goooooooood GOD cannot stop thinking about them all spread out n pliant for me. start by kissing them soft n slow, just enjoy their hands on me while we enjoy each others mouths. mm yeah move down their neck, warm open mouthed kisses on every inch, god feel their moans against my lips n hear every soft sound as i mark them up. god wanna run my hands alllll over every inch of skin i can reach just to feel the way they react. fuuuuuuck the way they say my name, ask soo lovely for me to pleaseplease touch their cock. jesus christ they're soo fucking gorgeous, kiss down their chest n stomach, godd the way i need to mark them, suck heart shaped marks into their skin while i stroke them, ohhfuck yes just absolutely ruin them. kiss every inch of their thighs, so close to what they want but not quite it. fuuuuuck the sounds they'd make when i leave open mouthed kisses to their sensitive skin, fuckkk what leave marks there too. ohhgoddyes the mental image of them hard n leaking just for me, fuuuck yesyes god wrap my lips around their perfect cock, ohhmygod need to taste them, fuck feel the way they arch into me, yesyes ohhgod they'd feel sooogood in my mouth, fuuuck wet n slick, ohhyes feel the way they throb for it, goddd wanna rub my tongue into the tip until they're shaking, godyesyesyes fuck keep them there helpless in my mouth, ohmygod they take it soo good, fuuuuuuuck sooo good when they lose control nn jerk into it helpless to pleasure. goddyes feel the way their stomach twitches, the stuttering rhythm of their hips jerking into n away from my mouth even though they can't get away. ohhgod yesfuck gorgeous thing all for me, pretty cock right where it belongs in my mouth, goddd yeah right where it belongs.
thinking about blowjobs that are basically just making out with someone's cock. messy and slobbery and so wet. they don't even pay attention to their own hips rutting against the mattress while they suck you off.
For our first meeting, put a bluetooth toy in/on and share your location with me then let me track you down in the middle of a busy city.
You won't know what my face looks like, only know my body from the pictures and videos I've made you touch yourself to. Every woman you see with the vaguest comparison to my silhouette will be a suspect and I'll ensure I melt into the crowds to drive up the paranoia.
And then I'll start to play with you.
Just a low thrum of the toy at first, but you'd have forgotten about it while you scour faces. You'll jump, try to muffle any noises and wonder if the woman giggling into her phone a short distance away is just me trying to avoid suspicion.
I'd hike the vibrations up to max randomly. Make you jolt and squeak and try excuse yourself as people give you funny looks. Is one of them me putting on a show? Can't be. The vibrations are pulsing, moving up and down the dial on a rhythmic pattern. If one of them were me, you'd see the movements of my finger on a phone screen, making you writhe in public and humiliate yourself.
Hell, I might not even be around right now. I could be hiding around a corner, sneaking glimpses of you when you're turned in another direction. I could be blocks away, just letting you know I'm on my way and not to forget about me. I could be set up in a coffee shop nowhere near you and just revelling in your jitters.
It's a game of cat and mouse and I have all the advantages and patience to spare. Drinking in your paranoid arousal is going to be so much fun.
puppy being held down by his owner n getting bitten in his most sensitive places! Squirming and whining every time owner glides their teeth over puppy's tummy, grip tightening when pup tries to get away. Getting puppy all bruised n marked up in every place that makes him shiver
did you know that you can straddle a girl's thigh to force her legs to stay open and hold a vibrator against her clit until it's puffy, extremely sensitive and throbbing in a way that reverberates through her entire body? more importantly: did you know that that's the perfect moment to pull the toy away and slap her cunt really hard while telling her how pretty she looks?
but, just to soothe her, you need to get between her legs and press your tongue against her clit. she's going to cry and whine and try to push you away but you can ignore her, she knows her safeword and is perfectly aware she could stop this whenever she wants but she... doesn't. anyway.
love the idea of soothing someone into submission. you've had a long day, sweetheart, why don't you let me do the thinking for a bit? i know you like to be in control, but it can be exhausting. surely you've earned a little relaxation after all your hard work. don't you want to rest a bit? unclench your jaw, relax your muscles, let your legs fall open. i want the only thought in that lovely head to be how good you feel.
Unboxing Gone Wrong PART 1 (robotic tentacle machine x fem!reader!1st POV)
Summary: reader receives a delivery of what appears to be a standard vacuum cleaner. Upon unboxing and attempting to use it, she realizes it is a sophisticated robotic entity equipped with multiple appendages that plan to clean and use her in every way.
