#Kylar the lonely
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Male Love Interests + My PC <3
#pumkingart#đđđ#degrees of lewdity#dol#PCsona#Theodora#robin the orphan#đ#kylar the lonely#đŠ#sydney the faithful#âȘ#whitney the bully#â#alex the farmhand#đ§ș#great hawk the terror#đȘ¶#eden the hunter#đȘ#avery the businessman#đ°#black wolf the alpha#đș
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DAY 2 OF COMIFURO!!!! I BOUGHT LOTS OF WHITNEY MERCH!!!! which ill show on the next post cuz rn this post is about.....
.....you guessed it, the dOL COSPLAYERS!!!!!!!!!
I HAD TO WALK AROUND A LOT TO FIND DOL COSPLAYERS, ITS SO HARD TO FIND THEM IN SUCH A BIG ASS CON BUT IT WAS WORTH THE WALK (my legs are in pain)
THE LAST ONE IS VERY SPECIAL BECAUSE ITS @dollya-robinprotector'S FEMALE ROBIN DESIGN IN COSPLAY KYAA
(dollya, i send her my regards for u, reminder; she loves ur art frfr)
uhhh there were actually around 3-4 robins i think i forgor but i only managed to find the female robin out of those 3-4 robins so rip to the other robin sobs (apparently there was also 2 alex but they were yesterdays and i missed them so man,,,,)
AND HERE ARE OTHER NON DOL COSPLAYERS:
ALBEDO, APHELIOS, CAYN????, KAGURA, GIBBY FROM HOLOARMIS, MY BBYBOI RAI GALILEI VTUBER, RIDDLE, AND KEITO(MY FB MUTUAL)
i have no shame istg, ight time to flex the whitney merch soon dies
#very sane meeku behaviour#comifuro#dol#dol whitney#whitney the bully#dol robin#robin the orphan#dol sydney#sydney the faithful#sydney the fallen#dol kylar#kylar the loner#dol eden#eden the hunter#dol bailey#bailey the caretaker#degrees of lewdity#and other fandoms that im STILL embarrassed to tag about#OTSUFURO TO ME; MY FEET HURTS AND ARE IN PAIN#SEE YOU NEXT COMIFURO#HOPEFULLY NEXT COMIFURO I GET TO HANGOUT WITH A FB MOOT FR THIS TIME#ITS A LIL LONELY ALL ALONE W MY DAD TAKING PICS FOR ME SOBS
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Kylar love language part 2
#digital art#fanart#dol#dol kylar#kylar the loner#doodle#i'm guilty of said love language#when I fall for someone I will usually try to learn and follow all their interests#that way not only do I have more to chat about#but they also can feel less lonely if they have nobody else to share their interest with#degrees of lewdity
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Kylar is so touch-starved and will melt for any skin contact. I wanna hug and slightly squeeze him and he will. Melt. Itâs not even a sexual thing he just loves being touched.
However if the person initiating contact isnât pc he will act as if being burnt. Always prepared for being hit or pushed.
yes!! i think about kylar being touch-starved very often!! mainly because we don't know how long kylar's parents have been scary vampire-eldritch-monster-horrors and how lonely he's been for however long :(
i like to think that kylar's obsession is one that's only dedicated to you (because you show him affection - then again, i guess it doesn't really work like that if you don't pursue him as a love interest). so when you show him affection he's very flustered, melting into your touch even if you're just holding hands. it does take time though! (i can remember getting my hand squished by his thighs A LOT) but once he's comfortable with your affections he *cannot* live without them. i TOTALLY hc kylar as clingy to the point of breaking into your room because he just wants to be held ... hopefully you're a heavy sleeper!!
yeah i think he'd definitely take any contact that isn't from pc as an assault. it's an unconcious reaction that stems from their years of bullying/assaulted. i think if any strangers tried to touch kylar with lewd/affectionate intentions they'd get his knife pressed against their throat. he'd behave like he does during the classroom events where a random student touches you, except he'd be hissing at them because they should know that he belongs to you.
#hatkuuasks#perfectionnnnnn#he's a sweetie (but only 4 you)#auugh i always get a lil sad when i think about how lonely kylar is#and just having to live with your parents destroying your family home constantly + you can't tell which parent is which??? heartbreaking.#kuuskylarposting
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how the LIs kiss
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pure!sydney's kisses are sweet, mouth soft and his tongue warm. he kisses you in the same way he savors the hard candies you'd slide over the library counter, slipping them into his hands just so your fingers could brush. when he pulls away, his glasses are foggy, a nervous smile on his face. "was that..." he says, blushing. "was that alright?"
corrupt!sydney's kisses are hungry. he's got his hands under your shirt and his tongue deep in your mouth. he's been waiting so patiently, after all, and now he finally has you to himself. "you taste divine, beloved." he says, fingers slipping under your waistband. when you sigh against his mouth, he smiles. "but i think it's time i have my dessert."
whitney's kisses hurt. they're full of teeth and bruises and blood and his nails digging crescents into your skin. whenever he crushes his lips to yours, he always makes sure to leave you aching. and like every fight you've had against him, you never come out unscathed. "there," he says, marveling at the fresh marks blooming along your neck. "now everyone will know whose slut you are."
kylar's kisses are desperate. his hands roam your skin as his mouth murmurs endless promises into the hollow of your neck. "we'll be together forever," he says, drunk on the scent of you. he presses his body to yours, eager to get closer, to envelope you in his embrace. to never, ever, let you go. "nothing will ever change that."
eden wastes no time when he kisses you. he has known the lean months of winter and the lonely days of fall. you cannot deny him the sweetness of spring. he bites into the curve of your neck like the first fruit of warmer days, licks at your lips to drink in your sweetness. but a hunter is always hungry, always wanting. "it's been a long day," he growls, deepening the kiss. when he takes your shirt in his hands, the fabric rips apart easily. "too long without you."
robin's kisses are warm. they're fingers running through your hair, a smile against your mouth. sunny days and lips that taste like fresh lemonade. he always laughs when he kisses you, like he can't believe he's doing this. like he can't believe he's yours. when he kisses you, the world is a little brighter. softer. "it's a beautiful day to be with you," he murmurs after he pulls away, pressing a peck to your cheek before taking your hand in his.
there is no way you can truly describe how the ivory wraith kisses you, but there is a note of familiarity to it. your mind conjures memories of kisses whispered in passing, of lips locked in darkened halls. "as sweet as ever," he hums, licking your lips with his cool tongue. "as sweet as always." the passing of centuries have done little else but make him yearn. the wraith, with his great and terrible beauty, kisses you like he's been waiting for you all this time.
#degrees of lewdity#degrees of lewdity fic#dol fic#sydney the faithful#sydney the fallen#whitney the bully#robin the orphan#kylar the loner#eden the hunter#ivory wraith#look i know ivory isn't a love interest but he is to me and we are married in cursed matrimony#anyway i am fascinated knowing that sydney has a sweet tooth and think he would just become so ravenous when corrupted#also eden tends to put pc's mending skills to WORK after he gets especially eager#my writing
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The number one fact about me is Iâm going to turn my trauma into a story. Especially when someone is obsessed with me. Except I will give it a little razzle dazzle âš Name is inspired by Kylar from DOL. âš
Reader can be female, male, or gender neutral but tags include all three
Yandere Head Canons: I Want To Be Just Like You
Yandere Platonic female x GN reader
TW: concerning behaviors that should not be romanticized, psychological horror, obsession, stalking, unhealthy relationship/ friendship, and uncomfortable themes
Kylar had always sat alone since elementary school. She was always seen as rather⊠eccentric and you had felt sorry for her.
And you made the biggest mistake of your life by sitting with her on that cold, rainy Tuesday in November. By reaching a hand out to someone who had never felt warmth in their life and would do anything to keep it. All due to your empathetic nature
It started off small by Kylar wanting to have matching bracelets with you. Then it was the same clothing. And then the same cut and color of your hair⊠and as the years went on, her obsession with you snowballed into her becoming you
You were dating someone? Kylar was dating someone! You were going to college? Kylar was admitted to the same one! You were getting a new car? Kylar bought the same car in the same color.
Kylar didnât have any other friends but you. You. You. You. Kylar had no need for anyone else because the two of you would be together forever and ever! Thatâs what bff meant and she was never going to let you stray! Those new college friends could never be as close to you as she was. You two were basically sistersâŠ
You two were like siblings. Two peas in a pod. Whatever you did, she wanted to do. Whenever you went, she wanted to go! Donât you get it? Kylar couldnât live without you! She needed to be as close to you as possible⊠she needed to crawl inside your ribcage and make a home. Being your best friend wasnât enough. She needed to be you
You never noticed her alarming behavior until another friend pointed it out to you. How odd it was that Kylarâs entire personality was a near complete copy of yours.
You never thought of it as weird. Most best friends have extremely similar likes and dislikes⊠and boyfriends⊠and hair cuts/ colors⊠and hobbies- okay. This wasnât normal at all. There was nothing normal about this friendship.
So you tried to gently let Kylar down by telling her you need a bit of space⊠which did not go well at all. She acted as if you killed she first born and it made her obsession even worse. Kylar clung to you like a tick
You found her showing up to your house in the early hours of the morning to walk to class together. She was at every bar you went to with other friends and she would try to worm her way into your friend group
When that didnât work and you only put more space between the two of you, she became aggressive. Your new friends were putting poison in your head. She would not let them get between the two of you. She would not be abandoned by her favorite person in this sick world.
So she began to dox them on the internet. Kylar made multiple fake account to cyber bully your other friends. She needed you to be alone again so you could be with her. You donât need anyone else⊠you only needed her and her friendship.
So why were you still not talking to her when all those friends dropped one by one? Werenât you lonely? Sheâd be there! Just unblock her and sheâd crawl into your life and sew herself to you! You two could be conjoined twins! Wouldnât that be nice?
Poor Kylar failed to realize that you were scared of her⊠and she never would because she was far too delusional.
