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propertyofkylar · 13 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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propertyofwhitney67 · 18 days

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Are you mad? No, I'm scared shitless.

M!Whitney x AFAB!Reader

Words: 896

TW: Pregnancy

Note: I don't know how to feel about this one...

I stared down at the test and two red lines stared back at me. I’m pregnant and it’s Whitney’s.

The bathroom door opening and chatting broke me from my trance. I quickly tossed the test in the trash and left the stall. I shook as I washed my hands, my mind was running wild. What am I going to do? How is he going to react?

I walked into math class and quietly took my seat. I dropped my head to my desk and desperately tried to calm myself down. It felt like ages before the bell rang and Whitney walked into class, taking his seat beside me.

I anxiously bounced my leg and tried to focus on River speaking, but it was no use. I couldn’t focus on anything besides my rapidly beating heart. Whitney seemed to notice my anxiety and gave me his hand to play with. It helped a little. Thankfully class went by quickly, River ignored me and Whitney for the most part.

When the bell rang I quickly got out of my seat, almost forgetting my bag and leaving the classroom. I didn’t bother going to English class, I didn’t want to have to deal with Kylar. I hid away in the bathroom and didn’t come out till school was over.

I went to the locker room and changed into my normal clothes then went searching for Whitney. I have to tell him, he deserves that much. I found him outside the school talking with his friends. I made my way over and tugged at his arm, “Whitney…”

He looked down at me irritated, “What do you want, slut?”

I looked at him pleadingly, “Can we talk, over here.” I gestured to an area away from everyone else.

“What? You’ve never been shy about fucking me in public before.” He joked and pulled his arm away.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself and not break down then and there. “Please, Whitney. It’s important.”

He rolled his eyes but agreed, walking away with me. “What is it?”

“I’m pregnant.” I answered shakily, trying to hold back tears. ”And before you ask, it’s yours.” I kept my head down, afraid to see his reaction.

He was quiet, unusually quiet, and it scared me. I wrapped my arms around myself as I let the tears finally fall. “How long?”

My head shot up in confusion, “What?”

“I said how long? How long have you known?” He repeated himself forcefully as if he was holding back his emotions.

I shook my head in confusion, “This morning, I took a test in the bathroom.”

He took a deep breath and dug the palms of his hands into his eyes, “Fuck…” He went quiet again, thinking hard about something. I fidgeted where I stood, waiting for him to say something, to get mad and yell, tell me to fuck off, anything. Anything would be better than the silence.

After what felt like forever but was only a few minutes he uncovered his face and took me by the arm, dragging me with him. “Wha-”

“Shut up.” There was no arguing with him as he dragged me to his house and into his room.

I dropped my bag on the floor and sat on his bed. He began to pace the floor of his room. After a few minutes I asked him, “Are you mad?”

This seemed to break him out of his thoughts as he stopped pacing, “What?” He took a seat beside me, “No, I’m not mad…I’m scared shitless.” I snorted a laugh at his confession. I was scared too but I found it funny how he could still act like himself despite the situation.

“What are we gonna do?” I asked, suddenly feeling tired. My emotions drained all my energy.

He kissed the top of my head, “The best we can.” I kicked off my shoes, crawling up his bed and laying down where Whitney quickly joined me, resting his head on the pillow next to me.

I started playing with his hair, “How are we gonna get out of here…?”

“I have a plan.”

I looked down at him and asked in a joking manner, “You, a plan?” This was not a time to be joking but I found it funny that he, of all people, had a plan.

Whitney sighed, “Yes, I do. I know it’s hard for a slut like you to listen, so pay attention. Do you remember how you helped me study for those tests?” I nodded, “They were for college and I got accepted…I didn’t want to tell you unless I got in, and well I did.”

“How?” I asked baffled that he, Whitney the school bully, was accepted into college.

He looked up at me with a smirk, “What? Am I not smart enough for college?”

I rolled my eyes, “No…I’m just surprised. What does that have to do with this though?”

He rubbed my stomach, “I’m taking you with me, I think it’s the best chance to get us out of here.” He’s right, it is. It might be the only way for us to get out of here.

“Promise you won’t just leave me behind?” I asked, scared he’d leave me here alone and pregnant.

He took my hand and kissed it, “I promise slut, I’m not leaving you or our baby behind.”

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘒𝘰-𝘍𝘪

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angrelysimpping · 1 year

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The DoL server was talking about how Kylar will comment on the PCs dick size in class when it was mentioned that theyll do it even if they havent seen it before so can I request a a scenario/drabble with a F!Crossdresser!PC and a M!Kylar breaking into the orphanage at night to check "your size" only to find out your a girl and omg they can breed you and― oh fu k you just woke up―

Warnings: AMAB Kylar (he/him); AFAB Reader (you/your); noncon; pregnancy talk

Words: 641

It's for art. That's what repeats inside Kylar's head over and over as he hovers over your sleeping form. He wouldn't do this if it weren't for art.

He'd…he'd respect your privacy. Wait for you to decide when to share your body with him on your own terms. But…This is for art! He can't go around reciting lies about you, can he? So….he has to know. He has to know now how big your penis is. If you're a shower or a grower, cut or uncut, thickness and length and the color of your head.

The taste he'd keep to himself. And how precum leaked from your tip, the thickness and smell. And, and how it felt. Yeah, he’d keep that to himself, how you felt inside him.

Not that it would get that far! Not tonight! No! He’d just, peel back your blankets and take a peek. He could control himself, he could.

Except, he can’t, not when he actually does it. Not as more and more of your skin comes into view, his own cock starting to harden. But then he’s face to face with your crotch and…you don’t have a dick.

Kylar had spent days coming to terms with it, not being able to fulfill his biggest fantasy of breeding his darling thoroughly, getting you pregnant. But it was you, you. He’d give up anything for you.

But that pretty pussy staring back at him? Just begging for his cock to fill it up. Why hide it, though? Why make him think you were- oh! You must be keeping it a secret! A surprise, just for him! That was the only explanation, really. Otherwise, you would have told him, right?

Drool pools on his tongue, cock now painfully pressed against his trousers. He has to fuck you. He has to. He’d dreamed of having his first time with you, and it wasn’t anything like this, but he has to.

“Huh?” Kylar jumps at the sound of your voice. How hadn’t he noticed you stirring awake? “Kylar? Wha-”

He doesn’t think, climbing on top of you and quickly shimmying out of his pants.

“Ky-Kylar don’t-” You try to push him off, but you can’t, limbs still sleep weak.

“It’s o-okay, love,” Kylar coos. “I w-won’t tell. Our s-secret.”

“W-wait, I don’t-”

Kylar presses his mouth to yours, cutting you off. Small, cold fingers stroke over your pussy, finding your clit and rubbing clumsy circles around it.

He should…do more. Finger you, maybe? Get you more prepared, make sure you’re wet enough for him that it doesn’t hurt you when he sinks into that warm, heavenly heat between your legs. But, the thought is a dim one, barely flickering to life in the back of his mind. It’s hard for him to think of anything but getting inside you. Especially when you’re gasping under him, the head of his cock pressing against your cunt.

You go still under him as he pushes forward, tucking his face into your neck and whining into the skin as you take him in. Good. You feel so, so good. Better than he’d ever imagined. Of course, back then he’d fantasized about sliding into your ass, fisting your prick. If he’d known you had a pussy-

“Stop,” you wheeze, “p-please. Stop.”