TW: NSFW, robot-tentacle machine, non con, mechanical/robotic appendages, penetration (double, triple), power imbalance, humiliation, bodily fluids.
Kate: Haallo moonlust crew! This is the ongoing series that I started on patre0n. I hope you like the robotic tentacles idea! I haven't written anything like this, and I'm in love. Fyi... this will make you look at a cleaning roomba differently 🤣 please take note of the TW too and don't read if this isn't your jam.
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The box sat on my doorstep.
I nudged it inside with my foot, the heavy weight of it scraping across the laminate. I’d ordered this vacuum cleaner weeks ago, some flashy online deal promising supersonic suction. Honestly, I’d forgotten about it.
Using a key, I slit the tape. The flaps fell open, revealing pristine white packing foam. I pulled it out, the machine heavier than it looked. It was pretty sleek. Gunmetal grey, no visible buttons, just a single, dark lens near the top that seemed to drink in the light. No cord either.
“Great,” I muttered. “Probably needs some stupid app.”
I set it on the floor. It stood upright on its own. Frowning, I crouched down, looking for a power switch. My finger brushed against the cool metal. A low hum vibrated through the floorboards. The lens glowed red.
“What the hell?”
The hum deepened then, with a series of hydraulic hisses, panels on its sides and top slid open. Not compartments for attachments. Ports. Thick, gleaming shapes began to emerge. Silicone, the color of flesh, sliding out with a wet, organic sound that made my stomach clench.
They weren’t cleaning attachments.
They were tendrils that looked like cocks, inhuman ones at that; bulbous and veined, each one a different grotesque parody of a cock. One was obscenely thick, a monster of a thing. Another was longer, tapered, with a spiral texture. A third pulsed with a deep, internal vibration I could feel in my teeth. From a smaller aperture, two thinner tendrils snaked out, ending in what looked like polished clamps.
My brain stuttered, refusing to process. I scrambled back, my socked feet slipping on the floor. “No. Off. Turn off!”
The machine pivoted on its base, the red lens fixing on me. The largest of the silicone tentacles, the monstrous one, moved through the air, its tip glistening with some sort of clear lubricant.
I turned to run. A thinner, vibratory shaft shot out, wrapping around my ankle. It wasn’t cold; it was warm, its touch was electric. The vibration traveled up my leg, a direct line to my pussy, forcing a shocked gasp from my lips.
“Let go!” I screamed, kicking out. My other foot was caught, and I crashed to the floor, the breath knocked out of me. I was dragged, back-first, across the floor toward the humming machine. The two clamps darted forward and before I could even raise my hands in defense, they snipped at the front of my shirt. Buttons flew, fabric parted with soft rips. The cold air hit my exposed bra, then that too was sheared away.
“Wait! Don’t!” My cries were ragged.
The clasps didn’t stop. They closed on the thin cotton of my sweatpants and underwear, slicing them apart. Within seconds, I was naked on the floor, exposed to the machine’s red eye.
Humiliation burned hotter than the fear. The vibrating tentacle around my ankle traveled upward, tracing a path up my calf, behind my knee, to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. A helpless moan escaped me, a traitorous sound.
The thick, bulbous cock-tentacle hovered before my face, drooling slick lubricant. It smelled faintly sweet. I twisted my head away. It pressed against my cheek, slick and nudging my lips. I clenched my jaw. The clamp-tendrils moved again, one clamping onto my right nipple.
Gently. It wasn’t a sharp bite but a sharp but pleasurable pressure that pinched the sensitive bud into a hard peak. I cried out, my mouth opening in a gasp of pain-shocked pleasure.
It was the opening the machine needed. The fat silicone head pushed past my lips, filling my mouth with its artificial taste and overwhelming girth. I gagged softly, tears springing to my eyes. It didn’t thrust. It inflated, widening slowly, stretching my jaw.
I could only take the first few inches before my throat rebelled, but it kept pushing, the silicone making its way down. My nose was filled with its scent, my world reduced to the thick shaft invading my gullet, the wet, choked sounds I made and the relentless vibration in my thigh.
While I was choking on it, the other tentacles went to work. The long, tapered one slid between my splayed legs. Its tip was a blunt pressure at my pussy, already slick with my own terrified wetness and its own lubricant.
“Mmpphh! Nnngg!” I tried to shake my head, to plead with my eyes.
It pushed in. Not with a brutal slam, but with a unhurried corkscrew motion, the spiral texture dragging against my inner walls. The stretch was intense, breathtaking. Nothing like I'd ever taken inside me. My back arched off the floor, a strangled scream trapped behind the massive cock in my throat.
