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PLEASPELALEPLARE SAY THAT YOU PLAY IN DOL??? I NEED HEADCANONS FOR THAT BITCHES ASAP WITH MALE TOP READER BECAUSE I FIXKUNG HATE FEM READERS ONE AAAAAAHADHHRHSS (SORRY I'M NOT ENGLISH BUT PLEASE)

Damn, imagine if we were mermaids and you had a dick with spikes, and I had a vagina like the Mariana Trench and ... (quotes from my husband day I adore him)

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : see how desperate the person is? Gotta satisfy them, or their uterus/dick will explode and it will be my fault. Never thought I'd get a DoL request, but fuck yeah. Please give me more DoL requests.

Characters: School Love Interests (you're here), Other Love Interests (coming soon)

!!Warnings: switch!top!gn!reader (male leaned, although options with vaginas and penises are mentioned and reader is they/them and he like two times), bottom!characters (there are both cis and trans versions here, since I headcanon some of them as such, tho pronounces are he/him), honestly there are too many of them, considering the game itself is built. So the are below all the characters. Whitney's part has a bottom!reader clause, but it's marked so you don't have to read it (my husband extraterrestrialized this and I said hell yeah), reader is the player.

Kylar the Loner.

!!Warnings: pregnancy, size difference, mention of kidnapping, bondage, role playing, dirty talk, smells, underwear stealing, humping, mention of full body pillow, erotic drawing, he is delulu yandere.

My sweet cupcake, what can I say about you, honestly... It seems to me that he definitely should have a kink for the difference in size. Like, even with the smallest player's physique, he's still only a little taller??? And considering that with the biggest player, he looks like Thumbelina, you can't say that he doesn't. This guy was definitely fantasizing about how a player would pin him to something with this huge body (or a small body too, you'll be stronger than this guy anyway, it seems to me... If he's not hysterical, of course, hehe).

His hygiene definitely improved after he met the player. Like, just to impress them and not look like a mess (he's still a mess). So he definitely has a fucking jungle in his pants. And he's quite comfortable with it, although if you ask him to remove them, then of course he will. But yes. The tough, black jungle is right there. He's VERY hairy.

Uh, if we're going to talk about penis size, then it seems to me that he has an amazingly large penis for his height. Would I say about 7.3 inches? It's also curved to the left, because that's how I feel. If we're talking about pussy, I think it's surprisingly pale compared to the rest of his body, and he has a surprisingly large clitoris on his own. And if you're a genius like me and you're choosing tirs for a male character, then fuck, he's got a C-cup (there's a lot that could be hiding under his hoodie, lol).

Definitely the most talkative during sex. He's also whiny, especially the first time he loses his virginity (and especially if the player is also a virgin). Fuck, the king of dirty talk!!! It may be very strange, nasty and focused on how you impregnate him (or vise versa), but no one could talk to you like that, he could write you a fanfiction while riding on your dick and at the same time manage to hack into the Pentagon and brew spicy noodles and would not see any problems in it.

I think he has sensitive ears. Do you know this dialogue where he says that the player's ears are not as sensitive as in his dream??? Usually dreams reflect reality (I don't believe in this heresy, but I need a reason), therefore someone must have sensitive ears and it's definitely him, if not the player. I can just imagine how he would twitch and blush if you could bite his ear and whisper something there.

An unequivocal fetish for smells. Are you saying he's stealing the player's underwear for nothing??? Absolutely not. I doubt very much that he uses it on his genitals, as he thinks that the smell will be erased sooner, so he practically suffocates himself in the fabric, inhaling this smell. Even if the player smells like grandma, or absolutely disgusting like garbage, or like something sickly sweet right up to the point of getting sick in the head, it's still the best smell in the world (as long as it's not the smell of someone else's sperm).

Role-playing games??? This guy literally played some kind of wedding with us after the kidnapping. He was also literally acting in a skit (even if not in the role he wanted). He would definitely be a fan of this thing. And would especially love something old-fashioned or fantasy!! Type vampire × human, aristocrat × servant, vampire × werewolf. And something else where the player's attention will be completely on him, as well as in the dominant plan (he likes it when the player takes control, come on), such as policeman × criminal, concubine × king, husband × husband/wife (these two were invented by my hubby, lol still true).

He definitely has something to do with bondage (you can't say no, this guy literally tied up a player in his basement and rode on their dick/fucked them and whatever else). And he would definitely like to be tied up by a player, especially if the player is already many times stronger and could break him like a match. Although it's fucking nice for him to keep himself in power, too.

He would definitely like the same things that his partner would like. It doesn't matter how dangerous or vile it may be (without examples, everyone has their own degree of understanding of this). But fuck, seriously. You could say, like, "listen, I want to have sex in a swamp that's probably home to fifteen thousand different deadly bacteria, but you'd look too fucking sexy in mud," and he wouldn't hear anything except the part after the "but."

He would have loved humping. It doesn't matter what it is. Are you telling me that this person has a full-height player's pillow and he has never rubbed against it??? And didn't attach a dildo/flashlight to it??? Fuck, absolutely not. He'd love to rub his genitals against something, especially if it's not a player's thing, just so he can imagine how their skin would feel under them and all that.

He would cum in seconds (in my game, he cums in just two or three actions from the player????). Seriously, he would cum even without stimulation in the initial stages, just from the voice or from the overly sexy look of the player in front of him. His poor virgin brain would just explode.

He loves to draw a player in erotic poses or situations (canonically) and show them this. And then play it back, especially if the player himself reduces it by saying, like, "Oh, it looks sexy. Do you want to repeat it?" He will literally melt into a puddle.

Would never admit it, but he loves it when a player kisses/licks/strokes his scars, bruises and scratches. He doesn't find these parts of himself attractive, so what if his partner did it?.. Ka-sploosh!

