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#tw: somnophilia
konigsblog · 18 hours
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nikto and somno?
cw: somnophilia, non-con/dub-con, dark content. dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+
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nikto has a gross form of enjoyment and fulfilment. his pleasure and gratification is shameful and taboo to most, who don't understand his need and strong crave to feel the warmth of your sleeping, tight pussy pulsating around his thick, veiny shaft.
his balls are pressed firmly against your tight rear, grinding himself against you gently. nikto rolls his broad and muscular hips against you, letting out a hearty grunt beside your ear, muttering russian curse words at the throbbing, pounding sensation of your gummy walls clamping down around his weeping dick.
he finds joy in remaining still whilst balls deep inside your cunt. it helps him fall asleep, whilst nikto's roughened fingers rub your hips in soothing circles. perhaps he's a control freak — desperate to be in charge — or maybe, he just yearns for that trust between you two, for you to allow him to have his way with you whilst unconscious and completely defenceless against his corrupted and sadistic needs.
as long as you're completely unaware, nitko sees no issue...
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merakiui · 3 days
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SCARA WITH A MILF DARLING.... AND SPECIFICALLY **HIS** MILF.... wow...
He's gonna be so shameless about it too.... is he way way too old to cuddle in bed with "mama" ? Yes, of course. But he will anyway and his head will be on your chest. and he will cling for dear life, nobody's getting up until he says so.
A spoiled brat too he will drink up all the affection and praise and do anything to get more.... A milf darling will save him but also make him worse in other aspects I think... I'm here for it 🙈
Even better if he gets to piss off Ei with his attitude 😭
YES OMG YOU SEE THE VISION!!!!!! A milf and a nursing handjob could fix him and make him worse all at once. He deserves a loving motherly figure in his life, especially if said figure is his stepmother who cherishes him far more than Ei ever did. >_< I still can't get over how he says "my mother" in his backstory cutscene........ THE ANGUISH. OHHHHH I AM ILL. T_T IT HURTS. Even more so when you realize Ei never viewed him as her child in the way he viewed her as a mother. She just saw a puppet she had created and then set free after she realized he was unfit for the Gnosis.
Ramblings aside, these mommy issues mean he is absolutely down bad for a milf. Not just any milf. His milf!!!!!! :D AAAAAAA OTL cuddling with you and clinging like a koala omg,,,, he's so spoiled and so hungry for your attention. Scara faking being in a bad mood just so you'll hug him and then he can bury his face in your tits.
Ei seeming so displeased with his attitude!!!!! But you tell her it's fine. You coddle him too much, but then of course you would because you've never had a child of your own. And your stepson is such an angel towards you (he's a scheming devil towards everyone else, but you don't need to know that hehe)... you don't need to know he steals your undergarments or looks through your personal things (that drawer of sex toys you think is a private thing between you and Ei? He knows about it and is determined to use all of them on you at one point). You only need to know that he loves you very much and is happy you're his stepmother. Although to Scara you're more of a mother than his biological mother, so don't think too deeply about it when he drops the "step" part and simply calls you Mother.
Also,,,,,, soft non-con somno............. waking up to him fucking into you and he just shushes you to sleep. Go back to your nice dream. Let him take care of you. <3 you have nothing to worry about. Waaaa he'd have such an obsession with your tits,,, everything about your body, actually. You're just so soft and warm,,, so sweet and pliable for him in bed!!!!
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diejager · 6 months
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Imagine Pervy!Roommate! König has a friend over - Horangi - when you're squirreling around the flat in shorts and an oversized short from König. Horangi ends up as smitten with you as König first was, and as a sign of friendship and camaraderie, let's Horangi stay the night to fuck your tight hole before he creamed all over it with his big cock.
Horangi stretches your wet and filthy count our for König's cock, leaving you dirtier and limp more pronounced the next day as they sit at the dining table, watching you wobble to the bathroom.
Horangi leaves that afternoon, smitten, satisfied and with a pretty pair of lingerie in his pocket from your drawer, caked with his dried cum. He hopes König will invited him over soon, so that he can have a taste of your sweet, puffy cunt. He hopes König will let him stay longer the next time around.
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dolliestfairy · 7 months
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Yandere Vampire Men x Chubby!Nun!reader
𑁍 Tw; Stalking, Monster-Fucking, Obsessiveness, Somnophilia, Noncon/dubcon, breeding kink (?), biting(obv), harshy grabbing, blood mentioned, virginity-take, the words 'rotten', implied murdering & religious theme. dead dove. Chubby Reader Fics With No Skintone Of Reader Mentioned.
This is a dark yandere fanfiction. if you dont like it then just block me ;) ୧₊˚
୨୧💭 thinking abt yandere!vampire!men who is obsessed with chubby!nun!reader. yandere!vampire!men whos freezing heart is now stuck with you. yandere!vampire!men whos colded heart is melting from fluttering once his eyes meet your plump & round appereance. yandere!vampire!men who eats all the other nuns & peoples who talked down on you. no creature ever should tell you what to do or else he'll rip their jaws off and snatched their ribs open. yandere!vampire!men who wants you to be his spouse, he wants you to be with him forever in the dead life! isnt that sound so spectacular my dear? yandere!vampire!men whos hands likes to touch your big ol thighs while you were sleeping, rubbing them softly up and down. at first it was belly, but the way of where he placed his hands is getting lower as he touch your thighs and later on his hands would touch your pussy and rubbing it softly within his fingers. putting his fingers in the middle of the entrance of your pussy lips. yandere!vampire!men who soon enough is inside you while you're half unconscious. whispering in your ears of how he is your savior and later on you'll get to marry him in the after life in which you just nod while your body is basically served his own. yandere!vampire!men who harshly grabbed your waist and stretch it apart, grabbing it so hard you can really feel his claws makes a pattern of it. it was feeling hurt enough to make you yelp until he start to put his fangs into your neck. pushing through your flesh while the blood slowly came out of the holes where his fangs made. slowing his thrust speed as you felt your body go warm and warm, until your vision start to become more and more blur, when your vision was starting to look white as you passed out at the chruch in the middle of the night where you just handed your virginity over someone or some 'creature' that you dont even know about. as your head and vision slowly and slowly become more unconscious, where you heard the creature muttering "finally, you are mine now."
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Those Cold-blooded Vampires Are ;
OBITO UCHIHA, RYOMEN SUKUNA, Geto Suguru, Mahito, Nanami, Sasuke uchiha, VLAD TEPES, Hades, Sae Itoshi, Bachira, HOSHIGAKI KISAME, Mikey, Eren, Jack The Ripper, Kuroo Tetsuro, Semi Eita, Tsukishima Kei, Suna Rintarou, ITTO, Dottore, WRIOTHESLEY, Diluc, Zhongli, Kakashi Hatake, EVERY DIABOLIK LOVERS MEN, Buddha, Johan, Tendou, Oikawa & MALLEUS.
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kweenkatsuki-fics · 4 months
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Bakugou x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, somnophilia
a/n: Another reupload from the old blog. Just a little somnophilia with my fav guy. Enjoy.
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You are so fucking pretty when you sleep. 
Yeah yeah, Katsuki knows, that’s probably some typical shit a guy caught up in all the lovey dovey shit would say about their partner. But Katsuki ain’t a lovey dovey guy. Anyone with eyes could see it if they looked. It’s just a fact. You are so fucking pretty when you sleep. 
He likes when the worry lines are smoothed out on your forehead, when your long eyelashes are curled up on your cheeks. Like some kinda princess in a fairytale. You pout your lips slightly in your sleep too and god even while you’re sleeping he wants to nibble and suck them. 
The best part though, the part that makes pride and cock swell, is you’re wearing his shirt to sleep. One of the many black shirts he has in his wardrobe, though this one has his hero name plastered over your tits. The shirt’s a little too big, hanging to hit your mid thigh. It’s hiked up slightly as you lie on your back and the pretty frilly underwear you wear has a little bow right above your pussy, like a sign welcoming him in.
“Hmmm hey baby, missed ya today,” he rumbles while getting into bed and nuzzling his nose into your hair.  You only stir a bit, groaning softly as he maneuvers you to lie on your side so your back against his chest. 
God you’re so warm and small and soft against him. You smell good, like home, like him and you mixed together. Your breathing is even, you hum in contentment when he holds you and for a second Katsuki thinks he could stay here forever. He wants to be wrapped up in you. This feeling is always so overwhelming, the way he loves you so much. He feels silly, like a love sick idiot but damn you make it hard not to feel this way. 
But Katsuki wants more of you, more of your warmth. 
What if… he just… slipped your panties down your legs? He doesn’t wanna disturb you, doesn’t wanna wake you up and really he ain't even all that horny but…using your pretty pussy to keep him a little warm? That doesn’t sound too bad. He won’t move you, just slip right in and then bask in your fluttering cunt as you sleep. He wasn’t joking, he did miss you today. He’s been so busy recently, only able to spend enough time to have a quick dinner before it’s back off to the agency again. 
He missed lying with you in bed, holding you, feeling you. And well if he can get his fix without waking you, that’s even better. 
Katsuki loops his fingers into the straps of your underwear and slowly, very carefully, slips them down your thighs. He tosses them over his shoulder as you rustle and shimmy closer to him, no doubt following the heat of his body after having your pussy exposed. You hum quietly as you move and Katsuki soothes you by giving you a quick kiss on the forehead. 
“S’alright pretty, I ain’t gonna wake ya,” he mumbles as you smile at the sound of his voice. 
It’s no surprise he’s already sporting a semi. You make it so easy to pop a fucking boner it’s almost like magic. From the simplest shit: reaching for something on the top shelf, laughing at a joke he said, hell even when you’re pissed and threatening to strangle him, he finds himself adjusting his pants. It’s almost like his dick has a mind of its own. 
Katsuki shimmies closer to you in bed, digging his fingers into your hip. He wants to have your back on his chest, he wants to wrap a huge hulking arm around your front to gently hold your neck. He wants to feel the way your breath hitches even while you slumber when he pushes into you. 
You’re already so fucking warm, the heat radiating from your cunt is like a beacon for him. He grabs his dick, gently stroking it and groaning to himself as the pre beading from the tip oozes down the shaft. 
“Ya see what ya do to me baby? And you ain’t even awake,” he groans. 
Katsuki slides the head of his cock through your folds and revels in the tiny gasp you let out. Mmmm yeah, that’s one of his favorite parts. The surprised little gasp you make every single time he does this. It’s like you forget how big he is, how much he’ll stretch you open, how his cock will ring a bell inside you that will have you screaming. He likes it but he likes that he gets to remind you of it every time more. 
You’re not ready for him yet though, which means he’ll have to engage in his next favorite part. 
“Gotta get you ready for me sweetheart,” he coos in your ear. 
Katsuki has always been an impatient man and fucking you hasn’t made him any better with it. The second he rubs a finger over your clit, and you jolt and gasp again, he wants to be inside you. Your legs part slightly as he rubs circles over your clit, you groan and Katsuki tries not to moan with you. 
