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—summary: The summer heat has you slipping between sleep and reality. Something not-so corporeal helps you cool off.
—warnings: ghost x human, monsterfucking, piv sex, mirror sex (technically), creampie, dubcon/somnophilia.
—word count: 1,3k
—a/n: no thoughts just horny. also on AO3
The best thing about living alone, you’ve come to realize, is the privacy. You’re free to do whatever: take your time in the bathroom in the morning or whenever you want, spend an eternity soaking in the claw-footed tub this house came with, walk around your home in the skimpiest clothing imaginable (not only does it help to beat the summer heat, it also (technically) leaves you less laundry to do), splay out on your king-sized bed in a starfish position, limbs akimbo, drag the full-length mirror in your bedroom in front of your bed and stare at the way any dildos you own get swallowed up by your greedy cunt.
No point in wondering why the last owner was in such a rush to get rid of it; so much so that he accepted well below market price for a freshly renovated, fully-furnished house with a moderate backyard in a relatively safe neighborhood.
The longer this heatwave lasts, the skimpier your clothes get. There’s barely any fabric to cling to your constantly sweat-slick skin by this point, just a tiny skirt hiked so far up your bare skin touches the wooden chairs when you sit and a shirt that’s more spaghetti straps than torso. The huge, double-door fridge is a reprieve, cool air billowing out and caressing your heated skin. It almost feels like a genuine caress, like someone’s cool hands sliding down your body.
Seriously, you need to get out of the house and meet people instead of fantasizing about the cool touch of your fridge. But the outside is infinitely hotter than the inside.
You kick the bedsheet away from your body, grumbling at the lingering day heat. You’d stripped the sheet from the duvet the moment spring chill had plunged into summer heat and stuffed the latter into the closet until fall. Even then, you tend to wake up without the sheet in the morning, finding it crumbled on the floor. Yesterday was another sweltering day. It has left the air stuffy and the fans only push the warm, stale heat around without providing any relief. You unplug them in a fit of frustration and cringe at the feeling of moisture when you lay against your pillow again.
Sleep doesn’t completely evade you but you’re not fully asleep, either. You think so, at least. There are moments of brief blackouts, where you open your eyes and turn to look at the time only to find not even an hour has passed. Your eyelids feel heavy.
Then, there are the hands on your body. Caressing, petting, groping. They’ve been there for some time now, just touching, feeling. They’re not cold, just cool enough to feel pleasant against your heated skin and inject some relief into your sluggish thoughts of sun and heat. A sigh escapes your lips at the sensation. Fingertips trance the expanse of your skin, draw constellations between your moles and freckles. The other hand moves to rest on your breast. It kneads the soft flesh, gently pinches your nipple between its fingers, runs a thumb over it.
You inhale sharply, heart thrumming in your chest, pressing your thighs together. It does little to quell the desire for friction, or touch. The hand tracing its fingertips down your body reaches your hip, then skirts across your flesh to rest on the inside of your thigh. You blink languidly; the heat is stifling, your head feels thick.
Cool fingers dip between your legs, press against your clit like — like they’re what? Testing the waters. You stifle the half-baked moan in the back of your throat.
The hands leave you all at once and you croak out a sound that doesn’t even sound like you, desperate and needy. They’re back not even a moment later, though, heavy on your hips as if they’re trying to guide you. You reach for a pillow and prop it under yourself. It’s a nice dream, you don’t need it to end because it forces you into an uncomfortable position that drives home the realization that it’s a dream. Because then you’ll wake up, alone again.
Something thick and heavy rests on your pelvis. Maybe this makes you a bad sex partner in this brief dream but you don’t want to reach out and touch it, guide it. If it’s your dream, your partner should know the where and how. The cool hands planted firmly on your hips pull you forward just slightly and the weight from your pelvis disappears. It rests against your entrance, but doesn’t push forward just yet. One hand leaves you and the tip of its cock drags through your slick folds, bumps against your clit.
“Please,” you croak, staring at the ceiling. Your throat is dry.
The stranger’s cock angles itself against your entrance and pushes in carefully. You take a slow, deep breath in, try to relax around the pleasant intrusion. The hands — under your knees now, guiding your legs apart. A body presses against your thighs. Whoever it is, stops, pauses for a moment. You clench around the cock buried in your cunt. A cold, shuddering breath hits you. Goosebumps rise on your skin. The hands push your knees further apart until there’s an ache in your muscles, and then they depart, one finding a spot on your waist, the other your breast.