Kylar stills, gears turning sluggishly in his head. Stop? Why would he ever stop? Was he hurting you? But, it felt good. He’d make sure it felt good for you, too. “D-don’t worry love,” Kylar says, bottoming out. “I’ll t-take, ah, care of y-you.”

He starts up a frantic pace, fingers finding their way back to your clit. He thinks it works, your whimpers quieting, pussy hungrily sucking in his cock. If there are tears on your face, it must be from pleasure. Why would you be crying at a time like this?

His hot tongue traces the salty streaks up your cheeks, voice hauntingly soft as he speaks. “I-I’ll take care of y-you. G-get you pregnant and, ah, you’ll n-never ha-have to leave the h-house. Just us. To-together. Forever.”

You cry harder, sobbing as Kylar spends himself inside you. Tears of joy, he knows. Because you love him. You love him and want to be with him and carry his child. It's the only reason he can think of why you’d react like this, so it must be right.

“L-love you,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

And your silence means you love him back.

#kylar the loner #degrees of lewdity #tw noncon #cw noncon #tw pregnancy #cw pregnancy

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yaekiss · 9 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hatkuu · 7 months

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would rly rly appreciate some kylar/visibly disturbed!pc. maybe smth adjacent to the scene where a pc with high trauma can open up to eden and vent? :0

HEHEHEHEHEH YEEESSS AND JUST LIKE IT DOES WITH EDEN IT'LL RAISE KYLAR'S DOMINANCE!!!

HURT/COMFORT (?), ANGST, PREVIOUS S/A MENTIONS, GENERAL DOL TRAUMA STUFF, KIDNAPPING AFTERMATH, GEN! READER!, M! KYLAR.

Kylar can't rid the tight-lipped, firey-eyed expression off of his face. You aren't telling him something - his mind races with the worst possibilities - you could be cheating, maybe you don't want him anymore and you want nothing to do with him.

There's something wrong - and no matter how he indirectly hints that you can talk to him about anything - you don't tell him a lick of information. It's ripping his insides apart, tearing flesh and muscle and stabbing at his bleeding heart. Kylar chews on his lip as he gazes at you. The heavy, metallic flavour of iron spreads throughout his mouth. Kylar can't rip his eyes away from you; his one true love, his soulmate - the one person Kylar actually gives a shit about and yet you don't look at him like you used to - his stomach twists at the horrid intrusive thoughts blooming inside his head.

Your eyes are perpetually dull, a sad grey hue looming behind them and never fading - no matter how many times Kylar counts your blinks.

Rolling his chair away from his cluttered desk, Kylar moves to sit on the edge of his bed with you. His hand quivers as he places it on top of your own. You're so cold, so very, very cold and Kylar can't stand it. He misses the gentle thrum of life from underneath your skin. He misses the sweet, careless smiles that used to paint your face.

"(Name)," He whispers, more to himself than you, but you still turn your head to face him. He can't stop staring. The glazed hue coating your gaze still remains. He can't stay quiet anymore - you are his - his future spouse, someone that he can't stand to see so... empty. The sensation of his teeth grinding against one another aches his jaw - he does it until a throbbing sensation emerges from the very back of his throat. Kylar snaps, hands clashing against your shoulders, aching-- itching to get some semblance of human emotion from you. "(Name), P-Please! J-Just tell me what happened! I-If it's something I did or if someone e-else-"

"Kylar,"

Your hands reach upward, resting themselves on top of his own as your body shakes. For the first time, Kylar cannot read your face. Your brows are furrowed, fat, hot tears forming in your eyes, and your bottom lip quivers and twitches under his gaze.

Are you afraid?

...

Of him?

"Kylar - I didn't wa-want to tell you - I was worried you wouldn't see me the s-same!"

No, the expression on your face isn't fear.

"I-I'm just sick of being in t-this town - the shit I've had to endure! I just - I don't want to do it anymore." Your head falls forward against Kylar's chest. His hands instinctively cradle the back of your skull, holding you as a lover should. He listens intentively as you continue to weep into his chest.

"A-And the only time I ever f-felt safe in this town was when you kidnapped me!"

Kylar smiles against your hair. It's sick that he feels happy that you finally confided in him. That you miss being held captive by him. He should clear out the clutter in the basement, maybe clean up his room for you to move in. He coddles you, kissing at the crown of your head, coaxing you to let it all out. "I feel so-- so filthy when I look at myself- and I can't scrub the feeling of their hands away!"

"I don't think you're filthy,"

Kylar cups your face, pulling your face from his chest to rest his forehead against your own. Tears run tracks down your cheeks, your eyes are rimmed red and your face is creased with anguish.

Kylar loves you.

"-and if it'll make you happy, I'll steal you away again..."

Kylar's hands twitch as his smile grows even larger, exposing the pink of his gums. Your bottom lip quivers again, threatening to burst outward with another sob. Before you can, the gentle peck of Kylar's lips against your own stuns you. You blink at him. Your eyes sting from the salt tinged tears that coat your lids.

"I'll protect you,"

Kylar promises it to you, he swears it like an unbroken treaty between two neighbouring countries.

"I'll make sure you don't have to worry about anything ever again."

The shape of Kylar's knife rests heavy in his back pocket as your sobs fade into soft breathing and your head rests comfortably against his chest once more. Kylar would never break a promise to you.

#kylar the loner #dol kylar #kylar #dol #kylar x reader #degrees of lewdity #hatkuuasks #im sorry this took sosoos long to write it was soso sad #idontnormallywriteangst aaaaa #guys send me CUTE FLUFFY REQUESTSAAAA INEED TO RECOVER #at least its hurt/comfort

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kylars-owner · 5 months

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punishment?

Characters: MtF! Kylar, GN! Reader

TW: Kylar being gross, NSFW but no actual smut, mentions of chastity cages?, not betaread

Notes: sighhh i tried to write smut and failed. anyways, chubby tgirl Kylar ftw (thank you Neptune for putting the thought in my head I'm obsessed). might do a sequel exploring the chastity cage thing but idk.

NSFW under cut

you stared down at the grotesque fabric before you.

horrified.

you tried to keep calm, tried to avoid calling up your poor, sweet girlfriend and screaming her ear off. you knew it would make things worse, knew she’d cry and you’d have to comfort her and she would come away learning nothing and probably do it again. but you had to do something, right?

this was the third time she snuck into your room in the orphanage while you were working just to cum all over your underwear. the only difference is that while in the past when she’d do this it would be a giant mess that you’d clean within the day, it seems she was almost meticulous this time. the crotch of every pair of underwear you owned was soaked with her semen, and you were left to wonder how long she sat before the bottom drawer of your wardrobe masturbating.

to make matters worse, the washing machine was inconveniently broken.

you tried to do away with the idea of that being kylar’s doing, for your own sanity.

...

until she texted you.

the simple “my love? did you see my present?” with the cute, smiling kaomoji did nothing to alleviate your anger.

and, of course, when you read her message but spent a whole minute not responding (what a crime!) she started barraging you with texts, each more desperate than the last. and when she called three minutes later, you didn’t answer, didn’t even let it go to voicemail. she tried calling three more times before your phone went dead silent, another barrage of texts between each attempt.

she’d be on her way, you knew it. you could only wonder if she’d use the door or the window. hopefully she’d at least be willing to talk.

in the meantime, you sat before your wardrobe, staring down into the drawer at the gross, cum-stained fabric. you tried calming yourself, thinking of what you would say when she arrived.

