How would dol characters react to pc riding them like crazy (pent up mostly) begging the npc/love interests to cum inside them
Riding Eden, Kylar, and Harper
Contains: gn!reader, drugging, hypnotism, noncon, brief mention of pregnancy, all gender neutral characters, Kylar and Harper have a vaguely implied phallic device for you to ride while Eden is the only one explicitly described as having a functioning penis
A/N: Haven’t checked my inbox in some time, so apologies. My dad went to jail, I moved in with some friends, and I finally found myself an adorable partner of my own. Anyway, here’s your biannual subscription of depravity 🫡
Eden
This motherfucker is as smug as can be. You’re riding them with such fervor, eyes scrunched tight in concentration, so desperate for their cum that you’re actually tearing up. They won’t help you just yet, though. After running off and missing curfew, you’ll have to earn the right to be filled. They’ve half a mind to pull you off right as they reach that precipice and spill across your bodies instead of giving you what you want. They won’t, though. Eden is just as pent up and desperate as yourself.
Your hips pause for just a moment, taking that time to peer and to match eden’s gaze, their eyes lidded with hunger and possessiveness. You can’t seem to stop the words that tumble out from your mouth next.
“Put a baby in me.”
You know just how to press their buttons to get what you want. Don’t worry, regardless of your anatomy, Eden will find a way to fulfill that desire. At the very least, once they’re through, those legs won’t be able to run off anymore.
Kylar
Kylar is in absolute bliss. With every bounce, Kylar sinks deeper into ecstasy. Why didn’t they slip aphrodisiac into your drink sooner? If only this moment could carry on forever.
Heat fills your core, so intense you fear you’ll never be able to extinguish it. Your legs ache, but that burning desire compells you to keep pace. Your head is so fuzzy and you don’t quite know how things progressed to this point, but what you do know is just how badly you need to wring this bastard dry.
Nothing could shake Kylar from this bliss they’re in, overstimulation be damned.
Your hips stutter at the chime of your phone, lustful haze lifting just enough to register how much time has passed. Clammy hands snatch your hips before you can try to lift yourself off. Below you, tears well in your stalker’s eyes as they grind desperately up into you.
“No! Don’t stop! Please! Keep going!”
Well, you’ve already come this far, haven’t you? You’ll worry about the consequences later.
Harper
Perhaps hypnotizing you to willingly ride them was a mistake. Despite their best efforts, they just can’t seem to snap you out of it. And since when have you been this strong? Effortlessly keeping them pinned securely in their office chair as you fuck yourselves on them.
Your body moves on it’s own accord, hips bouncing rhythmically to a tune that only you can hear. Skin hot to the touch, you shake with arousal, that cord of pleasure pulled taut, yet a little voice hums in the back of your mind, never letting you slow for a moment.
Harper groans beneath you, as overstimulated as yourself. Their thighs are soaked with your combined fluids, the sounds of bare skin and breathless moans resounding through their office.
Yet, they find their mind sinking deeper into bliss. The way your skins glistens, midday sun shining through the curtains and enveloping you in a blinding halo of light. Your entire being saturates their senses, drawing them deeper into a pleasurable trance of their own.
They can only hope your body will simply collapse from exhaustion soon. It won’t be too long before they lose themself to this hypnotic pleasure too.
Sypnosis: You're still struggling on managing Bailey's debt and it gets overwhelming.
Author's Ramble: Who knew this choose your own adventure porn text game has a deep lore. Hopeless Cycle, Gwylan, Auriga. Im way too attached to Kylar to romance Gwylan & other characters even if Im interested in the lore. Also, I'm not ok after Vrel answers a Q&A, revealing that Kylar doesn't have access to their parents’ bank account and is earning money through selling antiques. My poor baby. (Also, they like licking things)
No Beta Read
Divider by: @.uzmacchiato
You're laying in Kylar’s bed as you buried your face on their pillow, not ready to face Bailey and losing £2000. It was your second week of paying that amount, it's proving to be tough. Juggling between school, work and your social life.
You don’t want to burden them with your situation, hell what could they do, they're the same age as you, you do often wonder how they manage to get by after their parents’ transformation. Either way, you don't wanna say how you even manage to get by, you don't want them to do anything stupid for your sake, even if they knew.
How you wish you could stay and live with them without worrying about Bailey but unfortunately because of their parents’ aggressive behavior, it's not safe for you even after gaining their trust. You still remember the first time sleeping here, getting violently dragged out of the bed as Kylar frantically chasing after you.
You jolted as the bed sank and their arms wrapped around your waist “S-sorry did I scare you?” Kylar stammered behind your back, you felt their breath behind your neck. You immediately turn your body around and return the hug, hiding your face in the crook of their neck. The two of you stay in silence, not knowing what to say. “Is it about the orphanage? Or is it Whitney? Are they bothering you?” Breaking the silence, you just shook your head.
