for him to keep holding back

his eyes are glued to his wet cock disappearing into your mouth with every thrust, a mixture of spit and pre collecting around your mouth and probably dripping down onto your shirt

the gentle cup of his hand in your hair turns to a rougher grip as you feel his dick hardening further in your mouth and his thrusts slowly start to lose their rhythm

“uhhn shit!— i’m so close, can i— can i cum on your face?”

the words end up slipping out of his mouth before can can stop them, a filthy and depraved part of him just needs to see your cute face covered in his cum

hearing him ask to paint your face in his cum, his voice deep but desperate— it has you you eagerly moaning around his cock for it

the vibrations of your moans have him taking a few more harsh thrusts into your throat before his balls tense and the first ropes of his cum start shooting down your throat

before peterson hastily slides his cock from your mouth and wraps his hand around himself to jerk the rest of his load on your face, his chest heaving as he works himself through his release

he sags once it’s over. while resting a forearm against the side of your car to keep his balance he blows strings of his hair off his face and slowly opens his eyes again to address you

but the words get caught in his throat when he’s met with the sight of you scooping his cum into your mouth

you flush when you look up and your eyes meet, the reality of what you just did finally hitting you

but peterson coughs and tries to clear his throat before speaking—

Note: im going to have to make a separate post that goes into further depth on my crp universe, but for the sake of making this note short- the main guys all share a house, and these are headcanons of what that entails. All of them will get their own separate posts too. The girls will also get their own post TRUST.

Also they're all like 21+, I'm not writing about teenagers lmao.

Includes: Tim W., Brian T., Jeff W., Ben Drowned, Toby R., Jack N. (vaguely)

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Note: These headcanons are for MY specific creepypasta universe! If you don't agree with some of these (or any of it really) that's okay! This is just how I view him and what he looks like to me in my writing. I am a little nervous because I had to research some topics (CIPA, Tourette's), and I'm worried I might not have done a great job with it, but I really tried. If anything I said was incorrect or maybe offensive, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!! I would like to learn more and be correct for when I write about him.

Side Note: His Pinterest board. (All images used from Pinterest)

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he’s still the abe we all know and love except he’s well...........old

in this take you’re not H.R’s daughter. instead things are as the snl skit said

he married Pickens’ granddaughter but as abe got older his wife ended up leaving him for someone her age—

leaving him to raise their son mordecai as a single father

(mordecai being born in this take obviously makes this tricky bcos you’re wayy younger than parnassus. i decided to keep him in tho bcos the thought of abe being all alone in his estate with this kid, raising him and keeping up with his demanding job is just that juicy sad thought)

anyway. your first impression of parnassus is that he’s a grumpy old man, he’s far more closed off than he used to be in his youth. his wife abandoning him and his son has given him some trust issues

but when you do end up becoming a serious part of parnassus’ life he honestly cherishes you so much. he hadn’t realized how lonely his life was until you come into it

he does still have bouts of grumpiness, responsibilities and work can really weigh on him, and he can’t keep up with it all like he used to.

sometimes his sour moods end up being taken out on you unintentionally but he never lets an instance of that go by without making it up to you for being difficult— he doesn’t want to lose you and knows you’re more patient with him than what he deserves sometimes

there have been times where you’ve just spent lazy days in bed with him because the mattress was too soft for him to get up so he’d just resign himself to a day spent with you!!

like young!abe he definitely calls you a “good girl” and gives you plenty of praise

praising you for how good you’re being before having you spread your thighs so he can eat his sweet girls pussy out

he indulges the fuck out of how wet you get bcos it’s been so long since he’s been able to bury his face in a cunt that gets as wet as yours

he doesn’t appreciate that you originally think he can’t give it to you like someone your own age just because he’s older

bcos he still blows your back out when given the chance

abe is incredibly patient and has honed his skills over the years, so he knows how to exhaust you without necessarily having to get his dick involved

he loves spending ages tasting you!! you’ve gone into his study before just to check up on him, maybe ask if he wants some tea while he does paperwork

but somehow it devolves into you being perched up on his large oak wood desk, have naked while he sits scooted up in his chair between your legs

he loves that after you leave— on unsteady legs— a puddle of your slick gets left behind on his desk, and secretly he wipes it up in his handkerchief to keep in his pocket

parnassus waking up some mornings with his cock too stiff and desperate to bother waking you up

instead he ruts his cock against your ass until you stir and then tells you to wrap back and stroke his cock when he notices you’re awake

