#loner writes

[lovinglonerhybrid]

Chapter five is up!

It’s been a while but I’m back I hope you like the new chapter!

[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 19: somnophilia (m!kylar x f!pc)

word count: 883

tags/warnings: somnophilia, dubcon, cunnilingus, jerking off, kylar is a creep

Kylar gently closed the window behind him, careful to make no noise as he did so. He had peered through the glass before entering your room and knew you were already asleep; he had no interest in disturbing his love.

There you were, fast asleep in your bed. He tiptoed over closer and couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across his face. You were simply too adorable. You looked so peaceful, with your lips slightly apart and hair splayed over the pillow. “So cute…” he whispered as he softly stroked a tendril of hair.

His hand pulled away as if he were burnt when your lips smacked, but you were only shifting and were still fast asleep. Thank god.

Kylar’s eyes traced down from your head to your exposed bare throat and collarbone, shoulders sticking out from the threadbare blanket. Your sleeping form was so…appealing. He licked his lips watching you, pants already beginning to tighten uncomfortably.

Carefully, he sat down at the edge of the mattress, hoping not to disturb you. Then, he tugged down the blanket to expose your full body. Your shirt had ridden up, exposing your tummy, and the short shorts left little to the imagination. “Fuck,” he whispered.

The hunger within him was growing uncontrollably, and Kylar knew he had to act soon, lest he be caught. So, ever-so-gently, he tugged your sleep shorts down to your ankles, exposing your beautiful pussy to the night air.

It was so lovely, and rarely did Kylar get the chance to admire it - you - like this. He reached out to stroke your folds softly, freezing momentarily when a sound came from your throat. But you were still fast asleep.

Then, like a moth drawn to the flame, his face moved closer to your cunt, flicking your clit with his tongue.

God, you tasted so sweet. So perfect. He pressed kisses to your inner thighs before diving back in, enjoying the taste of your growing wetness on his tongue. Quiet whimpers fell from your lips and Kylar hoped you were having the sweetest of dreams while he went to town on your cunt.

Kylar alternated between sucking on your clit and stroking your folds with his tongue, occasionally worming into your hole as well and stroking your inner walls. He pulled his sweatpants down, exposing his aching cock that was practically dripping with precum. He hesitated before placing your legs over his shoulders, then slipped two fingers into your now-soaking cunt as his other hand drifted down to stroke his length.

His hips humped your mattress with every stroke of his flushed cock, in tandem with his tongue on your clit and fingers pumping in and out of your hole. Kylar idly wondered what you would do if you woke up to him taking care of you like this. You’d probably be so happy. What could be better than having him fuck you in your sleep? You’d probably be so grateful you’d let him take you on the spot…

Kylar moaned into your folds as his fantasies went wild in his head. You were mumbling and whining in your sleep, but now, he almost wished you would wake up. He wanted to feel your hands thread through his hair, tugging at it. He wanted to hear the sweet cries and the way you moaned his name come from your mouth. He wanted to see you writhing beneath him, begging him to do whatever you wanted with your body, fucking until dawn broke.

“F-fuck,” he said out loud. His words were muffled by your thighs. “You taste so good…I love you so much.” Kylar was fucking into his fist pathetically, imagining it was your plush walls instead. He imagined he was rutting into your body instead of this uncomfortable mattress. You would call out his name and tell him how much you loved him, how amazing his cock felt inside of you, how you would never love anybody other than him.

“P-please my love,” Kylar mumbled against your skin. “Tell me how much you need me. Tell me you love me.” His thumb rubbed his slit as he felt a tightening in his stomach. His fingers scissored in your core, no rhyme or reason as his breath grew more stuttered.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” he murmured. You were moaning louder now but still were fast asleep, tossing and turning. Kylar hoped that if anyone overheard they would just think you were having a nightmare. But in reality, he hoped you were having pleasant dreams - about him.

A long whimper spilled from your mouth as your cunt clenched around Kylar’s fingers. He would only watch in awe as you came in your sleep.

Kylar knew his release was near and he leaned back, rapidly stroking his cock. “I-I love you,” he moaned as ropes of cum spurred across your stomach. He took a moment to admire it, but you started moving. So he quickly pulled up your shorts (hoping his cum would dry in the night and stay on you), tucked you back in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

He pulled his own pants back up and sighed back at you. “Soon, my love,” he whispered.

