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It's kind of a silly fantasy, but the idea of being a servant for the beloved prince. Everyone in the kingdom believes him to be sweet, innocent, and kind. He could never do anything wrong. I'm the only one who knows what a pervert the prince is. He uses me for all of his dirty fantasies. When we are alone, he ties me up, blindfolds me, and has me hump his boot while he works. If i cum without his permission he'll toss me on his bed and spank me whispering cruel things to me. Of course, being a prince, he has to train. After every workout, he pushes me down and shoves my face into his bulge, and I can do nothing but helplessly suck his tcock. I'm not any better, tho I love the prince no matter how mean and perverted he is. After all, the prince could do no wrong.
I AM A MAN. Any misgendering will be met with being blocked immediately.
Lately you’d finally been able to take the leap, to flee the nest. With your deposit down and the keys in your hand you settle into a quiet but old little one bed out in the sticks, its peaceful even if it does need fixing up but you’d show it some love.
You had always been a little more sensitive to the other side, a gut feeling so to say and it didn’t take you long to notice the shifts in the air. The occasional creak, an object out of place and an every feeling of being watched crawling up your neck.
Today it felt much stronger as you flew across the house, painting rooms since the cans arrived this morning. The delivery man seeming a little skittish on the front porch but you paid it no mind, just happy to finally be able to show your new home some love.
Soft music was playing as you roll the paint in the tray, evening it out on the roller before brushing across the walls. A cold breeze brushes up your neck like a feather light whisper and with that a shiver up your spine. You decide to close the window deciding that you’d open them to air the room once you were done. Brushing off the light interruption you continue painting but this time there’s a pinch on your shoulder, you whip around to nothing there and the roller falls from your hand, the paint on your skin. Quietly you curse. The feeling had been like a muscle pinching but it was cold, odd.
Once the room is done you decide you’re done and head to the bathroom to wash up, the tap squeaks as it’s turned and water comes cascading from the shower head. Quickly the room steams and paint covered clothes are discarded as you step into the hot stream, relaxing with a sigh.
As you scrub your skin and wash your hair there’s a strange shift in the air like eyes on you but of course there’s nothing there but you and the sound of the hot water. Turning back to the wet wall your suddenly pushed harshly against the cold and damp tile, hissing as your breasts press to the wall. A gasp and a struggle but there’s pressure in your shoulder blades like something is pressing you to the wall, something cold
Your back is enveloped in a cold force that’s pushing you into the tile as you fight to push back. The pressure moves almost like…hands? Then a cold wisp of air against your ear, an almost rasped whisper.
“…warmmm…prettyyy…”
Harshly you shiver from the seemingly distant whisper even if it’s breathed against your ear. The pressure wanders against your sides, cold. Fear settles in your chest. The ‘hands’ find your hips and they’re pulled back, breasts still pressed to the tile as you’re handled into an arch.
“S-stop…”
“…neeeed…”
Suddenly your head flies back, body jerking as suddenly there’s something slowly pushing against your entrance and pushing against it. You fight to protest, to get away but one of your legs is lifted and pressed to the wall, bent at the knee. You scream as you’re stretched and split apart but nobody can hear you out here.
When the stretch and push stops your forehead thumps against the tile in front of you, eyes drifting down and your cunt is parted, hole wide around seemingly nothing even though you can feel the fill. You’re pressed back to the wall as the force begins to move slowly, gasping at the cold on your gradually warming skin.
“…mmmphhhh…”
Your cunt is split and filled, being fucked slowly at first. The slow movements cause your breath to catch in pants, slowly gripping tighter onto seemingly air. Deep rasps are groaned against your neck as the ghost fucks your cunt. Of course this place is haunted and of course the spirit is powerful enough to affect the living realm this much.
The spirits cock is filling you well all things considered and as he drags himself deeper and a little faster something snaps, you relax a little, breasts sliding down the tile as you arch a little further and split your legs wider. Needy sounds spilling from your lips from the sight of being fucked by something you can’t see with your human eyes, like a blindfold you will never remove.
“…gooooood…”
The deep breathy rasp praises gently and you rock back against him lightly and the gentle pace snaps into a deep pounding, you melt against the steamy tiles. Now you’re being used as a doll as the ghost seeks its forced relief, jaw slack and eyes in your skull as the tip of the force drags against your sweet spot.
“A-ah! G-gonna-aaahhh”
It isn’t much longer until the cold presses tightly to your back and you feel the familiar sensation of being filled, the deep push causes your cunt to spasm and tighten hotly. You claw at the walls as you clamp down and tumble from your peak, it’s absolutely delightful and euphoric. The cold brushes gently against you, holding you up and eliciting a few shivers before it fades completely. You’d just been fucked by your new homes resident ghost.
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omg please write a piece about reader getting fucked by a ghost i neeeeed it
Hey, anon! Fear not, I shall deliver. I wasn't sure whether you wanted afab or amab, so I went with the usual afab. I'm happy to rewrite it into amab, if anyone wants it!(^ω^)
Edit: Here is the amab version!
