#kylar x reader

[propertyofwhitney67]

I Thought Of You

M!Kylar x Gn!Reader

Words: 503

TW: Tracking jewelry, stalking, kidnapping, suggestive and dubious ending (dub/noncon ish)

Note: sweet reader isn't privy to Kylar's tendencies and finds out the hard way

Kylar seemed anxious, more so than usual. He kept fiddling with something in his pocket throughout class. He would abruptly stop and stare at me, then go back to fiddling with whatever it was in his pocket. It was kinda creepy, but I was used to it by now.

At lunch he picked at his food and fiddled with his pocket. I didn’t ask him what was wrong, not wanting him to shut down. I worked so hard to get him out of his shell and I didn’t want him to revert to that state again.

 After a few minutes he seemed to gain the courage he needed, pulling out a box from his pocket and placing it in front of me. “I-I uh saw this at the mall and thought of you…I thought, maybe, you’d like it…” He was blushing furiously and trying to hide behind his hair.

I couldn't help but smile, he looked so sheepish and cute. “You got me something?” I picked up the box and inspected it. It looked like something jewelry would come in.

He nodded quickly, “Yeah, I hope you like it.” He twiddled his fingers, waiting for me to open the box.

I opened the box, and inside was a bracelet. It was cute and simple, nothing fancy or flashy, just a simple bracelet with a green gem. It reminded me of his eyes. “I love it, thank you.” I kissed his cheek and slipped it on.

–

Since Kylar got me that bracelet it seemed like he was everywhere I went, like he knew just where to find me. Interrupting everything I did and chasing off my friends, it was getting annoying. Testing out a theory I had, I left the bracelet at home. 

After alternating between wearing and not wearing the bracelet for a few weeks I concluded that Kylar was tracking me using the bracelet and in a fit of anger I broke the bracelet. I needed answers, why would he do this?

I decided to confront Kylar about my findings. I looked for him during lunch to no avail. I finally tried his spot outside, as soon as I stepped outside something pricked me in the neck and I began to feel woozy. I collapsed but I felt something catch me before I lost consciousness.

–

I awoke after what felt like ages. My whole body was sore and when I tried to move I couldn’t. I looked down and found myself tied to a chair in a dark basement. Before I had time to think the door opened, revealing a disheveled Kylar. “You’re finally awake, my love!” 

Something felt off about him, but I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what. “Why did you have to remove the bracelet?” He sounded unhinged. 

Before I could reply he aggressively kissed me, “That doesn’t matter now.” He began to undress me, “You’re safer here with me anyway…” With my body now accessible to him he didn’t waste any time in taking what was his.

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘒𝘰-𝘍𝘪

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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.

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[renaissanceramblings]

All I ask is anything with M!Kylar- anything at all. I'm totally not obsessed with him or anything that would be crazy ahahaha totally don't want to hold him in a storage closet and milk him dry as I kiss his tears away

yas queen slay

I made this more of a reverse comfort + sex thing bc I need it soz

M!Kylar x AFAB!Reader

~+~

Taking Kylar to the mall was the stupidest fucking thing you’ve ever done.

Godfuck, you knew he wasn’t popular, and you especially knew that your classmates weren’t kind, but you were never expecting to be in a situation like this.

Walking home quietly with his hand in yours, pretending not to notice his poorly concealed sobs and teary face.

The cruelty of the town you live in is always there, but sometimes it’s a bit easier to forget and pretend things are okay. Sometimes it’s a little easier to think that things can be good and kind.

But then you see people talking about Kylar, and prodding and poking at his every insecurity, every failure, every unsavory moment he’s ever had until he’s breaking down in public and people are looking at him as if he’s the weird one for it.

So here you are, at the door of his house pulling fucking garlic necklaces out of your bag so you aren’t torn apart by your lover’s parents while said lover is still choking on his tears.

It isn’t until you get to his room and you’re both sitting in his bed, still in silence (silence in the asylum, no one but yourself. too quiet so quiet make it stop make it stop make it stop-) that you decide to look at him.

His mouth is trembling, forced into a line to presumably hold back his cries. His face is stained with tear tracks, and his brows are furrowed, eyes red and watery and still spilling tears.

It breaks your heart.

Your hands cup his face, thumbs pressing into the skin of his cheekbones and rubbing soft, soothing circles into his skin. You look at him with a pitying, gentle glance.

“Oh, baby.”

And Kylar breaks.

Because everyone in this godforsaken place is vile, and you are his only salvation. Because everyone here is hard, and cracked around the edges, and you are gentle and soft. Because here, where he is safe, the rest of the town is outside, and you are here, with him.

He’s leaning into you, hanging onto you like a lifeline, and it’s all you can do to keep yourself from crying, too. (How long has it been since someone has held you without intent to hurt? How long since someone besides Kylar had held you so gently? Lovingly? Adoringly?)

You don’t realize you’re crying too until Kylar looks at your face and starts crying harder, at which point you’re both messes.

You hold each other with the kind of tenderness that only two broken people an possess, and you’re not sure whether to be grateful for this connection or mourn what had to be done to he two of you to achieve it.

“I love you.” You’re not sure who said it.

“Love you, love you, love you, love youloveyou-“

Your lips smash into his and there is no more words, only the desperate whines and pants of your lover and yourself.

Your legs come up on either side of him, straddling him and grinding down. His hips buck against yours wildly and his hands bruise you in his tight hold, but you can’t bring yourself to mind. (You are each other’s beginning, and you will make sure he is your end.)

Kylar lets out a moan against your lips—you swallow it greedily. Your hands tear at each other’s clothes and caress the skin underneath.

He removes himself from against your lips to mouth at your tits, your hands finding a home in his hair as your cunt drools against his thick cock pressed up against you.

“Kyla-ahn!”

He flips you over; desperate, frenzied, frantic, licking and biting like a man starved. He sucks bruises onto your skin with a passion, thinking of you all pretty on his cock, marked up as his, his, his. You’re moaning and writhing against him and Kylar thinks that the events of today may have been worth it, if he gets to see you underneath him like this.

