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especially robin"
HEY. HEY VREL. VREL WHAT
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Whitney, your oral fixation is greatly showing in that smoking event of yours—
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Vrel Q&A from his SubscribeStar (asked by @Yirui_DoL on Twitter)
teachers having a wet dream about PC… Mason 😵💫
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from vrel Q&A (source: here) 😭💕💕💕💕
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*BANGING POTS AND PANS TOGETHER* APPARENTLY VREL SAID HARPER'S FAVOURITE POSITION IS THE STAND AND CARRY!!!!!!!!!!!11111111!!!!!!!11!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HARPER'S FAVOURITE POSITION IS LIFTING UP THEIR PARTNER AND FUCKING THEM (WHILE FACING EACH OTHER) DO YOU HEAR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM GOING FAWKKING INSANEEEEE WAUUUUUUUGHGHGHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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YOU MAKE ME WEEP 😭 I MISS YOU AND I HAVEN'T BEEN ON. can't wait for the semester to wrap up. but i did get a job for the summer hahaha!!
i'm trying to get pregnant by kylar or eden. so far i have FAILED.
honestly, i must ask how you would think wren would be as a parent. would love to hear any thoughts on that!!!
THIS GOT BURIED, IM SO SORRY!!
DW, we know how Eden and Kylar are. Non stop fuck nasty machines.
Okay, for Wren as a dad, it... Depends?
Like, does he like you as a fuck buddy or does he... Like you, like you? Like Like... Like Love Like?
Cuz if its the first one, I think the best you get is that he's going to be not present at all. Like he sends money, he's going to show up some days to absolutely dazzle your kid with a horse ride and presents and shit, and then won't come and visit for another 8 months. He's flighty as fuck, he's busy. Your kid will have his beautiful hair, maybe his soft brown eyes. Maybe your kid will always love him because he's the cool fun dad who spoils them when he does come around. Maybe they get disenchanted by him by the time they hit their teens. He doesn't pick up when they call, he doesn't come to important events. Maybe one day he comes by with a couple of presents and they flatly turn down going out for a day with him. You might get to watch his face fall a bit. Maybe just his eyes just get a bit duller.
Your kid goes off to hang out with friends and you and Wren get to have a drink together for the first time in ages, since his attention is normally on your kid, never you. He's down. Says he wants to do better. But you know him by now. So you just offer a pat on the back, and wonder if this is the last time you'll see him again, since he's finally been turned away by his kid, and has no reason to come back anymore.
NOW, if you're someone he actually fucking likes?
My god. Wants his annoying input in everything you do. Choosing a flat? "Sunshine, babycakes, darling, its cheaper to get a lil cottage out on the farmlands, and then I can come by every night after work and-" Deciding on a crib? "Sweetheart, muffin, angel face, let me see if i can get it handmade, never should trust the plastic shit, fuck, I slept in the top drawer for the first 3 months of my life, baby-" Like its cute, but shut up babe.
He's going to be in your damn life. Even if you say he can take a backseat, he's fucking taking that backseat out, taking out the gear stick and putting his seat there. Fuck you.
Somehow got into your phone to get a copy of important upcoming dates, and he skids into the ultrasound, all sweaty, just as you're getting your gown on.
He's going to be your fucking best friend in this. That's Wren as a lover, boyfriend, partner, it's as a best friend who really wants to get into your pants and deigns to bombard you with sloppy kisses just because he knows it makes you swat at him.
He would sometimes not show up days in a row, but it's never months. Just a few days, and he comes back with an oversized plush under his arm, or a stupidly big cake or something.
He loves that kid man. He's always gonna love his kid, but they aren't an afterthought anymore. He wants 50 more hours in the day, so he doesn't have to choose between work and his home.
Wren's also fucking terrified. He knows the town he lives in, its why he wanted you in the farmlands, not in town. Will beg you to consider homeschooling. In his perfect world, his kid never steps foot in town, and gets to grow up with nature, and feeling safe. Doesn't matter what age, he wants to be old as fuck, and have his 40 year old kid still at home and training horses or something.
Wren, overall, as a parent would love his kid. But his relationship with you would decide how much he wants to actually be there.
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Jelly big brother Whitney
Also baby get some sleep
Sleep? What is sleep? Keeling over before I even finish typing this out. Dead.
content warning! incest?, step-cest?, whitney being a bitch
My dear anon, you’re just asking for the wrong person to rile up, aren’t you? Whitney is petty by nature, I just know, fucking remembers each and every time you disobey them and by god, if they aren’t going to make you pay it back twice as hard. Big brother Whitney would be no different, with a bit of a possessive streak in him, of course. Y’know, he gets protective in the sense where no one else is allowed to bully you but him. Bunch of kids called you a “slut” as they passed you in the hallways, snickering amongst themselves? Pulls up the next day with bruises littered across their bodies, oozed, dried blood from their busted noses barely hidden by the cheap bandage slapped over it. Somehow though, it’s fine for him to call you his whore whenever mommy and daddy aren’t looking, backs turned to your older brother’s wandering hand, giving your thigh a firm squeeze.
