real dog boy hours

THIS SEX DUNGEON IS AN OUTPOST OF THE U.S. GOVERNMENT he/ they, late twenties, minors dni

[vamptits]

anytime I'm worried about becoming a boring medium ugly man with testosterone I just think of all the boring medium ugly men my awesome beautiful online mutuals want to fuck and I feel better. and a little scared cause I know the other stuff they want to do to those guys

[lazy4honey]

Can you pls do a part 2 of Oneironaut?

Sure! For those interested: Oneironaut (1) - Fae Meadow

Oneironaut - Devouring Depths

Divider by @uzmacchiato

Trigger Warning: Thalassophobia

Contains: present tense, amab!reader with genderbent crotch x sentient ghostly jellyfish-like entity (it/its), dubious consent, underwater in the deep dark so sensory deprivation, tentacles, groping, tentacle p in v, overstimulation, masturbation, 1.9k words, NSFW & MDNI

✧ Good to know: The ocean trench is specifically a reference to the Mariana Trench, which is at its deepest about 11 kilometers or 6,8 miles deep. It’s fascinating!

✧ Good to know 2: Both a penis and a clitoris have a shaft, foreskin, and glans, and can grow erect when aroused

As oneironaut of the Department of Anomalies, it is your job to travel through other staff’s induced dreams and retrieve the specified objects from them. Sometimes they’re seemingly ordinary daily necessities, other times they are grotesque things radiating nightmarish energies.

Your superiors decided that you did very well last time, so this time around, they asked you to retrieve a pearl. The information claimed for it to be at the bottom of a lake, but when you really get there, it seems more like an abyssal ocean trench. Everywhere is dark and deathly silent, tiny bubbles, particles, and creatures sparsely illuminated by your headlamp drifting past. All you hear are your breathing, the blood rushing through your body, and the quiet groan of water.

Before you can even move, the watch-shaped integrated radar and map on your wrist starts beeping in alarm. Amidst the interwoven holographic blue lines, a red dot signaling an entity and a white dot representing your target are slowly approaching.

You frown, mildly annoyed by this inconvenience.

In these kinds of dreams, nearly all entities turn hostile the moment they realize what you are after. And the ones that don't... always want something else. Disregarding one you refuse to remember, there was one that wanted to steal your equipment, and another wanted to hitch a ride on you into reality. That wasn’t fun. It also dragged out your mission time, making you look bad.

With a sigh, you reach to the back of your waist and pull out your gun. The fusion core at the side glows dimly in the dark water, energy bullets ready to go.

Time passes and the beeping gets faster as the dots approach.

A while later, you should be able to see them.

Yet there is nothing.

The ocean trench gapes beneath you like an enormous maw waiting to devour you, and the water pressure squeezes you from all around, dead silence enveloping you like a tomb.

Just as you think that this is bad, you feel something brush against you. You have no idea when it got so close to you, but it is up against your arm one moment, then rubbing around your leg the next. Invisible and untouchable, that entity keeps pressing close as if checking what kind of thing you are.

At the same time, your radar keeps beeping. Every time the entity gets close, it beeps maddeningly, urging you to do something, yet you don't even know where the fucking thing is!

Then, you suddenly catch a glimpse of... something.

In the dark water, beneath the light of your headlamp, it shimmers as it moves, iridescent like an oil spill. The touch is soft and gooey, until a claw obviously presses against the seam of your diving suit. Following it, a sensation as cold as the oceanic depths seeps in, nestling between the fabric and your skin.

You struggle uncomfortably.

If self-harm didn’t lead to immediate waking up, you would have shot yourself by now to get rid of that thing. Unfortunately, you have to bear with it.

Feeling irritated by the radar’s constant beeping and the cold, gooey touch crawling along your limbs, you try to find your target. According to the radar map, it should be here. Very close, even. Yet nothing around you looks like a pearl. Unless...

You hurriedly focus all your attention on the entity entangling you.

The iridescent shimmer has a structure to it, only obvious under close scrutiny. It has a big membrane, a little like a sail, and many tentacles, combining into an oddly humanoid shape that moves through the water like a jellyfish. As for the claws you felt, you can’t make out any, though you suspect they might be attached to the tentacles. Which seem to be crawling into your suit.

