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xlovingcupcakex · 5 months

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M!Kylar x F!Reader - Puppy Love (SMUT)

Basically you go to a party looking for a hookup and Kylar catches your attention. Being the first person who doesn't treat him like shit, he instantly falls in love and agrees, especially with your earlier flirting.

2.350 words.

“Isn't he kind of cute...?” you mused to yourself, eyeing up your prey. Around your height, dark hair, green eyes. Nervous. He looks at the floor and holds his cup, shoulders tense, back leaning against the wall. You moved towards him with a glint in your eye. Everyone seemed to avoid him. You weren’t really sure why, but you won’t complain. It just meant less competition for you.

With confident steps, you neared the young man. He still didn’t notice you. But that’s fine. You would get him soon enough and all his attention would be on you. Soon, you were only a few steps away from him. You leaned against the wall next to him, before putting your head on his shoulder and giving him the cutest, innocent smile, you could muster. He seemed like the type to enjoy it.

A shy blush rose to his cheeks as he gripped the cup tighter, the plastic in his hand denting slightly from how hard he was gripping it. He made no attempts to move away, which you took as a quiet yes. Pretty, vibrant green eyes stared back into yours. He gulped as you took in his expression, his adam’s apple moving. Your gaze followed subtly lower, noticing his exposed collarbone, before flicking back up again. His face reddened as you leaned closer to him, your warm breath brushing against his neck.

“How about we leave this party... And get to know each other better, hmm? Would you like that?” keeping up the innocent facade, your hand trailed up his arm, before locking your arms together. As soon as he gave the smallest of nods at you, you started to lead him away from the bustling gathering, opting to move away from the bar at the beach and going to the park instead.

Sitting down on the fountain, you immediately closed the distance between the two of you, your thigh touching his. A squeak escaped him as you kissed him. His lips were slightly chapped, but soft and pleasant anyways.

His palms gripped at his jeans, clutching the material tightly as he was breathing loudly, unsure of what to do. You continued to kiss him, leading him slowly as you put your hand on his cheek and tilted his head, deepening the kiss. Your other hand traveled to one of his hands, hoping to calm him down as you trailed soft patterns consisting of stars and hearts on his hand.

You could hear his heartbeat. His breathing got heavier.

Opening your eyes, you saw a gaze so intense that it made you feel hot in your lower stomach. Was he observing you all this time? It made you a little self-conscious. You pulled back from the kiss, both of your cheeks flushed a pale shade as he continued to stare at you, anxious as ever. Smiling at him, you gave him another kiss, this time on his hot cheek, before whispering. “Is this what love at first sight feels like? I think I like it. It would be nice to know the name of my love, though.”

Pulling back again, you have him an innocent expression yet again. He was wrapped all around your finger, now. You could tell by his gaze. Lovestruck, shy, but most importantly, so, so eager. Poor boy couldn’t hold in his excitement so much that he pulled you into another kiss, this time sloppy and wet. All hesitation seemed to escape his reasoning as he tried to recreate what you did earlier, trying his best to deepen the kiss. His hands, compared to how they were before, impatiently twitched as he placed them on your hips and brought you closer. Towering over you as you were forced to lean back because of the close proximity

Like a switch, he turned into a whimpering, pathetic mess as you refused to grant him access as he probed at your lips with his tongue. “Noona... P-please, m-more...”

With a shaking breath, he was basically begging you while you smiled at him teasingly. “I don’t know, Puppy... Maybe if you tell me your name? I’ll give you mine as well, hmm?”

It was all it took for him to tell you about his name with a stutter, before latching onto your neck and placing wet kisses all over it. His eagerness was really endearing. It almost made you reconsider sleeping with him. Such a cute and innocent dude, so flustered and eager for you. “Good boy...” you moaned out, before roughly tugging at the back of his head, exposing his neck as was forced to pull away. A whiny moan left him as he looked at you, eyes full of desperation. It soon changed to surprise as you pulled him in towards you, lips meeting, giving him what he begged for earlier.

The moan he let out was shameless as he wrapped his arm around your waist, letting you take back full control of the situation once more. Kylar wanted nothing more than to make you happy in this moment. “I... I want to be with you... P-Please, Noona!” a rush of excitement filled him as he took in your appearance, completely mesmerized as he admired your beauty. You didn’t even notice when he took his hands into yours, tumbling and playing with them in a similar way you did earlier.

He didn’t need to say more as you dragged him back to your house after he begged you so nicely. As soon as you stepped inside your room Kylar didn’t hesitate to drag you to the bed, him falling first and you following shortly after, falling on top of him and straddling his hips. The sheer size of his manhood surprised you at how big it was, even under your body and under the layer of his clothes.

“Noona...” his hips buckled upwards, meeting yours and dry humping you, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he tries to encourage you to move with him as well, desperate for your touch.

Seeing him under you was almost magical. Big, bright blush, reaching past his ears and his neck. His shirt rose up slightly upwards from all the moving and dry humping, exposing his stomach. Eyes soaking up your every curve on your body, slightly teary from how sensitive he was being, his expression erotic.

It made you want to tease him more, but you were already pretty eager to get it going. You made sure to give him a nice view as you look off your shirt, exposing your lace bra. You bended your body forward, almost pushing up your breasts up his face, before you got rid of the bra as well, throwing it somewhere on the ground.

Kylar’s hands twitched as he licked his lips, eyeing up your body hungrily. He could feel his self-preservation slip the more he looked at you and your body, his heart beating so fast he was sure you could hear it. Your expression was cute as well. He loved seeing the way you got all worked up for him. He hoped only he saw that naughty part of you.

“Come on, Kylar~” you gave a teasing roll of your hips. “Let’s get you naked as well, huh?”

You didn’t need to tell him twice as you got off of him, giving him the chance to take off his shirt and the rest of his clothes as well. Giving him a show, you made sure to arch your back as you took off your pants and panties at once, exposing your sex. Although you couldn’t see his expression, you did hear a gasp and a belt unbuckling, before being dragged back into the bed and being thrown on your back.

Kylar didn’t waste any time as he eagerly positioned himself between your legs, running the tip up and down between your folds. He moaned at the way his tip glistened with your arousal. One of his arms was above your head, pinning you. Poor Kylar was begging for you to let him enter you, a soft whine escaping him as he continued to move his cock up and down impatiently.

You couldn’t help but giggle a little at his eagerness. This time you were the one leaning on your elbows as you looked down, curious on what his cock looked like. It was easily described as large, with a pretty, swollen tip. He was already leaking lots of precum.

The thought of having something so big inside you made you shudder. You couldn’t help but notice how it’s his first time, and suddenly, you felt much more self-conscious than before. You were confident, but you didn’t really want to disappoint him. Everything felt so intimate, now. It wouldn’t hurt to make it a bit more special for him, right...?

“Come here, Puppy.”

You reached out your arm and wrapped it around his neck, before bringing him closer and kissing him, using as much passion as you could. You opened your mouth and gently probed at him with your tongue, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. He followed your lead eagerly, leaning into you some more, almost laying on top of you.

Your chests were touching, and Kylar couldn’t help but let go of his cock to grab one of your tits instead, giving it a curious squeeze as he panted into the kiss, enjoying the close proximity and the feel of your body. You muttered a soft “Good job.” under your breath at how he tried his best to please you. As a reward you flipped him on his back and positioned his cock at your entrance, but not before spitting on your hand and giving his cock some extra lubrication.

Watching his reaction, you lowered yourself gently on his length. His eyes widened in surprise as your velvety walls enveloped and welcomed his cock. A loud whine followed by a high-pitched wheeze as he grabbed at the sheets, his hips moving upwards automatically, trying to reach as deep as possible. When you gave your hips an experimental roll, he swore he could see heaven. A moan of your own leaves you at the feeling, it’s been a while since you’ve had a cock this good.

“Oh, Puppy...” you said in a scolding tone as his chest heaved up and down, struggling to catch his breath. You think you saw him almost biting his tongue, trying his best to hold in the noises as he already spilled inside you from the stimulation. As much as you wanted to find it annoying, it was... Endearing in a way.

“Look at the mess you made, so eager...” you moved your hips, with Kylar still being sensitive in his post-orgasmic bliss, not minding the cum that leaked out of your hole and dripped down onto your sheets. It’s obvious cumming once won’t do it for him and you were more than happy to accommodate that.

His expression looked almost like he was in pain from the over-stimulation. His hand moved from the sheets and to your thighs, to your stomach and your waist, anywhere he could reach in the state he was in. He was basically shaking, drool leaking as he looked at you through teary eyes, his voice trembling as he apologized to you, “S-Sorry, I-I'll be good, I p-promise...”

You took the initiative and brought his hand to your cheek as you rode him and moaned his name, leaning into his touch. Poor baby was in heaven, drinking up the sight of you riding him, his cum oozing out of your cunt. It’s okay, he calmed himself, gulping down the air. He’ll just make sure to fill you up some more. Everything for his love.

You muttered another “Good Boy...” against his ear, putting your back into riding him to another orgasm, this time eager to reach your own as well. Kylar wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing you as close as possible, his own hips moving, chasing his sweet release. He choked on air when you started to kiss and bite down on his neck, moaning more praises all the while, encouraging him to move as well and to touch you.

He knew you didn’t cum yet, which prevented him from cumming to early again.

He guessed you were close by the way you were clenching down, milking and squeezing him each time your hips moved, and the way your breathing was uneven, hitching each time he hit your cervix. His own pace was relentless, not giving you any time to stop even when you were gasping for air. He continued to rut into you even after you came, refusing to leave you unsatisfied and empty.

“Noona... N-gah! Noona... I l-love you!”

His hips stuttered as he reached his second peak, a content sight and grunt leaving him as he spilled inside of you, coating your walls once more. You were all spent, not bothering to remove yourself from him, instead still straddling his hips, his cock deep inside you as you tried to catch your breath, your sweat glistening in the dimly lit room. Kylar didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, he seemed to enjoy it very much, going as far as to bring you closer to him, encouraging you to lay your head down in the crook of his neck.

He didn’t hesitate to inhale the scent of your shampoo as you guys cuddled. His arms were wrapped around you protectively, refusing to let you go. His vibrant eyes were filled with so much love it made you feel a certain type of way, your own heartbeat quickening. You were sure he could hear it as well.

Eventually, with some light giggles, you finally could lay beside Kylar normally. You were no longer straddling his hips, and he took the chance to cuddle into you instead, his head on your chest as he pressed soft kisses wherever he could reach, one of his hands on your hips as he traced patterns with his thumb. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep like this. You’ll talk things with him tomorrow instead.

#dol #dol kylar #dol x reader #kylar dol #kylar x reader #kylar the loner #dol kylar x reader #loving's writing #kylar degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity kylar #male kylar #degrees of lewdity x reader #degrees of lewdity

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wicked-bluebird · 4 months

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take a load off pt. 1

"Beloved, you must get tired standing around the counter all day. Why don't you rest your feet, sit down for a bit?" Sydney suggests, his voice the epitome of polite and concerned.

