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taking a break, after the preorder is done i will continue to work on the previous commissions *sobs

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So I saw that your accepting requests, and I was wondering if you still did Human FNAF(Five nights at freddys) requests and if so could you do a Human!Bonnie x F!reader NSFW where bonnie went into heat (Just curious, goodness this is embarrassing🙈)

y'all really exposing how much i simp for the bunny man- 👀 thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy!

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pairing: FNAF - hybrid!bonnie x f!reader - bonnie in heat scenario

warnings: nsfw, mentions of heat/rutting, thigh-fucking, implied breeding kink

"bonnie-"

"shhh!"

a hand was frantically clamped over your mouth at the sound of someone walking past the cramped storage room. bonnie's other arm wrapped itself even tighter around your waist whilst he pressed his forehead, damp with sweat, into the crook of your neck with a restrained groan.

he had informed you well ahead of time that he'd be getting more antsy the closer he got to his rut but the increasing amount of times this man would pull you aside for a quickie was something you could not keep up with. oh well, at least today he was being so generous as to give your poor cunt a rest, instead opting to fuck those pillowy thighs of yours.

the minute it sounded like you were once again in the all-clear, bonnie was quick to drop his hand from your mouth and resume snapping his hips up against you, the fast pace barely giving you any time to even process that he'd started moving again.

"'m sorry." he mumbled against your shoulder at the surprised squeak you let out, "i'll be done soon, promise."

bonnie wasn't quite sure how well his word would hold up. he'd already cum twice yet here he is on the brink of a third orgasm, but could you blame him? poor guy felt like he was drowning in every aspect of you - drowning in your smell, in your warmth, in the sound of your voice, in the feel of you pressed against him. just you.

oh, how inviting the warmth of your cunt felt against his cock while he plowed through your squishy thighs. how tempting it would be to tug those flimsy panties aside and bury himself deep inside where he should be. put his cum where it's supposed to go. he should be showing you where he belongs-

but bonnie knows you're probably still feeling sore and sensitive. he knows he can be such a handful during his rut and the last thing he wants to do is overwhelm you. so he forces himself to settle with what he has right now.

feeling that familiar swell in his navel, bonnie breathlessly whimpers out your name over and over again as he starts to lose his rhythm. he bites down on your shirt collar in an attempt to keep from biting you somewhere you wouldn't be able to hide, hot breaths fanning over the back of your neck and hands desperately clutching any part of you they can reach.

there's a stutter of his hips as he tips over the edge, a choked sob just barely making its way out of him as he creams all over the front of your thighs. bonnie finally relaxes, exhausted, and continues to hold you close whilst he catches his breath, one hand idly slipping from your waist to smear his cum over your thighs.

“bonnie- i hope you’re not planning on going again, my break is almost over!”

he simply gives you a breathy chuckle and kisses the back of your neck and shoulders a few times. plucking a few paper towels from one of the boxes in the room, bonnie cleans off your legs for you and helps you tug your pants back up before spinning you around to press a hearty but gentle kiss to your lips.

“see you again at closing time?” he smirks, waggling his eyebrows.

“you really are insatiable, aren’t you?” you roll your eyes despite the grin on your face.

he laughs for a moment and lets you get back out there with one last kiss before your absence is noticed, making himself look presentable before doing the same.

maybe once you’re a little more used to his ruts, he can show you just how insatiable he really is.

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hey dear! i couldn't read your bio completely, idk y, but due to that i don't know if your currently taking requests or not :// if not, then simply igmore this! ^^ i wanted to request a another bonnie (fnaf) x gn/f!reader smut of any sort u'd like, i just totally loved the other ^^ so may u b takin request rn or not - i hope u'll have a delightful day and i love your writing :3

i'm 🍃 as all hell, i can't do this bestie, i'm frothing at the mouth,,,, 😔 i just want to see him completely desperate and begging for me 🥺🤲🏼 thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy!

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pairing: FNAF - human!sub!bonnie x gn!reader - dry humping scenario

warnings: nsfw, slight somnophilia, dry humping, ((dubcon touches??))

bonnie has always been quicker to show you what he needs through actions rather than words, and as endearing as it was, it did cause some problems every now and again - the main being disrupted sleep, like right now.

sigh- once again stirring awake because of the way your hopeless boyfriend frantically humped his cock into the curve of your ass, desperately vying for any sort of release he could get from your body. who were you to blame him though? you had been away on an awfully long trip and he could become such a needy little thing,,,, so you let him keep on going for a few minutes more.

arms were tightened almost suffocatingly around your waist as your precious bunny continued to jackhammer his hips up to meet yours. myriads of poorly concealed cries and desperate whines were panted into your ears by hot breath. sobs soon turning into hiccuping gasps when his cockhead would rub perfectly up into the fabric of his boxers, hips angling to catch that spot every time.

he was close and you could tell it.

oh so deliciously close to release, if he could keep going-

he had to reach his goal- he had to get his release. he would be a good boy for you- yes! he could be your good boy- he promises to be good-

he'll be so good if you let him cum- please just let him cum-

please-

"doing so good for me, bunny."

a startled cry left bonnie's lips, his back arching up suddenly into yours and hips stuttering before he barely registered something sticky splattering against his thigh, head still spinning with the sensations. feeling overwhelmed, bonnie buried his face into the crook of your neck, peppering your shoulder in small kisses between mumbles of apologies as he still rocked his hips up to meet yours in the aftershocks of his orgasm.

he hadn't meant to wake you up, he only wanted to be a little closer to you- he just missed you so much and wanted to indulge in your warmth and your scent and the feel of your body and things kinda,,,got a little out of hand...

bonnie's anxieties were easily quelled as you placed your hands over his arms around you, grip tightening once again with a gasp when you firmly roll your ass back against his sensitive cock. ever the good boy, he'll hold in a strained grunt as he shudderingly rolls back against you.

"a-again?" he whines out, both melting and tensing up all at the same time as, this time, you keep your hips pressed firmly back onto his.

"you can do it inside this time, if you want, bunny." you whispered back.

judging by the twitch of his cock, that certainly caught his attention.

