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propertyofwhitney67 · 3 months

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His Gift

M!Kylar x F!Reader

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TW: smut, dubcon-ish?, breeding (it's Kylar what did you expect),

Note: My first ever Kylar fic and I was far too ambitious and made it smutty. This should never see the light of day...

I felt something holding me as I woke up in a sweat. I froze in fear and looked over to thankfully only find Kylar. I petted his hair, slowly waking him. “Good morning.”

He smiled and held me tighter, “Good morning, my love. Happy Valentine's Day.” He kissed me, his teeth clashing against mine painfully. He still had learning to do on that front.

When I pulled back from the messy kiss, I noticed my window was wide open. I looked down at Kylar, “How did you get in?”

He looked a little sheepish at first, “Through the window.” He explained, slowly gaining that crazy look to him that I loved so dearly. “I wanted to be the first thing you saw when you woke up.”

I chuckled and kissed his cheek, causing him to blush. “How thoughtful of you. How about I give you your first gift of the day?” I shrugged off the blanket and went to my wardrobe, pulling out the new lingerie I bought.

I loved watching his reaction as I changed out of my pajamas and into the lingerie. His eyes were wide and he was fidgeting, wanting to get his hands on me. I twirled and posed for him as he sat on the bed, “What do you think?”

He continued to fidget and blush, “Y-You look beautiful, my love.” He reached out his small hands to touch me, he couldn’t keep them from shaking. “You always look so beautiful…” He got lost in admiring my body, his hands resting on my hips.

“I got them just for you,” I whispered and took his hands off my hips, pushing him back on the bed and hovering over him. “Now for your next gift.” I unhooked my bra and tossed it to the side. He tentatively reached up, grabbing my breasts and squeezing them with his small hands.

His breathing became heavy as he continued groping my chest, “Please…take it off.”

I pulled back and laughed at how pathetic he sounded, “Lucky for you, me being naked is a part of your gift.” Just to tease him, I slowly stripped off my remaining lingerie.

“Stop teasing…” Kylar whined and reached out to pull down my panties. I playfully smacked his hands away, causing him to get angry. He frowned and ripped the rest of the lingerie from my body. He then pinned me under him, he’s strong when he gets like this.

He kept me pinned with one arm and with the other freeing his cock from his pants. “Kylar…” I trailed off. He ignored me and rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance, collecting my wetness.

He moaned like a pathetic virgin as he entered me, “You feel so good…” He couldn’t hold back for long and began to thrust in and out of me. “You’re going to look so beautiful pregnant.”

I clenched around him, his words affecting me. “Fuck…breed me.” He began to thrust furiously upon hearing my words.

“You’re perfect…” He mumbled, hiding his face in my neck. Occasionally kissing and biting me, but mostly just breathing heavily.

Kylar moaned loudly in my ear as he came. I laughed at how quickly he came, “You’re so pathetic.” I brushed the hair out of his face and kissed his forehead. “I love you.”

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘒𝘰-𝘍𝘪

#tw dubcon #tw breeding kink #dol #dol kylar #kylar the loner #dol fanfic #dol fanfiction #kylar dol #kylar x reader #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity fanfiction #degrees of lewdity fanfic #degrees of lewdity imagine #kylar the loner x reader #dol x reader #my writing

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cyrassol · 9 months

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Sometimes Eden thinks things he shouldn't think. Feels things he shouldn't feel. He doesn't ever share them, though, because that's just not who Eden is.

Sometimes he remembers the beginning, the very first time he met you. He remembers you trying to resist the inevitable, doing your best to punch and scratch and kick and bite, and he remembers that your best wasn't good enough. He remembers subduing you was easy, and he remembers that he wasn't gentle. You had to learn, and pain is the best teacher of all.

"These woods are dangerous. You could have gotten hurt," he'd said afterwards.

I did get hurt, is what your vacant eyes and tear-stricken face had said when your mouth didn't.

But not as bad as you could have been. I'm protecting you, he'd wanted to reply, but right then his mouth hadn't moved either.

You agree with him now. But sometimes, late at night with you sprawled across his chest, he wonders if he agrees with himself.