Gritting your teeth, you aim the fusion core gun at the big membrane floating before you. However, before you can press the trigger, you spot a white, perfectly round, vaguely glowing orb within it.

In this moment of inattention, the ghostly jellyfish entity reaches your crotch.

You gasp in shock and tremble at the cold, soft touch. Even worse, you are aroused by it, mind flashing back to how you got your cunt, and very inappropriately wondering with anticipation whether you are about to get ravaged again.

On that note, it would be nice to get your dick and balls back. Right now, your cunt somehow smells like that damned bewitching flower, as if the fae prince’s cum was its nectar and had marked your cunt as good-to-fuck in some way, and anything that presses against your big clit, be it clothes or a seat, makes you feel horny.

Your clit grows engorged as the gooey touch wanders further down through your pubic hair, and you helplessly thrash in the darkness in a feeble attempt at resistance. Rationality keeps telling you to focus on your mission, to do your task and leave. But emotionally, you keep finding reasons why that is currently impossible.

For example, the iridescent ghost entity is wrapped around you. It is even in your suit. You would have to forcibly terminate the dream connection to get away, and then you would be leaving without the pearl. That wouldn’t be good. Also... you are so horny. Ever since the fae prince fucked you, you haven’t been close to anyone, yet you constantly long for... something. You didn’t even dare touch your new genitals, too confused and admittedly a little scared, and you have a lot of pent-up sexual frustration.

The entity reaches your fat clit. It’s so cold you shiver, softly enveloping the nub with its gooey touch. A little claw protrudes from somewhere, trailing along your glans and pulling back your foreskin.

Your cunt throbs at the stimulation. You can feel yourself growing wet, eagerly anticipating more.

Seeing close to nothing, floating in the water as if weightless, hearing only your thumping heartbeat and hurried breaths, you get more and more excited. The thought of being fucked by an unknown entity fully occupies your mind. It is the thrill of wanting something taboo, violating virtues and morals by merely desiring. Being deprived of your hearing and sight only adds to the feeling, both as if you are safe and about to be caught at any moment.

The heat of your breath fogs up your helmet, and so you don’t even notice how the jellyfish-like membrane completely envelops you. Gooey tentacles enter without breaking, gently attaching to your skin, and a pair even wraps around your chest to slowly knead and rub.

Your eyelids flutter as you sink.

You feel your fat clit being stroked, from the glans down the shaft and back up again, and reflexively thrust. This is rather difficult underwater, but the iridescent entity catches your drift. It squeezes you firmly and lightly scrapes a tiny claw against the tip of your glans while stroking, sending pleasurable shivers up your spine and into your brain one after another. At the same time, its claws gently tease your nipples, the sharp tips leaving tiny trails of stimulating in their wake.

Thoughts are scrambled by pleasure. Your own moans dully resonate within your helmet as the gooey tentacles explore your body. Warmed by your rising body temperature, squeezed between your skin and your suit, it undulates with your breath, almost like it wants to merge with you.

The thing’s grip on your clit tightens and its movements accelerate, jerking your clit until you come.

Your cunt throbs and flutters, squelching as your channel contracts around nothing. It is a strange sensation to feel your insides, soft and moist and wet, almost like rubbing your tongue against itself but as smooth and soft and velvet.

The feeling leaves you a little panicked, and then all thoughts vanish from your mind as a tentacle of the jellyfish-like creature parts your folds. With a squelch, it enters your sopping cunt, followed by another two or three gooey appendages. They have a texture like jelly yet more pliable, easily squeezed by your walls, and the way they move inside you, writhing and undulating, makes you gasp.

You expect it to thrust, yet it doesn’t. Instead, the tentacles repeatedly expand and shrink, stuffing one more tentacle into you after each expansion. The amount and movement gradually fill your cunt until it feels crammed, pressing against your insides and stretching your entrance. At the same time, it hits all your sensitive spots, reaching so deep you mean to feel your belly bulge. And as if that wasn’t enough, the jellyfish creature keeps rubbing your fat clit and nipples, almost acting like it could milk those three nubs.