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Coming out as a Bonnie yume idgaf (I do I’m lying I want him so bad)

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would some Fnaf 1 Bonnie x reader ok (big wet eyes)

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND

(The Bonnie in this picture is the suit and its AI)

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no cap just sol

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yandere! childe (genshin impact) x fem! reader

cw; (1.9k wc) darling wears glasses, obsessive + possessive themes, allusions to violence, implied non-con, nsfw themes, mdni 18+

genie's notes; commissioned piece by @lucienbarkbark who was an angel to work with! it's always fun to dive into fanfic so thank you for giving me the opportunity to do so; have fun reading! ♡

the snezhnayan winters are deathly cold, but even then, they are not nearly as chilling as your husband’s ire. 

rarely are you ever the object of his interrogation, but there are those inevitable few moments you’re reminded of how old habits really do die hard—you slip up, in spite of all your best efforts—and hell freezes over.

take, for instance, right now. 

because although his lips curl into something akin to a smile, you know childe far too well to believe this is anything but a deception, returned in favour of your own omissions.

the heat of the nearby fireplace’s flames lick at your feet and are, you recognise, the last remnants of warmth in the room. even the heavy fur coat draped over your shaking shoulders does little to protect you against childe’s blue eyes, cutting into you like shards of dark ice. 

“ajax,” you plead. “i’m—”

“a liar.” childe finishes for you; his voice is deceptively gentle, soft as a lull. it devastates you when he laughs. “you’re a liar, my love.”

he’s got all of your letters in his hands. already, you know you’ve lost. the envelopes have been ripped open and the codes deciphered. how stupid of you to believe you could make a fool of the eleventh harbinger.

the silence that follows; settles down into the space between the two of you, is long and languid. your husband is in no rush to speak, seemingly content in merely taking in the way you’re squirming before him. he is eager, yet impassive, in his appraisal. it’s not the reverent sort you’ve gotten so used to, for there are no sweet nothings whispered against your skin as he lets his eyes linger on the softest parts of you. 

tonight, his observation is more akin to an examination. an analysis, perhaps. like he’s looking for something—finds it, you realise with a sinking feeling, as his gaze snags on your hands, curled up by your sides, and marred by deep, black, ink.

damning markers of your disloyalty. 

instinctively, you let the sleeves of your coat fall past your wrists. it’s a futile attempt at delaying the inevitable, and it makes you feel like nothing more than a guilty little girl having been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. you can’t stand the silence anymore. you really need to just—

archons—

the hair on your skin stands on end when he finally deigns to meet your eyes. beneath the weight of his cold gaze, you think anything would be better than this. it’s difficult not to walk right into the fireplace; lie down amidst the welcoming warmth of the flames that burn so brightly.

“i tried to trust you, y’know? i let you send your family little letters, and i never opened any of them even when all i wanted,” he confesses, “was to tear those pretty envelopes apart. i’ll admit, i even thought about breaking a finger or two a couple of times, did you know that? nothing to post if you can’t write.”

he looks to you for an answer, and it’s all you can do to stare back. he shakes his head, then. “no, no. of course you don’t know. how could you? you thought you had me all figured out.”

you have to force yourself to speak, because the words don’t come easy when you’re on the verge of a meltdown. you don’t even recognise the strangled sound of your own voice. “i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry. please don’t hate me.”

“sweetheart,” he chides, fingers pulling the corners of his lips down into a melodramatic frown. “i could never hate you. i’m just, y’know, curious.” he lets his hand fall back to his side, pale mouth splitting into a sharp grin as he takes a step closer. “only wondering where i went wrong with you, that’s all.”

“nowhere. you didn’t.” your eyes are burning, though his are still crystal clear. lucid. sharp. he is immovable. you feel like the yielding force of weightless waters that split apart before a glacier’s path. “it’s all my fault.”

“i thought we put all this behind us. that you’d finally gotten it through your head.” he stalks closer, even steps far too measured to be casual. “imagine my surprise when i read these letters my wife begged me to let her send to her family and, ohh! would you look at that?”

“my little wife,” childe's voice falls completely flat, “thinks she can leave me.”

you cast a quick glance around your bedroom, scanning the space in your immediate vicinity for anything to hold onto. the vacant eyes of porcelain dolls and ornately carved figurines from your favourite novels all stare back at you emptily. a typewriter gathering dust by the windowsill. how it used to delight you at first, filling your monotonous days holed up within the walls of your husband’s prison by decorating it with pretty things.

they’re all useless to you now.

you wonder why childe chose not to cut off your fingers. he should have, you think. then you would never have ended up here. then maybe you would never have had any hope.

but you know the answer to your own question. after all, you’ve known him long enough to understand that childe finds great amusement in the way you still manage to carry that quiet hope within you.

oftentimes, he’ll catch you roaming the halls of this maze-like palace, attempting to mentally chart your way out. and every time he catches up to you, he’ll laugh, and press a kiss to your cheek, as if he knows exactly what you’re up to. as if it’s some sweet, private jest the two of you share.

“please, ajax.” you try again, “tsaritsa’s soul, i never meant to—”

“yeah, yeah. save it, love. there’ll be plenty of opportunities to beg for forgiveness later on.” you know it’s all for show when he pretends to think something over; nothing more than a performance when he suddenly snaps his fingers with an eager grin. “oh, that reminds me! i actually have something i needed to tell you.”

you watch as he thumbs through the stack of opened letters in his hands. you catch glimpses of your familiar scrawl; the desperation painfully obvious in your every etching onto the papers, begging your family to send a saviour, to reach out to the adventurer’s guild or the archons and send a cavalry to come knocking down the doors of the tsaritsa’s palace.

“you’ll love this one, sunshine.“i mean, well, you kinda have to. don’t have much of a choice, huh?”

all of it is a performance. from the ease with which he tosses the envelopes into the fire down to the very cadence of his voice as it takes on a familiar, sickeningly sweet lilt. you know this because you remain acutely aware of the fact that childe knew exactly what he was going to do with you the moment he finished reading those letters.

that doesn’t mean you’re ready for it.

