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Have you ever been eaten out while they have ice in their mouth? The warmth and haze cut through by a sharp coldness against your pussy, leaving you shivering and whining? Suddenly everything is sharper, more intense, so...sensitive. You can feel every bit of texture on their tongue, every small movement, even the smallest graze against your clit.

Trust me, it's fantastic <3

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I hate that I’m ovulating during daytime bc like… I’m over here possessed by a sex demon made of my own hormones, trying to write smut of my OCs, and fielding texts from my mom about how to prevent wax melts from sticking to the dish

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— it's mate

Pairing: yandere tentacle-monster x gn reader

Summary: coming home angry from a bad day at work, you started to have fun with yourself. But some tentacles under your bed also wanted to join.

Warnings: yandere behavior, cursing, and smut: mention of dildo’s, reader watches porn from phone (that's soon forgotten), masturbation, slight choking, tentacles (DUH), anal, creampie in all ends (;)), and hints at eggs. 

Sighing softly, you dropped your bags from work as you entered your home, the exhaustion of the day at the office weighing heavy on your shoulders. 

Your dickbag of a boss, Jared, was an idiot. Blaming you for things that were out of your control. Treating you differently than the rest of your team. Teasing too far and being too touchy for comfort. What an ignorant prick. 

It was irritating just thinking about him. 

Watching his ‘unique’ hair toss back, dye a colorful green, and flaunt it like it’s the most amazing thing. Oh, and let’s not forget about the horrible smell of cigarettes. The sharp cologne was worse. 

Gagging was a good way of describing him.

You weren’t hungry. Eating soup at lunch was fulfilling, but you were fulfilling something else. Something more… private. 

Walking into your bedroom, you sluggishly undressed yourself, throwing the dirty clothes onto the floor as you reached for your t-shirt. But you hesitated, stopping in your tracks before, knowing full well you don’t need it. 

It was a long day, and you deserve a treat. A good treat, that’s for sure. 

You flopped on your bed, a sizzling warmth of desire swirling in your stomach. You were unsure where the urge came from, considering that nothing — not even your favorite dildos were in sight to tempt you. 

But it was still there, and it needed to be satiated. 

The soft comforter tickled your bare legs, making you bite your lips. You snaked your hands up your stomach to your chest, fondling your now-hardened nubs. It sent chills down your spine, but it wasn’t satisfying your needs. 

You reached beside you, unlocking your phone with swift fingers, and began your search; the reliable porn site you used all the time when days were too rough. 

Quickly finding an appealing video, one that you knew would get you off, you pressed it — feeling your thighs clench uncontrollably at the excitement. 

As the video continued, you chewed your lips and snaked your hand underneath your laced underwear; feeling wetness pile. Your head falls back into your pillow, your fingers barely grazing your hole.

You felt your entire body flush. Electricity sends signals down your legs and into your sex. Within seconds, one of your hands went up to fondle your sensitive nipples. Gripping at them, you swirled a finger around your areola. 

Goosebumps rode over you. 

Gasping, you stroked your hole before entering it — slowing the pace as stretching, slight pain came, then quickening it another second later as pleasure and hotness envelops you. 

“Fuck–” you rasped out, pleasure shooting through you and the rope in your abdomen tightening; a clear sign of your closeness. 

Your phone slid beside you, the voices and sounds turning you on more than ever. You quickened the pace of your rubbing, swirling your juices in your sex with your two fingers. 

Suddenly, a faint feeling — a sliding, wet object wraps around your ankle, yanking it closer to the edge. Even with your fingers, you were too occupied with wanting to finish. But yet, something else joined in. 

Black tentacles rose from under your bed, connecting to your ankles and going up your body with a weird sensation: a cold, slick but hot touch. It was pleasing. Odd. Enjoyable nevertheless. 

Cursing out, you turned your gaze down towards your bare legs, seeing black tendrils gripping your ankles. Realization hit you like a bat, and you snatched your legs up, scrambling to sit upright. 