You’re so pliant, so eager in your sleep and when he touches you he feels your arousal coat his fingers. He swipes a finger through your folds and pops it into his mouth, rolling his eyes as he enjoys your flavor. The sway of his hips, rocking to rub his now throbbing cock through your pussy lips. He lets you coat him in your slick, and he kisses and bites lightly at your shoulder. 
Katsuki knows he thinks this every single time the two of you have sex, but fucking hell nothing is better than listening to your breathy sighs and your sloppy pussy as he lines himself up with your cunt. And when he pushes the tip into you, it feels better than heaven. You’re so fucking tight around him, he only has the tip in and you’re clenching around him. If he were an amateur he would’ve come already. Back when the two of you first fucked… he did. 
But now he’s a pro, though he does have to hiss and clench his teeth to stay focused. 
“Always so fuckin’ tight. But ya take me so well, don’t ya baby?” he says through deep breaths. He can’t believe you’re still sleeping. It’s only more evidence to the power you have over him. Able to make him be on the cusp of cumming with just the tip nestled inside you. 
Slowly, Katsuki pushes into you, inch by inch. The way you split around him,  the way your pussy noisily lets him know he’s stretching you open on his cock, the way your legs tremble a bit when he bottoms out, it’s enough to make any man go crazy. He holds you close to him now, closing his eyes and massaging his fingers into your hips and ass. 
“Oh fuck… fuck baby did you get tighter? Ain’t no fuckin’ way, “ he mutters again in the darkness. 
Your response is a sleepy moan of pleasure as he wraps his hand around your throat. His reward is the way your cunt squeezes him and then flutters like a bird around him. It’s so hot, so wet, so warm and soft and fucking perfect and he’s not even moving. 
“Warmin’ me up. Takin’ good care of me like ya always do… oh fuck.. Don’t move like that I’ll–” his sentence is cut off when you rock your hips slowly back and forth. He has to lift up to check and see if you’re awake and shockingly you aren’t. You’re still asleep but…oh fuck… you’re doing it again. You’re moving, you’re fucking him…in your goddamn sleep.
This wasn’t supposed to be fucking. You were just supposed to be warming him, but it’s clear you want to be fucked. You want him to pound into you and who is he to refuse you? He decides fuck it, he’ll give you what you want and deal with the wrath of waking you later. For now… he's going to flip you over on your stomach, and grind slowly to hit your sweet spot.   
“You’re a lil tease aren’t ya? Wanna cum on my cock that much? Even while sleepin’?” he groans as a big hand massages your ass. 
You don’t wake from being moved to lie on your stomach–Katsuki has had to move you or carry you back to bed many nights where he’s come home late to you waiting for him on the couch– but you do wake with a moan of deep pleasure when he pulls out of you and plunges back into you so deeply his balls slap against your ass. 
“K…Katsu?” you murmur as your moan trickles off into confusion.  
He chuckles when it turns to pure bliss and you push back on his cock. 
It seems he wasn’t the only one who needed this.  
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tteokdoroki · 1 year
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somno w/ nagi 😞😞💔 he’s so spent and exhausted after the longest day of practice, but his body betrays itself as soon as you press back against his tall frame. he ruts into you, breathy in your ear and hard in his boxers, and it doesn’t take him long at all, not when you feel so warm and inviting and soft. but it’s alright, he can be motivated by the right things after all — and best believe the way you whimper for him so sweetly does it for him. fully awake now, he will make sure to take proper care of you, just like you always do to him, even when half asleep still :(
*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— late night lovin' + seishiro nagi.
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૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — nagi loves the way you look in his bed late night after practice. but he loves the way you crave him in your sleep even more.
⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, heavy smut, established relationship, somnophilia, dry humping, cockwarming, creampies, unprotected!sex, soft dom + pro player!nagi  not beta read ! - fem!reader.
⭑ words — 2.5K.
⭑ notes — thank u for indulging my brain rot, truly love him sm !! also first time writng him pls be kind and im sorry this took so long shbs! - m.list✩
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seishiro nagi hates when practice runs late.
exhaustion settles into his bones far too quick for his liking, listening to feedback from ego and the others feels like a bore and he can hardly feel bothered to grab something to eat with the team on the way home. he just about manages to shower at the stadium before making it back and by the time he does— you’re there, in his bed like he wants you to be.
seishiro nagi loves to see you sprawled across his sheets after practice.
he’d given you a key to his place after deciding it was too much of a hassle for you to drive over after his training or for him to come pick you up — it was easier if you could make yourself at home. nagi forgoes turning on the lights as he enters the master bedroom, dropping his duffle bag at the entryway after noticing that you’d fallen asleep. probably while you were waiting for him.
you’re so pretty like this, peaceful, curled up amongst seishiro’s expensive cotton linens and duvet. adorable, wearing one of his older team jerseys – the tops of your perfect pudgy thighs just peeking out from under its material.
slipping into bed behind you is easy for seishiro nagi.
the white-haired striker strips off his gear layer by layer and crawls under the blankets to join you, his bare chest snug against your back and an arm slung over your waist lazily.
your response to his closeness is almost instantaneous, pressing yourself back against nagi and finding comfort in his presence behind you despite not being able to see him in the dark. “sei—“ you whimper, soft and needy, the tendrils of sleep still clinging onto you. so cute. nagi thinks you’re so fucking cute. searching for his warmth like this. even while you rest. 
you like how he smells, he remembers. that’s why you lean into him like he’s a safety net. why he showers using a body wash with a scent so delicate it could almost be fabric softener and why you wear his clothes whenever you have the chance. the smell of cedarwood and seishiro nagi is comforting to you, especially when he’s away.
not that he minds, not that it necessarily bothers the striker. he likes it, loves to see you bare the very symbol of his passion. the one thing he loves aside from you – soccer.
you visibly relax when he wraps another strong arm around your shoulders and squeezes you close, making you feel small and safe. your pout loses itself in the sleepy babbles that lay on on your lips and crease between your brows fades too. 
“sei…?”
“shhh, angel. s’just me,” nagi coos quietly, tucking his face into the back of your neck with his lashes fluttering against it. he just wants to sleep, fall away from the world with you but his body betrays him, annoyingly so. you’re too soft, too warm, to precious for nagi to resist and it’s a little bothersome that he can’t help it.
he’s hard before he even knows it, the heavy outline of his dick pressed against your pert ass– your body pulsing to life back into your boyfriend’s grip to get comfortable once more. he’s exhausted too but maybe it would help to fall asleep like this– if he wore himself down by grinding into you, dragging his hips back and forth, slow and steady so his erection slides through your cheeks from behind.
seishiro’s breathing gets a little heavier, hot and ragged against your bare skin, his grip on you tighter and his cock weighty and wet behind the fabric of his boxers. over the blood pumping through his ears, as full of adrenaline as it would be on the pitch, he hears you whimper out for him – a sound so sweet that he can’t ignore it.
you’ve always had some kind of hold over nagi, one that he can’t ignore. one that pushes him past his limits. the right thing is always able to motivate him, and the way you mewl out for him in your sleep, your body following his lead in a soft, sensual bump and grind is exactly the kind of thing that drives him forward.
you make things a little easier for him, you always do, stretching a leg forward so nagi has better access to the treasure between your thighs. his reward for working so hard today. “ngh…s-sei…” you mumble again, back arching into his chest on its own accord when he pulls his chubby cock out, smearing his arousal along your backside and right over the crotch of your panties.
“keep quiet pretty girl,” the white haired player whispers, as if there’s anyone around to hear you both. maye its that selfishness that’s been instilled in him, the ego, per say but he wants to keep you to himself. “i’ll take care of it from here, ‘kay?”
every ounce of you, every sound you make, every twitch and shift of your body to keep up with his. it’s his to keep. you’re his to keep.
and seishiro nagi loves that.
“uh-huh,” you’re awake now but just barely, parting your thighs to make room for your boyfriend while he grinds into the heat of your core with the same energy you’d expect from a dog in rut. “y’so big sei…” you gasp like you’ve taken a bullet to the heart when nagi’s seedy tip brushes so deliciously against your clothes and swollen clit – his movements precise yet lax, his breath behind you hot, ragged yet soft as it coasts over your skin. 
“mm, you can take it…”
“m-more, need more. s-sei—!”     
“said to keep quiet, angel.” nagi grunts while his fingers dance up to tap at your lips. “gimme your mouth. c’mere.” you part them like a good girl, dazed as you follow nagi’s needy command and let him slide two digits against your tongue, keeping your mouth pacified and full. it would be enough to put you back to sleep if you wanted.
you’re so good even when you’re barely conscious, sucking on nagi’s fingers and letting him have his way with you. he’s getting annoyed, not with you. never with you. there’s just too many obstacles in his way, too much interfering with reaching his goal and making you feel good. 
too many layers of clothes, too many blankes and it’s really starting to piss him off. 
“lift your leg, ‘m gonna get these clothes out of the way. what a bother.” seishiro pants wetly into the junction between your neck and shoulder. he works a hand between your bodies, not stopping the lazy roll of his hips from behind, and kicks off the blanket. his sweats are to follow, then your shirt is pulled up enough for his large palm to settle on your tummy, just above the hem of your underwear.
nagi lets out a satisfied hum once your panties are off. you’re so wet for someone so tired but pride bristles in his chest– knowing that only he can get you sticky and soaked like this even when you’re tiptoeing the line between sleeping and being awake. 
he wastes no more time, running the length of his creamy cock through the slickness of your puffy folds before easing himself past your fluttering entrance – taking him so well and so easily. he stills for a moment, a shudder shooting down his spine because nagi can never quite get used to having your warmth wrapped around him while your cute little cunt drools down his dick.
seishiro plants wet, open mouthed kisses across your shoulders and neck, hooking his arm under your leg before he starts to move– revelling in your squeals of pleasure that echo around his fingers. “‘mph…angel, so…t-tight,” the words are stuttered, but drawn out in a low and sexy tone that makes you clench down hard. just catching on nagi’s cockhead each time it pulls out of you.”s’not fair. you’re not…fuck, you’re not fair t’me angel.”
even though he’s set the pace, slothully fucking up into your gooey insides, balls tapping lightly at the curve of your ass– you still have an ungodly amount of control over nagi, making his large body curl over yours and reducing him to a sex-crazed mess, a mop of sweaty white hair and muffled moans. 
he chases your soaked, salacious pussy impulsively, hips twitching up to meet the back and forth of your own– bearing down on the spongy spot inside of you that makes you go wild.
the world around you both grows hotter and hotter, nagi practically drooling against your back while his fingertips on his freehand sink into your fleshy thighs to leave their mark— tugging you back onto his dick every time he pulls out, only to sink back in. “feels good. so warm. keep me inside, pretty girl,” he tells in a dreamy sigh, you and through the fog of your sleep, squeezing around the thickness at nagi’s base where he stretches you open. 
your boyfriend rewards you with the same treatment, giving you more of what you crave and buries himself up to the hilt— deep within your velvet walls, smearing precum along your most sensitive spots. you gargle around his fingers, happy but drowsy and force yourself to circle your ass back onto nagi’s cock so that you lose your minds together.
lust sparks between your sweat drenched bodies in the dead of night, accompanied by the symphony of wet slaps and sticky skin on skin. it’s intoxicating how your cunt squelches with every thrust and languid jut from his slender hips. nagi is lazy and loving, desperate and hungry for the prize of your pleasure.  
