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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...
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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 existenceïżœïżœ 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.
#kinktober#kinktober2024#kinktober 2024#kylarđȘ#kylar the loner#kylar the loner smut#dol#degrees of lewdity#dol smut#dol x reader#degrees of lewdity smut#degrees of lewdity x reader#kylar smut#kylar x reader#kylar x reader smut
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costume reveal??
i'm not really wearing a costume... but i'm dressing up a little, since it's not as weird to today. i was thinking it'd be cool to try some vkei makeup too. i still have time before i go and meet with darling, after all.
i already have the pants on, but here's the top i'll wear, anyway.
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i love you i love you i love you, im so so so desperate for you please love me like i love you pleasepleeaseplease
#â.á kylar talks#â.á watching you#âŁïž. đȘ#irl yan#tw yandere#actual yandere#irl yandere#yandere#bpd yandere
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hi brother
lookie.... it's my broseph, I do say hello ky chan. I'm having ice cream....amaze boobs
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My PC Alondra is chubby in my head and I would love for you to be able to see her cute fatness.
If I knew how to draw or make sprites, I would definitely like to help and add chubby PCs to the game.
#kylar the loner#sydney the faithful#whitney the bully#dol fanart#eden the hunter#sydney the fallen#harper the doctor#degrees of lewdity#dol pc#dol#ââđȘ: BloodyDaddy
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Periodically, I remember the bit after Kylar kidnaps PC to their basement where they're being a little weirdo (positive) and shows PC their knife, and if PC reacts negatively... they show it to them AGAIN later and now it has a fucking bow on it!!
I want to know where in the world they got the idea that that would IMPROVE things!!
Because honestly? It did.
The knife IS cute now. One can only have a positive reaction to such a thing. đđȘâš
#degrees of lewdity#kylar the loner#kylar#I feel like that was the thing that pushed my PC into full stockholm for Kylar#if not it was definitely shortly after that#Never change Kylar#thoughts at midnight
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Degrees of Lewdity Character Playlists I invested a disgusting amount of time into
School Quartet [Spotify Links]:
đȘ Kylar
đ» Robin
𧞠Whitney
đ Sydney
PC, Eden, and Ivory Wraith:
đȘ Eden
𧚠PC
đ§ Ivory Wraith
Below are too short for individual playlists, and my library is cluttered enough as is:
đș Alex & The Farm:
[Picture them with their newborn] Alexâs Keepsake (Stardew Valley)
Drink Up, Thereâs More! (The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt ost)
[Alexâs Cottage] Fireflies on the Porch (NITW ost)
Race Me! (Mark Sparling)
Home Theme Remix (QumuâRune Factory Frontiers)
Mr. Fox in the Fields (Alexandre Desplat)
â Wren:
Nu Suave and Matador (The Buttertones)
My Type and Van Horn (Saint Motel)
Casino Royale (Derivakat)
đ Doctor Harper:
Happy Pills (Weathers)
Panic Room (AU/RA)
The Therapist (Foreign Air)
đŠ
Great Hawk:
Harpy Hare & Neath the grove is a Heart (Yaelokre)
In Our Talons (Bowerbirds)
#degrees of lewdity#dol#dol music#spotify playlists#character playlists#music playlist#kylar the loner#whitney the bully#robin the orphan#sydney the faithful#eden the hunter#dol pc#wren the smuggler#ivory wraith#alex the farmhand#more to be added
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Knife girlsđȘ (kylar x noah yuriđđ)
#i love drawing fem kylarrrr#fem noah too<33#inhaling my daily yuri#happy pride btw lmao#kylar the loner#dol kylar#noah the devoted#dol pc#degrees of lewdity pc#dolgl
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printed my little bunny kylar đ°đȘ
#sabamiso arts#artists on tumblr#illustration#dol#dol kylar#degrees of lewdity kylar#degrees of lewdity#fem kylar#kylar the loner
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Just Hanging Out â M!Robin, M!Kylar, M!Whitney, M!Sydney
â ⧠warnings: Piss kink, pissing, Cockwarming, Fingering, Creampie â ⧠word count: 1,117 â ⧠genre: smut (18+)
â ⧠A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.