“we’re going to liyue, lovely. i’m going to let you see your family again. i mean, isn’t that so much nicer than sending a letter? we’ll even catch the lantern rite whilst we’re there.” you sink deeper into your furs, stumbling away from him for every step he takes closer. “figured it’d be good for you.”

childe’s voice dips an octave lower, and the curl to his lips is a mockery of the usual smile that sits there just for you. “good for the baby, too.”

“tartaglia.” it’s impossible to see his face through the tears; everything in the room takes on the haze of a distant memory, and you wish, so desperately, that this moment would be over sooner. you could tuck it away within the recesses of your mind and never visit it again. let it be another lesson. “what baby?”

“your mother was overjoyed at the news.” he hums absently, “she said something about your haircut? mentioned already working extra hours to commission new baby clothes.”

your back hits a wall. and finally, with nowhere left to go and no saviour here to help you, childe takes his sweet time in catching up to you; and when he finally does, it’s all you can do to keep your neck painfully craned and looking up at him without falling to your knees.

“aren’t you excited, sweetheart?” he tilts his head, lifts a palm to cup your face. he’s smiling so earnestly, but his eyes are completely dull. you try searching for a sliver of the sunny man childe can sometimes be, and find, in place of the sunshine, the cold rays of light that hit shimmering snow and dissipate into nothing, instead. “finally, a family of our own making. it’ll be nice to go back to liyue, too.”

“i don’t understand.”

“it's simple, my love,” childe’s lithe fingers creep beneath the heavy fur coat you’re wearing. with deft hands, he slides it off your shoulders in one fluid motion. it falls onto the floor, dangerously close to the fireplace. a shiver rolls down your spine as you instinctively inch closer to your husband, seeking any semblance of warmth within the freezing halls of the palace. “it’s only tradition. it takes a village to raise a baby.” he laughs. “trust me, i know. my sisters were the sweetest little girls, but the boys have been a handful since birth. we’re going to need all the help we can get.”

“…ajax? i never—”

“i’m trying, y’know?” he takes off your glasses and presses a lingering kiss to your cheek. sighs against your skin as he folds up the frames and tucks them aside. “i’m trying very hard to be a good man for you, sweetheart.”

"listen to me, i—"

"you missed your family, sunlight. i get it, i’m a busy guy. i clearly wasn’t giving you as much attention as you needed. you obviously had too much free time on your hands. i figured if we had a family to tend to, that’d keep you busy. plus,” he grins. “i wouldn’t need to take your fingers! you’d never turn to anyone outside of zapolyarny. maybe, finally, you would also have something to love.”

you can barely breathe. “no, no i don't want—”

“you’ll learn to,” childe smiles. this time, finally, it reaches his eyes. “you’re going to adore our little one. trust me, sunlight; we’re going to be the only family you’ll ever need.”

you search his face for something, anything—and your heart breaks at the sight. you turn to the side, can’t even bear to face the man before you for a second longer, when all you find is a terrifying absence of anything but the deepest depths of conviction.

in the distance, as childe works to shed your body of all these elaborate furs between flittering kisses, you can already hear the sound of fireworks. when he sinks into you; a baby’s wailing cry.

the fire crackles cruelly, as your letters of desperation turn to ash, going unanswered for eternity right before your eyes.

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Yandere!husband × wife!reader

You already know he would do anything and everything for you. So when you woke up in the hospital bed, Yandere!husband was already crying.

Hold on who is he? You look around, confused, slowly sitting upright. Then you see a man crying near you. He must be a family member or something.

He looks at you, and the moment he feels that you don't recognize him, his heart drops.

"Honey? Are you okay? It's me, your husband."

Hold on husband??? Since when? Your head starts to hurt again, but before all that... You got into a car accident. You were driving back from the grocery store when a drunk driver hit you.

At least, that's what they told you. But heck, having amnesia hurts a lot.

Every day since you regained consciousness, your so-called "husband" brings you flowers and food, staying by your side until the day of your release.

"So, if you're my husband, where did we meet? How did our love story begin?"

"Of course I'll tell you anything you want to know, anything for you, honey."

He talks about your relationship while driving you home. Once you arrive, you see proof of your marriage blossoming in every corner of the house you supposedly share pictures of the two of you, from your engagement to your second anniversary. You can't believe it... You got married so young.

But don’t worry a silly thought in your head its a reminder that your husband loves you very much. He provides for you, and might I say, he pleasures you. In fact, he's so addicted to you.

While you and your "real" husband were driving home from the grocery store oh, silly! It's nothing he just crashed into you both. And well...

He's the one who drove the truck.

He disposed of your husband’s body, got rid of your friends, redecorated your house, and convinced the doctors and nurses that he was your husband. Don’t worry about anything. He has connections for everything and anything.

So don’t move an inch. Because he will provide.

He knew from the start you were his wife.

But don’t worry, baby.

You won’t remember a thing if I keep fucking you this good.

Heck, you can’t even remember your name when I make you orgasm.

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I really love this trope so bad i need more people to write about this 😭😭😭

Again i hope you guys like this one heheuwhwuwheh

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omg omg loving sex w kylar after he gets jealous seeing you talk to someone else and you remind him youre not going anywhere youre all his <333

oopsies sorry this took so so long nonnie!! i am wading my way through so many good asks lately hehe i vow to finish them all soon!!

tw: gen! reader (no specific genitals mentioned), m! kylar, pregnancy talk, breeding kink, make up smut, mention of starting a family with kylar...

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"Kylar?"

Your hand trails down his cheek, fingers tracing against acne-scarred flesh as your thighs wrap around his bony mid-section.

Even as you touch him so lovingly - with so much reverence that he has to bite back a jaw-straining smile - Kylar refuses to forget what you pulled today. You pause, surprised that your boyfriend isn't instantaneously melting in your hands. Eyes squinted in confusion instead of your previous sultry expression, you pull back to meet your boyfriend face to face.

