#k.noncon

[bloodpenned]

thinking about bullboy kylar again... but kind of like the docile ones you have on alex's farm?? they are cute man...

cw: implied past abuse, implied noncon.

You'd taken pity on the bullboy when you first saw him being sold, mature but still small, quivering like a leaf. Poor thing. You didn't want to imagine what he'd been through. No one else had any interest in him. With his size and nervous disposition, he'd likely not produce as much milk as a bull otherwise would. You couldn't stand the thought of another buyer taking him for a low price and treating him badly once again.

So, you're the one who takes him home.

He acts as you expected. Stays as far away from the rest of your cattle as possible, jumps at every noise and is overall restless. The instinctual responses he has as prey have been fuelled beyond belief through past experience. It's impossible to get close enough to touch him, much less milk him, without him freezing up. You start off small. At first, you don't approach him at all, simply letting him observe as you interact with a couple of your cowgirls and allowing him to get used to your presence. From time to time, you give your cattle watermelon when they've been good. Instead of letting him take it out of your hand however, for obvious reasons, you put it down on the ground near him. When you turn your back, you hear him chew and smile.

When you get there one day and he's moved from his usual corner, instead crawling around, you're delighted! He's staring at you almost all the time now. You're sure he isn't doing it on purpose, but his eyes on while you're milking another bull by hand is almost... Embarrassing. It feels a lot more lewd all of a sudden. None of the others pay much attention to you while you're collecting, simply munching grass until you beckon them over. Then, finally, a couple of days later, he actually comes up to you when you enter the field. Shuffling closer and closer while you stand still, until he sniffs at your hand and bumps his head against your thigh. Stares up at you with big, pretty green eyes. You don't really think before reaching out to pet his head, and while he flinches upon impact, he moos softly when you scratch the skin around his horns.

You get to milk him soon after. He approaches you after you're done with all the others, legs trembling. You barely need to touch him before he's filling up the bucket. There's so much of it! All this time, the poor thing must've been so pent up. You coo at him that he did so well for his first time, and his ears perk up at your soft tone of voice. Sniffling and tail flicking, he starts to thrust into your hand instead of you doing the work for him. His tongue peeks out of his mouth as he soon cums again with a moo. A dazed smile spreads on his face as you praise him more after. You count yourself lucky. Sure, it took time and effort, but he's producing way more than you could've expected out of such a small body!

He warms up to you very quickly after that. The first at your side when you enter, the last by the fence when you leave. Constantly nuzzling his head against you and pleading for attention. You can't say he hasn't become your favourite. He's always so happy to see you, it's adorable! Unlike the rest of your cattle, he even likes to wrap his tail around your wrist. By now, you've even named him: Kylar. When you feed him watermelon now, he insists on sucking the juices from your fingers after, nudging against the back of your hand until you let him. His tongue is thicker than a normal human's. You can milk him a couple of times in a row, though you have to be careful he doesn't try to get it on you rather than in the bucket. He managed to one time, and had the gall to look proud after.

When it's already too late, you realise he's gotten too attached to you.

At no point had you expected him to grow fully docile like the others. You figured he'd always be quick to scare. But it's gotten to the point where the only time he relaxes is when you're in his direct line of sight, pacing around in the enclosure otherwise. While you make your way to the exit, he tries his best to get you to stay longer. He's never hurt you and by no means are you afraid of him. Kylar just gets in front of your feet or cries so pitifully it gets you to stay a minute longer. No matter how long you stay, he's always clawing at the fence when you leave. Compared to the rest, he's also become a lot... Needier, when it comes to milking. He gets hard so often you have the suspicion that it's the sight of you that arouses him, rather than the prospect of relief alone.

Most noticeably though, Kylar doesn't like it when you milk any of the others anymore. Staring turned into glaring and, at this point, he only allows it to happen as long as he can lay his head down in your lap, staking his claim on you. His behaviour is starting to impact the entire group. They all become more on edge, giving you less milk and steering clear from the bullboy whenever possible. It all culminates in an incident where Kylar headbutts a cowgirl you were milking. All because she kept rubbing her head against your arm. You can't possibly keep him with all the others, it'd be better for everyone involved to keep him separate.