It moves, then. The cock nestled deep within you sharply pulls back and thrusts in again. You scramble for anchor, to grab onto something but all you come up with is sheet that tugs loose. Their pace is dizzying, thighs slapping against yours, cock plunging into your wet cunt. The sound is so wet and lewd and goddamned loud in the still silence of your home. You go to stifle the half-moan half-groan in your throat but— wait, it’s your house, your dream, who gives a fuck about the neighbors? The cock in your cunt pulls nearly all the way out and thrusts in again and hits that spot, so good, dragging against your slick walls and you swear you feel every groove and dip, every goddamn vein. Your moan slips out involuntarily, and whoever it is here with you, seems invigorated.
The hand on your breast leaves, a forearm rests around your thigh, pulling it up and — fuck, their cock drives in so incredibly deep you nearly choke on your own spit. You scramble upwards, resting your weight on your elbows to look at your partner —
There’s no one there. Your bedroom is empty. But there’s a hand on your torso, cool fingers digging into your flesh and a forearm supporting your thigh and the shape of someone’s shoulder against your Achilles’ tendon. There’s a cock plunging into your cunt and you hear someone’s labored breathing.
The full-length mirror skids across the laminated floor and stops in front of your bed. Something invisible is thrusting into your pussy, gaping back at you in the reflection. Your face burns — your whole body burns. You can’t look away from the debauchery staring back at you. Whoever — whatever — it is, thrusts harshly, cold hands pulling you against their body. Your thighs are wet and sticky, slamming against theirs, your hole gaping back at you, being abused by something you can’t see. It sends you hurtling over the edge.
You come around the phantom cock with something reminiscent of a shriek and a moan and terror and pleasure all combined. Your cunt clenches around the thing your muscles sore and sweat beading on your skin. The cock plunges into you again and again and again and you blink back the tears and the fear and the overwhelming pleasure. The fingers on your body dig into your flesh and the cock nestled in you buries deep, thighs pressing against your own, and spills. It’s so warm, so pleasant. The mirror skids closer, right until it touches the edge of the bed.
Your cunt is forced wide open. Stuffed. The pearlescent cum coats your walls, oozes out from inside you, dribbles onto your bedsheets. The cock in you stays there but the body moves.
A small fogged patch, like warm breath, appears on the mirror, and then, letters.
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◇♡◇Pussy portals and tentacled tongued monsters. Yes, please!
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You wait a week before opening it. The random box that appeared on your doorstep. No return address or sender listed.
Inside was a smaller box, white with a bunch of small foreign script. The front face pictures a golden ring pinched between two blue, clawed fingers.
Opening the package you slip the smooth, solid gold band free from a velvet drawbag. It's a bit smaller than a bracelet and surprisingly heavy. Maybe it's a bangle meant to be permanent once you manage to force it on? The monster fingers on the packaging are odd though. Probably a costume company with good quality jewelry.
You shrug it off, tossing the little metal band onto the coffee table with a clink.
It's hours later, after you've settled down on the couch, nose deep in a dirty novel that the gold band starts to vibrate. Rattling violently against the glass table, a white-ish blue glow begins slowly circling in towards the center of the ring. You stare on dumbly as the little portal fully forms and seconds later a tongue unfolds from the alien device.
Pink, long, with a base lined in contracting suckers. The tentacle tongue licks at the air reaching for you, blue saliva dripping in globs down the thick appendage.
Your cunt throbs at the sight.
A needy whine echoes through the portal, the tongue twisting to show off its tentacle underside to entice you in. You don't second guess it. You'd debate the mortality of it all later. You snatch up the portal.
Out of curiosity, and a needy itch under your skin, you bring the alien tongue close to your face, barely hesitating before licking between the suckers of the firm muscle. It stiffens under your soft tongue, suckers pulsing erratically, before turning pliant and dancing up along your tongue, the muscle hungrily filling the inside of your mouth. It's warm, saliva a bit sweet and your eyes roll back as it forces your mouth wide, filling until it's gently pushing down your throat.
