#dol fic

[softmangoes]

how the LIs come

18+

pure!sydney buries his face into your chest, lapping at your nipple with a warm tongue. "you're beautiful," he breathes, eyes filled with adoration as he watches you roll your hips. you take him so well and yet, he is taken by you. when you place your hand around his throat, his eyes widen. "beloved," sydney gasps, clutching you as he fills you with the warmth of his worship.

"wonderful." corrupt!sydney's breath is warm against your ear as he rocks his hips into you. one of his hands is busy stroking you, coaxing breathy moans as you fuck yourself against him. your hand braces against the shelf. there are students milling around in the distance. "i can feel you clenching around me," he whispers, pushing himself in deeper. there's a note of fanaticism to his voice, an obsessiveness in his embrace that threatens to drive you over the edge. it takes all of your strength not to keen. thankfully, his fingers, so soft and smooth, slip into your mouth. "but we wouldn't want the others to know that, do we?"

"so fucking whiney," whitney curses, taking your hair in his fist as he fucks you against the desk. "you've been waiting for this, haven't you?" he sinks his teeth into your skin, rakes his nails across your hips as he comes. whitney is selfish, but his marks burn in a way you can't resist. he doesn't wait for you to adjust yourself and pulls up his trousers. you hear him fasten his belt. "better clean yourself up before the break's over."

kylar whines. he can't help it. all week, he's been saving himself for you, palming his groin whenever it got too unbearable, all because he wanted to fill you up once you were back in his arms. "you look so beautiful like this," he gasps against your neck, rutting into you with jerky, desperate thrusts. "you'll, hah, take everything that i can give you, right?"

there's a grumble that builds within eden's throat - part growl, part rolling of thunder as his hips meet yours. "you're mine," he says gruffly, his tongue licking a hot stripe along your neck. the hunter has you pinned. his massive body cages you in while he thrusts, cock twitching inside of you as he smashes his mouth against yours to swallow your moans. when he pulls away, he licks his teeth, admiring your sweat-slicked skin as his release leaks out of you. what a sight he is, your hunter. what a feast you are, his prey. "don't you ever forget that."

"we have to be quiet," robin muffles his moans by pressing his mouth against yours. he's got you in his lap, arms wrapped around your body as he thrusts. just a few minutes ago, he had been playing video games. now, his hands are occupied, sculpting your sides. your back. when you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull, he lets out a needy whine that you silence by taking his lips between your teeth.

ivory wraith hums, a sonorous thrum that vibrates the very marrow of your bones. when his pleasure crests, it is the surge of the current. the coiling of a great and powerful tide that washes over you, drowning you as he swells. "droplet," he sighs, pressing a cold kiss to your temple. the specter's embrace is gentle yet possessive, his caress carrying the promise of adoring you during this lifetime and a thousand more. "may we never part again."

#degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity fic #dol fic #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #kylar the loner #whitney the bully #ivory wraith #my writing #honestly at this point i want to write some more ivory stuff bc i find them cute #eden the hunter

[myraintolerant]

Within the Woods

*Something terrible is hunting you.*

The sound of my pounding heart echoed in my ears, dark shadows of trees loomed over me, enveloping the light around me, their dark shadows contorting into shapes that were almost human. The orange leaves crunched under my bare feet as I ran and the trees…oh god…the trees! “Sinner…”

“Thief..”

“You can’t run forever”

They taunted me, whispering, laughing. I never saw the branch extending toward me legs until

THUNK

it was too late. The thick wooden branches and vines grew too quickly, for every one I would unravel another would replace it. “Please…please don’t…I’m sorry, please.” My pleading fell upon deaf ears. They were coming, they wouldn’t stop.

“Come to me.” They whispered, cold lips kissing my ear. I trembled under their touch, feeling their freezing hands first, grabbing me loose from the vines. Maybe, just maybe they would take pity on me, maybe they would let me leave once I was free? I opened my eyes, still trembling in fear and looked up to face them, and any spark of hope was dashed instantly. They were terrifying, beautiful and haunting all in one, entirely inhumane, too perfect, too imperfect. Their eyes were a cold blood red, their skin pale, and taller than any human could be. It had long silver hair that grasped at me….and tentacles? It’s pale appendages restrained me, rendering me entirely immobile. Kicking and clawing I tried to scream but they grasped my throat.

“Embrace it.” Their voice.. terrible..no…was….beautiful. My mind went numb. I was wrong to fear it…..they wanted me.

I belonged with them, I was made for them. I was theirs. I was safe with them.

