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[theangeltopaz]

“TEDDY BEAR.”

SYNOPSIS. You finally decide to take Whitney on a proper date. Of course, as all things with Whitney do, it evolves into something more. WC. 4.9k

CONTENT. SubBot!Whitney, DomTop!Reader, amab reader, implied taller reader, pre-established relationship, smoking, soft sex, dacryphilia, praise (char. receiving), Whitney has tongue and nipple piercings, unprotected sex, anal, fingering, spit as lube, oral (char. receiving), overstimulation, cum eating, exhibitionism? (yall do it with the window open, but i was picturing it as a screened window that just led to a backyard so)

AUTHOR’S NOTE. This was definitely an excuse to write sub Whit. I fucking love a Whitney that’s a loser for his boyfriend, if you couldn’t tell. Might be ooc Whit. Partially inspired by @hellsslibrary ‘s headcanons. Please be merciful if this is bad, as I’ve never written smut and I haven’t written fanfic in a while. Also I’m acearo and a virgin, so we’ll see how this goes. I may end up writing a hard dom reader in the future, but for now take soft dom reader. I wrote the majority of this whilst listening to Mitski. Constructive criticism and tips are very much accepted and appreciated!

If you choose to click ‘Keep Reading’, you are consenting to reading smut.

Yeah, this date was probably the smartest idea you’ve had in a while. Or Sydney had. 

Because now you were cuddling a soft Whitney after sex.

Pretty nice, ain’t it?

       Let’s go back to when this started. You were in the library with Sydney, absentmindedly picking up books and admiring the cover or reading the synopsis. “Syd, do you know of any good date spots? I feel like Whit and I haven’t gone on a proper date in a while.”

       Sydney probably wasn’t the best person to ask this, considering the fact that you’re pretty sure he’s never been on a date. But you guys were close friends, so who else were you supposed to ask?

       “I mean, if I were to go on a date, we would probably go for a walk near the temple-“ he started.

       “No temple.” 

       “Fine. No temple. Uhm, you could go to the park-“

       “We have been to the park. Many times.”

       “Right, I forgot about that,” he said, recalling some of the tales of your… escapades with Whitney in the park. “Uhm, the arcade?”

       “…We have an arcade?”

       “Yeah…?”

       “Okay, thanks so so much Syd.  You’re a lifesaver,” you said, beginning to walk away. You then realized something and turned back around. “Where exactly is the arcade?”

       He laughed a little. “I’ll send you the address.”

       Your shoes squeaked against the hallway tile as you walked. Entering the cafeteria, you took in the many lunch tables. “Where the fuck is Whitney?” you mumbled to yourself. Which was reasonable, considering the fact that you saw Whitney’s friends, the ones you so despised, but not Whitney himself. You needed to talk to him about that date idea Syd had given you yesterday. Now that you thought about it, you didn’t see him in math class either. Sometimes you feel like pulling a Kylar and putting a tracker on Whitney. Once again, reasonable considering you never seemed to know where he was. Maybe he was skipping school, but wouldn’t his friends be with him? You got out your phone to text the blonde. Strange. You had one unread message from him, sent this morning.

       “There you are, slut,” someone said, grabbing your wrist. You slipped your phone into your pocket and let the person lead you. Of course, you knew immediately who that someone was, considering their voice and choice of a vulgar nickname.

       “Hello to you, too, Whitney,” you responded. You didn’t question where he was dragging you, much to his surprise. Instead, you decided to inquire about something else. “Where have you been?”

       “Don’t worry about that,” he grumbled. Did you always look this pretty? Why did you always worry about him?

       “Where are we going?”

       “Shut up, slut.” Nevermind. You asked too many questions.

       “Okay, fine.”

       Whitney pushed you into the bathroom and locked the door. It’s clear that his actions are fueled by lust. He pressed you against the wall with his own body. He’s been thinking about this, about you since this morning. “Did you not see what I texted you?” he asked, seething with both anger and desire.

       “No? I actually try to pay attention in class,” you said, rolling your eyes. Whitney often found himself hating that you actually tried in school, because that’s more time you spend in the library and less with him.

       “Whatever, slut,” Whitney said, then he pulled you down and pressed his lips to yours. Finally, he got what he was waiting for. The kiss was rough, deep, desperate. You wrapped an arm around his waist, whilst your other hand traced up and down his spine. You were always so gentle and rough at the same time. He wasn’t usually this needy for you, but sometimes Whitney’s mind got the better of him.

       The blonde continued pressing up against you and you continued kissing him. One of your hands trailed from Whitney’s back to his jaw. You tilted his head up to make this a little easier for yourself. In turn, the kiss grew more forceful. Your hand on his jaw moved behind his head, gripping on his hair roughly. He groaned in response to your treatment. Fuck, why did you always do this to him?

       You bit down not-so-gently on his bottom lip. The oh-so-scary Whitney let out a goddamn low whine and opened his mouth. You pushed your tongue into his mouth, forcing his jaw to open wider. His own tongue slid into your mouth, the cold metal of his tongue piercing brushing over your tongue. The blonde could taste something saccharine on your tongue, a taste that was so distinctly you. Whitney could feel himself losing any train of thought. He hated that you always knew how to make his head feel fuzzy and his body feel warm. He started leaning on you, relying on you for support.

       You broke the kiss, only to ask,“Was this what that text was about?” You were seriously choosing now of all times to start talking to him? “Hurry up, slut,” Whitney muttered as he grabbed onto your hair, making you moan. You pulled the blonde’s head back by his hair and latched onto his jaw. You made your way down his jaw and neck, sucking hard, just how he liked it. He was sure his neck would be purple tomorrow, if not just later. You licked over a certain spot, your teeth grazing over it. He whined again (how did you always know how to make him whine?) and just as you were about to bite down…

       The bell rang. You rolled your eyes, obviously annoyed, and pulled back.

       “Keep going, slut,” Whitney grumbled, looking up at you and glaring. Since when did you stop because of the bell? It wouldn’t be the first time you both had gotten in trouble for skipping class to fuck.

       “I’d rather not get detention, considering the fact that we have plans after school,” you responded. Plans?

       “The fuck do you mean we ‘have plans’?”

       “I’m taking you on an actual date, for once. To the arcade.”

       “…Why?”

       “When was the last time we went on an actual date?“

       “…Fine.” Whitney hated to admit it, but you had a point. It had been a while since your last date. And, he could use this as an excuse to get you to come home with him and finish where you left off…

       “Okay, baby. Love you.” You always insisted on being so affectionate, not that he minded.

       “Shut up, slut,” Whitney muttered, “Love you too.” He could feel a hint of red in his cheeks. His body was betraying him at the worst possible moment right now.

       You laughed. Fuck, your smile was gorgeous. Did your voice always sound that good? Maybe he was going insane. “See you after class, Whit,” you said, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead and walking away. He let you leave. He couldn’t help but look forward to tonight.

       Jesus fucking Christ, Whitney hated it here. As soon as the final bell rang, he was out of class. He could see you chatting with Sydney as you walked out of the doors. Little did he know that you were really just trying to keep your eye out for a certain blonde that you so adored. 

       Sydney wished you goodbye as he started walking away, probably to the temple. You were still looking for Whitney.

       “Hey slut.” You seemed caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the person you were looking for. You intertwined your hand with his. “Hey, Whit.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead for the second time today. Whitney could pretend he hated how soft you were with him, but you could always make him melt. Sure , he liked when you were rough too, but with your gentle kisses and your reverent way of touching him and the pleasant nights you spent together… God, his thoughts were trailing again. He could feel himself turning red.

       “What are you thinking about, Whit? You’re blushing a lot,” you said smugly, pulling Whitney out of his thoughts. Fuck you and his perceptiveness. You were unfairly good at reading him.

       “Shut up, slut. Are we going or not?” the blonde said, attempting to change the subject. Anything to get you to stop talking about him. Otherwise, Whitney might end up begging on his knees for you to fuck him. And he did not beg.

       “Okay, okay.” Whitney watched you take out your phone. Your background was a photo you took of you and him, back when you had first started dating. You had managed to get him to begrudgingly do a hand heart with you and you were so proud of that moment that you made it your wallpaper. As much as Whitney didn’t want to admit it, he liked that photo.

       You opened your messages with Sydney and plugged the address that he gave you into your maps. He felt you tug his hand and you both started walking in the direction of the arcade.

       “It really has been forever since we went on an actual date,” you said, sounding rather excited. Whitney could tell that even if you sounded eager, you were just trying to occupy the silence. If he was being honest, and as much as he did like your voice, he was content to just admire you, to trace your features with his eyes, and to think about everything you could do to him… Fuck, his thoughts were trailing again.

       “Yeah, it has,” Whitney said in response, sounding completely out of it. Probably because he was.

       “You feeling okay? You’ve been zoning out a lot.” You sounded concerned. You were always worrying about him, caring for him. God, even in the bedroom, you were so… sweet. He was blushing again. You really had made your way into his heart. You had the first day you both met.

       “I’m feeling fine, M/N.”

       “Hm, you didn’t call me ‘slut’ for once.”

       Whitney smiled a little. “Don’t think too much of it, slut.”

       You smiled in turn and said. “You’re so pretty when you smile genuinely.”

       The arcade was a short walk from the school, probably to attract students who just got off. You don’t know how you didn’t know about it. Your steps transitioned from loud to almost silent as you went from the dull sidewalk to the colorful carpet of the arcade. There were people everywhere and screens flashing with various game titles. It was filled with the buzz of laughter and noise from various machines. You looked at Whitney, meeting his eyes. “Where do you want to start?”

       “Hm…” He smirked and dragged you to one of those two-person shooter games. “Here.”

       “Alright!” 

       You both sat down in the seats provided for the game and you slid some money in the machine. While the beginning cutscene played and you watched, Whitney was staring at you. He knew you liked these sorts of games and he liked how focused you got during them. The light from the screen highlighted your facial features and the grin on your face. 

       As the actual game started, you immediately delved right in and started shooting the black tar monsters. Whitney snapped out his trance and started playing too. You both easily passed through the first few rounds of the game. There were points where you had to revive each other, but you both were having fun. When you both had finally died without being able to revive, you had accumulated a ton of tickets. 

       Whitney wasn’t focused on that, though. The look of joy and determination on your face was his entertainment right now. He loved how you looked when you were focused. After the game, you looked at Whitney with an emotion in your eyes that could only be called adoration. “You lead the way, Whit.”

       By the time you both were done, you'd played almost every game in the arcade. Right now, Whitney was watching you as you concentrated on a claw machine. You were trying to line up the claw perfectly to win Whitney a teddy bear. Of course, you knew of his collection of plushies, so you were determined to win this for him.

       Whitney, of course, was more preoccupied with looking at you. For the millionth time today, he thought about your face now and compared it to the way you acted in the bedroom. He loved when you focused solely upon him, when you fixated upon pleasuring him. The way your eyes and hands and mouth ran over him… You were probably the best lover he’d ever known, with the way you treated him. He was far from ready to admit that, though.