He wonders if you would have loved him if he hadn't made you. Sometimes the question keeps him awake long after you've fallen asleep. The question distracts him just as he's about to pull the trigger on a target, the question sours the sweet moments when you look at him with nothing but softness in your eyes.

Sometimes, you wake up in a cold sweat and look at him with the same eyes as in the beginning, and the question returns again.

"Please, Eden," you always pant as he rams into you while your climax approaches and sometimes, for a moment, his mind flashes back to when you'd said those words while begging him to stop.

Sometimes Eden thinks things he shouldn't think. Feels things he shouldn't feel.

He doesn't ever share them, though. Because he can't risk those thoughts becoming yours too.

#just a lil drabble #bc the brain worm wouldn't shut up #eden the hunter #degrees of lewdity eden #dol eden #degrees of lewdity fanfic #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity fanfiction #dol fanfiction #dol fanfic #cyra attempts writing

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sn3ka · 10 months

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SOFT BAILEY X READER

No smut just soft loving and some "sweet" words

You had just gotten back to the orphanage and exhausted from working your ass off and running to avoid creeps, so the logical answer was to get naked and go to bed right? Well after being laid down for a while you found yourself unable to fall asleep and with your door creaking open you had just assumed it was Robin coming to check on you.

Oh how you were wrong. By the weight sinking down by you it definitely wasn't Robin, they were a lot smaller than whoever was on your bed right now. You had hoped that if you keep pretending to be asleep the intruder would leave after getting whatever they wanted from you, what you weren't expecting was to feel a tentative hand starting to softly pet your head.

You weren't sure what to do anymore, it definitely didn't seem like someone who wanted to hurt you but Robin was the only person you really knew that didn't want to hurt you. You slowly opened your eyes to see Bailey looking right back at you.

He just continued to pet you with a bored expression as if this whole situation wasn't weird, Bailey the man who was basically a tyrant of the orphanage was in your room petting your head just like he would casually smoke a cigarette in his office late at night.

Nervously you whispered "Bailey? Is something wrong?" He just slightly smirked at you and kissed your forehead. "No, nothin' is wrong Darling" this was a very unusual show of affection that he was giving you, so unusual that you sat up completely forgetting the fact you were naked "are you sure? You've just never done this before". Looking closer to his face you saw the split second he took to drink in your naked form before hugging you close to him, you two weren't exactly the closest you had noticed he would ever so slightly be a little easier on you than everyone else but you had never expected something like this to happen, he didn't even smell like alcohol either.

"You've always been one of the most attractive one here, and somehow not corrupted by this shithole of a town so why can't I give my best orphan some love?" You thought about and while you did think this whole thing was weird you decided not to think too hard about it, you did get praised at school time to time but this felt like a different kind of love, not one you were used to, so you accepted it and wrapped your arms around him tightly as he rested his head on yours, this felt so peaceful you felt yourself become drowsy and slowly fell asleep in the comfortable arms of your tyrant caretaker.

#dol #dol bailey #bailey the caretaker #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity fanfiction #fanfiction

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yuwawawa · 26 days

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Robin POV of what if Robin know PC since childhood, but the PC he know and the PC that we start playing is different in soul(?).

And there's the fact I'm lost not knowing which way to go the first time I play it. I just want to think a prompt how to hurt baby Robin, and I like childhood friend that not end well.

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"Here! Ring for our promise! With these we're always gonna be together!"

Isn't that what you said back then as you put the flower ring in my ring finger, and I put one in yours too?

Then Why…

Why are you talking to them with that sweet voice like that…?

Why are you smiling so lovingly like that to them?

Since when did that smile you always show only to me shifted to them?

Why-...

.oOo.

I still remember your smile back then

As I teach you how to make a flower crown for the first time

When the one you made still not strong enough to hold it shape

Until you can make it strong enough to hold its shape

And called my name happily because you finally did it

It was long ago

Many years before

We were small

I'm sure you have already made many since then

But why?

Why are you back to like you never did this before?

Weren't we making it daily when the flowers bloom for years?

And we also make some Pressed bookmarks and flower pouches with it too

There's supposedly some in your room that you display because you say that it's precious

But where has all of it gone?

Why do you look like you've never been here before?

The way to the park where we sell hot chocolate together in winter

If you turn left there's a beach where we sell lemonade

And then there's our school just straight from the park

The way to the forest

The way to the movie

Why…

Why do you look like you forget about it?

