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tiramisu-tuesdays · 1 year

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Moving in with Alex and Kylar GN-Reader SFW & NSFW

Alex

Grabbing Your Stuff

When you agreed to move in with him on the farm and be his partner he was ecstatic and his heart was in his throat when you slept with him instead of your own room. He never slept so soundly before. He knew he made the right decision.

You asked if you could grab your stuff and he of course jumped at the chance to fully get your cute little ass fully into his house and make it a home with you. Even when you told him that you didn’t have much he refused to let you get it all on your own.

He was going to get a moving truck when you insisted that you didn’t have anything like that, a small plastic bag would do.

He was shocked when your claim was true. After passing the glaring caretaker that he knew better than to speak to, he was shocked that even the thin and years-old comforter wasn’t even yours. Just a few nicknacks, gifts, and clothes were all you owned. He was selfishly glad about this. It just means he can spoil you so easily, though of course, he felt bad that you had to live through such rough conditions.

He watched as you said goodbye to robin, they sniffled against you and hugged you like you were going to fly away. Alex did step in and say that They were welcome to come and visit whenever they wanted.

He wasn’t surprised when you didn’t take one last look back. You just went headfirst into your future with him, and honestly? That made him fall in love with you even more.

Hauling It In

He insisted on carrying it. It wasn’t much and he just wanted to do something nice. If you continue to insist on holding it as well, he splits the bag so you hold one handle and he holds the other. That’s as far as he’ll let you go on holding it.

When he gets back he brews either coffee or tea, whichever you prefer and he makes sure not to talk about where you came from. Wanting to only focus on the future he had with you.

He broke the silence by grabbing you and spinning you around. Trying to cheer you up and remind you that the future is looking so much brighter. Tickling you and kissing your jawline. He might have forgotten it was a celebration when he grew hard with your skin against his and your melodic giggles. Twirling turns into grinding.

He made sure to pound your perfect little ass until you could only see stars and his face. He wanted to watch his cock fuck in and out of your tight little hole enjoying how warm you ran even on cool spring mornings. He lifts up his shirt since he knows you like looking at him just as much as he likes looking at you. He still tries not to get too shy from your hands exploring.

Once he drives an orgasm from you and he cums deep inside and takes a few moments before he gets the idea to haul your ass up with him still inside you and grab your bag and bring it up to his- or both of your rooms.

Setting Up

He let you wear his hat as he took things one by one out of the bag and asked you where you wanted it. Sometimes playing around and purposefully facing them the wrong way or setting it up wrong. Laughing if you protest or smack him.

When everything is set up he sits on his bed with you to make the reality that you’re finally here with him, fully under one roof with him. His chest swelled with pride and he planned after getting you showered he’d make a nice dinner for the two of you.

The future has never been brighter, he was over the moon you had entered his life. He just hopes the business with Remy doesn’t spoil anything.

Kylar

Stealing Your Stuff

He nearly pissed himself when you were finally secure in his basement. Sure his skin was tingling from what you had done beforehand but he couldn’t help but smile at the wonderful fact you were here now. So close he could touch you whenever you wanted.

It took a very long time, eight weeks and four days until you finally smiled back at him and told him you loved him. Those words went straight to his cock. The feeling of euphoria was fizzling and decaying his brain of rational thought like a tooth sitting in soda pop.

He made sure to breed you, even if you couldn’t carry his children he would will it through how many times he came inside you. At one point even your stomach bloated from how much he came and stuffed a toy inside to keep it from coming out. The basement stinks of sweat and days-old cum. Even make you lick it up out of his own mouth when it spills out.

But now that you’ve fully entrusted your perfect body and mind to him, he was ready to house your soul by moving in with his new spouse and living together. It was going to be a challenge for sure, with his parents and all, but he couldn’t stand another minute without you sleeping in the same bed as him.

But he also wanted you to feel right at home while in his room. Not to mention he also wanted to be surrounded by all your things, masturbating on every single piece of clothing you owned.

So he made a plan before getting you moved into his room. He’d prepare everything, get all your stuff, and set it up as a nice little love nest.

Sneaking It In

He was always careful when sneaking around the orphanage, sure he got caught a few times but out of the hundreds of times he had already been there he was confident he’d be fine.

