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More art I did of Sydney! These are from years ago, but I swear he's still my muse to this day! I wish I still drew like I used to ๐ญ
Initiate
Male (Pure) Sydney x Fem! Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
TW: 18+ MDNI, dub-con, exhibitionism, chastity cage, oral (f. receiving)
An initiate who hasn't been seen in the temple in weeks, Sydney wonders what happened to you. Your visits to the church lessened and lessened, until one day you just stopped showing up. Your presence wasn't forgotten quickly, not just by him, but by all other members of the church. Whispers would flow through the walls, whispers of impurity, of falling into lust.
At school you were the pinnacle of kindness and popularity. Loved by all, and sweet even to those who aren't to you. He finds it hard to believe what the other initiates say. Yet you still never visited the temple.
Sydney knows it's wrong to follow you, he asked the goddess for forgiveness, but curiosity gets the better of him. What would keep someone formally so committed to the church away from it? And what it was, was a strange building. Only a few streets away from the shop his father had purchased, he watched you enter that unmarked place, the filthy metal grey door closing behind you. It was in an awful part of town, and sketchy as well. After hours went by, his worry for you grew.
Grasping at his cross, Sydney followed you inside. He was met with an awful scent, similar to the communion wine, but stronger, loud pounding music, and worst of all, a plethora of people, none of them looking as if they had good intentions. In the middle of the room was a stage, and on the stage was you. In a state of undress, you were only covering your modesty with a pair of underwear. So thin it could barely be called fabric, more like strings on your groin, not leaving much to the imagination.
He flushed beneath his thick glasses, wanting to say something, but also finding himself entranced with the crowd of people. Your dancing was mesmerizing, your bodyโฆSydney gulped and gripped his holy pendant tighter. Your body was heavenly, even as sweat soaked between every crevice of it. Your plush thighs gripping the pole in front of you, your heel clad feet making you twirl, showing off all your assets.
The voice in his head that's telling him to leave is drowned out by the feeling in his shorts. For the first time in his life, his chastity cage holding his cock is uncomfortable, it's too tight, it's painful as his hardening length presses against the confines. He tries to leave, but he can't. Not when you're on the floor of the stage dancing, money cushioning the hard wood as more wads of cash are thrown at you.
The people around the stage are like ravenous animals, hands clawing for just a touch of your skin. Their lips spew such venomous words of what they want to do to you, objectifying your body in ways he's never heard before. Some are evenโฆfondling themselves. It's a sight that makes him gasp in shock, turning his head away before forcing himself to look back. Sure enough it's true, as you dance lewdly across the floor, they're touching themselves. It's disgusting. But he doesn't feel himself growing softer in his pants.
You sit with your legs open, already towards the crowd with a mischievous smile. Your finger dips inside your thong, hooking around the fabric. Slowly, tantalizing, you pull it down your body, down your thighs, down your shins, and last your heels. You hold the thong up with your legs still spread, your pussy dripping as you toss it out into the crowd, where they practically tackle each other to take it.
Up on that stage where you sit naked, body bare for everyone to see, money being tossed at you left and right, you finally lock eyes with him. It's be hard not to notice him, clearly out of place in a grimy area such as this, and still wearing his neat school uniform. A look of shock forms on your face when you see him there, shock and shame, but it's gone before any of your patrons can notice. You're back to being a temptress, an erotic dancer of the night, you curl your finger at him, beckoning him closer. Like his body has no mind of his own, he steps to you.
You ease yourself closer to the edge of the stage, the height of it meaning he's face to face with your dripping core between your legs. He's never been so close to something like this before, not outside the church. It's glistening beneath the flashing lights and only getting wetter as his hazel eyes look upon it. The smell is intoxicating, sweet like honey, he wonders if your nectar tastes the same.