“No, it’s not about any of them, can we stay like this?” A couple of minutes went by, Kylar’s soothing you with them rubbing on your back. “I hope one day we can find a cure for your parents and get out of here… Anywhere, just… far, far away from here.” You felt their grip tighten.
“It…It will come true! As long as we have each other, we can find the cure, get out of here, we can get married and…and! We can have our own family!” Kylar exclaimed as they pulled you into a bone crushing hug. You felt tears forming in your eyes, god, you don’t know what to do without them. Their everlasting love and devotion for you was the only thing you look forward to each day ever since you met them at school. You never felt so loved and cherished before in your life.
They pull back from the hug, you feel their finger brush away the tears in your eyes. You place a kiss on their lips, they lick your cheek. The two of you go at it with each other until both of you are a giggling mess. They’re right, as long as both of you are together, everything will be alright.
I can't be the only person out there head over heads for doL Kylar but can't match his freak (breeding kink) and my solution to that is in my mind I'm infertile.
DoL Kylar the Loner x Infertile! Reader HC
smut, overstimulation, noncon, unprotected sex, failed babytrapping, kidnapping, kylar is a yandere duh
Kylar, who always uses condoms that are never in their original packaging with holes discreetly poked in the material.
Kylar, who can't get through a single round of sex without babbling about how badly he wants to knock us up.
Kylar, who whines if he cums anywhere other than your pussy because then his sperm can't take, and you two can't have babies together :(
Kylar, who is all too happy to drug your food and sneak into your room late at night and pull the fabric of your panties aside, eating your pussy out and thrusting his cute little dick inside
Kylar, who whines and cries during sex, fondling your stomach that refuses to swell with offspring. Who forces himself to go multiple rounds, until he's shooting blanks and on the verge of passing out.
Kylar, who refuses to believe you're infertile, and just thinks you must not be getting pregnant because you always wash his cum out in the shower :(
Kylar, who begs and pleads for you not to leave the bed to get up and take a shower, who clings to your ankles, babbling about how he needs this so bad
Kylar, who asks for you to take hormones as his birthday present, so he can see your boobs swell with milk
Kylar, who decides that if you ever try to leave him, he'll tie you to the bed and fuck a baby into you so you'll never try that again
Kylar, who buys you maternity clothes you'll never wear
You, who kisses his hair so sweetly and tells him that even without a baby you're never going to leave his side
You, who devotes every hour of free time to making money to support him, cleaning his room, and letting him fuck your brains out
You, who willingly tattooed his name onto every part of your body
You, who willingly went to the hospital the morning you hit 18, to make sure you'd never have a baby of your own
You, who couldn't care less that Kylar wants a family with you
You, who knows you're all the family Kylar could ever need
"The test is negative again, sorry baby..."
Me smiling knowing damn well my pc's pregnancy settings are toggled 'off'
cw for: sibling incest, rape/dubious consent (line is blurred a lot), cutting and references to self harm and destructive behavior, blood, references to bullying and sexual harassment, and a general dead dove do not eat this is not for the faint of heart
The whirr of the bathroom fan did nothing to comfort you as you curled up further into the cold walls of the bathtub, hiccuping softly as you cried. Your life was awful. Your friends didn’t seem to want anything to do with you anymore, Whitney bullied you on the regular, and it seemed like the harassment from other students as well was neverending. Anything that took your mind off of it was your solace. First, it was alcohol from your parent’s liquor cabinet, then it was prescription pills, and now it was cutting yourself. Fiddling with your blade, you graze the sharp edge against your thighs before trying to dig it in and cutting yourself. The first slice felt awful. The blade was dull; it felt like trying to cut yourself with a pair of children’s safety scissors. More pain than it’s worth, you thought. If it didn’t even leave marks, how would people take you seriously? You needed something to draw blood, cut you down to the second layer of the dermis. You wanted to see the milky white of styro before blood pooled over it. Your current blade wouldn’t cut it. It was weeks old and dull, and if you wanted to get anywhere, you’d need something sharper. Baby cuts and scratches weren’t enough. Dull razor abandoned on the sink, you sneak into your brother’s room to grab one of his boxcutter blade refills. You had done it once before. You didn’t think he’d notice it. He didn’t seem to care about it.
Or you.
You knocked first. It was impossible to tell when Kylar was home because he rarely ever left his room. The two of you would occasionally cross paths in the hallway, but that was the extent of your interactions outside of having dinner with your two parents. You chalked it up to his social anxiety affecting his familial relationships; you knew it ran in the family. You suffered from the same affliction, preventing yourself from reaching out to him. That same feeling drove you away from your friends. Sydney texted you often to ask if you’d come to the church sermons like you used to. Robin’s calls were left unanswered, his concerned voicemails echoing in your head, asking if you were okay, if you needed anything, if you felt like playing games together.
