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anonymergremlin · 4 months

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"What makes you human..."

(A little P x OC piece)

A little piece to foreshadow the relationship between Alice and P. I wrote it tonight cause I'm not feeling so good lately. My emotional situation is kind of messy.

I hope you like it.

Her slender fingers moved to the man's throat, pressing against his pulse. Silence, no motion beneath her fingers. The man was gone. With a swift motion Alice pushed herself off the floor, finally getting to her feet. Light blue eyes swept over the ground, examining those who had fallen. These Stalkers had threatened them, they had started the fight, therefore it was their fault that it had ended like this.

"None left. I guess we killed the last one," she sighed, finally able to calm down. The young woman grabbed each side of her crow mask before removing it from her face. At last Alice took a deep breath, finally able to get some fresh air after so many hours of covering her face. She relaxed for a bit until she realized there are more important matters.

"'Love, are you all right?". Her attention shifted from the silence of the aftermath to the puppet man who was standing only a few steps away from her. His eyes focused on the more human-looking hand of his, observing the drops of blood running down his fingers. A look of anger and sadness settled over P's face. And he had a good excuse for it.

Alice knew that he disliked fighting against humans, that he didn't like to harm and even kill them. But Alice also knew that in a world like their own, violence was so often the only solution.

She moved closer to him, kneeling right before him while pulling a handkerchief out of her black coat's pocket. Her free hand reached for his bloodstained hand before she began to clean it with the handkerchief. "You have every right to feel this way, to be disgusted by what we had to do. But… do not let it destroy you," Alice whispered softly. She continued cleaning his hand, eyes turned away from his. "The world is cruel. If you had chosen not to hurt them, they would still have hurt you. What you have done was defending yourself… it's your right to act that way. If they don't respect your life, why should you respect theirs?

P knew that she was right, but it still seemed wrong. He focused his blue orbs on hers, trying to let go of his emotions, but he just couldn't. He really wished that he didn't have to act like this. That the humans realize what madness this is. The Puppet Man watched as Alice stood up, her ash-grey hair gently covering her scarred face. She cupped his face with both of her hands, leaned forward and kissed him. Allowing him to feel somehow better.

"Don't feel bad. The fact that you think about your actions, question and regret them, only shows how far you have come. Pino… you are more human than many of us will ever be.

#lies of p #lies of p x oc #p x oc #little piece #mostly for myself #enjoy

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poirouge · 6 months

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Hello!

This is my first time doing this, but unfortunately there's no Lies of P fandom on Wattpad and I feel alone, hahaha. I wanted to invite you to see my fanfic, if you're comfortable. For now it is in Spanish (if I had more English skills I would publish the chapters right here, I swear), but if you understand the language or you're curious, I'll be very happy if you visit it. Maybe at some point and with help, I can facilitate its translation here.

If you want to know the plot, it's basically about Alyse Voclain (inspired in Alice in Wonderland), who is a nurse in Krat. The fanfic will talk about her experience in the city as foreign (shortly before Puppet Frenzy), the way in which she can interact with the ergo and serve as a 'medium', the way people think she's crazy for that, or the way Geppetto want to be her friend/mentor (spoiler, he's manipulative) to help him finalize some "special details" about P.

And, when Krat is in the apocalypse, Alyse and P will have a particular chemistry of protection and how-to-be-human lessons, since when he was created and conscious he knew her as his "kind of angel." P is more aggressive in protecting her and melancholic in other things.

I promise you it is much deeper than I'm telling you. It would make me very happy if you could read it! Thank you very much!

