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digenerate-trash · 5 months

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School love intrests Yan head cannons. I should make more indepth ones but here's some crumbs (amab.)

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Whitney:

licks your blood off his knuckles every time he gets a swing in. It gets him stupid hard.

when you can get the upper hand in a fight he falls more in love with you

has threatened to kill his friends over you.

only started roaming the residential alleys because they're close to the orphanage.

when he first realized he had a crush on you he considered killing you.

P!Sydney:

considers you an angel no matter what

wants you pure because the idea of anyone having you makes him physically ill

told Jordan about you and then immediately regretted it because Jordan started warning him about temptation and obsession and all that nonholy jazz

knows that you're constantly being accosted and legitimately believes that praying until their knees are bruised will help

C!Sydney:

Knows about Kylar's crush on you and taunts him subtly.

very forward with you

marks his territory constantly

big into touching and feeling your hair (I just get this /feeling/ okay???)

not big into violence. But would absolutely fight Kylar or Whitney for you if you asked

he would much rather get them in trouble with the teachers.

any time Kylar or Whitney corners you and then a teacher immediately shows up? Sydney.

Robin:

manipulative as hell

will absolutely get you sick on purpose so they have to take care of you

has told Baliey that you broke the rules just so you'll come crying to them once you're hurt.

fucked with your birth control.

believes in /consent/ (will never fuck you without permission but still watches you sleep and jerks off beside your bed and touches you while you're asleep)

somno freak. (If you're not awake to see him being creepy it never happened.)

has proposed to you as a "joke"

Kylar:

he's already so yandere so let's just go over my personal head cannons

scent kink

thought he was asexual until he met you know he's a jerk-off addict with a serious problem

will kill for you

Man would totally drink your piss

#sydney the fallen #sydney the faithful #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #robin the orphan #kylar the loner #yandare #tw yandare #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #gn reader #x reader

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bunnyhatty · 2 months

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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.

#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ six's writings #x reader #x gn!reader #robin the orphan #kylar the loner #sydney the fallen #sydney the faithful #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity x reader #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ six's dol writings

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youronlydarlin · 3 months

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warnings: kinda dub conish?? I dunno, mean robin, nasty robin, and oh, freak kylar up ahead

umm, I need a Robin who's mean at high confidence yaknow. A Robin that's slightly toxic, and maybe even a bit of a bully. He's a soft spoken manipulator at best.

Robin who finds out about the camera hidden in the beat up looking owl plushie that skinny freak gave you. It sits at the top of your wardrobe, having the perfect view of whatever happens in your room. So, sick lil fuck Robin's mental light bulb turns on, and it brings up an amazing idea. By great idea I mean he fucks you stupid on your "barely able to fit two people" bed, the springs creaking almost as loudly as the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall. Doesn't even care about waking up the other orphans, only a little bit on Bailey's part though, but with the way his office is able to block out the cries of all the lil shits that crossed him, then those walls are probably soundproof.

Ne ways, you probably didn't get to sleep much that night. The only rest you got was when you passed out from Robin's nonstop drilling to your poor, sore, hole. Gives you a kiss on the cheek when he wakes up, and a half assed sorry about last nights shebang. Once he's finally in school, he seeks out the little twerp, finding him in the courtyard back pressed to a tree. Kylar looks as every bit as fucked up as you were last night, face flushed, and breathing heavily. Your whorish moans escaping his taped together earphones, all because he's blasting your sex tape in full volume, and the idiot's probably unaware of it too.

Looking up to see Robin, Kylar scrambles to pause the video, the greasy screen making him fumble with it longer.

Long story short, Robin makes Kylar pay for the supposed big favor that he just did for the lil freak. And though jealous that it's Robin who's able to fuck you everyday, he eventually forks in his cash.

This probably becomes a regular thing. Robin fucking you raw after the days over, and Kylar beating his dick to his rhythm.

a/n: so this was kinda ass, but eh, technically first written post?? M'a new writer ig, so feel free to correct me on anything wrong, also not proofread mb I'm horny

#dol #robin the orphan #kylar the loner #degrees of lewdity #x gn reader

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smuthospital · 6 months

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⭐️Yandere Kylar x Reader⭐️

Premise: You're a streamer, and your biggest fan really really likes you

Warning: Non-con, kidnapping, gn reader

Minors DNI

Bright lights flash in your eyes, your fingers rapidly bashing buttons on your keyboard, your other hand furiously clicking your mouse. You whine as your character suddenly falls to the ground, dead.

"Ok, guys! Ok, I get it! I know I'm not that good at this game! No need to tease me!" You laugh. Inside, you're a bit peeved. These stinky bastards aren't here for your gameplay so they better shut up. Shut up and enjoy their eye candy. You're currently streaming an online first-person shooter. You made your little hobby into a little side hustle not too long ago. Guys love watching hot people play games and it's proven to be profitable. "I'm cute? Well thank you, Mr. Husband!" This guy is a regular. Gotta give him those shout-outs he practically pays for.

As much as it hurts to deal with these weirdos, It helps with expenses. You've even seen Robins username pop in and out quickly, probably hoping you didn't see. At first, you were uncomfortable with acting all sweet for your audience, but you warmed up to the idea when it started staving off your bastard Landlord at the orphanage you live in, Bailey. You play games dressed sexy, say sweet dumb things and the money comes pouring in.

These poor, lonely guys send you money in hopes you'll give them a crumb of attention, and you do. Sometimes, you say their names. You don't exactly care that you're taking their money at all. It's a gift! It's not like you forced them to give you money, nor did you even ask. They just want a chance to get in your pants and you're not gonna stop them from dreaming. You can't count the number of times people in the chat have asked if you have an onlyfans.

You'd never, of course, date one of these pigs. You imagine your viewers are stinky, slimy, greasy and would cum in their pants at just seeing you in person. Their whole body is probably sticky to the touch and shower maybe once a month they probably have piss filled mountain dew bottles on the floor next to their pc and shit stains on their seat. You're pretty sure a few guys in the comments are jerking off as you stream this very second.

