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'
you find yourself reciprocating kylar’s feelings in a world that seems to have it out for him
m!kylar x gn!reader | mdni, 4.5k wc, fluff, jealousy, confessions, kissing, handjob, brief mention of self-harm scarring, m!robin, light angst, not beta read
note: can you feel my love for him through this i hope you can ^_^ comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3
part two masterlist read on ao3
The only attention you used to receive other than from your sweet fellow orphan Robin, was the bad kind—like from creeps and Whitney. But ever since a few months ago, Kylar has been clinging to you with no sign of ever letting go.
It scared you at first, how could it not? Trusting others isn’t smart in this town. That mindset quickly dissolved when you noticed him saving you time and time again. Someone crudely hitting on you would drop to the ground, you’d look around and see a familiar silhouette in the distance.
He listens and reacts to everything you say—tears at your sorrows, furrowed brows at your concerns, agreements to all your complaints, smiles at your quips, reddened cheeks at your compliments and comfort.
He cares, and that’s rare in a town like this. You cherish his company.
Sure, you’ve caught him stealing your underwear once or twice…but everyone has their oddities, right? You’ve yet to see it, but you’ve heard he has shrines for you. Maybe you have a couple screws loose for choosing to ignore his behavior, but he hasn’t harmed you in any way (at least not yet).
The point is, it’s easier to see him as a cute clingy puppy. You can envision a wagging tail behind him whenever the two of you hang out. Kinda like right now.
“I’m outta coins,” you sigh, frowning at your empty wallet.
You have more money, but you’re keeping it nice and sound back at the orphanage, a large portion of it will be going to Bailey first thing tomorrow morning.
“I-I can get you some,” Kylar immediately offers, already looking around for the perfect candidate to pickpocket.
“Nah, it’s fine. We’ve been playing for a while, don’t you usually head home around this time?”
Lips upturned and joy brimming in his eyes, he follows you towards and out the exit. You memorized his schedule, that information alone makes it harder for the dirty looks being thrown his way to reach his heart.
“Don’t walk behind me,” slowing down and guiding him forward by pressing your hand on his back, you make sure he’s walking alongside you. “I don’t want someone grabbing you.”
He takes this as an invitation, body now constantly bumping against yours like there’s no other space on the sidewalk (there’s plenty).
Is he even walking in a straight line? Sometimes you can’t tell what he’s thinking, he doesn’t talk much unless you say something first.
“We should go to the cafe together one of these days, the seasonal drinks are really good.”
“I’d love to go with you, but…” He doesn’t like disappointing you. “It’s always really full there, too many people.”
“Mm,” you hum and think. It’d be a shame for him to miss out for such a reason. “Maybe I can buy the drinks and bring them to you?”
“No, you don’t need to buy me anything! Please don’t!” He interjects, eyes wide and looking at you pleadingly. As if ashamed by his small outburst, he mumbles an apology and looks away before quietly asking, “D–Do you have enough for this week?”
You know what he’s referring to.
“Yeah.” You sigh woefully after answering, bummed out by the reality of your situation. Even if you managed to buy your own place one day, Bailey would surely find you and knock down the door. “I’ve been getting better at saving up and finding work but…I don’t know, it’s still hard.”
“If you ever need more, tell me. I can find a way to make money.”
“If it’s something illegal then don’t even think about it, I don’t want the police on your ass. And also I’m not dragging you into this.”
“But–“
“No buts.”
Despite your objections, he musters a smile. You worry about him, and you clearly aren’t just trying to use him. Not that he would completely mind if you did, but still—being cared for felt nice, he hasn’t felt this way in a long time.
And obviously, he loves looking after you too.
“Y-Your shoe’s untied,” he tells you.
That’s a problem, what if you trip while running away from someone? It really sucks that your mind even has to go there in the first place.
Before you can bend down, he’s already on one knee, not caring about how hot the concrete is.
“You don’t need to–“
He continues anyway. He tugs the laces a little too tightly, but you don’t complain.
“…Thanks.”
Once done, Kylar looks up at you. Is the blush on his cheeks from the unforgiving summer heat or from this position?
The emotion in his eyes is peculiar. Come to think of it, he often gazes at you like this—like after you lean in close to whisper gossip to him, or when you sit next to him and brush your leg against his in the process.
Your breathing grows uneven and you get the urge to cover your face. You want to take a stroll in his mind, pluck each thought, and examine them like daisies.
You know he likes you, but the thing about Kylar is that you have to be patient with him even though he can sometimes be the opposite of that when it comes to you. It’s better to let him tell you when he’s ready.
The moment’s interrupted by the blasting music of a passing car. When you turn to look back at Kylar, you find he has already gotten back up and is at your side once more.
The two of you walk in comfortable silence for the next two blocks, until a bustling crowd marks the beginning of Connudatus Street, some steer towards the markets and others towards the strip club. Though Kylar usually keeps his head downcast in the face of crowds, he holds it up high and glares at anyone who’s audacious enough to ogle you.
Everything’s going so well in his mind, but of course, he can never win.
“Isn’t that Robin?” You spot him on the other sidewalk carrying his lemonade stand materials. He’s going back to the orphanage too, you’re surprised you didn’t see him sooner, he must’ve taken a different path.
Kylar tenses up at the name, an ugly and (unfortunately) familiar feeling gnaws at his stomach and makes its way up to shred his heart.
It isn’t fair—Robin always gets so much of your attention, from the way you often sit together at lunch, walk back to the orphanage after school, to late night hang-outs in your room that Kylar third-wheels by spying through your window. All these built-up frustrations bubble to the surface. What if you leave him to go walk with Robin instead? It sounds like something incredibly minuscule but it feels like the end of the world to him.
“I-I don’t know,” he quietly responds, sounding steely. He tries to tug you closer so you pay attention to him instead.
“He could probably use a hand.”
“But he’s made it this far on his own.”
“Yeah, but it’s better to stick together around these parts.” It wasn’t as dangerous as Harvest Street, but it was still bad nonetheless. Carrying things makes you an easier target, and Robin, bless his heart, can’t throw a punch to save his life.
He grits his teeth.
The knife he’s hiding feels a lot more prominent. Nails leave crescent indents on his palms to the point of drawing blood. He should just pull you into one of the alleys so you don’t leave. No, that won’t work, too many witnesses.
