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hier--soir · 4 months

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night breeze

joel miller x f!reader

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

The air is calm at dusk.

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

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

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

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

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

A ragged moan wakes you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that a promise?”

“S’a promise.”

thank you for reading x

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sigmahimejoshi · 3 months

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

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

#tw somno #somnophila #somno #somnophilia #somno fantasy #light cnc #wlw and nblw only #wlw concepts #nsft concept #wlw nsft #wlw ns/fw #lesbian

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snowsinterlude · 4 months

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🌷 - sleeping beauty.

(coriolanus snow x f. reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you should've woke me up!"

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

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lokisgoodgirl · 10 months

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Come After Dark [Loki x Fem.Reader]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, god.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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morgue-nymph · 8 days

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drug induced somno drug induced somno

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Permission

Slutty random thot - Somnophilia and Beefy shy Bucky. Who doesn’t understand he doesn’t have to ask for permission to touch you. You’ve told him time and time again he deserves pleasure and can initiate any time he wants, you want him to feel comfortable to touch you whenever he wants.

But he never learns.

He’s always tiptoeing around you, hesitantly brushing by you, slinking around you like a cat, as much as he could with his large bulking frame. He’s always slow and careful, waiting for you to take the lead, looking up at you like a puppy, waiting for instructions so he doesn’t overstep any boundaries.

So you decide to teach him a lesson.

No more giving into his pouty face or innocent touches. No more letting him linger around you for longer than necessary. Nothing until he took what he wanted without remorse.

It went on for days.

He’d nudge against you, try and hug you for longer, try and get and extra kiss but nope.

Nothing.

It was pure torture.

Bucky had no idea what to do with himself, maybe he was imagining things but it was almost as if you were doing in on purpose. You only wore his over sized tshirts around the house and with his enhances sense he could smell your arousal whenever you were near him. He tried to take care of himself when he was alone but it wasn’t the same, nothing satisfied him.

He almost cried when you bent over the kitchen island while making lunch, your bare cunt exposed when your his shirt rode up. He was ready to drop down on his knees, pull you back onto his face and drown in your pussy until you were crying and begging for him to stop, till you couldn't possibly cum anymore-

You smirked at the whimper you heard from behind you, your beefy baby looking at you longingly with glassy eyes. You gave him a quick peck before continuing with day; he only had so much self-restraint.

Poor sweet baby.

*****

He tried so hard to ignore the throb between his legs but it was painful at this point. His balls were so heavy, so full, his cock was aching, constantly leaking, desperate for you to just fucking touch him.

You were curled up by his side, your back flush against his check, tucked in his arms while he spooned you from behind, one of his favorite ways to sleep.

Except tonight.

Every time your ass gently rutted against him, he itched to roll his hips for a crumb of relief. He felt shame consume him when he finally gave into what his body was screaming for, softly grabbing your hips and pressing it against his erection. He muffled his whimper, burying his face into your neck but that made it so much worse.

You smelled so good, your shampoo, your lotion, the warmth of your skin making his breaths heavier. He fought within himself as he reached down to tug his sweats down just enough to free his cock, God, this felt so wrong.

This was so wrong, so fucked, so-

He hissed, rubbing his top against your silky folds, unable to stop himself when he knew you wore nothing but his Henley to sleep. He pushed his cock between your plush thighs, letting his length slot between your folds. He lightly rutted himself against you, humping you like a desperate puppy, hoping you wouldn’t wake up, that you’d stay sleeping while he rubbed himself on you.

It was too much and not enough at the same time.

Even in your sleep, you responded to him, your arousal soaking him and dripping between your thighs.

It wasn’t enough.

He threw caution to the wind, grabbing his cock and pressing it against your entrance. You let out a needy whine in your sleep, your pussy fluttering around his cockhead as he started to inch inside you, panting at the feeling of finally being wrapped around your cunt.

He wrapped his arm around you to brace your body as he started to roll his hips, gently thrusting, careful not to disturb you. It was bad enough he was fucking you like a pervert, using you while you slept.

He squeezed his eyes shut, holding himself back from ravishing you, your sweet tight little pussy swallowing him back in every time he pulled out. He was so close, so fucking-

“Jamesss” Your sleepy voice melted into a moan as he started to move faster, panting against your skin. He moved you to lay under him, dropping his weight onto you, finally giving into the primal needs his body was screaming for. He shoved his cock back into you, petting your head softly while hiding his face in your neck, a stark soft contrast compared to the way he fucked you like his life depended on it.