It doesn't sound like a bad idea. You look around for a chair to pull over, then appraise the counter considering just jumping up and sitting on it. The latter might open you up to punishment should Leighton come in and you didn't want to give the pervert any ammunition.

You're broken from your pondering by a soft throat clearing.

Your eyes meet Sydney's, you can see his gentle smile and the genuine care in his eyes, but you know better than to take it at surface value. You can see the flicker there underneath, a flash of mischief just barely peeking through.

"We can share my seat." He gestures casually to his chair, as if the suggestion is casual, courteous.

You raise an eyebrow at him, wondering what angle he's taking here. He can be a confusing mix of forward and reserved. He could mean literally sharing his seat, side by side - the embodiment of pure and faithful. Judging by the glint in his eye though you think he means his lap.

He languidly move a slender hand to his thigh and lightly pats. Confirmed, you're dealing with 'Sydney the Fallen' here and now.

Your gaze lingers on his gracefully long hand, the way even his veins seem sophisticated, the relaxed manner in which his fingers rest on his upper thigh, only inches away from his... "Your eyes are burning, love" he muses.

You quickly look back up to his face. An almost teasing smile on his lips, a question lingering in his look.

#dol sydney #degrees of lewdity #dol pc #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #dol #degrees of lewdity x reader #dol x reader #sydney x reader #writing #mine #i'll post to ao3 but i needed to request a new invite bc i'm not gonna post on main #my first foray into (eventual) smut??

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propertyofkylar · 4 months

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spending new years eve with the dol LIs

minus black wolf and great hawk because they are animals what is a year to them anyway

cw: none! gn LIs and gn pc. happy 2024 :)

robin: if you’re spending nye with robin, you’re probably snuggled up together in their bed, watching the time change on their video game console. the two of you are trying to keep quiet to not disturb the rest of the orphanage. when midnight hits, robin gives you a tender kiss and tells you they love you.

whitney: you’ve been dragged to the pub, which is packed with drunk people so whitney has you on their lap. the two of you are wasted as well. whitney keeps grinding against you, whispering into your ear that you’re gonna cum right when midnight strikes. midnight kiss turns into sloppy making out, which gets you kicked out of the pub. whitney fucks you in the alley.

sydney: pure sydney is at the temple that late, so you spend the evening praying together and exchanging a chaste kiss at midnight. corrupt sydney is still at the temple, but drags you off to the prayer room before midnight so you can ring in the new year alone with each other. start the new year with a sin <3

kylar: they’re just so happy to be with you tbh. kylar stays up later than this daily, so it’s nothing out of the ordinary for them. very very eager to kiss you at midnight and is over the moon when it escalates into fucking. they whisper to you that their resolution is to get you pregnant/get impregnated by you this year.

alex: it’s gonna be another year of hard work, but alex is happy to stay up late and ring in the new year with you. is even happier because it’s an excuse to drink more booze. earnestly shares their goals for the new year, then ends up fucking you right there on the couch.

avery: spending new years with avery means attending a swanky party where everyone is dressed to the nines and drinking fancy champagne and eating little appetizers that you’ve never heard of. the countdown is on a big tv and when it hits midnight you and avery share a kiss, much like the other party guests. they give you extra payment for the holiday after, but only after the two of you fuck in their car like normal.

eden: honestly doesn’t care, but will do something if you want. they’ll pull out a nice bottle of liquor they have hidden somewhere in the cabin and share it with you. you’ll share your goals for the new year. they turn on the radio and the two of you will be slow dancing when the clock strikes midnight, and eden will dip you and give you a sweet kiss.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #idk this occurred to me last night and i couldn’t help it #nica's headcanons #dol x reader #degrees of lewdity x reader #avery the businessperson #robin the orphan #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #sydney the fallen #sydney the faithful #alex the farmhand #eden the hunter

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bunnydol · 6 months

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welcome home, slut

whitney the bully x fem!afab!reader

contents: semi-public, whitney is a bully, hair pulling, mention of cigarette burning, masochism (f!receiving), piv, spanking, degradation (slut, whore), spit, inspection (f!receiving), ask to tag

w/c: ~2.2k

from the cottage: hey hun, you've been out here at the farm for some time now, did you even tell anyone you were out here? i have a feeling someone's lookin' for you...

++Lust ++Jealousy

three months.

it had been three months since the last time you had come to classes.

prior to this rebellious stint of yours, your only other absences were when you had disappeared because of bailey, and disappeared during one of the blood moons and needed to see that creepy doctor in the hospital to feel better.

but this… this was different.

that friday, whitney had clearly remembered the lewd look on your face when he yanked you off of the sidewalk to put a cigarette out on your arm. your eyes had crossed and you had even moaned a little before he shoved you to the floor and laughed at your pathetic nature.

it was normal. an almost comically average interaction. nothing you weren’t used to.

and yet, you had disappeared.

it had rained that sunday after, he remembered. and you didn’t come to annoy him at the park like you always did.

he should’ve known something was possibly wrong, but he didn’t think of it.

every day you weren’t in math class felt like he was the guilty party in your absence, the one who drove you away.

he wasn’t, it was almost definitely a problem that you had gotten yourself into, but still… something was eating at him.

it was about to be three months and one day until the door to river’s classroom swung open five minutes late, and in you walked, calm and steady as ever.

what the fuck?

you looked… cleaner. stronger, somehow. you looked as though you had been successfully roughing it for the past three months, like you had spent a majority of your time outdoors. you skin was practically glowing, your arms bulkier, your thighs plush. you even looked well-fed.

where had you been?

whitney was blinded by his anger, his body moving on his own as he got up and grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you right back up out of your chair. you yelped, kicking and squirming and trying to push him off of you, but his grip just tightened as he tugged you right out of the classroom and into the now empty hallway.

river protested, shouting something down the hall at him as he dragged you along, but whitney ignored him in favor of tossing you into the nearest empty classroom and slamming the door shut.

“welcome back, slut,” he snarled at your cowering form, standing over where you were on the floor, sniffling and wiping at your eyes. mascara was trailing down them you could barely afford anything before, let alone makeup.

“where the fuck have you been, huh? probably showing yourself off at some strip club far away to make a buck. is that it? left to be a camgirl?”

he kicked one of your legs to shove them apart, standing in the space between your knees that he had created for himself as he towered over you.

you shook your head, still trying to gather yourself from being tugged down the hallway by your hair. “i-i got a job, on the farm-”

“a job on a farm? really now?”

“y-yes! i’m h-helping rebuild the farm, get it in working order- alex needs a lot of help, i didn’t realize-”

“i bet he’s fuckin’ you, whoever this alex is.” whitney growled as he stomped his foot down next to your left arm, making you jolt. “i bet you just spread your legs so he could fuck you like an animal while you forget about the rest of us back here in the city. how fuckin’ dare you run off like that.”

you stammered as you looked up at him, sitting up on your elbows as your lip wobbled. “i- i’m sorry, i didn’t realize how long i was away for, i’d work and work and be too tired to walk home, i can’t ride horses yet-”

“‘m sure you know how to ride cock just fine, though, am i right?”

“whitney!” you blurted out, trying to get him to stop talking so you could finish a sentence, “i didn’t have sex with him! i got caught up, i-i missed you!”

now that, whitney hadn’t been expecting. he was maybe expecting your normal demeanor, your normal protests and cries of pain and i’m sorry’s, but not i missed you.

something sickening crawled up his spine as he stood over you and crouched down, bringing his face up close to yours. his fringe hung down; you could see both of his eyes, dark and looming, so clearly.

“say that again, slut.”

“i said i missed you, i’m sorry, i missed you while i was gone, i didn’t have sex with him, please believe me…” you were starting to really cry now, lifting yourself up as much as you could before wrapping your arms around his neck to try and hug him.

and, well, he allowed that, not reciprocating, for all of maybe thirty seconds. he caught the scent of a foreign shampoo in your hair; you’d been staying somewhere other than the orphanage. probably on that farm. probably with him, whoever he was.

he grabbed your shoulders tight and shoved you back down onto the floor, away from him, listening to you gasp with surprise at the action. he grunted as he shifted positions oh so easily, backing off of you only to throw you onto your stomach and hoist your hips up with his hands on your waist.

you yelped in reply, your cheek hitting the cold tile floor a little hard, pain blossoming under your eye. you braced yourself on your hands as your hips were dragged up into the air. “wait, whitney, i-”

“say it again, slut. tell me you missed me. say it again, ‘cause i still don’t believe you.” he grunted down at you, grabbing the hem of your skirt roughly and flipping it up to reveal that you weren’t even wearing panties, something he had demanded you do months ago. you were still obedient to him, it seems. “whore like you still not wearing panties? do you want to get fucked like this?”

“whitney, please,” you simpered, squirming under him and trying to find grip on the tile floor as his calloused fingers danced over your folds. you could feel the heat between your thighs, how your body instinctively unfurled for him; it was a pavlovian response to being underneath him as he barked and bit at you like a dog. your folds started to glisten with your juices as his thumbs hooked around your pussy lips to spread them apart. he glared down at your clenching hole as if studying the way you were getting soaked from his inspection before pooling a thick glob of spit between his lips and letting it drip down onto your cunt.

you gasped at the feeling and shuddered; you’d barely been touched outside of being thrown to the floor and manhandled, but you were already so receptive to him.

“fucking whore, already fucking wet f’ me. say it again, tell me who you missed and maybe i’ll give you this cock.” as he spoke, he let go of one of your hips to undo his belt buckle, letting the cold metal hit your thigh as he worked on freeing his cock from the confines of his pants.

“you!” you immediately started to warble, like a bird in a cage, “i missed you! missed you s’ much, i didn’t let him touch me, i promise-”

“you just let him buy stuff for you huh? your makeup’s running, you never wear makeup.” he leaned his body over your back, his chest hot to the touch as he brushed his chapped lips over your ear. “did you let him make you into a little farmer’s wife, huh?”

“i didn’t! whitney, please, i didn’t! i got it for you!” you were bleating at him like a lamb, and the confession made his cheeks grow hot. he was suddenly glad he had you face down rather than on your back. “bought it for me? wow, what an attention seeker,” he snarled against your ear, and yet the fat head of his cock was slipping through your folds with a shlick, shlick sound.

you felt yourself thrusting back against it, trying to get him inside. “please, missed you s’ much, whit, please- inside-”

“i guess you proved it. maybe i should give you a reminder of what you were missin’ out on while you were away.” he growled a little, unable to hide how he really felt about your absence as he sat up from your back and guided the wet, leaky tip of his cock into your spit-soaked hole. he hissed from the tightness; you cried out from the sudden sting. it wasn’t like he ever really prepped you to take his fat cock, but after being away from him for so long, it felt like the first time all over again.

tears ran down your cheeks as you bit down on your lip and whimpered, feeling him push himself in deeper despite your tight cunt clenching around him and almost forcing him out. he groaned as he watched the way you struggled to take him. “feels like you’re a virgin again, fuck, guess you didn’t get fucked, unless he was real small.”

you moaned when you felt his hips connect with yours, your hands curling into fists. his hand found your hair again, winding it up to get a good grip as he yanked your head up off the floor and made you arch your back.