“Do you wanna–“ You wince before you finish your thought, a shock spreading all throughout you.
Kylar’s using all his strength to hold your arm—no, more like to crush it to pieces. His grip is relentless no matter how hard you try to shake him off.
“Kylar?”
Blinded by unjustified jealousy, it isn’t until you say his name that he snaps out of it and releases you. He mouths an apology, the words don’t come out.
You try to clear the air but your attempt comes out awkwardly, “…I didn’t know you were that strong, have you been hiding your muscles from me this entire time?” You know he doesn’t have muscles. God.
Kylar doesn’t respond—for better or worse, it doesn’t seem like he even heard you. He’s breathing heavily and shaking like a leaf. A gentle poke can probably send him running, but you take your chances and reach for his hand, he relaxes.
“I was gonna say we should both go help him out together.”
Together.
“Oh.”
He nods, looking at you with puppy-dog eyes that mask the swirl of possessive thoughts in his head and almost make you forget what just happened. While the two of you jay-walk to reach the other sidewalk, he hesitantly soothes your lingering pain by gently rubbing your arm.
Despite Kylar agreeing to help, he’s strings along completely empty-handed, not even granting Robin a simple “hi.” You, on the other hand, now have a couple of signs in one hand, an empty pitcher on the other, and a foldable chair tucked to your side.
Okay. Maybe this was a bad idea.
You’re in the middle. Sunshine from Robin’s side warms you, but Kylar has a grey cloud looming over his head. Goosebumps form on your skin from the two drastically different temperatures.
You try to think of what to say to break the tension. Have you ever seen Kylar’s house? He always says bye and scurries off but you never know where he actually goes.
Before you can ask, Robin speaks up.
“I made more than usual today–“
“W-W won a lot of games at the arcade today, didn’t we?”
The weather goes down by five degrees.
That was an accident, right? But usually when someone interrupts another, they apologize and prompt for the other to repeat themselves. You wait, but nothing happens, so you play it off.
“Yeah, I think with a little more practice we’ll get first place soon for at least one of them. Wait, how much did you make Robin?”
“Fifty-five! It was hotter than usual so I think that’s why. Anyway, you two should swing–”
“We’re hanging out tomorrow, right?”
Kylar’s definitely doing this on purpose.
“Uh…” Who should you even address first this time? You don’t want to upset Kylar, so you go with him again. “Sure, I have a shift tomorrow and I’ll be out at around four, so maybe after that?”
Right, a ‘shift’ You don’t have a steady job and this ‘shift’ isn’t reputable in the slightest, so you don’t specify for the sake of your dignity.
You nudge Robin, “what were you saying?”
This (deeply) uncomfortable process continued for another five minutes, but really, it felt like an entire year before the Danube St. sign popped into view.
You hear someone sigh, it’s obvious who. Goodbyes have never been easy for him.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask.
Kylar nods, and walks away like a dejected puppy.
But he doesn’t get very far before he turns back around to hug you—which is awkward because you can’t reciprocate and also shocking because initiating a grand physical gesture like this entirely on his own is uncharacteristic of him.
Is he sniffing you?
He pulls away before you can process it.
“B-Bye!” This time, he actually leaves. You blink and suddenly he’s gone, you can’t tell which way he went.
You’re left with Robin, and you feel like you owe him an apology. “Hey, sorry he kept cutting you off. He doesn’t talk to many people other than me, so I think he’s just a bit…possessive?”
Robin smiles at you and shakes his head. “It’s okay. Actually…I always hear people say mean things about him, I think you’re really admirable for not listening to all that gossip.”
“I was a little skeptical at first but I’ve known him for a couple months now and he’s not a bad person. I wish people would stop picking on him.”
“Do you like him?”
…
“Yeah.”
————
Six PM. That used to be Kylar’s curfew when he was younger, so he makes sure to always come back home around this time to tend to and talk to his parents, then he’s free to leave when he pleases.
Kylar sits criss-cross applesauce on the floor of their room, having grown used to this futile type of communication years ago, all he gets is the same noises. He sees their shining eyes through the rips of the bedsheets. He likes to think they can actually listen from underneath the bed.
“Mom and dad, I-I don’t know what to do. I’ve already told you before, but I really, really like this person.” He holds up a picture of you, as if they can actually see it. “They don’t bully me like everyone else does, and they don’t push me away. How do I make them like me? R-Romantically, I mean.”
He didn’t have the best example of romance growing up because of the fate that befell his parents.
“I don’t wanna be alone again, not anymore. I hurt them earlier…I-I didn’t mean to! I just…” He brings his knees to his chest and buries his head on them. “I’m scared they’ll leave me.”
He sits there for a good ten minutes and pretends they’re consoling him and giving him advice.
Afterwards, he goes to take a bath and then curls up on top of a pile of your clothes. Time passes, the Sun hides, his head hurts from thinking.
Think, think, think.
How can he get you to be equally as in love (obsessed) with him as he is with you? Ideas swarm his mind—a potent love potion like the one he heard about in class, he was good enough at science to give it a try, or maybe he can break his atheism and appeal to a god.
Both are impossible. There’s only one more thing he can do before resorting to any unconventional methods. He might embarrass himself in the process, but his mere existence made him feel embarrassed so he doesn’t have much left to lose.
He throws on his black hoodie before heading out.
——
You never really made it back to the orphanage. After helping Robin, you dipped to go knock and look for work. What kind of a life is this, anyway? Everything you do is for money, you need it to live.
The moon watches over you as you finally make your way back home. Everything’s normal. The crickets are chirping, the streets are more or less empty, the temperature doesn’t have sweat clinging to your skin.
You spot Kylar hiding behind a tree near the steps of the building.
Oh hey, it’s Kylar. You walk right past, nothing’s amiss.
…
Wait a minute.
You backtrack and confront him “Kylar? What are you doing here?”
“I would’ve waited for you on the steps but…”
You follow his gaze to some orphans—who, like you, probably just finished a job of some sort—entering the building. They’ve never been nice to Kylar, not at school, not when bumping into him on the streets, not ever.
“That’s not what I meant, I meant why are you here right now?”
“I have something to tell you.”
“If it’s that urgent, couldn’t you just have snuck in? I mean, correct me if I’m wrong but you seem to know your way around here.”