Time lost all meaning, names and faces blended into one unrecognizable mess. It didn’t matter anymore, I was here, with them

“Y̴̡͓̖͉̦̩̤̳̰̯̔́͛̉̐̇̎͘̚͜ͅọ̸̝̝͋̓͊̇͆̏̈̀̎̽͛ư̸̢̧̨̛͎̻̼͈͈̘͔͓̬̻͋̾̐͋̽̈́͒̍̃̕ͅ ̶̛̼͔͉̤̥̼͔͖̝̗̌̆͗̏̈́̃̌̋̾͆̀̑͜ȃ̵͚̭̟͇̂́͐̓̒̍̂͑̑̊̚͝͝r̶̬̿͋̔̔͗̀̕ë̴̠͓́̿̆ ̷̧̰̼̲͍̫̱̹̤͔̗̤̜̫͋͋͗̇͐h̴̥̤̍̅ȏ̸͎̻͔̺̖̮̩̣̼̲̩̹͔̿̌͑͆̐̎̋̉̉͜ͅm̵̼͓̑̃͒͠͠ẹ̵̡̨̢̥̖̪̠̹̊́̍̍̐̔́́̍͝”

#ivory wraith #degrees of lewdity pc #degrees of lewdity #dol pc #dol fanfic #dol fic #ivorywraithlover #fanfic

[propertyofkylar]

science lesson - m!kylar x gn!pc

you've never seen a penis in person before, and your best friend kylar helps you out with that :)

It was a normal day and you were laying on Kylar’s bed while he messed around on his computer. What he did with all those monitors, you never were sure.

You were flipping through some manga he had pulled off a shelf (you had picked one for yourself at random but when Kylar saw it, he ran and snatched it out of your hands, his face bright red, mumbling something about how this one would be better).

But the words on the pages weren’t registering because there was something else that was heavily weighing on your mind.

“Hey, Kylar?” You spoke hesitantly, but your best friend immediately spun around in his chair the moment he heard your voice. “Can I ask you something?”

Kylar swallowed audibly, but you weren’t sure why. “U-um. I mean, of course. You can always ask me anything!”

You sighed, setting the book down and sitting up. “Well…” you chewed on your bottom lip, trying to figure out how to phrase it. “You know…you know how in science class, Sirris always shows those videos and diagrams and stuff?”

Kylar looked slightly confused, but nodded nonetheless.

“It’s just that, um,” now you were the one gulping. You steeled yourself before continuing. “I dunno if I’m doing a good job in that class and I thought maybe…maybe it’s because I don’t know what it’s actually like.”

Kylar frowned a little before his eyebrows shot all the way up. “Do you mean…” he seemed at a loss for words.

Feeling your face flush, you turned away from him. “I thought maybe you could help me with some, um, practical experience.”

In response, Kylar sucked in a breath so quickly that it sent him into a coughing fit. Once it was over, his own face was bright red. He looked really nervous, but awkwardly stood up from his chair and came to sit next to you.

“You mean you want me to…” he trailed off again, seemingly unable to put his thoughts into words.

Fearing you would lose your confidence any moment, you quickly nodded.

“Can you please show me your…p-penis?” You stumbled over the words. Kylar looked like he was about to pass out and for a moment, you really thought he was going to. You placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked at you before he tugged his pants down.

The sight of the huge bulge in his underwear made you a little breathless. But you only saw it for a moment because Kylar quickly pulled his underwear off in the next instant.

You were immediately mesmerized as you watched his thick cock spring out, already hard, the tip slapping against the sweatshirt he still had on. “Wow,” you whispered without even thinking. Kylar was blushing harder than you’d ever seen, but was unable to speak. He just stared intensely at you.

Scooting even closer, you leaned in to get a good look at it. “Are they always this big?”

“U-um,” Kylar rubbed a hand across his face. “I don’t think so. I think mine is just, uh, extra big. Or at least that’s what I’ve seen in the locker room…”

“Wow,” you said again, reaching out a hand but stopping yourself. “Can I touch it?”

“Yes!” Kylar blurted out, before visibly shrinking back. “I mean, uh. Y-yeah. Only if you want to.”

Nodding, you reached your hand back out and tentatively stroked his shaft. “It’s a lot warmer than I thought. And it’s really hard.” Experimentally, you wrapped a fist around it, and Kylar yelped.

You drew back like it had burned you. “What? I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”

“N-no!” Kylar quickly said. “I just didn’t expect that.”

The two of you looked at each other and Kylar drew in a shaky breath as he reached out to hold your hand, guiding it back to his cock. “If you go gently it, um. It feels good…” he mumbled, slowly moving your hand up and down. He shivered.

“Oh,” you said, beginning to forget why you had asked to do this and only thinking about how you wanted to feel him more and more. “Have you done this before? Like with…”

“No! No way,” Kylar said quickly. “Just myself. And,” he blushes even harder and looked away. “I’ve seen it in porn and stuff too.”

You nodded and waited for Kylar to look at you again. “Can I keep going?”

Kylar whimpered and squirmed. “Please,” he whispered.

You felt a little embarrassed especially never having done this before, but you figured it would be mean if you stopped now. And Kylar was being really kind and really brave showing you his dick, so you knew you couldn’t stop. So, you began stroking him again, without his guidance.

He let out another whine and you hesitated, but the look in his eyes made you keep going. “Oh my god,” he mumbled. Kylar looked happier than you’d ever seen him before.

You shifted positions so you could bring your head even closer to his lap, studying his cock up close. It felt warm in your hand, and you admired the veins bulging on the sides, the flushed red head and what you remembered from science class to be precum beading at the tip.

You didn’t even think twice before you leaned in and licked it off. It tasted weird, but not awful.

Kylar gasped when you did that. “W-why?”

