#loner writes

[lovinglonerhybrid]

Started a new fic. I hope you like it.

Please read the author’s note before you read this one’s going to get a bit dark.

[fraternum-momentum]

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓:

♡ Aimée likes to present herself as an 'it' girl at school. She is a known exhibitionist in town, and is rumored that she gets around.

♡ Kleptomaniac. Pickpockets people during work hours and even during encounters. It gives her a little extra cash but she does have multiple jobs. Prefers stealing things rather than actually paying for them. Has been caught before but usually with a little bit of 'persuasion', she's able to get away scot-free.

♡ A sweet talker. (turns out paying attention in English class does have its benefits) She oftentimes tries to get out of a situation by finessing people. Her mouth is probably her best asset, in more ways than one :)

♡ While Aimée doesn't outwardly harass others, she enjoys teasing and messing with them. Silver-tongued, playful and witty, she finds that she enjoys pushing peoples' buttons, and seeing how they react after a measly few words is always a fun time. And if they fall for her somehow, then that's a major plus, breaking hearts is her favorite past time ♡

♡ In private, she is actually meeker than how she shows herself to be. However, she finds comfort in this persona she's created. Everyone knows that you're easy prey if you act shy and show any vulnerability, so she's learned the hard way to always take the first bite.

♡ By being promiscuous herself, it gives her a sense of autonomy in a way. In her mind, if she objectifies herself first, then she's taking away that decision people have over her body.

♡ Her arousal is kept high at all times so she can avoid overthinking, its a way to cope from everything. Sex is a great distraction. It makes her feel good, and all she needs to do is just focus on the what was happening during the moment, and on giving the person she's with pleasure that she's very happy to provide.

♡ Can't find herself to commit to anyone due to her fear of opening herself up to others. Sex is easy. To her, it's simple. And it's something she knows she's good at. Meanwhile, feelings and emotions are messy. It complicates a lot of things. But she can't help but get attached to some people. Whenever she realizes that she's getting too close, she distances herself and quickly moves on to a new person, minimizing the chances of any feelings developing further.

♡ This is where her reputation as a heartbreaker comes from. It's not actually something she actively likes doing, but it's a way for her to get even for what they had done to her.

♡ But no matter how many times she tries to convince herself, deep down, she knows this isn't how she wants to be. She does want to make genuine connection with someone. And despite being surrounded by (mostly unwanted) attention, there's still this lingering sense of loneliness that, no matter what she does, she can't seem to get rid of.

[neetily]

You're handed a flyer in the school hallway on the way to class. You flip it over to take a good look at the contents.

In big and bold letters, it reads: ALL ARE WELCOME TO THE OXFORD STREET SCHOOL HOST CLUB!!! TOYS AND FUN FOR FREE!!!

"We even got PC Piper to join the club! It's a special event day!" Robin smiles at you, hoping to entice you into visiting.

(1) Visit the Host Club | ++ Lust (2) Pocket the flyer (3) Trash the flyer | + Defiance

click below for an alternative version + the reference image!

here's a version that they all drew on! i UNDERSTAND that whitney would likely draw a dick and devil horns and a moustache over everyone if he was handed a pen, so my PC drew a flower for him instead </3..... and below is the ref image <3

[softmangoes]

how the LIs come

18+

pure!sydney buries his face into your chest, lapping at your nipple with a warm tongue. "you're beautiful," he breathes, eyes filled with adoration as he watches you roll your hips. you take him so well and yet, he is taken by you. when you place your hand around his throat, his eyes widen. "beloved," sydney gasps, clutching you as he fills you with the warmth of his worship.

"wonderful." corrupt!sydney's breath is warm against your ear as he rocks his hips into you. one of his hands is busy stroking you, coaxing breathy moans as you fuck yourself against him. your hand braces against the shelf. there are students milling around in the distance. "i can feel you clenching around me," he whispers, pushing himself in deeper. there's a note of fanaticism to his voice, an obsessiveness in his embrace that threatens to drive you over the edge. it takes all of your strength not to keen. thankfully, his fingers, so soft and smooth, slip into your mouth. "but we wouldn't want the others to know that, do we?"

"so fucking whiney," whitney curses, taking your hair in his fist as he fucks you against the desk. "you've been waiting for this, haven't you?" he sinks his teeth into your skin, rakes his nails across your hips as he comes. whitney is selfish, but his marks burn in a way you can't resist. he doesn't wait for you to adjust yourself and pulls up his trousers. you hear him fasten his belt. "better clean yourself up before the break's over."

kylar whines. he can't help it. all week, he's been saving himself for you, palming his groin whenever it got too unbearable, all because he wanted to fill you up once you were back in his arms. "you look so beautiful like this," he gasps against your neck, rutting into you with jerky, desperate thrusts. "you'll, hah, take everything that i can give you, right?"

there's a grumble that builds within eden's throat - part growl, part rolling of thunder as his hips meet yours. "you're mine," he says gruffly, his tongue licking a hot stripe along your neck. the hunter has you pinned. his massive body cages you in while he thrusts, cock twitching inside of you as he smashes his mouth against yours to swallow your moans. when he pulls away, he licks his teeth, admiring your sweat-slicked skin as his release leaks out of you. what a sight he is, your hunter. what a feast you are, his prey. "don't you ever forget that."