Pleasure slowly builds and reaches its peak, and you come with a cry no one but you can hear. It makes your abdomen tense, the rapid contractions squeezing some kind of fluid warmed by your body temperature out of the tentacles, accumulating in your belly and spilling out past the tentacles’ gaps.

After your orgasm, once you relax, every little squeeze from the ghostly jellyfish-like thing makes you tremble. Even worse is how the tentacles stuffing your cunt shift, going as far as to use your momentary relaxation to cram a few more into you. They stretch you so much it starts to hurt, yet you are still aroused, lust ignited by all the tugging and kneading and rubbing. You want to stop, but it feels so good, and then the tentacles start expanding and shrinking again, as if pulsing or pumping…

You come a third time, much faster than before.

Your orgasm wracks your body. It leaves you caught in the throes of pleasure, constantly enticing you while teetering on the brink of overstimulation.

Afterwards, you completely lose track of everything. The tentacles fuck you from one climax into the other until you are coming twice a minute, your cunt slick and throbbing. Every little touch causes you to twitch and moan and beg for it to stop, even when your muscles are tired and your voice hoarse, as if determined to make you pass out.

Unable to resist, you have to bear it all.

When you finally regain consciousness, you are already back in the dreamer capsule. Heart hammering in your chest, every pulse causes your body to ache, especially your chest and cunt. It seems your nipples and clit are severely swollen, and you mean to feel your cunt gape from being used so much.

Just as you are grinding your teeth, the researcher in charge enters the room and starts praising you for another job well done. But you have no mind to entertain them, waving your hand and letting them quickly leave so you can wash.

And as it turns out, this is truly necessary. Getting out of the capsule makes the diving suit rub against your overstimulated nipples and other spots, leaving you trembling as you wobble over to the bathroom. Undressing is the next hurdle, once again especially tormenting your nipples that have actually doubled in size.

Once out of the suit filled with sweat and slick, you hop under the shower. The water drops that normally feel like a light massage now seem to pound your skin, and one wrong turn elicits an unexpected moan.

You quickly cover your mouth, but your cunt is already throbbing again.

Not knowing what you are thinking, you reach down, trembling at your own touch grazing your clit. And then you gasp. Your cunt has been stretched so much you can easily fit three fingers inside, and you are still so sensitive that just unskillfully fingering yourself makes you orgasm outside of the dream.

Betrayed and defeated by your own body, you swear to take a good, long break, and the next time you enter a dream, you’ll shoot anything that moves!

[wiltkingart]

penitence

[foxgirltail]

Ghosts aren't real, it was probably just the house settling that gave you that blowjob

[garlicbunny]

“ok lets do warm up sketch”

“oh..”

[wiltkingart]

the outsider's lapdog

[johannestevans]

Trans dude at a university offered a live-in position at an infamous werewolf frat - so long as he does some chores, mainly stuff like washing dishes and cleaning, he doesn't need to pay rent or frat dues

And it's... it's okay. Very bro-y environment, the guys are all pretty intense about what they do, whether it's sports or sorcery or fucking literature and theatre, they take it Serious, and they can get rowdy when they amp each other up

But they're all fucking hot, obviously. Many of them visibly wolfish outside of the full moon - tipped ears, sharp teeth, yellow and amber eyes, the hair - and then fully transforming a few nights a month

Many of them big and rippling with muscle, either more visibly toned or with fat and power packed on top; even the leaner guys are still muscular in fox-like ways, very fast on their feet

A few of them tease him, drunkenly pull his face into their tits or their armpits and laugh and jeer and flirt with him, and he always quickly puts himself to work bc he's embarrassed by how fucking horny he is

Then one of them leaning on his doorframe one day and going, "hey, man, could you do me a favour? I'm like, super backed up, I need a hand or I'm gonna fucking explode"

And the dude is kinda half-asleep, was dozing with a vintage train magazine in front of him, and kinda blearily starts to sit up like, "huh? Yeah, sure, i can help, what do you need?"