“I can’t help it, m’sorry, go back to sleep sugar, I just- fuck you’re squeezing me so tight-

He bit down onto his lip to keep from rambling, a high pitched noise escaping him when you clawed at his tensed muscles, grabbing onto his broad shoulders.

“I-I need it” He whimpered, pulling his cock until it was nearly all the way out before shoving it right back in, making you feel him in your throat “M’sorry-oh fuck fuck-m’sorry sugar, I need it so bad”

“Take it baby, take what you need” You sleepily cooed, spreading your thighs wider for him and locking your ankles around his lower back.

“Angel” He whined back, grinding his cock in “Oh fuck my pretty angel, you-you feel so good ‘round my dick baby, s’all swollen and sensitive”

“Y-yeah?”

“So so good, my balls-are so-so fucking heavyyy”

“Are they all full baby?” You slurred out, grazing his scalp while he nodded against your skin. He had you caged under him, fucking into you like an animal in heat. Each of your desperate cries made him moan, too lost, too fucked out to register anything else. All he could feel was you, your skin, your scent, your touch surrounding him.

“Too heavy, hurts” He started to thrust faster, letting his balls smack against your ass, feeling the full weight of what was making him so feral. “I wan’ it baby, needed it, needed it so bad, I wanna cum, gonna cum in you”

“M’not on the pill Jamie” You pouted, loving the broken cries that left his lips, hugging your body tighter and fucking you until the bedframe shook.

“Oh shit, please baby, I don’t-don’t wanna pull out, it’s been too long, you made me wait, let me cum in your pussy, please. Wanted to feel your pussy baby, suck on your clit, theres too much cum, I can’t’-can’t pull out”

“Can’t?” You teased while he shook his head, there was no way he had that much restraint.

“Can’t, I’m sorry, I’m gonna-I’m gonna cum sugar, I can’t pull out, it feels too good, do you feel that angel? Fuck I can feel it swelling, m’so fuckin’ hard right now, I’m gonna cum so much for you!”

“You ever gonna hold back again pretty baby boy?” You nipped his bottom lip while his eyes rolled back, the room filled with the most salacious and pornographic moans.

“Never-fuck-never-M’gonna take what I want, can’t live without your pussy another day, I’m gonna cum so hard for you baby, take it angel, Oh fuck-I-I’m cumming!”

Your orgasm washed over you without warning between his filthy unfiltered words, your cunt milking his cock for all he was worth. You gasped at the feeling of his warm cream fill you up, a sticky mess dripping out of you as his cum squirted out each time he continued to thrust back in.

“Need more angel” He still sounded like a soft sweet why baby but something about the way he looked at you, the firmer grip he had around your waist, the low dark chuckle you’d never heard before as he let out as he started to move again made you gasp. “Take care of me, I need it”

He sounded so needy but the sound of the headboard hitting the wall said otherwise.

You created an insatiable monster.

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simonrillleyyysss · 20 days

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what are your thots™️ on simon thigh fucking the reader? i swear it's something he'd do, for hours until he's milked himself dry and is huffing and puffing...(⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

thank u 4 urrr request, orla ( ´ ꒳ ` )

cw; somnophilia and implied cnc..

simon definitely lacks the self control suited to an individual in his line of work, he doesn’t know when to stop and start, he can definitely start, sure, but poor man pushes himself past his limits when stopping..

they’re just so squishy against his sensitive cock; which was quickly wedging itself between the fat of your thighs.. freehand gently resting your face against your pillow, trying to keep you in a soft slumber… he didn’t want to distract you, just needed to get off!

his hand doesn’t do it same, he’s been using it constantly during deployment..it just doesn’t around him as much when he has his fist jerking himself, he doesn’t cum fast enough for it to be fun anymore, so boring and tiresome.. you wouldn’t mind if he used you, though. sure you wouldn’t?

convinced himself that it’s okay, it’s okay to force your thighs apart and rub himself raw between your legs.. it’s not gross if he doesn’t put it in, is it? it doesn’t count as anything bad, mumbles that it’s alright when you shift in your sleep, his hand holding the inside of your thigh, other groping at your breast while he spurred himself on..

doesn’t stop when he cums once, goes forever..until you wake up, and all that you can feel is his throbbing cock twitching against your ass and a thick, gooey substance smeared across your shorts..but simon’s trying to sleep, chest quickly rising and falling in exhaustion and overstimulation, drool trickling out of his mouth like a rabid dog..