...

it took a whole nine minutes before your girlfriend was opening your window.

fast, even for kylar.

the tears running down her cheeks almost made you forget that you were mad at her.

almost.

she went to speak, getting out a few words before you cut her off.

“no, kylar. you’re not guilt tripping me this time. i don’t.. this isn’t a gift, y’know. what am i supposed to do, huh? i can’t wear this, and i’m not going without underwear. so, tell me, what am i supposed to do? lick it off?,” you laughed humorlessly.

she stayed silent for a second.

you kept your eyes off her.

if you saw her now, tears covering that cute, round face you loved so much, you knew you’d relent. inevitably, you’d find yourself wiping at her tears and snot, comforting her with gentle words. but it was time you put a foot down.

“i..,” she started, “i just.. you were supposed to wear them.. it— it’s cute...”

quiet sniffles broke into loud sobs as she broke down again. and, as expected, you relented, standing up and muttering expletives as you slowly walked towards her. you took the small girl into your arms without a word, clutching the back of her head with a gentle hand and guiding it to your neck. you tried not to cringe as she wiped her snotty nose against the skin of your shoulder under your tank top.

her arms wrapped tight around your waist, her body pressing tight against yours, along with her...

“kylar.. why are you hard,” you deadpanned, the sentence coming out as more of a statement than a question.

she remained silent.

you repeated her name a few times before gaining a response.

“you.. you mentioned licking them...”

you sighed, gently petting her head, and reached down to brush your fingers against the hem of her soft skirt. she shuddered slightly each time your fingertips just barely grazed against the thick, soft flesh of her thigh.

“what am i going to do with you..?”

the question was a soft whisper, more for yourself than for her. but kylar heard, as she always did. she paid such close attention to everything you said and did, you almost wondered if she had superhuman senses at times.

the soft ‘whatever you want’ she responded with was almost cute. if only you weren’t still mad at her.

you much prefered the whiney, drawn out 'no' that warbled with her shaking head, teary eyes looking up to you in an almost panic when you suggested putting her ina chastity cage.

what a mess.

#kylar dol #dol #kylar the loner #kylar degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity #kylar dol x reader #dol x reader #kylar the loner x reader

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inkyquince · 11 months

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YOU MAKE ME WEEP 😭 I MISS YOU AND I HAVEN'T BEEN ON. can't wait for the semester to wrap up. but i did get a job for the summer hahaha!!

i'm trying to get pregnant by kylar or eden. so far i have FAILED.

honestly, i must ask how you would think wren would be as a parent. would love to hear any thoughts on that!!!

THIS GOT BURIED, IM SO SORRY!!

DW, we know how Eden and Kylar are. Non stop fuck nasty machines.

Okay, for Wren as a dad, it... Depends?

Like, does he like you as a fuck buddy or does he... Like you, like you? Like Like... Like Love Like?

Cuz if its the first one, I think the best you get is that he's going to be not present at all. Like he sends money, he's going to show up some days to absolutely dazzle your kid with a horse ride and presents and shit, and then won't come and visit for another 8 months. He's flighty as fuck, he's busy. Your kid will have his beautiful hair, maybe his soft brown eyes. Maybe your kid will always love him because he's the cool fun dad who spoils them when he does come around. Maybe they get disenchanted by him by the time they hit their teens. He doesn't pick up when they call, he doesn't come to important events. Maybe one day he comes by with a couple of presents and they flatly turn down going out for a day with him. You might get to watch his face fall a bit. Maybe just his eyes just get a bit duller.

Your kid goes off to hang out with friends and you and Wren get to have a drink together for the first time in ages, since his attention is normally on your kid, never you. He's down. Says he wants to do better. But you know him by now. So you just offer a pat on the back, and wonder if this is the last time you'll see him again, since he's finally been turned away by his kid, and has no reason to come back anymore.

NOW, if you're someone he actually fucking likes?

My god. Wants his annoying input in everything you do. Choosing a flat? "Sunshine, babycakes, darling, its cheaper to get a lil cottage out on the farmlands, and then I can come by every night after work and-" Deciding on a crib? "Sweetheart, muffin, angel face, let me see if i can get it handmade, never should trust the plastic shit, fuck, I slept in the top drawer for the first 3 months of my life, baby-" Like its cute, but shut up babe.

He's going to be in your damn life. Even if you say he can take a backseat, he's fucking taking that backseat out, taking out the gear stick and putting his seat there. Fuck you.

Somehow got into your phone to get a copy of important upcoming dates, and he skids into the ultrasound, all sweaty, just as you're getting your gown on.

He's going to be your fucking best friend in this. That's Wren as a lover, boyfriend, partner, it's as a best friend who really wants to get into your pants and deigns to bombard you with sloppy kisses just because he knows it makes you swat at him.

He would sometimes not show up days in a row, but it's never months. Just a few days, and he comes back with an oversized plush under his arm, or a stupidly big cake or something.

He loves that kid man. He's always gonna love his kid, but they aren't an afterthought anymore. He wants 50 more hours in the day, so he doesn't have to choose between work and his home.

Wren's also fucking terrified. He knows the town he lives in, its why he wanted you in the farmlands, not in town. Will beg you to consider homeschooling. In his perfect world, his kid never steps foot in town, and gets to grow up with nature, and feeling safe. Doesn't matter what age, he wants to be old as fuck, and have his 40 year old kid still at home and training horses or something.

Wren, overall, as a parent would love his kid. But his relationship with you would decide how much he wants to actually be there.

#wren the smuggler #dol #quincewrites #degrees of lewdity #stepdad au

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heinous-desiree · 11 months

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YES!!!!! AND THERES SO MANY GOD DAMN POSSIBILITIES!!!! Because like obviously C!Sydney is a fucking chaotic switch sadomasochistic bastard and I feel like Whitney absolutely needs to be bullied into his fucking place and would be shamefully turned on by it oh my GOD. but also both of them bullying You? Or Sydney and You at Whitney’s whims? Or You teasing both Sydney and Whitney? IT LITERALLY WORKS IN ALL COMBINATIONS AND IT’S SO HOTTTTT GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!!!!! I’m SO upset at how there’s little to no fanfics of this combo 😭😭😭 and in general Syd is just so fucking under appreciated Im such a simp aggsbsbdbdbd

I know of a fanfic where Kylar and PC dom Whitney and it’s SOOOOO FUCKING HOTTTTTT I need more content of making Whitney a slut bc it’s just. SO GOOD. He ABSOLUTELY gets off on being put in his place that fucking brat.

You make some EXCELLENT points and you know what they say! Be the change you want to see in this world.

M!Sydney, PC, M!Whitney 3some. Dubious consent, bordering noncon, handcuffs, overestimation, mindbreak, fucking Whitney half to death cause I say so.

"F-Fuck-"

When you asked Whitney if he wanted to fuck you on the church grounds, eye narrowed hungrily while you innocently played with your cross. He just thought about making you scream pretty, letting all the other holy prisses know you might have promised your body to God, but you were his.

So why the hell was he handcuffed between you and that library prat?

"Shhh," you hushed him as Whitney choked on another moan. You breathed in the incense that made your world blur and skin warm, you couldn't tell if the fumes had any effect on the delinquent since he was already flushed.