Kylar is delighted when you get him a little patch away from the others. Now, he no longer has to worry about all those who were clearly also competing for your affection! You'd picked him above all the others... Fighting had turned out to be the right choice after all! He'd shown how good he's at protecting you, and you'd chosen him. Don't be surprised he'll tackle you the next time you stop by, busy rubbing himself against you while mooing loudly. Please, please let him breed you already! You've been so kind to him, nicer than anyone ever has, so that has to mean you feel the same, right?

[bloodpenned]

Happy (early) Halloween, everyone! This is completely normal porn, nothing to see here. You are you, you are both, you are neither.

pairing: Ghost!Kylar x GN!Reader cw: masturbation under very dubious circumstances, bodily possession, body horror-esque / mindfuckery elements, loss of identity word count: 1.8k

Something is looming over you. An unmoving presence pins you into place, eyes staring straight into yours.

You can’t be certain, you had closed your eyes to fall asleep. Now, you don't have the courage to open them. But you feel it. A draft brushes over your cheeks, despite all your window being closed. The scent of dusty clothes clogs your nose. Through the logical side of your brain, you're sure there isn’t anything there. How could there be? The mattress doesn’t sink under another’s weight. No matter how hard you listen, you can't make out anyone's breathing and there’s been no creaks coming from your wooden floor. None of this knowledge has a chance of fighting the primal fear inside of you. The one making your heart race, making your chest stutter over breaths and urges you to stay. If you do, maybe you will simply turn invisible.

Time blurs together. The smell’s gotten worse. Your scalp itches, and your fingers twitch with the desire to scratch. Nothing happens. You don’t feel safe yet, but the worst of your panic has subsided. Exhaustion threatens to pull you under, but the remains of adrenaline in your veins keep you up. If you want to actually get around to sleeping tonight, you have to get over this fear. You begin with moving your foot, shifting the bedding alongside it. Nothing. You clench and unclench your fist. Nothing. You take a deep breath through your nose, then a couple more. Nothing. You crack your eyes open.

Only to be met with two glowing green embers, hovering right above your face. They grow in intensity when you acknowledge them, illuminating the contour of a human face. Wisps of black flicker in an ever-changing halo around their head, like messy hair. The green is all that’s familiar to you. Before this, you've caught flashes of it in the corner of your eye. Tricks of your mind or the light, you had assumed. You open your mouth- To scream, to gasp for air, to curse, not even you know. But you never get the chance to. Cold air moulds with your mouth like a kiss and wraps around your tongue, ice shooting down your spine and a fist crushing your heart.

Your entire body turns sluggish, every breath an effort and limbs struggling under unseen weight. Warm tears drip down your face. You're scared, you don't know what's going on! A terrible taste fills your mouth. Or. No... You’re (they are they are they are) so happy, so, so happy! Laughter bubbles up from your throat and out your mouth. It’s been so long since you’ve felt this warm! Got to experience fabric against their skin, a heart beating in your chest, lungs filled with air. And this all in the body of your beloved. The skin surrounding you, hugging you inside like it doesn't want you to leave, it's all perfect! You shudder, heat settling underneath your skin at the mere thought.

(images flash through your brain of yourself, watched from behind on the streets of town. at school. at work. in your bedroom. memories you can't have, like curled up in bed, asleep. the face of someone you hate contorted in pain. and ones you don't want to remember. of that night in the loft where you clawed at the latch until your fingers bled but there was no one. no one there to hear you whimper and cry after the other’s laughter disappeared down the hallway. or, apparently, there was. someone that watched over you when no one else did. someone that stuck.

nausea wells up in your throat. you have to remember things that are undoubtedly yours, you have to ground yourself. your parents- no. not yours. you don’t know these people. anything ‘yours’ brings multiple images. your room, your home, your hobbies, all flash around in doubles and blur together. your friends. friends. it brings up an empty empty empty hollowness from somewhere. what part of you got swallowed? you don’t know where you begin and they end, you don't know where they begin and you end.)