Btw, I've read that certain people see P's model like Timothée Chalamet, others that are disgusted by the comparison. In my case, I needed a real faceclaim for my graphics (I didn't find female fcs in games that I liked for my Alyse), so I went with Tim and made him some graphics that I liked, like that one I posted. In case you don't like it, it's just an alternative. 💙

#lies of p #lies of p x reader #aliceinwonderland #pinocchio #pinocchio x oc #p x oc #lies of p x oc #lies of p pinocchio #fanfiction #le echaré ganas a duolingo #p x reader

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moonies-artpad · 4 months

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your honor, they're in love

i'm having way too much fun with sketching. i would properly finish this, but my stylist broke and i don't have enough confidence to do proper lineart with my fingers. so i'll have to wait until i get a new one to actually do good art.

i just love drawing p and emilie together as a silly little couple. i think they're just so precious together 😭

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thecuddlefishiv · 6 months

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Page 1 is done! :D

#lies of p fanart #lies of p #p x oc #pinocchio x oc #digital drawing #digitalart #digital art #art #digital illustration #my art #drawing #artists on tumblr #fanart #manga art #manga

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agomeangelcat · 6 months

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Sugar Plum.

A/N: I like to write when i sad...enjoy my silly oc.

Shipps: Oc x Canon, Oc x P.

Tw: My bad writing and cringe. My head hurts. Game spoilers.

The doors of the hotel open, to the new addition to the Hotel Krat, P father's Geppet's long-time rival.

A man with black hair, olive skin and green eyes like jade, who screamed Christmas spirit in all his essence, or that's what Gemini said, he had a supreme creation, a doll, a soldier, a protector, a Nutcracker that, unfortunately, had to be killed, the memory of Geppeto's Rival greatest creation still fresh in everyone's memory, including his niece.

The creator of the Nutcracker, the only big puppet that was not owned by Geppeto, Herr Drosslmeyer, was long data rival from Geppeto and the type that in addition to being intelligent, Drosslmeyer was kind, gentle, creative and even magical, since Geppeto's death, the automatons being born, were special and took over the hotel like a family, animals and even some toys, the hotel krat looks magical and full of life thanks to Drosslmeyer's extroverted manners.

P had constant visits to Drosslmeyer's office for concerts, check ups and some upgrades, and it was he who made P resuscitation possible.

The truth was, the Nutcracker's death was not done by P's hands, the Nutcracker was a mistake, a partnership doomed to failure, the Nutcracker was created by Drosslmeyer and Geppeto as a way to show that, in fact, they didn't they were rivals or enemies but business partners, something that was shown to be false as soon as the Nutcracker almost killed Drosslmeyer's niece, if it weren't for Drosslmeyer's automaton rats who saved her from being killed.

P knew this, since he got his humanity and saw Drosslmeyer as a mentor and doctor, it was inevitable that P, a hunter, would not see Clara, who is also a hunter, and the niece of the man who created the new puppets, Clara was responsible for the death of the Nutcracker, she killed her best friend because of the man P called father. Clara was extroverted, but not in the uncomfortable eay, she was almost a princess, but she held weapons instead of all the glamor of a princess, she had the nickname Sugar Plum, was nickname that everyone in the hotel gave her because the girl was always eating sweets or hungry for sweets.

P knew that of everyone at the hotel, Clara was the most full of life, she slid down the handrails, danced on the tables, stole sweets from the kitchen and P's favorite, danced alone in the ballroom, he loved the dance's spins and pirouettes that Clara practiced, and when he questioned Gemini, the little guy said that Clara was a ballerina.

Clara is good, never treating him as less or different because he was a puppet made by the man who betrayed her uncle, the young dancer was good, strong and great at making P's heart feel full of ticks and tacks, when she read books to him like a theater scene or put tiaras and clips in his hair to aplly make up on his face, according to her "he looks beautiful in makeup".

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Walking around the hotel in the early hours of the morning where everything was a sleep or almost everything, was always a different energy, P heard earlier before Clara's complaint to her uncle about how all her point shoes were worn out, and that Drosslmeyer would probably take a while to make new ones for his niece, looking at the box in P's hands near the door of the room, Clara's soft voice coming from the huge place, P feels a small spasm, even human when in moments like this he can't help but have spasms or be all messed up, Clara was beautiful, and everyone in the hotel seemed to know and talk about, not only a ballerina's physique, her brown eyes, dark skin and raven hair made her look like a doll made by the most prestigious sculptor, he didn't really understand humanity too well, but I knew beauty when he saw it.