Laid out on your back you let the ring just rest on your face. As the monster manages to work their tongue deep into your throat you actually feel their lips ravage yours through the portal.
There's only so much of the deep, stroking licks you can take. There's nowhere to breathe around greedy muscle.
You both whine as you drag the portal away, forcibly removing the monster. But it only takes you a second to shove your shorts down.
Twisting around you kneel wide on your couch. You position the portal below you, quick to slide the slick tongue through your wet folds. The disembodied, satisfied groan has you tossing your head back and dragging the muscle along your body. The motion broken as suckers latch to your skin, to your clit. You do it again, roughly shoving them along, enjoying the greedy way the suckers try to keep hold of you.
You grind along the appendage, teeth dug into your bottom lip as the tongue flattens along you, the suckers ravishing what they can latch to. The steady pull brings you straight over the edge. You twitch against the muscle, riding out the heady waves before dislodging the tentacle once more, wet little pops filling the air.
You line the dripping tip to your core.
The monster teases their tongue around your spasming hole, cool saliva mixing with your warm juices. The monster pushes in slow, tongue twisting into your heat, exploring each soft wall like it did your mouth.
It feels a little funny at first, the way it explores the inside of your body, humans an unknown to this species, but the way it fills you and just keeps filling leaves you drooling over yourself.
The monsters tender at first, focused on stroking licks from your entrance to the squishy flesh around your cervix. It buries deep into this space with each stroke, repeatedly rearranging your gut as it pushes as far as your body allows. Then the suckers latch on.
You squeal, shooting up and trying to pull away from the sudden intoxicating pleasure. The monster doesn't release you, only sucking along your walls harder, pulsing more than pumping in its lodged position.
Unable to stay up you collapse to your couch, face and chest pressed to the cushions. The band stays perfectly in place against your cunt from the tongue inside you.
When your walls ache and spasm around the slow, pulsing muscle it suddenly releases you, quickly dragging out to the tip. A rough, thick finger brushing your skin as the monster holds the portal in place. You feel its hot breath fan over your folds. You whine and twitch back against it.
The moment you get frustrated with the monster's edging and lean away, it shoves all the way back in, the base suckers latching on while the others only kiss along your walls. You're held in place, the monster has full control and uses it to roughly pump its length through you.
It fucks you stupid. That thick muscle filling your cunt until you swear you feel it low in your belly. Pressing into all the hard to reach nerves, hitting them with every squirming thrust. Even as your body spasms, cunt constricting what little it can in your stuffed state, your release gushing through the portal and making a mess on your couch, those base suckers cling to you.
The monster wrings three more from your soft walls before it suddenly seizes inside you. It has you so full, still you feel the rush of cool fluid force its way into the lack of space. Another rush of need strokes your belly as the monster slowly slips free, stroking every inch with care to drag out any sensitive aches. The monsters release sticks to your walls, the excess creating a slow trail from your hole.
There's so much seeping out, dragging up your belly. The release almost reaches your bellybutton before that rough finger reappears. The monster stuffs the thick fluid it can reach back into your hole with obscene wet sounds. You reach and adjust the portal so the monster can push the fluid all the way back up.
You lay there dazed and gently rocking your hips to meet the possessive way it shoves its release back inside you.
Satisfied with your filled cunt, the monster gives you another thorough lick before softly kissing your hole, finishing with a gentle suck on your clit. It keeps that worshipping attention on your plump nerve, sucking until your spent body gently rolls with another brush of an orgasm. The monster cleans your release, again.
Reluctantly, it ends the connection, immediately adding you to their favorite 'free use' list.
The portal blinks out and drops to the couch. You stay panting, hips rocking into your cushion for several minutes. Mind replaying every mind numbing stroke of this monster's body exploring yours.
There has to be a way for you to control this thing. To request more.
Imagine being taken by a bunch of traveling monsters.
They found you at the forest and just couldn’t let you all alone there… someone could take advantage of you. They couldn’t allow that. So they took you with them. At first it was all nice and chill, everyone being extra careful with the weak human of the group, but as time passed… they became more and more forward about what they wanted. Who they wanted…
You.