You lingered in this realm for a reason you never figured out, always failed to put your unfulfilled desire into words. Much less work through it. Drifting through an existence of nothing, you hoped to succumb to the void which never embraced you. Now you know it without a doubt. It was for this meeting that the universe made you stay. Not even death could keep you apart. Sure, you needed to get more creative to truly start a meeting, to talk. But this was only a small obstacle in the face of your fated love, and you overcame it! The tugging at your soul made sure you never strayed far. And if you were both alive, you could never do this, never be close in the ultimate way, never know each other's every secret and thought. Never be one. Watching over you, they (you) understood the true gravity of all this, of your connection. You will understand, maybe you already do. You’re listening, aren’t you?

“I love you.” Someone else breathes in your voice. Not just someone. Kylar, that’s their name. A scrawny person, black hair, green eyes, baggy clothes. Tiny. (maybe in this body you can finally reach the top shelf now haha but that’s not important no no it isn’t) Your arms twitch and shake as they wrap themselves around you in a hug. Struggling, you break through the water’s surface, jerking your head to the side. Your body feels bruised inside out, the temptation to give in pounding on you like a storm’s waves. It’s easier to slumber in the back of your own mind. Yes, it’s easier. Isn’t that you want? You know yourself better than anyone else. You want to stop thinking, want to stop hurting, want to be saved. It’s possible. Just let you love them, let them love you, your souls are-

“What are you- What’s happening to us?!” (mine yours ours yours mine ours) A beat of silence. Happy tears turn to sobs. “Me! Me! What’s happening to me?!” You gasp for air, tugging your knees up to your chest and slamming your head against them. Immediately, your panic intensifies, doubled. It’s a dream, it has to be a dream, this can’t be happening, you’re so scared (but this can’t be anything except real. you can feel the pain, you share it. why do you have to hurt yourself? they’d never do that, they’ll make you feel good, they’ll show you.) This is your body, but your willpower isn’t strong enough to stay in control for long. Where are they getting all the strength from?! (love love love it’s love and it’s all for you.) You’re thrust back underwater.

You don’t mind the struggle all that much. Your souls will only fuse together more through conflict, interacting closer as they fight for control. You can feel yourselves blurring together more and more. If that happens, you may not be able to leave again. But you don’t care. Why would you? What better way to share the rest of your existence with your beloved than in the most literal way possible? There’s no form of intimacy that could compare. Before this, there was nothing of you left anyway. Nothing is lost by speaking in your voice, by touching with your hand, by your hearts beating in sync. It's perfect. You are perfect. Except...

“...You'd mind, wouldn’t you? You don’t have to say it. I can tell.” (of course, you hate it. you don’t know what’s going on, don’t know who they are and know every little detail of their life. your body is not your own anymore and it's too tight it feels terrible it hurts and you hate them but you love them but you love you.) That's okay. It's a start. Together, you’ll figure out what you’re feeling.

Crawling out of bed, you pat your pocket for a comforting weight you can’t find. Once the moment passes, what you were looking for slips your mind. Stumbling like in a drunken stupor, you find yourself in the bathroom in front of the mirror. It’s you. (still, somehow.) There’s a glimmer of green in your eyes, and you don’t like it. It reminds you of yourself (it reminds you of them). But your heart beats faster at the sight of you reflected against the glass, and you tug your lips up into a smile. The glass is cold against your palm. Regular breaths turn into pants, goosebumps spreading across your flesh. (you're inside you're inside you're inside you're inside you're inside)

You're filled with heat, the warmth that had been building over time flares to a new height by looking at yourself. You want to so badly and you’re a bit curious, you’ve thought about this so much and you could have never imagined this. Are either of these your own? Pressing your lips to the mirror, you stare at yourself through half-lidded eyes. (this will be as close to a kiss as you’re ever going to get.)