And finally, the strange headcanon! I think he has a birthmark somewhere that slightly resembles the silhouette of a player... To make him believe even more in fate, love at first sight, and all that.

Sydney (nevermind which).

!!Warnings: body writing, mention of body fluids, reading as erotic event, size difference, hair pulling, pregnancy, cum on the face, semi public sex, sex in clothes, mention of mythical creatures, sadomaso kinda, wax.

So. Let's talk about Sydney as a whole, since his "personalities" differ only in their overall "emancipation"!

An unequivocal one hundred percent fetish for writing on the body, canonical, yes. But why doesn't anyone talk about it? No one wants such a handsome man to write all sorts of things on them??? Absolutely anything, because he would have written anything if the player had asked politely. And I would let him write anything on me if I were you, I'll be honest, especially those stupid emoticons. >:(

Not exactly sexy, but intimate! If a player had a lot of tattoos, they would definitely like to paint them over, like coloring books for children. I thought it was cute, so let it be here.

Canonically loves the taller player, so... The library, his desk, the evening, the two of you, he's sitting on the counter, you're pressing him against it, pawing him, kissing him, it doesn't matter what you do there, as long as he clings to you, while staring at you with those beautiful amber eyes.

Incredibly caring after sex, when he gets used to it all. He will definitely make sure that the player is satisfied and has finished as much as he wanted, he will definitely hug and praise the player if they need to, feed or drink the player if necessary and wash too. He will absolutely fall in love three times more if they do it in return.

During sex? Even better. The guy would definitely bring you to orgasm with his mouth/fingers/toys/friction, that is, without penetration, at least once. Unambiguous additional stimulation if you need it and when he learns your erogenous points. One hundred percent praise to any side of your body if you find it unattractive.

He loves it when they cum on his face. Anyone with glasses likes it when they cum on their face, I said so (I know it's hard to rub it off afterwards, but anyway). Especially at the beginning, after he loses his virginity and he gives head to the player and when they finally cum, he blushes so incredibly hard from it. He probably cries a little too when he realizes that he's going to make the player cum.

He's not a fan of dirty talk in my opinion, especially early Sydney, but he would love it if a player whispered something to him about the future. That is, giving him a hint about something long-term, even if you whispered to him that he was going to get pregnant, even though he was a cis man, it would still be sweet.

I came up with the idea of a fetish, the name of which I don't remember, but fuck... Imagine reading books during sex??? Especially in terms of roles??? Especially if you both get in each other's way while reading your piece??? It's hot. He definitely likes it, especially since he has a pleasant voice, it should be good.

So, let's talk about genitals! The penis is definitely not too outstanding, since the guy has spent in a chastity belt practically all life so about 5 inches. If we're talking about pussy, then definitely tiny labia and the same tiny clitoris. If we talk about tits... A-cup? Maybe a B-cup? They're small but not tiny.

He definitely doesn't bother with his hair much, because before his relationship with the player, he literally wore iron underpants, lol. But he adheres to hygiene absolutely, and his hair is also completely shaved off after the start of the relationship.

I think he likes being pulled by his hair. Not much. They just tilt his head back during penetration, hold his hair during kissing/oral sex, and just stroke his head.

A canonical masochist, albeit a hidden one. Plus, he's a sadist. So.... Listen to me. Wax. I fucking want to drip something on this guy's body or have him do it, it doesn't matter. He would tremble so much, trying not to show how much he liked it, even though he was absolutely flowing during the process from a pleasant mixture of pain and pleasure.

Theoretically speaking, he would agree to a lot as long as it's not too traumatic, too public and as long as it doesn't contain any bodily fluids other than saliva and semen (he canonically despises blood... And everything else, yes).

And of course, his canonical pregnancy kink (why does everyone in this game want a baby, I'm crying, except Avery of course). Definitely, his pupils will turn into hearts if one of you can get pregnant (if not, then I think it will be easy to convince him that this is possible, because he is a very stupidly smart person).

Sex in clothes??? For some reason, it seems to me that he would like to look at the outlines of the player's body or at his own if they were in front of a mirror, for example. Just imagine what's underneath those layers of fabric, even if he's seen it all many times.

Semi-public sex. And no, not just the canonical library and the mall (I'm still disappointed that he can't be fucked somewhere on the beach or in a temple, not under certain conditions). He would worry that someone would see you, try to be incredibly quiet, cling to you as if you were the only thing holding him in life.

By the way, he's probably the quietest of the four. Most of time he just breathe heavily, maybe he whisper prayers or something about how well he feel. It's quite difficult to get full-fledged moans out of him.

Well, it's a strange hedcanon for my favorites... Would you definitely think of the player as some kind of mythical creature? It doesn't matter if it's sexy or not, just the fact that his brain slides to the player's body in the form of some vampire, ending with some nonsense with tentacles, and then realizing arousal and hoping that the player will enter the library today sounds funny.

Robin the Orphan.

!!Warnings: forest sex, bathroom sex, mutual masturbation, cockwarming, nipple play, voyeurism, mention of bruises.

It will probably be the most difficult, because he is very... A controversial character. I love him, but he fucking annoys me sometimes. Does a guy literally get offended if he loses a game or if a player pushes him away when trying to have sex with high confidence??? He's sweet, but what the fuck is that. I'm still taking his debt on myself though, considering he's probably the most adequate of them all.

Well, it doesn't matter. Let's start with the food kink? The guy is poor in his own way. So imagine if he ever sees a player's body strewn with even the cheapest snacks or sweets. The guy will literally explode on the spot. Even if it's just plain whipped cream.

Mmm, also role-playing games. These silly dialogues where we talk about the characters of some video game that they both play gave me this idea, especially considering that they mean each other there. So of course the captain player will fuck this elf or whoever it is.

