#ghost nsft

[con-dientes]

Imagine getting fucked by a ghost or an invisible force in front of a mirror. There’s nothing you can do but feel and see your gaping pussy. The best part is that you never know when they’re going to fuck you again since you can’t see them <3

[justanotherswitch]

Spending your life devoted to another. Making a home with them, becoming inseparable. Growing old in the arms of your lover.

When they pass before you, you can always still feel their presence. You can smell their perfume in the air. You can sense warmth at your dinner table. Maybe you're crazy, but at night when you touch yourself you could swear you feel familiar hands.

They grab your hips, leave scratches and handprints for you to find later. Afterlife could not keep them from finding a way to touch you again.

[weretentaclegirl]

When your new roommate said the apartment was haunted, you thought he was crazy. He said the ghost was friendly, that he liked to move things around and knock on doors sometimes, that you didn’t need to worry, and you didn’t pay any mind to it because the apartment was really nice and cheap.

But now you know he was right. Kind of. He got two things wrong: there were more than one ghost, and they were not friendly. They were horny. They touch you anytime, anywhere, no matter what you’re doing. You go nights without sleep because they keep fingering you and fucking you with their invisible cocks. You can’t take a shower without your pussy and mouth being used. Your panties are always wet thanks to their constant teasing, but they almost never let you cum, so you’re perpetually needy.

You cannot possibly tell your roommate about the embarrassing situation, so you refuse to leave your bedroom if he’s home. But now he wants to introduce you to some of his friends who came to watch the superbowl and you’ve run out of excuses, so you have to do your best to keep it together and watch the game while the ghosts do whatever they want with you.

[squishysoftmonsters]

Mature +18 Sexual Themes Minors/Ageless DNI

💚Imagine moving to a mansion from the 1900s that was abandonned because it was haunted. You decided to fix it,leaving certain ritual things as they were. You slept the night nude as usual,waking up the next morning feeling sexually pilaged as if a gang of horny spirits went to town on you while asleep!

Before bed,you set up a camera to see spirits and it was a group of bad demon minotaur boys and what seemed to be their mammoth sized father. They'd grunt and laugh as they had fun with you,sleeping peacefully not feeling them.

But they made themselves known as days passed. You'd be fondled while cooking..fingered to the point that you had to stifle pants working in the garden. You got tongued and throated in the shower while trying to wash your feet and lastly gagged and blindfolded by the naughty spirits as they took turns with your helpless body in the laundry room!

The father seemed to like you a lot,as he'd show up the most. After months,you got the home functional and beautiful and grew used to spectral sex throughout the day as many more spirits came to you!

After a long day at work,you'd strip down when you came home,letting the spirits have their way. If you felt a lump rub,finger inside you,cool tongue kiss or lick to your bits You'd stop everything to satiate their needs,spreading for them,to feel their cool penises go into your holes rough and warm up after a few moments. Puddles of your juices was fine..they loved how you tasted and craved more each time.

You were never deprived,or ever needed a boyfriend. It was just you and your spirits💚

[frankensteinstdick]

Accidentally entering a binding ritual with a ghost so now they haunt you, following you around everywhere and only you can see them. Sometimes he’ll disappear into another realm but it can’t be for too long. Eventually you both resign to the fact that you’re joined forever.

When he does enter the other realm you like to take the opportunity to have some time to yourself without that nuisance of a ghost (although you’d call them a poltergeist) around. Most of the time this comes in the form of a hurried wank. Especially since you’ve been getting more and more tense with your ghost about.

Except one time you don’t finish in time before his return. He’s loud and clumsy as he renters the living realm, shocking you out of the building orgasm you’d almost reached. You’re stopped, three fingers inside you whilst two paused from rubbing against your dick. Your ghost is frozen in shock too, eyes wide as he stares at your cock, which had grown substantially after starting t. Of course, your ghost being the age they are had never seen a cock like yours before.

He sweeps across the room to stand before you, gaze flitting between your face and your dick. Unsure of what exactly to do you pull your fingers out with a wet squelch, holding back a moan as you do it. You wipe your fingers against your thigh and notice his eyes trailing the movement of your hand in awe. Suddenly, he asks if he can touch it, it’s so out of the blue that you stutter and say yes unsure what ‘it’ was even referring to.