when you’re nice and slick for him from the sensuality of the situation he drapes one of your legs over his thighs to get his cock closer to you before sinking in with a raspy groan

a hand gripping your hip tight as he immediately starts up a steady pace

your sweet voice begging him— for what you’re not even sure— but abe is more than happy to give you what you need if you keep begging like that

oh and parnassus is absolutely obsessed with anything that has to do with his cum being in or on or around you. the cum kink is real with him

sometimes you’ll be in the kitchen and faintly hear him calling for you from his study upstairs

you not knowing that he only called up there so you can get on your knees and suck his dick

he’s too distracted by filthy thoughts of you to focus on work. his mind too hung up on your soft lips and what they can do to him

abe is greedy in that moment and needs to watch you make a mess of yourself taking his cock

watch you stroke him and gag on his length until it twitches and makes even more of a mess of you with the loads of cum that land all over you—

your tongue, your face, the last few spurts even dripping down onto clothed chest

but before this, parnassus teaches you just how to take him in your mouth

he instructs you on how to take his cock into your throat without choking so much, praising you each time you do with successfully with warm words and soft pats on your head

“Mmmn...that’s it, yess... you’re such a good girl letting me teach you how to take my cock like this”

you catch him looking down at you, his lids heavy but his expression so gentle and proud— it makes you want to work even harder to please him

always the tease, abraham would rub his cock through your slit, pressing just barely into you as if he’s actually going to finally thrust in only to pull away and repeat all over again...until he’d suddenly stop all together, only offering you just the slightest bit of friction with occasional taps to your clit with his cockhead. his voice would be so dark when he’d ask you to beg...

“mmm...what’s wrong love? do you need this?”—he’d tap your nub again—“do you need your husbands fat cock inside you, hm...? yes? well why don’t you beg me nice and sweet then. be a good wife and beg your husband for his cock”

your flush would only grow from hearing your husband say something so filthy— at the idea of having to ask him for something so filthy. you’d become overwhelmed, needing to hide your face into a pillow, and parnassus would just smirk down at you, his eyes dark and taunting

“oh no no no. no hiding from me, darling. especially not when you’re blushing so beautifully for me”

he’d take one of his calloused fingers to slowly turn your face back to him, prompting you to hesitantly open your eyes and gaze up at him. abe’s long and usually well kept salt and pepper tresses would be a tussled mane around his features, and his cheeks would give away his own arousal, ruddy all the way down to his strong chest

“that’s it, good girl. i can’t see that rosy blush on your lovely face spread to your tits if you’re not even looking at me”

he’d have taken hold of one of your breasts, tugging and tweaking the nipple as his voice teases you— making you moan and arch into his touch before continuing

this is an interesting take! the way i write reader she might just be far too shy to ever directly ask will to spank her but it’s a fun idea to think about 🤔🤔🤔

being full swing in your attraction to your older neighbour, already in an unspoken relationship with him, someone so much older than you. you’d find your face growing hot and butterflies swirling in your gut just by casting a glance towards his door as you’d enter your apartment— silly considering the number of times you had already been in wills apartment before. some nights your harmless thoughts of mr. mctavish would get carried away, the outcome always ending with you giving in to them and shoving your toy deep inside yourself. a hue spreading over your body as you’d try as hard as you can to keep quiet while you stuff your needy pussy full to the thought of your 46 year old neighbour. how his cock would feel so much better, but you’d never have the nerve to just waltz over to his place and ask him to fuck you...it’d be so late anyway, going over there would probably be rude...still, the idea of his thick cock inside you while he spanks your ass would make you drip onto your sheets. your cunt would eventually squeeze your toy as you’d cum thinking about mr. mctavish whispering into your ear what a bad girl you’ve been.

you’d have to build up the courage to try and wordlessly ask him for what you wanted but of course, he’d be oblivious as to what you really wanted. your efforts of wearing cute little skirts and tall socks for him not necessarily going unnoticed— william mctavish would absolutely be struggling to suppress his hard on at the sight of you looking so adorable but he wouldn’t know your underlying intentions. that your clothing was an attempt at trying to get him to want to spank you for dressing like such a naughty girl in front of him. surely he’d have watched some sort of porn with that kink? a cute younger woman dressing in short skirts and knee socks, acting like a little tease to get spanked. little would you know that no, he’d never seen anything like that before but his constant and poorly hidden glances at you in your attire would be all the tell you needed to know mr. mctavish loved seeing you like that.

