#cw: somnophilia
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after dark
summary: he wants you. and he knows you need him.
pairing: geneticist!miguel o'hara x intern!reader
rating: explicit [18+] - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
cw: dark!miguel, dub/non-con elements, somnophilia, dacryphilia, drugging, afab!reader, stalking, obsession, smut, slight size kink, piv sex, creampie, breeding kink, gaslighting (?), a bit of dumbification, miguel's nano-suit in action!
wc: ~1.7k
a/n: this is my submission for @romana-after-dark's dead dove december event!
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Despite the obnoxious number of pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals on your bed, your body is completely uncovered. A sweet scene reserved for his eyes only.
You're curled up with your shirt shoved up to your chest, displaying your barely there panties that cling to your curves. Your body shivers unconsciously as a shadowed form cascades over your sprawled figure. He steps closer, his broad body blocking the moonlight that streams in through the window.
So unsuspecting. So…pure.
You nuzzle your face into your pillow with a sleepy sigh, body soft and relaxed, completely unaware of his presence. His claws dig into his palm as he holds himself back from touching you.
You've always been a tease, showing up to work with those naive eyes and sweet smiles. More than once, your fingers have brushed against his as you shyly handed him a cup of coffee, mumbling an adorable, "For you, Dr. O'Hara", before scurrying away.
Red eyes glow as you move to lay on your back, legs falling apart to show him how the fabric of your underwear presses perfectly against the softness of your cunt. Your arms lazily stretch above your body, resting against the mess of your hair on the pillow. He seethes at the sight of your tits, barely shielded by your t-shirt.
You want this.
He's sure of it.
You're practically begging for it with how sweet you smell.
A hand lightly brushes against your abdomen, moving methodically so the sudden touch doesn't accidentally wake you. A finger hooks the underside of your shirt and tugs it over the curve of your tits, revealing your pebbling buds to the cool air. Sensitive.
He swallows down a groan as he captures a tit in his hand and softly squeezes the soft mound. You arch your back against his thumb as it barely flicks over your nipple and a soft whimper slips from your pouty lips against your pillow.
His other hand palms over his covered cock as it throbs desperately at the sight. Damn, you're a heavy sleeper.
Miguel lets his touch drift lower, teasing at the waistband of your underwear. He traces that cute little bow in the front, a symbol of innocence above a needy cunt. You’re so cute, acting all pure when all you really need is a big cock to fill you up.
Two fingers press gently against your covered folds, prodding where you need him the most. You’re already wet for him, drenching the light fabric with your slick. He lightly tugs the underwear out of the way, needing to feel your sloppy cunt suck around his thick fingers.
Pulsing fangs dig into his bottom lip as he reveals your pussy, glistening so ethereally under the moonlight. He spreads your slick over your folds, mesmerized by the mess as you drip nectar onto the mattress below. God, you’re soaked. Even unconscious, you’re a desperate slut who’d take anything to be filled and bred.
He attempts to push a finger inside of you, tenderly nudging at your entrance until he can ease the tip of his index finger inside your hot core. About halfway in, your body stiffens and your legs instinctively spread apart.
You’re trying to let him in. You’re inviting him.
With more space, it’s easier to push in, to bury his finger until you’re wrapped around him. You feel so good, so wet and hot, perfectly tight around his finger. He can’t wait to feel the vice of your cunt around his cock.
Slowly, he pulls out, staring at the glistening tops of his knuckles, your mark on him. You let out a pretty sigh, so light and pleasurable and real that he’s afraid you woke up, but still you don’t open your eyes.
Miguel pushes back in, just as slow, but this time at an angle. The tip of his finger drags against the top wall of your cunt and your pussy flutters around him. This time you let out a rough moan, involuntary, but so delicious. You’re so responsive to him.
His mouth waters as the heady scent of your lust calls him to coax more pretty sounds and messy slick from your body. He nearly turns you over to shove his cock into you, needing to feel your cunt swallow him until you’re staining your pillowcase with drool and tears.
He needs more. But he also needs you to cooperate.
He leans over the side of the bed and hovers over your figure. His fangs throb under his top lip as he gets closer to you. He brushes your hair to the side, exposing your neck, eyeing the spot where your throat meets your shoulder.
He presses a gentle kiss against your shoulder before laving his tongue against his target area, your sweet taste egging him on. Your body shivers with sensitivity as his hot mouth works over your skin, but you stay asleep. Your lack of awareness gives him the confidence to take the bite.
An involuntary moan rumbles up from his chest as his fangs sink into your soft skin. Miguel has to hold onto your arms before he gets carried away from the feeling. Your head involuntarily tilts to the side to give him more access to your neck as your body throbs, and you groan as a wave of pain, pleasure, and shock fills your senses.
Your eyes flutter open when the bed dips next to you announcing his presence, but all you can see is scarlet eyes staring down with curiosity. Your mind is foggy as you try to sit up, but your body stays flat on the mattress, feeling heavy and helpless.
"Hmn…?"
Miguel coos lightly against your shoulder, “Shh…don’t worry, cariño. I’ll take care of you.”
You recognize that drawl, but you've never heard him so low and rough, “O’H-Hara?” You try to cover yourself with your blanket, slowly moving against whatever is holding you back, but he holds onto your wrist to stop your movements. “Wha–” You choke on your words as a sudden bout of heat spreads throughout your body.
The tingling hot sensation is overwhelming as it settles onto the surface of your skin. It makes your head fuzzy and susceptible.
"Let me help you..." Miguel settles over you and grinds his hips against yours, pinning you against your bed. He's hard against you, thick cock perfectly outlined by the thin fabric of his suit that's barely acting as a barrier between you. Your ruined underwear is still shoved to the side as he ruts himself against your cunt.
"Doctor..." Your body is immediately on fire, reacting mindlessly to his touch. You mewl wordlessly, arching your back and pressing harder against him. You don't know what's happening to your body. All you know is that you need more. "Please." It's a broken plea that leaves your tired lips.
There's an unbearable heat between your legs, but his body prevents you from pressing your legs together and reducing the intense feeling. He squeezes your wrists as you squirm under him, huffing in lustful frustration.
He whispers something above your ear that your scrabbled mind can't decipher, "Suit, Code Zero, Confirm."
But it doesn't really matter what he said when his bare body is finally pressing against you. He doesn't even have to line himself up before his aching cock is rubbing against your dripping folds, tip bumping so softly, yet earth-shatteringly, against your clit. “You don’t have to beg anymore, baby, I’ve got you…”
You cry out when he notches his cock against your entrance. He presses in slowly, letting you feel how completely he stretches you out. Miguel bites back a smile when he feels your legs shake against his hips. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, mi vida?" His voice is nearly a growl with how it drips with darkness.
You nod, eyes blearily searching his, wondering when he'll finally bottom out. Miguel watches your eyebrows scrunch together as you struggle with the intense pressure of him pushing in.
Adorable.
He groans when his hips finally meet yours, filling you to the brim. He doesn't waste time before beginning to move against you, fucking his cock into you over and over until you're eyes are rolling to the back of your head.
He doesn't stay gentle for long, easily losing himself to the feeling of your perfect little pussy wrapped around him. You can hear the distinct sound of his hips smacking against your thighs complimented by his rhythmic sopping jabs as he fucks you baselessly into your mattress.
It's all so much that you don’t even notice the tears that run down the sides of your heated cheeks onto the pillow under your head.
But he does.
"Feels that good, hm?" He teases, "Such a weepy baby. Can't even take a good fucking without cryin'." A raspy groan vibrates against you when your cunt accidentally flutters around him, unable to hold back against the pleasure he's forcing into your body. "Tell me you need me, cariño."
"I--" You try to hold yourself back from the edge, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of playing your body so perfectly, but then he rolls against you so fluidly, hitting that explosive spot inside of you.
"Go on, baby." Miguel encourages, "Say. It." He punctuates each word with a stabbing thrust right where you need him.
"Mngg..." Your cunt tightens impossibly hard around him as white fills your vision. A grated moan is squeezed out of your throat as you reach nirvana, every ounce of energy pushed out in one final bout.
You don't mean to cum, you don't even want to, but you have no control over your body.
You go boneless as he continues to fuck you, harsh strokes against your weak body. "Mm, I’m gonna fill you up so good, cariño." Your body stiffens, quickly pulled out of your temporary state of euphoria from his words, "...Gonna fuck a baby into this pussy so you'll never leave me."
You try to shove yourself out of his hold, but his hold is too strong.
"W-wait, Dr. O--"
"It's Miguel." He growls out.
"Don't -- not inside --" Miguel ignores your pleas, letting go of one wrist to place his hand over your mouth. You can't do anything against his large body as he frantically ruts into you, taking everything he wants and more.
"You want this," He huffs. "You need me, baby. Need to be filled up and taken care of." He gives a few more hard, sloppy thrusts before shoving himself deep inside and painting your cunt with his cum.
#deaddovedecember2023#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o’hara#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o’hara smut#cw: somno#cw: somnophilia#cw: dub con#em's 123 celebration
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AFTER DARK / LEON KENNEDY
6.6k words
cw: stepsister! reader, re4r cop leon, pseudo-incest, noncon, dubcon, soft somnophilia, sleep paralysis, fingering, unprotected p-in-v, cunnilingus, choking, slight breeding, super slight anal, dumbification, shower scene, virginity, dead dove do not eat / minors dni
a/n: reqqy by lovely @xoxostarlet <3 tysm!! hope it lives up to ur expectations teehee.. also first time writing some of the content pls show mercy ack.. leon's rlly delulu here n he thinks he knows the solulu (he doesn't). thx for reading!!
After what happened to your father, mother would always warn you about the dangers that lurked in the shadows after dark. It was an archaic but relevant truth that girls shouldn’t be out and about once the sun set, as wolves prowled the streets for any unsuspecting sheep they could sink their fangs into. Especially for blossoming young ladies, who shone the brightest in the night, like stars in a lonely sky. So you took it upon yourself to return home before dinner, when the sun still hung high in the sky and you could see your feet in front of you. While your college mates partied till the crack of dawn, you took pride in returning home for a warm meal with your mother before sunset.