#female reader#yandere fic#yandere imagine#yandere#yandere obsession#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x darling#platonic yandere#yandere girl#yandere imagines#yandere concept#yandere writing#yandere x y/n#yandere headcanons#Yandere online friend#yandere stories#yandere woman#tw.stalking#tw.yandere#psychological horror#yandere oc#original character#original work#unhealthy relationships#unhealthy obsession#yandere childhood friend#gn reader#male reader#yandere horror
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âïžYandere Kylar x Readerâïž
Premise: You're a streamer, and your biggest fan really really likes you
Warning: Non-con, kidnapping, gn reader
Minors DNI
Bright lights flash in your eyes, your fingers rapidly bashing buttons on your keyboard, your other hand furiously clicking your mouse. You whine as your character suddenly falls to the ground, dead.
"Ok, guys! Ok, I get it! I know I'm not that good at this game! No need to tease me!" You laugh. Inside, you're a bit peeved. These stinky bastards aren't here for your gameplay so they better shut up. Shut up and enjoy their eye candy. You're currently streaming an online first-person shooter. You made your little hobby into a little side hustle not too long ago. Guys love watching hot people play games and it's proven to be profitable. "I'm cute? Well thank you, Mr. Husband!" This guy is a regular. Gotta give him those shout-outs he practically pays for.
As much as it hurts to deal with these weirdos, It helps with expenses. You've even seen Robins username pop in and out quickly, probably hoping you didn't see. At first, you were uncomfortable with acting all sweet for your audience, but you warmed up to the idea when it started staving off your bastard Landlord at the orphanage you live in, Bailey. You play games dressed sexy, say sweet dumb things and the money comes pouring in.
These poor, lonely guys send you money in hopes you'll give them a crumb of attention, and you do. Sometimes, you say their names. You don't exactly care that you're taking their money at all. It's a gift! It's not like you forced them to give you money, nor did you even ask. They just want a chance to get in your pants and you're not gonna stop them from dreaming. You can't count the number of times people in the chat have asked if you have an onlyfans.
You'd never, of course, date one of these pigs. You imagine your viewers are stinky, slimy, greasy and would cum in their pants at just seeing you in person. Their whole body is probably sticky to the touch and shower maybe once a month they probably have piss filled mountain dew bottles on the floor next to their pc and shit stains on their seat. You're pretty sure a few guys in the comments are jerking off as you stream this very second.
A few times, you've received ominous messages in the comments from different users, almost threatening you for some ridiculous problem they have with you. How you play, what you're wearing, or just your face, so you make sure to always hide your location and are very vague about your personal life. You're used to them being weird, saying things about what they'd do to you if they were alone with yo- Just have to learn to ignore it. You calm yourself down.
"Well, that's enough for today, I'm getting sleepy! It was nice playing with you today. I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight, love you!" You blow a kiss at the camera. You see people commenting their 'i love you too's and whining about how you could stay a bit longer' in the chat before you disconnect. You made $540 from that two-hour stream. You received most of it from the same person. Mr.Husband. Not one minute after closing the stream, you get a message. You thought you disabled direct messages? You notice that it's to your personal account that's open on another tab from an unnamed account. No bio, no profile picture.
New user: Hey
New user: Do you want to meet up sometime? For coffee?
You: Who's this?
New user: I'm Kylar. You can get to know me when we get coffee.
You: Uh no? How the fuck do you know me?
New user: I love your streams, pretty. Drop the fucking attitude before you piss me off. I knew you'd be more of a bitch off-camera. You just look too good to be good hearted. You have to be taught obedience. You're lucky I care about you so much.
You: Keep your tiny prick away from me. I never want to see you in my presence. Disgusting. Ugly pig. Do me a favor and never ever leave your dirty cave. Go fuck yourself
New user: Wanna watch?
*New user has now been blocked*
You stand up and walk away from your computer. how the fuck did he find your actual account? You don't even have your real name anywhere. You start to undress, not noticing your computer's camera has flicked on again.
In a dark room, a man fists his massive cock slowly, eyes trailing up and down his obsession through the screen. His mind is filled with all the things he wants to do to a little cock tease like you. Ruin you, break you, crush you under his weight, teach you a lesson for whoring yourself out. A cute treat like you should have better manners "Pig...tiny prick. Ah, (y/n) I can't let you just say those things to your husband." he watches as you slide your underwear down, eyes zeroing in on the crevice between your thighs as you bend over. He shudders as hot baby batter coats his chest and thighs, continuing to roll down his cock in fat globs.
Two days later, you're walking back home from a late shift at the cafe. You plan to stream when you get home.
Something is watching you.
Cold sweat dribbles down the back of your neck. You shiver, the cold night air doing nothing to calm you. You can feel eyes drilling holes into your back. You picked up your pace, your eyes darting all around. Who is it? What do they want? You think you can hear footsteps not far away. They're getting closer. You break into a sprint and make it to Danube street before you're tackled to the ground. All air is pushed from your lungs, depleting you of oxygen. You do your best to fight against your unseen attacker, but they're far too strong. You try to scream, but only a wheeze comes out. The man roughly picks you up like a sack of potatoes under his arm and carries you into a mansion nearby.
He walked down a flight of stairs and threw you to the ground. You tried to scramble away, but he grabs your ankle and drags you back to him. You get a look at his face in the dim light. He's handsome, but his expression strikes fear in your heart. Fury is the only word you can think of to describe it. You scream and flail your limbs wildly, trying to get him the fuck off of you. You hear a crack and before you realize what happened, your cheek is burning. "Shut." Smack "The." Smack "Fuck." Smack "Up." He's seething by the end. Your head was knocked back into the ground by the last hit. A dribble of blood runs down your nose, your cheeks completely red and moderately swollen. You're no longer trying to fight him, head far too foggy to do anything but lay there in pain.
"I'm sorry, baby." He huffs, calming down a bit. "Don't fight me and that won't have to happen again." He wiped at the blood on your face with his thumb, cradling your cheek. A blush creeps over his face along with a deranged smile as he stares down at you with his unblinking eyes. "You're just so perfect. Everything." You feel a bulge forming atop you where he's straddled. He pants heavily as he looks you up and down. Hot tears slip down your swollen cheeks at the realization that you can't get yourself out of this one.
You lie completely still as he palms his crotch in front of you. "I...I'm kylar...you said I have a small prick, (Y/n)... That wasn't very nice. You should say things like that to your husband." You stare at him in awe...it's..the guy from the chat. did he find you? He's crazy. He's insane. He's gonna kill you. Your chest heaves up and down uncontrollably. You feel blood rushing to your ears, feeling the most fear you've ever felt in your entire life. He takes notice of your panic attack and tries to calm you. "H-hey! Shhh, it's ok, just breathe!" You don't hear a word he's saying and thrash wildly again. Your legs kick underneath him, but his body doesn't budge an inch.
You freeze when you feel his lips smash onto yours. He grabs your wrists in one hand above your head, effectively immobilizing you. It feels like he's trying to eat you, no longer caring about your little tantrum. "Just stay still." He mutters as his large hands roam up and down your body like he's waited his life for this moment. You feel his ever growing bulge rub against your stomach. He grabs your hands before you could try to fight him again.
"...You know...I've been giving you my good money, (Y/n). All because I knew how hard it was to live on your own. But now you're here with me. You'll be my personal house whore." You feel his breath hit your cheek. "Please...let me go. I didn't do anything to you!" You're full on sobbing at this point and to your horror, you feel his cock twitch against you.
"Oh fuck! Keep crying for me like that, baby." He's clawing your pants. Your eyes dart around the room for anything that can help you, but your blood runs cold when you just see hundreds of photos of you plastered all over his walls, some even on his ceiling. You hear a loud tear. This animal ripped your pants and underwear in the process of ridding them from your body.
You're a shaking mess as he cups your sex in his hand. "K-Kylar, please!" You cry, trying to appeal to his humanity. He groans, a little wet spot of pre cum appears on his crotch. "Say my name again." He demanded. His fingers rim around your hole, threatening to dive in. You quiver at the feeling. He unzipped his pants and you feel something impossibly large, heavy and hot slam onto your stomach with a thud.
He releases you momentarily and moves himself lower on your body, his head between your legs. His arms circle around your thighs in a vice grip. He takes a strong whiff and lets out a moan. You feel his tongue slide up and down your sex as his fingers plat around with your hole before dipping half a finger in. You're too dry, it hurts! You whine and struggle, uncomfortable. His finger dips all the way in, uncaring for your pleasure. You scream as he continues to thrust his finger inside you as his mouth engulfs your sex. He removes his finger and lifts himself off you. You sigh in relief.
That relief dies as you feel his meaty cock push at your hole. He begins to push in, but your hole resists. It's too big. He lets out a sound of annoyance before spitting on his hand and rubbing the liquid up and down his cock. It does little to help aid in his entrance. "This may hurt a bitâŠa lot actually." He wicked grin stretches across his face before he rears his hips back and forces his cock through. You let out a blood curdling scream he rips through your insides. He's only halfway in, your walls desperately trying to push him back out. He holds onto your waist and pulls you into him, bottoming out. You feel like you're bleeding, but you're too afraid to look down.
You can hardly breathe. His cock feels like it's in your stomach. Your body twitches, hot tears slipping past the corners of your eyes as you wheeze out please for mercy. He only looks down at you in awe at your beauty. "Oh, you're so cute like this! I knew you could take it! I know it hurts now, but just give it time." His thumb rubs at your tears. There's nothing you can do to get out of this. You feel completely helpless.He pulls himself out, and slowly goes back in, groaning. "Fuck, you're so tight" he grunts. You close your eyes and hear a flash. Your eyes snap open to see he's holding a camera. A blinding light fills your vision along with a 'click'. This sick fuck.
You let out an involuntary moan when he shoves himself into you at just the right angle. He presses himself deep inside you, holding himself there, his cock hugging your sweet spot. "Ah (Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)!" He chants your name like a mantra at each thrust, but you can barely hear him. All you can do is feel him. Hurt hurts so bad but feels equally as good.
You can't help but let little sounds of pain and pleasure spill from your lips as his hips ram into yours. You look up to see his eyes are completely rolled back. His lips press wet kisses to your cheek. You feel a knot start to build in your lower stomach without your consent and you feel yourself lift onto cloud nine. "Oh (Y/n), cum for me! Cum for your husband!" He moans. You feel shame and pleasure wash over you as you do just that. You clench around him, his breath hitches in his throat at the feeling. He slams into you harder and harder. The over stimulation is killing you now. It's too much!