A few times, you've received ominous messages in the comments from different users, almost threatening you for some ridiculous problem they have with you. How you play, what you're wearing, or just your face, so you make sure to always hide your location and are very vague about your personal life. You're used to them being weird, saying things about what they'd do to you if they were alone with yo- Just have to learn to ignore it. You calm yourself down.

"Well, that's enough for today, I'm getting sleepy! It was nice playing with you today. I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight, love you!" You blow a kiss at the camera. You see people commenting their 'i love you too's and whining about how you could stay a bit longer' in the chat before you disconnect. You made $540 from that two-hour stream. You received most of it from the same person. Mr.Husband. Not one minute after closing the stream, you get a message. You thought you disabled direct messages? You notice that it's to your personal account that's open on another tab from an unnamed account. No bio, no profile picture.

New user: Hey

New user: Do you want to meet up sometime? For coffee?

You: Who's this?

New user: I'm Kylar. You can get to know me when we get coffee.

You: Uh no? How the fuck do you know me?

New user: I love your streams, pretty. Drop the fucking attitude before you piss me off. I knew you'd be more of a bitch off-camera. You just look too good to be good hearted. You have to be taught obedience. You're lucky I care about you so much.

You: Keep your tiny prick away from me. I never want to see you in my presence. Disgusting. Ugly pig. Do me a favor and never ever leave your dirty cave. Go fuck yourself

New user: Wanna watch?

*New user has now been blocked*

You stand up and walk away from your computer. how the fuck did he find your actual account? You don't even have your real name anywhere. You start to undress, not noticing your computer's camera has flicked on again.

In a dark room, a man fists his massive cock slowly, eyes trailing up and down his obsession through the screen. His mind is filled with all the things he wants to do to a little cock tease like you. Ruin you, break you, crush you under his weight, teach you a lesson for whoring yourself out. A cute treat like you should have better manners "Pig...tiny prick. Ah, (y/n) I can't let you just say those things to your husband." he watches as you slide your underwear down, eyes zeroing in on the crevice between your thighs as you bend over. He shudders as hot baby batter coats his chest and thighs, continuing to roll down his cock in fat globs.

Two days later, you're walking back home from a late shift at the cafe. You plan to stream when you get home.

Something is watching you.

Cold sweat dribbles down the back of your neck. You shiver, the cold night air doing nothing to calm you. You can feel eyes drilling holes into your back. You picked up your pace, your eyes darting all around. Who is it? What do they want? You think you can hear footsteps not far away. They're getting closer. You break into a sprint and make it to Danube street before you're tackled to the ground. All air is pushed from your lungs, depleting you of oxygen. You do your best to fight against your unseen attacker, but they're far too strong. You try to scream, but only a wheeze comes out. The man roughly picks you up like a sack of potatoes under his arm and carries you into a mansion nearby.

He walked down a flight of stairs and threw you to the ground. You tried to scramble away, but he grabs your ankle and drags you back to him. You get a look at his face in the dim light. He's handsome, but his expression strikes fear in your heart. Fury is the only word you can think of to describe it. You scream and flail your limbs wildly, trying to get him the fuck off of you. You hear a crack and before you realize what happened, your cheek is burning. "Shut." Smack "The." Smack "Fuck." Smack "Up." He's seething by the end. Your head was knocked back into the ground by the last hit. A dribble of blood runs down your nose, your cheeks completely red and moderately swollen. You're no longer trying to fight him, head far too foggy to do anything but lay there in pain.

"I'm sorry, baby." He huffs, calming down a bit. "Don't fight me and that won't have to happen again." He wiped at the blood on your face with his thumb, cradling your cheek. A blush creeps over his face along with a deranged smile as he stares down at you with his unblinking eyes. "You're just so perfect. Everything." You feel a bulge forming atop you where he's straddled. He pants heavily as he looks you up and down. Hot tears slip down your swollen cheeks at the realization that you can't get yourself out of this one.

You lie completely still as he palms his crotch in front of you. "I...I'm kylar...you said I have a small prick, (Y/n)... That wasn't very nice. You should say things like that to your husband." You stare at him in awe...it's..the guy from the chat. did he find you? He's crazy. He's insane. He's gonna kill you. Your chest heaves up and down uncontrollably. You feel blood rushing to your ears, feeling the most fear you've ever felt in your entire life. He takes notice of your panic attack and tries to calm you. "H-hey! Shhh, it's ok, just breathe!" You don't hear a word he's saying and thrash wildly again. Your legs kick underneath him, but his body doesn't budge an inch.

You freeze when you feel his lips smash onto yours. He grabs your wrists in one hand above your head, effectively immobilizing you. It feels like he's trying to eat you, no longer caring about your little tantrum. "Just stay still." He mutters as his large hands roam up and down your body like he's waited his life for this moment. You feel his ever growing bulge rub against your stomach. He grabs your hands before you could try to fight him again.

"...You know...I've been giving you my good money, (Y/n). All because I knew how hard it was to live on your own. But now you're here with me. You'll be my personal house whore." You feel his breath hit your cheek. "Please...let me go. I didn't do anything to you!" You're full on sobbing at this point and to your horror, you feel his cock twitch against you.

"Oh fuck! Keep crying for me like that, baby." He's clawing your pants. Your eyes dart around the room for anything that can help you, but your blood runs cold when you just see hundreds of photos of you plastered all over his walls, some even on his ceiling. You hear a loud tear. This animal ripped your pants and underwear in the process of ridding them from your body.

You're a shaking mess as he cups your sex in his hand. "K-Kylar, please!" You cry, trying to appeal to his humanity. He groans, a little wet spot of pre cum appears on his crotch. "Say my name again." He demanded. His fingers rim around your hole, threatening to dive in. You quiver at the feeling. He unzipped his pants and you feel something impossibly large, heavy and hot slam onto your stomach with a thud.