       Your laugh brought the blonde out of his thoughts. Whitney watched as you bent down—he hardly resisted the urge to slap your ass—and excitedly grabbed the teddy bear you had been trying so hard to get for him. You handed it to him triumphantly, saying,���For you, baby.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, then his nose, then to his mouth. He, shockingly, let you get through all three before (lightly) shoving you off him.

       “Thanks, slut,” he muttered. He was blushing and clutching onto the teddy bear tightly.

       “So, what are you thinking we do with the tickets?” you said, grinning at his flustered expression.

       You ended up buying another plushie for Whitney and some candy with the tickets you both collected. He was laying his head in your lap as you sat in Whit’s bed and passed back and forth a cigarette. Whitney was holding onto the teddy bear you won him. The sun was starting to set outside and casted a golden glow on the room, making it look like the confession scene of an 80s romcom. The first wisps of the cool night air passed through the open window.

       Whitney could feel you gently trace the line of his jaw as he breathed in smoke from his cigarette. He tilted his head toward your touch. You were looking at him with that look in your eyes again, the one he had seen many times before. That look of pure love. You were the only one to ever look at him that way. As much as Whitney loved your affection, he didn’t know how he deserved it.

       The blonde breathed the smoke out, and clumsily sat up in your lap whilst still holding the bear. He straddled your lap, each of his legs bordering your hips. The golden rays of sunlight hit your features perfectly and reflected in your eyes, which met his. Although the room was silent, a thousand words were spoken in that moment.

       Whitney brought the cigarette to your lips. You closed your eyes and breathed in deeply as you continued to trace his face. Whitney pulled the cigarette away from your face as you exhaled. The smoke framed your head like a halo. It was almost ironic, because, in Whitney’s eyes, you were simultaneously so close and so far from being an angel. You were compassionate and affectionate, but you could be downright sinful with your gentle hands and honeyed kisses.

       Whitney inhaled from the cigarette again. This time, before exhaling, he connected your lips. He breathed the smoke into your mouth. You pulled back and breathed out.

       Whitney extinguished the cigarette, before reconnecting your lips. You kissed him back with a certain reverence. Earlier, your kisses were quick and rough. Now, they were sensual and tender. 

       You cradled his face in one hand, whilst the other rested on his hip. Whitney leaned into the gentle caress of your hand as he continued kissing you slowly.

       You broke the kiss with a soft smile. “Relax your jaw for me, yeah?” you had asked in that fucking enticing tone of yours that always compelled him to listen.

       After he nodded, you kissed Whitney again, and he did as you asked of him. You pushed your tongue past his soft lips and traced the inside of his mouth with it. Whitney let out a soft groan as he sucked on your tongue. You tasted like the tobacco of the cigarette you had just smoked.

       You pulled back from his lips, causing the blonde to let out a soft whine. “It’s alright, Whit,” you whispered reassuringly, as you started pressing soft kisses to his neck that was already littered with bruises from earlier. Whitney tilted his head up so you could have better access. Your mouth caressed his skin continuously, occasionally nibbling or licking him a little. Your persistence caused the blonde to let out soft moans of pleasure, which got a little louder when you bit down a little harder.

       Your hands moved to the buttons of Whit’s shirt. You asked, once again in that soft tone of yours,“Do you want to go further?”

       Whitney nodded his head, muttering a soft ‘yes.’ His brain was a little too fuzzy to focus on words right now. He still held on to the teddy bear you won him, fidgeting with its fur as you unbuttoned his shirt.

       As soon as you undid the last button, you slipped the shirt off him. “You’re always so pretty, Whit.” Whitney blushed at your shameless admiration of his body. You looked at him like an angel fallen to earth.

       You flipped your positions, making Whitney lie down on the bed with you over him. His body hit the mattress with a silent ‘umph’. You resumed pressing kisses to his body, this time to his torso. Your mouth ran over his collarbone, before moving down to his chest. 

       Your tongue flicked over the cold metal piercing in one of his nipples, whilst your hand came up to play with the other one. He moaned and shivered at the just feeling of your touch, the sensation going straight to his dick. Fuck, his head was spinning and you had hardly don’t anything.

       Whitney arched his back up into your stimulation of his chest. You switched, sucking on the other bud whilst you rolled the one you were sucking on between your index finger and thumb. “More…!” Whitney moaned. He was pretty sure you knew his body better than he did, as you knew how to pleasure every sensitive spot that made him so vocal.

       After you were sure you had given each of his tits equal attention, you pulled off. Whitney tried to seem angry at you, but he just ended up whining instead.

       “Mm, it’s okay, Whit. I’m gonna take care of you.” Whitney looked up at you, meeting your eyes. You looked at him softly, like he meant the world to you.

       You slipped off your shirt, throwing it somewhere behind you. Whitney traced a hand over your torso, the other still clutching the bear, as you made him spread his legs a bit wider. He let out a low moan when you gripped his thighs and slipped one of your legs against his crotch.

       Your hands moved to the waistband of his pants, and your fingers traced the line where skin met fabric. “Hurry up, slut…” he muttered, but there was no malice behind it.

       “Alright,” you whispered against the skin of his neck, causing him to shudder against you. “You’re planning on holding onto the bear?”

       Whitney silently nodded his head, too embarrassed to admit it out loud.

       “Okay, baby.” You unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, slipping them off his legs. You thumbed at the edge of his boxers and cupped his dick through it, causing Whit to whine. Why were you choosing now of all times to be unfair? You laughed a little at his whine, biting down gently on the junction between his neck and shoulder whilst massaging his tip through his boxers. “Agh- please…” Whitney moaned. He then blushed, realizing he was practically begging for your affection. He attempted to hid his face in the bear his was still holding.

       “Patience, Whit,” you said, but proceeded to contradict yourself and gave him what he wished for anyway. You slipped your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down all the way. His dick slapped against his stomach, already dripping pearlescent precum.

       “You never fail to take my breath away, baby.” You and your dulcet words often left Whitney desperate and wanting. With the way you looked at him, one could have sworn the blonde had hung the stars by hand. 

       You slipped off the rest of your own clothing as quickly as you could, revealing your own hard cock. Once completely stripped, you caressed both of Whitney’s thighs and brought his legs to wrap around your waist. Your gentle touch had him feel like he was floating.

       Your fingers traced up Whitney’s dick, collecting beads of precum that had dripped down. “P-please! need you…” he moaned, clutching on tightly to the teddy bear. Whitney’s usual facade slipped only a little when he was with you normally, but during sex, you stripped him down with your persistent hands and unwavering gaze.

       “I know, Whit, I’ve got you.” You brought your fingers, which were lightly coated in Whitney’s own fluids, to his mouth. He parted his lips, allowing you to push two of your fingers in. The blonde whimpered at his own salty taste and the inherent intimacy of consuming his precum from your fingers. He sucked on them, swirling his tongue as you scissored the digits in his mouth. He looked at you wordlessly, but you knew him well enough to tell he was begging for more.

       You pushed a third finger in his mouth, thrusting in and out. Once you determined that your fingers were wet enough, you removed them from Whitney’s lips. You brought the digits back down to his pelvis, grazing his flushed tip teasingly, before bringing them to his ass.

       “Please…” Whitney muttered. He looked up at you with desperation in his gaze in an attempt to get you to conform to his whims.

       “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” you whispered. Two of your fingers breached the tight ring of muscles, aided by Whitney’s saliva, and began to stretch him out. You thrusted the digits in and out him, scissoring occasionally.

       This contributed to the loss of Whitney’s already slipping control, as he was already having trouble forming coherent thoughts. He attempted to bite back a moan when he felt you slip a third finger in him.

       “Taking it so well, hm? I wanna hear you. You’ve been so good for me so far, you’ll get something better soon, Whit,” you said, your voice a bit gruff with arousal. You continued thrusting your fingers into Whitney, drawing more moans and whines from him.

       Deeming him stretched out enough, you pulled your fingers out of Whitney. He whined at the sudden emptiness and clenched around nothing.

       “What did I say, Whitney? You’ll get something better soon.” You used any remaining liquid on your fingers to slick up your own dick, before lining your tip up. You tilted his hips up a bit for better access and pushed the tip in.

       Whitney keened. You groaned, saying,“Fuck, you’re still tight. Relax for me, okay? Don’t want this to hurt.” He listened to you, relaxing his muscles a bit. Although he was still a little tense, Whitney was loose enough that you could push in deeper.

       You grabbed onto his hips, tightly enough to bruise, as you finally bottomed out, causing both Whitney and yourself to moan. The blonde’s breathing was labored, and sweat was beading on his brow. You filled him up so well. He clutched the bear tightly to his chest in an attempt to ground himself. “God, you feel so good Whit. So pretty for me. I’m gonna move now, okay?” 

       Whitney nodded in response, already struggling to form words. He gasped as you began to pull out of him and thrusted right back in. You began with a slow pace, much to Whitney’s disappointment.

       As you continued at that slow pace, Whitney’s desperation brought him to tears. He felt so close to cumming, yet so far. “Please…” he sobbed, finally breaking completely down,“Need more…” He held on tightly to the teddy bear, staining it with his tears.

       Seeing Whitney cry only led to more arousal on your part. “Fuck, Whit, you look so good, taking me so well. I’ve got you.” He whined at your praise. 

       You started to pound into him faster, finally doing what Whitney wanted you to. When you began to thrust into his prostate head on, he practically screamed and came without warning. His neediness surely contributed to his quick orgasm too. You groaned at the feeling of him clenching around you. The white liquid coated his stomach, some of it (unfortunately) getting on the bear. 

       However, when you went even faster—fueled by the lust seeing him cry brought you—Whitney started wailing more. One of his hands still held the teddy bear for comfort, whilst the other dug into the skin of your neck.

       Your extreme pace has Whitney seeing stars. His dick started leaking again when he wasn’t even fully recovered from his last orgasm. “T-too much!” he cried out in overstimulation, tears still slipping from his eyes. 

       “Hm, baby? Do you want me to stop?” You slowed down, sounding concerned. Fuck, you cared so much, it only made him want to cry more.

       “N-no, please, keep going…”

       “Mk, you’ve done so good so far. Just let me know if it gets to be too much.” You resumed your fast pace, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room, although you made sure to go a little bit slower now. 

       Whitney’s face was completely flushed with crystalline tears dripping down. Your praise only increased the rush of blood throughout his body. He was panting and sweating and he couldn’t speak beyond small phrases or words. 

       Your own hips began to stutter, and you could feel a familiar tightening in your abdomen. “Fuck, Whit, I’m gonna cum.” 

       Whitney hardly processed your groaned words, too lost in his own head. As soon as he felt the warmth of your cum fill him up, he moaned something along the lines of ‘cumming!’ and came for the second time that night. He still held on tightly to the bear.

       You pulled out, much to Whitney’s disappointment. He whined at the sudden emptiness he felt.

       “Hey, I’ve got you. I’m gonna do one more thing and then we can take a bath, okay? Are you alright with that?” 

       Seeing him nod, you lowered your body closer to the mattress, aligning your face with his ass. You pushed his legs up to his and licked a stripe over his hole. You could taste your own salty cum leaking from him.

       Whitney moaned at the feeling of your tongue. Sure, you had eaten him out before, but this was different. He was already really sensitive.

