“Yearn For Me”
Degrees of Lewdity Kylar x Reader (genders not specified)
Aimed for fluff/comfort! A tad suggestive. First fanfic ever… please have mercy…
(Art credit: South_AC on Twitter)
Inspired by the art above! I love people who yearn…
Synopsis: You feel as if you’re broken. Someone who can’t be fixed. Yet Kylar loves every part of you… and your fragmented self is all they could ever want.
—•—•—•— You’re twisted. Distorted. Deprived of any sense of satisfaction from your flirtatious ventures within the seaside town. You learned to love drowning.
Over the past few months, you’ve witnessed yourself transform from someone unwilling to lift a finger against another into someone who’d abandon their morality if something were to happen to your beloved. Kylar craves your touch, and you bask in their warmth with relish. If you were given the chance, you’d douse yourself in their blood and allow your frenzied corruption to encapsulate your soul.
It’s quiet in the orphanage, you have no desire to move from your bed. Their arms around your waist reinforce your body, and their whispers of praise soothe every fiber of your being. There is no doubt in your mind that Kylar is unquestionably devoted to every aspect of your being. Although, you can’t help but wonder why your partner decided to visit you during the darkest hours of the night.
“I just couldn’t help myself. I needed you,” they moan into your left ear from behind. A sharp pain follows, and you make a mental note to inspect the damage Kylar inflicted before you clip on your earrings in the morning.
They’re muttering deliriously, yet you catch a few phrases that make your heart flutter. “My muse… y-you’re perfect. Please mark me. Just keep doing things to me. D-don’t stop… don’t leave… iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou-“
Turning your head slightly, you plant a kiss on their cheek, calming their babbling. “Kylar,” you begin with a teasing tone. They excitedly hum from the sound of you calling their name. “As long as you never stop desiring me, I’d never dream of leaving you.”
Loosening their grasp around you, they shuffle upright and look down at your face laced with tension. “… as if I’d ever stop wanting you,” they say with a frown. Their loving eyes contradict their pinched expression. Observing their appearance, you experience a twinge of guilt as they slowly continue. “Why… why would you ever think that would happen?”
Caressing their arm over their hoodie, you attempt to organize your muddled thoughts. “You make me feel like I’m worth loving,” you begin quietly. “Now, I don’t mind how much I’ve changed and the past I’ve left behind. I’ve realized that… I need you.”
There’s a silence that stretches thin for a few moments as they flick between your eyes with their trembling ones. Noticing their hesitation, you slowly lift the hand that caressed Kylar’s sleeve up to their cheek. Your voice cracks as you repeatedly thank Kylar for choosing you to love. Amidst your choking sobs, you blurt out that you didn’t believe you would become anything special for anyone else. That you would die without cultivating a love for yourself or anyone else.
It’s all too much for them. Their eyes widen and within the next second, your teary eyes are covered by the linkage of your hand and theirs. Your lips are harshly smothered by Kylar’s as your other hand is grabbed and fondled with.
As quickly as it began, they pull from your lips, shifting your intertwined hands from your eyes to the other side of your head. Their gaze is somewhat hazy, yet you don’t overlook the hearts that gleam from within their pupils.
Have you ever had someone look at you with such affection like that? Your Kylar- who now displays a small smile as you remain speechless under their body. They plead for you to not harm yourself. How you don’t need to earn their admiration and their hold. You feel tears stream down your face as Kylar murmurs. “Smile for me. Yearn for me… I will bleed and grapple for your ambitions even if you have no strength left. Never believe that you deserve any less of me.” —•—•—•—
Cry with me. Thanks.
