smut repository

Imagine you just moved into a new house. The AC is busted which sucks when it's hot as fuck out but hey who are you to complain when it was so suspiciously cheap?

Because of aforementioned heat, the only way you can comfortably fall asleep is naked. As you lay down for bed that night, you get an odd feeling. Too exhausted from the big move, you chalk it up to the anxiety of sleeping in a new home and go to sleep.

You're having a wonderful dream about your favorite fantasy when suddenly you're awoken by the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced. You have no time to acclimate to what's going on- you're immediately made aware of how your body is being violently bounced- no, fucked against the headboard of your bed.

Your legs are being held up by god knows what- something you try to discern when your gaze snaps to between your legs only to see nothing there except your embarrassingly wet cunt. The mirror at the foot of the bed, which you never got around to moving, confirms what you're trying to wrap your mind around in a mix of both fear and arousal: you're being fucked by something invisible.

A few more thrusts of the massive force inside of you has you crying out, the pleasure overwhelming- but your moans are cut short by another invisible presence forcing itself into your open mouth.

Drool and tears stream down your face as you gag and get pounded between two beings you can't see. You're quickly brought to the edge of another orgasm when suddenly both invisible masses rip free of you, leaving you coughing and gaped.

You're about to whine until you're manhandled into a new position. Your ghostly assailants waste no time, stuffing you full once more- except this time there's a third in your ass now, too. Your new otherworldly friends use you over and over all night, until you reach an orgasm so good that you pass out.

When you wake up in the morning, there's no evidence that the events of last night were anything more than the most erotic dream you've ever dreamt- though it is quite embarrassing to have squirted in your sleep..

Later that day, you're just out and about running a few necessary errands when you feel something prodding at your clothed cunt. You freeze, looking around only to find you're seated in the back of the bus alone. You brush it off as just your body being weird and readjust how you're sitting.

A few minutes go by, and the prodding is back- albeit more insistent. You're just about to get up and check under you to see if you're sitting on anything when you feel something slam into your defenseless cunt.

Involuntarily, you let out a moan. Your gratitude for the bus being empty doesnt last long, however- as it reaches the next stop and a dozen or so people flood in. All the while, your ghost is still fucking up into you with the force of a freight train.

It's a Herculean task to pretend as if your pussy isn't being ruthlessly pounded into oblivion. You're biting your lip so hard you've made it bleed- and you're gripping the seat besides you so tightly that your knuckles have turned white.

At one point, you try pressing all your weight down in order to stop yourself from bouncing on the massive cock inside of you, but the phantom grip on your hips just tightens and begins using you as a fleshlight.

The ghosts don't care if you're embarrassed, or overstimulated. They're going to fuck you wherever they want, whenever they want, for as long as it takes to satisfy them. You'll accept the job of being their free use slut, eventually. You know you love it.

but i’m so wet you can’t believe how easy it is to slowly push inside me. i stir softly, but don’t wake. and you can feel me hot around you, like im cockwarming you instead of that piece of plastic. you thrust slow and soft, watching my lips part as you start to feel good, but i don’t have a clue what you’re doing to me. with each thrust you get faster and more possessive, touching me more and more when you hear my moaning get a little bit louder with each thrust. you tell me i’m a slut for being so wet, and a good girl for being a slut. you’re using me and listening to me, feeling so good, using my body as you pleased, calling me a good wet ready slut for you.

then, you realize i’m still unconscious. my eyes are still fluttering closed, i don’t respond to your calls. i’m still asleep and drugged up - but i’m moaning even as you’re fucking me. i feel good even if i don’t know it, because your cock was inside of me and my body couldn’t help but react like this. like a slut, who’s been craving for cock all this time. it’s like i’m getting what i deserved.

and that’s when you realize i’m not going to stop you. i’m not even going to remember this happened. you could do anything you want to me, and i’d never know - but you knew, deep down even if i were to fully wake up and say no, i actually did want it. i wouldn’t be so wet and horny for you if i didn’t, right?

i don’t hear myself mewling and crying as you’re railing me, and calling me every single dirty and degrading name you’ve ever wanted to say. it’s so hard to stay awake, my mind still so high and my body so weak as you roughly force me to a better position to take your cock even deeper. i’m barely lucid, even as you twist my nipples and bend me over the bed, but you can hear my reactions and you make me moan and gasp. you could slap my ass and i’d stay delirious. my cunt pulses around you as you can feel your own orgasm building, and you’re gripping my hips and bruising me as you painfully and properly fuck me like i’m just your toy.

Let's see, we have:

Our glorious: mommy kink ✅

Their wicked: incest/fauxcest ❌

Our glorious: femboys ✅

Their wicked: sissies ❌

Our glorious: CNC ✅

Their wicked: rapeplay ❌

Our glorious: boys, twinks, femboys, service subs (common theme is that there are multiple of them) ✅

Because like this is how it actually works for me at least:

Some of the things in the green circle would literally disgust me in the other tiers

Some of it is even stuff that other people would find very normal and pedestrian

Sexual partners calling each other "babe" > outside of written fiction is an immediate boner killer for me but in a piece of writing can be hot

Like c'mon

Some things are only fun in your head when there are no actual bodily fluids or clean up or effort needed