#Somnophilia

[barbiiebrat]

convince me you and your friends respect me and are feminists, then gradually turn me into the group’s free use fucktoy.

invite me over when you and all your friends are hanging out. it’s normal at first.  i get up to get a lemonade in the kitchen and 7 or 8 of the guys ask me to grab them a beer.  since i’m up.  so i take three trips to and from the kitchen, but that’s okay.  i was already up.  

one of the guys makes an off-handed comment about having me make him a sandwich, and i laugh it off uncomfortably until you’re all looking at me expectantly so i get up and go make a plate of sandwiches.  

i feel a little lightheaded as i make the food, so i���ll drink some more lemonade to stay hydrated.  i get back into the main room and brnig the snacks over.  in thanks, it seems like each of your friends brushes against me in some way.  my ass, my thighs, my tits.  god, there were a couple of guys who touched my tits to the point that i was no longer convinced it was an accident.  

all the while i’m getting more and more lightheaded so i keep drinking my lemonade. one guy pulls me down onto his lap, putting his attention on me instead of the game on tv, running his hands up and down my legs and into my skirt, up and down my top, groping my tits.  

god, what was in that lemonade? i feel so lightheaded as one of your friends dips his fingers into my underwear, where he finds me soaking wet.  another guy passes him a knife without even looking, and he cuts my panties off, full-on fingering me on the couch.  

soon enough, i have three cocks in my holes, two in my hands, and i’m covered in the piss and cum of the friends who saw me as an “equal”

make rules as time goes on. no underwear. no tops that conceal my nipples. no shorts with more than a half inch inseam and no skirts that cover my whole ass. i’m not allowed to wear shoes anymore. after all, where am i going other than between all of your houses?

from here on out, i don’t really talk to anybody outside of your friend group, and they seem to have forgotten what the word “no” means.  i love being “one of the boys”

[hier--soir]

night breeze

joel miller x f!reader

rating: explicit, 18+ mdni summary: joel comes home to find you sleeping in his bed, wearing his clothes. warnings/tags: established relationship, consensual somnophilia, oral [f receiving], joel loves when you wear his clothes, premature ejaculation, reader wears joel's clothes; body type is not described explicitly but his boxers are described as "snug" on her thighs. word count: 1.8k masterlist follow @hier--soirupdates if you'd like to be notified when i share my writing this is envisioned as a part of the ALP universe [set between 7 and 8] but it can be read as a stand alone.

The air is calm at dusk.

Soft and sweet against your skin, the smell of salt in your nostrils.

The sky is a kaleidoscope of purples and pinks and blues, and a slick orange sun drips and wanes until its belly kisses the ocean. Lower, lower, until the sky spins navy and the water pitches black. You float in that black darkness, unbothered by the heavy swells that rise and roll beneath you. The water is rocky and rough, though the waves never seem to break. Too far from the shore, they simply build and build, with no end in sight.  

And the water should be icy, cold enough to chill you to the bone and set you shivering, but you just feel hot. A searing, stuffy heat that clings even as you float over the rolling masses, letting them lap at your neck and face. Humid and dry, you want nothing more than for the water to suck you in deeper. Down, down, until your body is covered, and your hair is a floating halo, and you are finally cool.  

Yet as time passes, you find that it is not the water that is warm, but you. That stifling sticky sun that sank beneath the horizon now burns at the centre of you, red hot and raging, ready to rise again already.

You try to smother it, to tamp it down. Tangle your legs on the water’s surface and hold your breath, but it burns still. A scorching scratch at the inside of your skin, your skull, your chest cavity. And something crawls its way up through your chest now. Something loose-limbed and drowsy, working its way past your stomach, your lungs, your throat, your—

A ragged moan wakes you.   

Your fingers twitch and tighten, gripping soft sheets. Eyes roll behind lids as you drift slowly into consciousness. The air in his bedroom is cold, but in the haze of your sleep-addled brain you can’t quite pinpoint why you’re so warm. Face down on a pillow, you blink lazily and start to piece together what’s happening.

Your shirt—Joel’s shirt—clings to your skin. Sweat beads along the skin of your back, soaking into the thin fabric. The waistband of his boxers is forgiving, resting against the soft flesh beneath your belly button, though the hem of each leg is snug around your thighs. Oh, your thighs…. something sturdy holds them apart.

Two solid weights pressing against the inside of your legs, spreading them wide across the bed. A third weight against the small of your back… a hand. Fingers twisted in the hem of his shirt, bunching the material at the base of your spine, keeping your stomach flush to the bed. Another moan startles you, sharpens your mind a little. Your tongue feels heavy, mind a slow blur as you realise that the sound came from your own mouth. And as that understanding sinks in, you finally feel it.

Something hot and wet, lapping at the dark fabric shielding your cunt. And you’re wet. Fucking hell, you’re so wet it’s near uncomfortable. The sopping material clings to your folds, a persistent tongue pressing it in deeper, soaking the material in your slick juices as they drip from you. You gasp, trying fruitlessly to turn your head and see over your shoulder in the darkness.

“S’me,” he says then, and his voice is a pained, haggard thing. Rough and wanton with desire, with need, muffled from how his face is buried between your thighs. “S’just me… fuck, m’sorry.”   

“Joel,” you rasp, breathless as his tongue glances over your clit through his boxers. He groans and then the thick point of his nose is pressing between your cheeks, nudging at your covered asshole. The pressure there sharpens your senses to a point, and sends a surprised moan peeling from your throat.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, just let me…” Joel inhales deeply, cursing under his breath when you lazily rut your sex back against his face.

“Jesus Christ,” you whimper. When you move your face, something damp tickles your cheek. Saliva, pooling out the side of your open mouth and leaving a small damp circle on his pillow. Embarrassment warms your face, but the sound of Joel moaning against your cunt is a welcome distraction.

Muscular shoulders keep your thighs wide open, and he mouths shamelessly at the material, licking and kissing everywhere he can reach, and it suddenly makes sense why you feel like you’re on the edge already. The boxers must be ruined; slick and spit mix together to soak the entirety of the fabric until it clings to your swollen skin.

“H-how… fuck, Joel, how long have you—”

“Don’t know,” he mumbles. “Twenty minutes? Fuck, I don’t—”

Lewd sucking noises fill the room and the muscles in your abdomen go rigid, mouth hanging wide open as his fingers curl around the gusset of the boxers, dragging them to the side. You moan and squirm against the bed as he dips his tongue between your folds, gliding it through the sloppy messy of you. His sounds match yours; hot exhales billowing against your exposed skin and sending goosebumps sprouting across the backs of your thighs.  

Joel pulls back for a minute. Keeps the material pulled to the side, allowing the cool night air to dance across the scorching skin between your legs while he watches you drip for him.

“Got home late,” he apologises, and you twitch as his breath hits your centre. He’s still so close. “Jimmy needed help with somethin’ and I—fuck, it doesn’t matter, but you were so perfect. My good girl, all tucked up in my bed, wearin’ my fuckin’ clothes, just waitin’ for me.”

“Tried to stay awake.” You hum softly, trying to inch yourself back against his face. But Joel just tuts, and you feel a sharp sting as he nips at the skin of your thigh. You pout against his pillow, body going lax and pliant once more. “Wanted to fall asleep with you.”

“I know,” he soothes, licking over where his teeth marks mar your flesh. His lips dance higher and higher until his tongue flicks into your hole. He swears low, resting his forehead against the soft plush of your ass. “But this? Comin’ home to this… fuckin’ luckiest man in the world, I tell ya.”

It's slow and steady when he lets his mouth fall upon you again. Soft little licks around your lips, tracing the dips and folds of your labia, mapping out every inch of you before his tongue dares graze against your clit. And when he does finally make contact, you jolt and whimper, already acutely aware of that familiar tingle in your spine.

Unable to reach him, your fingers tangle uselessly in his sheets, entirely at his mercy as he devours you from behind. Thick thumbs spread you open for his eyes to see, keeping you apart as he licks broad strokes up the entirety of your cunt before lathing languid open-mouthed kisses against it. Hot and wet and needy, his moans vibrate through you, letting you know he loves this just as much as you. Maybe even more.

Your clit pulses against his tongue, alive with a throbbing heartbeat of its own. And with every swipe and glide and circle you feel that heat swirl stiffer in your belly, the wave building and building. You can feel the way your hole, painfully empty, clenches over and over around nothing but air, winking at him and begging for more.

The slippery sounds of your arousal fill the room once more and soon enough you’re keening his name beneath your breath, spurring him on as you imagine the way it must shine on his beard, his lips, even in the darkness.

“Please,” you mewl, drooling against his pillow still, vaguely aware of your saliva gliding down your neck, thick and viscous. “Joel, fuck me, I want it, want you—”

“I will,” he swears, but you can feel how rapt he is by this. How every facet of his attention is trained on keeping his mouth on your pussy, his tongue rubbing firm circles around your clit just how you like. He gasps and pants against you, nodding a little, groaning when his nose glides through your folds and your scent coats his nostrils. “I will, I will, I just need you like this a little longer. I will. Promise.”

His grip is tender against the crease of your thighs, fingers digging in right where your leg meets the flesh of your ass as he eats at you. And you can tell by the way his noises deepen, turning guttural and depraved, that he won’t be making good on that promise tonight. Know it from the way his face ruts forward into your core every few seconds that he must be grinding his leaking cock against the mattress, feverish and desperate for relief. And the mere thought of it, of him hot and hard, straining inside his pants, has the muscles in your legs going taut.

Joel murmurs your name, so soft under his breath. His long tongue dips inside of you and then strokes up to flick against your clit, and finally you dissolve under his mouth.

The orgasm flows through you much like the waves in your dream. Joel coaxes it out from deep in your stomach until you’re a wet trembling mess beneath him; nothing but a rolling mass of waves for the sticky sun to sink into. Warm and wet, the high laps at your body from every angle until the edges of your mind are fuzzy, molten heat drooling from your cunt and onto his grateful tongue as he groans.

He doesn’t let up those soft swirls of his tongue until your hips are twitching away and you’re whining his name, and begging him to come up here. And so he crawls up your body, movements slow and sleepy as he drops heavily against your back. Thick thighs bracket your own, and that scruffy chin sits against the slope of your shoulder as he presses a kiss and a drowsy mumble of hey baby behind your ear.

“That was nice.” You smile when he takes your earlobe between his teeth. Curious, you work a hand between your back and his chest, fingers trailing down until you reach the damp spot at the front of his trousers. He exhales roughly, hips jerking backward, sensitive. “Fuck, did you come?”

“Shh,” he murmurs, his smile sheepish and shy against your skin. You laugh, heart swelling and eyes falling shut as you let him tip you onto your side and pull you back against his chest. A broad palm snakes over your hip, fingers dancing beneath the band of the boxers to rest against your skin, and he squeezes the flesh there greedily. “Gonna fuck you in the mornin’,” he vows.

You hum, already half asleep again despite how chilled your skin turns as your sweat cools. “Gonna wake me up with your cock inside me, hm?”  

“Fuck,” Joel chokes out, his grip on you tightening. “Yeah, baby. I will.”

“Is that a promise?”

“S’a promise.”

thank you for reading x

[tipsypup2]

Drink yourself into slumber

You heard me puppy, take a nice big gulp.

What’s that? You’ve already had too much? Silly pup, there’s no such thing as too much! Not when it feels sooooo good to be a boozed up sloppy puppyslut :3

Everything’s getting blurry? Your brain feels fuzzy? Sorry pup, I can’t tell what you’re saying, you’re slurring too much. Maybe you’ll be easier to understand after a few more shots!

Such a good girl. You’re doing soooo good darling! Good girls don’t need to think. Good girls just drink more so they can get sloppier and sluttier for their owner, doesn’t it feel good?

