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[hatkuu]

how to kiss - a tutorial

written for the wonderful @dellphie!! sorry this took so long ////

m! kylar x gen! reader, straight up fluff ^^

summary: ever since you first kissed kylar, he's only gotten worse at it. you're sick of him being a horrible kisser. so you decide to teach him how.

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"Ow!"

Kylar's kissing ability was appalling.

Either too much tongue, teeth or lip - never the perfect amount of each. It—no— he was taking a toll on your mouth, and it was beginning to show; puffy lips, constantly reddened from overuse, and ugh - Kylar somehow managed to suck all of the moisture out of them, too.

And of course, he was passionate, overbearingly so.

"J-Just let me try again! I'll do it g-good this time!"

You playfully scowl at Kylar, huffing while slathering a heavy layer of chapstick on your lips. You massage the chapstick between your lips, pressing them into a thin line while you stare, blank-faced at Kylar. He pouts back at you, pleading with those horribly persuasive, constant puppy-dog-eyes. They crinkle at the edges from the remnants of a smile, and the coniving little mouse doesn't even try to hide it. Still glistening with your saliva, Kylar's faux pout falters and morphs into a cheeky smile - a smile rarely seen by anyone but yourself. He guides your hand holding the chapstick away from your face, slotting his lips just above your own, close enough that you can feel his breath against the tingling, reddened flesh.

"Pleaaase?"

He never does it good any time.

"Fine—"

Before you can say anything else, Kylar's lips are mashed against your own. His tongue dipping in and out of your mouth in an uncoordinated, sloppy fashion. You splutter against him, pulling away and shoving him backward—away from your face. Kylar whines, leaning forward to recover the loss but you tut at him, placing a palm against the bottom half of his face.

Kylar's hands instinctively reach upward to pull your hand from his face, but they abruptly stop mid-air as he gauges your expression.

You aren't happy with him. You dropped your chapstick as soon as Kylar's teeth clacked against your own. Now, the chapstick has rolled across the room, far out of reach.

Kylar, muffled by your palm, voices his concerns.

"What?"

You glower at him, clearly annoyed.

"We kiss on my terms this time, okay?" You wipe the remnants of Kylar's tongue from your chin, face scrunching up as gossamer strings form between the back of your palm and lips. "I'll teach you the right way to kiss so I don't have to use this crap constantly." You say, pointing at the chapstick rollibg across the floor. He relaxes against your palm, eyes crinkling in a wordless smile. You can see his thought process; and before Kylar can begin licking at your palm you snatch it away with a disgusted scowl. "Don't be gross."

"...Now, sit still."

Kylar breathes shakily, leaning back and sitting motionlessly, hands firmly gripping the duvet on his single-sized mattress. Dark, split-end hair splays over his face, messy and still slightly damp from the bath you had coaxed him into taking earlier. His lips are just as swollen as your own, tinged red from his overzealous kissing. He shakily smiles at you. You return it with just as much earnest.

"Okay, so..." You trail off, cupping Kylar's cheek with one hand and holding his waist firmly with the other. "Hand positioning is very important." Kylar audibly shudders at your touch, a choked, embarrassed sound slipping from his lips even though the two of you have been together for so long. Long enough that Kylar shouldn't still blush and stutter when ever you look his way, but time doesn't stop his shyness. It probably never will.

"See? Doesn't it feel nice?"

Kylar nods, swallowing hard and tilting his head to fall deeper into your warm palm. The blackout curtains in Kylar's room leave no hints of natural light in the room. The artificial light of the six monitors on the opposite side of the room reflects his frightened eyes, the green flecks within them becoming more noticable than ever. You stare impulsively, committing them to memory as Kylar blushes a deep red, lips parted slightly as he gapes at you in shock.

Your lips break out into an affectionate, patient smile, waiting calmly until Kylar's rigid posture and shocked expression melts into comfort.

"Now do it to me."

Kylar shakily places his hands on your waist, his fingers digging into the plush flesh curiously. You can tell he's impatient. He's so close to you. So close. And all he can do is place his hands on your waist—which is nice—but he wants to feel you under your clothes, wants to touch the places that make you squirm and writhe against him and kiss you like he's supposed to—

"Kylar?" You ask, cutely tilting your head at him when you notice the far-off look in his eyes. "Your hands are really stiff, you have to loosen up! It'll feel better, promise!"

"O-Okay," He says, averting his eyes, trying his best to relax. You are his future spouse, after all. It's fine. He'll teach you things too, eventually. "I-Is this better?" He asks, hands still slightly twitching against you. His shoulders rest low now, rather than sitting high up like a scared cat's back. You smile, tracing a thumb across Kylar's cheek.

"It's better. We can move on now."

You lean forward and press a soft kiss to the corner of Kylar's lips. He sighs impatiently, lips morphing into an honest pout.

"Foreplay is very important, Kylar."

Your once still hands begin petting Kylar. He melts against you, whining loudly, unashamed of each wailed sound. A slur of begging and pleading follows, along with a noticable bulge forming behind his crossed legs. You continue your ministrations, smiling through each peck you place everywhere but his lips.

Foreplay? He thought that was only a sex thing— has he been doing this wrong the whole time? If anything, this is more teasing than foreplay. It's horrible. "W-What are you d-doing, my love?" Kylar fusses against each kiss, squirming against each soft pet you place. "Y-You're teasing me, a-and—"

"Foreplay can be words, or touches, anything that isn't kissing, Kylar."

Kylar doesn't like it. This 'foreplay'. It feels like an extension of teasing. Something cruel that you've decided to make up because you don't like his kisses.

"You're perfect, Kylar... So good to me and I'm so lucky to have you."

"H-Huh? N-No, y-you're the perfect one a-and—"

You giggle softly at his stuttering, continually mumbling praises until Kylar is fighting his most primal urges to not kiss you back.

"P-Please!"

"Shh, I haven't even showed you how to kiss yet!"

Kylar doesn't think he'll survive.

"When you kiss, you have to be passionate - you don't have to worry about that part though," Kylar beams at you, a heavy blush still starkly coating his cheeks.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Yeah, but there's other parts to kissing too."

You take your hands off of Kylar, waving them around for emphasis.

"You have to be gradual with it - you can't just shove your tongue into my mouth unannounced! And you can't just bite me out of nowhere, either!"

"O-Oh..."

"Here, I'll show you."

You carefully tilt your head until your lips slot against Kylar's. They buzz from the contact, still sensitive from Kylar's past assault. Lips melting together like butter on a hot plate, bonded together until they would eventually solidify. You could taste the overwhelming sweetness of an off-brand energy drink on his tongue and lips, sweet and lemony sour. You smile into the kiss, tongue hesitantly parting Kylar's lips for entry. You're patient. Gentle. Loving.

Kylar sighs into the kiss, lazily kissing back, careful not to intrude on your demonstration. He wants to be eager. Wants to swallow your saliva and push his own into your mouth. But he doesn't.

You quickly nip Kylar's bottom lip when you pull away, cheekily smiling as he gapes at you, pressing two fingers to the graze. His face breaks out into a smile, eyes crinkling in delight as you unknowingly stake your claim on him.

Kylar stares at you, pleading. Yearning.

"Can I— Can I please k-kiss you now?"

"Okay... But remember what I taught you—"

You pause, looking at Kylar expectantly before you continue.

"—Slowly, okay?"

Kylar nods, eager to show you what he's learnt.

He falls forward into your lap, one hand cupped around the plump of your cheek, the other holding your waist. Just like you showed him. While his grip is a little tighter than it should be, it's nice. A soothing, grounding sort of feeling you'd never get from anyone else. A stark change from Kylar's usual needy tugging and snatching. His lips lazily drag across your face, leaving a snail-trail of saliva wherever his tongue traces. You squeak at the feeling, flinching back as Kylar quite literally licks your face. He hums softly, continuing his version of 'foreplay' until your squirming and whining from the grossness of it all.