He's definitely a voyeur. It doesn't matter if he's watching or if he's being watched (only by the player, of course). It just relaxes to some extent, and the trust, and just taking the shackles off those cheap clothes on him.

He has a habit of biting the player's genitals when he gives them oral sex. He doesn't quite bite, but he chews, touches it lightly with his teeth. I'm not sure how it feels on a vagina, but on a dick? For me personally, it feels good, especially if that little bitch giggles at it.

The quietest during sex. He canonically doesn't even speak during it, lol (hopefully he'll learn one day). He probably just buries his face in the player's shoulder, hugging them, or buries his face in a pillow and just enjoys the sensations, breathing heavily.

I feel like he would really hate to sit still during this. That is, he would not be able to stay in the same position for a long time, or would not be able to tolerate for a long time if, for example, you rubbed against each other for several minutes without doing anything else. He would constantly try to turn you over or do something else.

A huge fan of jerking off. Mutual jerking off especially! He loves to put his feet on the player's hips while they rub their cocks against each other. He would have finished as quickly as possible from this. (This also works if you don't have a dick or he doesn't have a dick; he or you could get your dick lost on another's vagina, or scrissoring, of course)

A fan of outdoor sex!! I love the picnic event in the game, so... He will feed you deliciously (sandwiches with tea), and then he will throw you on the blanket and do whatever you want together. He just loves all this scenic beauty of forests, lakes and just vegetation everywhere.

Cockwarming... During the game... It would calm him down! He feels your cock inside him (or vice versa), feels this warmth, fullness, you are next to him and for some reason the game becomes easier and for some strange reason he becomes focused.

So, the genitals... The penis is definitely bent down, the head is very thick, the penis itself is thin, about 5.7 inches in size. If we're talking about a pussy, it's quite ordinary, but he would have large labia and a mole on them. Little tits... B-cup. Unambiguous. And he would also have very attractive puffy nipples.

And speaking of nipples. I think they're pretty damn sensitive. He loves when a player's fingers or tongue are on his boobs, squeezing the muscles there, and then squeezing those rosebuds, causing him a familiar knot in his stomach.

His pubic hair is fine. They are not particularly neat, but they are trimmed, he more than observes hygiene, everything is fine there. And his hair is surprisingly soft there, so everything is fine!!

The idea came up right now about strangulation. In my opinion, he would have liked it if the player had held his neck while they were doing this (maybe squeezed if Robin was completely relaxed). Although this kink will immediately disappear if he survives the abduction that occurs if you do not take on Robin's debt.

Sex in the bathroom!! I really like this scene. And Robin, too. He sees you completely naked, just for him, surrounded by water and foam, while you wash each other, fuck, and then wash each other again. Well, what could be better?

Loves body-to-body sex. Well, for example, where you or he are lying on top of each other or where you are hugging and your bodies are almost one hundred percent touching. It brings him the necessary and incredible comfort.

One more small clarification about voyeurism. The idea came up now that he would like it if a player watched him finger himself/jerk off. He would have come from this at the speed of light or faster (with high confidence, though, he would have put on a show at the same time).

He loves it when a player leaves light bruises of their hands. No hickeys or bites. It's the handprints. He finds them very attractive and a sign that the player fucking wanted him so much that they couldn't control their grip (your back would say the same thing about him lol).

And the strange headcanon, of course! He probably read some silly facts in history textbooks and asked the player to repeat them. And the player read the facts from biology... And of course they repeated them too! Not meiosis and mitosis, of course, and certainly not budding, but it's also an exciting activity with a cardio load!!

Whitney the Bully.

!!Warnings: size difference, praise kink, humiliation kink, riding, face sitting, mention of tattoos and piercings, fetish on virginity (?), maths (trust me, it's sexy), oral sex, mention of sex toys, BDSM, home porn, nudes.

My favorite cruel blonde is here, and we'll start big, of course. He would probably agree to any adventure that the player would suggest (it's kind of like even canon). Do you want to make him up and crossdress him? Please do it. Do you want to hug him or literally squeeze him like a plush toy in public? Oh, go on. But he will definitely fuck the life out of you afterwards.

He probably doesn't have an absolutely strict "no". If you want something, you'll get it, with his permission, of course. Starting with a threesome, ending with the strangest, most horrible, disgusting scene you can imagine.

There is a hidden kink for praise. He will necessarily blush too much if a player sincerely praises him during sex (especially if it is something external, given that he is not sure about his appearance). It will only make his actions faster, but damn it, he'll like it and it's obvious.

A hidden romantic somewhere in the depths of his soul. He would sincerely enjoy the most ordinary vanilla sex from time to time (VERY rarely), where both of you just relax and fuck lying on the bed while he hugs one of his plush toys.

He is literally "the best sucker" in the game. He literally has an oral fixation. And probably a tongue piercing, because it's hot and suits him very well. Would give you such a wildly pleasant blowjob / cunnilingus/ rimming that your legs would then shake for a few more minutes.

Although he loves it when you do it. Even if you're a total virgin and absolutely don't know how to suck dick/eat pussy, he'll just love your enthusiasm for it. If you're lucky, he'll even cum from it or try on the role of a teacher and teach you where to put your tongue, fingers, where it's better to press, how and so on.

Face sitting!!! I want him to strangle me with his hips, my God.... Absolutely enjoys the sight of your face sinking between his thighs and would absolutely not mind drowning between yours, even if you are many times heavier/bigger (he is the epitome of the meme "he sat on my face and broke my neck").

Loves to hold grab the player by the waist. In non-intimate moments, his hand is most likely there (or on the player's ass lol). In intimate moments, he mostly grabs the sides / stomach of the player, because he likes him. It doesn't matter if you're overweight, if you're chiseled like an Adonis, or if it's just a waistline, he loves it.