“sei. w’na cum,” you bleat, needier and more aroused than before when he finally pulls his digits from your drooling mouth. the white haired striker streaks your viscous salvia across your chin and down the front of your body until he hits the pulsing nub between your ruined pussy lips.
his eyelashes flutter right behind your ear, the striker’s low moans echoing into them and sending dopamine in a hot rush across your sleepy brain. arousing it. “so soon? just a little longer…s-shit… ‘m not there yet.”
truth be told, it wouldn’t take much more for nagi to cum— there’s too much going on that overwhelms him. the glisten of his cock as it escapes the snugness of your sloppy sex, the way you cry out for him, the mental image of your face that he can’t see. how your expression is probably twisted into something so delirious with ecstasy.
he could cream your insides right now, fill you up until it’s leaking out of you, staining your thighs and the sweater of his that you wear…but instead he pulls back the hood of your clit— circling the rough pad of his thumb into the sensitive little bud just to draw it out. make the night last longer. 
“o-oh fuck! sei!” your voice is broken and husky, making his skin flush and his dick throb within the embrace of your sluice and addictive walls. you’re barely awake and you’ve got the white- haired soccer player fucked out beyond comprehension. “f-faster.” 
“nuh-uh, wait f’me angel. please.” if you beg for him any more, especially with that tone, he might burst. give you his load before he’s done toying with you, spreading the filthy mix of your arousals over your clit in the shape of his name— with the hopes of bringing you closer to your high. “wan’ you creamin’ on me first. gotta hold it, pretty girl. you can do that f’me, right? f-fuck…” he rambles into the dark. 
there’s a burn to backs of your thighs where nagi’s sweatpants have rubbed you raw while he fucks you raw— his shaft and it’s pretty blue veins coated in a white froth from your tight little hole. but you don’t care, you’re too brainless to even think about caring— babbling your praises, blindly reaching behind you for the dip in your boyfriend’s hips to pull him forward, use it as leverage to fuck you deeper like you want. 
so you’re groping at him and he’s groping at you, lost in the twilight zone—fucking languidly against the sheets. the circles on your clit become rougher, tighter just like you do around seishiro who moans loud and proud against your ear, tongue sliding along the skin behind it. 
it’s all open mouthed mewls and wondering hands, fat droplets of arousal running down your thighs and precum against your weeping slit. you’re both messes, passionate and tired and hungry for what you can take from one another. nagi’s moans grow higher and higher in octave until they nearly rival your own and the way he so ravenously pounds into you starts to falter.
“sei, ‘m there…t-there!” you warn him through shaky breaths, the coil in your stomach that threatens to unwind setting you on high alert.  you feel your impending orgasm burn at your pelvis, tickle your spine and it only spurs nagi on— rolling his hips just right, cantering into you from behind with his balls soaked in your juices. 
“yeah, yeah…yeah…i know. ‘m g’na cum for you mhm… angel. d’ya want it? s-say you wan’ it.” whines as if you’ll say no to him but doesn’t give you the choice. his large, lean body anchors you down on his cock as it bullies it’s way through your blistering hot walls to grind against that one special spot that makes you see stars. seishiro doesn’t let up, how can he? when you claw at his ass and his waist and beg him to go deeper. 
your orgasm breaks the surface first, waves of your sweet nectar gushing from your slick sex so fast it almost forces nagi out of you. you squeal and he chokes on a staggered breath, every ripple of your cunt dragging him by the ankle towards his own high as he fucks you through your own. nagi’s load pours into your ravaged cunt as if the floodgates had been opened— warm and viscous as it seeps from your puffy folds, painting you in the shade of him. 
fatigue sinks it’s fangs into seishiro as he grinds the last of his seed into you, making sure it sticks— shallowly thrusting into you until you both come back down to earth. he loosens hold on you, but only just, the weight of his large frame thrown over you as you catch your breath together. 
“w-welcome home sei,” you hum, rolling over to face him, smiling as your boyfriend loses the fight to sleep before reaching up to twirl your fingers through his baby hairs. a gesture that always helps him sleep faster, that you always reward him with at the end of a long day. “missed you.” 
“thanks angel, don’ go missin’ me when ‘m right here.” nagi grumbles, clinging onto you, exhausted— if he weren’t wrecking your shit mere moments ago. “now shh, c’mere sleep ‘n with me.” with that, you’re wrapped in his arms, safe and peaceful once again. 
and there’s nothing seishiro nagi loves more.
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envy-of-the-apple · 3 months
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Omg hi are your requests still open??? No pressure!
Unfortunately I am here as a Mahito simp and your twoshot of him has me in a chokehold. I’ve re-read that an ungodly amount of times now. That said, I can’t get the thought out of my head of Mahito noncon-ing a reader he likes who can’t see him, who is eventually able to see him in the midst of the act. Aaaaaa
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(Dark!Mahito x reader)
Bed Bugs
(Yandere, dark content, implied somno, noncon, dubcon, choking-but veryvery brief)
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You've been waking up sore lately.
Maybe you aren't sleeping, right? Maybe it's your bed. It might not be expensive, but you bought it solely for comfort.
The pain comes from your thighs. Aching. Numb. And if you looked closely, you swore you could see bites-
Bed bugs. That had to be it.
"I hate those fuckers," your friend groans, "I got a couple bites when I was staying in that cheap motel back in California? Lasted for a week."
"I was looking at exterminators. Everything's so expensive these days," you mutter, swirling your latte, "I don't even know how I got them. Ridiculous."
She hums. The cafe was quiet during this time, not too many customers. The two of you were tucked away in a booth, still nursing the expensive coffee. You'd already heard her rant about the inflation.
"Y'know, my friend's older brother has some kinda' homerun pest control gig. I can ask him about it. Maybe he can give you a discount? I'm pretty sure he specializes in termites but I don't think there's a real difference."
You eye her. "Yeah, no. Termites aren't in any way close to bed bugs. Besides, don't they use acid for termites? I'd still like to sleep on a bed that doesn't give me skin problems."
"See? I'm giving you solutions, and you keep rejecting them," your friend sighs, "I give up. I think you just got roommates now."
You laugh, about to respond, when you feel something dangerously close to your inner thigh. You glance down. Nothing.
"Uh, speaking of roommates, what did you say was happening with yours?" You change the subject, shifting in the booth.
"Oh yeah! Her and Dan are getting pretty serious, I think she's gonna move out soon."
"Oh really?" The touch came back. Harder. More insistent. You gasp when something grabs you by the hips, squeezing.
Your friend gives you a look. "You okay?"
You look around again. Nothing. Again.
"Um, yes! I am." You managed to respond, "Sorry, sorry, just....long day."
You clear your throat, plastering on a smile as you listen to her prattle about the drama in her life. Her voice distracts you from your thoughts swirling in your mind. Each getting more ridiculous than the last. 
You swore it felt like a...hand.
Work kicked your ass today. 
You'd never been so tired, practically falling asleep on the train. Crowded as always. You scrunched your nose as yet another person conveniently forgot to wear deodorant that day. Wonderful. 
At least, the day was over. You could resign to being as unproductive as possible for the rest of your night. 
You scroll through the forum. Almost everyone said that bed bugs- Cimex lectularius because now you've researched them so much you know their scientific name- are a losing battle. The final verdict is to get rid of your mattress immediately. Either that, or you'd need to call a specialized exterminator that cost at least twice the price of your current mattress. You didn't know which was the worst deal. 
You ignore the first few touches. Trains. Crowded area. People who don't understand boundaries. It's the swipe on your ass that makes you turn around and glare at the likely culprit. A sleazy-looking man in his late-forties. He barely even reacts, just arching a brow at your look. 
Typical. You inch away from him, squeezing past the other bodies until you're well past the other side. You lean against the window, blocking yourself from any other unwanted touches. Finally. Some peace. 
Until it started back up again. 
Something solid presses against you. Like-like a wall. Insistent, begging to be noticed. You're forced back, squished against the already small space. It wasn't your imagination. You can't delude yourself. It was real. A real hand was pressing against your pants, right above your clothed pussy. 
But there was no one there. 
What the fuck. 
The rhythm is rough, forceful as the hand starts grinding on your clit, sending tingles up your spine. You let out a confused whine, slapping a hand over your mouth as you squirm fruitlessly against whatever the fuck this thing was. You can't stop it. It's too much. Too sudden. You want it to stop but it takes you higher and higher and higher and-
It's gone just when the train rolls to a stop. All at once, the opposing wall disappears. You stumble out of the doors, legs shaking, panting. 
There's a whisper of a laugh right by your ear. You realize you're very wet.
What. The. Fuck. 
You could have deluded yourself into thinking it was a hallucination. That you were so tired from work you had an orgasm untouched. It sounded ridiculous, but it was plausible, right? Stranger things have happened. 
But, it just kept happening. 
The touches range. Sometimes, it's just a brush against your shoulder. A poke on your cheek. Other times it's more insistent. You can still remember the sharp spank on your ass in your very much-alone apartment. 
You were starting to think you might not be so alone, anymore. 
The worst was when you were out in public. It always happened in public. You'd be at work, typing on your computer when you'd feel a sensation on your pussy, grinding on you until you're close to cumming. When you'd break away to hide away in the bathroom, you'd always find your panties soaked.
Sometimes, you find yourself typing something ridiculous on your computer. Are ghosts real? Can apparitions touch the living? 
In one of these rabbit holes, you stumble across the word Spectrophillia. Forums of tons and tons of people sharing their own experiences that are eerily similar to yours. A woman describes her encounter with her own aspiration, saying that the thing had physical teeth, a physical tongue, a physical- 
You stop reading after that. A horny ghost. Is that seriously what you were dealing with? You weren't raised religiously, so the idea wasn't very appealing. 
Luckily, your doctor was a woman of science. 
"The symptoms you're describing are a very common indication of stress." She types away on her computer. 
You eye her, both in relief and incredulous. "Really?" 
"Of course," she says, "Trust me, people have come up with crazier stories. Now." She turns back to you, clicking her pen before writing a couple things down on her clipboard.
"I'll prescribe you diazepam. Take one two hours after you've eaten before night." She instructs. "Come back if you feel anything out of the norm." 
You nod, still a bit dazed by her answer. Stress, that's seriously all that this was? 
But it worked, oddly enough. The first night back from the clinic, you stopped feeling those pseudo touches. Your insomnia started going away. You started getting a proper sleep cycle. For the first time in weeks, things were starting to work in your favor.
And then you wake up to the sounds of your bed moving. 
Creaking. Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. 