       Your tongue dipped inside Whit, licking up the cum dripping out of him. He whined as your nails dug into his upper thighs, and you continued eating him out like a man starved. You’ve managed to make him hard again with merely a few deep strokes of your tongue. 

       You pressed your own dick against the mattress in an attempt to get yourself off whilst your tongue repeatedly fucked into him. Your hands moved, one now kneading his ass whilst you used the other to get yourself off. 

       Whitney struggled to form a coherent thought. The pleasure you gave him only led to further loss of any sense he might have. All he could was moan and sob your name.

       It didn’t take long for Whitney to orgasm a third time, too fucked out to warn you. Cum spurted from his spent dick, as you licked into him deeply one last time. 

       You pulled off of the blonde and jerked yourself off. After cumming on your hand, you brought it to his mouth for him to clean, which he did obediently.

       “You did so good, baby,” you said, then pressed a chaste kiss to his bruised lips. “Can I clean you now?”

       Once you had Whitney’s nodded approval, you got off the bed and went into his bathroom. You came back with a wet towel, which you used to clean his body.

       You used the rag to wipe down the blonde’s face, which was stained with tears in cum. You cleaned off the parts of the bear that had bits of cum on it. You then cleaned the rest: the lower half of his torso, his thighs, and inside of him.

       Once you finished cleaning him, you cleaned yourself. Whitney watched through glazed eyes as you re-entered the bathroom. You came back and crawled in bed beside him, pulling the covers over you both. You’d decided you’d wait until tomorrow to clean the bedsheets, instead opting to relax with your boyfriend.

       The sun had long set by now, the room only illuminated by serene moonlight. The brisk night breeze floated in through the open window, only blocked by a screen. Your arms were wrapped around Whitney’s waist. He gently dozed against you, small snores escaping him. Whitney could surely be rough and arrogant, but at times like these, he was just as soft as the teddy bear he was still holding.

[heykaya]

Degrees of Lewdity Screenshots

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❗️: Contains World Lore

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💛 Avery vs Robin

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Meeting Avery (Park, Street Harassment)

Rejecting High Rage Avery

Avery's Date - Game Night: Intro

❗️Avery's Date - Game Night: Avery Wins/Remy's Masked Party

Avery's Date - Game Night: Bailey Wins

Avery's Date - Game Night: Leighton Wins

❗️ Avery's Date - Game Night: Quinn Wins

Avery's Date - Fine Dining

Avery's Date - Ballroom Show Off

Avery's Date - Hotel Room

Dismissing Avery

🌲 Eden the Hunter 🪵

Meeting Eden through Bailey

Recaptured by Eden - Low Love, No Permission (Forest)

Recaptured by Eden - Town Stalking Event

Recaptured by Eden - Town (Low Love)

Recaptured by Eden - Town (High Love)

Eden locks you in a cage

Making Breakfast for Eden

Bathtime with Eden

Eden Re-Collars You

Eden hunts you in the forest (virgin PC)

Eden comforts high trauma PC

Eden saves you from the Underground Farm

Eden saves you from the Asylum - Bomb Method

Eden saves you from the Asylum - Towel Method

Eden saves you from a non-con encounter in the forest

Going on a date in town

Scamming Eden

👁 Kylar the Loner 🦠

💛 Sydney and Kylar kiss

Meeting Kylar (Bullied at school, Bumping into him)

Kylar sniffs your bedsheets

Kylar sees you streaking in the park

🧸 Robin the Orphan 👶

💛 Avery vs Robin

Meeting Robin (Shopping Centre, Lemonade Stand, School Canteen, Orphanage)

Rescuing Robin from the Docks

Bailey's Punishment (PC & Robin) - Intro

Bailey's Punishment (PC & Robin) - Punishment 1: Dinner Party

Bailey's Punishment (PC & Robin) - Punishment 2: Eden & The Landfill ⟡ Part 1 ⟡ Part 2 ⟡

Bailey's Punishment (PC & Robin) - Punishment 3: Remy's Farm & The Pillory ⟡ Part 1 ⟡ Part 2 ⟡ Part 3 ⟡ Part 4 ⟡

Bailey's Punishment (PC & Robin) - Punishment 4: The Underground Brothel

Robin's Trauma

Robin finds the player at the Brothel

⛪️ Sydney the Faithful/the Fallen 👅

💛 Sydney and Kylar kiss

Meeting Sydney (School Library, Passing Out, Attending Mass)

Leighton's Spanking

Swimsuit Shopping

Defends you from a Perverted Monk

❗️Temple Advancement - PC becomes an initiate ⟡ Part 1 ⟡ Part 2 ⟡ Part 3 ⟡

Sydney comforts high trauma PC

Passing out in the school library

Pure Path: Rite of Promise

Pure Path: Rite of Promise - Broken Promise/Cheating on Sydney

Sydney and Doctor Harper

Sydney gets bullied in school

🖕 Whitney the Bully 👄

💛 Whitney vs Avery

Dismissing Whitney + seeing him in the Underground Brothel

Sending Whitney to the Pillory

——————————— ~* NPCs *~ ———————————

Bailey the Caretaker

Annoying Bailey

Bailey's Payments when you live at the temple

Bailey at the Park

Doren the English Teacher

Doren's Concern (unlocking Doren's flat)

Jordan the Monk/Priest

Watching Jordan Shower

Jordan gives you oral (Fallen Angel Transformation)

Mason the Swimming Teacher

Unlocking Mason's Pond

Hanging out with Mason

Everybody swims nude in school

Locker Raid + Mason's Shame (stealing underwear & getting dirty with Mason)

Mason Removes Winter's Chastity Belt

Leighton the Headteacher

Blackmailing Leighton

Being Blackmailed by Leighton

Sending Leighton to the Pillory

Mickey the Hacker

Meeting Mickey (Police Infiltration Quest, Negative Fame)

Remy the Farmer

Returning to the Underground Farm after escaping

River the Maths Teacher

Unlocking the soup kitchen

Maths Competition

Masturbating in class to make River faint

River's Soup Kitchen scenes

Meeting River (School, Soup Kitchen)

Winter the History Teacher

Meeting Winter (School, Museum)

Masturbating in Class - Winter's Chastity Belt

Wooden Horse Demonstration

Ducking Stool Demonstration

Wren the Smuggler

Meeting Wren (Docks, Remy's Estate, Prison)

Wren cums first - submitted by kingdomofpink

screenshots are free to repost on other websites/to use in your own content. no permission or credit needed :)

(If any links are broken please let me know.)

[katelynnwrites]

Darling, You’re The One I Want (In Paper Rings, In Picture Frames, In All Dreams) | Sydney Lohmann

warnings: f for fluff!

word count: 2655

summary: syd's been asking you to marry her since you were both little, before she ever had a proper ring

a/n: had this idea three days ago and knew it had to written right away so here you go 🥰 (update: made a little moodboard too)

Sydney has been introducing you as her ‘almost wife’ for as long as you remember.

You have been together since you were both in kindergarten, with your best friend proposing to you with a gummy ring.

Her mother had packed a small bag of peach gummy rings into her lunch box and so it’s on the swings in the playground that Sydney proposes to you for the first time.

‘There! You are my almost wife now.’ She declares, sticking the melting gummy onto your finger after you say yes.

You giggle and pull the ring off, eating the gummy ring with a smile.

Syd laughs, eating one of her own gummies.

‘I’m gonna marry you when we grow up.’ She says seriously.

You look at the girl sitting on the swing next to you. She has scuffed knees, messy braids and is missing one of her front teeth but you are sure that you want the same thing.

As the gummy ring is so short lived, the German girl steps up her game. She brings a ring pop that she has persuaded her father to let her buy after kindergarten the day before.

The ring pop lasts longer but at the end of the day, it is still gone.

So Sydney gets you a new ring pop, in a variety of different flavours every day. She asks if you will marry her each time and your answer never wavers.

It is always yes and you eat a ring pop daily until your parents intervene, telling you that eating so much candy is bad for your teeth.

You relay this to the blonde with the saddest of looks, completely convinced that this is the end of your so-called marriage with her.

She is undeterred by the setback though, showing up with a knotted piece of string next.

That piece of string stayed around your ring finger on your left hand until it disintegrated, at which your best friend promptly found another.

And so it continued, going from a piece of string, to a ribbon through primary school, to a folded paper ring in secondary school.

Sydney and you spend more time together than ever now, going to school together and playing football together.

The blonde had got you into it, sometime early into primary school. She had eagerly wanted you to experience what she loved so much about the sport.

It was easy for you to fall in love with kicking a football around, just as it is easy to fall in love with your best friend who proposes to you every time she gives you a new ring.

At fifteen, she kissed you for the first time and it came so naturally that the both of you just knew.

Neither of you would ever have eyes for anyone else and the transition from friendship to something more is remarkably smooth.

With each new paper ring, comes a kiss and a proposal from Sydney.

‘Will you marry me?’ She asks, holding out the paper ring she’d folded during her math class.

The blonde had noticed that the one you have been wearing has gotten worn down, the paper it is made out of is getting kind of icky.

‘Yes I’ll marry you sonnenschein.’ You say with a giggle.

Sydney’s hazel eyes sparkle and she is practically glowing with happiness when she slides your old ring off and replaces it with the new one.

It is why you call her sonnenschein. She lights up your day, every single day.

******

When you tear the tendons and ligaments in your knee so badly that your doctors tell you that you will never play football again, Syd spends the entirety of the first night in the hospital with you.

She had been there when you had been injured, heard the way you cried out and felt her stomach drop.

That look on your face, she had known right away that it would be a devastating sort of injury.

Sydney’s had plenty of experience with injuries herself and even before the doctors get a chance to look at your knee, she is aware that this one is different.

In her heart, she hates how she knows that no matter how hard you try, you will never be able to come back from this.

The blonde sits in the awful, uncomfortable plastic chair by your hospital bed, holding your hand although you barely talk. You’re far too caught up in what is the end of your short lived football career.

You and Syd had a shared dream and the both of you were on the verge of switching from your local sports club to one with more promise.

This injury of yours, could not have come at a worse time.

Your mind is spinning because what are you to do now? You are sixteen and all you have thought about is playing football.

Sydney stays with you till the doctors come in, to take you into surgery.

Her parents and yours are there but she pays them no mind, finally letting go of your hand and kissing you gently.

‘I’ll be right there when you’re out of surgery.’ She promises.

The German girl keeps her word because when you come to, she’s sitting by your side.

‘Hi.’ She breathes.

‘Hey sonnenschein.’ You weakly say.

Your head feels fuzzy but at least your knee isn’t hurting anymore.

Sydney strokes your baby hairs back lightly.

‘I love you. I’m going to be here for you, every single step of the way. However long it takes and no matter how uncertain it gets. That’s what almost wives do.’

You cry and laugh at the same time.

The blonde has a habit of introducing you as her almost wife because she hadn’t known the proper word when she was a kid. Now she knows the word fiancée but still chooses to stick with almost wife.

Your best friend reaches for your hand, pressing comforting kiss after comforting kiss onto your cheeks and forehead until your tears slow.

Then she shows you a somewhat lopsided beaded ring in the palm of her free hand. The way it’s strung together tells you that Syd probably made it for you herself.