"we have to be quiet," robin muffles his moans by pressing his mouth against yours. he's got you in his lap, arms wrapped around your body as he thrusts. just a few minutes ago, he had been playing video games. now, his hands are occupied, sculpting your sides. your back. when you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull, he lets out a needy whine that you silence by taking his lips between your teeth.

ivory wraith hums, a sonorous thrum that vibrates the very marrow of your bones. when his pleasure crests, it is the surge of the current. the coiling of a great and powerful tide that washes over you, drowning you as he swells. "droplet," he sighs, pressing a cold kiss to your temple. the specter's embrace is gentle yet possessive, his caress carrying the promise of adoring you during this lifetime and a thousand more. "may we never part again."

[moonshadow-thoughts]

Do you ever feel like you were not meant to be here on this planet? That you don't belong here? That you should be at another place?

[propertyofkylar]

kinktober day 17: double penetration (m!sydney x f!pc x m!kylar)

word count: 1173

tags/warnings: double penetration (vaginal), unprotected sex, corrupt sydney, lowkey ooc for both syd and ky because neither of them would willingly get into this situation but it's my kinktober and i get to make the rules

“You can’t back out now. This is what you wanted, remember?”

Sydney’s teasing voice taunted you as you laid bare before him and Kylar. Things had started out so lighthearted. You were only teasing, or so you had thought. But one thing had led to another and now you were entirely naked, laying on the bed - and so were the two of them. 

“I-I want her pussy,” Kylar muttered, looking shy but his voice having a determination in it. Truthfully, you could barely hear what he said. You were focusing on his hard cock just inches away from your face, with Sydney’s hovering nearby as well.

Sydney sighed and brushed his dark hair away from his face. With the hair dye, if you didn’t know any better, the two of them could be brothers. “That’s not fair,” he chided Kylar, who flushed slightly. Even now, he still treated Kylar like this. “Why should you get it all to yourself?”

Kylar’s face darkened, and he crossed his arms across his chest. “B-because,” he said, but it was clear he had no real argument.

Finding your voice finally, you managed to speak up. “You guys know I’m right here, right? You shouldn’t talk about me like I’m a piece of meat…”

Both of their faces softened slightly at that. “Sorry,” they said in unison. But then, Sydney cleared his throat.

“But I’m still right. It’s unfair to let Kylar hog your cunt.”

It was still embarrassing to be talked about like that, but you had to go along with it. “You could take turns?” You offered.

Sydney shook his head. “No, Kylar wouldn’t let me have a turn,” he suddenly snapped his fingers, as if a great idea had come over him. Which sent a shiver down your spine. “I know! We’ll share.”

He had a devious look on his face, and you felt yourself blanch. “S-share?”

Sydney nodded, stepping closer. Not one to be one-upped, Kylar stepped closer too. “You can take us both, can’t you?”

You weren’t confident, honestly, but knew there was no use arguing with them. Kylar suddenly pulled you up to him, holding you close and pressing your chest against his. He whined as he dragged his cock through your folds.

But before he could do anything further, Sydney stepped behind you, his cock hot against your bare ass. “There’s nowhere to hide, beloved.”

Kylar was already helplessly rutting against you, bumping your clit as he did so. “So wet,” he mumbled. “I-I can’t wait.”

With that, Kylar pushed his fat cock into your hole, and you gasped at the sensation. Just when your walls were adjusting to his presence, you felt another poke at your entrance. Sydney’s long, slender cock was attempting to slide in. 

“Fuck,” was all you could manage, and after a few moments of trying, you felt him inside you, too. You felt fuller than you ever had before with their two cocks inside, sandwiched between them.

“Oh, god,” you moaned as they both began to move, stretching you out more than you ever imagined possible. You felt a little lightheaded, overwhelmed by the body heat surrounding you. 

“Feels s’good inside you,” Kylar whispered, as if it were a secret only the two of you were sharing. He dragged his tongue all over your breasts, sucking on your nipples occasionally. “I love you. I love you so, so much.”

“Do you like this?” Sydney murmured directly in your ear, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. “Being filled up like this? I never knew this could - hah - be so fun.”

Sydney’s hands were on your shoulders, his breath hot against your skin, while Kylar’s badly bitten nails scratched your waist. Both boys were thrusting into you, moaning, your cumulative sweat making every plap plap plap as hot and wet-sounding as imaginable.

You couldn’t deny how incredible it felt to be fucked by two cocks at once. Every slight movement hit the perfect spot inside of you, and even just the feeling of their bodies squishing against yours was enough to make your head spin.

You opened your mouth to try to explain this to Sydney and Kylar, but you were already so supremely fucked out that all that came out was a strangled “mmph.”

“Don’t try and speak,” Sydney shushed you, and your head lolled back onto his shoulder. “Just enjoy it, love.”