He definitely has a thing for people with piercings or tattoos. Especially if they are intimate. That is, the piercings of the navel, penis / pussy / ass, nipples, tongue. Or tattoos on the lower back, ass, chest, genitals (and there are such things, yes).

He is the most unashamed LI, because he would do it anywhere, anytime, he absolutely does not care who is there and who is not there, he must do it. The player looks too sweet to resist.

The genitals!! The cock is very thick, VERY THICK. Although by itself it is slightly above average, maybe about 6.2 inches. The pussy is very beautiful (yes, I think he has an attractive pussy, but what?), probably a small clitoris. Tits... Either A-cup or D-cup, there is no between.

Hair... I don't think he has a lot of hair there in general, and he doesn't take much care of it, although he shaves it off when it becomes uncomfortable. But his hygiene is impeccable (do you have any idea how many people he fucks?).

Of course, everyone understands perfectly well that he has a kink for humiliating the player. But imagine what would happen if he praised them. It's just that one day it would slip out that the player is a "good boy" at a certain point in their sex and the player would come out of surprise (sorry, funny). He would use it later, very rarely, but so accurately.

Virgins turn him on. Or just people who don't know anything about sex. Well, more precisely, a player, he would hardly fuck with someone for one night who doesn't know what they're doing at all. So he's really turned on by all this, these pathetic attempts, these first successes, these first reactions and results, well, fucking sweet.

(Bottom!reader) My husband came up with a trick. You know, if he has a vagina (no matter what gender he is), he always wears a strap-on, or almost always. He has a huge collection of them, which he stole canonically from a sex shop and damn it, sooner or later he uses them.

Absolutely loves to ride a dick. Especially if the penis is huge or tiny. It just gives him a sense of some kind of pleasant satisfaction that he can hold onto something so huge or something so small, while still getting pleasure and delivering it in return.

A teaser to the core. He will play with your nipples, genitals, erogenous zones, will constantly kiss you, leave marks, rub against you, but will not give you what you needed until you take it yourself or start begging him.

I think he's a BDSM fan. Especially the dom/sub aspects, because he just loves to bend the player to his will, and of course he loves it even more if the player does it himself. If he's in love, he can switch roles if you want, he's not picky, but he'll still be bossy one way or another.

Uh, he'd be a fan of home videos. He would never show them to anyone, because they are only for his eyes, he just likes to watch them from time to time. Or your photos too, when you cum, fuck him or something like that.

He would love it if the player had a huge ass. He absolutely loves kneading it between his fingers, watching as it takes the shape of his palms. Would constantly slap it at any convenient or inconvenient moment.

A hidden kink for the size difference? He loves his partners bigger and taller. He likes to bend them to his feet, keeping the player on a leash (literally or not), even if they are high-rise compared to him.

And of course our favorite category. He loves to ask the player questions from time to time during sex, especially if they are barely thinking and the questions jump from "2+2?" to "find the minimum of the function y=x²-563x-89=0". Of course, he punishes the player in some way if they answer incorrectly, even if they understand that they will answer incorrectly. But if by some miracle they guess, then he will fulfill some of their requests.

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tentacleplains · 2 months ago

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It's Valentine's Day!

You look at the gifts you've gotten over the course of the day. You feel warm, for the most part. | -- Stress | - Trauma

Kylar hands you a bottle of a sweet-smelling, sparkly fluid. "F-for Valentine's Day," they mumble shyly, looking away. "I hope you think of me while you..." | - Jealousy

You can't tell if it's an aphrodisiac or some sort of love potion. Or both. | + Stress

Robin left a lollipop and a packet of candy hearts under your bed, alongside a handwritten note.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" it reads. "I'm really grateful for everything you do for me. I love you."

"P.S. - Don't let Bailey find the empty wrappers!"

You pop a conversation heart in your mouth. It's chalky and saccharine sweet. | - Stress | - Trauma

Whitney, flanked by their lackeys, accosts you in the hallways, pushing a bottle into your hands before you can react. They grope your ass while they saunter off, looking over their shoulder. | + Arousal

"Happy Valentine's Day, slut," they call after you. "I'll make good use of you later." | + Lust

You look at the bottle in your hands. It's chocolate flavored lube. You pocket it, thinking about what Whitney's planning. | + Stress | + Arousal

Avery handed off a box of chocolates as you got in their car.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my toy," they smile. "Have a treat, on me."

You take a bite of one of the chocolates. It's bittersweet, with a fruity creme liqueur in the middle. | - Stress

You polish it off and open the box for another, but Avery stops you with a glance. "Don't overindulge," they tell you sharply. "It's unsophisticated." | - Endearment | + Stress

Alex was still busying themself in the kitchen as you ate breakfast this morning, and once you finish your plate, they push a dish of chocolate covered strawberries your way.

"Happy Valentine's," they say. "Did a little extra foraging from the woodland. Wanted to surprise you."

They look at you expectantly, and a little nervously, so you pick up a strawberry and take a bite. It's sweet and juicy, the tart flavor cutting through the rich chocolate. | - Stress

Eden surprises you after dinner, presenting you with a homemade chocolate cake. They look embarrassed.

"Happy Valentine's Day." You take a bite of the cake. It's a little dry, but sweet. Crumbs fall from your fork. "Sorry it's not the prettiest. I haven't baked in a long time."

To reassure them, you tuck into it with gusto, cleaning off the plate in record time. A bit of frosting lingers on your lips, which Eden swipes away with their hand. The rough pad of their thumb catches on your lip. | + Arousal | + Lust

When you went to the pharmacy to pick up your prescription, you were handed a pill bottle with a bow around it. Even though there's no note, you figure this must be Harper's doing. | + Lust

You wonder if the contents of the bottle have been tampered with. | ++ Stress | + Trauma

Sydney, looking nervous, perks up as you approach the counter. Their hands are behind their back, clutching something.