It started simple, caresses and soft kisses when you were about to go to sleep next to one of them (they took turns so they all could enjoy it). But then you started to wake up in the middle of a monster sandwich, hands traveling up and down your body, squeezing your ass and groping your boobs until they started rubbing their erections against your soft human body. You would let them, they were asleep (or so you thought), and they were harmless. What if they came all over you? What if they groped your boobs and ass every chance they got when they were asleep? They couldn’t help it, it was just the dream they were in. You’d be a good human and just let them do whatever, it was harmful. (And you lowkey enjoyed it, but you didn’t say anything about it).
You woke up covered in cum, your pussy tingling and your face red as they stretched and patted your head, telling you how good you were for their group. You had to run to the closest river to touch yourself, your body pent up after being groped and jerked off on. It was exhilarating, and you couldn’t wait till it was night and you could be in the middle of two of them again.
They were laughing as you passed by after your alone time in the river… Your body still shivering. “She’s so dumb,” someone cooed at you, patting your head and pinching one of your nipples, making you moan as they laughed harder, pulling at you to sit on his lap so he could massage your boobs as much as he’d like. They liked to do that, too, massage your boobs and ass as if you weren’t more than a stress toy.
What they didn’t know is that you weren’t dumb… You just liked monsters a bit more than normal. Maybe a lot more than normal.
having a monster bf who likes to face fuck you with his tongue. it’s three times longer and bigger than yours and can stretch to the back of your throat when he kisses you and he loves the feeling of you gagging on it.
having a monster bf who likes to literally fuck you with his tongue. because it really is three times longer and bigger than the average human one, he can curl it inside your hole at whatever angle he wants and lick inside you until you’re sobbing. if he had his way, he’d keep you stuck like this for hours… pinned to the closest surface while his tongue slides in and out of you like it’s his cock, drooling all over you as he tastes your insides.
for far too long i'd been listening to your whines and sighs from the bath as you pleasured yourself every night. there was no way you'd make those sounds if you knew i could hear, but i could hear. slowly over the years it had driven me mad with lust.
that's how i ended up opening your washroom door, gazing down at you with a coy smirk. watching as your eyes went wide. your face and chest flushed with pleasure, and with heat from the bath.
it's my job, after all, to serve and defend you at every chance. you don't hesitate when i offer. "wouldn't it be nice to let someone take care of you for once?"
you watch with wide eyes as i take off my clothes and get into the bath, settling in behind you. the water still warm and full of fragrant bubbles.
you're uncertain, nervous. obviously desperate for my touch, but it's as unfamiliar as it is enticing. you just need to be guided.
"relax, sweet prince. just trust me." my hands find your waist, pulling you back against me. you shiver as your skin presses hot against mine under the water, and with a little encouragement you lean back against my chest with a sigh of relief, resting your head on my collarbone. i'm fully hard, my cock pressed against your back.
under the water my hands glide down to your hips, your thighs. drifting back up your sides to your ribcage, and dragging back down to spread over your waist. you bite your lip hard as my hands linger just inches away from what you really want. i can feel your every twitch of anticipation through the water.
you try to keep quiet, like you usually do when i'm not helping you. before i even touch you, you're releasing muffled whimpers. i lower my lips to your ear, pressing the softest kiss into the warm skin below it. "you don't have to keep quiet this time, darling. let me really hear you."
you jump when my fingertips brush over the tops of your thighs. slowly my hands spread over them, dragging up, further and further, back down to your knees and then up again. teasing until you're grinding back against me, and i wrap an arm around your waist to hold you tight to my chest, pressing kisses into the back of your neck while you whine and pant and clutch at the arm around your waist, your nails biting into my skin as you tense with anticipation.
please, you whimper. oh, please... your body against mine is bliss, your touch driving me wild, but i hold myself back so i can whisper in your ear; "what, sweet thing? please, what?"
you turn, hiding your face in my chest. please touch me, you breathe at last.
my fingertips drag over your cunt, earning a deep whine. you arch up into my touch, your hips bucking. the water laps at the side of the tub as you writhe at the slightest touches.