Who are you?

What are you doing with them?

Where do you hide them?

Why do you look like them?

How do you make everyone else think that you are them?

When are you gonna give them back?!

GO AWAY

GIVE THEM BACK NOW

DON'T USE THEIR BODY AS YOU LIKE

DON'T TAINT THEIR BODY LIKE THAT

WHY DO YOU MAKE EVERYONE ELSE DON'T NOTICE YOU TAKE OVER THEIR PLACE?

WHY IS IT ONLY ME THAT NOTICE IT?

WHY-...

Why only me…

It hurts…

my chest hurt…

If it's this hurt…

Please…

Please just make me not notice it too…

Please...

Just make me forget...

#robin the orphan #degrees of lewdity #dol #dol fanfic #dol fanfiction #degrees of lewdity fanfic #degrees of lewdity fanfiction #i don't know wtf i'm doing #imagine seeing robin screaming as he cries

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nopecho · 6 days

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I need to be bred by Whitney so bad...

Sigh... I want him to stuff my cunt for days, feel him spray inside me, so lost in the moment that he doesn't care about silly little things like protection.

I'm his slut and his slut doesn't have the luxury to tell him to slip a condom on.

And then the utter shock and realization that washes over him when I tell him I'm actually pregnant. Of course I am, what was he even thinking creaming me every damn day? The inital fear is almost too much for him. Almost.

But I'm carrying his kid. And he'll be dead in a grave before his kid ends up like he did.

#whitney the bully #whitney #nopecho talks #dol #fanfiction #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdiry whitney #dol whitney #whitney dol #rambles

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propertyofkylar · 7 months

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thanks - whitney x pc

“I’m sorry for getting you in trouble.”

You laid your hand on Whitney’s arm as he stared into the bathroom mirror. For once, it was just the two of you.

He rolled his eyes. “Idiot, I get in trouble all the time. It doesn’t matter.”

“Still,” you shifted your weight uncomfortably. You weren’t really sure why you were comforting him, when you were the one who was just assaulted. “You were just trying to defend me. It was…noble of you.”

“Noble?” Whitney snorted. “Please. I’m just protecting my property.”

Your hand subconsciously went to your shoulder where underneath your uniform Whitney’s toy was tattooed.

You weren't entirely sure where you stood with Whitney most of the time. He was always surrounded by his friends, doing things like stealing your clothes or making you flash random passersby.

And yet, he had kissed you and told you that you were his girlfriend now, and on the rare occasions you were alone like this, he could be...surprisingly tender.

"Yeah, well. Thanks anyway," you offered him a warm smile, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear.

"If you weren't such a slut, you wouldn't even get into these situations, you know," Whitney shook his head, but he looked into your eyes with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"You're the one who banned me from wearing underwear," you retorted, folding your arms. "And from going into the girls bathroom."

"And you've been such an obedient little slut," Whitney reached out to trace his finger along your jawline, sending shivers up your spine. As quickly as he had reached out, though, he pulled his hand back, lighting a cigarette.

"You should go back to class. You care about that kinda shit," he turned away and waved you off.

You turned to leave, but something in you made you look back. Leaning in, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and mumbled "love you."

You saw his face flush before he ducked his head to hide from you as you scurried away.

"You better be out front when school lets out," Whitney called after you. "You still owe me a proper thanks!"

You couldn't help but smile as you headed to your classroom.

#*chants* TSUNDERE WHITNEY TSUNDERE WHITNEY #degrees of lewdity #dol #whitney the bully #writing #ok i havent written fanfiction in fucking YEARS pls be kind to me.#is this how you do this. i honestly dont know #anyway i love whitney. so does my pc amie. but she is dumb as hell and i am smart and cool #ok pls be nice BYEEE

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comedi-anne · 5 months

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Can't believe I went through with this, but here it is!

Characters: PC (Penelope Campbell) x Kylar

Genres: Fluff, Implied Smut but only at the very, very end

Warnings: CRINGE

Synopsis: Kylar tries to sneak into Penelope's bedroom, as he has many times before, but things don't go according to plan.