โCโmon, lick it,โ your voice so sultry it's like a song, you gesture for him to come even closer, until he can feel the what of your cunt against his face, โGive them a show.โ
He looks around at the room of peopy, all eyes on him. They're hungry. They're ravenous. They're waiting patiently. With shaking hands he reaches up to spread your folds, begging the goddess for forgiveness once again. His hesitant tongue slithers from his mouth and he traces a reluctant lick all the way from your hole to your slit. The taste isโฆdelectable.
Sydney pulls away from a second, thinking about what he'd just done, but when he looks up and meets your eyes, your cheeks flushed as you pant, he can't find it in himself to care. He dives back into your cunt, lapping away at your folds messily. His tongue finds it's way inside you, his hand reaching up to rub at your clit. If you're putting on a performance, it's a good one, moaning and squirming against his ministrations.
He can hear the way the crowd cheers, hear their filthy words and disgusting comments. He can hear it all, but if sounds like nothing to him. Nothing matters to him. Not when you're tangling your fingers in his hair and dripping down his chin, coating his face in that delectable, honeyed wetness. His glasses grow foggy, but it doesn't matter. His fingers dig into your thighs as he sucks at your clit, making your hips buck off of the stage.
โAhhโฆyesโฆyes Sydney, just like that,โ you moan for him, body trembling beneath his touch.
He'll have to stay on his knees for hours to pray for salvation and hope for forgiveness, it's only fair that he does. His chest heaving he looks down at his shorts, they're damp to the touch. He steps in an alleyway to the side to check on himself, opening his pants he sees his caged cock, covered and smeared in a white fluid.
You cum for him beautifully, a sense of pride filling him as you yank your body away from his touch to spasm on the stage. Your twitching cunt dripping down on all the bills below you. The crowds burst into cheers as Sydneyโs mind looses it's cloudiness, as realization hits him. You pick up your clothes to leave the stage, but he's already rushing out the door before you can even dress. Out the door and down the street, he pants while wiping his mouth, trying to collect himself and think of what he did.
how the LIs come
18+
pure!sydney buries his face into your chest, lapping at your nipple with a warm tongue. "you're beautiful," he breathes, eyes filled with adoration as he watches you roll your hips. you take him so well and yet, he is taken by you. when you place your hand around his throat, his eyes widen. "beloved," sydney gasps, clutching you as he fills you with the warmth of his worship.
"wonderful." corrupt!sydney's breath is warm against your ear as he rocks his hips into you. one of his hands is busy stroking you, coaxing breathy moans as you fuck yourself against him. your hand braces against the shelf. there are students milling around in the distance. "i can feel you clenching around me," he whispers, pushing himself in deeper. there's a note of fanaticism to his voice, an obsessiveness in his embrace that threatens to drive you over the edge. it takes all of your strength not to keen. thankfully, his fingers, so soft and smooth, slip into your mouth. "but we wouldn't want the others to know that, do we?"
"so fucking whiney," whitney curses, taking your hair in his fist as he fucks you against the desk. "you've been waiting for this, haven't you?" he sinks his teeth into your skin, rakes his nails across your hips as he comes. whitney is selfish, but his marks burn in a way you can't resist. he doesn't wait for you to adjust yourself and pulls up his trousers. you hear him fasten his belt. "better clean yourself up before the break's over."
kylar whines. he can't help it. all week, he's been saving himself for you, palming his groin whenever it got too unbearable, all because he wanted to fill you up once you were back in his arms. "you look so beautiful like this," he gasps against your neck, rutting into you with jerky, desperate thrusts. "you'll, hah, take everything that i can give you, right?"
there's a grumble that builds within eden's throat - part growl, part rolling of thunder as his hips meet yours. "you're mine," he says gruffly, his tongue licking a hot stripe along your neck. the hunter has you pinned. his massive body cages you in while he thrusts, cock twitching inside of you as he smashes his mouth against yours to swallow your moans. when he pulls away, he licks his teeth, admiring your sweat-slicked skin as his release leaks out of you. what a sight he is, your hunter. what a feast you are, his prey. "don't you ever forget that."