"you poor thing," i mutter in your ear. "never been properly taken care of before, have you? you've had to do all the work yourself."
you moan, confirming it. my thumb circles your clit at last, slow and steady, earning little twitches of pleasure against me. your moans rise into high, desperate whines as pleasure pulses through you. i lean down and whisper in your ear, soothing you as the bliss overwhelms you. "that's right, darling. let me take care of you. you must have needed this so badly, hm? all those years, did you really think i couldn't hear you, trying to satisfy yourself every night? you shouldn't have to muffle those pretty cries, my precious boy."
you writhe against me as the pleasure intensifies and i give you more, teasing your clit. dragging a finger through your folds, so slick and ready for me. "poor needy boy. think you're ready for something more?"
your back arches against me and your breath catches in your throat as my finger dips into your folds, dragging over your tight entrance. your thighs clench in anticipation as i tease at your pretty hole. slide my fingertip in.
you gasp deeply as i fill you with one finger, drawing it in and out while you clench and tense around me. with my other hand, i tease your clit some more and your gasps deepen into moans. soon your pretty sounds fill the bathroom while i pump a finger in and out of you and toy with your clit until you're a twitching, panting mess.
"god, so tight for me. haven't you ever had a finger in here before?" i'm sure you have, but my hands are so much bigger than yours. still, you're ready when i add a second finger, whining deeply as i stretch you open but arching into it, your legs spreading between mine. you clutch at my arm wrapped around your chest, tipping your head back against my collarbone, and moaning softly with that sweet voice of yours as i curl my fingers inside you, dragging them slowly and intentionally over the sweet spot within you.
you cry out with bliss and surprise as i pleasure you, better than you've ever been able to pleasure yourself, so well that soon your hips are bucking and your thighs are twitching as you cum into my hand, breathless with pleasure. you release weak moans as i continue, feeling you clench around my fingers as i fuck you with them. you're drowsy and overwhelmed, but every time i bring you to climax your whimpers rise into moans, and each time once it's over, you sink deeper into your haze. relaxing back against me, so vulnerable and trusting. so overwhelmed by the pleasure.
after a while the bath water goes cool, and you pant sleepily against my chest, your needs finally sated. i lift you from the bath, dry you off. dress you in your bedclothes, brush out your wet hair, and tuck you into your silken bed. i watch fondly as you sleep, painfully lovely, utterly angelic.
aww you're so cute and desperate, such a pretty little prince.. you're so cute and soft in your royal silks, so innocent. it'd be such a shame if your royal guard, the one person trusted with your life, slowly corrupted you, turned you into a mess for them, spoiled your sweet untouched body with their seed.
but you can't help it, can you? your knight bends you over your bed and all you do is wiggle your hips against their fat cock as they grind against you, moan for them, your toes curling in your slippers. they finger you from behind, leaning over your back so they can whisper quiet praise into your ear as you whine from their huge fingers thrusting in and out of you. your cock is throbbing with need, sorely neglected...
then, when your knight finally removes their armor and leans over you on the bed, they growl into your ear, "beg for it, prince." you can feel the heat of their heavy cock against your thigh, and it makes you feel light-headed: so much so that you can only whimper. "beg," they snap again, "tell me how bad you need my cock inside you." they begin to grind up against your thigh, and the movement of their hips thrusting against yours - but not inside, you feel so empty, not inside - rocks you against the bed.
finally you sputter out, "please, please fuck me..." your knight laughs at you, a laugh so mean you feel like you're withering beneath it. they spank your sensitive little cunt once, twice, and each time you cry out so loud there's not a chance nobody heard you. then they press the red, flared head of their cock against your hole and push in. it hurts at first, the thickest part of them meeting the tightest part of you, and then there's a soft little pop and they slide a few inches inside.
you feel their cock, so hard, dripping precum, practically scraping your walls as they push all the way in, pressing up against the very deepest point of you. already your eyes roll back into your head, the sheer size of your knight pushing all the coherent thoughts out of your head - they wouldn't even have to fuck you with how big they are; your hole fluttering around their cock feels good enough as is.
but then they lean over you and begin to fuck you, hard, fast, their gloved hand sneaking between your legs to jerk at your cock. the first time you cum, you scream, slick beginning to slide down the insides of your thighs.. your knight forces your head into the pillows and just keeps going harder, so rough with your oversensitive little cock, so brutal with their thrusts.
then they lean over you again, their sheer weight keeping you pressed into the mattress. "i'm gonna cum," they whisper into your ear, "soil your sweet innocence, fill up your hole..." the thought makes your cock throb, and before you know it, you cum around their swollen dick - and that's all the stimulation they need to cum alongside you, thrusting so very hard into you, fucking you through the best orgasm you've ever had.