He checks his phone nervously. He has to time things right. If he goes in too early, she'll still be awake. If he goes in too late, she won't be in the right part of her sleep cycle. It should be a deep sleep. That's the only way he gets away with this. Eventually, the time does come. The perfect time. Not too soon either. It's so cold out tonight. The seasons are changing, and they're in that dreadful spot of being hot in the morning and cool at night. He didn't dress appropriately for how long he stood out there, watching her window… and waiting.

Although, he's not the only one that's been waiting. Penelope's grown wise to his schedule. For such a nervous man, he's very strict with his time it seems. On certain days and at certain times, she'll always get her little visitor. She wasn't always such a light sleeper. She doesn't know how many times he's come to visit that she didn't wake up. But certain events have transpired that made her a lot more likely to wake up at the feeling of being touched.

It's okay though. She can tell if it's Kylar. His touch is gentle. His hands shake with nervousness, but his fingers glide against her skin very delicately. He doesn't want to wake her up after all.

…The others don't care about being gentle. They don't care about letting her sleep.

Kylar is different. He loves her. It's just his way of showing love. Sometimes she wonders if she should show love too, but whenever she's been awake and waiting for him, he never comes to visit.

"So shy," She thinks." If this is what he prefers of her, she'll happily play along. She's so good at making people happy. If only she could figure out how to accomplish that for herself, maybe everything would fall into place. But she doesn't have long to think about it. She can hear the window creak open, and feel the cold air enter the room. Her eyes are tightly shut even as the footsteps grow closer. She can feel the bed shift under his added weight; she remains as still as ever. But as the zipper of her cow onesie is pulled down, and his fingertips finally make contact with her skin, she can't control herself from jolting up from the bed with a gasp.

"So cold!"

His hands are like ice. She couldn't keep a straight face through that. It was like touching an ice cube to her skin. Her body reacted before she could think about it. Kylar has a panicked look, like that of a wild animal being caught and cornered. Please don't hate him. He just needed her. He tries to scramble away to save himself from any reprimand or shame, but as he runs away, he trips on one of Penelope's shoes and falls face-first on the floor. Penelope turns on the light and rushes over to him. As he picks himself up from the ground, she can see drops of blood splat on the floor below him.

"Kylar, Kylar, a-are you alright?"

He doesn't answer, doesn't meet her gaze. If anything he tries to disappear from sight, curling into himself and pressing his body against the floor to become as small as possible. He shudders when he feels her hand on his back.

"Kylar, you're freezing. No wonder your hands are cold. Why didn't you wear something warmer?"

"I'm sorry," he spits out,"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," repeating it like a mantra, like a magic spell to make the situation go away. He reaches for the window sill, but Penelope pulls his hand back.

"I'm not sending you back out into the cold, silly. You can stay the night."

His face goes red. This is turning out better than he could've hoped, aside from the injury, but that's nothing new to him. Whitney's done way worse than shoving him on the floor. Although from Penleope's perspective, she's not sure why he seems so excited all of a sudden. It's not like it's the first time he's spending the night. It takes a moment to occur to her that from Kylar's point of view, this is the first time he's had her permission to stay. She'll pretend it's just as special to the both of them.

She grabs a handkerchief from her dresser drawer and begins wiping the blood from his face. He's entranced as she works, so close, so kind to him… motherly in a way.

"Do you think you'll be okay? Does it hurt a lot?"

"I'll be f-fine!" He says assuredly. He doesn't want you to feel the need to get anyone else to look at it. "I-If anything, tomorrow I can g-go see Dr. Harper. W-We get along. He can f-fit me in."

"That's nice. Dr. Harper is…. nice."

Once the bleeding has stopped, she starts leading him to the bed. It's so surreal to him. How many times has he imagined this? Of course he's laid beside her before. Many, many nights he successfully broke into her room and held her and touched her, but he's never been invited to do so. He's scared he's dreaming. Did the cold make him pass out? Or maybe it killed him. Maybe this is heaven.

She pulls the blankets over both of them, snuggling close to make sure he stays warm. She savors the moment, actually getting to move and hold him back. All the times before, she's just been a little doll he got to play with to his liking, and she's happy to play that way, but it's so much nicer when she can move how she likes to.

"Are you comfy?"

He nods, not even remembering the last time he blinked. He's trying to commit every second to his memory like his eyes are a camcorder. Speaking of which…

"Oh!" she gasps. "You should say hello."