He is slow. And he's doing everything but assaulting your lips, so you can't be upset with him. Kylar briefly meets your eyes. You can feel the longing within them. But it's gone quickly. Fleeting fast enough that you barely even see it. He leans close to the corner of your jaw, puffing warm air against the sensitive hairs on your neck. They tingle with each breath, goosebumps forming in anticipation.

"L-Love you so much," He mumbles hot against the shell of your ear. "So much." He pauses, pressing a soft peck just behind your ear before continuing his loving rambles, travelling down to your upper chest. "I-I won't— I won't let anyone else ever touch you l-like this," Kylar peers up at you from under your chin, green eyes being the only visible feature of his face.

"I-It's reserved for me, o-okay?"

You weakly nod, leaning into each peck he presses against your collarbones, reaching a hand to pet and scritch at the crown of his head as he kisses your body.

He quickly ends the foreplay just as soon, eager to taste your lips again.

"Only me," He mutters, slotting his lips against your own, pressing your bodies as close together as possible. The chapped texture of Kylar's lips is completely overshadowed by the gentle, fleeting presses placed against your moisturised lips. Each exhale through his nose is felt against your cupid's bow. His hands timidly pet at your body, trying to recreate a far-cry copy of what you did to him. He parts from you for a moment. "You taste so good, m-my love."

You giggle, slotting your lips back against his own, parting them just enough for Kylar to realise that you're giving him permission. He immediately thrusts his tongue into your mouth, exploring and licking at the pink flesh of your gums. He obnoxiously swallows as you squeak in surprise at the sudden entry. A muffled whine of his name slips out amidst the struggle, but Kylar, too engrossed in the delectable taste of your mouth, doesn't even flinch.

His kissing ability is far from perfect.

A bit gross, even.

But it's fine.

You're sure Kylar won't argue against you offering any further kissing lessons.

#kylar the loner #dol kylar #dol #hatkuuasks #kylar x reader #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar #degrees of lewdity #whoo boy. its DONE. never ask me for fluff again guys it KIIIILLLSS me. #thank gosh its DONE #never ever ask for fluffy stuff like this again waaaah #kuuskylarposting

[hatkuu]

THOTS on PC knowing Kylar has a camera in the owl plushie and purposefully getting off right in view of it, moaning Kylar’s name loudly, and hoping he comes over asap? 🎤🎤🎤🎤 how fast do u think he’d sprint to arrive (I feel like he’s pretty quick on his feet tbh)

kylar is sprinting at mach ten to break into your room.

At first, he gifted you the owl plushie to make sure you weren't sleeping with anyone else, and, to his pleasure, you never did. The only weird thing about the plushie is that you always tell him how much you love the plushie, that you think it's cute and sometimes you cuddle it when you can't sleep.

Kylar smiles as you ramble on and on about how you like his gift, how you can't believe that he'd so willingly give you a family heirloom!A heavy blush coats kylar's face when he checks the recordings from last night on his laptop. the time in the bottom left corner of the camera recording reads 9:24 PM

Kylar's glad that he installed a camera with a sound system because without it, he wouldn't be able to hear the sweet, sweet sounds of your moans as you touch yourself while the plush sits at the foot of your bed.

He definitely gets a raging hard on, panting and imagining all of the things he wants to do to you; breed you until you're sobbing, lick all over your body, and instead of moaning out his name you'll be squealing it for all the other orphans to hear :)

I also think that Kylar is very agile! I like to think that he knows hundreds of little shortcuts all around town (the reason why he can disappear behind buses so fast!!) and that he also knows how to break into your bedroom at shocking speeds. Once you purposefully tease him infront of the owl plushie you're a goner. He's coming over as soon as he watches you doing such lewd things through his laptop screen.

If the camera is a live feed of your room however... yeah you're drawing Kylar out instantly. Just as you're hitting your peak Kylar's clambering through your window, talking about how much he loves you and how he promises to satisfy you.

You're in for a long, long night of being held in a constant mating press, being filled with Kylar's cum and whispered to about how much he loves you and that he's so glad you're as desperate for him as he is for you!! <3

#hatkuuasks #kylar the loner #dol kylar #kylar #dol #kylar x reader #love this lil creep #tysm for all the asks everyone!! #im working on them slowly but surely!!! #degrees of lewdity #kuuskylarposting

[hatkuu]

omg omg loving sex w kylar after he gets jealous seeing you talk to someone else and you remind him youre not going anywhere youre all his <333

oopsies sorry this took so so long nonnie!! i am wading my way through so many good asks lately hehe i vow to finish them all soon!!

tw: gen! reader (no specific genitals mentioned), m! kylar, pregnancy talk, breeding kink, make up smut, mention of starting a family with kylar...

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"Kylar?"

Your hand trails down his cheek, fingers tracing against acne-scarred flesh as your thighs wrap around his bony mid-section.

Even as you touch him so lovingly - with so much reverence that he has to bite back a jaw-straining smile - Kylar refuses to forget what you pulled today. You pause, surprised that your boyfriend isn't instantaneously melting in your hands. Eyes squinted in confusion instead of your previous sultry expression, you pull back to meet your boyfriend face to face.

Kylar's lips rest in a heavy pout, brows creased with ire as his eyes stare back at your own half-closed ones. He huffs, loudly, obviously upset with you over something or someone you interacted with today. His pout doesn't falter, not even as you fight back a giggle - subsequently, as Kylar continues to uphold his seething - you burst out into a scene of hideously contagious laughter.

You wheeze, falling backward onto the headboard of Kylar's bed as he mumbles, turning his head away to stare at the wall to the left of you.

"Don't be like that, baby!"

Your hands quickly redirect Kylar, quickly pressing a laugh-sweetened kiss against his sour ones. "If I did something, you should tell me instead of just getting upset, okay?" Despite the seriousness of your question, you don't stop pressing quick pecks against his lips. Kylar's pout falters for only a second; and that's when you know you have him.

"Who's bed am I in right now, hmm?"

Kylar's face flushes heavy and his pout quickly morphs into a shy smile. His breath hitches, eagerly tugging you back into his lap. "M-Mine," He breathes out shakily, always so eager to respond to you. "Y-You're in my bed."

"Mhm," you murmur lowly, pressing a much firmer kiss to Kylar's lips to show your appreciation at his obedient answer. "I'm in Kylar's bed right now," You smile against his skin as Kylar laves at your own, tasting you rather than kissing. He's desperate for you, so appreciative of your cooed out affirmations of his position as your lover.

"So Kylar shouldn't get jealous over people who don't matter—"

Kylar quickly pulls back, gripping at your shoulders with a concerning intensity.

"But—"

"Nooo," You tease, unphased by the jealousy behind his eyes - the same jealousy that has him pulling knives on people - continuing your loving carresses despite the concerning situation. "I'm your's - and if you're so jealous—"

"'m not jealous—"

"—maybe you should make everyone know I'm your spouse, hmm?"

"M-My spouse," Kylar shudders, his grip loosening as his gaze morphs from jealousy into pure, unadulterated lust. "Y-Yeah," He groans, face falling into your neck, lapping and biting at the tender flesh on your collarbones. "My spouse..." He talks to himself more than to you, too busy marking your skin with an artwork of purple, splotched hickeys.

"We'll get married and have so many babies," You whisper, purposefully riling him up with the mention of starting a family, something that Kylar rambles about daily - something that he'd do anything for.

"Y-Yeah, I-I'll give you as many as y-you want," Kylar shivers, quickly pulling your underwear to the side to prod at your entrance with his fingers. You whine at the cold touch and Kylar presses an apologetic kiss to the side of your throat, sucking at the skin as he does so.

"Two sounds nice."