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courtingchaos · 8 months

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A Need

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Warnings: Somnophilia, sleepy awake sex

A/N: Technically this is park of Freak Like Me so keep the teeth freaks in mind okay? Also this is consensual, don’t @ me. 😘

Freak Like Me

NSFW 18+ No Minors

Clammy skin is what wakes you first. Sheets pressed into your back slightly damp and heat trapped with you in the middle. You push your leg out before you toss the whole sheet and the night air is cool on your exposed skin. You settle back into the mattress, face pressed into your pillow, sure you’ll drop off again soon when the crack of Eddie’s knuckles against the headboard startles you.

“Ed?” You rasp and turn your head to squint at him in the darkness. The outline of his profile picks up the meager light from the window, lips parted slightly when he takes a deep breath. You watch him for a sign of stirring but he seems to have just tossed his arm over his head in his sleep. The divot of his armpit and the slope of his shoulder into his neck seem to sing at you in the quiet. Even though you’ve just shucked the covers off you tiredly roll into his side and lay your arm over his chest, knee hiking up to rest over his hip.

Now it’s your nose pushed into his chest and breathing in his skin, warm and smelling like the fresh sheets under you. His heartbeat under your ear doesn’t speed and his hand stays still above his head while you settle again, fingers rubbing gently over his naked ribs. In his waking hours he’d slap your hand away while giggling but now you get to sooth yourself back to sleep.

Until you shift your hip and your knee rubs along something.

He shifts under you and his jaw snaps shut, a crease in his brow momentarily before his face smooths out again. You press your knee forward again and tilt your head up to watch him, a sleepy smirk on your face. “Ed?” A slide of your hand down his stomach and under the the thin sheet. “Eddie?” A whisper in the quiet, close to his ear, just under his jaw. When he doesn’t respond that sensitive spot gets a light kiss while you press your knee into his cock.

From his nightstand the clock glows a red 2:52 AM at you, almost the witching hour that brings your wicked idea to the front of your thoughts.

You move slowly to sit up and brace yourself before you swing a leg over his hips to straddle him. A little sound in the back of his throat and a nuzzling of his head into his pillow and he stills again, breathing deep and even. Soft fingers hook under the band of his boxers to pull until he’s bared to you, hot and heavy against his pale thigh. You don’t bother pulling off your own underwear, just hooking the soaked cotton to the side while you grab him gently, a few strokes just to feel the velvet soft skin.

His features are softer than normal in the light that spills in from outside and you keep your eyes trained on his face when you hover over him, head of his cock pressed against your entrance while you tease yourself with him. He’s never this still, always hands roaming and mouth running, always trying to one up himself. Now though with his mouth pressed closed and hands lax, you get to use him.

He’s done this with you before, a gentle rocking waking you from a deep slumber only to end up wide awake and moaning his name. Lost in memory you roll your hips over the flushed head and let it catch on your clit, eyes rolling with a groan pushed through your nose quietly. Eddie shifts his head again, another crease in his brow and you’re tired of taunting yourself. A slight press and you push him inside, just barely so you can brace your hands on his chest before you fully sit. The force of not guiding him slowly makes you gasp and his face pulls into a grimace before his hand flexes over his head.

You bounce your hips once and you both make a small whimpering sound. Riding him like this you know it won’t take long for you, not when his cock brushes along that spot, made more sensitive when you picture him waking to you coming undone. It takes you no time to loose yourself in the rhythm of skin hitting skin and you stop paying attention to his face when your eyes unfocus, mouth dropping open to pant loudly.

“Wh-what’re you-oh.” Eddie mumbles awake, eyes blinking tightly and hands rousing. You reach a hand up, your fingers draping over his chin and pulling at his bottom lip, a halfhearted attempt at getting him to be quiet.

“I c-couldn’t help m-myself.” You keep the fast pace you’ve built, ass bouncing against his thighs while you chase you’re almost in reach high.

“S’fine.” Both of his hands are animate against you, fingers groping along the fat of your thighs and up up up. Wide palms cup under your ass, a soft touch in his half asleep state. He sucks in a deep breath that catches in his chest when your own fingers tighten against him, hooking on his jaw. “You can take it.” He’s watching from barely open eyes. “You can use me.”

“Fuck.” It comes out as a hiss, the frenzy of your movement turning into grinding. The rough thatch of dark hair just above his cock barely giving you enough friction, a tease of pressure but it feels too good to stop. “Eddie.” You whine into the dark and he grins sleepily up at you, thumbs rubbing against your hips.

“You close?” His voice is scratchy and deep, still tinged with slumber not yet finished. You nod while a moan pulls out of you, the crest of your orgasm building up your spine quickly.