Also, you feel...good. Really really good. Tingles shoot up your spine. A pleased sigh unconsciously escapes from your lips as the pleasure between your thighs grows. You're still incoherent, hips following the feeling. Hands are wrapped around your wrists, pressing them against the mattress. There's a puff of air against your ear. Tongue and teeth that nip against your throat. 
It feels like a wet dream, you think. Blearily, you open your eyes, fully prepared to see some Hollywood actor, your crush from work, a cute stranger. 
You see nothing but the ceiling. But the pressure only increases. 
Immediately, all sleep is gone. You wiggle and squirm under the sudden weight. Weight that shouldn't be possible, considering there's nothing there. Your scream is blocked by a hand clamping itself over your windpipe, squeezing. 
The panic is immediate. You're writhing, doing whatever you can to get air into your lungs. It's not working. You can't move your hands. You can't move your legs. You're dying you're dying you're-
"Can you see me now?" 
You can see him. 
You were expecting something a bit less inhuman. Apart from the stitches that litter his face, he looks familiar, in terms of shape that is. Two human eyes. A human head. Human lips that are curved into a grin. Human skin. 
He looks so normal. And that makes whatever is happening even more scary. 
He releases your throat, and you're sucking in mouthfuls of air, regulating your breathing. He hums in clear delight, leaning away so he straddles you. He tuts when you start crying, sobs wracking your shivering body. 
"Is that all you can do?" He clicks his tongue like he's disappointed in you. 
"Get off," you wheeze, wiggling away, "Get-get off." 
"Why? You were enjoying it a couple of minutes ago." It? You glance down at the mess of bedsheets, where he's still inside you, lazily grinding his cock back into your wet hole. 
Nothing about this makes sense. What was he doing-How can he be-How is he even real when you couldn't see him before? You can't think; your mind is still drowsy on fatigue and the medication. Fuck the medication? Is that why you can barely even struggle?
"What a-are you?" You manage to slur out, words slipping around your tongue like butter. 
He laughs like you just said the world's funniest joke. It only makes your stomach drop. You've never heard a sound so evil before. 
"That's kinda' rude. Your parents never taught you manners?" He drawls, "Mahito, that's my name! I know yours!" You hate the way he says your name with so much perversion. He's ruining the innocence, just like how he's ruining you. 
You open your mouth, intent on screaming, but at that exact moment, his cock slams back inside you. You give out a stuttered moan instead. 
"See? Told you: you like it." Mahito gloats and your mind swirls in and out of focus again. You're barely coherent, moaning and huffing underneath him. You feel disgusted at yourself. For being so okay with this. But-but you can't move. You can barely breathe. 
And, you note with reluctance, he's been doing this for a while. You're practically mid-way through your build-up, so close to an orgasm that you don't want. Given by a fucking monster. 
"Have you-have you been-" 
"Yeah, it's been me, for a while now," he answers without much cadence, "You were so close with the ghost theory. It was kinda cute watching you get so desperate. Finding whatever you could to check out of reality."
Oh. You get it. This was all a game for him. How long has he been doing this to you? Making you stumble around, drowning in your own paranoia. How long has this thing been watching you? Touching you. Fucking you.
"You, on the other hand, are on a whole other level with your delusion." He grins, showing teeth. "Fuck, seriously, did you think you were hallucinating me fingering you? At that point, I have to admire your creativity." 
You can barely focus on his words, not when his cock was digging you out. You were so close, practically on the precipice. He gives one more snap of his hips, and you're gone, pussy clenching around his dick, back arching.
The orgasm feels like it lasts for hours because he refuses to stop moving. He finally grants you mercy by spilling his cum deep inside you, forcing you to milk his cock as he lazily rolls his hips, forcing your oversensitive body to jolt. 
You catch your breath when the world stops spinning. When it grows quiet, you can only hear your own panting. Another wave of tears threatens to spill. 
"Aw, cheer up," Mahito purrs, "At least it wasn't bed bugs, right?" 
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norrisleclercf1 · 6 months
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Just need to wake up to lando fucking me. Like just imagine that boy waking up so hard and wanting nothing more than to be inside you but you sleep so peacefully and so he doesn't want to bother you so he just prepares you for him and starts fucking softly into you
TW: Somnophilia
Lando asked about it before, if you'd be okay with it and you had no issues. You trusted Lando more than any other your past relationship, besides Lando is like a puppy.
Rolling over Lando groans, he was so hard it was painful. "Bubba?" He whispers, but you don't move and Lando sighs burying his head in your shoulder, reaching down he pulls your leg over his own.
The sun was filtering through the blinds, giving you this soft angelic glow. His thick fingers move down and slowly slide in smiling at your lips puffing out. "Pretty," He whispers and removes his fingers.
Moving slowly he pushes into you watching you tense and then moan sinking deeper into you. He doesn't move for a while enjoying this soft morning, but soon it gets to much and he starts to move his hips.
Lando whimpers, kissing the back of your neck, whispering soft words into your ear. You finally wake and roll over Lando and you trading soft kisses as you both just enjoy the morning sun and the warmth of each other
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m-ayo-o · 3 months
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consensual somno with megumi yums especially when he comes home all stressed from work <3
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female reader x 21+ bf megumi -> 18+ somno, spooning sex -> prone bone position, HEAVY breeding kink oops, creampie, multiple rounds, spit, sweat, yum etc.
He arrives home with a dull headache, slumps his body against the door of your apartment and rubs his brow.
Thank fuck it's Friday.
He sighs, kicks off his shoes and removes his jacket, flexing his achy shoulders. He steps through your home to find you lying half naked at the end of your bed. Your limbs are splayed out haphazardly and your hair falls over your pretty face, where your mouth is parted, emitting soft snores.
He watches you for a moment, seeing the gentle rise and fall of your chest and hearing those cute, soft breaths. He smells the floral aroma in the air and presumes you must've just had a bath.
She couldn't even get dressed.
He sees you lying there, in your slumber, and he sees his world. He's past the point of shying away from these feelings. He knows they're here to stay- like you, who has captivated his heart.
"Oh baby," he coos, although he knows you're sleeping soundly, "you look like a princess."
He strips off his own work clothes and heads for the bathroom himself, getting cleaned up and returning to stare at you for a little longer. He sinks down on the mattress next to you and is swept up in another, stronger wave of adoration.
I need to touch her.
He doesn't want to wake you, so he's careful when he brushes your hair to the side to get a better look at your peaceful expression.
Perhaps it's a cruel thought, but he's almost glad you're so exhausted. He's glad that you don't stir when he lies next to you, ridding his towel and pressing his body to yours. He's glad his soft groan of satisfaction, upon feeling your body heat, doesn't wake you. And he's glad that even when he presses his cool hands to your stomach you don't move or shiver.
He lies next to you for a while, content with holding you and pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.
He admires the pretty underwear you decided to put on, finding the hem of your lace panties hugging your body, and he gets a familiar swelling feeling between his legs. He tries to close his eyes but the image of your gorgeous legs and hips, snugly fitting into that skimpy thong, is tattooed in his mind.
"Fuck" he groans, feeling bad for ruining the innocence of the moment- with you in his arms, looking so serene. But it's his body and your body, so they're bound to react. And just as he's starting to feel guilty, he realises you're moving.
He curses and sighs that he woke you up, but to his pleasure, you moan and buck your ass right against his rising boner.
Oh. She's still fast asleep.
And it's now, that you're readjusting your body, heavy with sleep, incidentally rubbing your boyfriend who is very much awake, that he remembers a certain request of yours.
It was more like you were begging him, actually, that if he wanted to, you would just love to wake up with him inside you one day. You seemed so enamoured by the idea and it certainly caught his attention, but he didn't realise he'd be able to put it into action so soon.
But he decides to seize the moment and act quickly before you wake up. If it's to make you happy, for his sweet girl's pleasure, he is but your loyal servant.
And when you look like this, carelessly lying in your underwear, tempting him with your sumptuous breasts that nearly spill from your bra and the beautiful curves of your body, he has to admit that he can barely control himself.
If you hadn't expressly asked for this, he would be waking you softly with kisses and 'good mornings', nibbling on your ear.
But today, he keeps spooning you, rubbing his erection greedily on your back, and slowly pushes your leg up.
She's bound to wake up.
But even when he starts massaging your clit and working his tip over your entrance you don't stir. So he keeps going, slotting himself in and out of the now slick mess between your thighs. He's absolutely coated in your juice and thinks he could get off like this- just slipping through your silky legs. They're so plump and perfectly balanced between muscle and soft fat, so pliant and doughy, he could just-
"Mmnh--"
He stops himself. He can't squeeze you so hard or you'll surely wake up.
The soft plush of your ass tempts him next, where he rubs a drop of his precum and starts to think about fucking you there instead. That cute hole of yours always looks so inviting.
No no no.
He lets out a soft grunt and gently guides himself back to your pussy, fucking you with his tip. He teases his swollen head until he has to sink in a little more. Inch by inch, he gets his relief and that tight, gripping pleasure starts to overwhelm him.
And he's amazed. Even in your sleep, you've managed to turn him on, get him hard and take him up to the hilt. Obviously, it's just his body being so fucking full of raging testosterone from the moment he saw you lying there ready to be taken; ready to be filled with his cum and bre--
Wait. No. She's on birth control. Not yet, Fushiguro.
He struggles to contain thoughts of pumping you full of his hot seed with the strong desire to get you pregnant. He wants to see it filling you to the brim. He wants to see it dripping out and he wants to fuck it back inside.
And now, with these maddening ideas in his head, of his pretty girl just spilling and full of his cum, his pumping soon turns from the most sensual, slow drags of his hips that barely disturb you, to harder bucking.
Oh fuck. Fuck.
He hears you sigh and you tilt your head back with a long and pleasured moan.
Oh, that fucking did it.
He groans in reply and grabs onto your waist, feeling you start to squirm- but before you can move or even say anything he's rutting into you and shutting you up with his dick.
There's no gentle 'good morning sweetie' or 'hey sleepyhead', just rough, animalistic fucking and growling till you cum on his dick and squeeze him till he gets that blinding, white hot pressure and releases his load.
"Again, again, please" he pants and eases you onto your front. He spreads your ass and pussy, getting the most gorgeous view of his creamy mess spilling out, where he spits and rubs it with his dick that's still straining hard. You manage to wriggle under him, pressing your cheek to the pillow and getting a glance of your pussy drunk man. You watch him mount you and spread you, with an expression in his eyes somewhere between hurt and aroused and he sinks his cock into you with moans coming from his mouth and yours. He does it again and again, admitting how he got so turned on by your sleeping body and it felt so perverted but you wanted him to and it felt so good .. he can't stop, and now he starts spilling all his dirty secrets until he admits how much he wants to breed you and see you full of his cum every day until you swell up full with his seed.
"Uhh, uh huh, I need it, please please, please baby--"
He begs and whines and you tell him to cum in you, he fills you instantly till you're oozing and you don't know how many rounds he's got left in him but you take them all till his arousal finally subsides and both your bodies are spent, covered in sweet cum and salty sweat.