Pressed flush against your skin, he thinks he’s going insane. (He thinks he already is.) “Let me fuck you, please let me fuck you, please please please-“

With lidded eyes, you look up at him.

“Fuck me, Kylar.”

And that’s all he needs.

One second you’re making eye contact and the next your head is thrown back as your cunt clenches around him.

God, he’s so big. No matter how many times you fuck, he always manages to force the breath from your lungs with the stretch that follows.

You feel like you’re breaking apart, he’s tearing you into two. And still, you want more, more, more. (More of his love, more of his devotion, more of his absolute worship of all things you. He’s going to ruin you for anyone who isn’t him again and you can’t fucking wait.)

His head is forced in the space between your neck and shoulders, drooling and babbling about how you’re his, and no one else’s. About how if someone tries to get in the way he’ll fucking end them and their entire bloodline, because he loves you. All the while he is rutting into you like an animal, grinding against your cunt as you swallow him whole.

He is frantic. You are desperate. Only one thought pervades your minds. You were made for each other. (A match made in hell. Pray that no soul is unfortunate enough to attempt to come between you.)

You are sent over the edge, spasming and shaking, moaning like a whore. Kylar soon follows.

You are filled up, hot and thick cum painting your walls white as his cock twitches and jumps within you. You hope he’ll never leave you.

Heavy breaths fill the room. He lifts his head up and leans it against yours. The two of you are sweaty and exhausted.

You look at each other, and a single word reverberates throughout the room.

“Mine.”

(You’re not sure who said it.)

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[propertyofkylar]

happy valentine’s day - m!kylar x f!pc

cw: breeding kink

You stood outside the manor door, grasping a large tote bag in your hands. It being the middle of February, the weather was still quite unpleasant, so without knocking, you walked right inside.

Almost immediately as you stepped in, you were attacked. A pair of arms wrapped tightly around you and you stiffened in response before realizing it was just your overly-eager boyfriend.

“Kylar,” you squeaked out. “Lemme breathe.”

He apologetically took a half-step back, not letting go of you. Kylar looked up at you, his eyes shining brightly through his bangs. “Sorry! Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m just so excited…” he said sheepishly, and you got the idea that he wasn’t really all that sorry.

You smiled and playfully shook your head, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Kylar practically lit up when you did that, and was about to snuggle into you again before he got distracted by the bag in your hand. “What’s that?”

You lifted the bag in question. “Gonna make you something to eat.”

Growing up in the orphanage, Valentine’s Day had never been more than you and Robin exchanging sweets you had managed to sneak past Bailey. But now, having a boyfriend, you figured you should actually do something. You weren’t able to afford much and still be able to pay Bailey, and while you knew Kylar would be overjoyed no matter what you offered, you still thought the boy deserved something nice.

Kylar lit up even more and practically jumped for joy. “Thank you, my love!”

You couldn’t help but smile even more as the two of you walked into the rarely-used kitchen. “Curry noodles,” you explained as you set the ingredients on the counter. “I figured it’d be like that crap you eat every day, but with actual nutrients and a non-deadly amount of sodium.”

His head rested on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around you from behind. “Anything you make will be delicious.”

“That’s sweet of you to say, and probably not true,” you smiled. “Now I need you to get off me so I can actually cook.”

“Oh!” Kylar withdrew as if he had been shocked. “Presents! I need to give you your presents!” He scrambled out of the room and returned with a large gift bag.

You began prepping the meal as Kylar showered you with a variety of gifts like flowers, heart-shaped boxes of chocolate and more. You opted not to ask where - or rather, how - he had gotten his hands on them.

Making idle chitchat with your sweet (and overbearing boyfriend), the meal quickly came together and it was time to eat. You dished up a plate and slid it in front of Kylar, who was eyeing the meal like he had never seen anything so delicious before.

“Don’t get your hopes up too high, it’s probably not that good,” you warned, but Kylar vigorously shook his head “no.”

“Anything my love makes is the most delicious thing ever!” He proclaimed before taking a bite. Kylar’s face was aglow with joy as he beamed at you. “It’s amazing!”

He quickly dug in for more, and with a chuckle, you began to eat your own helping. Well, it was pretty decent, after all.

You didn’t talk much through dinner - Kylar was unable to speak as he was scarfing down his food and you actually had to ask him to slow down in fear he might choke - and when you two were done, he leaned back in his chair with a satisfied look on his face.

“Thank you, my love,” he said. “Everything you do is perfect. You’re perfect.”

You smiled at the flattery, an eagerness building inside of you as you thought about what was coming next. “That’s not all I have planned.”

Kylar’s eyes widened and his face flushed slightly. Yeah, he had picked up on what you meant. “O-oh?”

Your smirk grew. “It’s time for dessert.”

Without hesitating, Kylar stood from his chair and grabbed your hand, dragging you to his bedroom. He slammed the door behind him, panting a little.

You took your time going to sit on the edge of his bed, feeling Kylar’s eyes on you all the while. He stood by the door, fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweatshirt. Honestly, it was so cute how he still got so nervous when you had sex.

You almost didn’t notice the red rose petals resting atop his bedsheets. The sight of them made you smile. It was a sweet, romantic touch.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Kylar,” you said softly, spreading your legs a little. He could see right up your dress and audibly gulped at the sight of your lacy underwear. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

He blinked repeatedly. “W-whatever I want?”

You nodded. “Whatever you want, baby.”

Kylar sucked in a breath, then nodded. He made his way over to you and tugged at your dress. “Off.”

You stifled a giggle at his forwardness and teasingly took the dress off, revealing the matching bra and panties you had underneath. His eyes roamed your body hungrily and you couldn’t help but blush yourself under the intensity of his stare.

“See, this is what you get when you don’t steal my underwear.”

Kylar frowned. “No teasing,” he said, and pushed you back on the bed so swiftly that you gasped, many of the petals fluttering to the floor.