Your hand moves down into your underwear, and you can’t deny the arousal are there. (see see see they can make you feel good they told you so your body can't lie.) With trembling fingers, from both excitement and nerves, you touch yourself. So much of it is muscle memory that you don't think about how, hardly have to dig through your beloved’s memory to figure out how to do it on your own. Your hand touches you, every touch a surprise and yet not at all. (just a little bit faster just a little tighter). It was never this overwhelming on your own. Voices mix together as you gasp and moan until it turns into one sharing the exact same idea, the desire to feel even better. There’s nothing but warmth and pleasure and relief, relief, relief, so much relief. A human body was never meant to house two. Nothing in your life comes close to the bliss you’re experiencing now, double the pleasure, nerves white hot and tingling.

You cum so hard you nearly black out. Your entire body twitches and shivers, you’re pretty sure some wire in your brain just sprung loose. Slumping on the sink and holding on to stay on your feet, you babble out your own name over and over as you ride out your bliss. Drool drips down your chin while you pant. With trembling arms and legs, you get yourself to stand upright. Your head's so much emptier than before. Quieter. Is it over? You feel… Content? Worried? You’re not sure. It's like you’re tangled up, tugged in different directions. Sleepy too, but you always do after getting off. Your gaze flickers up.

You stare at yourself in the mirror. One eye is bright green.

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whitney with a yandere! PC who’s exactly like kylar …. the only difference is that PC won’t fucking hesitate to kick his sorry ass to the moon and back if they wanted to !!! Whitney didn’t really had a problem with this …. at first …. You were just so small !! So obedient and devoted to him … you practically lick the ground he walks on !! Not to mention that you’ll practically do anything to please him …. You kept him occupied for awhile, until he inevitably got bored of you and found himself and new toy …. You didn’t really take that very well …. and that leads you to where you are now … In a dingy basement, with your “husband” all tied up with a blindfold on to match, pumping your hands on his dripping cock while he continues to shake and tremble from too much pleasure …. Your hands now slicked with a mixture of Whitney’s own sweat and cum while you coo praises and sweet nothings on his ears … You continued to torment him like this for a few weeks until you finally let him go …. Afterall, you only had so much time until people finally noticed his absence, so you made sure to make every moment count …. but of course, his mind is already broken by then, the past few weeks for him was filled with nothing but overwhelming pleasure that you yourself caused …. so now, he can’t even cum without needing your help …. always having to drag you away to either give him a blowjob or a handjob in the school bathrooms while having a faint blush on his face …. you can only smirk to yourself, oh this is gonna be interesting … ((im the same anon who sent the darryl thirst lol,, tbh i don’t really like whitney that much,, the only time i DO like him is when he’s under me 👍👍

cw: noncon, mindbreak, kidnapping

I love the idea of kidnapping Whitney because of how much it would fuck him up. It’s a huge kick to his pride not to be able to do anything on his own. He needs you to feed him, needs you to rub him down with a wet cloth when he begins to smell, fuck, he can’t even go take a shit without asking you! It’s humiliating!! He hates you much more than you could ever imagine. Every sentence contains multiple insults, at first. It’ll take some effort to get him hard, and even then, he’s constantly thrashing while you’re touching him. His yells are muffled, but his face is bright red from the strain. If you ever make the mistake of freeing his hands while his mind is still intact… He’ll strangle you.

But when you wring him dry every single day, using your hands and mouth or riding him, that your mere presence gets linked to pleasure in his mind. You’re only satisfied once he starts cumming dry. Trained like a dog, he starts getting hard as soon as you open the door. Days of mindnumbing pleasure blur together until he isn’t sure how long he’s been there, what he was doing with his life before you took him. He doesn’t care what he was doing. Just wants you to keep making him feel good, again and again. You let him out, and he’s in a daze for the first day. Whitney goes home and sleeps, and sleeps, and sleeps.

He knows he should beat your skull in. You kept him locked up in your smelly basement for literal weeks, using him like he was the toy. And now he has to make up a bunch of bullshit stories to placate his friends. Because admitting that he was overpowered by tiny, pathetic you would ruin his reputation forever. Whitney has no desire to tell the police either way, that’s for pussies. Not like they’d do something anyway. Though he knows he should, he can’t bring himself to do it. He tries to distract himself. Finds a dozen gross little virgins to keep his mind occupied, but none of them can keep his interest anymore. They can’t even get him off. He can’t even get himself off!