Honestly, you didn’t even know yourself. So you just shrugged and licked it again. Kylar moaned and a hand grasped your hair. “Please don’t stop,” he whispered.

You didn’t. You even tried wrapping your mouth around the massive thing, but found you could barely get past the tip. That, plus as soon as you did, Kylar thrust into your mouth, making you gag.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry!” He said quickly. “I didn’t mean to! It wasn’t on purpose! It just…happened.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled up at him. Kylar looked like he was about to cry. You set back to stroking him and occasionally licking and sucking.

Kylar started muttering incomprehensibly. “You’re so nice. You’re the best. I love you. I love you so, so, so much.”

But you barely could hear him. You were too busy studying your newfound favorite thing. You memorized the taste of his skin, the heft of his shaft, the feeling of it pulse in your hands. It kept twitching and eventually, the twitches became more frequent.

“Oh my god,” Kylar moaned. “I…I’m gonna…c-cum.”

You watched in amazement as thick ropes of cum spurted out, landing on your hands, your face and even some in your hair. Kylar’s eyes were squeezed shut and he was panting heavily, but as soon as his eyes reopened he had a look of terror on his face. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to get it everywhere. Let me grab a tissue.”

Luckily, Kylar happened to have a box of tissues right next to his bed, sitting atop his nightstand next to a bottle of lotion and a framed photo of the two of you.

After you got cleaned up, you smiled at Kylar. “Thanks,” you said. “That was fun. And educational!”

“…yeah,” Kylar said. He looked like he wanted to say more, but hesitated. You put a hand on his still bare thigh and encouraged him. “Um. I-I think it’s not fair if I’m the only one who gets to feel good.”

You cocked your head, confused. He inhaled before continuing. “I mean, it’s only fair if I get to do the same to you now, right?”

Your throat went dry as you realized what he was asking. He frowned a little in response, his confidence growing. “You got to see me naked. So I get to see you now. Right?”

It was hard to argue with that. So you nodded, and Kylar beamed as he pushed you down onto the bed.

It was definitely a very educational experience.

#kylar def thinks ur dating after this btw #degrees of lewdity #dol #kylar the loner #dol kylar #writing #yeehaw #decided i will post now i want it to be my 4000th post #if everyone wants will write sequel maybe ? for kylar to pleasure pc #idk #here you guys go #enjoy it #read it #tell me you love me #etc #this fic is so fuckign stupid #im going to push kylar off a cliff #bestie kylar

[likesunsetorange]

“but it’s gonna be okay now, alright?” — deliveries of love chapter 17 | commission by lacampanule

#eremika #eremika fanart #eremika fic #aot #attack on titan #snk #vic’s fics #dol

[hakusins]

saturday night dance

#self-indulgent because ive been reading too many avery fics #and i now have a very very strong need for this good for nothing man. #avery the businessman #avery the businessperson #fan art #art #mine #my fan art #my art #dol pc #eri the orpan #dol avery #avery x pc #degrees of lewdity #dol #dol related #i was rlly uncertain with how i was drawing him and then i gave him the maroon shirt #and i was rlly that kronk meme going “oh...its all coming together” #but again #i played too much with the filters #HBJREHBFHBJERBF #honestly i need to do a finished piece one day without the filters #but the sliders are so fun to go BWOOSH in

[essenceofarda]

OF BLESSED THYME & THISTLE | Chapter 1 | Page 5

Masterlist of Pages

Faramir’s cousin, Lothiriel, comes to Minas Tirith to become a companion of his new bride, Eowyn, something that he hopes will ease Eowyn’s rough transition into Gondorian Society. Eowyn, for her part, decides her new companion would in turn make the perfect bride for her brother, Eomer King of Rohan. Matchmaking shenanigans ensue 😏

When the aunties pull no punches 😳😖 Poor Eowyn lol

I'm actually kinda super proud of how this page turned out LOL

#Lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien fanart #tolkien art #lotr fanart #lotr art #lotr fic #lotr fanfic #lotr comic #lord of the rings fanfic #lord of the rings fanart #eowyn of rohan #eowyn x faramir #faramir x eowyn #farawyn #eothiriel #lothiriel of dol amroth #eomer x lothiriel #my art #Eowyn tries SO hard to make a good impression on her relatives (none of whom are impressed #by the fact that she's the FREAKING WITCH KING SLAYER) #and they're just like #varying levels of asshole to her :( #Mainly Faramir's aunt is #bc his aunt's husband's niece (an antagonist in this story) was the preferred bride to be #so Faramir's aunt is a little miffed that Faramir chose an 'uncivilized' woman of the 'lesser men' to marry #instead of #y'know the one she herself chose for Faramir to marry #not that faramir was ever inclined to do so in the first place lol

[flaneur001]

I’m gonna go ahead and say it, Whitney has me whipped. And after lurking here and finding so little fics about them, I decided to take matters into my own hands lol. So here it is~

CW- themes of self hate, cursing/swearing, it’s sfw but mildly suggestive

Boyfriend! Whitney x GN Reader

Silent Confessions

His eyes opened by a fraction, blue orbs adjusting to the street light filtering in through the window in the small, stuffy room. He blinked rapidly, as if only now remembering how he ended up here. Whitney gently shifted in the small creaky bed, the worse for wear sheets covering your half naked body rode down with his movements.