You think he might break something inside you, you think his dick might knock your brain out of your skull with how hard he's pounding. You feel like your organs will never be the same. "Gonna get you pregnant, gonna breed you again and again. Gonna have my babies. We'll be great parents!" His muttering awakens what's left of the fight in you. "Ah! N-no, stop! I-I can't!" His hand slams over your mouth, his bottomless green eyes staring directly into yours. He lifts your legs up and puts them over his shoulders in a tight mating press.
He hits your special spot and your eyes roll back. He can reach far deeper like this. He slams into you with one final thrust, pressing into you with his full weight. You can't breathe. The over stimulation finally comes for you and you cum all over his cock again. You feel his cock twitch before unloading what seems to be an endless supply of semen into you. You can almost hear the wet sound of him cumming inside you. Your lower stomach rises by the sheer volume of cum produced. You wonder if he used to be a bull at Remy's farm or something. That thought quickly vanishes along with your whole mind as your brain is unable to produce anymore thoughts.
With a satisfied sigh, he pulls his slipping wet cock out of you, a rush of lightly pink cum following after, quickly stopping when he plugs you up with a small plug. His cock isn't even fully soft. You pray he doesn't decide he wants a round two. "That wasn't so bad, now was it? You were crying for nothing." He pants. He kisses your temple before picking you up by your waist, once again like a sack of potatoes in one arm. He walks over to a mattress on the floor and drops you on it, your body softly bouncing on top before settling in a heap. He had a mattress the whole time and still fucked you on the cold, dirty cement floor!? You hear a click and see he's chained your right angle to the wall. He smiles at you and pevks you on the lips the way a husband would before leaving to work. His mood did a 180. He's so very cheerful, his handsome face cheerfully grinning down at you like you're a cute little kitten.
"You did really well today, (Y/n), my love. I'll be back tomorrow. You won't get dinner tonight because you fought me so much, but you'll learn to behave. I want to treat you better, so please be good for me. Goodnight." With that, your new 'husband' stands up to his full height and walks upstairs, leaving you in the cold pitch darkness of the basement.
#lemon#non con#x reader#yandere#yandere x reader#dead dove do not eat#degrees of lewdity#kylar the loner
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cw. Baby trapping. Ranging from dub to noncon. Somnophilia, desperation versus spite. Pseudoincest because Morgan is Morgan.
Characters. Kylar, Avery, Harper, Morgan, Bailey, Whitney, Remy.
Baby traps you out of desperation:
Kylar. You can't leave him now, not ever! Not when you two are forever joined with the life growing inside of you. Would prick holes in the condoms you tell him to use, or just smears his own fingers with cum before fingering you greedily. Even crushes up fertility pills and puts them in your drink, watching you drink it down with wet, staring eyes. You wouldn't be allowed near anyone else the moment it's confirmed you're carrying his kid.
Avery. If you're leaving him before he leaves you. Leaving the town for university, leaving him for someone better off, or for love. You let him down easy, with a soft smile, and thank him for all the years of help. Help. What he had done for you reached beyond help. He was your saviour from god knows what. Anger burns in his veins but he just breathes low and even before asking if you want to have one last evening, just like the old times. How could you say no? You should have said no. You think it'll just be slow, soft, goodbye sex but the moment the handcuffs come out, you realise it won't be. In the hot tub, on the bed, against the balcony railing, Avery drills into you, slamming in deep with every thrust. You should have known to try and run when you reminded him of the condoms in his back pocket and he took them out just to throw them in the bin right in front of you. Cums deep inside of you every time, groaning into your neck. Dawn slips in through the curtains and Avery lights another cigarette before looking at your spent body next to him. Do you think your had any future now, with anyone or anything else, when swollen with a child?
Harper. You were going to be released. After so much time together at the asylum, you'd leave the intimate nest that kept you close to him at all times. He had been so blind to every thing other than his work, his work and you, that he hadn't realised that the time for you to go had arrived. Just one last night together. So he creeps to your room, just to watch you sleep a bit. Just that. Just watching. He always likes you like this, unaware and soft. He watches, soft, until he can't watch anymore. No more mandatory therapy. No more check ups. No more washing you in the shower, soapy fingers slipping between your thighs. Harper could make it mandatory, but who would make you go? What could force you to keep coming to him, to his office, to his embrace? Well, it's obvious. It's the time of your life that would be the most closely monitored with doctor's visits and check ups. He doesn't even take his shirt off, just shuck his trousers down to his thighs and climbs on top of you. Doesn't matter if you wake up. His desperate rutting into you, making sure to cum deep inside, the thoughtless need of it all, it doesn't feel like a disgusting act of violence, but tastes like the honeymoon night, with the only person for him.
Morgan. He always wanted grandkids. He loves grandkids. Seeing his baby round with life, and knowing it'll tie them to their papa for the rest of their life filled him with blind euphoria. No one could ever take you away from him, not like everyone from his wife, to the town had tried. You were his baby... He just had missed you so much. Doesn't help that you seemed so lonely at times, asking him to go to see your friends and go to your part time job. After all, he was the one insisting on home schooling and special cuddles since he made enough for the both of you. You needed to be home. You could have your baby for company, the same way he had his own for company. "Let daddy make you happy." He whispers to you, even as you act out. He just wants you to be happy. His baby deserves it all, his cock, his seed, your own bundle of joy.
Baby traps you out of spite:
Bailey. Maybe you ran your mouth just a bit too much that day. Maybe he was sick of your love sick puppies coming to the door and whine for some time with you. Maybe he just happened to grit his teeth to the point of pain as one of his brats sat before him, belly swollen as their baby daddy sat next to them, making plans to take them off his hands and live full time with them instead. Another source of income cut off. Maybe it was because you were his best earner and god knows if you fucking used protection. It didn't matter. What mattered is that, despite your pleas, he wasn't going to pull out. Slamming deep inside of you, hissing under his breath that you'd never be able to leave with any of your little boyfriends, not when another man's child grew in your belly. Later he might regret snapping like that, now that you had his brat. He might. Or he leans against your door frame, staring as you slept, shirt riding up to show the subtle bump of something growing inside of you.
Avery. But this time, if you're being bad. You ghosted him, you spurned him, you ran around with everyone in town without sparing a thought for the man that handed over enough money for you to thrive amongst Bailey's brats. Perhaps his snaps when he sees you flirting with one of his superiors, or that stupid kid you ran around with. Perhaps he waits outside the pub, smoking his imported cigarettes down to the filters until you appear, tipsy and looking like a whore. It doesn't take much to force you into the back of his car, ripping at your shirt to force it up, over your head to force your arms up, restraining you. You were his first. You were the one that was so perfect on every date before this rebellious streak. You've humiliated him. So there's nothing he'd want more than to return the favour. And when you're round with his child, and in need of support, he'd laugh. No one would believe you, a common street rat would have been forced to carry his child, him, a respected businessman. Doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy your hole squeezing tight around him as he roughly ruts into your poor guts.
Whitney. You dirty fucking whore. Running around with the greasy rat, the loser and the religious freak while he proclaims you as his bitch? Did the collar, did the tattoo, did your sore hole mean fucking nothing? So he corners you in the bathroom, snickering with his friends as he boxes you into the stall and begins to undo his belt. His bitch deserved a litter if you were going to let anyone who sniffed around you fuck you. Also it's just funny. The way the teachers would look at you with disappointment, the way your other dogs would stop sniffing around you. The way your uniform won't fit you at all in just a few months. Whitney still can't decide if he should show you off, the knocked up slut all for him, or to make you beg for him to keep you around. After all, the way you squealed and kicked on his cock, even now had him fucking dizzy.
Remy. Of course it made perfect sense. What sort of cow produces even more milk? One swollen with a calf. It helps that the idea occured to him after you made your latest successful escape attempt and Wren was the one to return you to your proper place in life. It's hard to run with a swollen belly, and milky tits. Maybe it would even endear him to you, snuffling into his hand, wanting some attention since your stupid, empty brain thought of him as master and as mate. So, with you struggling and huffing in your breeding bench, Remy sends everyone else out. He should just use some of the semen that the bulls deposited earlier, but why should he? Not when you were his favourite for so long, licking his fingers clean when the juices from the apple stained his skin. The one he looked forward to seeing the most. The one he fisted his cock to, imagining the way you'd keen and whine with his cock rutting into you and filling you up with his own milk. He could also prepare a room for your calf to live in, just so you'd paw at him to let you see his only heir, the one to inherit it all, even if they did have soft cow eyes and spotted, velvety ears.
#dol#quincewrites#degrees of lewdity#nsft#kylar the loner#avery the businessperson#harper the doctor#morgan the sewer dweller#bailey the caretaker#whitney the bully#remy the farmer
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If youâre doing requests could you write smth smutty with jeffery from class of 09 x female reader w some dubcon
Benzo-Addict ~
- Yandere!Jeffery x F!Reader -
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Part Two, Part Three
summary Drugs have always been your friend. A source of courage and tonight's no different. Now it's time to fuck a nerd. Hope your BF understands. 1.8k
warning college AU, mature, non-con, heavy drug use, hostage situation, violence.
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** Choice ** Head home, hang in the res quad with the other losers, or hot box it in a classroom with Nicole and Jecka. * click *
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"Nicole, what the fuck is a benzosexual exactly?" Your head whipped to the side at record speed. "Sounds..." You wormed your finger into a salty chip bag while pondering something profound to say other than the obvious: "Not good." There goes anything English has taught you about synonyms. You popped a chip in your greedy mouth. The tang if vinegar and talt collided on your tongue. This shit was disgusting.
Yet, you were on the cusp of moaning with each solid crunch. But, you held your tongue at bay.
"I feel like we had this conversation before." Nicole hummed around the shared point. Inhale. Exhale. Then, she expelled a puff of smoke into the dust flurries kicked up in their shuffle.
The classroom was barren of decore. Stiff and desolate, a reminder that teachers truly made the space, whereas professors rotate. And this fact was wholly evident. The walls stay bare through decades of season. Autumn is born in beige and Spring arises in that same fate, ending the year in beige.
It's astonishing how this educational prison stood in the glory of its singular doodle of Homer with nothing accompanying it on the wall.