You smiled sweetly as you turned up the vibration on the stroker you were milking him with, watching the little focus he had left break.

"You- nghaaAHH," Whitney jerked forward, only to be dragged back down by the unforgiving grip around his torso. Whitney couldn't get enough air to curse as he spasmed against Sydney's chest, all while Sydney's finger stayed meticulously stretching out his hole.

"Aw, don't cry," you cooed at him. He shuddered out a breath of relief when you pulled the stroker off him, but that was short-lived as you wrapped your hand around his sensitive length. "You haven't even fucked me yet... We've hardly began."

"Hm, we want to test if we can fuck the sin out of someone," Sydney said lowly to his ear, and that tone went directly to his dick. "Ah, you're tightening up again... For your own sake, you need to...

"Relax."

Whitney saw white as Sydney pressed hard at the ball of nerves inside him, he heard screaming and barely realized it was coming from himself as Sydney mercilessly attacked that area.

"You're hard again," you sang playfully. Whitney blinked to see you spread out in front of him, forcing his member into yourself with a small whine. "Syddd, I think he's ready~"

"Wh...What?" Whitney mumbled out as he was set bonelessly on top of you. The fingers left him, and he felt his eyes close. He needed a moment, just a moment. Then he was going to kill you two.

That thought was brutally shoved out of his head as he held still by a bruising grip on the hips and bottomed out in one thrust. "FUCK YOU-"

"Mind your language," Sydney panted as he pulled all the way out to roughly thrust in again, "you're... In a holy place!"

"Fucking bitch-" Whitney felt you wrap around him, moved along with the rough pounding. Whitney lashed out his leg to kick Sydney, but that only caused the thing inside him to pulse as Sydney grabbed his ankle to pull him further open.

"You're going to have to hit a lot harder than that, love."

Whitney bit down on your shoulder before he could start screaming again, Sydney moved in a pace as if he was trying to remold his insides, and the new position let Sydney go deeper than before. Whitney tasted blood, but you only squeezed harder around him.

Damn fucking slut, Whitney thought to himself, feeling the cum sucked out of him.

He lost grip on you after that, dick sliding out of you and having the air knocked out of him by Sydney.

Finally, finally, Sydney pulled Whitney close and released in him with a groan. Whitney was left trembling, breathing harshly. He was too exhausted for this. You two can leave him naked there for all he cared, he's taking a fucking nap-

"More." Sydney pulled Whitney to his side, still hard as he pressed against Whitney's abused hole. Whitney eyes widen as the length went into him again.

"Fuuuucgghhhk," Whitney's arms stretched out, but only heard Sydney laugh. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that bastard lost it.

"Where do you think you're going?"

He was rammed with a new relentless pace, Whitney couldn't see past the stars in his eyes, and he was letting out wet gasps. He could hear you speaking, telling him you love him and praising him for lasting so long.

"His toes are curling, how cute," Sydney voice joined, Whitney felt dizzy from the rush of arousal that made him feel.

You two didn't let up, having him again and again in different positions. His mind fully went blank after he had his knees pushed to his chest and another climax ripped out of him.

At one point, he probably lost consciousness. He only knew that when he was aware again, his feet were off the floor, held up like a rag doll, and still used like a fleshlight.

He doesn't think he can speak anymore, soon he doesn't know if he'll be able to think anymore.

He did his best to slur out "insatiable sluts" as he rid out another orgasm.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #sydney the fallen #whitney the bully #bastardcherub #question and answer #so... I like the thought of making Whitney a fucked out bitch #And you know #we deserve Sydney and Whitney fucking #They became boyfriends out of this your honor #I want Whitney to call Sydney insatiable in a fond way #tw dubcon #tw noncon #tw overstimulation #tw mindbreak

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maleyanderecafe · 1 year

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Any dark skin yandere

Oof man, I honestly thought there would be more of these but I did have a hard time thinking about it since there's a lot less than I thought there was. Usually if there is a darker skinned characters in a yandere story, it's the lover-not the yandere itself. As bad as this sounds I also don't know how you would define "dark" skinned character, so I apologize if I miss the mark.

Amon from My Gently Raised Beast - about the story and relationship of a princess brought to royalty and the heir of an animal shapeshifter kingdom. The yandere has a good relationship with her and is the male lead. Future Recommendation.

Muon from The Tainted Half - about a girl who is the last of her tribe forced to deal with the discrimination and difficulties of being a concubine and falls for the second prince. The yandere is pretty manipulative and loving, and I read it just for this ask. Future Recommendation.

Riftan from Under the Oak Tree - I haven't actually finished this one but Cherry tells me there's a light yandere in it. About a stuttering girl who becomes the wife of a famous knights man. Future Recommendation as soon as I finish it.

Kainer from a Sultan's Love - it has been a while since I've read it but from what I remember it does have a yandere in it. Also a smut.

Koolie from Tentador Leches - though not specifically a yandere for you the player, is implied to be for his wife, though whether he's being truthful about it is yet to be seen.

Doyle from Apartment No.9 - based off Inside No.9, follows a girl picking up a homeless guy and getting him to live with her. A lot of things go on. Future Recommendation

Bako from Infatuation - admittedly, the artwork isn't the best, but you do get a harem of yandere characters to run around with. Bako is the most violent of them.

Brandon and Julian from Particles of Reality - if Brandon does get a romantic route that is since it's implied that all or most of the male interests are yandere. About a girl who is just trying to escape from her abusive family and trying to live her life.

Zecharias from Be My Muse- currently a demo, but he is a yandere, able to manipulate the main character's memory. Also very tall.

Vincent from Dead Wishes- he has a pretty good route where you become his housewife, I will say that.

Leon from Don't Trust him - you are picked up on a strange pirate ship where everyone seems to know and is obsessed with you.

Mammon from Seven Bloody Nights - personally, I like the art style, and the story is basically running into a mansion filled with vampires, but I will wait a bit until the game gets more content.

Krow from @thekrows-nest - though not from a game, he is dark skinned, specifically he is Indian + Bengali. Would give him birds.

Kylar from Degrees of Lewdity is also usually depicted with dark skin, though it's not specifically cannon that it's what his appearance is like, so really he can be any skin color you want. This goes for all characters really.

Theeere are probably more that I can't think of off the top of my head. I also did some darker skinned yandere reblogs for you to day, so hopefully that should help as well.

#male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #asks #lists

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one-winged-dreams · 4 months

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Hungry

ship: what do angels dream of (angeal x adriel), adriel & zack (platonic) source: final fantasy vii au: werewolf SOLDIERs word count: 1419

I FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED IT, JESUS CHRIST.

It's not a VENT FIC per se, but it's definitely how I feel sometimes because of the t. Featuring my favorite boys of course.

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @camellias-and-coriander @rebel-wolf13 @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitoslittlebird @goldenworldsabound @edencantstopfallininlove @sosoftandsweet @dorothys-wife @faerie-circle-ships @kylars-princess @little-miss-selfships

"I thiiiiink… Someone's hungry."

Adriel's ears flicked as he was suddenly poked on the cheek, his first reaction being to jump, flinching in the opposite direction away from his assailant.

Zack. Of course.

His face flushed as he processed what had been said, waving his hands and shaking his head.

"No, no! I'm fine, I promise! Just a little tired!"