Kylar's lips rest in a heavy pout, brows creased with ire as his eyes stare back at your own half-closed ones. He huffs, loudly, obviously upset with you over something or someone you interacted with today. His pout doesn't falter, not even as you fight back a giggle - subsequently, as Kylar continues to uphold his seething - you burst out into a scene of hideously contagious laughter.

You wheeze, falling backward onto the headboard of Kylar's bed as he mumbles, turning his head away to stare at the wall to the left of you.

"Don't be like that, baby!"

Your hands quickly redirect Kylar, quickly pressing a laugh-sweetened kiss against his sour ones. "If I did something, you should tell me instead of just getting upset, okay?" Despite the seriousness of your question, you don't stop pressing quick pecks against his lips. Kylar's pout falters for only a second; and that's when you know you have him.

"Who's bed am I in right now, hmm?"

Kylar's face flushes heavy and his pout quickly morphs into a shy smile. His breath hitches, eagerly tugging you back into his lap. "M-Mine," He breathes out shakily, always so eager to respond to you. "Y-You're in my bed."

"Mhm," you murmur lowly, pressing a much firmer kiss to Kylar's lips to show your appreciation at his obedient answer. "I'm in Kylar's bed right now," You smile against his skin as Kylar laves at your own, tasting you rather than kissing. He's desperate for you, so appreciative of your cooed out affirmations of his position as your lover.

"So Kylar shouldn't get jealous over people who don't matter—"

Kylar quickly pulls back, gripping at your shoulders with a concerning intensity.

"But—"

"Nooo," You tease, unphased by the jealousy behind his eyes - the same jealousy that has him pulling knives on people - continuing your loving carresses despite the concerning situation. "I'm your's - and if you're so jealous—"

"'m not jealous—"

"—maybe you should make everyone know I'm your spouse, hmm?"

"M-My spouse," Kylar shudders, his grip loosening as his gaze morphs from jealousy into pure, unadulterated lust. "Y-Yeah," He groans, face falling into your neck, lapping and biting at the tender flesh on your collarbones. "My spouse..." He talks to himself more than to you, too busy marking your skin with an artwork of purple, splotched hickeys.

"We'll get married and have so many babies," You whisper, purposefully riling him up with the mention of starting a family, something that Kylar rambles about daily - something that he'd do anything for.

"Y-Yeah, I-I'll give you as many as y-you want," Kylar shivers, quickly pulling your underwear to the side to prod at your entrance with his fingers. You whine at the cold touch and Kylar presses an apologetic kiss to the side of your throat, sucking at the skin as he does so.

"Two sounds nice."

Kylar pulls back, smiling so wide at you that your own expression morphs into one that mirrors his. You gasp, back arching as Kylar's fingers slip inside of you. He doesn't break eye contact, committing your face to memory as you quiver just from his fingers.

"M-Maybe we'll even end up with m-more than just two!"

You squeak as Kylar's arousal presses hot and heavy against your bare thighs, twitching in excitement at the prospect of breeding you and having so many babies with you—

"Ah— You'll j-just have to be thorough, won't you?"

Kylar nods eagerly, pulling down his briefs to press his cock against your entrance, dragging it along the sensitive skin, relishing the twitching heat beneath him. He giggles as you arch your back further, aching to feel him inside you.

"I promise. I'll fuck you so good that— that you'll have no choice but to get pregnant a-and be mine forever— Y-yeah, I promise, m-my love."

You know for a fact that Kylar would never break a promise to you - especially not a promise as special as this one.

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Warm Revenge - transfem!Kylar/f!PC

18+, content warnings: dub-con, dacryphilia, revenge sex, cockwarming 911 words

When you had asked her if she wanted to play a game, she’d eagerly agreed. She hadn’t asked a single question as you tied the rope around her wrists and ankles and anchored her to the posts. Her frail wrists thrash against the restraints that tether her to the disheveled vintage bed as feeble words plead for your compassion.

“P-please, my love! W-what has gotten into you?!” Her helpless begging only adds to the moistness growing between your thighs. Black mary-janes confidently saunter over to the mattress as you sit just out of her reach. A hand comes to rest on her shaking knee, drawing teasing circles there as she trembles under your touch. 

“Nothing’s gotten into me...” your hand drags up her thigh at an aching pace until it comes to rest on her throbbing bulge. “Yet.”

She shudders at your words, her lithe body thrashing against the confines of the rope. You giggle softly at her struggle. Something about the way her budding chest heaves up and down aggressively while she begs for your mercy is so arousing. Perky brown nipples stand at attention. Her green eyes are wide with a primal mixture of arousal and fear, long lashes fluttering while your hand delicately kneads the swell under her olive colored panties. 

“N-no more t-teasing! I can’t!” She whines, hips bucking under your touch. The posts of the wooden frame shake loudly as her delicate ankles pull on the rope. Your face curves into a wicked smile, a soft coo leaving your lips. 

“Ohhh… That’s okay, Kylar… I’m done now.” your tone is subdued and calm, swinging your leg over her lap and coming to a straddle. Kylar winces, her face twisting as if she’s in pain. You hook your fingers into the waistband of her olive colored panties, slowly sliding them down her pale thighs just enough to free her pulsating erection. Your breath hitches, thumb sliding over her leaking tip. She whines loudly, tears welling up in her wide emerald eyes. Bringing your hand to her cheek, you wipe away a fallen tear with your thumb. Your free hand takes hold of her cock, guiding it to your wet heat. As the swollen tip sinks into your tight entrance, Kylar lets out a choked whimper. You sink further down, a needy moan exiting your mouth while your tight walls squeeze her length. 

You remain completely still, your insides tightening around her. Teasing hands trail up her stomach, fingers running tauntingly slow over her hardening nipples. Her breaths are shaky, pupils dilated, tears sitting right on the edge of falling. She looks not too dissimilar to the way she did only weeks earlier, when you were the one tied up in her basement. It’s payback, really. Sexy, satisfying payback. 

Your walls squeeze her drooling length, hands coming down to steady yourself by digging your fingers into her small hips. Kylar cries softly, tears finally spilling over while her hands violently dig against her restraints. 