But the darkness grew bigger – pooling around your legs, dragging your form down slowly as they gripped your thighs, skin pulling at the sounds of suction cups pulling at them. 

It was pleasant, fulfilling, just like your desire. Despite your racing heart.

It made no sound, but the pressure increased until your legs parted willingly, and you lay back against your pillow. Yet, you let out a surprised gasp – feeling a black tendril immediately coming up and gripping your neck. 

The thick appendage swirled around your face, pulsing in a way as it was leaving a type of sticky substance onto your cheek — It stopped at your mouth, almost asking for consent before forcing it into your parted lips.

You gagged, but mewled as an intense pleasure like nothing you had ever experienced swept through you, starting from your sex and sweeping up your body, right under your skin like thunder. 

Cool and insistent, the pleasure seemed to touch you everywhere and nowhere all at once.

Something purred loudly from the blacks of your room. But you couldn’t pay attention to the almost-ancient voice. 

The tentacle in your mouth began to pump slowly, moving further down your throat. You gagged loudly, and when you tried pulling it out, the slick but hot-to-touch skin rose a large growl from the abyss of your room — the sound echoing itself into your very soul. 

You found yourself mewling in seconds. The thick, iridescent tendril between your legs started to tease you; purring loudly, as if it was enjoying your tensed body and gagging state. 

First heat then cold prickled your skin from the inside, all the while the creature remained between your bent legs. 

You knew you should be afraid, yelling for help, but it felt so good. You were so wet.

Then, what felt like a thick, serpentine tongue lapped curiously around your sex, tasting you, before the very tip pressed against your hole and you yelped. That same numbing, tingling, intense hot and cold, almost like when you tasted alcohol for the first time, began to swirl around your hole, tracing the lines of your puffed sex, and finally dipping inside you.

You moaned in pleasure, toes curling, as the creature moved rhythmically in and out of you, licking over your nipples when it pulled out, then returning the pressure to your inner walls until you were dripping and shuddering. 

It seemed to like it when you moaned, pushing deeper and gripping your thighs with its strange, tentacles which joined in your other hole.

“More…” breathed a deep and echoing voice, the walls of your room itself echoing the demand. 

You were stuffed in each way. 

The tentacle in your mouth started to jerk quickly, the tentacle slapping against your chin with every thrust. You moaned, feeling pleasure sweeping through you, you wanted to say more. Please give me more. But you couldn’t. 

Not when you’re stuffed to the brim. 

Spit dribbled down your chin. Numbing your skin as it face-fucked you; the movements becoming uneven, and the creature, somehow, groaning in a non-English language. 

“Such a pretty thing…”

The voice rang in your ears, your throat bulged as a muffled scream erupted from you — feeling pulsing ropes coiling around your arms, legs, and thighs; wrapping each of your limbs tightly and spreading you wider as you rose faster to your needed climax. 

Suddenly, an intense pleasure like nothing you had ever experienced swept through you, starting from your sex and sweeping up your body under your skin like electricity. 

And with that, the length, deep-throating you, sent hot strings of fluid down your throat; coating your tongue with salty, but delicious fluid that was entirely making you crazy. 

“Yesss….” came the echoed voice, one tendril tightening around your leg as another was playing with your nipples, “Swallow us whole, pretty human.”

Your eyes were watering, as you swallowed the continuous hot, thick fluid down your tightening throat. You couldn’t breathe, all your holes being used.

Seconds went by, and before you know it, the creature slid itself out of your abused throat — you let out a low-pitched whine, not only at the fact of not finishing, but wanting to continue.

Your struck nerves were going through the roof, and the creature was enjoying it.

“No need to be upset,” the creature cooed, “You’ll soon finish. Just need to prepare for the breeding process, mate.”