“Mhm,” you choked out. With Kylar licking and sucking your tits, and now Sydney doing the same to your neck, you felt embarrassingly close. “Ah - ah - gonna cum -”

“Already?” Sydney let out a breathy chuckle, though he sounded fairly far gone himself. Meanwhile, Kylar was mumbling what sounded like “pleasepleasepleaseplease” over and over again.  

A guttural cry burst from your mouth as you came on their cocks, unable to form words anymore. Kylar and Sydney were jackhammering into you to the point you felt like you might pass out.

“Feels so good having you clench around our cocks,” Sydney said softly. Kylar nodded furiously in agreement, damp hair sticking to his forehead. 

Squeaking out breathy moans, you began to grow overstimulated. It was almost too much to handle. That triggered your second orgasm, and you were thankful for being sandwiched between the two. Otherwise, you would have entirely collapsed, their bodies the only thing holding you up at this point.

“Gonna cum inside you,” Kylar muttered. “Gonna fill you up so much so everyone will know you’re mine–” his babbling got cut off by a sharp gasp, and he moaned your name and buried his face between your tits as his cum spilled inside of you.

“Fuck,” Sydney moaned through gritted teeth. “Not gonna last much longer - I -”

Whatever he was going to say was lost as his own climax hit, filling you up with even more seed. Sydney’s body was hot and sweaty against your back, and you could feel his heart beating erratically and his body trembling as he came down from his orgasm.

After a few beats, the two men gently pulled out of you one-by-one. First, you felt a gush of cum leak out of your fucked-out cunt. Then, your knees began to wobble, and they each caught your arm before you collapsed fully, gently setting you down on the bed, cum still trickling out of you. You needed several moments to catch your breath before you could even think of saying anything to them. 

“That was,” you tried, but nothing else came out, so you simply flopped back onto the bed. Kylar gave you a soft smile and laid next to you, tracing idle patterns into your skin with his finger.

“I love you,” Kylar whispered, before his eyes narrowed. “...but I was better, right?”

Sydney scoffed and sat down on your other side. “Seriously?” 

Kylar shrugged, but you gave him a sharp look before he could say anything more. Sydney took your hand and pressed it to his lips. And the three of you sat in comfortable silence for some time after that.

[laseracronym]

Bakugou/Loner!Reader

(Thinking about Bakugou having a crush on a loner from the Gen Ed course.)

You definitely think he's trying to pick a fight when he first approaches.

What could one of the top students in the Hero Course want with a Gen Ed loser like you? Not even the kids in your own class really hang around you, and that's by design.

He's not clear with his intentions and is awkward in his own aggressive way. You take it for genuine animosity and respond in kind. You're feisty when you want to be.

You start having little snarling matches with him when you bump into each other in the hallways, which is becoming more and more frequent as of late. This guy really has it out for you.

Your classmates wonder if you have a death wish, challenging a guy who can blow you up and is currently receiving combat training. Bakugou's classmates wonder what that poor Gen Ed kid did to piss him off so much, though some (especially Kirishima and Midoriya) suspect something else is going on.

You're starting to become known around the school because of these exchanges. You don't like it, you liked it when no one looked at you and you had your peace. You start to ignore him, hoping he'll get the hint and leave you alone if you stop reacting to him.

He doesn't like that at all.

At first he's confused, completely thrown off by the change in energy from you. But if you think he's just going to let you ignore him... Him? Oh hell no.

"Hey," he barks, when you try to pass him without a word yet again. He catches your wrist in a calloused hand, grip firm yet not as rough as you thought he would be. The contact sends a rush through your nervous system, and you're so caught off guard that you don't even think to shake him off. He tugs you a little closer, his voice gruff yet soft, red-eyed gaze intense yet earnest, "don't ignore me. Look at me."

"What do you want from me!?" you finally burst out, after all this time, all these encounters, you still have no idea what the hell he wants from you.

"You, you stupid asshole!" he barks back, exasperated and face aflame with irritation, embarrassment, and longing. He clenches his jaw, nostrils flaring like an angry bull, before he huffs out what is supposed to be a calming breath. His next words are no less frustrated, but at least they don't echo off the walls. "I want you, I want to be with you and shit, why can't you take the hint!?"

You flounder, your jaw working but no words come out for a second, before you're spluttering, "don't call me stupid! How was I supposed to know that's what you wanted!?"

The argument devolves from there, but he's still got a hold of you and you have yet to turn him down, there's a change in the tension, the fire, now. It seems like you two might finally be on the same page.

(Currently taking requests for drabbles and headcanons!)

[xlovingcupcakex]

M!Kylar x F!Reader - Puppy Love (SMUT)

Basically you go to a party looking for a hookup and Kylar catches your attention. Being the first person who doesn't treat him like shit, he instantly falls in love and agrees, especially with your earlier flirting.

2.350 words.

“Isn't he kind of cute...?” you mused to yourself, eyeing up your prey. Around your height, dark hair, green eyes. Nervous. He looks at the floor and holds his cup, shoulders tense, back leaning against the wall. You moved towards him with a glint in your eye. Everyone seemed to avoid him. You weren’t really sure why, but you won’t complain. It just meant less competition for you.  