You whined a little, flailing your arms around in an attempt to pull the boy closer, further entangling your limbs, under the sheets.

“Stop moving” you mumbled nosing along the crook of his neck. The sound of his steady pulse against your face gave you a sense of security, and a feeling of familiarity. A feeling that you were growing dangerously attached to, “l’m cold” you managed to whisper. Even half asleep you could practically see, no, feel him roll his eyes.

“You’re getting way too comfortable with me, aren’t you little one… ordering me around now, huh?” he murmured as he shifted in the cramped space, easily scooping you up and placing you atop him, as he pulled the old blanket over both of your forms. Despite his rough tone, his hands were gentle, like always. His chin came to rest on your head, strong arms holding your waist like a lifeline, and you found yourself unconsciously matching your breathing with his, secretly loving the way both of your chests touched when they rose and fell in tandem.

A beat of silence passed. Both of you said nothing, just listened to the sound of your combined breathing dancing in the dark. Whitney rubbed soothing circles on your back, slender fingers inching down to find the words written in black permanent marker near your left hip.

A small frown creased his forehead. His blue eyes caught the words emblazoned on your skin, reflected into the mirror of the dilapidated armoire. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he kept staring at the reflection transfixed.

He saw the way your legs wrapped around his waist, how your head rested on his chest, and those damned words that he himself wrote, sat there on your body, mocking him.It was all too intimate, and suddenly he regretted letting his guard down. Regretted letting you drag him to this dump of a place.

It was somewhere he had sworn not to enter. He had been here with his lackeys before. But he never stayed long. Those fleeting glimpses into your life were enough to sate his curiosity. Of this weird fixation he held about you. He hated that he was almost obsessed about knowing what you did after school, where you lived, whom you hung out with.

But when you finally humored his stupid request and took him to your crusty old orphanage, that small shy smile you wore when you showed him your bedroom, tore at his heart in a way that he simply couldn’t comprehend. He felt nauseated at the idea of defiling you in a place you felt safe in. Promising to himself that he will not ruin this little haven that you called home.

Yet here he was bathing in the after effects of his selfish decisions. No he wasn’t selfish. He was downright greedy. Eagerly taking everything that you so naively offered. That’s how your relationship had always been. Him taking incessantly and you giving immeasurably.

He heaved out a shuddering breath, willing his eyes to move from the reflection. He looked around the small quarters in a desperate attempt to divert his thoughts away from the dangerous chasm that they were leading him to.

You will never be enough for them

He clenched his eyes shut trying to drown out the annoying voice.

They are too kind for a pathetic human like you. You will simply drag them down.

“Shut.Up” he ground out, his grip tightening unconsciously around you. You winced in your sleep and Whitney blanched. He instantly loosened his grip and pressed a soft kiss to your hair as a silent apology.

He could hear the birds chirrup in the distance. Cold air found its way through a draft in the window to tickle his skin. The dawn was approaching. He gently rolled over and placed you in the centre of the bed, carefully tucking you in as he slipped out of the covers silently.

Despite his solemn mood, a small smile crept up his face at the beautifully disheveled state you presented. Hair all mussed up, lips swollen legs sticking out from underneath his white shirt that covered your chest. Unable to stop himself he leaned down and caught your lips in a soft kiss, tasting those feathery dreams that he dared not see with open eyes.

He roved a hand though his blond hair, moving the fringe aside to get a good look at your face.

“So trusting. Letting your guard down around me” he laughed bitterly. Unbidden his eyes flitted to the words on your left hip and he looked away quickly before he started thinking too deeply about it.

It was an impulse. Yes. That’s exactly what it was. You both were intoxicated and he was so lost in the way you pleasured him, that he simply didn’t think before he wrote.

He stood to his full height and walked towards the door of the small room. He better slip out before that shady bitch Bailey found him.

Hovering a little by the door, he hesitated before stalking to your desk and grabbing a sheet of paper. “Screw it” he whispered taking a pen and quickly scribbling a note before he could talk himself out of it.

“You can keep the shirt. It looks better on you ;)”

He folded the small note and placed it beside your head, proudly sauntering outside your room shirtless. He didn’t look back, as he left you slumbering. Leaving nothing but his shirt and the words behind that he was too afraid to say to you.

And surely, you were in for a surprise when you would wake up and see “I love you” resting on your hip in his messy penmanship instead of the usual “Whitney’s toy”

#ashe writes #my words #short fiction #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #boyfriend whitney #fluff #dol fanfic #whitney dol #dol headcanons #I don’t own the art posted here #gender neutral reader #Whitney makes me feel things basbssz #hehe #whitney brainrot #degrees of lewdity fic #not proofread

[hatkuu]

reversing the norm and instead sneaking into kylar’s room in the middle of the night (when he finally actually sleeps)…he wakes up to you riding him and is so happy he might think he’s still dreaming

i think i've written something similar like this... found it!!

if he thinks he's still dreaming he'd probably use you like a human fleshlight or his anatomically correct sex doll. thrusts upwards into you so hard that it knocks the breath out of you, hitting your cervix/prostate with so much vigor that it makes your stomach flip inside out.

needless to say, you're better off waking him up if you want to walk tomorrow. he gets a little too excited.