You’d lost the paper ring you had been wearing, sometime in between your injury and the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Sydney must have noticed and it causes your heart to swell with emotion for her.

‘Will you marry me? Whatever you decide to do after you get out of the hospital, I will love you.’ She murmurs.

‘Yes I’ll marry you. I love you too.’ You answer softly and the German girl slides the beaded ring onto your hand, being extra careful of the IV in it.

******

That beaded ring stays on through your recovery and through your decision to pursue sports therapy now that professional football is not in your cards.

Until ultimately, the blonde signs for Bayern Munich’s first team.

With that bit of money that she gets, she goes out and buys you an actual ring. It is a simple piece of costume jewellery but it means the world to you.

Sydney doesn’t really make a lot, she had moved out of her family home to be closer to the training grounds so she certainly does not have enough to buy you a proper ring, on top of paying her rent, utilities and keeping up her football.

You are both only seventeen and you are completely okay with the ring she’d given you, faithfully wearing it each and every day.

It discolours after a couple months and the plastic gem in it falls out after a year.

Still, you keep wearing it till the midfielder buys another ring, also costume jewellery but definitely one in better condition.

That one lasts you until she signs another contract for Bayern, one that gets her significantly higher pay.

It is still not enough to buy you a real wedding ring but Sydney diligently puts aside part of her salary each month.

The monthly savings are not a lot because she has decided to start online university studies and the fees cost her on top of her usual spendings but it is a start.

In the meantime, she loves you and you love her. Twenty is the age where everything starts to get serious, you with your studies and the German girl with her football.

She is working on sealing her place on the national team, having made her senior debut two years ago.

With an incredible amount of pride, you watch her play and happily give her a kiss at the end of all her games.

Syd’s injury prone and she likes to tease you, telling you that you need to focus on your studies so that you can help keep her match fit.

As it is, she often benefits from your massage and anatomy classes.

‘I’m helping you get better by being your learning model!’ She insists all the time.

You don’t mind. The blonde sometimes trails after you with pleading eyes when she wants a massage. It is cute really and you’re happy to oblige her.

When she has tough training sessions, she never has to ask. You know right away whenever she does so and Sydney is often exhausted enough to fall asleep during those massages.

Then you just sit with her head in your lap, running your fingers through her hair until she either wakes up or you fall asleep with her.

Being intimately familiar with the German girl’s body is something you will never take for granted.

As Syd continues to play for Bayern, you more or less move into her apartment.

There is no point travelling back and forth between your family home and your university if the blonde’s place is nearer. You spend almost all your free time with her anyway so it only makes sense that you stay with her and contribute fairly to her rent.

She protests against the second part, protests that you ignore but as for the first, Sydney loves it. She loves that she has you to come home to and loves that she gets to go to sleep and wake up beside you.

‘My almost wife is waiting for me back home.’ She always explains before rushing off the second she gets back from away games.

Your sonnenschein adores spoiling you with home cooked food too. It gives her joy to cook and even more to share it with you.

Two years go by fast and Sydney does so well with her football that eventually, she finishes runners up in the Euros.

Then the split prize money, combined with her savings is enough.

You’d travelled around England to support her and watch her live her dream. You being there, cheering her on each and every game, only seals it in Syd’s mind that this is what she wants.

She wants you. Forever.

The second she is back in Munich and free of commitments, she’s off to a jewellery store to pick out a proper ring for you.

It does not take her long, one of the rings on display standing out to her immediately. The Bayern Munich player had not just saved up for any ring. She had intended on choosing a specific piece, with you in mind.

She knows that’s the one.

On your bedside table, you keep a box with all the rings the hazel eyed woman has given you over the years.

Sydney didn’t even know you were keeping them until you moved in with her.

Seeing the bits of half disintegrated string, ribbon and paper, along with the wonky beaded ring, it had let her know that her proposals mean just as much to you as your answers mean to her.

So it is with confidence that she buys a packet of peach gummy rings on the way home, for old time’s sake.

You’re sitting on the kitchen counter and snacking on some biscuits when she gets back.

‘Hey sonnenschein!’ You greet excitedly.

‘Hello.’ Syd hums.

She pulls herself up onto the counter beside you and happily accepts the kiss that you give her.

‘Want some?’ You offer.

The midfielder smirks, ‘I have something better.’

She shows you the peach gummy rings and you giggle, ‘Just like when we were little?’

‘Just like when we were little.’ She confirms.

With the two of you sharing the gummies, the packet empties quickly.

Sydney takes the last one and holds it out to you, asking, ‘Will you marry me?’

You smile at her.

‘Of course I will Syd. I love you.’

The blonde sighs contentedly and you laugh, taking the gummy ring and beginning to put it on your finger only for her to stop you with a gentle, ‘You can eat it. I got you something that will last much longer.’

‘Yeah?’ You question curiously, expecting another one of her costume jewellery rings as you pop the peach gummy into your mouth.

‘Yes.’

Sydney hops off the counter and reaches into her back pocket.

To your complete surprise, she gets down on one knee and reveals the ring box in her palm.

‘Sonnenschein?’

Your voice is trembling and your heart flutters in all sorts of ways as she opens the box to reveal the most beautiful of rings.

‘I’ve asked you to marry me countless times, with gummies, ring pops, strings, ribbons and beads. You have said yes each time and now I’m asking you one last time after finally getting a proper ring. Will you marry me?’

Sydney’s hazel eyes, the ones you are so in love with are radiant. Her cheeks are blushing a bright pink and easily, you get off the counter.

‘I’ve been saying yes since we were children. My answer won’t change now.’

The midfielder grins, ‘It won’t?’

‘No it won’t.’ You whisper.

Pulling Syd up onto her feet, you kiss her with every ounce of emotion that you have for her.

The safety and comfort you’d felt with her from the very first moment you met, the shyness you had felt when she kissed you for the first time, the pride you feel whenever you watched her play and most of all, the overwhelming love that you feel for her. The love that has been growing since she proposed to you with a peach gummy ring, in the kindergarten playground.

Your sonnenschein gasps against your lips, her hands going to your waist as she steadies herself.

It’s a heated kiss, one that leaves the pair of you breathless.

With closed eyes, she leans her forehead against yours.

‘Say it. Please.’

Her words are barely audible but you hear it all the same.

It is with all the affection in the world that you murmur, ‘Yes. I will marry you Sydney.’

The blonde can’t help eagerly scattering kisses all over your face, punctuating them with the words, ‘I love you. I love you. I love you.’

You laugh and are truly honest when you tell her, ‘I have loved being your almost wife but I think I will love being your wife so much more.’

Syd tilts her head upwards, in a failed attempt to hold her tears back because they slide down her cheeks anyway.

Ignoring your own escaping tears, you delicately wipe hers away.

She soaks in the gesture and quietly but assuredly affirms, ‘I know I will love being your wife.’

Her hands find yours and she slides your old ring off the fourth finger of your left hand, replacing it with her new one.

‘Hopefully this one will last.’ She teases.

You let out a tearful giggle, pressing your lips onto hers once more.

She tastes like peach gummies and it isn’t a proper kiss by any means because the two of you are smiling way too hard but when you draw apart, your words have never been more sure.

‘It will.’

German Translation:

sonnenschein - sunshine

[5blondeboytoy5]

as if my ramblings haven’t made it clear enough yet i’m a big fan of changed man neurosurgeon whitney. but like, i think the journey of how he got there is just as interesting too.

like, obviously he is who he is, hurting pc, not being a good boyfriend, but after the orphanage loft scene he really starts to soften up.

him and pc become more comfortable around each other. she visits him at the park and starts yapping at him, whereas at first he stays silent eventually he starts to join in and realize how much he likes talking to pc.

seeing her in math class, watching her be good in school inspires him to try a little harder to impress her, so his grades improve. he becomes jealous of pc spending time in the library talking to sydney and being harassed so he starts to join her.

she talks about her long term goals, her dreams, and he starts to think about where he wants to end up. he realizes he doesn’t want a future without pc in it. he softens up more

he starts to actually be kind to pc, tells his friends to shut the fuck up when they get too comfortable, no more dragging her to the docks or pimping her out.

“hey, slut,” he’s still not comfortable with straight on affection, “lemme repay you for all the milkshakes we’ve shared” and as pc starts to lift up her skirt he’s like “no, no, like, i’m gonna take you to the cafe.”

as a result pc starts to be herself around whitney more, not just molding herself to fit to what she thinks he wants. and he starts to realize what an interesting girl she really is, and her effect on him really turns him into boyfriend material

[knifemare-writing]

adding this at the beginning to say as i was laying out the evidence i got more interested in talking about whitney and sirris's dynamic and then spiralling into a character analysis of whitney. I don't feel like editing the beginning but I did want to warn you this post ended up somewhere different than it started.

a new "one of whitney's parents is secretly an existing character resulting in complex family drama between LIs" theory from the mind that brought you deadbeat avery:

Sirris. This is largely based on what Sydney says after the scene where Whitney steals dildos from the sex store; that Sirris will deal with them at school, and is always so patient with Whitney which Sydney doesn't understand.

Now granted, I think this is more likely evidence for the theory of 'Sirris is a nice person and recognises that Whitney has issues'. This is a fanfiction type theory not a prediction type one. But the grain of actual analysis here is that I do think, based on Whitney's interactions with both Sirris and Sydney, that they might view Sirris as a parental type figure and kind of resent both Sydney for being actually Sirris's kid and also Sirris for trying to understand and help them.

There's only like two Whitney and Sydney interactions in the game at least that I've seen, and they both seem to kind of be about Sirris.

Okay actually original theory cancelled I just sort of randomly thought about this while high last night and have been putting together the pieces while writing and blowing my own mind cause actually there is so much here. Like, I don't think its romantic or sexual necessarily but like Whitney's patterns of how they try to attract attention from people they like while also masking it in pettiness and cruelty as an excuse is very similar between the player and Sirris. The main difference is that Sirris is in a position of authority over them so they use Sydney as a catalyst, and go out of their way to tell them to tell Sirris about it.

And on the rooftop, the one scene Sirris and Whitney are both actually in. Oh god theres actually so much there. Like the version of that scene with Doren right, he doesn't intervene ahead of time either because he doesn't notice or thinks Whitney won't actually do it. And then pretty fairly he thinks Whitney is a huge shithead for pushing someone off a roof. At first, he ignores Whitney's cruel persona entirely, and then he buys in entirely.

But Sirris both calls them out ahead of time, and just tells them to put them down. There's no judgement or even a punishment even though Sirris is a teacher who just witnessed a student threatening to push another student off of a roof lmao. They see the persona and acknowledges it as real but not complete. And the way Whitney responds to that is almost exactly the same as if they attack another student in math class for looking at you and you ask them to stop. This isn't how they respond to River or Leighton, they argue or comply sarcastically or just ignore them but they don't like stop to consider like this as far as I can remember. The only person they do that for is the player as a love interest. Someone who's either broken down their barriers by continuing to like them/not hurt them even when they aren't in control (low dominance) or let them be so in control they can let you past those barriers without worrying you'll dislike or hurt them (high dominance).