Whitney can only pretend he’s back to normal. He’s still flushed, barely glaring, as he tugs you into the bathroom. His hands are all over you as he tries to ignore how needy your presence makes him. How much you occupy his mind, how he needs to remind himself that he can eat without your help. He practically forces his throbbing cock into your hands, and cums after a few strokes. You’re going to do this daily from now on, like you used to. If you fuck him up this badly, at least take responsiblity for it.

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i request more whitney with piss kink plx (totally not angrelysimpping)

babe im sorry this took so long i know you really need that whitney piss content <3 /j @angrelysimpping cw: piss (omorashi specifically), semi-public, noncon

You rush through the hallways to the bathroom, class finally over. You're never drinking before having a test ever again. In your hurry, the rule Whitney had imposed on you slips your mind, and you stumble into the correct one. Speak of the devil. He's hanging around like he owns the place. His expressions darkens at the sight of you, and he pulls his hands out of his pockets to stomp over.

"I thought you might try to get in, you-"

Before he can finish speaking, you're rambling. "Look, okay, I get it, I shouldn't be here. Sorry. I don't care what- Do whatever you want after. I just really need to piss right now. Please." You try to move past him. You're already unsteady because you have to keep your thighs pressed together, and he's always been strong. Whitney shoves you to the side and against the wall with little effort.

His expression twists into a wolfish grin. "No." He roughly squeezes both your cheeks in his fist. “You think I’m gonna wait around for a slut? One that’s too stupid to follow one simple rule? I decide what you do, and right now, I think I want you against this wall. You hold it.” This is not going to work out well for either of you. It's taking far too much effort to hold on. You can't even stand still, leaning more on one foot, then the other again. What if he tries to fuck you now? You'll be pissing all over his dick, he's going to kill you for that.

Whitney's knee presses against your crotch and he kisses you, more tongue and teeth than lips. The added pressure makes you squirm. Tears blur your vision, the nails digging into Whitney's skin don't as much as make him flinch. He begins to rub circles on you, quick and unforgiving. A shudder goes through you as you leak a couple drops of warmth. You throw your head sideways, gasping for air.

"You have to stop, I'm serious, 'm gonna-" But then his hand is on your face again and pulls you back in, teeth drawing blood from your lower lip. Maybe you're getting more desperate, or he's pushing down harder than before. You twist your body away from him and immediately regret it. Readjusting his touch, he's pressing down right on your bladder rather than just one side of it. Whitney rests a hand on your waist and, oh god, if he touches your crotch more-! Instead, prods a finger into your side, making you jump and knock your skulls together. Whitney breaks the kiss with a quick curse that's lost on you, because...

It's too much.

You cry out, hicupping a sob as a gush is forced out of you. The liquid quickly soaks through your underwear and leaks out onto his leg, dribbling down and hitting the tiled bathroom floor with a splatter. His face is still too close to yours, pants brushing against your mouth. You're burning up. No matter how hard you try to clench your muscles, you can't stop the stream. In a cruel twist of fate, the relief after holding it so long feels good, an entirely new kind of pleasure that leaves you breathless. Tears stream down your face, the moan you let out shuddering and broken.

Your piss has soaked through his pants, down his leg. Closing your eyes, you brace yourself. But the expected hit across your face doesn't land, the expected stinging insults aren't said. You open your eyes. You don’t think Whitney was nearly this hard before. His face is red. He's silent. It's hard to believe, but he's absolutely, definitely getting off on this, way more than you are. How could he think he has the right to bully anyone if he's like this? The edges of your mouth twitch with a barely suppressed smile and, to your delight, his flush deepens.

"Keep your fucking mouth shut, slut," Whitney hisses, eyes darting from yours for a moment. To the door. "Not a word about this, or you're never speaking again." And then he's all over you again, mouth on yours, hands groping your skin and grinding against you, dirtying his clothes even further.