Kylar pulls back, smiling so wide at you that your own expression morphs into one that mirrors his. You gasp, back arching as Kylar's fingers slip inside of you. He doesn't break eye contact, committing your face to memory as you quiver just from his fingers.

"M-Maybe we'll even end up with m-more than just two!"

You squeak as Kylar's arousal presses hot and heavy against your bare thighs, twitching in excitement at the prospect of breeding you and having so many babies with you—

"Ah— You'll j-just have to be thorough, won't you?"

Kylar nods eagerly, pulling down his briefs to press his cock against your entrance, dragging it along the sensitive skin, relishing the twitching heat beneath him. He giggles as you arch your back further, aching to feel him inside you.

"I promise. I'll fuck you so good that— that you'll have no choice but to get pregnant a-and be mine forever— Y-yeah, I promise, m-my love."

You know for a fact that Kylar would never break a promise to you - especially not a promise as special as this one.

#kylar the loner #dol kylar #dol #kylar #kylar x reader #hatkuuasks #me personally i think ANYONE can be bred no matter their parts lol #boyscanbebredtoo!!! #no matter your gender kylar is like “getpregnantgetpregnantgetpregnant--” #breeding is gender nonconforming to ME #kuuskylarposting

[hatkuu]

What would high jealousy!kylar do when you call him good boy. Like, he’s already threatened random classmate w/ knife and decided to kidnap you as soon as school’s over. But you just smiled, smooched his cheek and said you’re so cute that’s my good boy. Would the jealousy bar goes waaaaay down or would he snap.

hnansnnjjj waaaay down. waaaayyyyyyy waaayyy down.

especially if you're tied up in his basement - kylar's expecting you to panic, to have you squeal about how much you hate him and that you want to go home - but you simply lean forward and give him a smooch on the cheek and called him cute??? AND a good boy?? kylar.exe has stopped working.

gen! reader and m! kylar below!

Kylar's hovering over you, knife clutched tightly in one hand, the other clenched into a hard fist by his side. Each breath that escapes him is loud and rattles his chest. It sounds like it hurts.

Surprisingly, even as you're held in Kylar's basement for what might be the third time this month, you aren't scared. You'll still listen to his ramblings, though.

"I had to protect you, m-my love... I love you so m-much—"

You cut Kylar off mid sentence, pressing a firm kiss to his cheek. Kylar gasps at the contact, flinching backward onto his rear as his knife clatters to the basement floor along with him. His hair falls back, exposing his mortified eyes and the bright blush that coats his cheeks. His mouth is agape, too.

"You're so cute! That's my good boy!"

He blushes hotter and heavier as he immediately moves to ground himself against your thighs. He looks up at you with wide, petrified eyes. His nails dig into you, careful to avoid the rope-burned areas of your skin. The partially termite-eaten chair groans at the extra weight, clearly only accustomed for one person.

"Y-You're not m-mad?"

"No? You're just protecting me! It's cute!" If you could pet his hair, you would. But with your hands currently tied behind your back, the most you can do is giggle and coo at Kylar to soothe him.

"I thought y-you hated me!" He sobs, quickly moving to untie your bindings. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hoodie sleeve, smearing a mix of tears and snot across his cheek. "You ignored me s-so much— I thought— I thought you f-found someone e-else!"

"Nooo! I just like riling you up, that's all!"

"What?"

#kylar the loner #hatkuuasks #dol kylar #kylar x reader #dol #degrees of lewdity #kylar #i lub him #teehee. #i think admitting you make kylar jelly on purpose is the quickest way to get a rough fucking #... #also would make him more unhinged because you just said you like when hes jealous soooooo #kuuskylarposting

[hatkuu]

poly relationship with kylar and corrupt sydney. just imagine

THANK YOU FOR GRACING ME WITH THIS GORGEOUS THOUGHT!@!!!!! (m! kylar and m! sydney below!!) (gen! reader)

oh my gawsh. guys im actually really embarrassed to admit this but i've never done the christmas play event!>!?!?! (like, i still know the gist of it through screenshots and i know that they're FIGHTING constantly... and KISSING???!?!? i LOVE.)

- being smushed in the midst of a sydney-kylar sandwich is... messy. to say the least. on one slice of bread; you have a gorgeous, loving boyfriend that you've corrupted and turned into an absolute SEX FIEND - and on the other slice; you have ANOTHER gorgeous, loving boyfriend with a jealous streak who would do anything for you. including getting into a poly relationship with his ex-bestfriend...

- i think the polycule will be fairly awkward for the first few weeks... sydney will be teasing kylar and flirting with him while kylar is DISGUSTED because the only reason he did this was for you and not this whore—

- but then sydney would start being sweet to kylar like how he's sweet with you... and kylar will still be grovelling and getting all huffy... but (and he would NEVER utter this to anyone maybe you) sydney isn't that bad...

- then it slowly develops into kylar having a shared obession for the both of you and corrupt sydney downright ENCOURAGING IT (you can imagine how feral the sex is)

- being between your two boyfriends in the cafeteria is definitely chaotic. you're getting your face wiped at by sydney while kylar pets your hair - you're so overwhelmed from all the touching but it feels so good.

guys ill elaborate further on the cute stuff but. BUT IMAGINE YANDERE CORRUPT SYDNEY AND HYSTERICAL KYLAR COMING TOGETHER TO STEAL YOU AWAY???? (yandere behaviour, alluded kidnapping, gen! reader)

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It's too much - juggling two possessive boyfriends who never leave you alone - you don't have any breathing room, and not even the private sanctity of your bedroom is left untainted.

So you ran.

You don't go to school anymore.

You don't even look at Danube street because the risk factor is simply way too high.

But you knew - even if you willed it away with clasped hands crouching at the foot of your bed - that your cowardice would inevitably catch up to you.

"You've been ignoring us,"

Your bedroom door is quickly slammed behind you by a much taller, forboding figure. His closed fist rests heavy against the door frame, long dark hair spilling over his shoulders. You're tugged forward into the figure's chest, and you can feel them shakily inhale your scent - like they've been having withdrawals from your absence. Sydney.

"Why— Why are you in my room—"

Sydney laughs breathily, his hand falling from the door to cup the plush flesh of your cheek. His thumb rubs just underneath your eye, cooing as you flinch at each calculated movement.

"I got some help..."

Sydney trails off, and you gasp as another set of much smaller hands place themselves on your waist. You feel the familiar texture of scratchy, split end hairs against the crux of your neck and shoulder. The hands eagerly squeeze at your clothed flesh, unintelligible murmurings following each excited touch. You know these hands. Kylar.

Kylar whines, pressing kisses that contain more tongue than lip against the sensitive skin of your neck.

"Y-You ignored us— Left us alone for weeks!"

Their shared grasp on you tightens uncomfortably as you struggle.

"G-Get out— I— I didn't invite either of you here—"

"Oh, we weren't asking for an invitation, dearest."

Sydney smiles down at you, all malice and sadistic cruelty.

"You should know what happens to bad spouses..."

One of Kylar's hands fall from your waist, fumbling around inside of his pocket until he sighs against you.

"Y-You won't ignore either of u-us again."

The tell-tale prick of a tranquilliser dart numbs any fear that you could have felt from the hushed words that slip from Kylar's lips.

#hatkuuasks #kylar the loner #sydney the fallen #dol #i dont like the ending :( #but you guys hopefully get the idea i was going for!!! #ask me about the yandere boyfriends PLEASE!! #kuuskylarposting

[hatkuu]

cursing whoever sent me that last ask because now i'm STUCK thinking about naga kylar... (gotta link the OG naga kylar writer hehejej @everexpandingentropy !!!)

gen! reader x m! kylar below!!)

- maybe you stumble into his den one day (a cave hidden by an assortment of greenery, a cavern dug out from the side of a moutain, anywhere a naive human explorer should not be.)