He releases you momentarily and moves himself lower on your body, his head between your legs. His arms circle around your thighs in a vice grip. He takes a strong whiff and lets out a moan. You feel his tongue slide up and down your sex as his fingers plat around with your hole before dipping half a finger in. You're too dry, it hurts! You whine and struggle, uncomfortable. His finger dips all the way in, uncaring for your pleasure. You scream as he continues to thrust his finger inside you as his mouth engulfs your sex. He removes his finger and lifts himself off you. You sigh in relief.

That relief dies as you feel his meaty cock push at your hole. He begins to push in, but your hole resists. It's too big. He lets out a sound of annoyance before spitting on his hand and rubbing the liquid up and down his cock. It does little to help aid in his entrance. "This may hurt a bit…a lot actually." He wicked grin stretches across his face before he rears his hips back and forces his cock through. You let out a blood curdling scream he rips through your insides. He's only halfway in, your walls desperately trying to push him back out. He holds onto your waist and pulls you into him, bottoming out. You feel like you're bleeding, but you're too afraid to look down.

You can hardly breathe. His cock feels like it's in your stomach. Your body twitches, hot tears slipping past the corners of your eyes as you wheeze out please for mercy. He only looks down at you in awe at your beauty. "Oh, you're so cute like this! I knew you could take it! I know it hurts now, but just give it time." His thumb rubs at your tears. There's nothing you can do to get out of this. You feel completely helpless.He pulls himself out, and slowly goes back in, groaning. "Fuck, you're so tight" he grunts. You close your eyes and hear a flash. Your eyes snap open to see he's holding a camera. A blinding light fills your vision along with a 'click'. This sick fuck.

You let out an involuntary moan when he shoves himself into you at just the right angle. He presses himself deep inside you, holding himself there, his cock hugging your sweet spot. "Ah (Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)!" He chants your name like a mantra at each thrust, but you can barely hear him. All you can do is feel him. Hurt hurts so bad but feels equally as good.

You can't help but let little sounds of pain and pleasure spill from your lips as his hips ram into yours. You look up to see his eyes are completely rolled back. His lips press wet kisses to your cheek. You feel a knot start to build in your lower stomach without your consent and you feel yourself lift onto cloud nine. "Oh (Y/n), cum for me! Cum for your husband!" He moans. You feel shame and pleasure wash over you as you do just that. You clench around him, his breath hitches in his throat at the feeling. He slams into you harder and harder. The over stimulation is killing you now. It's too much!

You think he might break something inside you, you think his dick might knock your brain out of your skull with how hard he's pounding. You feel like your organs will never be the same. "Gonna get you pregnant, gonna breed you again and again. Gonna have my babies. We'll be great parents!" His muttering awakens what's left of the fight in you. "Ah! N-no, stop! I-I can't!" His hand slams over your mouth, his bottomless green eyes staring directly into yours. He lifts your legs up and puts them over his shoulders in a tight mating press.

He hits your special spot and your eyes roll back. He can reach far deeper like this. He slams into you with one final thrust, pressing into you with his full weight. You can't breathe. The over stimulation finally comes for you and you cum all over his cock again. You feel his cock twitch before unloading what seems to be an endless supply of semen into you. You can almost hear the wet sound of him cumming inside you. Your lower stomach rises by the sheer volume of cum produced. You wonder if he used to be a bull at Remy's farm or something. That thought quickly vanishes along with your whole mind as your brain is unable to produce anymore thoughts.

With a satisfied sigh, he pulls his slipping wet cock out of you, a rush of lightly pink cum following after, quickly stopping when he plugs you up with a small plug. His cock isn't even fully soft. You pray he doesn't decide he wants a round two. "That wasn't so bad, now was it? You were crying for nothing." He pants. He kisses your temple before picking you up by your waist, once again like a sack of potatoes in one arm. He walks over to a mattress on the floor and drops you on it, your body softly bouncing on top before settling in a heap. He had a mattress the whole time and still fucked you on the cold, dirty cement floor!? You hear a click and see he's chained your right angle to the wall. He smiles at you and pevks you on the lips the way a husband would before leaving to work. His mood did a 180. He's so very cheerful, his handsome face cheerfully grinning down at you like you're a cute little kitten.

"You did really well today, (Y/n), my love. I'll be back tomorrow. You won't get dinner tonight because you fought me so much, but you'll learn to behave. I want to treat you better, so please be good for me. Goodnight." With that, your new 'husband' stands up to his full height and walks upstairs, leaving you in the cold pitch darkness of the basement.

#lemon #non con #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #dead dove do not eat #degrees of lewdity #kylar the loner

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hatkuu · 7 months

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loosely based drabble ficlet off of this @inkyquince reblog (the tags inspired me ahah)

m!kylar x gn! reader

tw: discussions of marriage, (it's kylar), it's smut turned fluff... yeah.

"N-No- (Name), you- you don't h-have to--"

"Kylar. I want to do this."

He chews his bottom lip between his teeth, swallowing heavy as you toy with the fabric of his school shorts. Kylar whimpers as your hands graze against his swollen hard on, gasping when you smile up at him and press your cheek against his clothed cock. Your hands snake across the expanse of his thighs, laying dormant as Kylar trembles, hands twitching eagerly above you.

"You did such a good job protecting me, you know?" You press a loving kiss to him, your eyelashes fluttering against the fabric of his shorts like butterflies on heliotropium. "I really appreciate you... I want to show you how much you mean to me--"

"I really appreciate you too!" Kylar blurts out, blushing profusely, grabbing you under your armpits and lifting you up as if you were a kitten rather than his lover. "I want to-- I want to keep you safe and, and if you'd let me, I'd take you a-away from this town I--" Kylar stops himself, beathing deep to compose himself for you. "I want to make you the happiest in the world-- and I-- I'll do whatever you want me to!" You pout at Kylar, your cheeks just as flushed as his own. Nevertheless, you still lean into his touch, absorbing all the meaning of his words.

"This was supposed to be about you-- not about making me happy!"