And the werewolf is like, "ugh, thanks, dude, i appreciate it" as he walks in, doesn't even close the door, and the trans guy doesn't get what's happening, doesn't grok it, even as the werewolf goes, "nah, man, you don't have to get up"

And flips him onto his back so goddamn casually, his head falling off the side of the bed, and suddenly eight inches of wolfcock is unsheathed and sliding down his throat as he squeals and arches off the bed

Werewolf groaning in relief above his head and holding his throat in both his hands, not even really thrusting his hips but just sliding home and then letting his knot swell fist-sized in the trans guy's mouth

Whining and shouting and kicking as the werewolf basically just lets out all that fucking tension, pumping hot, heavy come down his throat and making his belly lurch and swell with it, utterly deaf to his struggling and yelling

The noises muffled, his nose shoved into the frat guy's heavy, furry balls, and he's agonisingly horny at the fucking taste of it, salty and heavy and so thick it's weighing him down, belly pregnant-looking as the frat bro pats it idly

Finally being left almost passed out, head still hanging off the edge of the bed, pinned under the weight of his come-stuffed stomach, bleary and confused and drooling, cunt soaked and open

Only getting ten minutes of respite before word gets around exactly what kind of relief he's offering, and a line of other wolfmen come in to make use of all three holes he has

[johannestevans]

I am writing this one 🥰 2.3k into this guy getting blown up with werewolf cock

[johannestevans]

eyyyyyyy

A little under 3k of a trans guy having his throat used as a cocksleeve by a well-meaning werewolf frat bro who's just trying to chill himself out before a test <3

Casual use, objectification, cumflation, a bit of degradation!

Lucked Out

Erotic short. Warren Rabbitt does chores in a frat house full of werewolves… and then some. 2.8k, rated E, cis M werewolf/trans M dude. Cumf

[wiltkingart]

horseboy bondage / part 3

[aviancali]

sneaking away from the party.. 🌙💗

[orpheuslament]

do any of you guys remember that sculpture of theseus & the minotaur that lowkey looks like theseus is riding the minotaur like his life depends on it

[gutsheapofrawiron]

this one?

[justfriendsbestthings]

Is the lowkey in the room with us?

[glitched-eyes]

Saw this when I was in London this summer, I stopped my friend to point at it and said "holy shit it's the statue of Theseus fucking the Minotaur" in the middle of the very busy museum.

[xenobean]

Thought to myself that there was no way it actually looked like this from all angles. I’ve been proven wrong. Perhaps if you get real close you can see some space between them but it sure looks like passionate gay minotaur sex to me.

[violetta-mondarev]

One of the hottest things ever if we're being honest

[collar-and-tooth]

The dungeon meshi manga is responsible for so much incredibly hot body horror. My favorite panels:

[monstersflashlight]

Do ghosts count as ‘monsters’? Cause if they do imagine moving into a haunted house and suddenly waking up in the middle of the night feeling surprisingly full, looking down and not seeing anything. Or bending over the kitchen island while reading through some mail, skimpy shorts and a skimpy top on when you suddenly start getting pounded from behind… OR WANDERING HANDS WHILE YOURE IN THE SHOWER, ugh so many ideas…so many hot ideas 😞😞

Someone else asked: Hi! Would you make more ghost content, please? Like a horror fan moving into a haunted house, then getting randomly and repeatedly getting sexy surprises or something. Uh, if you're interested, that is. If not, don't worry about it. :)

Hi anons! Ghost def count as monsters. You can find another story about ghosts here and a short txt here. This one went way overboard with and I'm in fucking love with it, it's probably top 5 hottest things I've ever written. Hope you like it!

Spectro-cum

Ghosts x fem!human || free use, groping, dub-con

You didn’t think ghost existed until you found yourself living in a haunted house.

When you saw the price of rent you didn’t think twice about moving in. It was so cheap and the house was so big, and the pics looked phenomenal. You should have asked yourself why it was so cheap in the current housing market. You should have guessed it was wrong in some way. And it was.

Things started to become weird when things moved on their own. At first, they just moved some keys, opened some doors… No big deal, you weren’t going to move out of a great house just because there were a few ghosts living there. They didn’t pay rent, but you didn’t care about roommates. It was okay, just annoying, but okay. You found your stuff soon enough, the cabinets and doors could be closed. You were fine.