- assuming that naga kylar has had no positive interactions with humans throughout his lifetime, he moves to tear into you with his fangs (i'm tossing up between paralysing venom or just normal venom) but stops himself.

- you smell... good for a human.

- he doesn't really know what to do with himself, just hovers over you, tongue flicking out to taste the air as you squeeze your eyes shut.

- ultimately, kylar decides to take you as his mate! it's common for nagas to choose human mates, after all! he's sure you'll be happy as his mate!

- any escape attempts are met with confusion. kylar probably just assumes the nest he's placed you in isn't up to your standards and adds more appropriate materials! when you still try to escape after that... he's stumped.

- extremely territorial. does not react well to any humans approaching his dwelling now that you're in it. when he's not out hunting, he'll be hovering outside the cave's entrance, tangled up with you in the nest, or basking in the sun with you held tightly in his arms.

- if any friends or family come looking for you or, even worse, try to take you back... it's better to just cover your eyes and ears. an angry naga isn't a pretty sight.

- loves any and all affection you give him! a stray glance from across the cave is automatically taken as consent for him to tangle his body with your own! he loves how warm you are! if he could speak human, he'd call you his own personal sun.

- if you pet or kiss or cuddle him, he's going to be over the moon! the only problem is that he now takes this as expected behaviour from you and gets sad if you don't snuggle with him :(

did i make this post as excuse to talk about naga kylar's double dicks? yeah.

- i think his first attempts at breeding with you would consist with a lot of rutting and confusion on his part. poor guy is going entirely off of instinct (snake virgin) and doesn't know what holes of yours to breed :(

- once he figures it out though, it's gonna hurt.

- you're squealing and kicking as soon as two dicks emerge from his sheathe. kylar just tilts his head at your horrified expression and rubs his forehead against yours (his cute attempt at reassuring you). awww! it must be your first time too! nevermind if it actually is or not, two big slimey naga dicks will ruin you beyond repair

- his tail will wrap itself around one of your legs, holding you snug against his body as he works his way into a seemingly much-too-tight hole. you'll feel his tongue flicking out against the nape of your neck, tasting the thick scent of sex filling up the den.

- once he's finished, you'll be so relieved after being stretched so wide, split out wider than your poor hole has ever been. that relief runs out quick once you feel a clawed hand resting over your stomach, petting you softly.

#hatkuurambles #kylar the loner #dol #dol kylar #kylar #kylar x reader #kuuskylarposting #nagakylar #yeesh. #sorry guys this was self indulgent #also if you can't get pregnant bro is going to keep trying. does not care #HAHANANJSJD #i mean #he's cute but hes not very bright...

[hatkuu]

Why isn’t there an option to climb under the table and give Kylar a blowjob when he’s doing whatever he does with the insane six-screen computer WJDKWODODJQKDKDLSL

anon ... there most DEFINITELY should be an option to do that.

like. why am I constantly just sitting on his bed while he draws/plays on his computer/blushes and looks away. why can't I sit in his lap???? why CAN'T I give him head under the table????

If you did give Kylar head while he's sitting at his desk I'd imagine it'd go down like this:

"What are you doing, my love?"

Kylar peers down at you, still clutching his sketchbook and pencil in hand. You ever so slowly make your way inbetween his thighs, carefully trailing your fingers down the sensitive clothed skin. Kylar stutters, gaping at you with an open-mouthed stare. He outright moans as you rest your cheek against the crotch of his sweatpants, pouting up at him innocently.

"Kylar,"

You whine, nuzzling at him until you feel his cock start to harden at your heated, half-lidded gaze.

"I want your attention,"

Kylar smiles, blushing and nodding eagerly down at you. He sets his sketchbook aside, knocking a bottle of lotion and crumpled stray sketches of you off of the table from his overly-eager movements. You giggle at him, pressing an affectionate kiss against his fully erect clothed cock. Kylar shudders, and you feel his dick twitch beneath your lips. Your hands move from his inner thigh to the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them down until the full glory of Kylar's cock springs free, throbbing as it taps against your lips.

You smile up at him, precum smeared against your bottom lip. Kylar bites back his own grin, blushing feverishly as you begin licking from the base all the way up to the tip of his leaking cock.

He didn't wear his underwear.

Just like you asked him to.

#kylar the loner #dol #dol kylar #kylar #kylar x reader #hatkuuasks #sigh i love him he could ask for head in class and he'd GET IT #no questions asked #degrees of lewdity #kuuskylarposting

[hatkuu]

"#i feel like if ur really mean kylar would blackmail u..." expand pls. thanks

HAHDDUUAOAAI!!! welllll.... you asked for it!!! you want absolutely nothing to do with kylar. you think he's gross and creepy and weird. so kylar takes to other measures to make you love him :)

tw: m! kylar, dub-con/non-con, somno, masturbation, yandere behaviour, general creepy kylar shit, gen! reader, blackmailing, (it's shameless smut (again)).

You're so pretty.

From the way your hair splays out on your pillow, the way your soft unbothered expression rests on your face, so tranquil - your lips parted - chapped by the winter air. It all means so much to Kylar. Every single small, beautiful thing.

Kylar can't help but touch himself to you.

Each stuttered stroke of his cock clenched tightly in his fist sends electric shocks of pleasure buzzing through his body; from the depths of his stomach through every risen hair on his skin. The wet shlicking sounds of pre-cum on skin raidates throughout your tiny bedroom. It's obscene. It's gross. But it still brings a smile to Kylar's face as you sleepily mumble, rolling closer to his cock as it bobs above your face. It's heavy with cum. Full of it. For you.

Kylar shudders at the thought of you waking up to him hovered over you like this. Would you scream? Push him away and call him disgusting? Or would you gasp at the extent of Kylar's love - and reach up to caress his hand as he thumbs at the slick pink tip of his cock - you would - you'd cry out for more - you'd lick and suck the cum off of his fingers, pouting at the waste on your bedsheets. He'd confess it all to you then: all of the pictures, all of the recordings of you masturbating, all of the things of yours he's taken over the past year, all of it.

"Ah, f-fuck— my love— my gorgeous, beautiful love—"

Kylar groans loudly, thighs quaking as his thumb traces over the flushed slit of his cock. Thick, virile precum leaks all over his fingers, slicking each stabbing thrust into his fist. He wishes it was you - your tight, wet hole that he dreams of just fucking into - his hips stutter at the thought of claiming you for himself; ruining you for any other sluts or whores that catch your attention—

The sounds of your cheap bedsheets crinkling snaps Kylar out of his haze. His teeth dig into his bottom lip to muffle the sounds of his pleasure. You roll over, hair splaying out beautifully beneath the cusp of your cheek. Kylar gnaws at the plump flesh of his lips to stop himself from cumming right then and there. You continue to stir, blanket falling off of your shoulders amidst your movements, mumbling blearily as you reach out a hand, feeling at Kylar's thighs at the edge of your single-sized bed. He jolts, moaning loudly as his cock throbs at the innocent contact of your skin against his own. Your hand stills, comfortable against Kylar's clammy skin, even in sleep.

"—love you so much— so, so, so much."

If it were any other normal night, you'd have woken up horrified, throwing your sheets off your body in a hurry as Kylar shrouds himself just out of sight. Your head would whip around wildly, looking for the source of the throbbing heat between your thighs - but you'd never find it. He knows that you can feel the residual warmth from his body, on the sheets, everywhere. You'd never find him, though. It makes his heart ache - makes it yearn for you to know who gives you so much pleasure during the dead of night - but he still hides. Sometimes under the bed, in the warddrobe, the shadowed corners of your bedroom, or just outside your open window. You never find him and it hurts.

But tonight is not one of those nights.

Tonight, he can finally prove that you love one another, that you're his.