“So good, baby.” He’s holding your hips down against him and you loose your rhythm. “You just needed me, huh?”

“Uh huh.”

“Couldn’t wait till morning?”

“No!” A sob falls from your lips when the pleasure breaks, a tension cut from your shoulders that drops you into his chest. Your hips still roll against his but it’s sporadic, the air filled with your deep breaths and small whines.

“Oh good girl.” His hands sooth up your back, under your T-shirt to slide up until one rest on the back of your neck. A light grip that keeps your cheek pressed into his chest where his voice rumbles. “You can take what you want baby.” That necklace he made you presses into your collarbone, a warm feeling of closeness butts up against the ebbing heat of your peak. “Just wanna be close.” He pushes his face into your hair to kiss you and pulls his knees up behind you to give himself leverage. “Can I take something?” A short thrust up that makes your groan into his skin.

“Yes, Eddie.”

“Yeah?” He whispers against the crown of your head, another thrust of his hips that makes you feel like cloth draped over him. He grips your side and your neck to keep you still as he sets his lazy pace, cock dragging slow along your oversensitive insides.

“I know.” He shushes your quiet whines. “I know it feels good.” Your fingers end up in his hair where they wind around ringlets and cradle the base of his skull. The slow meeting of your bodies has you feeling the pull of sleep again behind your eyes, the wet glide of him between your legs and his soft hair running through your fingers enough to sooth you back into a twilight sleep. “Just lay there.” A hitch in his words as his hips stutter. “I got you.”

“Okay, Ed.” A grin pressed against him. Half conscious while he uses you back, thrusts loosing that lazy pace to shove up into you hurriedly, half formed curses pushed between his teeth before he cums. The warmth trickles between you while Eddie catches his breath, still clutching you to him. A rouge thumb matches yours where it rubs circles behind your ear that just sends you into a deeper calm.

“You falling asleep?”

“Mhm.”

“So quickly?”

“Mhm.”

“Sounds good.” His breathing is already evened out and slowing, his feet sliding back down to lay flat on the bed. One of your own dangles off the edge of the bed, just out from under the sheet. You know you’ll get sweaty again and you can already feel the wet warmth between you where he still hasn’t pulled out. A mess for sure, but a mess for the daylight.

#Eddie Munson Fic #Eddie Munson Smut #Eddie Munson x Reader #Somnophilia #My Work #My Fic

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barbiiebrat · 7 months

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

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

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

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

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

#mine #cnc gaslighting #gaslighting kink #dumbification #fuckt0y #forced intox #bimb0fication #intoxication kink #women are inferior #men are superior #somnophilia #free use kink #noncon drugging #bimbo hypnosis #hypnosub #hypn0 #hypn0kink #g4slight

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somnambulic-thing · 8 months

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warm like moonshine

vampire boyfriend!Eddie x afab!reader E 18+, smut!!!

Words: 4k

|consensual somnophilia/reader receiving; awake sex; biting/blood drinking; established relationship; oral; piv; exploring intimacy; vampire puns!; fluff, Eddie pov|

A/N: So, well, @courtingchaos put out her leg with this sleepy story (go read) and I tripped over it and fell right into this scenario. I had a lot of vampire!Eddie thoughts lately and playing around with vampire anatomy and what one could get up to with one's very own bloodsucker is a very fun rabbit hole to fall into. :3 Probably not the last thing I wrote in this universe.

Eddie was cold.

Not by Vampire standards, mind, but it wasn’t another Vampire that his freak-of-nature heart was beating for.

It was beating for a human. It was beating for you.

From his past life, Eddie remembered very well how constant cold could grind on a soul inhabiting a body that was hot-blooded and conditioned to flee from it.

But luckily he was only cold unless he did something about it. Finding new ways to do something about it had grown to become one of his favourite pastimes since you came into his life.

His peculiar skin was like smooth polished stone stretched thin and pliable over lean muscle and once he warmed up, much like a slab of granite in the sun, he could hold it for a while. Hours if he had the right insulation.

The sun wasn’t an option for him anymore, no. It was out to erode him if he bared himself long enough to its rays. But a hot bath worked wonders to get warm and cosy for you, or some time spent with a hot water bottle tucked under a blanket.

His favourite way though, was being tucked under you, skin on skin, chests pressed flush together.

It was something divine, feeling his body heat up through the energy radiating from yours. When you eventually had to climb off his lap, leaving him in bed to do some of those things Vampires had no need or urge for, he could press a cool hand to his chest and still feel you with him.