You didn’t have that much stuff to begin with, so it was easy to grab an armful of things and flee before anyone else saw him. He had to sneak into that redhead’s room because he was crying over one of your blankets. He had to steal that one during school hours. Not like anyone missed him anyways.

He collected all of your belongings and slowly placed them in his room like a dragon with their hoard. And every night when you passed out in your chair he’d look over everything and cum on every single item you owned. Smearing it in so it was always a part of it, sniffing all your clothes, and marking them in a place where only he could see. Mixing both of our scents together in a lewd marriage.

Prepping The Room

He sets up everything before he shows you. Even taking the time to clean up his own room and adjusting the garlic on the door frame and windows, shakily smiling to himself as he takes it all in. a combined space for the two of you, a real love nest. It was better than he ever imagined. He nearly fainted a few times just looking at it all and only masturbated until his cum was watery and balls hurt and his cock was chafed.

He brought you back to his room after meeting his parents and showed you the room both of you would share from now on. He asked over and over if you liked it, showing you everything he set up.

He even sets you on the bed for your first love-making session in his room. Oh, how he wished he had candles to set the mood, but you are just too lovely. Life will never be the same from now on, and he’s so excited to finally be with you.

#The drastic difference #between the two stories #it's adorable #dol #degrees of lewdity #Alex the Farmhand #kylar the loner

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tiramisu-tuesdays · 1 year

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Y'all are WEAK for not giving Kylar acne. That bitch is too greasy to not be covered in pimples.

#Kylar forehead acne #i kiss him #then wipe my mouth off on my sleeve #Jealousy immediately skyrockets 50 points

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tiramisu-tuesdays · 1 year

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“No, absolutely not,” Sydney says. He sounds aghast. You crane your neck to look back over your shoulder at him. You’re on your hands and knees at the mouth of the secret tunnel that leads to the school’s rear grounds. Sydney crouches behind you, hands on his knees. It’s late, the setting sun casts long shadows across the park. The light catches his glasses and casts him in a quickly darkening yellow glow.

You use one of his own favourite moves and pout at him, “Come on, I must have done this a hundred times now. You’ll be fine, Syd, I promise!”

“When I agreed to go out with you I didn’t think that meant following you into a dark dank hole.”

“You know I love hole, I love your dark dank hole,” you tease, barely able to get through the sentence without laughing, “Anyway I told you we’re going on an adventure.”

Sydney doesn’t seem to feel very adventurous. He shuffles forward and sidles up next to you to look past you into the darkness.

“How’d you even find this? Do you…really sneak into the school at night just to study?”

You shrug, “I have my ways. And studying isn’t what I want to do with you in there.” You’re laying it on thick, hoping that he catches your drift. And it seems to work.

“Ok, I’m intrigued. But there better not be any spiders.”

You turn back, electing to ignore the question, and crawl forward into the darkness. The movement kicks up dust that tickles your nose. Behind you Sydney sneezes, a soft and high pitched sound in the hush. The journey isn’t particularly enjoyable but it’s short. Once on the other side, you brush yourself off and turn to put out a hand for Sydney. He doesn’t say anything as you help him up, his face says enough.

The two of you make your way across the courtyard. After that, the break-in is simple, the back doors are unlocked. Who would have ever thought someone would want to break into school. Your footfalls echo in the empty halls. Sydney presses his shoulder into yours.

“Everything looks so different at night, it’s eerie,” he whispers, like if he spoke too loudly he might alert something hiding in the shadows to your presence. You lace your fingers between his and give his hand a squeeze.

At the end of the hall is your destination, a pair of double doors that you push open easily. Sydney sputters.

“No way are you really breaking in to study. I thought I was a nerd!”

“You are a nerd,” you say simply as you waltz right in, flipping the switch by the door as you pass it. The overhead lights hum and flicker to life slowly as if they’d begrudgingly woken from a deep sleep. You make your way to the book rental desk and plop down into Sydney’s chair. From across the room, you fix him with a pointed look and gesture for him to come over. With a roll of his eyes, he does. His body stiffens in surprise when you pull him into your lap, but only for a second then he practically melts into you. Like the two of you are puzzle pieces and this is simply where he belongs. You wrap your arms around his waist and press a kiss into the crook of his neck, eliciting a soft giggle.

"Ok," he finally says, pulling back to look you in the eyes, "I think it's time you tell me why we're here, hm? What do you have planned for me?"