However, your efforts were for naught. All because your mother never told you about the dangers in your own home after dark.
Your sleeping issues began when your mother remarried. Two strangers moved into your childhood home one day, turning it from a quiet home into a rowdier one. Your stepfather, whose name was always on the tip of your tongue, had a son older than you. Leon– a name befitting the pride he carried and his commanding presence. He served in the Raccoon City Police Department, and beneath his police cap was a head of dirty blonde hair and a pair of strikingly cold blue eyes, like he had seen it all. A man in his late twenties, he possessed a slow temper and a mild demeanour. Though he had a bit of a mouth on him, especially when he missed breakfast.
Another thing you learnt about your br- stepbrother, was that he was quite a background character. Slipped in and out of the house without so much of a peep and returned when it was way past midnight. It was no wonder he had eyebags, you thought, since he crawled into bed at one or two. The two of you barely exchanged greetings, but it was always you who reached out first with a demure ‘good morning’ or ‘good night’ when you bumped into him in the hallways. Even then he’d barely grunt in acknowledgement.
It must have been awkward for him to have a little sister at this age, you often pondered. The feeling was mutual; you had never felt this awkward in your own home before. Your new family members were more like legal housemates, dozens of signed papers changed little about the fact that none of you were related by blood. This fact left an unpleasant taste in your mouth. However, your worries turned out to be for naught as your stepfather was deeply enamoured with your mother to look your way. And for your stepbrother… It was clear that he was avoiding you at all costs.
Things started to look up after an awkward encounter in the kitchen. That day you camped inside, determined to get your work done. Along with a heap of textbooks and research papers, you had a plate of sandwiches on the table. Your eyes fell on your paper and you tapped it with your pencil. You found yourself wondering about your relationship with your new sibling. Mama would be happy if you got along with him, but even she was having a hard time getting him to open up.
You prodded at the tiny fonts on the papers. Leon was almost a decade older… and really attractive. Totally your type, if only you weren’t bound by the same family name. You held your head in your hands and groaned outwardly. Oh boy, you were sure to be punished for your sinful thoughts. Like it or not, you were a Kennedy now. And that meant no room for entertaining nonsensical daydreams.
“I’m home,” a voice called out. Speak of the devil. You looked up as he shuffled into the kitchen, a single gloved hand making quick work of loosening his tie. His sky blue uniform hugged his wide chest whilst his sleeves clung desperately to his broad shoulders. Meanwhile his slacks… let’s just say his imprint could tempt even the most modest of church goers. The golden badge pinned at his breast glinted in as he sauntered past you.
The cop took you in from his peripheral. You sat cross legged on a chair in an oversized shirt, the hem of the baggy tee draped over your mid thighs. He narrowed his eyes. Where were your shorts? But he brushed away that thought when you cleared your throat.
You held out a sandwich, eyes struggling to meet his. In this moment you resembled a petrified hamster. “Um, welcome home. Want one?”
When he kept his silence, you showed him the insides between the slices of bread. “It’s just ham and cheese. You’re not allergic, are you?”
The blonde stared at you incredulously. What was with the nauseating domesticity of the situation? Leon exhaled a breath. He had half the mind to leave but your hopeful eyes demanded a response. Why were you so desperate to talk to him? He already felt bad for ignoring you during your random encounters, but now that you gave him no choice…
He raised his brows. You should be feeling as awkward as he was, if not more. He was a complete stranger who started legally living next door with only a thin wall to separate the two of you at night. But he forced a half-smile as he took your peace offering.
“Thanks,” he took a bite while you watched attentively. He held your gaze for an entire second before you shyly lowered your head. Were you expecting a compliment or something? Maybe you were more interesting than he’d thought.
Amused, he walked out of the kitchen whilst you watched owlishly. His footsteps thudded up the stairs and you exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You smiled to yourself, slumping in your seat. That went well. With your spirits boosted, you continued studying.
For your brother, he had a hard time coming to terms with his father’s remarriage. It had been years since the death of his mother, and he figured he’d more or less come to terms with her departure. As a child, he had long known his father would remarry, and now the time had finally come. However, now that he was an adult, he questioned his father’s decisions to remarry. Why now? He wished he knew. It would’ve been easier on Leon if his new siblings were little kids, in fact he expected it until he was faced with the reality of your existence.
You were pretty, really pretty and cute and all lovely things. Like an angelic cherub, a gift from the heavens that deserved nothing but love and joy. Unlike a brother like him, who often imagined what it’d be like to feel your lips against his. A brother that imagined what your touch felt, and if you’d be so kind to let him explore your body with wandering hands and an eager tongue.
He was sure to burn in the lake of fire for this. He acknowledged that but failed to curb his fantasies that he’d always circle back to whenever he caught a whiff of your shampoo in the hallways when you passed him. Or the lingering scent of your skincare in the bathroom when he returned home from work. And the faint humming he heard from his window in the mornings.
Maybe if he’d have a taste. Just once– maybe he could finally detach himself from you. Better yet, move out and you’d never have to see him again. (He never wanted to live with his old man and new family to begin with after all.) But he knew it was all a pipe dream; you’d never let him push his luck. Not when you were so clueless in his presence, wearing only oversized shirts and panties, as if he couldn’t catch a glimpse whenever you reached for a cup in the cupboards or when you pranced up the stairs. It was worrisome. Did you not see him as a man? Was he really just a brother figure to you? He was relieved but conflicted. If only you were much younger, then he wouldn't have to waste braincells foaming over this predicament.
A knock on his door yanked him out of his thoughts. He lifted his brows. There was only one person who bothered to knock in this household. The door creaked open to reveal you, standing at the doorway. In your hand was a plate with sandwiches piled onto one another, much like the one on the kitchen table. You scratched your ankle with a foot awkwardly.
“Erm,” you started. A sheepish grin settled on your face. “Peace offering?”
He managed a chuckle and prompted you into the room. You set the plate on the table as he patted your head fondly. You peered up at him with one eye as he mussed up your hair.
“There’s no beef between us, silly.” He smiled gently. You swallowed nervously and smiled back. Then you left as quickly as you came, a metaphorical tail between your legs as you hurriedly closed the door behind you.
Yup, he had to be mature. A mature older brother figure. He mused to himself as he sat on his bed, a sandwich in hand.
. . .
Overtime, your sleeping habits worsened. Despite your growing relationship with Leon, there was no improvement in your sleeping patterns. You still came home early and followed through with your usual bedtime routine. Nothing was amiss, but you still struggled to sleep properly.
Perhaps it had to do with how you constantly awoke at the sound of Leon’s boots thudding on the stairs. At the creaking of his door and the hushed volume he spoke in when he bumped into your parents in the hallway. Your heart always thumped at the thought of the blonde being one wall away from you. Months had passed and it was still awkward. A man was on the other side of a single wall. So you took matters into your own hands.
“Sleeping pills? What for?” Your mother peered at you curiously. Everyone, including your step family, sat in the living room watching the telly. Remote in hand, she was searching for a show when she stopped on a psychologist’s podcast.
Something about incestual relationships and how it was connected to trauma. Something something a cycle of brokenness. She switched it to a sports commentary instead.
“Um, recent stuff has disrupted my sleep a little.” It wasn’t a little and it wasn’t that recent, but you weren’t exactly lying. “I’ve tried candles and white noise, but it doesn’t help. So I was wondering if you could get me some.”
Your mother worked at a pharmacy, so it should have been easy enough. She scratched the bottom of her chin and scrunched her brows thoughtfully. Uh oh. You sighed knowingly as she shook her head.
“Pills should be a last resort. Try meditation, maybe.”
She returned her attention to the screen, and you shook your head in disappointment. As you begrudgingly scaled up the stairs, you were stopped by your step brother. He stood at the base of the stairs as he called out to you.
“Hey. I overheard about your sleeping problems. I have some extra pills I can share if you’d like.” He leaned against the railing, arms crossed.
His eyes were focused on yours, but when you hopped down the stairs, they shifted to the bouncing of your chest. You smiled as you stood at eye level with him, unknowing of this as you placed your arms behind your back.
“Really? That’ll be great help,” your relief was palpable in your tone. But then you raised a single eyebrow, “Um- but you’re not gonna tell mom, are you?”
He chuckled, “No way. It’s our little secret.”
You giggled and followed him into his room, where he passed you a little bottle, half full of pills. What you didn’t know was just how strong they were.
You clutched your comforter in your hand and swallowed nervously. The eye bags around your eyes had gotten worse lately, but not to worry. You glanced at the bottle on your bedside table. With these, everything would be fine. Right? Besides, it was comforting to know that somebody cared enough to help. And now your step brother was in on the secret with you.
As your lashes fluttered close, your bedroom door creaked open painfully slow. A pair of blue eyes watched you curiously as your consciousness faded.
Leon knew he was the worst. Knew he shouldn’t be here in his little sister’s room, shouldn’t be kneeling over her body, arms caging her unconscious body on either side. The mattress dipped further into the bedframe no thanks to his added weight. Under other circumstances, you would have awoken from the gentle bouncing if you weren’t so deep in sleep.
The tips of his silky blonde hair brushed against your cheeks as he hovered over your lips. Your chest rose slowly as you exhaled through slightly parted lips, tickling his face as he pressed a thumb on your bottom lip to part them further. You exhaled softly. Pretty. So soft and pink. His padded thumb stroked your lips as his mind wandered.
How oblivious could you be in your sleep? How much could he push?
As he ruminated over his options, you shifted in your sleep with a low groan. You murmured incoherently with a grip on your comforter. With a huff, you tried to pull it over your chest. When it refused to budge– thanks to the weight of his body– you groaned and pulled harder. As quietly as possible, he hopped off your bed and you yanked the comforter over you. A contented sigh of relief followed as you snuggled under the weight of your comforter.