He turns scarlet upon remembering the few times you caught him rummaging through your drawers.
“I…I…”
“I’m messing with you,” you reassure him, reaching out to ruffle his hair—his eyes visibly light up and he squeaks happily, pushing up against your palm.
Kylar’s gotten a lot more used to your touch. He used to recoil so hard you’d get the impression that you hurt him, you’d apologize, but he’d shake his head and say he didn’t mind it. Looking back at it, you realize that he was probably just really nervous.
“Come on, we can go in together.”
He really likes that last word.
You don’t run into any trouble on the way to your room. Nobody can go into the kitchen at these hours, and the orphans from before are already gone.
You feel a little embarrassed at how shabby all your furniture is, but Kylar’s already seen your room so you didn’t address it. Your bed creaks when you sit down.
He stays standing, despite how much he keeps looking around from trinket to trinket, his gaze always returns to you for a split second. He seems to be waiting for you to prompt him.
“So, what did you wanna tell me?”
Like a fish, his mouth opens then closes until he gathers some courage.
“I really love…I mean like–“ His soft voice raises and then immediately falters. The failed confession is instead covered up by him naming whatever comes to his vision as his eyes dart out the window. “Grass.”
“You smoke?” Surely, he can’t mean actual grass.
“What? No! I-I meant…” Kylar can’t even get the words out.
“How about I guess for now?” Even without guessing, you already know what he wanted to say.
He nods. Up ‘n down, up ‘n down, up ‘n down.
“You like someone?”
Up ‘n down, eyes averted.
“Let’s see,” you feel like fucking with him. “You like…Robin?”
Left ‘n right (and visible disgust on his face in the form of a scowl). You stifle a laugh.
“You like…” Absent-mindedly, you look down as you think hard. On the way, you notice something that’s actually hard.
It blurts out your mouth before you can hold it in.
“You’re hard!?”
Kylar gasps. Erase the definition of ‘mortified’ and replace it with his name instead, same thing.
No, no, no! It wasn’t supposed to go like this! His lust for you wasn’t something he wanted you to know until after he confessed and you reciprocated his feelings. What if you think he’s just a pervert with a hidden agenda like everyone else? Will he now truly have to resort to kidnapping you to get you to love him? He’s panicking.
“I-I’m sorry!”
“Kylar–“
“It won’t happen again, or…or maybe it will! I don’t want to lie to you.”
“Kylar…” You stand up.
“I can’t think straight around you because I-I like you and—“
There it is. You kiss him.
He whines, mind falling silent save for the buzzing of bliss. His cheeks are burning, you feel the heat radiate onto your face. When you pull away, he doesn’t stop you.
“You like me?”
Up ‘n down. Up ‘n down. Up ‘n down. Starry-eyes glazed with longing.
“Since when?”
“S-Since we met.”
“I like you too, Kylar.”
You close the distance again. He cups your face with trembling hands, wasting no time in trying to deepen the kiss. The practice he got in his dreams clearly didn’t transfer over.
“Sorry,” he mumbles in between attempts. “I-I don’t know what I’m doing. This is…this is my first time kissing someone.”
“It’s okay,” you laugh quietly, finding him cute. He can tell you don’t mean anything bad by it, and laughs too.
Eagerly, he experiments to see what feels right. Slow, gentle, fast, rough. It doesn’t help much, he enjoys all paces and intensities as long as it’s with you.
Like an ice cream left out in the heat, he melts when you begin running your fingers through his hair—so much so, that he stops kissing you altogether to bow his head and relish the feeling. Touchstarved, that’s what he is.
Minutes pass, he stays like that, but you can hear him breathing heavily. It suddenly dawns on you that you can feel his bulge pressed up against your leg.
Oh. Right.
“Do you…” Your eyes trail south, and his head finally lifts at the sound of your voice. “Want help with that?”
His mouth opens, nothing comes out except for a whimper.
You wait.
“Y-Yeah.”
With that out of the way, you guide him to your bed, kicking off your shoes in the process, he follows suit. Both of you cringe a little at the loud sound of creaking. Kylar’s head snaps towards the door in the middle of pulling his pants and underwear down to his mid-thighs, scared someone will pass by the door and hear everything.
He’s flat on his back, meanwhile you’re laying on your side next to him.
“Don’t worry, people usually aren’t in the halls this late.”
Reassured, he brings his eyes back towards yours—you aren’t looking back at him, no, instead, your eyes are drawn to his dick. Before you can make a comment, something else catches your attention.
Just above where his pubic hair starts, you spot a word written in pink pen.
“Is that…” You blink in awe. It takes you a while to read it since you’re looking at it upside down—actually, how did he even write it like that then? It’s your name.
Boldly, you trace over it. His breath hitches and his hips raise.
“Um…” He has a hard time answering in a timely manner, a little too turned on to find the words. “I-I read somewhere that writing a person’s name on your body could make them…like you. M-Manifestation, I think?”
“Well, not to call that method bullshit or anything…but I’ve liked you for a while so I don’t think it’s ‘cause of that.”
“I’m glad…” So he managed to charm you all on his own? He isn’t sure how that happened but he’s incredibly happy.
“Do you have it written anywhere else?”
With a blush, he takes off his shirt and hoodie. Sure enough, your name is also written on the left side of his chest, right where his heart is.
So, his heart is quite literally beating beneath your name.
“That’s cute.” You lean over briefly to place a kiss on it, he squirms.
“Y-You really think so?!”
You hum in agreement, reaching down to wrap your hand around the base of his dick.
“Ah!” He gasps, completely caught off guard.
He’s sensitive. Not only is he touch-starved, but even though he’s gotten himself off to the thought of you countless times, it has never once felt as good as the mere touch of your hand.
He watches your hand go up and down, up and down, and up and down with half-lidded eyes, completely mesmerized by your movements.
Eventually, embarrassment washes over him, he shuts his eyes and thrashes his head to the side, your pillow is temporarily cold against his cheek before his skin heats it up.
“F-Faster,” the demand feels foreign on his tongue, but he’s needed you for so long that he can’t take it.
You oblige and it doesn’t take long for pre-cum to bead out. You let it lather on your fingers and palm by focusing on the tip.
Kylar shudders and heaves endless apologies each time his hips snap up on his own and make your bed creak. “Sorrysorrysorry—ahh—sorrysorry…”
Swish, swish, swish. You’re stroking him again, circling over the tip each time before going back down to the base.