Kylar smiles bashfully, his hands sliding from your armpits to your waist as he guides you towards himself in a passionate embrace. His head falls forward into the crux of your neck and you feel the ghost of a smile still upon his lips. Dark tressles of hair brush against your skin, all you can smell is the uniquely spicey scent of Kylar and the new rose-scented shampoo you coaxed him into using. It's nice. He's started taking your self-care advice more. His nails are cleaner, less bitten down by anxiety and overthinking. His skin is clearer, less dry and scabbed over. His eyebags, still prominent, have faded to a pale green rather than the sickly purple they once were. You return his embrace, slowly tracing your fingers in small repetitive circles across his back. Kylar hums appreciatively, nuzzling further into your neck, softly pressing a thankful kiss against your skin. He murmurs against your skin, though you don't catch the words.

"Hmm?"

You wordlessly ask, still tracing soft circles against the clothed skin of his back.

"I'm going to marry you," Kylar replies, oh so casually against you, pressing another kiss to your jaw. Though, this kiss is far less gentle than the last. It's lovingly possessive, and you can feel the remnants of his saliva against your jaw when he parts from you. You look to meet his gaze. His eyes are consumed with so many emotions, something you cannot translate for the life of you. A light, shiny sheen of sweat coats his forehead, his hair sticking to it at haphazard angles. You reach for it, gently pushing the hairs back for him. Kylar's gaze never falters. "You'll be my spouse-- and, and we'll just have eachother and--"

"Yeah? We can if you'd like to."

Kylar smiles even wider, the possessiveness morphing into unbridled, overwhelming joy. "R-Really? You-- You want to get married?"

You hum affirmatively, leaning forward to press a kiss against his forehead.

"Kylar..."

His breath hitches as you breath his name from your perfect lips. You utter it like a prayer, like something worth saying. Kylar groans, unashamed at the pleasure that wracks his body. You feel so, so good. He never wants to let you go.

"...Don't you think we should... consummate our marriage?"

#kylar the loner #dol #dol kylar #kylar #kylar x reader #its currently 4:11 am in aus #i am crazy for hog help #kuuskylarposting

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xlovingcupcakex · 5 months

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GN!Kylar x GN!Reader - Going Home

We all need a Kylar palette cleansing from all the smut. I know I do. Love y'all and I hope the short story is enjoyable to read, since it's my first time writing Kylar lol. Some fluff with slightly suggestive themes. But it's mostly kissing. 1.1k words.

“Tell me how much you love me. Don’t leave. Please.”

Kylar clutched onto your hand as you tried walking away from them. Their grasp was uncomfortably tight, almost to a point where you were sure it would leave a bruise. Upon no answer from you, they squeezed even tighter. Your hand felt numb.

You looked into their eyes, gaze trailing from the greenery of the park to their shoes, slowly trailing upwards until you met their eyes. Green. Insecure.

Instead of opening your mouth, you tugged them toward you. As soon as they were close enough, you wrapped your arms around them. At that point their breath hitched, and their grasp was light enough to free your hand. Their attention was elsewhere. On you.

As you placed your head on top of his, Kylar instantly melted into your touch, soon turning into a puddle right in your arms. They snuggled closer into your neck, breathing loudly as they inhaled your scent through their nose. You were so close. You smelled so good. Almost too good for your own good.

You traced circles on their back and when they finally, fully relaxed in your arms, you opened your mouth.

“I love you, Kylar.”

Shortly after, you pressed a kiss on their temple, hoping to comfort them. It almost made them moan on the spot, but it came out more as a whimper, sound barely pushed out of their lips.

Kylar placed their hands on your waist, before tightening their hold on your form, securing that you won’t walk away so quickly. They pressed a sloppy, wet kiss on your neck as you stood by the fountain.

“S-Stay, Love. Don’t go.”, they continued pressing clumsy kisses on your neck and collarbone, hoping to persuade you.

You rolled your eyes playfully at that. Your hand traveled up their arm, until you reached their face. Cupping their cheek, you put a stop to their ministrations and turned their head carefully up, closer to your head. Bringing your noses closer, you nuzzled their nose, before placing a few butterfly kisses all over their face, especially their squishy cheeks. You bit their cheek teasingly, at which a squeal left their lips.

Their hair stood up, creating goosebumps all over their body. You were their god. Your touch was heavenly. All they ever dreamed of. All they ever desired. And there you were, right at their fingertips. Welcoming their touch. Not pushing them away.

You were absolutely perfect. Perfect for them.

You made them complete.

“It’s late, Kylar. I need to go,” you ruffled and played with their hair a little, the affectionate gesture made them physically less tense, but the same thing couldn’t be said about their mind. You carefully unwrapped yourself from their grasp, holding onto their hand to keep them complacent.

You continued to hold their hand as you slowly made your way to the exit of the park, the late-night lanterns lighting up the way as you went hand in hand.

“You should walk me home, if you want to spend more time together, Ky.”

Using their nickname was the final step of persuading them to let you go, and it seemed to work. They obediently nodded their head, ears still red from the physical touch both of you shared seconds prior. Kylar clings to you, putting one arm around your hips and placing their head on your shoulder as you walk with them. They seem to be enjoying it a lot. You lead the way slowly, taking your time as you walked with Kylar through Nightingale Street, then towards Wolf Street.

Each time anyone did as much as look at you, Kylar made sure to throw them the most threatening, nasty glare they could muster. Which, admittedly, didn’t look much like a threat, but still kept the perverts away. With how they held you closer and walked slightly ahead, almost shielding you with their body, it was obvious that messing with you was more trouble than it was worth, even if the threat looked like the equivalent of a chihuahua.

Soon, you were right in front of the orphanage, less than a minute away from your front door. You looked at Kylar, ready to say your goodbyes. But the way they were begging you for anything with their eyes, you were ready to give them a little treat before saying your goodbye.

Closing the gap between the two of you, you brought your hand to their chin and tilted their head, giving you better access. They followed your lead without skipping a beat, ever so eager to please you in any way they can, desperate for your affection.

Soon, your breaths were mingling together and the gap between the two of you was completely closed. You swiftly locked lips, your tongue tasting their mouth and asking for more. Kylar eagerly grabbed your waist and pulled you close, pushing their tongue into your mouth and mixing your saliva with theirs. Now, a small part of them became a part of you, and vice versa.