And since it's Friday, and you have no commitments for the evening, you lie together and bask in the afterglow of one of the most satisfying and messy evenings of sex you've had in a while.
"Megumi, I can't believe you said that..."
A blush is evident on his cheeks as you tease him about the fantasies that came spilling out of his mouth.
"I won't be getting pregnant anytime soon, you know?" You tell him and he nods, a little sadly for your liking.
"You're welcome to keep trying, though"
You earn a snort at this. He watches you giggle and kisses you till you're melting in his arms again.
He offers you his hand and pulls you up on your shaky legs, guiding you back to the bathroom to have another soak before you fall asleep for the night.
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sorry for any mistakes wrote too fast too hot requests cannot be this HOT ppleaaasseeehhh
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loko4koko · 3 months
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·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ Geto Suguru x f!reader ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·
>fanart_credit: xxgojoxx (via_twitter)
MDNI 18+
>word_count: 1152
>contents: fingering (f!receiving), somnophilia (explicit and implied), explicit p in v, suguru calls you “good girl” and “baby” a few times, suguru calls you a “fucktoy” once, suguru has a big fat dick (but we all knew that)
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“what are you doing?”
the hand slipping into the front of your baby blue cotton panties freezes, like a dog who’d been caught eating something they weren’t supposed to. did he think you wouldn’t notice? it’d be impossible not to; with a hand as big as his, it was like he was trying to sneak a fucking baseball mitt into your underwear.
“nothing. go to sleep.” suguru says, with the conviction of pinocchio telling someone the sky was purple. in other words, he is a goddamned dirty liar. his face is smushed into your neck, long hairs tickling the curve of your shoulder. he’s got you pressed against him like you’re planning to run away, back so flush against his chest that his heartbeat reverberates through to you.
you huff, trying to settle back into the sheets, into his hold on you. thankfully it isn’t hard, couldn’t be when he’s so broad, makes you feel so protected and cozy. you’re just getting back comfortable when that hand starts misbehaving again, creeping further into your panties. he doesn’t do anything, just lets his palm sit unmoving atop your pubic bone. it makes you squirm, his fingers are so close to where you’d normally be begging him to put them that you’re not sure how to take it.
“suguru.”
“what? i’m tryin’ to sleep here.”
“uh, no? no, you’re not.”
“am too. hands are cold. stop moving and go to sleep.”
he can’t see it, but he knows you’re scowling. you go to turn around in his arms but he uses that strong hand in your panties to grip your mound, long fingers splayed over your (slowly dampening) cunt. any words you want to say, any whines and complaints are stolen right from your throat by the man behind you. he uses that grip to yank your hips back from where you’d started to roll over, face leaving its spot on your neck to nudge his nose up against your ear.
“baby. i love you. go to fucking sleep.” his voice is riddled with a damningly arousing mix of exhaustion and authority; something that is entirely not helping when he’s already gotten so close to touching your clit that you could taste it. you don’t give him a response other than your silence, squeezing your eyes shut while you try to think about anything other than how deep his slender fingers reach inside of your- okaaay, that’s enough.
“s’my good girl. g’night,” he sighs, leaving a gentle kiss to the shell of your ear before his face is back to its residence on your nape. oh, what a cruel, cruel son of a bitch he is.
you couldn’t sleep for an hour and a half after that, wide awake and thinking about all of the other things you’d do to make suguru call you his good girl while he snores softly against you. occasionally, he’d shuffle a bit to adjust himself, and the hand in your panties follows suit, fingers brushing against your clit right as you’re about to fall asleep. safe to say, it was a rough night for your sleep schedule.
suguru is many things, and a tease is one of them. it’s 8:36am when you’re woken up, rousing from the dream state that only 5 hours of sleep had given you. it isn’t your own doing that wakes you, though. it’s the repetitive tap..tap..tap that you feel on your already sensitive clit. but then, it’s not just touching; it’s suguru’s husky voice in your ear, still colored with sleep and something dangerously lusty.
“-bet you’d like that, though. so fucking wet even in your sleep. i could just slip right inside you, baby..” the fingers touching your most sensitive parts slip lower, succeeding in their goal of spreading your pussy lips apart- not that it’d be hard to with how much slick is leaking out of you. his calloused middle finger finds its way inside of you, unhurriedly feeling around the hot, wet walls it burrowed in to. you have no response, eyes falling shut as your mouth does the opposite.
“you won’t be mad at me, right? if i put it in? give you my cock first thing in the morning? fuck, baby, you’re squeezin’…you awake?” his finger inside of you finds your g-spot in no time, massaging the spongy little spot with a very practiced ease. you can’t speak, only able to give the man behind you a nod. suguru tuts, smearing sloppy wet kisses across your shoulders and neck.
“good morning, my filthy girl. you like it when i touch your pussy while you sleep, huh? like the idea of me usin’ you as a fucktoy while you dream about me doing the same?” he pushes himself further against you at the same time that he adds another finger inside of you, grinding his cock against the swell of your ass. he’s at full staff, probably had been for a while—so fucking hard and so fucking hot that you can feel it through his boxers and shorts.
“cum for me and i’ll give it you, yeah? be a good girl ‘n cum all over my fingers, you can do it, baby, jus’ like that.” he’s thrusting those long fingers in and out of you now, much faster than your sleep-addled brain can even comprehend. your own hand wraps around his wrist, hips moving in time with him.
“‘m gonna cum, sugu, please don’t stop,” you whine, voice hoarse from being unused for so long. that knot in your stomach winds itself even tighter, whiny little gasps leaving you as he fucks his fingers deeper into you. it isn’t long before that knot is pulled too taut, before the dam breaks, and your nails are digging deep into his arm. the intensity of your orgasm has you fully awake now, no chance in hell that you’d go back to sleep after this. you were promised something, and you were gonna get it.
your breath is still coming out in sharp pants when he removes his fingers from your tight little hole, only moving them to find the waistband of your panties. he shoves them down unceremoniously, too worked up to keep wasting valuable time that he could spend making you cum all over his heavy cock. he gets his own boxer briefs down around his thighs and grips at the base of his dick, pre-cum staining the backs of your thighs as he finds his way to your cunt. you both gasp when he slips inside of you but he’s quick, leaning over to steal your lips in a kiss full of desire. when his mouth parts from yours, he moves it back to your ear, not even bothering to give you a moment to adjust to his much more than average size stretching you out.
“next time, i’m not waking you up first.”
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>author’s_note: idk i’m just saying if i woke up to this every morning i’d get a lot more done in life 🧎suguru bae plsssss
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jade-jini · 3 months
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HI been thinking abt g!p loser yunjin getting emotional during sex 😭 can i request a somno one where she comes home drunk late at night, looking for reader only to see her asleep on their bed! yunny getting hard at the sight and emotional as she remembers their argument, she couldn’t help herself but touch her gf, soft “sorry’s” and “don’t leave me” leaving her mouth as she fucks reader 😖
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TW: somno, angst, happy ending ig. Dubcon. Dacryphilia. Yunjin is insecure.
Can I give you g!p loser somno Yunjin? Yes. Is it from the same storyline as the previous posts? Hell no. That baby would never. That one is fluffy fluffy this is a completely different one ok? Ok 🤨. After clarifying that…😈
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“Hey, a*hic*nother one, please…” Yunjin said, raising her empty glass, her vision not good enough to catch where the bartender actually was. The guy sighed as he dried a washed glass with a towel.
“Listen kid, we’re already closed. Why don’t you go home already?”
“Home?” Yunjin asked unconsciously, the memories of that day hitting once again.
——————————Flashback—————————
You guys were supposed to get home together after a long day. Yunjin was gonna pick you up after your last class of the day, the orange sky and sunlight hitting against her own hair as she waited for you. She had a nice flower in hand, excited to give it to you. Softly placing it near her nose to smell it one more time, she made herself blushed thinking about your smile once she saw you. However, you were not alone. Her smile dropped right away as she left the flower fall somewhere.
There you were, standing with a friend she very well recognized. It was this one girl from the women soccer team of the university. Yunjin knew her name, everybody knew her name. But she never liked using it, making it clear she did not like this person at all.
“She seems to like you a lot…” she murmured after the first time she saw you talking to Yeji.
“I like her too, she’s a good friend, and she’s friends with Yeojin already so it’s cool” you explained, apparently not getting the message right away.
“Hmmmm, not what I meant but whatever..” she said as her pout got bigger, letting go of your hand and crossing her arms in front of her chest. That’s when you finally noticed.
“Huh Yunjin, are you jealous?” You asked, trying to stop a giggle.
“Maybe? I mean she’s athletic and popular, and you’re so pretty, baby. Who wouldn’t want you? I wouldn’t be surprised if one day you decide you want to give her or somebody else a chance…”
“Omg shut up, that could never happen. I love you. You, Yunjin.” You told her, taking her hand and kissing her cheek. You didn’t have eyes for nobody else but Yunjin, so you didn’t wanna hear none of that nonsense.
“Yeah but still…” she murmured, and you simply sighed and continued walking hand in hand, trying to be extra sweet and clingy to your girl to distract her from those thoughts.
You thought it was cute the first couple times, but then her attitude started becoming more serious every time. It wasn’t your cute girlfriend being a little jealous and protective. It was like a completely different person taking over your sweet girl. You guys have already had more arguments about this situation. They were never too bad.
Until today.
“Oh, hi baby!” You greeted your girlfriend once she met you guys, smiling at her like you did every time, with love and excitement like it was the first time you saw her.
“Hi, Yunjinie.” Yeji tried, as always, to be on the good side of the taller girl. Yunjin just looked at her, nodding at her and humming. She looked back at you.
“Ready to go? Maybe we can go get something to eat at your favorite restaurant before getting home.” She asked while smiling at you only, not wanting to acknowledge the other girl’s presence more than necessary.
“Oh nice! Wanna join us before going home, Yeji?” You asked your friend, knowing she lived very close to your building. Yunjin’s smile left again, rolling her eyes.
“Oh! Actually-”
“Don’t you have somewhere else to be today?” Yunjin murmured, a bored tone that she didn’t try to hide. In her mind, this was the least rude she could be towards Yeji.
“Huh Yunjin…” you warned her, a challenging tone growing in your throat and your eyes telling you weren’t gonna tolerate that.
“It’s ok, y/n.” Yeji said with an awkward laugh, trying to avoid yet another conflict. Unfortunately, she has been present before when your girlfriend showed clearly discomfort with her presence near you. “I can’t go anyways, Lia’s class must be almost done, and we have a date today so…” she commented, a slight blush appearing on the girl’s face. “Anyways, see you later.” The older girl said with a smile, waving her hand as she walked away quickly to go pick up her own girlfriend. You smiled and waved back at her, and once you turned back at Yunjin, her face was still showing she was upset. You shook your head, starting to walk. She followed you behind.
“What, you’re gonna leave me here now?” She asked as you didn’t give her a chance to walk beside you. You rolled your eyes.
“What the fuck, Yunjin?” You asked her as you slowed down a bit so she could catch up. “I’m tired of you being rude to every friend I have. First it was Chaeyoung and Yeojin and now-”
“Yeojin wouldn’t stop touching you! Am I supposed to be ok with that?!” She interrupted you, her voice getting a little louder and shaky.