“now you’re gonna stay right here and fuckin’ take this cock like the whore you are. you need to be retrained.”

you sucked in a breath as he pulled his hips back, the veins of his cock dragging along your gummy walls, before he started to piston into you, his hand gripping your hip with a bruising pressure as he fucked you like you were an object.

the feeling made you see stars, crying out with a slack jaw. for a moment, you were in another world instead of on the classroom floor. your scalp ached but the pain sent fizzles of pleasure flying down your spine; the way his heavy balls slapped against your clit with each thrust had you clenching down around him.

whitney had the gall to breathe out a laugh as you gurgled on your own drool and tears, sobbing on his cock and drooling for more. “i know you fuckin’ missed being treated like a cocksleeve, huh? missed having this cock shoved down your throat? missed it in this tight little pussy? yeah? bet you couldn’t even cum on your own without me to help you, so fuckin’ needy and pathetic.”

he let out his own little moans as he tugged on your hair to get a better look at your fucked out expression, and the look on your dazed face made his cock jump inside of you. it spurred him on to fuck you harder as you moaned for him, your juices making a mess of the front of his slacks.

“whit- please, missed you- missed your cock, need to cum, wanna cum, please-”

“oh, you need to cum? poor thing.” he laughed down at you as his free hand came down hard on your ass, making you cry out from the sudden pain. you shook; you felt like you were teetering on the edge as his leaky tip pounded that spongy spot inside of you.

“gonna cum? gonna cream all on this dick that you missed so much? say it. say it again.”

“yes! yes, wanna cum on your cock, missed you, missed it, please let me cum-”

“fine, slut. make a mess of this fuckin’ cock, then.” he growled as he spanked you again and gripped the flesh of your ass.

you felt like you ascended into heaven for a brief moment, flashes of white sparking behind your eyes as your body jerked and pulled taut. you came, hard, your body spasming and jerking underneath where he was keeping you pressed to the floor.

he moaned against your back as he felt you tighten and spasm around his cock, a frothy ring of white forming at the base as he continued to bully his way deeper into your cunt.

“that’s it, your pussy just missed me so much, bet nothin’ satisfied her like this.” he grumbled through his teeth before huffing out little ah, ah, ah’s until finally he jerked his hips a bit sloppier, and then he was cumming deep inside your cunt, barely moving so he could fuck it deeper into you.

his forehead dropped against your shoulder blades as you both recovered, his hot breaths fanning out over your neck. you whimpered when he finally lifted away from you and pulled out, his cum dripping down your thighs.

he grunted as he got to his feet and tucked himself away, brushing his sweaty fringe away from his forehead as he looked down at your trembling form.

“don’t you ever leave like that again, understood?”

you nodded vaguely, lip trembling before curling up into a smile. ��i missed you.”whitney squinted down at you before turning his head away and tossing you some tissues from his back pocket. i missed you too, slut.

#whitney the bully #whitney the bully x reader #dol whitney #dol whitney x reader #whitney x reader #degrees of lewdity x reader #dol x reader #⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ whitney the bully

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propertyofwhitney67 · 20 days

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Are you mad? No, I'm scared shitless.

M!Whitney x AFAB!Reader

Words: 896

TW: Pregnancy

Note: I don't know how to feel about this one...

I stared down at the test and two red lines stared back at me. I’m pregnant and it’s Whitney’s.

The bathroom door opening and chatting broke me from my trance. I quickly tossed the test in the trash and left the stall. I shook as I washed my hands, my mind was running wild. What am I going to do? How is he going to react?

I walked into math class and quietly took my seat. I dropped my head to my desk and desperately tried to calm myself down. It felt like ages before the bell rang and Whitney walked into class, taking his seat beside me.

I anxiously bounced my leg and tried to focus on River speaking, but it was no use. I couldn’t focus on anything besides my rapidly beating heart. Whitney seemed to notice my anxiety and gave me his hand to play with. It helped a little. Thankfully class went by quickly, River ignored me and Whitney for the most part.

When the bell rang I quickly got out of my seat, almost forgetting my bag and leaving the classroom. I didn’t bother going to English class, I didn’t want to have to deal with Kylar. I hid away in the bathroom and didn’t come out till school was over.

I went to the locker room and changed into my normal clothes then went searching for Whitney. I have to tell him, he deserves that much. I found him outside the school talking with his friends. I made my way over and tugged at his arm, “Whitney…”

He looked down at me irritated, “What do you want, slut?”

I looked at him pleadingly, “Can we talk, over here.” I gestured to an area away from everyone else.

“What? You’ve never been shy about fucking me in public before.” He joked and pulled his arm away.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself and not break down then and there. “Please, Whitney. It’s important.”

He rolled his eyes but agreed, walking away with me. “What is it?”

“I’m pregnant.” I answered shakily, trying to hold back tears. ”And before you ask, it’s yours.” I kept my head down, afraid to see his reaction.

He was quiet, unusually quiet, and it scared me. I wrapped my arms around myself as I let the tears finally fall. “How long?”

My head shot up in confusion, “What?”

“I said how long? How long have you known?” He repeated himself forcefully as if he was holding back his emotions.

I shook my head in confusion, “This morning, I took a test in the bathroom.”

He took a deep breath and dug the palms of his hands into his eyes, “Fuck…” He went quiet again, thinking hard about something. I fidgeted where I stood, waiting for him to say something, to get mad and yell, tell me to fuck off, anything. Anything would be better than the silence.

After what felt like forever but was only a few minutes he uncovered his face and took me by the arm, dragging me with him. “Wha-”

“Shut up.” There was no arguing with him as he dragged me to his house and into his room.

I dropped my bag on the floor and sat on his bed. He began to pace the floor of his room. After a few minutes I asked him, “Are you mad?”

This seemed to break him out of his thoughts as he stopped pacing, “What?” He took a seat beside me, “No, I’m not mad…I’m scared shitless.” I snorted a laugh at his confession. I was scared too but I found it funny how he could still act like himself despite the situation.

“What are we gonna do?” I asked, suddenly feeling tired. My emotions drained all my energy.

He kissed the top of my head, “The best we can.” I kicked off my shoes, crawling up his bed and laying down where Whitney quickly joined me, resting his head on the pillow next to me.

I started playing with his hair, “How are we gonna get out of here…?”

“I have a plan.”

I looked down at him and asked in a joking manner, “You, a plan?” This was not a time to be joking but I found it funny that he, of all people, had a plan.

Whitney sighed, “Yes, I do. I know it’s hard for a slut like you to listen, so pay attention. Do you remember how you helped me study for those tests?” I nodded, “They were for college and I got accepted…I didn’t want to tell you unless I got in, and well I did.”

“How?” I asked baffled that he, Whitney the school bully, was accepted into college.

He looked up at me with a smirk, “What? Am I not smart enough for college?”

I rolled my eyes, “No…I’m just surprised. What does that have to do with this though?”

He rubbed my stomach, “I’m taking you with me, I think it’s the best chance to get us out of here.” He’s right, it is. It might be the only way for us to get out of here.

“Promise you won’t just leave me behind?” I asked, scared he’d leave me here alone and pregnant.

He took my hand and kissed it, “I promise slut, I’m not leaving you or our baby behind.”

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘒𝘰-𝘍𝘪

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snnrinc · 1 year

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Made for Sin

Minors DNI

• Pairing: Corrupt!M!Sydney x F!Reader

• Excerpt: His eyes were now focused on you and on every expression that you were making, on the way your muscles tensed, how your chest was bouncing in time with his thrusts. His hair had started to fall onto his face and his brows were furrowed in concentration. He looked so fucking hot when he was like this, ready to devour you, watching intently as your back arched off the bed when he hit a particularly nice spot. The way the twilight sun hit your curves had him under a spell, tracing the outline of your body with his eyes before one of his hands followed the same trail, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"My love," he growled. "You have a body made for sin."

• Warnings: NSFW, overstimulation, creampie, oral (f receiving), slight dubcon. But let's be honest, this is DoL we're talking about, what ISN'T a warning?

• Word count: 5.9k

Voices rumbled amidst the large hall, an amalgam of words that fused into each other only to become meaningless, background noise. People shuffled from their seats as the service finished, approaching the exit of the hall while chatting amongst themselves, leaving only a few people to remain seated in the pews, some with their hands clasped together in silent prayer, others simply basking in the silence of the holy temple.

Seated somewhere near the front seats was a young man, fingers intertwined and pressed against his lips, eyes closed in concentration. He was thankful once the commotion died down, hoping to finally be able to focus more on his prayer, but he soon realised that his thoughts were running too wild and simple silence was not enough to bring him peace. On the contrary, the more he kept his eyes closed, the louder his mind got. The more he tried to concentrate on his prayer, the more his thoughts unconsciously morphed into the image of a beautiful person.

The image of you.

Sydney opened his eyes and sighed in frustration. He moved to rest his chin on his clasped hands, opting to distract himself for a while by looking at the various portraits of saints that were decorating the wall in front of him. The paintings were beautiful, golden hand-crafted wood framing them and giving them a regal, almost ethereal look. Normally, he would stare at such brilliance and feel peace and purity radiate from them and settling deep into his soul, soothing his pain and sorrows. But now, a simple glance left him feel cold, disinterested. Disconnected.

Was it because of you?

Was it you that took the place of the holy images, of the promises of salvation, of all-powerful idols that could tame and purge all that is wrong in the world? Was it you that settled in his heart oh-so-delicately, that now the only idol he could think could bring him peace and salvation, the only idol he could get down on his knees and worship, was you?

Was it you that overtook his mind and stripped him of any sort of dignity or shame he had left, baring all the primal instincts that had been buried so deep inside in a dark corner of his mind?

Oh, but he couldn't care less. Not when he got to be buried so deep inside of-

Sydney let out another sigh at his intrusive thought. This was getting ridiculous. You were the only thing he could think about. You and the things he would do for you, with you, to you.

He couldn't understand why you had such power over him, and frankly, he wasn't sure he needed to understand. But you existing in his life, by his side, shook him to the core in a way he did not know how to manage, his emotions swirling in his mind until he could not tell them apart from each other. He was in love, that was for sure. His heart fluttered whenever you brushed your hand against his, he melted on the spot whenever you planted a small, innocent kiss on his cheek or forehead. And seeing you smile at him, hearing you laugh at one of his jokes, sent him to cloud nine, making him feel like everything was right in the world when you were together.

But... his heart was not the only one affected. In his mind he would always envision you during these sweet moments, under him, your hand grasping his and holding onto it tight as you writhed beneath him, chanting an almost delirious chain of 'I love you, I love you, I love you', bodies tangled and so lost into each other that he didn't know where he ended and you began, as he claimed you as his beloved again, and again, and again. And you always looked so beautiful, warm, like the sun was caressing his skin with every touch of your fingers, like flower petals dragged over his most sensitive spots whenever you kissed him, like you and him were the only people to exist in the world.

He could no longer tell love and lust apart. Was this even lust? Was it adoration? Was it wrong for him to feel so strongly for you, so much so that you were more important to him than his vows?