Whatever.
If they cared so much, they should have stopped you when you first started drinking. They don’t care, they would have stopped you when you started cutting. Why should you care about them when they don’t care about you?
Your self-deprecating thoughts aren’t interrupted by Kylar peeking through a cracked open door, asking what you want. Prying open his door slowly, your eyes dart across his messy room. You hadn’t been in here in what felt like years. Maybe the last time the two of you hung out together in his room was to play Mario Kart. Kylar always started off kicking your ass, but before long, he conceded when you got whiney about him being too good. You missed that. You missed your brother. You missed when he’d hug you like you were the only two in the world. He left you alone when you needed him.
You hated him.
You’d steal his blades and cut yourself.
That’ll show him. That’ll make him sorry. You’ll make him feel sorry for you, make him regret ever even thinking about abandoning you.
You found the drawer near his PC setup with the boxcutter blades and took one, but as you closed the drawer and put everything back in place, the door slammed open, startling you as Kylar’s wide eyes locked with your own.
“What are you doing in my room?”
The only option was to hide the boxcutter blade in your sleeve. Kylar couldn’t know about this. Well, deep down, you wanted him to know. You want him to pity you. Give your attention again. Care for you like he used to. He hated you, that must be why he stopped paying attention to you.
You hated him.
You’ll show him what hate really means. But will it be worth it? You’ll go to the hospital if he tells your parents. He can’t do that. You’ll be alone. Then what good was this all for? Finally, your voice broke through the silence, feeling like you hadn’t spoken in years, rust caking your vocal cords like a doll’s voice box damaged by its lack of use.
“I was looking for your phone charger. Mine broke.”
Kylar steps towards you, his bright green eyes seemingly piercing through you. You were an animal being dissected under his gaze, pinned down, flayed open for all his scrutiny. You wondered what he’d do to you. You didn’t care. Because he was paying attention to you.
“You’re lying. I just bought you that one. It shouldn’t have shorted out this soon. Show me your hands.”
You shake your head. What does he think you stole? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know about this. You were always careful. Careful enough to leave the door cracked open to watch the hallway. Careful enough to make sure he could get a glimpse of your perfect, smooth skin before you cut yourself open for him.
“Show me your hands. Please.”
Kylar begs, grabbing both of your wrists. You try to squirm away, but the razor drops from your hands to the floor. He bends down to pick it up, holding it between his fingers carefully so as to not cut himself.
“You’re stealing these? Why?”
Tears threaten to flood your eyes. It feels like your mouth is stitched shut. This is what you wanted, right? Then why does it hurt so badly?
Kylar grabs you by the wrists again, and you think it’s over. He’s gonna tell mom and dad. It’s over. It’s all over. You’re being taken away from him all over again, and it’s his fault. He hates you, but you love him.
“For the longest time, I thought I was the only one who did that. But I guess we’re more similar than I thought. Haah…”
Kylar pushes you back into his unmade bed. He straddles your waist. Your wide eyes stare back into his all-seeing green ones.
“If you wanted to be hurt so bad, you coulda come to me. I miss this. I miss you. I held myself back, but now I know you’re a masochist just like me. We’re both the same kind of fucked up on the inside. It runs in the family, huh?”
This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. If you got caught, he was supposed to dote on you, mend your wounds, kiss you, hug you, pick up your broken pieces, and put you back together. Not break them more. Kylar’s pinning you to the bed. You’re his specimen. He’s got the scalpel.
His hand movement is so quick that your tears blur it completely. You feel the burn of a cut on your thighs. Then another. Then another. They blur together into a throbbing, pulsing pain on each of your thighs. You’re sobbing hard, and he’s putting his mouth on yours. You lay there, his broken, cracked fucked up porcelain doll. Kylar kisses you like it’ll make you better, all the while he’s making you worse, his grip further breaking you apart. Blood pools down your thighs onto his bed, mixing together with the dark stains on his sheets. The same kind you have.
“Ah fuck, you’re such a cute little sister. It was so hard, trying not to get too close again. I didn’t want to make you like me. But look, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything, you’re just messed up like me. We’re too messed up for the world, but we have each other.”
Kylar leans down to run a tongue across your cuts. It stings. You hiss. He smiles, the widest you’ve seen from him in a long time.
“I thought when I saw you do this in the bathroom once that it was just a one-time thing. Experimenting. But you kept doing it and doing it, and it got me so fucking hard each time. See?”
His hand moves yours to his crotch. You can feel how hard he is through his sweatpants.