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IdeA: f!PC kidnaps m!Whitney & ties him to a chair, eyes taped open. She forces him to watch hours of hypno porn to teach him female supremacy. His cock's caged up; he wears an electric collar that shocks him when he's disrespectful. PC says, "You can leave once you embrace your role as a walking dildo & nothing more. 🥰 What's that? No? Well, looks like it's time to sew ur lips shut. Inferiors don't deserve to speak.❤️ Watch the tapes. Embrace female supremacy." He'll break soon enough.😈 -🔮

cw: noncon, hypnosis, mindbreak/brainwashing, kidnapping, psychological torture (kinda?? lmao)

Your knots better have been good. Whitney's yelling and trashing as soon as he wakes up, throwing his weight around so the chair keeps almost falling over. It's even worse as soon as you get into view. He's demanding you fucking let him go right now. What the hell is wrong with you, what kinda bullshit are you making him watch?! It's not going to work, you dumb whore. You're so fucking done for. Untie him right now, and maybe he won't bash your skull open on concrete, maybe he'll let you live. When he spits on you, you grab the tape and shut him up.

If looks could kill, you'd be dead many times over after calling him inferior. The collar shocks him so many times a part of his brain must be fried. His right arm twitches every so often, his left leg jerks. Whitney's eyes start watering after being left open for so long. While it's not quite crying, it's still a pretty sight to behold. Take pictures of him. He's slinging insults your way through his gag, but they're a lot less threatening with his cheeks covered in tears and flushed from the extertion of his vain escape attempts, a sheen of sweat coating his forehead.

Most would break before Whitney does, he's awfully stubborn. In the end, he'll come around, they always do, but it'll take some extra measures. Imagine not even letting him sleep before he's broken. You can't let him escape your tapes that easily. Headphones are taped to his ears at the loudest setting, collar set to go off every couple of minutes, jolting him back to consciousness whenever he's about to doze off. With his head set in place, he has no choice but to watch repetitive motions and listen to a soothing voice.

For hours upon hours, he’s being told that he only exists to make others feel good, that he's less than a mutt, only a walking fucktoy without the ability to think, who should just be a good boy and listen to whatever his superiors tell him to do. They know what's best for him, know what little use they can wring out of him. He should worship the ground they walk on, let them use him for whatever they deem necessary. He deserves to be taken advantage of.

You return the next morning. His entire body is shaking, eyes bloodshot and cock straining against the cage you put on him. Precum has leaked into a tiny puddle on the floor. Once you take the tape off, he doesn't even complain that his lips are left bloody, instead smiling at the sight of you. So genuine and unrestrained (almost a bit too wide to look comfortable, pupils also blown wise open), you've never seen anything like it on his face before. Use me. He breathes out as he starts to drool, before a twitch shoots up his body. Sorry, you hadn't given him permission to speak yet, right? That was selfish, sorry, sorry- He promises to do better, miss. Punish him, if necessary.

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dub/nonconpisstimebabyy

after you force Kylar to hold it in all day, you corner her in the canteen. no one stops you when you pull her onto your lap and start pressing heavily around her bladder. if she can hold it in the whole time you eat, you’ll spoil her for the rest of the day. if she can’t, you’re bending her over the table and lifting her skirt to spank that butt of hers for as long as the crowd tells you to, soiled panties and wet thighs and all. if she soils your uniform too? you’ve got a nice thick vibe you can fuck her with as punishment . <3

anon i can't add too much to a perfect and fucking hot idea such as this but i can guarentee you i am brainrottign HARD

cw: noncon, piss, humiliation, public sex

Kylar's so happy when you first pull her into your lap, it's such an obvious show of your love for each other! But then your hand presses down on her stomach, and she's hissing in a breath. She sputters that you shouldn't do that, she's not going to last long...! You tell her that she should at least last until you're done with lunch, and her eyes widen with poorly hidden panic. She turns redder and redder, squirming on your thighs. Upon leaking a few drops, she moans. She's basically lost after that, sniffling for you to stop, for just a second, p-please? But you push down even rougher the next moment and she's releasing herself all over your lap as she sobs.