Stopping in front of the open door of the ballroom, P watches Clara in a long strawberry print dress, Dancing around the room, the twirling dress making her float around her, the soft smile and the melody she hummed, P notices, she was barefoot, the sneakers must have gone bad or something. Clara ends her little dance roughly in perfect arabesque when she notices him standing in the doorway.

"Holy Rat King...P you scared me!!!!" P doesn't even move, the girl sighs, smiling softly, her hand on her chest to calm her heart from the fright, looking at the boy in front of her, Clara liked P's presence, he was a strange combination of serious and elegant with a playful boy who liked to play tricks. Noticing the comfortable silence between them, Clara's yellowish brown eyes look down at the box in P's hands, it was white with some pink stripes and an elegant pink bow and screamed sweetness.

"Oh, did you buy Sophia a present?...unfortunately she's not here...but she came to see me a few hours ago-" Clara stops talking when she sees Pinocchio approaching her, she wasn't blind nor was she knows that P's has some charm, hell, since they stepped into the hotel and her uncle brought P to life using blue magic, Clara always said how beautiful P was, not just physically, the puppet according to her was the only thing beautiful thing that Geppeto had lucky to create.

P was very close to her, too close, looking down at her, Clearly her face heats up, the yellow lights in the room make everything comfortable, P tilts his head to the side looking at the river of yellowish brown in her eyes, Caramel, P never really understood so well the reason for the nickname, but now, her eyes were Caramel.

"P? are you okay? are you hurt-" Again being interrupted, P extends the box to Clara, surprising her for a few seconds.

"Oh..Oh!....is it for me?" looking at him she touches the box with one hand and points to herself with the other hand, P smiles softly nodding positively, Clara can't help but admire him. Carlo and P were very different, but in a twins way, at the time Carlo was alive, Clara had a rivals relationship with Geppeto's son, but P, still had the same bite, but clearly it was as if P was more open to feelings than Carlo, which is ironic. Her uncle said: "Carlo liked you... but he didn't know how to show it, boys are stupid.".

She remembers when Carlo pushed her into the lake but she insisted on pulling him along, both wet and looking at each other with angry looks, breathing heavily, but Carlo had been the first to break eye contact, his face turning red, which at the time Clara thought was anger.

This time she was the one who looked away first, looking at the box and seeing how their hands were almost touching. P watches curiously, almost leaning in to catch her eyes again he almost pouts when the girl breaks the eye contact. Clara undoes the box's bow in his hands, carefully, the science was almost suffocating but not the bad kind, it was tension, a need for presence instead of words. The girl makes a surprised noise, and P observes every detail of her face with parted lips, so he looks at the contents of the box with her.

"...you...found..." A new, untouchable pair of point shoes, elegant and clean, smelling of lavender. She laughs, taking the shoes from the box and seeing that in addition to being her size, they were soft shade of purple not completely pink.

She looks at P with a giant smile on her face, a smile that he returns with the same enthusiasm, watching as she sits on the floor to put on the new sneakers, the box on the floor next to her, the prepayment for the sneakers, breaking, bending and straightening, P helps her to get up as soon as she finishes, extending his hands to her, and lifting the girl up without difficulty. Clara laughs, spinning around and testing her new pair of point shoes.

"That's perfect, how did you get this!? I thought they didn't have any more of it, and Uncle Drosslmeyer said it would take a while to make new ones!" Looking at him as P stands in the middle of the room and looking at her with the same intensity, P feels his insides heat up with her sweet, caramelized gaze.

P is almost flinches when the girl runs to him and hugs him, tight, but not only that, the Ghost of her lips on his neck.

"Thanks P...you're the best." P slowly returns the hug, it was strong, and the kind of hug that someone would die happy in, his face hidden in her neck, arms holding her back and waist, lifting her from the ground, Clara laughs at the sudden action and the laughter only increases when he twirl around with her on the tight hug, it was a new feeling, sweet as a Sugar Plum Fairy.

Drosslmeyer was not surprised to find his niece and P lying in the library sleeping with books around them, Clara with her head on P's chest and P looking almost human with his head on Clara's hair, and a small white mouse sleeping on the girls hand.