He's happy you drank that water on your bedside table, because if you do wake, you won't remember any of it. He feels horrible using a watered down tranq dart on you - but it's for a good reason - and you'd understand it if he told you it was for your future. Your loving future together.

You'd be his. His gorgeous little house-spouse that greets him home with a loving, carefree smile; forever untouched by the disgusting outside world. You'd never want to leave your shared home and Kylar would happily keep it that way. You'd only want him - your husband - the only person who can keep you safe from it all.

His thrusts turn feral, loud pants and animalistic grunts slip from Kylar's chap-ridden lips as his thoughts are clouded with pictures of your wedding, your smile, your children, your shared home together, you meekly spreading your legs for him - clad in the prettiest of wedding lingerie - dressed so lewdly, just for him, just for your husband.

Kylar chokes, spluttering as his hips halt their movements. He can't cum. He can't waste it - you'd be upset with him - and he'd never willingly upset his lover.

Not now.

It has to be perfect.

Your eyes sleepily open, a confused, heated whine slipping from your kiss-swollen lips.

"Kylar...?"

"Y-Yes— i-it's me, your husband— I'll give you w-what you need, my love." His heart races again his ribs, pounding hot and heavy. His lungs swell, his breath hitching with each repeated thrust into his fist.

"F—Fuck, yes, yes, yes!"

Kylar continues chanting, murmuring praise and gasping as his orgasm rips through his body. Kylar can't find himself to care about anyone else in the orphanage. He hopes Robin hears it - hopes he learns to not touch what's rightfully his - Kylar wants Robin to know that you're his spouse. You blink up at Kylar, slowly, still confused at what he's doing. Kylar moans louder, grabbing a fistful of your hair and moving your head towards his cock once more.

It throbs above your very eyes, twitching and wanting. It's big enough to cast a shadow over your face in the dim moonlight let in by your shabby bedroom window. A fleck of sticky pre-cum falls onto your lips and your curious tongue darts out to taste it. It's bitter. You find yourself craving more as the flavour develops on your tongue.

"Kylar—"

"L-L—hnng—Love you!"

Thick spurts of cum land on your face, clumping against your eyelashes as squeeze them shut. You whimper, wiggling against his grip. Kylar doesn't relent. Not until you take his cum where it truly needs to be. Kylar continues tugging at his cock, squeezing out every last drop of his love onto your face. Kylar's breath hitches at your expression. Your lips are parted, his cum dripping lewdly down the plump flesh. Your eyes, still squeezed shut, hold so much love in them, almost as much as his own. Kylar always thinks you're gorgeous like this— covered in his essence— truly one with him.

You're so beautiful.

Kylar loosens his grip on your hair, letting your head fall backward onto your sheets.

You're so warm, so cozy, so oblivious to the thick layer of Kylar's semen coating your soft, perfect skin. Kylar sighs lovingly, tucking his dick back into his sweatpants with a smile.

That was the biggest load yet.

It's dark in your room though, so he'll probably have to use the flash this time around.

Kylar's sure you won't mind.

-

"I'd never date you, creep."

You scowl at Kylar, all bark and bite and hatred. Haunches raised, hissing at him, it's so cute. Kylar thinks every single part of you is cute, even parts like these when you're being an unruly brat.

"I... I think you should reconsider, my love."

"What?"

"I have something you need to see. Right now—"

Kylar snatches your wrist before you can bark out complaints at him. He tugs you into a shabby storage closet, addled with dust and lost things forgotten to time.

Kylar's phone is shoved into your face before you can berate him any further.

There's hundreds of them.

Lewd pictures of you that you never remembered being taken. In some your eyes are open, staring into the camera with obvious 'fuck me eyes', in others, your eyes are closed. In almost all of them your eyelashes are thick with hefty coats of cum smeared across your face. They're horrible, disgustingly provocative.

The perpetrator's cock hovers disturbingly close in each photo, proudly casting a large shadow over your distant eyes.

You gape at Kylar, spluttering at him as he happily scrolls through the photos on his phone. The easy-going smile on his face makes your stomach flip and churn, perpetually throwing you off balance.

"I— I did not do that! They must be fake— or something!"

You jab an accusatory finger into Kylar's chest, horrified that he's showing you something obscene as doctored lewd photos. He only continues to smile at you, unphased by your anger, only continuing to play dumb.

"I don't know, (Name)... There's so many..."

"No! Don't give me that bullshit, creep! Where did you even get these?"

You haven't had sex with anyone in this town, so how the fuck did this creep come up with these photos?

"It'd be horrible if everyone saw these, huh?"

"A—Are you blackmailing me? You wouldn't—"

Kylar wouldn't, but you don't know that.

As Kylar continues to scroll, you're met with the horrifying realisation that the cock in each photo is the same. The same scruffy, unkempt hairs at the base, the same thick pink tip, the same ridiculous size— your face falls as you glance at the hand holding the phone, then the hand in the photo, you switch back and forth and back and forth until you realise the smile on Kylar's face is one of feigned innocence.

It's a malicious, horrible smile.

"I-Is that—"

"Mhmm," He hums breathily, stuffing his phone into his pocket with a crazed giggle. His horrible, toothy smile still remains even as you step backwards further into the depths of the closet, still shining in the dim light. The squeak of shoes against polished concrete makes your lungs heave for air, tightening to a sickening degree. Kylar stands in front of you, chest to chest, tracing a loving caress along your cheek.

"You've been so mean to me lately... I had to help you realise how much we love one another."

You whimper, something you never thought Kylar could make you do. Fat, salty tears trickle down your cheeks as Kylar looms above you. You remember him being short - unassuming and pathetic - but now, he seems so much bigger, so much more of a threat than you ever thought he could be. Kylar's thumb reaches outward, thumbing at each tear and delicately smearing them into your skin. You flinch at the touch, sniveling in disgust as he sticks his thumb into his mouth, relishing the taste.

Kylar shakily breathes in, savouring the closeness between the two of you. You're awake - unaffected by any tranquilizers and so, so receptive to his touches - and you can't refuse him. Kylar leans close, his open, heavy breathing mouth hovering over your quivering lips.

"Do you... want to get married?"

You swallow, squeezing your eyes shut at the weight of his words. If you refuse - to your knowledge - Kylar will leak those photos to everyone in town. You'll be seen as a slut - forever socially ruined - and even if you preached up and down that they aren't real, no one would believe you.

#dol #kylar the loner #kylar #dol kylar #kylar x reader #wooo 1.8k #degrees of lewdity #loving kylar blackmail hehe #if there's anymore tags i should add lmk #mwahaha :) #kuuskylarposting

[hatkuu]

wow no one has mentioned this yet????? ig i’ll be the FREAK to do it: vamp!kylar will absolutely eat the hell out of u when u have ur period 🧛 he can probably smell when it’s approaching too and gets so excited. esp bc he gets so fixated on when ur ovulating so when he knows ur period is coming he’s like a fruit fly and starts rubbing his hands together all giddy like

- 🎀

oh my gosh yes. yes. i was too embarrassed to write about it but. period sex with ANY kylar constantly floats around my brain. vampire kylar would be sucking on his fingers like he'd just ate a drumstick from kfc. finger licking good HAHSJSJAK

afab reader, period sex, period mentions, reader wears a skirt, general creepy kylar stuff., kylar's weird scent kink thing is in this too...

drabble continued utc!

I think the first time you're having a period with your freakish vampire boyfriend around - he's visibly on edge. Kylar's gnawing at the palm of his hand while sitting next to you in the cafeteria, sweating as his other hand grips on the sleeve of his hoodie. You note that he is looking at everything and everyone except you.

You'll reach out to touch him, placing a reassuring hand on Kylar's shoulder.

"Are you okay, Kylar?"

Kylar flinches back like you've just burned him - eyes bulging out of his head as his hands quickly shield his face from view.