"we have to be quiet," robin muffles his moans by pressing his mouth against yours. he's got you in his lap, arms wrapped around your body as he thrusts. just a few minutes ago, he had been playing video games. now, his hands are occupied, sculpting your sides. your back. when you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull, he lets out a needy whine that you silence by taking his lips between your teeth.
ivory wraith hums, a sonorous thrum that vibrates the very marrow of your bones. when his pleasure crests, it is the surge of the current. the coiling of a great and powerful tide that washes over you, drowning you as he swells. "droplet," he sighs, pressing a cold kiss to your temple. the specter's embrace is gentle yet possessive, his caress carrying the promise of adoring you during this lifetime and a thousand more. "may we never part again."
Yandere! Whitney would definitely be a type that I haven't delved into before, but one that I would love!
Vrel said that Whitney and Sydney are both characters that have yandere potential. He said that Whitney would be the most violent as a yandere, but that Sydney would be the scariest, he refused to elaborate further.
SYDNEY BEING TALLER THAN ME IS WHATS GONNA PUSH ME OVER THE EGDE
I suddenly have ideas for a fic though
Casual reminder that most of the love interests have (semi) canon heights.
I don't know what the hell they're feeding Black Wolf but he is too damn big!
You see Sydney carrying laundry and cleaning supplies in and out of the quarters
(Friendzone corrupt Sydney & nun Ena)
More Degrees of Lewdity in a Nutshell.
A continuation of these shitposts! Part 1 Part 2
Obligated Halloween post
Bunny Suit (Literal) Pure!Sydney
will try to draw/interpret them all (โ โโขโฯโโขโ โ)
Dol Sydney brain rot (R18)
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Nothing but a pin drop can be heard throughout the church. The hall is empty, dark open to any sin that may want to come in to corrupt the innocent seeking sanctuary. Two people kneel at the front of it all. The statue looked down on them both, with a judging glare. Heavy breaths and soft moans are shared between the two sinners. Quiet and gentle, they basked in each otherโs comfort. Feeling each other's warmth knowing they will face a greater heat when the depths of hell come to claim them both. โOh.. please god.โ The boy with long strawberry blond hair whimpers out, his slender fingers find their home in the hand of his lover. The one who made him starved for love and lust. For a moment he wonders if his God will ever forgive him, but itโs dismissed as soon as he feels his beloved's hands running through his messy strains of hair. His breaths come out hot as he prays into the skin of the most beloved person in heaven. Hoping that this moment lasts forever.
๐๐ป๐ช๐ซ ๐ช ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ช ๐ซ๐ธ๐ธ๐ด, ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ'๐ผ ๐ฌ๐พ๐ป๐ต ๐พ๐น ๐ซ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฎ๐น๐ต๐ช๐ฌ๐ฎ
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"แดส แดกแดสแด ๊ฑ แดสแดส แดกแดสส แดกษชแดส สแดแดส ๊ฑแดแดสส; แดกสแดสแด แดแดแดส ๊ฑสสสแดสสแด ๊ฑแดแดษดแด สส ษดแดสสแดแดแด๊ฑ แดแดส แดษดษชแดษด. แดสแด แด แดแดกแดส๊ฑ สแดแดก แดษดแด แดษดษดแดแดษดแดแด แดสแด ษดแดแดก สแดษขษชษดษดษชษดษข๊ฑ, แดษดแด แดสแด แดแดษด๊ฑแดษดแดษดแด๊ฑ ๊ฑษชษดษข แดสแด สแดสสแดแด แด๊ฐ แดแดส แดแดแดแดษดแด"
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๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐ธ๐ด๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฏ~
(updated on 13th Sep'24)
1) ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ณ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐๐
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๐ฐ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐~
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NEED your sydney. carnally . NEED HIM. (foaming from the mouth sobbing crying) NEED HIM
I was thinking abt dol characters and how I imagine them so I decided to start with Sydney ๐คฅ just a lil sketches for now