“I jerked off after watching you that first time. Then the next time. Then the next. I knew you started picking apart your own razors for their blades. I knew you took one from me, and now you’re here. You’re addicted. You can’t get enough. But I’m here, and you don’t have to do this to yourself anymore, okay baby sister?”
He presses a kiss to your neck, nipping you in the process.
“‘Cuz I’m here to hurt you instead. Break you apart, and then put all your fucked up pieces back together. That’s what family is for, right?”
Dread pools in your stomach, heavy, cloying, weighing you down as you try to push Kylar off. It doesn’t work. He pins your wrists to the bed and pulls his pants down, along with his underwear, freeing his cock. You don’t want to get pregnant. You’re in high school. You’re siblings. But this fear would never come to fruition, not right now, as he instead presses the cuts between your thighs together and slides his dick across them.
What the fuck.
The stinging.
It burns.
You’re begging Kylar to stop, but he steals away your breath with a kiss. He’s rubbing your clit through your panties. You think you see your own blood on them, too. Everything melds together, but not enough for you to ignore the pain. Every thrust stings and makes you cry out while Kylar’s fingers rub soothing circles into your clit to try and calm you down. It’s almost working. This is the attention you wanted. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you open your mouth, deepening the kiss. Kylar’s tongue shoves itself into your mouth, it feels like he’s a wild animal trying to lick you clean. It’s disgusting. It’s hot. You want him inside. The feeling of him fucking your wounds isn’t enough. He needs to fuck all your pain away. When the two of you separate for air, a string of saliva connects the two of you, glistening in the dim light from his PC monitor.
“Mhm, fuck I knew you wanted this. Haaah, you’re perfect for me. It’s why we’re siblings, right? You were made for me.”
You don’t answer.
Your mind is reeling with all the pain and pleasure, but you don’t protest when he pulls down your panties, which are tinged with blood. Kylar slaps your cunt, and you jolt, but before you can chastise him, he’s spitting on your clit, and burying his face in your pussy. His tongue circles around your clit enthusiastically, and distantly you wonder if he’s trying to repeat something he saw in a hentai once. Writing his name? The technique was off, sloppy, and shaky, but his enthusiasm made up for it. He was eating you out like a man starved, seemingly unable to decide if he wanted to lap at your clit, or delve his tongue into your pussy. Eventually, he made up his mind, taking his index and middle finger and shoving them into your sloppy cunt without prep. You could tell his sex ed wasn’t based on actual experience, especially with how rough he was being.
You wanted to protest, to let him know that this hurt, but his tongue on your clit was shutting down all of your thoughts. Eventually, your hand traveled to his hair, gripping his dark black tresses. His green eyes met your own as you stared down at him, his pupils blown wide like a cat. His fingers curl inside you, meeting the spongy spot inside that makes you see stars, and you cry out. Spurned on by your moans, he doubles down his efforts in fingerfucking you brutally, licking at your clit in tandem. It only takes a few seconds for you to cum around your brother’s fingers, and when he pulls away from you, you notice that he shoves them into his own mouth to clean them up, holding eye contact as he sucks all of your jizz off his digits. The reprieve after Kylar eating you out is short lived, because as soon as you begin to catch your breath after your first orgasm, he’s pinning you to the bed again, grinding himself against you. Precum coats his cock as he strokes himself, leaning in to kiss you again. You can taste yourself on your tongue.
Bitter.
Tangy.
You don’t enjoy it, but maybe you can sacrifice some things for your brother’s attention. It’s suffocating, though. His attention, his kisses, you’re drowning in him. He pulls back from the kiss almost reluctantly, but he takes your breath away in another fashion as he begins to push his dick into you.
“I’m sorry, sis, I can’t wait. Lemme fuck you. ‘M gonna fuck my cum into you over and over again, we gotta make up for lost time, okay?”
Kylar’s leaning over you, panting, and at this point, you don’t think it would be unjust to compare him to that of a predator. You can imagine him as a wolf bent over you, maw drooling and snapping at you as you lay bare, an injured sheep, wondering if it would survive this encounter or be devoured. Despite everything, despite the pain as he pushes his cock into you, despite the feeling of being filled up beyond your limit, you wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper.
At least the two of you are bonding now, right?
This is the first amount of care and attention you’ve received in what felt like forever. Even if it’s your brother pounding into your pussy like this would be your last time together, it isn’t so bad. His dick reaches all the spots that your fingers don’t and feels warmer and more filling than any dildo you own. He pushes against your cervix, the ache hurting and feeling good all the same. This moment feels like the pinnacle of your existence, the intoxicating cocktail of pain and pleasure melting your brain to nothing, and it pours out of you as Kylar fucks the life out of you. His fingers circle your clit, as you moan out, begging him to fuck you harder.