I see you fighting it puppy, your eyelids are drooping, your head bobbing everywhere, your remaining coordination vanishing. Careful pup, you’re spilling your drink.

Oh nonono, you don’t get to black out for free. Not when half the bottle is still full. Chug down the rest of it and maybe I’ll let puppy pass out.

Goooood girl, there you go. Nice big gulps. Make sure it all floods your pretty puppy brain. Awwww silly pup, you’re dribbling some onto your tits! What a shame!

You’ve finished the bottle? Good girl! Such a good and obedient listener! I think puppy has earned the privilege of passing- Oh, you already have, hehe

Sweet dreams little pup

[possiblyreallyme]

Kinktober day 3: somnophilia with Luffy

warning: somnophilia, pre-established consent though not mentioned (y'all talked about it don't worry), i couldn't stop my brazilian ass y'all sorry (i don't even properly speak portugues but i'm learning👍), oral (female receiving).

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"Hmm...?" You don't know what's going on, sleep weighing so you down to the point you can't even move, eyelids heavy and watering as you tried to find what could have woken you up in the dead of night after such a long day on the ship.

Little huffs and pants finally register in your mind after a few long seconds, and the groan that creeps up your throat with a guttural crack finally seems to start waking you up. It took you a while to even open your eyes, but you manage to peel your eyelids apart and glance down at the moving mountain of covers that seems to be stationed between your legs, taking notice of how Luffy also seemed missing from the space next to you.

"Luffy?" The young pirate only moans in response, licking another broad stroke from your dripping entrance to your clit, tongue flat against your folds to catch every bit of his meal.

Your whine makes his ear perk up, feeling how goosebumps erupted on your skin and your thighs shook for a second. "Ughhhhh, gimme more," He groans, pushing his face deeper into your soaked cunt, pushing his tongue against your entrance and wrapping his lips around your folds to suck on you like you were a candy.

"Luffy," You moan, letting your eyes fall shut again as your head lulls back into the soft pillow. "W-What're you doing?"

"'m hungry," He mumbled into your cunt, voice gravelly and rough and surprisingly low for such a sweet-voiced young man. He was always hungry, but ever since he met you, he's been starving, for something more than the meat he had Sanji prepare every evening.

Sanji was a little suspicious, though delighted, when Luffy stopped making such frequent midnight kitchen raids. But he wished he hadn't asked why he had calmed down, because the embarrassment of when his stupid captain looked him dead in the eyes and told him it was because his girl's pussy kept him well-fed had practically crippled the cook.

It was flattering to be desired in such a way, but in the dead of night, when you're just trying to sleep, you really couldn't be bothered to do much more then fall in and out of consciousness while he got his full.

"You taste s'good," He moaned, sunkissed cheeks tinted a light pink under the covers, you noticed when you haphazardly lifted the sheets to peer down at him. He was always such a sight to behold, a mess of black bedhead sticking to your thighs with your knees over his shoulders, panties ripped to shreds and clutched tightly in his grip while he held onto your hips for dear life, brows knitted and focused on your cunt— a battle could commence just on the deck of the ship, and he wouldn't even notice.

"Makin' me so hard, why'd you have to wear that?" He was refiring to the outfit you chose to sleep in tonight, or lack thereof. You were passing a summer island, and the heat had gotten to your brain before you could consider what the flimsy, see-through bra and lacy panties did to him.

"I'm sorry, captain-" You began, but he cut you off with a loud whine, high in his throat like a puppy.

"Don't call me that righ' now," He begged, his eyes screwing shut as slick dribbled down his chin and he dove back into your pulsing heat, eager for more. Everyone else on the crew called him "captain" from time to time and he never felt a thing, but hearing you say it, especially in that voice, made him want to sink his cock right into your cunt and keep going all night.

You only ever called him captain when you wanted him to get riled up, or when you wanted him to dick you down harder. It was a surefire way to get his shorts tented and his mouth watering, when he'd pull you to the side and press you up against the nearest surface.

"Jus' lemme eat, pretty mama, goze na minha língua." Ugh, you loved it when he used his native tongue to lull you into orgasm, and the grogginess keeping your limbs heavy only made it easier for you to fall over the edge.

"Ah- you're cummin'," He moaned, relishing the way you clamped on his tongue and your hot walls started to spasm, your usually loud cries reduced to tiny whines and huffs and sighs because you weren't even fully aware of what you were doing. He lapped at your release like a starved man drinks in his first and last meal, but he couldn't keep up the gentle act forever, tightening his grip on your hips to harshly pull you closer and lift your bottom off the bed, burying his face deeper between your thighs.

Your yelp made his eyes dilate, and he began to rut into the bed for some sort of relief to his aching cock, moaning at the painful pleasure it brought. "You're gonna ride me now, right? You can't jus' go back to sleep after that."

[punkytrans]

somnophiliac telling their partner to sleep tight. send post.

[blindmagdalena]

The Dark of Sleep

18+ 3k homelander x reader. no pronouns, no y/n. established relationship, angst, referenced child abuse, referenced sleep deprivation, insomnia, lactation/nursing (no pregnancy referenced), somnophilia, sleepy comfort sex, cream pie, cock warming.

Homelander wakes from a nightmare and seeks comfort in your ever welcoming arms, not minding that you haven't quite woken yet.

Settling has never been an option for Homelander. He has always needed someone who is fierce and will love him until death, who will be on his side no matter the shadow that befalls it. Someone who will destroy and be destroyed by him. He has always needed you.

Homelander doesn't sleep well.

Vought was always testing the boundaries of how human he really was. There came a time when he was a boy they began to reduce his sleep by an hour every few nights.

Each day they would repeat the same grueling tests to see at what point the lack began to affect not only his cognitive abilities, but his powers.

Given the sheer amount of Compound V in his system, there were some who wondered if he really needed to sleep at all.

It would have been miraculous if he didn’t. It would be one more aspect of his perfect design that they could pat themselves on the back for. 

Unfortunately for both him and them, it was not so.

When they realized the deprivation did affect him, they wanted to understand how badly. They continued the deprivation until they had reduced his sleep to nothing at all, keeping him awake by any means necessary. He begged for sleep. 

It’s a marathon, John, Vogelbaum told him. Eleven days. That’s the record for a human. You can beat that, can’t’cha, tiger?

Tiger. It always made him feel stronger when Jonah called him that.

Ultimately it was less about his perseverance and more about his endurance. He didn’t have much choice in the matter of whether or not he would fall asleep.

Every time he started to doze off, an alarm would blare in his room, startling him back awake. I’m sorry, he would sob, riddled with guilt for the perceived failure.

There was never any answer.

His memories of that particular stretch of time are few and far between. He knows that on the fifth day, he started hallucinating. Only then did they finally allow him to sleep, realizing that–in his delirium–he could potentially destroy the facility if they didn’t.

Ever since those experiments, he’s had difficulty falling asleep. Guilt worms its way into his stomach each night, a cold dread that builds the closer he gets to a doze.

He never entirely got over the feeling of disappointment that came with the revelation he was indeed afflicted with this little aspect of humanity.

The scientists had seemed so excited by the prospect that he wouldn’t be.

He often wishes he wasn’t. The guilt is nothing compared to the nightmares that precede it.

Things began to change when you entered the picture.

Unlike him, you love to sleep.

He’d begun to think you might suffer from low grade narcolepsy with how easily you fall into it. Any time you’re being driven in a warm car, snuggled against his side watching television, or you’ve simply been stationary too long, you start to doze off with an ease that he’s never known.

It’s just really easy to sleep when I feel safe, you told him when he called you on it. I feel safe with you.

He had no choice but to kiss you senseless for that.

The time he spends with you changes his perception of sleep. Instead of viewing it as little more than a necessary evil to maintain the condition of his body and mind, he thinks of feeling your body against his.

He thinks of your breaths, deep at first and then growing shallow as you begin to dream.

He thinks of the way he holds you and–even more wonderful–the way you hold him, inviting him into your arms again and again for the explicit purpose of sleep.

No lingering threat of alarms or disappointed looks through a pane of glass. Just you. Just this.

I feel safe with you.

The nightmares lessened. Nowadays he generally sleeps however long you do, but old habits die hard. 

Homelander startles awake, heart racing, the after-images of his nightmare still flashing behind his eyelids every time he blinks.

It takes a moment to register his reality: cuddled up snug against your back, wide awake too early in the morning, the sun only just starting to rise. He exhales roughly, nuzzling at the back of your neck, then your bare shoulder.

The weight of you in his arms is a constant warm comfort, the smell of you intoxicating. He's not even sure he could sleep at all without you anymore. 

Even the way you snore endears him.

He holds you close while the nightmare fades into the back of his mind, his pulse gradually slowing, soothed by the steady beat of yours.

Given the chance, he can't help but explore you. He runs his hand along your naked side, trailing the slopes of your body from your ribs to your outer thigh, then back up. He knows the shape of you as well as he knows the New York skyline.

At times he feels like every curve of you was made just for him. Under the sensitive pads of his fingers he can feel little goosebumps prickling along your skin where he touches you, featherlight and ticklish.

You make a soft sound in your sleep, giving him pause. The corner of his mouth quirks slightly.

Mmm...

He kisses the junction between your neck and your shoulder, ghosting his hand back down your body. On the slide back up, he cups your breast. Supple and full, with every drop of it dedicated to him.

That you do this for him is still a wonder. That you would allow him this forbidden thing without judgment or agenda. It leaves him awestruck: one more trauma that you’ve spun into golden comfort.

He thumbs gently at your nipple, coaxing it until wetness seeps onto his thumb. His cock gives an answering throb at the feel of it, of your body responding to him involuntarily in your sleep. 

"Babe," he whispers against your skin. No response. He licks his lips, his own heart rate picking up with excitement. He kneads your breast slowly, his mouth bone dry, achingly thirsty for the answering rivulets of milk that drip onto his hand.

Still you don’t wake. He gingerly lifts away from you, helping you to roll back into the dip in the bed his hand pressed into it creates, your torso turned towards him.

You’re deep asleep, your head lolled to one side. 

Leaning in, he meets your pearl-soft skin with a kiss just at the swell of your breast, peppering more further down. Your scent fills his nose, sharpest in the line between your breasts. He runs his mouth slowly over them, between them. You smell of maple and summer rain. Heady, sweet, wistful.

“Babe,” he says once more, voice too soft to actually rouse you.

Just enough that he’d be able to say he tried to wake you. That you’re not even conscious adds to the taboo nature of what he’s about to do, thrilling something deep inside him.

Despite your encouragement, getting what he’s always wanted has never stopped feeling like thievery. Like something he was never meant to have.

His stomach flips while his cock throbs as he takes your nipple into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut. He rumbles a quiet moan for the taste of you filling his mouth, tongue pressing against the firm bud.

You taste sweeter than you smell, your skin even softer against his tongue. He sucks slowly and gently, flooding his mouth nearly to the point of spill before he swallows, greedy for the taste of you.

You sigh a sweet little noise and his heart jumps again, lids flickering open to glance up at you.

Still asleep.

He rolls your nipple with his tongue, presses it into his top teeth just enough that more nectarine warmth spills into his mouth and you shiver against him.

Fuck, he thinks, nearly moans the thought aloud into your skin. Arousal mingles with the cream-sweet smell of you and it sends a pang of heat through him so intense that his body curls against yours, his hardening cock pressing into the curve of your ass. 

He moves his hand a touch more firmly down your body, over your stomach, further until his fingertips brush your clit. He begins rubbing slow, gentle circles while he continues to suck.

You moan so very sweetly, a breathy sound pulled from deep in your chest even as you sleep.

Resisting the urge to bite, he holds you to him, grinding against your ass.

