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propertyofkylar · 15 days

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teasing your best friend kylar until she snaps <3

f!kylar x f!reader

cw: yandere nonsense - stalking, kidnapping, drugging. dubcon, victim blaming

word count: 2107

Getting to be your best friend was a gift. No, gift was too light of a word. It was the absolute honor of Kylar's life.

She could easily convince herself that life was alright as your best friend because she got to be by your side all of the time. Then, she could go home and work on her drawings of the two of you being in love and more.

But lately, it was getting to be too much. And it was entirely your fault. You knew what you were doing to Kylar. The too-short skirts. The unbuttoned shirts. The lingering touches and kisses to her cheek. Yes, it was all too much for Kylar.

Honestly, she figured she could handle it. But the fact was that there were still other people to worry about. Every time Kylar saw you smiling at someone else or placing a hand on their shoulder...Kylar thought she might explode from rage. Why would you even bother looking at anyone else when she was right there, willing and ready?

At this exact moment, Kylar was standing by the school entrance, watching you talk to someone. She couldn’t even see clearly who it was from the distance, but she knew she fucking hated it. She seethed as she watched you laugh and toss your hair back. What was wrong with you? Why were you even talking to someone other than Kylar?

It made her so angry. First of all, didn’t you know how bad people were? Kylar had tried so many times to warn you, but you always laughed it off and said you could handle it yourself. But clearly you couldn’t, Kylar thought as she reached into her bag and wrapped her small hand around one of her darts. Carefully hiding it in her fist, she took a deep breath in and ran up to you.

“H-hi!” Kylar said, trying to look casual. Her heart skipped a beat at the way you turned and smiled at her. She should be the only one to see you like this. “Um. I-it looks like it’s going to rain...can I walk you home?”

“Yeah, sure,” you gave Kylar a pat on the head as you spoke, which made her blush. “See ya at home, Robin.”

She took your empty hand in hers and the two of you began walking together. “What’s up with you?” You said to her teasingly. Kylar’s grip on her dart tightened. “You seem nervous. Am I that hot today?” You bumped your hip against Kylar’s.

Kylar didn’t answer, just took in a sharp breath. Your smile faltered. “Seriously, Ky. You good? You look kinda off…”

“’m fine,” Kylar muttered.

You frowned, but didn’t push the matter. “Okay…”

Kylar’s eyes darted around as she walked with you, growing further away from everyone else. When you were getting close to her place, she stopped suddenly.

“What’s up, Kylar?”

She bit her lip and pulled her hand away from yours to point behind you. “What is that thing? Do you see that?”

“Hm?” You spun around, and Kylar’s heartbeat quickened. You took the bait! “What are you--ow!” Your words were cut off as Kylar stuck the dart into your neck, and you wavered a minute before starting to fall. She grabbed you and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m sorry,” Kylar whispered. “But it had to be this way.”

Kylar softly stroked your hair as she sat in your lap. She had watched you in your sleep plenty of times before - during sleepovers and otherwise - but getting to snuggle up to do while doing so felt like a treat. And when you started to stir, a rush of excitement ran through her body.

“Mm?” You blinked groggily and started to look around. Kylar had given you a very strong dose of her homemade sedative, so she wasn’t surprised at this reaction. “What am I...huh? What's happening...?” You tried to move, but were unable to. Kylar had made sure to tie you to the chair extra tightly.

“My love is awake!” Kylar said gleefully, unable to stop herself from clapping her hands together in joy. She buried her face in your neck and smiled against your skin. “I am so happy right now.”

“What...?” Clearly you weren’t getting it. “Kylar, what's going on?”

Kylar pulled back to look in your eyes, which were...filled with fear, for some reason. She frowned slightly. “Sorry. I had to make sure you wouldn't go anywhere. And now you're here and all mine!”

You blinked slowly. “You...did this to me?”

Kylar sighed. She figured it might take you a bit to get used to it. “I had to, my love! You wouldn’t listen to me about the world being bad. And you…” she felt angry just thinking about it. “You were being mean! You were teasing me and flirting with me and I…” Kylar shook her head. “This is what’s right. This is what’s meant to be! Just the two of us together.” She sighed happily and leaned her head on your shoulder.

“Kylar…” she sat up eagerly, anticipating what you had to say. “Man, what the fuck?!”

Kylar felt like her heart shattered. Didn’t you want this too? Isn’t that what you had meant with the teasing?

“I mean, seriously. What the fuck!” You continued. “What am I supposed to do here? You tied me up. Just…what the hell?”

Kylar clenched her fists, feeling anger rise in her, replacing the devastation she had been feeling moments ago. What did she do wrong? No, no. It was the rest of the world that was the problem. The two of you were literally meant to be. Kylar was sure of it. She inhaled sharply and pulled away from you, standing up. You didn’t get it. Clearly, you just didn’t. She had to make sure you understood.

“No…” Kylar mumbled, shaking her head. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to work. It’s not.”

“Can—” your voice was hesitant. You could sense Kylar’s instability. “Can you let me go, Ky? And maybe we can talk about this?”

