Would loove to be in the London tube at rush hour just being fucked in public against one of the cold tile pillars besides the train
Face smushed into it - top pulled down - tits spilling from the seam and jerking with each merciless thrust as i cry and scream to let me go so that i can just go to work
it's too late now though - with my skirt and tights and almost temptingly slutty panties ripped down the middle to accustom your thick cock between my weeping pussy lips, squelching with each push of your cock that hits my spot and has my body feeling fuzzy despite how i cry for you to stop
nobody intervenes - no - the passerbys on their daily commutes watch and some even let their hands reach beneath their trousers to pet their hardening cocks - or into a pocket to grab their phones out and take a picture or record it
undoubtedly the next day you'll find that video of some slut on the tube getting their pussy brutalised in public at peak times whilst commuters walk by and laugh or give her available tit and grope as they walk past to board their train
I want to move to a small city that's cut off from a lot of the rest of the world. Things are different here, and I learn it quickly.
As I walk home to my apartment I realize that none of the women are wearing clothes. A police officer stops me and tells me that in this town, women have to be naked. It's the law.
I protest, but he pins me down and pulls my clothes off of me. I'm bare before him, and he ghosts his fingers across my nipples before telling me I'm free to go.
I turn onto a busy street, and immediately I'm aware of the fact that I'm being stared at. I pass a woman who has been forced to her knees, cock jammed down her throat.
I walk a couple blocks before hands circle my waist. I don't see him, but I feel his fingers slide into me. He pulls his hand out and jams a toy into me. By the time I turn to yell at him, he's gone.
The toy buzzes to life, and I double over as it sends waves of pleasure through my body.
I do my best to walk the rest of the way to my apartment, but a block away, I'm stopped by a group of men. The biggest already has his cock out, and I'm pushed to the floor, mouth filled. The toy buzzes and buzzes and I can't help but whimper.
The man pulls himself out of my mouth, and I'm helpless as his fingers find the toy. He pulls it from me gently.
"Someone got her good and ready for us," he tells his friends.
They pick me up, bending me ass up over a park bench. He doesn't wait, just jams his cock into me, chuckling as I cry out.
"That's it." he says. "Good girl. Take it, slut."
Another cock is shoved into my mouth, and hands find my breasts.
"Don't worry, little girl," the man tells me. "We'll put his toy back once we've all had a turn."
Can I request more ghost stories? Full artistic liberty since this is just a request, I just really wanna see more ig spectre content from u?
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A/N: You can read part 1 and part 2 first. If there’s something y’all don’t know about me is that one of my fav stories I’ve ever written was spectrocum, so I’m always happy to continue it.
Spectro cum (part 3)
Ghosts x fem!reader || free use, (light) degradation, sex toys (kinda), cum inflation, cum play, breeding
You lived with a bunch of ghosts in a haunted house. That was a fact. And one that you enjoyed way more than anyone could ever guess.
It started a bit weird, you can’t deny that, but it became such a fun way to live… such a pleasurable way to live, that you barely go out anymore. Why would you? Your ghosts give you enough reasons to stay in, and the world was burning either way. Why leave the comfort of your house when you could stay inside and be fucked in so many ways you couldn’t even remember your name afterwards? It was an easy choice, really.
Because the thing is… those ghosts in your house aren’t normal scary ghosts, but horny ghosts. And you are a very horny human in response to their behavior.
At the beginning they used you one at a the time, giving you time to adjust and get ready again. But that didn’t last that long. They got over that really fast, fucking you individually didn’t do it for your lovely and annoying ghost roommates. Forget about trying to have any kind of routine when they could be playing with you at any time they want to.
One moment you could be cleaning and someone bent you over and fucked your asshole, another moment someone decided they were going to fuck a dildo in and out of your pussy for an hour just because they were bored. Your pleasure wasn’t their goal, it never was before. You are their human cum-dump, and you fucking love it.
Now they have no boundaries, nor do they have any worry about your well-being or your pleasure. But you aren’t complaining about that. You fucking loved it. They don’t care what you are doing, or when, they only know they could use your holes whenever they wanted and you are in horny heaven every single time. They pavlovied you into getting horny with only a couple well-placed caresses.
It always starts the same way: with cold. The air around you gets freezing for a second, then your whole body erupts in goosebumps, and not two seconds later there’s spectral hands someplace in your body. Most times it’s more than a couple of hands, but some of the ghosts enjoy their individual time with their personal toy (aka: you). But it’s always followed by someone else who thought the whole thing was hot. You never go without at least two different creampies per fucking.