Guilt sizzled his flesh and his face was hot with shame. What did he just try to pull? As a law abiding citizen and police officer, he shouldn’t be–
“...eon.” He stiffened at your sleep talk. His blue eyes shifted to your curled up form. Your face was mushed against your pillow, face scrunched up.
“Not there… Stop… Mmf,” you groaned as you buried your face deeper into your pillow. A steady snore ensued, and he almost burst out laughing at the absurdity of what he had just witnessed.
So it wasn’t just him. He was glad to know you shared the same sentiments as him. Be it small or large, a little shared sentiment was all he needed. Now he could dispose of the guilt eating him away for the past months. He slipped out of your room quietly, closing the door behind him as softly as when he entered.
The pills helped you get much needed sleep. In fact, you felt better than usual. You could focus better in class, your feet carried you further than usual, and besides the strange aching and marks on your body parts from time to time, you were feeling better than ever. You had to thank your step brother for it. Despite his presence being the reason for your sleep depravity, the pills he gave you worked wonders. Soon you would run out, and that meant you'd have to ask him for more. You considered taking some tonight, but you had a long day at school and the exhaustion led you to crawl into bed without reaching for the familiar bottle on your bedside.
Things were going swimmingly with your new family. And sure, even though you were still coming to terms with the eye candy on the other side of the wall– and how you had to calm your heart when you stood in the same room– everything was just peachy. Your lashes fluttered close as a smile settled on your face. Your heart was full, and there was nothing you could wish for to be happier.
Creaking floorboards prompted you to crack open your eyes. Your vision swirled in the darkness and you saw a silhouette of a man. Broad shoulders, big arms… Wait, was that Leon? You tried to speak, but your body was paralysed with exhaustion. Something about how he was steadily approaching you was odd. And wait– why was he in your room? What time was it even?
It was night, you knew that from the moonlight’s hues that your room was bathed in. But how long did you sleep? It felt like you had only closed your eyes for a mere second. Your step brother stopped at the foot of your bed, and through your hazy vision, you stared at him.
The cop’s pupils dilated in the darkness, enough to see your unmoving form on bed. But he failed to notice your half lidded gaze. He sat on the edge of your bed, facing you as he stared. Stared at you for a long, quiet minute. There were no words to describe the awkward tension hanging in the air, a thick cloud that threatened to suffocate you as you inhaled shallowly.
He got up and you managed a quiet exhale. He was going to leave you in peace. That’s what you thought, but when he sidled up closer as your comforter crumpled under him, you held your breath. Now you really had to play dead, hoping that he’d leave the moment he made sure you were really asleep. Just like when in the face of a bear, except unlike one, he was intent to follow through with his plans.
The cop’s hand traced over the outline of your figure, snaking down from your shoulder to the dip in your side, and eventually resting atop of your hip. You prayed that he would neither feel your body trembling nor hear the shaky breaths racking your frame. His hand pulled over the comforter, and cold air swept across your body. A thin sheen of sweat had formed on the back of your neck, and the pillow felt wet under your head.
Your body remained unresponsive as his deft fingers traced the swell of your chest through your tee. A whimper threatened to escape your throat as he stroked the soft curves of your breasts. His thumb found your nipple and he stroked it languidly. He chuckled softly, almost fondly, as it hardened from his ministrations. The lump in your throat grew with each second as he fiddled with your body.
Strangely enough you felt nothing. No fear or anger for him. Your mind was blank, struggling to process the implications of his actions. However your body was honest, and your nipple hardened painfully from each flick and twist he teased it with.
Then you could finally move. But as if you were possessed, your body twitched and one leg kicked out by reflex. It nailed him in the side, and he cursed quietly at your outburst. He stared expectantly, waiting for you to scream for help. But no sound escaped you, and you remained motionless in bed once again. He chalked it up to you freaking out in a dream, and he retreated after carefully covering you with your comforter. You watched with fully lidded eyes as he closed the door behind him. When it shut, you inhaled a painful gulp of air.
. . .
You couldn’t sleep properly again after that night. It didn’t take long for you to connect the dots and figure out the blonde was probably paying you visits after dark, which perfectly explained the uncharacteristic body aches and marks you’d find the next day. The fear of your brother entering your room again and staring at you in the dark compelled you to flush the remaining pills down the toilet. He caught you tossing the bottle away and when confronted about it, you forced out a lie. Lying was always a last resort because it made you feel filthy. And now your childhood home– your safe place– was tainted too.
Mother deserved to know the truth about her husband’s son. But she was happy with her new family, especially pleased that things were going well between her two children. You lacked the heart to break the news to her. She was finally happy after grieving over her loss. So you ran away from home, leaving behind everything except your school materials and some clothes. With a note for your mom, you left your family behind.
A silly note that was detached from reality. Something about how you wanted to chase your dreams like everybody else. That you were sorry for abandoning her. Pitiful lies, but you hoped your mother cared enough to let you do as you wished. And she did despite her concerns.
An entire month passed in a flash. Bunking in with a friend of yours, you took on a part time job to sustain you. Life was easier when you weren’t juggling work, school and the fear of being found by your family. You had everyone blocked on your phone the moment you ran away, and you managed to evade the police car waiting outside campus everyday. Until one unfortunate night.
Working at a bar meant two things. One: you reeked of deathly concoctions from booze. The smell emanating from you was enough to knock out even the hardiest of drinkers. And two: travelling alone after dark. You still held your mother’s words close to your heart, but if it weren’t for your cursed step brother you wouldn’t have to traverse dark streets in the quiet of night. Your friend’s neighbourhood was far from the bus stop on the main road, so you had to grope in the dark for at least ten minutes before reaching their place. If only you had a bike, or something. A worthy investment you could use right now.
Tires screeched behind you and you whipped around to see a car rapidly approaching. A pair of lights blinded you and you shielded your eyes with your arms before the car halted to a stop. The heavy slam of a door encouraged you to pry your eyes open, vision twinkling with coloured orbs as you tried to focus on the approaching figure.
“I’ve been looking all over for you–” your blood curdled at the sound of a low voice. The sound of your step brother’s voice. “–I was worried sick.”
It felt like cotton was shoved down your throat and you swallowed painfully. When your vision cleared, you made out a man in a familiar blue uniform. Blonde hair and a pair of piercingly cold blue eyes. It was certainly Leon– and your bottom lip trembled.
Your brother’s eyes were wide like yours, but while anger blazed in his eyes, yours were wide with fear and anticipation. It was clear you were going to go home. With your stepbrother. The thought lit your body with a feverish heat, and you willed your feet to move– to run and escape even if it was futile. But your feet disobeyed and you stood frozen like a stone statue. The man stood sickeningly close, hands clutching either side of your arms.
He was in your face, warm breath fanning your sweat drenched face. His thick brows knitted as he frowned. “Why’d you run away? Mom may have bought your story, but I didn’t.”
So he wanted to know the truth? You maintained your silence with pursed lips. With your face illuminated by the light from his police car, he scrutinised your features. You looked like hell, with deeply set eyebags and a sickly complexion. Goodness, what has happened to you the past month? And why did you look so frightened of him? The blonde wasn’t stupid, he could piece things faster than most. He had long suspected you found him out, that you somehow knew about his nightly visits, or maybe he was right about your suspicions and you were awake that night.
But he had to hear it from you yourself. Why? Because he never succeeded in throwing away that guilt he claimed he would. It had festered like a flesh wound, and his innocent memories with you served as maggots that ate him away as he fought against his carnal desires and his growing affection for you. He knew it was all his fault– he started this mess and maybe your open disapproval would finally put an end to his twisted desires.
So he needed you to tell him off. To scream and shout, let it all out in his face. Leon was selfish, he wanted you to get mad at him. He clenched his jaw and shook you. The force rattled your entire figure and you bit back a sob. He practically repelled back, like oil on water, the moment fat tears rolled down your cheeks.
You buried your face in your hands and he watched in horror. An uncomfortable itch ran down his side– he didn’t know what to do. Endlessly bawling on the streets would not resolve anything. So he yanked you into the passenger seat of the car and drove off.
He parked the car on the side of a quiet road, hands on the steering wheel as he gazed at you from his peripheral. The engine was on, a quiet whirr as the aircon nipped at your tear stained face. You shook like a newborn fawn, and you hung your head and faced your body towards the door. He couldn’t read your facial expression, but it was clear that you wanted out. If only the doors weren’t locked, huh?
Leon drummed his fingers on the wheel. A rhythmic beat that led to nowhere, a consistent tempo that was interrupted by a sneeze or so from you. He planned to bring you home, but maybe the next day, when you were in a better state. So he drove and drove until he found a roadside motel in the middle of nowhere. Perfect for the two of you to work things out. He ordered you to wait in the car as he filled out the paperwork, and after securing a room, he escorted you into your lodging for the night.
Besides practically manhandling you into the place, he was gentle as he stripped you of your clothes. You let him because your head was too muddled with exhaustion to retaliate. Even when his eyes hovered over your naked body, you paid no mind to it. The two of you stood in the shower, underneath a steady stream of warm water. The blonde’s arms wrapped around your waist, face buried in the space between your neck and the curve of your collarbone. He pressed a tender kiss onto your skin, and he gently tilted your head for more excess. Leon’s canines dragged across your flushed skin in an open mouthed kiss, his hand snaked down your navel and-
You snapped out of your daze and pushed him off you. Your feet splashed water onto the walls as your back hit the corner of the shower. Hair was matted against your face as your chest heaved. Vapour swirled in the small cubicle, twirling around the both of you as water pattered onto the bathroom tiles. With your arms wrapped around your body, you squeezed yourself into the corner– hoping to disappear.
You remembered who you were, where you were, and who it was that stood across you. The reason why you had trouble sleeping, and the reason why you ran away from home. Like a kicked puppy, you stared wearily at your nightmare incarnate. Your step brother, who you should be in neither a shower nor motel with. Far from home and far from anyone who would save you.