you lie panting on the bed, blissed out, sweat rolling down your back. then, your knight, still buried deep inside, leans over you and whispers, "do you think we're even close to being done?"
hhholyy fuck
u would just keep fucking me over & over & over again until my legs shake unable to close
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Prince who starts invalidating himself and going to royal events as a princess to please his family, knight who corners him later, not following any orders nor letting him come unless he admits he's a boy. (After all, the knight's job is to protect the prince)
Prince being pushed into an abandoned corridor and glaring at the knight.
“What is your problem?!”
“What’s yours? What is all this? Where are your button ups, your trousers? Why are you parading around in corsets and lace?”
Prince who scoffs and crosses his arms. He looks away from the knight and forces his eyes on some random tapestry on the wall.
“Father is done entertaining me. They let wear my hair short and wear my brothers clothes for years. But now I’m an adult, it’s time to stop playing pretend and be the princess the kingdom needs. They’re giving me some time to let my hair grow, and then I’ll be presented with suitors. Each from our ally kingdoms, and I will choose one to marry.”
Knight who shakes his head. It can’t be true. He has been at the prince’s side since they were kids, he’d know if he was protecting a girl. Even with the corset and light flowing fabrics, that’s a boy. That’s his boy.
The same boy who would wrestle with him in his room, and get scolded for stealing extra bread from the kitchen. There was never a princess, always a prince. And he was a damn good one. Whatever is happening here is hurting him, and as his knight it’s his job to make it right.
That’s why he doesn’t hesitate when he takes the sword to the dress. When he chops away at the skirt and watches the way it tears.
“Hey! What are you doing?!”
“Reminding you who you are! This isn’t you, you’re not a princess. You’re not some dainty girl who needs protecting, who falls in line and does whatever she’s told. Where’s your fire? Where are you? You’re an imposter standing infront of me. My prince would never-“
“Oh please! I was never your prince. You’re being ridiculous.” Prince that tried to push past the knight, only to be slammed backwards into the wall once again. “Stop that!”
“I don’t follow orders from any princess. Only my prince can command me.” As he pushes his hands under the torn fabric, feeling for that spot between his legs that he knows oh too well. His fingers quickly find the bundle of nerves that they’ve called his cock on many occasions.
“Oh fuck…”
“How can you say you’re a girl, hmm? When you get so worked up from having your cock played with. Silly boy, so confused. I’ll remind you, don’t worry.”
Pulling his head back by his hair and kissing all the spots he knows drives his boy crazy. Nobody knows the prince better than him. Teeth piercing into flesh, breathing uneven, and eyes glazed over with lust. Even in a dress, he can still see the boy buried underneath. Beautiful, breath taking, in need of rescue.
Prince’s hands cling to the knight, just as they have many nights before. It isn’t fair, the prince can only feel cold armor, while his knight is spoiled in the warmth of his cunt. Fingers rubbing and prodding, sliding through slick and pressing him further and further.
“Please please I have to cum please.”
Fingers that pinch at the small bud, making the prince moan and writhe.
“Who’s asking to cum?”
“Ah…fuck.. your princess is telling you. M..make me cum.”
Knight that clicks his tongue and stops the movement of his fingers.
“I only take orders from my prince.” His hand leaves his hair and instead wraps around the prince’s throat, both glaring at the other with no real hatred to fuel them. “Dress up is fun. But it’s time to stop playing around, little prince. My sweet boy. I know you’re in there. Come back to me and I’ll make you cum until you so many times you lose track.”
Prince letting out a shakey breath. He doesn’t want to disappoint his father, but it’s so hard. So hard pretending to be something he’s not and maybe that’s why he can’t stop the sob that leaves him as he falls forward and wraps his arms lovingly around his knight.
“Please…please? Get me out of here. Take me back to my- to our chambers and have me. Take me. Please, I need you.”
Knight who pauses, his arms falling to his sides.
“Who’s asking me?”
“Your Prince.”