Then Kylar went back out the window, as if he was never there in the first place.

[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.  

[rosurie]

school LIs <3

[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

[tentacleplains]

WOULD THE DOL LOVE INTERESTS (+ some choice NPCs) HELP YOU WITH YOUR HRT INJECTIONS

ROBIN would be happy to help you! in theory. in practice they get squeamish about administering an injection, but they get better at it with time and confidence.

WHITNEY says only if it’ll give you bigger tits

EDEN would if you reminded them to and if they weren’t mad at you, but they don’t trust any medication you get from the town and especially not anything you get from harper. if the injection is in the ass or thighs they grope you while doing it. they're good at giving the actual shot itself though.

KYLAR would do anything for you, my love! they get too overzealous and forget to wait for the rubbing alcohol to dry before jabbing you, and they push the needle in too hard, so it hurts. they also lick the blood off afterwards, if there is any.

AVERY says what? no we’re in a car. you couldn’t have done it before the date? (avery it takes thirty seconds) yeah well if you bleed on the seats you’re paying for the cleaning (avery it barely bleeds) don’t care go ask someone else

BLACK WOLF says no. pack leader needs to stay fertile

GREAT HAWK is scared of needles. why are you stabbing yourself. every week??? scary :(

ALEX happily agrees and is surprisingly professional about the whole thing. only after working at the farm for a little longer do you recognize that they’re sort of treating you the same as they do the livestock. at high dom they also grope you while doing it though.

SYDNEY, similarly to robin, is happy to help in theory, and then gets nervous about doing it in practice. she gets sirris to help you instead and holds your hand, telling you that he helps her with her shots too.

BAILEY only agrees to do it if you pay them enough. doing the actual prep costs extra btw.

HARPER is thrilled to get to treat you for your transition healthcare! they make sure to massage the area extra thoroughly and get you suuuuper relaxed so there’s no lingering muscle tension that would make the injection hurt more. what do you mean you don’t think all this touching is necessary? are you a medical professional? no i didn’t think so.

REMY says only if it gives you bigger tits

[darling-to-death]

I'm feeling self-indulgent, so here's some DOL headcanons about the Lis taking care of you when you're sick.

Kylar -Oh he's on cloud 9. You're so helpless! -You HAVE to stay in bed, so you're easy to find! And watch. :3c -Please just sit back and let him take care of you. <3 -Which he does… to the best of his ability… -But he kinda gets sidetracked and pervy. -Like he'll make you a lovely soup, but there's a special ingredient in there you probably wouldn't want to consume if you knew it was in there. -Or he'll tuck you in for a nice nap, but you have a hazy fever dream of someone straddling you and panting. -Gosh, you woke up so "sweaty" your skin feels sticky… -He lets you cuddle with his stuffed animals to make you feel better. -It's honestly quite sweet. Those toys were a great comfort to him at one point… -After his parents turned, he didn't have anyone to take care of him when he was sick. -So he'd hug his toys to feel some level of comfort. He hopes they do the same for you. -Although he would prefer you cuddle him. -Because he gets way too up close and personal, he catches whatever bug you've gotten. -He expects to be nurtured and attended to just as he did for you.

Whitney -He does not want to get sick. -Fuck you for getting sick and putting him at risk. -Cuz he can't just leave you like this… -I mean, how's he gonna have fun if his favorite slut up and dies on him cuz of some weak-ass common cold? -So he takes care of you. "Begrudgingly." -He wears a mask the entire time. -He refuses to get too close to you. -Honestly, he mostly just drops ramen soup and cold medicine in a bag before leaving you to your own devices. -But he's always popping in to check up on you. -He'll peek his head through the door to see if you're doing any better. -Sometimes he'll gently press his palm against your forehead to check your temperature. -If it's too high, he'll get a worried look on his face. -He'll remind you to take your fucking medicine so you don't boil in your own skin. -He misses you.

Robin -Oh Robin is both horribly underprepared and the most equipped to deal with you being sick. -You've known each other your entire lives. Of course he knows how to take care of you. -But you take care of him… That's the arrangement, right? -The longer you stay in bed, the less time you have to make money for the both of you. -He shudders to think what will be done to you when you're too weak to fight back. -He panics thinking about what will be done to him. -He tries to balance his time between tending to you and tending to his lemonade stand. -He needs to work extra hard to make sure you both have enough money at the end of the week. He knows you have something saved up, but he doesn't know if it's enough. -But the more he works, the more you're alone. And you're so helpless like this. -It's a constant mental struggle trying to prioritize what you need more. -He feels selfish for wanting you to get better, because he knows that desire is partly motivated by his need for you to support him. -He plays video games beside you to try to keep your mind off your illness. -You fall asleep to it as background noise. -He likes watching you sleep. -When you're awake, he can all too often see the anguish on your face. -Sleep is the only place you're free. -He hopes you have good dreams.