"...P can sleep now....what a shame your father didn't see what a gift you are." The older man covers them both with a soft blanket around them.

"Good night little sprouts"

#lies of p #oc x canon #P X oc #Pinocchio x oc #Lies of p x oc #original character #ballet

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moonchild-writes · 4 months

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The Puppet and his Vampire (Lies of P fic)

Synopsis: The more Pinocchio desires to become human, the more he begins to realize that he has deeper feelings for Emilie than he thought.

Warnings!: OC x character, fluff, comfort, romance, drinking blood (bc vampire), just P being a curious lad, oneshot, not proof-read, mediocre writing

A/N: it is 3 am and i have been working on this fic for hours. i am a lil delusional and i'm certain it's not properly edited. if there's anything a lil funky, i apologize. also this is about my lies of p oc, emilie delisle. i might make some p x reader stuff at some point, because i realize i probably should indulge my fellow lonely hopeless romantics. but tonight is not that night. i'm tired and i'm gonna go to bed once this is out. have a nice night/day/afternoon/whenever y'all.

Their partnership began simply because Emilie had nothing better to do. She'd been stuck in the hotel since the plague broke out, spending all her time making sure Antonia was okay for however long she had left in her twilight years. So traveling with the puppet was a welcome change for the vampire, who initially did not care what Pino's mission was... until she realized what Geppetto had planned for him thanks to Romeo's efforts, at which point she actually began to care more and more about his safety.

To have someone who really cared about him and even fought alongside and for him was... different. He appreciated the way she did everything she could to keep him safe, taking on any enemy that was too strong for him and even learning from Eugenie how to work on him when they were traveling. It was nice to have someone who wanted the best for him, even if he didn't believe her when she claimed that Geppetto wasn't a good guy here.

As Pinocchio became more human, he began to realize that he felt differently about Emilie than he did about the others in the hotel. Whenever they traveled together, or whenever he saw her in the library, he could feel and even hear his mechanical heart beat faster, and he even began to feel nervous around her. Since P had learned to speak, he always spoke clearly and correctly... but he had a habit of stuttering and stumbling over his words, as if he'd forgotten how to speak to the elven vampire. It was embarrassing, an emotion he'd learned from Antonia when he'd asked her about it.

Now he wanted to understand this strange new feeling he had every time he saw the stubborn vampire. He needed to know why he felt this way, and if it was something unique to her, or if it was something he could feel for others as well.

The puppet entered the library and began to search the shelves for a book that would make things clearer for him. As he searched for the right book to shed light on this new emotion, he noticed the familiar vampire lying on the couch, reading a book without a care in the world. Normally at this time Emilie would be looking after Antonia, making sure she was okay and had everything she needed, but Polendina had clearly taken over that role for the day to give the vampire a break.

The woman was reading a book that P had never seen before, a glass of what was so clearly blood sat on the end table that Emilie had moved closer to it so she wouldn't have to twist too much to reach it. There was a lantern next to the glass, providing a dim light for the vampire as she casually read her book. Her usual outfit had been swapped for a loose-fitting black lace-up top and black pants, her hair in a braid to keep it more under control as she took the time to relax.

"Staring isn't very polite, puppet boy." Emilie commented, lowering her book to make eye contact with the puppet who had been staring at her for an inordinate amount of time. The moment her glowing amber eyes met his, his eyes widened slightly in surprise and his heart began to beat faster in response to the sudden eye contact as he stared at her before struggling to speak.

"I... I apologize, Lady Emilie." he said, as soft spoken as ever, as the vampire placed her bookmark in the book before setting it aside to pick up her glass and sit up, sipping from it.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked, keeping her eyes on him, following his every move out of habit. Even though she trusted that he wouldn't do anything to harm her, she was still overly cautious after more than a century of being tormented and hunted by monster hunters and vampire slayers. The puppet fidgeted a bit where he was standing before he walked over to the couch and sat down, keeping a distance between them so he wouldn't accidentally crowd her like he sometimes did unintentionally.