The voice hummed as your eyes widened. But, it left with no room for questioning or begging, because when it said that, you were quickly repositioned — you now being on your stomach, face being squished against your pillow, and feeling a rope slithering down your sleek back. Assuring you as to what’s about to come. 

Your heart lurched as you felt something much larger, thicker, took the place of the thin tentacle, the head testing against your entrances until your spine arched, and you moaned loudly against the writhing darkness around you. 

Then, in one brutal motion, it seated itself inside you. 

Its lengths filled you, and something pressed against that spot as its movements crescendoed, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

You moaned shamelessly, “Yes–! More!” 

The surrounding air got warmer, the movements behind you slightly rougher as each tentacle took turns — one going in, another going out, and vice versa. 

“All ours.”

The growls it revealed sent shivers into your soul. And you were taking everyone like a whore. 

Pleasure like you’ve never felt before swept through you, and you bit into the sheets, moaning like a good ol’ breeder as drool smeared across your hot skin. Strong, and thick tentacles surrounded your waist, arms, and thighs as it pounded into you faster as it growled loudly. 

And finally, you broke. 

You came with a scream, back arching, hips lifting, and hands gripping the wet sheets. Your body spasmed, the rope in your stomach snapped, and the fire spread along your body; sending you over the edge.

“You take us so well — sooo tight.”

And with that, the creature climaxed — hot, thick, and filling cum filled you to the prim. Many tentacles nuzzle your neck, jaw, and help pull your sweaty hair out of your forehead. 

It purred as the fluid filled you still. You felt the tentacles still pleasuring you, sliding in and out of your spent holes at a tortuously slow speed. Even though you were full, you felt hot liquid dribble down your thighs and onto the bed. 

The creature chuckled, a slimy-like tongue licking your sweat. It seemed to enjoy your taste.

“We promise to provide the best treatment for you – after all, we are not done.”

You didn’t say anything, even though you wanted to. You simply allowed exhaustion to wash over you, claiming you instantly as your eyes fluttered closed. 

The next morning, the birds chirping and the morning light shining in your room, you grunted at your sore body. Still feeling the same hotness as you felt before. At first, you were so sure it had to be a dream.

But as you looked down, seeing circled hickeys stained onto your skin, and the sheets stained with liquid, it proved you wrong.

Before you could get up, and use the bathroom to clean yourself up from the very messy night — you felt a thick appendage wrap around your ankle, yanking you back into the bed. And before you could speak, something beat you to it.

“Didn’t we tell you we are not done? We need you as our personal mate.”

Goosebumps rose, and the very ache inside you throbbed. 

Before long, you were at it again — all your holes used, your ass and main hole used as breeding grounds as your mouth was used as a bucket holder. And yet, you couldn’t ask for more than a perfect thing. 

You couldn’t say anything, your voice was worn out too long ago that you had forgotten. 

And yet, just as you placed your hand on your belly, hours already passed as a small tentacle affectingly swirled against your fingers, you felt your tummy quite larger; a hint of its impregnating grounds already working. 

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📚 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤📚

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ᴍᴅɴɪ ꩜ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ꩜ ᴛᴇɴᴛᴀᴄʟᴇ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ x ɢɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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It shouldn’t have been this hard.

You were meant to be in the library studying. And while you were in the library, you were doing anything but studying. The college was one of the oldest known buildings, and there were many odd things that happened around the school. But this would have to be one of the oddest.

You’d been in the farthest corner of the library, copying down notes for your upcoming test, when you heard a soft rustling coming from behind you. You lifted your head and looked around, yet you didn’t really see anything. Turning back to your work and shaking your head, the lack of sleep must be getting to you.

But you must’ve been sleep deprived in order to hallucinate the black tendrils slithering along the floor near your feet. Cocking your head to the side as you blinked a few times, hoping they would go away.

Yet, they didn’t. You looked behind you and saw yellow unblinking eyes staring at you from a crevice in the wall. Its gaze made a chill run down my spine, a spike of fear in your heart and a soft gasp leaving your lips as you felt the cool slick feeling of a tentacle making its way under your pant leg.