"H-here!" they say, practically shoving a bouquet in your face. The wrapping crinkles as you take it from them, their face rapidly reddening. "I wanted to get you chocolates, but Headmistress Leighton doesn't allow food or drink in the library. I-I hope this is okay."

The flowers smell sweet. You hope they'll hold up in your locker all day. | - Stress | - Trauma

Leaning over the counter, Sydney plants a kiss on your cheek. "Happy Valentine's Day," they smile. "Thank you for loving me. I don't know who I'd be without you." | + Love

Remy hand-feeds you a bright, shiny apple.

"For my favorite cow," they say, patting your head with their free hand. | + Stress?

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deviouz · 2 months ago

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“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.

#the brainrot… it is consuming me…#just got the scene where they write on your pc in the cafeteria and i couldn’t help myself i fear #so take this shitty drabble while i go back to hiding in my decrepit little cave once again #. . . dol 💭#. . . sydney 💭#. . . kylar 💭#. . . my fics 💌#dol #degrees of lewdity #dol x reader #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #sydney dol #kylar the loner #kylar dol #dol smut

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propertyofkylar · 6 months ago

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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.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #sydney the fallen #kylar the loner #dol sydney #dol kylar #dol fanfic #sydpcky my ot3 fr fr #writing #kinktober

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laseracronym · 3 months ago

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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!)

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha x reader #reader insert #laser writes #drabble #kind of want to do more MHA students with loner!Reader

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lovinglonerhybrid · 6 months ago

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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.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #tfp #tfrb #rescue bots #tfrb blades #tfrb heatwave #tfrb chase #tfrb boulder #tfp optimus prime #my fic #a03 fanfic #lovinglonerhybrid #loner writes #flickers from the past

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eepitori · 1 month ago

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I kinda got invested in them

#sydney the faithful #kylar the loner #dol #degrees of lewdity #sydlar #i originally had actual words i wanted them to write on each other #but i completely forgot what they were

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silentprose · 3 months ago

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

#spilled thoughts #writers on tumblr #writing #spilled words #spilled ink #feelings #feelingsoftheday #loner #prose #my words #words #my thougts #thoughts #prisoner #overthinking

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dendrofiles · 23 days ago

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hi :3 can i req m!whitney fucking m!kylar cuz he's getting annoyed of kylar stalking and trying to steal his PC away (whitney and pc are in a... relationship if you can call it that)🙏🙏🙏🙏 non/dubcon whichever i don't mind

breaking point

YAYAYAYAY I ADORE THIS IDEA!!!! this is the second fic in a row where i’m just… bullying the fuck out of kylar lol. but this one is WORSE!!! i love evil yaoi. hope you enjoy oomf :3 also sorry this took me so long i decided to rewrite the whole thing oops

m!whitney x m!kylar (gn!reader discussed). NONCON!!! anal, hate sex, rough sex, spit (briefly), slapping, belly bulge, dacryphilia. 1741 words.

Whitney’s trainers squeaked against the linoleum floors as he stormed down the hallway. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms so harshly that they drew blood. He gritted his teeth. His vision blurred. The rage inside him was white-hot, simmering just beneath his skin, threatening to boil over. The other students scattered, instinctively moving out of his way as soon as they saw him. Whitney’s wrath was known throughout the school, and nobody wanted to be on the wrong side of his fists.

His head throbbed. He could barely think straight, his thoughts overlapping into an indecipherable, furious cacophony. He was just lucid enough to surge forward, his attention fixed on a short, dark-haired freak standing by his locker. Whitney heard a dark, animalistic sound leave his lips. He saw red. In the blink of an eye, he was standing behind Kylar. Whitney grabbed his hair and slammed his face into the grate of the locker.

Kylar let out a pained yelp. “G-get off me!” he demanded, struggling against Whitney’s grip.

Whitney leaned in over his shoulder, his hot breath dancing over the skin of Kylar’s ear. “Fuckin’ pervert,” he snarled. He flattened his palm against the metal on the other side of Kylar’s head, caging him in.

Kylar grunted, still trying to wriggle free. “W-what do you want?” he muttered.

Whitney slammed Kylar’s face into the locker again, eliciting another cry from the shorter boy. “What do I want, hm?” he mocked. “Here’s an idea. How about you stay the fuck away from my bitch?”

“Your… what?” Kylar managed, his voice hoarse.

“Don’t play dumb,” Whitney snapped. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re stalking my bitch. You stole their underwear and built that freaky little shrine to them.”

Kylar continued to squirm. Whitney shoved his thigh between his legs, pinning him in place.

“And now, they’re telling me that you snuck into their room last night,” Whitney growled. “Fuckin’ disgusting. Makes me sick to think about you putting your hands on them.”

It was true. A little earlier, you had come to Whitney, barely holding back tears. You had told him what had happened to you last night. Whitney felt the fury bubble up inside him. He asked you who had done this to you, already knowing the answer. Whitney left then, set on finding that creep. You were still too in shock to stop him.

Now, the culprit had stopped squirming. Kylar was strangely still for a moment. Then, he spoke.

“They’re not yours.”

Whitney’s grip on Kylar’s hair faltered. His face fell in shock for a moment before his rage returned with double the force.

“The fuck did you say?” Whitney hissed.

“I-I said…” Kylar breathed, his voice quivering. “They’re not yours.”

Whitney’s thigh dug harder into the space between Kylar’s legs. “Of course they’re mine,” he insisted. “They’re my slut.”

“No,” Kyler retorted. “They… they should be mine. It would be better for them. I-I’m the only one who can take care of them. They’ll see.”