With his hands pressing on your shoulders, he straddled you, still unable to take his eyes off your body. “So perfect…” he murmured.

Your whole body felt hot as his hands began to move, grabbing and groping various parts of you. You let out a soft whimper, which seemed to awaken something in Kylar.

He brought his mouth right up against your ear, the feeling of his hot breath sending a shiver through your body. “I’m not gonna stop til I’ve put a baby in you.”

Without giving you a chance to react, he slid your panties down and shoved his head between your thighs. He quickly set to work, licking and sucking, and he had you squirming with pleasure within mere moments.

“Fuck, Kylar,” you gasped. He knew your body so well that he was able to lock onto that one spot so quickly.

“You taste so good,” he mumbled against you, and the vibrations of his voice made you shudder.

You cried out as you hit your first climax of the night, and Kylar drew back, a wide grin on his wet face. He clambered back over top of you, tugging off his sweatshirt and t-shirt in one motion.

He kissed you hard and you tasted your own juices on his tongue. “I want you to feel good,” he said, tugging down his pants. A large damp spot was visible on the front of his boxers where his cock was straining against the fabric and he looked up at you sheepishly.

“I can’t help myself,” he muttered, and it made you smile. You sat up to peel down his boxers, revealing his flushed and painfully hard cock that was practically dripping precum. Kylar’s breath hitched as you lightly trailed your fingers down his shaft.

Shaking his head and inhaling deeply, Kylar pushed your shoulders so you were laying flat on the bed. He gently stroked his shaft, lubing up his cock between your folds.

Then, with a slightly crazed look in his eyes, he plunged his cock into you.

Almost immediately, Kylar started whimpering and mumbling, but you couldn't make much of it out other than “ohmygodIloveyousomuch.”

You yelped at the sudden intrusion, but found yourself unable to say anything either.

“Kylar,” you whined, which only inspired Kylar to move his hips faster, relentlessly fucking you as he pressed your legs back, moving you into a mating press.

This new angle had you seeing stars, and already you could feel your second climax approaching.

Kylar was pressing kisses all over your face and neck - anywhere he could reach, basically, all while mumbling under his breath about his love for you and how he would die if he didn’t put a baby in you tonight.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore, and gripped onto Kylar’s shoulders as you came again.

His stuttering hips and erratic breathing signaled that his climax wasn’t far behind. And with a cry, Kylar came inside you, his hands clinging to your waist as he thrust inside you as deeply as possible.

Kylar buried his head in your neck and laid on top of you, your limbs intertwined, and his cock still inside of you. “I love you,” he mumbled against your sweaty skin.

It made you smile. “I love you too,” you replied, and you could feel his own smile grow against your neck.

Wrapping your arms around his back, you held him close as you rested your cheek atop his head, closing your eyes and settling in.

But Kylar had a different idea.

He flipped around so he was on his back and you were on top of him. You could feel him hardening again inside of you already, and the crazed look was back in his eyes.

“Y-you can’t expect to get pregnant from just one load, my love.”

You were in for a long night.

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[xlovingcupcakex]

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

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

2.350 words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could hear his heartbeat. His breathing got heavier. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come here, Puppy.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#dol #dol kylar #dol x reader #kylar dol #kylar x reader #kylar the loner #dol kylar x reader #loving's writing #kylar degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity kylar #male kylar #degrees of lewdity x reader #degrees of lewdity

[kylars-owner]

he is (not) your cousin

TW: sorta pseudo incest?, monster kylar, tentacles, gaslighting?

Characters: m! Kylar, gn! Reader

Notes: hnngh

He is not your cousin.

You have never seen him before. Your aunt and uncle are open about never wanting kids, and have stuck by that. They’re also rather young to have an eighteen year old son.

No, you know for a fact he is not your cousin.

So, why?

Why is everyone so insistent that he is, that you’re just being mean for challenging it?

They call him Kylar. 

People not speaking doesn’t usually bother you, whether they are silent by choice or by circumstance, but his silence bothers you. Why does everyone act as if he speaks, when his mouth remains firmly shut and he makes no noise? He has not once opened his mouth that you have seen, and yet everyone responds to him as if he has spoken. They ask him questions and think he has answered. 

They all know a shocking amount about him.

In fact, you’re pretty sure your own parents know more about this stranger of a cousin than their own child. The people around will act as if it is strange when you don’t know things, then tell you about him. You don’t always listen. You think he knows you don’t, and get the feeling it upsets him.

Kylar stares at you constantly. Every time you’re in the same room his eyes rarely leave your form, if at all. His eyes are a green that is all too bright, as if he is wearing contacts. They give you headaches when you look into them.

Some nights he stays over. You are forced to let him sleep on an air mattress on the floor of your room. Those few nights are the worst, as you feel him stand over your bed, staring down at you as you try to sleep. It is in these moments you notice he completely lacks the faint noise of a person breathing.

One day you catch him on your computer. His face is red as you him to leave.

The next day tentacles seem to sprout from his back, curling under his shirt and crawling around aimlessly. This is treated with such normalcy you start to question your perception of the world. This is the first time you take your consideration of his inhumanity seriously. You never need to question it again. There is no longer a way to make yourself think otherwise.

His tentacles wander, often towards you. Bringing up the way they touch you is always blamed on you. You are in the wrong for even bringing them up, citing that you know he is insecure about them, that you know he cannot control them. You are not sure how true that is.

You do not have a cousin named Kylar.

...

Your cousin is named Kylar.

He only speaks to you in quiet whispers. His voice is soft and almost pitchy, raspy in a way that suggests he hardly speaks. His accent seems to not come from any specific region or dialect that you can pin down. 

When he started going to school with you, he made a social pariah of himself by doing nothing at all. You have become one as well, all for sticking up for him. He seems pleased, at least, that you are kind to him. He is happy that you are there for him. 

You do not question when he calls you his.

You do not question when he nuzzles close to you on cold summer days.

You do not question when you wake up at night nude, with his tentacles roaming and touching you body, squeezing rhythmically. 

...

Your boyfriend is named Kylar.