Knight who wraps his arms around the trembling boy, kissing the top of his head before he picks him up.
u kno whats cool? tentacles that can wiggle inside ya. u kno whats also cool? knots. u know whats double cool? tentacles w knots that can wiggle around even while tied with you
where’s the royalty kink stuff that’s between a prince and a king of another kingdom? i’ve seen prince x knight (which i love), prince x thief, prince x prince, but consider: prince x king (from a different kingdom)
a king is visiting the kingdom to find a bride that will help keep peace between the nations. at the last kingdom. the king and queen are waiting with their sons and daughters, the princesses are lined up in their finest dresses, blushing or disinterested. time has been organised for the visiting king to spend with each of them to get to know them and see if they like each other, but each day the king’s gaze always wanders to one of their brothers in particular. each time the prince flushes and looks away, which only makes the king stare more. he corners the prince whenever he can, converses with him, convinces him to go out riding with him. he asks the prince if he might join him for a nightcap. blushing and eyes darting the prince worries if they will be seen, but accepts. the wine is forgotten about when the prince’s hands are clawing in the furs around the king’s shoulders as strong hands hold him in the king’s lap before picking him up and depositing him on the bed. the king is soft and coaxing with the virgin prince, telling him he doesn’t have to take his cock right away, but the prince is curious and eager. even after prepping him, the king stretches the prince out, hushing, stroking his sides, as his thrusts become rougher and his gentle voice never stops telling the prince how well he’s taking him, how warm and tight and perfect he is, how pretty he looks with his hair spilled around him, with tears pricking the corner of his eyes, with his lips flush and swollen. the king holds the prince through the night, knowing he has found his betrothed.
a prince from a fallen and ruined kingdom seeking refuge at a neighboring kingdom they’ve always had a rocky relationship with. the king smirks at the princeling and says he can stay in his palace for a price. at first he has the prince eat with him. then has clothes he wants the prince to wear set out. thin, light fabrics in pale blues and whites, gold and silver chains around his neck and waist and arms, pins for his hair, rouge for his cheeks, powder for his eyes. the prince has brought few clothes with him and picks from what feels the least humiliating to wear, until he notices how the king stares at him, how his eyes feast on him when the prince wears these clothes. he thinks he can turn this humiliation back onto the king if he plays into it, wears the most revealing clothes he can to distract the king. maybe he’d embarrass himself and lose track of his thoughts during important meetings, maybe he’d be so seduced that the prince could wrap him around his finger. though the king knew what games the prince was playing. he’d start putting his hands on the prince more, on his neck, on his hips, moving him around. the prince’s confidence seemed to disappear as the king made more and more advances. he wasn’t sure when he was reacting and responding to the touches on purpose as an act… or when he was naturally responding to them for real. by the time he’s let the king dress him in nothing but chains and jewels and he’s warming his cock while the king reads through important documents and when he’s bouncing on the king’s cock afterwards as a reward for keeping so still, he’s forgotten he was ever trying to act.
a prince and a king from waring kingdoms who end up stranded together, perhaps left for dead, and have to work together to get back to safety. the king mocks the prince for his brashness, for still having so much to learn, and the prince spits back at the king for being stuck in his ways, for being stubborn and lazy. they continue to fight, even as they bandage each other’s wounds and have to draw close together in front of the fires they build. when they wash in the stream the prince thinks he’s being sneaky when he glances at the king, scared body half submerged in water, but the king knows he’s being watched. eventually when their soldiers find them, the king has already fucked the prince on the dirt in front of their campfire with it’s flames dancing in the prince’s eyes, in a field during an argument as he pushed the prince’s face into the dirt and grass and pinned him there, against the bed of the river after holding the prince’s head underwater until he was spluttering around his cock. if the soldiers noticing the flush on the prince’s and king’s cheeks before they’ve even started arguing again, they don’t say anything. perhaps the prince asks his father to appoint him to be in charge of handling the peace treaty between the kingdoms so he can have an excuse to keep visiting the other king.
or something like that, i don’t know
[this is about and for trans mlm, dni if you are adding wlw takes in the tags or as additions to this post]
When your new roommate said the apartment was haunted, you thought he was crazy. He said the ghost was friendly, that he liked to move things around and knock on doors sometimes, that you didn’t need to worry, and you didn’t pay any mind to it because the apartment was really nice and cheap.