Late at night, when most of the orphanage has went to bed and all the lights are out lest Bailey shows up to shout expletives; a bright screen illuminates your face. Robin's, too, though less so with the way he's got you situated on his lap, the low drone from the video game filling the room does very little to hide his huffed breaths heaved from behind you. Brushing up against your neck, your back to his chest; it's rather warm, isn't it? Both of his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, controller in his twitching hands resting between your legs. You're so soft, did you know that? Completely exposed and trembling against him, letting out little gasps for air and bitten back moans. Gotta stay quiet, he'd reminded you. The late night gaming session paired with his head buried in the crook of your neck, half closed eyes just barely focusing on the blurry screen in a half hearted attempt to pass the next level, cock buried deep in your squishy cunt for you to squirm on. It's his favourite way to game, he decides, forcing you to endure cockwarming him as some sort of private game only he can play with you. Even if you can't be as loud as he'd like to make you, feeling you struggle to sit still enough for him to win the game is addictive, drooling over your sensitive neck in mutual frustration. The casual setting just getting to him when he's balls deep in you, struggling himself. Who will win, do you think?
Though he'd never encourage it, seeing your pretty face show up in the library as you skip classes to be with him is secretly Sydney's favourite sight. Reading time, right? That, similarly, is his favourite time of day. Pulling out a new book, getting you situated on a seat in a hidden corner of the library with him by your side, pressed shoulder to shoulder so that you can see the words too. It's fun getting to read with you, not just because he enjoys experiencing new things with you, a shared interest in literature is a good way to spend some time together, he thinks. But also, more selfishly, because the cute way you shift in your seat as he pushes another finger into your little cunt is by far the best part of it all, no? Slowly, almost lazily, fucking his fingers into you. One by one, never missing a beat in the story as he finger fucks in and out of you idly, cock straining in his dress pants from the blatantly loud squelch your cunt makes in the relatively quiet library. Curling his fingers against your sweet spot when he's knuckle deep, only taking a break from the story to gently remind you to hush, you're in the library, when you start to moan a little too loud for his liking. He can't help but to tease you!
Kylar can't seem to focus on anything useful when you ask him how his day was, finding it difficult to keep his lewd expressions contained when you're bouncing on his cock so well like that. His tummy filled with butterflies at the way you seem to act so... Casual, as if you weren't riding him into the sheets below right now, his nervous fingers digging into your hips with a thick gulp. He can never answer you appropriately when you take to engaging in small talk while fucking him, his voice coming out all strained and broken. F-fine, he usually responds with; regardless of if that's true or not. It's just, well... Fuck, he feels so fucking stupid when you circle your hips on his lap like that, eyelashes fluttering shut as you continue to talk absentmindedly. Like you couldn't care less for his answer, God that's so hot. What did you do today, Kylar? as you drag your hips forward, grinding your pretty puffy clit against his pelvis, still yet looking unbothered by the way his cock throbs inside of you. I, uh... I don't know, nothing? he answers with a moan, back arching off the sheets when you drag your hips back down his pulsing cock. Did you at least eat well today? you ask nonchalantly, and his mind is so fucking blank from the inane conversation and bland tone you adopt that he hasn't even got the chance to warn you of his approaching orgasm before he shoots a load inside of you, cheeks red hot at the realisation that he's came to mere chitchat. That's how much he loves you, gasping a quick no to answer your previous unimportant question as you effortlessly milk him with a bored expression.
He knew you'd be in here like clockwork, waiting for him to show up like how he always does every morning before classes start. The mundanity of it all is exciting to Whitney, swinging the bathroom stall open to find you standing where you should be, toying with the hem of your shirt in assumed giddiness for the daily ritual. So normal is the routine, in fact, that he no longer has to prompt you into pulling your skirt up for him, the sight of your no panties aiding his fat cock to harden as he whips it out above the toilet. There's no need to use it though, is there? Stroking himself once or twice to make sure he's fully hard, enough to easily glide his twitching tip into your tight little hole just in time, too. You should be thankful he refuses to use the bathroom at home, dealing with the uncomfortable pressure in his tummy all the way to school just for you. A quite hiss escaping him at the warm feeling that immediately wraps around him, little cunt instantly coaxing piss to stream out from his erection as if begging to be used. His own personal toilet, wrapping an arm around your back to keep you pressed snug against him, unable to stop the barely there humps inside of you as he pisses, emptying himself into his favourite hole. Huffing right against your ear as he bends his upper body into you, marking your insides with his piss, just keeping the freaks away from my slut, he reminds you. And it's a long piss too, some of it dripping from your filled up hole to coat his cock, dribbling down to the actual toilet under you as he finishes with a shaky sigh. And that's all he ever does, pulling out to gently dab himself clean now that's he's done pissing. See ya in an hour or somethin' he taps your cheek twice before leaving.