#kylar dol #dol #kylar the loner #kylar #kylar x reader #kylar degrees of lewdity #kylar degrees of lewdity x reader

[allfearstofallto]

Male Kylar x Fem! Reader

TW: 18+ MDNI, Dub-con, BDSM, Anal, Pegging

Much to your annoyance, Kylar constantly begged you to fuck him. He'd hump against your leg like a dog in heat, with tears in his eyes he'd plead you for just a touch. For a taste of your body. He only wanted you just once he said, knowing that he was lying, but the painful ache in his pants couldn't be sated by his hands any longer. He promise he'd be good if you just let him put it inside you.

The day you finally decide to give him what he wants, he's over the moon. Kylar lays on your bed, naked with his dick twitching and hard. He's never leaked this much precum before, the entire tip of his cock looking wet and slick with the liquid. He's just waiting for you. You who said that you needed to step into the bathroom to freshen up.

He tries to hold back the shock he's feeling when you finally step into your bedroom. Your bare tits sitting beautifully has him panting, your waist, your stomach, but then his eyes fall on something else. The large pink strap-on cock that's on your body.

"Spread your legs,"

Out of fear, he'll do so immediately, knees pulling apart while trembling. You'll position yourself between them, grabbing his thighs to keep him spread open. A bottle of lube will be pulled from your bedside table, something he was certain was going to be used on you, but instead the slimy liquid drenches his asshole.

The fake, plastic cock pushes into his ass, making him see stars for a moment. His first time ever doing something like this is with you, which makes him happy, but the way you're mercilessly pounding into him is uncomfortable. He begs you to stop or slow down. Instead you grab his cock, using all that precum he had as lube as you stroke it at the same pace that you're fucking him.

He sobs that it's painful. That he doesn't want it. He starts those pathetic moans for a while, but after a few moments of you hitting his prostate with the tip of your cock, his sobs of pain turn to moans of pleasure.

"M-mo...more!" He manages to stutter out, causing you to smirk down at him.

And you give him more. Spreading his legs wider to give yourself access to that tight hole. He mewls while grabbing at your hips, trying to keep you as deep inside his ass as possible. He's drooling all over himself while taking it, little toes curling at each thrust.

He can't even announce that he's about to cum, all that leaves his lips is mumbled gibberish. But you feel it. The way his ass is squeezing your cock tells you enough.

He shivers a bit, green eyes clenched shut. His dick twitching in your hand, his balls tensing. His cum shoots from his cock. Shot after shot of the white liquid, as be practically screams out in pleasure. His face and chest are covered in his cum, a beautiful sight to behold.

You pull out from his ass and his body goes limp. He lays there on your bed, covered in his own semen, body shaking every so often. He falls asleep like this, without your permission. But as he snuggles inlf your bed, you find yourself unable to wake him.

He'll definitely ask you to fuck him again.

#degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar the loner #dol kylar #kylar x reader #kylar smut #degrees of lewdity smut #smut #mdni #dol fanfic

[prettybunnihunni]

TW; Sex doll/Body pillow, kylar is his own warning, voyeurism, edging, VERY SHORT

Making kylar fuck his body pillow in front of you, the humiliation only spurring him on.

It starts with you being at his mansion, just cleaning up because you know how messy he is. Picking up the mess that is his room, tidying his desk and bed, before leaning down to check under his bed.

Only for you to find a long pillow. Very vaguely was it shaped like a body. Your curiosity led to later events, pulling out the soft material only to realize your face is on it.

The body printed in a way that had whatever marking your body had. From tattoos to freckles to scars. Everything was an exact copy of your body.

As you looked lower, you noticed the crotch area dipped in, which you slowly pushed a finger in to find out it tightened around it, something slick and warm coating your finger.

It didn’t take long before Kylar came in, gasping as soon as he saw you on his bed with a body pillow of you laid out beside him, your finger knuckle deep in it as you stared him down.

You looked like you wanted to eat him, and his eyes widened more as you slowly pull your finger out.

He didn’t know whether to apologize to you and beg for forgiveness or to run away.

However, your fingers beckoning him to get closer made him scurry to you, standing in front of you nervously before you shoved him down on the bed.

The squeak that left him made you laugh, and you pushed him towards the doll slowly.

“Fuck it in front of me.”

His body was too warm. Hot. Drool and tears trickled down his chin, the doll soaking up a lot of them as his hips jerked wildly.

You were sitting beside the doll, watching as Kylar stoped moving in desperation to not cum.

He failed slightly, as his hips jerked and trembled, trying to keep moving towards his release.

He was too scared to anger you, fearing you’d make him stop, so he screamed at himself in his head to not cum.

He can’t, you specifically told him to hold it until you said so.

He had agreed too easily, and the babbling that was leaving his lips made you realize he was getting desperate.

Loud and desperate for you, just you, you simply watch as he keeps going.

This one is based on a AO3 fic I read lol

#kylar.🔪 #dol.💦 #kylar x reader #male kylar #degrees of lewdity kylar #dol kylar #kylar the loner #degrees of lewdity #dol

[deer-fic-fics]

Teasing Kylar by setting up a little game of hide-and-seek… waiting for them to go home to care for their parents, leaving a little clue on your bed for them to find. They always come back to you in the night once their parents are taken care of, to watch over you sleep. It’s a part of their routine, a soothing ritual. Imagine their panic when they realize you’re gone, not where you’re supposed to be! Frantically chasing after you and the clues you leave, jealousy and anxiety rising the longer you hide from them~! I’m sure you’ll have a good reward when they finally catch you, won’t you?

Or, instead of fully running— maybe you spend that night reverse-stalking Kylar. Following them home, and watching with amusement as they scurry around town like a rat in a maze to pick up all of your red herring clues. Making sure they don’t catch you, and then showing up to class the next day like nothing’s wrong. Acting so concerned about Kylar, who’s so much more disheveled and erratic than usual… “You look so tired… didn’t sleep well?”