They tried sneaking their hand under your clothes, eager to touch your naked skin. But you stopped them. Bringing a knee between their legs, you applied pressure and in a circular motion, you massaged the area between their legs.

In a second, they pressed their lips together and pulled away, trying to keep the sound coming out of their mouth at bay. You applied more pressure with your knee, and tugged at their hair, albeit rather roughly. They seemed to enjoy it. As soon as their mouth opened, you pulled them in for the last, passionate kiss, before pulling away for good.

“Thanks for walking me back home, Love. Be good and be careful on the way back.”

Before they could say anything, you removed your knee and let go of their hair.

Their expression was still dumbfounded and dazed, not quite registering that your form already slipped past the door, and they were standing alone.

The ringing in their ears would not stop as they grasped at their chest, evening their breathing to the best of their ability as the painful throbbing between their legs would not calm down, no matter what they did.

But it’s okay, soon you’ll be completely theirs. They have nothing to be afraid of.

After all, you belong only to them. They will make sure of that.

+++ Lust

#dol kylar #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar x reader #kylar the loner #degrees of lewdity #dol x reader #degrees of lewdity x reader #Loving's Writing

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yaekiss · 9 months

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꩜ Room Content: GN! Reader x GN! Yan! Sydney the Faithful, no gendered terms used for reader or Sydney, nsfw bulleted point towards the end where reader tops and chokes Sydney, unhealthy relationship from Sydney, worshipping, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: This is so all over the place my bad LOL anyways some quick thoughts on how yan!Sydney the Faithful would play out, I also have thoughts about how it'd be like once the relationship has corrupted Sydney into their Fallen development but those r thoughts for another day orz...

- Started out as something harmless and cute, you spent so much time with them and you're one of the nicest people they've met in school so far, you’re probably their first crush ever !

- And when you reciprocate their love confession, those euphoric firework feelings never really fizzle out

- As your relationship progresses, you become all they can think about, be it while stamping the overdue books during their morning library counter duties or during mass

- Their eyes wander to where you’re seated at the end of the pew, next to some other initiate. Maybe you’re talking to them, maybe you’re just quietly listening to Jordan, but neither stop a strange new emotion from bubbling up in them

- When they see Jordan push the bread into your mouth, something in them twists. They’re not sure if they want to be the one to gingerly press the bread onto your tongue or if they want you to be the one to do the same to them

- If you took Jordan’s place, would they be able to hold back from enveloping your fingers in their mouth? To stop themselves from savouring you as if you were holier than anything in the temple itself? Sydney has to shake to clear away the thoughts, which catches your eye and, heavens above, what wouldn’t they do to keep your gaze upon them for a second more?

- Also thinking about a Devotion meter that serves as something like Kylar's Jealousy meter

- But unlike Kylar, they're more self-assured in your love for them. If anything, the more you remain steadfast in your relationship with them when others try to steal your attention away, the faster their devotion accumulates. (It’ll be even worse if you had an angel transformation, what’s stopping them from believing you should be worshipped?)

- Both Sirris and Sydney know about your living circumstances so it's not terribly difficult to convince their parent to let you stay over for a night or two when they come to pick Sydney up at the temple. Besides, Danube street and the orphanage are so close to each other, it’ll be no trouble at all!

- And if they take your hand into their clasped ones in the middle of the night, knelt at the edge of the bed while you’re asleep, feverishly praying for salvation for the both of you, surely you wouldn’t mind

- They find themselves rubbing at their holy pendant a lot more these days when they think about you. (When their thoughts stray into more inappropriate unholy territories, they fantasise about you wrapping the cord of their pendant around your hand to use it as leverage while you pound into them, the sensation of being choked by you might just send them to heaven ♡)

- Perhaps they need to bring you to the prayer room to fully show how much they need to worship you + + Devotion

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#📜.qi writings #📜.qi rambles #yandere #degrees of lewdity #dol #dol x reader #yandere dol #sydney the faithful #dol sydney #dol sydney x reader #yandere dol sydney #yandere x reader #not... super sure if I'm happy w this since it's super rough but then again my bullet point thoughts r meant to be rough ig??#maybe I'll string this into a fic one day #anyways my dearest dol mutuals feel free to like add on any yan!sydney thoughts <33 #really wanted to bring out the religious kid's first crush gone wrong (gone yan) kind of vibe #idk if it's clear enough #hmm

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propertyofwhitney67 · 3 months

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I have another silly thought:

Showing Whitney your own plushies.

Telling him their names and how you got them. Then you show one plushie and say "this little guy's name is Whitney jr. and I got him because he reminds me of you"

Fucking love this so I had to do a mini fic

M!Whitney x GN!Reader

Tw: none

Words:225

Your collection was small. You didn’t have much money or room, but you cherished the ones you have that are totally not stolen whatsoever. “Sometimes I forget how shitty you live.” Whitney said offhandedly as he entered your small messy room at the orphanage. He spotted your poorly hidden plushies in the corner of your room, “Oh, what do we have here?”

I sighed, not bothering to stop him. “Be careful, some are old.” There were a few from when I was young and in the ward, ones I cherished dearly. Most are new though. Ones I’ve stolen and ones I won at the arcade with Kylar.

He rolled his eyes but was more gentle, “Names?” He seemed too embarrassed to elaborate further, but I understood what he meant.

I picked up the squishmallow cow first, “This is Velma. Feel how soft.” I handed her to him and picked up my opossum plushie, “This is Amy.” I petted her before putting them down and picking up a mangy and feral looking cat, “And this is Whitney jr.” I smiled mischievously and presented the cat to him. He narrowed his eyes but took them, “They reminded me of you, angry but cute.”

“You’re lucky I love you…” He mumbled while looking at the mangy cat.

I laughed and put Jr. in his hands, “Want to see the others?”

