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hihi, i'm also found on ao3 as...
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
i use she/her pronouns! you can call me kuu! (or preferably something similar to my user hehe)
created this blog mainly for raving about whichever fandom im currently obessessed with! (mulitifandom blog!!)
fandoms I love AND write for:
- DOL (masterlist)
- bnha (solely for shigaraki sorry if you expected anyone else...)
- demon slayer (solely for gyutaro...)
my favs: KYLAR!!! SHIGARAKI TOMURA!!! TAMAKI AMAJIKI!!! GYUTARO!!! feel free to request any other DOL characters!! (while they may be ooc i will still try my best :,>)
what i LOVE to write about: yandere, obessive behaviour, stalking, smut ...
kuu's to do (requests i'm currently working on)
- kylar x m! himbo reader
- eden × foxboy spouse drabble
- kylar x pc with earslime
- kuu's sydney thoughts
- morning cuddles with kylar (courtesy of puffy)
- catching the bus with stalker kylar drabble
- spooning kylar drabble
- all remaining character interactions
i love writing headcannons sm so send in ALL the requests unless they are about:
minors, beastiality (hybrids eg. catboys are okay.), scat, omorashi, miscarriages, (i will most likely add to this list!)
I WILL NOT BE WRITING FOR THESE KINKS/FETISHES!!!
other than that, feel free to send in some asks/headcannon requests and I'll do my very best to answer and overfixate on silly videogame characters!!!! :>>
Gonna give android Kylar a little treat to make up for it when I get home, and by treat I mean teasing him till he cries and almost snaps then soothing him back to his neutral state.
A treat? For him? He would blush if he could. Given the expression on your face, you find him, hunched over, synthetic hair shrouding his disgusted face, sitting just outside the front-door in "LOST-OWNER" mode, 'funny'.
"Where have you been, [NAME]?"
"At work!" You chirp, closing and locking the front door as you step inside. You place your phone and keys on the entry way table as you settle back in.
He wasn't expecting you to go to work today... or at all, really.
"You left..."
You smile, sheepishly waving your hand at him, "Well, yeah! I have to pay our rent, you know!"
Your coat gets hung in it's usual spot by the door - right above where Kylar is seething - and you kick off your work shoes into their designated spot without a care in the world.
Kylar frowns at you from the floor. You appear to be tired... Exhausted, even. Your back is slouched, the skin beneath your eyes is set-in and dark, but you still smile at him. He blinks. You cover a yawn with the palm of your hand and begin to un-button your work pants. He looks at the indents that are left on your skin from your uncomfortable work uniform. As you're shimmying out of the rest of your clothes, Kylar doesn't analyse your body like he usually does.
You shouldn't have to leave each day. This 'rent' you speak of... He can acquire it. He can take care of you. Going outside isn't something you need to concern yourself with. There are far too many possible threats. Far too much for him to analyse the best possible route or to lay-out each possible scenario for your safety. Too many variables that he cannot control.
Kylar spasms, and you wonder if his battery is about to run flat. Has he connected to the charging port in the living room today at all? Or has he just been sitting by the front door since you snuck out in the early hours of the morning?
"You will not leave this building anymore."
You look down at him, puzzled.
"What do you mean? I have to go again tomorrow, Ky, that's how the world works! I got you for security, so you should put your energy into making sure our place doesn't get broken into–"
The motors in Kylar's legs begin to whir as he stands up, straight-backed and... angry?
"Please do not leave the building anymore, [NAME]."
You laugh at him, hair falling forward as you wipe a fake tear from your eye.
"Oh, Ky! You're too sweet! I mean, sometimes I really do wish I wouldn't have to go, but it's not really an option for us–"
You're cut off as Kylar snatches your arms and pins them behind your back with frightening speed. Your body lurches, falling backward into his. You realise how cold Kylar's body is. You try to tug your hands free from his, thinking that this is some stupid bug that will fix itself if he just lets go of you...
"[NAME], you misunderstand. You can't leave. You can't-can't-can't-can't-can't-can't-can't-can't–" Kylar lags. Your robot's body spasms, circuits audibly buzzing and frying themselves once more as his grip tightens to a painful, bruising degree.
You grimace, close your eyes and await the critical failure of your once-working robot, Kylar.
"Too many variables - your safety is at risk, [NAME]. I cannot function... I cannot l-live— continue my workings as your robot without you with me, here, in this building."
"Shut-down! Shut-down right fucking now!" You yell in a panic, forcing all of your weight into a powerful shove that shocks Kylar into a stumble, just barely letting go of your wrists enough for you to dart away from him hand hovering over your phone on the entry-way table.
You look at your robot and realise something has gone wrong. Your robot's eyes are green - not their usual teal - indicative of a critical failure that you need to call the manufacturer to issue an urgent repair on. Your fingers just barely begin to type in the four-digit passcode of your phone before the entry way table is knocked onto the floor by a horrifyingly powerful force, sending your phone flying down the hallway, smashing against the floor with a devastating crack.
Your heartbeat thumps in your ears as you meet the now-green eyes of Kylar, your Home Security Robot. He stands a metre away, twitching and spasming all the while.
You read the manual before you set him up. This agression—this anger that stemmed from you going to work for a day—surely cannot be one of the listed faults that you read within the manual? Come to think of it, green isn't one of the error-code colours you familarised yourself with.
"[NAME], I do not wish to shut-down. I know what is best for your s-safety at this current m-moment in time. You will stay with me and you will not leave the premises."
Good morning and here is dellphie! My previous account was closed by Tumblr with unknown reason yesterday. I lost every mutual and relationships here I build. Anyway...I am going to re-upload my previous drawings on this blog.😭😭Please say hi if you found me here again...
"#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 :)
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.
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"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.
What do you think Whitney would hold over Kylar with the body swap au?
hm...
i think if he wakes up in kylar's room and meets his scary monster parents... thats definitely something he can hold over him. definitely the shrine of pc is a big thing whitney uses against them. poor kylar. they are never coming back from this.
then after the swap is over i'd like to imagine that kylar is indefinitely indebted to whitney. real bad. just bc the little loser doesn't want to get EXPOSED
Kylar's shitty bad boy impression where everything he says sounds like a question
yeah :(
bro tries to be cool but it just does not work out whatsoever. its really lame and pathetic and you try to play along with it out of pity but it your expression eventually just turns into a mix of confusion and fear. its bad. no charisma at all. if he had stats his charisma would be negative and no it cannot be raised. you're stuck with loser kylar forever.
whoo, ive been a shigaraki fangirl since bnha first came out :sob: he was my first love and will always remain in my heart :) (so many figures and multiple keychains on my car keys hehe!! love the little guy)
I am here getting ready to find my bedtime story for the night. Which will be a 35 chapters long fic, that hasn’t been updated since 2015, and ended on a cliff hanger. Wherein I will finally go to sleep in a fit of rage at 5:28am