#I wanna be mean to them just a little :] #dol #degrees of lewdity #my thoughts #Kylar the Loner #dol kylar #kylar x reader #Kylar x pc

[mirangel]

OK HI i remembered what i wanted my kylar rq to be so :3

i was thinking him and pc could be on a date and kylar drugs them, brings them home, and noncons them :3 (maybe have it implied he got the drugs from harper if u wanna hehe)

other than thaat umn could u make him overly touchy? like groping lots, pressing himself close to pc etc :3

but ok ty in advance mwah mwah

kylar dark nsfw drabble 1

cw: noncon, drugging, dry sex, creampie, m!kylar, gn!reader

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

kylar is so fucking giddy it’s unreal, his hands are shaking as he holds you close, practically drooling all over your neck as he leaves a few hickies, a few reminders of him for the weeks to come. he doesn’t wait for you to wake up, he’s too excited to wait. it’s just a loss he’ll have to take.

his breath becomes labored at the mere sight of your sleeping form, his pants becoming unbearably tight as he lowers them to fish out his cock, jerking himself off while he strips you of your clothes. fuck, he could cum prematurely just from your body alone. in his inexperience, he fucks you dry, focusing on how tight your body is as he wraps his arms around your body, groping at any crevice and curve he could get his hands on.

he’s sick, he knows he is. but his eyes roll back at the sensation of your tight hole wrapped around his cock, burying his face into the crook of your neck to inhale your scent as his hips eventually stutter and still, cumming deep inside you. but kylar doesn’t pull away from you, rather groping at your chest, your ass and your thighs with a fervent need as if he would die if he wasn’t touching you in any capacity. perhaps dr. harper would be willing to teach him hypnosis next.

second dol drabble of the ranverse!!! im gonna get so much hate for literally breathing near dol but IDGAF!!!

#⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ starry scribe ✧ #⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ moon’s companions ✧: drool #⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ fading fantasy ✧ #dol x reader #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity x reader #dol kylar #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar the loner #kylar x reader #tw: noncon #cw: noncon

[propertyofwhitney67]

His Gift

M!Kylar x F!Reader

Words: 553

TW: smut, dubcon-ish?, breeding (it's Kylar what did you expect),

Note: My first ever Kylar fic and I was far too ambitious and made it smutty. This should never see the light of day...

I felt something holding me as I woke up in a sweat. I froze in fear and looked over to thankfully only find Kylar. I petted his hair, slowly waking him. “Good morning.”

He smiled and held me tighter, “Good morning, my love. Happy Valentine's Day.” He kissed me, his teeth clashing against mine painfully. He still had learning to do on that front. 

When I pulled back from the messy kiss, I noticed my window was wide open. I looked down at Kylar, “How did you get in?”

He looked a little sheepish at first, “Through the window.” He explained, slowly gaining that crazy look to him that I loved so dearly. “I wanted to be the first thing you saw when you woke up.”

I chuckled and kissed his cheek, causing him to blush. “How thoughtful of you. How about I give you your first gift of the day?” I shrugged off the blanket and went to my wardrobe, pulling out the new lingerie I bought.

I loved watching his reaction as I changed out of my pajamas and into the lingerie. His eyes were wide and he was fidgeting, wanting to get his hands on me. I twirled and posed for him as he sat on the bed, “What do you think?”

He continued to fidget and blush, “Y-You look beautiful, my love.” He reached out his small hands to touch me, he couldn’t keep them from shaking. “You always look so beautiful…” He got lost in admiring my body, his hands resting on my hips.

“I got them just for you,” I whispered and took his hands off my hips, pushing him back on the bed and hovering over him. “Now for your next gift.” I unhooked my bra and tossed it to the side. He tentatively reached up, grabbing my breasts and squeezing them with his small hands.

His breathing became heavy as he continued groping my chest, “Please…take it off.”

I pulled back and laughed at how pathetic he sounded, “Lucky for you, me being naked is a part of your gift.” Just to tease him, I slowly stripped off my remaining lingerie.

“Stop teasing…” Kylar whined and reached out to pull down my panties. I playfully smacked his hands away, causing him to get angry. He frowned and ripped the rest of the lingerie from my body. He then pinned me under him, he’s strong when he gets like this.

He kept me pinned with one arm and with the other freeing his cock from his pants. “Kylar…” I trailed off. He ignored me and rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance, collecting my wetness. 

He moaned like a pathetic virgin as he entered me, “You feel so good…” He couldn’t hold back for long and began to thrust in and out of me. “You’re going to look so beautiful pregnant.”

I clenched around him, his words affecting me.  “Fuck…breed me.” He began to thrust furiously upon hearing my words.

“You’re perfect…” He mumbled, hiding his face in my neck. Occasionally kissing and biting me, but mostly just breathing heavily. 

Kylar moaned loudly in my ear as he came. I laughed at how quickly he came, “You’re so pathetic.” I brushed the hair out of his face and kissed his forehead. “I love you.”

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘒𝘰-𝘍𝘪

#tw dubcon #tw breeding kink #dol #dol kylar #kylar the loner #dol fanfic #dol fanfiction #kylar dol #kylar x reader #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity fanfiction #degrees of lewdity fanfic #degrees of lewdity imagine #kylar the loner x reader #dol x reader

[crstsgrl]

The toxic urge to drive Kylar to madness 🤟😭

#degrees of lewdity #dol #dol fanart #dol kylar #kylar the loner #kylar x reader #male kylar #kylar fanart #mdni

[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

[butterbabyflapjack]

WIP w e d n e s d a y

Thanks for the tag @gaeadene! 💗

I've been writing some Degrees of Lewdity stuff for a series of loosely connected one-shots, so here's some Kylar being hopelessly obsessed with you~💕

You…

You’re perfect.

Perfect, perfect, perfect, so perfect.

It isn’t fair.

It can’t be fair, how perfect you are. I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t see you with my own eyes, but I do, every day, every fucking day I see you and I want to claw apart my skin, want to crawl inside you.