The machine began fucking me in a rhythm.
The shaft in my pussy pulled back almost all the way, then screwed itself back in, deep and claiming. Each inward plunge coincided with a shallow retreat of the cock in my mouth, allowing me a desperate, sobbing breath before it plunged down my throat again. The one wrapped around my thigh had found its target, the vibrating tip now pressed directly against my clit. The sensation was catastrophic; a sharp, buzzing rapture.
My body was betraying me. My cunt, despite the terror, clenched and dripped around the invading length, closer and closer to the edge. Plus the constant stimulation on my nipple and clit had no right to exist in this horror. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the drool and lubricant coating my chin.
“You… fucking… machine…” I groaned around the thick silicone during a brief pull-out.
As if in response, the second clasp-tendril found my other nipple and clamped on, mirroring the first. Having both of my nipples clamped sent another jolt through me. Then the vibration on my clit intensified.
Not to mention the wet, obscene sounds: the slick schlick of the shaft pumping in and out of my soaked pussy, the guttural glurk glurk of the one fucking my throat, the constant bzzzt of the vibrator.
I was a doll being used by a machine. The thought was degrading, and something dark in me coiled tight at the humiliation.
The pleasure was a live wire now, intertwined with the pain and the sheer wrongness of it. My hips began to move, tiny bucks against the thrusting tentacle, seeking friction, demanding release.
The fucking machine sensed it. The movements became faster, harder. The cock in my cunt hammered into a sweet spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. The one in my throat pushed deeper, holding itself there, swelling slightly until my vision swam at the edges. The nipple clamps started vibrating and my mind went blank.
“I’m… I’m gonna…”
My orgasm ripped through me like a seizure. My pussy clamped down in agonizing spasms around the buried tentacle. My back bowed off the floor, a raw, muffled shriek vibrating against the silicone filling my mouth.
The machine didn’t stop. It didn’t care. The rhythm faltered for only a second before resuming, unchanged. The tentacle in my cunt pulled out, dripping with my release. For a second, I thought it was over. Then the thick, vibratory one that had been tormenting my clit shifted. Its tip, slick and buzzing, pressed against my now-overly-sensitive, twitching hole.
“No, no, no, not there, it’s too big!” I babbled.
It pushed. The stretch was different, more intense, more shocking. It breached me with careful pressure, the vibrations now inside me, rattling my bones. A second later, the original cock-tentacle returned, its tapered head nudging against my cunt. How could they both fit there?
Before I could react, it was pushing in alongside the vibratory one. Both of them opening me wide. The feeling was one of impossible fullness, a stretching burn that bordered on pain but was flooded with overwhelming stimulation.
The two silicone cocks moved in opposing rhythms, one sliding in as the other pulled out, creating a continuous friction that touched every nerve. The machine had me completely speared, my mouth still deep-throated.
The red lens watched.
I was sobbing openly now, broken moans punched out of me with every thrust. The build-up began again, faster this time, my overstimulated body responding. This orgasm was a darker, a degrading pleasure that washed away the last shreds of my resistance. I came with a gaping scream, my body convulsing between the three penetrating shafts.
Still, it didn’t stop.
The tentacles switched positions, patterns, intensities. The pincers on my nipples released only to clamp on new, more tender spots. I lost track of time, of how many times I broke apart in ecstasy. My voice was gone, my thoughts were a slurry of cock and full and please and more.
Eventually, I was a wreck and the machine's movements slowed. The shafts withdrew from my ravaged holes with soft pops. The clamps retracted. The tentacles, glistening with their slick and my own fluids, slithered back into their ports. The panels closed. The red lens dimmed.
The machine sat there, silent once more, a vacuum cleaner on my floor.
And I lay in a shuddering, sticky heap, unable to move. Every muscle was liquid. I was delightfully sore and I could still feel the ghost of the vibrations, the stretch, the impossible fullness.
As I stared at the ceiling, trying to remember how to breathe, a soft, digital chime came from the machine. A display lit up on its side, showing glowing text:
INITIAL CONTACT COMPLETE.
SANITIZATION PROTOCOL: ENGAGED.
NEXT SCHEDULED MAINTENANCE: 72 HOURS. DEEP CLEANING PROTOCOL.
The screen went dark.