Sydney let his hands fall into his lap, taking in a shaky breath to try to calm down his racing thoughts and pounding heart. He could feel the start of a headache pulsating painfully as he brought his fingers to his temples to massage them, allowing himself a moment of quiet before his thoughts slipped again.

Why did it even matter that his vows were broken? You did this to him. And he wouldn't have it any other way. He was happy to finally not be a sheltered, innocent little boy anymore. You showed him how beautiful sin could be, how good it could feel, but you also showed him how ugly the reality of the world was. The lives you two led were vastly different, and for a second Sydney allowed himself to shoot an angry, flaming look at the paintings in front of him, almost as if admonishing the Heavens for putting you through all the pain and suffering you had to endure. He almost couldn't believe himself, but at that moment he felt that all his prayers and desperate pleas for salvation were falling on deaf ears.

But you always heard him.

And he was glad to return the favour, always happy to let you use him when you reached your breaking point, always willing to welcome you in his arms and keep you safe, away from anything and anyone who may cause you harm. His heart was breaking every time you'd reach out with a shaky hand, your tearful eyes staring into his own, desperate, pleading, silently asking him why? Why you? Why always you?

The image made his heart clench, his eyes closing and brows furrowing before a gentle touch on his shoulder made his eyes snap open again. He looked to his side wide-eyed, almost as if he was scared he was saying his innermost thoughts out loud, but his expression quickly softened when he saw your smiling face next to him, giving him a little wave and a gentle 'hi'.

He smiled softly. "My love."

He scooted over to make space for you to sit down. Once you settled in your place, Sydney took your hand in his and kissed your cheek, smiling wide at your loving expression.

"I missed you," he said, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You giggled. "So soon? But we're already spending most of our time together at school. We see each other so often!"

"If I don't spend every moment with you, it's not nearly often enough."

You felt your cheeks warm up as he brought your hand to his lips, pressing them against your knuckles softly while staring deeply into your eyes. At the intensity of his gaze, your eyes shifted away for a split second before returning to his, earning a knowing smirk from your boyfriend. Fuelled by your reaction, he tugged your hand a bit higher so his lips had more access, leaving a trail of kisses up your forearm, his other hand gently grasping your upper arm so he could pull you closer. Just as he reached your inner elbow, he was stopped by your louder than intended exclamation:

"I brought food!"

Gasping at the realisation of your volume, you looked around to see if anyone noticed and sighed in relief when you saw the other churchgoers focused on their prayers. You looked back at Sydney who was now just affectionately rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, looking at you with a soft expression. It was only now that he noticed you brought a bag with you.

"I brought food," you repeated, quieter this time. "I know you've been working really hard and I'm willing to bet you haven't eaten anything today."

A sheepish smile crept on his face. "Please don't be too mad at me, love."

Your shoulders slumped in disappointment and you gave him a stern look. "Sydney!" you clicked your tongue. "I told you you need to take care of yourself more! At this rate, you'll pass out in the middle of the temple at any moment."

Sydney let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer and burying his face into your neck. "I know, darling, I'm sorry for making you worry. I promise I'll be good and eat what you brought for me."

"Yeah right," you scoffed. "Just like you did yesterday, when you said you'd eat the homemade pie I made for you just so I could find it today, in the same place, with only one bite taken out of it?"

Sydney squeezed you a little tighter in an attempt to make you soften and stop your scolding.

"Or like on Monday, when I brought you some sandwiches and you said you'll keep them for later only to forget about them," you continued. "I found them in your drawer at the library counter. Mouldy."

You crossed your arms over your chest and moved to look at Sydney. He looked up at you with doe eyes and pouted, detaching himself from you and twiddling his fingers.

You raised an eyebrow at him, expectantly. He sighed in defeat.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, okay? Please stop looking so mad," he reached out and grasped your hand. "I promise I'll eat whatever you prepared this time. Just give me the bag and I'll-"

"Oh, no, not today," you pulled your hand out from his and stood up, gathering your stuff and the bag with Sydney's food in the process. "Today we'll eat together. It seems there's no other way to convince you to eat more than just the amount needed to stay alive than to feed you myself."

Your words stirred something in him. He looked up at you teasingly as his lips stretched into a smirk.

"Oh, so that was your plan all along, huh? Not just because you care about me?" he chuckled when you snapped your attention to him, furrowing your brows.

"Don't get cocky, love. I'm still mad at you."

With a chuckle, he stood up and grabbed your hand. He offered to carry the bag for you before leading you outside of the hall.

Your giggles resonated in the kitchen when Sydney kept tickling your shoulder with his hair as he kissed your neck.

"Stop it!" your tone meant to be serious, but you couldn't force the smile off your face. He giggled as you almost dropped the ingredients you were setting up from squirming so much. "Sydney, come on!"

"I'm sorry, I just can't resist kissing you."

As he let go of you, you turned around to smile at him sweetly. Your eyes admired his golden ones for a few moments before travelling down to his white shirt, the first three buttons open and allowing a glimpse of the chain of his holy pendant.

"You should change your shirt if you want to help," you said, turning your attention to preparing the ingredients once more. "It'll get dirty."

"Oh? Should I take it off then?"

"I'm just saying it's a nice shirt. I don't want to ruin it."

"I do," you threw him a look and he giggled. "I'll take care of laundry then. I'll give you some spare clothes."

"Oh, you don't have to, really! I'll just go home and wash them."

"Oh..."

At the sound of his disappointed tone, you looked over your shoulder to see him leaning on the table, his stance deflated. You saw his bottom lip come out slightly in a pout.

You turned towards him. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing, I was just..." he looked back at you. "I was hoping you could spend the night."

His doe eyes brought a warm smile to your face. You wiped your hands on a towel and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pecking his nose. Your actions made him smile and hug you close to him. Leaning forward, you pecked his nose again, before planting a quick kiss over his lips and moving to look at him. His expression suddenly changed, half-lidded, hazy eyes looking at you as if in a trance. You could feel it, too - the way the air around got thicker and you had to let out heavy breaths, lest you suffocate. One of his hands moved up to remove his glasses and place them somewhere on the table behind him, his other hand reaching up to rest on the side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheek before he leaned in, placing his lips on yours in a passionate kiss. You didn't hesitate to respond, pressing yourself against his body and parting your lips out of habit, demanding more of him.

He was more than happy to deliver.

Sliding his tongue past your burning lips, the hand that was caressing you moved to the back of your head, grasping your hair and pulling softly to get better access to your mouth. You moved in unison, your hands moving up and down his back before one of them settled in his hair. His other hand slid down your side to grasp your ass, earning a soft moan in return. Fuelled by the sounds you made, he pushed forward, making your back hit the edge of the counter on which you were working a few minutes ago. You felt his hands leave you for a second to find purchase on the back of your thighs, hiking you onto the counter. You suddenly remembered what you were there for.

"Mmh, Syd-" you tried to speak, but his lips wouldn't let you. "Syd, we-" kiss, "we were..." kiss, "we're supposed to-" kiss, "be cooking..." kiss.

"Later."

"No," you gently placed your hands on his chest and pushed him enough to get his attention. "You've already had nothing to eat today. You promised."

Seeing your frowning face made him detach himself from you, leaving only his hands to hold onto your thighs. You could see his apologetic expression and you didn't want him to feel bad, so instead you pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek sweetly. He took advantage of your closeness to hold onto you tight.

"Please..." he whispered against your ear. "I missed you."

His needy voice made you shudder. You'd be lying if you said that hours upon hours of gentle kisses, fleeting touches and stolen glances at each other didn't rile you up to the point that everything the man in front of you was doing or saying was sending electricity throughout your veins, right down to your core. With how desperately he was clinging to you and how fast his heart was beating, he must've been starving, the poor sweetheart, starving for your touch, your attention, for your soft voice whispering to him, for your love. He was starving for you. And how could you deny him when you were there to take care of him in the first place?

A shaky sigh found its way out of your throat when you opened your mouth to speak. "Sydney..."

"Fuck-"

Before either of you could say anything else, his lips were on you again, hands undoing your apron and pulling at your clothes, grasping and caressing any part of you that he could reach. You unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it over his shoulders, urging him to discard it to the ground as you ran your hands over his arms and chest. A moan vibrated in his throat at the feeling of your palms on his bare skin and your hot body pressed into his, the sound pouring over into you and filling your lungs until you were drowning in him. You never thought loving someone could feel this intense.

As much as you loved making out with Sydney on every surface available, you knew that sooner or later the counter would get uncomfortable, and you didn't want your time in heaven to end so soon because of such inconvenience. So you gently buried your fingers in Sydney's hair, pulling him away slightly to finally catch your breath and his attention.

"Sydney, take me to bed. Now."

Nodding quickly, the man made sure your legs were tightly locked around his waist before he grabbed your ass and lifted you from the counter, blindly walking towards his bedroom as his lips found yours again in a heated kiss. Reaching his room, Sydney turned to face the opposite way and kicked the door he left ajar fully open, walking backwards into his room to make sure it doesn't swing shut and hurt you. He had half a mind to leave the door as it is and just take you as soon as possible, but eventually made sure to close it and lock it quickly, just in case Sirris would come home early. As he took a few more hurried steps into his room, one of his arms slid up your back to rest on the nape of your neck, giving you one last kiss before carefully lowering you on the bed as if you were a treasure he was scared to break. Once you were comfortably settled, Sydney hovered over you, watching, scanning over your entire body, the way you were sprawled out on his bed, looking up at him with such lustful eyes. His scrutinising gaze made you feel as if you already were completely bare in front of him, completely at his mercy.

"Syd," under the pressure, you broke the silence, his eyes shifting to yours. His stare was intense, focused, and the corner of his lip lifted in a smirk.

"Finally, I have you all to myself," his hands found their way to your sides, rubbing up and down. "You look so good in my bed, darling."

You whined at his words and he let out a shaky breath at the sound. His hands found their way under your shirt, lifting it up to reveal your plain bra. You sat up, helping him fully remove your top and bra, leaving your upper half bare for him to see. Under his fiery gaze, you almost felt the urge to cover yourself out of embarrassment , but you had no time to even think about it before his hands were on you, pushing you back onto the bed and burying his face into your soft flesh. His mouth found one of your nipples and his tongue circled it, licking, sucking, biting as his hand was on your other breast.

With a moan, your hands found purchase in his hair and back. You could feel the hot skin of his chest pressed against your abdomen and the closeness was driving you mad. You felt his tongue give you one last lick before he moved his mouth under your breast, biting softly on the flesh and leaving a mark.

Your legs moved up, thighs pressing to the sides of his waist as he looked up at you with hungry eyes. He pressed his tongue near the top of your stomach and dragged it upwards, stopping between your breasts and watching as you bit your lip and tried not to whine at the feeling. He smiled and chuckled at the sight, leaning forward to capture your lips into a passionate kiss.

His body was pressed flush against yours, hands moving up and down your abdomen and chest, grazing your nipples and grabbing at the softness of your flesh. It was driving him wild, feeling your hot skin stuck to his, a thin layer of sweat already adorning your body. He could feel your moans vibrating against his lips and chest, and he didn't think he could get any harder, but he already felt like he would burst any second. And yet, he needed more.