“And now!” You interrupted her back, making her go quiet. “She barely looks me in the eye when you’re present ‘cause she knows you get easily jealous.” Yunjin scratched the back of her neck as she opened the car’s door for you. Once she got in the driver’s seat, she spoke again. Her voice changing to a sadder one.
“I’m just scared of losing you, y/n. You know that…” she said, as she started driving. You looked at her, examining her face. You could tell she was in distress about this. However, being insecure didn’t give her the right to treat your friends bad. You stayed quiet for a little while as she drove. Once you were walking to your apartment, you spoke again.
“I’ve told you Yeji has a girlfriend, yet you’re still treating her like this.” You heard her huff.
“Am I supposed to believe that?”
“Excuse me?” You looked at her with a frown, clearly offended.
“If she had a girlfriend she wouldn’t be stuck to your side all the fucking time.” Yunjin said, her voice getting deeper than normal. She was very upset, but so were you.
“Because she’s my friend, Yunjin! Friends spend time together! Why can’t you understand the concept of that?” You told her in the same tone, seriously tired of the constant fighting about such an insignificant thing as you hanging out with your friends.
“I don’t spend all the time stuck to my friends.” she remarked once you opened the door.
“Even if you did, I wouldn’t be making these scenes because I actually trust you. Do you even trust me?”
“It has nothing to do with that-”
“Do you even trust me, Huh Yunjin?!” You asked her again in a louder tone. You were not gonna let her evade this question. Yunjin didn’t like your tone nor the accusations. So instead of processing what she actually felt, she acted impulsively.
“No! I don’t trust you nor your fucking flirty friends! I’m tired of all this!” She yelled, her breathing becoming irregular.
You went quiet, feeling your heart hurt. The girl you loved didn’t trust you. You’ve done everything in your power to show her she’s your one and only. That nobody else comes even close to her in your heart. Yet her insecurities were hurting you both.
“Then go.” You said after you swallowed the lump in your throat, your eyes already getting watery.
“What…” she whispered, starting to panic as she felt her heart sink.
“Trust is the most important thing in a relationship, with honesty. If we don’t have that, we don’t have nothing.”
“Oh my god I am so sorry, y/n… I didn’t mean to say any of that.” She tried apologizing, the weight of her words hitting her. Hard. She fucked up.
“If you don’t even trust me, then why haven’t you left?” You asked her, feeling that even speaking was hard at the moment.
“I’m sorry. I’ll work on it. Please give me another chance, baby. Please.” Your girlfriend said, trying to hold your hands but you put them close to you avoiding this, such action breaking her heart a little more ‘cause you’ve never rejected her touch before.
“I’ve been patient and understanding but your jealousy just keeps getting worse. I need some time right now…”
“No! Please don’t.. please baby, don’t say that…” tears were threatening to come out already, her hands trembling at the idea of losing you.
“At least for tonight. I need to think about us, please go Yunjin.” You almost begged, voice getting softer due to the sadness taking over the anger now.
“y/n, please…”
“Just leave, Yunjin. I need some space today, please.” You said, not even looking at her. You couldn’t, because if you did you would ask her to stay and you actually needed some alone time to calm down. You heard her hesitate, but nevertheless her steps resonated in the now empty room.
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“My home doesn’t want me at home…” Yunjin said as she began sobbing again. The bartender, weirded out, tried comforting her after calling a taxi for the young woman.
“Listen dude, I don’t know who hurt you, but you gotta go home. There’s a taxi outside ok? Just tell them where to go and I don’t know, get some makeup sex or something.”
“Makeup sex? Hmm..” the idea of it already causing an effect on her intoxicated mind. She quietly went home, with only the image of you in her thoughts, feeling her friend reacting to it.
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“y/n? Baby are you h*hic*ome?” Yunjin asked once she stepped foot on the living room of your apartment, clumsily looking for you. “I-I’m sorry baby… please I l*hic*love you. Let me show you I love you.”
When she didn’t get a response, she made her way to your shared room. Her messy hair in front of her eyes making it a little extra complicated for her to see where she was going, but she wasn’t that messed up yet. Once she got to the bedroom, she found you deep in your sleep, looking beautiful as ever. She always thought you looked cute when sleeping, but tonight when she noticed how you were using nothing but her big shirt, the blanket barely covering your naked legs, cute wasn’t the word she’d use to describe you.
“God you’re so sexy, so perfect… I could never lose you…” she said as she got closer to the bed, falling sat next to you. The new weight made you move a bit, but it didn’t wake you up. “Please w-wake up, darling. I need you…” she whispered as she fixed her member, that was already getting hard by the view in front of her. Her other hand traveled to your thigh, caressing the skin as she slowly made her way to your ass. With the shirt going up a bit, she could see that you really were using nothing but her shirt.
“You knew I was c*hic*oming, Hmm?” She hummed, getting rid of her jacket and unbuttoning her pants to get her hand inside them, touching herself on top of her boxers. Soft groans escaping Yunjin’s lips as she felt her member getting harder and harder. She couldn’t help but put your shirt a little higher, leaving kisses on your stomach. Her lips slowly going up until she was kissing your chest, going from one nipple to the other. She was straight up moaning against your chest as she slowly sucked on them. With her dick already out of her pants, she needed to have you. She needed to prove to you she loved you always. As she made her way between your legs, she slowly started stroking her cock, licking her own lips before starting to eat you out. Yunjin could feel you softly moving under her, but you were a heavy sleeper. “So good.. tastes so good, baby.” She said as she made out with your pussy in such a messy but sensual way. The little whimpers coming from her as she stimulated both of you, and the little groans you’d let out in your sleep, were the only sounds Yunjin’s ears could catch. “P-please don’t leave.. if you do.. You’d break my heart..” the taller girl said, kissing your thighs, the idea of you actually leaving being an option got her sad again. As her eyes got watery, she fixed herself better between your legs, her member against your now very wet cunt, making sure to get herself wet too so she doesn’t hurt you. More soft sounds were coming from you, similar to the ones you do when awake. Yunjin’s clouded mind was thinking that maybe, if your body was reacting to her like this even when asleep, then you didn’t really want to leave. “Oh fuck…” she moaned as she slowly entered you. “Please don’t leave, I’m gonna miss this pussy too much…”
She started thrusting inside you slowly, sighing as your tight pussy grabbed around her so good every single time. She loved how well your bodies understood each other, and the thought of it being like this even when you’re not awake got her dick twisting inside you. This didn’t stop her from being sad though, knowing that after your argument that day, you probably wouldn’t have accepted this so easily.
“Please…” Yunjin whispered, her voice breaking in between pleads, tears threatening to fall “please d-don’t leave me.. I can be better than them.. p-promise..” she sobbed, the warmth of your body bringing both comfort and sadness, scared the next morning you’d be gone.
“What.. what the.. fuck? Hmmm.. Jen?” You murmured as her rougher actions slowly started to wake you up “w-what are you-”
“Please l-let me do it, if you’re gonna leave..” she said in between sobs “let me have you one last t*hic*ime..”
“W-who said I- fuck~ was gonna leave, baby?” You asked her, confused in between moans. Your hands automatically hugged her shoulders as you felt her cock reaching those spots inside you only Yunjin could ever get to know.
“I r-ruined it.. but please don’t go. I’m s-sorry, y/n. I love you…” she said, her moves now a little softer and slower. However you weren’t angry at her, how could you when she felt so good deep inside you, and her tears making her look so cute and pathetic, turning you on so much for some reason. You didn’t care to understand it though, your mind also getting clouded by desire for her.
“So cute when you cry. Do you feel sorry, baby?” You asked her, grabbing her face. She nodded eagerly, tears running down her face. “Why.. why are you sorry, tell me.”
“Hmmgh y/n.. I’m sorry for b-being mean, and jealous…” she dragged her words, but you were able to make out what she was saying. “S-sorry for not asking for permission first…” her sobs became more intense, but so did her thrusts inside you and you weren’t sure if her tears were more sadness or pleasure, probably a mix of both. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry y/n.. Hmm please…”
“Shhh, keep going baby, don’t you dare stop.” You threatened her, her teary eyes making your pussy clench around her cock, making your girlfriend moan loudly “such a fucking good cock, feels so good…”
“Hmmm fuck… you feel so good too, wanna be inside you forever…” she said as she pounded your pussy so good. Even when drunk, she knew what your face was saying, knowing she was hitting you in a spot you really like, getting you closer. “Like this, baby? D-does my cock feel good here?”
“So good… don’t you fucking stop.. Hmm fuck, baby!” You came intensely as her name kept coming from your mouth again and again, music for her ears. The sensation also making her moan, feeling herself too close.
“y/n, I’m gonna come…” she warned you, but you weren’t done with her punishment. You turned you guys around, holding her wrists against the mattress and riding her “oh god…” she moaned as she bit her lip. When you felt her dick inside you twisting, meaning her orgasm was just seconds away, you quickly got off her, ruining her orgasm as she finished untouched “Ahh! F-fuck.. nooo.. fuck!” She whimpered and cried as her cum ended on her thighs and some on her abs. “Why… that hurt, y/n..” she complained, hissing a bit when a cold wet towel made contact with her skin to clean her.
“That’s what you get for being a bad girl.” You told her, receiving a groan for her. When you turned around to see her, her eyes were still full of tears, a pout on her face. You simply laughed before holding her closer to you. “Don’t worry baby, tomorrow when you’re sober I’ll make sure to take care of you good.”
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konigsblog · 19 days
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cw: consensual-somnophilia. 18+
saw someone talk about this in my inbox, and it's been plaguing my mind since. :(
könig who summons succubus-reader due to his loneliness.
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könig is in the middle of his forties, without a wife, or even a girlfriend. of course, he's been to prostitutes and has watched cam girls and pornography numerous times -- although, he craves something more, desires the ownership and possession of a girlfriend. instead of going out and meeting women, or putting himself onto dating apps, he takes a much more depraved route. he summons an incubus, going to sleep with the hopes he'll wake up to a demon jerking him off, or taking his slick, bulbous cock so well.
and it happens...
he's awoken to the pulsating and throbbing sensation of his hard cock, the warmth and wetness of your wet, gummy walls tightly wrapped around his meaty cock. he's shaking with anticipation and arousal, trembling and breathing laboriously, unable to catch his breath as you giggle softly, holding his wrists down. you look so soft as you grind down onto his lengthy, veiny shaft, your soft breasts bouncing as you get off to the large and thick feeling of his hung dick.
könig's hands are held down beside his head, feeling himself grind skywards into you, pleading for more through guttural growls, sticky balls pressed firmly against your tight rear, cumming so quickly as he'd missed the sensation so badly. ;(
waking up to his boxers sticky and soaked with his hot, sticky fluids, huffing and puffing as he fantasies about the moment, unsure whether he has a wet dream, or you really visited him that night. :(
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merakiui · 2 months
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never-ending noctuary; love forevermore.