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

#asks #dol #dol fanfic #dol fanfiction #dol whitney #whitney the bully #whitney x reader #degrees of lewdity whitney #whitney dol #dol whitney x reader #whitney degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully x reader #whitney x reader fanfic #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity fanfic #degrees of lewdity imagine #degrees of lewdity imagines #degrees of lewdity x reader #degrees of lewdity fanfiction

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apple-orchards-writings · 3 months

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M!Angel!Kylar x Gn!Reader x M!Angel!Sydney

TW: voyeurism, exhibitionism, somnophilia if you squint, non con, kylar and sydney are two little freaks and i love them

Angel! Kylar that’s been watching you for ages, enamored with the way you simply are, from your smallest mannerisms to your strongest beliefs, he loves it all. Really, he does! He just wishes he could watch you all the time, but he’s so unlucky, stupid prim and proper Sydney got assigned to you instead of him. It’s not fair, Sydney doesn’t even know your schedule or what kind of porn you watch ! Only Kylar knows that, so that proves that only Kylar is qualified to watch over you, and take care of you, and cherish you and take you away only for himself- Ah but he’s getting ahead of himself there.

Really, Sydney’s just getting in the way. There’s no way that he can make you happy. And, worst of all, ever since Kylar lost his chance at being your guardian angel, he seems to have lost his ability to find your underwear. Weird, they usually aren’t so well hidden, Kylar would know. Did Sydney somehow warn you, the little snitch? But you don’t seem to notice Kylar much more than usual, so what’s going on ?

Kylar ultimately gets his answer when he one day spots Sydney running past him in a hurry. Usually he would take this chance to observe you even more closely, but something tells him he should at least take a glance at what’s got the poor perfect angel in such a hurry, who knows, it might be good for blackmail.

He’s suddenly so glad he took this chance, because what else should he find but his colleague hunched over a familiar cloth, huffing at it with his hands moving furiously down his pants. Now, Kylar has two options here. He could barge in, rip the underwear out of a shocked Sydney’s grasp and flee back to his own quarters or… He could use this scene to his advantage. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, having the not so pure angel on his side could help him secure your love better. After all, who would ever suspect immaculate Sydney?

No no, Kylar unfortunately can’t afford to make Sydney an enemy, so he’ll play nice for now. So, after a few days of keeping quiet, Kylar approaches his maybe soon to be ally. He proposes an alliance, to “keep you safe”, because, really, Sydney’s only one angel, he can’t possibly watch over you all the time, and Kylar can help with that! Surprisingly, Sydney agrees, and here starts a tentative partnership.

Both angels soon find out they have more in common than they initially thought. Who knew that Sydney also knew what you liked to watch in the dead of night ? Usually, Kylar would be undeniably jealous, but something about Sydney eagerly reporting back to him all he found out during his “shift” makes him more trustworthy, like he’s slowly proving himself capable. This is more of a win-win than Kylar thought!

And, when Sydney approaches him one night, while you’re asleep and he’s intently watching over you, Kylar doesn’t know what to expect. Truly, nothing could have prepared him for Sydney’s proposition to “train” together until the day they can take you. Kylar is rendered speechless, and, after a few seconds of shocked silence, he vanishes himself back to his room, still flabbergasted at Sydney’s depraved idea. Kylar’s saving himself for you, he can’t just give that away to Sydney! But the more time passes, the more he thinks about it. Sydney’s not a human, so it’s not like he’d be giving himself away, it’s just like a friendly study session, right ? And this could be beneficial too, he wants to be the best possible lover to you so… He can do it, right? He’s not betraying you, it’s just some training, it’s all for you !

That’s how the two angels start meeting up in your room, keeping silent while exploring each other’s bodies and learning what they can, all just for you. It’s a blessing you can’t see them or even perceive them beyond a muffled feeling yet, but they can’t still act as if you could, it’s more fun, this way, and they can’t wait until they actually get to take you for a ride. You don’t even react when their “pure essence” lands on your sleeping face.

Spending almost every night like this is both a blessing and a curse for Kylar. On one hand, he’s closer to you (and Sydney, though he won’t admit it) than ever before but, on the other… He wants to touch you already, feel you shiver against him, make you melt into him, become one with you… But he can’t yet ! He has to wait until you ascend, and this wait is really getting to him. He’d do anything to have you here, now. He can tell Sydney feels the same. They’ve waited long enough, it’s time they reap their reward for being so patient, no matter what happens to them. A little damnation never hurt anybody, did it?

You wake up one day, definitely not in your bed, where you thought you laid down last night. No, you’re in a dimly lit room, surrounded by candles and a cold liquid that you don’t want to think about the origins of. The rest of your environment is a bit blurry, but you can make out two people(?) smiling down at you, with some deep black appendages (wings, fins? You’re not sure). You’re not sure what they want from you, but judging from their heavy breathing, and the hands converging towards you, you know it can’t be good.

Their fingers brush all over you, and it’s only then that you notice your lack of clothing, which makes the last alarm bells in your mind still asleep ring like hell. Upon touching your bare skin, one of them audibly moans, making you shiver (of disgust? excitement? You don’t know), which seems to make the other one grin even wider, if possible. A glance towards them reveals they’re not wearing anything either, and another further down makes your jaw drop in shock, from how, well, big these two are. They’re visibly proud of this fact, as one preens at your surprised face. The other is still seemingly in a trance, determined to caress every crevice of your body. With what freaks have you landed ?

(As promised, here it is. I finally got past the 1k! This is the longest thing I've written so far, and i hope you liked it!)

#kylar the loner #dol kylar #apple's writing #sydney the faithful #dol sydney #sydney the fallen

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angrelysimpping · 1 year

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Could I have some thoughts about how the gang might interact with a PC that has OCD? (Particularly a "If I don't do this someone will break into Robin's room while they sleep and [REDACTED]" , fear of harming people and sexual obsessions in general sort of way) It's absolutely cool if you'd rather not ofc

~Degrees-of-fuck/Lilac

you are giving me too much leeway to project on these characters good god

GN LIs + Bailey, Great Hawk (I know they're an LI but I usually don't include them ><"), and Harper (they/them); GN Reader (you/your); bad medical advice; intrusive thoughts; noncon

Remember that many of these characters are fucking assholes and are not nice, please remember to be kind to yourselves! If there's a possibility of reading something like this might put you into a bad headspace, please skip it!