With confident steps, you neared the young man. He still didn’t notice you. But that’s fine. You would get him soon enough and all his attention would be on you. Soon, you were only a few steps away from him. You leaned against the wall next to him, before putting your head on his shoulder and giving him the cutest, innocent smile, you could muster. He seemed like the type to enjoy it.  

A shy blush rose to his cheeks as he gripped the cup tighter, the plastic in his hand denting slightly from how hard he was gripping it. He made no attempts to move away, which you took as a quiet yes. Pretty, vibrant green eyes stared back into yours. He gulped as you took in his expression, his adam’s apple moving. Your gaze followed subtly lower, noticing his exposed collarbone, before flicking back up again. His face reddened as you leaned closer to him, your warm breath brushing against his neck.  

“How about we leave this party... And get to know each other better, hmm? Would you like that?” keeping up the innocent facade, your hand trailed up his arm, before locking your arms together. As soon as he gave the smallest of nods at you, you started to lead him away from the bustling gathering, opting to move away from the bar at the beach and going to the park instead.  

Sitting down on the fountain, you immediately closed the distance between the two of you, your thigh touching his. A squeak escaped him as you kissed him. His lips were slightly chapped, but soft and pleasant anyways.  

His palms gripped at his jeans, clutching the material tightly as he was breathing loudly, unsure of what to do. You continued to kiss him, leading him slowly as you put your hand on his cheek and tilted his head, deepening the kiss. Your other hand traveled to one of his hands, hoping to calm him down as you trailed soft patterns consisting of stars and hearts on his hand.  

You could hear his heartbeat. His breathing got heavier. 

Opening your eyes, you saw a gaze so intense that it made you feel hot in your lower stomach. Was he observing you all this time? It made you a little self-conscious. You pulled back from the kiss, both of your cheeks flushed a pale shade as he continued to stare at you, anxious as ever. Smiling at him, you gave him another kiss, this time on his hot cheek, before whispering. “Is this what love at first sight feels like? I think I like it. It would be nice to know the name of my love, though.” 

Pulling back again, you have him an innocent expression yet again. He was wrapped all around your finger, now. You could tell by his gaze. Lovestruck, shy, but most importantly, so, so eager. Poor boy couldn’t hold in his excitement so much that he pulled you into another kiss, this time sloppy and wet. All hesitation seemed to escape his reasoning as he tried to recreate what you did earlier, trying his best to deepen the kiss. His hands, compared to how they were before, impatiently twitched as he placed them on your hips and brought you closer. Towering over you as you were forced to lean back because of the close proximity  

Like a switch, he turned into a whimpering, pathetic mess as you refused to grant him access as he probed at your lips with his tongue. “Noona... P-please, m-more...” 

With a shaking breath, he was basically begging you while you smiled at him teasingly. “I don’t know, Puppy... Maybe if you tell me your name? I’ll give you mine as well, hmm?” 

It was all it took for him to tell you about his name with a stutter, before latching onto your neck and placing wet kisses all over it. His eagerness was really endearing. It almost made you reconsider sleeping with him. Such a cute and innocent dude, so flustered and eager for you. “Good boy...” you moaned out, before roughly tugging at the back of his head, exposing his neck as was forced to pull away. A whiny moan left him as he looked at you, eyes full of desperation. It soon changed to surprise as you pulled him in towards you, lips meeting, giving him what he begged for earlier.  

The moan he let out was shameless as he wrapped his arm around your waist, letting you take back full control of the situation once more. Kylar wanted nothing more than to make you happy in this moment. “I... I want to be with you... P-Please, Noona!” a rush of excitement filled him as he took in your appearance, completely mesmerized as he admired your beauty. You didn’t even notice when he took his hands into yours, tumbling and playing with them in a similar way you did earlier. 

He didn’t need to say more as you dragged him back to your house after he begged you so nicely. As soon as you stepped inside your room Kylar didn’t hesitate to drag you to the bed, him falling first and you following shortly after, falling on top of him and straddling his hips. The sheer size of his manhood surprised you at how big it was, even under your body and under the layer of his clothes. 

“Noona...” his hips buckled upwards, meeting yours and dry humping you, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he tries to encourage you to move with him as well, desperate for your touch.  

Seeing him under you was almost magical. Big, bright blush, reaching past his ears and his neck. His shirt rose up slightly upwards from all the moving and dry humping, exposing his stomach. Eyes soaking up your every curve on your body, slightly teary from how sensitive he was being, his expression erotic. 

It made you want to tease him more, but you were already pretty eager to get it going. You made sure to give him a nice view as you look off your shirt, exposing your lace bra. You bended your body forward, almost pushing up your breasts up his face, before you got rid of the bra as well, throwing it somewhere on the ground.  

Kylar’s hands twitched as he licked his lips, eyeing up your body hungrily. He could feel his self-preservation slip the more he looked at you and your body, his heart beating so fast he was sure you could hear it. Your expression was cute as well. He loved seeing the way you got all worked up for him. He hoped only he saw that naughty part of you.  