And it’s a good life. A really good life. You love it, truly…
But it can be a bit inconvenient at times.
You had to quit your office job in favor of a position from home, which worked well for everybody because you had no schedule anymore. How could you when there’s always a ghost trying to play with you and you feel like a doll for their pleasure 24/7?
They take special enjoyment in distracting you when you should be paying attention to a meeting. Most people accept the excuse of bad connection for you not to turn on your camera, but the reality is far from that.
The reality is that every time you are in a meeting, a ghost finds its way under your table, or behind you, or under you… They get creative with only one goal in mind: see how many shots of come they can fuck into you before the meeting ends. It’s a fun game… But it makes your work so much harder.
You have to revisit the recordings of meetings every single time because by the time it’s over, your pussy is leaking, completely messy, and they have edged you so long that you can barely form a coherent sentence, much less take notes about what the meeting was about. But fuck, is it hot to try answering some questions when there’s a ghost pounding your ass so hard you can feel it everywhere, and another one groping your boobs and pinching your nipples until the fabric of your shirt feels like needles and you feel like you can come just from the friction of it.
And then they discover their new favorite trick. If you ever wonder what it’s like to have your partner control the vibrations of your sex toy, you would never understand how much wilder (and better) it is when it’s not a partner, but a group of ghosts who want nothing more than to make your life insufferable (in the best possible way).
Somehow they figure out they can mimic your fantasy dildos with their spectral dick, so they decide the best way of spending their evening is trying each one of the shapes they can conjure, fucking you one after the other. Shot after shot of come filling your pussy until your stomach is bloated and your body can’t hold itself up anymore.
You are sprawled on the floor while they take turns trying to see who makes you scream the loudest. You don’t know who wins, but they leave you on the floor, your pussy overflowing and your brain too fucked out to function. They laugh when you try to get up, a hand pressing down between your shoulder blades before you hear them jerking off over you.
They flip you onto your back the exact second they all come, painting your chest and abdomen with even more spectro-cum. It’s filthy and weirdly hot, but mostly is very amusing for them, who spent a good while laughing at you, while you rub your clit furiously using their spectro-cum as lube to get yourself over the edge.
And you think that’s it. They got the best trick and they will play it out for as long as they want to… Wrong.
They start experimenting with wilder shapes, tentacles sucking on every part of your body, ridged cocks fucking your asshole while they cover your mouth with a transparent hand. They use your body more than they ever did before. Holding you down, filling all your holes to the brim and laughing every time you beg them to make you come. You are not the main character in this scenario, just their doll to fuck. Their human fleshlight.
imagine waking up tied to the bed and being fucked by something you cant even see
Hi there everyone, as per popular request, here we have Spectro-cum (part 2). You can find part one here, and the ghost’s masterlist here. Sorry if this is not fitting all the ghost requests, if you want something more specific send a request back, but I though this would be a good way to go thru a bunch of requests at the same time :)
Spectro-cum (part 2)
Ghosts x fem!reader || sex toys, breeding, groping, free use, double penetration
You woke up without cum dripping down your pussy, once again. You sighed in disappointment. Lately, the ghosts in your haunted house had been a bit more respectable of you, usually just fucking you once a day if anything, and never one after the other. And not with the urgency they used to have when they started this whole thing. You should be glad about it, but in reality you were… disappointed.
It was true that you were a bit mad at them when they kept using you as a cum-dump but not making you come after it, it was uncomfortable to be walking around the house all day with cum leaking out of your needy pussy but unable to get release until the night. To have you leaking their blue spectro-cum and feeling it inside all the time, refilling you once it was all out. It was the best and worst kind of edging, had you almost coming all day just to leave you unsatisfied.
Truth be told, you could have fucked yourself if you wanted. You could have rubbed one off at any point of the day… But you enjoyed having their cum leaking down your thighs and your pussy needy and wet all day long. So desperate and needy you couldn’t hold it anymore and you reached for your wet pussy with shaky fingers. Until you were so desperate, it only took you a couple of movements to get you falling apart. You couldn’t see them, but you were more than sure that they were looking at you when you did that. Always watching, always hungry for you. It was exhilarating.
But then they stopped.
They stopped proving your holes every time you bent down. Stopped groping your ass and spanking you as you passed by. Stopped using you as their cum-dump. Stopped groping you mid day until you were begging them to do something more, just to hear their creepy laughter in the air as they left you alone and unsatisfied. They stopped making you come until you were begging them to slow down and let you sleep.