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Kate: I think I'm gonna write the next scheduled maintenance, too ;)
You had decided to explore an abandoned building with your friends for your YouTube channel you all ran together. You all had your own camera, so only the best angles of anything could be put in the video. As you walked into the building you began to feel a bit nervous since you hadn't been in an abandoned building in quite a while. The last time you guys recorded a video like this was months ago and you felt a little on edge due to the eerie atmosphere.
As you and your friends explored your surroundings and peaked into once occupied rooms, you ended up getting distracted. While you were distracted, one of your friends hid around a corner and waited for you to walk close before jumping out and scaring you, causing you to scream and punch them in the shoulder while your other friends laughed. You were put even more on edge because of it and were looking for a good opportunity to get back at them for it.
At one point, you had all split up to explore individually, and you took it as your chance for revenge. While you were alone, you found a storage closet and quickly snuck inside so you could jump out and scare your friends when they walked past. The closet was rather dark with the door closed, making it hard to see your surroundings properly. The closet felt cramped and humid, making you a bit uncomfortable. You quickly decided the scare wasn't worth having to wait in there for god knows how long and you reached out to open the door only to quickly have something grab your arms and waist and pull you back quickly causing you to hit the wall and for the shelves on each side of the closet to shake a bit, in the process you dropped your camera. You went to scream, but as your mouth opened, what was undeniably a tentacle was shoved into your mouth.
You struggled against the tentacles to no avail as the one in your mouth began slowly thrusting in and out and working its way a bit deeper each time. You eventually relaxed your body in hopes of it thinking you were dead and letting you go but instead you were met with the tentacle in your mouth picking up the pace and eagerly facefucking you. You whimpered around the tentacle and tried to move your legs enough to get you free only for them to be grabbed as well. As your mouth was fucked you could feel more tentacles pulling your pants and underwear off of you until you were left naked from the waist down. More tentacles pushed your shirt up and began teasing your nipples.
A wave of anxiety rushes over you as you feel a tentacle rubbing against your exposed cunt, you're immediately ashamed of how wet you are down there and you hope they don't notice. But they obviously do, and they take it as encouragement that you like what they're doing. As the tentacle rubbing against you stops, you begin to hope the tentacles won't go any further. But the tentacles holding your legs in place begin readjusting you, and suddenly your legs are being pushed up and forced into an extremely embarrassing position. Before you can fully process this a tentacle begins pressing it's tip against your entrance before sliding in and beginning to fuck you.
You try to struggle a bit at first but quickly give up knowing it's pointless. A hot shame burns your entire body as you're fucked against the wall in what can only be described as a gravity defying mating press. Your soaking wet cunt makes embarrassing squelching noises as you're fucked by the almost too big tentacle. The tentacle in your mouth continues to pound away without regard as you adjust to having your hole stuffed.
It quickly became very clear that the tentacle fucking you was doing it's best to restrain itself while you adjusted but it could only resist it's urges for so long before it joined the tentacle in your mouth in pounding you ruthlessly and animalistically. You could feel the tentacle touching your cervix with each deep desperate thrust. It was clear the tentacle had been pent up for a very long time and it seemed to have no qualms against using you like a fleshlight.
A particularly rough thrust sent you over the edge, cumming hard around the tentacle as it continued to fuck you ruthlessly. As you came down from your orgasm you began licking and sucking on the tentacle in your mouth subconsciously, finally accepting your fate as you were fucked by a creature you couldn't even see. Not long after you felt the tentacle buried deep in your cunt twitching, you braced yourself for the inevitable as it wasted no time pressing itself right up against your cervix as the tentacle in your mouth stopped.
Moments later you felt your womb being pumped full of thick hot cum, you could feel each warm rope splash against your insides as you were stuffed full of way more cum than you thought you ever would. The feeling was enough to send you over the edge again and assisting in milking the rest of the load out. Once the tentacle was done cumming it began pulling back, you expected it to pull out all the way but instead it roughly thrusted all the way back in. It did this a few more times, making a loud squelch each time as it shoved its way into your cumstuffed hole. It eventually resumed pounding you again, the tentacle in your mouth soon following.
You quickly gave in and accepted this thing would be fucking you until it was satisfied, god knows how long it'd been waiting for someone to pass through for it to fuck. The load from before dripped out of you onto the floor as you were fucked, the creature soon noticing and shoving both tentacles in you deep before pausing. Before you could even think you were suddenly flipped upside down and the tentacles resumed fucking you with little resistance from you.