"Y-Yes! I-I'm fine! J-Just—"

He peeks at you through his fingers, pupils dilated until only a sliver of green remains.

"—I-It's just really hot i-in here."

You throw him a weird look, rolling your eyes as you stand up from the cafeteria table. You absolutely cannot deal with this shit right now. Being hit with wave after wave of crippling cramps, the last thing you needed was your boyfriend being noticeably disgusted with you. You shuffle awkwardy, trying not to cause yourself more pain as you stand. Does Kylar hate you now? Is he scared of you? Fuck, you don't know if your irritability is stemming from the slick, sticky blood feeling between your thighs or your boyfriend - lost in his own little world - ignoring you when you need him most.

A strangled, panicked sound escapes Kylar as you stand. The hand covering his face reaches outward, snatching your wrist with a disturbing amount of strength. You try to slip out of his grip - upset that now he wants to touch you - but he does not relinquish his hold no matter how much you tug against it. He exhales shakily, his nails dig into you - they've gotten long - really long.

"Y-You can't go— You can't."

You try to pull away with more force, spluttering with confusion as Kylar refutes your struggle with ease. He can't possibly be jealous - you've spent almost the entirety of this week with him - he's staring at you with this horrible, anguished expression. It's the last thing you want to see today. Your bottom lip twitches beneath your teeth, tears pricking your eyes in frustration.

"Kylar! Stop being so weird— What is wrong with you today?"

Your scuffle turn heads. You can feel so many eyes on you, looking at you and Kylar, laughing as they see Kylar's hand is latched onto your wrist. Only then do you notice the gaunt, sickly shade of his face. Heavy, darkened bags rest under his eyes. His lips are chapped too, more than they usually are. Speckled bits of dried blood rest in between the grooves of each crack. Kylar twitches, sweat slicking his choppily-cut fringe to his forehead. He looks ill. He tugs you closer, talking in a low tone that makes your stomach churn.

"You're— You're on your period."

What. The. Fuck.

You don't remember telling him it was that time of the month? How does he know—

"W-What? What does that have to do with anything?"

"J-Just— c-come with me—"

He breathes in shakily, composing himself as his eyes trail up your form, lingering far too long on the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He stands to meet your height, breathing heavily as you flood his senses with a scent that is so undeniably you. Sweet, but not too sweet. It makes his body buzz with a sickeningly fuzzy feeling. His mouth fills with sailva as you hold his gaze, scrutinizing him with your cutely furrowed brows and a jutted-out bottom lip.

"I-I need to tell you something."

You can see the desperation in his expression. His other hand shakes at his side, aching to latch onto you and never let go. Festering like a fresh wound, Kylar's carnal urges get the better of him. His other hand grabs your shoulder, pushing you closer towards his chest.

He smells different. Like dust, dirt and nothing all at once. He doesn't smell like garlic and pepper. Normally, you're assaulted with the scent of the plants - but strangely - it's gone entirely. You look up at Kylar, brows still furrowed in confusion because this is your boyfriend but... something is inherently wrong about him.

Kylar tugs you out of the cafeteria.

You don't struggle.

-

"I-I need to taste you—"

"H-Huh?"

Kylar pushes you into the dilapidated storage closet, slamming the door shut behind him as he grapples you against the wall, panting against your mouth.

"I haven't— You smell so good, a-and I just need this," He cuts himself off, snapping his gaze toward you incredulously from his position against you. He visibly shudders, twitching as he falls forward onto his knees, grounding himself between your thighs. He eagerly tugs your school skirt down, panting as he is met with your panties. "I-I need this. N-Need to feed f-from you— no one else."

"W-What! Kylar! We are in school right now! It'll be too messy a-and it'll get all over you-"

You choose to ignore your boyfriend's weird phrasing of eating you out. 'Feeding' from you is new.

His forehead rests heavy against your swollen uterus - you don't know what he's doing - until Kylar leans closer to your clothed pussy and begins sniffing you. Sniffing you - and moaning like he should have gotten between your thighs the moment you sat next to him in the cafeteria. You squeak, latching your hands in his hair in a pathetic attempt to steer him away from your bloodied thighs. Your tightened grip doesn't deter Kylar. He groans loudly, unashamed as he tilts into your touch, panting puffs of hot wet air against your skin.

"Y-Yes! Oh, y-you have to let me— you smell so perfect, j-just—ah—just let me taste you,"

He's so close, so close to snapping and just biting into the soft skin of your thighs. His eyes dart between your face and your clothed heat. His jaw is clenched tight, gnawing at the skin on the inside of his cheeks. Strained to the last thread of his patience, Kylar lets out a hoarse, weak sound. His fingernails jab painfully into your thighs, carnal desperation evident in each action. Despite this, he looks up to you, teary eyed from the struggle of holding himself back.

"P-Please."

You nod, loosening your grip in Kylar's hair as he practically vibrates with excitement. He tugs down your panties, eyeing the pad that sits at the seat of them as his tongue slides over his bottom lip hungrily. You whine as his fingers nestle themselves against your overly sensitive folds. Slick with blood and wetness, Kylar's fingers prod at your folds, eagerly pressing against the spots that make your knees weaken against his hold.

Kylar's tongue inches out to lave at the smeared blood across your inner thigh, moaning at the taste. He latches onto you, lips forming a tight seal against blood-slick skin, mixing red with clear saliva as Kylar's teeth brush against you. Two particularly sharp teeth nick your inner thigh and you tug his head backward as his fingers continue softly rubbing at your clit. He presses an apologetic kiss to the wound, affectionately licking at the punctures, careful not to let any of the blood spill onto your white school shirt.

"I-I knew it'd be good—" He gasps, his mouth and wet tongue making quick work of your other blood-smeared thigh. "Y-You're so—ah—so, so, delicious, my love."

You blush, opening your eyes to look down at your boyfriend. Kylar's still twitching with excitement, tongue hanging out in anticipation as he nears your pussy. You whine weakly, pulling on his hair as dull throbbing cramps torment your lower abdomen. Kylar smiles at you, eyes much brighter - looking far less ill than before, too. He pulls his fingers away, admiring the sticky sheen of blood that coats them before quickly popping the digits into his mouth and moaning at the taste. He pushes you backward against the wall of the closet, spreading your thighs wide enough for his head to fit snugly between them.

He licks a stripe against the seam of your folds, eagerly lapping up the blend of arousal and blood. Your hands weave in his hair, pushing his nose against your clit as Kylar laves at your pussy, humming as your thighs trap him against your heat. Kylar groans, savouring the sweet, metallic taste of you against his tongue. He pushes closer, nestling his nose against your clit just close enough that with each press of his tongue against your entrance you cry out in pleasure, hands tightening in his dark hair. Kylar fucks you with his tongue until you're sobbing, wrapping an arm around each thigh to hold you firm against his mouth.

He moans as you grind against his tongue, chasing your release that hums deep within your core. Your grinding stutters as the coil burns hot within your stomach, tightening until it snaps.

You cry out as you cum, squirming as Kylar continues to hold you against his face. He groans, lapping up your arousal as it seeps onto his tongue. Your thighs clench against his head, quivering as Kylar slows his licking into gentle, loving laves against your pussy. He smiles as your hands fall from his hair. Kylar presses a loving kiss to your pussy, inching upward to press a kiss against your bloated abdomen as well. Even though he just gave you the most intense orgasm of your life, he's still so intimate with each of his actions, no matter how lewd or messy.

He pulls up your panties, your skirt, and readjusts the rest of your clothes before fixing his own.

Kylar stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then licking up the blood collected on it. He looks undeniably better than before; gone is the sickly tone of his skin, the heavy bags under his eyes, and now his eyes hold a twinkle that doesn't falter. He helps you up with ease, pulling you into his chest and nuzzling into your neck.