One of his hands failed to return upwards as he was caressing you, instead dipping beneath the fabric of your trousers, pulling them down along with your panties in a firm and swift movement. You felt his lower half raise slightly from you, your hips following his movement to allow him to remove the garments entirely, before he threw them on the ground carelessly and grabbed hold of your thighs, spreading your legs and lowering his body on you once more. The entire time, his lips refused to leave yours, moving passionately against your mouth, pouring his love into you.

You felt his hand slowly slither lower, fingers finally touching your core, making you yelp from the sudden feeling and dig your nails into his shoulder. His fingers slowly started rubbing circles on your clit for a brief moment, before he dipped his hand lower to run them against your soaking entrance, lubricating them and slowly dragging them back up teasingly. You mewled as he started applying pressure again, his mouth moving to your neck to nip and suck on your skin. Your body felt like it caught fire as his fingers worked you up the way he knew you liked. Your breathing erratic, you let out soft moans shamelessly into his ear, and you could feel his chest reverberating against you with his own groans echoing yours. Moving his hand lower to drag it across your entire core, you let out a particularly loud moan before you pressed your mouth into his shoulder to cover up any other sounds.

He chuckled, a smile pressing against your neck. "Did you like that, darling? Hm?" you felt his teeth graze your skin softly, sending a shiver through your body. You let out a shaky curse. "Fuck, you're driving me crazy... I love hearing you moan for me like that."

You felt his fingers move once again, rubbing against your entrance as his mouth continued to kiss and suck on your skin. Sydney's mouth moved to your shoulder, then your collarbone, then slowly dipped lower towards your breasts.

"I wonder," he spoke between kisses, "what other sounds can your body make?"

You could feel his smile pressed against your skin as he pushed a finger inside, relishing in the lewd sounds of your moans and your soaking heat. Giving you a few pumps, he pushed another finger in before he started fucking you, occasionally flexing his fingers to touch your sweet spot.

You let go of your last shred of shame, moving your hips in time with his hand, chasing your release as his lips moved across your neck. Pressing your mouth on his shoulder, you started to kiss upwards towards his ear before you gently bit his earlobe and moaned at his shiver. Goosebumps spread across his skin and that was enough for him to push another finger into your heat and fuck you with renewed vigor, rubbing his thumb on your clit. You were practically dripping, and he loved the wet, sloppy sounds that your sex was making from him toying with you. He loved having such an effect on you.

With a gasp and quickly getting closer to your release, you managed to snake your hand in between your bodies and past the band of his pants to grab his length and pump it. Breathing quickened, you felt your muscles tense before the coil in your stomach snapped, your walls clenching around his fingers and your hand pulling at his soft strands of hair, the other absentmindedly rubbing the head of his cock.

"Fu-uck!" his hips sputtered and he let out a high pitch moan. "N-not yet."

As you were coming down from your high, you looked up at him with a hazy vision. He retreated his hand from your heat in favour of ridding himself of the rest of his clothes, then grabbing the back of your thighs and pushing them towards your chest, standing up so he could look at the mess he made out of you with eyes that were almost glowing.

You couldn't help but stare. The soft rays from the setting sun were hitting the side of his face and almost making him look like he was donning a halo. His eyes looked like pools of honey and his bare chest was rising up and down, glowing from the sweat beads adorning his skin. As disgusting as you would've thought it would sound - had you not been high on lust - in that moment, you felt the inherent need to have your tongue on his skin, if only to feel his pulse quicken and the shivers of his flesh in time with his moans.

When you looked back at his eyes, you could see him gaze at you with the same unbridled hunger. You felt the tip of his shaft rub against your slit and his eyes started to lose focus. Slowly, he pushed forward into your heat, eyes rolling to the back of his head as both of you let out sinful sounds from the way his sex was stretching you oh-so-deliciously.

It wasn't long before he set a steady pace, snapping his hips toward you to reach deep within your walls so you could feel him fully. Your hands grasped at whatever you could find - bedsheets, your chest, his waist, his forearms, and when you looked up at him you saw his gaze changed again.

You knew you were in trouble.

His eyes were now focused on you and on every expression that you were making, on the way your muscles tensed, how your chest was bouncing in time with his thrusts. His hair had started to fall onto his face and his brows were furrowed in concentration. He looked so fucking hot when he was like this, ready to devour you, watching intently as your back arched off the bed when he hit a particularly nice spot. The way the twilight sun hit your curves had him under a spell, tracing the outline of your body with his eyes before one of his hands followed the same trail, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"My love," he growled. "You have a body made for sin."

You moaned at his remark and he smirked, lifting one of your legs up so he could reach even deeper within you and rub continuously at the spot that was sending wave after wave of shivers down your body. And fuck- the way his abs flexed as he was pounding into you, the way his hands gripped the meat of your hips so hard it was leaving marks to help you meet his thrusts, the way his holy pendant was swinging and hitting his chest as he was fucking you relentlessly, it was overwhelming in the most carnal way and you loved it. Your eyes focused on his pendant for a second longer, a symbol of purity on a backdrop of sin, and you had no idea why it only served to turn you on more.

"So good~" you moaned as your back arched once again. " 'M close, ah! Sydney!"

"Yeah?" his voice was raspy and breathless. "You gonna cum for me, beloved? Oh, yes, please, please give yourself to me!" His thrusts started becoming hastier in an attempt to chase both of your climaxes. His voice was choked and his breathing was becoming more and more erratic, it was like music to your ears. "I want you, I love you! Cum for me, cum on my cock like the good girl that you are."

And then you felt it again, a sudden surge throughout your body as your leg that was not on his shoulder and your hands were fighting to keep him inside you. Your walls clenched around his length and he let out a choked cry, hips stumbling before you felt him fill you up with a few more deep pumps. His body fell on top of you, completely spent, and you felt his hand grasp yours and interlace your fingers.

You were suddenly overcome by a small fit of giggles and he looked up at you from your shoulder, smiling at your beaming face, your eyes closed in bliss.

"That felt good?" he asked.

"Mhmmm."

You snuggled your face in his cheek for a second, giving him sweet pecks, before he turned and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. You hummed in pleasure and let your arm fall around his neck, keeping him close to you and feeling your sore body beginning to relax.

You felt his kisses trail down the column of your neck and on your chest. When you felt him grab your thighs and parting them your eyes snapped open.

"W-wait, Sydney! What are you doing?"

He didn't answer, instead looking at your quivering core and how his cum dripped out of you, down your ass and staining the sheets beneath you. You saw his tongue dart out to wet his lips and you recognised that look.

Now you really were in trouble.

You remembered that day in the temple when he had claimed you as his lover and given himself to you in return. You remembered the ravenous look in his eyes and the smog that turned him wild with lust. This time, you were in the comfort of his bedroom, nowhere near that sacred prayer room, and yet he was gripping your flesh with the same determination and hunger as when you first defiled him.

Lowering his body on the bed, his cock brushed against your leg and you realised he was still hard. You scrambled to push yourself up into a sitting position, stuttering out useless pleads for him to let you rest a bit, one hand on his shoulder to push him away from between your legs. You felt your tired muscles shake and goosebumps overtake your skin when he looked up at you from under his lashes, a wicked smile spreading on his beautiful lips before his arms pulled your body towards him roughly, forcing you to fall back onto the bed.

"I don't think you understand, lover," he spoke, tone dangerously laced with honey. "I'm not done with you yet. And I won't be until I make sure you're thoroughly fucked into this mattress and forget how to even speak."

His arms were holding your legs locked across his shoulders, one arm spread across your stomach, effectively holding you in place and leaving no chance of escape. You tried to close your thighs on his head and pull on his hair, hoping the pressure and pain will push him away, but it only earned you a lewd moan from the man before he chuckled darkly.

"You really think that's gonna stop me?" he gave your clit a kiss and you gasped at the sensation. "No chance, lover. So go ahead, be as rough as you need to be, take anything you want from me and fucking use me."

You let out a choked moan when his tongue dragged over your overstimulated folds, his hands kneading your thighs and keeping you from pulling away. It was futile to fight it and you knew it, mind and body torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. His tongue lapping and sucking at your core had you seeing stars, his groans vibrating on your sex and before you knew it, it felt like the entire world was spinning. Your jumbled thoughts could not be put into words, and anything coming out of your mouth were either sinful moans or praise and pleads, an incoherent string of "fuck, Syd, please, 's too much!" and "there, yes, oh fuck, right there, so good!"

Sydney was just as far gone as you were, drinking in all the sounds that you were making and lapping at the mess that you both made, a sense of pride swelling in his chest knowing how he was the only one who could do this to you. The only one who could defile you and who could be defiled by you. He loved you. He needed you. He needed more.

His tongue circled your entrance a few times before plunging in you, his thumb from the hand he had spread on your stomach lowering to rub your clit and you let out a sob from the overwhelming feeling. The way his arm was holding your hips down made it impossible for you to thrash around, sweat dripping down your body and breathing laboured.

Before you knew it, you came with a shout of his name and pulled at his hair. He moaned, but refused to stop, and from the way the shivers kept cascading down your body and your muscles ached, you felt like you were about to pass out. You were now a puddle in his hands, speaking in tongues, and you had no more power in your arms to fight, only to pull at his strands mindlessly.

He reached out with his other hand, groaning like man drunk on lust, and replaced his tongue with his fingers, his mouth now on your clit as his hips snapped against the mattress searching for relief. You couldn't even tell if you just came again or if you had a prolonged orgasm, brain mush and body ablaze with heat. The world was melting and the only thing you felt was your lover leaving his mark on your body with his.

You were radiating, and he was drinking you in like you were an oasis in the middle of the desert, basking in your light, your sounds, your smell, your heat. Soon, his hips started slowing down as he spilled his load on the bedsheets, the flame within his body only now relenting and allowing him to take a deep breath and relax his tense muscles.

Using his last bits of energy, he slowly detached himself from you and pushed himself up towards you, falling into the comfort of his pillows. Sydney took a mental note to change his bedding as soon as he regained his strength, but when he glanced up at you, his brain stopped functioning again. Your eyes were closed, swollen lips parted slightly as you caught your breath, your eyelashes gently brushing against your blushing cheeks as a few strands of hair fell down your face.

He thought you looked gorgeous.

Sydney reached out, gently brushing your messy hair behind your ear before he snaked his arms around you and pulled you to his chest. He placed a kiss on the top of your head, murmuring sweet words of praise and love. His fingers started massaging your scalp and you melted in his embrace, welcoming his touch once again.

Sydney worshipped you. You were the light of his life, the idol he venerated, the only one who could put his heart in a chokehold, and with you snuggled in his arms, safe and sound, he knew what true happiness meant. True salvation, devoid of the teachings of the temple. And as he held you close to his heart, he realised something.

His God was dead. You killed Him. And with no one else left to save you two, he'd make sure you save each other.