You’re his younger sibling. It’s only his job after all to look after you, even if he does in the weirdest of ways, typical Whitney that he is. Friend wants you to come over to study? Yeah, Whitney’s not letting up on the supposed plans that you made with him before, having not remembered of it he claims but truly, he just made that shit up on the spot. Ends up with you sat on his cock, quivering legs draped over his thighs as you try to concentrate on the paper set in front of you, vision blurry from the tears spilling over your flushed cheeks. Wants you to refer to him as your big brother in front of the others, even if the thought makes the heat rush up to your face after the many times you’ve called him that during fucking, almost getting caught each and every time he pumped into you.
Getting a call from someone? Buzzing phone vibrating off in the distance with the bully reaching for it, glancing down to read out the number of whoever is fucking calling you this late at night. Grin forming on his face as he realizes it’s the goddamn freak, nosy little shit that’s always at your side, following you around like some lovesick puppy. Yeah? Want to be so damn clingy to his precious little sibling? Have a go at it, picking up the call, legs snugly wrapped around his waist, Kylar’s greeting cut off by your moans, only to pause once they realize what’s truly happening. You’re getting.. fucked. No question there, by who though?
Kylar doesn’t have to wait long to get their answer, breath heavy against your skin slicked with sweat, urging you on to call out for your fucking big brother. He’s already balls deep inside of you anyway, shamelessly whining out for him as your fingers curl into his hair, flooding your slutty hole full of his cum. Your big brother’s fat cock that you’ve grown so addicted to after sinking down on it for the first time, hips firmly held by his rough hands.
Think it’d be funnier if it’s a video call too. Just a glimpse of your wet hole fucked wide open for the briefest of seconds, sprawled out on the bedsheets before it quickly moves over to Whitney’s face shooting Kylar the most shit-eating grin on earth. Ends the call right then and there, leaving the loner to deal with the conflicted arousal between their legs
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- “S..Shit..! Just fucking stay like that..! Just like that, you stupid slut.!”
Y’know I think about big brother Whitney a lot..
content warning! incest, step-cest?, somnophilia, non-con
Thinking about him, frustrated and horny, nothing is really getting him. No matter how much he sifts through the pages of those dirty, raunchy magazines stolen from his dad’s drawers, maybe the old cassette tapes with over the top porn, clearly outdated in this day and age, flickering screen idly gazing back at him. Nothing is enough, nothing is actually getting it up for him, well, till he sets his sights on you. Stupid bitch that you are, snoozing away with your body comfortably tucked awayunder the covers, gripping at your pillows sheets as if you were calling for daddy and mommy.
How could the bully resist such a face either? Lush lips slightly parted, eyelashes fluttering gently in their wake with your chest slowly rising up and down, in sync with each and every one of your breaths taken. Good for you. Big brother’s here to keep company, push the fucking thoughts that’s been nagging at the back of his mind away. With a low grunt, he settles himself on top of you, not bothering to be gentle about it either, knees planted to each of your side, your blissful sleeping expression facing his crotch. How cute. Don’t even get to see his rock hard erection in his pants, jutted against your cheek as he slips a hand past his waistband, freeing his aching cock in much need of stimulation.
Starts off.. mostly tame, rubbing a hand over his leaking slit before finally gripping at the hard length, stroking it, fucking jerking himself off right in front of your face and you don’t even suspect a thing. How the fuck aren’t the slicked, wet sounds of his cock being roughly stroked not waking you up? God knows why but the delinquent doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of it, picking up the pace as he feels himself nearing climax, pumping his cock full of you.
Maybe it was a spur of the moment thing or just that fucking expression of yours, peek of your wet tongue against your lips, visualizing how that same tongue could be sucking on your big brother’s fat cock instead. That’s all it took, groaning out a curse under his breath as hot, white strings of cum spurt out of his cock, messily landing across your pristine skin and staining the sheets beneath.
…Yeah.
What a goddamn surprise you’ll be waking up to tomorrow.
Make sure to brush your teeth, you stupid slut.
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Merry Christmas~!
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landry sequel. now. 🔫
content warning. landry jerking it to stolen footage of you and whitney. that's it. he's a lovely lovely criminal <3
Landry relaxes into his chair, lightly turning the beat up phone between his fingers, the pub music muted behind his door. lightly tapping the screen against his knuckles before deciding and swiping the screen.
"Dumbass." Landry muttered, slightly surprised by the lack of password. "The fuck they teaching in that school these days.?"
His painted nails tapped against the screen, musing slightly before switching to Whitney's messages, scrolling through them before checking his emails, just delaying his own gratification.