"Thank you," He whispers, smiling against your neck, pressing soft, affectionate kisses to the damp skin. You return his embrace even as your legs still tremble from the onslaught of pleasure Kylar gave you. You feel better now. Your boyfriend isn't disgusted at you. Quite far from it, actually. So you'll ignore that his teeth are sharper, that his skin is as cold as a cadaver's, that you swear his eyes were red at one point. He's your boyfriend. His strange, newfound affliction for blood doesn't mean anything. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder, breathing in his new scent of dirt, dust and nothingness. He giggles at your newfound neediness, rubbing your back in a soothing motion.

"Let's do this again tonight, okay?"

#god can yall tell i got inspo from jennifers body #kylar #kylar the loner #dol #kylar x reader #dol kylar #degrees of lewdity #also ik jennifer isnt a vampire but... hnngg the scene where shes like 'i only eat *boys* needy' like AAAAAAA BARKBARKABRk #probs my fav girl-love movie (guys i write for girls too i probably should have said that) #hnng gf kylar who very obviously takes inspo from jennifers body and kills all the boys you have crushes on so she can have u to hersself.. #anwyas guys more vampire kylar !!! thankyewww #kuuskylarposting

[hatkuu]

chat what does this mean.

can he. can he smell your orgasms...?

...

i don't know what to do with this information

#kylar the loner #dol #dol kylar #kylar #kylar x reader #kuuskylarposting

[hatkuu]

pent up kylar is a menace - maybe you get kidnapped and taken to the farm, or maybe you just straight up ignore him - either way, kylar does not take it lightly.

you've been gone for weeks. how do you expect him to cope with that?? he can barely survive without you!

when you finally see one another again; kylar is quite literally all over you. depending on your reaction, either overwhelming disgust or elation, selects whether you get a cute, clingy kylar who insists you sleep in his room tonight or an obsessive, hysterical kylar who holds a knife to your throat, demanding to know where you've been - How could you just leave him like this?

more below the cut!! (nsfw)(gen! reader, m! kylar)

If you're just as excited to see him...

"(N-Name)!" Kylar sobs, clutching at your torn school shirt like a lifeline. "I-I thought s-something horrible happened to you!" You feel tears soaking into fabric, heavy, shaky-breathed sobs racking Kylar's shoulders as he cries. He looks like a wreck. Heavy, dark purpled stains lay dormant under his eyes. His eyes themselves are wide, tinged pinky-red from sleep deprivation. You swallow.

"Kylar,"

You breath out his name, it is your lifeline. The one person you can come back to despite being held against your will by a crazed psychopath in the forest for weeks. Your hands, shaking just as much as his shoulders, reach around to return his heady embrace. "I-I couldn't... I would've..." Your words trail off, lost to the silent bustle of the alleyways in Danube Street. Kylar sobs loud.

"I-I was so worried a-and- I'm sorry I couldn't protect you-"

His eyes trail over the bruises spanning across your body. Painted by Eden, your body aches, throbs at each little movement from rough treatment. Kylar's eyes dull as he notices it all. All of the newly formed scars, bruises the same colour as his eyebags, the limp when you walk... It makes him ill.

The tears on his face, now dried to a crust, leave a lingering, salty smell in the air. A small, noticibly much frailer hand reaches up to cup your cheek.

"I won't let that happen to you again..."

He promises it to you, thumb gently rubbing at your cheek. "I'll... I'll kill anyone who touches you! J-Just, I..." He looks at his shoes, hand still on your face. "...Can you... s-stay in my room tonight?"

You can't refuse him, not when he looks up at you, red tearfilled puppy-dog eyes glittering at you. You weakly nod, leaning forward to put your upper body onto Kylar's. He smiles, rubbing your back in a repetitive, soothing motion. He whispers, just loud enough for you and the critters in the alleyway to hear.

"I don't t-think I can sleep without you..."

-

If you aren't happy to see Kylar...

You've been ignoring Kylar for three weeks now. Brushing off his pleading looks from across the cafeteria, ignoring him when he asks to walk home together - forgoing communication with the little creep entirely. You had sex once! One time, and now Kylar thinks you two are soulmates, destined to be together just because his stupidly large cock could fit inside you.

But you've moved onto better things. Better boys that don't obsessively stalk you, boys that don't get jealous if you glance at another living being... It wasn't difficult for you to move on. Clearly, it's different for Kylar.

You're on your way home, happily walking by yourself, kicking at lone petals on the footpath. You think you hear your footsteps doubling - like there's someone behind you, syncing theirs with your own - you ignore it. You're tired after studying. Probably just that.

You shriek, loud and obnoxious as you're tugged into an alley. A small, scarred hand clamps over your mouth that partly muffles your noise. You struggle - you scratch, flail and kick at your perpetrator - until you feel the cold steel of a knife press against the soft, peachy skin of your throat.

"Y-You've been i-ignoring me..."

He spits the word like sin, his spare hand snatching your hair and tugging backward until you meet his gaze. Kylar's eyes are wide, crazed and desperate. "Did I do s-something wrong-" Kylar wheezes, cackling to himself, pressing the sharpened edge of his knife just a little bit deeper, just enough to nip you. "-Is there a-another guy?" He scowls, pulling your head further back so it rests against his shoulder blade. "Y-You don't need anyone e-else - You know that! - So why are you acting like a slut!"

Kylar cries out, he's hysterical and you can't do anything to calm him down. You whimper louder, praying to any and every god to save you from this horrible situation.

Kylar giggles.

"...Oh? L-Look at you... making s-such cute sounds-"

He breathes in your scent shakily, savouring it. He missed you so much--

"D-Did you miss me as much as I missed you?"

He purrs, still holding the knife to your throat even as he talks so sweetly.

"I know you d-did. You j-just like it when I'm rough, don't you?"

He grinds his cock against your ass, groaning and panting against your earlobe. His tongue slides out to lick a stripe along the sensitive flesh, Kylar's cock throbbing against you as he does so.

"That's okay, I can give it to you rough... I know you love it when I stretch you out..."

The hand that once held your hair in an iron grip releases you, opting to grope at your chest and tweak your sensitive nipples through your school shirt. Kylar outright moans as your nipples harden under his fingers. He smiles against your neck. You feel it. You don't dare to meet his eyes.

"I knew you missed me! T-That's okay, my little tease!'

You moan as his fingers pinch and prod your sensitive flesh, hissing in pain as his motions turn rough and frantic.

"D-Don't worry," He croons the words, taking his attention away from your pointed, reddened buds.

"I'll take care of you just like a good husband should."

#can you guys tell i like Kylar's alleyway interactions... #there is such a difference between my Kylar's its STAGGERING #kylar the loner #dol kylar #kylar #dol #degrees of lewdity #please send me kylar asks I BEG #kuuskylarposting

[hatkuu]

okay kylar waiting til your ovulating to steal your panties because they smell better to him. nasty little freak -propertyofkylar

NOOOO AAAUGAGSHS THE KYLAR SMELL AGENDA IS HAUNTING ME BAHAHSHSAJ @propertyofkylar

he would. he most definitely would.

tw utc: AFAB READER, OVULATION, STALKER BEHAVIOUR, SCENT KINK, SMUT UTC!!!

- if you complain about him being gross he'll pout and whine and stomp his feet because why are you denying him the very thing he loves the most in the whole wide world???!?!?

- he still steals them though. even if you tell him not to because it's creepy and weird!!(kylar gonna kylar)

- he laps at the seat of your panties like it's the finest of delicacies, huffing and stroking his cock frantically trying to commit the taste of you to memory.

- and after he's done fisting his cock for the first time, his whimpers muffled by the fabric in his mouth. he goes for round 2. straight after. no breaks. wraps your panties around his cock and goes to town until he has friction burns. doesn't regret a thing even after he's awkwardly shifting in his seat during english class.