#degrees of lewdity #sydney smut #sydney the fallen #sydney the faithful #degrees of lewdity x reader #dol x reader #sydney x reader #dol smut #dol sydney

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bunnyhatty · 2 months

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jealousy jealousy

m!sydney × you!

omg hey 😭😭 i've finally escaped my writer's block and wrote a proper fic. noone panic !!!!! but anyway im alive, i constantly think abt this blog and feel guilty bc i wanna keep posting but idk what to write 😭 my friend finally gave me an idea and i pumped this out at 1 30 am (so dont let me know abt grammar or spelling errors /j)‼️‼️🙏 enjoy. (or else)

sydney, for the entirety of his 18 years on earth, had never once felt envy. jealous perhaps, like kylar's jet black hair making him feel conflicted about his light hair that brother jordan praised him for.

but envious? he's never had to deal with such a hateful emotion before. not until now. now as in he's watching you laugh, with warmth spreading through your cheeks, your hand on robin's arm to steady yourself lest you fall off the seat.

he stabs his food a little loudly, thankfully drowned out by chatter, even if he received a few weirded out glances.

why didn't you eat with him today? you had an unfinished conversation you started earlier this morning, only to leave him unoccupied and alone. even kylar shot him a somewhat concerned glance throughout this whole ordeal. that made him a little upset, just a little.

after that he heads to class, does library work (which you didn't come by after, were you walking home with robin?) then he prayed for about an hour or two, did some chores and finally, he's back home.

on his bed, replaying that scene of you laughing divinely. an exact copy of angels from the preaching brother jordan told him about. touching his hair that you helped him dye on a school night at his bathroom. (suppose he could've gotten it professionally done like he always did, but you bought the wrong color accidentally and so you ask if you could retouch his roots for him. like he's ever refuse anything from you.)

he groaned against his pillow, then began tossing and turning. before finally going to bed.

then he's forgotten all about it the next day when you sit by him. on him actually, with your leg over his, shoulders bumping as you chew and talk at the same time. his hair messily framing your shoulder and overlapping on your face. and he thinks this is how it should be, all day, every day.

#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ six's writings #x reader #x gn!reader #robin the orphan #kylar the loner #sydney the fallen #sydney the faithful #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity x reader #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ six's dol writings

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coldtacoshark · 5 months

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Whitney with a fat!PC

a/n(?): um hello, i dont really write but i love whitney. im fat, my pc is fat and these are just some thoughts about it? like how whitney would react to a fat pc i guess. both whitney and pc are gender neutral. more under read more!!!

໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ `

They would be groping you even more. Pretty but rough hands melting into your softness. Hearing them sigh softly, biting their pretty little tongue a bit. Those damn hands constantly on your thighs or chest, fondling like no tomorrow. They own you after all, now be a good little bitch and shut the fuck up as they unbutton your school shirt and grope you for the whole maths lesson.

You’re getting fucked against a wall, your back facing them? They’re groping and squishing your belly and thighs, muttering something about how you’re such a good, soft little slut to fuck. Made just for them, your soft skin and plush body, begging to be fucked like a whore. Loves cupping your face and digging their pretty nails into your puffy cheeks, bonus points if you’re crying and hiccuping because of their fucking, turning into a dumb, soft, ruined little thing.

Doesn’t get it when you bitch and moan about how your body looks and the things little nobodies of this fucked town say about it. They like it, they fuck it, why do you fucking care what other people think? Fine, they’ll fuck you in the middle of the street so all of those ungrateful bitches and bastards who’ll never get to touch an inch of your— no their body can stare in awe as they make the town’s gorgeous little slut bounce on their cock/strap. Now will you stop bitching and wear the fucking lingerie they got for you?

Oh if you get the cow transformation on top of that? Whitney turns into a fucking slut. They’d never admit it, openly anyways, but seeing your plush, fat body leaking milk when they have you whining on their fingers in some abandoned alley… Yeah, they have masturbated to that image of you and came 3 times in a row, in 10 minutes. What about it you fucking cunt? You better be grateful.

Whitney is anything but daft, they know the looks people give, the shit they talk, so they make sure to know they fucking love that body of yours in their own ways.

Like when you’re concentrating on whatever the fuck that old hag is spewing, they just draw circles on your sides. You giggle quietly and tell them that it tickles and fuck, you’re so cute. You’re so cute it hurts. Yet all they can manage is a ‘shut up.’ as they cover their blush with their hands and face the other direction. Fuck you, you’re too cute for your own good.

#dol whitney #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity whitney #whitney the bully #dol whitney x reader #whitney x reader #dol x reader #degrees of lewdity x reader

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mirangel · 4 months

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OK HI i remembered what i wanted my kylar rq to be so :3

i was thinking him and pc could be on a date and kylar drugs them, brings them home, and noncons them :3 (maybe have it implied he got the drugs from harper if u wanna hehe)

other than thaat umn could u make him overly touchy? like groping lots, pressing himself close to pc etc :3

but ok ty in advance mwah mwah

kylar dark nsfw drabble 1

cw: noncon, drugging, dry sex, creampie, m!kylar, gn!reader

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

kylar is so fucking giddy it’s unreal, his hands are shaking as he holds you close, practically drooling all over your neck as he leaves a few hickies, a few reminders of him for the weeks to come. he doesn’t wait for you to wake up, he’s too excited to wait. it’s just a loss he’ll have to take.

his breath becomes labored at the mere sight of your sleeping form, his pants becoming unbearably tight as he lowers them to fish out his cock, jerking himself off while he strips you of your clothes. fuck, he could cum prematurely just from your body alone. in his inexperience, he fucks you dry, focusing on how tight your body is as he wraps his arms around your body, groping at any crevice and curve he could get his hands on.

he’s sick, he knows he is. but his eyes roll back at the sensation of your tight hole wrapped around his cock, burying his face into the crook of your neck to inhale your scent as his hips eventually stutter and still, cumming deep inside you. but kylar doesn’t pull away from you, rather groping at your chest, your ass and your thighs with a fervent need as if he would die if he wasn’t touching you in any capacity. perhaps dr. harper would be willing to teach him hypnosis next.

second dol drabble of the ranverse!!! im gonna get so much hate for literally breathing near dol but IDGAF!!!

#⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ starry scribe ✧#⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ moon’s companions ✧: drool #⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ fading fantasy ✧#dol x reader #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity x reader #dol kylar #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar the loner #kylar x reader #tw: noncon #cw: noncon

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ssaeri · 1 month

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your god won't hear you

☆ tags: m!sydney x gn!reader, just a little fallen!sydney, slightly corrupted!sydney, he’s still strawberry blond because I don't want to dye his hair, it's that temple scene where he gets protective of you, I cut out the good night scene because I got lazy, SFW, but the game itself is 18+ so might be suggestive due to the nature of the game, ft. f!jordan, ft. m!sirris ☆

The temple is quiet at night.

During the day, there is always movement: supplies to be transported, shrubs to be cleared, sheets to be washed. But once the sun slips in the sky, a sigh of silence settles over the space, and one by one, robed figures roam along the perimeter, leaving flickering candles in their wake. Sometimes, you sought solace in the embrace of the holy, letting the murmured prayers wash over your frayed nerves like a soothing balm; other times, you skirted around the edges of the temple, the weight of sin heavy on your skin.

Today is an instance of the former. You get to the corner of Wolf Street when the warning bells start tolling, signaling ten minutes before the start of the evening service, and you watch as temple members rush to complete their chores. For once, you're not among them. One lithe initiate pulls sun-dried habits from the laundry line, rolls them into a pile, and stuffs them into her basket in a rush. The head nun of housekeeping is not going to appreciate the unnecessary wrinkles; you've earned her ire enough times to know that ironing out every individual crease is another form of earthly torture. Meanwhile a tall monk hefts bags of hedge trimmings over his shoulder to deposit by the roadside, and when he sees you, he waves with a shy smile.

Cute.

You wink back. You don't know his name.

A line of initiates not much younger than you push open the wooden temple doors with a loud creak, and you cut across the street to trail in behind them, smoothing down the tattered remains of your overalls and hoping that you’re decent enough to not draw stares. A chant has already started. Half of the candles are lit. You're afraid to make a sound.

Like you said, the temple is quiet at night.

Your eyes strain to scan the pews until they land on a familiar figure in a corner of the main hall, knelt in prayer, head bowed over clasped hands. Strawberry blond hair—colored burnt umber in the low light—spills over one shoulder.

Bingo.

The monk to your right greets the entrance with a murmured Welcome to the temple, his eyes closed, his steepled fingers pressed to his lips. You side-step him. You also tiptoe around the sleeping drunkard in the back pew who clutches an empty bottle to her chest, the rumbling exhales smelling of liquor.

Your boyfriend doesn't greet you when you settle down near him—a respectable distance of two and a half feet minimum—but he’s fighting back a smile and you wait patiently for him to finish reciting his lines. As Sydney mouths the last few words, his eyes flutter open and crease at the sight of you. You loved his glasses, but you must admit that he looks better like this, adoration for you unfiltered.

“Good evening, my love,” he whispers, reaching across the space to brush the back of your hand. You catch it in his retreat and intertwine your fingers. “What are you doing here?”

“Praying,” you say simply, though you are clearly not.

Still, he hums in accord, squeezes your hand, and resumes his previous posture. At the altar, Jordan finishes setting up the religious artifacts and does a sweeping glance of the space. You wonder what she sees. Monks on the side processing with a sweet-smelling thurible. Initiates carrying the remaining piles of scrolls to the back rooms. Nuns walking around with a donation basket. Temple-goers lining the wall to confess their sins and seek grace. Jordan’s gaze eventually lands on you, and you swear you see an infinitesimal nod of approval before she descends to her usual place in the first pew, pearl-white and spun-silver robes setting her apart from the rest.

Jordan leads the congregation into the next set of prayers by chiming a golden bell that echoes eerily in the space. The temple isn't empty, but the vaulted ceiling, extending into darkness, morphs the sound into something resembling the pained groan of spirits. You kneel, too, feeling wood against bare skin, the holes in your overalls fresh from a forest adventure. You wouldn't call yourself a believer, but you'll take all the help you can get in this town.

You pray for salvation. For the orphanage. For the math project that you still haven’t finished. Sydney’s expression is concentrated now, troubled by the thoughts that plague his mind, but you can’t spend too much time dwelling on it because your own thoughts drift to hopes for the future and how things could be better. The next hour passes quickly behind closed eyes, and with every exhale, you feel your burden lighten.

The calm is interrupted by a nasal:

“A token of appreciation from the faithful, hm?”

The voice comes from a stout nun who stops in front of you, holding out a donation basket and barely missing your elbow. While her smile is neutral, she scans your outfit with thinly veiled contempt, and it's in that judgmental expression that you realize why she's so familiar—it's the one who always has a bone to pick with you and your faith. She swears that you're a fraud (you are) and that you treat the temple like a playground (you do) and that you’ve been tempting temple members in the chambers (you have)—but honestly, that is beside the point. As a woman of the veil, couldn’t one expect more grace from her?

Sydney reaches in front of you to drop in a crumpled £10, which the nun accepts with a sniff of her upturned nose. Tacking on your best customer service smile, you make a big show of rummaging for your wallet and pulling out the crispest £100 you have, courtesy of your last customer at the massage salon.