“P-please! I need you!” She sobs, fingernails digging into her palms, head thrashing. Her hips shake beneath you, desperately seeking a little friction. You try your best to keep a calm face, trying to hide the satisfaction you feel at seeing her reduced into a crying, whimpering mess. Leaning down until you’re just inches from her face, which elicits a soft gasp from her. Your breath fans gently over her face.

“You were so brave when you kidnapped me and tied me up in your basement, Kylar… Where’s all that bravery now? Hmm?” your lilted voice taunts her gently. Her hips buck involuntarily, seeking mercy. Velvety walls tighten around her weeping cock while tears blaze down her red cheeks. Her slender back arches off the unkempt bed, wrists growing burnt from the tightening rope. Your walls milk her sensitive length, forcing a whine from her trembling lips.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, my love! I-I’ll do anything! Please!” Kylar croons desperately, tears dribbling down her chin. Your expression softens at her apology, leaning in to press a tender kiss to her forehead. 

“Shhhh, I forgive you, baby. I forgive you.” Your lips brush her ear as you hum softly, “I could never stay angry with you…” Your hands come to rest on her frail chest, eager fingers tweaking her nipples as you lift your hips gently, dropping them back down when a sharp cry leaves her mouth. Suddenly you move in a frantic rhythm, grinding down on her drooling tip. The force of your movements makes Kylar start crying, her blubbering mixing with increasingly loud moans. Her sobs grow louder with each thrust inside you, her hips bucking wildly. Each grinding movement downwards is met with a sharp thrust upwards, like she wants to crawl inside of you. 

“I..I c-cant…I’m…I’m gonna…” Kylar keens faintly. Her admission draws a whimper out of you as you sink down onto her dick again, your dripping walls compressing around her one final time as she thrusts to completion. You sigh in satisfaction, reveling in the feeling of her cum seeping out of you as you pull off of her, laying down beside her bound body. Your hand comes to rest on her cheek, wiping away the remaining tears. Gentle kisses trail up and down her face before you sit up, undoing the ropes and kissing the irritated joints beneath. Hopefully she’ll remember this the next time she wants to try kidnapping you, you smile to yourself.

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how to kiss - a tutorial

written for the wonderful @dellphie!! sorry this took so long ////

m! kylar x gen! reader, straight up fluff ^^

summary: ever since you first kissed kylar, he's only gotten worse at it. you're sick of him being a horrible kisser. so you decide to teach him how.

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"Ow!"

Kylar's kissing ability was appalling.

Either too much tongue, teeth or lip - never the perfect amount of each. It—no— he was taking a toll on your mouth, and it was beginning to show; puffy lips, constantly reddened from overuse, and ugh - Kylar somehow managed to suck all of the moisture out of them, too.

And of course, he was passionate, overbearingly so.

"J-Just let me try again! I'll do it g-good this time!"

You playfully scowl at Kylar, huffing while slathering a heavy layer of chapstick on your lips. You massage the chapstick between your lips, pressing them into a thin line while you stare, blank-faced at Kylar. He pouts back at you, pleading with those horribly persuasive, constant puppy-dog-eyes. They crinkle at the edges from the remnants of a smile, and the coniving little mouse doesn't even try to hide it. Still glistening with your saliva, Kylar's faux pout falters and morphs into a cheeky smile - a smile rarely seen by anyone but yourself. He guides your hand holding the chapstick away from your face, slotting his lips just above your own, close enough that you can feel his breath against the tingling, reddened flesh.

"Pleaaase?"

He never does it good any time.

"Fine—"

Before you can say anything else, Kylar's lips are mashed against your own. His tongue dipping in and out of your mouth in an uncoordinated, sloppy fashion. You splutter against him, pulling away and shoving him backward—away from your face. Kylar whines, leaning forward to recover the loss but you tut at him, placing a palm against the bottom half of his face.

Kylar's hands instinctively reach upward to pull your hand from his face, but they abruptly stop mid-air as he gauges your expression.

You aren't happy with him. You dropped your chapstick as soon as Kylar's teeth clacked against your own. Now, the chapstick has rolled across the room, far out of reach.

Kylar, muffled by your palm, voices his concerns.

"What?"

You glower at him, clearly annoyed.

"We kiss on my terms this time, okay?" You wipe the remnants of Kylar's tongue from your chin, face scrunching up as gossamer strings form between the back of your palm and lips. "I'll teach you the right way to kiss so I don't have to use this crap constantly." You say, pointing at the chapstick rollibg across the floor. He relaxes against your palm, eyes crinkling in a wordless smile. You can see his thought process; and before Kylar can begin licking at your palm you snatch it away with a disgusted scowl. "Don't be gross."

"...Now, sit still."

Kylar breathes shakily, leaning back and sitting motionlessly, hands firmly gripping the duvet on his single-sized mattress. Dark, split-end hair splays over his face, messy and still slightly damp from the bath you had coaxed him into taking earlier. His lips are just as swollen as your own, tinged red from his overzealous kissing. He shakily smiles at you. You return it with just as much earnest.

"Okay, so..." You trail off, cupping Kylar's cheek with one hand and holding his waist firmly with the other. "Hand positioning is very important." Kylar audibly shudders at your touch, a choked, embarrassed sound slipping from his lips even though the two of you have been together for so long. Long enough that Kylar shouldn't still blush and stutter when ever you look his way, but time doesn't stop his shyness. It probably never will.

"See? Doesn't it feel nice?"

Kylar nods, swallowing hard and tilting his head to fall deeper into your warm palm. The blackout curtains in Kylar's room leave no hints of natural light in the room. The artificial light of the six monitors on the opposite side of the room reflects his frightened eyes, the green flecks within them becoming more noticable than ever. You stare impulsively, committing them to memory as Kylar blushes a deep red, lips parted slightly as he gapes at you in shock.

Your lips break out into an affectionate, patient smile, waiting calmly until Kylar's rigid posture and shocked expression melts into comfort.

"Now do it to me."