Mostly soundlessly, his stomach protested his denial, churning for sustenance even as he insisted otherwise. Unfortunately, MOSTLY soundlessly meant nothing to Zack, his own heightened hearing picking up the low snarl of voracious hunger.

"Uhuh," he replied skeptically, arching an eyebrow and putting his hands on his hips.

"I p-promise, I can wait! I ate a couple hours ago, it's still too soon! Dinner isn't for another… Few hours," Adriel's protest weakened as he was forced to swallow a mouthful of saliva. Even the THOUGHT of food was enough to make his head spin, his eyes defocusing for all but long enough for it to be embarrassing. His mind was assaulted by the violent need to tear into SOMETHING, and, as all SOLDIERs were forced to do, he made himself think of something more civilized than a large animal.

Not that it helped, as his stomach agreed that it would take what it could get on the grounds that it got it SOON.

"Fighting it won't help, you should know better than that by now, Adriel," Angeal's voice accompanied a hand on top of Adriel's head, right between his fluffy ears.

This only proved to redden Adriel's face further, a small squeak escaping him at the touch. Gaze turning upward and to the side, he offered the 1st class a wobbly-lipped pout.

"B-but-!"

"No buts, there's no need to make yourself miserable. If you eat now, you'll probably still be hungry when dinner rolls around," Angeal sighed, looking him over for a moment.

Zack nodded along with Angeal's words, "Oh for SURE. It's that time of the week anyway, right? Your HRT is just making it worse. You gotta fuel that, PLUS the condition, PLUS all the work you've been doing. Even talking about this is making ME hungry, let's go down to Sector 8."

Approaching the 2nd class, Zack grabbed Adriel by the shoulders, whirling him around and pushing him in the opposite direction, eliciting a much-expected protest.

"Zack!? It's FINE, really!"

"It sure is! Once you get some food in you, anyway. Besides, Angeal's buying!"

The 1st class in question sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. Pups, the lot of them.

It was late enough past lunch and early enough before dinner for the diner to be mostly empty, a few stragglers notwithstanding. Zack and Adriel sat on the same side of the booth, Angeal on the other. Amongst the three of them, Adriel's head rested on the table, past the stage of humiliation where the smell of food had a small strand of saliva connecting his lips to the surface beneath his head.

"Make sure you get something with protein, you're not hitting us with that 'just some fries' crap again, you hear?" Zack wrapped an arm around Adriel's shoulders giving him a little shake.

"Stop pressuring him, Zack," Angeal scolded, his eyes not lifting from the menu.

"I'm just making sure he's got enough fuel in him! Don't want him withering away on us!" Zack proceeded to transition from shaking the 2nd class to patting him on the back, inciting a small whimper.

Adriel offered the weakest, most pathetic "Okay…." imaginable, the picture of misery.

"Actually, you know what, I'm ordering for us. What we need is beef, we're getting burgers," Zack spoke matter of factly, pointing to the one spot of the menu everyone present had all but memorized.

Angeal sighed and shook his head with a "Fine." Adriel wearily lifted his hand, his fingers circled into an 'okay' sign.

It didn't take very long for the waitress to come by, it was more than obvious that they were ready for food, SOLDIER uniforms painting it plainly. And Zack was more than eager to offer his show of loyalty as he confidently listed everyone's order preference to the letter. Adriel teared up a little, offering a silent blessing in Zack's direction.

The only thing left to do was wait.

"Hang in there, buddy, we'll get you fed before you start taking chunks out of the table," Zack teased, ruffling the still slumped over 2nd class's hair.

"Zack," Angeal spoke his name in a warning tone, "Don't tease him so much."

Finally, Adriel wearily lifted his head, looking somewhat dazed. Everything smelled so… Much.

"It's okay, Angeal. I'm," he swallowed more saliva, "fine. You guys were right, I'm having a hard time holding it together."

Angeal's gaze softened, reaching over to place his hands over Adriel's.

"You'll be okay. Just focus on me… And Zack, if you can stand it," it was Angeal's turn to tease, glancing over at the other 1st class who had casually averted his gaze in an attempt to give the two lovers some privacy.

Though he WAS unable to suppress the grin on his face.

Suddenly Adriel's ears perked, his head whipping off to the side as he caught an even stronger scent. A scent that Zack could swear made his pupils dilate. And lo, holding a tray, the waitress returned with their food, apologizing for the wait as she knew SOLDIERs had quite the appetite.

Angeal reassured her it was no trouble, though he could see the way she was regarding Adriel's intense gaze at her tray. Nervously, she placed the plates on the table, directing her, "Just let me know if you need anything," at Angeal specifically before darting off.

This was incentive enough for Zack to clap Adriel on the back, eliciting a yelp and breaking his intense gaze directed at the, albeit dead and presented unnaturally, meat in front of him.

"You made it, buddy. Good job, here ya go," Zack offered his support by way of praise and sliding Adriel his plate WITHOUT outwardly obvious fear of his arm being ripped off.

Directing another stern look, Angeal warned again, "Zack."

Zack lifted his arms, wide blue eyes blinking innocently.

"WHAT? I'm not teasing him, I promise! I'm proud of him too, you know. Can I not express that? You jealous?"

A jealous man Angeal was not, but a squint and more furrowed than usual eyebrows warned Zack further to cease his joking around, the latter partially surprised Angeal hadn't outright growled at him for it.

"Fine, alright. Can I at least tell him he's-"

Interrupted by the carnage before him upon turning, Zack could only blink a few times before realizing his mouth was open. He had been just in time to hear the low, rumbling growl cease as Adriel swallowed the last bite of what was once a perfectly constructed burger. Bits of bun were all that remained, avocado splattered across his tray almost graphically in a manner that painted a picture - this poor burger had faced an end most gruesome.

"You… You've got a little-" Zack pointed to his own cheek, mirroring the spot where a chunk of green remained on Adriel's face.

The second class's head snapped to the side, regarding Zack with a look so feral that both 1sts were unsure if Adriel was going to come out of it anytime soon.

But then those mako eyes softened, wide, eyelashes batting like a doe as Adriel brought his hands up to cover his mouth.

"Oh gosh, is it bad? I'm sorry, I- Ahhh, this is so embarrassing…!" he whimpered, grappling for a napkin with one hand while the other obscured the lower half of his face.

Zack could only laugh, there was no suppressing it.

"Oh come on, it wouldn't be the first time we've seen you with any type of gore on your face - vegetable or otherwise. Wait, vegetable, right? Fruit? Angeal, what's an avoca-"

Quickly silenced by an actual growl from his fellow 1st this time, Zack pursed his lips together in a tight line, shutting up.

Angeal then turned his attention to Adriel, offering the softest and most affectionate of expressions in contrast.

"Feeling better now?"

Adriel nodded as he wiped the fruit pulp, as it were, from his face.

"Mh, yes, much," he spoke softly, looking between the two before cocking his head to the side and twitching his ears.

"What do you think is gonna be for dinner?"

#self ship #self shipping #virus fics #what do angels dream of #pl: zack #aus

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propertyofkylar · 6 months

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The opposite of degradation kink. Like, kylar watched so much bdsm porn/hentai that he thought he had a degradation kink, thus him showing pc his drawings of her stepping on his chest/face in the abduction event. But when him & pc try to do kinky stuff and pc calls him a creep/freak and slap him or something he just. Panics. Chicken out. Thought he would like that but actually it’s a big NO, a trigger even. End up crying and being pampered by pc.

entropy!! your MIND!!! this is insane. i love it. i have to write this RIGHT NOW

m!kylar and gn!pc

"You're sure this is okay, Kylar?"