You should’ve screamed, should’ve ran away from whatever horror lived in this school. Yet it’s like you were frozen in place, watching as the appendage made its way up your leg. It inched higher and higher, a warmth pooling between your thighs, a blush spreading on your cheeks as you looked around, wondering if anyone could see what was happening. But it was only you in this section, the book shelves obscuring any view of you.

The slick tendrils prodded at the fabric of your underwear but had trouble getting under it. Swallowing softly and looking around to make sure there was truly no one else near you, you couldn’t believe you were really about to do this.

You lifted your hips and shimmied your jeans and underwear down just a little bit, enough to feel the cold air of the library on your skin. You still felt the tentacle struggling a little so you decided to throw the dog a bone, looking around one more time before gently bending yourself over the table, just enough to have your hips in the air. Picking back up your pen and trying to continue writing down your notes, but the creature behind you had other ideas.

You felt the slick black tentacle poking and prodding your entrance, making you blush harder as you tried to ignore it, trying to act like nothing was happening. Yet when you felt it finally push in, felt it making itself at home along your warm insides, you couldn’t help but let a pant escape your lips. Poor thing was just cold, needed something warm and wet to bury into, and you were more than willing to help.

Your writing got shakier as you felt it slowly start to move, it was a fairly thin appendage, enough to hit the sweet nerves along your walls. But it wouldn’t be satisfied with just one, slowly you could feel two more tentacles making their way up the back of your thighs, making your eyes widen. You bit your lip and were about to swat the tendrils away when you felt them, one by one, slide along side their companion.

You were starting to feel stuffed and you could feel yourself leaking. With your busy schedule you barely had time to come before bed most nights, this was the most action you’d gotten in months. Biting your lip to keep yourself silent and gripping your pen almost to the breaking point as you felt them all start to move.

They were skinny separately, but all of them together, thrusting in your tight little hole, was enough to make your eyes flutter. All of them moving at a different pace, feeling yourself dribble down your thighs as they filled you. Your thighs shaking softly as you moved from gripping your pen to gripping the table, not able to stop the soft little noises spilling from your lips as they sped up. You were so out of it you barely noticed the fourth black tendril, making its way up your arm and to your parted lips. This one was thicker than the others, and as it slithered into the warm cavern of your mouth, it muffled the surprised gasp that left you.

It quickly realized it could go deeper than just your mouth, sliding down your throat and slowly starting to fuck it. Moving back and forth, a sensation so dirty yet so heavenly it was enough to make your eyes roll back as the tendrils between your thighs moved faster. They could feel your walls constricting around them, and they loved nothing more than to stay in the tight and welcoming warmth of your holes.

Time blurred, you didn’t really know how long you’d been there, thighs shaking as they brought you over the edge multiple times, cum dripping down to a puddle on the carpet beneath you. Drooling on the tentacle down your throat when you feel their pace get almost frantic. Your eyes hazy and half lidded as you let your holes get used, gripping the table weakly as their pace got relentless. Clawing at the wood with your nails as you felt all of them go as deep as they could, stuffing you to the brim as they reached release.

Your throat filled with warm slick goo, making you choke a little bit and you had no choice but to swallow. The substance trickling down your thighs as they nestled together in you one more time before pulling out, leaving your holes used and filled.

You had to take a moment, panting and feeling your legs shake as you laid against the table, taking your time to come back into your body. You slowly slid back up your jeans, sitting back down on the chair and cringing at the sight of the puddle of cum and goo on the floor beneath you. Swallowing softly you looked around again, stealing a glance behind you, and that’s when you noticed the yellow eyes in the crevice of the wall staring at you, still unblinking, but it's curious gaze had shifted.

You could’ve sworn it looked at you with love.

[thank you for all the love! Gonna be honest, @ozzgin and the house monster really got to me😮‍💨 come back next week for pack of werewolves x plane crash survivor!]