He's achingly hard now and more than a little desperate for your active participation. He lifts from your breast with a wet pop, panting softly.

"Babe," he murmurs, louder now, more urgent. "Honey... Wake up," he says, breath tickling the shell of your ear. He rubs more firmly between your thighs, coaxing you in more ways than one.

With a sharp inhale you finally wake, disoriented with sleep.

"Mmm, wha—Nnnngh..." you moan, reflexively grabbing him by the wrist.

He always runs warmer than you, but even so he can feel how hot your skin is against his. You come out of sleep with feverish need already in full gear, your cunt velvet soft against his fingers.

He exhales a heated sigh along your neck. He uses the arm crooked under you to catch hold of your jaw and turn your head to face him, kissing you fervently.

"Need you," he murmurs between kisses. "Couldn't help myself," he says by way of half-hearted apology, the words tumbling out in an urgent stream of desire. “M’so hungry.”

He craves more than milk, more than a fuck, more than pleasure and flesh. He knows there is an emptiness inside him–knows even the people who put it there–and that so few things in this world have ever scratched the surface of what it would mean to fill that pit.

Your love has come the closest.

Settling has never been an option for him. He has always needed someone who is fierce and will love him until death, who will be on his side no matter the shadow that befalls it. Someone who will destroy and be destroyed by him. He has always needed you.

Still half asleep, you reach between your legs, beyond his hand, and grasp blindly at his cock, surprising a breathless little moan out of him. Parting your thighs, you guide his cock between them and then tighten them back together.

"Don't stop," you tell him, voice frayed with sleep and arousal in equal parts.

He eagerly puts his hand back to work massaging circles over your clit, stopping only briefly to bring his fingers up to his lips, sucking them into his mouth, savoring the heady flavor of you while thoroughly wetting them before he puts them right back where they belong.

He thrusts against you, fucking the plush, warm space between your thighs, your cunt wet and perfectly soft along the top of his cock.

Hooking your arm over the back of his neck, you slide your fingers into his hair and grip it gently, bringing his mouth to yours. He licks your own taste into your mouth, groaning his pleasure, his fervence. You clench your thighs until he breaks from your lips with a gasp.

“Inside,” you urge him, licking your lips. He stares at the shine of them, transfixed by how kiss-swollen and delicious they look. “I want you inside me.”

He nods deliriously, pausing his stroking of you in order to align himself, letting out a shaky breath for the wet heat of your cunt against the head of his cock.

The novelty of this never dies; how fucking good it feels when your pussy opens to him, the silky pull of your quivering walls stealing the breath from his lungs.

The hungry flutter of noise that scrapes up your throat as he bottoms out nearly makes him come then and there.

He screws his eyes shut, filling both palms with the weight of your breasts, kneading with tight restraint, spurred by the quickening breaths that bloom from your parted lips.

Your eyes meet his, bleary and wild.

“I love you,” you say breathlessly. “Mm, you feel so good. Harder, wanna feel your strength,” you moan, breath hitching when he obeys you, when he lets go just a fraction more of his power and his skin slaps against yours with force enough to make you gasp.

Your words wrap tight around his heart like a fist. He swallows the lump in his throat and kisses you once, twice, thrice, each one more desperate than the last.

He holds your stare, lips parted, brows furrowed. He’s never fucked someone who holds his gaze the way you do. It’s as if you don’t want to miss a single moment of the pleasure you give him.

It drives him insane.

He wants nothing more than for you to never take your eyes off of him, to shower him always in your love. Your attention would be wasted anywhere else.

You were made for him.

“I love you, too,” he says, voice strained, hips rolling in sharp, deep thrusts that really make you start to sing for him. "Ffffuck, fuck," he moans, thrusts turning jagged the closer he climbs to his release. He slides one hand down your side, hikes your leg up so that he can fuck you deeper. 

He's determined to bring you to the edge with him, adjusting until he finds the angle that makes you cry out and yank his hair.

"Homelander," you gasp, your skin pricking with goosebumps, pussy locking up around him the closer you get.

You're fully awake now, shaken from the haze of sleep, but helpless to do anything but hold on against the onslaught of his thrusts. You squeeze his hair with one hand and grab his wrist with the other.

"Oh, god. That feels so f-fucking good, gonna make me, make me—"

He doesn't get to hear the rest of it, but he feels it.

He feels your whole body tense in exquisite agony; your hold on his hair tightening, your nails biting ineffective crescents into the invulnerable skin of his wrist, but it’s the soaked convulsing of your cunt quivering tight all around him that hurls him over the precipice of his own release.

His brows knit tightly together, eyes screwing shut right before that last tether of control snaps and he drives his hips up. He comes hard on that deep thrust, spilling load after load into you, your pussy greedily milking his cock with the aftershocks of your own climax.

He forgets to breathe for a solid minute, the orgasm shaking him to his core. He sucks in a shaky breath when the tremors settle, exhaling roughly as he gently rocks his hips into the wet mess he's made of your cunt, burying his face into your chest, nuzzling at the same breast he’d had his lips on.

The two of you spend a few moments just breathing, gradually floating down from the high of it, peaceful silence falling over you both. He nuzzles you, smiling dreamily in the aftermath of his pleasure. He kisses your breast as you stroke your fingers through his hair. 

When you cup the back of his head, subtly pulling him to your chest, he takes the hint and sucks your nipple back into his mouth, exhaling a deep breath from his nose.

He falls into a near trance like this, his eyes heavily lidded and glazed over. Your fingers card through his hair, your body a warm sanctuary that he keeps himself buried deep within, your limbs slotted perfectly against one another.

Each stroke along his scalp sends pleasant tingles down his spine. You bring him a peace that he once could have only imagined for himself.

He feels your love in every tender touch, hears it in the steady thrum of your heart. He's thoroughly addicted to you, intoxicated by the effortlessness with which you soothe him, with which you love him.

“God, that was amazing,” you murmur. The praise is so tender, so earnest that it helps him come down slowly from his high, turning his freefall into a gradual descent. “You're amazing."

Once satiated–at least for now–Homelander pulls from your breast with a soft pop, placing a kiss upon it before adjusting properly behind you, allowing you back onto your side. He nuzzles at your neck, kissing the shell of your ear. He moves to pull out, but you stop him.

“Stay,” you tell him, voice wrung out and as sweet as a vanilla milkshake. You stroke his thigh, nails scraping exquisitely along his skin. He loves the way you feel against him after he fucks you; warm and thoroughly claimed. “Feels good.”

Smiling–amazed by all that you are–he eases himself flush to you once more, wrapping both arms around your middle and squeezing as tight as he dares, wringing a cute little hum from you.

You interlace your fingers with his, squeezing his hand in turn.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs at your ear, brushing his lips over the shell of it. He’s been in relationships before–he’s loved before–but it’s never felt like this. It never felt like something eagerly shared with him until it was coming from you.

Now that he has it, he’d sooner burn the whole world down than ever be without it again.

You give a ticklish little shiver against him. “Go’sleep,” you tell him, snuggling into your pillow. “‘Fore I get grumpy.”

He laughs, settling his head down on the pillow behind yours. “Is that a threat?”

“Mmhm,” you say, and before he can respond, you–in all your delicious cruelty–clench down on his spent cock hard enough to make him groan.

He buries his face into the back of your neck, exhaling a rough little breath. It won’t be long before the wet heat of you riles him right back up and he’s ready to go again.

“Gonna make me hard again,” he warns, licking his lips. He’d much rather go for round two than go back to sleep.

“Gimme another hour,” you say, the words beginning to slur as you fade back into it yourself, a smile audible in your voice. “Then you can make that my problem.” He grins, those words like music to his ears.

Just as he said–you’re fucking perfect.

[mayukisu]

AVENTURINE X FEM!READER

tags: brother's best friend aventurine, ratio is your brother, modern au, somnophilia, noncon, cunnilingus, aventurine is a jerk, overstimulation, no protection

Aventurine was your brother's best friend. They had been close since childhood, which was the reason why you also knew him. He always stuck beside your brother, and you always wondered why your brother— Veritas Ratio, the genius and should have been embodiment of the perfect kid— hung out with someone as unruly and mischievous as Aventurine.

Whenever they were hanging out at your place, Aventurine would piss you off until you raise your voice at him. Your brother would shake his head disappointedly, wanting the two of you to get along but that could never happen. As dashing as Aventurine was, he simply made it his mission to push all your buttons which meant you will never like him. Ever. Your parents were away, that's why that day, Aventurine took that chance to invite himself to annoy you and your brother.

God, you just wanted him to go home and disappear. He was so annoying, smirking at you the moment you locked eyes with each other earlier. He told you not to stare because you might find yourself falling in love with him, but you cursed at him and told him that was impossible. You would never fall in love with a man who was never afraid of hitting on you in the presence of your brother, going as far as telling you how you wanted him but never admitted it. He was the bane of your existence, but it was his ambrosia to see all sorts of reactions on your face. You would never love him, not even like or tolerate him.

But lust was a different thing.

The way he sat so confidently on your couch while they watched TV was so charming, and the way his eyes focused on things that he loved... It made you wonder what it was like to have Aventurine look at you with so much interest and passion, not the preying kind, as if you were a jackpot.

It was embarrassing to even acknowledge it yourself, but tonight, you were touching yourself with him in mind. You swallowed your pride and accepted that no matter how much of an asshole he was, you had thoughts of being fucked mercilessly by him.

Just earlier, he was downstairs watching a movie with your brother, and his eyes lingered on you while you got yourself a glass of water. You could swear that he was eyeing you, but you didn't want to assume. He was probably just thinking of what to point out about you so he could piss you off about it sooner.

But his gaze. He looked at you as if you were some prize he needed to have, a risk he was willing to take, a gamble he was determined to win.

"Aven..." You moaned, your fingers thrusting in and out of you so desperately. The sound of squelching echoed in the four corners of your room, but you were much too drowned in your pleasure to care enough about it. Your clothes were long torn off of you, littered across your bedroom floor— proof that you were so needy to even just toss your clothes anywhere.

God did it feel so good, trying to imagine his long, slender fingers dragging along your tight hole— you were whimpering and calling out his name so desperately, not realizing that you could have been heard.

Your brother was already in his room, probably asleep or reviewing some notes because he got fed up with his best friend, but that was a natural occurrence. Aventurine was very much comfortable in your home as he was with his own. Which was what you failed to consider because as you were fingerfucking yourself, he was outside your door stroking his dick as he listened to your sweet moans.

When your juices coated your fingers and leaked out your cunt, you sighed and closed your eyes. It wasn't like Aventurine was shameless enough to enter your room without permission, right? God were you wrong. When you were drifting off to the waves of slumber, Aventurine carefully turned the knob of your door and welcomed himself quietly before locking the door behind him.

You looked so enticing before him, and his eyes feasted on your helpless figure. Your eyes were closed and your legs were spread, your body glistening with a thin layer of sweat, and your sex... He bit his lower lip at the sight of your leaking slit, wanting so bad to lick you off and taste every drop of you.

As he inched towards your bed, he stripped off of his clothing. His garments joined yours on the floor, while he gently pushed up your knees. You looked so lewd before him, legs spread while sleeping. He smirked, wanting to take a mental photograph of how you looked, but he figured he wanted to have a taste rather than a picture.

His thumbs spread apart your folds, and the way your wetness glistened turned him on. His hot tongue deliciously licked your slit so dangerously slow, his eyes closing as he savored your love juices. Heavens, how you tasted so sweet. He kissed your cunt and played with your clit as he continued to suck, your thighs trembling even in your sleep.

Were you having a wet dream? Were you dreaming of Aventurine fucking you? Oh, but it wasn't a dream. You thought an incubus visited you, but it was someone more dangerous than that— Aventurine himself who decided it was best if he took you then and there even as you were asleep.

