#kuusci

[hatkuu]

To kylar

I want to rip your throat out with my teeth <3

"Y-You want to... do what?"

Kylar smiles and blushes, hiding behind their bangs. They suddenly lunge forward, pressing their chest against your own as they tilt their head back, baring their neck to you.

"Y-You can bite me all you w-want, my love!"

You can feel Kylar's body shaking with excitement, twitching underneath your fingers as you gently trace the sensitive flesh of their neck with your tongue. Before you can bite down, Kylar pulls back abruptly, meeting your gaze with a surprisingly heated expression.

"Promise! Promise that I'm the only one you'll do this to!"

It seems like they won't take no for an answer.

[hatkuu]

character interaction w kylar:

“How do you feel about a threesome?”

The air between the two of you turns deathly cold.

"Am I not good enough for you?"

Kylar asks—all venom, lacking their usual sweetness—the question laden with hidden meanings depending on how you answer.

"Is that it? Why would you want someone else between us, my love?"

It doesn't matter how you respond; asking this question, even gracing the idea of sharing your body with someone other than themselves is not taken well. You think you feel your heart leap out of your chest as Kylar sits upward, staring down at you with a gaze that feels downright hate-filled. They move to grab something from their hoodie pocket, still staring all the while, but something stops them.

"Oh,"

They breathe an obnoxiously audible sigh of relief, slapping a hand on their forehead as they giggle at their own stupidity.

"How do I feel about a threesome?"

Kylar leans uncomfortably close, petting your hair affectionately and completely blind-siding their previous venomous feelings. The sickly sweetness of their tone would normally make your heart flutter, but given the circumstances, you can only feel the hairs on the back of your neck raise in a primal, precognitional fear.

"I'd never want that, my love! Only you can satisfy me! I don't need anyone else and I'd never want to touch anyone else but you, so you don't have to worry, okay?"

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Time for silly. For Kyar. "I wish that you were more like Sydney and doodled on me instead of the library books.”

"I-I can draw on you!"

The rain pattering on the library windows is lost underneath the sound of Kylar slamming his borrowed book shut. The grip on the ballpoint pen in his hand is white-knuckled, on the verge of shattering the frail plastic and bursting black ink all over the hardwood table.

"You... You don't need anyone else. My art is so much better than theirs. You know that."

The dig of his pen against your arm is harsh, harsh enough to embed the ink into each divit of every hair follicle. He doodles lovehearts with arrows and weirdly... eyes into your skin. Any looks of confusion you give him are returned with an even harsher, tight-lipped glare. Not at you. At the blonde from across the library.

"I'm better. Y-You don't have to worry about stupid books anymore."

[hatkuu]

(kylar with FWB PC who's willing to fool around with like Handjobs, blowjobs, thighjobs etc. but doesn't wanna have actual sex)

"Kylar wait, I'm saving myself for Robin!"

Kylar freezes. His hands stop tugging at the elastic of your underwear and fall flat against your stomach. Normally his fingers would stroke and caress your soft skin but they're stuck in place, holding firm even as you wiggle.

His eyes are wide, his pupils contracting into teeny-tiny pinpricks.

"You... what?"

He smiles, but it's not how he usually smiles at you.

"D-Don't— Don't joke like that. It's not funny."

His hands travel back to your underwear, tugging them about half-way down before he leans close against your ear, panting like a dog.

"You... You were joking, right, my love?

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(i love the idea of Kylar not buying that PCs' bird tf is real but because their Kylar they indulge what they think is some delusion)

"Ow, quit being so rough with my wings!"

Kylar flinches, the backs of their hands smacking against their chest as they tug them away from your wings in a violent display. Their gaze flicks down to the mess of feathers on the floor, gnawing on their bottom lip.

"It's either this or c-cutting them off, my love..."

Kylar's eyes are so full of love that you'd think they were soothing you over a couple's quarrel, not something like this.

"I-I know it hurts— j-just please sit still."