“I think I’m just sentimental,” you offer, “We met here. I…gave you head under this table. It’s our special place.”

He laughs, a short huff. Really more like a scoff, “How romantic.”

You slide him off your lap and he gives you his signature Sydney pout. That only serves to make you pay more attention to his lips. You want to yank him down by his collar and kiss him until you’re both gasping for air.

“You don’t think so? That it’s romantic? Under the table head not romantic enough for you?” Before he has the chance to say anything or stick that pretty pink bottom lip out again you’re bending him over, one hand keeping his wrists secured behind his back and the other snaking along the curve of his neck. Sydney huffs beneath you, maybe you’d been a bit too rough pushing him into his book rental table. His black hair is spilling around his head like the halo of a fallen angel. He lifts his chin a bit to give you better access even with his cheek pressed into the scattered papers littering the tabletop. Maybe he thinks you’re going to choke him, but instead your hand dips lower to loosen his tie then pull it over his head. Still, it fills you with an electric sort of excitement to know he’s so willing for you, so ready for whatever you want to do to him. “You really do seem to like it though, don’t you?”

You wrap his tie over his eyes and tighten it, and lean forward until his back is flush with your chest. “Don’t think I can’t tell, Sydney. Under the desk, in the changing room. So, what it is? Do you like the attention or the anticipation that you could get caught any moment?”

Below you he starts to move and you can tell he’s about to say something so, instead of giving him the opportunity, you shove your middle and ring finger into his mouth. His tongue writhes against the intrusion. You bring your lips to his ear and when you speak they brush up against his skin. You revel in how he shudders. “Are you even trying to hide it at this point? It sure doesn’t seem like it, with all those noises you make. So, so loud. Do you want everyone in the school to know how much of an exhibitionist whore you are?”

“Ish aa ur ault,” Sydney slurs between your fingers, drool drips down your knuckles into the papers beneath him.

You chuckle, “My fault? I’m just giving you what we both know you want. And let me tell you what else I think you want; you want me to fuck you on this table in the library as they all watch, so they all know who you belong to, who’s making you make all those dirty noises they keep hearing.”

He’s wiggling now, rubbing his thighs together in a pathetic effort at friction. There’s a halfhearted attempt at some sort of protest but it quickly cuts off into a low loud moan as you dip a hand down the front of his pants. Unsurprisingly, he’s already hard. Then he’s babbling pleas at you, asking you please please please. You’re not that mean and, of course, you know exactly what he wants. So you oblige.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #sydney the fallen #malewofe #beautiful beautiful man

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tiramisu-tuesdays · 1 year

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Whitney:

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tiramisu-tuesdays · 1 year

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you what?;

a/n: hey... remember a couple months ago i said i wanted to write out what happens after this? well i did, it just took me a while! also sorry, i think i just write a pretty soft whitney so sue me!!! also, i definitely wrote the first half 4 months ago and the last half today LOL. oh reader is in love w whitney bc IM in love w whitney. >:)

wc: 2.01

warnings: afab!reader, overstim, oral f!receiving (with whitney?! blasphemy), unprotected, creamp*e , usage of the words slut n whore, violence, itty bitty angst, not proofread, that should be it! lmk if i forgot any!

“i think,” hesitates a slight boy from behind. “i think that’s Whitney’s girl.”

“fuck,” the taut boy says, releasing you at once. “don’t tell him i touched you.” the pair shove past you, leaving you to compose yourself.

you sigh, brushing your skirt back down. at least i can get to class in time. grabbing your bookbag you head towards the door. as you leave, you jump at the sound of banging metal.

“shit! we’re sorry! serious-“ the two boys that were assaulting you earlier are unfortunately between a locker and whitney. his friends stand by his side, blocking their escape. the boy’s friend cowers by him, holding his head in his hands.

“answer me. don’t tell me what?” whitney hisses with a swift kick to the taut boy’s stomach. he stands bent over, hands in his pocket, his right foot raised.

as quietly as you can, you start to walk the other way. no way. there’s no way i’m getting detention for being late again. i’ll just go and-

“oi, whit, ain’t that your girl?” one of his friends asks.

fuck.

you freeze, keeping your head down while hugging your bag tightly. whitney’s scary when he’s mad, even if it’s not at you.

whitney smiles, before lowering his foot back onto the ground. swiftly, he turns, and you hear the squeak of his shoes heading towards you.

its not long before you feel his hand in your hair, wincing as he pulls, no, drags you towards the cowering boys. “c’mere, youre gonna tell me what happened.”

once close enough, he releases your hair and shoves you forward. he grabs your arm right as you feel your balance slipping. his nails dig into your skin and you find yourself staring down at the meek figures.