You indulged him in that more often than he should let you. Spending all this time being cold just to be with him.

As feral as he was for basking in you, he just wanted to be hot for you in every way and that right from the start.

So he made a proposal to you.

A way he could fuck you with your own heat without you having to feel cold for one second.

A thought turned into desire during those nights he spent next to your warm, sleeping body with plenty of time to imagine all those things he wanted to do to you.

He was careful in choosing his words, determined to convey that he would rather plunge a stake through his own chest than do anything to injure or violate you; body or soul.

The quickening of your pulse brought no anxiety to your eyes. He hadn’t scared you, more so, you were intrigued and he drew a deep breath of relief. An old habit.

You took time to think it over, to get familiar with the idea and develop your own fantasies while mapping out boundaries. Again and again you asked him to lead you through what had become a shared fantasy now and he gave you everything you asked for and as long as you needed.

He knew he was a dangerous creature, there was no use denying it. Making sure you knew he wasn’t a threat was imperative and your trust the most precious thing he’d ever own.

—

Sunrise was near.

“You coming over tonight?” you asked as you watched him get ready to leave you to the things sunlight-dwellers got up to in the bright hours of the day.

Eddie, about to button his jeans, looked up and over to you seated on the edge of the bed across the room. Something in your voice called the hair on his neck to attention. Your already raised pulse quickened under his gaze. He cocked his head, all his senses reaching out to your body. You suddenly smelled so aroused it was obscene.

“Stop dissecting me, Munson.”

He shook his head to clear it with moderate success. “Sorry… couldn’t help it.” He laughed deeply, the sound thick and sticky. “I’m putting on my clothes and suddenly you just smell like that—”

“Monster,” you smiled. “Can’t surprise you with anything.”

“Well, that’s not true.” He put his shirt on and crossed the room. It was probably a bad idea to kneel before you now with sunrise so close while you still looked so tousled and sleepy and smelled so sinfully horny, but he did it anyway. Your hand instantly found his face. He was already cooling down and the soft slide of your thumb left a streak of warmth high on his cheek. “You surprise me all the time. It’s just… different.”

“I know.”

“I wasn’t trying to pry, promise.”

“I know.” You cocked your head. “So, are you busy tonight?”

“Hmm,” he hummed in affirmation turned his face into your palm and kissed it. “First band, then blood and coffee with Wayne.”

“Oh, right. Okay.”

“You gonna tell me why, sweetheart?”

“No,” you said with an enigmatic smile. It took all of his willpower to draw his ‘antennas’ back from you, but nothing could drown out this smell.

He was getting hungry. He was getting hard.

You bent down and slowly slid your arms around his neck, nails softly scraping the nape of his neck and your forehead found his, hot like a fever. “Not right now anyway.”

“Wow… who is the monster now, hm?”

Your laugh was infectious, had made him sick with adoration for you right from the start. He caught your mouth to get more of it right from the source. Soon he wouldn’t be strong enough to leave.

And you knew it.

“You should go,” you mumbled. Your palms were like hearths against his shoulders, pushing with little determination. “Before I pull you in here and you’re stuck until sunset.”

“Pull me in then, I don’t mind.” He ran his palms up your bare thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

“Fuuuck, Eddie…”

“’Fuck Eddie’ sounds like a great idea to me.”

“If I fuck you now, you’re not leaving and we both know I get nothing done with you flapping around here and there are plenty of things I need to do today.”

Eddie let his curled-up lips glide over the edge of your jaw all the way to the soft hot spot below your ear where your pulse was a torrent. His teeth were aching.

“I want to do you so bad right now,” he whispered and felt the moan leaving your lungs hot against his shoulder.

“Don’t make me get the garlic.”

“Just one sip from your Holy Water, baby, I know you’re drenched right now—”

You threw your head back and slumped against his chest as you erupted into bellowing laughter.

He’d hoped to make you scream in a different way but he’d take it anyway. Wrapping his arms around you he pulled you to his lap and joined you in your laughing fit.

“Was worth a try,” he chuckled against your collarbone as you both came down.

“You nearly ended me with that one.”

He felt your hot mouth press against his crown and then you leaned back and moved to stand up.

“Oh, cruel world,” he said, more whiny than intended and pushed himself to stand. Outside, the sky was that dim clear blue that was the harbinger of a sunny September day. “Guess I better get going then.” His hands fisted the hem of your shirt and pulled you in for one more kiss.