“Does this feel good?”
If he was a confident person, he’d ask if you were fishing for compliments. Instead, he just nods fervently and whimpers.
“I’ve…I’ve never been touched there. You’re the first to…” He saved everything for you—his first kiss and all other virginities—there’s no one else he’d want to give them to.
It was just hard. He was practically horny at all times of the day because you were the only thing on his mind from day to night, and his thoughts were less than innocent half the time.
His head turns to the other side, now close to yours, you can easily brush your nose against his. You lean in, pressing your lips against his. Unlike last time, he doesn’t shut up. No, he gets louder.
The taste of blood permeates your mouth, you try to pull away but he just raises his head to chase after you, paying no mind to the sting of his bottom lip from having bit down on it so hard. Each kiss is messier than the last, not even music could drown out the noises.
Over the years, he’s watched porn, and he truly thought he deserved the treatment he saw in lots of videos—being slapped, degraded, thrown around—but here you are, treating him with utmost care. It’s not like he wouldn’t be turned on by the former treatment if it was done by you, he’s just surprised this is how his first ever sexual interaction is going.
“C-Can you say it again?” He pleads in a daze as he pulls away. A thin layer of sweat makes him glow, messy strands of hair stick to his forehead.
“Say what?”
“That you like me…”
You smile, what an endearing request. It almost makes you forget that you’re stroking his dick.
“I like you.”
A shaky moan. He twitches in your grasp.
You move close to his ear, lips brushing against the shell. “I really, really like you, Kylar.”
Now you’ve done it. He tenses in regular Kylar fashion, so you think nothing of it.
It isn’t until you see a rope of white land on his stomach that you realize he’s cumming. You press down a little harder, coaxing him through his orgasm until he’s milked dry.
Actually, he came a lot. You didn’t know he had all that in him.
Tears are rolling down his face and for a moment you’re at a loss. But the next moment, he’s tugging you close to him.
“Inside—“ He gently flutters kisses all over your face, not even attempting to regain his breath. His tears smear onto your skin. “I wanna be inside you next time.”
You don’t get a chance to say anything before he shouts out in dismay, “Wait!”
“What? What is it?”
“You didn’t get off! Y-You made me feel so good…that isn’t fair. Here, let me–“
“It’s okay.”
“A-Are you sure?”
“Really, it’s okay. I’m really tired anyway. Next time you can…um…you know, if you want. Just come here.”
He turns on his side and curls into you, tucking his face into your chest and clutching the back of your shirt. You kiss the crown of his head and hear him sigh dreamily in response. Running a hand up and down his arm, you can feel sections of raised skin but you don’t bring it up.
You then speak, “I can’t believe it took you this long to tell me.”
“Y-You knew?!”
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Why didn’t you?”
“…I was scared…scared you wouldn’t like me back. But, I’m glad you do.”
“You know, you should get the writing of my name tattooed.”
“D-Don’t say that, because I’ll actually do it if you want me to.”
There hadn’t been an official statement from you—the ‘what are we’ talk didn’t happen. It didn’t need to, he was your boyfriend now, no question about it.
You returned his feelings. You kissed him. You pleasured him. You’re holding him. You’re his now. Isn’t that how this works?
You awake the next morning without him in your arms, you’re not sure what time he snuck out. What you do find, though, is something nobody would normally leave—his folded underwear on your desk.
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.
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.
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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.”
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cw: mentions of stalking, potential assault (whitney), intercourse, use of threats (w/ weapon); physical assault (w/ weapon)
a/n: just a little something from someone who craves for kylar content especially more interactions with the other LIs (hot take: he's not disgusting enough lol)
i need kylar to be more yandere especially towards a PC that pursues multiply love interests.
imagine him immediately noticing the flower crown robin made for you and commenting about it, his hands all tightly clasped together, his nails digging into his skin as he questions where you got it, how you got it and who you got it from.
don't even think about lying to him, he saw that derpy look on robin's face when the two of you walked into the school together, the way that ginger side-eyed between you and the flower crown with stupid blush on his cheeks.
but also, why were you with him? he's heard rumors that robin is also an orphan, but there's no way you both come from the same orphanage right? even if you both were, you weren't walking to school with him right? you just so happened to bump into him on the way to school RIGHT?
imagine him building up jealousy in the background because you chose to spend the half hour before science class to talk to sydney. SYDNEY. sure, he doesn't really show up in your face early at school, but that's just cause he just wants to stalk admire you from afar for a little bit but couldn't you go to class early instead of i don't know talking to HIM?
the lurking doesn't just end during the earlier hours at school, it continues late into lunch. in fact, his jealousy doubles if you decide to sit with sydney for lunch AND head to the library to talk to him some more. like, did you not talk to him enough during lunch? what more is there to talk to THAT? (it's definitely not because he forced himself in between you two, silently making it awkward for sydney by glarring daggers at him so the blond would be too flustered to even speak to you)
imagine him tackling whitney the second he sees you with him doing anything remotely intimate. it doesn't matter if he's causing trouble out in public that bitch whitney had it coming, he could have hurt you or worse done something to you like he always did in school (he knows about that? of course he knows, he knows everything about you including what whitney's been doing to you)
he definitely would draw his blade if it was whitney trying to assault you right on the street after leaving the bar, even if he isn't as strong compared to whitney, he's determine to leave some scars on him to remind him what happens when he messes with what's HIS.
speaking of having intercourse with the love interests: kylar would definitely pull a knife on any love interest that was caught having sex with you on the camera of that owl plushie he gave you.
he'd call them away into an empty classroom maybe and straight up threaten them to stay away from you or face the consequences.
or if you're whitney... probably get drugged on the street, dragged back to his mansion to be tied up in his basement and be tortured.
꒰◍ॢ^ᴗ^◍ॢ꒱ Jealous!male Kylar x female!reader, mentions of Male!Sydney, english isnt my first language ;(( so ignore da grammar mistakes OKII XDD
i got inspired coz you know when ur playin the game and its lik u get 2 sit with kylar or lik with the other guys, and when u sit with the other guys its lik ' Kylar watches from across ' YUHH RIGHT? so i wrote bout it x3. not good n m sorry this is my first try at dis ;DD btw am new 2 the game so sorry if its not rly canon xDD
Kylar wasn’t quite jealous yet, as he wasn’t aware of how the break was going to end up. He sat down in his usual spot - typically and always very empty - as he took up the invitation to sit where he usually did, in that usual and inquired spot. He played with the food he had just received, his eyes looking down at it.