The last frayed thread of sanity inside Whitney snapped. His mind went blank. He grabbed Kylar by the collar of his shirt, hearing the smaller boy choke slightly as the fabric pressed into his windpipe. Whitney dragged Kylar through the first door he saw. He flung the door shut, the sound resounding with a loud bang throughout the empty classroom. He threw Kylar down on the teacher’s desk, sending a few leftover papers flying. Kylar whimpered.

Whitney stared down at Kylar, his red-rimmed eyes filled with something terrifying and monstrous. “You…” he began, his voice low and hoarse. “You… fucking…”

Barely a second had passed before Whitney was lunging at Kylar, crawling on top of him on the desk. Whitney pressed his thigh back in its place between Kylar’s. His strong, nimble hand wrapped around Kylar’s wrists, easily pinning his arms above his head.

“You… are disgusting,” Whitney whispered. His voice rumbled against Kylar’s lips. “You… you’ll get what you deserve.”

Whitney pried Kylar’s lips apart. Kylar tried to turn his head away, but Whitney’s fingers dug into his jaw, holding him in place.

“Filth for filth,” Whitney muttered. He spat into Kylar’s mouth, then forced Kylar’s jaw shut. “Swallow.”

Kylar writhed, his legs kicking frantically, futilely. Whitney slapped him across the face. Kylar let out a small gasp, and his body stilled.

“Do what I fucking tell you,” Whitney grunted.

Kylar’s face was red, wrenched to the side from the impact of the slap. He slowly turned his head to face Whitney. A small trail of Whitney’s spit ran from the corner of his mouth. Whitney felt his cock twitch at the sight. It wasn’t that attracted to Kylar or anything. Obviously not. But someone who he despised was writhing beneath him. Someone who had wronged him was completely at his mercy. Who could blame him for getting horny from that?

Kylar peered up at Whitney and swallowed. Whitney’s eyes lingered on the gentle motion of Kylar’s throat bobbing. His free hand wrapped around Kylar’s neck. He didn’t try to choke him. It was the gesture that counted.

Whitney was about to speak when he felt something pressing against his leg. He glanced down and saw a tent in Kylar’s pants—not a huge tent, obviously, but still—poking into the flesh of his thigh.

Kylar let out a noise that sounded like a squeak. “I… I’m not…”

A sharp laugh from Whitney shut him up. “So, this is what gets you off, huh?” he mused. “You’re one of those sick fucks who needs to be abused to get his dick hard.”

“No!” Kylar cried. “I-I don’t like this!”

Whitney ignored him. His hand wandered down and tugged at the hem of Kylar’s trousers until they relented, slipping down his thighs. Whitney noticed immediately that Kylar wasn’t wearing underwear. He snorted.

“I-I forgot,” Kylar managed.

“Of course you did,” Whitney murmured.

He eyed Kylar’s cock. It wasn’t as small as he would have thought, but it wasn’t huge, either. It was perfectly average. In any case, Whitney pitied the poor fuck that would have this inside them one day, because it probably wasn’t all that clean.

He ran his thumb over the tip. Kylar’s whole body shuddered violently in response.

“Never been touched there before, have you?” Whitney tutted. “Damn shame. Well, I’m not going to touch you there either.”

He pushed himself up to kneeling and quickly undid his belt buckle. He pulled his pants and underwear down just enough to reveal his thick, erect cock. He liked it this way—Kylar fully exposed, terrified and quaking, and himself, almost fully clothed, with only his cock on display. Everything about Whitney screamed power. Just the way he liked it.

Whitney released Kylar’s hands. Kylar immediately tried to grab Whitney’s shoulders and push him away, but another slap across the face stopped him.

“You’re not getting out of this,” Whitney muttered. His hands, now free, gripped the undersides of Kylar’s thighs and lifted them up, practically folding the boy in half. He ignored the wail of pain from Kylar at the stretch.

Whitney lined up his cock with Kylar’s hole. It was only then that Kylar seemed to realize what was happening.

“D-don’t!” he shouted. “Stop! I-I’m not-”

Whitney tore at the fabric of Kylar’s shirt, ripping off a scrap just large enough to stuff into Kylar’s mouth. “Shut up and this will be a hell of a lot easier,” he hissed. “Who knows? You might even cum from it.”

Then, without any preparation or prelude, Whitney shoved his cock as far inside Kylar as it would go. Kylar’s screams of pain were muffled by the makeshift gag. Whitney gasped for air, hovering over Kylar as he adjusted to the feeling of being inside him.

“F-fuck,” Whitney whispered, his eyes wide with awe. “Fuck, I can’t believe this is your first time. I would’ve thought that someone would’ve discovered this tight hole sooner.”

With that, Whitney started moving, giving Kylar no chance for reprieve as he thrusted with a breakneck pace. Kylar’s screams were quickly reduced to pained whimpers. Tears spilled over the edges of his eyes, which only spurred Whitney on.

“Fuck, keep crying, that’s so good,” Whitney panted, his hips moving with an almost inhuman intensity. “You deserve this. You deserve every bit of this.”

Kylar’s cock leaked pitifully, red and untouched. A bulge formed on his stomach, his flesh protruding outwards from the sheer girth of Whitney’s cock thrusting into him. His torn shirt was the only thing left defending his dignity. His arms were technically free, but they weren’t of much use to him, pinned under his own thighs and the crushing force of Whitney’s strength.

Whitney laid a hand on Kylar’s stomach. “Look at that,” he said, his voice filled with awe. He fished around in his back pocket until he found his phone, then quickly snapped a photo of Kylar. When Kylar glared at him, Whitney laughed. “You think I’m sharing that photo? Fuck no. That’s all for me.”

All it took was a few more pointed thrusts into Kylar’s prostate before he was cumming hard, his back arching off the desk even as he fought against it. A series of strangled moans filtered through the fabric of the gag.