Then the touching started. You were bending down to grab something under the sofa when you felt something pinching your ass. You screamed, startled and a bit mad. You turned around, but nobody was there. Of course nobody was, they were fucking ghosts in your haunted house. Dang. What started as a pinch developed into caressing your ass, your legs, your neck… They let their ghostly hands caress your body every once in a while, making you shiver and frown. But it was still not enough to kick you out of a good house. You could deal with the ghosts, the housing market not so much.

But it didn’t end there. They started groping you. You woke up one day with what felt like hands holding you down, you trashed and tried to get free as ghostly laughs sounded around your room. You cursed them as they undressed you and played with your tits for what felt like hours. Probably was. They pinched and twisted and sucked on your nipples until they were puffy and oversensitive, until your pussy was so wet you could hear the slickness every time you rubbed your thighs together. And they didn’t even make you come, they just disappeared when they got tired. You had to touch yourself after. Fucking ghosts.

The groping started to be a bit annoying. You could be bending down and someone pulled your panties down and probed your asshole. You cursed them and they left with a laugh. Another time you were doing laundry and ghostly hands held you inside the washing machine like you were in a bad porno. They poured some detergent on your ass and fondled you until they got bored. At some point, they ripped your clothes off and started groping you in the middle of the hallway. You liked that shirt, damn it.

And then they went beyond all you were expecting. You were showering one morning and you felt the water turning cold, their latest discovery, making your nipples pebble under the spray. You cursed out loud when you heard the ghostly laugh and the water stopped. And then they stopped playing. Hands grabbed your arms and pinned them to the wall, more hands took your ankles and held them apart. Another hand started pinching and caressing your boobs, making you groan involuntarily, your pussy getting wet. You didn’t know how many of them there were, but the amount of hands you could feel in your body said at least four.

One of them took upon himself to spread your pussy lips, spreading your wetness all over your clit and frantically rubbing it. Your legs gave out under their assault, but they didn’t let you fall. They held you in the air as you felt a dick being shoved inside of you. You cried out as he hit your G-spot repeatedly, some fingers kept rubbing your pussy. And without a second to spare, the one fucking you came, you felt him twitching and shooting inside of you. You looked down and there was some kind of blue liquid leaking out of you, sticky and slimy. Gross. The next one took his place, same thing. A few dozen thrusts and they were coming inside of you. When they all finished and you were dripping, they took upon themselves to pinch every sensible place of your body until you came. They released you then, your pussy a mess of spectro-cum and your body spent after being tag-teamed by ghosts. Fucking ghosts.

From that point on, it was like a magical limit had been lifted. They used you wherever and whenever they feel like it. It was weird the moment of the day that you didn’t have some ghost cum dripping down your legs. You opted out of wearing panties a couple days ago, tired of having them ruined. You stopped wearing pants, too, what was the point if they’ll end up messy either way.

They had no limits, and they had no worries about you either. They didn’t care if you were awake or asleep, eating or busy with something. One second you were reading through your mail and you felt a cock filling you to the brim, pounding into you without any preamble. They didn’t even try to satisfy you anymore, they just used you as a cum-dump for their come, jerking themselves inside of your pussy and leaving soon after. You sighed and kept doing whatever you were doing at the moment, tired and sore, but so turned on that it was almost painful.

Usually they used you one at a time, giving you a while to get yourself together and do some stuff around the house before you felt another cock shoved inside. But sometimes they didn’t even wait a few minutes. Sometimes not even seconds. One cock was pulled out and another was pushed in, making impossible for you to get anything done the whole morning. It was maddening, and annoying… And made you so fucking hot you were horny all day long. You had to rub one off multiple times a day to relieve some of the pent up sexual frustration of being fucked and ignored all day. Fucking ghosts.

part 2

[monstersflashlight]

This remains one of my fav things I've written.

[alexandritefangs]

You wouldn't mind to be a free use slut, would you? A collar around your neck and a leash to pull you into the nearest dark alley to get used as you deserve, until no thoughts other than being a perfect property cross your mind

[undead-kabr0z]

Hope you don't mind me having used your post as a writing prompt!

Kabr0z Writes Episode 240: Collar Laws

Find the masterlist here!

And on AO3!

CWs: Free use; knotting; unprotected group sex; oral sex; enthusiastic consent

A/N: The initial jumping off point was legislation allowing people to identify themselves for public free use by wearing collars after a certain time at night... Was that made clear in the text?