"To who?"

"To the one who normally keeps me company in bed."

His knuckles turn white as he grips the pillow beneath his head. Maybe he did die from the cold, but if he did this has turned out to be hell. Seconds pass by, but it feels like an eternity as she turns away from him to rummage for something on the floor. Is there someone under the bed? Is it another man? Is it Whitney? Is it Robin? Is it Sydney? Oh, you simply can't imagine the relief he feels when he sees a puff of yarn emerge from under the blankets.

"Ta-dah! It's Mr. Feathers!"

"M-Mr. Feathers? Is that what you call him?"

"Mhmm! I-I'm sorry. Did he have a name you wanted me to keep? When you gave him to me, I thought it was okay to rename him."

"No, it's fine! R-Really, he's yours…"

He looks down at the plush owl held in her hands. He gave that to her a while ago. It's his way of watching over her… A.K.A it's his way of being a Peeping Tom through the spy camera he put behind its plastic eyes. But it wasn't always just a pervy little tool. It was his toy, his friend. He pats the top of its head gently, feeling the familiar sensation of the feathers peeking out from underneath his fingertips.

"He misses you…"

"What?"

"He misses you… You dropped him off, and… and he… he keeps looking for you. He's just a little guy. He… he's your family. You should visit him more," her voice becomes firmer as she finishes her thought. She knows what Kylar's parents are. Well, she doesn't know exactly, but she's seen what they've become. Kylar said the owl's been in his family a long time. He must've seen them too. She doesn't know how many nights Kylar spent alone in his room, clutching a stuffed animal as his parents stalked the forests behind his home. She can't imagine how important this little guy was to him when it was all he had, and Kylar was all Mr. Feathers had too.

It's so silly. It's so childish. She should've grown out of this habit by now. But she's always gotten so sappy personifying toys. Bailey doesn't give the kids much of anything, so the plushies she had, she had for most of her childhood. They grew more and more worn and torn with years of love. They're hardly recognizable scrap now, but they're the closest thing she has to family. (Aside from Robin of course) That was her favorite game when she was little: family. She thought she was practicing for when she had a real one someday… Maybe she should've practiced more.

"You're like his dad… Mr. Feather is… is your family. You shouldn't just drop him off in someone's care a-and never visit him."

He sees her hands shaking as he grasps the stuffed animal ever tighter.

"Do you want.. me to visit more often?"

"Mr. Feathers does… but I do too if that sweetens the pot."

He cautiously moves closer to her in the bed. His breaths become more shallow. Excitement builds in his gut.

"I-If I'm like his dad… d-does that make you his mommy?" Penelope smiles at him. He swears the world melts away.

"Maybe? If I was a mommy, that means I'd have a family, a-and I'd want a big, happy family too."

She goes on to describe her ideal future. If she couldn't be brought into a family, maybe she could make them. Maybe kids could fill the voice in her heart. Dangerous thoughts to be sure, but for the moment they make her happy. She can talk about her future family, and she can dream it's possible. She gets so lost in the fantasy; she doesn't realize what she's doing to Kylar, all this talk about children. It's not until he's on top of her that she realizes what she's done.

"You'd make a great m-mommy," he pants out. His face is red, and his eyes have glazed over in that familiar way. "You will make a great mommy."

He was nice enough to listen to her dreams, so she's happy to indulge in his own fantasies. This is love, right? This is just how he shows his love. If becoming a mommy means she'd be loved, then she could do that. At least she could pretend she'll do that, at least for now. She feels like a kid again, playing pretend, dreaming of a happy future that won't come to pass. But this time, she has someone real to play with. Isn't that nice? She isn't alone. She's loved. She isn't alone. She's loved. She isn't alone. She's loved.

His hands are much warmer this time.

#degrees of lewdity pc #dol pc #this is the first fanfiction i've written in like... 7 years #i used to rp with original characters all the time #but then my best friend abandoned me and i had no motivation to write #so this is also the first non-school story i've written in like six months #it's rusty... i'm sure

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radiosartdump · 2 years

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Just a little doodle I did for my old fanfiction that I made on AO3. On TheLivingRadio account.