Perfection isn’t fair, and it’s not fair what you do, how you wield it, what you do to me…

What you don’t do…

…How you don’t love me.

You’re so perfect.

It actually hurts to look at you, and you don’t even know, you don’t even– ha! ah-ha–! You don’t even…!

…Does it hurt you, too?

Your perfection?

How do you do it?

Torment me so?

By just existing?

By just existing.

By just existing, you hurt me

Because you don’t even look at me.

…You don’t even look at me.

Do I even exist in your world?

Am I a blur? The sound of nervous teeth? Of scuffing feet? Of eyes averted?

There’s no way you could love me.

Just look at me.

I’m nothing.

Nothing. I’m worthless, pathetic, I’m–!

There’s no way you could love me, of course there isn’t, you won’t even look at me, I’m…

There’s no way you could love me.

Not in the way that I love you.

Not in the way that hurts.

…No

No.

No, no, no–!

–No, you…!

You can love me…

…You will love me.

You will.

I'll show you.

You’ll love me, too.

You’ll want to be part of me. Never want to leave me. Never want me to leave you, and I won’t, I won’t, I wouldn’t, I’d never,

I’ll stay with you.

Forever.

I'll show you.

You’ll love me.

You’ll love me, too.

You will.

Beceause I’m yours.

And you’re mine.

#kylar the loner #degrees of lewdity #maybe i went overboard with this one #but i love obsessive weirdos #💚💚💚 #wip wednesday #dol kylar #kylar x reader #tagging anyone who wants to share what theyre working on! 💕💕 #dol #yandere

[propertyofkylar]

i dont think you've discussed kylar using just the tip to it's fullest potential... he'd be whining and begging, tears streaming down his face while he barely moves at all... IMAGINE IT!!!

hehehe m!kylar x gn!pc

“Don’t move.”

Kylar let out a feral-sounding whine, but nonetheless heeded your words.

“P-please, my love,” he whimpered, his fingers strengthening their clutch on your hips. It would probably hurt, if you weren’t enjoying the situation so much. “Why?”

You pretended to think about it for a few seconds, delighting in the way tears were welling up in Kylar’s eyes as you made him wait. “Mm. I dunno, actually. It’s just fun.”

He tried to glare at you, but tears started spilling at that moment and the impact was lost. “You’re—you’re mean,” his fingernails were nearly piercing the flesh on your hips and you couldn’t have felt more gleeful at that moment.

“Please, my love,” Kylar was begging now. If his cock wasn’t (barely) inside you, you imagined he might literally be prostrating himself in front of you. “Let me move. Let me love you. I—I need to feel inside of you, completely, so, so badly.”

Truth be told, you wanted that, too. But the joy of making Kylar suffer was almost as good as being fucked by him. And if your theory was right, it would end up being even better because of it. “Ah ah,” you smirked. “You can only move when I decide to let you.”

You could tell Kylar was desperate, the way his teeth were gritted and sweat dripped down his forehead, intermingling with his tears. “And when will that be?”

“I haven’t decided.”

Kylar practically howled at that, his face flushed beet red.

“Oh, fine,” you said with a huff, trying to act like it wasn’t affecting you as well. “Go on, then.”

The words had barely finished leaving your mouth before Kylar’s hips slammed against yours, leaving you breathless.

“So mean,” Kylar muttered under his breath as he repeatedly jackhammered into you. You were unable to form a response. “So, so mean.”

“Ky—” you managed to squeak out before you were cut off by your own, loud moan. His eyes flashed before he slipped a hand between your legs and began to stroke you. Clearly, your meanness hadn't damaged his dedication.

“F-fuck, I...” you yourself whimpered as your climax hit. A manic grin grew on Kylar's face as he felt your walls clench around him.

He didn't stop his rubbing nor his thrusting as you rode out your orgasm, his free hand still digging into your skin. The pain and pleasure mixed, and you could tell by the look on Kylar's face that it was exactly what he had wanted.

“So-hah-good!” Kylar panted as his hips slammed so hard into you that you felt yourself move several inches. “I love you!” He cried out as he thrust as deeply as possible, gripping your hips for leverage as he came inside of you. He didn't move, just stared at you possessively for a moment, his entire body slick with sweat. Then, with a huff, he dropped his full body weight on top of you, burying his head in the crook of your neck with a sniffle.

“You're so mean,” he whined for what felt like the millionth time. You giggled in response.

“You did a good job,” you told him, running your fingers through his hair. He pulled back to give you a pleased smile, humming happily. A twitch inside you reminded you that Kylar still hadn't pulled out.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, eyeing him. “Seriously? Again? Already?”

He pressed feather-light kisses to your neck, eliciting a soft moan from you. Then, he flashed you a devious smile.

“My turn to be mean.”

#nica tries writing again #nica tries writing GOOD #degrees of lewdity #dol #kylar the loner #dol kylar #dol x reader #kylar x reader #writing #idk. hope u like it #<- week old request from kuu #i have even older ones. still in there. btw #sigh one day ill get them all done...

[xlovingcupcakex]

M!Kylar x F!Reader - Gaming (Part 2)

Uhh. Me every 300 words: Kylar sex Kylar sex Kylar sex Kylar sex Ky--

Summary: You and Kylar meet. Kylar is being a creep. Pushes boundaries. Possesive Kylar behaviour. Typical Kylar delusions. As mentioned before, Kylar kinda belives you guys are e dating for some reason.

2.7k words of basically pushing boundaries and hornyness. Lot's of escalating.

The gas station – bright and vibrant during the night – was mostly empty at this hour. You anxiously sat in the seating area, a cup of hot chocolate in your hand as you checked the time once again. Anytime now.  

Anytime now and Kylar should be here soon. You intuitively pressed yourself into the corner of the couch, trying your best to minimize your form as you tapped your finger against the paper cup in your hand. It was probably too late to hide or leave by now. 

As soon as your phone screen lighted up, you instantly checked the notifications. A discord message greeted you. It’s Kylar. 

“I got off the bus stop. I’ll be at the gas station in 5 minutes, Love.” 