Part 2

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A/N: This is the story I prepared for my Monster Championship finalist! You can read the dragon one over @monstersholygrail account, go give her some love, too. Enjoy!

Tentacled

Gn!Tentacle-monster x fem!reader || size difference, dub-com (very light), overstimulation, double penetration, tentacle sex

Once you stepped into the monster’s match event, you didn’t know what was going to happen. You filled a very long quiz about your preferences, and you were a bit shy when you gave it to the monster on the front desk, your face flaming as you checked over your answers… tentacles being the big thing you were looking for after trying all tentacle dildos available in the market. That costed you a little fortune, and you wanted more… you needed more. You didn’t know why, but there was something inside of you that craved that. That craved to be so full of monster that you couldn’t think anymore. And then you saw the event… and you swallowed your embarrassment and signed up.

And there you were, nervous and excited, anticipation boiling inside your tummy and making the butterflies go crazy. You were more than ready to be debauched by a tentacle monster, hopefully.

“Follow me,” a naga with a clipboard said, pointing to her right. She took you down a corridor framed by doors at either side. “It said you didn’t care if the monster could speak your language, is that right?” You nodded. “And you also didn’t mind the gender of your monster, correct?” You nodded again. She checked something over her clipboard and opened a door to her right. You gasped as she said: “This is Al… enjoy?” The naga said, chuckling a little as she moved away, leaving you staring at the biggest monster you’ve ever seen.

The monster did something akin to a chirp, you couldn’t understand any of it but it felt like a greeting, so you raised your hand in a salute. Their big mouth with teeth as sharp as knives opened in a smile, and you shivered, but then the rest of his body moved and you could see the dozens of tentacles dancing around, and your insides clenched. Your body tensed in anticipation as you approached the monster in front of you.

They reached to you carefully, a slimy tentacle touching your hand. You took it, squeezing it in reassurance that you wanted to be there, you craved to be there, to be touched by those tentacles, to be fucked until you couldn’t walk.

And that’s all the signal they needed.

Their tentacles embraced your body as you squirmed a bit, trying to get comfortable over the giant monster under you. It was so much and not at all at the same time, you needed more but didn’t know how to ask for it. The tentacle monster under you was smiling in almost a creepy way, but it only made you feel more aroused, the edge of danger making you as horny as ever.

In a blink, you were naked, and there were tentacles all over your soft skin, caressing and touching, probing and pinching until you were squirming and your pussy was getting wet.

A tentacle teased your asshole, and you were more than glad you prepped before arriving, your asshole already stretched and ready to be fucked into next week. The monster seemed to appreciate it, too, grunting as the tentacle pushed inside slowly, the suckers all over your body adding pressure. You knew you’d be all marked up the next day, and that only made your pussy wetter, clenching over emptiness and making you whimper.

You wanted to scream at them to take you already, to fuck your pussy so deep you could feel them against your cervix. But they didn’t. They only fucked your asshole slowly, the rest of the tentacles caressing your body and sucking everywhere they could. It was exhilarating and wild, and you felt like you were about to burst at any second.

But then another tentacle found your open mouth, gaping in pleasure, and slowly parted your lips, caressing the inside of your cheeks, latching the suckers to your tongue in something akin to a kiss that made you groan around it, your lips closing over it and making the big monster rumble under you.

You sucked hard, and the monster stopped moving, as if you surprised them. You did it again, and the tentacle in your asshole started moving faster, the tip wriggling inside of you and sending a cascade of fluttery sensations down your spine. You tried to scream, but the monster only takes the opportunity to slip the tentacle further down your throat, making you gag a little as you sucked around it.

You felt overwhelmed in the best way possible.

But you still felt so empty with your pussy dripping and empty. You rolled your hips, asking for more, wanting more… And then you felt it. The tip of the biggest tentacle pressing against your warm opening. You moaned, and the monster purred under you. It was so close to fucking your pussy… So close….