Kylar shakily places his hands on your waist, his fingers digging into the plush flesh curiously. You can tell he's impatient. He's so close to you. So close. And all he can do is place his hands on your waist—which is nice—but he wants to feel you under your clothes, wants to touch the places that make you squirm and writhe against him and kiss you like he's supposed to—

"Kylar?" You ask, cutely tilting your head at him when you notice the far-off look in his eyes. "Your hands are really stiff, you have to loosen up! It'll feel better, promise!"

"O-Okay," He says, averting his eyes, trying his best to relax. You are his future spouse, after all. It's fine. He'll teach you things too, eventually. "I-Is this better?" He asks, hands still slightly twitching against you. His shoulders rest low now, rather than sitting high up like a scared cat's back. You smile, tracing a thumb across Kylar's cheek.

"It's better. We can move on now."

You lean forward and press a soft kiss to the corner of Kylar's lips. He sighs impatiently, lips morphing into an honest pout.

"Foreplay is very important, Kylar."

Your once still hands begin petting Kylar. He melts against you, whining loudly, unashamed of each wailed sound. A slur of begging and pleading follows, along with a noticable bulge forming behind his crossed legs. You continue your ministrations, smiling through each peck you place everywhere but his lips.

Foreplay? He thought that was only a sex thing— has he been doing this wrong the whole time? If anything, this is more teasing than foreplay. It's horrible. "W-What are you d-doing, my love?" Kylar fusses against each kiss, squirming against each soft pet you place. "Y-You're teasing me, a-and—"

"Foreplay can be words, or touches, anything that isn't kissing, Kylar."

Kylar doesn't like it. This 'foreplay'. It feels like an extension of teasing. Something cruel that you've decided to make up because you don't like his kisses.

"You're perfect, Kylar... So good to me and I'm so lucky to have you."

"H-Huh? N-No, y-you're the perfect one a-and—"

You giggle softly at his stuttering, continually mumbling praises until Kylar is fighting his most primal urges to not kiss you back.

"P-Please!"

"Shh, I haven't even showed you how to kiss yet!"

Kylar doesn't think he'll survive.

"When you kiss, you have to be passionate - you don't have to worry about that part though," Kylar beams at you, a heavy blush still starkly coating his cheeks.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Yeah, but there's other parts to kissing too."

You take your hands off of Kylar, waving them around for emphasis.

"You have to be gradual with it - you can't just shove your tongue into my mouth unannounced! And you can't just bite me out of nowhere, either!"

"O-Oh..."

"Here, I'll show you."

You carefully tilt your head until your lips slot against Kylar's. They buzz from the contact, still sensitive from Kylar's past assault. Lips melting together like butter on a hot plate, bonded together until they would eventually solidify. You could taste the overwhelming sweetness of an off-brand energy drink on his tongue and lips, sweet and lemony sour. You smile into the kiss, tongue hesitantly parting Kylar's lips for entry. You're patient. Gentle. Loving.

Kylar sighs into the kiss, lazily kissing back, careful not to intrude on your demonstration. He wants to be eager. Wants to swallow your saliva and push his own into your mouth. But he doesn't.

You quickly nip Kylar's bottom lip when you pull away, cheekily smiling as he gapes at you, pressing two fingers to the graze. His face breaks out into a smile, eyes crinkling in delight as you unknowingly stake your claim on him.

Kylar stares at you, pleading. Yearning.

"Can I— Can I please k-kiss you now?"

"Okay... But remember what I taught you—"

You pause, looking at Kylar expectantly before you continue.

"—Slowly, okay?"

Kylar nods, eager to show you what he's learnt.

He falls forward into your lap, one hand cupped around the plump of your cheek, the other holding your waist. Just like you showed him. While his grip is a little tighter than it should be, it's nice. A soothing, grounding sort of feeling you'd never get from anyone else. A stark change from Kylar's usual needy tugging and snatching. His lips lazily drag across your face, leaving a snail-trail of saliva wherever his tongue traces. You squeak at the feeling, flinching back as Kylar quite literally licks your face. He hums softly, continuing his version of 'foreplay' until your squirming and whining from the grossness of it all.

He is slow. And he's doing everything but assaulting your lips, so you can't be upset with him. Kylar briefly meets your eyes. You can feel the longing within them. But it's gone quickly. Fleeting fast enough that you barely even see it. He leans close to the corner of your jaw, puffing warm air against the sensitive hairs on your neck. They tingle with each breath, goosebumps forming in anticipation.

"L-Love you so much," He mumbles hot against the shell of your ear. "So much." He pauses, pressing a soft peck just behind your ear before continuing his loving rambles, travelling down to your upper chest. "I-I won't— I won't let anyone else ever touch you l-like this," Kylar peers up at you from under your chin, green eyes being the only visible feature of his face.

"I-It's reserved for me, o-okay?"

You weakly nod, leaning into each peck he presses against your collarbones, reaching a hand to pet and scritch at the crown of his head as he kisses your body.

He quickly ends the foreplay just as soon, eager to taste your lips again.

"Only me," He mutters, slotting his lips against your own, pressing your bodies as close together as possible. The chapped texture of Kylar's lips is completely overshadowed by the gentle, fleeting presses placed against your moisturised lips. Each exhale through his nose is felt against your cupid's bow. His hands timidly pet at your body, trying to recreate a far-cry copy of what you did to him. He parts from you for a moment. "You taste so good, m-my love."

You giggle, slotting your lips back against his own, parting them just enough for Kylar to realise that you're giving him permission. He immediately thrusts his tongue into your mouth, exploring and licking at the pink flesh of your gums. He obnoxiously swallows as you squeak in surprise at the sudden entry. A muffled whine of his name slips out amidst the struggle, but Kylar, too engrossed in the delectable taste of your mouth, doesn't even flinch.

His kissing ability is far from perfect.

A bit gross, even.

But it's fine.

You're sure Kylar won't argue against you offering any further kissing lessons.