Feel free to send me asks and requests or little imagines, I'm always happy to expand upon it, it gets the creative juices flowing a little. ^-^
NSFW, Minors DNI, I can see you.
TW: dub-con
Anyway, enough talk. Here's Reader getting not-so-respectfully railed by a ghost:
When your grandma left you a house after she passed, you assumed your troubles would finally be over, and for a while, they were. When you moved in, things were amazing. You didn't have to worry about rent anymore, and the utilities were surprisingly cheap. It's like you hit the jackpot, finally able to live with a few less worries.
Obviously, when you weren't working or hanging out with the odd friend that came over, you spent your time at home, keeping yourself occupied, mostly by either watching something, playing something, or masturbating out of boredom.
Things continued like that for a while, until you found a rather cryptic note from your late grandma that explained in unnecessary detail how there was a ghost living in the house. She strictly referred to the ghost as "him" and mentioned he was fairly friendly, unless provoked, and even then he would only play pranks on you.
Being the rational person that you are, you chalked it up to grandma being senile and that she was just keeping herself entertained since she lived in the house all alone. It would have been fine if that's where it stopped.
One night, your old friend came over, and you did your usual routine of watching something, and then halfway through, you ended up fucking. That's where it really all began.
The next morning, things were on the ground, not like someone had ransacked the place, but it was noticeable enough, though of course you thought it must've been just your old friend who had knocked some stuff over while leaving in a hurry. When you went to bend over to pick some things up, you could feel something grabbing your ass, and without hesitation, you turned around, only to be faced with nothing. Maybe you were going crazy, you thought; it wasn't an awfully strong grip, so maybe it was something your body did.
This excuse became increasingly less effective as time went on. You felt hands everywhere and at the worst times. Caressing your arms and legs, tracing your stomach and back. Eventually it got to the point where you could feel a hand slipping into your pants, playing with your clit. Of course, you were scared at first. Something was clearly there, and it reminded you of the letter your grandma left you.
You began shouting at the ghost. Telling it to stop fucking around and leave you alone. However, the ghost didn't really care; you broke his one rule that he had agreed on with your grandma, and even if you didn't know, he was going to punish you. How dare you bring another man into his house and have the audacity to fuck him?
His touching escalated the more you allowed him. Eventually you noticed a mouth and a wet tongue licking your neck, tracing down to your breasts. It seemed strange, considering you were usually clothed when this happened, yet it felt like it was touching your skin directly. The licking felt nothing like what your old friend would do, although in truth the sex with him wasn't all that good and really just a way to get fucked every once in a while.
Before you knew it, multiple hands were all over you, joined by at least three tongues licking you. This made no sense; you wondered if there were multiple ghosts. It became increasingly difficult to even find the logic in this when you were constantly being groped and licked. One tongue had found its permanent place on your sensitive nub, flicking and sucking it with every move you made; one was carelessly sucking on one of your nipples, alternating with one hand that usually played with the other one. The third mouth seemed to like making out with you, its tongue constantly shoved in your mouth, wrestling yours.
Despite feeling all these ministrations as if they were real, when you looked at your reflection, there was nothing there. Your mouth was gaping, but nothing was in it; your panties were soaked beyond belief most of the time, yet nothing seemed to be there. But truly, the worst part about it all was that it wouldn't let you finish. Whenever you were just about to cum, the mouth disappeared before continuing its torture. It took about two days before you couldn't take it anymore, pleading with the ghost to let you cum. It didn't listen, though it did use more hands to restrict you when you went to touch yourself before shoving something inside of you.
It wasn't much of a sensation, and you felt it curl, so you naturally assumed it was the finger of another hand. “Please,” you began whimpering every other minute, your tone getting more needy with every ruined orgasm that he put you through as minutes began to feel like hours.
“I'll do anything,” you finally managed to choke out through tears as he played with your sodden pussy for what you could only register as an eternity again, bent over the kitchen counter, legs held apart, wrists gripped tightly by the ghost. For a moment, there was nothing but stillness; all the mouths stopped what they were doing, and most of the hands disappeared too, except the ones keeping you in place.
“Anything?” A shiver ran down your spine as you heard the noise that you assumed to be the ghost's voice. It sounded distant and more like the wind howling than a human voice, yet you knew immediately who it was. You nodded, the tears running down your face falling onto the kitchen counter, your twitching cunt trying to feel any sort of stimulation now that the mouths and hands were gone.
“Yes, anything.” The words came out before you could even attempt to stop them, accompanied by a howling sound, which made you wonder whether it was meant to be a laugh or not.
Another few moments passed before a loud noise forced itself out of your mouth at the sensation of something stretching you open. It was long and thick, covered in strange bumps, providing nothing but the most torturous pleasure as it thrust into your hungry cunt at a punishing pace.
