#there is such a difference between my Kylar's its STAGGERING

[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."

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