Kylar chewed on his bottom lip, but nodded nonetheless. He still seemed hesitant and you frowned. "And you remember the safe word?"

He nodded again. "I--I can handle it. I want this."

You nodded too, crawling on top of where he was lying on his bed. Kylar's breathing grew faster as you got closer. "Okay," you whispered, clearing your throat and trying to slip into character.

"This is what you want, right?" You murmured, sliding a hand down Kylar's chest. He looked at you with wide eyes. "Pathetic." Your hand stopped on his crotch and he sucked in a breath. "And you're already hard. Such a desperate little thing."

He whimpered as you straddled him, rubbing your crotch against his. "You want me so bad. It's pathetic," you reached down and squeezed his clothed cock harder than you normally would, eliciting a soft moan from Kylar. "I know you've been thinking about me like this all day. You're so obsessed. What a freak."

At the final word, you felt Kylar's body freeze. You looked at him and noticed his eyes were unfocused. Calling him a freak clearly had bothered him and you felt a rush of guilt. "Kylar, are you okay?"

For what felt like the millionth time that night, he nodded, but you knew him well enough to know he was upset. "Kylar. We're doing this because you wanted to. I promised you I would stop if you felt uncomfortable and I meant it."

You reached out to touch his hand and felt him trembling. "Okay. I'm stopping. We're not doing this," you climbed off him and moved to lay next to him.

Kylar looked away, mumbling "I--I'm sorry," and you could tell he was about to start crying. You sat up and put a gentle hand on his shoulder, and he immediately buried his head in your chest.

"I thought it would--," Kylar began, but got choked up. His next words were barely a whisper. "I didn't like you being mean to me."

Hearing that made you feel even guiltier. "Oh, Ky," you murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "I'm sorry, baby. I wouldn't have said yes if I knew it would upset you."

"N--no, it's my fault," Kylar stammered. "I just thought that it would be fun for us. But it wasn't."

"It's okay," you said soothingly, stroking his hair. He leaned into your touch. "It felt weird for me, too. I don't think you're pathetic. Or a freak."

Kylar sniffled and looked up at you, his face wet. "You really don't, right? You mean it?"

You kissed his forehead and felt his tension lessen. "I don't. I love you the way you are," you confirmed.

A small smile started to form on Kylar's face. "Yeah. You love me."

You held him for a few additional moments before speaking again. "Here's what we'll do. How about you and me take a nice bath together instead and we see where that takes us?"

Now Kylar was fully grinning. "That sounds nice..."

You kissed him and felt him smile against your lips. "Then come on, love. Let's go."

Even though it was a short walk, Kylar held your hand all the way to the bathroom.

#WHOLESOME KYLAR ALERT !!#degrees of lewdity #dol #kylar the loner #dol kylar #writing #kylar x reader

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ashersanity · 5 months

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Bloodied and bruised up (PT. 1?)

Cleaning out my drafts one by one.. Fuck, this is a pain in the ass.

pairings : m!whitney x sadistic, defiant m!PC because I’m convinced he’s a cockwhore that drools at the sight of a fat cock and is in denial about it. There’s a brief mention of kylar, but the little gremlin doesn’t appear in this fic, maybe in my next ones.

summary : whitney catches PC in the boy’s bathroom and it turns into a messy fight.

content warning! : physical violence, stabbing, knife play bloodplay, dub-con

Nothing made you feel safer than feeling the outline of the knife in your pocket at all times. The one that Kylar had gifted you suddenly in the park, claiming that it was to fend off the perverts and whores away. You weren’t one to reject gifts and you gladly accepted it. Much more useful than a couple of pepper sprays plus it felt nice as hell to watch your molester cry out in pain whenever you jabbed them in the arm or leg, sinking the silver deep into the tender skin.

The same one you were now sinking into your bully’s flesh right now, not too deep, just enough to make him wince out in pain and let out sounds that you’ve never ever heard from him before.

Yeah, you hadn’t really expected it to get to this point, but it was his fucking fault for making up that stupid bathroom rule where you weren’t allowed to enter because you were “a shit excuse of a boy”. Obviously, you didn’t listen, why the hell would you? And the consequences came to bite you in the ass, of course.

Luck wasn’t on your side today, bumping right into the blond upon entering the bathroom. His face darkening as you entered the place, without his cronies sticking to his sides for once, grabbing onto your shirt collar to beat the living shit out of you for disobeying his words. “What did I say about showing your face in here?” He snarled, fisted hand ready to meet your face. “Guess I’ll have to beat it into you.”

You could’ve apologized, maybe do the whole begging and pleading thing where you get on your knees and tell Whitney that you’re sorry, but you weren’t a pushover. No, you had enough of his stupid shit, always forced to strip in the middle of the hallway in front of everyone or give him head under the desk as he was lectured by Leighton.

Snapping on the spot, you gripped his arm, twisting with surprising strength that he hadn’t expected out of you. The action caught him off guard momentarily for a brief second, taking the opportunity to push him onto the grimy bathroom floor with a loud thud.

Both of you struggled there for a moment, pushing and pulling at each other before the blond eventually flipped your positions over so that he was on top, straddling you to the ground. “You little shi—“ Whitney started, only to be cut off by the swipe of a knife, the material barely grazing his skin and leaving an open-wounded cut, fresh blood now dripping down his cheek.

“Fuck!” He cursed out. “ Where the hell did you get that??” The delinquent paused for a moment, wiping away the stain on his cheek and regarding it, thick red smearing his hand before letting out a laugh. “Did that creep give it to you? Should’ve known you hung out with that loser, bunch of freaks.”

“They’re not a freak.” You hissed back firmly, defending Kylar’s honour just like they did with yours whenever the other called you names in the cafeteria. Your blade was almost pressing into his skin, holding it against his neck. Honestly your bully could only stare at you before barking out another laugh, this one much louder than the others.

“What? You’re their little fan now too? That’s cute.” He smirked, running a bloodied hand through his fringe. “Doesn’t change anything between us. I still own you, slut.” Whitney said, undeterred by the other’s knife close against his flesh, confident you wouldn’t do jack shit anyway, at least, that’s what he thought. Instead, he wrapped a firm hand around your wrist, daring you to do it.

“You’re gonna stab me, slut? I fucking dare y’a.” The bully taunted, cold blue eye meeting yours. His taunt was all you needed, driven by instinct, you practically pushed him back, the momentum putting him on his back and you on top.

“Don’t you fucking think I wouldn’t!” With a hiss, you pressed your knife forward, putting more pressure on the other’s neck to the point that blood started to seep through, the velvety consistency staining both of you.

“F-fuck..” Whitney gasped out, seizing up on the spot with his voice picking up a pitch, the sudden shift in his tone made you pause.

No way.

“Whitney.. Don’t tell me you..” A sharp inhale left his throat as you pressed the blade in deeper, threatening to almost cut him up completely. The delinquent didn’t answer, but the bulge pressing up beneath your ass was all you needed to know.

He was hard. Hard from this.

And so were you.

“You like this.” You uttered, breath growing heavier at the sight of having your bully like this, under you, your knife digging into his skin and drawing fresh blood. Shit, why did he have to look so pretty covered in his own mess?