“You’re scared-” he whispered the obvious. You flinched as he took a step forward. There was a curious brokenness in his tone, like he was hurting as much as you were. “I get it, really. But there’s something you should know.”
His slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, a bruising grip as he forcefully placed your hand onto his muscular chest. An irregular rhythm thumped behind its confines, pulsing against your soaked fingertips. You met his eyes, which carried an uncharacteristic warmth behind them.
“I’m scared too.”
Leon wasn’t lying, he was truly afraid. Afraid that you would run away again and leave him behind. It took him an entire month to finally find you, he risked his job stationing his department’s car on campus everyday just for you. His job meant little to him compared to you, whom he’d grown to desperately care for. Even with his twisted desires, he didn’t want you to be afraid of him. Not like this, at least.
He closed the distance slowly, and you shut your eyes as a pair of lips slotted againsts yours. His lips glided against yours, lubricated from the stream descending upon you two. His hand found purchase on your waist and he pulled you closer, and you shivered– despite the nauseating warmth in the shower– when he ghosted his fingers on the small of your back. Your legs wobbled, weak from his melting kisses and searing touch, and you placed your hands on his chest for stability.
The fight in your body sizzled away, conjoining with the droplets that cascaded down the tips of your hair to fall onto the tiles. They slithered into the drain, never to return. Your lips swelled with anticipation as he smothered you with kiss after kiss, and your cheeks tingled with warmth from the lack of air when your tongues danced in an unruly tango. He was taking your breath away, and your fingers dug into his chest, nails branding red crescents into the flesh of his pecs.
When you broke away for air, strings of saliva hung from your lips to his. His gaze mirrored yours; pupils dilated and clouded with need. His hand dipped south, padded fingers dragging down your navel again when you clutched his wrist. He knitted his brows, confused.
“We shouldn’t do this…” you rasped, uncertainty laced in your voice. “We’re siblings.”
With a weak push, you tried to push his hand away. But he snatched your wrists and pinned them above your head as you gasped. In your tunnel vision, all you could see was the lopsided smirk on his handsome face.
“Siblings?” You jumped when he spread your folds with his digits. His thumb found your clit and he prodded at it with a blunt nail. “We may be siblings on paper, but we both know that we share no blood.”
Leon was right, in reality you were just a woman and he was a man. Strangers who shared nothing but a legal last name. A digit pressed against your tight entrance, and he watched you with a hooded gaze as he slowly slid it in. Your lips parted in a shaky exhale, lashes fluttering and brows knitted. The stretch was intruding, and he had only the first segment of his finger in when you whimpered painfully. He massaged your pearl with his thumb and shushed you with his lips. He soothed the bundle of your nerves in a circular motion as he pushed his finger further into you. Your entire body trembled when he added another finger.
You were falling apart before him, and he was enjoying every second of it. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip as he watched your expression contort whilst he scissored and fondled your insides with his digits. Your knees were bowed, thighs trembling like a newborn lamb. You bit your lip to quieten your moans. Leon knew how to use his fingers better than you did, and the loud squelching of your wetness was proof of his expertise.
A familiar ache throbbed in you, and you squirmed against his hold while arching your back. Your stepbrother chuckled lowly, hints of pearly white showing as he smiled.
“See? Even if we were actually siblings, your body would still beg for me to make you cum. Just like this.”
His thumb applied just the right amount of pressure onto your clit and you squealed with pleasure. Your thighs pressed together, squeezing the hand between them as your walls fluttered around him. The man released your wrists so that you could cling onto him as you came hard, face buried in his chest as your body jolted against his. When you calmed down, he retrieved his fingers, eliciting a whine from the new emptiness.. He showed you his hand, where an embarrassing amount of cum dribbled down his fingers and knuckles.
“Say ‘ahh’,” he ordered, fingers hovering above your lips. You could smell it before you tasted it; a salty scent clung to your translucent fluid dripping down his appendages. Lips parted, you took his fingers in and suckled on them. With your eyes fixated on him, you blushed from his hum of approval.
“Good girl. C’mon,” he withdrew his fingers and you stared blankly. “Turn around and spread that ass for me.”
You did as you were told, leaning forward and placing a hand on the wall. With condensation smushed against that palm, you used your other hand to hold one cheek to spread yourself open. He swallowed thickly as he pumped himself weakly. His length stood at full height, curving upwards with all his veins popping angrily. His balls throbbed from the sight. You knew how to rile him up without even trying.
Leon’s fingers rested on your puckered hole, making you shiver. You cast him a glance over your shoulder, a begging look– did you not want it there? Shame, maybe next time. You audibly sighed when he lined himself up against your sticky slit, and you placed both hands on the wall to steady yourself, standing on tippy toes as he slowly sheathed himself into you. He drove himself into you slowly, and you unconsciously bent your knees as you were pushed forward.
A low moan filled the bathroom whilst Leon hissed as he clutched your waist. Something trickled down his length and gathered at his base. Something red. A small blob fell and landed on the wet floor before being swept away. He raised his brows.
“Fuck- I���m your first?” He laughed in disbelief as the thin streak of blood split into two. Another droplet fell and you looked down at the tiles too, head still cottony to process anything.
“Don’t worry,” he took your arms and pulled them back. As the blonde forcefully arched your back, he leaned in and smirked against your ear. “Your step bro will show you the ropes in pleasing a man.”
Leon thrusted into you and you gasped from the fullness. Your belly swelled from the depth of his intrusion, and you whimpered as he pounded into you at a steady yet unforgiving pace. His pelvis smashed against your plush rear, and you moaned from the incessant slapping of his balls against your puffy lips. Your eyes were almost lidded, a string of drool snaked down your chin as your insides stroked his dick with a vice grip.
You couldn’t think of anything but the intoxicating fullness within you. Feeling it all was overwhelming; the ridges of his cock, his throbbing veins as they rubbed against your gumminess, and the hot tip of his cock as it kissed your cervix. Your eyes rolled back when he jammed into a particular spot. This was surely heaven– and you mewled against his hold, upper body squirming.
The blonde clenched his jaw, eyes hyper fixated on the pretty jiggle of your ass. He was so close, just a bit more and he’d pour everything out into you. You milked him better than any woman did, and the urge to empty all his worth into you clouded his head despite the blaring of sirens in his cotton filled head. With a grunt, he wrapped his arm around your neck in a chokehold, pulling you back towards him. His chest was flushed against your back as you arched deliciously, the bottom of your spine throbbed in protest as he snapped his hips harder. Gurgled moans were choked out from you as he pistoned into you with the reckless desire to breed.
“‘M gunna cum. Hff- Say you need it. Tell me you want it..!” He babbled as his forearm contracted, tightening his hold on your delicate neck. You feebly clawed at it, broken noises fell from your lips whilst your lips faded from pink blue. When he finally came, he pressed his pelvis flushed against your ass as you leaned into the bathroom wall.
He slathered you with thick ropes of cum, and you whimpered at the strange warmth flooding you. When he pulled out, his cock hung limply between his legs as a streak of white oozed out of you. A bead of cum oozed on his tip, and you weakly clutched the wall with shivering hands.
Your laboured breaths were muted noises in the presence of the incessant hissing of the shower. He turned the damn thing off and after toweling the both of you dry, he led you to bed. Goosebumps crawled along your skin from the cold air, but the warmth from his body pressing you into the mattress comforted you. His arms caged you in on either side while your hands wandered along his muscular chest. Scars littered across body, and each time your fingers traced them, he’d flinch. Your nails ghosted over an aged bullet wound when he pulled away from your face. More strings bridged your lips together.
“So pretty,” he muttered. He nuzzled his face into your chest, voice rumbling against your skin. “All mine.”
“Yeah,” you carded your fingers through his damp hair. Your lashes fluttered sleepily, the strange warmth within you growing as you smiled.
“All yours.”
(BONUS)
“I’m so glad Leon found you.” Mom’s voice echoed in the motel room. It was a voicemail, and if it were a live call, you wouldn’t have your trembling legs over your step brother's broad shoulders. Well, you wouldn’t but he would.
“I was worried sick, my dear. When you return today, I’ll have your favourite meal waiting on the table. Like before-”
You bit the back of your hand, hard enough to draw blood as your toes curled. Your other hand was in the sea of his tousled blonde tresses, fingers gripping his locks as you ground yourself against his face. The tip of his nose bumped against your swollen clit, eliciting a muffled whine.
“Leon,” you panted against your hand, lashes fluttering. “Stop teasing and just put it in already!”
Your thighs squeezed his head together, and he clamped his hands on them to pry your legs further open. The blonde buried his tongue deeper into your weeping cunt, languidly swirling his and your essence together into one. A cry rang in the motel room as your mother’s voice was overlaid by the static buzzing in your ears and his voice.
“Patience is a virtue. Didn’t your mom teach you that?” He chuckled as your thighs twitched in his grasp. He licked a teasing stripe against your slit.
“Don’t bring mom into this,” you frowned, but another lick elicited another squeal. The familiar haze in your head was waiting to consume you, and you let yourself fall victim to it as you gripped his hair again.
When he pulled away, you whimpered pathetically and gazed at him through heavy lashes. Your eyes were clouded with need, and he stroked your cheek with his knuckles with an amused chuckle. He kissed you– and you tasted your stickiness while soothing his swollen lips with your tongue.
“-Anyway, I’ll see you later. I’m so happy you’re finally coming home. See you tonight!” The voice call ended with a beep and you breathed a huge sigh of relief. Your eyes fluttered close, when the mattress dipped as he pushed you onto your back. You opened them blearily to meet his blue eyes, where desire and passion swirled deeply.
“Feeling sleepy? Don’t fall asleep on me now… Cause your step bro is gonna take good care of you.”