#hatkuuasks #kylar the loner #dol kylar #yeah :) #he's a sweetie #i'll probably write a fic in relation to this eventually #also i've sorted out my accommodation for this year of uni! so now i can stop having my blog indefinitely on the back burner! #yippee

[yaekiss]

꩜ Room Content: GN! Reader x GN! Yan! Sydney the Faithful, no gendered terms used for reader or Sydney, nsfw bulleted point towards the end where reader tops and chokes Sydney, unhealthy relationship from Sydney, worshipping, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: This is so all over the place my bad LOL anyways some quick thoughts on how yan!Sydney the Faithful would play out, I also have thoughts about how it'd be like once the relationship has corrupted Sydney into their Fallen development but those r thoughts for another day orz...

- Started out as something harmless and cute, you spent so much time with them and you're one of the nicest people they've met in school so far, you’re probably their first crush ever !

- And when you reciprocate their love confession, those euphoric firework feelings never really fizzle out

- As your relationship progresses, you become all they can think about, be it while stamping the overdue books during their morning library counter duties or during mass

- Their eyes wander to where you’re seated at the end of the pew, next to some other initiate. Maybe you’re talking to them, maybe you’re just quietly listening to Jordan, but neither stop a strange new emotion from bubbling up in them

- When they see Jordan push the bread into your mouth, something in them twists. They’re not sure if they want to be the one to gingerly press the bread onto your tongue or if they want you to be the one to do the same to them

- If you took Jordan’s place, would they be able to hold back from enveloping your fingers in their mouth? To stop themselves from savouring you as if you were holier than anything in the temple itself? Sydney has to shake to clear away the thoughts, which catches your eye and, heavens above, what wouldn’t they do to keep your gaze upon them for a second more?

- Also thinking about a Devotion meter that serves as something like Kylar's Jealousy meter

- But unlike Kylar, they're more self-assured in your love for them. If anything, the more you remain steadfast in your relationship with them when others try to steal your attention away, the faster their devotion accumulates. (It’ll be even worse if you had an angel transformation, what’s stopping them from believing you should be worshipped?) 

- Both Sirris and Sydney know about your living circumstances so it's not terribly difficult to convince their parent to let you stay over for a night or two when they come to pick Sydney up at the temple. Besides, Danube street and the orphanage are so close to each other, it’ll be no trouble at all!

- And if they take your hand into their clasped ones in the middle of the night, knelt at the edge of the bed while you’re asleep, feverishly praying for salvation for the both of you, surely you wouldn’t mind

- They find themselves rubbing at their holy pendant a lot more these days when they think about you. (When their thoughts stray into more inappropriate unholy territories, they fantasise about you wrapping the cord of their pendant around your hand to use it as leverage while you pound into them, the sensation of being choked by you might just send them to heaven ♡)

- Perhaps they need to bring you to the prayer room to fully show how much they need to worship you + + Devotion

Thanks for reading! Consider supporting me on kofi if you enjoyed this or check out my other works hehe ♡

#📜.qi writings #📜.qi rambles #yandere #degrees of lewdity #dol #dol x reader #yandere dol #sydney the faithful #dol sydney #dol sydney x reader #yandere dol sydney #yandere x reader #not... super sure if I'm happy w this since it's super rough but then again my bullet point thoughts r meant to be rough ig?? #maybe I'll string this into a fic one day #anyways my dearest dol mutuals feel free to like add on any yan!sydney thoughts <33 #really wanted to bring out the religious kid's first crush gone wrong (gone yan) kind of vibe #idk if it's clear enough #hmm

[softmangoes]

you, the LIs, and a bundle of rope

18+ only

pure! sydney is intrigued. "is this what you needed help with?" he chuckles softly, his golden eyes are so warm, so honey-sweet. you want to drink him, have him melt onto your tongue like communion. when you tug on his chest harness to take his bottom lip between your teeth, he mewls against your mouth.

corrupt! sydney is ecstatic. "beloved," he purrs, his limbs ensared by the rope you carefully wove around him. a bead of drool glistens in the corner of his mouth as the vibrator hums inside of him. "why don't you come a little closer?" his tongue, wet and pink, traces his lips. there's hunger in his eyes. "it's been too long since i've tasted you."

whitney fights you. "fucking freak," he spits, struggling to free himself. you knew he would be difficult and you certainly have a few more bruises. and yet, you can't help but admit that he looks so cute all helpless like that, fury twisting his flushed face. his protests quiet once you take him into your mouth, his snarls turning into nothing more than breathy huffs.

there's a glazed look in kylar's eyes. "m-my love?" he stutters, straining against the rope constricting his arms. tears begin to well in his eyes. you are so far. too far. can't you see that he needs you? why can't you hold him? it's only when you straddle him and take him inside that he finds his breath, planting desperate kisses along your chest as you fuck him into a whimpering mess.