Uhhh, stopping here for the time being.

Part 2?

#huh..#forgot I had this in my drafts #they’re piling up one by one #having a hard time keeping it up #dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #whitney dol #whitney degrees of lewdity #male reader #character x reader #character x male reader #insane asher #asher writes

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angrelysimpping · 1 year

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Whitney

[Start]

AMAB Whitney, he/him; AFAB Reader, you/your; fingering, reader receiving; oral, reader receiving and giving; reader gets called things like: slut, whore, and good girl

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“Oh,” Kylar says, his voice trembling.

Before you can say anything, Kylar rushes out of the room. Robin glances between you and Whitney before hurrying after him. You’re not sure if the brightness in Robin’s eyes was real or imagined. Either way, you feel a bit guilty.

You look back at Whitney and he gives a predatory smile as he stalks toward you.

“Knees,” he says, “now.”

You drop obediently.

“There’s a good slut,” he mutters, rubbing the head of his dick against your lips, putting a hand on top of your head to keep you from moving. “Now open wide.”

The taste of Whitney’s dick is strange on your tongue. Foreign. But, well, not unpleasant, surprisingly.

“First time?” he asks, laughing when you give a small nod, eyes flitting up to meet his. “Don’t worry, I bet you’ll get addicted in no time!”

Whitney isn't gentle, thrusting into your mouth. His hand is on the back of your head, gripping your scalp, nails digging into your skin. It stops you from pulling away as the head of cock hits the back of your throat, making you gag and tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

Like a fleshlight, you think dimly. Whitney is using your mouth like a fleshlight and all you can do is grip his hips and take it, trying in vain to not gag as tears start running freely down your face.

"That's it, choke on me, slut."

It hurts, Whitney using you like this. But it also makes a heat gather in your stomach, makes your cunt ache in a way nothing else ever has before.

Still clutching onto one of Whitney’s hips, you slip your other hand under your skirt.

Whitney laughs above you, voice a bit breathy. “Getting off on getting your mouth fucked, huh?”

When you don’t answer, Whitney slaps your cheek. Not hard, but enough to sting. “Asked you a question, slut.”

You give a soft hum, enjoying how the vibrations make Whitney shudder.

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath. He presses your head down, forcing you to take him to the base, as he cums down the back of your throat.

He keeps you held there, making you drink him down, even as you struggle to breathe.

Eventually, he lets you go, and you pull back coughing. You’re not given long to catch your breath as Whitney descends upon you, pushing you onto your back.

“Don’t think I wouldn’t return the favor, slut." He gives you a grin, pushing your skirt up. “Good to see you’re following my rules,” he says upon revealing your glistening cunt. “Would hate to have to punish you after you’ve been such a good little whore.”

You jump, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing rough circles around it. “Aren’t you a desperate little shit, soaking from just giving a blow job.”

Whitney pushes a finger into you. "Look how easy you took that.” He adds two fingers at once, laughing when you whine. "Bet you could take my cock no problem."

His words send a mixed wave of arousal and panic through you. You really don't want to fuck on a classroom floor, to walk around the rest of the day clenching your thighs to keep Whitney's cum from leaking out of you. At the same time, the idea turns you on endlessly.

You're about to voice your thoughts when Whitney curls his fingers in you, hitting a spot you never managed to reach when touching yourself. You clap a hand over your mouth as your words turn into a loud moan,

"Do me a favor, would ya?" Whitney grabs your free hand, pulling it down and manipulating your fingers until you're spreading yourself. "Hold that open for me like a good girl, so I can tongue fuck your slutty cunt."

He doesn't give you a chance to respond, diving down and assaulting you with his tongue. Whitney holding down your thighs is the only thing that keeps you from clamping them around his head. You press your hand hard against your mouth as Whitney goes to town. No matter how hard you try, you can’t suppress all the sounds he's pulling out of you. Pressure builds in your abdomen as Whitney laps away, unabashed at the loud, wet sounds he was making by tonguing your cunt. Loud enough that surely any passerby would hear.

His face is buried in your cunt, tongue stretching out your hole and nose grinding into your clit, when you cum without warning.

The power of your orgasm steals your breath away, the only sound you're able to make is a hiss as you arch into him. Whitney takes it in stride, continuing to lick you until you're tugging at his hair, overwhelmed. Whitney gives you one last, lazy lick, circling your clit with his tongue and making you whine, before pulling away.

Whitney crawls up your body, pressing his mouth against yours in an aggressive kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. When he pulls away, you're still reeling, breathless. He pulls your shirt up to his mouth and wipes away your slick.

"Something to remember me by," he says with a crooked grin, climbing to his feet. You stay on the ground, dazed. Whitney stretches, his back popping and shirt riding up to show a sliver of his stomach, before he pulls a cigarette out of his shirt pocket.

The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch.

"Later, slut," Whitney calls, exiting the room.

It takes you a moment to gather yourself. Fixing your clothes, you stumble out of the room just before a few students start to come down the hall from the direction of the canteen.

You're going to have a very awkward history class sitting next to Robin.

#whitney the bully

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eternally-smitten · 5 months

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Drabblecember - Movie Marathon

pairing: Natalie x Ignacio Varga

summary: Natalie shows him one of her favorite movies of all time

word count: 567

author's note: i'll give y'all one guess on what movie i just rewatched recently

“My lord,” Ignacio yawned, “How many movies do you know?”

“Too many.” Natalie replied with a straight face, “Okay, what's next? Holiday or Studio Ghibli?”

He shrugged, “You know more about films than me so I'm leaving it in your hands.”

She looked back and forth between the two DVD cases she held in her hands. The choices she narrowed it down to were Princess Mononoke and Home Alone. Her lips were pulled into a fine line and her glasses started to fall down the bridge of her nose a little as she focused. The way she was acting, anyone would almost think that she was making a life changing decision.

Ignacio reached over and pushed her glasses up for her, “Whatever you choose, I will enjoy, love. Or, we can always do both tonight.”

“Oh, I already planned on that.” She admitted, “I’m just trying to decide on which one we should watch first.”

He tapped the cover of Princess Mononoke, “I like the one with the wolf. She looks cool.”

Natalie’s eyes lit up and she excitedly gasped, “You’re actually interested? You’re not just humoring me?”

“No, I’m not.” He shook his head, “The wolf girl looks neat. I think I want that one.”

“Really??”

“I said yes.” He chuckled.

“Okay, okay, okay,” She practically fell trying to hop off the couch to get to the DVD player. With excited hands, she cracked the case open to pop the disc inside before nestling back in her spot next to Ignacio.

For a few weeks now, Natalie had been babbling non stop about having a movie marathon together. She even compiled a mental list in her head she swore up and down she’d remember when they finally went through on this plan. Then, this weekend crept up on them and Ignacio innocently mentioned having the marathon once Saturday rolled around. She got so pumped to show him her favorite films that of course, she immediately forgot the mental list she promised to never forget. So, they started from the top and just pulled movies off the shelf as they went.

Ignacio gestured to the screen, “So, our guy here…um, you know,”

“Ashitaka?” “Ashitaka, yeah. What’s his issue again?”

She lightly hit his arm, “Have you not been paying attention? He got cursed!”

“And…why is that?”

“The boar was cursed too and pissed off because of said curse.”

“Okay…” He said, not understanding at all, “So, why was the giant boar cursed?”