A cold feeling washed over you and your legs felt weak as you looked at the message. Two minutes passed. You were too nervous to watch the entrance door. 

Another two minutes.  

30 seconds.  

You froze up, gripping the phone tighter in your hand. Your feet were pressed into the floor with all your willpower. Your form was hidden in the corner of the gas station and other than the worker behind the counter, you were the only one inside. Would he be disappointed in how you looked? Did you look nice enough? 

The bell rang and you looked straight at the table, too nervous to look up and check if it’s Kylar. You didn’t even know how to recognize him.  

You didn’t have to worry about recognizing him, since it seems he called you immediately on discord upon entering the shop, sound of the ringtone playing all over the gas station. Shifting your position, you stiffly positioned yourself in the direction of the entrance, and there he was, you guessed. A baggy hoodie over his form, with some black ripped jeans to go along with it. A mop of black, tousled hair, with some dark eyebags under his eyes. He looked down on his phone, a nervous expression on his face. 

He looked surprisingly... Cute. Shy. Sleepless. 

As you looked up at him, he found your form shortly after, thanks to the discord ringtone.  

His gaze was intense as he looked you, before slowly making his way towards you, a little unsure of himself, but pressing on, nevertheless.  

You could feel a blush rising to your cheeks from how nervous you were, you casted your gaze towards the cup you were holding, feeling bashful. It was too hot inside. The steps stopped before your table and you forced yourself to look up.  

Green eyes. The most vibrant green you’ve ever seen. Piercing right through you. The man tore away his gaze, looking to the side, before sending you a shy smile.  

“(Name)? Is... that you, Love?” Kylar asked, before taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He nervously moved his hand around in his pocket.  

“Y-Yeah. Are you... Kylar?” He visibly cheered up upon hearing your name, looking less stressed as he heard your voice. You sounded even better in real life. It was like melody to his ears. He took a seat in front of you. 

“So (Name), um... Love.  What do you want to do... Do you still want me to be your... Blanket?” asked Kylar.  

You opened your mouth to say something, anything. In the end, you looked like a fish out of the water and only nodded your head. Your hands trembled under the table as you shyly played with the material of your outfit, unsure of what to say or do. 

Kylar stood up; palms pressed against the table as he picked himself up, getting ready to leave, seemingly twitching to touch you. He grabbed your hand, before looking down towards the floor, a blush on his features, eyes slowly drinking in the shape and look of your legs.  

His hand gave yours a small squeeze as he led you outside, with you slowly trailing after him. His hand felt warm and slightly sweaty. Or maybe it was your hand that was sweaty? You really couldn’t tell the difference at the moment.  

“Where would you like to go, Love?”  

With another, gentle squeeze, Kylar shot you a questioning look as you calmed your beating heart. Gripping his hand tighter, you nodded in the direction of your home, guiding him. “My home is in this direction.” you said.  

The air felt crisp, sharply hitting your face as both of you walked. Kylar couldn't believe his luck; he was relishing in the chance to finally be beside you and touch you, to feel your warmth against his. A shudder of pleasure ran down his back, making goosebumps rise all over his arms, making his hands involuntarily jerk.  

He diligently paid attention to every detail as you walked. You didn’t notice – the lanterns barely casting any light – as you continued to walk. He examined your hair, how it moved and glittered under the light, how vapor escaped your lips as you took a breath, the sound of your steps. He did his best to crave it into his memory.  

After 10 minutes or so, you and Kylar stood in front of your flat. You took the keys out of your jacket and unlocked the door, before pushing it open, familiar warmth welcoming you. You let Kylar take the first step inside, which he went ahead with.  

His fingers trailed against the wall, before flattening his palm as he took off his shoes. You followed after him inside – after taking off your jacket and shoes – before welcoming him into the open space that was your living room.  

“Here we are...” you anxiously shifted from one foot to the other, waiting for his reaction. Looking straight at him as he took in the décor, your stare bringing a pale blush on his cheeks. 

He slowly walked up to you, hands trembling with anticipation as he continued to close the gap. Now, standing in front of you, he hugged you tightly, his smell taking over your senses. Oh, he waited for so long! So much so he didn’t even notice how you tensed up, clearly surprised. He shamelessly took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and perfume. “It’s a nice place, Love...” 

"K-Kylar...?” you managed to squeak out, but he didn’t listen. Instead, he snuggled more into the crook of your neck, his nose bumping the skin. Upon feeling his lips, another squeal left your lips, which seemed to finally make him come to his senses, but not back off.  

“S-sorry, Love... I just... Waited for such a long time...” 

A dreamy sigh escaped him. You were so good. So cute. Even your shy expression made his heart race and face curl up into a timid smile. So, so adorable! So adorable how you were so shy you tried to take a step back, only for him to grab you closer to him, overwhelming you.  

This felt good. Nice. Kylar was in heaven as he held you in his arms, feeling quite content just holding you.  

Your face felt hot. Hands awkwardly on your sides.  

Black hair tickled your face as you let him hug you, heart fluttering at the proximity. Eventually, you wriggled free your hands and arms. With one arm, you hugged him back. Meanwhile, you reached your free hand to pat at his head, removing some hair that covered up his face; letting you get a clear look at his expression. 

A small bead of sweat rolled off of his temple, running down towards his jaw. His eyebrows were relaxed. Closed eyes and a small on his face made him look harmless. With his hair out of the way, the eyebags didn’t seem as severe as before. With the way how peaceful he looked, you felt guilty about your earlier reaction. He was like a total puppy. It was you who invited him over, after all.  

“Ky, do you want to grab some snacks? We can watch a movie on the sofa.” you said, gradually pulling back. This time, he let you go without any problems. An excited expression on his face as he nodded, lips pursed together, the corners threatening to rise up.  

“Great, you can stay here, and pick something on Netflix. The remote is on the table. I’ll be back soon.” 

You briskly walked to the kitchen, which wasn’t that large, but enough for you. Pressing your palms against the cold surface of the countertop, you took a few deep breaths, before reaching for some snacks from the cabinet.  