That’s when you feel their touch, a shocking cold against the scorching hot skin of your dick. You can’t hold back your moan at this, the contrast of temperatures too intense. Subconsciously you buck your hips up, pushing into his touch. You recognise the mischievous grin that spreads across your ghost’s face whatever he has planned you just know it’ll be excruciating but you cannot wait…

[ghoulishbatz]

Hey guys sorry I continuously go missing .. here’s a drawing of my wife (Aurora ghoulette) NSFW + BLOOD WARNING

[ambrose-kit]

I knew there must've been a reason the rent was dirt cheap, but I didn't expect this.

It started small. It felt like something brushed against me once in a while, that's fine. Then it started feeling like hands. Still fine, I suppose, but I never saw anyone or anything there. Nothing that could grab like that.

I'm ashamed to say I went to Reddit for answers, but not much had information on unbodied invisible hands grabbing at my thighs.

Ghosts? Ghosts sounded like the only appropriate answer. Still insane-

I didn't get to think about the likelihood or the statistics for long, two hands grabbing my thighs once again. I almost dropped my phone, jumping and grabbing the table with my free hand. Fuck.

They stayed longer than usual. Squeezing, almost groping?

I gasped as one moved higher up my thigh, quickly towards my crotch. It didn't wait long, it didn't give me much of a warning before toying with my small t-dick through my pajama pants. The fabric didn't seem to stop the ghost from touching it directly, phasing through it as ghosts do.

I tried to stand to see if that could get rid of the hands, but it didn't help at all. My legs were a little weaker than I'd expect, and I almost folded onto the dining room table.

The other hand took advantage of this, moving from my thigh to my cunt. (I wasn't the most pleased by how wet I was, notably embarrassed.) It only teased the entrance for a moment before roughly pushing in, moving quickly. My composure crumbled on the spot, frantically grabbing the edges of the table as this hand fucked into me.

I bit my hand to keep quiet, or at least went to before the hand pulled out abruptly. I whimpered at how empty I felt, I'm not much of a bottom so it was-... Odd.

The hand pushed mine away from my mouth and pressed its fingers in its place, lightly placing them on my tongue.

Then, it got to the point, shoving its cock in my boycunt. It didn't give me any time to adjust, it's arm wrapped around me so it could slam me back around it with more ease, toying with my chest as it did.

I came harder than I ever had, but it didn't stop there. I'm not sure when it did stop, or how long I was actually there for, or how many times I came before it suddenly left me to lay there.

I knew it wouldn't be gone long.

[thinkaboutmonsterpussy]

Ghost hunters onlyfans where a ghost hunter funds their research by letting the ghosts on sight go to town on them. They were a little uncomfortable at first, what with their years of training and research relying on how far they could shove a silicone cock down their throat. However, as their ghost hunts spread and grew, so did the amounts of actual ghosts that the hunter found. It did not answer any questions, it was assumed false by their viewers, but nights spent howling in pleasure, dicks and fingers and pussys rubbed against, filled by and filled with, well, something was fucking them in front of a hundred subscribers audience.

[yourv4mpyrevalentine]

simon “ghost” riley x transmasc!reader

for all the tboyyssss enjoy this random blurb eat well i heart you guys

bit wordy innit, but guarantee you might like!

(feminine terms used for genitalia here, fic under the cut!)

just..simon riley. one moment, he’s being soft. he startles himself awake in the dead of night while you’re caressing his cheek, wiping away the path of drool there with a gentle thumb. it’s visible in his eyes the way he melts—chocolate brown eyes softening, body releasing all its tension; your sweet, sweet boy.

“mm..y’alright, lovie? touchin’ on me again, are we?”

“don’t mind at all, baby. love you, a’right?”

…

the next moment he’s carnal. body working like instinct, the sound of hips smacking ever so loud in the normally quiet bedroom, the pace easily smearing sweat between the both of you, yet the poor man can’t hold himself back at the sight of his sleepy, ditsy boy

you’re the “quiet” neighbours. the ones that keep to themselves. the ones that moved in and were silent, yet the both of your moans are unmistakable, even more so with simon’s calloused hand around your throat. not firm, just enough to press down in the way he knows you like. just enough to reveal the possessive side in him.

“c’mon, baby. be a good boy, yeah? take it all. take my cock like i know you can.” his tip kisses your hilt, yet there’s still an inch, or two, or three; you don’t know, you lost count in pursuit of being full. “needy thing”, as he’d say.

he was counting to you. he was, pausing with “almost in, angel, yeah? you’re doin’ so good.”, but you’re far too cockdrunk to think by now.

slurring your words helplessly, panting and howling his name into the air of the night like primal animal more than man, lips slick with both of your spit from tender, passionate kisses as each inch of simon mounted against your walls.