Finally exhales and switches to the picture album.
Staring from the oldest to the latest, there was only a few pictures of flaccid cocks, most probably blackmail before he got to you. Staring with obviously forced shots, that prick's hand yanking open your shirt, exposing your pretty nipples.
"Cute." Landry mused, zooming in on them. He preferred when nipples were soft, not even hard yet. Far cuter than those stiff little things he eyed through your tank top when you took refuse with a beer in the summer. "Real cute."
Was the most cute when the photos became far more... Compliant. Your cheeky grin as you showed off your pretty ass, smiling back at the camera, cum splattered across your back.
He scrolled through dozens of these snapshots, showing off your thighs, your ass, cum painted skin. Landry paused at one really pretty picture, your lips pried apart by thick fingers, your tongue on display, with opaque white liquid dripping off the tip.
"C'mon." Landry flicked from the picture section to the video, scrolling through before passing the one Whitney had jerked off to in his bathrooms. "Don't quit your day job, blondie, even Niki can keep the fucking camera from shaking."
Finally freezing on one particular one, he settled into his chair, zipping his trousers down before pressing play. His cock was stupidly hard in seconds, are per usual when it came to you. Camera wonky, tilted angles, showing you pressed up against his own bathroom stalls, a certain someone's cock roughly fucking into you, your gasps and please to slow down, to take it easy, that you're making too much noise.
"Not loud enough, slut." Whitney's voice sneered off screen and Landry rolled his eyes with a sigh, contemplating on muting the irritating snot and weighting it against missing out on your noises.
Honestly, the blond brat shouldn't run his mouth like that. At least if he knew what kind of people would be willing to break his nose and fuck you in front of him themselves.
Leaning back, he ran a thumb over his throbbing balls before gripping the base and spitting on his own head, letting the saliva slowly drip down over the crown, just the way he liked it. Steely eyes focused on you abused ass, sharp hipbones digging into your skin. Poor cute thing. Idiot probably just thinks spanking its enough. Landry preferred biting. He'd be sure to make you wince once you sat down, squirming as you pout at him. Give you rub burn from his stubble from how much time he'd spend between your thighs, make you squeal and try to push his head away. Grab your wrists and kiss your palms before pining them down anyway and ruining you further.
He jerked his cock faster, watching your fingernails scratch at the walls for any sort of grip before giving up and digging them into Whitney's thighs instead.
His stomach knotting, Landry tossed the phone onto his desk, instead using his hand to dig in his fingernails to his thighs, closing his eyes to loose himself in your whines, the feeling of his, no, no your fingernails pushing in deep enough to hopefully draw blood as he fucked his fist.
Too soon, far too soon for his liking, he was spilling ropes of cum over his hand and desk, swearing quietly as some landed on Whitney's stolen phone. With a low sigh, he used tissues to wipe off his semen, before dabbing at the phone, smirking as he got his own fluids into the cracks, smearing it more than wiping it off.
Tossing the tissue, he sat back in his chair.
"Until next time." He murmured, locking the phone before pulling out the sim card, and his sim card reader connected to his computer. "The phone goes back but you, little thief, get to stay right on my hard drive."
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After seeing Vrel's answer about Bailey, willing to be bought for a date in exchange of a good amount of money, my delulu ass had to draw something about it—
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Can I just say that Harper's fixation on the pc is just so oddly pathetic yet cute
Like 100% the man is a pervert to probably all of his patients, and is up to all sorts of shady shit... but Vrel confirmed in a comment at one point that Harper indeed has a fixation on the pc, and my brain is just going brrrrr... Like man just his entire insistency to get you on medication to get you more pliable... calling you in to see him every single week to touch you— I mean examine you.. cough cough.
Using hypnotization so he can encourage you to do lewder mindless behavior, and so he can take pictures of you— (which I'm sorry but we all know he jerks off to secretlv)
Seriously his general need to touch you, see every part of you, and in the asylum, his personally supervised showers especially are so uneccesarry other than the mere fact he's an absolute simp for the pc…
And speaking of the asylum, his kissing lessons????? and the assessments with him intervening when anyone touches/gropes you when he hasn't planned it??? and a big big oof is also his need that before you're free to leave the asylum... that he calls you in for a last private assessment and all professionalism is gone from this man's mind. He even seems sad he can't justify keeping the pc at the asylum, and it doesn't take long before he's already groping and trying to kiss. Like the man is down bad, even stuttering when he says he'd like to keep seeing you every Friday at the hospital still 💕💕💕
Also another scene that lives in my head rent free is that one scene on Remy's farm where he suddenly and impulsively kisses the PC before Remy comes back, like tongue and all... causing Harper to pull away immediately as soon as Remy comes back and stuttering... Like s i r.