He groaned, kissing your thighs and licking them, marking them. When he was done licking all over you, his slender fingers rubbed against you while he changed positions. By now he was on top of you, careful not to wake you as be positioned himself between your legs. His fingers massaged and rubbed so teasingly slow on your wet sex, and he let out a soft fuck as he saw your nose scrunch up the moment he inserted his middle and ring fingers inside you.

He was surprised as to how you remained asleep, but what he didn't know was that you merely thought you were having a naughty dream about your brother's best friend. It felt realistic, but you were convinced he wasn't bad enough to fuck you asleep. But he was. God, did he want to mess you up and ruin you.

His fingers slid in and out of you, curling and dragging them to feel every inch of your tight hole. When he touched a certain pleasurable part of you, you arched your back and he scissored you as his lips now latched onto your hardening nipple.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," he whispered, digging his face in your chest as he lined up his tip on your cunt.

He rubbed it up and down your leaking folds, and used his hands to grip your hips. He inserted his length in you, panting as he grinded so desperately against you. His shaft was thick and you could feel his veins scraping your walls, his tip bullying itself onto the depths of your womanhood.

You gasped and opened your eyes, woken up by the uncomfortable feeling you had on your privates— you were almost in tears as you saw Aventurine fucking himself into you without a single care about whether your brother would hear or not. His hips snapped desperately against yours, his hands gripping your hips hard (you were sure it would leave a bruise), as his tongue swirled around your nipple and bit on your chest.

"Ah, fuck, if I knew you wanted me this badly, I would have fucked you every time I came over," he whispered into your ear, chuckling as he heard you whimper. "Did I wake you? How does it feel having my cock shoved inside you? How does it feel being fucked by the person you hate?"

"Stop, Aven... You..." You whimpered, but you were moaning as he thrusted in and out of you in a pace so fast your back was arching. He stretched your walls and he filled you up with his thick cock so good that you couldn't think properly.

"What? Do you like it or not? Use your words," he said, thrusting with every word. "I bet your brother would hate me after he hears you moan out my name."

You never thought it could be arousing to be fucked by the person you hated. But there you were, creaming on his cock, coating him as if you wanted nothing but to be fucked by him. He chuckled darkly as he felt you cum, but he whimpered and moaned against your ear as you felt his thrusts going at an irregular pace.

"I'm so close, fuck," he whimpered, "You take me so good. I'll fuck your hole until it's molded in the shape of my cock. How does that sound?"

You were powerless under him, but your body was too tired and you were too much in a daze to respond. Aventurine was an asshole, but he sure does fuck you good.

His seed spurts inside you, warmth covering every inch of your walls as he thrusted it in to you. When he pulled out, he was still hard and he rubbed his tip against your clit, making you shudder and let out a small cry.

"Aven, please," you begged, "Do me more."

"How shameless. You liked being fucked by your brother's best friend? Fine," he replied, panting as he saw you.

You looked so divine and fuckable, stretching your arms out as if you wanted him to hold you. So he did.

It was going to be a long night. If he knew you'd squeeze his cock and milk him dry if he just made the first move, he would have done it sooner.

Your brother didn't have to know. He didn't have to know that on days after that, you and his best friend kept fucking in your room whenever he was shutting Aventurine out.

[sisterslvt]

you’ve heard of trans dom mommy, but what about a mom who’s feeling up her daughter’s girl dick while she’s asleep, finally getting her hard enough and then at long last, burying her inside of mom’s soaking wet pussy, praying her sweet little girl doesn’t wake up before she gets to cum?

[domuspeccati]

Day 2 : Our Best Night

Ft. Kwon Eunbi

Kink : Somnophilia

"Are you sure?" Your words ring in the room. You sit on the bed, leaning back against the wall. Your feet stretch out towards the foot of the bed, leaving room for something to be placed on the bed, should the need arise.

Eunbi smiles. "I'm positive," she tells you. Her reply reaches you and she waits for a reaction. When you lean over, she unbuttons the top button of her pajamas. "You've earned yourself a fun night." Eunbi then grabs the back of your head and starts to pull you closer to her large breasts.

You know exactly where this is going. Wanting to let it happen, you place your arms around Eunbi. Your hands rub her back through the pajamas. "I love it," you say, the voice being muffled by the fabric and her tits beneath it. As your face is pressed into her cleavage, you close your mouth and eyes.

She moans softly as your hands head for her ass. "Not yet." Eunbi’s playful tone lingers like a feather in a breeze. She makes sure to speak in a softer tone. "You know that you've gotta wait. Luckily, the wait won't be too long."

When your head is freed from Eunbi’s grip, you sigh. You know that she’s right, so you just have to wait. The nightly ritual of waiting for her to sleep begins. "Is this just an excuse to get fucked?" you ask her.

Caught surprise by the question, Eunbi looks over at you from her now horizontal position. "What do you mean? I just enjoy waking up with a little dripping, that's all." Eunbi blushes and rolls over, looking away from you. "Good night, honey." She feigns a yawn and pulls the blanket over her and, by matter of circumstance, your thighs that were previously poking out as well.

You wait a few minutes. The silence is almost unbearable, but you’re used to it. "Good night," you tell Eunbi. She falls asleep quickly, which is good news for you. Only a few more minutes until she won’t be talking to you. "Maybe you'll dream about it again. It happened last time."

When you're certain that she's drifting deeper and deeper towards her dream world, you carefully move the blanket. You know that you're eager to see her body and feel it in all of its glory but you also know that you have to keep that outfit in one piece.

Eunbi just stays on her side. Her body is rolled over gently by one of your hands and the blanket is pushed aside. If she was awake, she'd know that you're trying to have your fun. After all, Eunbi did give permission to use her whether awake or not. "Mmmmhhh…" she groans when a hand touches her chest through the pajamas.

You stop for a moment. Wanting to make sure that she’s fully asleep, you bide your time some more. The chub in your shorts throbs whenever you put your hands on her chest once more. "How'd I get this lucky?"you ask softly.

Instead of musing more, you go back to silence. You kiss Eunbi's neck gently. The sound sleeper doesn’t react, so you know that that's your cue. One of your hands reaches for the next button on the pajamas. You mentally thank her for undoing the first one, which makes your job even easier.

Eunbi doesn't react, at least consciously, as you unbutton the top. She knows that she'll likely wake up naked or close to it anyways. Her body is revealed when your fingers nimbly go from button to button on the pajama top.

Your deft maneuvers show that you've been doing this for quite some time. You know that it’s been this way for years, so you've had quite your fair share of practice. Having unbuttoned everything from pajama tops to blouses and even full suits, you have had a whole lot of fun stripping Eunbi.

Once you get down to the last button, you feel very satisfied with yourself. You slip the pajamas off of Eunbi, a job that's easy since her arms are limp. "Such a fucking sexy body." Once her top is fully off, you lower her arms back to the natural position on either side.

You then reach for Eunbi's pajama bottoms next. This requires you to move out from in front of her. Once you're angled off to the side, you grab the bottoms at her waist. Eunbi's bottoms are pulled off smoothly, the fluid motion bringing them down to her ankles. The last step is all you need now.

For the last step, you get back over to the position where you were looking down at her. You then pull the bottoms away from her ankles and toss them onto her top, which is on the bed next to her.

Eunbi's panties are all that remains. The last line of defense between her nude body and the outside world is going to be stripped away in a matter of moments. Your hands reach for the panties and they hesitate for a singular moment. Your hesitation is because you don't know if she'd be better with them pulled aside or just pulled off.

You think for a moment. In the heat of the moment, you give in and just keep them on her. You then drop your shorts to your knees before doing the same to your underwear. You take your cock and rub it against her pussy through her panties.

The feeling of her plump lower lips against your rod makes it throb a little bit. Not wanting to wait any longer, you pull her panties to the side. Once her pussy is revealed, you slap your cock against it. You know that you shouldn't waste any more time and you don't want to stare at the body without going in any longer than you have.

Your tip enters slowly, taking its time to feel the inside of Eunbi's warm hole. Once the tip is inside, you push more of your length into her. The girth of your cock stretches her a little, naturally, to make entry and usage comfortable. Once over half of your cock is inside, you buck your hips to get one deep thrust in to introduce your member to the inside of her breedable body.

Eunbi's pussy then grips your rod after the first thrust. You moan and begin to pound her slowly, using her like you would at any other time. Not wanting to wake her up, you don't want to push yourself to the limit yet.

The pounding goes smoothly. You continue to move your hips, thrusting into Eunbi while her feet are placed on your shoulders. She's never felt this good before, even during all of the other times that you fucked her while she slept. "Fuck," you groan quietly as you make yourself at home in her.

You hold her legs upright as the fucking speeds up. The mattress beneath her creaks whenever you increase the speed at which your rod prods her depths. Once your tip hits as deep as it can, you pull back slowly to revel in the moment.

The juices on your cock dampen it and make the sliding much easier inside of her tight hole. You keep her legs in place and give in to your lust, thrusting wildly as if Eunbi was your personal sex doll. The contraction of her vaginal muscles makes it feel better to fight back against the constriction that you’re feeling.

"I could fuck you until my dick falls off," you joke quietly. A chuckle softly exits your mouth and you focus on fucking your busty girl once more. Your panting and her soft breathing are the only sounds in the room other than the ticking of the wall clock.

Your deep pounding of Eunbi continues. By this point, you're very aware that a harder pounding won't wake her up. You grab the moment by the horns and take full control of her body. A series of hard thrusts into the sleeping Eunbi makes her breasts shake significantly harder than before.

The jiggling of her tits makes you focus on them as you fuck her. You won't be able to last much longer, at least if you go off of the throbbing that's occurring inside Eunbi’s pussy. As the speed increases but the thrusting power stays about the same, you continue to use her like the beautiful toy that she appears to be in this very moment.

You then let go of her legs and lean down slightly to assert full dominance over her body. Your hands reach for her tits. They begin to explore her chest, playing with them as your cock does its thing down below.

A moan escapes and your muscles clench. You don't want to give in and cum yet. At this rate, another couple of minutes will make you explode deep inside of Eunbi. Opting to prolong the fun, you slow down. Once you're slowed, you thrust a little softer to ride the edge, at least for a little while.

Your rod is poised to spill regardless. Not wanting to breed Eunbi this time, you pull out. The next best option is practically staring you in the face. You won’t need much to push you over the edge but you also have to do it before your lust dies down.

The finale of the sex is entirely up to you. You refuse to think about it longer. Instead, you go for it with intent to act upon the choice that crossed your mind. "Here goes nothing," you tell yourself as you get on top of Eunbi. You look down at the sleeping beauty's face and smile when one hand touches her cheek.

You then grab her breasts with both hands. As you sit on top of the girl, you jam your member between her soft and large mounds. The pleasure makes your heart beat faster. The adrenaline causes you to move her tits as fast as she normally does whenever you receive a titfuck from her.

Finding a way to make it more exciting, you grab Eunbi"s hands. You place your palms on the back of her hands and guide them to her chest. As Eunbi sleeps, you guide her hands to her chest and make her move her tits quickly.

While you use her hands to make her sleeping body titfuck you, you feel the tension rising. You occasionally thrust whenever her hands guide her breast down to get the bottom of them closer to your base. You find it nearly impossible to hold on for much longer.

The impending climax is coming a lot faster than you could’ve imagined. You use her hands to move her tits faster to get you to the brink. Her pussy juices make the melons slide even easier and the moisture is smeared in her cleavage. An idea pops into your head and you keep Eunbi's hands still.

You keep her hands in place, which keeps her tits from being moved up and down around your shaft. As you keep it wedged in her cleavage, you begin to thrust. The thrusts are deliberate and slow as you work your way to your orgasm.