At first glance Whitney seems to be an exception to the loneliness that plagues many of the love interests. But I think comparing the to the other exceptions is really instructive. In Avery we can see what it looks like when someone doesn't care about other people. Their love increases when you do what they want and play the role they've given you. Whitney's love increases when you do what they want, but most of the time only if you enjoy it. And it also increases when you take them off guard and cut them down a peg, so long as it's flirty or romantic. The main underlying factor in things that increase their love, off the top of my head anyways, is the player being into them.

And with the Black Wolf we can see what a confident leader of a group is like. They are angry and fierce responding to threats, and sometimes it's hard to calm down once they're worked up. But they aren't anxious. When they want to relax by themself they do so, still in sight of the rest of the group. Whitney waits until it's raining and then smokes in the park. They can't relax around other people, because of the pressure of maintaining their persona. It's not fake, all the elements are real parts of them, but they want total control of how people see them, so they have to pretend to have no nuances or other impulses, even to the detriment of what they actually need or want.

What's sad is that I think at least some of their friends wouldn't actually shark frenzy at the slightest hint of weakness like they seem to think. Some of them might, for sure, but at low love minimum dominance when they're trying to sell you off cause they're so panicked about their friends not respecting them, those same friends paper the town with missing posters for them when their actions blow up in their face.

Wow yeah that spiralled. Thanks for reading my whitney essay lmao.

[theartofeggs]

Dragon PC + Whitney + comedy

I love bullying Whitney <3 they deserve every drop of my ire (i love Whitney)

Thanks for participating in my ask event! IDK if anyone picked up on it before, but I don't say the Dragon PC's name at all in writing. I only tend to refer to him as "the dragon" or just by "he." :) This is the second to last request! Almost done...

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; bully gets bullied

Prompt: Dragon PC & Whitney (Comedy) / CW: forced cuddling, unsexy sitting on, Whitney gets called "it" once, cigarette consumption - Dragon PC = male, Whitney = GN (dice rolls) + bonus F! Bailey, GN! Sydney, F! Kylar, and GN! River (only mentioned)

Schooling the Uncouth

He tended to just ignore annoyances. Especially the ones that chased him around, trying to get something from him or out of him. He already had to deal with Bailey's weekly siege on his horde of gold, though she called it "paying rent." He wouldn't stand for total strangers that wanted his possessions or body parts, even if all they wanted was his tears bottled. But, he tended to at least tolerate the ones that only wanted something superficial. Like Whitney, who just wanted a pet dragon. It was odd, but their attempts at subduing a giant lizard were very funny, even to the lizard in question. He even began giving the fellow some of his claw trimmings or fallen fur tufts, and chuckling when Whitney shoved it in their bag before the dragon could think of taking it back. He wished Bailey was like that. If she were, then she wouldn't need a suit of armor just to steal away with a couple of shed scales.

He tended to go to the local school, though he wasn't properly enrolled—he was a dragon, so it's not like he had the legal documents for the human's public education system. He'd show up a little after classes had started in the morning, since that's when the least teachers were available to try and shoo him off the grounds, and peak his head around the building. Sometimes he'd press his face against the windows of the classrooms, namely from the outside, and watch as the students inside laughed at him and the teacher got upset at the class for being so easily distracted. Other times, he'd treat himself to their facilities—swimming in the pool, eating the leftover scraps from the lunchroom, napping in the rear courtyard, perching on the roof like a gargoyle, etc. Today, however, he decided to be a menace. He had to admit, he could be destructive when he got to be in a playful mood. So far, he'd terrorized that religious kid in the library by eating a book in front of them, and he even stole some pages out of a scraggly girl's sketchpad, though he regretted it when he saw that they were exclusively full of drawings of him. He decided she was a good artist, though, so he wouldn't get revenge. This time.

He poked his head inside a classroom door, unfazed when the teacher inside stopped mid-sentence and the students inside gasped. The class was already in session, and it looked like math from the equations on the board, but he didn't find anything special enough about the class to hang around. Just as he began to dip his head back out, he heard a familiar chuckle and stopped. It was Whitney, sitting at the back of the class and watching the dragon as it scrutinized the classroom. The teacher walked over to the dragon, their face pale as they tried to usher him out of the room without being within biting range, and he heard Whitney's laughter again. "C'mon, leave my pet alone, yeah? He goes where I go." They spoke up, their goons giggling to themselves as they held their phones up, just like they always did when he was around. They sure loved taking pictures and videos of him, though he couldn't blame them. He also quite liked dragons, especially the one in the mirror.

He huffed at the teacher and they froze up, even backing away when he squeezed past the door and entered the room. He walked over to the row of desks that Whitney and their gang was at, not bothering to close the door behind him. Their friends laughed and squealed when he got close, some even reaching out to pet him. "Hey, only I get to pet him, got it?" Whitney glowered at their group, and he glowered right back at the bully. He really didn't mind being pet. The kids at the orphanage did it literally all the time, excluding when he was busy fighting Bailey or any strangers that broke in. Not that anyone broke in often—at least not after the dragon's adult teeth grew in and more than a few went missing after a midnight run-in with him. Really, it's a miracle Bailey keeps coming back for more after all those hospital visits. The armor repairs have to be getting expensive by now.

The dragon lowered his head to Whitney, tempting them into petting the long fur around his neck like a lion's mane. They eventually did, running their fingers through it, only for him to headbutt them when he lowered his head enough for it. He also openly snickered at them from where they were sprawled out on the floor, cursing at him as they tried to sit up. Keyword try. He bit at their pant leg, dragging them across the floor and forcing them to choose between being pantsed by a dragon or getting dragged around by said dragon. Whitney chose to lose some dignity rather than a portion of their pride, and now he has a hostage to lug around the school by the hem of their slowly tearing pants.

He dragged Whitney out of the classroom, where the teacher had all but fainted and their friends hesitantly waved goodbye, and down the hallway. He only paused when his ass bumped into the doors that led outside, but brute forced them open with his tail and continued lugging his unwilling travel partner into the open grass of the school's backyard. Whitney bitched and complained, as per usual, and did so louder when their head bounced off of the steps that led down to the greenery. They also ungratefully whined as he raked them through the cool dirt and dewy grass. Once he was satisfied with their adventure together, he let Whitney go and looked down at them. They were all sorts of ruffled, obviously, and looked just as miffed. He snickered at them.

It was a nice day out. Partially sunny, comfortably warm, gentle breeze—perfect napping weather. So, he laid down in the grass and got cozy. He didn't mind that his pillow squirmed and spit obscenities, but he did mind that it lit up a cigarette to smoke while he was trying to sleep. He reached over and snatched the fucking thing out of Whitney's out mouth, chewing at it for a second before swallowing it. He met their dumfounded expression evenly, testing them, before laying back down. He also ate the next cigarette they tried to sneakily smoke before they gave up. Smoking kills, but he'd be fine. He's eaten worse.

the end ->w<- words : 1,106

[dolsillies]

wonder if I can now regularly include Dieter into my pcs yaps? (slowly working my way to having people (read: wreckowafer , rosurie amamiishu, etc) include MY pcs in their silly pc content.. God I'm lonely)

Anyways, Mona and Dieter

Mona does not fuck with Dieter because she once saw him one tap Whitney and slotted him into the "Mfs who are way to fucking strong for me to be fucking around with" category. She only talks to him if she has to.

-

Mona was wandering the halls, skipping math class because well... it's boring. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Whitney and his friends kind of ganging up on this blond kid who looks... kinda like Whitney? Are they brothers? Twins, maybe?

Mona is fully ready to investigate when Random Blond Kid knocks Whitney out in one punch. Oh, hell no. I'm out. What the fuck. She's panicked because what the fuck was that?? Sure, Mona's stronger than Whitney, but not that strong! And sure, she could probably take more than one punch from that kid, but does she want to? No!

So she sneaks into the Library and interrogates Sydney until he finds the kid's name. Dieter. The fuck kind of name is that?? Die is actually in his name. Nope, he's officially going on Mona's 'People I Should Never Fuck With' list.

[dollya-robinprotector]

Giggling because I love making post with multiple character tags and then wait for the wrong face to be featured on all the tags ksksksks

This sydney looks soooo sillyyyy

Anw I just thought about my past so story time under the cut.

When I was in secondary school, I once knew a friend who was bullied.

For the context, it was a decent school, with 4 grades, each had 4 classes: A for lower-perform and naughty students, B for normal, C for better than average, and D for the Elites who will most definitely have bright future ahead. We are Asian children, study means EVERYTHING for us. Our worth are defined by how well we perform in school, how many awards we have and how good our grades are.

That friend was in class C. I was in class B. Normally we don't make friends outside of the class, but I once saw him being poured water on in the hallway, defended him and we became friends. Or something like that. Let's call him Z because I forgor his name now.

My parents didn't do well with the fact that I failed my entrance test and was stuck in normal class. They didn't have money to upgrade me to class C either, so they made me study extra hard. Back since I started going to school, I was being teased and harassed a lot too cuz I love to draw (what's the problem of kids being mean to artistic kids btw???). But since I was one of the best performers in study, I soon gained some respect and the soft bully subside. (I was terrible in math, but everything else were straight A okay??)

Z wasn't so lucky. I learned that his grades were terrible eventhough he was in class C. He stuttered a lot, always looks down when talking to people, never dare to engage in any conversation, etc... His appearance did not help, and he had some funny smell when I stood close to him. One thing though, he loved drawing too (urgh artistic kids again) and really admired my skill. The only times he would smile are when we talked about our fav anime. Looking back, I think maybe he had something to do with autism? I can't be sure though, but I know his parents spent a LOT to keep him in that better-than-average-class.

The bully was not too terrible, at least from what I saw and heard. He often got splashed by water, threw dirty rag or left-over food at, made fun of, laughed at, his belongings often went missing and be found somewhere dirty, etc... I used to went through all that too, so I helped him to somehow deal with them. Those sort of soft-physical bully were nothing scary once you got used to them. Just a little annoying. He got used to it too, I think, and we didn't mention those when we talk. I admit I might had some savior complex, and that friendship is not entirely friendly. It was more like I thought he would be helpless without me so I can't leave him alone.

And then one day when I was going home from school, Z approached me and asked if I want to go to his house. He said he has a very big greenhouse, and there were some pretty blooming flowers he wanted to show me. I never saw a greenhouse before and I love flowers, of course I said yes!

We rode our bicycles to his house. I've never been to his house before nor meet his parents. I didn't even ask my mom for permission to go but well, I was excited.

We went for a long time, and I started to realize he was leading me into the forest. I still went with him for maybe half an hour more, before I said I was tired and you didn't tell me your house would be this far. Then I look around and truly there was nothing bu trees surrounded the two of us. He looked back at me, clearly exhausted too, and said nothing. I started to realize the situation I was in: a 12 years old, in a forest, with no directions and a strange friend who I didn't really know. Yeh atm I was pretty scared.

I asked Z again where exactly is his house. He stuttered and said I don't need to worry, we would get there very soon. He said if I was too tired I can hop on his bike and he would get me there. Then he attempted to take my hand but that creeped me out so I stepped away from him. I turned my bike, ignored his calls, and just went as fast as I can toward the direction I thought would lead me out of the woods. He called out to me and began to chase after me too, but gave up after some times.