“I didn’t know my lil’ sis was sooo damn slutty, no wonder Whitney was always gawkin’. You’re addicting. Fuck, I get why he bullies you. I get it. Who doesn’t want you crying around their dick?”
Those words would hurt you if you could think. But instead, you cry out as one of his hands meets your throat. His grip tightens, and your vision starts to go a little fuzzy as he continues to pound you. You’re reaching your limit at this point, and you can feel yourself tightening and quivering around him, nails scratching at his back as you try to ground yourself.
“I’m gonna cum, please, please. Don’t stop.”
You can barely get the words out before Kylar’s mouth is back on your own. He doesn’t need to say anything for you to understand what he wants. He’s close, too. He wants the two of you to cum together. It only takes a few more brutal thrusts and your brother spilling deep inside you for you to cum around him, your body falling back and going limp as the ache of sex pulses through you.
Kylar seems disappointed to pull out, and you can see the cogs in his mind turning, seeing if he could make it through another round. Noting the tiredness in your eyes, he opts instead to part your thighs once more, bringing his mouth to clean the mixture of your cum and his own from your cunt. Thinking that was it, you begin to lie down but are suddenly stopped as Kylar grabs your jaw, forcing his lips on your own and spitting his load mixed with your slick in your mouth.
Ew.
Rolling over, you convey that you are tired, your thighs hurt, the blood has dried, and moving them feels like shedding your skin like a snake. Reluctantly, he lies behind you, wrapping his arms around your midsection, running his hands over the soft skin of your stomach, and then traveling lower to your brutalized thighs. His whispers fall on half-asleep ears as you begin to doze off, naked in your own brother’s bed.
“Everything’s gonna be okay, alright baby? Your big brother’s gonna take care of your needs from now on. Maybe next time you can let me cum on your cuts. Or I can cut my own thighs and you can grind yourself on them. You don't need to cut yourself alone anymore. 'M here for you.”
You opt to ignore that, choosing instead to find solace in your brother's loving grasp.
kylar snapping at you for not reciprocating his affection after he kidnapped you.
hands shakily clutching at your collar and shoving your face against his as he chews you out, days of pent up restlessness spilling over like a knocked over glass.
"why don't you get it? i'm doing this because I LOVE YOU - me feeding you, loving you... THIS IS ALL FOR YOU! AM I NOT ENOUGH? or... are you just that greedy, you fucking s-"
emerald eyes widened before he could even mutter that insensitive slur to your face. no... no, no, no- he could never, he would never describe you with such a phrase, you were above it, you were above it all. how could he ever make the mistake of ever referring you to such?
cheeks stained with tears as he weeps into the crooks of your shoulder, hands long released your collar from his grasp, now frail arms were wrapped around your neck as he mumbled incoherent apologies, oblivious to the obvious struggle you were putting up while still being strapped to the creaky old wooden chair.
cracked lips trailed light, fluttery kisses along your nape, fingers tracing circles around your back as he sighed.
"i'm so sorry, angel... i didn't know what got over me... i didn't mean to say those things to you... i didn't mean any of it... i understand, you're still new to all this... i get it... i should be more patient... thanks for teaching me that... i promise i'll try better next time... so, forgive me... please...?"
tags/warnings: somnophilia, dubcon, cunnilingus, jerking off, kylar is a creep
Kylar gently closed the window behind him, careful to make no noise as he did so. He had peered through the glass before entering your room and knew you were already asleep; he had no interest in disturbing his love.
There you were, fast asleep in your bed. He tiptoed over closer and couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across his face. You were simply too adorable. You looked so peaceful, with your lips slightly apart and hair splayed over the pillow. “So cute…” he whispered as he softly stroked a tendril of hair.
His hand pulled away as if he were burnt when your lips smacked, but you were only shifting and were still fast asleep. Thank god.
Kylar’s eyes traced down from your head to your exposed bare throat and collarbone, shoulders sticking out from the threadbare blanket. Your sleeping form was so…appealing. He licked his lips watching you, pants already beginning to tighten uncomfortably.
Carefully, he sat down at the edge of the mattress, hoping not to disturb you. Then, he tugged down the blanket to expose your full body. Your shirt had ridden up, exposing your tummy, and the short shorts left little to the imagination. “Fuck,” he whispered.
The hunger within him was growing uncontrollably, and Kylar knew he had to act soon, lest he be caught. So, ever-so-gently, he tugged your sleep shorts down to your ankles, exposing your beautiful pussy to the night air.
It was so lovely, and rarely did Kylar get the chance to admire it - you - like this. He reached out to stroke your folds softly, freezing momentarily when a sound came from your throat. But you were still fast asleep.