And the desks were neatly arranged, bolted to the ground. Only the chairs beckoned students to sit as they were haphazardly thrown. It seemed as if they patiently waited for the next class's arrival. Lonely in nature until chosen for the hour. But, Friday afternoon meant that classes seldom came to these halls
"It's because we had, Nicole." Jecka retorted before gesturing to you, "She just wasn't here for it."
Nicole scoffed, "Sucks for her that she missed all the pedophiles. Now she gets the regular-enough shit, aka standard rapists. I bet even then, they have CP somewhere on their computer."
Jecka puffed her chest up before sighing dramatically. "Remind me again why are you still Hitler? Oh, wait you just did. Grow out of it."
âIâve grown, obviously~ because I canât call every man a pedophile in relationship to me. Your whore sister, in 10th grade, sheâs surrounded by them by the dozen⊠See!? Development, bitch.â
** Bzzzz **
"Okay, Nicole is Hitler, but what's a benzosexual?" You urged the pair on. You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. But you decided to ignore it for now.
"Someone attracted to the unconscious," Jecka twirled her fingers around a singular strand of honey-blonde hair. It almost glowed too brightly in the setting sun. "There was this stupid, insufferable, jock named Kylar at our high school. Who was constantly -and I mean it, constantly- putting weird shit in girls drinks. They'll pass out, and I know he got off to it. A girl that helpless..."
** Bzzzz ** ** Bzzzz **
"Isn't that illegal? Like, shouldn't you guys've reported him?"
"He played lacrosse," Nicole muttered. "Reporting it wouldn't do shit. Sports players get molested all the time by their grimy coaches, and itâs the girl's fault.â
** Bzzzz ** ** Bzzzz ** ** Bzzzz ** ** Bzzzz **
"Truly the Pessimist," You hissed through gritted teeth while reaching for another bite to calm your munchies.
Nicole's stare momentarily flashed to your face, eyes redden and lazy, smoke swirling out her nose, before she leaned further in.
** Bzzzz ** ** Bzzzz ** ** Bzzzz **
"It's Jeffery, huh?"
Your phone was currently blowing itself shitless. The tone of each call or message traveled upwards into the silence. The vibrations climbed your spinal cord like a wooden ladder, propping its feet between your bones, propelling into your eardrums. You cringed. All of this, why? A single moment was swiftly grasped by Jeffery's sudden insistence on a response to whatever you didn't care about. You two were meant to be ex-lab partners, not penpals of 1000+ messages each.
You retrieved your phone. 20 missed calls and 50+ texts.
"Forget creeps like Kylar when there's Jeffery. God couldn't keep him away from us. It's always the kids like him who don't go missing."
Jecka cackled, and her chin came to rest on the top of your shoulder. She read while you scrolled languidly. "Um, good luck playing into his fetishes. Being his... mommy!? And all. Meow~"
You flushed all red, "Don't read it!"
This isnât the first time Jecka teased you with the force of a rabid cat caller. She did it unabashedly and the pain of her comments left its marks on your face. You made a simple mistake, and that was defending Jeffery during the first week of classes. To you, he was a sweet, smart and charismatic guy, albeit all, a tad socially awkward. Scratch that -he was a lost cause concerning social interactions. It wasnât horrendous or anything. It made talking to him before stress-free. Now itâs a different story.
There were times as Jefferyâs lab partner that shouldâve had you sprinting out of Environmental Science. But, you sucked your tongue tight to the roof of your mouth and smiled without the corners reaching your eyes. Heâd crossed the lines of your acquaintanceship too many times to count. Youâre the one at fault, no? You were the one that led him on. Why the fuck didnât you get angry at him but at yourself?
One random Monday, Jeffery gave you a hentai DVD to you with an accompanying notebook which explained his depraved inner thoughts; '@ 1:47, I watched as the 40-feet cat women stepped on guy's penis. And I wish that were you doing it to me The sight made my hand go faster till total completion.'
And frankly, you didn't want to know that. Jeffery, the weird otaku obsessed with NaruParty13, whom you felt bad for, proved to be a complete freak.
With your first semester ending, you closed that chapter of being his lab partner. In came new housing, with your boyfriend and away from the dorms, and less frequent trips to the dining hall, which meant fewer interactions with Jeffery. For literal fuck sake, you shared zero classes together, nor were you a part of the same major. Your paths strayed from one another. You entertained small talk here and there when it felt inevitable. Any sane person would let this lack of relationship go. Not Jeffery.Â
"I'm not playing into anyone's kinks aside from my own." You stuck your tongue out, shoving Jecka away.
"And sometimes your sleaze boyfriend."
"Yeah, 'cause I'm perfect 10 with a high libido." You mocked, matching your pitch to Jecka's. "And Cody's not a total sleaze."
Nicole tapped your shoulder with the joint in hand, "He's as depraved as any other man. Hence the usage of the word total."
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** Choice ** Snatch the weed, or confront Jeffery. * click *
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You could deal with Jeffery another day.
You were like a kite soaring through the sky. Your mind fell far into a different plane of existence than your own, but you didn't mind. The world was spinning. And, if you were in a room, you couldn't tell. No amount of stable ground could keep your feet stationed. Your vision was decorated in fuzz and pixels. And, in a twist of fate, you thought yourself tumbling forward.
You had taken it. Nicole's shit- that joint was strong as fuck. The first drag knocked your chest back in reverie. Yet you kept ripping. By the time you had left campus, you were inflicted with giggles, and you'd remained starry-eyed throughout dinner.
Then came the Friday night club scene. You downed shots like a bad bitch. Ghandi would be proud.
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You stumbled through the shared flat with Cody. Your lips entangled with each other in battle. His hands groped your hips and pinched its flesh with fervent joy. His lips were chapped and his tongue held the remnants of beer. You enjoyed its taste against the mint of your gum.
Your boyfriend pulled away. Your name breached passed moans and whines, sobering your tequila-filled belly slightly. "Babe, please grab the Percocet... In the cabinet." Cody damn near whined. You nodded furiously, and your brain rattled against your skull.
He smacked a sloppy kiss on your forehead before shooing you away.
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** Choice ** Sober up with water, or take a dive into prescription pill wonderland. * click *
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And down the hatch, the Percocet goes.
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"You... you little shi- Fuck!"
Cody? Was that you?
His words felt miles away and your head ached. You knew Cody was crying really ugly. Was he talking to you? Were you dying? You were neither here nor there. And faintly, you registered the sound of skin impacting skin. It was unmistakable.
Cody screeched, "That hurts dipshit!"
"You ruined her. People ruined her," A disembodied voice spoke over you. You groaned, head swirling with more things than one. Could it be a dream? Where were you? How were you here? If you opened up your eyes, would you be able to see? "She was absolutle... Beauty! A perfect girl rivaling those of the anime girls in Doki Doki Daisuke. It was as if God answered my prayers and brought her to life in front of me. That's who she is to me -perfect as the day I met her... Before she met mean girls like Nicole. And, before she allowed you to defile her."
"Fuck," Cody screeched. "What the hell are you talking about!? We were dating before that whore, Nicole!" Who are you talking to?
Cody? I'm scared. I can't... get out of my own head.
His voice continued. "Look man, she was never going to be with you. We started going steady in high school. You were some bizarre loser, a complete neet, who got assigned as her lab partner. For fuck sake, she would've ignored you still without me or her friends. You are just a nuisance who can't take no for an answer! Is this your final attempt to get her to look at you!? Huh... HUH!? Well? Is it working? Does she see you now? Fuck no -she's unconscious! Guess who you're talking to? ME!!!"
Fingers carded over your scalp, itching at your crown. You tingled all over, and the coldest breath ghosted over your cheeks. "I would treat her better. I would put her on a pedestal that rivals Yuno Gasai, whom I believe to be the sluttiest and most desirable anime girl."
Was that voice Jeffery? You managed to whine at that, and you were promptly shushed -consoled like a child.
"She's like this because of you. You're supposed to protect her. What boyfriend allows his girlfriend to get this drugged out."
Silence.
Cody? Are you still there? Like actually, there? I don't understand. Why is this happening? What even is happening to me?
After a while, your boyfriend tsked, "She's a fucking addict, and it is hot as shit. Imagine what a drugged-up slut would do to please you."
Pause.
"Besides, You aren't at all above it. Don't act like you're better than me. Ain't it true that you roofie bitches? Hehe, now you're coming after my druggie girlfriend. Some SHIT!!"
"Y'a know, you talk too much," Jeffery whispered. And you found the strength within yourself to peel your eyes open. You were home. The few nicknacks you displayed glared into your retinas. Once, twice, it felt unbearable to blink. Your gaze started at the carpet, swooping to the left then the right, along the walls, and down to center
Your boyfriend's stared back at you. Then came the...
Screams.
You hadn't comprehended the missing beats of Cody's responses until then. In that state of limbo, words tied together rhythmically. Now, each plea and wail came out differently past battered lips. He begged you to run through swollen tongues and lips.
Each pause was a catch of breath. Cody's chest rose and fell in quick succession. His face was bloodied. Swirled vermillion, slathered by a pair of hands. Where the original wound is, you couldn't tell. It was all over the place. Ropes circled his chest, soaking up red, and kept him strapped to a wooden dining chair.
"Co-" You sputtered. You couldn't stop the onslaught of coughs that inched its way up your throat. Before you could say anything more, Jeffery's palm smashed against your mouth. He finally gained your attention, all while waving a knife around.
"My darling sweetheart," Jeffery cooed with adoration. "I'll handle the trash. Go back to sleep. I was just about to silence him."
You wanted to vomit. You hoped that the acidity would transport you to a reality where you were kneeling over a toilet. Or a bush, fuck it. It could be anywhere than this. You'll take on hang-over Central despite any day over this. You'll say fuck drugs and then by next week, you're on it again.
You just couldn't stay away from Percs and Robo.
Jeffery's appearance was disheveled, a stark contrast from what you were accustomed to. His hair was overgrown and unkempt with inky strands that poked from every angle. It was utterly impossible to look away. His crazed eyes darted across your face, searching within you for something you weren't sure you had to offer.
He turned from you, speaking to Cody. "Stop screaming! I'll gut you if you interfere."