Does it matter?

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Nine in the evening. Clocks across the country chimed the hour. Last week, it'd mean you're out late, nothing more. Now thanks to a series of laws rushed through by the new government, it means something completely different.

Not that it isn't your choice. After all, nobody forced you to wear that collar. You read the letter of the law and picked it out very deliberately. A shiver of excitement ran through you as your freshly manicured nails brushed the buff leather. You’d even put your hair up into a high ponytail to show it off. You wanted everyone to know you're available. Collared like this, anyone would be within their rights to use you under the new laws. The micro-skirt and tiny tube top aren’t required, but if you’re going to be getting up to mischief you might as well go all out. 

You’d meant to walk into the city centre, take a night on the town. You didn’t actually expect to get that far. You walked past a group of lupines, hearing their conversation stop then resume in hushed tones. They were following you.

You weren’t clueless. You smiled a little, swaying your hips a little more as you walked, slowing your pace to let them catch up. 

They were right behind you now. You waited, picking your moment right right as you passed an alleyway. You were only a foot in front of them when you stopped dead. The front wolf ran straight into you, stumbling before catching himself. A hand grabbed the back of your collar, dragging you backwards into the darkness. They were all around you, smelling of cheap body spray failing to mask their musk. The chatter had ended now, replaced by panting and scrambling for position. Someone had already pulled down your top, clawed hands groping at your unprotected chest. Another cupped your ass, howling in delight as they realised the only thing protecting your modesty was the few inches of skirt now sitting halfway up your back. 

Blunt canid claws marked your skin, lines of dull pain you knew would come out in long bruises tomorrow. They passed you from wolf to wolf. You couldn’t help yourself, pressed up against one after the other, neck and shoulders covered in nips and bites. Before you knew what was happening your hand was between your thighs, covered in your juices. 

They bent you over. One hand on your back, holding you down, two more on your hips, keeping you from falling. Something slapped against your ass, a spray of hot liquid flicking from the end. Another stood in front of you, smearing thick-smelling precum over your face. Probing for your open mouth. 

Two of them at once, each thrusting blind in the dark, their friends groping you, waiting their turn. A shift of your legs, opening yourself up. You caught the one behind you, hand guiding him to your drooling hole. He didn’t wait, thrusting against your palm until he landed in your cunt. Tongue out, panting, you caught the other in your open mouth. 

You caught breaths between their thrusts. Caught between them, drooling from both ends. Legs quivering and buckling. The slapping sound of their attention mingling with their panting and whining. You could see the others in the gloom, standing in the corners of your vision, stroking and squeezing your body, rubbing themselves to their fellows using you. 

They didn’t care if you enjoyed it. You marked yourself as meat, and they’re going to use you as they please.

The first one pushed harder, pulling your hips back onto him until your hole stretched around his knot. Thick cum warming your belly as it pumped into your cunt. Your eyes rolled. Fingers still rubbing circles around your clit, you squeezed his throbbing knot with your cunt. Ragged moans escaped you, bubbling around the cock violating your face. Your hand moved to his crotch, releasing the paw it was holding to your breast. Wrapping around the base of his knot. Holding the shaft in your throat. His balls pulsed against his body. Lupine seed pulsed through him, surging into your waiting throat where you drank it down. Hands fell on your head, gripping your hair, pulling you into his crotch until your nose buried itself in his bush. Then he let go. Coughing, drooling, you felt him pull from your throat. Only to be replaced by a fresh cock taking his place.

One to the next, taking turns to keep you filled as they recovered, until they were utterly spent. They left you on the ground, covered in cum and drool, leaking from your still-exposed holes.

Ready for the next person to find you

[pmamtraveller]

"mouth to mouth", educational poster, 1911

[bluntkatana]

Twitter is pretty broken these days. So thought I'd give Tumblr a whirl again.

So here's Mileena :)

[killjamxxx]

If you are the third person, KILLJAM XXX is the fiction podcast for you.

[spicymancer]

Tips and Tricks with Ollie

[v1olent-love]

petplay but less in a sweet puppy way and more in an absolute mutt of a guard dog way, y'know? in a possessive biting or grabbing you by the scruff and desperately rutting against you way

-⚙️