fantasy stuff

18+ only! late 20s nb.

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

The idea of being fucked by ghosts ngh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[eldritchpotato]

I've not seen enough living clothing posts.

Cursed armour that can't be removed and just genty fucks you to the edge no matter how much you writhe for more or try to escape.

Cursed clothing that that constantly teases and sucks your nipples. If you try to stop it, they bind and tie you up until you're helpless.

Cursed equipment that caresses and gropes you in public, and there's nothing you can do about it.

A whole family of mimics just living on and inside you.

[dungeon-party]

a mad scientist giddily jotting down notes as their creation fucks into you

[blanchebees]

Beefy knights

Tip jar

[meghane-broadcast]

wanna try？😃

[tony-the-tigers-juicy-armpit]

WHAT??? LOL

[instructionsuncleartoaster]

Game mechanics is such an underrated kink.

Like I want to be fucked so hard you can see my intelligence stat go down and getting the statuses of “impregnated x 5,” “mind broken,” and “job change: fuck toy”

[slimefucker]

trans man impaled on horse cock!!!!

trans man impaled on knotted cock!!!!

trans man impaled on monster cock!!!!

you agree. reblog.

[chimerathingcock]

uh huh, whatever [sticks tentacles in your ears and your eyes start rolling in different directions while your eyelids twitch]

[officialprincess]

was going to write something completely different but ended up writing eldritch mermaid tentacle porn instead. happens to the best of us.

read it below or here.

Be still.

The voice echoes through your mind, reverberates through your very soul. You can’t help but obey the command. You stop thrashing, despite the fear gripping you as you’re pulled down, down, down towards the bottom of the sea. The edges of your vision begin to blur, then go black.

The creature pulling you down caresses your cheek with a long, thin tentacle. When it reaches your lips, it pushes inside.

This is it, you think. This is how I die.

Except… you don’t die. Instead, the substance the tentacle is secreting into your mouth sharpens your senses suddenly and completely. The darkness fades from your vision. You can see, despite the depth you’ve been pulled to. And more importantly, you can breathe.

You suck greedily on the tentacle the second you realise what it’s doing to you. The creature begins to pump it in and out of your mouth, slowly dragging tiny, bumpy suction cups along the surface of your tongue.

It feels… good.

It feels really, really good.

More tentacles begin to run along your body, sliding easily underneath the clothing you’d been wearing on the deck of the cruise ship you’d fallen off of. One of them traces the shell of your ear. Others slide against your nipples, already sensitive from the shock of the cold water against your skin.

Submit to me.

That same voice echoes through your mind, and you can’t fight it. You don’t even want to fight it, not when every cell in your body has been ignited by the tentacles wrapping around you.

The tentacle in your mouth pushes down your throat, and if it had been anything else you would have choked. You find yourself so relaxed, though, that it slides right in. The tentacle is fucking you, you realise belatedly. The tentacle is fucking your throat. This… creature is fucking your throat!

Mermaid.

You try to nod, to show you understand the correction you’ve just been offered, but the thought flits across your mind and passes by before you can begin to act on it. The tentacles snaking beneath your clothes have found another hole to enter, and one thick, besuckered appendage does just that. With a garbled moan around the tentacle currently fucking your throat, it’s all you can do to tremble as you’re fucked. Spitroasted between two tentacles pumping in and out of you, a warmth unlike anything you’ve ever felt before begins to build in you.

Feel my pleasure.

And fuck, do you feel it. The mermaid’s tentacles wrap more tightly around you, holding you tightly in place as it fucks in and out of you. Desperate whimpers escape your lips, past the appendage in your mouth, and are immediately swallowed by the sea.

The pleasure continues to build. You find yourself blinded by it, this white-hot desperation. The tentacles fuck you faster, harder. The resolve that the mermaid seemed to have at the beginning, to slowly fuck you until your mind was blank and empty, seems to have failed. It doesn’t matter, of course. Your mind has been empty since the mermaid’s very first command.

With one, two, three forceful thrusts, the mermaid’s tentacles shudder inside of you. At the same time, the pleasure that has been building hits a blinding crescendo. When you orgasm, your eyes roll back in your head from the force of it, and the tentacles holding you in place pull you down so that the tentacle inside of you is as deep as physically possible.