The speed goes back to what it was when you were drilling her pussy. A few more moments of this would surely drive you to toe-curling satisfaction and that's what keeps you going. As a matter of fact, it makes you go faster. Your cock acts like a piston between Eunbi’s breasts, pounding like a fucking machine would.

The moment makes you feel like you have reached the pinnacle of your existence. Your cock between Eunbi's breasts is already enough for you, but being mere seconds away from coating her face as you use her body like a sex toy makes you feel a sense of ecstasy that you've rarely felt in your life.

You thrust one more time and then switch up the action for the final time. Staying in place again, you use Eunbi's hands to make her titfuck you. This time, it proves far too much for you to bear. Your hands make hers go as fast as possible and the sweet moment arrives.

A massive shot of cum hits Eunbi's sleeping face. She's used to it at this point, so it doesn’t seem to bother her. As her tits are moved against your length at a rapid pace, you continue cumming. Your heart beats rapidly and more sperm comes out to spray her again, albeit a little less than the initial spurt.

While making use of the titfuck, you continue to shoot ropes onto Eunbi. After the third spurt, you pull out from between her tits. The last small discharges of semen are shot onto her chest. Once the load ceases to come out, you stare at the beautiful mess that you’ve made on Eunbi.

You then get another look at Eunbi’s covered face and tits. A last touch would be good in your book, so you decide to force your cock into her partially parted lips. Seeing that she doesn't object, you bob her head for several seconds. Once your cock is cleaned, you remove it from her mouth.

Feeling too exhausted to do anything else, you fix your underwear and shorts. Once your area is covered again, you get back in your rightful place on the bed. You then toss her pajamas to the foot of the bed and roll over to one side to sleep.

Several minutes pass and Eunbi wakes up. "H-hmm?" she asks sleepily. Eunbi feels warmth on her face and chuckles. "I'm proud of him. He deserves even more tomorrow." Her hushed tone doesn’t make much noise as she looks around for her pajamas.

Eunbi looks down to see that there is a dripping mess on her breasts as well. "I love when he glazes my tits," she mumbles. She then gets up to grab something to clean herself. When Eunbi gets up, one of her hands goes down to her chest. She smears your cum with her fingers and then sucks it off of them.

She grabs tissue to clean her upper half. Once Eunbi is free of sperm, she heads back to the bed. "I'll give him something good to wake up to." She gets in bed next to you and pulls the blanket up to cover both of you. The last thing she does is wrap an arm around you and press her bare tits against your back while closing her eyes.

[barbiiebrat]

obsessed with a man i hate hypnotizing me and making me forget that he has... i'll be arguing with him and he'll say my trigger word, and i'll take my top off but not realize anything's different

as I get more and more passionate about the argument, i bounce more and more on my feet, so he has me take my bra off. i notice the way he's looking at me, but i'm convinced i'm fully clothed, so i brush it off

eventually i'm naked on my knees drooling for his cock, and after he cums all over my tits he says a wake word, at which point i realize what's going on and insist that he forced me

he pulls out his phone and shows me the video he just took of me, begging him to let me suck his cock, and tells me that if i try to tell anybody about what i think he did to me, he'll just show them this. it's both evidence of his innocence and humiliating for me

then he'll walk me back to my room, still naked, so he can wake me up with the word that makes me forget what just happened... until the next time he puts me under, that is ;)

[shiro41]

Fucking My Teacher- GOJO SATORU

Summmary: Fucking your sleeping teacher is bad enough but waking him up while doing it?

WARNINGS: Somnophilia, blowjob, degration, dirty talk, noncon(?), 1 slap, using of names (bitch, slut, etc.), teacher-student, breeding if you squint, belly buldge, virgin!reader, hint of size kink, yandere!reader

Note: this is an old work for my friend..thought might post something since it's valentines...yeah- im late.

The soft breaths that left his mouth quietly felt as you hovered your finger on his lips. The Ghostly touch of his delicate skin and rested face made your cheeks tint a rosy color.

His worn mask was nowhere to be seen and the usual black attire he wears often at school was replaced with a comfortable T-shirt and boxers that hugged the curve of his waist, exposing the plush of his muscular thighs and shaved legs.

The scent of his perfume lingered despite the newly changed clothes, it clung on his skin like glue and his tufts of white scattered around the fluff of his pillow.

Admist the darkness of his room that's illuminated by the natural light of the moon, you can still see the beauty of this man. Your featherlight touch continued to drag across from his delicate features to his hard muscles that peaked and teased you from the confines of his shirt.

Swallowing a thick load of saliva, you got up from your position before giving the defenseless man a kiss goodnight on his forehead, leaving as fast as a cool breeze with no evidence to trace about someone's presence other than your beloved.

A palpitating heart and cold fingers combine with heated cheeks and whirled stomach, the very thought of Satoru drives you to insanity full of desire and love for your snow white teacher.

The figment of Satoru telling you sweet nothings and holding you close to him more than just a platonic teacher-student relationship makes you drool at the thought. The ecstasy you always feel whenever Gojo's soft skin makes contact with your own, sending you to a state of Euphoria.

You've yearned for his attention, yearned for the feeling of the sweet flying butterflies that whirled in your stomach like a tornado and hungered for his affection.

The small bag containing minor objects that belonged to your teacher was a reminder of how much you love him, the stashed collection of things he has bought and gave on your abode served as a sign of your undying affection for your white haired teacher, Gojo.

The vivid image of his calm breathing from earlier synced with the thrust of your fingers, the audible squelching sound of your juice coated finger and the suppressed moans that dare escape your lips was a reminder how much you lust over your mentor.

Your legs shook with the way your pussy walls clenched against your fingers, sheets coated in white as you felt the Ecstasy of the orgasm. Gojo's unsuspecting faces and stolen photos scattered around your bed like reviewers, surrounding your pleasure filled figure as you continued to suck on your fingers, tongue swirling and unintentionally biting the skin.

The smell of your mentor's freshly washed underwear hitting your nose as you salivate with the idea of Satoru's length shoved down your throat, thrusting in a pace that would leave you in tears, leaking like a broken faucet underneath him.

Your restrained moans and small cries of Gojo's name that became a chant as your fingers slid in and out, stretching the overstimulated vagina that yearned for Gojo's dick.

The loud puffs and pants as you rode out your second orgasm for the night followed by a meek call of his name as your body collapsed from the intense session of masturbation, the bed creaking along the way.

You could feel the wetness in your abdomen, caused by the cum that seeped into the thick covers of your bed. The cloth that Stuck on your mouth was centimeters away from you, a visible wet patch from your saliva and stretched visage of your fingers going deep within your throat.

"Gojo..."

Although sensitive and tired, you pushed yourself to clean up after the mess of your pleasure filled session thinking about your teacher in a way so sinful the devil could not accept in hell.

Morning rolled around for you to attend school with your classmates, greeting Nobara with a bubbly persona and Itadori as you three chit chatted about certain things. Megumi was unfortunately sent to a mission to exorcist curses directly commanded by your teacher, Gojo.

Said man barged into the room with a grin, his towering figure spreading as he made himself welcome despite the late arrival. You found yourself in a reverie about your teacher's flexing fingers, finding them incredibly attractive with the way it curled and straightened with every movement.

You wondered what it would feel like to grip on your thighs and plunge it deep within your sweet pussy, maybe slap the folds and rub your aching clitoris.

The very thought of it makes you shudder and let out a breath, the shaky sigh and quiet rampaging imaginaries you've fantasized about your teacher made you rub your thighs together. How sinful, aroused in class fantasizing about Gojo who seemed to be oblivious—like any other students with you—about your undying lust and love.

"(Name)!"

With a sudden call of your name from his lips and the touch of his hands on your shoulder, the gasp that escaped you and the shiver of your whole body was evident to everybody. It was clear you weren't paying attention to their current topic, too busy undressing Gojo with your eyes.

"Are you alright? Something bothering you, hmm?"

"It's nothing, Gojo.."

"Oh come on, you can tell me! Is it a boyfriend?"

What a tease. Behind the black fabric of his blindfold was his blue eyes that will stare deep within your soul and you knew he was checking your well-being as of now behind his mask.

With an annoyed huff and furrowed brows, you pushed your teacher away to create a space. However, his hands caught your wrists and that alone made your heart skip a beat or two.

His touch was firm yet soft, almost securing you like a fragile package. His hands wrapped snugly around your wrists and you wondered if this is the equivalent of his touch when he's bedding a woman.

"G-get off me, stupid teacher! It's none of your business if I'm thinking of someone!"

You exclaimed, cheeks flushed with tints of pink and glare hotter than the hot summer air. Despite your mini tantrum, your mentor's teasing grin did not dissipate. Instead, it grew to a mischievous smirk that you knew won't end well.

Despite your mini tantrum, your mentor's teasing grin did not dissipate. Instead, it grew to a mischievous smirk that you knew won't end well.

You exclaimed, cheeks flushed with tints of pink and glare hotter than the hot summer air. Despite your mini tantrum, your mentor's teasing grin did not dissipate. Instead, it grew to a mischievous smirk that you knew won't end well.

"Care to tell us who?"

The day ended with teasing, Nobara and Itadori's curiosity seeped out of them like overflowing waters. Their arms would cling into the fabric of your uniform like leeches as Gojo's angelic voice sung like an angel from heaven in the background, adding salt to the wound he caused with his mischief.

At the comfort of your room, your stare lingered at the skin of your wrists. Gojo's touch still present despite the fact it's physically absent, love was an understatement to describe what you felt during that moment. It was rather blissful, satisfying.

addicting.

The late of the night didn't make your eyes shut with sleepiness, the overwhelming desire to fuck your teacher rivaled the drowsiness. At an ungodly hour, you've snuck once again at his humble abode with quiet steps and careful movements. The stealth of your figure could compare to a feline's; light and quick.

The familiar door that you've come to know as your beloved teacher's greeted you, blocking whatever is happening inside which you knew by heart. The soft jiggle of the doorknob and a disturbing creak didn't awaken the man who snored blissfully in his bed, covers a mess and position laid out similar to a starfish. The sight made the insides of your body shiver in a pleasant manner.

As per usual, you stared at his defenseless figure completely drinking up the sight of his relaxed state. Oh, how you wish you could just kiss those parted lips and silence the small snores that escape them, feel the flesh of his skin and cup the softness of his cheeks.

"Satoru..."

A breath, you found yourself straddling him. Hovering over his sleeping body with the familiar dancer performing in your eyes; Lust. His breaths harmonize with your heavy pants, touch featherlight against the thin fabric of his garments. Your eyes stayed focused on his covered ones, white lashes at rest that you want to kiss.

Morals and values were not in your book, so does resistance. With a soft bite of your lip, a deep breath and a quick pull, you knew it was too late to go back down and beg for whatever deity you believed in to forgive your sins.

With all its glory revealed your teacher's rested cock, you could feel the blood circulating at the area of your nose as you continued to strip the fabric off his sleeping figure. Slowly, intimately and sinfully.

"Fuck, you're built like god's favorite."

You whispered, softly fluffing his hair and a kiss on his forehead before you retracted and focused on the meaty length that settled in between his muscular thighs. You suppressed a moan, it was better than you pictured. All the pornography you watched late at night, wishing it was his engorged flesh plunging deep into your velvety walls was not comparable to the cock of Gojo Satoru.

The desire to touch and taste his dick was immense, thanking whatever exists above that this man turns off his infinity while asleep. Your pink muscle experimented around the area of his pink tip, swirling it like a lollipop and licking it like chocolate on a spoon. It wasn't as tasty as you expected, it didn't feel like it was supposed to be judging from the adult videos you've seen, however, the tingles and collywobbles confessed how you enjoy pleasing the sleeping man.