#digital art #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #fanfiction

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allfearstofallto · 2 months

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ALL ABOUT ME + RULES

You dare gaze upon me...

Hello! My name is Mai (She/Her)

I'm a twenty something, 200% black, lover of fanfiction, which includes reading and writing!

I like to write things like yandere, which means that this blog contains dark content and is 18+ only.

I hope that we can have fun and enjoy our fandoms together. Please don't be scared to say hello!

RULES

This blog is 18+!!! Minors absolutely DNI!

I expect respect and kindness, this isn't the space for rude or hurtful people.

I write because I want to, not because I have to. Don't get upset if I'm not pumping them out as quickly as possible.

I appreciate compliments, but please try to not flirt. That does include sexual nicknames like "mommy".

I predominantly write fem reader and I apologize, but that's what I'm most comfortable with.

I will not do OCs of any form, but I will write character x character

WHAT ILL WRITE FOR

Yandere (!!)

Fem! Dom

BDSM

Forced Marriage

Dub/Non-Con (be warned)

Violence

SERIES AND CHARACTERS

Genshin:

Scaramouche, Diluc, Ayato, Childe, Alhaitham, Kaeya

Lyney, Xiao (can't write them well, but want to)

JJK:

Sukuna, Yuji, Gojo

Geto, Toji (can't write them well but want to)

Haikyuu:

Bokuto, Hinata, Kenma, Oikawa, Kyoutani

Degrees of Lewdity (All male LIs):

Sydney, Kylar, Robin, Whitney

My Hero Academia (I don't write for this as much):

Shigaraki, Bakugo, Kirishima, Midoriya

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vaya-writes · 11 months

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The fanfiction shorts will be either be a continuation of Willing Participant, my boyfriend to death fanfic, found on the other blog, or a degrees of lewdity fanfic which will likely be posted to the other blog just due to the nature of the source material.

#vaya speaks #I know I need to do that epilogue but while I have follow up scenes they’re not particularly cohesive #wrangling them is gonna be a pain #I think my brain needs a palate cleanse #I’m inclined to work on shorts as a little break #I’m a little burnt out from my work hours #and preoccupied with TOTK #so haven’t had enough free brain space for writing

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propertyofwhitney67 · 16 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

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cyrassol · 10 months

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HI i wrote an incredibly self-indulgent avery fic instead of drawing the requests, here's hoping folks enjoy anyway!!!

Avery x PC — who will they believe?

pc: unnamed, no Y/N either. gendered terms "woman" and "girl" used, but no mention of genitals or defined pronouns. second person POV

avery: male pronouns, amab

word count: little over 2k

content warnings: mild violence (hair pulling, not the kinky kind), "whore" used as a derogatory term once, yelling (avery is ANGRY), typical toxic dol relationships, mentions of and brief (albeit graphic) descriptions of sexual activities in dialogue

description: y'all know the scene with high crime and at least a little rage!avery where they drive you to the police station and threaten to turn you in? and defiant pc claps back? yup, this is based on that one! PC is a successful phantom thief who slipped up, and avery is none too happy about the effects that might have on his reputation

enjoy!!! likes are appreciated, replies and reblogs even more so ❤

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There's no way in hell.

"What's wrong, my little nymph?" Avery asks, a worried frown tugging at his mouth as if he hadn't parked on Barb Street, a stone's throw from the fucking police station. At least his car windows are darkened so there's no way for anyone to see you from the outside, but if a cop decides to come closer and investigate then it might all be over.

How does he know, anyway? You've been careful, you've been so goddamn careful—face hidden, gloves to avoid any fingerprints, staying out of sight from any would-be witnesses, doing favors for Landry every other week. No one should have been able to trace you, so how does he know?

And more importantly, why does he care?

"So quiet, all of a sudden," he hums, eyeing a couple of police officers as they escort someone with the same build and hair colour as you into the station. "Nervous, perhaps?"

"What's this about, dear?" you ask, tone dripping with the same insincerity, because one does not mingle with high society every weekend without picking up a thing or two.

"I was hoping you could tell me," he sighs, finally meeting your gaze. His expression and voice are perfectly composed into faux-concern, but as adept as Avery is at pretending he fits right in with the upper echelons of society, he still hasn't learned to mask the rage in his eyes. "I've tried to assume you must have good reasons each time you reject my generosity," he continues, mask briefly slipping when wrath makes his voice quiver on the word 'reject'. "But alas, it'd seem I was mistaken."