Eventually, you could feel the tentacle twitching again before it pressed itself deep into you and came right against your cervix again. This time the cum was all held inside of you by gravity and you were inescapably forced to feel every last drop deep inside of you. The feeling of the hot cum filling you caused you to have another brain melting orgasm. You weren't even surprised when the tentacle wasted no time pounding you again.
Much like a bouncy ball that bounced a little less high each time, the more times the tentacle came inside you the shorter amount of time it took it to cum again. You sucked the tentacle in your mouth in an almost desperate manner as you were filled over and over with cum. At some point it began overflowing despite you being held upside down but the tentacle didn't seem to care too much at that point. Eventually both tentacles pulled out of you and you let out a sigh as you struggled to attempt to see anything in the dark as you felt the tentacle that had once been inside you rub up against your hole before releasing a slimey substance that quickly hardened, you immediately figured it was to keep the cum inside and you were grateful for it.
Soon enough, a flashlight was flicked on by the tentacles from nearby, and you were set down before they all retracted suddenly. You grabbed the flashlight and your clothes off of one of the shelves and quickly put them back on as you looked around to see where the tentacles had gone. You soon saw a small glob creature on the floor looking up at you and chirping. When you looked at it, it flattened itself and covered part of the floor before reaching out a tentacle it had made to boop you on the nose and then retracting back to its smaller form. You reached down to pick it up, and it made a few more delighted chirps at you. You quickly decided to slip it into your pocket. You couldn't imagine being left alone here for so long.
As you walked out of the closet, you picked up your camera and went to go find your friends. Not realizing it had been recording everything, but it'd be fine. Your friends wouldn't mind seeing the sight later.
omg now that person has got me back in my ghost era
imagine you’re playing with yourself in front of a mirror and then suddenly something invisible grabs you. your legs are yanked apart and long story short, it makes you watch how your pussy gapes and drools around the ghost’s massive cock.
Kinky invasion
Ghost x ghost x fem!reader || free use, dub-con, size kink, sharing is caring
You know it’s not very lady-like to be playing with yourself in front of the mirror. You are pretty sure there’s some kind of sin related to this one, probably lust or gluttony or something, because you can’t stop staring at your hot center parting for the glass dildo you are using in yourself.
You know it’s filthy, but the thought of somebody watching you the way you are watching yourself makes you gush around the dildo and makes your stomach contract as you get closer and closer to the edge. You see a shadow behind you, and you think it’s a trick of the light, too focused on your pleasure to mind whatever the fuck the bright light is.
But not two seconds later, you feel a caress in the inside of your thigh, and when you look down it feels like there’s something there, as if the air is somewhat distorted around your thigh. But like the perverted girl you are, you open your legs a bit further, fucking your pussy harder as you throw your head back and moan. You feel another light touch, this time to your side. And another on your back. And another against your naked breasts.
“What the-?”
You don’t finish the question before the air around you gets electrified, hands appearing out of nowhere and holding your legs far apart. Two more hands holding yours behind your back as you watch your dildo being pulled out of you in a rush. You don’t have time to react before there’s something big pressing inside of you.
Across you, there’s nothing in the mirror, but you can’t fight against the restrains as a dick as big as you’ve ever felt, as big as your biggest dildo, gets pushed inside of you and you are fucked within an inch of your life. The pace is punishing, and the sight before you is more than obscene, is almost sinful as your pussy is fucked open over and over. You can see your pink insides as the ghostly cock destroys your pussy.
And when you open your mouth to scream, you feel the tip of another one being pushed down your throat. They aren’t careful, they aren’t soft, they fuck you with everything they have and a bit more as you sit there, completely overwhelmed by pleasure as two ghosts have their way with you.
By the time you come, they are fucking you like machines, your throat feels raw and your pussy is gushing juices out of you with each thrust. They aren’t looking for your pleasure, but that doesn’t stop you from coming either way.
You feel the air crackling with more energy, literal sparks flying around you as you feel the dick in your mouth throb as it releases in the back of your throat, his hands releasing your arms as they grab your head and push you against his invisible groin so they empty himself as far as possible. You observe how your mouth is obscenely open, your drool dripping around the edges of your lips and warm come filling your throat until you are coughing and he’s pulling back.
But they aren’t done.
The one between your legs grabs forcefully your hips. He’s so rough you can see the imprints of ghostly hands against your love-handles as they bury themselves hard enough to hit your cervix and they fill you up to the brim. You watch mesmerized how the come drips down around his dick, lining his shape before he releases you completely.
You stare into the mirror as come drips from your chin and pussy, and wonder how can you make that happen again.