“messy baby.” he’d say gazing down at your weakened, quivering form, eyes glossed over like those of a porcelain doll—

yes. yes, that’s it. you’re nothing but his doll, nothing but a fleshlight for him now! you finally realised it. made to swallow up every inch of his cock until he pumps you full of his thick load; you want it all.

you want to be nothing more than something for his pleasure in the moment. something he can spread open with every inch of that thick cock, growling at the way you clamp down on him like a vice. like you rely solely on him. and you might’ve, in the way that you clawed down his back and those strong, tatted forearms.

“that’s it, lovie, look at you, all slick and red for me right here. want me to fuck you harder, yeah? make you come all over this cock. gonna make sure that pretty cunt remembers me when i’m finished”

and he’s set on his mission, pounding, bruising from the inside, revelling in all the moans; the keens, the “yes, daddy” that slips from your lips without a second thought when he’s slamming that spot that makes you go utterly limp, toned arms holding your legs apart to watch the effect he has on you.

you’re utterly his. a drooling, desperate, whiny mess of a man, yet you’re his nonetheless. always and forever, simon’s gorgeous boy.

[baphometsgirlcock]

I need to have inhuman sex immediately.

I need to be a mess of sweat-matted fur and scrabbling claws, rutting desperately into a whimpering breeding bitch, covering them in bite-mark hickeys and panting and growling as I fill them up, knock them up.

I need to be many careful hands at the end of too-long limbs, fingers wrapping around wrists, grabbing their hips, holding their legs to spread them open or pin them down, my iridescent eyes tracing their body in reverent light, making them squirm into my ever-present touch.

I need to be an ephemeral impossible touch, undressing them with tugs of cloth, longing touch felt but never seen, my hot and needy breath like a distant wind whistling past their eat, something intangible but thick and distinctly throbbing pushing carefully past their lips, their hair lifting in every direction as I fuck their face from beyond the grave.

I need to be heat so pervasive that it soaks into their throat from the tip of my forked tongue, that a simple kiss is enough to make them feel as though I’ve entered them somehow, and the pinch of my tracing talon fingers feels so much sharper and vivid, in a daze watching the hellfire behind my enrapturing eyes.

[squishysoftmonsters]

Trigger Warnings : Belly Expansion/Inflation[Mature +18 Minors/Ageless DNI]

💚Imagine earlier in the day you had an exorcist over,as you'd been having spectral partners come to visit you too often. You believed the month old battle of thicc ghosts busting your guts with their poltergeist peens was over,so you decided to reward yourself,going for that one midnight snack...that custard donut you'd been craving all day. As you knelt into the fridge,an all too familiar belly rested on your back. Round,heavy and cold,the thicc ghost grumbled out a laugh.

A pity you won't share..

You jerked as a cool hand whacked your booty and body shivered as he slowly went inside. The ghost remarked on how hot you were,and that tightness of your backside he enjoyed every time he'd make a visit.

I have some custard you may enjoy. It's warm too.

The ghost grumbled out laughs as you crumpled inside of the fridgerator,overwhelmed by his pleasurable massages to your prostate..so soft..but that custard donut was becoming a blur as you were fading away in orgasmic glee..puffing up like a custard donut yourself as your spectral partner picked up pace. You pushed into his gentle rocking,belly gurgling with the ever warming custard.

You begged your partner to fatten you with more of the sweet custard..to gape youas much as he could. It ran down your legs and slowly pooled around you,becoming numb to the whacking of his hands to your backside.

You giggled dumbly,drunk and round from your lover's seed. You eventually forgot about the donut and became the midnight snack instead💚

[btnclmrttn]

02. Bondage/Ghost (Simon Riley)

((cw: 18+, oral f.recieving, fingering, dirty talk, vaginal sex, afab gender neutral reader, 2.7k word count my bad, a shitty innuendo pun))

(Ghost gives you a private training lesson in escape tactics. He didn't expect failure to be on his own behalf...)

💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡

“Now remember while you’re being timed,” Ghost says to you, “only one other person was able to get out of this their first attempt. Don’t get on your own nerves over a practice run.”

“Was it you, L.T?”

You question the man behind you, securing your wrists together against the thick post you rest your back on as you’re sitting on the floor. Despite being unable to see, you can feel how sturdy this knot is getting with how Ghost takes his time with it. Not quite cutting circulation, but damn close.

“No. That’s why I’m showing you.”

As far as you know, he’s given this particular lesson to a few people. You wonder if you can figure out who it could’ve been. That’s if he even means this specific squad. Still, in an odd way this is how he seems to be looking out for his team.