“Gonna miss you, bat-man.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, hypnotized by the soft, bittersweet melody that was your good-bye voice. “Love you, moonshine.”

—

Eddie mourned your warmth leaving his body as he hurried through slowly awakening streets to outrun the dawn. And oh, how he longed for it when he touched himself in the dark of his room, how he craved it when the high induced by heavy, distorted riffs surged through him like a lightning strike and how he needed it when he stepped outside into a night that was as cold as himself.

Fuck. He was so needy.

So he called Wayne; he would be an hour late today and now Eddie had almost two hours to spare. Determined to spend as many seconds as possible joined with you, he once more hurried along through mostly vacant streets.

—

Eddie wore the key to your place on a chain around his neck together with his favorite guitar pick. He fiddled with it while he took a moment to calm himself before he took it off and slid it into the lock; he had no intention of giving you a jumpscare barging in like a starving beast.

Your smell instantly exploded into his face the moment the door cracked open. He expanded his ribcage to the limit, inhaling the amalgamation that was the scent of your home through flared nostrils as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him and—

Taped to the wall opposite the door was a note.

It was fully dark inside, but Eddie needed no light to read it. Hell, he would have been able to take a good guess about the content just from the scent alone. You had touched yourself before you put it up for him, knowing very well he wouldn’t be able to stay away for long after this morning and the smell of your cunt was all over the paper.

He got hard so fast it was painful.

Eddie let his head drop against the wall, the paper right under his nose. He needed to close his eyes for a moment.

My dear Count,

I invite you in.

You don’t have to wake me first.

I trust you.

I love you

He could hear your slow, even breath call for him from your bedroom.

Eddie stripped naked right on the spot and kicked the heap of clothes that pooled by his feet under the dresser in the hall. He had learned his lesson not to leave tripping hazards in the dark for you the hard way.

The door was ajar, the room behind dimly lit by the waning moon and the street lights outside your window. It was warm in here, unusually so, and Eddie smiled brightly in the dark.

“So clever. Sooo, so clever.”

He silently moved to the foot of the bed. You were turned to your side and almost fully covered but he still took his time studying you. Your features were so soft, all your muscles relaxed and your heartbeat steady and serene.

He started stroking himself slowly, hissing at the touch, while he reached for the covers with his free hand and with a gentle pull, Eddie revealed your bare skin inch by inch.

You had made it easy for him, going to bed naked and wet.

“Oh, sweetheart. What you do to me…”

One knee to the mattress, then the other and then he lowered himself, crawling up your body while the tip of his tongue grazed over the length of your calf and up up to your thigh, over your hip and further up and there you stirred a little.

“I know, it’s cold,” he said, licking his lips, relishing your taste for a moment before he pushed himself up to your ear. “I’m about to change that. Suck up your heat and give it back to you so good. Gonna make you sweat…”

There was no need to whisper. You wouldn’t wake from his words.

It was his special voice he used; the one that could put a vampire’s prey into a trance. It was never without your permission when he spoke to you that way, was reserved for sacred moments like when you let him drink from your blood. .

He gave you just a little dose, just enough to keep you in a slumber. For now.

“No need to rouse yet, my love,” he said as he receded back down your body, peppering your skin with cool kisses. “M’ making sure you’ll wake when it’s time.”

Sitting back on his calves, he smoothed one hand over the curve of your hip in ever-growing circles, your bed-warm skin so hot against his. When the circles reached the meat of your ass, he stilled to gently squeeze you, coaxing a soft, low noise from your lips, making his cock twitch angrily. He wrapped his warmed hand around it and squeezed, oh so desperate to be surrounded by your heat.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “So good…”

He slowly turned you to your back with gentle hands and endless admiration, all his senses as sharp as his teeth, not missing anything. He was greedy to get between your thighs, to spread you open wide before him and drink you in, scent and taste and everything you would give him but this was a matter of slow and gentle things, a time for worship.

There would be time for debauchery soon enough.

Still, he couldn’t bite back the growl rising in his throat when he finally sat between your thighs and why should he? You so loved it when he growled and hissed, when he let out his feral side.

His mouth watered, and his teeth ached as he smoothed his hands up over the hot insides of your thighs, thumbs digging in lightly over where large arteries pumped your blood a little faster now.

“Beautiful,” he muttered. “So fucking divine.”

He lowered himself to his stomach, breathing deep through his nose for the first time since he turned you over.

Your scent made him drool.

Spit dribbled down his chin and to the sheet and Eddie ached to taste you and make you feel good, to mix his spit with your slick but his tongue was still too cold. But his fingers weren’t.