He wasn’t really just playing around with his food, nor was he making any further comments on it - in fact, he was just fidgeting; making random and slow motions as his mind rewound back to every memory of you. His face sat cold and dull, yet his heart accompanied his still expression and held the biggest smile at the thought of you, racing as if you were right beside him. But you weren’t, and he knew this, and he wished for you to come by him any second now.
In an odd way, you could say he was patient for now as he waited for you. Being able to pass a mere couple of minutes as he entertained himself at all sorts of various thoughts of you. Just daydreaming and thinking about your every feature one by one - your beautiful eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, and that smile you wore at your happiest; when your eyes crinkled and your lips parted to show a new sighting of heaven. No one was currently looking at Kylar, but if they were, they would see how his cheeks were now painted with a faint pink.
Kylar started chewing on his food, still having you on his mind - which helped with eating, even when the food was currently peaking at its worst. Every other second, he made quick glances at the area you usually walked into the cafeteria, giving puppy eyes to someone who wasn’t even there yet.
After a bit more constant checking there and a bit more chewing here, his eyes lit up at the sight of you. You weren’t wearing different makeup, and you wore the same uniform like you always did, yet his lips parted at your mere beauty. His eyes were glued to you like paper in an art project, and he awaited your presence right beside him, even unconsciously shifting in his seat so he could be just a little closer to his favorite angel.
He looked at you and noticed something more than a little odd. Your eyes were looking somewhere, yet they weren’t focused on Kylar's face, and you were walking somewhere away from him, a spot that quite certainly didn’t include him. You hadn’t suddenly forgotten where he usually sat, had you? He had surely hoped it would’ve become an subconscious routine by now.
You actually seemed to be heading right toward Sydney, who was sitting in the loneliest spot in the place right by the corner, with books all around him in a cluttered mess, making himself comfortable in the school’s canteen.
Kylar watched as the usual smile he was blessed with daily was lifted for another person. He felt a strong urge to quickly step between you two, holding his hands out toward your shining features so the ponytailed guy would no longer be allowed to see such a pretty sight. Kylar’s heart picks up on a bit of a run at the way you two start talking to each other.
You seemed so casual with him from Kylar’s perspective - just like the way you always spoke to Kylar in such a soft and kind manner. For a moment, Kylar found himself nostalgic for yesterday, when you had cheerfully walked right up to him, given him that pretty smile of yours, and started talking about something you were interested in. But now, you were no longer beside him, and Kylar found himself much lonelier than he had already known he was. He was very nostalgic now.
But he wasn’t just nostalgic - he was bumping right into the ugliness of jealousy; trying to gather the feelings he had so carelessly dropped, his face flushed.
Even in a moment of great envy and selfishness, he couldn’t get over how pretty you looked in the moment. Just like a drug, he couldn't stop taking you all in; focusing on his favourite eyes, lips, and nose that he was just daydreaming about not too long ago; the only thing he forgot to think about was this natural shine you always seem to have clinging to you. It was a beautiful sight to focus all of his attention on. He also was finding it very hard to ignore the urge to just murk that guy right there whenever he would look beside you.
He could almost create a whole short film in his head on how it would play out.
Oh, how everybody would scream in fright, running away in an event that Kylar would hurt them too, and how Kylar would look at you with a prideful smile, eliminating his competition. In the moment, it sounded very ideal to him!
His mind spun into orbit as the sight of you with that guy made something murky twist and turn in his stomach. He wanted - needed to throw up the bitterness onto Sydney, just so that guy would know exactly how he felt. But honestly, in Kylar’s eyes, just cussing him out wouldn’t have the same effect. He needed that guy gone.
It was funny, too. If you had never walked up to that ponytailed guy, Kylar would have quickly slid his gaze away from that area - never looking back. But the mere fact that you were entertaining him somehow magnified the guy in Kylar’s eyes. The more he looked at him, the more his eyes hurt, and a headache began to form, so he quickly returned to looking back at his angel.
Was this guy your type? Did you really like him? Were you going to keep hanging out with him from now on? Even though you were always with Kylar, always spending your free time with him, his selfishness wanted to take away the rest of your time so you would always walk alongside him. He couldn’t bear the idea of you being with someone else, nor had he really considered it before. He had always assumed, hopefully, that you would cling to him just as he did to you.
Kylar never entertained the thought that maybe he was just being overly possessive, and that it wouldn’t be a crime for you to spend time with someone else for an hour or so. He never thought about it because he could never be able to convince himself of that idea. He was all yours from the very first moment he saw you and he had hoped you would be all his too.
Anyways, this will probably be the last time you talk to that guy. ++Jealous.
PLEASPELALEPLARE SAY THAT YOU PLAY IN DOL??? I NEED HEADCANONS FOR THAT BITCHES ASAP WITH MALE TOP READER BECAUSE I FIXKUNG HATE FEM READERS ONE AAAAAAHADHHRHSS (SORRY I'M NOT ENGLISH BUT PLEASE)
Damn, imagine if we were mermaids and you had a dick with spikes, and I had a vagina like the Mariana Trench and ... (quotes from my husband day I adore him)
MASTERLIST is here.
#a.n. : see how desperate the person is? Gotta satisfy them, or their uterus/dick will explode and it will be my fault. Never thought I'd get a DoL request, but fuck yeah. Please give me more DoL requests.
Characters: School Love Interests (you're here), Other Love Interests (coming soon)
!!Warnings: switch!top!gn!reader (male leaned, although options with vaginas and penises are mentioned and reader is they/them and he like two times), bottom!characters (there are both cis and trans versions here, since I headcanon some of them as such, tho pronounces are he/him), honestly there are too many of them, considering the game itself is built. So the are below all the characters. Whitney's part has a bottom!reader clause, but it's marked so you don't have to read it (my husband extraterrestrialized this and I said hell yeah), reader is the player.
Kylar the Loner.
!!Warnings: pregnancy, size difference, mention of kidnapping, bondage, role playing, dirty talk, smells, underwear stealing, humping, mention of full body pillow, erotic drawing, he is delulu yandere.