"you thought this would work?" eden scoffs, breaking free with ease. he's on you before you can even realize it, tying your wrists to the bedpost with the practiced grace of years of trapping prey. his breath is hot on your neck, his teeth sharp. "it'll take a lot more than that to keep me from you," he growls, taking ahold of your hips before thrusting into you.

robin laughs. "i didn't know you were into this stuff," he says. you trail your fingers along his skin, grazing the knots across his chest. his breath hitches as you reach between his thighs, his length twitching against the warmth of your palm. he licks his lips, nervous. a blush spreads across his face. "you'll be gentle with me...right?"

"you think that can bind me?" the wraith croons curiously, the rope phasing through him. a cool tentacle wraps around you, pulling you into his embrace. fingers slip under your shirt as his tendrils caress your thighs. they sink into you while a pair of luminescent eyes train on you, amused. his gaze is depthless and full of a desire you cannot begin to fathom. the tentacle curls within you, making you moan against his neck. "we are already bound, droplet."

#degrees of lewdity #dol fic #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #robin the orphan #eden the hunter #ivory wraith #i wanted to try something different and for the past week i've been thinking about shibari lol #this was written with a defiant!pc in mind #i added ivory because i love them and they're so pretty ugh #my writing

[propertyofkylar]

little m!mason x gn!pc fic

cw: teacher/student relationship, dubcon, dominant reader

Ending the school day in swimming class was always a delight. Going in the pool was a relaxing way to finish a difficult day. Plus, you got to see your favorite teacher.

Today, you were in full teasing mode. Flaunting your body whenever possible, “accidentally” letting your swimsuit slip. Each time, you noticed how Mason averted his eyes. And it made you want more.

But at the end of class, as you climbed out of the pool, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Come back and see me after you get changed,” Mason said, unable to meet your gaze. And while your classmates started laughing about how you were in trouble, you were filled with excitement.

You put your uniform back on and waited for the other students to leave before heading into the pool room, where Mason was sitting on a bench. You took a seat beside him and moved closer than necessary, pressing your thigh against his.

Mason wasn’t looking your direction at all, instead focusing on some random spot on the wall. “You’re really terrible, you know that,” he said, his voice sounding strained.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “And yet you’re the one who asked me to see you, hm?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he sighed, before finally turning his head to look at you. You smiled at him and he blushed.

“Cute,” you teased, and he dropped his head into his hands.

“Do you know what would happen if we got caught? What they would say about me…” Mason trailed off.

You rolled your eyes. “You say that every time. And we haven’t gotten caught. Besides…” your hand trailed up his thigh and you felt him shudder. It made you smile. “You’re having fun anyway, right?”

Mason sighed again, looking you in the eyes. But if he was going to say something it was quickly forgotten as you leaned in and kissed him.

His lips were soft, and as usual, every inch of him smelled of chlorine. You felt him hesitate before placing his hands on your waist, kissing you back with more eagerness than he would’ve liked to admit. You groped at his crotch, his swim trunks still damp from the pool, and enjoyed his soft moans as you felt the bulge grow.

“That’s what I thought,” you murmured against his lips, and he let out an indignant “mmph” as a response.

When you pulled away, his head tilted forward slightly, as if the absence of your lips made him lose balance. Mason’s eyes widened as you slipped off the bench and settled between his legs.

“H-here?” He said in a strangled tone. “Out in the open?”

You rolled your eyes as you tugged his trunks down, enjoying the sight of his hard cock smacking against his toned stomach. “Relax,” you said as you languidly began to pump his shaft. “School’s over. No one’s gonna walk in. And even if they do…” you smirked as Mason’s face grew red. “They’ll just be jealous, anyway.”

“You’re awful,” he said, turning his head away as your hand moved faster.

“You’re not telling me to stop,” you replied, leaning forward to lick a drop of precum from the head of his dick. He didn’t say anything, but you could see his muscles clench.

Mason rubbed his hand across his face and let out yet another sigh. You moved your head to suck on the side of his shaft and he practically whimpered.

“Please,” he breathed, his eyes squeezed shut.

You looked up at him innocently. “Please what? Please stop? Please keep going? Look at me. How can you be a good teacher if you can’t even use your words properly?”

Mason exhaled shakily before opening his eyes and staring directly at you. The intensity made your heart skip a beat.

“Please suck my cock…”

You grinned. “See, was that so hard? You’re so cute when you speak so lewdly like that.”

Relaxing your throat, you wrapped your lips around his dick, reveling in the way Mason was instantly moaning. You slid your head forward taking in as much of his length as you could, until your nose was practically touching his stomach.

If Mason wasn’t looking at you before, he definitely couldn’t take his eyes off of you now. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and he whined, reaching a hand out to palm the back of your head. “Fuck…” he whispered.

You smiled but didn’t say anything, your mouth clearly preoccupied. Mason started thrusting his hips into your mouth and you expertly held back your gag reflex. This was nothing new to you, after all.

You bobbed your head as you alternated between licking and sucking, never doing the same thing for too long to keep Mason on his toes. And it was working. He was getting increasingly flustered, his hands tangling in your hair as you continued your work.

He bit down on his lip and then the palm of his hand to keep from crying out, but even still, his stuttered breaths reverberated in the empty pool room. You idly wondered what would even happen if the two of you got caught. Probably blackmail, you mused, especially if the one who caught you was Leighton.