You didn’t get a warning before the tentacle pushed deep inside your welcoming heat, tickling your cervix and starting a fast pace that had you moaning and gagging, your body under their control as the rest of the tentacles held you and moved you like a doll. The tentacles fucking every one of your holes plus the ones sucking and pulling at every sensitive place of your body were driving you insane.

There were tentacles everywhere, sucking on your nipples, latching to your clit, fucking every one of your holes as they moved you around… It was everything you desired and more.

You came. And they didn’t stop. They kept fucking you until you were propelled over the edge again. And again. And again. So many times you couldn’t keep count, and you still craved more. It was like the tentacles unlocked something more inside of you. It was too much, but you couldn’t get enough. You were spiraling into a pleasure you never knew existed…

And then everything exploded into a thousand stars behind your closed eyelids as pleasure ripped through your body and made you scream around the tentacle buried down your throat. It was even better than the orgasms you had before, bigger and stronger in a way you didn’t even know could be possible. It was like your whole body changed around the tentacles holding and fucking your body. It was earth-shattering, it was just… indescribable and better than you could ever imagine.

The monster grunted, a low vibration that drove you further into pleasure as you felt warm release filling your holes, washing over your body as every tentacle around you released a clear warm substance that tingled your skin and made you more sensitive to touch. You screamed as the tentacle in your mouth pulled back, your voice getting hoarse as wave after wave of heat ran down your body, your breathing erratic and your lower holes clenching over the tentacles still filling your insides.

You closed your eyes for a second, your brain going blank as your body seized with pleasure. By the time you came back down, you were still stuffed, but the tentacles weren’t moving anymore, only caressing your gross skin, covered in fluids.

You were trying to get your breathing under control when you heard it. “You were perfect, my mate,” the voice sounded inside your brain and you let out a screech.

“You… You just talked inside my head,” you let out with a manic laugh, still a bit breathless and sore all over.

“A communication only reserved to true mates, my love, my lovely human…” They said, their tentacles once again caressing your bruised skin. You shivered when more tentacles joined, probing your tender holes again. “Do you need more? Do you crave me as I crave you, my mate?”

You could only nod as the tentacles pushed inside of you once again and your brain melted in pleasure.

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Pervy Clingy!Tentacle Monster bf who has to be filling you at all times.

He tends to always run cold and your sweet fat cunt is so nice and warm. You can’t blame him for always wanting to burrow in and be close to you. Even when you’re not together he finds a way to be with you at all times.

Going as far as to unlatch a tentacle for you to act as a nice plug for your pretty pussy. He still has full control of it so at random times of the day he’ll wiggle around, nuzzle in deeper, and latch a suction onto that bundle of nerves inside you till you’re gushing your sweet juices all over for him to absorb.

Pervy Clingy!Tentacle Monster bf who has to have every last bit of your cum and slick for himself.

On the days you do manage to go without being filled by him, your bf can’t stop thinking about how much you’re leaking throughout the day. Especially when he sends you all those dirty texts and pics by the hour, spamming your phone and making sure you’re so turned on it’s painful.

When you finally get home for the day you always head straight to the shower to cool off and that’s when your bf strikes. Stealing your panties straight out of the basket and burying his face in the soaked cloth. His cock jerks and he moans as the taste of your slick floods his mouth. He sucks at the fabric until they’re wet with only his spit. All your essence fully down his throat. But then he panics, realizing you’re in the shower alone and he quickly rushes into the bathroom to get some more of your yummy taste.

Pervy Clingy!Tentacle Monster bf who can’t have you pleasuring yourself without him. How dare you deprive him of your cum?

He’s heard you during your countless talks about respecting boundaries and needing your alone time. But surely you don’t mean when you’re horny and in need of release. No one could take care of you better than he can. He hears your moans through the wall (because his ear is pressed up against it) and he knows you don’t feel as good with your toys than you do with him.