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Thirsty - transfem!Kylar/f!PC

18+, content warnings and tags: established relationship, jealousy, possessive behavior, angry sex, semi-public sex, breeding kink, creampie 1875 words ("we love jealous kylar!" everyone chants in unison)

Seagulls swooped down past your towel, pecking at the bugs hidden beneath the sand. Your girlfriend lay beside you, legs curled up to her chest as she drew the scene in her sketchbook. It’d taken some convincing to get her to come out to the beach; she was a creature of habit - didn’t take to new scenery too kindly. Leaning your head on her bony shoulder, you took in the intricate drawing. Kylar really was talented, every detail from the curve of its beak to the movement of its feathers - she captured the bird in stunning detail.

“So lovely…” You reached up to ruffle her hair, Kylar’s nose scrunching affectionately. 

“You’re lovely.” She set her sketchbook off to the side and turned to you, booping your nose with the tip of her finger before quickly blushing and looking back to the waves. Toes curled in the sand, your head lulled back - the sun rays warming your cheeks. Waves crashed upon each other, the soft white noise soothing your senses. The repetitive sounds of the water snapped your attention to the growing dryness in your throat. 

“I’m thirsty…” Pulling your sunglasses down over your eyes, you searched the beach bag next to you for a water bottle, but there wasn’t any. Your gaze darted around the beach, landing on Robin’s lemonade stand positioned further up the shore. Kylar followed your gaze, brows furrowing and upper lip curling with distaste before you even vocalized your idea.

“I didn’t bring any money.” She said, her tone laced with irritation. 

“That’s okay!” Pushing yourself up, you grabbed ahold of your girlfriend’s hand. “I did!” Kylar groaned, mustering a string of protests as she dragged her feet through the sand while you pulled her towards Robin’s stand. Your chipper attitude did very little to ease her growing agitation, a frown growing across her sunburnt cheeks with every step you took. Quickly approaching the stand, Robin greeted the two of you with a bright, cheerful smile. 

“Hey! It’s so nice to see you both,” She looked between the two of you, Kylar refusing to meet her gaze. “Do you guys want some lemonade?” Your girlfriend muttered something under her breath, prompting your elbow to dig into her side. Crossing her arms, she kicked idly at the sand as you conversed with Robin. 

“Definitely! It’s a scorcher today, isn’t it?” Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a £5 note and handed it over to your friend. “Two cups, please. Keep the change.” Kylar stood beside you, glaring daggers at Robin and gritting her teeth. 

“Thanks!” She beamed. “I don’t see you here often, Kylar. How are you liking the beach?” The auburn haired girl asked, grabbing two plastic cups from her stack. Your girlfriend pulled a face of complete disgust, like Robin had asked her something wildly invasive. Clearing your throat, a blush rose to your cheeks. Honestly, you’re not sure what you expected. An apologetic smile painted across your cheeks, Kylar mumbled an irritated response through her teeth. It was barely audible at all with the surrounding noises of the crowded beach. The moment Robin slid over the two cups, Kylar grabbed both of them and darted in the opposite direction. Your friend shot you a concerned glance as you apologized for your girlfriend and trailed after her, nearly tripping in the sand as you tried to keep up with her pace. 

Kylar stomped right past the towel you’d been residing on, repeatedly looking over her shoulder to ensure you were still following. Making a b-line straight to the changing rooms, she pushed open the curtain, nearly spilling one of the cups of lemonade as she held it open for you. Without another word, she looked you in the eyes and dumped both cups of liquid on the ground. 

“Hey!” You whined. There goes five pounds… Kylar lunged towards you, knocking you down onto the sandy ground of the changing stall. Landing with a loud ‘oof’, it took you several seconds to regain your composure, immediately pushing at her. “What’s gotten into you? Knock it off!” She growled in response, pulling at the string behind your neck that kept your bikini top tied on. The flimsy garment flopped down, exposing your breasts and forcing a yelp from your throat. Trying to cover yourself, Kylar grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head. 

“I don’t know what she has that I don’t,” She shook her head, eyes the size of Jupiter. Her voice was growing increasingly erratic. Oh Lord, here she goes. “You know I can love you so much more than she can!” You groaned, pushing against Kylar’s grip. For such a small girl, she really had a knack for keeping you restrained. 

“Kylar, we’ve been through this! You know Robin is my frie-”

“Your friend,” The word exited her mouth like it was venomous. “I-I know - you’ve said that… But y-you don’t need friends, my love! I-I’m your friend!” She nodded, smiling maniacally down at you, her hands tightening their bond around you. One hand kept its grip around your wrists, the other reaching down to remove the last piece of your bathing suit. You kicked your legs, growing increasingly annoyed at your unhinged girlfriend’s antics. This only made her shove a knee into your crotch, grinding it there while she stared directly into your soul. 

“Stop acting like this!” Your plea came out more like a whine, her knee hitting just the right spot between your legs. “K-Kylar!” A wide smile crossed her cheeks. 

“D-don’t fight it, you just n-need to be reminded of our love!” Free hand kneading at your breast, she used an eager intensity that bordered on being painful. A small whimper escaped your throat, and Kylar leaned down to pepper kisses all along your exposed skin. Kissing quickly transformed into biting, then sucking - as she left a trail of hickies in her wake. Your resolve was quickly weakening, because quite honestly, it always kind of turned you on when she got like this. Maybe part of you had known this would happen. Grinding down against her leg, Kylar hummed softly into your skin. 

“M-my love…” She cooed, finally releasing your wrists so she could cup your face in her hands. “R-Robin could never make you feel like this, y-you know that, d-don't you?” Kylar bucked against your thigh, and you could feel her erection growing underneath her swimsuit. A nod fell from your shoulders, making the crazed girl whimper in happiness - more sloppy kisses painted down the side of your neck. Kylar humped against your thigh like a dog in heat, whining possessive remarks of love in your ear. Reaching up, you tugged at the strap of her one piece - which she removed in record time. 

“Fucking… stupid…” Kylar whined under her breath, grabbing ahold of her cock to align it with your entrance. Despite getting increasingly more aroused, she wasn’t really calming down about the whole Robin ordeal. “Dumb whore. wants to steal our love…” You could hardly make out anything she was saying, but you also didn’t care - more focused on the tip of her cock suddenly sliding into you. Her lips trailed down your body, dark marks being littered over your collarbones, your chest, your jaw - anywhere she could reach. She had one goal only: making sure that fucking slut knew you were taken.