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** Choice ** Figure out what's next, or miss part 2, bitch. * click *
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Thank you for reading! Request rules are here! Follow my ig = lil.thoughts.xo! Part Two, Part Three
Due to the nature of the game, I tried writing differently than what I consider normal. But I had so much fun writing for this fandom. Can't wait to do it again.
#class of 09#class of 09 the re up#jeffery class of 09#nicole class of 09#jecka class of 09#jeffery x reader#yandere x reader#male yandere x reader#yandere smut#college au#yandere#yandere otaku#tw drugs#tw noncon
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More RoleSwap au!!!
They make me laugh Kian goes up to him with a love letter and gets fucking punched in the face cause Kylar thinks heâs being insulted
Look at my cute baby boy
Also RoleSwap info!!! Some atleast lol
Kylar gets into fights and people just genuinely dont like him he has no charm no friends heâs a self proclaimed âLone wolfâ incel who hates everyone the first time him and Kian met Kylar probably knocked shoulders with Kian and was like âFucking watch it freakâ and Kian was in love/j
This is how they originally met(although kylar doesnât remember)
#dol#degrees of lewdity#my art#dol kylar#kylar the loner#dol kian#kian the deceitful#dol pc#roleswap dol#đđ©”
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Be Mine? đđđ
#pumkingart#đïžâđšïž#degrees of lewdity#dol#male#kylar the loner#kylar the lonely#dol kylar#yandere
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Kinktober 2024 â Ghost Kylar
â ⧠pairing: M!Kylar / F!Reader â ⧠genre: smut 18+ â ⧠word count: 6,988 â ⧠warnings: ghost, ghost sex, yandere, brief depiction of self harm, major character death (duh, heâs a ghost), masochism, blood, dub con, kylar is cringe as fuck, public sex, biting, creampie, knifeplay â ⧠synopsis: it's ironic, isn't it? how the one thing he wants most in this world is the one thing he can't have... his existence does have its advantages though, some that you'll experience intimately!
â ⧠A/N: sorry this took me so long to finish! thank you for your patience. enjoy some kylar fun :D...
â ⧠kinktober masterlist
Youâd think that dying and being turned into an ignored ghost would be an absolute hindrance, right? The whole⊠being incorporeal ordeal might present some issues sometimes, for some people, he imagines. Unable to fulfil that terrible itch to touch, to be touched, floating in a relative void of nothingness for all eternity just because of one stupid, rash decision. Itâd be a pain for sure, he thinks, if he was completely disallowed to touch at all. But perhaps his excessive yearning for you is like magic, in the sense of being strong enough to bend the rules of existence itself to allow him a little, just enough feeling for him to be satisfied.
For now, at least.
And isnât that proof enough of his love for you? That he was made to be with you, just as you were for him? Surely, given that every other ghost heâs met thus far has complained about the lack of literally anything, and how he must be so lucky to be allowed the privileged of reaching out to you on any God given occasion, that is proof. Itâs certainly not luck that had him end up here, is it? No, it could never beâŠ
Instead, he puts it down to love, plain and simple.
Though he did very little of loving you in his life prior, publicly regarding. Far too afraid of approaching you in fear of scaring you away with his⊠well, people call him weird for a reason, right? Now at least, he figures it might a good time to catch up on all those missed opportunities he was silly not to take before. Itâs what heâs due for his patience, right? For committing the ultimate proclamation of love, undying in his quest to make you his.
He hadnât intended on dying, to be honest with you. Carving your name into his arm one lonely night to comfort himselfâ he was just too sloppy with it. But what else could you ever hope to expect from a man who was rock hard at the mere thought of having you brand him forever, self inflicted or not. All the blood rushing to his cock before even grabbing the knife; itâs a wonder he even managed to pass from blood loss due to how hard his cock throbbed for you, blade in his shaky hand and oh so sharp. Sharpened just for this occasion, yâknow? Especially for you, nothing but the best would ever do for his girl! And oh, how the slow drag of the pointed tip across his goose-bumped skin felt so good, had his cock all leaky and trembling in excitement just hovering the point above his arm. He hadnât had much luck catching your attention thus far, regrettably sticking to the shadows in the meantime while you flirt and skirt around the whole school. But surely, with his new permanent tattoo, heâd be able to catch your eyeâand hopefully a little more, yeah?
Trouble is, heâs a filthy masochist. A downright depraved mess of a man, erection upright and throbbing in anticipation as he cautiously tilts the tip of the knife against his soft skin. The expectation of it all, giddy with hope that this will once and for all secure his rightful place by your side, proving how only he can be your one and only true love, causes him to miscalculate just how deep he needs to carve his love for you. The strong bite of the knife, hot against his searing flesh, feels so fucking goodâ enough to have his hips jutting forward in an attempt to fuck the air as well as heâd like to fuck into your pretty princess pussy. Itâs immediately dizzying, a horrible misuse of his love for you, but nonetheless a declaration that gets him off like nothing before. Instantly addicting in just how much it hurts, a choked hiss escaping his pouty lips as he digs in, digging as deep as he can with the knife to showcase just how far heâs willing to go for you, even if you arenât actually present.
And the blood that drips from the first letter of your name should have been the first worrying sign, he knows. But isnât that what made it all the more exciting in the end? The lack of thought, impulsively seeking more of that red hot high. Gushing from his open wound in waves, turning his arm a sticky red as a permanent stain of just how much he adores you. Itâs sickening, really, how the black spots in his vision and the fluttering lashes only coaxed him into continuing, messily dragging the knife across his arm to start the next letter of your nameâ but alas. Heâs always been weaker and smaller than most, and thereâs only so much blood one man can lose before death comes for him. Itâs not that he was surprised about the outcome given the circumstances, honestly! Itâs justâŠÂ Different. Yeah. Not as bad as the other ghosts heâs came across have claimedâ but then again, none can match just how much love he holds for you, heâs certain.
Loves you enough to pester you any and every chance he gets, the one living soul heâs still yet tethered too. He imagines itâs got something to do with the fact that you arenât fully his yet, and when you are and he inevitably has to leave, heâll be waiting patiently for your arrival on the other side. But for now, itâs fun to simply exist by your side, to have you be the only one left to notice him; as heâs always ever wanted, really. And, to run his ghostly fingertips up and down your exposed arms, tickling you for attention while you enter the classroom is pleasure enough.
âKylarââ you whisper shout at him in return, intending to scold, no doubt. But all it does is excited him some more, like the fucking ghoul he truly is, and always has been. A wretched excuse of a man, little fucking pervert, only you get to see his true side now. âNot. Here.â
Though he loathes to be back in this prison, heâs aware that youâve got grades to keep up on where he doesnât. And if heâs honest, itâs not so bad being back only because now he can sit besides you every class, every day. Back when he was alive, this was one of his ultimate dreams. And if all it takes is to pass away and to float by your side for eternity to do just that, then he thinks heâd kill himself a million times over just to prolong this dream. Standing by your side through it all, even if all merely consists of keeping you company through your morning math class like the dutiful boyfriend he is.
He always wondered how you did in maths. The school schedule disallowed him from visiting you during such early morning hours, and he always hated sitting anxiously in his own class all alone, eager to get out of it as soon as possible . Not solely because he was regularly bullied in class by his peers, ridiculed to no end for his antsy attitude and twiddling thumbsâ stupid, the lot of them. His one regret is not having the time to get back at them some way, somehow. But he was also eager to leave class because that meant he was one step closer to you. Always you, thinking, watching, dreaming, you, you, you. Heâd endure the torment of fellow students so long as he survived long enough to simply sit beside you for that one hour during English class together. That, truly, was the highlight of his day. Every fucking day. So much so that he found himself missing the bullying and the shoving and the name calling at the weekends only because he wasnât in school to see you.
There was always solace in your scent, safety in your stares.
It didnât so much matter to him that you never really paid him the time of day, always avoiding his wistful looks and deflecting his trembling touch. It didnât bother him that youâd sneer down at him, spitting those same hurtful words that his bullies so often did, too. Itâs okay, he gets it. You were just trying to survive, right? Heâd never fault or blame you for that, not when he does the exact same thing. But deep down, you like him, donât you? You just had to protect yourself, make sure that you didnât also become a lonely little target like him.
Heâd have killed them for you if you asked though, yâknow?
Lest his blade get dirtied though, heâs glad that you never. Only so that he could kill himself in such a pure way, untainted by others gross stink and sweat upon his blade. Now, as he watches you sit in math class with hawk eyes, one hand precariously placed upon your shoulder to remind you of his presence, you can rest assured that heâs doing so only with the best, most clean intentions. His tummy filling with butterflies at the way you shiver under his touch, the pencil in your hand wobbling in your unsure grip as his cold courses through your system.
âSorry,â he whispers to you, though thereâs really no need to. Nobody else can see him, heâs almost certain⊠at least no one else seems to react to him. But old habits die hard or something, and he doesnât want to get you in trouble for chatting to him during class. âAm I still too cold? I donât mean to be, I donât think I can help it, I--â
A shoulder shrug has his hand falling from your body, and he canât help but to smile wide at the way you continue trying to communicate with him in spite of the orders by River to stay quiet. Youâre trying for him, thatâs all that matters to his unbeating heart.
âGot it. Too cold, sorry.â He quips, making sure to keep his voice low enough so as to not annoy you, but also so that he has a better chance of hearing your bored little sighs. The huffs of concentration as you do your best to work through the questions presented before you. He always did admire your work ethic, and itâs a genuine joy to be offered the privilege of watching you hard at work this morning. The little tips and taps of your pencil against the old wooden desk, scribbles on your work book, even the slight creaks and squeaks of your school chair from under your bored wiggles. More than anything, he simply adores just watching you. From every angle, behind any shadow. Youâre just so perfect to him, even when you ignore his circling attempts, stalking around you like some sort of overbearing teacherâ or shark.
He doesnât mean to be weird, itâs just⊠Despite not being with you for very long in his more ghostly appearance, he canât stop wanting to watch you. Creeping around you at every opportunityâ you were the first person he thought to haunt when he realised his predicament fully. And now, knowing that not only is his temptation going unnoticed by those around him, but that you specifically are allowed to bear witness to his wanting, is everything he could have ever asked for and more.