He seems finished with your wrists as he stands, walking around to the front of you with his remaining rope and kneeling in front of your feet. You watch how quick he works with his large hands wrapping the rope around your ankles and securing a tight knot. This one doesn’t seem to be as complex as the one around your wrists.

“Right. All set?”He walks off to the wall in front of you to lean himself against it.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Start.”

By instruction, you’re off to a start by getting a feel for what you’re working with. The binds on your wrists are tight, sturdy enough to question its material. You can hardly even twist your wrist in them without your skin rubbing harshly against it. It does feel like your ankles aren’t as secure as your wrist. Might be for practice sake.

If that’s as easy as he’s going at you, you’re feeling a rough time coming on. You’re putting your focus on your ankles; winding your legs about to stretch and loosen the rope. Hardly can you even shift an ankle higher than the other with how tight it is.

Your ear manages to catch an amused grunt from Ghost as he watches on. Does he find this funny? Possibly. It would fit his strange humor. You probably are looking like some amature that forgot all their previous training.

“What, am I taking too long?” You joke.

Ghost turns his wrist up to look at the watch he’s using to keep your time.

“Gettin’ close to dead,” he replies before folding his arm back in with the other and refocusing on you.

You can appreciate his little humor in this. It makes you a little less irritated with yourself. It’s starting to feel a bit embarrassing how much you're struggling vainly to kick just one boot off to get just the bind at your ankle.

Ghost, on the other hand, isn’t seeing it that way at all. He knows he has skill in this department of tying people up for interrogation and other means. Another use of this is starting to creep into his mind as he watches you struggle. Oh, this is shit timing. While he can consciously force himself to think otherwise, it isn't preventing the building heat in his stomach just watching you this way.

“Shallow grave been dug about now,” his voice breaks the silence again as he attempts more humor for his own sake. At least it gets a little laugh out of you.

Finally, the ankle of your boot is loose enough to kick off. Thank god for the small favors. You work on shoving your other boot off your heel to make more slack on the rope. As your other boot kicks off your foot, it takes most of the rope down with it, leaving you able to kick it off and start pushing yourself to stand up against the post.

“Halfway there,” He nods approvingly as he sits up from the wall he once leaned on.

A position like that wouldn’t leave you much option but to just take it, huh? Could you take Ghost like that, with a rough and merciless force? Or would you have to beg him to take it easy? You couldn’t even-Fucking hell, Simon, cut it out.

He creeps around you in a slow pace while he examines all angles of you. Yet progress isn't the thing on his mind anymore. It's wandering around the things he could do to you. The things that he could make you feel. It cycles around his head like a broken record.

Jesus Christ.

You wouldn't even be able to hide your face from him. Or cover your mouth if you start whining too loudly. Just all in his mercy...

You can feel his gaze raising the hairs of your neck as you attempt to focus on getting free. The twisting and tugging of your wrists don’t feel like they’re making them any more loose. He sure can tie a damn knot. You're still trying to focus on the task at hand despite feeling how Ghost's gaze burns into you. His undivided attention is making you feel a bit intimidated. Not necessarily bad...but nerve wrecking.

Fuck. He can feel his dick start getting harder from his gutter mind. This is an awful time for this. He remains out of your sight as clears his throat to speak up, his possible last attempt to regain himself.

“Need a tip?”

A grunt of irritation slips from you, “If you’re offering, Sir…”

“Well you’re already on the right track. Not much I can say other than remaining patient.”

A frustrated sigh escapes your nose as you let your head fall back, sort of relaxing your tenseness. It was a strangely calm tone coming from your Lieutenant. You’re unable to see the kind of look he has in his eyes as he watches you from behind, but you know he’s watching. After a pause of thought, you start trying a different move to loosen the tight bond from your wrists.

Ghost can hardly stand watching you like this anymore. You really are struggling. He knows he might have to end up letting you loose himself. It would be an awful shame letting such a good knot get cut up and wasted.

“I might have another tip for ya,” he mutters. Ghost circles around from behind to stand directly in front of you, and rather close.

“Do you, L.T?”

To your surprise, his left hand wraps its fingers around the buckle of your belt. It lifts you up off your feet and lifts you higher on the post before his pelvis pins you in place. His hands are now free to grab your legs and lift them to the sides of his hips. You feel a defined bump in the crotch of Ghost’s pants that press against you.

He looks down into your eyes, speaking in a hushed tone, “Would you like it?”