“Come on, Kylar~” you gave a teasing roll of your hips. “Let’s get you naked as well, huh?” 

You didn’t need to tell him twice as you got off of him, giving him the chance to take off his shirt and the rest of his clothes as well. Giving him a show, you made sure to arch your back as you took off your pants and panties at once, exposing your sex. Although you couldn’t see his expression, you did hear a gasp and a belt unbuckling, before being dragged back into the bed and being thrown on your back.  

Kylar didn’t waste any time as he eagerly positioned himself between your legs, running the tip up and down between your folds. He moaned at the way his tip glistened with your arousal. One of his arms was above your head, pinning you. Poor Kylar was begging for you to let him enter you, a soft whine escaping him as he continued to move his cock up and down impatiently.  

You couldn’t help but giggle a little at his eagerness. This time you were the one leaning on your elbows as you looked down, curious on what his cock looked like. It was easily described as large, with a pretty, swollen tip. He was already leaking lots of precum.  

The thought of having something so big inside you made you shudder. You couldn’t help but notice how it’s his first time, and suddenly, you felt much more self-conscious than before. You were confident, but you didn’t really want to disappoint him. Everything felt so intimate, now. It wouldn’t hurt to make it a bit more special for him, right...? 

“Come here, Puppy.” 

You reached out your arm and wrapped it around his neck, before bringing him closer and kissing him, using as much passion as you could. You opened your mouth and gently probed at him with your tongue, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. He followed your lead eagerly, leaning into you some more, almost laying on top of you.  

Your chests were touching, and Kylar couldn’t help but let go of his cock to grab one of your tits instead, giving it a curious squeeze as he panted into the kiss, enjoying the close proximity and the feel of your body. You muttered a soft “Good job.” under your breath at how he tried his best to please you. As a reward you flipped him on his back and positioned his cock at your entrance, but not before spitting on your hand and giving his cock some extra lubrication.  

Watching his reaction, you lowered yourself gently on his length. His eyes widened in surprise as your velvety walls enveloped and welcomed his cock. A loud whine followed by a high-pitched wheeze as he grabbed at the sheets, his hips moving upwards automatically, trying to reach as deep as possible. When you gave your hips an experimental roll, he swore he could see heaven. A moan of your own leaves you at the feeling, it’s been a while since you’ve had a cock this good.  

“Oh, Puppy...” you said in a scolding tone as his chest heaved up and down, struggling to catch his breath. You think you saw him almost biting his tongue, trying his best to hold in the noises as he already spilled inside you from the stimulation. As much as you wanted to find it annoying, it was... Endearing in a way.  

“Look at the mess you made, so eager...” you moved your hips, with Kylar still being sensitive in his post-orgasmic bliss, not minding the cum that leaked out of your hole and dripped down onto your sheets. It’s obvious cumming once won’t do it for him and you were more than happy to accommodate that.  

His expression looked almost like he was in pain from the over-stimulation. His hand moved from the sheets and to your thighs, to your stomach and your waist, anywhere he could reach in the state he was in. He was basically shaking, drool leaking as he looked at you through teary eyes, his voice trembling as he apologized to you, “S-Sorry, I-I'll be good, I p-promise...” 

You took the initiative and brought his hand to your cheek as you rode him and moaned his name, leaning into his touch. Poor baby was in heaven, drinking up the sight of you riding him, his cum oozing out of your cunt. It’s okay, he calmed himself, gulping down the air. He’ll just make sure to fill you up some more. Everything for his love.  

You muttered another “Good Boy...” against his ear, putting your back into riding him to another orgasm, this time eager to reach your own as well. Kylar wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing you as close as possible, his own hips moving, chasing his sweet release. He choked on air when you started to kiss and bite down on his neck, moaning more praises all the while, encouraging him to move as well and to touch you.  

He knew you didn’t cum yet, which prevented him from cumming to early again.  

He guessed you were close by the way you were clenching down, milking and squeezing him each time your hips moved, and the way your breathing was uneven, hitching each time he hit your cervix. His own pace was relentless, not giving you any time to stop even when you were gasping for air. He continued to rut into you even after you came, refusing to leave you unsatisfied and empty.  

“Noona... N-gah! Noona... I l-love you!”  

His hips stuttered as he reached his second peak, a content sight and grunt leaving him as he spilled inside of you, coating your walls once more. You were all spent, not bothering to remove yourself from him, instead still straddling his hips, his cock deep inside you as you tried to catch your breath, your sweat glistening in the dimly lit room. Kylar didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, he seemed to enjoy it very much, going as far as to bring you closer to him, encouraging you to lay your head down in the crook of his neck.  

He didn’t hesitate to inhale the scent of your shampoo as you guys cuddled. His arms were wrapped around you protectively, refusing to let you go. His vibrant eyes were filled with so much love it made you feel a certain type of way, your own heartbeat quickening. You were sure he could hear it as well.  

Eventually, with some light giggles, you finally could lay beside Kylar normally. You were no longer straddling his hips, and he took the chance to cuddle into you instead, his head on your chest as he pressed soft kisses wherever he could reach, one of his hands on your hips as he traced patterns with his thumb. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep like this. You’ll talk things with him tomorrow instead.  