Then, like a moth drawn to the flame, his face moved closer to your cunt, flicking your clit with his tongue.
God, you tasted so sweet. So perfect. He pressed kisses to your inner thighs before diving back in, enjoying the taste of your growing wetness on his tongue. Quiet whimpers fell from your lips and Kylar hoped you were having the sweetest of dreams while he went to town on your cunt.
Kylar alternated between sucking on your clit and stroking your folds with his tongue, occasionally worming into your hole as well and stroking your inner walls. He pulled his sweatpants down, exposing his aching cock that was practically dripping with precum. He hesitated before placing your legs over his shoulders, then slipped two fingers into your now-soaking cunt as his other hand drifted down to stroke his length.
His hips humped your mattress with every stroke of his flushed cock, in tandem with his tongue on your clit and fingers pumping in and out of your hole. Kylar idly wondered what you would do if you woke up to him taking care of you like this. You’d probably be so happy. What could be better than having him fuck you in your sleep? You’d probably be so grateful you’d let him take you on the spot…
Kylar moaned into your folds as his fantasies went wild in his head. You were mumbling and whining in your sleep, but now, he almost wished you would wake up. He wanted to feel your hands thread through his hair, tugging at it. He wanted to hear the sweet cries and the way you moaned his name come from your mouth. He wanted to see you writhing beneath him, begging him to do whatever you wanted with your body, fucking until dawn broke.
“F-fuck,” he said out loud. His words were muffled by your thighs. “You taste so good…I love you so much.” Kylar was fucking into his fist pathetically, imagining it was your plush walls instead. He imagined he was rutting into your body instead of this uncomfortable mattress. You would call out his name and tell him how much you loved him, how amazing his cock felt inside of you, how you would never love anybody other than him.
“P-please my love,” Kylar mumbled against your skin. “Tell me how much you need me. Tell me you love me.” His thumb rubbed his slit as he felt a tightening in his stomach. His fingers scissored in your core, no rhyme or reason as his breath grew more stuttered.
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” he murmured. You were moaning louder now but still were fast asleep, tossing and turning. Kylar hoped that if anyone overheard they would just think you were having a nightmare. But in reality, he hoped you were having pleasant dreams - about him.
A long whimper spilled from your mouth as your cunt clenched around Kylar’s fingers. He would only watch in awe as you came in your sleep.
Kylar knew his release was near and he leaned back, rapidly stroking his cock. “I-I love you,” he moaned as ropes of cum spurred across your stomach. He took a moment to admire it, but you started moving. So he quickly pulled up your shorts (hoping his cum would dry in the night and stay on you), tucked you back in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.
He pulled his own pants back up and sighed back at you. “Soon, my love,” he whispered.
Then Kylar went back out the window, as if he was never there in the first place.
word count: 995
note: loose continuation of this royalty au fic, also find more abt the royalty au here
tags/warnings: facesitting, au, cunnilingus, kylar tries to be dom but really dom reader, mostly just me simping over kylar tbh
“And you have to do what I say, because I’m the princess!” Kylar huffed.
You flashed her a teasing smile. It was far too easy to rile her up, and admittedly too fun. “That usually works for you, yeah?”
Kylar glared at you, folding her arms across her chest, but the pink tinge to her cheeks gave away how flustered she was truly feeling.
It had been a few months since Kylar had kidnapped you and essentially forced you into being her personal guard-slash-concubine. The “guard” thing was mostly just how she introduced you to others. For the most part, you served as the princess’s sex toy.
It wasn’t a bad position to be in by any means. You were fed and housed, even though the castle was ramshackle and the food not great. But you could be out fending for yourself.
Plus, you got to tease the adorable Kylar constantly, which had become one of your favorite pastimes.
It was almost like a game the two of you played. The spoiled princess made demands of you. You put up a fight, but eventually gave in. Honestly, it was something you really enjoyed, and it was pretty obvious Kylar felt the same way.
“If you don’t like it, then you’re free to go back into the dungeon,” Kylar said, but you knew she didn’t mean it.
You feigned being hurt, pressing your hand to your chest and sighing dramatically. “Princess, you wound me! You wouldn’t be so cold-hearted, would you?”
She wiggled slightly, blush creeping up her neck as she sat on her bed. “I…I would.”
You sat next to her, leaning in so your breath ghosted against her throat. Kylar shivered and you were so close, you could see the hair on the back of her neck stand up. “I see. Better do as the princess says, then,” you whispered.
You started pressing kisses to her neck as your fingers deftly worked to undo her corset and gown. You prided yourself in how skilled you were at undressing Kylar. Soon enough, she wore nothing but a chemise, hare nipples tenting the fabric slightly.