"I seem to have... found a new emotion," he admitted as the vampire raised a brow with an affectionate smile and hummed. "I don't know what it means, though. And I was hoping the library would have the answers." he added as she nodded and sipped her drink again.

"Well, maybe I can be of some help." she offered, setting down her glass and resting her hands in her lap as she watched his face to gauge his reaction. He looked at her for a moment before nodding and moving closer to her.

"When I'm around you, my... heart pounds and I get nervous," he explained while the vampire sat up straight, completely intrigued by what he was about to say. "It becomes hard to concentrate on other things and I want to spend every moment with you. It's... extremely confusing." he finished before she chuckled and crossed her arms.

"Sounds like you're in love." she commented, causing his eyebrows to furrow.

"Love...?" he asked quietly and she nodded.

"Love." she confirmed. "It's a hard feeling to really explain, especially since I personally have never felt it." she shrugged as Pinocchio tilted his head.

"You've never felt love?"

"Not like you," she admitted, crossing her arms and picking up her glass again. "It's awfully sweet that you think so highly of me." she added with a smile, sipping her drink again as he stared at her for a long moment before moving closer and speaking again.

"Why have you never been in love?" he asked, causing her to choke slightly as she stared at him in surprise at the question. She shouldn't be so surprised anymore, because ever since he started talking, he asked as many questions as he could. It was both endearing and annoying.

The vampire cleared her throat as she put down her glass, trying to think of the right answer that wouldn't stress him out. She had never been the right person to ask such interesting and often delicate questions, being the extremely brash and reckless woman that she was.

"Because... I find it hard to be vulnerable with others," she began while he tilted his head. "One big factor of love that I have learned through my many years of living is that love requires vulnerability and trust... which is difficult for me because I haven't had many that I trust that much."

"But what about Lady Antonia?" he asked, drawing a laugh from the vampire.

"Antonia is like my sister. The love she and I share is the kind that family members have," she explained. "But take Polendina, for example. He loves Antonia very much, if there's anyone you should talk to about love, it's him."

"Do you... trust me?" Pinocchio asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he were afraid to ask. The vampire blinked a few times in surprise at the question she hadn't seen coming.

"Of course I do." she assured him before she sighed. "Love is a lot more complicated than just trust, Pino." she said as he sulked and huffed.

"Love sounds difficult..." he muttered, earning another laugh from the woman.

"Sounds like you're finally getting the hang of it." she teased playfully, patting his arm. "I wish I could offer more help, P... but I'm not very good at this sort of thing." she said with a shrug as he looked up at her again, studying her closely before closing the distance between them and pressing his lips to hers, surprising her when her eyes widened and she stared at him in shock for a moment. She slowly raised a hand to his face and returned the kiss, closing her eyes as she melted into him.

It had been so long since she'd been kissed that she'd almost forgotten how good it felt to be kissed. Especially when the kiss was as soft and gentle as this one, one that made her feel truly cared for. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck as he moved closer, resting his Legion hand gently on her waist, their lips beginning to move in sync as the kiss began to heat up.

"Lady Emilie." Polendina announced as the couple hurriedly pulled away, both of them looking toward the door to see an exasperated butler standing in the doorway. Emilie smiled nervously at the puppet and moved away from P before standing up and grabbing her glass. "Lady Antonia has requested your presence...but if you are too busy, I can tell her you will visit later." he said sarcastically as the vampire shot the butler an irritated glare.

"Don't start with me." she growled, looking at Pinocchio and noticing how embarrassed he looked at having been caught. She couldn't help but smile at the way he looked, as if he were guilty for just indulging his feelings for her. She leaned over the back of the couch and planted a small kiss on his cheek, surprising the puppet when he looked at her with wide eyes. "I'll see you later, Pino." she said softly before standing up straight and walking towards the exit, leaving the library with the butler as P placed a hand over where she'd kissed him and stared at the exit with an almost dreamy expression.

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redsnowsystem · 4 months

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I got bored so I moved all my Lies of P smutty thoughts and drabbles over to one AO3 book.