She nuzzled into him, “Well, you’d figure that out if you stayed quiet and paid attention!”

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him, “Okay, okay, I’ll be quiet now.”

Like he said before, Ignacio did find himself becoming involved with the plot of the film. He found the wolf girl cool and liked the giant wolves best. He never thought he would ever be interested in anime but here he was, enjoying it with Natalie. He silently thought about how if it wasn’t for her, he would’ve never realized he enjoyed these types of movies. She was right, binge watching movies together was fun.

The credits for Princess Mononoke rolled and Ignacio had to think about the plot for a little bit. It was such a captivating movie to him. He turned to her to start talking about it a little bit before she interrupted him with, “So, what’s next?”

tag list: @blood-moon-ships @bobmckenzie @kylars-princess @bioexorcizm @felixrichtershubby @fates-theysband @gideongrovel @weirdgirlgf @lieutenantselnia let me know if you want to be added or removed! <3

#my stuff ♡#{luz de mi vida} ✧#self ship fanfiction #ok to rb!#drabblecember #drabblecember2023

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monstrouslyobsessed · 8 months

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some of these are SUPER old, gomen, so it'll be all under the cut for yall sanity. i really need to start answering more timely rip

tw: mild implications of noncon (cerelos), psychological mindfucks (cerelos), mentions of pregnancy (dol)

Oh, I can wait for your content as long as it takes! Creating is not an easy task, so take your time, dear. Ofc, posting everyday is cool, blah-blah, but your health and mental state is much more important. Don't worry about this <3 And talking about DoL, did you get to Ivory Wraith already? Who is your faves generally? —anonymous

did i not answer this before??? tumblr, please. anyway, ye i did! plotwise, very very fascinating. gameplay wise, annoying as heck when i was in middle of things i was working towards to lol i do wish ivory wraith's plot wouldn't be centered around weird anal/ear/whatever pregnancy tho, thats…kinda not my thing kdshkds--and thats coming from someone who writes preg on the regular. pls dev.

Ahhhh don't feel bad! Ur content is top-tier and u r a lovely perfect bun! Even quick look on your post is enough to feel that you're always working hard to give your best – it's we who should be thankful for all food u r giving </3

A lot lot lot of love to ya, dear 🥰 @iwanthistongue

dawww thank you dear <3333 i just wish i have it in me to be the super productive like some of the epic writers on this platform, but i dont dsklhdsl so all i can do is to do my best and provide every so often <3 also sorry that i cant seem to ping you???

Omg you're into dol? Who's your favorite character so far? —anonymous

eden, tbh! i ran into a scenario where they kidnapped me angry after being gone for too long. oof, what happened after that…wheeoooow but most of the characters are pretty dang good too!! i'd like to focus more love on kylar but theyre quite...annoying gameplay wise so…augh lol

i crave more beastfolk content 🤤 maybe something with a male reader dealing with a few yandere beastfolk who are trying to one-up each other and compete for him? male!yandere x male!reader content is a bit hard to find, especially if it's transmale!reader —anonymous

just send in an ask and i'll see what i can do! i found writing male readers (be it cis or not!) a little tricky sometimes, because i always feared crossing that…bad line, yanno? in spite of the contents i write.

that said, i'm all for writing more gays, just need a little nudge and sparks to write one~

have you heard of scp 401? —anonymous

…huh, this is a pron in the making. but no! this is the first ive heard of it. im aware of scp and knew some of its characters but not this one!!

Happy bday! I hope you got yourself a nice treat! —anonymous Happy birthday, dear! 🥳—anonymous Happy (i guess)late birthday, luv!!! Thank you for writing at this special day, hope your day was amazing <3 —anonymous

ohhhh this is months late;;; im so sorry but thank you all so much for your kind bday wishes!! ily all a bunch!!!

OMG YESSSS LORE!!! MORE MORE MORE <333 Thank you for the food, I can't stop re-reading 😭😭😭 —anonymous

ye~i mainly wanted to do more centaur pron tbh LOL glad you liked my nasty bois!

For a few days I had a thought- I hope it's ok to share ahaha- Okay, so – after getting in his grasp his future bride were acting so, so good. Her dedication is admirable, she's a quick learner and charismatic enough to get the liking of the teachers and maids. Her gentle and caring nature shows while she's communicating with others – no surprise everyone likes her. She's the same she was the day he met her... But the thing is, after all of this, she's absolutely terrified of Cerelos. She's not crying and wailing, but she's getting so quiet, so uncomfortable in his company, she always hiding her eyes and never tries to speak first – and she trembles so, so bad every time they're touching! Last time she even fainted from all nerves. How he may act and how mad he would be that servants getting more smiles and laughs than him? —anonymous

hmmm depends on why the darling is frightened tbh are they always afraid or is this started after cerelos took them the first time? i do imagine he'd be pretty upset and even offended, though he won't outwardly show his feelings. he'd probably start ordering the servants to disappear whenever the darling is in sight, be invisible, to further isolate them, to force them either to face their loneliness and/or accept cerelos as their emperor and husband. since humans are in nature social, they'd naturally long for some form of company and possibly some skin to skin contact.

in short, since the coecrced sex doesn't seem to do enough, cerelos would've likely infict some psychological damages on his darling to force them to accept him. he wouldn't be…physically abusive, no, but he will emotionally and mentally cripple his darling without relying on cruel words and uses some amount of gaslighting.

regardless, you will only have him and you will love him. he is, after all, your emperor and husband. why wouldn't you embrace him and his power?

Hi! I hope this is okay to ask: I saw one of your slightly older asks, and you mentioned you have a draft with a slime monster. I'm very curious about that one (but I also love your writing in general!), so I just wanted to ask you if you plan on finishing it —anonymous

.....sdhdflsk i thought i posted it, gosh dang it. well, i'll look into this later. if nothing else, it would be nice to go back and post my shitty 5 minutes thoughts again.

Hello how are you ? Hope you are doing well ❣️ I wanted to ask if you will continue or write anything similar like the rabbit hybrid fic ..it's my fav and i also like the ghost husband fic ..sorry if i made u uncomfortable👉👈...Have a nice day💖 —anonymous

i'm doing better!! <3 ty for checking in, luvvv

and after some waffling around, i considered since human/beastfolk hybrids are so rare and are considered the 'monsters' of their world (ig basically, considered as 'mythical', like yeti's and such, but actually does exist, kind of monsters), i figured it couldn't hurt to make these sad hybrids canon to my universe soooooooo ye i wouldn't mind doing more of them!! also i've done a crocodile hybrid one, if you've missed that one.

no, no, you're good! <3 loves getting asks like this~

the momster is back!!! we missed you, hope you’re having a good day <333 (p.s i am a monster fucker through and through, i will literally read and love anything you write mwah) @letskidaddle

daww youre so sweet!!! <3 ty!! monster fuckers united!!!! and yes you have a lovely day as well!!

whewwww, thats some asks to get through hhhh but man tumblr is so ugly. anyone know the fix to get it back to its simple self??

anyway, im slowly getting into the swing of things. got couple wips i can work on, maybe, and clear the inboxs for a fresh start (sorry to anyone who were waiting on certain things!! you can send them again tho!! a clean slate is needed imo). anyway, hope yall are doing wonderfully <3

#ghosts are curious.👻#☠️not writing...#anonymous #asked #answered

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