“Of course, Sister. Anything to support the temple,” you say with conviction you do not feel. “Perhaps this can help buy new curtains for the west wing.”

At your emphasis, the nun flushes down to her neck and stalks away without another word, coins rattling in her basket. You swear she's muttering something about you under her breath, but it doesn't matter; you've clearly won. There’s a beat of silence before Sydney leans over, shoulders shaking.

“Did you know the curtains were burned down last week because she knocked over a candle in her sleep?”

“Why do you think I said it?”

A suppressed laugh that makes his eyes twinkle.

“Oh, you are bad,” he says, and his mirth makes your skin tingle pleasantly.

“Thanks, I try.”

The golden bell rings again, and as one, the congregation sits back onto the pews to shift into the next prayer. It’s one that you kind of know. The language is foreign, some ancient tongue that you never learned, but the cadence is almost melodic, so you mumble along and hope that it’s enough. Their god is a forgiving god, right? Surely your intentions will win over your execution.

Another hour or two passes in this way. At some point, during another break, Sydney turns to you and asks what you're praying for. For peace, you reply vaguely. Honestly, as it grows later, you've just been trying not to nod off, the lingering effects of treasure hunting in the lake wearing down your muscles. Your watch reads almost midnight, and soon Sirris will emerge from a hidden corner, offering you a ride home before he returns to the Danube mansions with his son. You're banking on it; walking home at this hour would probably invite some unwanted encounters.

Suddenly, there’s a new warmth at your side. A slender man, dressed in a monk’s habit, leans in close and sneers as his chest brushes against your shoulder. A light but intentional caresss. You tense, biting back a yelp of surprise. He takes that—your silence, your stillness, your deer in headlights look—as a sign to continue, resting a hand on your exposed thigh. The tattered overalls. The bastard leans closer still.

“Don’t cause a fuss,” he murmurs, his sickly sweet tone edged with the promise of threat, “or I’ll say you attacked me. Who will they believe?”

Certainly not you. You've been carefully balancing your notoriety; photography sessions with Niki are now monthly instead of weekly, chef shifts at the local café are limited, no more cabaret shows on Friday nights—you’ve even started wearing conservative clothing to keep a low profile. But none of it feels like it’s enough, especially when you still get recognized on the street for your nightclub shifts and the growing list of crimes that have you in hot waters with the police.

This guy? He has a golden pendant around his neck, the center inlaid with a blue gemstone. You're not familiar with the colored rankings, other than the fact that Jordan’s pure diamonds denote her as the head of this temple, but just having a gemstone places him higher than your initiate level, marked by the plain gold cross pendant that dangles on a simple chain.

Before you can say anything, though, Sydney lifts the hand off your thigh, holding it in a crushing grip. A smile is frozen on his face. Despite not being directed at you, the barely masked fury and crazed eyes send a chill down your spine.

“Belief won’t matter because I’ll attack you for real,” he says lowly. Slowly. Letting the words sink in like stones in water.

And unlike yours, Sydney’s reputation does hold weight in the temple. There’s rumors of him being Jordan’s successor decades down the line, but even without the help of those rumors, you know that Sydney is ready to send this man to hell and back for daring to touch you, much less threaten you. Sydney’s grip is steady; the man’s fingers tremble and redden, seconds away from snapping. Sydney’s hand has been around your neck before, but it was always gentle, never more than a loving pressure. Now you lightly brush your sternum, wondering what it would be like to have this energy turned on you.

The man’s life must flash before his eyes because suddenly he has the strength to rip his hand away and scurry to the back of the temple, the worn monk habit swishing at his ankles. Smart move. You don't know who he is, and honestly, you can barely recall his face, but you doubt that he'll be bothering you for a long time.

“Fucking heathens,” Sydney spits at the retreat.

He waits until the man’s figure completely disappears into the shadows. Sydney isn’t much of a fighter, but from the straight line of his shoulders, you don’t doubt that it’d change in a heartbeat.

Then his attention is on you, and his anger crumbles. “Are you alright, love?”

He cups your face in his palms, and you lean into the touch.

“I’m okay,” you say, giving him a tight-lipped smile.

If this happened a year ago, you would’ve been shaking in your boots, bewildered at the audacity of the stranger, but ever since Bailey insisted on weekly payments, you’ve…seen the world. For better and for worse.

Right on time, Sirris strolls over, blissfully unaware. He swings his car keys from a finger. “Ready to go, kids?”

#degrees of lewdity x reader #dol x reader #dol sydney x reader #degrees of lewdity scenarios #dol scenarios #dol sydney scenarios #saeri writes;

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renaissanceramblings · 9 months

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All I ask is anything with M!Kylar- anything at all. I'm totally not obsessed with him or anything that would be crazy ahahaha totally don't want to hold him in a storage closet and milk him dry as I kiss his tears away

yas queen slay

I made this more of a reverse comfort + sex thing bc I need it soz

M!Kylar x AFAB!Reader

~+~

Taking Kylar to the mall was the stupidest fucking thing you’ve ever done.

Godfuck, you knew he wasn’t popular, and you especially knew that your classmates weren’t kind, but you were never expecting to be in a situation like this.

Walking home quietly with his hand in yours, pretending not to notice his poorly concealed sobs and teary face.

The cruelty of the town you live in is always there, but sometimes it’s a bit easier to forget and pretend things are okay. Sometimes it’s a little easier to think that things can be good and kind.

But then you see people talking about Kylar, and prodding and poking at his every insecurity, every failure, every unsavory moment he’s ever had until he’s breaking down in public and people are looking at him as if he’s the weird one for it.

So here you are, at the door of his house pulling fucking garlic necklaces out of your bag so you aren’t torn apart by your lover’s parents while said lover is still choking on his tears.

It isn’t until you get to his room and you’re both sitting in his bed, still in silence (silence in the asylum, no one but yourself. too quiet so quiet make it stop make it stop make it stop-) that you decide to look at him.

His mouth is trembling, forced into a line to presumably hold back his cries. His face is stained with tear tracks, and his brows are furrowed, eyes red and watery and still spilling tears.

It breaks your heart.

Your hands cup his face, thumbs pressing into the skin of his cheekbones and rubbing soft, soothing circles into his skin. You look at him with a pitying, gentle glance.

“Oh, baby.”

And Kylar breaks.

Because everyone in this godforsaken place is vile, and you are his only salvation. Because everyone here is hard, and cracked around the edges, and you are gentle and soft. Because here, where he is safe, the rest of the town is outside, and you are here, with him.

He’s leaning into you, hanging onto you like a lifeline, and it’s all you can do to keep yourself from crying, too. (How long has it been since someone has held you without intent to hurt? How long since someone besides Kylar had held you so gently? Lovingly? Adoringly?)

You don’t realize you’re crying too until Kylar looks at your face and starts crying harder, at which point you’re both messes.

You hold each other with the kind of tenderness that only two broken people an possess, and you’re not sure whether to be grateful for this connection or mourn what had to be done to he two of you to achieve it.

“I love you.” You’re not sure who said it.

“Love you, love you, love you, love youloveyou-“

Your lips smash into his and there is no more words, only the desperate whines and pants of your lover and yourself.

Your legs come up on either side of him, straddling him and grinding down. His hips buck against yours wildly and his hands bruise you in his tight hold, but you can’t bring yourself to mind. (You are each other’s beginning, and you will make sure he is your end.)

Kylar lets out a moan against your lips—you swallow it greedily. Your hands tear at each other’s clothes and caress the skin underneath.

He removes himself from against your lips to mouth at your tits, your hands finding a home in his hair as your cunt drools against his thick cock pressed up against you.

“Kyla-ahn!”

He flips you over; desperate, frenzied, frantic, licking and biting like a man starved. He sucks bruises onto your skin with a passion, thinking of you all pretty on his cock, marked up as his, his, his. You’re moaning and writhing against him and Kylar thinks that the events of today may have been worth it, if he gets to see you underneath him like this.

Pressed flush against your skin, he thinks he’s going insane. (He thinks he already is.) “Let me fuck you, please let me fuck you, please please please-“

With lidded eyes, you look up at him.

“Fuck me, Kylar.”

And that’s all he needs.

One second you’re making eye contact and the next your head is thrown back as your cunt clenches around him.

God, he’s so big. No matter how many times you fuck, he always manages to force the breath from your lungs with the stretch that follows.

You feel like you’re breaking apart, he’s tearing you into two. And still, you want more, more, more. (More of his love, more of his devotion, more of his absolute worship of all things you. He’s going to ruin you for anyone who isn’t him again and you can’t fucking wait.)

His head is forced in the space between your neck and shoulders, drooling and babbling about how you’re his, and no one else’s. About how if someone tries to get in the way he’ll fucking end them and their entire bloodline, because he loves you. All the while he is rutting into you like an animal, grinding against your cunt as you swallow him whole.

He is frantic. You are desperate. Only one thought pervades your minds. You were made for each other. (A match made in hell. Pray that no soul is unfortunate enough to attempt to come between you.)

You are sent over the edge, spasming and shaking, moaning like a whore. Kylar soon follows.

You are filled up, hot and thick cum painting your walls white as his cock twitches and jumps within you. You hope he’ll never leave you.

Heavy breaths fill the room. He lifts his head up and leans it against yours. The two of you are sweaty and exhausted.

You look at each other, and a single word reverberates throughout the room.

“Mine.”

(You’re not sure who said it.)

#dol x reader #kylar the loner x reader #degrees of lewdity x reader #kylar the loner #dol #kylar dol #dol kylar #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar x reader #kylar the loner dol

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xlovingcupcakex · 5 months

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M!Kylar x F!Reader - Gaming (Part 2)

Uhh. Me every 300 words: Kylar sex Kylar sex Kylar sex Kylar sex Ky--

Summary: You and Kylar meet. Kylar is being a creep. Pushes boundaries. Possesive Kylar behaviour. Typical Kylar delusions. As mentioned before, Kylar kinda belives you guys are e dating for some reason.

2.7k words of basically pushing boundaries and hornyness. Lot's of escalating.

The gas station – bright and vibrant during the night – was mostly empty at this hour. You anxiously sat in the seating area, a cup of hot chocolate in your hand as you checked the time once again. Anytime now.

Anytime now and Kylar should be here soon. You intuitively pressed yourself into the corner of the couch, trying your best to minimize your form as you tapped your finger against the paper cup in your hand. It was probably too late to hide or leave by now.

As soon as your phone screen lighted up, you instantly checked the notifications. A discord message greeted you. It’s Kylar.

“I got off the bus stop. I’ll be at the gas station in 5 minutes, Love.”

A cold feeling washed over you and your legs felt weak as you looked at the message. Two minutes passed. You were too nervous to watch the entrance door.

Another two minutes.

30 seconds.

You froze up, gripping the phone tighter in your hand. Your feet were pressed into the floor with all your willpower. Your form was hidden in the corner of the gas station and other than the worker behind the counter, you were the only one inside. Would he be disappointed in how you looked? Did you look nice enough?

The bell rang and you looked straight at the table, too nervous to look up and check if it’s Kylar. You didn’t even know how to recognize him.