Abruptly, you find the tentacle in your mouth replaced with an appendage that vaguely resembles a human penis, but the texture and size are completely different. It’s bigger, girthier, and is the same texture as the tentacles. Small ridges line the sides of the appendage instead of suckers.

The mermaid shudders again, and the tentacle still shoved deep inside of you thrusts lazily. The appendage in your mouth shoots something down your throat. You have to assume it’s cum, but it tastes nothing like any cum you’ve ever put in your mouth before. It’s almost sweet, with a bewildering tang that reminds you bizarrely of orange juice,

You swallow it. You have to swallow it. You need to swallow it. Your world has narrowed to a point, and this cum is the only real thing that matters.

Good.

You want more, you realise as you slowly begin to come down. It’s getting harder to breathe, as the effects of the tentacle’s secretion slowly begins to wear off. But your body still feels electrified. The creature slides its sexual organ from your mouth and slides one tentacle along your cheek, up into your hair, smoothing it down where the water has pushed it into your face.

You open your mouth, tongue out desperately. You can still taste the echo of orange juice, but disappointingly, the seawater is salty and replaces the taste of it almost immediately.

If anything, the mermaid seems amused by this display of desperation. It slides the tentacle down, playing with the tip of your tongue.

Don’t worry. You will have plenty.

When it goes back to its original task of dragging you down, down, down towards the deepest, darkest depths, you find yourself unafraid. The tentacle slides back between your lips, and you suck, suck, suck in contentment until you reach the bottom of the sea. There, shapes begin to emerge from the rocky underwater cave before you, and you see several similar creatures swimming lazily over to join you and fill you up with their beautiful, writhing tentacles.

[furbasement]

Art by cldmkr

[biscuitdragonwithastick]

Cursing someone’s hole to be tied to a fleshlight sounds like the best kind of revenge.

You now have this fleshlight you can carry around in your pocket. The hole, lovingly rendered with magic. You can watch as it clenches and throbs under your touch. From some distant, and of course hidden area, you can watch as the person its tied to begin to panic as you make good use of your new fleshlight.

You push some lubed fingers inside, twirling them around and spreading them in that heat. The poor victim gasps and brings a hand over their hole to try and stop the intrusion. They don’t know what’s happening, this can’t be real. Their face heats up as they realize they’re in public and can’t leave to figure out what’s going on.

You thrust your fingers now, fully fucking into their hole. The victim will learn to get used to your touch.

You pick out times you know they’ll be at work. Despite wanting to watch their panicked distress at all times, you need your own place to appreciate their hole. You lavish it with your tongue, spending hours licking and sucking of the “fake” silicone of your fleshlight. You buy massive dildos to play with. Starting with ribbed flared cocks and finishing off with thick knotted werewolf cocks.

The next time you see them, they’re a wreck. Legs trembling and eyes glazed over as they try to get on with some grocery shopping. It’s probably because of the vibrator you’ve strapped to the fleshlight locked to max speed. You wonder how long until you fully break them.

[sceptixfakemon]

fat koopa tcock (hopefully tumblr doesn't nuke this one but in case it does, my bsky)

[yaoihentaikami]

Null Null

[private-men-two]

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[daydreamingoutloud94]

I wish tentacle monsters were real so fucking bad. Being strung up and unable to fight back as long appendages grope and prod at your holes. Secreting a slimy substance that makes you feel warm and tingly. Pressing deep inside you, twisting and writhing, hiting places you didn't know existed. More and more tentacles force themselves inside, stretching you beyond belief. One snakes down your throat. You're bounced around helplessly as it fucks you for hours. It doesn't quit until each tentacle unloads itself inside. Your stomach swells all the cum, and when the tentacles retreat your holes gush with it. You're left broken and used on the cold ground, but you almost wish it never ended.

[xenozoophavorites]

Monster Gangbang Lust

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[of-mutts-and-men]

Ok but a brothel were customers pick who they will fuck from a gallery of glass enclosures with workers blindfolded being fucked by a fuck machine. They can just watch or play with the speed to see how they do. Higher payers get first picks

Sounds like a good pet play thing hehehe. Not to completely change it, but all I can think about is a row of pets for people to look at or be able to test out in their cages.