“No!” Kylar snapped. “No! We don’t need to talk. It’s just the two of us, okay? This is how it’s supposed to be! You don’t get it. That’s okay, my love!” She lit up with a crazed grin. “I can make you get it!”

Kylar bent over your body, digging her nails into your thighs, as she leaned in and kissed you. You tasted just as sweet as she had always imagined. She would have probably enjoyed it more if you had been a little more willing, but she was okay with waiting until you got to that point. Kylar pulled away slightly with a happy sigh. “My first kiss…” she whispered, before leaning back in and kissing you again.

Your lips were soft and unmoving. You weren’t fighting back, thankfully, but you weren’t exactly participating. Kylar moved one hand from your thigh to grip your jaw, shoving her tongue into your mouth. And when your tongue brushed against hers, she felt you shudder.

Kylar squirmed as she kissed you again and again. She had wanted this for so long, and now she had you completely alone.

With a giggle, she pulled back to unbutton your school shirt. She tugged the front aside and reached a hand to squeeze your tit. “You’re so pretty,” Kylar mumbled as she pinched your nipple. You yelped, and it made Kylar giggle more.

“You didn’t even wear a bra! Naughty,” Kylar grinned. “Don’t worry. You can touch mine, too.” She quickly unbuttoned her own shirt and pulled her bra off before glancing back down at where your hands were tied. “Oh. Maybe not this time. I don’t know if you’ll run away or not…next time you can touch me!”

Kylar continued kissing you, pressing her lips against yours but also all over your face and neck. She was breathing heavily and she knew that no matter how you tried not to show it, you were feeling the same.

“Relax, my love,” Kylar mumbled before licking your neck and biting down. You squeaked. “I love you! I know what you need!”

She kissed your mouth some more but managed to pull herself away. The whimper you let out at the separation made Kylar’s heart flutter. But she had bigger plans than just kissing.

Kylar stood up and took a step back before dropping to her knees. Heart racing with excitement. She flipped the front of your skirt up and the sight made her gasp.

“No panties, either!” She grinned up at you, taking in the shy blush creeping up your face. “You really do want me. I knew it. Don’t worry,” Kylar cooed, sliding her hands up your thighs towards your wet, glistening folds. “It’ll feel good.”

She looked up at you again. You were squirming and breathing heavily. A pang of sympathy rolled through Kylar - it must be pretty uncomfortable to have your wrists and ankles tied up like that while Kylar was about to pleasure you. But she shook off that thought. She wouldn’t have had to tie you up if you hadn’t teased her so much. You deserved this, she reminded herself. It was an unfortunately necessary punishment.

Kylar bit your inner thigh and felt the muscles clench around her head. She wanted to savor this feeling. Then, feeling so excited that she might burst, she licked your wet cunt.

“So sweet,” she mumbled as she licked again and again, feeling you tremble. Kylar braced herself with one hand on your thigh and with the other, slid two fingers into your hole.

“Kylar,” you whined, and hearing you sound like that was immediately the best thing Kylar had ever heard. She was determined to draw that sound out of you as many times as she could.

She wanted to remember everything about this moment. Ideally, of course, the two of you would end up doing this over and over for the rest of your happy lives. But this moment was special. It was your first time together. So Kylar took in everything. The way you tasted. The way your thigh muscles clenched with every stroke of her tongue. The feel of your fluids on her face. The sound of your fingernails scratching against the arms of the chair. It was all beautiful and perfect to Kylar.

She looked up at you through her lashes and the two of you made eye contact. You looked beautiful with your hair falling around your face. Your cheeks were red and there was a look in your eyes Kylar had never seen before. Desire.

With renewed vigor, Kylar used her tongue to spell her name against your pussy, flicking your clit every few seconds and humming happily at the moans that fell out of your mouth nonstop. Maybe by writing her name on you, it would subconsciously remind you that Kylar was all you would ever need.

“K-Kylar,” you gasped. “I’m gonna…”

That was all Kylar needed to hear. She gripped your thighs with her hands as you bucked against her face, riding out your orgasm. Kylar eagerly lapped up every last bit of fluid that came out of you. And when you were finally spent, breathing heavily, Kylar pulled away and grinned up at your, her face sticky with your cum.

She almost went back in for more, wanting to make you cum again and again until you forgot about the rest of the world. But when she took in your heavily-lidded eyes and rising chest, she paused. Your post-orgasmic bliss was the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen.

Kylar clambered up and plopped herself into your lap, throwing her arms around your neck. “I love you,” she smiled, putting her head back onto your shoulder.

You were quiet at first, but then cleared your throat. “That was, um,” you began. “That was your first time doing that. Right?”

Kylar nodded quickly. “Did I do okay?” She suddenly felt anxious. She wanted to make you happy. She hadn’t considered that her lack of experience could impact that.

Instead, you blushed again, turning away shyly. “Yeah. It was really good.”

Kylar’s joy came back and she couldn’t help but let out a squeal.

“It’s because we’re perfect together,” Kylar smiled, pressing kisses to your cheek. “We were meant to be. We don’t need anybody else. Just each other. Isn’t that great!”