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yandere!malleus draconia x (female) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, somnophilia, non-con, overblot!malleus, obsession, breeding, baby-trapping, malleus is written to have two dicks, spoilers for part two of book seven note - and sitting powerful on his throne of thorns, omniscience at his fingertips, the lord of malevolence takes a bride.
An eerie, all-consuming quiet has fallen over Sage’s Island.
It is frigid and unfriendly like winter. Harsh and oppressive like silence. Painful and abrasive like brambles. Time has come to a swift halt here, and with it the people fall into never-ending euneirophrenia. Delights so dreamy shall inhabit the minds of all who sleep, the grandest gift granted to those unwilling. Like fate itself, wound around every living soul, it is inescapable. Inevitable like death—unfair and unforgettable.
But then it is also peaceful and secure. Quaint and warm like a blanket. Fluffy and floral like spring’s first kiss. Solace is far sweeter when spent in oneiric solitude, and so it will seem for one-thousand years. Forevermore, stretched taut into the future, the dream persists.
Is that not the best blessing? To those who wish to savor a fleeting moment just a second more, is this not a wish granted generously tenfold? Rather than immortalizing the past with photographs, it shall never come to pass. There is no need for bittersweet recollections or tearful farewells. The present will persevere, lived out in endless dreams.
Surely this is the correct course. Not just for Malleus, for he is a gentle, kind creature who recognizes the mutual desire for interminable merriment, but for the entirety of the island. Although in hoping for love forevermore, he has shackled himself to selfish, Epicurean pleasures. The type which normally lasts as long as a vision spent on cloud nine.
Currently, sitting proud and alone on a cold throne, Malleus knows of no greater joy.
The party may have fallen still as the grave, bodies slumbering in stiff propinquity, but it hasn’t finished. The food may have congealed, inedible and decaying, but it is there. A testament to spirits kept aloft, if only to ensure no one ever knows the desolation of endings.
Paradise is what you make of it. Thus, should you hope for it, you can walk on the clouds in your mind and never know of Icarus’s plights. You can shed insecurities and anxieties and taste delectable metamorphosis. You can be anyone and anything. You can be strong and wealthy. You can be fearless and heroic. You can be an impossible ideal.
You can be loved.
Malleus watches your seemingly lifeless form splayed on the sofa, limbs draped over that of Ace and Deuce. It’s a tranquil sight, a marionette freed from the strings of somber, suffocating life.
Under a roof of thorns, you are reborn.
Paradise is wondrous for Malleus, albeit a touch silent. He wonders what you might say if you were to stand at his side and observe this eternal slumber party. Would it fill you with awe? With appreciation? With abject terror?
Perhaps there is no use in theorizing. He doesn’t need to know, for you will love him even in sleep.
He rises, taking each step at a time. Thorny branches and roots part to make way for him, a groom traversing the aisle in search of his bride. You lie still, secrets sealed behind pretty, plush lips, and if he was not the cause for your current state he might assume you were late.
But there is no death here. It cannot reach. It will never reach because Paradise knows not of death or suffering.
Paradise is the garden before the infestation. Paradise is the body before bacterial devastation. Paradise is love before departed lamentation.
Malleus gazes at your restful face, leaning down to trace a clawed, blot-tainted finger along your cheek. There are no tears; you are a doll incapable of such sorrow, sculpted to portray perfect neutrality. He is most pleased with this development, his chest rumbling with a triumphant chuckle. Now you shall never know an ending ever again. Now you shall remain here, safe and stagnant in his arms, far from the mirror that may allow you to return home.
Gathering your body in his arms, he lifts you from the cushions. You crumble in his grasp, head lolling and arms noodling at your sides. Sagging dead weight, but he places his ear to your chest to listen to the melodic thrum of your heart. You’re alive, frailty shielded from the horrors of the world. Here, in thorny idyll, you will live forevermore.
Historically, all rulers must have someone to call their own. Whether it be by way of arrangement or convenience, strung together for the sake of conjoined power or out of obligation, this is an irrefutable fact. Historically, all rulers must bear an heir—someone to carry on the glory of an ever-present lineage.
Malleus refuses to bring a child into the world unless they are given the blessing of the one thing he was deprived of since birth.
A mother.
You fit in his embrace, a puppet tugged into a one-sided waltz. He steps over fallen bodies as he holds you against his chest, following the routine even though you aren’t awake to reciprocate.
Historically, a married pair must share the first dance. Or that’s what he’s read in fairy tales.
There are no rings here; promises are left unspoken. He won’t entertain rejection because there is no room for it in Paradise. Every unsavory, horrid thing—pestilence and pain, death and destruction, and sadness and sin—is packed away in Pandora’s box and shelved. Malleus won’t risk opening it to release the tiny shred of hope desperately clawing for escape. It’s not worth it.
He will foster his own hope if he must, and she exists in his arms—beautifully motionless.
The steps are executed with care, up the stairs and towards a lonesome chair. He attempts a twirl, lowering you into a dip. Your arms hang limply, eyes shut in permanence. Brimming with fondness, Malleus tugs you back up to press his lips to your forehead.
“Dearest one,” he mumbles, “may you know many fruitful fantasies in the arms of Morpheus.”
He reclaims his seat and situates you to face him while perched on his lap. You slump against him, near-boneless. He smiles at you, imagining the ruckus that would certainly come about from such a daring gesture. Sebek would squawk at you to have more respect and dignity. Silver would tut and shake his head. Lilia would look on in amusement.
These are small pleasantries, little wishes he hopes to witness someday.
Historically, a married pair must consummate their bond.
Malleus’s fingertips flit across your figure, feeling fabric beneath his palms. He tries to exercise restraint and take it slow—everything in moderation, Lilia would remind him—but he can’t contain his nympholepsy. Your clothes are discarded at once, shredded to scraps in his haste. He moves clumsily, following the searchlight of intrinsic ardor. You’re softer when bare, he observes, peeling your bra from your skin. A pallid hand presses down onto your breast, the pudge of which caves beneath his fingers. He withdraws and it bounces back to its shape.
Fascinating, he marvels with wide, enchanted eyes.
Claws tweak at your hardened nipples next. He’s careful because you’re notably weaker. Even in sleep, he must mind his hedonism. Too much and you will break. Too little and he’ll be left unsatisfied. Malleus watches your expression. It was mostly neutral, but now your eyebrows are twitching in response to his touch.
In sleep, you are the most vulnerable.
He knows this because he’s peered in from afar, admiring you through a glass barrier while you slept unaware in Ramshackle. He would never do anything without invitation. Though it may not be in writing, your body is oh-so-inviting. And he indulges because he’s only known this fervor in the deepest, darkest dreams.
Curiously, in his pursuit of passion, Malleus happens upon the special space between your legs. Delicate like a flower, it’s the prettiest part of your anatomy. If he wishes to connect with you, to tie himself to you in unholy communion, he must acquaint himself with this sliver of seventh heaven. He’s never seen one up close; the sight is foreign but very welcome. He drinks it in, burning your form into his retinas. Two fingers trace your labia, stroking along flowery folds in V-shaped strokes. You twitch in his arms, an unconscious, knee-jerk reaction.
At some point, in the middle of his experimental exploration, Malleus begins to hum. It’s a soft, genial lilt. Low and soothing, the lullaby fills the silent halls of Diasomnia’s common room like poison gas.
He contemplates whether this is enough. Can you feel these sensations even when you’re so deep in your dreams? Perhaps so, for when he brushes back the hood protecting your clit to rub at it you soak his fingers. Lubricious, your wetness shimmers on his fingertips when he pulls them away to admire the very essence of you. Without hesitation, he places his fingers on the pad of his tongue to clean both. It’s a divine taste, proof of pleasure.
You cannot speak, so instead your body does so for you. A most bewitching behavior.
Malleus’s hand slithers back towards home, his fingers sliding in with surprising ease. Gummy walls cling to slender digits, embracing the intrusion as if it’s meant to be. With each pump of his fingers, your body warms. The sinful squelch of scissoring fingers joins his humming in a salacious song. Every now and then, you spasm in his arms, your lips parting ever so slightly to release a sigh or a breathy moan. It’s musical, a whimsy he’s only just discovered.
“My beautiful bride,” Malleus croons, “you will know love in my arms. Love forevermore, here in this sanctuary. Fear not, for I have done away with all that may terrify and traumatize.”
Pressure is straining beneath the belt, an itch that must be promptly dealt with. Removing his fingers, he shifts you on his lap so that he may free his cocks from confinement. Twin monstrosities curve towards his stomach; perhaps you’d have been frightened if you were awake to behold them. His hand settles on the small of your back, steadying you as he lines one of them up with your body. The tip just reaches past your navel. For a moment, Malleus ponders whether he might break you.
Careful now, he can hear Lilia’s chiding. Impatience will lead to injury.
He heeds the unspoken warning, lifting you with both hands until the head of his cock is kissing your pussy. And then, slowly, he lowers you down onto him. Your pussy stretches around him, a snug squeeze that only grows tighter with every inch swallowed. Malleus pulls you flush against his chest when he’s halfway slotted, his breathing staggered. Your body quivers, walls fluttering around him, while his other unsheathed cock presses against your navel. Pre-cum smears on your stomach.
He’s determined to cherish you, thrusting all the way to the hilt after a few determined tries. It’s a firm fit, but it’s still bliss. Hissing through his teeth, brows knitted in concentration, Malleus wraps his arms around you and fucks. Mindless, mostly, but with the intent to reach the only acceptable end here: orgasmic ecstasy. He makes up for the lack of motion on your part by moving his hips to meet yours as he rocks you up and down. Whimpers slip past your lips; he shushes you with song, humming through groans and grunts.
This is love.
Malleus thinks so when he positions your hands over his other untouched cock. The illusion doesn’t last long because your hands are quick to fall away. Instead, he grasps your hand, guides it back to his shaft, and pumps himself using your precious palm for friction.
You’re bounced up and down in a parody of consensual copulation. Malleus dwells in imagination, picturing you in a wedding gown. He considers what you might say, the vows you would undoubtedly swear, and the sweet nothings you’d exchange late into the evening. He’d twirl you across an elegant ballroom while everyone looks on with tender adoration and reverence. He’d show you the stars hanging just within reach, and when you’re swept up in riveting romance the sky is tangible and dreams are spun from sugar.
He’d place you on his bed, stripping you of your dress, hands trailing up to tug the frilly garter from your thigh, and you’d smile at him, open your arms and welcome him with mutual affection. You’d bloom for him like a moonflower, your heart beating in sync with his, as he fulfills the final promise—one so bodily imperative. An oath to disturb desolate halls with noise. To hear the pitter-patter of tiny footfalls upon stone floors—he can’t imagine anything more harmonious.
You would soften throughout the months, bright with that foretold pregnancy glow. He would press his hands to your rounded belly and feel squirming within, restless kicks and nudges. You’d discuss potential names over breakfast, and he would hover even though he knows you’re plenty capable. But he worries because you’re so fragile and fleeting. So pretty. So round with child. He wouldn’t leave you alone for a moment; you’re far too enchanting. Perhaps, in some distant future, he’ll lower to the height of your stomach and sing to the baby.