Smirking, you ran a hand up her inner thigh and brushed against her core. Kylar yelped. “Princess, soaking already,” you murmured.
Flustered, Kylar squirmed, but you pushed her down onto the bed and then laid next to her. “Well? Didn’t my princess demand something of me?”
Kylar hesitated for a moment, making you giggle, but she hiked up the skirt of her chemise and straddled your face. You breathed in her sweet, musky scent as your hands gripped her fleshy ass.
It was adorable how Kylar tried to act like a dominant leader, yet fell to pieces around you every time. You could feel her thighs trembling, afraid to put her full body weight on you. A shaky exhale was the sign that yes, she had felt your nose bump her clit.
“C’mere,” you murmured, punctuating with a lick to her folds. Kylar gasped. “Sit down, princess. I can handle it.”
Digging your nails into her flesh, you set yourself to work, collecting Kylar’s sweet juices on your tongue. Soft sighs fell from her mouth with each twist of your tongue. Your sweet, spoiled princess had demanded to sit on your face enough times that you were confident in your abilities to make her cum.
As you flicked your tongue up to Kylar’s clit, you also looked up at the beautiful girl hovering above you. Her fists were clenching the skirt of her chemise, her eyes squeezed shut with her lips parted slightly. The stunning sight made you only want to tease you further. So you sucked on her bundle of nerves, which made her hips buck forward and grind on your face.
“Just like that, good girl,” you mumbled. You swiped your tongue through her folds again, drinking her up. Kylar whined out your name as you did so.
Kylar seemed to be growing more confident, steadily grinding her dripping cunt against your face as you wormed your tongue into her hole, twisting and curling it to suck up every last drop.
“P-please,” Kylar moaned, and you could tell she was close. You kept up your work until she cried out your name and even more juices gushed out of her.
She panted heavily and looked down at you, the two of you making eye contact. Kylar’s face turned even redder when you winked at her. She knew what was coming next - a princess couldn’t possibly be satisfied with only one orgasm, after all.
You kept licking and sucking her wet cunt at a steady pace, enjoying the way Kylar writhed and moaned above you. To you, there was nothing more arousing than watching her come completely undone by your hand (or mouth, that is).
Your deft tongue drew a second and even third orgasm from the princess, who at this point was practically sobbing from it all. She choked out your name with a soft “please,” and you knew she had hit her limit.
Wrapping your arms around Kylar’s soft thighs, you suddenly flipped her over so she was on her back, and you now were hovering above her. With her wide eyes gazing up at you, pupils wide, you bent your head down and kissed her passionately, forcing her essence into her own mouth.
“You always taste so sweet,” you murmured against her lips, looking at her with heavily lidded eyes. Her adorable, fucked our face made you want to lower your head back down and keep drawing out orgasm after orgasm. But you held yourself back. “Was my work satisfactory to your highness?”
Kylar, who needed a few moments to catch her breath, nodded. “Y-yes,” she managed. “You did, u-um, you did quite well.”
You grinned. “Good,” and went to settle in next to her, but you suddenly found yourself flat on your back, Kylar straddling your thighs. She flashed you a slightly crazed smile.
tags/warnings: knife play, blood play, cutting, typical kylar yandere nonsense, no gendered terms used for reader but reader does have a cunt
“Don’t you like my knife, my love?” Kylar cooed, the cold steel scratching your neck as she gently dragged it down your skin. She wasn’t pressing hard enough to cut or injure you, but it was enough to make you nervous.
You were trapped in Kylar’s basement, as you had been for several days now - you weren’t entirely sure how long you had been there, as it was difficult to tell the difference between day or night in the dark, dank room. But Kylar - the sweet, lonely Kylar you had thought was just a bit of an oddball loner, but nothing too crazy - seemed to be growing more unhinged by the minute.
Now, she was flashing her knife to you, the handle decorated with a beautiful pink ribbon. “I made it pretty for you,” she said, using the tip of the knife to trace a heart on your skin. You shuddered. “Don’t you like it? Please tell me you like it.”
Despite everything, you still felt a pang of sympathy for the girl. After all, she was trying so hard just for you…you swallowed. “Yes,” you croaked out, voice raspy from disuse. “It’s…lovely.”
Kylar beamed, showering your face with kisses. “Yes! I knew you would love it! Oh, my love, you have no idea how happy this makes me!” She pulled away and pressed the flat end of the blade to your neck. It was cold. She pressed another kiss to your cheek.
When Kylar looked at you again, you saw her eyes were dark and wild. A wave of fear coursed through your body, but along with it was a wave of arousal. It was undeniable that this side of Kylar, however crazy and scary it was, also was insanely attractive to you. You could feel your skin flush, making the knife blade feel even colder.