#dol smut#degrees of lewdity smut#dol whitney smut#degrees of lewdity whitney smut#whitney the bully#whitney the bully smut#dol kylar smut#degrees of lewdity kylar smut#kylar the loner#kylar the loner smut#sydney the faithful#sydney the faithful smut#dol sydney smut#degrees of lewdity sydney smut#robin the orphan#robin the orphan smut#dol robin smut#degrees of lewdity robin smut#robinđŠ#kylarđȘ#whitneyđŹ#sydneyâïž
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about me
this blog is to talk about my life and reblog cool posts. i don't really have anything better to do.
i'm kind of a yandere. i'll probably vent about my darling here! any romantic posts i reblog will be thinking about them..! i was nothing before them and am nothing without them and i need to express my devotion to them when i can!! ... but don't ask for any identifying information on them or i'll block you. or worse. đȘ
send asks if you want i guess..?
my main tags (tagged in this post):
#kylar.txt - all of my posts
#yandere advice - self-explanatory.
#suggestive - also self-explanatory. #dick.asks are about my dick specifically.
#recs - has any recommendations i've given or recieved for music, manga, anime. (specific tags: #manga rec, #anime rec, #music rec)
#about my darling đ - any posts that talk a lot about my darling (most posts mention them somewhat)
#about myself đȘ - posts where i talk about myself more
#++jealousy - any posts that have rants, bursts of anger, etc... they help showcase my protectiveness over my beloved đ
#sydney , #whitney , etc. - posts about those people. #townspeople has all of them.
#ask - any posts that don't fit into major categories well.
(more info under the cut)
// this is an rp blog run by @1am-yan (aka @endo03). MDNI please!
// <- any of my ooc / out-of-character comments will be marked with this.
//this blog is just for male kylar (with a dick)
//feel free to rp in any style! i'll keep his posts normal, but traditional roleplay or giving scenarios to react to are always fun! i'll leave that to your discretion.
//please don't rp with this blog as the main character that kylar's in love with, unless you keep it vague. if you want to rp with a oc and kylar, please dm or send an ask about it! i can send asks as him on oc blogs, do private rps, etc...
//this blog isn't meant to make fun of yanderes or anything! just to make fun of kylar... (/hj) it might end up getting ooc but i don't care
//i'll add any other hard limits here as I come across them, but that's all for now! please send asks!!
(last edited 21 jan. 2024)
#kylar the loner#degrees of lewdity#dol#kylar.txt#yandere advice#recs#about my darling đ#about myself đȘ#suggestive#dick.asks#++jealousy#townspeople#sydney#whitney#ask#manga rec#anime rec#music rec#darling's friend#<3#đ·#resident beastman enjoyer#kylar irl
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feel like a dog when he comes back, wagging my tail and jumping up and down in hopes to get his attention on me
#â.á kylar talks#â.á watching you#âŁïž. đȘ#bpd yandere#irl yan#irl yandere#tw yandere#yandere#actual yandere
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opening kylar themed doodle requests,, feel free to send prompts over!! all of f4 is included and any pc as long as they relate to kylar as well đȘ i donât expect a lot but i want to busy myself đȘđȘ (that being said i will embarrassingly delete if this flops)
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đđ©·đž DoL pc + fem kylar interpretation đđȘđ
Chanelle đđ©·đž
SchoolâŹïž CasualâŹïž
facts!
Was abandoned when she was 2
She doesn't remember much of her bio family
Shes atheist
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KylarđđȘđ
not much for herđ
I made these last night and I was tired đŽ
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i made a kylar playlist on spotify! you should check it out! you can at least look at the songs i added, even if you don't actually listen to the playlist and/or don't have spotify :>
some songs on it remind me specifically of m! or f! kylar. (like, chill's vocals for kaneto-juusei, especially in rusubandenwa, are my m! kylar voiceclaim... a lot of the other songs are similar where they're kind of how i picture the kylars talking/sounding.)
other songs on it are kylar in general to me (not m! or f! specifically), including songs that i think kylar would listen to or that i can picture them animated to. ((PONPONPON is the only song i know of that kylar likes for sure. others are just guesses.))
please give me recommendations for any other songs to add to the playlist!! either send an ask/reply or pester @xxkylarthelonerxx about it! i'm going to keep updating it still, but i like it enough as-is now to share it here :]
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System culture is not being able to sleep for three days and everyone in front hates eachother at this point can we PLEASE SLEEP I SWEAR TO GODS-
-Kylarđ», JeffđȘ, Leopoldđ, & TakodađŠ
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#endos dni#osdd#pdid#did#did system#pdid system#osddid#actually did#traumagenic#actually dissociative#plural culture is#syspunk
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