In all honesty, she wouldn't have minded any of this much if it were in private. It isn't, though. Her enjoyment of you claiming her and pure humiliation battle in her brain as you push her against the table. The smack of your palm against her ass and the loud squeak that leaves her mouth alert more than a few people. Soon, a small crowd gathers to laugh and jeer at her. While they usually only regard her with disgust and disdain, there are students that would still enjoy a show such as this one. She keeps pleading with you to stop, though doesn't try to break out of your hold or struggle. Someone mimics her voice, getting more laughter from the crowd.

The vibe will kill her. There's not a single cell in her body that wants to cum in front of all these people. She's pressed her head against the table to at least keep them from seeing her eyes roll back. At this point, she can't string the words together to protest anymore. Her whimpers and whines are muffled against the wood. That is, until you thread your fingers through her hair and yank her head up, showing off her pleasured expressions for all to see. For forever, if the noise of camera shutters is anything to go by.

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Dude, incestuous Kylar is a scary concept. They seem obsessed with breeding - so would they want to impregnate/be impregnated by their sibling? I mean, they're not exactly in their right state of mind... maybe it wouldn't even occur to them to worry about the risks of pregnancy, while their sibling is terrified at the thought. Kylar thinks their kids will be perfect, PC is trembling in fear while they're being fucked silly. Nightmare fuel right there 😨

cw: incest, noncon

All things considered, I think that if you return their feelings, they wouldn’t go through with their fantasies. Kylar has looked up the risks that come with pregnancy, hoping the statistics were better than they feared. They weren’t. While it makes their heart ache, they would settle for not having kids with you. After weighing their desires against the possible suffering of their children, they decided against it. That doesn’t change the fact that they’d like to stuff you full, or have you fill them up. It just means birth control will actually be used. (And don’t think they won’t start talking your ear off about adoption.)

High jealousy Kylar, though? Have you been trying to get away from them, breaking all your promises? Are you fucking someone else behind their back? All restraint goes straight out the window. They’ll take matters into their own hands. It seems you need more than one family bond tying you two together, and they’re certain you’ll make a lovely pair of parents! You’re perfect for each other, so they’re sure your children will turn out healthy too. It doesn’t matter how much you’re shaking and crying, begging them to to pull out or get off. They’ll slap a hand over your mouth if they have to. All they do is coo words of comfort, as you struggle against the drugs they slipped in your drink during family dinner.

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cw: noncon, tentacles, oviposition, mindbreak, mindcontrol

bff’s people have an intricate mating ritual that’s long, exhausting and possibly damaging for both parties involved. there are so many limbs to keep track of. while it will never fade out of their society completely, it cannot be denied they have been looking for more… convenient options for ridding themselves of (unnecessary) eggs. but it’s still an intimate, bordering on sacred, act.

so when she takes you back, the perfect little breeding creature, you are treated with the utmost care. worshipped, almost. given the finest food, clothing and housing. all to ensure you’ll take their eggs well. you won’t have to do anything on your own! if they let you walk on your own, you’re lucky. they’ll feed you, bathe you, dress you, carry you, entertain you- eager to listen to your every command. you’re so, so precious.

they don’t immediately breed you. no, no, of course not! bff is all over the place, getting everything together. getting them to take forms that are less terrifying. teaching you and the others some basic worss in each other’s languages. placing triggers in your mind that will have you forcibly relax upon hearing them. the usual!

they’ll get to it eventually, though. (and bff always gets to watch. if one of them doesn’t treat you gently / isn’t pleasuring you enough, she’ll send them out for you. …unless you communicate a different preference, of course.) you’ll be stuffed full by creature after creature until you’re swollen and a sobbing mess, leaking cum. no matter how much they coo at you, the stretch is unnatural. and they make you cum so hard it almost hurts. but, most of the time, all you can do is relax and let them take care of you.

…eventually, you feel empty when there’s nothing inside you.