So he sees absolutely no problem with sneaking into your toy box and replacing all your dildos with varies sizes of his tentacles. With the room dark the next time you go to play with yourself, you don’t even notice the switch until your bf starts rubbing his length along that spot inside you that turns your world upside down. You shriek in both pleasure and surprise. You don’t even have the time to get angry at him because he’s fucking you dumb in an instant all without even being in the same room.

Pervy Clingy!Tentacle Monster bf who doesn’t think there’s anything that can’t be solved with sex.

You’re upset with him after all the stunts he’s been pulling lately. You’ve barely even talked to him let alone touched him and it’s practically torture. He needs to touch you, to feel your pleasure radiating off of you and knowing he’s the cause.

Not being able to stand it any longer (it’s been an afternoon) your bf snuggles up behind you, wrapping his tentacles tightly around your body and drawing you into his chest. Knowing how weak you are for him.

Like expected you melt in his embrace the longer he murmurs his apologies, even as his tentacles make their way to your hot dripping core. He knows you’re still upset with him, even as he plunges a few of his tentacles deep inside your perfect cunt, starting a pace so ruthless your body jerks with every snap of his tentacles.

He asks you after each orgasm he forces from your fucked out body if you’ve forgiven him yet. If you say no or just can’t answer he’ll take it as a no and fuck you again. Bringing you to release over and over until you can’t remember why you were ever even mad to begin with.

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You didn't know it, but your body made dying worth it.

Becoming a ghost was the worst. He couldn't leave his haunt, no one could see him, and the landlord took all his stuff. When you moved into the house, the ghost was annoyed at first. They liked having the space to themselves. That changed the first time he saw you naked. For the first time, he was happy to be a ghost. Because you never knew when he was watching.

He started small, just watching you shower. Loving the way the water ran down your breasts. Enjoying the show you didn't realize you were putting on.

But he wanted more.

You were asleep the first time he touched you. Gently fondling your breasts. When you didn't wake up, he slowly unbuttoned your pajama top. Exposing your tits. He spent the night playing with them, becoming intimately familiar with the feel of them in his hands.

The next night, you wore a nightgown. He was practically drooling when he lifted it, pulling it all the way up to your neck. Then he took off your panties. You stayed asleep as he admired your bare body.

The third night he couldn't resist anymore. He undressed you and spread your legs. You began to stir as he explored your pussy with his fingers and tongue. You moaned and spread your legs wider. You thought you were dreaming. He loved watching you cum in your sleep, unaware that your "wet dream" was very much real.

When he finally fucked you, he knew he would never stop. Watching your pussy gape around his invisible cock, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your sleepy moans...it was addictive. Every night, he'd be back to enjoy your compliant body. The perfect toy.

Being a ghost wasn't so bad.

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Hypnosis as a sign of devotion and obsession>>>

I want you so bad I am going to brainwash you into obsessing over me back. Hypnotizing you to see only me, hear only me, even in public. Hypnotizing you to feel pleasure from my touch, to feel empty when you are away from me and blissful when you are with me. Slowly washing away any other thoughts out of your mind while you smile sweetly by my side, willingly giving up your free will because you know how well you will be taken care of

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Sit on my face so I can help you turn off that overthinking brain of yours

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Over power me please I’m sorry I mean manhandle fuck I meant hold me down against my will shit I meant use me like a Ragdoll

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Making you repeat all the disgusting things I call you, while I'm fingering you, so we can feel which ones you clench on the most

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Craving something so obsessive that it borders on religious devotion

[pside-b]

Date night aka fucking you while Duel of the Fates is playing in the background

[pside-b]

Yes, little girl, you can sit on my lap and suck on my fingers while we watch Star Wars

[pside-b]

"You're just a dumb kid that needs some guidance in your life" while I keep you pinned to wall and finger you

[pside-b]

Shut up for a minute and listen to how happy dad makes your pussy when I touch you like this