[deviouz]

“did i find it?”

“no, i did!”

“no, you didn’t!”

you gave a weak whine, head filled with nothing but kylarsydneykylarsydneykylarsydney—

“told you i found it.”

your eyes, dazed and glossed over with a teary sheen to them, snapped up to look at kylar. his green eyes, as obsessive as ever, bore into your own, while his hands gripped at your hips with a possessive hold. it was a tight enough grip to have you gasping, but the pain barely registered as sydney gave a sudden sharp thrust.

you felt oh-so-impossibly full. it had taken a lot of time, patience, and gentle coaxing from both of your partners, but you found yourself filled to the absolute brim in the end. both cocks bullied your inner walls, body on cloud nine as sensitive tremors overtook your sense of control with every other thrust.

as much as you hated to admit it, their bickering was doing something to you. sydney was all too stubborn and kylar was as jealous as ever, and it could get a little overwhelming at times, but now? god, was it hot.

both sydney and kylar were incredibly attentive lovers on their own, but together their individual doting natures vanished impossibly fast. there was something about the way they acted as if you weren’t there, not really, and fucked into you one at a time, one after another.

fuck, it was so much better this way.

it was so much better to be rendered down into nothing but their personal stress relief while they argued, words rapidly growing harsher and filled with more annoyance.

it was somewhere along they way that both kylar and sydney had figured out your little scheme, somewhere between your high-pitched and breathy little moans, desperate pleas for more, the way your hips canted back and forth as you chased your high with no shame.

“bet i can make them cum before you.”

“you can’t! you won’t!”

there’s no way you’re making it out of this alive.

[silentprose]

The devil couldn’t reach me, so he made me a prisoner of my own thoughts, forever trapped in them.

[rosurie]

school LIs <3

[lovinglonerhybrid]

Chapter four!

Tw: for mentions of rape,and heavy drug use.

It’s up this one was a bitch to get done but I did it. I hope you enjoy!

[fungus-no69]

School LIs x Pc/Reader (x Ivory Wraith)

You/your pronouns for pc, they/them pronouns for LIs, pc is mentioned to be uncanny and strange looking in general, pc is POSSESSED!!! by the IVORY WRAITH!!!!! attempted harassment by Whitney (it fails), burns in Sydney's, mentions of Kylar's parents (maybe spoilery???)

You're never really... here. Always a bit dazed with a faraway look in your eye, yet an alertness to you that means it can't just be disassociation or anything like that.

They see you talking to the mirror a lot, or if not, looking into alleys like you're supposed to be seeing something other than the knocked over bins and occasional stray. Even at the lake in the forest, you're crouched at the edge of it as water licks at your shoes. Sometimes, the shadows seem to warp around you or maybe, your eyes are just a bit too wide to be normal. Something about the way your knuckles jut out too far or even the way that your lip movements don't completely match up with what you're saying.

Sometimes they see you wandering around the street, like a puppet. Clumsy and artificial. If anyone did see your face in those times they'd comment on the vibrant, unnatural blue of your eyes. Or how your skin seems to lose any warmth in its undertones, or maybe the way that you hum to yourself- pressing a hand to your chest and holding onto your pyjama shirt.

Robin

They're incredibly concerned that they hadn't noticed before they woke up to seeing you climb out of your window???

Even when you disappear and only appear after a whole day- looking even more out of it than usual and covered in water and some... other sort of substance that Robin just doesn't want to think too hard about

They just assume that's another weird thing you do along with the... everything else.

Look they had reason to believe it's just normal 'you' behaviour okay!

They check on you each blood moon from then on, even offering for you to stay in their room at the end of each month.

If they see you trying to leave out of the window again they may panic and grab you- looking at your face and being chilled by your hollow expression, a smile that makes them uneasy crawling up your face as a voice that's not yours repeats their name

"Robin Robin Robin Robin"

'You' slip out of their grasp before they can react- disappearing behind the windowsill. They probably almost scream before seeing you're fine at the bottom.

They can't help you before you're gone, you'll probably return in the morning anyway.

Whitney

This bitch ass motherfucker was probably skulking around the alleyways when they saw you staggering towards Nightingale street

They popped up behind you and grabbed your shoulders- hoping to make you squeal.

You didn't.

Simply continued walking.

Whitney just shrugged it off after a second of sulking, adding it to their internal list of your oddities (No they don't think of you often shut up)

They keep following you, teasing, mocking, sexual innuendos- you name it.

They pause when they see you take a beeline into the forest because what the fuck? No one except for tourists and people with a death wish go there (especially on a blood moon)

They're not superstitious per se but everyone and their fucking grandmother knows that what you're doing is a bad idea.

They grab your elbow and finally get a good look at your face, blank expression with unfocused blue eyes that look out of place on you.

For a moment they think they've been following the wrong person around. But that's impossible because they know what their slut looks like!

They open their mouth, probably to insult you or make a comment but nothing comes out when you start repeating their name with a manic grin.

They stumble when you wrench away, breaking into a sprint into the underbrush.

