#weretentaclegirl

[weretentaclegirl]

You thought it would be fine to fuck a fae as long as you don’t eat any fae food. You’re enthusiastically sucking a beautiful fae’s dick, not knowing he’s actually a prince, and he holds your head so you don’t move as he starts pounding on your mouth while tears strike down your face. He cums and you swallow it whole, tasting his sweet flavor and begging for more like a dirty whore. He smirks and pats your head, turning you on even more.

“Don’t worry, little human, you belong to me now. You’re my pretty little fucktoy, you will come to my palace and you will have so much more.”

You didn’t know cum counted as fae food. You don’t care anymore.

[weretentaclegirl]

Your werewolf FBI agent

The werewolf fbi agent assigned to you catches you fucking yourself one night.

Actually, he wasn’t supposed to be monitoring you through your phone at night but he was bored and lonely and he got curious about your night routine so he used his credentials and got access to your phone’s camera and mic, right on time to watch you cum. He wasn’t expecting that, and knew he should’ve felt guilty and turned it off, but just that little glimpse made him so fucking hard he had to stroke his dick and keep watching in hopes you’d keep going. And of course you did, cumming multiple times and falling asleep with your phone still in front of your face. And he came so hard he had to change his sheets immediately. And now he’s obsessed. 

When the sun’s out he tells himself he wouldn’t do it that day. That it was wrong and he could get in trouble if someone ever finds out. But as soon as he gets home he loses the battle and tunes in for the show, semi hard cock already in hand. He gets aroused even when you're doing mundane things, like following a recipe or watching tv while browsing on tumblr. That’s like foreplay to him until you’re ready to go to bed and start touching yourself.

At first he was fine with what little of you could be seen through your phone; it was enough for him to see your adorable flushed face and hear your moans. But as days pass his obsession grows. He needs to see your body from all the angles he can get so he hacks your security system. He even gets into your house one day when you’re out and installs his personal cameras and a few hidden mics here and there. He sends subliminal messages with his own voice through your alexa when you’re asleep to break your mind and get you fucking yourself for hours on end. You’ve never been into monsters but suddenly you’re interested in buying a knotted dildo after getting tons of ads of this specific model that supposedly emulates the real thing, and is even modeled after a real werewolf dick! 

It’s all a fantasy to him, and it's not harming you so what’s the problem? It’s not like he’s going to make a move on you, right?

[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.

[weretentaclegirl]

You’re ready for bed when you hear a knock. You open the front door and there’s a large package waiting for you with your name on the very top, and upon further inspection you find there’s no sender address, name or anything else for that matter. You take it inside and open it, not knowing what it is as you’re not expecting anything. There’s the pink and white teddy bear you saw online a couple days ago, but you never bought it nor told anyone that you wanted it so you really don’t know what it is doing here. It’s huge, reaching to your navel while it's sitting down, it has a faint purple glow on the inside, and it’s so so cute you decide to thank the universe and put it on your bed and finally go to the dream lands after a long day.

Not long after you fall asleep you are awakened by the feeling of something slimy wrapping tightly around your legs and holding them apart. Panic starts bubbling up in your chest as you realize your naked body (you went to sleep in your pjs!) being fondled by glowing purple tentacles coming out of that damn teddy bear. There’s tentacles everywhere; sucking on your aching nipples and groping your tits, grinding on your sensitive clit, probing at your already wet entrance and asshole. One wraps around your neck and when you try to scream for help you find yourself being facefucked by a thick tentacle who spurts a salty liquid down your throat and keeps fucking your mouth. You feel a big one enter your pussy and a smaller one stretching your asshole and you can’t help but moan around the one using your mouth like a fleshlight. You know you should be terrified and disgusted but you’re so fucking horny and it feels so good having your holes filled that you stop struggling, stop even thinking and let yourself enjoy the relentless pounding and the warm cum the tentacles are spurting into you, stuffing all your holes so much it drips out of you, and fucking it into you again. You come and come again until you forget your name and where you are, only knowing the pleasure this creature is giving you. 

You don't know for how long this goes, but by the time the tentacles retreat themselves back to the teddy bear, you are so worn and tired, and the only thing you can think of is what a great decision it was to keep the pink and white teddy bear that came in the mail.