so one evening while you’re over at his place you’d push yourself to quietly stutter out what you wanted. the two of you would be on the couch caught up in a heated kiss, you straddling mr. mctavish while his large hands smoothed over the globes of your ass under your skirt. you’d pull back from his lips, “ uhm—will, i- i want you to, uh, couldyouspankmeplease”

the words would come out in a rush, your embarrassment making your heart beat fast as you clutch onto mr. mctavish’s shoulders, eyes downcast to avoid his reaction.

his own face would be flushed and he’d feel his dick start to harden in his jeans from making out with you, touching you. blinking, william wouldn’t be exactly sure he understood what you’d said, “you...i’m sorry i didn’t catch that, sweetheart. what’d you say?”

inwardly wilting at the idea of having to repeat yourself you’d whimper. however the need to feel mr. mctavish’s hands on you, the sting they’d leave on your ass, would bring you to gulp before looking up into his warm eyes, “i want you t-to spank me, mr. mctavish”

will would be frozen under you, his eyes locked on yours though his glasses and his lips slightly parted. he’d feel the blush on his face deepen after hearing what you asked him to do to you. uncertainty would be at the forefront of his mind— why...why would you want him to spank you? wouldn’t that hurt you? but no...his eyes would take you in atop him, your face just as rosy as his and your breasts rising and falling heavily...from nervousness and arousal he’d realize. mr. mctavish would still be hesitant at the idea of putting his hands on you like that but his cock would be twitching and dripping precum into his boxers at the idea of you getting off on him spanking you.

his adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps, william would clear his throat but his voice would still crack when he responds, “oh. i-i see, and that uh, that won’t hurt you? i don’t want to do anything that would ever hurt you. if that’s what you want though i’ll do it...if that’s what you want”

feeling the relief flood through you immediately, you’d and reach a hand up to cup mr. mctavish’s cheek and kiss him momentarily. resting your forehead on his afterwards, you’d smile shyly, “no...uhm, it wouldn’t hurt me. well, not in the way you’re thinking” your voice would hush down to a barely audible whisper as you’d continue “i-i really like the idea...your hands are so big mr. mctavish— y-you’re so big, and the thought of you ah, spanking me...it makes me so wet...”

your pussy would actually clench when you hear the groan that slips out of will. his eyes would darken and his fingers would twitch on your waist, his cock now rock hard in his jeans. he’d almost feel guilty getting so hard hearing your confession but the throbbing in his dick and the needy look in your eyes would be putting a haze over his mind. you’re his sweet little girlfriend, his princess...but god if he doesn’t want to give you what you want, he wants to hear you cry out for him when his palm smacks your ass again, and again, and again...mr. mctavish’s voice would be gravelly when he speaks, “alright princess, i’ll give you what you want. why don’t you be a...a good girl and take those panties off and come lay over my lap”

hands and legs unsteady, you’d do as mr. mctavish asked, peeling your underwear off and climbing onto the couch again to lay stomach down and ass up over his lap. your sweater would still be on and you’d be sweltering. beginning to feel the sweat bead on your skin as william runs his hands over your ass, still covered by your skirt. taking his time appreciating the warm globes of your ass, mr. mctavish would duck a hand under your skirt as one rests on the small of your back, slowly pulling the material up as he guides his hand over the swell of your cheeks.

you’d feel the cool air of the room make contact with you once you’re finally bared to it and mr. mctavish’s roaming eyes. you wouldn’t have realized how wet all of this was really making you, the draft now making you all too conscious of the juices coating your slit.

“oh princess, just look at you...this ass is so perfect, i can’t believe what you want me to do to it” will would be kneading the meat of your ass, grasping handfuls of it before letting go and repeating the attentions on another portion. “are you really sure this is what you want?”

your heart would warm at mr. mctavish checking in on you— as he always does— and you’d nod, your face tucked into your arms, “yes, please mr. mctavish, i want this”

nodding despite you not being able to see it, he would rub his hands over your ass a few more times before letting out a deep breath, “alright, sweetheart, tell me if you want me to stop”

you’d whisper out a quiet “okay”

your heart would be beating fast with anticipation. you’d both be silent now, william now palming over your upper thighs with his left hand, his right one absent. his own heart would be thundering in his chest, sweat appearing over his brow as he’d hover his hand over your ass before raising it and——-

SMACK

though you’d be expecting it the first blow would take you by surprise. the only sound you would make being a startled gasp as you jerk at the harsh contact, your right cheek where mr. mctavish spanked you tingling, sending the first thrills of pleasure through your body.