My sweet cupcake, what can I say about you, honestly... It seems to me that he definitely should have a kink for the difference in size. Like, even with the smallest player's physique, he's still only a little taller??? And considering that with the biggest player, he looks like Thumbelina, you can't say that he doesn't. This guy was definitely fantasizing about how a player would pin him to something with this huge body (or a small body too, you'll be stronger than this guy anyway, it seems to me... If he's not hysterical, of course, hehe).
His hygiene definitely improved after he met the player. Like, just to impress them and not look like a mess (he's still a mess). So he definitely has a fucking jungle in his pants. And he's quite comfortable with it, although if you ask him to remove them, then of course he will. But yes. The tough, black jungle is right there. He's VERY hairy.
Uh, if we're going to talk about penis size, then it seems to me that he has an amazingly large penis for his height. Would I say about 7.3 inches? It's also curved to the left, because that's how I feel. If we're talking about pussy, I think it's surprisingly pale compared to the rest of his body, and he has a surprisingly large clitoris on his own. And if you're a genius like me and you're choosing tirs for a male character, then fuck, he's got a C-cup (there's a lot that could be hiding under his hoodie, lol).
Definitely the most talkative during sex. He's also whiny, especially the first time he loses his virginity (and especially if the player is also a virgin). Fuck, the king of dirty talk!!! It may be very strange, nasty and focused on how you impregnate him (or vise versa), but no one could talk to you like that, he could write you a fanfiction while riding on your dick and at the same time manage to hack into the Pentagon and brew spicy noodles and would not see any problems in it.
I think he has sensitive ears. Do you know this dialogue where he says that the player's ears are not as sensitive as in his dream??? Usually dreams reflect reality (I don't believe in this heresy, but I need a reason), therefore someone must have sensitive ears and it's definitely him, if not the player. I can just imagine how he would twitch and blush if you could bite his ear and whisper something there.
An unequivocal fetish for smells. Are you saying he's stealing the player's underwear for nothing??? Absolutely not. I doubt very much that he uses it on his genitals, as he thinks that the smell will be erased sooner, so he practically suffocates himself in the fabric, inhaling this smell. Even if the player smells like grandma, or absolutely disgusting like garbage, or like something sickly sweet right up to the point of getting sick in the head, it's still the best smell in the world (as long as it's not the smell of someone else's sperm).
Role-playing games??? This guy literally played some kind of wedding with us after the kidnapping. He was also literally acting in a skit (even if not in the role he wanted). He would definitely be a fan of this thing. And would especially love something old-fashioned or fantasy!! Type vampire × human, aristocrat × servant, vampire × werewolf. And something else where the player's attention will be completely on him, as well as in the dominant plan (he likes it when the player takes control, come on), such as policeman × criminal, concubine × king, husband × husband/wife (these two were invented by my hubby, lol still true).
He definitely has something to do with bondage (you can't say no, this guy literally tied up a player in his basement and rode on their dick/fucked them and whatever else). And he would definitely like to be tied up by a player, especially if the player is already many times stronger and could break him like a match. Although it's fucking nice for him to keep himself in power, too.
He would definitely like the same things that his partner would like. It doesn't matter how dangerous or vile it may be (without examples, everyone has their own degree of understanding of this). But fuck, seriously. You could say, like, "listen, I want to have sex in a swamp that's probably home to fifteen thousand different deadly bacteria, but you'd look too fucking sexy in mud," and he wouldn't hear anything except the part after the "but."
He would have loved humping. It doesn't matter what it is. Are you telling me that this person has a full-height player's pillow and he has never rubbed against it??? And didn't attach a dildo/flashlight to it??? Fuck, absolutely not. He'd love to rub his genitals against something, especially if it's not a player's thing, just so he can imagine how their skin would feel under them and all that.
He would cum in seconds (in my game, he cums in just two or three actions from the player????). Seriously, he would cum even without stimulation in the initial stages, just from the voice or from the overly sexy look of the player in front of him. His poor virgin brain would just explode.
He loves to draw a player in erotic poses or situations (canonically) and show them this. And then play it back, especially if the player himself reduces it by saying, like, "Oh, it looks sexy. Do you want to repeat it?" He will literally melt into a puddle.
Would never admit it, but he loves it when a player kisses/licks/strokes his scars, bruises and scratches. He doesn't find these parts of himself attractive, so what if his partner did it?.. Ka-sploosh!
And finally, the strange headcanon! I think he has a birthmark somewhere that slightly resembles the silhouette of a player... To make him believe even more in fate, love at first sight, and all that.
Sydney (nevermind which).
!!Warnings: body writing, mention of body fluids, reading as erotic event, size difference, hair pulling, pregnancy, cum on the face, semi public sex, sex in clothes, mention of mythical creatures, sadomaso kinda, wax.
So. Let's talk about Sydney as a whole, since his "personalities" differ only in their overall "emancipation"!
An unequivocal one hundred percent fetish for writing on the body, canonical, yes. But why doesn't anyone talk about it? No one wants such a handsome man to write all sorts of things on them??? Absolutely anything, because he would have written anything if the player had asked politely. And I would let him write anything on me if I were you, I'll be honest, especially those stupid emoticons. >:(
Not exactly sexy, but intimate! If a player had a lot of tattoos, they would definitely like to paint them over, like coloring books for children. I thought it was cute, so let it be here.
Canonically loves the taller player, so... The library, his desk, the evening, the two of you, he's sitting on the counter, you're pressing him against it, pawing him, kissing him, it doesn't matter what you do there, as long as he clings to you, while staring at you with those beautiful amber eyes.
Incredibly caring after sex, when he gets used to it all. He will definitely make sure that the player is satisfied and has finished as much as he wanted, he will definitely hug and praise the player if they need to, feed or drink the player if necessary and wash too. He will absolutely fall in love three times more if they do it in return.
During sex? Even better. The guy would definitely bring you to orgasm with his mouth/fingers/toys/friction, that is, without penetration, at least once. Unambiguous additional stimulation if you need it and when he learns your erogenous points. One hundred percent praise to any side of your body if you find it unattractive.