Read them here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52719157/chapters/133371085

#lies of p #reading #giangio #original character #smut #gay #writing #drabble #piangio #Parlo #p x oc #not my oc #but also sometimes my oc #Mendax is my oc #mendax #ao3 writer #i swear i will fix its tags at some point i promise #red snow stuff #red snow sys

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fegirl1 · 4 months

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Ok, so as I go through my inspirational playlist for Lies of P as I am working on my current piece, I found that the following theme would be the perfect theme (or love theme) for PxLillian <3

(Pretty much from 0:00 to 3:05)

youtube

If you haven't seen Crimson Peak, then you should give it a watch! It's a really good movie, in my opinion!

#lies of p #lies of p oc #lies of p pinocchio x oc #canon x oc #pinocchio x oc #p x oc #fegirl's thoughts #Youtube

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yawnderu · 4 months

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''You're such a fucking asshole and—'' Your words are interrupted by a whiny moan when Keegan starts to thrust up, not letting you get distracted by anything despite your rant.

''Yeah? Keep going, baby. Ride this fucking cock.'' You do as he says, getting on your feet to be able to ride him harder and deeper, the tip of his cock hitting your spongy cervix every single time he goes all the way in. One of your hands is on his hard chest for support, while the other one is holding his jaw, keeping his mouth open to hear the downright lewd groans leaving his lips.

''And... annoying. Cocky. Arrogant—'' Each insult is punctuated by you dropping on his cock, walls tightening up even more when you feel him throbbing inside you.

''Horrible.'' You keep ranting about him despite how good he feels inside you, despite the way his fat cock has your lips gripping on him for dear life. He is all of those things and more, but the tension that has been building up to this day was impossible to ignore. You're impaling yourself down on his cock and he's letting you, mouth open slightly ajar and eyes rolling to the back of his head.

''Fuck— yeah?'' He finds the energy to speak despite the way you're destroying his cock, not even thrusting up anymore and simply letting you do all the work. His hand trails up your spine, grasping at the hair on the back of your neck and keeping your head in place, letting you ride his cock despite his rough hold.

His hand lets go only to slap your face, making you ride faster despite the stinging pain. What a fucking asshole. It doesn't take long for you to return the favor, hand coming up to slap the annoying smirk off of his face— and it works shortly, he looks shocked at getting slapped back, yet pure amusement is soon written all over his annoyingly handsome face, seeing it as a challenge.

You know you fucked up when his calloused hands grasp your waist, holding you in place before using his strength to switch positions, now on top of you. His cock thrusts even deeper like this, hitting your cervix over and over at an almost punishing pace.

''Acting like a fucking bitch all day—'' He groans out, words interrupted by the sharp hiss leaving his lips at the way your pussy tightens more around his cock. He looks down at your lips, leaning closer while managing to keep his brutal thrusts.

''Open that fucking mouth, baby.'' You obey, too fucked out to even think much about it. You're barely able to register the way he spits into your mouth before kissing you, tongues wrapping around the other in a disgusting mess of spit. His hand comes up to grope your tit, fingers squeezing and pulling on the nipple every few seconds as he kisses you, ignoring the way your mixed spit is dripping down the corners of your lips.

The air is heavy with the smell of sex and the sounds of your muffled moans, his grip on your body bruising, fingers digging into your skin as he fucks you with an almost animalistic hunger. He doesn't stop making out with you even when his thrusts become even more brutal, spilling into you with a final, deep thrust. His hot white cum filling you up only makes your body tense up, riding out your orgasms together before he collapses on top of you, his weight keeping you pinned to the bed.

''Get off of me, fatass.'' Your protests go ignored, the asshole only making himself even heavier on top of you even when you try your best to get him off.

#call of duty ghosts keegan #keegan p russ #keegan russ x reader #keegan smut #keegan p. russ x fem!oc #keegan p russ x reader #cod x reader #call of duty #cod ghosts keegan #cod ghosts #call of duty ghosts #cod keegan #keegan russ #cod ghosts x reader #keegan x reader #cod smut #smut

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