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AHHHH omg pls tell me u see the vision with corrupt cop mingyu and neighbor nice girl who’s super sweet !! she’s innocent but not stupid and mingyu likes that but she just pays him no mind
CW: NONCON, DRUGGING AND SOMNOPHILIA.
first, this 98% background story and 2% smut, literally, more of mingyu just being fucking sick in the head than anything but i really liked writing this so, and second, kinda fuck the police i guess-
the hot, older, seemingly normal cop next door that gets interested in you since the day he knocked on your door to introduce himself and offer you his number because “you’re so young… and alone too, it can be dangerous around here” clearly flirting and you simply nodded, gave him the biggest smile, a “thank you” and closed the door on his face.
you’re so sweet and nice and clearly such a good girl, so pretty too, he does everything to try and get your attention and yet nothing but smiles and few conversations from you. but he knows you’re not stupid and thinks you’re playing hard to get, convinces himself you looked at him differently once, and that just drive drives him further into his obsession with you and that’s where his not so normal side comes out.
listen, i don’t think he will ever admit out loud that he’s stalking you but that definitely what he does. he is a cop and that comes with certain benefits, he’s just using those to get closer to you. totally the type to find out where you work and ask his superiors to have his route reallocated to the area so he can spend all his day looking out for you. discovers your favorite cafe close by and starts casually ordering there too, acting all surprised when he hears your voice calling him, starts offering to take you to places and is quickly to brush it off when you say you can’t disturb his job, claiming it’s a “slow day, nothing really happening”.
you get what i’m saying here? he’s the type to use his job as a way to slowly insert himself into your life, your personal space, and it totally escalates to more extreme things. i can see him starting to find ways to scary you, to make you need him and his help, sending you creepy texts from random numbers through the day, pictures of yourself, even finding ways to break into your house in the middle of the night, making noises to wake you up or leaving things for you to find. his chest gets filled with such a sick satisfaction when you finally call him one night in tears and whispering, asking for help because there’s someone in your house and of course he is there in a minute, gun in hand and everything. so nice he is, taking your shaking body in his arms and reassuring you you’re safe, he won’t let anything happen to you. and of course, of course he asks you if you want to sleep in his house that night, or how many nights you want obviously, if that would make you feel safe, kissing your forehead so gently when you look up with teary eyes and nods.
he wraps you in a blanket, makes you tea, insists you take his bed, he won’t mind sleeping in the couch. listens carefully to everything you have to say about the things that are happening and wipes your tears when you cry, reads the texts you received as if he wasn’t the one who wrote every single one, looks at the pictures… promising he will make everything on his reach to find out whoever this person is, you can trust him.
and honestly i don’t care that this is too cliche or whatever, he would put something on your tea. like, i think that at this point he would be so desperate to have you, he doesn’t care anymore, just the sound of you crying and saying you needed his help, feeling your shaky form against his body, all of that was enough to make him hard, to think he wouldn’t try to touch you would be nonsense. so yes, he does puts something on your tea, enough to not have you opening your pretty eyes for hours, and stands for a few moments at the bedroom door watching you sleep, loving smile on his lips seeing you so relaxed in his bed, cuddling one of his pillows.
walks closer, as if you could wake at any giving moment, and sits by your side, brushing hair out of your face, leaning down to kiss your cheek and corner of your lips, breathing into your smell… he’s such a creep, for christ’s sake. runs a hand up and down your arm while the other palms his cock through his sweatpants, quick to pull your top up to get a good view of your tits, not holding back on grabbing one, yes, he should be careful, not leave marks, but he waited for so long for this, jerked off under the shower so many times thinking about you… speaking of jerking off, starts pumping himself by instinct, too lost on feeling your body. would try to resist but end up parting your legs and licking his fingers to toy with your pussy, groaning a bit too loud upon feeling your little clit and how tight you are, not properly wet, barely taking the tip of his index finger— but it’s okay, he will have time to make you wet for him in the future and fuck you nicely. spills all over his hand between groans and whispering things such as “you’re going to be mine, uhm? you’re meant to be” and “going to make you my pretty little wife, come home every day to you waiting for me here”
sigh… totally normal man who just wants a little wife.
#asks#seventeen smut#mingyu smut#mingyu x reader#seventeen x reader#kim mingyu smut#cw: noncon#cw: drugging#cw: somnophilia
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18+ mdni, fem!reader // cw: somnophilia, non-con, incubus!bakugou, slightly angsty
there is an incubus inside your home.
he is a male, yes, but not the kind you’ve ever encountered before. he may look human at first glance, with his ash blonde hair, lopsided smile and smooth, creamy skin that even possesses the ability to turn pink at the cheekbones, but he is far from it.
and every single night when sleep overtakes you, he proves it by finding his way back inside; slipping right past your locked front door without any sort of key whatsoever.
he is quiet as he does it, mindful not to wake you. curious but still warily observant of his surroundings. he walks from room to room as silent as the grave he’ll never be put into, and touches your belongings like they are his own despite that he doesn’t have any.
he picks up your framed pictures and stares at them for so long that he can now vividly distinguish the resemblance you share with your mother and father. holds your clothes and brings them closer to his nose until his lungs are full to the brim with your sweet scent and his throat feels like it's coated with honey. takes the spoon you’ve used to eat ice cream with a mere hour ago, and pretends that he can still taste the remnants of your spit as he puts it into his own mouth.
all of it is done as a means to learn more about your kind. about you. even if he already knows about what – to him – should be the most important part there is to learn about you.
even then.
after all, he has been here before; countless of times, actually. he already knows how you sometimes whimper in your sleep and unconsciously snuggle closer to the warmth he provides when you should be running far away from it, as far as your feet can carry you. knows that your body begins to sweat if you’re too close to him for too long; making him undress you completely as a result, his fingers nimble at undoing the buttons of your pyjama shirt just so you can stand a chance at beating the heat that otherwise sizzles on his skin. knows that you preen at his touch, even if you can’t comprehend it in your sleeping state.
and he also knows how your heart beats faster as he undresses himself and proceeds to ravage you, then; that it hammers so quick, quick, quick, even if you can’t possibly know that he does it. knows that you tend to clench around his fingers first, and then around his cock when he sinks it particularly deep inside of you, repeatedly nudging that gooey, special spot that would have made you fucking scream otherwise, if he had just kept the power that keeps you dormant and unconscious sealed within him.
but instead of a scream of passion and the frantic scratching of your nails against his back, nothing but his breathless grunts and the lewd squelching noises resonate throughout the room. just like they always do.
you continue to sleep like so many before you, and he continues to feel lonely even if he’s not alone. the thin silvery strings of your release cling to him when he draws his hips back; not because you want them to, but because it is your body’s instinct to do so.
and as the sky turns even darker than it was before, the pale moonlight seeping inside your bedroom and making the shadows dance all over your walls, he continues to lay right there beside you; stroking and exploring your body with his too-hot palms, with his near-scorching mouth. branding your body with markings that will disappear at the break of dawn just like he will. every single time.
because just like with the markings, you have no clue that he was there either; you can’t possibly know. after all, the bewitching demon with the eyes in the shade of rich blood makes sure of it by covering his tracks exceptionally well. makes sure to not leave a single trace behind, despite tracing your stomach and sides with his calloused fingers all the time.
no, as far as you’re concerned, you just wake up tired every morning.
however, it’s a different kind of tiredness, you can’t possibly describe it with words and give it enough justice. no, this one is deeper; it reaches as deep as where the marrow of your bones lies. it is harsher than the one you sometimes experience after a particularly long shift at work, and it is immensely more profound than the kind that strikes you after you’ve socialized with people too much. stronger than the temporary remnants of fatigue a seasonal illness sometimes leaves you with, and the bored mental weariness a mundane routine may bring.
and to be honest, it is worrisome. every day, it feels like your very essence has been drained out of you just a little more, but your rational thinking and human eyes – blind to everything that can be considered unfathomable and otherworldly – never manage to make the connection. of course they don't. you just think that you’ve caught a cold.
and katsuki, that is his name, sees the change but he doesn’t stop. he can’t stop, even if he wants to. it is in his nature to be greedy when something perfect comes along the way, greedier than most of his kind tend to be. so despite being a creature of the night, he not only continues to disturb your peace during the late hours, but also starts to follow you around in broad daylight as well.
he’s been completely lust-struck by you, so he’s everywhere. strictly invisible, but still everywhere – quite literally. he follows you to your lessons, joins you when you go out to meet up with your friends. he stands in line with you when you go to pick up your order at the local cafe that’s always way too busy for his liking, but which you prefer nonetheless, and sits in the empty chair next to you at the too-warm laundromat as you wait for the washing machine to beep.
he lingers nearby as you read your silly little books in the library instead of studying for your exams. keeps you out of harm’s way even though you don’t even suspect the harm is there. lounges right by your side, with his arm draped over the backrest of your couch when you stay at home and feel bad about watching a romance film completely alone – oh, the irony.
he watches you eat. shower. sleep.
every step of the way, he’s there. this new, somewhat possessive infatuation he’s grown for you turns him incapable of leaving you. you’re just so soft, kind, caring, warm, giving – human. you feed him so well. make him feel human to some extent, too. and with each passing day – not night, heavens no – he starts to care.
and yes, his blood runs hot through his heart, sure, but it’s nothing compared to yours. he’s an ancient creature; has been around for several millennia and has grown dull and cold on the inside over that time, but you’re the first one who can make him feel something other than the lust he needs to survive, as well as who can spark a wildfire within him of a different kind.
somehow, without him ever realizing it, you’ve become his powerhouse, his only one. he repeatedly feasts on you because of it – almost swallows you whole every other night just to feel that raw force of your heart course his veins again, and again, and again. until he becomes soft, and kind, and caring, and warm, and giving, too. until he becomes you.
and for fuck’s sake, it’s not right; he knows that all too well, too. you grow weaker by the day, and he’s aware of the fact that taking so much from you is dangerous, but what can he do? katsuki had never been a righteous man. had never even been a man at all. but he wants to be one now. he craves it so desperately; even enough to hurt you along the way if that is what it takes.
so the devil himself walks with you side by side. every day, every night.
if only he could show himself to you and hold your hand as a sign of solace.