I then just rode my bike with full speed, somehow got out of the woods into a strange road I didn't know, asked around for direction and got home safe. My mom scolded me for being so damn late and I apologized. I never tell anybody, and never talk to Z ever again. He didn't bother me either. And that's the end of the story.

[ciaomarie]

Chapter 2: Getting to Know You

I recently wrote a post-season 2 story about Carmy helping with Sydney's apartment search. I wanted to back track a little to get into his head space just after the Friends and Family almost disaster, but prior to the apartment hunt, during which he is hopelessly crushing on Sydney. Mostly, it's backstory and gives more context to why Carmen is who he is :)

When Carmy stumbled frozen and broken out of the walk-in the night of Friends and Family, Sydney was waiting for him. However, something in his eyes made her reconsider whatever she had been planning to say. She pointed him to sit on floor against a stove she had turned on and made him hot tea. Wordlessly she sat on the floor next to him until he finished. When he tried to speak, nothing came out. His icy mottled fist began to circle his chest, but Sydney closed her hand over his.

"We'll start over again tomorrow."

Weeks later Carmen asked her why she hadn't quit that night. She said "Your face…it looked like mine did when I lost Sheridan."

In return she had asked him what happened with Claire and if it had been her fault.

"No. She thought she knew me, but she didn't and honestly, we didn't have anything in common."

The more Carm thought about Claire the sorrier he felt about how he'd behaved and the less he regretted the break-up. Claire was his high school dream girl. She was always kind to him, despite being able to mingle in nearly every clique at school. She was as comfortable with the student government club, as she was with the skaters. Everyone liked her and for no apparent reason she frequently stopped at his locker to ask if he had gum or invite him to study. So he always kept a pack of gum for her, but was too shy to join her study group. Once she and two of her friends ambushed him after school and convinced him to come to a party the night prior to graduation. He decided he might as well not end his high school career without ever having gone to one. The party was held in woods behind one of the football player's homes. There was a bonfire, cheap beer, too few cups, and couples making out or swaying to "Die in Your Arms".

Claire found a clean Solo cup and they shared a drink as she gazed into his eyes.

"I love this song"

"Yeah…it's popular".

Natalie had been playing Justin Bieber non-stop for the last few years and Carm was almost willing to give up all music if he never had to listen to him sing another note.

He didn't remember the rest of the conversation, but at some point Claire kissed him. 12 years later when they began dating she brought up the night of the party and how he looked so surprised and blushed.

"You were so cute. I bet it was your first kiss!"

"No, but almost" he said a little taken aback. As pleased as he was that Claire was interested, he felt like her project. Something about their relationship reminded him of a cheesy 80's teen movie. Too sweet. Not enough acid.

He could have saved them both a lot of trouble if he'd not given her any number, much less a fake one. But it was Claire, the brilliant, fearless, beautiful girl he'd used to sketch over and over again and she wanted HIM. He liked her so much back then. She went off to Michigan State and he began peeling mushrooms at a restaurant eventually becoming Carmen Berzatto "the most excellent CDC at the most excellent restaurant in the entire United States of America."

But before Claire, in 7th grade summer school, there was Kyla Branson. Carmy needed to take 7th grade math again before they'd pass him to 8th grade and Kyla was a transfer student. She had just finished 6th grade, and was taking 7th grade math and English early, because she was a pianist. A whole freakin' prodigy that would be touring with Eric Clapton later that fall. The math teacher had told the class, much to Kyla's obvious discomfort.

On the third day the class split into pairs to do an assignment and Carmy and Kyla were paired. He could barely look at her. Kyla had thick curly eyelashes which framed her large black brown eyes, her hair was usually brushed up into a soft coily bun like a ballerina, she wore small white diamond earrings in her shockingly small ears, and she had an heart-breakingly cute overbite that showed whenever she smiled. Carmy was gone over this little black girl. She was very shy too, but an overachiever so she persevered in making him talk enough to get the work done.

Once she saw his sketches on the back of his notebook and said he was artist. Using his best charcoal pencils he drew a portrait of her in the privacy of the attic at home. On the last day of summer school he gave it to her when class dismissed and dashed out of the room, his face redder than Heinz ketchup. Kyla caught up with him outside and grabbed his hand leading him out of the view of the car pick-up line.

"Thank you Carmen. I think you're beautiful too" Kyla whispered and kissed him full on the mouth. For three seconds. Then she ran back to the car pick up line, got into her parent's car and Carmen never saw her again.

Once he thought he saw her. The eyes and overbite were startling familiar, but the name was different. It was the day that Sydney Adamu walked into The Beef. It was the day that someone saw who he really was again.

[raven-the-claw]

A Complete Guide To Chaotic Academia

bc its my fav aesthetic and there is not enough content about it

Outfits

most people say that chaotic academia is just dark academia but a little bit more messy, and, well, chaotic. the truth is, chaotic academia is A LOT more messy than dark academia. you can still use dark academia as kind of a "base", but you are going to replace your blazers with flannels, your turtlenecks with tshirts. as for pants, you can go with litteraly anything: cigarette pants, tailored trousers, ripped-up jeans or normal black leggings. i personally really ike ripped up overalls bc they give that "i dont really give a damn, im so misunderstood, my parents didnt love me, im a crazy lonely introverted teenage child" vibe...idk. whatever you wear, make sure you feel comfortable in it! even tho in chaotic academia there are almost no rules at all, here are some things that might help you!

colours: any earthy tones are fine, brown, caramel, dark green, dark red, white, etc etc

fictional characters that might inspire you:

-remus lupin

- any dpc character

- jess mariano

- sydney novak

accesories: flannels (a personal fav + they make even the most boring fit look better), cardigans, converse (bonus points if you draw/write on them or if you have them laced in a weird way), bracelets or necklaces that mean something to you, harry potter back packs, tote bags...

hairstyles: whatever you want, just make sure your hair is ALWAYS messy, looking like you just fucking woke up

Activities and Traits

ok now we're getting to the actually important part bc (repeat after me): chaotic academia is not about how you look, its about how you live and how you act. so here r some thing that might help:

- annotating books with the most unhinged random thoughts

- learning poetry or speeches word for word but not remembering most of the things for school

- studying in the (school) library and being besties with the librarian (optional)

- leaving notes (on trees, mailboxes or library books) for strangers to find

- "studying while listening to classical music" and then instead of studying you end up agressivly mouthing your favorite song

- im sure yall already heard this one, but yes, swearing and slag while discussing deep academic topics is incredibly important

- speaking of important topics: posting something important on social media knowing no one will read it

- doodles on your hands 24/7 (NO SUSAN, I DONT GIVE A DAMN THAT ITS BAD FOR MY SKIN)

- sarcasm. a lot.

- random thoughts

- random quotes

- knowing a ton of conspiracy theories that you dont even beileve in by heart

- listening to all different types of podcasts

- one day reading the classics, the next ya fantasy and day after that ao3 smut

- multifandom, multishipper

- tea/coffee addiction

- adding b.c. to todays date when writing it in school

- random thoughts and the weirdest annotations in your school notebooks, especially the classes that you find boring

- "going to the bathroom" and then spending half of your math class drawing/reading/smoking/crying/thinking/whatever the fuck you wanna do there bc ur tired of everything

- stealing random stuff from stores (tho it is not encouraged blah blah blah)

- watching gilmore girls every fall

- telling people ur favorite colour is green even tho it isnt just to let them know that ur gay

- reading in class, on breaks, at home, parks, meetings, aethletic events, and generally all the fucking time

- doing (mostly) everything last minute

- bad at photography, but you enjoy it

- cold tea my beloved

- wearing one item every day: it can either be a necklace, a flannel, a bracelet, a badge, headphones, earrings etc etc

- extremely messy handwriting, always writing with black pen

- crying at least once a day, but only when ur alone, being super emotional but never showing it

- hobbies include reading, screaming in your pillow, learning unique languages that you will probably never use, rewatching dead poets society, harry potter, enola holmes, end of the fucking world and gilmore girls

- massive bookworm, reads all the time, always has a book with them

- skipping class, not that often tho

- 💫anger issues💫

- hyperactive and lazy at the same time

- uses big words but makes fun of other people when they do it

- writes (rebellious) book quotes everywhere, every single one of their notebooks had IF WE BURN, YOU BURN WITH US written in them lol

- random useless powerpoints

- analysing taylor swift's folklore and evermore instead of sheakspeare because its just better

- retired almost-emo, had a phase when they wore black and acted all mysterious but were never really emo i cant explain it

- likes mcr. this one speaks for itself.

- gay and sad. no explanation needed.

Books, Movies and Music

Books:

- Harry Potter by you know who (WE DONT SUPPORT HER THO)

- The Secret History by Donna Tartt

- Night School by CJ Daugherty (is that how u spell it lol)

- The Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

- Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

- Heartstopper by Alice Oseman

- Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

- Emma by Jane Austen

- Hamlet by Do I Really Need To Say Who

- The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

- The Picture of Dorain Gray by Oscar Wilde

- Frankenstein by Marry Shelley

Movies/TV Shows

- end of the fucking world

- heartstopper

- harry potter

- enola holmes

- dead poets society

- gilmore girls

- httyd (no kidding lol)

im not really a film girlie so if yall have any recs please lmk

Music:

- Mother Mother

- Taylor Swift (obviously)

- Lana Del Slay

- Conan Gray

- Olivia Rodrigo

- My Chemical Romance

- Lovejoy

- Bowie

- Queen

- Radiohead

- Björk

- Those random Disney songs i know you scream to at 3am

also whoever sings the IMJUSTATEENAGEDIRTBAGBAABBYY song

here is my playlist if yall wanna listen to it

hope that helps lol

[heykaya]

PC Orgasming in Various Locations - Part 1

Extracted from the game’s code (4th February 2025)

Index:

School Area - Classrooms, Hallways, Canteen, Library, Pool, Changing Rooms

Places in Town - Museum, Dance Studio, Shopping Centre, Hospital, Arcade, Cafe, Spa, Police Station

Other Places in Town - Temple, Pound, Strip Club, Brothel, Pub, Docks, Sewers

Forest Area - Lake, Campsite

Eastside - Alex’s Farm, Meadow, Countryside, Moor

==============================

*** School Area ***

<=== During Class ===>

You manage to keep yourself from moaning, but your spasms announce your climax to the students around you. A few whispers start to run through the classroom, but are quickly shut down by (teacher). He/She doesn't seem to know the reason, but understands that you are the talk of the class. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10 | Delinquency +1]

(Math Class with Whitney present)

Having taken notice of your orgasm, Whitney smiles at you. [Whitney’s Lust +1]

(English Class with Kylar)

Kylar watches you, transfixed by your orgasm. [Kylar’s Lust +1]

(History class with Robin)

Robin politely tries to look away, but still can't avoid a peek. [Robin’s Lust +1]

<=== School Hallway ===>

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax draws attention, and as you regain control you find yourself stared at from all directions by your fellow students. A few whispers start to run down the hallway. Face red, you turn around a corner, out of sight. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(If PC is early, late, or if there is no school)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside. You feel fortunate that the hallway is empty right now, and hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

<=== School Canteen ===>

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax draws attention, and as you regain control you find yourself stared at from all directions by your fellow students. A few whispers start to run through the canteen. Face red, you attempt to conceal yourself. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(If PC is exposed) You steady yourself as your spasms subside, feeling exposed and hoping the noise hasn't given away your hiding place.