Alex is not good with it, at first. Tries to tell you that you're just being silly, that nothing bad is gonna happen. Gets a bit more supportive when you explain it more to them. Wants to help as best they can, good at keeping you distracted if you need help breaking cycles.

Avery hates it. Will not listen to your fears if you try to explain them. Will not let you complete rituals. Will use it to their advantage if they can find a way to do so. High rage Avery will explicitly go out of their way to break taboos. Oh, you can't spend the night with them? You have to get back to the orphanage or something bad will happen to your little friend? Too bad! That's not Avery's problem! Maybe if you'd behaved yourself earlier, if you'd accepted their gracious offers to drive you to school, they wouldn't press you back into the bed instead of taking you home!

Bailey is exploiting it. At first, they don't care, they don't even realize you're doing anything out of the ordinary. It's only as time goes on, as you become more of a thorn in their side, that they notice. It's all downhill for you from there. Have rituals to keep? Taboos? Things you have to do to keep shit from happening? Pay up, then. Hell, if you still manage to squirm your way out of payments, they might just make sure those nasty thoughts of yours come true.

God, Eden is one of the worst. They have their own routines to keep and they refuse to compromise most of the time. At higher love, they might allow you to scamper off into town for one reason or another, but not often. Snaps at you that your fears aren't real, that your thoughts aren't real. Thing is, they'll indulge you when it suits them. Oh, you have to wish Eden a good hunt or they'll get mobbed by the wolf people? Well, you better be in the forest when they go out hunting, won't you?

Great Hawk does not understand. They try, oh they really try, but it just goes right over their head. Will allow you to do what you have to, but, well, that's not really great for your mental health in the long run, really.

Harper is the worst. They actively encourage you to give into any intrusive thought you have if it involves you acting lewd. Otherwise, they don't particularly care. You need to sleep in Robin's bed or they'll get dragged away in the night? Really? Don't you think they want that? Don't you? They're sure you do, so why wouldn't your friend?

With Kylar it could go either way. They strike me as the type to have their own compulsions they deal with. Thoughts about how if they don't follow you for x amount of time, something bad will happen to you or you won't love them anymore. In that sense, they understand you. But, they loathe any thought that isn't centered around them. You have to do something or Robin will get hurt? You need to go to the parks when it's raining or Whitney will get dragged to the underground? You have to visit the farmlands once a week or your friend out there will get abducted and turned into a cow? Why do you care!? Nothing should matter but you and Kylar and making a happy life together! Almost helpful with breaking you out of cycles in that way, though it's in no way healthy for you.

Robin is one of the best for it. They help with breaking cycles slowly. They don't force you into situations that are more than you can handle. They don't always know what they're doing, but they do try to help you as best they can. The lower their confidence, the less likely they are to stop you from going through with a ritual, though.

Sydney may be the best at dealing with this, honestly. The main problem is, they'll try to redirect any compulsions into temple work. You have to sleep in Robin's bed or they'll get hurt? Maybe that can shift a little, just a smidge. Spending time in the temple and praying for your friend would work just as well, don't you think? Honestly thinks they're helping you. The more corrupt they are, the better the support they can give you. Won't take a religious viewpoint and actually helps eliminate cycles and quells compulsions.

Whitney is up there with Eden in being terrible. Openly mocks you. Will try to use your rituals and compulsions to their advantage. Will try to make you believe that if you don't do something, Robin will get tied up on the docks or Kylar will end up in the pillory. At high love, they're still a dick about it, but they mostly just call you silly and say nothing bad will come of it instead of outright mocking you.

#alex the farmhand #avery the businessperson #bailey the caretaker #eden the hunter #great hawk the terror #harper the doctor #kylar the loner #robin the orphan #sydney the faithful #whitney the bully #tw ocd #cw ocd #tw intrusive thoughts #cw intrusive thoughts #tagging more to be safe than it being in the post itself tbh #that last line in the warnings is also to myself lol #honestly was a bit cathartic

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oceisastar · 2 years

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Kylar would absolutely try to mark his claim on PC if he notices Sydney starting to have an interest. I 100% believe he would fuck PC in the library to try to assert dominance.

omg?? that's so fucking hot

minors do NOT interact (m!kylar x gn!pc; fingering, public sex, accidental voyeurism [this is fiction!! don’t do this irl lol])

imagine him fingering them between library shelves. like kylar is fucking shaking with how wound up he is, and pc clenches every time they think someone's going to walk by. and when someone does walk by, kylar throws himself in front of them to shield them from prying eyes. pc looks at him with wide, doe-eyes, and kylar kisses them so hard their teeth clack together.

sydney appears, trying to figure out the source of the disturbance, but they go completely red in the face when they realize what's happening. pc makes eye contact with sydney at that exact moment and spasms around kylar’s fingers. they grab helplessly at his hoodie, burying their face in his neck as they try to regain some sort of composure. kylar has to stop himself from hyperventilating, clumsily kissing their head over and over to let them know it’s okay.

“you... you can’t be doing that in the library. it’s against school policy.” sydney’s voice wavers, clearly affected by what they just saw. it’s difficult to tell if they’re upset or something else entirely.

kylar shoots a dark look at sydney, who forces themself to look away and go back to the front desk, then turns back to pc, pulling his fingers out of them in wonder. he sucks on them while pc watches, sweaty and out of breath and so, so perfect.