#cw: somnophilia#cw: noncon#bakugo smut#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugou#bakugou smut#bakugou x reader#bnha smut#mha smut#biscuit drabbles
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bear!jennie and noncon omg… i need that
CW: NONCON, SOMNOPHILIA, g!p reader
obsessed with the idea of virgin bear!jennie, a bit naïve, and that you’re trying so hard to hold back from fucking, letting things go on her pace. she loves when you finger her, let you taught her how to give you a perfect hand and blowjob and loves to suck your tits so much, but to actually take your cock? it’s too much for her, she’s a small girl, cries when you add a third finger! your cock is too big, she’s scared :(
and she was so skittish when you rescued her from the shelter and took so long to get to where you two are… so you couldn’t risk taking a wrong step and ruining things, right? but it’s so hard to hold back when her hibernation time comes :( coming home everyday from work to find the bear girl asleep in your bed was cute at first, hearing her cute sleepy whimpers and seeing the way she cuddles with your pillow, but it soon turned to torture as you began to notice other things, like sometimes she would moan or the pillow would be between her legs, and the worse, when she would sleep only in panties and a big shirt or short nightgown and it always ended riled up.
coming home one day and it’s the last straw, seeing her laying on her belly, shirt up completely up and exposing her ass for anyone to see. you resisted for so long and seeing her like that instantly got you hard, there’s nothing else you could do! you think about touching yourself and coming in her ass only at first but being behind her, seeing her so helpless… you’re soon yanking her panties down, fingers finding her folds because you’re not that bad, you know she definitely needs so prep, spreading her puffy cunt, scissoring motions to stretch her until you can fit a third finger while playing with her ass, massaging and giving light spanks :( no hint of waking up, she only moves a bit when your cock enters her.
so tight around you but so nice, you can’t believe you went for so long without it. brushing her hair away from her face and kissing her cheeks and neck, muttering “mommy is so sorry, baby” against her skin at every trust :( you do lose patience tho, going harder and harder until she finally wakes up, whiny and confused about all the movement. takes a moment for her to realize what’s happening but when she does, arms moving around, trying to push you away, whining “mommy, why you doing that?” and “stop, it hurts” between a few broken moans and sniffs and it’s so messed up but also hot :( and she’s so wet, noises filling the room, all you think about it is making her cum and coming inside her.
tight grip on her waist so she has her ass up, going fast and hearing her sweet sounds, reaching for clit, until you feel the way she clenches so badly around you and as a chain reaction, you fill her up :( she’s still so sleepy, can’t even turn around to look at you, only if nodding and whining when you finger the cum back inside her hole and pull her panties up, kissing her pouty lips and telling her to “go back to sleep princess, i’ll be here when you wake up”
bonus if when she wakes up she doesn’t remember a thing, only flashes that she think were from a very, very realistic dream, head still dizzy with sleep, wincing when she moves and realizes there’s something wrong with her body, so sore, and her hole is aching and sticky. mentioning that to you and being embarrassed that she woke up horny, dripping wet even, and you’re so good at pretending surprise but saying it’s okay, you can help! fingering her but she keeps saying her hole is still aching — guess you were a little too harsh with her — so you suggest that maybe it’s time for her to take your cock :( that maybe it’s what her body is trying to tell her, that she needs to be filled. her reluctantly accepting, letting you guide her and being so surprised when you easily slide inside her, like her hole was made for you :( who could’ve imagined it, right? haha, almost like you had already carved a space inside her without her knowing haha
cockwarming with bear nini during hibernation :( her all cozy and sleepy while clenching around you and always waking up filled with cum :(
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Confession: I so desperately want Astarion to start feeding on me and fucking me in my sleep, not caring if he wakes me up. I want him to take so much blood I faint during and keep fucking me till it wakes me again, then overstimulate me till I pass out for the night. And then keep going till he's done with me. Just fucking. Use Me as he pleases.
#astarion#astarion ancunin#bg3 astarion#bg3#baldur's gate#baldur's gate 3#dirty confessions#cw: somnophilia#cw: blood
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I am blaming you for the brain rot @badhedonist, please enjoy💜
BadHedonist's Nick x Noah HC
Say My Name
Nick x Noah
CW: light voyeurism, Somnophilia (individual becomes sexually aroused by someone who is unconscious) , Acousticophilia - (being sexually aroused by sound/ noises, moans, music etc), m masturbation, Noah being first sour then sweet 👀
*in this fictitious situation all consent has been pre-negotiated.
**if these are your kinks, please talk to your partner before trying them- consent is key
*** this is an rpf, if it's not your thing, don't yuck someone else's yum, please scroll on.
Noah finds Nicholas sound asleep in his bed. The corners of his lips curl in a smirk as he watches Nicholas’s bare chest rise and fall. Noah thinks it's cute the way Nicholas hugs the pillow to his side. Noah fishes the earbuds from his pockets before padding silently into the room.
Noah freezes when Nick stirs, but soon he is snoring softly. Noah slowly releases the breath he was holding before leaning over his friend to gently pop an ear bud in his ear.
Noah's heart pounds in his ears as he waits for Nick to wake but he doesn't. Noah leans against the wall as he slides his phone from his pocket. He finds the voice memo he made only hours prior of him jerking off. He makes sure the volume is low when he presses play.
The moan Nick makes shoots straight to Noah's dick. Noah’s hands fist at his side as he watches his best friend softly rut against the pillow.
“N-n,” Nick’s soft moan turns into a snore as his movements sputter out. Hungry to pull more beautiful noises from his best friend, Noah increases the volume just a bit. Nick grunts and his shoulders tense as he holds the pillow tighter. Noah pops in the other earbud and it's like deja vu or maybe its inception. The moans in his ear, his moans- turn him on just as much as his friend. Noah spits on his hand before stroking himself, matching Nick’s thrusts against his pillow. Noah’s head rolls back against the wall with a thud as he shuts his eyes, focusing on the noises coming from Nick’s mouth. He turns up the volume once again and Nick starts to whimper. Noah clenches his jaw tight as the pleasure begins to coil in his core.
“Noa-” Nick’s raspy groan is Noah’s demise. “Fuck,” Noah hisses as precum slicks his hand. When he finally opens his eyes, he finds his best friend’s hair a mess and his body starting to tremble.
It’s now or never.
Noah pushes himself off the wall and rips the covers off of Nick. To Noah’s surprise, Nick doesn’t stir, bless his heavy sleep patterns. Noah caresses his friend’s cheek before pulling the earbud from his ear and pocketing it. Noah grips the headboard and leans over Nick, slowly stroking the precum over his erect cock. A deep moan shudders through him uninhibited. It’s then he finally hears it.
“Noah”
With white knuckles, his rhythm sputters in time with Nick’s as his cum splashes onto his friend’s back. Grunting, he works himself from the aftershock as Nick’s body stills, his breath slowing back to snoring.
Noah internally shakes himself and pulls his shirt off to carefully clean up his mess. After discarding the shirt on the floor, he climbs into bed with Nick, kissing his best friend’s shoulder before wrapping his arm around his waist to pull him closer. Breathing in Nick’s scent and body heat, Noah finds sleep easy.
#bad omens head canon#nick x noah#noah sebastian headcanons#nicholas ruffilo headcanon#bad omens hc#nick x noah smut#noah sebastian fic#nicholas ruffilo fic#one shot#bad omens one shot#cw: consensual voyeurism#cw: acousticophila#cw: Somnophilia#cw: Acousticophilia
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All I want for Christmas is Miguel’s dick!
explicit (18+)
you asked santa for miguel this year and woke up to him fucking you under the christmas tree, cock shoved deep inside, stretching you to your limit.
ornaments were scattered everywhere, some shattered + others rolling away, and the tree was a mess by the time you were done :3
he was merely wrapped in a ribbon, the bow stretched over his chest, as he held you close and fucked his fat cock inside of you. he groaned as he felt your cunt flutter around him when you woke up, body unused to the way he was using you.
he holds you down, face pushed into the fluffy tree skirt below as his hips roll against yours, trying to feel every inch of you. "merry christmas, mi vida." he coos as he ruts himself deeper and deeper inside of you.
as a bonus gift, he came deep inside, painting your pussy with hot lust until he was spilling out of you. luckily, he loving shoved it all back in to make sure him cum wouldn't go to waste!
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KINKTOBER DAY NINE
top! ryujin x bottom! f! reader | today's prompt was consensual somnophilia | WC: 1060 | Y/N has female anatomy and is reffered to with she/her | up late
CW: SOMNOPHILIA (IT'S CONSENSUAL AND DISCUSSED)
MINORS DNI
Somnophilia.
When Y/N suggested it, Ryujin was shocked. She had heard of the idea in passing, never in much detail. Ryujin had always found it a little odd, but never really bothered to think about it too much. I mean, Y/N couldn’t give consent while she was asleep! That was the most important part to Ryujin, making sure Y/N felt good and liked what she was doing. How was she supposed to do that if she was asleep?
But Y/N’s eyes looked so sure when she said that she wouldn’t have to worry, she would love it. That she trusted Ryujin, that she knew that the woman wouldn’t hurt her. Ryujin’s lips cracked into a slight smile. It was worth a shot, right?
Ryujin found herself thinking about it more than she probably should during the following days. When her mind strays during work, it’s always that same thought. Thrusting her fingers in and out of Y/N, her sleepy grunts filling the air. Y/N awaking with a gasp as she pumped a strap in and out of her. Climbing under the covers to pull her panties off and lap at her clit. Ryujin would feel heat pool in her stomach, squeezing her thighs together in discomfort before forcing herself to return to her work.
“Ryujin? Can we do it tonight?” Y/N blurted one night, the two had been watching TV on the couch beforehand. “The sleep thing.”
“Yeah!” Ryujin answers, almost too excited. “Yeah, that would be great.”
“Someone’s been waiting for this.” Y/N said, a smirk creeping over her face. Ryujin playfully punches her arm.