He loves it when they cum on his face. Anyone with glasses likes it when they cum on their face, I said so (I know it's hard to rub it off afterwards, but anyway). Especially at the beginning, after he loses his virginity and he gives head to the player and when they finally cum, he blushes so incredibly hard from it. He probably cries a little too when he realizes that he's going to make the player cum.
He's not a fan of dirty talk in my opinion, especially early Sydney, but he would love it if a player whispered something to him about the future. That is, giving him a hint about something long-term, even if you whispered to him that he was going to get pregnant, even though he was a cis man, it would still be sweet.
I came up with the idea of a fetish, the name of which I don't remember, but fuck... Imagine reading books during sex??? Especially in terms of roles??? Especially if you both get in each other's way while reading your piece??? It's hot. He definitely likes it, especially since he has a pleasant voice, it should be good.
So, let's talk about genitals! The penis is definitely not too outstanding, since the guy has spent in a chastity belt practically all life so about 5 inches. If we're talking about pussy, then definitely tiny labia and the same tiny clitoris. If we talk about tits... A-cup? Maybe a B-cup? They're small but not tiny.
He definitely doesn't bother with his hair much, because before his relationship with the player, he literally wore iron underpants, lol. But he adheres to hygiene absolutely, and his hair is also completely shaved off after the start of the relationship.
I think he likes being pulled by his hair. Not much. They just tilt his head back during penetration, hold his hair during kissing/oral sex, and just stroke his head.
A canonical masochist, albeit a hidden one. Plus, he's a sadist. So.... Listen to me. Wax. I fucking want to drip something on this guy's body or have him do it, it doesn't matter. He would tremble so much, trying not to show how much he liked it, even though he was absolutely flowing during the process from a pleasant mixture of pain and pleasure.
Theoretically speaking, he would agree to a lot as long as it's not too traumatic, too public and as long as it doesn't contain any bodily fluids other than saliva and semen (he canonically despises blood... And everything else, yes).
And of course, his canonical pregnancy kink (why does everyone in this game want a baby, I'm crying, except Avery of course). Definitely, his pupils will turn into hearts if one of you can get pregnant (if not, then I think it will be easy to convince him that this is possible, because he is a very stupidly smart person).
Sex in clothes??? For some reason, it seems to me that he would like to look at the outlines of the player's body or at his own if they were in front of a mirror, for example. Just imagine what's underneath those layers of fabric, even if he's seen it all many times.
Semi-public sex. And no, not just the canonical library and the mall (I'm still disappointed that he can't be fucked somewhere on the beach or in a temple, not under certain conditions). He would worry that someone would see you, try to be incredibly quiet, cling to you as if you were the only thing holding him in life.
By the way, he's probably the quietest of the four. Most of time he just breathe heavily, maybe he whisper prayers or something about how well he feel. It's quite difficult to get full-fledged moans out of him.
Well, it's a strange hedcanon for my favorites... Would you definitely think of the player as some kind of mythical creature? It doesn't matter if it's sexy or not, just the fact that his brain slides to the player's body in the form of some vampire, ending with some nonsense with tentacles, and then realizing arousal and hoping that the player will enter the library today sounds funny.
It will probably be the most difficult, because he is very... A controversial character. I love him, but he fucking annoys me sometimes. Does a guy literally get offended if he loses a game or if a player pushes him away when trying to have sex with high confidence??? He's sweet, but what the fuck is that. I'm still taking his debt on myself though, considering he's probably the most adequate of them all.
Well, it doesn't matter. Let's start with the food kink? The guy is poor in his own way. So imagine if he ever sees a player's body strewn with even the cheapest snacks or sweets. The guy will literally explode on the spot. Even if it's just plain whipped cream.
Mmm, also role-playing games. These silly dialogues where we talk about the characters of some video game that they both play gave me this idea, especially considering that they mean each other there. So of course the captain player will fuck this elf or whoever it is.
He's definitely a voyeur. It doesn't matter if he's watching or if he's being watched (only by the player, of course). It just relaxes to some extent, and the trust, and just taking the shackles off those cheap clothes on him.
He has a habit of biting the player's genitals when he gives them oral sex. He doesn't quite bite, but he chews, touches it lightly with his teeth. I'm not sure how it feels on a vagina, but on a dick? For me personally, it feels good, especially if that little bitch giggles at it.
The quietest during sex. He canonically doesn't even speak during it, lol (hopefully he'll learn one day). He probably just buries his face in the player's shoulder, hugging them, or buries his face in a pillow and just enjoys the sensations, breathing heavily.
I feel like he would really hate to sit still during this. That is, he would not be able to stay in the same position for a long time, or would not be able to tolerate for a long time if, for example, you rubbed against each other for several minutes without doing anything else. He would constantly try to turn you over or do something else.
A huge fan of jerking off. Mutual jerking off especially! He loves to put his feet on the player's hips while they rub their cocks against each other. He would have finished as quickly as possible from this. (This also works if you don't have a dick or he doesn't have a dick; he or you could get your dick lost on another's vagina, or scrissoring, of course)
A fan of outdoor sex!! I love the picnic event in the game, so... He will feed you deliciously (sandwiches with tea), and then he will throw you on the blanket and do whatever you want together. He just loves all this scenic beauty of forests, lakes and just vegetation everywhere.
Cockwarming... During the game... It would calm him down! He feels your cock inside him (or vice versa), feels this warmth, fullness, you are next to him and for some reason the game becomes easier and for some strange reason he becomes focused.
So, the genitals... The penis is definitely bent down, the head is very thick, the penis itself is thin, about 5.7 inches in size. If we're talking about a pussy, it's quite ordinary, but he would have large labia and a mole on them. Little tits... B-cup. Unambiguous. And he would also have very attractive puffy nipples.
And speaking of nipples. I think they're pretty damn sensitive. He loves when a player's fingers or tongue are on his boobs, squeezing the muscles there, and then squeezing those rosebuds, causing him a familiar knot in his stomach.
His pubic hair is fine. They are not particularly neat, but they are trimmed, he more than observes hygiene, everything is fine there. And his hair is surprisingly soft there, so everything is fine!!
The idea came up right now about strangulation. In my opinion, he would have liked it if the player had held his neck while they were doing this (maybe squeezed if Robin was completely relaxed). Although this kink will immediately disappear if he survives the abduction that occurs if you do not take on Robin's debt.