Eden -He hates being sick. -Living alone in the woods means there's no one to take care of you when you're sick. -It doesn't matter if you feel like shit, if you don't keep up with your chores it could mean the difference in surviving or not. -…But that's living alone in the woods. -Now he has company. -He'll be a little more lenient with you. -He'll try to cook meals, so you don't get your germs in the food. -He'll let you bathe separately, but he still insists on washing you. -He makes an extra trip into town so he can buy you some medicine. -He'll try to be extra quiet. -He's already not much of a talker, but he'll the sounds around the cabin to a minimum. -He knows congestion can cause sinus headaches, and he doesn't want you to be in any more discomfort than you already are. -He reads silently, but he still wants to sit beside you. -He likes patting your head as you head it in his lap, so he still feels like your little nightly ritual continues even in your illness. -He doesn't wait for you to fully get better before putting you back to work. -Once your fever breaks it's back to keeping him company.

Avery -This is quite an inconvenience for him. -You had to miss your date, because you fell ill, and he looked like a fool waiting for you to show up. -When he sees you around town one day, he pulls over to yell at you. -But you look like SHIT. He can immediately tell you've come down with something. -He's still pissed, but he kinda understands… -He offers to drive you to the doctor. -He stays in the waiting room while you have your appointment. -You're honestly surprised to see him still there when you leave. -He says not to make a big deal out of it. -He can't have his arm candy looking half-dead. -Even if you are sick, looking that ragged is bad for his reputation. -He drives you home, but he doesn't drive you back to the orphanage. -He brings you to some hotel. -He knows the kind of squalor you live in. Being in that filth can't help your recovery time. -He pays for you to have a room for a few days. -Room service brings you your meals. -He calls you every day to make sure you're resting and taking your medicine. -He'll know if you're lying. -When you're better, he expects his kindness to be paid back in droves.

Sydney -He'll make sure to pray for your health from now on when he visits the temple. -He makes sure you're still eating and drinking plenty of fluids! -You can't get better if you don't give your body fuel to fight off the illness. -He likes taking care of you… -Your face is so flushed due to the fever. -Your nose is clogged up due to the mucus, so you have to pant and breathe through your mouth. -He watches your chest rise and fall with labored breaths. -…He tries to ignore that sight. -But you make it rather difficult. -The way you weakly reach out for him, the way you call out his name so soft and weak… -You really need him, don't you? -He's taking care of you because he cares. -Not for any ulterior motive. -Not for any joy on the power he has over you. -He'd never use that power to harm you after all. He's a good boy. -…But the fact he could do something, well, maybe he thinks about the possibilities a little too much. -He's happy when you're feeling better. -He misses seeing you so weak before him.

[dias-writing-corner]

Tw public sex mention, Kylar the loner, slight mention of breath play? Idk he wants to drown you a little, possessive

Kylars the type of freak to rub a hard on up against your ass in public even though you made him cum before leaving for the house. His ass is insatiable. Clinging to your waist with his arms as you talk to someone else, his green eyes glaring at them as he grinds his dick on your butt. You do what you can to ignore him, a stupid mutt like him will never learn no matter how hard you try to train him. He starts whispering in your ear begging you to pls let him fuck you, let him fuck you in front of this person, he wants to show them that your his. He doesn’t care if the two of you are at the park. Kylar begins describing what he wants to do to you - bend you over the side of the fountain and fuck you in front of everyone. If someone tried to take your mouth he’d shove your head under the fountain water.

[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.