(If PC is early, late, or if there is no school)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside. You feel fortunate that the canteen is empty right now, and hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

<=== Library===>

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax draws attention, and as you regain control you find yourself stared at from all directions by your fellow students. A few whispers start to run through the library. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(+ If you met Sydney and he is in the library)

Sydney clears his throat. The other students get the message and the whispers stop.

(If PC is exposed)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside, feeling exposed and hoping the noise hasn't given away your hiding place.

(If PC is early, late, or if there is no school)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside. You feel fortunate that the library is empty right now, and hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

<=== Empty Classroom ===>

You steady yourself as your spasms subside. You feel fortunate that the classroom is empty right now, and hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

<=== Swimming Class ===>

You manage to keep quiet, so as to not draw Mason's attention. However, your spasms announce your climax to the students around you. A few whispers start to run through the pool. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(If the pool is empty)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside. You feel fortunate that the pool is empty right now, and hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

<=== Girl's/Boy's Changing Room ===>

The sight and sound of a girl/boy convulsing in climax draws attention, and as you regain control you find yourself stared at from all directions by your fellow students. A few whispers start to run through the room. Face red, you turn away to hide your face. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(If the Changing Room is Empty)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside. You feel fortunate that the room is empty right now, and hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

==============================

*** Places in Town ***

<=== Museum ===>

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax draws the attention of the other visitors. As you regain control, you feel yourself stared from all directions. Face red, you flee the scene. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(If at night)

Your loud moans echo through the empty museum. As your spasms subside, you hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

<=== Dance Studio ===>

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax draws the attention of those in the studio. Their reactions are mixed. Some avoid looking. Some stare at you with displeasure. But some also cheer you on. As you regain control of yourself, you notice how rowdy the studio has become. Face red, you try to make yourself look as small and unassuming as possible. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(If PC is exposed)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside, feeling exposed and hoping the noise hasn't given away your hiding place.

(If Dance Studio is closed)

Your loud moans echo through the empty studio. As your spasms subside, you hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

<=== Dance Studio (During Lesson) ===>

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax draws the attention of those in the studio. Their reactions are mostly muted, only the odd glances as they focus on Charlie. As you regain control of yourself, you notice Charlie blushing. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10 | Charlie’s Love +1]*

*yes, his love actually does go up.

<=== Shopping Centre ===>

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax draws the attention of the other shoppers. Their reactions are mixed. Some avoid looking. Some stare at you with displeasure. But some also cheer you on. As you regain control of yourself, you notice how rowdy the place has become. Face red, you flee around a corner. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(If PC is exposed)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside, feeling exposed and hoping the noise hasn't given away your hiding place.

(If Night)

Your loud moans echo through the empty shopping centre. As your spasms subside, you hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

<=== Hospital ===>

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax draws attention. The reaction of those in the hospital is mixed. Some avoid looking. Some stare at you with displeasure. But some also cheer you on. As you regain control of yourself, you notice how rowdy the place has become. Face red, you try to feign it as a medical condition. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(If PC is exposed)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside, feeling exposed and hoping the noise hasn't given away your hiding place.

(If at night)

Your loud moans echo through the empty hospital. As your spasms subside, you hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

<=== Arcade ===>

You steady yourself as your spasms subside. Fortunately, the loud ambient noise has stifled your moans, and the dim lights made your spasms almost imperceptible. Still, as you look around, you notice a (person) staring at you, with a look of surprise and disbelief. His attention, however, quickly goes back to the game he was playing. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(person) = Randomly Generated NPC (the lissome man, the slim girl, etc.)

(If at Night or Dawn)

Your loud moans echo through the empty arcade. As your spasms subside, you hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

<=== Cafe ===>

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax draws the attention of the patrons. Their reactions are mixed. Some avoid looking. Some stare at you with displeasure. But some also cheer you on. As you regain control of yourself, you notice how rowdy the cafe has become. Face red, you try to make yourself look as small and unassuming as possible. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(If PC is exposed)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside, feeling exposed and hoping the noise hasn't given away your hiding place.

(If Cafe is closed)

Your loud moans echo through the empty cafe. As your spasms subside, you hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

<=== Spa ===>

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax draws the attention of the patrons. Their reactions are mixed. Some avoid looking. Some stare at you with displeasure. But some also cheer you on. As you regain control of yourself, you notice how rowdy the spa has become. Face red, you duck behind a tanning bed. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(If Spa is closed)

Your loud moans echo through the empty spa. As your spasms subside, you hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

<=== Police Station ===>

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax draws the attention of those in the police station. Their reactions are mixed. Some citizens filing a complaint avoid looking. Some more sketchy individuals loudly cheer you on. As you regain control of yourself, you see two officers coming in your direction. Face red, you decide it's best to flee the scene. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(If at Night)

Your loud moans echo through the empty police station. As your spasms subside, you hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

==============================

*** Other Places in Town ***

<=== Temple ===>

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax draws attention. The prevalent silence only makes your moans more obvious. Most look at you with disdain, but some shower you with a lustful gaze. As you regain control, you notice yourself stared at from all directions. Face red, you duck behind a pew. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(If PC is exposed)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside, feeling exposed and hoping the noise hasn't given away your hiding place.

(If at night)

Your loud moans echo through the empty temple walls. As your spasms subside, you hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

<=== Pound ===>

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax draws the attention of the (animals), who watch with curiosity as you shake and steady yourself. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6]

(animals) = dogboys/doggirls/dogpeople/hounds/dogs, depending on your game settings.

<=== Strip Club ===>

You steady yourself as your spasms subside. Fortunately, the loud ambient noise has stifled your moans, and the dim lights made your spasms almost imperceptible. Still, as you look around, you notice a patron staring at you. He/She grins and gives you a wink, before getting up and leaving. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(If the Strip Club is closed)

Your loud moans echo through the empty club. As your spasms subside, you hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

<=== Brothel ===>

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax draws attention. Those in the brothel cheer you on, while shouting all kinds of profanities. As you regain control of yourself, you notice how rowdy the place has become. Face red, you disappear into a crowded area. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

<=== Pub ===>

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax draws attention. Those in the pub cheer you on, while shouting all kinds of profanities. As you regain control of yourself, you notice how rowdy the place has become. Face red, you disappear into a crowded area [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

<=== Docks ===>

You steady yourself as your spasms subside. You look around, and it doesn't look like anyone noticed your orgasm. That is, until you take note of a (person) looking at you from afar. He/She gives you a grin, and then goes back to work. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(person) = Randomly Generated NPC (the lissome man, the slim girl, etc.)

(If at night)

Your loud moans echo through the empty docks. As your spasms subside, you hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

<=== Sewers ===>

Your loud moans echo through the tunnels.

(Either Event A or Event B will happen)

(Event A)

As your spasms subside, you hope the noise hasn't attracted further attention. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6] [+ If Morgan is hunting you, he will be further away by one step/one move]

(Event B)

As your spasms subside, you hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

==============================

*** Forest Area ***

<=== Lake ===>

(Either Event A or Event B will happen)

(Event A)

You steady yourself against a tree as your spasms subside. Fortunately, there's no one around right now to see you in such a state.

(Event B)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside. Fortunately, the loud ambient noise has stifled your moans, and the foliage provides cover for your spasms. Still, as you look around, you notice a (person) staring at you. He grins, before going back to his friends. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(person) = Randomly Generated NPC (the lissome man, the slim girl, etc.)

(If PC is exposed)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside, feeling exposed and hoping the noise hasn't given away your hiding place.

<=== Campsite ===>

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax draws the attention of the campers. They look surprised for a moment, but soon smile at your lewd display. As you regain control of yourself, you notice their lustful gaze. Face red, you flee the scene. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Exhibition Fame +10]

(If one of these requirements are met: (1) Sky is not clear, (2) It is before 6pm, or (3) You joined or declined the couple at the lake on that day.)

You steady yourself against a tree as your spasms subside. Fortunately, there's no one around right now to see you in such a state.

(If PC is exposed)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside, feeling exposed and hoping the noise hasn't given away your hiding place.

==============================

*** Eastside ***

<=== Alex’s Farm ===>

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax agitate the animals around you. Alex takes notice of the small commotion, looking at you as your orgasm starts to subside. Face deep red, you both avoid eye contact, and try to act like nothing happened. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Alex’s Lust +1]

(If Alex is in the shower, in the fields, or on the phone)

The sight and sound of a girl convulsing in climax agitate the animals around you. Fortunately, Alex is not around to see you in such a state. You steady yourself and go back to work.

(If is it nighttime)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside, and hope the noise hasn't disturbed the animals.

(If PC is (1) very exposed, or (2) exposed and wearing uncomfortable underwear)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside, feeling exposed and hoping the noise hasn't given away your hiding place.

<=== Alex’s Farm - While clearing the fields ===>

Noticing your spasms, Alex comes to check on you. Once he understands what's happening, however, he stops himself, watching as your orgasm subsides. Face deep red, you both avoid eye contact, and try to act like nothing happened. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Alex’s Lust +1]

(If PC is alone)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside, and feel grateful that Alex isn't around right now to see you in such a state.

<=== Alex’s Farm - When he’s on the phone ===>

Your loud moans attract the attention of Alex and the person on the phone. "I-I'm sorry," he stammers. "Th-that was just the wind." He continues the call with his face deep red, and you both avoid eye contact as your spasms subside. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6 | Alex’s Lust +1]

<=== Meadow ===>

(Either Event A or Event B happens)

(Event A)

You grip the blades, steadying yourself as your spasms subside. The sounds of your climax get carried by the breeze, but fortunately there's no one around to listen.

(Event B - has a 9% chance of happening)

You grip the blades, steadying yourself as your spasms subside. You think there's no one around to listen, but you notice a fox staring at you, hiding in the grass. It runs off before you can flee. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6]

<=== Countryside ===>

A random number from 1 - 10 is generated. One of the following events will occur.

(If the number is 1, 2 or 3)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside. A car passes by your side. You wonder if the people inside noticed your climax. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6]

(If the number is 4)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside. A truck passes by your side. You wonder if the driver noticed your climax. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6]

(If the number is 5)

You steady yourself as your spasms subside. A tractor passes by your side. You wonder if the farmer noticed your climax. [Trauma +6 | Stress +6]

(All other numbers)

Your loud moans echo through the empty countryside. As your spasms subside, you hope the noise hasn't attracted attention.

<=== Moor ===>

You almost fall down to the short grass, but manage to steady yourself as your orgasm subsides.