Sex in the bathroom!! I really like this scene. And Robin, too. He sees you completely naked, just for him, surrounded by water and foam, while you wash each other, fuck, and then wash each other again. Well, what could be better?
Loves body-to-body sex. Well, for example, where you or he are lying on top of each other or where you are hugging and your bodies are almost one hundred percent touching. It brings him the necessary and incredible comfort.
One more small clarification about voyeurism. The idea came up now that he would like it if a player watched him finger himself/jerk off. He would have come from this at the speed of light or faster (with high confidence, though, he would have put on a show at the same time).
He loves it when a player leaves light bruises of their hands. No hickeys or bites. It's the handprints. He finds them very attractive and a sign that the player fucking wanted him so much that they couldn't control their grip (your back would say the same thing about him lol).
And the strange headcanon, of course! He probably read some silly facts in history textbooks and asked the player to repeat them. And the player read the facts from biology... And of course they repeated them too! Not meiosis and mitosis, of course, and certainly not budding, but it's also an exciting activity with a cardio load!!
Whitney the Bully.
!!Warnings: size difference, praise kink, humiliation kink, riding, face sitting, mention of tattoos and piercings, fetish on virginity (?), maths (trust me, it's sexy), oral sex, mention of sex toys, BDSM, home porn, nudes.
My favorite cruel blonde is here, and we'll start big, of course. He would probably agree to any adventure that the player would suggest (it's kind of like even canon). Do you want to make him up and crossdress him? Please do it. Do you want to hug him or literally squeeze him like a plush toy in public? Oh, go on. But he will definitely fuck the life out of you afterwards.
He probably doesn't have an absolutely strict "no". If you want something, you'll get it, with his permission, of course. Starting with a threesome, ending with the strangest, most horrible, disgusting scene you can imagine.
There is a hidden kink for praise. He will necessarily blush too much if a player sincerely praises him during sex (especially if it is something external, given that he is not sure about his appearance). It will only make his actions faster, but damn it, he'll like it and it's obvious.
A hidden romantic somewhere in the depths of his soul. He would sincerely enjoy the most ordinary vanilla sex from time to time (VERY rarely), where both of you just relax and fuck lying on the bed while he hugs one of his plush toys.
He is literally "the best sucker" in the game. He literally has an oral fixation. And probably a tongue piercing, because it's hot and suits him very well. Would give you such a wildly pleasant blowjob / cunnilingus/ rimming that your legs would then shake for a few more minutes.
Although he loves it when you do it. Even if you're a total virgin and absolutely don't know how to suck dick/eat pussy, he'll just love your enthusiasm for it. If you're lucky, he'll even cum from it or try on the role of a teacher and teach you where to put your tongue, fingers, where it's better to press, how and so on.
Face sitting!!! I want him to strangle me with his hips, my God.... Absolutely enjoys the sight of your face sinking between his thighs and would absolutely not mind drowning between yours, even if you are many times heavier/bigger (he is the epitome of the meme "he sat on my face and broke my neck").
Loves to hold grab the player by the waist. In non-intimate moments, his hand is most likely there (or on the player's ass lol). In intimate moments, he mostly grabs the sides / stomach of the player, because he likes him. It doesn't matter if you're overweight, if you're chiseled like an Adonis, or if it's just a waistline, he loves it.
He definitely has a thing for people with piercings or tattoos. Especially if they are intimate. That is, the piercings of the navel, penis / pussy / ass, nipples, tongue. Or tattoos on the lower back, ass, chest, genitals (and there are such things, yes).
He is the most unashamed LI, because he would do it anywhere, anytime, he absolutely does not care who is there and who is not there, he must do it. The player looks too sweet to resist.
The genitals!! The cock is very thick, VERY THICK. Although by itself it is slightly above average, maybe about 6.2 inches. The pussy is very beautiful (yes, I think he has an attractive pussy, but what?), probably a small clitoris. Tits... Either A-cup or D-cup, there is no between.
Hair... I don't think he has a lot of hair there in general, and he doesn't take much care of it, although he shaves it off when it becomes uncomfortable. But his hygiene is impeccable (do you have any idea how many people he fucks?).
Of course, everyone understands perfectly well that he has a kink for humiliating the player. But imagine what would happen if he praised them. It's just that one day it would slip out that the player is a "good boy" at a certain point in their sex and the player would come out of surprise (sorry, funny). He would use it later, very rarely, but so accurately.
Virgins turn him on. Or just people who don't know anything about sex. Well, more precisely, a player, he would hardly fuck with someone for one night who doesn't know what they're doing at all. So he's really turned on by all this, these pathetic attempts, these first successes, these first reactions and results, well, fucking sweet.
(Bottom!reader) My husband came up with a trick. You know, if he has a vagina (no matter what gender he is), he always wears a strap-on, or almost always. He has a huge collection of them, which he stole canonically from a sex shop and damn it, sooner or later he uses them.
Absolutely loves to ride a dick. Especially if the penis is huge or tiny. It just gives him a sense of some kind of pleasant satisfaction that he can hold onto something so huge or something so small, while still getting pleasure and delivering it in return.
A teaser to the core. He will play with your nipples, genitals, erogenous zones, will constantly kiss you, leave marks, rub against you, but will not give you what you needed until you take it yourself or start begging him.
I think he's a BDSM fan. Especially the dom/sub aspects, because he just loves to bend the player to his will, and of course he loves it even more if the player does it himself. If he's in love, he can switch roles if you want, he's not picky, but he'll still be bossy one way or another.
Uh, he'd be a fan of home videos. He would never show them to anyone, because they are only for his eyes, he just likes to watch them from time to time. Or your photos too, when you cum, fuck him or something like that.
He would love it if the player had a huge ass. He absolutely loves kneading it between his fingers, watching as it takes the shape of his palms. Would constantly slap it at any convenient or inconvenient moment.
A hidden kink for the size difference? He loves his partners bigger and taller. He likes to bend them to his feet, keeping the player on a leash (literally or not), even if they are high-rise compared to him.
And of course our favorite category. He loves to ask the player questions from time to time during sex, especially if they are barely thinking and the questions jump from "2+2?" to "find the minimum of the function y=x²-563x-89=0". Of course, he punishes the player in some way if they answer incorrectly, even if they understand that they will answer incorrectly. But if by some miracle they guess, then he will fulfill some of their requests.
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.