[just-dol-headshots]

Following this post ( X )

(1) Let him bite your neck (+++Pain | +++Love | +Lust) (2) Let him bite your thighs (++Pain | ++Love | +++Lust) (3) Say you changed your mind (Impossible)

(1) Kylar moves to undo the first few buttons of your shirt, completely exposing your neck, shoulders, and part of your chest. His eyes have a soft red tint to them as he seems to bore holes through yours, but you can't stop looking at them regardless. "T-this might hurt a little," he warns, his mouth salivating at even the mere thought of sinking his teeth into you, "but I'm gonna make you mine. Forever..." In an instant he sinks his fangs into he side of your neck where your pulse is strongest, gripping your shoulder and caressing the side of your face. Pain courses through your body as your try to refrain from pushing him away. Instead, you opt to grip at his hair and his shirt. He shudders and moans as you feel him start to suck the blood from your wound, licking and kissing your neck between gulps to try comforting you.

(2) "Y-your thighs? Oh god..." Kylar's eyes almost roll back in ecstasy as his cheeks flush at the thought. He pushes you back and lowers himself to your skirt/pants, ripping and tearing them away with excitement. Those were expensive, you might just make him buy you a replacement or two after he's done. He rubs his cheek against your thigh and grips your legs to hold them still, running his tongue along your skin and blowing cool air causing you to shiver. "You're so cute and soft, you smell so nice... I bet you are delicious..." With that, he sinks his fangs into your inner thigh. It stings and it is uncomfortable, but you think your neck being bitten would have hurt more. He starts biting at your thighs to create several puncture wounds, letting you bleed just to lap up the blood trail a moment later. You jolt as he starts to bite closer to your crotch, placing his hands over previous wounds to stop you from bleeding profusely. His mouth and cheeks are covered with your blood yet he seems to look at your with hearts in his eyes. Although you start to feel lightheaded, you feel happy to give him such a filling meal.

(3) His expression changes upon you expressing your reconsideration; his eyes start to glow a deeper red and he starts to look even more crazed than he already was. "W-what do you mean you changed your mind? You... you can't do that, you already offered yourself to me. I have permission from you now, that's how it works." He grips your shoulders and digs his nails into your skin as if to keep you from escaping. Is that what you want to do? Escape from him? You were so willing just a moment ago. "I... I can convince you! You can trust me, you will trust me." He forces you to look at his eyes. He is breathing heavily and almost crying. You feel your thoughts start to slip away...

...You can trust Kylar.

You will trust Kylar.

[moonshadow-thoughts]

I don't think people understand what it means to be lonely and misunderstood for an entire life.

When I was a lonely child I was always thinking to myself "It will be okay, I will have friends when I'm a teenager."

When I was a lonely teenager I always thought to myself "its okay, I will have friends and a relationship when I'm an adult."

But now that I'm an adult I realize, its much more likely that it will stay that way forever. I will never belong anywhere.

[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.

[bunnyhatty]

jealousy jealousy

m!sydney × you!

omg hey 😭😭 i've finally escaped my writer's block and wrote a proper fic. noone panic !!!!! but anyway im alive, i constantly think abt this blog and feel guilty bc i wanna keep posting but idk what to write 😭 my friend finally gave me an idea and i pumped this out at 1 30 am (so dont let me know abt grammar or spelling errors /j)‼️‼️🙏 enjoy. (or else)

sydney, for the entirety of his 18 years on earth, had never once felt envy. jealous perhaps, like kylar's jet black hair making him feel conflicted about his light hair that brother jordan praised him for.

but envious? he's never had to deal with such a hateful emotion before. not until now. now as in he's watching you laugh, with warmth spreading through your cheeks, your hand on robin's arm to steady yourself lest you fall off the seat.

he stabs his food a little loudly, thankfully drowned out by chatter, even if he received a few weirded out glances.

why didn't you eat with him today? you had an unfinished conversation you started earlier this morning, only to leave him unoccupied and alone. even kylar shot him a somewhat concerned glance throughout this whole ordeal. that made him a little upset, just a little.

after that he heads to class, does library work (which you didn't come by after, were you walking home with robin?) then he prayed for about an hour or two, did some chores and finally, he's back home.

on his bed, replaying that scene of you laughing divinely. an exact copy of angels from the preaching brother jordan told him about. touching his hair that you helped him dye on a school night at his bathroom. (suppose he could've gotten it professionally done like he always did, but you bought the wrong color accidentally and so you ask if you could retouch his roots for him. like he's ever refuse anything from you.)

he groaned against his pillow, then began tossing and turning. before finally going to bed.

then he's forgotten all about it the next day when you sit by him. on him actually, with your leg over his, shoulders bumping as you chew and talk at the same time. his hair messily framing your shoulder and overlapping on your face. and he thinks this is how it should be, all day, every day.