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Mother Dearest - Cicero x Reader {chapter I} (Reader's personality/story is loosely based off my Skyrim OC Sithia.) ✖----✖----✖Chapter 1: Child of Darkness Growing up was onerous in Cyrodiil, Bravil, especially as an orphan child that nobody cared about. The head mistress of the orphanage was a cruel unforgiving hag but nobody ever saw it other than you. You were treated divergently from the other urchins. Maybe, it was because you were different than the others. Not by appearance, but simply in who you were as a person. You were given over to the orphanage by your parents when you were a baby. There was always somethin

Mother Dearest - Cicero x Reader {chapter I} (Reader's personality/story is loosely based off my Skyrim OC Sithia.) ✖----✖----✖Chapter 1: Child of Darkness Growing up was onerous in Cyrodiil, Bravil, especially as an orphan child that nobody cared about. The head mistress of the orphanage was a cruel unforgiving hag but nobody ever saw it other than you. You were treated divergently from the other urchins. Maybe, it was because you were different than the others. Not by appearance, but simply in who you were as a person. You were given over to the orphanage by your parents when you were a baby. There was always somethin

Before we start, I have no clue what to label this as. It just border lines sexual themes! So I do want to give a little warning, so forgive me, I know there are so many young'uns out there on dA and I want to keep it safe for them. Anyway, I'm going to stop talking now... -X- A cruel smirk crossed the pale boy's lips as he watched the agony and pain cross your face in a flash. It was delicious to him, to hear your pitiful whines and the desperate moans of pain you gave as his hands roughly grabbed at your hair. Your heart was pounding roughly in your chest, your lips were aching and somewhat bruised, but he still kept suckling away on the

~Note: Reader-chan is around 10-11~ You were a Borrower: a tiny person who lived in the homes of the "Big People" and borrowed things that were meaningless to them to survive. Fortunately, nothing was too big nor too heavy for you to carry, thanks to a little magic. But even so, you were still a child and thus you were a bit timid around the "Big People". What if the one who owns this house saw you and realized what you were doing? Would they kick you out? Step on you like an ant? "Damn it..where did I put that tack?" Your [e/c] eyes widened in horror. You always managed to get back to the mouse hole that was your home without him seeing

The first time he saw you, was in his art class at the college. You were one of the suppose models the students would be drawing to practice sketching the human body. You were shy and nervous shaking and fidgeting a little as you held your stance while stripped down to nothing but your undergarments. It was your luck that the teacher felt it would be uncomfortable for you to be nude in front of his class especially since most of them were males. You were only there for the day as the original model had cancelled because of a friend’s wedding he had to attend. He tilted his head as he stared at you with his tired eyes, amazed by your bo

  The rest of the day went on normally. School was let out for the day, and you and Nigel went back to the tree house Nigel's team resided in. Strangely an operative walked over to you and Nigel and said " Numbah 362 has requested a talk PRIVATLEY with Miss _______." "Did she actually say it like that?" Nigel asked tightening his grip on your hand. "Sir Yes Sir, she did!" The operative says. Nigel sighs and let's go of your hand. "Fine but make it quick!" Nigel says and walks away.  The operative led you to Numbah 362 and left the room. "So your the girl My Boy has been talking about , eh?" She asks cocking her eyebrow. "That depends on who

Creepypasta for Dummies: Creating a Hybrid Creepypasta OC Greeting and salutations, fellow Pastanians. Today we’ll be looking into creating an interesting type of creepypasta OC which you’ve probably run into before, even if you didn’t know it: the “hybrid” model of OC. “What is a hybrid?”, I’m sure you’re wondering. Well, a hybrid is essentially an OC which blends elements from several different types of character templates. In recognition of the fact that ~InvaderIka (https://www.deviantart.com/invaderika) gave me the inspiration for this guide and ideas for the content, we’ll use a hybrid character of hers in the

"Oh for God's sake this is the third time this week!" "What...seems to be the problem, [y/n]?" You snapped your head over to see Henry's concerned expression. He was drawing another panel for the next episode of Bendy's show when he heard your shouts of frustration. "The problem is that somebody keeps eating my damn chocolate bars!" You growled, lifting up the empty wrapper of what was suppose to be your snack for break time. "And I literally just got up to go to the bathroom!" "Oh...that's not good," Henry muttered. "Yeah it's not because this is the only thing I ever eat at work." Tossing the wrapper in the trash, you huffed in irritat