They go to follow you but you're already gone.

Sydney

They instinctively know something's wrong when they wake up to you shambling out of the temple's pews

They know you're strange, that something's wrong with you on a good day! But this is a whole new level.

Even as goosebumps raise on the nape of their neck, something about you seems familiar. A lingering sense of deja vu keeping them from moving.

They manage to stand up after a minute, limbs feeling heavier with each step they make towards you. Even if they tried, they wouldn't be able to sleep now. The air is stifling and wrong.

You shriek when their necklace brushes your skin as they lean closer, it leaves a torrefied blue mark where it made contact.

Yeah no. That is not normal.

Even without their necklace scalding you, your scream leaves their ears ringing and their head pounding with agony. They can't hear themself over the sound of their heartbeat, bile rises in their throat and they can't process anything but the feeling of hands so cold they burn and the image of cobalt that sears itself into their mind no matter where they look or how hard they squeeze their eyes closed.

They must have been making some kind of noise though, because when they come to- they're kneeling on the floor in between pews with Jordan's hands on their shoulders and you're nowhere to be seen.

Kylar

They were already following you as soon as they realised that you seemed even more off than usual

Somewhat similar to their parents before they became... whatever they are now.

They don't want you to end up like that! So they fight their body's urge to flee and appear at your elbow- you don't flinch, as per usual.

They hope their presence soothes you, it doesn't. You don't look as bad as they were imagining but their skin is becoming clammy just by being around you. And not in the normal way either!

They start to blabber to you, hoping to get your attention but you don't even spare them a glance! Now you're starting to freak them out.

They try to look at you properly, closer. They don't like what they see.

Blue eyes fixed in front of you, pallid cheeks, blue lips. Your eyes flick down for less than a second before a grin curls onto your lips and you grab them, calling their name

They love it when you say their name but not like that! Not when your voice echoes in their ears and makes their mouth go dry.

As much as their nails dig into your arms and they grasp as hard as they can, you manage to slip away- like their hands just... phased through somehow.

As much as they want to- need to chase you, their feet are rooted to the floor like something's holding them there. They can't do anything but watch as you depart into the forest.

They know that something was wrong! You wouldn't run away from them right? Yeah! That must be it! Something's taken control of you somehow!

They're not sure which idea makes their stomach churn more.

[digenerate-trash]

i just wondering how tf Bailey could even being a Yandere for PC? I meannn there's must be a reason right? In fact.... I do wonder about the other yanderes how they Fall for PC?

Yandere | Obsession | TW Dubcon | TW Rape | TW Somno

Bailey

I feel like Bailey’s attraction started off as just this nagging favoritism. like he just started to have strange feelings for you- maybe it was the way you looked, how you reminded him of someone he used to be sweet on. But he still shoves those feelings down and tries to ignore his affection. He doesn't like you. He can't like you. He needs things to be the same. Detached and cold in order to keep himself safe. 

But eventually, he breaks. It could be anything. A look. A simple word. Or maybe it's something inside him that just snapped. He can't let go now. He's like a dog with a bone. Good luck escaping now…

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Robin

You and him are just friends! He swears. When you were kids your wholesome friendship was constantly being threatened by the outside world and quickly he realized that the only way to keep your attention and love was to be in danger. 

He doesn't have a constant need to be near you all the time at all! He doesn't miss sleepovers with you or how you two would share snacks you snuck in. he doesn't remember proposing to you as kids and he doesn't dream about a life with you every night! And when that makes him nauseous he definitely doesn't sneak into your room to feel you up. he's just your best friend! 

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Whitney

At first, you're just a nobody. Someone Whitney can see using for stress relief in the future. And that works out pretty well. Until he loses his taste for his usual hookups as well. He doesn't fully understand it. you're basically nothing to him and yet you're on his mind all the time. he's panicked and sick thinking about it.

He finally decides that it's enough. If he can't have you no one can and he's willing to force you into it if necessary 

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Eden

You are his wife. 

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Kylar

Love at first sight? Obsessed with a parental love hell never be able to experience again? Souls intertwined together in a mix of fate and destiny that could determine the fate of the world as we know it? 

Who knows. 

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Avery

Pretty sure he started out wanting something pretty. And you were the prettiest one! Scooped you up and offered you money to entice you. But it's probably the way you look at him during those parties. He wishes it was real. Everyone knows it's fake. He, you, the guests even the hosts know that his dates are just escorts he pays for. But something in Avery needs you to like him back. 

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Alex

Pretty sure puppy love is how it starts. you're helpful and perfect and he wants you around forever. Eventually, he begins to want a life with you. And everything with you. He wants sad days. And tired mornings. Lazy weekends and beers on Fridays. 

It gets to the point where Alex would sacrifice anything for you. His farm. The people he knows. Even his life if you promise to stay just one more night. 

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Sydney

Sydney thinks there's something special about you. He doesn't know what, he loves it though and it's instant. it's intoxicating. Every time you touch him it's like a shock. it's not long before Sydney starts wanting to keep you away from the world—his angel. 