“F-fuck,” Mason whined, breaking you out of your distracted thoughts. “I-I’m gonna…”

He trailed off and you hummed happily around his cock as an assent. Mason clearly couldn’t help himself and cried out as your mouth filled up with his hot, salty cum.

You pulled off his cock with a pop and gave him another winning smile. He dropped his head into his hands.

“You’re…you’re the absolute worst,” he groaned.

A glance at the clock made you yelp and stand up. “Sorry, babe. I’m gonna be late for work. We can continue this tomorrow, yeah?” You pressed a quick, wet kiss to his cheek before grabbing your bag and dashing off. “You owe me for this!”

And you left Mason sitting entirely naked on the bench, flushed and panting.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #mason the swimming teacher #degrees of lewdity x reader #writing #cw dubcon #incredibly self indulgent #i wanna suck his dick sosososoo bad #so i wrote this #it's a combo of like 3 fic ideas i had last night #will probably write more #hope u like it

[likesunsetorange]

a little misunderstanding between two neighbors

deliveries of love | commission by lacampanule

#eremika #eremika fanart #eremika fic #aot #attack on titan #snk #vic’s fics #dol

[digenerate-trash]

I desire yan!Whitney, him beating the shit out of people for just looking at what's his.

I would expect nothing less to be honest with you. you know that one scene in math where one kid looks at you in math and Whitney goes nuts??? I made it worse (this is gonna veer off into violence hope that's cool. also gonna trigger tagging this for blood/yan antics/gn pc/Whitney shenanigans.)

Whitney is always a menace. He has just been getting steadily worse. Usually, he's a big fan of whoring you out when he can for cash or approval from his less-than-stellar friends, but even that's come to a rather strange halt. He's more interested in spending time with you alone now. He even started to ditch school taking you with him. 

You’re actually starting to worry about him. He's barely the same guy you met at the start of the year. He's still an asshole sure. But he is /different/. More people are starting to avoid you. And they whisper Whitney's name when you walk by, even when you're alone. People don't dare touch you or even talk to you anymore. Even some of the teachers have started ignoring you. You can't shake the feeling that this is all by design somehow. 

It all comes to a head in the middle of math, however. River gets called away to attend to something, but you're not sure what, You weren't listening as you lean into Whitney's shoulder. He plays with your hair gently and zones out. He's not in the mood for chaos today. He likes the feeling of you relaxed against him.

When you look around the room just for a brief moment you tense. A boy is staring at the two of you. This seems to jolt Whitney back from his daydream and he immediately spots the boy. His face contorts into a scowl as his grip on your hair tightens. 

“Why are you staring at them?” *his voice is loud though he doesn't yell. His gaze is locked on the boy and the class goes silent as they look over at Whitney. Then their poor classmate as Whitney waits for an answer. 

Everyone knows there's no correct response. He's doomed. He's been caught /looking/ at something that's Whitney’s.

The boy stutters a bit. But no comprehensible words come out. Whitney pushes you back into your own seat and nods to one of his friends before he charges the poor student. It’s not long before the boy starts to cry out for help. At first, people are laughing or cheering. It’s fun when it’s not happening to them, but soon The screams and cracks of Whitney's fist against the boy only get worse as time goes on. Whitney's friend guards the door making sure no one leaves. The cheers die out the class watches as Whitney goes far beyond a regular beating. 

You can see it, Whitney is still enraged. He's biting down on his own lip so hard that its started to bleed. His fist is dusted with bruises and his victim's blood. His forehead is covered in sweat as he finally pulls back. The classroom is still silent apart from the haggard breathing of the boy. whitney straightens out his shirt and looks down at the boy before spitting on him before returning to you. He pulls you up by the arm dragging you out of the classroom. No one tries to stop him as he leaves. 

You don’t know what to say to him as you're pulled to the front gates of the school. Should you say anything? Should you have stopped him? Could you have stopped him? Whitney's grip tightens on your wrist as he takes you down into the alleys near the school. He shoves you up against the wall before leaning down and kissing you deeply. 

You can taste the blood in his mouth he seems to want you too as he holds you still against the alley wall. When he pulls back your panting, Whitney finally smirks. It's that cocky playful look that you haven't seen in weeks. He seems to have finally relaxed a bit as he brushes his hair out of his face with one hand the other still holding you still. 

“We should probably skip the rest of the day. I doubt anyone is going to rat on me, but I don't feel like answering any questions right now.” Whitney says before he rubs his bloody knuckles off on his shirt, It wasn't clean before but it looks worse smeared with blood. He tilts your head up slightly grinning “But it's worth it” he promises. “No one is going to ever look at you again.”