“alright slut, spill it. what happened?” he asks, holding you in place.

you can’t help but feel bad. tears roll down the taut boy’s face, his gaze downcast. but lying to whitney has consequences and you don’t particularly want to face them.

so you tell him. starting with how the encounter itself was brief and nothing happened-

“but they still tried to touch what’s mine, right?” he says, his grip tightening even more.

“w-whit, that hurts..” you squeak, hoping he’ll let up. he has to be leaving a mark at this point. his face is unreadable as you look back over your shoulder.

“then answer me, stupid.” he says, beginning to twist your arm. the pain starts shooting up your limb, burning.

“yes! yes they tried..” you yell, “please, just let go!”

and he does, pulling you behind him. “sit.”

and you do, holding your battered arm. what happens next doesn’t surprise you, whitney and his friends take turns assaulting the boys, kicking and punching.

you close your eyes and wait, for what seems like an eternity for the abuse to stop. by the end, the two boys are crying and trembling, crumpled on the floor. whitney squats down, grabbing the taut boy’s hair and bringing up to look at him one last time.

he moves closer and whispers something in his ear. his eyes widen as he nods profusely. “n-never again, w-we’ll never even look at her ever again.”

“good.” whitney lets go, the boy’s head dropping. he turns toward you, holding his hand out. “let’s go.”

tentatively, you grab his hand, bracing yourself. to your surprise he helps you up gently, looking you over, as if he didn’t just shove you around too. once satisfied, he slings his arm around you and starts dragging you down the hallway. his friends follow shortly after.

“what? didn’t like the show?” he smirks, lowering his arm to your waist.

truth be told, you didn’t necessarily like it, but you felt a little warm thinking about how he protected you. but you knew you couldn’t condone it. nervously thumbing at your bag strap, you mumble “i just think… you’re a little too mean sometimes. did you really have to go so-“

“we’re here.” he interrupts and you’re hit with some deja vu. you find yourself standing in front of the same empty classroom from earlier. he opens the door and shoves you in.

ah, of course this is what he wants. not actually to protect you, more so to make sure no one else can use you. you’re disappointed because deep down you thought maybe, just maybe, he could’ve at least pretended he cared about you more than that.

“not in front of your friends… please.” you say, fighting back some tears. god, you were stupid. your request was for some semblance of dignity, because what was he? he certainlywasn’t yours, but you were always his.

he mulls it over, eyeing your downcast form, before nodding. he shoots a glance at his friends to leave and keep watch outside.

“so tell me, what the fuck are you upset about now?” he sighs as he grips your chin with his hand, forcing you to look up at him. “afraid more monsters are gonna get you?” he mocks, trying to not laugh.

you’re not sure why you feel so compelled to tell him, to feel any kind of care from him at all. why? he’s an asshole who assaults you on the daily, emotionally and physically. and yet, you still spit back at him.

“am i just something to use?” hot tears spill down your face, coating his fingertips, “do you even care about me or do you really think i’m just that stupid-“

“yes,” he interrupts bringing his face closer to yours, glaring. “maybe if you weren’t so fucking stupid and stopped letting others touch you, then i wouldn’t have to remind them. but you’re too fucking naive aren’t you?”

he pins you to the nearest desk, his leg in between your thighs. you can’t help but let out a small moan when his thigh makes contact with your clothed cunt. you bite on your lip, trying to stifle your noises, his friends were outside.

whitney continues, “i do so much for your stupid ass and you’re going to cry over it? all because you got your feelings hurt?”

soon enough you’re practically bouncing on his thigh with the wetness between your legs starting to seep through your underwear. fuck, you hope he doesn’t notice you broke a rule. if he does, he doesn’t comment instead focusing on finding a rhythm that makes you moan harder. he’d never admit it, but your moans are like music to his ears, a constant reaffirmation of what is his.

“are you wet slut?” he growls, breath hot as he nips at your ear. you whine in response as he continues down, peppering your throat with bites and licks. releasing his grip on your face, he starts tugging at your shirt.