Well, besides asking for his touch to return to its normal heated self, for your benefit solely. But coldness has its play reasons too, right? And heâs so sure youâd get used to it eventually, and he doesnât mind waiting for as long as you take. Because he loves you. And because he doesnât have anything else worth doing with his boring existence now, too.
Besides continuing to dote upon you.
Which is what he plans on doing, leaning closer in from behind you, intending on playfully distracting you from your work with a quick peck on your cheek; if not for the fact that something, or someone else, steals your attention away from him before his rightful opportunity.
Lamentably, he turns his head with your own snap turn, a scowl present on his face before he even considers the possibility of who might have called your attention before him. Instead, heâs upset merely that he doesnât get to see your reaction. Surely itâs one of annoyance that you wear, right? How dare you interrupt my studies, leave me and my ghostly boyfriend alone before I report you!
In an ideal world, thatâs how heâd like you to react. And, perhaps a little selfishly, thatâs how he expects you to react. A quick dismissal, a rude awakening to whatever sap decides to distract you from your hard work, studying so prettily for him...
But heâs dead. And that certainly isnât ideal, so he doesnât fully expect your reaction to be perfect either. Itâs okay, thereâs time to work on it⊠in this life and in your own after life. But alas, the rude awakening that greets him upon coming face to face with Whitneyâs horrible leer rocks him to his core. His fists automatically balling up at his sides in an attempt to protect himself from one of his biggest bullies, ready to fight back if need beâ heâs already went ahead and killed himself anyway. But of all people, it just had to be his arch nemesis that threatens to dirty you with that eye fucking, huh? Fucking typical, though he obviously could tell that Whitney sat behind you in math classâ not in the least because youâve complained time and time again about just how much that man bothers you, he had been silently hoping, fucking wishing to be left alone with you. Just this once. Is that too much to ask?
Hasnât his death been payment enough?
Or better yet, his genuine lifetime of pain and suffering, standing between you and the bullies as much and as often as he could, should be worth at least a look in his direction, right? Not that heâs mad at you, God, never⊠rather, heâs angered by Whitneyâs continued dislike of him, going so far as to bully him in death, too. How Whitney is so wanting, always, of what does not belong to him. The sultry âGot the answers, slut?â That falls from his lips is disgusting, an immediate wave of nausea crawling up Kylarâs throat in response; if only his voice could be heard. Whitney never fails to irk him, and it saddens him to learn that thereâs very little escape even after his passing.
Thankfully, though, you tell him to piss off.
âAtta girl!â Kylar commends you, beaming down at you from behind as the words heâs always wanted to say roll off his tongue so easily, now that heâs in constant privacy with just you. And, dare he admit, your refusal to submit to the bully has his cock twitching in his pants. Just a little, like a small warning. Itâs hot seeing you fight back, even more so when heâs convinced that youâre doing it in an attempt to be left alone with him some more.
But still, no reaction from you upon his praise. And still, Whitney tries to steal your attention off of his kind words, a sulking huff escaping him at the way you instantly allow the bully the privileged of looking at you, let alone talking to you.
Despair grips his dead heart, dead to all but you, phantom pangs of pain begging to console you when Whitney tugs on your hair so unfairlyâheâd never do the same to you, yâknow? Heâd brush it if youâd let him, wash and dry it all for you in a heartbeat. Heâd look after you so well, if only youâd look at him and notâ
âWhat was that, slut?â Whitney glares at you in the same way Kylar has been unfortunate enough to stare back at the barrel of a gun, too. And it upsets him, terribly so. So much so that he finds himself standing between you and Whitney on instinct; though this is immediately ineffective given how translucent and invisible he is to all but you. Quick, he thinks to himself. Something else, something thatâll immediately have you exiting the unfair situationâŠ
He doesn't have much time to think, so he hopes youâll forgive him for his rash actions of spinning around and pecking your cheek just like heâd originally wanted to do all along⊠but you should forgive him, because youâre his, after all. And heâs only trying to help you at the end of the day.
âThe fuck are you blushing for, freak?â Whitneyâs voice continues to ring in his ears, and he canât stop the creepy smile from tugging on his lips when witnessing the pretty pink that dusts your cheeks in response to his help. See, he knew youâd appreciate it!
âI can, um⊠Kiss you some more, if youâd like?â Kylar fights for your attention, though meek as he might be. He knows whatâs best for you, obviously, but itâs easier for everyone involved if he makes you feel like itâs your decision, right? Thatâs what he read online, anyway, when researching about how to find a girlfriendâŠ
But perhaps the double attention is a little too much for you to handle, the frown you wear in response is surely distaste borne out of Whitneyâs incessant yapping, right?
It couldnât be anything else. Certainly not because of him, heâs sure. Because heâs helping, isnât he?
Seconds feel like minutes as you stare atâor is it through?âhim. But before he has a chance to double check with you that he made the right decisionâwhich he did, but sometimes you need a little reminding, of courseâyou steal the opportunity of speech away from him. A quick nod in his general direction, he canât tell if itâs aimed more at him or Whitney, but what matters is that the glare that soon follows cannot be mistaken for anyone other than him.
So hot⊠has him tensing up in excitement.
âExcuse me.â You say, voice tense as your lips press into a thin line. âSir,â You promptly raise your hand, and Kylar is so pleased that youâre standing up for yourself that he claps for you, cringe as it may be. Theres no one but you to witness it anyway. âCan I use the restroom?â
Oh, âGood idea,â Kylar commends you, racing around to the front of your desk in a genuine effort to help you pack up your things, forgetting that heâs a fucking ghost. Itâs the one negative that heâs came to experience with his new existenceâ he wishes he could physically help you out some more. âEscape into the bathroom, a classicââ
River cuts him off with an exhausted: âIf you must.â but Kylar can hardly complain. The sight of you collecting your items pairs nicely with the scoff Whitney lets out following your dismissal, and like the lost little puppy he is, Kylar eagerly follows you out of the classroom and into the school hallways with his metaphorical tail wagging happily behind him. Not a single fucking a care in the world, which makes a change in such a setting.
Because he helped. Because thatâs the only thing he ever wants to do for the rest of his afterlife; help you. Be with you, be around you, slipping around hallway corners and into the girls bathroom with youâ which heâs been inside of on occasions, in particular when stalking you during lunch break. He wonders if you ever noticed? Still, you enter into the same cubicle you always doâ second from the left, closest to the wall. And he figures the fact that you slam the door on his face isnât because you want him to leave you alone, but out of sheer frustration over the situation, over Whitney and his bullying tendencies. He forgives you for the rude action anyway, so it doesnât really matter the reasons why.
Heâs a ghost.
And heâs not so sure why you adopt such a look of surprise upon his passing through the door to be beside you, offering you a lovesick little grin in response.
âWhat are youâ why did you follow me, Kylar?â
The amount of pain in your voice aches him, has him reaching out to tenderly stroke your cheek with a soft coo falling from his pouty lips.
âWanted to make sure you were okay, mostlyâŠâ which is the Gods honest truth! More than anything, he wanted to check that you were doing okay in private, where he could look upon you with stars in his eyes and dote on you to his hearts content. Congratulations resting at the tip of his tongue over just how well you handled that situation, and reassurances caught in his throat over the fact that heâs always more than willing to help you in any situation, utilising his ghostly energy solely in an effort to make your life all the more comfortable. But your scathing tone is quicker than his love, and instead of all those well intentioned thoughts spilling from his anxiously bitten lips, a tut now resides behind his teeth.
You avoid his gaze with another reprimand. âOkay?â is all you initially say, and he wants so badly to beg at your feet, yes, yes, I helped, didnât I? Didnât I do so good? But you once again cut him off before he even has a chance of pleading his case. âI was doing fine until, until youââ
Ah. He understands better now, he thinks. Itâs true, you were handling yourself so well, better than he ever did when face to face with some scumbag like Whitney. He had to commend you there! But, with his helpful kiss, you had enjoyed it so much so that it ended up distracting you into a flustered state, right? Poor babyâŠÂ you just need taken care of, right? He can understand why thatâd be frustrating, having to escape the classroom and into the bathroom to try and deal with all of those assumed butterflies in your tummyâ one cannot easily explain the intricacies of harbouring a ghost boyfriend, right? Youâ you must have wanted to get him alone in private to playfully scold him or something, a knowing giggle crawling up his throat at how red and cute your little cheeks are when staring back at him.
This is the perfect place to reward you, no doubt. Somewhere hidden, though still in public. Heâd have liked to have played with you in proper public, watch you struggle to contain your enjoyment in front of so many othersâ because what would you even say to them? Oh, donât worry, my ghost boyfriend is just balls deep in me right now, thatâs why Iâm moaning so loudly! No, of course not! Itâs something to work up to, he concedes to himself. And for now, he doesnât mind playing with you in secret public⊠since itâs what you're obviously wanting, after all.
Itâs his turn to interrupt you for once, though it pains him to even think about being so rude to you, he thinks you might appreciate his efforts in the end. So long as heâs reading your signals right; thereâs no way that he isnât, his death and subsequent haunting of you has already proven just how strong his connection to you is⊠he could never be wrong when it comes to you.
âItâs okay, look,â he grabs your attention, one cold hand atop your head to gently push your vision down, until your eyes are in line with his crotch. He wants to show you just how much he appreciates you, how much he loves you and adores when you fight back, standing up for yourself is so attractive to him. And, more selfishly, âLook at what you do to meââ he huffs, wanting to help you understand exactly what your actions have stirred up within him today, so early on, too. Youâre just so perfect, such a pretty girl to haunt, he canât help but to want to express his feelings for you in the most plain way possible, yâknow?
Front and centre, under your watchful eye, his cock throbs for you. Hard and heavy even if a little translucent; it still yet pulses with life, hidden under the loose pants he managed to die in. Not his first choice of clothing to be stuck in for eternity, but it gets the job done he supposes. And by that, he means that you can clearly see how it tents in your direction, dribbling precum all over himself simply from looking at that pretty expression you now wear. Brows furrowed and mouth agape, a gasp tumbling from your pretty pouty lips no doubt from his appreciation of you.
In awe, arenât you? Of his utter dedication, how loyal he is to you, much like a dog. Tugging his bottoms off to wag his cock at you like a treatâ âGot me all riled up.â he smiles genuinely, a soft sigh escaping him at the way you run your fingers through your hair, bashfully avoiding the rock hard cock right in front of you. He oh so loves how cute you are when you get all shy, light loving laughter spilling from his lips as he places a cool hand on your shoulder.