A small groan was let out, halting your movement to look over the man who's still thankfully asleep. One could not fathom how low and dirty you swooped in to taste and love this majestic human underneathe you. Diving deeper into the depths of his length, you've managed to suck the muscle that turned slightly stiff overtime.

The head was now slightly hitting your throat, choking and gagging at the thick muscle that snuggly fit in your stretched wet cavern.

You could've sworn the man woke up in a daze before succumbing to sleep a few times before you let go of his now saliva covered dick, liquid dripping on his thighs as his cock stood up like a proud man after your inexperienced performance. Of course, he deserved to be your first in everything.

"Satoru... you're so...mph.."

Staring yet again at his relaxed expression, completely unaware of your doings to his unconscious body. The wet patch on the thin fabric of your panties only grew larger by the minute, it sought to be touched and pleasured, alas, your hands were as busy as your mouth; giving Gojo an inexperienced blowjob in his sleep.

A sigh and a small stutter of your hips when you took off the wet underwear and touched the bundle of nerves that waited to be pleasured, the heat on your cheeks couldn't be any hotter with the way you touched yourself on top of your mentor. It was humiliating but that humiliation was overpowered by the desire and lust to fuck your teacher, have your cunt suck his penis dry of white substances. It made your spine shudder with excitement.

With a hungered lick and a few strokes on his stiff cock, you dare to lead the pulsating tip to your soft folds— teasing yourself with the sensation of his dick on the surface of your sopping vagina. How naughty of you to take advantage of your sleeping teacher, fucking yourself with his aroused member. The slight groans and shifts of his made your body run cold in a pleasant manner, the thrill of waking him up keeps your adrenaline going and heart in a pace of a running man's.

A rather low and restrained moan passed by the guards of your lips as your soaked private suck and ate his throbbing length without any problem with the exception of the discomfort of it stretching your inexperienced hole.

Of course, you believed he's the only man to deserve and experience your divine pussy and take your sacred virginity even when unconscious, the thought of another man's penis taking you makes you shiver in disgust. It was Gojo's and Gojo's only. No one else. So, when you finally settled and felt the burning fire that bloomed as your walls was forced to stretch to a foreign object inside you that's definitely thicker and longer than what your fingers could reach and curl, you softly bounced on his hips.

The feeling of his length softly entering and exiting your hole that morphed into the shape of him was more than heaven, it was paradise.

It felt addicting, it felt satisfying. All you could do was take it in, enjoy the pleasure that it gave despite the minor discomfort it gave and drink up the moments that are rarer than a diamond gem. Sharp intakes of air and soft whispers was all you could do, doing your best not to moan too loud and wake the sleeping man beneath you.

"Satoru, Satoru...! Haah...so good..!"

"I love you so much, I'd kill and die for you...your cock is so big..god!"

Gradually, your pace got quicker as your huffs became louder, almost evident to the cold air that surrounded your heated body. Hand on your mouth, screwing it shut tight and eyes teary with the way his dick thrusted in you as you bounced like a cowgirl on a bull's back. Your toes curled up on the sheets, the nails of your fingers digging on your skin to form small crescent moons and occasionally scratch the delicate flesh.

"Fuck...Satoru!"

"I'm.... I'm....fucking god!"

A silent scream and a stutter of your whole body, creamy and thick white semen overflowed from the inside of your cunt. Your vision faded to black as the earth seemingly stopped to witness your pleasure filled expression, inaudible whines and sobs as your teeth buried deep in your skin to silence the volume of your bliss.

The feeling of incredible strength of a fist tying your hair at the back of your head and a deep, sleepy chuckle made your blood run as cold as Russia's snow. Is this how a deer feels when exposed to headlights? You thought to yourself, stunned by the sudden awakening of your teacher.

"How's your experience so far, sweetheart?"

"G-gojo! It's uhm.."

The situation itself was unexplainable, the feelings you harboured for your mentor were unexplainable. Everything about your doings was unexplainable.

"Now, now, (name). I bet you've enjoyed everything that has happened so far. But, you do know everything you've done is wrong, don't you?"

Was he going to lecture you? That's the best thing that could happen as of now, you think. He's probably going to report you to the jujutsu headquarters or just send you to the police to repent your unforgivable sins. All this happening with his dick still inside, drenched with your dripping cum on the sides of your thighs and his to the sheets of his bed.

"Don't you deserve to be punished?"

The question sounded more like a statement, you felt his grip from behind your head tighten. His other hand is finding a way to your jaw that's dried with your own saliva from the session, ever so slightly pressing the smallest amount of strength that felt like a guard to keep your mouth from lapping anything that belongs to and is on him.

"How naughty of you, (Name)."

He whispered, sending spooky chills throughout your whole body. You waited for his next move, accepting whatever he will do to you like a good obedient girl that's been tamed by the fine hands of her teacher. You've already eaten the forbidden fruit, it was just a matter of time for you to face the consequences of your actions but you did not expect to be caught midway of committing it.

A surprised yelp and a jerk of your body left your soul flying to heaven as his hips rutted without a word, squelching noise audible to both of you as his balls came into contact with your skin. Hands flying to his shoulders for support as he continued without a word uttered for you to prepare, stuffing you with his meaty length vigorously.

"Ah-ah! Sat—Gojo! Please stop I'm sensitive!"

"What happened to 'Satoru', baby? Are you too shy to utter my name now?"

With your teacher's strength, he flipped the both of you. Now underneath him, you could see the oceanic spheres that danced with sinful lust and sadism that matched the smirk on his lips. His hand wrapped around your wrists rather tightly, almost making blood circulation stop in that particular area from the raw strength he possesses.

Hips continue to plunge deep inside you with the speed of a beast that makes the bed creak in a noisy manner as it hits the wall every time Gojo's cock disappears into your body.

"Ah! Satoru! Satoru! Satoru!"

You could only whine and sob, the intensity of your pussy being assaulted with his dick was better than earlier. He truly is an experienced man, making you cry out in pleasure as you willingly submit to be his whore of a student. Your legs are forced to be spread wide and dangle on his shoulders, having deeper access to hit every crevice of your heated walls.

From the Orgasm you had earlier and your teacher's intense pace and rough thrusts, your poor inexperienced vagina could only handle so much stimulation that it made you scream in ecstasy when you felt the gush of juices painting Gojo's length white, legs shaking from the shockwaves and seeing dots of white and black as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"Came already? But we are only just getting started."

"Ngh...Satoru I don't think—"

"You will. Whether you like it or not, you will be taking my dick like a desperate bitch you are. Are we clear?"

You could only respond with a single sob and cry, having no other choice but to take him in despite the overwhelming pleasures your body can't handle.

"Speak!"

A slap on your cheek.

"(Name), don't be a bitch now. Come on, speak and tell me your answer."

Vehement thrusts are what greeted you like no tomorrow, you felt the burning sensation of his harsh touch on your swollen cheek as his eyes glared down at you with a glowing fire of lust.

"Y-yes Satoru!"

You mustered, too fucked up to even form a single phrase. You could feel the wetness of your juices and Gojo's leaking from your hole that's been filled with yours and his rich, white semen. His length continued to assault you glistening pussy without a stop, a few groans and audible pants from him. The hand that acted as a restraint on your wrist continued to clutch them, now stronger than before as he's too indulged with the way your walls hugged his cock, morphing into the shape of it as if he's marking your insides.

"Fuck, you're a virgin aren't ya? This sweet pussy is mine to claim."

His hand that once restrained your arms slithered down your heated, pleasure filled body to the bundle of nerves that he's currently filling up. His index finger toyed with your clit and continued to form a circular motion that triggered a switch for you to automatically raise your hips from the soft surface of his bed and scream his name as you once again came from the added sensation of his hand.

"How pretty."

Diving to reach you, his slimy tongue lapped up the forming sweat and flowing tears on your cheek, tasting it like the last droplets of soda in a plastic can. His fingers continued to skillfully support his beast-like thrusts, occasionally pinching and slapping your vagina as if it were some skin on your arm. Your moans were no longer there, replaced with desperate whines, cries and hiccups.

"Take my cum and don't let it leak, got it? Not a single bit."

He murmured in your ear, biting the shell and wet it with his slithering tongue. A meek nod and a pathetic mustered yes from you before you felt yourself being carried like a newborn to Gojo's clothed chest, arms wrapped around your nude figure to secure your seat in his lap with his penis connecting you both in this ride.

If your screams weren't loud enough earlier, it definitely did now. You swore you saw the glass of unfinished water shake for a moment as your mentor jackhammered himself in you, constant sounds of slaps and squelches becoming background noises from the echoing gutteral moans from you and occasional groans and degration from your mentor.

"Ugh! Satoru! Fuck! Fuck me harder! There, there! Angh..there please!"

"Such a needy b-bitch, don't worry..Teacher's cum will fill you up any second now."

He purred, bouncing you up and down forcefully as he also plowed his pleasure stick as fast and wild as he could. You could see the crack on the bedframe and hear the quick creak of something being bent with the way he stuffed you full.

"Please! Please!"

Pathetically begging, you felt like a slut in need for a refill of his semen to energize you for the day. The world was now in a blurry mess, mixed with the tears and dizziness you're experiencing in sync thanks to your teacher's massive length. You could slightly see your stomach bulge every time his cock disappears, it scared you how long and thick it is to the point it started to get a little too intense for your liking but, you weren't one to complain and would rather save yourself from the advantage of your teacher exposing your sins to authorities or anyone he knows.

His fingers pried your mouth open, exposing your bleeding tongue that's been bitten minutes prior to his awakening. Your eyes widened as you felt the spit of his combine with yours inside your wet cavern being mixed with his tongue like a witch brewing a new potion. The open mouthed kiss didn't let you forget the arching of your back pressing against his torso, the fire that pooled in your abdomen similar to springs recoiling before it snapped in half.

The sudden stop of his thrust and the erotic moan from him made you realize he too, have cummed in sync with you. You felt his lips press at the side of your head whilst the grip of his hands on your waist and hips were the contrast of his soft gesture. You fear they'll bruise later or tomorrow, but that wasn't what concerned you the most in this situation.

The heavy breaths and pants was the only thing you could hear aside from the ringing of your head, feeling the gush of liquids on your pussy and the slow retract of his cum covered dick, witnessing how your stomach visibly deflated from emptiness. You were still high from the overstimulation the man have gave you, the amount of orgasm you managed to produce in one night without having to pass out midway, all of it has made you feel beyond tired and exhausted.

The ustulation was satisfied temporarily, deep within you knew this was not going to be the last you'll ever taste your teacher's dick and the start of you diving deeper into the obsession over your handsome, masked teacher.

Gojo's Azure gaze stayed glued into your hazed ones, still calming down from a draining activity. Was this all worth it? Of course it was, you've tasted your teacher in more ways than what you expected and you were beyond grateful for it, ignoring how humiliating and shameful it is for you to grasp it.

"As a Punishment, you will be sent to a mission three weeks worth of time with no assistance, whatsoever."

[wlwwerewolfie]

Dom with insomnia who stays up bored while their sub is a deep sleeper. Their sub feels bad that their dom stays awake all alone with nothing to do until they figure out a situation. They tell their dom that they're allowed to use their body for their pleasure while the sub is fast asleep.

The first night, they tried the subs plan the dom is worried they're going to wake up the sub, but that fear quickly goes away when they're breeding the sleeping person under them who hadn't even flinch. The only issue is that their sleeping beauty wakes up sticky and a bit sore, but they don't mind at all, and it warms their heart that they made their dom feel so good.

[snowsinterlude]

🌷 - sleeping beauty.