“take this off, now.” he commands, and you oblige with shaky hands. he throws your garment to the side, removing his leg to quickly tear off your skirt and underwear. you whimper at the loss of stimulation, cheeks burning as you stand on display.

he looks you over, eyes trailing down your body with w pleased hum. “no wonder everyones so eager to fuck my bitch.” you feel yourself deflate at his words, soyou sink to your knees and begin crawling up to him.

he slaps your hands away when you try to grab for his belt and you blink, perplexed. he looks annoyed, but the thumb running over your mouth says otherwise. “i didn’t say you could suck me off,” he sounds mean, but there’s a blush tinting his face as he pushes you down, back flush to the floor.

“whit?” you question, eyes wide and mind tumbling.

“shut up,” he says, as he spreads your legs, “before i change my fucking mind.”

settling himself between your thighs, he glances up at you once more before flicking his eyes toward the door. you look back, the form of his friends against the door, as if a warning to keep quiet, that’s right, he’d be mortified if his friends saw he was the one giving pleasure and not receiving it. you make eye contact and nod at him as he scoffs, a little annoyed you know him so well, and then he’s diving in.

little kitten licks against your clit and sloppy long ones in between your folds have you keeling, into his mouth. he digs his nails into your thighs as you squirm and struggle to stay still. throwing one arm over your waist, he keeps you in place, as his tongue fucks your hole languidly.

he’s never gone down on you before, the feeling is foreign, yet so good. you try your best to stay quiet, you really do, but you can’t help but have a breathless “f-fuck,” escape as his tongue massages your gummy walls. his hand comes down to slap your pussy hard and you yell before you use a hand to cover your mouth and glance back at the door.

he replaces his tongue with his fingers, disconecting from you with a sticky string of saliva. “keep your fucking mouth shut, dumb slut or i’ll tell my friends to come in so they can watch me face fuck you.” he snarls, curling his fingers in as he finishes his sentence, hitting right at your sweet spot.

you bite down on your lip, shaking your head frantically, as you watch his friends joke around outside. he curls his fingers in again, and your eyes roll back, before he’s shifting up and grabbing your face.

“eyes on me, dummy.” he glares and you nod, watching as you settles back into his original position. continuing to finger you, he latches back onto your clit, suckling the bundle of nerves. you card your fingers through his hair and he grunts in response, picking up the pace of his digits and his tongue.

its not long before you’re cumming, bucking up into his mouth as he struggles to hold you still. you bite hard enough to draw blood as your orgasm runs through you, body trembling and shaking as he pulls off, too distracted to notice to the sound of his belt undoing.

he lines up with your twitching hole before he sinks himself in, you gasp clawing at his arms. “my turn.” he says through gritted teeth, giving you no time to adjust as he slams into you setting off a brutal pace.

he doesn’t bother shutting you up now, your moans ripping through the air with little intermissions of “wait! whit too much, too much!” tears prickling your eyes as he abuses your cunt.

“don’t fuckin’ care,” he grunts, “i can use you whenever i want,” his nails once again digging into your hips. pain always turns to pleasure with whitney, your overstimulated body once again burning with desire.

he laughs as your legs wrap around his waist, “feels good, huh?”

“mm, yeah,” you hiccup, pretty eyes rolling back, “feels so good, whit.”

the grip on your hip gets even tighter, “gonna cum again?” he starts, but his thrusts are getting sloppier with each throb of your cunt on his cock.

you nod at him, “yeah ‘m gonna,” you mumble, staring up at him through hazy eyes.

he wraps one hand around your throat, squeezing lightly, “then do it, whore.” and you do.

wrapping your hand around his wrist as you convulse again, entire body shaking. whitney isn’t too far off after you, filling your cunt with spurts of white.

“love you,” you pant as he pulls off and out of you. he hesitates for a second and you’re not sure why you felt the need to tell him. he looks at you, no, analyzes you and your fucked out face alongside your cunt that leaks with his seed. he opens his mouth, as if he wants to say something before he shakes his head, a little confused. he grabs your clothes and throws them back at you. he walks to the door, leaving you to get dressed but you don’t mind, noting the little smile he tries to hide on his face.

#degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #you single handedly #may have changed my entire view on Whitney #wow

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