“See, you do like this,” Whitney breathed. “Told you so. Nasty little fucker.”

His movements grew more erratic as he neared his climax. “Gonna cum inside you,” he huffed. “I bet it’ll stay in you for weeks, since you never shower.”

Tears streamed down Kylar’s face, his body having long since gone limp. Whitney fucked him like a ragdoll, like a fleshlight, like he wasn’t human at all. A loud groan left Whitney’s lips as he came, his hot seed filling Kylar’s ass. He withdrew his cock, but the bulge in Kylar’s abdomen stayed. There was no sound in the room besides two sets of breaths—one blissful and satisfied, the other hoarse and labored.

Whitney stood up. He tucked his cock back into his boxers and re-buckled his belt. He snapped another photo of Kylar, wanting to preserve the image of his cum leaking out of the smaller boy’s ass, then slapped him one more time for good measure.

“Tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you,” Whitney threatened. He strode towards the door, slamming it shut as he shouted one last command over his shoulder:

“And stay away from my slut!”

#whitney the bully #kylar the loner #dol whitney #whitney dol #dol kylar #kylar dol #whitlar #kywhit #whitney x kylar #kylar x whitney #dol #degrees of lewdity #dol fanfiction #dol fanfic #dendro writing #mdni #tw noncon

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softmangoes · 1 year ago

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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.

#degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity fic #dol fic #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #whitney the bully #robin the orphan #kylar the loner #eden the hunter #ivory wraith #look i know ivory isn't a love interest but he is to me and we are married in cursed matrimony #anyway i am fascinated knowing that sydney has a sweet tooth and think he would just become so ravenous when corrupted #also eden tends to put pc's mending skills to WORK after he gets especially eager #my writing

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edenscollardrawer · 1 month ago

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Thirsty - transfem!Kylar/f!PC

18+, content warnings and tags: established relationship, jealousy, possessive behavior, angry sex, semi-public sex, breeding kink, creampie 1875 words ("we love jealous kylar!" everyone chants in unison)

Seagulls swooped down past your towel, pecking at the bugs hidden beneath the sand. Your girlfriend lay beside you, legs curled up to her chest as she drew the scene in her sketchbook. It’d taken some convincing to get her to come out to the beach; she was a creature of habit - didn’t take to new scenery too kindly. Leaning your head on her bony shoulder, you took in the intricate drawing. Kylar really was talented, every detail from the curve of its beak to the movement of its feathers - she captured the bird in stunning detail.

“So lovely…” You reached up to ruffle her hair, Kylar’s nose scrunching affectionately.

“You’re lovely.” She set her sketchbook off to the side and turned to you, booping your nose with the tip of her finger before quickly blushing and looking back to the waves. Toes curled in the sand, your head lulled back - the sun rays warming your cheeks. Waves crashed upon each other, the soft white noise soothing your senses. The repetitive sounds of the water snapped your attention to the growing dryness in your throat.

“I’m thirsty…” Pulling your sunglasses down over your eyes, you searched the beach bag next to you for a water bottle, but there wasn’t any. Your gaze darted around the beach, landing on Robin’s lemonade stand positioned further up the shore. Kylar followed your gaze, brows furrowing and upper lip curling with distaste before you even vocalized your idea.

“I didn’t bring any money.” She said, her tone laced with irritation.

“That’s okay!” Pushing yourself up, you grabbed ahold of your girlfriend’s hand. “I did!” Kylar groaned, mustering a string of protests as she dragged her feet through the sand while you pulled her towards Robin’s stand. Your chipper attitude did very little to ease her growing agitation, a frown growing across her sunburnt cheeks with every step you took. Quickly approaching the stand, Robin greeted the two of you with a bright, cheerful smile.

“Hey! It’s so nice to see you both,” She looked between the two of you, Kylar refusing to meet her gaze. “Do you guys want some lemonade?” Your girlfriend muttered something under her breath, prompting your elbow to dig into her side. Crossing her arms, she kicked idly at the sand as you conversed with Robin.

“Definitely! It’s a scorcher today, isn’t it?” Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a £5 note and handed it over to your friend. “Two cups, please. Keep the change.” Kylar stood beside you, glaring daggers at Robin and gritting her teeth.

“Thanks!” She beamed. “I don’t see you here often, Kylar. How are you liking the beach?” The auburn haired girl asked, grabbing two plastic cups from her stack. Your girlfriend pulled a face of complete disgust, like Robin had asked her something wildly invasive. Clearing your throat, a blush rose to your cheeks. Honestly, you’re not sure what you expected. An apologetic smile painted across your cheeks, Kylar mumbled an irritated response through her teeth. It was barely audible at all with the surrounding noises of the crowded beach. The moment Robin slid over the two cups, Kylar grabbed both of them and darted in the opposite direction. Your friend shot you a concerned glance as you apologized for your girlfriend and trailed after her, nearly tripping in the sand as you tried to keep up with her pace.

Kylar stomped right past the towel you’d been residing on, repeatedly looking over her shoulder to ensure you were still following. Making a b-line straight to the changing rooms, she pushed open the curtain, nearly spilling one of the cups of lemonade as she held it open for you. Without another word, she looked you in the eyes and dumped both cups of liquid on the ground.

“Hey!” You whined. There goes five pounds… Kylar lunged towards you, knocking you down onto the sandy ground of the changing stall. Landing with a loud ‘oof’, it took you several seconds to regain your composure, immediately pushing at her. “What’s gotten into you? Knock it off!” She growled in response, pulling at the string behind your neck that kept your bikini top tied on. The flimsy garment flopped down, exposing your breasts and forcing a yelp from your throat. Trying to cover yourself, Kylar grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“I don’t know what she has that I don’t,” She shook her head, eyes the size of Jupiter. Her voice was growing increasingly erratic. Oh Lord, here she goes. “You know I can love you so much more than she can!” You groaned, pushing against Kylar’s grip. For such a small girl, she really had a knack for keeping you restrained.