“Y/N, I’m just wondering how this is supposed to work? When do I get up?” Ryujin asked.
“You’ve always woken up earlier than me. Why not just in the morning? Or if you wake up in the middle of the night or something.” Y/N said.
“Alright, then.” Ryujin nods.
As the pair settled in for bed that night, Ryujin couldn't tear her eyes off of Y/N. Even just in her regular pajamas, Y/N looked insanely pretty. The way she looked in the darkness, the way her muscles untensed after a few minutes. The way her eyes looked close, her lashes resting down.
Ryujin didn't sleep easily that night. She could feel Y/N’s body heat pressed right against her skin, usually a feeling Ryujin basked in, feeling too hot tonight, like she’d come down with a fever. Ryujin tried to keep her breathing steady, but she can’t help the way her breaths become heavy as she thinks about what would happen in this same bed a few hours later.
The minute Ryujin’s mind goes quiet, she falls asleep.
She woke up when it was still dark outside. Ryujin felt far too much energy buzzing through her for the hour, having to chew on her lip. Ryujin figures it’s just because of this whole thing.
Ryujin slid under the covers, up to where Y/N’s cunt was. Ryujin slipped Y/N’s shorts off, a slight anxiety flowing through her. It went away when she saw how absolutely wet Y/N’s panties were, a clear spot that Y/N had soaked through. Ryujin had to bite her tongue to keep a moan from escaping.
Ryujin pulled Y/N’s panties down to her ankles, revealing her bare cunt. Ryujin’s head slipped between her thighs, fingers spreading her cunt open as she lapped at her clit. Ryujin was soft, slow, trying her hardest not to wake Y/N up yet.
Even in Y/N’s sleep, she can hear how her breathing becomes labored and can see the way her chest rises and falls. The way her breath hitches when she grinds against her clit harder, a purpose to how she licks at her.
Ryujin was savoring the way Y/N tasted on her tongue, a taste she’d had before, but tonight it felt entirely new. Even in her sleep, Y/N was ready and eager for Ryujin’s tongue. How she opened herself up to Ryujin, her breaths deep and heavy.
Ryujin pressed harder against her clit, eyes staring up at Y/N’s sleeping figure. How pretty she looked with her eyes closed, the moon shining down on her from the open window. Ryujin thrust a finger inside of Y/N, immediately getting coated in Y/N's slick.
Y/N stirred, letting out a whine. Her eyes fluttered open, looking back down at Ryujin. Ryujin met her gaze, pink dusting her cheeks.
“..Ryujin?” Y/N said, dazed. Her cheeks flushed red as she spread her legs more for Ryujin without realizing.
“You’re such a whore for me, aren’t you?” Ryujin remarked, pulling back from her clit for just a second. “You opened yourself up to me so nicely in your sleep. So desperate.” she continued before pressing her tongue against her clit again, rubbing against it with a new vigor.
Y/N gasped, throwing her head back into the pillow. Ryujin chuckled, the vibrations hitting Y/N’s clit. Ryujin looked up at Y/N again, seeing how much her expression had changed. Her eyes were tightly shut, her eyebrows knit together. Y/N had bit her lip at some point, trying to stop moans from falling out of her mouth.
Ryujin slipped a second finger into her cunt, a whine from Y/N immediately following. Ryujin felt her clit throb as she looked at Y/N, the way she fought to keep her mouth shut and how hard she trembled underneath Ryujin.
“I’m close.” Y/N mewled, hands trailing to Ryujin’s head and her fingers lacing in Ryujin’s hair. Y/N’s legs shook, feeling unstable as her orgasm dawned on her body. Ryujin curled her fingers into Y/N’s sweet spot, wanting the woman to feel as good as possible before she peaked. Y/N doesn’t last much longer, her body giving out with a shudder. Ryujin pulled her wet fingers out of Y/N’s cunt and head away from her clit, returning to her spot in the bed.
“Did you like it?” Ryujin asked, looking at Y/N with hopeful eyes.
“I really liked it. Did you? I know you were hesitant at first.” Y/N responded.
“You don’t need to worry about me liking it, Y/N.” Ryujin said, a grin creeping on her face.
#Somnophilia#somno#cw: somno#tw: somno#cw: somnophilia#tw: somnophilia#consensual somnophilia#ryujin x reader#girl group imagines#kpop kinktober#kpop smut#girl group kinktober#f reader#itzy smut#ryujin x you#ryujin smut#itzy x reader#itzy kinktober#itzy imagines#ryujin imagines#top ryujin#bottom reader#wlw kpop#sapphic kpop#lesbian kpop
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sorry I fell asleep while you were over, bro. I dunno why, but after I had that last soda, I just got super tired...
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[stepcest + noncon + voyeurism + dacryphilia + somno]
slightly inspired by this post from my bae @revehae ily
would you rather have an toxic boyfriend or a toxic stepbrother? because if you think your boyfriend is bad, i can guarantee stepbrother!jaemin is worse, you just don’t know yet.
stepbrother!jaemin who is so jealous of your boyfriend and you— plus everyone— mistake it for caring, always keeping an eye on you as he knows the situation with your boyfriend, how you will end up things but go back to him over and over again, but it’s in fact envy, the worst of it. jaemin wants what your boyfriend has, you, to control you, to play with your mind and body, your loyalty, to know that even after doing and saying the worst, you’ll be waiting for him like a good puppy by the end of the day… but he can’t, so he settles for your love and trust.
stepbrother!jaemin who is the first to give you the look when he finds out you’re back to that guy again, might even call you stupid and then take it back with a deep sigh and take you in his arms when you start to cry in front of him, saying you’re “sorry, i don’t know what’s wrong with me”, kissing your forehead, his mouth so close to your ear, shushing you, saying it’s okay, that he is there for you, you can cry. this is the closest he gets to hurting your feelings and it’s enough to mess with him— feeling your tears soaking his shirt and how your body shakes with your sobs get him so painfully hard. has an awful time trying to pretend everything is fine and to hide it from you, while all he can think about is getting under the shower and jacking off to the memory of your crying face.
sometimes though, you cry yourself to sleep in his arms, and how he loves when that happens, mainly if you two are alone at home or upstairs locked inside his room, as he gets to do a few more things other than jack off.
stepbrother!jaemin who has the lightest of the touches and takes advantage of that to grope you while you sleep in his arms. the first time he did it was nothing, just feeling your naked waist as your shirt rolled up, the weight of your body as you shifted and your thigh pressed against his hard cock, but once he realized you wouldn’t wake up? well, how fun. tried things bit by bit, one day feeling up your tits over your shirt, nose buried on the crock of your neck, your smell like a drug to him. next, caught himself sliding his hands under your shirt, snorting at how ridiculous he feels with his cock twitching in his pants just by feeling your hard nipples against his palms and fingers as if he was some sort of virgin teenager.
the fartest he goes is cupping and massaging your pussy over your underwear, very slowly, fantasizing about the warmth and taste of it. he did feel confident enough to touch you one day, single digit sliding under the gusset of your panties and running the very tip of it on your slit, but you stirred and he froze, never did it again, but it was enough to get a tiny bit of your taste, groaning while sucking his own finger.
stepbrother!jaemin who loves when you’re wearing shorts or a dress as he can get bolder and rub his cock against your soft flesh, slow movements making him see stars. when it gets too much and he needs to cum, strokes himself until shooting it all over your thighs, loving the way it paints your skin, hating he has to clean it up before you wake up. one day he wants to try and see if he can manage to wrap your hand around him and use it.
you may ask, does he fights your boyfriend, confronts him? yes, but just enough to let him know he hates him— and the hate is mutual honestly— but never enough to make your boyfriend leave, no, because how could he? if he can touch you like that, have you trust him like that, it because of him fucking you up.
also, speaking of fucking you, stepbrother!jaemin who lays awake when you boyfriend spends the night over at your house as your room is right next to his and he knows what’s about to happen. rubs himself furiously to the sound of your sweet moans, skin on skin, your bed being right behind his and you’re not as quiet as you think you are. and when you don’t want to, small cries of “no, not today, i’m tired” but your boyfriend insists and he gets to hear your mix of crying and moans? yeah, heaven.
in the end, he owns that boyfriend of yours a lot.
#writing.txt#jaemin smut#na jaemin smut#nct smut#nct dream smut#cw: stepcest#cw: noncon#cw: voyeurism#cw: somnophilia
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its 6:57 in the morning and you can vaguely feel kuroo’s cock pressing against you.
with his hand pressed against your soft stomach, he silently presses against your back. you’re not really awake, but you’re not exactly asleep either.
kuroo loves morning sex, he likes to feel you and hear your whiny sounds as your eyes struggle to adjust to the early light— as they adjust to him intruding your peaceful sleep.
he’s a pervert, he thinks for a moment; wanting to press his fingers into you while you’re barely awake. he thinks he should feel guilty, but you always react so dubiously that he can’t help himself.
with his cock still rubbing against you methodically, he reaches for your little shorts and slips his hand down to your soft sweet cunt.
he runs his hand over your thighs, and every part where you connect with him. it’s not enough.
he’s slipping a hand between your folds, gently feeling you. there was no intent to get you off; just a pure moment of wanting to feel you and touch you. he slips a single finger into you and its him groaning into your shoulder.
“baby?” he murmurs against you and a small noise comes from the back of your throat, “you’re so soft,” you can hear the smile in his voice.
“i have to, baby,” he’s sitting up and gently prying your legs apart, “i have to put my cock in you baby, okay?”
he’s not really asking, more so just letting you know. he’s not wearing a condom.
your body twitches up into him as he enters you, just letting himself feel around you. your hands move up to his arms as you murmur that he “shouldn’t”.
“i don’t see you making much of an effort to stop me,” and you just let yourself whine, eyes pressed closed as kuroo is everywhere on you.
“but we shouldn’t, kuroo, we can’t,” he thinks it’s funny when you act like this because as soon as he takes his cock out, you’ll whine and groan, just like you are now. you’re so predictable.
so he does that. he moves down to your neck, kissing you lightly over, and over again. “just the tip, please. please?” you’re begging, just like he knew you would. he loves you.