He doesn't expect a reply yet, and so you don't give him one. You've turned him down here and there for months and while it's clearly hit a nerve, it's nothing new. He hasn't told you the real reason he's mad yet.

"Instead," he goes on, just as you knew he would, "I start hearing rumours."

Ah. Shit.

"What sort of rumours?" you ask, curiosity feigned and genuine at the same time—feigned because you can already imagine what they are, but you also need to know where you fucked up.

"A phantom thief," Avery says, reaching out to twirl a strand of your hair between his fingers. "Several of my acquaintances have been hit by this scoundrel. They say the thief breaks into a new mansion every night, leaving no trace except for emptied coffers and missing family heirlooms."

You won't lie, the way he's describing you makes you a little proud. It's concerning that your victims have connected the dots that you're a single individual, of course—the chances of you getting caught are significantly higher if they've figured out your modus operandi—but hearing yourself being spoken about in such a romanticised way almost makes you want to keep going exactly as you are.

Provided Avery's bluffing about turning you in, naturally. And if you've messed with his reputation through people somehow figuring out the girl hanging off his arm at social events is the very thief who's robbing them blind, unfortunately there's a very high chance he isn't.

"And what makes you think I'm involved in anything like that, babe?" you ask, perhaps laying it on a bit too thickly with the nickname. He's never asked you to do it, but you figured out a long time ago that hearing a beautiful woman half his age call him that always makes him preen a little.

Avery gives you a tight smile, and it's the only warning you receive before his grip on your hair turns to iron.

"Because, my little sunshine," he grits out through his teeth, "the thief happened not to notice a security camera on their latest little exploit."

"Fuck."

It comes out before you can stop it, but it wouldn't have been any use keeping quiet anyway. Not if you've been caught on a fucking camera.

"Aptly put," he says with a chuckle that's entirely devoid of mirth. "The acquaintance who caught this criminal on camera made sure to show the footage to a whole group of us as well as the police, so we'd know who to be on the lookout for."

"Surely the thief had a mask on," you say, because you did, and also because you're desperately trying to find anything that might give you the plausible deniability you need to save your ass. "And their hair was definitely hidden, too. How would they have been recognised?"

"Their identity is still unknown," he agrees, before pulling painfully at your hair to tug you closer until you're inches from his face and you can see every fleck of green and every speck of rage in his eyes. "I, however, would recognise that ass anywhere, grainy security footage or no." Avery's smile is all teeth and no warmth. "I fuck it every weekend, after all."

You breathe out slowly through your nose, closing your eyes in defeat. "And if you can recognise me, it's only a matter of time until someone else does."

"Good girl," he says, letting go of your hair. "We finally understand each other."

A few moments of silence pass by as you consider your options, and he considers you.

Finally, he turns forward, hazel eyes cold and staring straight ahead at the police station. "Tell me why I shouldn't turn you in."

Chewing your bottom lip, you study him from the corner of your eye. "... Have I ever robbed you?"

He snorts. "Not yet, you haven't."

That's good, at least you haven't made it overly personal. "To be fair, if I had then it wouldn't have been on purpose. I don't know where you live."

"Don't try to distract me," he hisses, immediately erasing any trace of mirth from the conversation. "You're a liability. Who's to say you won't get caught again? Do you have any idea what I'll go through if people find out I was the one who introduced a thief into their midst?"

You'd have robbed them regardless of knowing them or not, but saying that won't do you any favours.

"If merely knowing me is an issue, you're already in trouble," you say instead, and instantly realise it wasn't the correct thing to say either.

"Yes, brat," Avery snarls, eyes flashing. "That is precisely the problem. And right now, I can only see one way to solve it."

"Come on, they don't know who I am yet," you snap, patience running out now that you've already antagonised him anyway. "Turn me in and they'll know for sure that you've been hanging around a criminal."

He scoffs. "I'll plead ignorance, naturally. They have no reason to think I knew anything."

"I'll tell them everything else, then," you vow, because at this point you have nothing left to lose. "Every sordid little detail. They may forgive you for unknowingly associating yourself with a thief, but will your reputation survive word getting out that you approach vulnerable orphans so you have an easy target to groom into the arm candy you want? Into your perfect little sex toy?"