Despite your mind still questioning whether this was okay and logical, your body was writhing against the kitchen counter, hands still held still by him, your legs forced apart as he fucked you from behind. No matter how much you attempted to stop it from happening, desperate, high-pitched mewling sounds escaped your lips at a rapid rate as you felt another orgasm approach, hoping this would be the one to finally let you cum after two days of torture.
“What a willing little slut,” the ghost taunted with his howling voice, making him sound distant yet all around you at once. The insults made you mewl louder; something about being used like this by a ghost made your pussy clench harder.
In a small moment of defiance, you glanced back at what might be behind you, but just as expected, there was nothing. Despite your pussy being stretched to an almost painful level, gaping around air, no figure was there to account for it.
Just as your orgasm threatened to spill over, something was shoved into your mouth, making your jaw hurt, before it found its way down your throat, drowning out your mewls and desperate groans.
“Be quiet, whore. I'm not done with you yet.” With those words, your eyes fluttered closed as you let this torture continue for another minute or two, pussy and throat both stuffed full with invisible cocks, bigger than any human's you've ever had. The thought alone was enough to trigger your orgasm, finally sending you over that sweet edge with a loud groan that only came out as a hum. Your body went limp from the impact, and you saw stars in front of your eyes, the ghost holding you up by your wrists as if it were nothing.
Without a word or even a moment to spare, he kept slamming into you, the bumps rubbing against your insides, making you feel like you were stuck in a never-ending orgasm for a moment before it did finally subside, though you could feel the cocks twitch, their movements becoming more erratic and aggressive. You tried to say something, but your throat was simply too stuffed to make any worthwhile noise.
Suddenly, you felt a hot sensation in both of your holes, almost making you gag and cry in pain, as the sheer amount of ectoplasmic seed forced its way into your womb and down your throat, spilling back into your mouth, even running down your chin. Before you could fully register what happened, you were dropped, the ghost probably leaving you to deal with the aftermath. As you lay there, the sheer amount of cum almost formed a small puddle on the ground, your fucked-out pussy leaking more as you desperately tried to swallow the remnants in your mouth.
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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.
getting fucked by your sleep paralysis demon, frozen in place. you have no choice but to take him as he slams his monstrous cock into your warm, tight cunt over and over again, filling you up to the brim. waking up in the morning thinking what a weird dream you had until you feel his sticky white goo sliding down your thighs <3
I want to be like a ghost at will. Intangible and invisible. Able to slip into your room and layer kisses down your body whilst you sleep. Able to mess with your clothes while you're walking about in public.
Maybe even finding you while you're having dinner with some friends and fucking you through your chair. Making you try to keep a straight face as I fill you with my cum.
If you try to go to the bathroom to get cleaned up I'll fuck you again in there. Maybe that time I'll cum on your face? The world is supposed to know that you're my slut after all.
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Love the idea of having a cute little puppy to have on a leash
Using it to pull them into a deep kiss
Using it to hold them in place while I touch their puppy parts, making them leak on the spot
Pulling a cute puppy into my crotch, letting them sniff and lick my pussy, calling them my good pet
Pulling my adorable puppy into my embrace, and having their puppy parts rub and enter my pussy, whispering into their ear to breed mommy as they knot me <3
Tighten the collar round my neck and just watch my brains go melting away. Yank me around on the leash and I'll move wherever you want without resistance. I'll beg you to hit me, to hurt me, to do what you want to me as long as I can feel you. Shove it in my mouth and I'll take it all like a good girl, I'll choke however much you want me to. Just make me bark and I'll be yours forever, humping against your leg just to feel you <3 make me brainless
Got hard as fuckkkk last night imaging being the servant, butler, etc that sorta thing to some rich asshole prince. I was imagining being just his little toy, all my actions completely up to his will.
I kept imagining I was being rode and cock warmed by him, his pussy clamping down on me, all clenching and warm and wet. Kept thinking about him pulling my hair, wrapping his hands around my throat, telling me I better not cum inside him, my cum isn’t worthy of his womb. He made me thank him for not letting me cum. He kept telling me all about how THIS, being inside his cunt in general, was a privilege not many of his servants even get. That I should be thankful for his graciousness. I kept having to tell him “thank you for your graciousness, my lord”, “thank you for not letting me cum, my prince.” As I thrust up into into him. Every time I was close he went faster, trying to make me break and cum anyways.
After an eternity of edging, breaking me, he let me cum. Finally letting me cream his tight little hole, telling me “Go ahead, fill me up then, since it seems to be all you’re good for!” And ohhhhh my god did I. Squirted all over my sheets. Afterwards he’d make me clean him all, all nice and tidy with a warm rag as I sat disheveled, our messes still covering my body.
I don’t know WHY it made me cum as hard as I did, but ohhhhh it did.
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ok this is kinda mean but imagine jerking him off and he's getting overstimulated, so hes trying to cling onto you but instead of giving him the comfort that he needs you push him off and go faster