#k.dubcon

Date: 2025-06-24 From: (Anonymous)

Mox is getting meaner and meaner, pushing Yuta further every day. He has to see that Yuta is going to snap soon. Maybe that's what he wants? (Hint: it is)

c-cute.... I'm thinking of the 'bull Kylar at the farm scenario' i first described him in and like-

cw: slight dubcon

Keeping Kylar calm by having him be the only one allowed to mount you. He'll be less aggressive towards the other cows and bulls when he's granted such a special privilege, and he doesn't care to do much else with his 'status' besides claiming you. In general, your cute bullboy produces so much more than the rest because of his enthusiasm! You can reward him for that, right?

You got him to take you while you're on your hands and knees and first. A bucket was placed unerneath your hole, so you could at least avoid wasting anything that dripped out. Kylar is satisfied with this through his first two orgasm. They hit him so quick, it's clear how pent up he was. He's loud too, panting and moaning and licking your shoulders. But he ends up knocking the bucket aside. Flipping you around, he looks so much happier when he can fuck you while looking at your face. Kylar smiles and lets out a moo. He rubs his nose against your cheek before picking up the pace again.

The idea was to only let him cum inside you a couple of times, but your brain feels like it's leaking out of your ears and you can't think straight anymore. He stretches you open so nicely.

Eventually, even he can't take it anymore. You are pounded full with his cum, gushes of it pouring out every time he moves back. His eyes are rolled back into his head, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he pants like a dog. Sweat covers him all over. The most he can do is grind himself into you, rather than thrust. His cock twitches inside you, but there's no more cum he can add as he lets out a broken moo. Kylar keeps himself inside you. But he curls on top of you, naked bodies flush against each other.

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.

!!! thank you for indulging my idea <3 see my earlier ramble on tentacle monster kylar here ! they’re most like an octopus/human hybrid, tho not exactly like it, and some headcanons are based on that!

cw: dubcon, monsterfucking, aphrodisiacs, tentacles, oviposition

There’s some differences in what they’re like, depending on their gender. As a girl, she’s larger and stronger than her male counterpart. She’s more dominant during sex, almost becoming rough, since she doesn’t realise just how fragile you are. Sucker marks will be littered all over your skin by the time she’s done with you. Outside of that, she’s also touchier. She doesn’t hesitate to pull you close and try to let you stay a little longer than you want to. However, if you turn the tables on her, she gets so embarrassed she can’t function for a little while. Females of their species are known to try and cannibalise their partners if they’re hungry, but Kylar would never, ever even think of doing such a thing to you!

On the other hand, if male, Kylar is a lot more hesitant. It’s an instinctual thing, the fear that you might become aggressive keeping him from doing everything he wants to. He is constantly looking for your approval, and more likely to show off. Even if he is large compared to you, he still sees you as his mate, and he’ll remain nervous. His tentacles will carefully wrap around your waist and tug you closer, delighted when you don’t hurt him. (Even if you struggle, your teeth and nails aren’t sharp enough to cause pain, let alone cut him.) Around him, it’s common to see some ink leave his mouth and dissolve into the water. A nervous habit. It’ll take longer for him to fuck you, unless you help him, but once he does, he’ll keep at it longer.

Either way, they really, really like you! You’re warm and cute and nice and you keep visiting them! To hold you as long as possible, they’ll move up to the surface and float there. They’ll either let you lay on their chest or prevent you from sinking with one of their tentacles. Their eyes are very sensitive to light, so they have to keep them closed and can’t see your face, but they consider this a worthy sacrifice. Kylar’s skittish, though. They’ve got scars on the ends of their tentacles from when a group of humans caught when they were younger. It’s the reason that, despite their loneliness, they stopped going to the surface. You make them feel safe enough to do so again. Even then- As soon as they hear multiple voices near the water’s edge, they’ll dive back under, taking you with them.

They’re not familiar with human ways of affection, but if you introduce them, they’re never going to forget. Hold their hand? They’ll intertwine their fingers with yours, or curl the tips of their tentacles around them. Kisses? Oh, they love them. Your lips are so soft! They’re always sloppy though, dragging the tip of their tongue over your skin at the end of every kiss. You taste good, they can’t help it. Kylar changes colours when they’re embarrassed, tentacles turning from a deep purple to a pale pink, and your presence never fails to lighten their hue.

The slime on their tentacles have effects days after they touched you. At random intervals, the skin will tingle and turn warm. Once they’ve been inside you however, it gets many times worse. Heat settles underneath your skin and refuses to fade, your thoughts circling back to them and only them, leaving you unable to function. Not your own fingers, nor anything of someone else, is enough to sate the need. You go crawling back to the water every time. And Kylar is more than happy to oblige, stuffing you full as many times as you want them to, to make you forget about everyone except them. They’ve been so pent up for so long that they’ll push you to your limits if you let them. Each time you give in, it gets worse, until you have to stop by daily. Your body starts to change, letting you stay underwater for far longer than should be possible. Their language, clicks and gurgles, whines and mewling, starts to make sense to you.

short kinktober prompt

“S-say my name.” Kylar’s so excited he’s breathless, heart threatening to burst through his ribcage. The app was just something he had been curious about. It’s not like he expected it to do as advertised. (That doesn’t mean he wasn’t hoping for it.) How does it even work? He doesn’t dwell on the thought long, you are much more important.