You feel a dryness in your throat as you swallow while looking up at your lieutenant, your mind going completely blank. This is what his mind was getting at? You can clearly see the arousal in his eyes now that he's up close. The same eyes that currently are studying you face for any sign of rejection here. The only thing you’re clearly able to process is the feeling of heat swimming rapidly through your body and a rock hard cock pressing against your cunt.

Without a thought in your head to go by, you speak for your body.“I would…”

One of his hands releases a thigh to pull his mask over his face and drop it to the floor, “That’s what I thought.”

Simon leans in close, letting his lips gently brush against yours as his thumb hooks around the tongue of your belt and pulls it free, snaking it from around your waist and dropping it to the floor as well. You take the initiative and lock your lips with his. He’s more than just eager to taste you. Simon follows your motions as best as he’s able with his stronger excitement, only growing as your slow and soft lips tease the thoughts brewing in his head.

While he continues to keep up with your kissing, his hips start to roll and grind his hard-on into your crotch. A groan buzzes against your lips as Simon takes pleasure in the friction he’s been growing a need for. The kiss breaks when he goes in for your neck.

Saliva hits your skin before his lips do. He couldn’t stop himself from drooling over the scent of you before he got to you. You feel yourself lowered back down to your feet with Simon kneeling to your level. Teeth graze up along the side of your neck with sloppy kisses as his hands roam, sliding under your shirt and tracing patterns on your sides with his fingertips. One of his hands decides to tease your chest with feather touches on your nipple.

He acts as if you’re slipping away from him with the way he keeps you so close, even when you’re restrained like this. Hips grinding roughly into you as he marks your tender skin with love. The sensations building together are making soft sighs slip your lips while a throbbing grows between your legs. Simon's hands are sliding lower, lower, his lips moving to your stomach to scatter more marks. The button of your pants is undone.

He doesn’t have the patience to take your pants off completely. Simon is already on his knees lapping the sticky trail pooling juices up from your folds before your underwear fully drops to your knees. His eager tongue grazes your entrance slowly, slathering your clit in your own cream. A growl of satisfaction rumbles in the throat of the man between your legs as he repeats the motion. He shoves tongue deeper between your folds, then sucks your lingering sweetness off your throbbing bud. Your thighs jolt in response, making his grip around them more firm.

Simon starts taking your clit in his mouth, swirling and flicking around it before letting it slip from his lips with a pop. His tongue dives back in again to your hole, back up to your clit and again;desperate to keep you satisfied enough to quench his growing thirst for your pussy. He’s not shy about his shameless and greedy behavior. There’s an undoubtable look of hunger in his focused gaze.

“God, you taste amazing,” Simon groans under his breath. Your pants are tugged down to your ankles and removed, getting tossed to the side somewhere while the hand gripping your thigh lifts it onto his shoulder for better access.

He maneuvers his other hand between your legs, tracing your dripping cunt with two fingers as he keeps your clit in his mouth. Your breathing picks up as one of his thick fingers slides in and immediately starts working in deep circular motions. A swelling feeling begind to build in your lower stomach as Simon keeps his tongue working. By reflex your arms start to tug at your restraints to no avail as your whining becomes harder to just let out in quiet sighs.

“Mm…what a fucking mess you’re making…”

A second finger slips into your cunt. Simon watches you with an amused gaze as you shake under the pleasure, moaning and squirming with your eyes shut tight before he goes back in with his mouth. His fingers shove themselves deep in your slick hole and curl upwards as they drag back out all while his tongue flicks against your clit. The shaking from your legs is making them buckle underneath the pleasure of the pressure in your stomach. Simon’s grip on your thigh holds your steady enough to stand for his tongue torture.

The fingers suddenly slowing to a stop halt the building pressure. Your eyes fully open to Simon sucking your juices from his fingers as he lets your thigh down.

“Simon–” you whimper out.

He keeps eye contact as he stands while pulling the tongue of his belt out, tugging it off his waist and popping the button of his pants open. His thick cock springs up as soon as his pants drop lower, unrestricted from any underwear. It's aching for relief.

“I want you to cum on my dick, _____.”

You keep your eyes on him as his hands grab hold of your ass and lift you up to level him better. The anticipation in your chest swells as his tip grazes your wet cunt while you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer to you. That thick cock of his takes its time stuffing itself into your throbbing pussy that greedily swallows him to the hilt. Simon’s grip on your ass tightens as the hot sensation sucks him in with a low growl.

“You alright?” He asks for your permission to move.