“Kylar!” You moaned as she thrusted all the way in, burying herself inside you until her hips were pressed flush against yours. Cupping her palm against your face, she stared into your eyes with the fire of a thousand suns, stilling her movements.  Hips bucking up into her, a whine escaped your chest - nails digging into her upper back as you silently begged for her to continue. 

“Gotta...” she whimpered softly between words, “G-gotta make sure she knows…” Her hand on your face squeezed slightly, a maniacal smile spreading across her cheeks. Your girlfriend always did have a hard time moving on. It didn’t matter that her cock was buried inside you, because you were probably going to go home tonight and hang out with that goddamn bitch, playing her stupid fucking video games and laughing over your stupid fucking inside jokes. The thought made her thrust into you forcefully, a gasp shooting from your throat. Brows knitting together, she adopted a brutal pace - her gaze boring straight through you as you whined and whimpered helplessly. 

“Y-you’re mine,” She whispered, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small changing tent. “You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine-” Her words blended together frantically, punctuated by small grunts and whimpers as her cock spasmed inside you. Your nails were almost certainly leaving deep scratches on the surface of her skin, each thrust causing you to dig in like a feral cat. Jesus, she’s fucking relentless. Reaching down between your sweaty bodies, she rubbed rough, quick circles over your clit as she continued pounding into your drenched cunt. Small pleas continued to pour from your throat, though you weren’t entirely sure you even meant it. This was one of the things you loved about your girlfriend. 

“M-make sure it stays in, gonna make sure you’re all full…” She whispered in that characteristically deranged tone as her movements stuttered, thin chest heaving while she grew closer to her peak. “Can't… c-can’t leave me once I get you pregnant…” Of course, you never planned on leaving her - but in Kylar’s mind, it was a certain fate. You would leave her for that brainless bitch, Robin, unless she got you good and knocked up. Fast. Hands moving up to grasp your hips, Kylar held you firmly in place as her seed spilled into you, the warmth filling your core. 

“W-want that… that piece of shit… to see my.. m-my cum dripping out of you…” She whispered, peppering more kisses up your neck as she stayed inside you, her softening cock keeping her jizz firmly locked inside. You didn’t bother defending your friend throughout any of this, it only would’ve spurred her on, anyways. After several minutes of smooches and whispered affections, Kylar finally pulled out of you. Two fingers reached down and smeared the leaking cum down your inner thighs, ensuring it would be visible to anyone who looked. 

“S-she’ll see. She’ll see, y-you’re all mine. Not hers, never hers, right?” She stuttered psychotically, slipping her swimsuit back over her lithe shoulders. Her stare would’ve made you uneasy if you didn’t find her delusional tendencies so endearing. 

“Yes, baby. All yours…” You sighed softly, tying your string bikini back onto your body. Though you couldn’t see it for yourself, you knew you were completely covered with the evidence of Kylar’s jealousy. Hickies covered every inch of your upper body, her seed marking your thighs, your hair disheveled and littered with sand. Kylar looked you up and down with a crazed grin, nodding in satisfaction. You’d become a canvas, her possession painted all over your body’s surface. What a beach day this had become…

“I’m thirsty. Let’s go get more lemonade now.” Kylar’s tone was chipper and confident, her green eyes raking over her handiwork. Next time you’d choose a more private date destination, ideally without any friendly run-ins.

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I wonder what gaming with Kylar is like. I imagine him being a godsend in games that require cooperation (the type to grind ressources in Minecraft all day til 3 am so that you have everything you need the next time you play). However, he's terrible to play against in competitive games (lets you win everytime).

yes. you ask kylar to go to the mines because it's scarryyyy!! (its not. you just want to build instead of mining and getting shot by skeletons) and get you some iron and he comes back with two sets of fully enchanted netherite armor, stacks upon stacks of iron, diamonds, and gold. you'll happily accept them, asking him how he's so amazing at minecraft?? he uses xray hacks lmao

comp fighter games are stupidly easy UNLESS you add the stakes of you stripping an item of clothing every time he beats you. then he wipes the floor with you and has you sitting pretty in his lap as he giggles. you'll be horrified! how did he get so good in such a short amount of time??? he's always been good, he just wants you to feel like a borderline pro in every game you play together.

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Kykian in dol real omg..

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[CHAPTER UPDATE]

Girlfriend-For-Hire ⭑˚🦋⭑ 𝟹𝟺

yandere!ocs x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Hoping to try something new and earn a bit of money on the side, you join an app that lets people hire you for your dating services. The idea is pretty straightforward — you pose as the client's girlfriend for a brief period of time, and in turn, you receive payment. But you didn't foresee everyone getting so attached to you, and suddenly, they're no longer satisfied with a fabricated relationship.

This is a yandere story, so don't read it if that makes you uncomfortable!

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༻story updated: april 27th, 2025༺

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࣪ ִֶָ☾. yandere prince adores his personal maid.

he doesn't even bother hiding his favouritism. the contrast in tone when he talks to you vs anyone else is huge.

"oh, you think that suit looks better than this suit? of course, my sweet! whatever you say ♡."

"my sweet, i'd hate to be a bother, but could you run some errands for me? i know, i'm horrible!"

he'd coo and coddle you, as if you were a favoured child. trailing his silky soft fingers across your cheeks when you pleased him, though it wasn't very hard since he is absolutely enamored with you. then, some random servant would walk in, and it was like a switch was flipped.

"can't you see i'm busy? go away!"

"you're utterly useless! you know i can have your head on a silver platter, right?"

it was slightly off-putting.. you remembered the first time you were introduced as his personal maid, his eyes having lit up like a christmas tree. you didn't really know why he liked you so much, but it's better than being threatened with death for serving his tea in the wrong cup. you do try your best to appeal to all of his 'demands' (which are just suggestions at this point), because you have to remember your place.

which is by his side. forever.

"you'd never leave me, would you, my sweet?"

"never, my prince."

"good."