Averting his face from your pussy, he pressed his open mouth to your thigh. Your skin there was so hot, that this wouldn’t take to long and while he licked and sucked and kissed your legs with something else in mind, his thumb found your clit and drew soft circles around it. You sighed, hips stuttering and Eddie bared his teeth, indulging in grazing his fangs over your sensitive skin for a moment as he worked himself up up up and your clit between the slide two fingers.

You were so wet for him.

He moaned and you mewled when he finally sucked one of your swollen lips into his mouth.

“You taste so fucking good,” he almost whined and exchanged his fingers with his tongue. “All of you, just all of you… I want to devour you…” he mumbled into your folds and slid two fingers inside you where your pulse beat fast against the pads of his fingers. He could feel you tense around them as he started to stroke that spot.

You had been closer to the surface for a while and he took short breaks every now and then to talk to you to make sure you didn't came too close to it just yet, but not as deep as you had been when he’d found you. This seemed to be the sweet spot, awake enough for your body to enjoy what he did to you.

He needed to fuck you so bad.

Eddie ground his hips into the mattress, the sheet damp where the tip rubbed against it. He shuffled around and shoved his hand under his own hips, nice and warm from resting under your ass for a while. He groaned into your cunt as his fingers wrapped around his cock, a loud, hoarse sound and you lolled your head to the side, fingers scraping against the sheet.

“Hmm… E-eddie…”

Just an unconscious whisper, featherlight, but enough to break him.

He peeled his mouth away from you with effort and sat up.

“You awake, sweetheart?” he asked as he slid his hands under your knees and brought them up, draping them over his thighs. “No?” he ran his hands down his body, warm from you and the bed.

“Soon… so soon…” Gripping his cock, he ran his tip through your folds, moaning and cursing. “Can’t wait to look into your eyes…” He lined up with your hole and pushed in. Slowly, slowly, ready to retreat at the slightest sign of discomfort. Your brows drew together, your chest hitched and he reached down to softly play with a hard nipple. “Does this feel good?” he asked through his teeth. “You’re making that pretty face… fuck…”

He threw his head back, fully inside you and you still felt so hot, but he was warm and it was time to fuck you awake now. Eddie lowered himself over your chest, resting his forearms on the mattress, the tips of his hair grazing your skin and he slowly rolled his hips in shallow, aimed thrusts. Slow and steady, in and out, in and you sighed and out and your mouth parted and in and you licked your lips and out and your thighs squeezed him. Eddie picked up speed.

“Hmmm…ngh… Ed?”

“There you are,” he said and pushed in deep.

“Ah—“

And again. “Come to me, sweetheart. Join the fun.”

Your hand came up, waving around aimlessly before it landed on his biceps. “F’ck…”

“Good?” He brushed hair off your forehead. You were sweating now, just a thin sheen but he’d just started. “You feel so good—“

“Eddie…” Slow and drawled. “Fuck… what…”

He laughed and picked up speed again. You tilted your hips up and he reached so deep. “Holy fuck—“

“Oh g-god…”

“Look at me.”

You shook your head, both hands gripping his arms tight and a long, high sound swelled in your throat.

“Look at me, baby.”

Weak fists pounded against his shoulders. “M’ tryin’… trying… fuck, Eddie…” You opened your eyes, just a little but enough. “You’re so warm…”

And then he lost it.

He needed to be everywhere, touch all of you, taste all of you and held your chin as he lowered his lips to yours to slide his tongue inside your mouth to let you know what he’d done to you. Your hands in his hair pulled on his roots and he knew you knew-

“Can you taste yourself?”

-and your answer a low strangled moan and his pleasure a deep, viscous laugh before he lowered his chest to yours, his face to the crook of your neck and fucked you fucked you fucked you so deep and right where you liked it loved it needed it.

“You’re so tight, you’re gonna come for me already?”

“So… sensitive…”

“I know, I know… Just let go—“

A silent scream, air rushing violently down your throat and then you were twitching under him, writhing under him. He could feel the electricity rush through you, pull on your muscles and clench down down down on his cock-

“You good, moonshine?”

“Don’t stop!”

“Want another one?”

“Yes yes yes yes…”

So he didn’t stop. His mouth pressed against your pulse he gets you there again, lets you shatter again, picks you up again.

Slowing down he pushed up to look at you, to kiss you and praise you and oh the bliss on your face—

“Bite me.”

He groaned, teeth aching instantly.

“Bite me.”

He slowed down more and more and you smiled triumphantly before you cradled his face and lifted your lips to his and he drew back.