Kylar giggled more as she continued kissing you, her hands roaming your body. You didn’t respond, but you didn’t need to. Kylar knew you wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon.

#your honor she's literally just a girl. she did nothing wrong #degrees of lewdity #dol #kylar the loner #dol kylar #writing #kylar x reader #dolgl #<- hello just saw this tag and wanted to join in. hope u guys like #cw yandere #cw drugging #cw kidnapping #cw stalking

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getinthefuckingcarkitten · 14 days

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Ok now i'm thinking about Robin again bc of that post... And Robin and my PC's relationship.

Like imagine you have a friend. She's your best friend in the whole world. You grew up together and have always been there for each other. You were never as brave as her who kept picking fights on your behalf, but you were the only one who could give her some comfort, who ever even really saw that tough girl cry. As you guys grew up, though, things started to change.

You have always slept in the same bed and cuddled up together, right? But now it feels so different. You notice your heart speeds up when she hugs you. One day you wake up and she's staring at you in a way that makes you blush and hold her tighter to hide your face.

You know she'll always protect you and pick fights on your behalf just like when you were kids, though, so for a while you hide it when things get bad. You have to make money so you sell your most beloved belongings. She notices and for a moment you fear she's going to do something stupid, but she just takes on your burden and happily tells you you don't have to worry anymore.

You realize you're in love with her. You might always have been in love with her. You think about all your moments together, and wonder if she could feel the same.

When you decide to tell her, though, she shows up with a girlfriend. A scrawny girl from her English class who everyone avoids at the hallways.

"She's bullied a lot." Your friend says, showing her savior complex. "I had to help her."

"Did you have to date her, though?" You try not to let the jealousy show in your voice. "I mean, do you even like her?"

Your friend stays quiet, and that's the end of the conversation as she presses to load your save on Castlevania. You don't mention her girlfriend again.

Then, she starts showing up a bit later to the class you have together. She's always at the library, and you naively hoped that she had just been picking up her studies since she had always been a slacker. Key word, naively. Once the librarian's assistant kisses her cheek on her way out of the canteen, you snap. You leave her behind and don't even care when her weird, jealous girlfriend slips on your table and starts clinging to your friend. You just go to your class, pretending none of this is real.

That doesn't last, and you knew it wouldn't. She knocks on your door at night, looking weary from her waitressing job and saying she was worried you wouldn't let her in.

"She's a friend." She explains, talking about the librarian's assistant. "Like, come on, you know how religious she is. She wouldn't even look at me that way..."

You don't buy it, but you find it strange that she's bringing it up to you. You ask her why she's even explaining herself, and for the first time in forever, you see her hesitate.

Then, she kisses you. It could have been the best day of your life, and it briefly was, but then you remember she still has a girlfriend. She tells you that the note you put in her room and then took away as soon as you came back from school, she read it. She knows how you feel, and she feels the same. She was just afraid of it seeming like she was taking advantage of your reliance on her. You could cry, then.

It's only after you two let out all of the tension that had been building up inside of you both for years that she shatters your world.

"I'm not breaking up with her." She tells you, no longer hesitating after you ask if her girlfriend isn't going to be upset if they break up. At your flabbergasted expression, she continues. "She needs me."

"What about me?" You allow yourself to be selfish again. Don't you need her?

"...You know me." She smiles weakly. "You're always first to me. But... I can't let people push her around again. I just can't."

You wonder how having her tongue deep inside that girl's throat does anything to stop the bullies, but you don't have the courage to say it with your chest. You've never been as brave as her. That's the end of the conversation, and you know you'll ruin it, the thing you've dreamed of for so long, if you push your luck too far.

So you try to make amends. You can have her every day, most of the time, you try to remind yourself, and her so-called girlfriend only clings to her for a few minutes during lunch time. That's bearable. You can do it. You can do it to sleep with her every night, to kiss her every morning. Keeping that girl safe is important to her, so you bear it even if you don't get it.

So you bear it. You bear it when she definitely seems much closer to the librarian's assistant now, as they leave you to stare at her girlfriend stab food with a fork during lunch and then you see them in hallway as they giggle with their arms intertwined, sharing a milkshake like you used to do with her. You even bear it when she starts getting friendlier with that one bully who has always made your lives hell. And you bear it as you see her girlfriend taking your place in her bed as you try to slip into her room, knowing you can't say anything about it.

You wish you could stop, but it's all you can do. She still gives you strength, she tells people off when they make fun of you for dressing like a boy (like yourself, you try to say, even if no one listens), she protects you from worse threats on the daily. Bearing it is maybe the least you can do.

You turn your anger outwards. The first time you hit someone with a book for giving her pain, she looks at you differently. Maybe that was what you were missing all along. When you slip into her room that night, she seems much eager to have your body as close as possible to her own.

You stare at the little owl her girlfriend gave her, and disgust that can only be washed away by her sweet kisses fills your mouth. You really wish you didn't have to bear it, especially not in your own home. You wish that creepy girl had to be the one to see the person she loved clinging to someone else, for a change.

Ah, yes, how you wish she'd see it.

#i got possessed to write this #@dolxiba this is ur fault. btw #dol robin #ronnie the prince #dolgl

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