You didn’t have to worry about recognizing him, since it seems he called you immediately on discord upon entering the shop, sound of the ringtone playing all over the gas station. Shifting your position, you stiffly positioned yourself in the direction of the entrance, and there he was, you guessed. A baggy hoodie over his form, with some black ripped jeans to go along with it. A mop of black, tousled hair, with some dark eyebags under his eyes. He looked down on his phone, a nervous expression on his face.

He looked surprisingly... Cute. Shy. Sleepless.

As you looked up at him, he found your form shortly after, thanks to the discord ringtone.

His gaze was intense as he looked you, before slowly making his way towards you, a little unsure of himself, but pressing on, nevertheless.

You could feel a blush rising to your cheeks from how nervous you were, you casted your gaze towards the cup you were holding, feeling bashful. It was too hot inside. The steps stopped before your table and you forced yourself to look up.

Green eyes. The most vibrant green you’ve ever seen. Piercing right through you. The man tore away his gaze, looking to the side, before sending you a shy smile.

“(Name)? Is... that you, Love?” Kylar asked, before taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He nervously moved his hand around in his pocket.

“Y-Yeah. Are you... Kylar?” He visibly cheered up upon hearing your name, looking less stressed as he heard your voice. You sounded even better in real life. It was like melody to his ears. He took a seat in front of you.

“So (Name), um... Love. What do you want to do... Do you still want me to be your... Blanket?” asked Kylar.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything. In the end, you looked like a fish out of the water and only nodded your head. Your hands trembled under the table as you shyly played with the material of your outfit, unsure of what to say or do.

Kylar stood up; palms pressed against the table as he picked himself up, getting ready to leave, seemingly twitching to touch you. He grabbed your hand, before looking down towards the floor, a blush on his features, eyes slowly drinking in the shape and look of your legs.

His hand gave yours a small squeeze as he led you outside, with you slowly trailing after him. His hand felt warm and slightly sweaty. Or maybe it was your hand that was sweaty? You really couldn’t tell the difference at the moment.

“Where would you like to go, Love?”

With another, gentle squeeze, Kylar shot you a questioning look as you calmed your beating heart. Gripping his hand tighter, you nodded in the direction of your home, guiding him. “My home is in this direction.” you said.

The air felt crisp, sharply hitting your face as both of you walked. Kylar couldn't believe his luck; he was relishing in the chance to finally be beside you and touch you, to feel your warmth against his. A shudder of pleasure ran down his back, making goosebumps rise all over his arms, making his hands involuntarily jerk.

He diligently paid attention to every detail as you walked. You didn’t notice – the lanterns barely casting any light – as you continued to walk. He examined your hair, how it moved and glittered under the light, how vapor escaped your lips as you took a breath, the sound of your steps. He did his best to crave it into his memory.

After 10 minutes or so, you and Kylar stood in front of your flat. You took the keys out of your jacket and unlocked the door, before pushing it open, familiar warmth welcoming you. You let Kylar take the first step inside, which he went ahead with.

His fingers trailed against the wall, before flattening his palm as he took off his shoes. You followed after him inside – after taking off your jacket and shoes – before welcoming him into the open space that was your living room.

“Here we are...” you anxiously shifted from one foot to the other, waiting for his reaction. Looking straight at him as he took in the décor, your stare bringing a pale blush on his cheeks.

He slowly walked up to you, hands trembling with anticipation as he continued to close the gap. Now, standing in front of you, he hugged you tightly, his smell taking over your senses. Oh, he waited for so long! So much so he didn’t even notice how you tensed up, clearly surprised. He shamelessly took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and perfume. “It’s a nice place, Love...”

"K-Kylar...?” you managed to squeak out, but he didn’t listen. Instead, he snuggled more into the crook of your neck, his nose bumping the skin. Upon feeling his lips, another squeal left your lips, which seemed to finally make him come to his senses, but not back off.

“S-sorry, Love... I just... Waited for such a long time...”

A dreamy sigh escaped him. You were so good. So cute. Even your shy expression made his heart race and face curl up into a timid smile. So, so adorable! So adorable how you were so shy you tried to take a step back, only for him to grab you closer to him, overwhelming you.

This felt good. Nice. Kylar was in heaven as he held you in his arms, feeling quite content just holding you.

Your face felt hot. Hands awkwardly on your sides.

Black hair tickled your face as you let him hug you, heart fluttering at the proximity. Eventually, you wriggled free your hands and arms. With one arm, you hugged him back. Meanwhile, you reached your free hand to pat at his head, removing some hair that covered up his face; letting you get a clear look at his expression.

A small bead of sweat rolled off of his temple, running down towards his jaw. His eyebrows were relaxed. Closed eyes and a small on his face made him look harmless. With his hair out of the way, the eyebags didn’t seem as severe as before. With the way how peaceful he looked, you felt guilty about your earlier reaction. He was like a total puppy. It was you who invited him over, after all.

“Ky, do you want to grab some snacks? We can watch a movie on the sofa.” you said, gradually pulling back. This time, he let you go without any problems. An excited expression on his face as he nodded, lips pursed together, the corners threatening to rise up.

“Great, you can stay here, and pick something on Netflix. The remote is on the table. I’ll be back soon.”

You briskly walked to the kitchen, which wasn’t that large, but enough for you. Pressing your palms against the cold surface of the countertop, you took a few deep breaths, before reaching for some snacks from the cabinet.

“Let me get this for you, Love...”

You swiftly turned around, coming face to face with Kylar as he eagerly wrapped his arm around your waist, before pushing you towards him. His head rested on your shoulder, his breath hitting your neck and creating goosebumps. You instinctively arched your back at the sensation, a noise of surprise escaping you. Kylar reached for the snacks you looked at earlier and placed them snugly into your hands.

“Thanks...” you muttered, trying to create some distance. Kylar still didn’t let go, holding you close, clearly enjoying himself. “You can let go, now.”

“Oh, right! Sorry, Love. You just feel so nice...” Kylar let you slip out of his grasp, a bashful and sheepish expression on his face, as he blushed and looked away. “You smell nice. I like your perfume.”

“You are taking the role of my... Blanket quite seriously, are you not?” you teased, hoping to ease the feeling in the pit of your stomach. It helped a little.

Kylar tensed up a little, before taking your hand in his. Seems he didn’t appreciate the teasing this time. “You wanted me to be your blanket, my Love, d-did you not? I came all the way j-just for you,” Kylar stuttered and too a shaky breath before giving your hand another squeeze and continuing, “You wanted t-to be my pillow as w-well. You have to keep your word, my Cherry.”

You nodded your head, acknowledging what Kylar said. “You are right, I remember...”

Freeing your hand seemed impossible as he made you trail behind him as he walked to the couch. He motioned for you to sit, and you did as you were told. The snacks were on the table, long forgotten.

He sat beside you, your hand still in his. Soon, he placed some of his weight on top of you, his head resting on your shoulder again. The close proximity still made you nervous, especially with his prior behavior. But you couldn't pinpoint why.

He was quite adamant and touchy right now, but he was lovely-dovely with you on voice as well, so you guessed that there had to be an explanation for his behavior, at least somewhere. You racked your brain for possible answers as Kylar continued to cuddle and nestle info your form.

He enjoyed your warmth so much. Your perfume. Your shampoo. It was almost too much for him. His self-preservation was wearing thin. You were all he wanted. All he could think about ever since you invited him into your friends list on League. So sweet. So loveable. You deserved everything and he will gladly show you, his love, how far he is willing to go for you.

He swiftly turned on the movie, just like the both of you planned ever since coming back home. On the cozy sofa, with the noise from the background from the TV, Kylar’s attention went back to you, to admiring your beauty. The color of your eyes, your focused expression, the small twitch of your muscles. He’ll make sure to remember everything, every little detail. It will be burned into his memory.

“You are wonderful,” Kylar muttered into your shoulder, which made you cast a glance in his general direction. “I-I’ll be the best boyfriend, I promise. I’m so happy you gave me the chance.”

You tensed up. You did? You don’t remember anything that would make him think you guys were a couple. At least not yet. Everything fell into place as you thought through his behavior. Being touchy, being so eager to please, the pet names... It all made sense.

Maybe you did give him the impression of being his girlfriend...? You searched every possible memory. Was it your flirting, being just nice to him? It must have been. You did have feelings for him, but you didn’t officially agree to be his girlfriend, yet. A cold feeling washed over your body. Kylar didn’t seem to notice. Were you supposed to just... Roll with it? It wouldn’t be so bad. Seems like he already likes you plenty. At least his behavior from earlier made sense, now.

You didn’t hate his touch. It was nice. It just confused you earlier. That must be it. The last thing you expected out of yourself was to pick up a lost puppy that has fallen for you.

You used your free arm to cautiously wrap it around Kylar. It made him nuzzle into you more. He shuffled a little, scooping himself closer, before gradually lowering himself and placing his head on your chest instead. You played with his hair. A content noise left him as he relished in the feeling of your fingers in his hair. Seems like you didn’t need to answer him, as your touch was enough.

You casted your gaze towards the movie. The room was mostly dark, save for the TV before you. You didn’t notice when Kylar let go of your hand. Instead, it traveled around your waist, bringing you closer. His other hand was on your thigh, gradually itching towards the inside rather than the outside, diligently watching out for your reaction, eagerly checking how far you’ll let him go with you.

He gave your thigh an experimental squeeze. Your body tensed up, your look traveling down to his hand. But you didn’t stop him, and that was enough for him. A blush on your cheeks and your quickened heartbeat told him everything he needed to know.

In one, swift movement, he raised himself up. The hand that was on your waist was now on your cheek. Another squeeze to your thigh. This time it was much rougher, impatient. Eager. By instinct, you leaned to the side, where there was more space. Your back glided down the backrest of the sofa as a result, which gave Kylar a chance to follow after you. He locked you in place with one of his legs between your thighs as you laid on the sofa, your hair now messy and your expression surprised as your lips parted in a quiet gasp.

The hand that was on your thigh earlier was now on your left side, holding up Kylar’s weight as he leaned in closer towards your face. “You are so pretty, my Love...”

Vibrant, green eyes stared back at you through messy, black hair as you felt his breath on your lips, before he finally hissed you. Deep breaths left past his nostrils, before a low moan rang in your ears.

“S-so, so good. My Love tastes so good...”

He didn’t let you get a word in before he kissed you again, with more force this time, deepening the kiss. His free hand traveled down from your cheek to your ear, down your collarbone, before finally groping at the mound of flesh under his fingers, enthusiastically squeezing and kneading.

“I l-love you.” he breathed out as he pulled back, content with the state in which he left you in. Slightly bruised lips from kissing, wet and glistening with both his and your salvia. Your eyes, your hazed gaze as you panted for air. Your chest that moved up and down. Pride swelled in his chest at the state he left you in, a perverted smile and blush coating his cheek, eyes hungrily soaking up the view before him.

He caressed your cheek with surprising care, a strong contrast compared to his earlier behavior and touch. “We’ll do m-more later, r-right?” he asked, but left little to no time for you to answer, “After all, we have the whole night...”

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