“You’re so, so beautiful,” Kylar whispered, jumping off your lap to kneel in front of you. “My love, I want to taste you.”
She gently pushed your legs and they parted with ease. She still gripped her knife tightly in one hand, the other tracing random shapes on your bare thigh. “I want to mark you,” Kylar said softly, fingers tightening around the knife’s handle. “I want the world to know you belong to me, and me alone.”
You nodded in response. “...okay,” you said, and Kylar lit up again.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said cautiously, but her smile betrayed her true feelings. “But you have to let me do this. I promise it won’t hurt too much.”
You nodded again, and Kylar covered your thighs in even more kisses. Her hot breath so close to your wet cunt made you shiver with arousal. Your muscles tensed, and she rubbed your thigh gently. “Relax, my love. It’ll be fine.”
Kylar held up her knife resolutely and then brought it down on your skin. The sharp blade made you hiss as she swiftly drew lines across your flesh. You looked down at where she had held the knife, as the pain was over quick. On your bare thigh, blood bubbled up in the shape of the letter “K.”
She smiled again at you. “See, my love? It’s undeniable. If anyone dares to get closer to you -” her hand tightened even further on the knife handle. “- this mark will show them who you belong to.”
Kylar then bent her head over and lapped up your blood, like a small vampire in front of you, although she looked more like a tiny kitten. When she looked back up, her eyes were shining in adoration. “Now you’re a part of me.” She licked the blade too, ensuring every last drop was gone.
“Fuck,” you moaned. The sight was simply too erotic. Kylar grinned wildly at you.
“Oh! And guess what, my love!” She tugged up the skirt of her dress, revealing her entirely bare lower half. On her stomach was carved your first initial, slightly scabbing over, but nonetheless a fresh cut. “I did this earlier so we could match. I would’ve done it in front of you to show my eternal love, but I was afraid you might be squeamish about blood. I didn’t want to alarm you.”
Admittedly, the sight of Kylar with your initial carved into her skin…it certainly did something to you. “Oh,” was all you could squeak out, feeling lightheaded from how turned on you were. In response, she hummed happily, gently tracing your skin with the tip of her blade. It didn’t draw any blood; she was just doodling little scratch marks on your legs. Her chin rested on your knee and the vibration of her vocal chords sent tingles through your body.
You were starting to feel uncomfortable with how horny you were getting, and when you shifted slightly, Kylar didn’t miss it. “My love,” she giggled, forcing your legs open further. “You’re dripping for me.”
“Please, Kylar,” you breathed out, and her face instantly colored. She giggled again, sounding a little nervous and shy.
“M-my love wants me!” Kylar trilled. “O-of course you do. Of course. I must do what my love wants!”
Then, she dove her head in, lapping up your dripping juices the same way she had lapped up your blood mere moments before. You moaned as her tongue wormed into your aching cunt, licking you up as if she were dying of dehydration.
“Feels s’good, Kylar,” you groaned, your hands flexing in their bonds. How you wanted to lace your fingers in Kylar’s hair at that moment, knowing how she loved having her hair pulled hard.
“I love you,” she murmured, vibrations ringing across your folds. There was a clatter as she dropped the knife from her hand, instead slipping two fingers into your hole as her tongue traced hearts around your clit. “I love you. I love you, so, so much.”
“Oh my God,” you sucked in a sharp breath as her fingers curled at just the right angle inside of you. “Oh, fuck. Please don’t stop.”
“You’re so warm,” Kylar mumbled against the skin of your inner thighs. “And you taste so sweet.”
“Ah, Kylar,” your breath hitched as your body squirmed against its bindings, moving of its own accord. There was a slight stinging feeling in your thigh from her cuts that heightened your arousal. “I’m so close…”
She giggled, her breath warm as her fingers pumped in and out. “Please, my love. Please cum on my face.”
Your nails dug into the arms of the chair as your climax hit, whining out Kylar’s name while your hips lifted off the seat. Kylar diligently kept licking, not letting a single drop of your juices go to waste. The things her tongue was doing to your oversensitive clit made you feel like you were going to explode.
You rode out your orgasm and finally, Kylar pulled away, her chin glistening. She never looked so happy in her life, you thought. “Now I get to have even more of my love inside of me!”
“Hah, yeah,” you mumbled, still coming down from your high. Kylar had picked up her knife again and was idly twirling it in her hands as she gazed at you adoringly. “I…I really did like the knife, Kylar.”
She smiled and held it close to her chest, resting her cheek on your knee. “That makes me so happy!” Kylar traced her fingers on the “K” she had carved into your skin. The bleeding had stopped, but the scratch was clear as day. “Hm…maybe I should put my whole name on there! That way, everyone will know for sure what it means…”
All you could do was smile weakly as Kylar rambled on and on.