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Harper

Harper is a big fan of you. you're like the perfect doll. Easy to manipulate. Always so calm in his presence. it's nice of you to trust him so much. And soon enough harper starts sizing up a dog crate with your name on it. 

Harper thinks you'd be perfect to keep. And he intends too

[softmangoes]

how the LIs kiss

18+

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.

[edenscollardrawer]

Warm Revenge - transfem!Kylar/f!PC

18+, content warnings: dub-con, dacryphilia, revenge sex, cockwarming 911 words

When you had asked her if she wanted to play a game, she’d eagerly agreed. She hadn’t asked a single question as you tied the rope around her wrists and ankles and anchored her to the posts. Her frail wrists thrash against the restraints that tether her to the disheveled vintage bed as feeble words plead for your compassion.

“P-please, my love! W-what has gotten into you?!” Her helpless begging only adds to the moistness growing between your thighs. Black mary-janes confidently saunter over to the mattress as you sit just out of her reach. A hand comes to rest on her shaking knee, drawing teasing circles there as she trembles under your touch. 

“Nothing’s gotten into me...” your hand drags up her thigh at an aching pace until it comes to rest on her throbbing bulge. “Yet.”

She shudders at your words, her lithe body thrashing against the confines of the rope. You giggle softly at her struggle. Something about the way her budding chest heaves up and down aggressively while she begs for your mercy is so arousing. Perky brown nipples stand at attention. Her green eyes are wide with a primal mixture of arousal and fear, long lashes fluttering while your hand delicately kneads the swell under her olive colored panties. 

“N-no more t-teasing! I can’t!” She whines, hips bucking under your touch. The posts of the wooden frame shake loudly as her delicate ankles pull on the rope. Your face curves into a wicked smile, a soft coo leaving your lips. 

“Ohhh… That’s okay, Kylar… I’m done now.” your tone is subdued and calm, swinging your leg over her lap and coming to a straddle. Kylar winces, her face twisting as if she’s in pain. You hook your fingers into the waistband of her olive colored panties, slowly sliding them down her pale thighs just enough to free her pulsating erection. Your breath hitches, thumb sliding over her leaking tip. She whines loudly, tears welling up in her wide emerald eyes. Bringing your hand to her cheek, you wipe away a fallen tear with your thumb. Your free hand takes hold of her cock, guiding it to your wet heat. As the swollen tip sinks into your tight entrance, Kylar lets out a choked whimper. You sink further down, a needy moan exiting your mouth while your tight walls squeeze her length. 

You remain completely still, your insides tightening around her. Teasing hands trail up her stomach, fingers running tauntingly slow over her hardening nipples. Her breaths are shaky, pupils dilated, tears sitting right on the edge of falling. She looks not too dissimilar to the way she did only weeks earlier, when you were the one tied up in her basement. It’s payback, really. Sexy, satisfying payback. 

Your walls squeeze her drooling length, hands coming down to steady yourself by digging your fingers into her small hips. Kylar cries softly, tears finally spilling over while her hands violently dig against her restraints. 

“P-please! I need you!” She sobs, fingernails digging into her palms, head thrashing. Her hips shake beneath you, desperately seeking a little friction. You try your best to keep a calm face, trying to hide the satisfaction you feel at seeing her reduced into a crying, whimpering mess. Leaning down until you’re just inches from her face, which elicits a soft gasp from her. Your breath fans gently over her face.

“You were so brave when you kidnapped me and tied me up in your basement, Kylar… Where’s all that bravery now? Hmm?” your lilted voice taunts her gently. Her hips buck involuntarily, seeking mercy. Velvety walls tighten around her weeping cock while tears blaze down her red cheeks. Her slender back arches off the unkempt bed, wrists growing burnt from the tightening rope. Your walls milk her sensitive length, forcing a whine from her trembling lips.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, my love! I-I’ll do anything! Please!” Kylar croons desperately, tears dribbling down her chin. Your expression softens at her apology, leaning in to press a tender kiss to her forehead. 

“Shhhh, I forgive you, baby. I forgive you.” Your lips brush her ear as you hum softly, “I could never stay angry with you…” Your hands come to rest on her frail chest, eager fingers tweaking her nipples as you lift your hips gently, dropping them back down when a sharp cry leaves her mouth. Suddenly you move in a frantic rhythm, grinding down on her drooling tip. The force of your movements makes Kylar start crying, her blubbering mixing with increasingly loud moans. Her sobs grow louder with each thrust inside you, her hips bucking wildly. Each grinding movement downwards is met with a sharp thrust upwards, like she wants to crawl inside of you. 

“I..I c-cant…I’m…I’m gonna…” Kylar keens faintly. Her admission draws a whimper out of you as you sink down onto her dick again, your dripping walls compressing around her one final time as she thrusts to completion. You sigh in satisfaction, reveling in the feeling of her cum seeping out of you as you pull off of her, laying down beside her bound body. Your hand comes to rest on her cheek, wiping away the remaining tears. Gentle kisses trail up and down her face before you sit up, undoing the ropes and kissing the irritated joints beneath. Hopefully she’ll remember this the next time she wants to try kidnapping you, you smile to yourself.