“Let me get this for you, Love...” 

You swiftly turned around, coming face to face with Kylar as he eagerly wrapped his arm around your waist, before pushing you towards him. His head rested on your shoulder, his breath hitting your neck and creating goosebumps. You instinctively arched your back at the sensation, a noise of surprise escaping you. Kylar reached for the snacks you looked at earlier and placed them snugly into your hands. 

“Thanks...” you muttered, trying to create some distance. Kylar still didn’t let go, holding you close, clearly enjoying himself. “You can let go, now.” 

“Oh, right! Sorry, Love. You just feel so nice...” Kylar let you slip out of his grasp, a bashful and sheepish expression on his face, as he blushed and looked away. “You smell nice. I like your perfume.” 

“You are taking the role of my... Blanket quite seriously, are you not?” you teased, hoping to ease the feeling in the pit of your stomach. It helped a little.  

Kylar tensed up a little, before taking your hand in his. Seems he didn’t appreciate the teasing this time. “You wanted me to be your blanket, my Love, d-did you not? I came all the way j-just for you,” Kylar stuttered and too a shaky breath before giving your hand another squeeze and continuing, “You wanted t-to be my pillow as w-well. You have to keep your word, my Cherry.” 

You nodded your head, acknowledging what Kylar said. “You are right, I remember...” 

Freeing your hand seemed impossible as he made you trail behind him as he walked to the couch. He motioned for you to sit, and you did as you were told. The snacks were on the table, long forgotten.  

He sat beside you, your hand still in his. Soon, he placed some of his weight on top of you, his head resting on your shoulder again. The close proximity still made you nervous, especially with his prior behavior. But you couldn't pinpoint why.  

He was quite adamant and touchy right now, but he was lovely-dovely with you on voice as well, so you guessed that there had to be an explanation for his behavior, at least somewhere. You racked your brain for possible answers as Kylar continued to cuddle and nestle info your form. 

He enjoyed your warmth so much. Your perfume. Your shampoo. It was almost too much for him. His self-preservation was wearing thin. You were all he wanted. All he could think about ever since you invited him into your friends list on League. So sweet. So loveable. You deserved everything and he will gladly show you, his love, how far he is willing to go for you.  

He swiftly turned on the movie, just like the both of you planned ever since coming back home. On the cozy sofa, with the noise from the background from the TV, Kylar’s attention went back to you, to admiring your beauty. The color of your eyes, your focused expression, the small twitch of your muscles. He’ll make sure to remember everything, every little detail. It will be burned into his memory. 

“You are wonderful,” Kylar muttered into your shoulder, which made you cast a glance in his general direction. “I-I’ll be the best boyfriend, I promise. I’m so happy you gave me the chance.” 

You tensed up. You did? You don’t remember anything that would make him think you guys were a couple. At least not yet. Everything fell into place as you thought through his behavior. Being touchy, being so eager to please, the pet names... It all made sense.  

Maybe you did give him the impression of being his girlfriend...? You searched every possible memory. Was it your flirting, being just nice to him? It must have been. You did have feelings for him, but you didn’t officially agree to be his girlfriend, yet. A cold feeling washed over your body. Kylar didn’t seem to notice. Were you supposed to just... Roll with it? It wouldn’t be so bad. Seems like he already likes you plenty. At least his behavior from earlier made sense, now.  

You didn’t hate his touch. It was nice. It just confused you earlier. That must be it. The last thing you expected out of yourself was to pick up a lost puppy that has fallen for you.  

You used your free arm to cautiously wrap it around Kylar. It made him nuzzle into you more. He shuffled a little, scooping himself closer, before gradually lowering himself and placing his head on your chest instead. You played with his hair. A content noise left him as he relished in the feeling of your fingers in his hair. Seems like you didn’t need to answer him, as your touch was enough. 

You casted your gaze towards the movie. The room was mostly dark, save for the TV before you. You didn’t notice when Kylar let go of your hand. Instead, it traveled around your waist, bringing you closer. His other hand was on your thigh, gradually itching towards the inside rather than the outside, diligently watching out for your reaction, eagerly checking how far you’ll let him go with you.  

He gave your thigh an experimental squeeze. Your body tensed up, your look traveling down to his hand. But you didn’t stop him, and that was enough for him. A blush on your cheeks and your quickened heartbeat told him everything he needed to know. 

In one, swift movement, he raised himself up. The hand that was on your waist was now on your cheek. Another squeeze to your thigh. This time it was much rougher, impatient. Eager. By instinct, you leaned to the side, where there was more space. Your back glided down the backrest of the sofa as a result, which gave Kylar a chance to follow after you. He locked you in place with one of his legs between your thighs as you laid on the sofa, your hair now messy and your expression surprised as your lips parted in a quiet gasp.  

The hand that was on your thigh earlier was now on your left side, holding up Kylar’s weight as he leaned in closer towards your face. “You are so pretty, my Love...” 

Vibrant, green eyes stared back at you through messy, black hair as you felt his breath on your lips, before he finally hissed you. Deep breaths left past his nostrils, before a low moan rang in your ears. 

“S-so, so good. My Love tastes so good...”  

He didn’t let you get a word in before he kissed you again, with more force this time, deepening the kiss. His free hand traveled down from your cheek to your ear, down your collarbone, before finally groping at the mound of flesh under his fingers, enthusiastically squeezing and kneading.  

“I l-love you.” he breathed out as he pulled back, content with the state in which he left you in. Slightly bruised lips from kissing, wet and glistening with both his and your salvia. Your eyes, your hazed gaze as you panted for air. Your chest that moved up and down. Pride swelled in his chest at the state he left you in, a perverted smile and blush coating his cheek, eyes hungrily soaking up the view before him.  

He caressed your cheek with surprising care, a strong contrast compared to his earlier behavior and touch. “We’ll do m-more later, r-right?” he asked, but left little to no time for you to answer, “After all, we have the whole night...” 

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