“are you alright baby? that wasn’t too h—“

“more! p-please!”

gazing at the back of your head from behind his lenses, his ears burning hot, will would nod again to himself, feeling his boxers grow ever damper from his arousal.

SMACK

“oh!”

SMACK

“mhmnn, thank you!”

the more spanks mr. mctavish would land on you, the more whiny and pathetic your cries would get, your aching pussy clenching with each one. it’d be drooling slick over your thighs by this point, the insistent press of his cock under you would only fuel your need to be filled by something, your clit absolutely throbbing and your cunt feeling so empty.

“ahhnn— m-mr. mctavish, please” you’d squirm on his lap, rubbing your thighs together to find some friction; your previous shyness having melted away to be replaced with raw need “i need to cum— please, i’m so wet, i need it—-y-your fingers”

pausing his blows to your ass, william would hum as he soothes the skin there with gentle rubs, ”mmm, fuck. you’re so needy today, princess. first you want me to spank you like you’re some naughty little girl and now you want me to make you cum”

his fingers would brush down between your soaked thighs, feeling the heat radiating from your core before he’d even touch you. he’d take his thumb and rub it up and down through your drenched pussy, pausing to circle your swollen clit with each pass.

“god you’re absolutely soaked. i guess you are a naughty little girl then aren’t you baby? only a naughty girl would get so damn wet from being spanked until her ass glows”

you wouldn’t be able to speak, too busy digging your teeth into your lip to keep from moaning shamelessly. your nails would be scratching at the fabric of the couch cushions to find purchase against the waves of pleasure taking over you as mr. mctavish starts to sink a finger into you.

“oh baby...your little pussy is so wet for me, my finger is getting sucked right in. mmm shit you’re so hot and tight, i can tell you’re so close already sweetheart, your walls are massaging my finger”

panting through clenched teeth as will rotates his digit inside your cunt, rubbing it everywhere but where you’d need it, “yes i’m so close! ohhh fuck—will! i need more, please”

smirking at seeing you such an adorable mess, mr. mctavish would be happy to give you what you wanted. pressing a second finger inside your pussy with ease, and focusing their attention downwards to stroke hard on your front wall as his thumb speeds up its pace on your nub.

“ahh oh yes! mr. mctavish, that’s so— oh— perfect! so good!”

chest rumbling with a growl, will would bring his left hand down hard on your ass, taking you by surprise and making your orgasm so much closer.

“fuck you love this so much don’t you, your cunt just clenched so hard. you’re so naughty— such a bad girl, loving having your pussy stuffed and your ass spanked. i’m gonna spank you a couple more times and you’re gonna cum while i do, understand princess?”

feeling so close to the edge already you’d nod frantically and moan out an acknowledgment before mr. mctavish starts his onslaught on your tender ass. each second of contact would hurtle you closer and closer to cumming, the combined sensation of his hand smacking your ass in rapid succession and his fingers relentlessly pumping inside you, thumb attacking your clit all the while— it’d be just too much for you to take——

you’d feel your breath hitch as the feeling swells inside you— consuming you as it spreads from deep in your cunt to the rest of your body, making you shake and sob from its intensity. mr. mctavish would work you through it, extending your pleasure by continuing to finger you as you cum hard around him.

when you come down from the high your ears would be ringing, your body weak from how hard you just came. william would have gone back to soothing you with gentle massages over your body. he’d carefully lift your legs off him a bit so he could stand, settling them back down on the couch before he walks out of the room and down the hall. your eyes would stay closed as you start to steady your breathing again, until you’d hear mr. mctavish’s heavy footsteps return and you sense him couching in front of you. a warm damp cloth would suddenly be moving over your pussy and your thighs, guided by a gentle and loving hand as you’re cleaned up. a cap would then click open and a liquid would be squirted out and rubbed between hands before being applied oh so carefully to your numb ass, rubbed all over until it soaks into your tender skin. the faint smell of aloe would fill your nose.

“there we go, baby.” mr. mctavish would place a kiss to your temple as his fingers played with your hair, his voice cooing. “thank you for sharing that with me, you did so well. how about i get you one of my shirts to change into— i know you love that— a cozy blanket, some coco, and a nice snack?”

finally you’d open your eyes. feeling drowsy already you would smile softly at will, gazing into his honey eyes, so soft and filled with love for you, before giving a little hum as you stretch there on the couch.