#dol #whitney the bully #yan whitney #tw blood #tw fight #tw beating #tw violence #trash fic #pc/whitney #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #gn reader #x reader

[flaneur001]

Random DoL drabble because I’m bored… I just imagined what if Jordan was a LI with the same corruption stat as Sydney. So here it is lol~

CW- Religious themes, it’s sfw but mildly suggestive

Jordan The Priest X GN PC

You are in the Temple. Your hands are loaded with gardening tools as you move in and out of the garden. Your habit is covered in patches of dirt, stray leaves stick to your head and other places. You can feel sweat on your body with the amount of exercise you are getting |++strength +fatigue

As you enter the temple, your shoulder roughly collides with someone making you fall flat on your butt. You feel a sharp twinge of pain, as everything in your grasp is scattered around you |+stress +pain

You look up to see a familiar face loom over you. “I am so sorry, my child” Jordan mutters softly as he bends down and helps you up, lifting you by your arms. “I wasn’t watching where I was going” His long golden hair, slips from the sides of his cowl and tickles your nose. He frantically moves about gathering your scattered items as you dust yourself off.

Jordan smiles at you apologetically as he hands over the items to you, “I apologize again. I see you’re hard at work.” They give you the items. Your fingers brush slightly. You smirk a little and hold his hand yanking him close to your face. His eyes widen as he stares at you, your faces inches apart, “Thank You” you mutter huskily making their breath hitch |+Arousal +Jordan’s Corruption

“Do-don’t mention it” a flush rises to their face, they stutter as they hastily pick up their book from the ground and walk quickly towards the pews without glancing back.

Its evening. You are at the orphanage at Domus street. You are wrapped in a towel as you move about your room, looking for your journal. After an hour long of futile search, your eyes land on a book with a brown leather binding.

It’s similar to yours, but when you flip it open, the name, “Jordan” rests on the page in neat and elegant cursive handwriting.

A curiosity fills you, and you sit on your bed and begin reading through the pages. Most of it is just mundane stuff, their schedule for everyday, some bookkeeping of temple allowances, and even regular musings. You mindlessly flip the pages, almost in a bored fashion when your eyes land on a very recent entry.

“I don’t understand what is happening these days. I find myself facing a deep precipice. This is wrong. So very wrong. In vain have I tried to cleanse myself of these thoughts. These vice like feelings are eating away at my mind. I can sense it. This darkness is slowly sweeping me in its corrupt hands, and I am willingly walking into its embrace.

I had to know you were trouble the moment I saw you drag Sydney into the depths of depravity. Yet I crave for you. I want you to look at me the way you look at them. I want to feel those emotions that feel so foreign to me. I feel alive in so very long a time. I have begun to look forward to the time you sneak up on me when you think I’m not looking. Those fleeting moments have ignited a flame of sorts. So Lord forgive me for I think I have sinned. Because I want to be loved by the sin incarnate”

Your mind swims with possibilities. This is a surprise. You never realised that Jordan reciprocated those feelings. Your heart thuds wildly as you realize something with a start. If you have Jordan’s journal right now, it means that your journal is currently in Jordan’s possession. And it has much more graphic and detailed entries inside it. Your own personal confessional of sorts that always begin with, “Forgive me Jordan, for I have sinned”

It holds several anecdotes about your little crush on the priest. Long paragraphs about the things you’d like to do with him |++ Arousal ++Jordan’s corruption

A lewd warmth fills you, as you think about running into Jordan tomorrow. You feel excited about the situation but it’s too tame to remove the cloud over your mind |-stress

[Silly bonus lols]- You are in the temple garden watering the flowers. You hear some footsteps approaching. It’s Jordan. He doesn’t look you in the eye, as he silently hands you over your journal. You can see his hands trembling a little. A wild tinge of red dusting his cheeks. When you think he’ll leave, he reaches inside his robe and pulls out a bottle. He uncorks it and just like that pours the entire contents all over your head. It seeps through your clothes making you shudder slightly as your habit clings to your body.

“It’s holy water” he mumbles, “You need it”. He leaves you alone in the garden, shivering as he walks back inside |++ Jordan’s corruption

#ashe writes #my words #degrees of lewdity fic #drabble #jordan the pious #jordan the priest #dol headcanons #degrees of lewdity #gender neutral reader #dol #not proofread

[essenceofarda]

OF BLESSED THYME & THISTLE | Chapter 1 | Page 4

Masterlist of Pages

Faramir’s cousin, Lothiriel, comes to Minas Tirith to become a companion of his new bride, Eowyn, something that he hopes will ease Eowyn’s rough transition into Gondorian Society. Eowyn, for her part, decides her new companion would in turn make the perfect bride for her brother, Eomer King of Rohan. Matchmaking shenanigans ensue 😏

Page 4! Hmm... face the witch king again? Or spend your days with Faramir's female relatives (on his father's side) who are non-too-pleased (and make their displeasure very known) with the fact that Faramir wedded one of those "uncouth fair-haired northerners" 🤔 the witch king would be a welcome reprieve from these ladies!!

Thank you to Konartiste (won't let me tag you for some reason?) for making this page happen by donating to my Ko-Fi 💗🥰

I feel kinda bad that this page is non dialogue, so I'll try to get the next page up by sometime this weekend if i can!

#farawyn #faramir #eowyn #eothiriel #lothiriel of dol amroth #eomer/lothiriel #eomer x lothiriel #eomer eadig #eowyn x faramir #faramir/eowyn #faramir x eowyn #eowyn of rohan #lotr #lord of the rings #lotr fic #lotr comic #lord of the rings comic #lord of the rings fanart #lotr fanart #tolkien fanart