“Kylar, we’ve been through this! You know Robin is my frie-”

“Your friend,” The word exited her mouth like it was venomous. “I-I know - you’ve said that… But y-you don’t need friends, my love! I-I’m your friend!” She nodded, smiling maniacally down at you, her hands tightening their bond around you. One hand kept its grip around your wrists, the other reaching down to remove the last piece of your bathing suit. You kicked your legs, growing increasingly annoyed at your unhinged girlfriend’s antics. This only made her shove a knee into your crotch, grinding it there while she stared directly into your soul.

“Stop acting like this!” Your plea came out more like a whine, her knee hitting just the right spot between your legs. “K-Kylar!” A wide smile crossed her cheeks.

“D-don’t fight it, you just n-need to be reminded of our love!” Free hand kneading at your breast, she used an eager intensity that bordered on being painful. A small whimper escaped your throat, and Kylar leaned down to pepper kisses all along your exposed skin. Kissing quickly transformed into biting, then sucking - as she left a trail of hickies in her wake. Your resolve was quickly weakening, because quite honestly, it always kind of turned you on when she got like this. Maybe part of you had known this would happen. Grinding down against her leg, Kylar hummed softly into your skin.

“M-my love…” She cooed, finally releasing your wrists so she could cup your face in her hands. “R-Robin could never make you feel like this, y-you know that, d-don't you?” Kylar bucked against your thigh, and you could feel her erection growing underneath her swimsuit. A nod fell from your shoulders, making the crazed girl whimper in happiness - more sloppy kisses painted down the side of your neck. Kylar humped against your thigh like a dog in heat, whining possessive remarks of love in your ear. Reaching up, you tugged at the strap of her one piece - which she removed in record time.

“Fucking… stupid…” Kylar whined under her breath, grabbing ahold of her cock to align it with your entrance. Despite getting increasingly more aroused, she wasn’t really calming down about the whole Robin ordeal. “Dumb whore. wants to steal our love…” You could hardly make out anything she was saying, but you also didn’t care - more focused on the tip of her cock suddenly sliding into you. Her lips trailed down your body, dark marks being littered over your collarbones, your chest, your jaw - anywhere she could reach. She had one goal only: making sure that fucking slut knew you were taken.

“Kylar!” You moaned as she thrusted all the way in, burying herself inside you until her hips were pressed flush against yours. Cupping her palm against your face, she stared into your eyes with the fire of a thousand suns, stilling her movements. Hips bucking up into her, a whine escaped your chest - nails digging into her upper back as you silently begged for her to continue.

“Gotta...” she whimpered softly between words, “G-gotta make sure she knows…” Her hand on your face squeezed slightly, a maniacal smile spreading across her cheeks. Your girlfriend always did have a hard time moving on. It didn’t matter that her cock was buried inside you, because you were probably going to go home tonight and hang out with that goddamn bitch, playing her stupid fucking video games and laughing over your stupid fucking inside jokes. The thought made her thrust into you forcefully, a gasp shooting from your throat. Brows knitting together, she adopted a brutal pace - her gaze boring straight through you as you whined and whimpered helplessly.

“Y-you’re mine,” She whispered, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small changing tent. “You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine-” Her words blended together frantically, punctuated by small grunts and whimpers as her cock spasmed inside you. Your nails were almost certainly leaving deep scratches on the surface of her skin, each thrust causing you to dig in like a feral cat. Jesus, she’s fucking relentless. Reaching down between your sweaty bodies, she rubbed rough, quick circles over your clit as she continued pounding into your drenched cunt. Small pleas continued to pour from your throat, though you weren’t entirely sure you even meant it. This was one of the things you loved about your girlfriend.

“M-make sure it stays in, gonna make sure you’re all full…” She whispered in that characteristically deranged tone as her movements stuttered, thin chest heaving while she grew closer to her peak. “Can't… c-can’t leave me once I get you pregnant…” Of course, you never planned on leaving her - but in Kylar’s mind, it was a certain fate. You would leave her for that brainless bitch, Robin, unless she got you good and knocked up. Fast. Hands moving up to grasp your hips, Kylar held you firmly in place as her seed spilled into you, the warmth filling your core.

“W-want that… that piece of shit… to see my.. m-my cum dripping out of you…” She whispered, peppering more kisses up your neck as she stayed inside you, her softening cock keeping her jizz firmly locked inside. You didn’t bother defending your friend throughout any of this, it only would’ve spurred her on, anyways. After several minutes of smooches and whispered affections, Kylar finally pulled out of you. Two fingers reached down and smeared the leaking cum down your inner thighs, ensuring it would be visible to anyone who looked.

“S-she’ll see. She’ll see, y-you’re all mine. Not hers, never hers, right?” She stuttered psychotically, slipping her swimsuit back over her lithe shoulders. Her stare would’ve made you uneasy if you didn’t find her delusional tendencies so endearing.

“Yes, baby. All yours…” You sighed softly, tying your string bikini back onto your body. Though you couldn’t see it for yourself, you knew you were completely covered with the evidence of Kylar’s jealousy. Hickies covered every inch of your upper body, her seed marking your thighs, your hair disheveled and littered with sand. Kylar looked you up and down with a crazed grin, nodding in satisfaction. You’d become a canvas, her possession painted all over your body’s surface. What a beach day this had become…

“I’m thirsty. Let’s go get more lemonade now.” Kylar’s tone was chipper and confident, her green eyes raking over her handiwork. Next time you’d choose a more private date destination, ideally without any friendly run-ins.

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