âThere isnât much room in hereâŠâ he thinks out loud, humming in faux thought for just a moment before surprise swivelling you around so that your back is now facing him. And the elbow you send into his side only turns him on some more, silly. He enjoys it when you fight back, because every punch and kick from you feels so much like a kiss, a reminder of the life he once had as pain courses through him and pools in his cock. âBut thereâs enough, I think.â
And if there isnât, well⊠Perks of having a ghost for a boyfriendâ he can just phase through the stall and still fuck into you. Half in and out, it doesnât matter. Youâre the only person, and thing in general, that he can meaningfully interact with.
His cock automatically taps against your ass when you teasingly squirm around with want, hypnotising him with your movements from side to side. Like youâre encouraging him, right? The way your knees buckle from under you as he towers behind you is so cute too, coaxing some more pre to leak from his tip just for him to smear it against your school skirt, a soft cooing tut escaping him as he tugs on the end of it, your panties soon following, and letting them drop just enough to have his cock pressing against your bare ass cheeks. And oh, how warm you are against his cold tip, prompting him to shiver against you when you refuse to let up tempting him with those pretty wiggles.
It only turns him on more seeing how excited you are for him to show his appreciation, those cute little muffles and whimpers you sound as he angles his hips down so that his spectral cock can rub between your soft and squishy thighs is soooo nice, something worth dying for, he thinks to himself.
And thereâs so much satisfaction to be had in grabbing your wrists before you know whatâs happening to you, pinning them above your head as youâre forced to submit over the toilet below you. Thereâs nowhere for you to run, nowhere that you can hide from him now that heâs deadâ and isnât that just so fucking exciting? So hot to him, his cock twitching incessantly against your flushed skin with a sweet sigh escaping him. You always have him feeling like a dirty little virgin again every time he dotes on you like this, his hips stuttering against you on instinct; itâs fucking silly how you have him feeling so good from relatively very little already.
Which just proves to him further that not only do you belong to him, but that you want this sort of treatment too. You could never convince him otherwise.
And how could you not want him anyway? With the way your body tenses up for his enjoyment, hands balled into tiny little fists for stability against the wall while he pins you in place. Your pretty pussyâGod heâs so in love with her, wants to eat her out forever and ever, mark her all up with his seed, worship and lick and fuck her always, youâve got no fucking idea the things heâd do for just a smidge of your cuntâleaking all over him, drooling slick up and down his cock for him to gag at; heâd die over and over again for this cunt.
Heâs only so riled up because he witnessed your bravery too, but honestly, just being near you is enough to set him off. His grip on your wrists tightening while his other hand passes through the stall wall; sometimes he forgets that he canât lean on anything but you for support. Which you happily accept, right? His free hand coming down to lock onto your waist, grabbing and pinching as a means to stay somewhat present in the moment, but he always inevitably loses his mind a little when it comes to you. Squeezing at your side from the delight of physical touch, finally. Balls just aching and heavy with seed for you as he rubs one out between your thighs idly, lazy with his strokes in the hopes of warming you up to how cold his spectral body is.
The things he wants to do to you. The things he will do to you.
âWanna keep you like this foreverââ he huffs, wondering if the breath that fans across the back of your neck is hot or cold, though it doesnât truly matter. You shiver into it regardless, in turn choking his cock a little tighter against the fat of your thighs to have him choking on thin air above you. âSo pretty, so proud of you today, God⊠Wanna praise you forever ân ever ânââ
He cuts himself off with a moan, his cock tip severely sensitive due to being unable to so much as rut against anything other than you. Itâs only natural that he then relies on you a little more, right? He doesnât mean to, but he simply has to; lest go goes insane and dead. But he hopes that in return for relying on you more than he should, he can make it up to you with how his cock slips and slides between your folds, rock hard and pulsing pleasantly with each knock against your clit. All sloppy with your slickâ because duh, you want this reward, right?
Evident from how pitchy and strained your voice is when you regard him with: âKylar, will youâ quit itâ!â
A sly smirk tugs on his lips in response. Sneaky and mean, a low sigh crawling up his throat before he gives you exactly what you want. Impatient little girl, itâs like you know that heâd do literally anything for you, whenever for you. Whatever princess wants, princess getsâŠ
Which is exactly why he stops humping, as per your request. Drawing his hips back so that his tip catches perfectly on your cute little hole, the hand on your waist dipping a little further down to spread your ass cheek to the side for his viewing pleasure, before he rather unfairly thrusts his hips forward in one fell swoop and fucks you so full of his ghost cock that youâre left gasping for air. Nice and cooling, right? Especially against such soft and warm squishy insidesâ yin and yang. You expertly match him, his better half.
All wind is knocked out of him upon entering your sweet heat too, donât worry. Youâre not the only one struggling to take the stretch, carving his size out of your hole as a means of ownership. As if to say: this is my cunt. And he wont lie, part of why he immediately settles into a quick pace of in and out is to prove as much to you too. To prove to Whitney, look, see how much sheâs gasping for me? How she tightens up with every pass of his throbbing cock in and out, only pulsing for you, because of you. Nothing else quite literally does it for him, his head thrown back in immediate sheer bliss, his own little personal heaven bent over before him in such a dirty cramped little spaceâŠ
You deserve better, absolutely. And heâd love to give you just that later tonight when he follows you home, too. But a good boyfriend listens to his girlfriend, even if she doesnât speak. You may not have voiced your want for him to fuck you raw in the school bathroom today, but he knew. Could pick up on all your little tells and non verbal communication so easilyâ and heâs pleased to know that he listened well given how your tight cunt just leaks over him. A loud slap surely to be heard from his fucks in and outâ if he wasnât a ghost, that is.
Another point as to why he must be fated to be with you, right? His groans and moans, the way his heavy with seed balls slap against your puffy little slit as you whine and wriggle all pretty for him; itâs all only for you. The sole listener, the only one able to hear and see him. In return, he muses to himself that if anyone were to walk in on this scene, him balls deep in your pretty pussy, hunched over you like a fucking dog in heat⊠theyâd see nothing but your gaping hole struggling to take him. And isnât that just so fucking hot? How you must stay quiet, lest anyone sees you in such a compromising situation? Nobody would fucking believe you, and he can feel the power he holds over you course through him with every greedy hump forward, and every quick draw back. Slamming his cock into you, fucking the breath right out of you with the weight he throws behind his possessive thrusts.
âPerfectââ spills from his smiling lips, tugged into a cheek aching grin the moment you begged him for more, like a good girl. âYouâre so, so perfect, ahââ his voice is high pitched, cunt rendering him useless, just a moaning mess of a dead man as he loses himself inside of you. Eyes rolled back and jaw slack with open mouthed sighsâ he even drools on you. Just a little, in sheer pleasure. All he wants is to make you feel good, praise dripping from the end of his cock to leave your insides all sticky and goopy with precum, but you make it difficult for him to focus on the task at hand when youâre breathing so heavily like that, and tensing up to make it easier for him to thrust into you.
âNever gonna leave you.â
And heâs so happy to hear your muffled whimpers in response to his reassurances, coaxing him into stuttering his hips into you, unable to keep up with the amount of love and devotion pouring from his every greedy grab of your heated skin and wet smack of his cock into your gushing cunt. Like she can tell just how serious he is, loyal to you in life and in death, refusing to let up on showing you his affection with fast enough fucks to have him on his tippy toes for you. Itâs silly, how heâs just so easy for you. A simp through and through, strengthening the grip he has on your wrists only to pin them behind your back, using your own body against you as leverage to better fuck into you. And he doesnât hear you complainingâ quite the contrary, actually.
Gently, he hushes you. A soft sound pressed right against the shell of your ear, followed by a greedy groan of his own at the deeper angle he now fucks you in. âWouldnât want anyone to hear you, right?â his whispers against your soft skin, humming in faux thought over the imagined scene of you getting caught. Itâs hot, of course, imagining the shocked look on your face upon the stall door swinging opening, his cock throbbing harder when he thinks about how he wouldnât stop, not even for a single fucking second in the hopes of publicly claiming you as his own. Godâ heâs so close just from thinking about it.
Itâd be the perfect display, he thinks. Pure ownership, indulgence at its finest. He only wishes he had the guts to do so when he was alive, cock balls deep in your tight little angel cunt for all to see just how well you squirm on it, like you were fucking made to take his cock. For him and him only, a ring of cream forming at the base of his cock to prove that he still has life left in him yet.
Even if it feels like heâs fighting for his life, fucking so deep into your cunt that heâs sure his cold tip is rocking against your cervix, kissing her so full of precum that youâre fucked into squelching around him. Heâs just so sick for you, completely and utterly down bad in every sense, that he canât help but to keep going. Ignoring your cries and pleads for somethingâ heâs too busy getting his cock wet to fully listen to your words. Only that you sound good, making his cock tremble with impatience as his balls grow taut and his hips fight to keep up with the speed he wants to fuck you at.
Itâs a wonder you havenât fallen over by now, getting fucked by the ghost of a rabbit behind you.
âCloseââ he chokes out for you, inhaling as much air as he possibly can in an attempt to keep up with himself, but his thrusts falter regardless. Failing to fucking you at a consistent speed and rhythm, caring selfishly only for his own enjoyment as he pounds you uncomfortable against the toilet wall. âSo close,â he gasps, genuine and fraught with so much need, the tight suck of your cunt coaxing him closer, as if instinctively trying to help get him off faster, proves to be all he needs in the end.
Because itâs you. Because heâs downright obsessed with you, he doesnât need much else to get off like a filthy pervert but you, to be honest.
And like the slut he is for you, he bends you over some more, chomping down on your clothed shoulder in a feeble attempt to leave more of his mark. The resulting sob you let out at the painful reminder of his existence forever by your side is what really does him in, fat ropes of cum shooting from his tip to surprise him into pained whimpers of enjoyment. Still, his hips donât stop, fully milking himself to completion inside of your warm and wet cunt, filling her up enough to have some of his seed drip out and down to the bathroom tiles with muted thuds!