“If you want me to bite you, you’ll have to behave.”

“Just one kiss.”

“You know the routine. I need you to calm down.”

“Just one little kiss.”

He stilled his hips and gave you one little kiss that turned deep and bruising, wet and sharp. You bit his lips, three, four times before he pulled back, moaning your name.

“You’re wicked—“

“Bite me.”

“Nope, not with that heart rate. Not turning you into a fountain.“

“But you want to?”

“What? Drink your blood? Nah, but I’d take a glass of orange juice.”

You laughed, a little snort in there and he dropped his forehead to yours. Hot and sweaty against cool and dry.

A sigh. “Fuck that’s good… I’m so hot…”

“Told you I’d make you sweat.”

Your pretty face was a question mark and he laughed.

“Oh right, you were asleep.” You tensed around his cock, eyes wide and pulse picking up again. “That turning you on?”

“So much.”

“Gonna tell you more later… need you to relax now… I want my treat.”

Noses brushing, lips only grazing, Eddie’s hand on your chest, fingers drumming in sync with your heart. He loved it this way, the moment before he breached your skin, soft and silly and needy. You made it easy to forget the violence behind it.

“I love you,” he said in that special voice. It went straight to your eyes, lids suddenly a little heavy. “You know that, right?”

“I do…” You reached up to his face, index finger pushing at his upper lip and he pulled it back for you, knowing what you wanted. The ache in his fangs, already dull and throbbing picked up when you ran your thumb over them. “You’re beautiful, Eddie.”

He caught your wrist and kissed your knuckles before he let you go to put two fingers to your cheek, turning your face to the side, your chin up.

You trembled. Pulse picking up again. He nuzzled his face to your neck.

“Just a little sting, sweetheart. You like when it stings a little, right?”

A nod. His magic doing its work, calming you down. He grazed your neck with his teeth, drooling on your skin.

“Please.”

It was so easy, the way his teeth sank into you, so fast, in and out, just one two three seconds and then his lips closed around the bite and you flooded his mouth, hot and red and sweet. He moaned. Your hands in his hair and your blood in his mouth and he sucked because he needed more and at the same time rolled his hips for the same reason. Slowly, shallow, like in the beginning when you were just waking up to him fucking you.

“You gonna come for me, Eddie?” you breathed, lifting your hips to meet him.

His rhythm faltered, became erratic, so close so close so close andthe heat in his stomach was almost too much almost unbearable and then—

“Come inside me while you drink me.”

And he did, twitching, growling, thrusting deep deep even deeper inside you. He pulled back from your throat, pressed a palm to the bite while he shook, a thin dribble of red escaping him, black in the dim light and you praised him for ruining another set of sheets.

As soon as he came down enough to keep from shaking, his attention was all yours again. He flexed that muscle right under his jaw and a clear, viscous liquid flooded his mouth. He lifted his palm and let it drip to your neck to spread it with his tongue over the bite marks to stop the bleeding. It was instant. In about an hour, there would be nothing left to see. He hummed deep in his chest and kissed each puncture wound before he raised his head to find your face.

“Smile for me.”

And he did, teeth still dripping in blood and you returned the smile You wound your hand into his hair to pull him close and kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips for the second time tonight.

—

A little later, with your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you, Eddie’s fingers drew nonsense patterns into your skin with a featherlight touch. He still felt high on you, drunk on you, could still taste your blood on his tongue, could feel his cum sticky on his skin where your thigh was draped over him.

He could cry if he could cry.

“Your fingers are getting cold.”

Startled from his bliss he sighed and lifted his hand.

“Didn’t tell you to stop… feels nice.”

He pressed a kiss to your hair and resumed. Your voice was getting drowsy now.

“How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“M’ tired.” As if in confirmation, you yawned.

“I mean about tonight.”

“Oh,” you stirred, turning your face up to him. “Feelin’ good. Really good.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-hm… I’d like to do that again,” a pause, “if you like.”

“God, yes.”

“You’re such a cliche… better go check your vampire bingo card…”

You both broke into giggles, soft and warm in the darkness, but yours faded soon as your breath slowed down.

“You’nna stay?” you drawled.

“Yeah, of course. Going nowhere tonight.”

“Good,” he felt you smile against his chest. “What abou’ Wayne?”

“Gonna call him when you’re asleep. Don’t worry.”

He was almost sure you hadn’t really heard his answer anymore, your body feeling asleep again. But then you surprised him.

“Ed?”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to wake me before sunrise…”

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