(coriolanus snow x f. reader)

summary: everytime the summer arrived at the capitol, you turned into sleeping beauty; always asleep while your boyfriend was in between your legs.

c.w: somnophilia, sleeping sex, pussy eating, p in v, sweaty sex, dirty talk, breeding, explicit content, squirting.

legs on each side of his head, your boyfriend sucked your cunt eagerly, too hungry for your taste. he lapped on your pussy like his life depended on it, it was the second time he was doing it. his dick was throbbing painfully against the mattress, your thighs were sweating and he was proud of it.

summer in panem's capitol felt like hell. you were quite the sleepy girl, always sleepy due to the sun and the heat. you knew and have given total consent for coryo to do whatever he wanted to you while asleep- i mean, by now you were sleeping as much as a cat, always hugging his arm or any plushie or pillow you had.

it was worse when you were ovulating- so eager that you would let him fuck your cunt half asleep, you would ride him sleepily, thinking it was a dream, only to wake up hours later with his cum stuffed inside you.

so now it was one of those times were you would buck up your cunt against his face trying to get more friction on him, hands lazily resting on your pillow, dreaming of the sight between your legs.

"p...please- hmm, wanna be filled." you muttered in your dreams, and he listened, of course he did, smiling against your cunt.

"asleep and desperate, aren't you?" he muttered, rubbing his thumb on his tip, teasing himself for you. it didn't took much for you to cum on his mouth for a second time, squirming and grunting in your sleep.

he smiled at you while swallowing your taste, kissing your inner thigh with the same mouth that was engulfing and teasing your clit before. he got in between your thighs, admiring your sleeping beauty and the way you softly bucked yourself up to him, as if you were asking for more, and you were.

slowly, he introduced himself into you, grunting at how warm and tight you were, how hungry your cunt was for his dick. he thrusted inside you at a slow pace, he knew he couldn't go too quick- or else you would wake up and wouldn't let him take the lead.

half asleep, you could see the way your pussy was engulfing his dick, devouring him into you, the sight was heavenly. and with that in mind, you sobbed for more. for more and more.

due to the heat of panem, the sweat running down your body was making your body shine, at the same time that made your entire body sticky with it, he loved it though. the sounds of flesh slapping were even lewder when you were sweating. and now, with your cunt being that wet it just made things better.

"fuck, you're so hot- don't even need that summer for you to be so warm." he groaned, squeezing your thigh, engulfing your nipples. god, you tasted like heaven to him. you were the most perfect sight for him right now, not only that but your taste- it was the best for him.

you squirmed in your sleep state, your index finger directing itself to your swollen, abused clit. such a small pearl, so eager for you to touch. you cried only by touching it.

"c-cory- sensitive. too sensitive." you moaned in your dreams, kissing him when his open mouth found yours. tongue on tongue, you swallowed all the saliva of that kiss alongside with the saliva he spat into your mouth. such a sweet sight.

"i know, but you can take it, babe. i know you can." he said, licking and teasing your nipple, pinching the other and squeezing your waist tightly with his free hand. "look at you, so good around me. so tight- you're going to cum already?"

he asked as a joke, but you nodded in your sleep, cumming again on his dick, coating him all the way with your cum.

"c'mon, it was a joke." he chuckled, slapping your clit lightly, making you mewl and cry on his dick.

"c-coryy!" you slurred, feeling like you would cum again in the matter of seconds.

when he came, spurt after spurt outside your cunt, he smeared it all the way up and down your slick, only to slap your cunt with his dick again. "you want more?"

you nodded, of course. almost desperate. when he pulled out of you to cum out of your cunt you couldn't help but sob wanting more, bucking your hips, hoping he would put himself inside you again.

"so hungry for my dick isn't it?" he asked, and you pathetically nodded, even though if he asked you about it if you weren't asleep you would deny it as the brat you were. "fucking whore."

and he introduced himself inside you again, fuck it if you would wake up, he wanted that and he knew that if you perhaps woke up you wouldn't do anything from how sensitive you were now.

he smiled at each rought thrust he gave you, your moaning sleep state was so hot, the way the sweat rolled down your curves and made it's way to the mattress was just perfect, it looked like you were being drawned by your own sweat.

"c-cory!" you squirmed, rubbing your small pearl again, crying from the overstimulation. you could see it all on your dreams- the ones you thought you were having. too tired and sleepy to see that your eyes were half closed.

"hm?" he hummed, sucking the flavor of your cunt on your fingers.

"p-pee. need to pee!" you desperately said, even if you kept on fucking yourself on him, as desperately as you sounded.

"do it, doll. i know just how much you need to." he said. he knew just well that whatever it was that would come out of you wasn't pee.

so, just like he thought, you squirted on him, crying as your half closed eyes watched how your juices went all the way down his abdomen and dick, so pretty, such a good sight.

but of course you passed out from overstimulation, and it only took some thrusts out of him to cum again, this time, he did it inside you.

both of you fell asleep together, not daring to touch eachother due to how much your bodies were glued, all coated up in sweat.

with that being said, when you woke up to the mess of sweat, cum and squirt you were drenched in, you slapped his chest.

"you should've woke me up!"

"it wouldn't be so fun. you know that." and he kissed your temple, both of you going for the second round on the shower. and you were awake this time.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Come After Dark [Loki x Fem.Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: You swallow your nerves and take Loki up on his seductive invitation. (w/c 3.1k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Mild somnophillia. Language. Mild angst to fluff. Sub(ish) Loki.

The hair on your arms felt like needles, every ghostlike pricking shiver vibrating invisible strands. Was it cold tonight? You couldn’t tell. Heat thumping low in your belly blossomed as you made your way through the midnight gloom of the tower. Shadows danced the walls, stretching and fading in haunting rhythm. Come after dark, he’d said.

You shivered again, recalling the way his breath had caressed your jaw, a palm spread on his chest against porcelain shirt buttons. His questioning stare had moved from your hand to your eyes, his brows a line of reluctant, smouldering resignation. He had left you in that hallway, music beating a solid bass through the wall against your spine. The words that had circled in your mind ever since fluttered back around the endless loop.

I will cease my wooing of you, since that is what you wish, he had murmured, as he unfurled your fingers from his chest. Loki then raised your knuckles to his lips. Parted, only slightly. But if you decide you want this, whenever you want this, he’d whispered against the skin. Come after dark.

That had been days ago. A week? Time had slowed and sped up in frightening synchronicity since that brief conversation. You and he had been dancing around your flirtations for months, but in each moment when he swooped gently to kiss you, to let his hands wander to your own, to break the seal of workplace propriety – you bailed.

His absence made everything come in bright clarity. In deepest reds and brightest blues you saw for the first time how much more he was than a distraction, than something to be feared in awe from a distance. Like a predator behind glass. Fear. What was it you were afraid of? Of how much you want him. Of how how has the power to elevate or decimate in the palm of his-

You shook the thought away, seeing the potted plant that signalled the end of the corridor come into view. One more turn.

Silent breaths rose and fell as his door suddenly loomed. It stretched up into nothingness, its out of place mahogany intricacies making you smile in the eerie darkness. Lifting a fist to knock, you paused. A feeling rose that was difficult to place. The ornate brass knob was cool to the touch, but even from one small twist it was easy to tell it was - Come after dark, -unlocked.

You held your breath, twisting on the exhale. There was a soft click as the mechanism relented, a cool brush of air wafting against heated cheeks. The goosebumps on your forearms bristled.

A feeling of dread suddenly descended, sinking through the excited trepidation. What if he didn’t mean it? What if, I’m just breaking into his room-

You recalled the gleam of his darkened eyes, the blue of his irises barely visible at the rims of wide pupils. The hum of his voice as he enunciated each word with painfully laden precision, as thick as double cream; Come after dark,

You stepped inside, closing the door behind you. As your eyes adjusted to a deeper darkness, the room’s layout came into view. A short corridor which was the mark of all your accommodations led into a living area. You could see the elegant curves of an ostentatious sofa, the rise of a fireplace and the shadowy reflection of a mirror glinting above. Floor length curtains swept around the corner windows. Of course Loki has the corner apartment, you mulled, noticing dinner-plate sized vegetation poked around the corner from some kind of plant. Your fingers reaching to absent-mindedly rub the waxy leaves as you padded over luxurious carpet. White carpet. Your bare feet sank into the pile, each cushioned step landing on the heel making your breaths quicken as you worked closer to the bedroom. The door was open, just a crack. After this, there was no turning back. You would never be the same. You could tell. Good, you thought; feeling your heart thunder. Like an astral projection, you felt your fingers slide around the edge of the door, peeking inside. A wave of adrenaline soared up your body like a tide; animalistic energy bursting new heat from every pore. There he was.

Spread like a sculpture; a living Bernini glowing in soft cracks of moonlight glistening on his skin. One long thigh rested open atop twisted sheets, an arm outstretched on the empty side of the bed reaching for an invisible lover. The curves of his muscles rose and fell along each line of his body, white sheets painted teasingly across the sharp dents of his hips. His obliques clenched with each soft breath, perfect face turned towards the shards of moonbeam bathing him in ethereal light. Dark curls lay spread against the pillow, like splatters of oil on canvas, winding across the cotton and the broad flat of his pale shoulders. Your mouth felt dry, and your eyes. You realised you hadn’t blinked in about thirty seconds. He looked so peaceful, it would be a shame to- Oh-

Your eyes fell on his crotch as he sifted within dreams, something long and thick nudging horizontal upwards against the sheets.

Your breath hitched as a well of saliva rose in your mouth, moistening your lips. You would be lying if you hadn’t imagined him thrusting his fist against that huge cock in these very rooms while he moaned your name, fuelling your forbidden fantasies. On the edge of this very bed, by all accounts. He was always a gentleman in your presence, something you had wished many times he would abandon to urge you to take the leap.

But after all, here you were. Here I am. His brow furrowed, a light moan snaking from his slumbering throat. Beneath your pyjama shorts, the slick of arousal that had been growing since you had left your own apartment warmed. Slipping.

You squeezed around the door, tentatively making your way to the empty side of the bed. Now what, you thought, letting your eyes roam over his sprawled form as you resisted the urge to jump on him...do I wake him, should I- “-Loki?” you whispered, voice shaking. Your fingertips traced the thick cotton rumpled at the bed’s edge. His breaths continued to slowly rise and fall, the erotically devastating fan of dark lashes against his skin, undisturbed. “Loki?” you repeated, resting on the side of the mattress, “Mmm...” he mumbled groggily, frowning in his slumber. He sighed, outstretched fingers twitching. You smiled, watching the strong veins in his forearms tense before relaxing into smooth surrender.

Following the delicate lines of the summer duvet draped lazily across his torso, you let your eyes track down the folds. It ran diagonal, exposing the taut carving of violent muscle rippling down his chest, his stomach. The duvet rested teasingly over his hips, an exposed leg hanging open sluttishly as the other stretched down to the end of the ornate bed-frame. “Lo-kii…” you cooed seductively, shuffling closer.

You waited. He didn’t stir. You frowned.

Beneath the duvet, the god’s swollen cock twitched against the cotton.

Your eyes ran up the lines of muscle contoured in the moonlight, up the shadow of his cheekbones to his peaceful brow. A thin line formed between his eyebrows, softening. Without realising it, your outstretched fingers ghosted down the centre of his abdomen, cool skin making heated tips tingle. You edged closer on your knees, making the firm mattress bounce slightly. But still, he did not stir. Nerves burst in stars deep in your belly, the gravity of your audacity making you dizzy as you fought to hold your nerve.

Cautiously, you lowered to his flat stomach, placing a kiss just above his naval. A shaking gasp escaped your nostrils, the electric eroticism of his energy humming from every inch of his skin as you moved lower. Fine hair coating down from his naval grazed your chin, its feathery softness a stark reminder of the warm heart beating beneath his stoic exterior. You paused on the dip of his adonis belt, frozen hunched in place as he stirred. The pillows rustled, followed by a soft thump as his cheek fell to the other side.