Youâre so perfect, so fucking pretty and pliant, unable to escape him forever and ever. He wants to fuck you to death, wants to lock you up and keep you in his pocket so that he can praise your cunt whenever he wantsâ which is always. Let no one else even think about looking at you, breed you forever and always as thanks simply for existing. Making him feel so good, taking his cock so wellâ
Heavy breaths escape him as he soon slows down, still yet fucking into you at a lazy pace to make sure you get every single drop of seed he has to offer you. Itâs what you deserve, after all, for being such a good girl for him. For being his good girl, more specifically. A sadistic smile making its way to his lips when he wonders if his cum will be seen dripping out of you by others, or if that too will be hidden from everyones view but your own. Your own dirty little secret to share with him; how romantic, huh?
âLove you,â he rushes to sputter as soon as he can catch his breath again, idly stroking himself off still while buried deep in your cunt, nuzzling against your neck while you shiver from under him. âLove you so much, âm so happy to be with you, youâre so pretty and perfect andâ ohââ your cunt distracts him, as always. Squeezing and suckling his tip in his idle state, a breathy laugh escaping him at your lewd display of continued want.
âSâokay,â he reassures you, humming sweetly down your ear when you sniffle back at his lack of thought. Poor thing, itâs a shame you sound so nice when you cry. âHavenât forgot about you, promise, justâ lemme pull out, okay? Will look after you, make you feel good too.â
Anything to keep you by his side, really. Itâs only a bonus that break time is soon approaching, and youâre gonna struggle to keep your mouth shut once he has a chance to get his lips on you. Determined to prove his existence through you by way of getting on his knees on the dirty bathroom stall, tongue already poking out in unadulterated excitement to make you feel good. Better than ever before, so that youâve got no choice but to accept that heâs your fated mate.
So that youâre forced to accept him by your side, forever and ever. Even after death, you canât and wonât escape him.
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jhhnggg pity sex with virgin bestfriend kylar...
wdym this hasnt been sitting in my ask since november...hahaha i have no idea what youre saying...
m!kylar x (dumb as a bag of rocks) gn!pc, we're bringing back bestie kylar
"Are you okay, Kylar?" You were sitting with your best friend on his bed, but he looked strangely...blank.
It had been a long week. Someone at school had asked you out on Monday, and you had excitedly told Kylar all about it. But on Tuesday, that person was absent. They came back on Wednesday, but with bandages wrapped around their arm, and they had totally avoided you.
So you had ended up crying into your best friend's arms, hoping he would cheer you up. But something seemed off about him today.
Kylar shrugged, his eyes boring down into the floor. "I dunno."
You sighed and scooted closer to him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. His breath hitched when you did so and his eyes flitted to yours before looking away again. "C'mon, Ky," you pleaded. "You can tell me anything."
He drew in a deep breath before speaking. "I'm just....jealous."
"Jealous?" You cocked your head in confusion, and Kylar finally looked at you again. You couldn't place the emotion in his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I mean..." he looked almost confident for a moment, but it fizzled and he became his normal self. "Um...you just...have experience and I...don't."
Oh. "I had no idea you felt that way, Kylar," you wrapped your arms around him and gave him a hug. Immediately, he leaned into you.
Something came over you in that moment and before you knew it, you were opening your mouth to speak again. "Do you want me to help?"
He drew back and stared at you with wide eyes. "W-what?!"
You shrugged. "I feel bad. I don't want you to feel lonely. I can help you."
Kylar was trembling and his hands were shoved in his lap. Finally, he spoke, it barely coming out as a whisper. "Y-yes..."
You smiled and leaned in to him, but Kylar gripped your shoulders and kissed you fiercely. His lips were wet and the kisses sloppy, but overall it wasn't unpleasant.
"I love you," he mumbled, and you felt something hard press against your leg.
Taking control, you pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his lap. Kylar dug his fingers into your hips and practically whimpered. You shoved your crotch against his and he moaned again.
"P-please..." he whispered. You grinned again and leaned back to tug your shirt off. He stared at you, mouth slightly agape.
"Your turn," you said, pulling at the hem of his hoodie. He quickly tore it off and the shirt underneath, leaving the two of you topless.
Kylar pulled you down against him, kissing you again. It was a bit surprising to you how forward he was. You figured he must've been very pent up.
Removing yourself from him, you instead sat next to him and unzipped his pants. He lifted his hips slightly so you could slide them down, but you got distracted.
Because the bulge in his underwear was absolutely massive.
His face turned red and he averted his eyes. "I h-hope it's okay..." he mumbled.
You didn't answer, just pulled out his thick cock and marveled at it. You were certainly no virgin, but this had to be the biggest dick you had ever seen.
"Oh my god," you murmured, immediately dropping your head and giving the shaft a lick. Kylar moaned and gripped your hair.
"That f-feels good," he squirmed beneath you. You experimentally took a few inches into your mouth - no way could this whole thing fit in there - and bobbed your head on it for a few minutes. But when you thought Kylar was getting close, you felt his hands pushing your shoulders.
"S-stop," he said, breathing heavily. You looked up quickly, hoping you hadn't done anything wrong. He shook his head. "N-no, it felt...good. But I..." he inhaled deeply. "I...want you."
You nodded and pulled away, tugging off your bottoms. Hesitantly, Kylar reached out and touched you. You let out a yelp. His inexperienced touch was far from the best you'd had, but you couldn't deny that it felt good. Sucking off your best friend after finding out he was hiding such a massive dick had made you insanely horny.
Kylar smiled at you, seemingly gaining more confidence. He loomed over you, teasing your hole with his cock and making you whine. "Is this okay?" He asked.
"Yes," you breathed. "Please, Kylar."
He flushed bright red at your words and slowly began to ease into you. You gasped - you had never felt so full in your life.
Kylar, meanwhile, was babbling absolute nonsense. "Feels so good...hah...I love you. I love you so, so much."
"Kylar," you whimpered, and he began to speed up. "Does it feel good? I want to be the best you've ever had. I want to make you mine. I want you to forget everyone else."
He was fucking you properly now, his other hand reaching between your legs to rub at you. You were so blissed out, you barely knew what he was saying. Meanwhile, you couldn't even speak yourself. The only sounds falling from your lips were moans and failed attempts at saying Kylar's name.
Kylar let out a feral whine, licking the side of your next. "Gonna...fill you up," he gasped. "Gonna mark you. Everyone will know." His hips were slamming into you and his hand felt so good. It was too much.
"Fuck, Kylar!" You cried out as your climax hit. He didn't slow down at all.
"So good. So - hah - good," he mumbled as his hips thrust into you one final time. His orgasm was clearly too much for him because he immediately flopped on top of you. "I love you," he said again, pressing his sweaty head into your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you.
"Fuck," you panted, feeling exhausted. Despite Kylar's complete lack of experience...that was pretty good. You pushed his bangs out of his eyes and he gave you a wobbly smile.
His eyes glazed over - it was like he was high off his orgasm. "We should do that again and again and again. And we can get married. And you can live with me. And we can do that forever and ever." Kylar kept rambling with his arms and legs wrapped around you, his cock even still inside you.
You just closed your eyes and let him continue.
#KYLAR SEX!!#degrees of lewdity#dol#kylar the loner#dol kylar#kylar x reader#dol x reader#writing#bestie kylar
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some things mentioned / implied in class of 09 abt the boys I randomly pay attention to
Kylar
- He listens to Joy Division(or use to) & Coldplay, owning the âUnknown Pleasuresâ CD seen when Nicole opens his perc cabinet
- He owns an hamster(he probably doesnât like)
- Has chronic pain in his knee
- Suspected Autism , or just some sort of neurodevelopment disorder
- Implied heâs Bi-Curious or just gay⊠but not in that way yâknow? (reference) He is a self loather & closeted abt it
- Anger issues, like really bad anger issues
- uhhh heâs being actively groomed by his coach uh yea
- owns a PSP he carries around in school
- heâs allergic to Adderall or something, something close to that
- heâs taller than most of the boys, even Hunter
- besides his tough persona, heâs kinda a lonely & sensitive kid
- he likes the office , and mind the mencia
Crispin
- Heâs a guitar player, probably friends with most of the Guitar 1 Kids
- IPhone owner
- (Punk) Rock enjoyer
- Autism. Idk the way he overly explains things & how unexpressive he is, clueless and needs things explained to him full out
- Heâs on probation . Heâs probably done some shit
- an active gamer
- possibly a skateboarder? He didnât deny it
- shorter than the boys but still taller than Jeffery(or maybe? He is hunching always so itâs not 100% sure if heâs taller than Jeffery)
Hunter
- Easily manipulated & gullible
- Catholic, so much he goes more than Sundays
- is actually a pretty caring boyfriend. he actually wanted to try have a relationship with Nicole outside of sexting, and looked out for Ari
- owns a gun and brings it to school?? For whatever reason??
- Probably an anarchist ⊠or just really likes his Anarchy symbol shirt
Jeffery
- interested in art
- loser
- hes ugly
- smells
- only has attention from teachers cause no one fucking likes him(me neither)
Kyle
- Gamer. Mainly into an arcade gamer, so much he owns a card only for the barcade
- uhhh mom killer
Braxton & Trody
- bald
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kuu if kylar was helping you move you would never even have to lift a finger bc he would offer to carry all of your boxes for you even though his arms are like noodles and he would be visibly sweating and bright red but he would insist heâs fine his love doesnât need to worry (he is going to be so sore tomorrow pls give him a back rub)
YAY KUU SCHOOL ARC LETS GO
NOOOOO I'D FEEL SO BAD BC MOVING BOXES ARE SOOO HEAVY!!!
i just. he would get all huffy if you tried to help him in the SLIGHTEST. yes his legs and arms are shaking but he does NOT need help.
kylar would get a spa day after doing all of that omg. i just. i want to spoil him so badly. he'd get the best head of his life AND a massage.
#i always feel so bad when people help me with anything...#like i feel guilty#so if kylar did this for me I'd be sniffling like âNOOO DONT HURT YOURSELF BABY!!!â#ugh#hatkuuasks#kuuskylarposting#but im actually so lonely now... um. moving out is kinda sad...?#i rlly miss my family aha ha....#AAAAAAAAA#gives me more time to work on tumblr stuff i guess? AAAAA
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