And you… missed them.
You missed having a cock shoved inside your pussy every few hours. You missed being always so full of cum that it was almost a part of you. You missed the edging. You missed having your daily routine interrupted by a ghost groping your tits until your nipples were sore. And you missed, above all that, the orgasms that drove you to the edge of insanity with pleasure.
So you decided it was time to do something about it. If they didn’t like you anymore, or if they didn’t find you interesting, you could do something about it. You could tempt them so far that you’d be ravished completely when they saw.
You started ordering some new toys online, some plugs to keep you stretched and ready all day long. They never did anything more than tease your asshole, but you have been experimenting in your frustration… And you kind of liked it. You wanted them to use you completely, including your back door. So you bought a butt plug, too. You were sure they were looking over your shoulder when you made the purchase, a cold breeze you associated with them moving your hair to the side. You shivered as you felt ghostly fingers running down your spine. You whined and the touch disappeared, making you whine louder, almost begging.
You tried working yourself open in the middle of the living room that day, finger fucking you as you felt their eyes on you. You couldn’t see them, but you knew they were there, looking, expecting something from you. You came around your fingers in the most sad orgasm you had ever felt. It was good, but not good enough, it left you more unsatisfied if it was even possible.
When the package with your plugs arrived, you almost fist pumped the air, so ready to tempt them into being their usual horny selves once again. You knelt on your bed and prepared yourself to get them inside. You felt their hands parting your cheeks to see better as you started to fuck your fingers in your ass, stretching yourself for the plug. A finger joined your endeavors, fucking your hole as you squirmed and your pussy got wetter and wetter. You rubbed your clit with your free hand until you were coming and the ghostly finger disappeared. You pushed the plugs inside your holes and stood up on shaky legs.
You walked around the house as usual, the plugs pressing against your special spots and making you breathe hard as you did the simplest things. You were desperate and needy, and you hoped they didn’t wait too much to act. But you were so, so wrong.
It took you two days of constantly wearing the plug for them to make a move. You were going to take a nap, too tired to do anything else, to horny and desperate, already losing hope. You laid down and were about to fall asleep when you felt hands tugging at your clothes, ripping them apart and making you shiver with the urge to moan. They threw the pieces of your pj’s anywhere and you were manhandled onto your face, your ass pushed up as you felt cold hands moving the plugs around, making you moan uncontrollably.
Some other hands started rubbing your body, groping your tits and your ass, making you eager to be filled. You moaned and pleaded, begging to be fucked. Some of them listened, because the plugs were pulled out of you and cocks were shoved into both of your holes. You screamed, the intrusion too fast, but so, so good. They fucked you without caress, without control or reason, completely feral over you. Your body was being played and your holes were being filled, you could only thank the universe for them coming back to you. For them coming inside of you.
You were once again their toy to play with, they human cum-dump as one after the other took turns fucking you into the mattress. Your face was pressed down onto the sheets as they stretched you over and over. There were dicks in and out your holes, in and out, never stopping. As soon as you felt one coming deep inside of you, another was being pushed in their place. It was exhilarating and confusing and so, so good you were losing your mind. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as they used your body and you cried and drooled over the bed. You were in heaven, your pussy and your asshole messy and ravished in the best way possible. They didn’t care about your orgasms, but being used so thoroughly was enough to take you to the edge and over it. You came, and came… Until you passed out.
You woke up with sore holes and cum leaking out, ghostly mouths sucking on your nipples as someone pushed their dick inside your asshole. You cried out, and someone laughed, going faster. You don’t know how much it lasted, how many hours they had you pined to the bed as they filled your holes with load after load. Your stomach was bloated, and the sheets were messy… But it was heaven.
You would never know why they stopped fucking you, but the only thing that mattered is that your pussy was being filled over and over once again. You were just a ghost’s toy, and you loved it.
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.
Could you write a story about a ghost that uses you in public while you’re trying to work as a cashier/barista? With spanking?
Being haunted had perks and disadvantages. For you, an advantage was unlimited orgasms. The disadvantage was that he'd use you at the most inconvenient times. Right now, you were busy during a rush at the cafe.
Order after order, you had no time to think for yourself. As you begin to mix some drinks, you feel smacks on your ass. Turning to accuse one of your coworkers, nobody was near you. All day you dreaded this happening.