A smile would tug at your lips and you’d reach down to pat his head, running your fingers over his horns. And then— 
Malleus cracks his eyes open, his breath hot against your face. His chest heaves as he comes down from the high of domestic daydreams to find your stomach spattered with cum. Swallowing thickly, he peers between your bodies at your pussy stretched around his other cock.
Oh, he came inside.
Unexpectedly. Or perhaps not, for this was his intention. But once is not nearly enough, and he must fill you until you’re fit to burst—until it’s biologically certain you’re pregnant.
An emotion flickers on your face. Malleus mistakes it for jubilation, the type which calls forth a sunshower on your cheeks. He kisses the tears trailing down your face, ending at your lips for a chaste peck.
This is not the finale. It is simply the beginning.
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diejager · 2 months
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It got deleted again 😂
Thoughts on dark childhood best friend!Johnny! Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, thigh fucking, somnophilia, tell me if I missed any.
He’s always been a bit touchy since you were kids, holding your hand, hugging you, kissing your cheek or even pressing himself against you whenever he could. It had always been innocent as kids, some kind of puppy-love that you were willing to give back, looking for him whenever you were out, eyes cued to look for the familiar blues that you came to love so much. You were neighbours, living right across from him in a quaint house, unbothered by many siblings that his mother kept popping out.
Your mother was sweet, letting him come by whenever he wanted to escape the hectic mess of his house, and you were the sweetest thing he’d ever known. You were so willing to act as his distraction, pulling him away from the chaos and into your safe haven : your room. It quickly became his room as much as it was yours, he spent so many nights sleeping in your room, sharing your bed with him, his arms wrapped around your hip and face nuzzled in your hair.
Once puberty rolled in, his voice deepening and facial hair growing, he started packing more weight and strength, his ego swelling with all the dopey eyes he received from girls his age and older, but they never strayed from you. He only had eyes for you, his best friend. They roved over your aging body, your breast swelling and hips becoming a dangerous temptation to him. He knew you looked at him as nothing but your best friend, the guy you grew up playing with and sharing happy moments, but he couldn’t stop the growing tent in his briefs when he jumped in bed with you at night.
He didn’t feel guilty about getting hard at the sight of you in shorts and an oversized t-shirt, it was natural, a reaction towards the opposite sex being so clearly comfortable with him. He became much more intimate with the placements of his hands, they would slip under your shirt, over the softness of your stomach and under your growing boobs. Despite your protest and sleepy grumble, he’d steal a touch of your pebbled nipples, round and hard before dipping down your waist and placing them a bit too high on your thighs to be considered platonic.
You complained but rarely retaliated because he reasoned with you that a lot of best friends were this touchy, grinding your ass when you were sleeping on your stomach, groping your softness while he panted and groaned, his cock leaking a wet patch on his pants. This was normal, he had rights to you that none other had because Johnny was your childhood best friend.
“One more, Bonnie,” he gasped, gazing at your lips, open and glistening with drool while you slept, unaware that he was rutting against your thigh, “A need one more, please.”
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lofaewrites · 1 year
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Something Something Eddie coming home after a night out…
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⚠️Warning! This is just straight up smut! Check the content warnings before you read! You are responsible for your own media consumption! + This is Absolutely not for anyone under the age of 18 so again for millionth time, Minors DNI! ⚠️
A/N : Hi Babies, The sluts over in the Discord server and our many many conversations of varying degrees of horny made this happen, so to my fellow Eddie Sluts™️, this is my smutty love letter to you ! Also, Leah ( @eiightysixbaby ) My sweetest of hearts, one of my biggest cheerleaders in the short time we have known eachother.. this was brought to you by well.. you. The lazy head blurb made my brain turn into soup and so I zhuzhed it up a bit with some spices and love and this is what I made . (Also if you are reading this please go read Leah’s Rockstar!Eddie oneshot.. It’s so fucking good)
Just a fuckton of kinks, a kinktacular if you will.. -> with that being said, This is not for MINORS ! UNLESS YOU ARE 18+ GTFO!
CW: cussing,established relationship w/ dom & sub dynamic, mention of slight intoxication,(eveyone is sober enough to consent) CNC (heavy on the CONSENSUAL) ,allusion to somnophilia, dracyphilia, dumbifaction,daddy kink, crying, mating press, breeding kink, unprotected sex! (don’t be stupid), cream🥧, praise & degradation, a lottt of pet names
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Eddie went out tonight, after band practice and got crossed on cheap beers and good weed, it wasn’t a perfect night, almost but not yet.
But as luck would have it, it was going to be one.
Because when he finally gets himself through the door and down the hall to the bedroom he sees his favorite sight.
You laid out on his bed, and You’ve got nothing on but one of his zip up hoodies. One of your legs is resting up closer to your side.
He can see the glistening of wetness against your thighs, and the pillow you’re straddling.
He walks over to the bed after stripping him self out of his clothes besides his boxers. He see’s the green scrunchie on your wrist and knows that he can do what he wants to you.
So he moves you from your side, guiding the pillow out if the way, unzipping the sweatshirt off and taking in your body.
Your nipples are hard from the cracked window, he gets up to close it but suddenly you whimper in your sleep reaching out for him.
He chuckles, because even in dreamland, you’re all his. He crawls back into bed behind you, your ass pressing against the bulge in his pants deliciously. He relishes in the moment before bringing his fingers over your hip and in between the plushness of your thighs, and just like he’d thought, immediately they are met with wetness and warmth.
Your soaking, It’s a miracle that It has all stayed between your legs and not gotten onto his hoodie or the sheets or even the pillow, (upon later inspection that assumption was dead wrong)
He leans his head forward and onto the back of your head and groans softly . He has to be inside you now. He can’t fucking take another second of it.
He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, your back to his front.
The pressure from the curve of your ass is driving him crazy. You whimper again, but still don’t wake up..
It just makes him harder.
His hands part your thighs so he can line himself to you, plunging himself in deep, it’s euphoric.. and if he hadn’t been used to the intricacies of your body he knows he’d cum on the spot.
The feeling of just sliding in and already hitting all the way in that spot that normally makes you scream has got him dizzy, because the sound doesn’t come.
You just whine again, and spasm around him.
When he actually starts to move he watches your face carefully, searching for signs of you waking up, its not until he picks up the pace that it actually happens.
Your eyes start to flutter open, only to be met by his chocolate ones, but the brown is hardly visible. The lust had them blown,
Your eyes are still tinged with sleep, but as the sensation of Eddie bouncing you back onto this cock is slowly but surely easing you out of the clutches of sleep, you want to speak but the only thing that will come out are little moans.
You hear him talking to you but you just can’t use your voice yet.
“Hey there pretty baby, ‘m sorry I woke you up, I just couldn’t help myself.”
After a couple of minutes of him deep in your guts you finally wake up enough to actually speak, but its just->
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy”
“ Teddy, Please”
“Oh fuck”
“Eddie Eddie Eddie”
“Ah ah ah ungh”
Your moans melt together into a symphony of pleasure. He has you crying. And then suddenly..
He’s pulled out, and it makes you wail, the flood gates are open and hot tears run down your cheeks.
The loss makes you feel hollow.. because you were so incredibly close and you know he knows it.
He has a soft smile on his face and he coos at you,“I know babydoll , I’m sorry.. but I couldn’t see your pretty face, I wanna watch you cum. Don’t you want daddy to get to see you fall apart just like he likes?
“You wanna be my good girl right?”
Just as suddenly as his departure, the feeling of him flipping you on to your back and under him comes, he pulls your legs open again and slots himself in-between them.
You look up through your wet lashes and nod dumbly, you want whatever he wants. He’s got you stupid.
He brings his hand down to wipe the tears off your cheeks, bringing the thumb he used to his lips and sucking it off.
“Even when you cry you taste so good baby, my pretty little girl”
He lines himself up to your entrance and plunges back in, the feeling makes you keen, soon enough your arms are around his neck, legs over his shoulders and he’s got you pinned, even deeper if that was even possible. You feel so small.
Its a mating press, you know what comes next.
“Daddy please.. Please don’t go slow” It’s the first sentence in well over than hour you’ve been able to utter.
Eddie grins at you. You finally found your voice again. This is good.
He kisses you so tenderly despite the way he’s railing into you.
“Oh my sweet girl, just because you used your words and. Asked. So. Nicely.”
He punctuates his words with thrusts, that make your whole body jut upwards. You feel him in everything, the air you breathe, every single cell in your body and the blood in your veins.
Eddie.Eddie.Eddie.
You can only try to meet his thrusts, but it’s unsuccessful, his grip on you is so tight you know it’ll leave bruises. But thats okay, he’ll trace them in the morning and coo at you, just like he always does.
You feel the crescendo of your orgasm creeping over you, and Eddie feels it too. He’s right behind, the feeling of him filling you up leaves a broken moan of his name falling off your lips.
He’s babbling at you.
“Oh jesus fuck, ungh baby, baby, baby, your’e so fucking tight around me, shit. You’re milking my cock so good, little girl.. letting me fill you up, It’s like your finally not too dumb to remember that this is where my cum belongs”
He doesn’t stop even when both of you are spent and slightly overstimulated, you’re putty in each-others hands.
He pulls out, carefully muttering apologies and words of praise. Your legs sliding off his shoulders and back onto the mattress.
You’d definitely have to shower and change the sheets before you go to sleep. But thats fine, you’ll do it together.
He walks out of the room and to the bathroom across the hall and grabs a wet wash cloth, his dick is soft and swinging slightly as he comes back into the room.If you weren’t so fucked out you’d joke about it.
He cleans both of you up, and helps you sit up as he gets onto his knees in-front of you.
“Oh, Princess you did so so good for me, M’ so proud.”
He leans up and kisses your cheek, you smile lazily.
The moonlight illuminates his smile when he pulls back from the kiss.
“Ready to shower & clean up?, ya need my help?”
“Always, Teddy”
The end to a perfect night out. Just you him, and the moon.
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ddeadly-succubus · 4 months
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Eddie walking in on you taking a nap, you just look so cute while sleeping that the urge to use you to get himself off completely overtakes him. He pulls your panties down just enough that he can jerk off into them, leaving load after load of his cum in your panties and turning you into a sticky mess for him.
When you let out a sleepy moan as the head of his cock briefly makes contact with your clit, Eddie is immediately pushing his thumb into your mouth. Despite being asleep, you lazily suck on his thumb upon instinct.
“Good girl, just needed my help staying quiet while I use you didn’t you?” He softly whispers in your ear as he continues to jerk himself off into your panties.
After he cums, he pulls your panties back up so you can really feel his cum against your pussy. Since you’re still sucking on his thumb while fast asleep, Eddie decides to cuddle up to you and wraps his free hand around your waist. His hand moves up to roughly pinch your nipple, causing you to open your eyes and let out a muffled moan around his thumb.
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