- but even if he swears up and down that the perfect flavour of you still lingers on his tongue as he goes about his day - he always comes back for more of your panties. always.

- purposefully doesn't replace the clothing he steals because he so so desperately wants you to confront him about it (he is gross like that and yes he wants you to call him disgusting and demand him to apologise (he will)(preferably by kissing and licking at your cunt until you're satisfied))

anyways back to the ovulation agenda;

- most definitely can smell the difference. demands you show him your pussy so he can smell you better. if you don't show him he's just gonna snatch all of your underwear and force you to come to school bare. (sure he gets mad at the thought of other people seeing but he's DESPERATE.)

- really really likes to give you head when you're ovulating, obviously he knows that it's peak breeding time and all but he just. really really loves how you smell. he drools all over your folds while he smells you. it's weird. you physically have to tug him away or push his mouth up against your clit to snap him out of his hormone induced haze.

- panties are nothing compared to the real thing, and he happily informs you that!! But he still takes them anyways because... what if you're busy and you don't want him to fuck you :( what if you decide to go on birth control :(

- actually don't tell him that you're on any contraceptives bc. it won't end well. either he's going to be drugging you with a drug that cancels out the effects or snatching you up and lovingly tying you up in his basement so you're persuaded to stop taking them!! It's so mean that you'd deny him the pleasure of fucking you at peak fertility :(

- i know this is horny posting buuut i think he'd be weirdly sweet and affectionate when you're ovulating - burying his face in your hair and just breathing you in, he's very grabby (he HAS to be touching you 24/7 otherwise he gets upset.), walks you home after school, and gives you lots of kisses all throughout the day. he's very sweet. but still creepy. don't forget that.

#dol kylar #kylar the loner #dol #hatkuuasks #kylar x reader #kuuskylarposting

[hatkuu]

Thoughts on Kylar with a S/O that doesn't care about his obsessive tendencies? like, he'll be following them home and pc will turn around to face him like "omg hi Kylar!!!"

oooh. you're in for it. he definitely takes it as an A okay to increase his obsessive behaviour ten fold. he just wants to make you happy!!

Kylar starts following you home so much more - to the point where he's spending all of his time with you - even if you don't notice he's there. You'll just be cutely going about your day, oblivious to the hunched, heaving breathing figure two steps behind you. Kylar thinks he's being so sneaky - that you don't notice the stale scent of his breath fanning against your nape - as you continue to roam Danube Street alone. But you eventually notice, given that no one else has a distinct undertone of garlic in their scent besides Kylar.

"Oh! Hi Kylar!"

Your words elicit a flinch from Kylar. His whole body freezes up, reboots, then flicks back on in a span of ten awkward seconds. You don't comment on it, instead, you smile, cooing at Kylar as you fix his matted, greasy hair hidden underneath his hood. Your fingers tussle through the tangled strands, hushing Kylar while he freezes up in panic amidst your coddling.

(more below the cut!!)

"Aw, you can't wear your hoodie all the time! Look at what it does to your hair!"

Kylar shyly smiles while you continue untangling and combing through his hair. Blood rushes to the vessels in Kylar's face as his smile grows wider and wider. You absent-mindedly smile back at him, oblivious to the obessessive, sick feelings blossoming in Kylar's heart.

He eats up all the attention you give him - mostly because no one else even looks at him with a smidge of the adoration that you do - all of your smiles, cooed out affirmations, fleeting touches... They make Kylar feel alive.

You don't think Kylar means any harm - because, well, why would he? He's just... your ...protector? You're not sure if you actually want to give him that title because he might take it just a little too literally and start stabbing at anyone who enters your personal space unannounced.

Kylar's reactions to you ignoring his obsessive behaviour solely depends on how you manage it. Like, if you're all sweet and loving despite openly seeing Kylar threaten a love interest; he takes that as your signature on your shared marriage certificate. But, if you're more oblivious (like himbo or bimbo s/o) Kylar is over the moon - this means he can do whatever he wants and you won't notice!

(Then his thoughts start shifting towards if he's the only person you're so nice to... He doesn't think he can live with himself if you're sharing your love with so many other people... cue hysterical Kylar shenanigans due to overthinking haha...)

#kylar the loner #dol kylar #dol #kylar #hatkuuasks #kuuskylarposting

[hatkuu]

To kylar

I want to rip your throat out with my teeth <3

"Y-You want to... do what?"

Kylar smiles and blushes, hiding behind their bangs. They suddenly lunge forward, pressing their chest against your own as they tilt their head back, baring their neck to you.

"Y-You can bite me all you w-want, my love!"

You can feel Kylar's body shaking with excitement, twitching underneath your fingers as you gently trace the sensitive flesh of their neck with your tongue. Before you can bite down, Kylar pulls back abruptly, meeting your gaze with a surprisingly heated expression.

"Promise! Promise that I'm the only one you'll do this to!"

It seems like they won't take no for an answer.

#hatkuuasks #kylar the loner #dol kylar #dol #kylar x reader #kuuskylarposting #kylar #kuusci #hehehueueu kylar

[hatkuu]

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.

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"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

[hatkuu]

hatkuu imagine showering w kylar after a long stressful day…omg he’s so gentle massaging ur scalp w shampoo and rubbing the washcloth across ur body…he’s being so sweet you just HAVE to give him a reward

AWWWW WAIT THIS IS SOSOSOS SWEET

he'd get you a stool to sit on and turn the faucet until the water runs to a soothing, muscle relaxing heat. kylar would coo at you, murmuring how perfectly soft and beautiful your body is, how he could touch you for hours if you'd let him.

you'd lean into his touches because wow, you were not expecting kylar's cute little hands to work your shoulder muscles so well and now you're slouching and letting out little pained moans because kylar knows all of the spots in which your muscles and joints hurt the most. he keeps massaging all the while, pressing soft loving kisses to the nape of your neck and rubbing scented soaps, body oils, and all of the nice smelling toiletries he's spoiled you with.

he repeats this process all over, rubbing and caressing your sensitive parts but pulling away abruptly with shuddering, pained sighs. he yearns to touch you lewdly but he can see that you've had a long day and he wants to be good for you.

cute nsfw under the cut!

his hands make their way up to your head, lathering argon oil shampoo into your scalp and cooing at you as you purr and keen into his touch. kylar's the only one to see you like this. so vulnerable and sweet. he rinses your hair so carefully, making sure no soap suds get in your eyes (he cups his palm over your forehead to ensure it doesn't happen)

when he's done and you turn around to face him on the stool, you realise he's painfully hard, his cock throbbing hot against his lean stomach. you bite your lip, gazing at kylar expectantly. he averts his eyes, muttering false refusals and murmuring that 'you don't have to help him' and that he 'wants to make you feel good'.

you ignore him anyways, standing up and leaning back against the tiles on the shower wall. water droplets rivulet down your body, kylar gapes at you as you offer yourself to him so willingly. your hand wraps around kylar's wrist, easing him towards trailing his fingers up and down your body. you smile as his cock pulses against your thigh - you're awfully familiar with the feeling of kylar rutting himself against you - mixing precum and water into a filthy blend.

kylar's hair is slicked against his forehead, darkened by the shower water. you yearn to reach up and massage his scalp just as he did to you... but you know that isn't what kylar wants.

you giggle sweetly, brushing wet hair from his face as he pins you against wet tile. kylar shyly smiles back, still rutting against your thigh.

"Don't you want to fuck me, Kylar?"

"Not yet—"

He whispers, leaning forward just far enough that his tongue tickles your collarbones. He sucks large, purple hickeys into your neck as your fingernails scrape red stripes down his back. One of his hands slide down to your crotch, shlicking his fingers with your sticky arousal.

"—wanna make you feel good first."

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