“oh? just the tip?” you nod quickly, “okay baby, just the tip.”
it is not just the tip.
with one hand, he’s holding your legs up; giving himself the world-class view of watching his cock disappear into your pretty pussy.
you’re breathtaking like this. smooth, and sweet and pretty. he can’t help himself, and how could you even blame him? not when he’s so close to you, and so sweet to you as he’s smiling down at your batting eyes.
“what is it? talk to me, baby,” no words come out, just a soft hiccup coming from your lips. “you don’t have to do anything, you’ve done enough,” his eyes soften with the softness in his smile; which do not correspond to the way hes moving in and out of you.
kuroo and you have never fucked without a condom before, and it shows. it feels so intensely different, with the knowledge that this is something you shouldn’t be doing, it’s explosive.
“gonna cum in you, yeah? just let me take care of you.”
“kuroo, we- we can’t, we shouldn’t,” you’re pathetically murmuring, hips moving up towards him. everything you’re saying is contradicting your actions, it’s silly.
“okay baby, yeah, i won’t, dont worry, ” kuroo lies. with your face buried into his neck, you mouth at the skin there, unable to say much.
he tells you how good you feel, how your cunt is so soft and he just can’t help it.
“you’re so warm,” you whine into him, the feeling of him cumming in you foreign, it doesn’t feel right.
kuroo reaches down to kiss you wherever he can manage to reach you, his arms keeping you where you are.
“good morning.”
#haikyuu smut#haikyuu men#kuroo smut#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo meow#this was soooo self indulgent#tw somno#but not really#overuse of the word baby#cw somnophilia
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nicha w that bear hybrid thing🫣
CW: SOMNOPHILIA, CNC, g!p reader implied
bear!minnie being the neediest thing, always like she’s in heat, and remember how i said she loves anal? bear!minnie that goes to sleep with a plug or even a dildo inside her ass, getting herself nice and stretched for you :(
and it’s so mean because it’s all about your pleasure, you never touch her pussy so when she wakes up she’s dripping and her clit is begging for her attention, while her ass is aching and filled with cum…
minnie for me is also a big brat and i love to think of her being into cnc, so if she wakes up in the middle of you fucking her she will totally pretend to not like it, try to push you off her even in her dizzy state, ask you to stop and everything but at same time push her ass up meet your trusts. she just wants to hear you mad and telling her to take what you give 😕
also, for some reason, i think bear!minnie has a massive breeding kink ?¿ like, can you imagine her sleepy, sweet voice asking you to cum inside her :(
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that scream blurb that you posting about Ghostface being unconscious and the reader testing to see if he’s hard…. you have to make the full fic now pleaseee omg it was so good
Every inch
1.4k / m!ghostface x f!reader / from blurb.
SEQUEL: EVERY INCH 2 🔪 THREEQUEL: 3
Slasher master list
Warnings/notes: I8+ noncon (ghostface unconscious) somnophilia. Based on the car scene from Scream II, but it's modern day (cell phones exist). You can HC this as anyone but he's night walks coded if you read my other stuff.
Your skirt grazes his robe as you carefully stretch your right leg over the driver’s seat, trying not to touch him, trying not to wake him up. It’s tricky crawling over Ghostface to get out of the car. He smells faintly of weed and sweat. You’ve never been close enough to smell him before. You’ve never been close to him at all for more than a few seconds, always with his knife in hand. You hear him breathing behind the mask and assume he’s knocked out from the impact of the crash, but can't know for sure.
He could be pretending for his own amusement, planning to taunt you then stab you at any moment. You’re going to have to open that car door sooner or later - it’s the only one left you haven’t tried. It'll definitely make a noise. You hover there straddling him, delaying the inevitable. Straddling Ghostface, you think to yourself. Is this a nightmare?
You slowly lower yourself into his lap, throbbing at the possibilities of what might await you. Your heart pounds in your chest. You put your hands on the edge of the seat to pull your body closer and your heart nearly stops as your inner thigh softly nudges his hand. But he doesn’t wake up – or if he does, he doesn’t show it. Emboldened, you lower yourself a little more until your damp panties arrive at a warm bulge in his robe and your breath hitches. He’s only somewhat hard, but obviously packing. He still doesn’t move. His chest is rising and falling with his breaths. You know he’s alive. Unable to resist, you lower yourself a little more. You tilt your hips and gently grind yourself against his package.
What if the nightmare became a wet dream? It’s always turned you on, at least a little, but especially lately. It’s been harder and harder to separate arousal from fear. You’ve wondered if it was a sexual thing for him, the way he pursues you. Stabbing is penetrative after all. Does the thought of killing you turn him on? Would it turn him on to wake up to you straddling him? After all, he’s only a man. Why not, you think. This could be your best chance to find out. This might be the most power you’ll ever have in the situation. You’re turned on thinking about it. If you’re mere seconds from potential death, you have nothing to lose. Plus you're curious what's under all this, and it's too risky to lift up his mask.
Fuck it feels good, and the fact that it’s Ghostface, the one who’s been stalking you, killing your friends, trying to kill you - that gives you such a rush. The tables have turned. You’re on top of him now. You look around for his knife and it’s landed on the floorboard along with his voice changer. You reach down to grab it then quickly stab it into the back of the driver’s seat at an angle so you can grab it if you need to but he won’t know where it is. Then you return your crotch to his and a bolt of arousal slices through you when his hard package swells against you. Holy shit he's hung. You slowly roll your hips against him, grinding into him, trying not to be too aggressive, but it’s hard to control yourself.
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His breathing changes and your heart jumps to your throat. You wonder, Is Ghostface seduceable? It might be your best shot if you're already getting his dick wet when he wakes up. But there's always the chance he reacts violently, and now that you're up against him, it's clear you'd be no match for his strength.
Then you have a thought. You carefully lift his gloved hand, and he doesn’t react. You lift the dead weight of his heavy arm all the way above his mask, and he still just sits there, breathing. You pin both his hands above his head, between the metal pegs of the headrest. His hands are large and the two of them together barely fit through the gap. Then you slam down the headrest, pinning him there by his wrists.
His mask moves. He seems to look at you. Then a soft, low sigh. You lower your crotch again and he’s harder. You rub yourself against him slowly with your hands braced on the seat and have to stifle a moan in the shoulder of your dress as you grind against him and his cock swells even harder. A soft groan muffled by his mask makes you wetter.
You’re going to have to have him. This is your chance and you can’t resist it. Your inner thigh muscles begin to fatigue as you push yourself off his lap to hover again. You lift up his robe, exposing PJ pants. Strange and not at all imposing, but convenient. You arrange the robe behind his raging erection, then take a deep breath and pull down his waistband. His stiff member stands at attention. You cover it with your warmth before the cool air wakes him up. A stab of desire shoots through your core as your wet panties meet his hard cock. You rub yourself against him and your clit throbs. Your core aches to be filled.
You pull your panties to the side and nestle the swollen head of his cock at your entrance. Then you sink down and fail to suppress your gasp at the stretch. He moans but doesn’t move. Your body makes way for him as you slide down and sheathe him entirely with your cunt. His cock is nice and thick, it makes you feel so full. It’s crazy this cock has been under the robe the entire time. You wonder if you could just fuck from now on. If he’d agree not to kill you - that is, if the threat of it doesn't turn him on.
You rise up, then sink down on him again, his size making you grateful for your ample wetness. You lift and lower yourself and roll your hips into him. You try not to breathe too heavily as you feel it building in your lower belly. You start to ride him less restrained, unable to resist fucking yourself on his nice, hard cock.
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His mask begins to move as though confused, and he grunts as he tugs at his arms, unable to free them from the headrest. He’s groggy and weak. You’re not going to stop. You're too close to coming. You greedily keep filling yourself to the brim with him.
His mask looks right at you. “Always wanted this cock,” ghostface says weakly, making your heart race. “Knew it.” Then it echoes from the voice changer on the floorboard. Always wanted this cock. Knew it. He tugs at his hands more violently, then gives up.
“Nasty girl,” he says, voice getting stronger. Nasty Girl.
He thrusts his hips up powerfully and you moan uninhibited. He thrashes his arms and stabs upward with his cock, bouncing you on his lap with the power of his hips. Your whole body tingles and tenses, then you bite your own arm as your walls clamp down around him. You come on his dick, then pull yourself off and he groans in frustration but has no way of getting you back.
You open the car door and you’re torn about whether to make him come or leave him with blue balls. You decide to jerk him off as a power move. You kneel into the open door frame of the car. You wrap your hand around his girth and fuck his fist. “All ya had to do was ask,” he says. All you had to do was ask. You grab the voice changer and throw it down the street. Now he's nothing but a man with his dick in your hand.
“Woulda given you every inch," he says. Maybe every inch of his blade. He nods down to his crotch. "Now you know." His voice is coming back to full strength, smooth and low. It's a voice you can't quite place.
You know you should stab him while you have him tied down, but you're thinking with the wrong head now, unable to bear the thought of this cock going to waste. You slow your hand way down and edge him mercilessly. His big, stiff cock twitches in your hand and you can tell he's dying for more.
You take your phone out of your bra and take a short video of him trying not to whimper, dick sprouting out of his unimposing pajama pants. Then you finish him off and take a dick pic selfie with cum all over his robe. You take the knife out of the back of the seat and leave him stuck in the car.
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Thank you so much for reading and engaging. Even if you're reading this way later I would love to know your thoughts in a comment! Knowing what you liked helps me write more. 🖤🖤
Thanks @darkscape for helping me brainstorm his tagline.
#ghostface x reader#ghostface smut#ghostface x you#slasher smut#slasher fanfiction#cw noncon#tw noncon#cw somnophilia#night walks#ghostface#slasher fucker#billy loomis x reader#ethan landry x reader#toxicanonymity ☠️#mickey altieri#dark fic#ghostface ☠️
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