* BRUISED PEACH

♡ 𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊 — an independent selective horror/paranormal original character based on original lore, made with love by sugar. ( minors dni. ) mature themes will be present. featuring verses for: fallout, dragon age, resident evil, & more. ( LOW ACTIVITY; SPORADIC REPLIES. )

themes present: religious trauma, the deconstruction of the manic pixie dream girl, killing god, the final girl, and goth girls know magic. 

affiliates: afteriimage ⋆ hesperid ⋆ tempesttragedy / shadowatmorning

mains: cicero-the-assassin / distantpagesandpapercuts ⋆ deliriumang3l ⋆ saburaito ⋆ grote5querie ⋆ primitiaxorsa ⋆ dmaorg / nezemny

charcuterie board filled with cheeses, meats, grapes, berries, olives, pickles, and crackers. the dip is honey and jam.

small cute sandwiches with the crust cut off

a baguette

dessert like apple pie

ramona rolls her eyes, scoffing, folding her arms across her chest. there's something about this guy--this bear--that peeves her. it's his sad nature, it's his unwillingness to do anything for himself, at least in her eyes. it's almost like he wants people to feel bad for him, and she wonders if she's correct about that gut feeling. she's happy for nikki, at least. nikki has her whole life ahead of her, even if she may not notice the sad losers in her wake. (ramona wonders if there are sad losers in her life as well; it's easy to be blind to all of that, at first.) all ramona can do is sigh heavily, rolling her eyes.

"is that so? do i make you needy?" ramona moans against lucio's lips, kissing him tenderly. she doesn't like to utter the 'L' word any time soon, but she still utters words of affection if required, if he wants it. that's why she runs her fingers through his dark locks of hair, and why she kisses his face sweetly, whilst nibbling the side of his jaw, littering it with love bruises. every now and then, her bites grow more forceful. she wonders if he likes it. "would you flatter me with a response?" ramona wouldn't be surprised if he didn't; she understands he likes to tease as much as she does. perhaps it's a pride thing? if it's true that lucio's growing impatient by the minute, she wonders if he'd even take humor in all the teasing. but she loves riling him up, as much as she loves being riled up.

ramona grinds against his lap, feeling the heat of his hardened member underneath her. a shiver runs up her spine. her limbs feel like jello. she moans lightly, taking his hand, placing it between her legs. she wears no panties. "do you feel how wet i am already?" she coos. "this is how much i want you. will you show me how much you want me?" she kisses lucio, licking his bottom lip, tasting him, feeling his breath on her mouth. she loves him.