The ghost followed you to work. You feel its hand cup your ass, squeezing it firmly to tease you. You feel it snake its hands around your body. The sensation leaves goosebumps on your skin. As you start to stir some of the drinks, there is a firm grasp on your breasts.
The grip is so possessive it feels almost like a warning. A warning of what's to come. A warning of what it's about to do to you while you work. Just as you're about to hand a customer their drink, the sensation of fingers in your pussy stuns you.
You spill the drink all over the floor and yourself. As if the ghost disapproves of your reaction, you feel a sharp sting on your ass. Feeling a welt in the shape of a hand take form. After profusely apologizing, your coworker remakes the drink as you gather everything you scrub the floor.
At this point you're just inviting the ghost to use you at work. You're on all fours, starting to scrub the mess you created. You can feel it line itself up behind you. Thankfully your work apron is able to hide most of what's about to happen. You feel a few more smacks on your ass. On the last smack, its hand doesn't move from your ass.
Feeling it rip open a hole in your panties, it feels your soaked hole as you clean the floor. The cleaning position you're in offered the perfect cover for the ghost to fuck you. It did just that.
You could feel it grip your hips tight and begin ramming itself inside of you. Its thrusts are hard, aggressive, and full of passion. All it ever wants is to get you riled up and use your pussy. Trying to mask your moans, you scrub the floor harder. Making excuses to clean random spots as you get fucked.
Everyone is unaware of what’s unfolding in the very room as them. Hell, none of them know you’re being fucked silly in the same area their drinks are made. As much as you dread the ghost touching you, it feels really good. Almost too good.
It slams its cock deep inside of you. Hitting your sensitive cervix with such force you let out a noise. The pleasure begins to swell in your stomach. Feeling your orgasm begin to rise from the ghost fucking you so hard.
Your knees give out on you while you're still trying to hide by cleaning the floor. You bite your arm to mask the sounds of your moans from your climax. As you recover on the floor, you feel a warm liquid fill your pussy.
The ghost bred you, while you're at work, in front of your coworkers. You get up off the floor with shaky legs and try to work as if nothing happened.
Summary: Some more Perv!Ghost head cannons! This is a continuation. Perv!Ghost already has you letting him take you as he pleases, using your mouth, pussy, and tits. Now it's time for him to claim your ass.
Warnings: Somnophilia, Anal, Oral, Pervy Behavior
Perv!Ghost that loves getting his cum in your mouth. He will fuck your mouth with his cock while you are sleeping just so you spend the rest of the night with the taste of his release on your tongue.
Perv!Ghost that will jack off next to you while you eat your morning cereal just to shoot his cum into your mouth when you go to take another bite. You always got very upset with him the first few times he did it, but at this point, it only earns him an eye roll from you.
Perv!Ghost that will sit under your dining room table licking and sucking your clit while you have company over for dinner, knowing there’s nothing you can do to stop him but also knowing you can’t show your pleasure in front of your guests.
Perv!Ghost that rips a giant hole in your yoga pants when he walks in on you doing downward dog in the living room, needing to fuck your pussy at the sight alone.
Perv!Ghost that laughs to himself as he watches how calm you are now when he touches you and fucks you whenever he wants, loving how you are becoming his own personal fleshlight and toy.
Perv!Ghost that feels he needs to step it up to completely have free access to all of you. He has already claimed your mouth, tits, and pussy. The only thing left is your pretty little ass.
Perv!Ghost that watches you drift off to sleep, waiting for his chance to start preparing your tight hole for his cock.
Perv!Ghost that spends over an hour stretching your ass open on his fingers, listening to you moan in your sleep.
Perv!Ghost that decides you are ready and places his tip on your virgin asshole.
Perv!Ghost that gives your cheek a little slap to pull you from your slumber as he decides at the last minute that he wants you awake for your first anal fucking, needing to hear your needy whines and moans.
saw a pussy portal story, and omggggg i wish, imagine sitting bored through a lecture and a monster decides to use your portal???? getting absolutely wrecked by a giant ridged cock, panties ruined with your slick and the precum as this monster pounds your little pussy and you are forced to wobble off to the bathroom, curling up on the ground and letting the monster force broken and desperate little ah ah ah ah ahs out of your mouth, uncaring of other student who hear you cumming over and over in the stall, clenching and squirting on monster cock
the difference between men who hold you still in their lap and fuck up into you vs those who bounce you in their lap vs holding your hips and grinding you down on them
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