At your given signal, an eager nod, that once faded pressure in your stomach starts to build again with Simon’s slow grinding. It’s just perfect to adjust yourself to his thick girth, but god, is it almost torture for Simon. He’s still much more excited than you. His thoughts are swirling around how you would look taking a real pounding from his cock. All this potential to just ruin you right in his hands is almost too much.

The only thing keeping him is how sweet your little sounds are from his slow, sensual movement. He keeps himself close enough to bump noses, warm your face with his deep sighs, and occasionally lips catching for a quick embrace. Between your mewling, Simon’s name slips from your lips, making the man’s stomach flutter with the way it sounds from you.

“Fuck me…” he curses to himself as he dips his head into the crook of your neck, taking his lips against your skin once more to leave darker love marks, “you look so good takin’ my cock like this…”

Simon readjusts the position to hold you up better by pushing your knees up to your chest and letting the post support your back more as he holds you up. The new angle makes his cock drive deeper, grinding just right into your spot and ramming into your cervix. That first thrust hits so good it makes you yelp.

Oh, is Simon just starving for just that sound.

"Yeah? You like that?"Simon draws out his pace, but starts slamming his hips into you harder, "Just like that?"

He relishes in watching your face wash over with more pleasure as he fucks those beautiful sounds out of your mouth. He doesn’t give a shit if you’re getting so loud. The sounds of you echoing off the walls of the room are driving him insane.

“Mmhm…tell me how you like it,” he growls in your ear, pressing his cheek against yours to listen to your needy whimpers as close as he can.

“s-so good, Simon–”

The sound of your stutter slurring over itself pushes Simon to pick up a rougher pace with you. It’s just what he wanted to hear. You getting fucked so close into an incohearant mess. He wants more. He wants his ears filled with nothing but the loud sounds of slapping, wet skin and your whorish cries. He can feel your pussy getting tighter around him, sucking him back in more and more.

“You’re gonna cum on this dick for me, love? That what I'm hearin'?”

Between your quivering screams of pleasure, you can’t give Simon a verbal answer. The pressure inside your stomach pops like a balloon, with each of Simon’s thrusts milking a mess of sap that spills all between your legs. The scent of your messy juices is enough to make his mouth water. It pushes him completely overboard.

“F-Fuck–yeah, that’s it—fuck—”

He shuts his eyes tight as he allows himself a few more seconds inside your throbbing pussy before he pulls himself out. Ropes of cum shoot on your inner thigh and on your lower stomach while groans of ecstasy rumble in his throat. Your shaking legs are held up just barely by Simon’s own trembling hands. His cock slowly rubs against your soaked pussy to draw your orgasms out.

“Christ…____…you still stuck?"

Through your attempts to catch your breath, you manage to say, “Take a wild guess, Simon.”

“Oh, real shame…” he responds, “I’ll let you have your own wild guess on what will happen when I choose not to cut ya loose…”

💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡

[sugaredthc]

hrm… ghost woman who follows me around the house and wants to keep her hands on my body and relentlessly teases me bc nobody else can see it <33 her trying to tear my robe or pjs off in bed while i’m trying to sleep <33 shoving her fingers in me bc she knows i can’t fight back and not letting me sleep…

[thinkaboutmonsterpussy]

ou know what's something we should think about more? Monsters fucking monsters.

A ghost being fucked by a tentacle monster, the ghost's translucency allowing anyone to see just how full the tentacle monster has stuffed them.

A werewolf, whining, as they're forced to another climax by their succubus partner, who only laughs and mocks them for their so called high stamina.

A vampire gasping for unneeded air beneath the ocean while a mermaid holds them in her grasp, claws circling their sensitive nipples. And, yes, this is very much T4T.

[maybeheartofgoldsoddities]

I was talking to someone about why I was banned from Etsy today and realized I should bless this space with the most controversial art I've done(according to Etsy's TOTALLY human review team). Velma from Scooby Doo. See, my model was in her 30s. The content is only about as risque was everything else I had up. BUT because some character bible they use said Velma was 17... I was axed. I actually can't even order from Etsy on that email anymore. Shame. But hey, it made me evolve and find this place again, so silver linings.

[squishysoftmonsters]

Mature +18 Sexual Themes Minors/Ageless DNI

💚Ghosts giving you tongue jobs,booty bounces,bruises and dreamy rails while you count sheep. Waking up with jizz by your mouth is not drool..It never was. Just a naughty spirit trying to get their hot dog or kitty cat mushy before you wake up. Bedwetting? All lies..It's a culmination of squirts from the hottest paranormal orgy.💚