“...Kylar.” You speak slow, completely even in tone. Your eyelids droop like you’re going to pass out any moment, pupils blown wide and mouth hanging slightly open. It’s like you got woken up in the middle of the night and are desperately trying to stay awake. Cute. He laughs, all giddy, leaning in to kiss you. You don’t return it whatsoever, not even having a slight change in expression. He feels a pang of disappointment before he remembers you don’t have any choice right now, you’ll only move if he asks you to. 

With that comes the realization that he can do whatever he wants to you. The amount of control makes him dizzy. You’re lucky he’s the one doing this, and no one else. He would never hurt you. Kylar bites the inside of his cheek. He should’ve thought of what to tell you beforehand, that way he could’ve made the most of this. Right now, all he can think about doing is... His face heats up. Trembling fingers hover over your crotch, before moving to touch you through your underwear. You sigh, leaning your head backward a tad, hips twitching in his direction once. It’s all the encouragement he needs.

Kylar rubs your clit. For a moment, you frown, blinking multiple times. “What are you... What’s...” He slows down his movements, and you seem to slip back into your haze again. His shoulders slump. After that, his heart skips a beat every time your head sways or your hips chase his touch. You keep making little noises, not having the mind to suppress them.  A bit of drool leaves your mouth, and he licks it away. Over time, you become more and more squirmy, grinding yourself agains the floor and him.

“How do you feel?” Kylar is careful to be as quiet as possible. He places his other hand on your thigh.

“Warm,” You tell him, voice breathier than normal. “...Down there.” Your hand lands near his in an uncoordinated movement. His brain is such a mess, his body warm all over. Kylar’s dick is straining against his pants, but he knows he can’t fuck you right now, even though he wants to. The first time he fucks you, he wants you to be able to remember it. 

“Whenever... Whenever you feel warm down there, you have to come to me, okay? I’ll help you out. You can’t- Y-you can’t have anyone else touch you there, only me. Don’t even do it yourself.” You nod along to his words without hesitation, and it pushes him further into his rambling. “Only think about me, okay? I’ll- I’ll always think of you, and you can always think of me. You don’t need all those other people. You have to love me, you have to need me-” His breath hitches. “You love me, right? Tell me.” 

“I... I love you... Kylar.” Electricity shoots up his spine, and he smiles, he’s never been so happy. 

cw: incest, dubcon (kinda), somnophilia

You go to wake Kylar up, only to find him whimpering your name in his sleep, hips shifting underneath the covers.

BRAINROT!!

You paid for the purification ritual and Jordan realised how much they liked to see you quiver and squirm- But they won't tell you, it's too embarrassing, too sinful... Instead, they say that to keep up the effects, there's some rites they will need to keep performing regularly. You wouldn't want to fall from grace again, would you?

One of them is having to exchange saliva. Maybe they could technically do this with their finger, but it's much more effective if they can share it straight from the source. It's not quite making out. They have you keep your mouth open as they hold your head still, dragging their tongue over yours and the inside of your cheeks. Jordan takes their sweet time when licking your nipples, tracing circles around it with their tongue, hot breath brushing against your skin. (Maybe once a month they have to go down on you again?)

cw: large size difference, very dubious consent, overstimulation

Even though she agreed to this (since it was you who wanted her to), she's babbling before the dildo is inside her. That she isn't sure it'll fit, she's so tiny, are you sure this is a good idea- She's shaking all over with nerves. You kiss her and play with her clit to get her to relax, because it's definitely never going in if she's this tense. When you slip your tongue in past her lips and rub circles onto her thighs, she wines against your mouth as the machine squirts a huge amount of lube around her entrance. She clings on to you as much as possible. Fingers dig into your skin, her face pressed against your neck. You tell her if she really doesn't want to, you can still stop. That while it's going on, she can always tell you it hurts and it'll all be over.

But Kylar doesn't want to disappoint you now.

You keep her thighs nice and open so you can watch the toy sink into her bit by bit, can feel her panting against your neck. There's a noticable bulge in her stomach as it goes in as far as it can go, her jaw slack and head limp against your shoulder. The show still has to get started. As soon as the machine starts moving she shoots upright. It doesn't ease her into its inhuman pace, has no tenderness. She's squealing as if in heat with eyes rolled back and drool dribbling down her chin, flung along with each movement. The toy is rearranging her guts and didn't even bottom out.

It isn't a surprise she cums in no time at all: every inch of her insides are being touched all at once. Her first orgasm is ripped from her body with a near screech of your name. It doesn't slow down, and struggling against the overwhelming senstivity is only a natural response. She bursts into sobs, gasping for air and clawing at her palms to distract from the sensation. It's so good so good she doesn't want to stop but it hurts it hurts hurts hurts- One quick orgasm blurs into the next through the constant stimulation. Does she ever stop cumming?