But now you know he was right. Kind of. He got two things wrong: there were more than one ghost, and they were not friendly. They were horny. They touch you anytime, anywhere, no matter what you’re doing. You go nights without sleep because they keep fingering you and fucking you with their invisible cocks. You can’t take a shower without your pussy and mouth being used. Your panties are always wet thanks to their constant teasing, but they almost never let you cum, so you’re perpetually needy.
You cannot possibly tell your roommate about the embarrassing situation, so you refuse to leave your bedroom if he’s home. But now he wants to introduce you to some of his friends who came to watch the superbowl and you’ve run out of excuses, so you have to do your best to keep it together and watch the game while the ghosts do whatever they want with you.
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ok but when is it my turn to be tied up on display for the enemy knights that have taken me captive. for my cheeks to burn with embarrassment and shame as the attackers i’ve been taught to hate my entire life look at me with sick delight and hunger at my vulnerable state. for the remains of my pretty royal clothes to sit shredded on the floor.
for the captain of the guard to step forward and let their rough gloved hands pull and tease and bruise my soft untouched skin. for them to roughly grab my chin and force me to make eye contact as their hand dips between my legs for the first time, rubbing my clit far more harshly than i’ve ever done with my own fingers. for them to undo their belt as my attitude dissolves and i beg them to stop, telling them they can do whatever they want with their hands but please nothing else. they ignore me, of course.
for every knight in the room to see me utterly broken on their leader’s cock, eventually giving up the struggle because it feels as good as it is rough. for them to make me finish, crying out as i cum harder than i ever have. for them to decide that they may not ask for a ransom at all, that the price for their new royal bedwarmer is far higher than my kingdom could imagine paying.
for them to laugh as they announce that i should have something to keep me full while they leave for their daily trainings, keep me wet and needy for them until they return to the barracks (maybe later they’ll even let the other knights touch me and use the rest of my body to get them all off— of course, the captain is the only one that gets to be inside of me). for them to pull out their sword, sharp and glistening and beautiful, and slowly push the thick hilt into me— as fun as it would be to thrust it fast and rough into me, they prefer to see my cute royal cunt slowly swallow every inch. for them to leave me helpless and dripping and ruined until they return to break me some more that evening.
godddd i want to be fucked by something unseen, where i can't do anything to stop it. whether it be a ghost that's turned itself invisible, or just a creature that's small enough to fit in my underwear, i don't care. i just want to be forced to cum again and again with no control over what's happening
like, out in public and forced to keep quiet and not react as something fucks into me or at home and reduced to a whining, drooling heap because of how many times it's forced me to come
even better if i'm out and about in public and i didn't realize it was there until it's too late for me to go back home, so i'm forced to deal with orgasm after orgasm in front of other people while not understanding what's going on
like, a ghost that haunts my house takes a liking to me and one day decides that just watching me get off isn't enough. and i have to suffer for making him so horny (even though i didn't realize i was doing it) and pounds into me while i'm on the train, making me cum again and again, freaked out bc i don't know what's going on but i have to keep quiet because there's other people on this bus and i don't want them to know that i've already orgasmed twice since getting on the train, and there's still two hours to go before i reach my stop. this is before he starts playing with my clit and i realize that he was going easy on me
or like, i'm going tent camping alone somewhere, and late at night, i'm having a wet dream. a small parasitic tentacle monster that feeds on human arousal smells how wet i am, and crawls into my panties and attaches itself to my pussy. it has a sucker over where my clit is, and several tentacles that can swell up and get bigger that it shoved into my pussy. i half wake up, and think i'm still dreaming when i feel something fucking into me and sucking on my clit, but after two orgasms i wake up fully and realize there's something actually there. i start panicking and try to sit up, only for the parasite to fuck me deeper and release some kind of aphrodisiac that makes me fall boneless to the floor. i'm terrified, even as the aphrodisiac kicks in, but i can't do anything to try and get it off because i feel boneless and my arms aren't working right. eventually, once i've resigned myself to my fate (and after it feels sated with how many times i've cummed) my arms start working again and i can get up, but by this point i cant do anything to get it off. so i go home. and occasionally have to call out of work because my parasite decided it was hungry, so i'm stuck cumming again and again until it's satisfied
sorry for how long this is, i just really want my pussy to be used without my consent lol
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