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It had only started as an appreciation. You were a seemingly good student, and even though you attracted the likes of Whitney, you never took part in their delinquent ways. Winter liked that about you. How you stayed out of trouble, and how you always focused wholly upon your work in his class.
He’d wanted to nurture that spirit within you, that yearning to learn more about the past, and so he began to spend more time around you during lessons – giving helpful tips, kneeling beside you and chattering about hidden ruins deep within the forest. That’s all it had began as.
But then he began to notice the curve of your jaw, and your sweet smile that gave him butterflies, and the way your fingers played with your pen when he droned on about something you weren’t particularly interested in. He’d tried to deny it, but the flares of jealousy he felt whenever Robin nudged you or leant too close, or the anger that roared within whenever a student walked past and groped you left him feeling hopeless.
He leant beside your desk a lot more then, hoping you’d smell the cologne he’d put on just for you or how much softer his hair was now he washed it daily, trading out his usually sharp appearance for one that was welcoming to you. He’d always been a man that maintained his appearance, but now he felt like a peacock, preening his feathers in a display he hoped would enrapture you. He listened intently to every word you said, and however much he tried to deny his feelings for you, he’d soon cave in.
That day came sooner than he would have thought when you began to show up at the museum outside of school times with artifacts piled up in your school bag, hoping to trade them for money. He knew that you were an orphan, that you struggled under the wicked rule of the Bailey, but he felt no better than that thug when he offered if you’d like to help him demonstrate historical apparatus – a sore excuse just to be around you more, to see you, to be in your presence and close enough that he could smell your hair, and accidently graze across your fingers when demonstrating how to be safe with the equipment.
You’d taken part with the demonstrations for the public with him, from the wooden horse to the torture chair. Then one day he’d seen you orgasm on the wooden horse, getting off to the pain he had caused, and he couldn’t help but harden the hits, his verbal abuse towards you border lining sexual. He only stopped when his heart was thrumming against his ribcage and his cock strained against his pants. He felt so ashamed of what he’d witnessed, at how he’d gotten off at your displeasure and so, with painkillers, a water bottle and snack in hand, he went to check on you.
But then you’d looked at him with those eyes of yours and a smile, and he lost the ability to speak his cock becoming ever more uncomfortable in his tailored pants – he had hoped that his suit would have hidden it slightly. In his rush to escape your tantalizing self he’d simply given you the water and snack and was about to make his way out the door towards the nearest toilet when you called his name.
How did you have such a hold over him? How did his name sound so ethereal leaving your lips? And why did you have to be so damn irresistible. He didn’t know why he had stopped and turned around to face you, but what he was faced with made him question every ounce of sanity he had left.
You didn’t look away from him as you’d walked up to him and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek. He recoiled at the thought of accepting such affection off of anyone but you and hated himself for allowing you to cross the line from professional to personal with him, but he just couldn’t stop it, not as your hopeful gaze flicked across his face looking for any kind of expression. His cheeks were most definitely redder than Doren during summer, and his eyes were wider than the owl he had seen sat atop a tree outside his home the night prior.
It took everything he had left not to take you on the floor right there and then, but he was an old-fashioned man, and if he was about to cross a line he could not return to, then he wanted to do things right. So, he’d given you an address and time to come to that night before rushing off.
You’d arrived at his house perfectly on time, dressed up nicely only to be welcomed by him bringing you into a stiff hug, the smell of his cologne enveloping you as he led you into his home. He sat you down at his small wooden table so used to just serving one, laden with two plates and several bowls filled with steaming hot food.
He’d opened up about his life and himself that night, showing you around his house, speaking about each artifact and historical piece with a smile you had not yet witnessed. And then, as the night rounded off, with Winter remaining a respectful distance away from you, he closed the gap, scooping you into an unforgettable kiss. He was experienced, but it had been so long since he had been intimate that he moved slowly, cautiously crafting the relationship between the two of you, maintaining his dominance throughout the night but being oh-so aware of your reactions to every little thing he does. He was tame that first night, atop the silk covers of his bed, caressing you and making sure that he properly displayed just how much he loved you. But as time went on, he’d slowly reveal every part about himself, from his kinks to his preferences and just what you could expect from being in a relationship with him.
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I had so much fun writing this one and will probably do something similar to this for each of the teachers. However, I’m also thinking of doing a continuation of this in a more bullet point fashion involving the actual relationship with each of the teachers, such as what they’re like in a relationship, what it would involve, what they enjoy inside and outside the bedroom, their preferences and quirks etc. I’d love to know if you’d enjoy reading something like this or not!
I hope you’re having a lovely day wherever you may be, and if you are not then I hope that the future is brighter for you 😊 – Q&D
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IT'S FINALLY DONE — !! I know there's a lot of mistakes but heck my mind is too tired at this point
#!#!?!?!? cute#PC return the favor hehe#degrees of lewdity fanart#degrees of lewdity#sydney the faithful
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