Degrees of Lewdity - Text Based Masterpost

[muckmagister]

ANOTHER RAPID FIRE QUESTION ROUND!!!!! on the condition that it cannot help you escape the deserted island, what is one thing you would take to a deserted island? what's a book that changed your life in high school? what's your ideal job? what's your favorite ice cream flavor? what's your favorite place you ever visited and where would you like to visit someday? what's your favorite video game? again i can't think of any more questions but if you have something you would like to say. well. you can say it. bye bye 💖💖💖

oouhh my god that's a tough question to start with. like the boring answer would be some sort of multi tool but i suppose anything that helps me survive would eventually also help me leave. it'd have to be like. a ball. or some other sort of small nicknack that i could easily keep on me to play around with, oH or my childhood plushy. or actually like a lil instrument like a harmonica to learn that'd be cool. yeaah so like a rubiks cube or a harmonica or my plushie ^^

The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy was like the only thing i read during middle/high school that wasn't required reading for a class it's fantastic. ok well it wasn't the only thing i read but it's the only thing i've reread like 5 times by now lmao. it definitely helped stoke my imagination and interest in physics with the dumbass sci-fi fkjdksjs

wuuuh i haven't thought too much about it but i think ideally i end up in some sort of pure mathematics research position; i imagine i'm also gonna end up teaching at a uni somewhere at the same time, which isn't bad honestly even though i'm an awful teacher ^^ i just love talking about and trying to explain that stuff. i don't know exactly where my passion comes from but it's just. sure i've always been good at it but more than that it's exciting! it's so exciting to learn about! maths isn't invented, it's discovered, and we're discovering it! and it's so complex and so stupid. it's embedded in everything and exists wholly outside of it. i also like philosophy lmao

ok ok, so. good. proper. vanilla icecream. like chocolate with fudgy bits and stuff is incredible, fruity/berry flavoured icecream is awesome too. but there's a reason vanilla became synonymous with default and it isn't because it's boring it's because it's the best. but yeah only if it's good, shitty vanilla icecream sucks ass. it's also incredibly close to be entirely honest i DO like a good berry icecream. but the simplicity and delicacy of vanilla just does it for me most of the time

i don't think i have a favourite place- i haven't traveled enough yet😭 the furthest i've been from home was just sydney and the gold coast and it was like. different but the same, all just australia still but somewhere else. but i've always wanted to tour through europe and japan and some bits in south africa and the americas and other places too though. i need to see everything

AHH terraria probably??!!!?! it's so hard to say but really terraria is probably the game i've played the most in my life. otherwise plazma burst is an old flash game that's close to my heart because of nostalgia. and cause it's fucking awesome still tbh. OHH and the henry stickmin games!!!! also nostalgia but they also fucking rock still. and then there's the basic answers like portal and skyrim because of course. i cried when i finally beat portal 2, it was literally one the first games i ever played on the xbox 360 we got when i was like 9-10 years old, and like, i'd get stuck at bits and not play for a while at a time so it ultimately took some two years to get through but when it happened it was just. ough.

[secretshamecorner]

D the Risqué/Rising

D sees Rapechestershire as a place that ruins everything it touches with few exceptions. She knows that she is tainted, as fucked up as any other person in town. She doesn't care where the money came from or what she has to do to get it. Her goal is to make enough money to get Robin out of Rapechestershire.

She is certain that Sydney is putting on a front when they first meet, but after spending time with Sydney, trying to prove that Sydney is lying, she realizes that Sydney is genuine, and she gets a second goal of wanting to protect Sydney like she protects Robin.

As an NPC:

D is a student at Oxford with a bit of a reputation. She's well behaved in class, good grades, competed in the maths competition, but rumor has it that if you pay her, she'll give you the best head of your life. One day a week, she can be found in the library during lunch and after class where she offers math tutoring. The other days she's working the bathroom gloryholes.

Her unique stat is resignation/hope, and it functions like Sydney's purity/corruption stat.

D starts with full resignation. If the player doesn't show kindness, expresses no belief that things will ever get better or could be made better, or demands/pays for sex, D will stay resigned and spend only one day tutoring. However, if the player shows kindness, shows a belief that things will get better or that things can be made better, or doesn't pay for or demand sex, the resignation stat will flip to hope. As resignation lowers and hope increases, D will spend more days tutoring in the library, inspired by the player to be better and treat herself with a shred of respect instead of just holes to fuck. If the player increases resignation, D will return to working the gloryholes. She'll always spend a day in the library though.

[faetouchedfool]

oh shit shuri info dumping WAHEY

all info stc because i'm forgetful af on god

if only i wasn't too lazy to make comics or finish my wip huhu

won't tell too much about obvious stuff because that'd be spoiling my fic that might never be released anyway but hey

South Indian third generation immigrant

Used to live on the other side of the country before being disowned and running away

Did not come to DOLTown alone

Was considered a "missing" child for a long while before coming of age and making it clear that she was not in obvious danger or in need of assistance

Refuses to say anything about her family and what happened to her out of spite and caution

She is so good at withholding information, keeping people away, and keeping to herself that people have forgotten who exactly she came to the town with and who she lost

Not that it isn't intentional. She'd rather people forget how she was before it all went down.

Is 6'2" feet tall, considered large, and jacked as hell

And I mean JACKED

Max Physique and Athletics type shit

Nearly maxed Striking, Kicking, and Footwork (DoL+ things)

Lives at the MMA gym

Slouches and crouches during school to blend in amongst the crowd better, leading to horrendous back pain (she still won't stop doing it even if he spine snaps in half)

Used to be even more toned and built when she had easy access to food

Only manages to maintain her physique despite her newfound duties due to the physical labour she does

Has an ample chest that's been slowly shrinking due to malnourishment, much to her horror

Has a sword tattooed on her sternum that she managed to get done in prison

Surprisingly, the tattoo turned out and healed great despite the conditions she got it in.

More than enough people have made jokes about her "unsheathing the sword" when she takes her shirt off to the point where it got old.

If she had the money, she would get tattoos all over her arms. (She already has designs sketched out)

Really thick and heavy hair, which reaches to her knees.

Only cuts it to trim dead ends, maintain her shaved sides, and give it layers.

Did I mention that she has shaved sides? She loves her shaved sides.

Keeps her hair up to showcase her sides, except when she's at school where she can easily conceal it.

Has sharp eyes only made sharper thanks to the kohl and the eyeshadow she religiously wears when she's anywhere but the temple or school

Heavy eyebags and hyperpigmentation

Wears glasses at school, has contacts on everywhere else

Nearsighted bitch

Wears an undershirt, the longest school blouse she could find, gloves, the long school skirt, leggings, and a hoodie over everything in school.

Almost always has big chunky headphones on during break.

You won't be able to catch an inch of her skin while she's at school.

Contrast that with when she's drinking at the pub or working, where she always dons an unbuttoned shirt that shows off her tattoo and her cleavage

Is almost never seen without the fur-lined winter coat she's had for years hanging off her shoulders even during summer

Wears the one pair of shoes she has everywhere: a pair of combat boots that are hanging by a thread (can someone please buy her new shoes)

Thrifts or steals all of her clothing

She's only able to enroll into Oxford well into the second month of school, something something about being on parole and having to deal with scheduling and conflicts of interest and such

Shares Science class with Sydney (much to her horror) and Math with Kylar

Is forced to sit next to Sydney to help him out a bit/encourage her to actually try and pay attention (def not just Sirris trying to get them to get along)

Sits next to Kylar only because she knows he'll leave her alone

Does not try hard at school at all

Always asleep or spacing out, to the point where she gets detention every day

Only does work when in class, never has the time to do homework

Is amazing at Science at Math, but not at the competitive mathlete science fair winner level which leads her to discredit herself a lot

Speedruns doing work so she can catch some Zs (which leaves her paper open for Kylar to copy)

Horrible at the English subject specifically and refuses to get help for it (she's been discriminated against for it before, and she does not want to repeat that experience)

Only tryhards English as to not seem too stupid

So-so at History, she's not smart enough at it to bullshit it and still get good marks

Does not know how to word things more gently to people

Sounds like she's threatening someone when she talks to people more often than not

Wry and crude sense of humour

Makes a lot of jokes under her breath, and only says them out loud when she's drinking or trusting of her company

Actually secretive as Hell, will not tell you about the parts of her that matter until she feels secure enough even if you catch her at her most extroverted

Somehow manages to transform into a completely different person in every place she's at

ex. Shuri at school being silent, avoidant, spacey, always exhausted and lost in whatever song is blasting from her headphones

Shuri at the temple being irritable and snarky but also all fake cheery and patronising

vs Shuri at the pub being boisterous, loud, cocky, and energetic

If you ask her what side of her is the real her, expect only a blank stare back.

She hates her real self more than you might, after all.

[degreesofindanity]

Thoughts on accidentally stumbling ass backwards into playing DoL as a Stardew Valley Sim:

-Alex is still great, but I accidentally let her get too lustful and dommy, so now she makes me make the tea in the morning and wants to fuck every night

-Actually nevermind, no buts there it's great i love my wife

-It is kinda funny that my Purity keeps dropping because I fuck nasty with one girl every night though. Like she's basically my common law wife at this point but we're just too freaky for whatever universal spirit of moral judgement presides over the souls of the people of the DoL universe

-Doing the chores every day is kind of meditative. just milking cows and feeding pigs and playing with dogs all day, except for harvest days where Im frantically trying to harvest and replant as much as I can before the sun goes down and I need to sleep

-I love going into town on weekends to run my little farmers market stand, get a little modelling in, and see my sidepiece Avery. Just bringing a little bit of country class to all these townies! Also flirting up a storm just to sell an extra couple potatoes for dirt cheap but thats fine thats business fame baby

-I like to think Alex knows about Avery she's just like "Hell yeah get paid baby just make him wear a condom and maybe accidentally call my name a few times when he's balls deep in you so he remembers who you really belong to"

-I should probably kick Avery to the curb tbqh. He keeps gambling me away to those creeps Quinn and Leighton, he hates that I won't drink when I'm pregnant with Alex's babies, and even when I get max endearment by helping him win the dancing contest his payout kinda sucks these days I can get like 3 times as much in 3 hours of modelling and no-one is allowed to touch or drug me

-Sorry Avery if you ever get a proper romance storyline I WILL create a cute little social butterfly twink trophy husband OC just for you

-I wish they'd get off my back about school! I got Straight A's! The teachers and students all loved me! I won the Math and Science competitions and got a standing O at the Christmas play! I have conquered you School! Stop lowering my grades and siccing the cops on me I have graduated to become a farmwife >:[

-Speaking of school I do need to go back to get my grades back up and also because I kinda miss Sydney and Robin. But also it sucks I gotta spend so much time there instead of keeping up my farm and kissing my sweet baboo Alex.

-Given the biggest things I miss about school are Sydney and Robin, I really should just be able to bring them to the farmlands. I think Robin could be a pretty decent farmhand now that's he confident and mostly over his trauma! Sydney can start a new branch of the temple in the farmlands! There's gotta be more than enough true believer farmers who hate driving to the city every weekend for church right?

-I was going to suggest I could hire Whitney for security, but let's be real. Even if she accepted she would immediately start slacking off and accepting bribes from Remy to give us bad directions during assaults, and the first time she called me slut Alex would literally beat her to death with a hammer

-Besides I hired a curvy woman named Julie to be our security and she's cool as hell. I like to think the kids will call her Aunt Julie when they're old enough to talk

-Aunt Sydney, Uncle Robin, and Aunt Julie will also have standing invitations to dinner as long as they live but be warned dinner will most likely be Steak with Apple Crumble for desert because that is what my wife likes <3