“Don’t s-stop…” he softly slurred, hips nudging upwards beneath the sheet. Outstretched fingers gripped the sheet to your side in a loose fist, the fingernails catching on cotton before relaxing.

Oh, god.

Your trembling digits wrapped around the blanket’s tip, pulling down. And all the time, your eyes never left his moon-drunk face. Tentatively you ran your fingernails lightly over the taut skin of his ribs. Shivers rose in the muscle beneath your careful touch as the sheet was brushed aside below. You let the heel of your palm search in half-darkness for the root of his subconscious desire.

It didn’t need to search far. Loki moaned softly, his lips parting with a puff of air. A rogue strand of hair buffeted from his face as you clenched around nothing, the wetness between your legs wild and unstoppable, his gentle whoreish sounds making your inner-beast writhe. The god’s breaths were a roar in the suffocating silence. “Please,” he breathed in dreams. It floated, lingering like perfume. Or maybe it was your imagination. Reluctantly, your palm left the velvet skin of his cock and planted on the farthest side of his body. You loomed over him. He’s like my prey, thought reverently; holding back a giggle. Like a virgin and a vampire, about to be sucked dr-

The smile faded, replaced by something stronger than the fear of him waking and recoiling in disgust. That this had all been a misunderstanding. That his sultry flirtations and invitations and unlocked door were just coincidences. Nothing more. Tilting your head, you bit your bottom lip and watched as his light frown returned. He squirmed in slumber, ropes of shoulder muscle shifting against the pillows. You allowed yourself to finish the thought, -Sucked dry.

Taking a deep breath, you dipped down and covered the head of his majestic cock carefully with your mouth. It was warm, the round tip resting on your tongue, the jolt of his thigh splayed to the side not going unnoticed as you let your slick lips slide against him. He’s been hard for a while, you pondered, savouring the settling of his sex inside your mouth. Where he belongs. A thick vein pulsed against your tongue. Your mind crackled with energy, every nerve screaming to shake him awake and fuck him into the headboard between messy kisses and half-formed words. “Mmmm...ye-shs, p-please -m-more…” Loki exhaled groggily. You wondered if he was dreaming of you. Muffled, his lashes fluttered with pleasure beneath shuttered lids. The thump of your heart was deafening as you focused on the taste of him filling your mouth. The sweetness of his velvet skin stretched over unforgiving muscle, fresh and deep like autumn pine. Plump veins slid further down the flat of your tongue as you grew braver, each ridge that bumped against the muscle lovingly caressed. The creases of your mouth cracked slowly as you slid him further inside. And it suddenly dawned on you, how large he truly was. The scent of his shaft filled your nostrils as you lapped softly at the tip, enjoying each stolen moment of second-hand pleasure. Your pussy throbbed, blood pumping and heating the mess between your legs. Loki whined softly, hips beginning to roll in dream-soaked waves. You wrapped your fingers one by one around the thickness of him, brow furrowing as you felt the weight of his cock twitch in your grip. Slowly, you drew your tongue over the sensitive frenulum, feeling his hips shudder as you licked to the leaking tip.

“You came…” a gravelled voice shifted in the darkness, making you jump. Your head snapped towards him, fearful eyes wide. A mischievous smile tugged at his beautiful lips, shadows cast by the moonlight carving deep grooves beneath his cheekbones. “Quite the one for drama after all, aren’t we, little fox?” The words were mumbled coyly, raising an eyebrow as you sat upright. Loki’s voice was husky with something, but it wasn’t sleep. He propped himself up on one elbow, using his free hand to dramatically whip the remaining duvet from his body and letting it sprawl to the floor.

“I thought you might enjoy the illusion of voyeurism,” he smiled, rubbing a flat palm on the mattress beside him. “As usual, it seems, I was correct.” “You were awake?” you scoffed, admitting to yourself that the desired effect was likely lost by the wandering of your hungry eyes over his unbearably naked form. With sudden clarity, you realised his hard manhood was still wrapped in the punishing grip of your fingers. “Mmmm,” he hummed, smile wider now with the mocking echo of his slumbering moans. His stare dropped in stages down your body, across every line of your form kneeling on his bed in the moonslick gloom. If he was searching for resistance, he would find none. “I’m sorry if I-”

Before the final words could form on your tongue, Loki was kneeling in front of you. His hips pressed flush to your stomach, those long fingers that had brushed your own so many times beneath the conference table digging into the small of your back. They sank lower, cupping your ass with a ragged groan from his throat. “Enough,” he growled. But it wasn’t a threat. It was a plea. Loki buried his face in your neck, kissing ravenously up the curve towards the angle of your jaw as your nails dragged down his chiselled abdomen. The god’s breath was hot, decadent.

Both of you raised on your knees, a tangled primal mess of hair and fingers and teeth and tongue as the past burned. Whispers of desire fluttered in the sliver of air between you as Loki’s hands spread against your ass-cheeks, down the backs your thighs. He rested back on the bed, letting you fall over him in a flood of pure need, straddling him immediately. “I’m going to fuck you into this headboard, Laufeyson” you heard yourself mutter as you stooped to place wet kisses on his collarbone. Loki chuckled. “Oh I do hope so,” he rumbled under his breath. “I’ve thought about it enough.”

His eyes tracked over your loose pyjama top like a hunter, running his hands up the curve of your waist until your vision blurred. With a soft pop, you were free. Loki groaned. The flat of his cock lay nestled between your legs, pressed tight against your wet cunt. Pleasure fired with every frustrated rock of his hips, seeking salvation. His palms cupped your breasts, burying his face forwards as your wound your fingers in his hair. “Fuck me,” he gasped desperately against your chest. The skin was moist with moans and sucks and kisses as he pushed your breasts together, his proud features absorbing all you had to give. “Fuck me, please.”

You held your breath as you rose up, hand feeling between his legs and lining him up. The tip of his manhood brushed against your aching heat, a premature moan of anticipation filling the air from you both. “There’s no going back after this,” you said; voice trembling over shaky breaths. The god’s eyes rose from the sight of his cock hovering at your entrance, the same determined look of intent curtaining his features as had in the hallway. “You shall not want to go back, darling,” he murmured, a familiar smirk curling his lip in the gloom. A dimple flashed. “Believe me.”

The words made you clench just as you sank onto his cock, his sheer size making you choke on air as a strangled gasp erupted. Loki’s hands guided your hips, rocking you gently down his length. His eye twitched, brows slanted as his chin tilted to the ceiling. But still, he kept his gaze on you. “Loki-” you whined, feeling each ridge and vein of his shaft press and drag against your little cunt. Nothing was supposed to feel this good.

Loki let out a ragged exhale he’d been holding, whole body shuddering as he filled you to the hilt. Careful fingers rested on your hips, pulling you gently back and forth. You could feel your walls begin to stretch, the sopping stickiness of arousal coating his cock with each gyration. “Good?” he grunted, concern lacing his voice. You nodded mutely, strands of hair sticking to your parted lips as you moaned obscenities above him. How fucked-out you must look, and you’d barely started. One of your hands gripped his headboard, the other steadying on his chest as Loki let you take him. All of him.

With every roll of your hips, your clit pressed against his pelvis; sparks of pleasure setting your belly alight with new desires. Every soft sigh of your name, good girl, that’s it, pushed you higher; confidence building. You started to bounce, thighs tensing with every slam to the root of his shaft. The desire to close your eyes and let yourself drown in ecstasy was overwhelming, but the urge to watch the god you had craved writhe beneath you was stronger.

“G-gods, my sweet little f-fuck...f-ox…” Loki growled, giving into himself and making you fly into the air with a targeted thrust. He caught your waist, sinking you down with merciless precision, “you’re even more d-deadly than I expected.” The headboard slapped against the wall, each ca-lunk of wood on plaster making you tighten. Fingernails sank into the leather covering as the beat grew louder with every synchronised groan from your throats, of every squelching slap of your bodies moving as one. You didn’t stop to wonder who was on the other side. You didn’t care. Loki grit his teeth, the veins in his neck straining as his hair mussed against the pillow. He slipped a hand behind your head as you leant towards him, sucking the pleasure point of his neck with moans so dirty you surprised yourself. “My patient god,” you grunted wetly against his skin, tightening your cunt around his throbbing sex, “I want your cum covering every inch of me when tonight is over.” The noises he was making were filth. Every curse and uhhhhh and sluttish moan driving you feral as you shook the walls with all your might. Loki was nearing his limit. Men and gods, you surmised, were not so different in some respects.

His eyes rolled back, a hiss filling the hair as his jaw set in smouldering intent. You smiled, placing both hands firmly over the leather seal of his headboard. The flutter of his thumb against your swollen clit was all it took to push you over the edge, tumbling with a strangled cry of his name into an abyss of pleasure. Moonlight shattered around his tense body, cutting in shards where each bladed muscle of his godly formed tightened and bulged beneath the grip of your thighs.

Syllables of your name exploded one after another as he let himself come undone, arching up to catch your open mouth in a filthy kiss. The pressure of his cum swelled inside your slit, leaking against his shuddering thrusts as his whole body trembled. Your cries intertwined the air like wafts of smoke, rising and ebbing before with a final broken sigh, you collapsed on top of him. Your fingertips followed at a snails pace, scratching down the skin of the leather headboard. Seconds passed, before Loki’s nose nestled beside your ear. “Worth the wait,” he murmured against your hair. “Mmm-hmmm,” you confirmed groggily, deep in the pillow. Words were too much. “It wasn’t a question,” he said quietly, before pressing a kiss to your temple. You managed to raise your head, seeing the crescent fan of his lashes rise to reveal eyes sparkling with something new. “You,” he whispered, knuckles trailing lovingly down the curve of your damp neck, “however long it took. You were always worth the wait.”

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[hellhoundsprey]

cause and effect

(happy ww!)

[blindmagdalena]

im so ❤️❤️ for creepy homelander rn! like stalker homelander, panty stealer, watching you sleep vibes.,,,,., my heart is full

he's just so terribly good at it.

who else is going to walk you home at night? it's dangerous out here for a pretty thing like you. it's okay that you can't see him. all that matters is that he can see you.

honestly it's cute how clueless you are. what would you do without him? he's been outside your place countless times and yet not once have you ever noticed him. he starts to feel bold. he wonders if maybe you do know, you just don't mind.

it makes leaving your window open seem like an invitation.

it's surreal to be inside the home he's watched from a distance. everything smells like you, but it doesn't stop him from picking up your shirt and pressing it to his mouth to take a deep huff. soft. everything about you is so damn soft.

especially when you sleep. he cocks his head while he stands there at the edge of your bed, watches you for a long while. your heart is steady, breaths shallow. you must be deep asleep then, dreaming away. dreaming of him, he hopes. he certainly dreams of you.

being so close is too much of a temptation. he wets his lips with a quick slide of his tongue and bends down. he ghosts his fingers just over your cheek, not quite daring to touch. he can smell the faint remnants of your toothpaste on your breath, your shampoo, and beneath it all, you. fuck, it's intoxicating, it's...

he brushes his lips ever so gently between your brows, his own breaths matching the cadence of yours. divine. you're divine. so unwittingly perfect. you don't even know. you have no idea.

he means to leave it there, but the pull is too great. he's greedy, drunk on the smell and the taste of you, and he can't stop himself from sampling your lips against his. soft, soft, soft. he knew they would be.

he's aching, yearning so intensely he could rip the covers away and take you just like this, shake you awake and declare himself and finally have you.

not yet.

he leaves, but not empty handed. he doesn't think you'll miss that pair of panties. not as much as he'll enjoy them.