"Whore!" he roars loud enough for you to fear it was heard outside the car, and grabs you by the hair again. "You think you can threaten me?! It'll be my word against a random orphan's, who do you think they'll believe?"

"They may not believe me at first, no," you half-chuckle, half-gasp from the pain. "But once I'm gone and you've found some pretty little socialite to hang off your arm—because it certainly wouldn't do to hang around any more 'random orphans' for a while lest they really start getting suspicious—you know that won't be the end yet."

He opens his mouth to reply, but you don't let him, too incensed to stop now. "It won't be the end, because when that pretty little socialite is sucking your cock in my place, you can bet she'll want to see if those other rumours are true so she can tell her friends. So tell me, sir, when she runs her tongue along the vein under your dick and your eyes roll backward like I said they would, or scrapes her teeth just the tiniest bit against the tip and your hips thrust forward, just like I said they would, who then will they believe?"

For a few seconds, all that's heard inside the car is the sound of your combined laboured breathing. His jaw is clenched so tightly that it'll be a wonder if his teeth are intact after this.

You break the silence first. "Let me go, Avery."

His grip tightens for a moment, before he finally relents. He doesn't speak a word as he turns away from you, switches the ignition on and leaves the parking spot.

"The orphanage?" he asks curtly.

"No," you reply tiredly. "Harvest Street, if it's alright. Need to get some footage deleted as soon as possible."

It's not a request you'd ever risk making normally for many reasons, but these are special circumstances. He hums in acknowledgement, and the rest of the journey is silent.

Finally, Avery parks in an alley close to Harvest Street. The very last part of town that's still respectable, in case there's anyone around to recognise his car.

"Don't tell me where you're going," he says, eyes still staring ahead. "But when you're done, you're coming straight back here. I'll wait."

You grind your teeth, considering your options. He's obviously not happy and you're definitely going to catch hell for earlier, but at least he's not dropping you entirely.

"Twenty minutes, tops," you finally say, and he only nods in reply.

You're back in fifteen. Landry had cringed when you told him about the footage, and luckily you still had some favours he owed you so it didn't take much at all for him to assure you any traces of you would be gone from both police records and private security cameras by the end of the day.

"Will this happen again?" Avery asks, turning on the car as soon as you're back inside it.

"No." You'll make sure of it.

"You must be rather satisfied with yourself." His voice is calm, but when he glances at you, there's still traces of his previous anger in his gaze.

You really aren't. You got caught on camera and nearly lost both your freedom and your most stable source of income for it, as well as whatever weird relationship you two have outside of the sugar daddy and sugar baby dynamic. Avery is a nasty, angry man who thinks throwing money at people will make them love him and cares far too much about what others will say, but none of that means you want to lose him.

No, you're not satisfied at all. But you can't say any of that without reigniting his temper, and you're already on thin ice. So you stay quiet.

Until you notice you're no longer heading towards the orphanage, that is.

"Where are we going?" you ask before you've had time to make sure no panic would slip into your voice.

"My place," he replies, instantly flooring you. "After all, it wouldn't do for you to rob me next simply because you didn't know it was my house."

You open your mouth, but no words come out.

"Plus," he continues, voice far too nonchalant in a way that instantly snaps you back into reality. "You didn't think you were getting away with your little tantrum without consequences, did you? You're lucky I don't give up on you once and for all."

He only briefly looks at you before turning back towards the road, eyes full of rage and lust in equal measures which immediately tell you everything you need to know about what your next hours are going to be like. Possibly the next day.

"Come on, babe," you chuckle nervously, hoping to appeal to the lust you saw in hopes that it makes your punishment if only a little bit lighter. "You know whatever little socialite you found after me was never gonna feel as good as I can make you feel."

His eyes flash towards you again, but he doesn't reply—and yet that matters little, because that brief look was enough to know with full certainty that you're right. You both know damn well he doesn't want to lose you either, whether he wants to admit it or not.

Which he won't, but there's no need for it. After all, Avery's weakness has always been and will always be that no matter what words leave or don't leave his mouth, the truth never stays hidden for long once you look into his eyes.

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