#idk how to write sydney i havent romanced them yet LOL #kylar #kylar the loner #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar x reader #kylar x pc #kylar x gn!pc #m!kylar #m!kylar x gn!pc #dol smut #dol kylar #kylar dol

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digenerate-trash · 5 months

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PC creating a shared custody agreement for their multiple partners. Kylar gets Sunday. Eden gets Monday. Sydney gets Tuesday. Whitney gets Wednesday. Alex gets Thursday. Robin gets Friday. Black Wolf and Great Hawk alternate having Saturday. And the last night of the month is for Ivory Wraith. This is what happens when you won’t negotiate polyamory.

okay, so I made some adjustments because traveling around would be hell. and I'm assuming you still want to attend school, stay with LI on weekends, and avoid Bailey. this is the best I could figure it out with keeping your schedule relatively clean. ivory wraith would obviously just take up the whole night of the full moon so that's their whole bag. I think the hardest part of the schedule would be keeping it. 5 out of 7 of these freaks are open to kidnapping you

#degrees of lewdity #kylar the loner #sydney the faithful #whitney the bully #robin the orphan #alex the farmhand #great hawk #black wolf #ivory wraith #eden the hunter #last one tonight lads #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #x reader #gn reader

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zestrya · 2 years

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MASTERLIST…

[a] angst; [f] fluff; [p] platonic; [s] smut; [d] dark content, [h] hurt/comfort.

italic — thoughts, bold — thirsts, hc. — headcannon.

last update:: april 25, 2023.

GENSHIN IMPACT::

Hopeless Prey — [d + a] tartaglia x gn!reader

nights of storms and quiet voices — [h] kaedehara kazuha x gn!reader

to love my lady (is the biggest blessing) — [s] shenhe x gn!reader

head in the clouds — [f] jean, beidou, ningguang, ganyu, ei, kokomi, yoimiya x gn!reader

smile so pretty, words so soft — [f] aether, xiao, kazuha, venti, heizou x gn!reader

smile so pretty, words so soft (pt.2) — [f] jean, lumine, sucrose x gn!reader

the damned you (that i still love) — [a + f] albedo kreideprinz x gn!reader

those moments — [a] scaramouche x gn!reader

them as college friends — [f] hc. xiao, scaramouche x gn!reader

sweet tooth — [f] albedo, ei, gorou x gn!reader

siblings rivalry — [f] hc. ayaka, ayato x gn!reader

maybe we could kiss tonight? — [f] al haitham, heizou, hu tao, yae miko, yelan x gn!reader

TWISTED WONDERLAND::

Give me your eternity, even if it only lasts a moment — [f] ruggie bucchi x gn!reader

lonely hearts, warm hearts — [p] malleus draconia x gn!reader x yuu

daydreams by your side, forever — [d] riddle rosehearts x gn!reader

OBEY ME::

— oops, there's nothing yet.

DEGREES OF LEWDITY::

Yours to claim — [d] kylar, the loner x gn!reader

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youronlydarlin · 3 months

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warnings: noncon/dubconish??, incest, Kylar being nasty per usual, good sibling pc, bad grammar

Kylar's probably an incest loving freak. It's been years since the terrible accident that's befallen his parents, oh, well, your parents too actually, but one thing was for sure, that none of you ever recovered from it. The mansion was never the same again, at times it was hard to even walk around, the painful memory of what was once a happy childhood collecting dust like the furniture covered in white sheets, piled in some forgotten corner of the room.

You're heartbroken, to say the least. Grieving what you've never lost, considering how you're "parents" are technically still here, but they're in the form of something that's more monster than man. Not to mention... Your brother. He's probably taking it the hardest, you think. The lil fella spending most of his days couped up in his room doing god knows what. Has he eaten..? Drank water..? What about school, how're his studies..? You worry about him, your once bright eyed little brother who always waited at the door for you, awaiting the moment you'll come home from your classes. Hugging your waist, and giving you a big grin each time, showing off his missing tooth. You'd ruffle his hair, and pinch at his cheeks, telling him that you'll have to greet ma, and pa first, then you can play together. Oh, how you've missed those times dearly. You feel as though you never treasured them enough, feels as though you should've taken each memory and put it in a chest, locked, and sealed away, till the day comes where you'd mourn them with bloodshot eyes, and trembling fingers. But till then, you have to be strong, be brave, be the person that your brother needs, you tell yourself that you owe him this..

And, oh, how Kylar loves the way you think..

His older sibling, his family, his angel..

You're the only good thing in this godforsaken world that he has left. He might not make it to heaven, but at least he has his own little slice of eden on earth. And it's all thanks to you, you, you, you. You're all he ever thinks about, your existence alone is what keeps him sane, what keeps him tied to this lonely realm. He doesn't know what he'll do without you, what wouldn't he do..?

You're so kind to him, so loving, so caring. He's convinced himself that you two are soulmates. The fact that you were born from the same womb proves that he's already shared half of his heart to you, and the whole of his soul. He's belonged to you, as much as you belonged to him. Forever, and ever, you two were fated to be together.

Kylar's a real nasty fuck, that, we all know. It's a universal fact none of us can deny, so knowing this he probably takes advantage of you, you and your sweet, loving, nature.

The horndog drugs your food probably, excusing the odd taste as him being an inexperienced cook. And you, as the most caring sibling in the world, believes him. You feel lightheaded as you do, you're halfway through your plate when you excuse yourself. Feeling bad that you couldn't even finish the food that your little brother's cooked for you. He on the other hand, doesn't seem offended at all. If anything, he encourages you to lie down, albeit on his bed. And so you do, he takes you to his room, and you have half a mind to make sense what's happening.

Kylar pushes you down on the bed, and you don't have the strength to fight him off. Closing your eyes almost as soon as your back hits the plush material of his mattress that he's layed there specifically for you.

Has a camera set at the side, filming himself defiling your body. And, this probably isn't the first time it'll happen, nor the last. At times the lil shit would spike your drink, and make you take his dick on whatever surface you land on. Sometimes he'll just plain out ask you if you could sleep together, you think he's just lonely, so you agree each time, and he uses that opportunity to fuck your thighs, sucking marks on your neck to quiet down his pathetic whimpers.

a/n: the endings kinda shitty, sorry, ran out of brain juice, and english also isn't my first language so lmk if I made any mistakes! You have a great day now, dollface..

–dolly

#dol #degrees of lewdity #kylar the loner #dol kylar #x gn reader #freak kylar agenda

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