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nikto and somno?
cw: somnophilia, non-con/dub-con, dark content. dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+
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nikto has a gross form of enjoyment and fulfilment. his pleasure and gratification is shameful and taboo to most, who don't understand his need and strong crave to feel the warmth of your sleeping, tight pussy pulsating around his thick, veiny shaft.
his balls are pressed firmly against your tight rear, grinding himself against you gently. nikto rolls his broad and muscular hips against you, letting out a hearty grunt beside your ear, muttering russian curse words at the throbbing, pounding sensation of your gummy walls clamping down around his weeping dick.
he finds joy in remaining still whilst balls deep inside your cunt. it helps him fall asleep, whilst nikto's roughened fingers rub your hips in soothing circles. perhaps he's a control freak — desperate to be in charge — or maybe, he just yearns for that trust between you two, for you to allow him to have his way with you whilst unconscious and completely defenceless against his corrupted and sadistic needs.
as long as you're completely unaware, nitko sees no issue...
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yanmuffins · 2 days
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SAFETY IN IGNORANCE.
Yandere! Prince! Gojo X fem! Isekai! Maid! Reader
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SUMMARY: You’ve been transmigrated to the world of an otome game, taking the place of one of Prince Satoru's personal attendants, a measly side character with no name or relevance to the story.
As it turns out, life in the castle isn't so bad, and the certainty of food and shelter is welcome when finding a way home isn't ever guaranteed. Besides, your boss isn't as insufferable as you thought he would be. It could be worse. Isn't it nice, knowing you're safe?
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WORD COUNT: 7.4k words (😮)
CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS: NONCON (no intercourse), somnophilia, mentions of past s/a, mild yandere behavior (if you squint?), mild derealization, AU setting.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: please be aware my writing is quite rusty!! this is the first piece of writing that i finish IN YEARS and it's a fucking jjk darkfic. sigh. writing smutty scenes is also so awkward lmao, forgive me if it sucks severely. at least i hope you enjoy this little fucked up fic in have cooked up. it's hot and ready to be consumed! (๑>؂•̀๑)
-> MINORS DNI !
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“TALES OF SPELLBINDING LOVE is a visual novel that takes place in a fantastical setting, where you can find your happily ever after with the character of your choice.”
It's been years – in this world, at least – but you still remember every word skimmed with dry, irritated eyes, as you stared at a bright screen, surrounded by the darkness of your own bedroom. It was another restless night among many, spent watching YouTube videos and reading pirated manga in questionable website, sipping on valerian tea.
So, like any other night, your adblocker dutifully served its purpose, shielding your browser from annoying, abusive, virulent ads.
Except for one.
“Enter the enchanting world of TALES OF SPELLBINDING LOVE through SARA, a kind-hearted peasant, as she meets all sorts of swoon-worthy suitors!”
You should have closed the page, sketchy as it was, but it had piqued your interest. It was a Friday night. You were sleepless. It was past midnight, tossing and turning in bed had done little to welcome slumber. Your home was tidy and organized from insomniac hours from nights before. You were bored.
“Play with a cast of handsome men, make the right choices and uncover exciting secret routes...”
Nothing about the web design told you the game was anything but a harmless dating simulator for an adult audience. Maybe it was the pastel color-scheme, with soft pinks, yellows, blues, purples and greens, or the elegant cursive font and colorful flowers adorning the page. In fact, other than the initial synopsis, there wasn't much to look at. No content warnings, nothing about the capture targets or the heroine you were supposed to be playing as, not even the usual information on how many endings or CGs you could get.
At the bottom of the page, “ENTER.” and “LEAVE?” buttons waited for a decision.
Maybe... you could give it a try? Hopefully it would entertain you until your eyelids finally grew heavy, allowing you to drift off before sunshine seeped through your window signaling dawn had arrived.
You clicked “ENTER.”.
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... And here you are now, mending Prince Satoru's shirt before another hunting trip.
It's been ten years since you've come to this world. Your own body replaced that of a nameless background character with no narrative purpose, allowing you to exist as yourself in this entirely alien reality. You're not sure how much time has passed in your original world, whether you've been dead for a decade or simply unconscious for a couple of minutes, and you haven't gotten any closer to finding out.
You sigh, weary, looking down at the flax linen shirt laid over your lap, needle in hand. Simple, at first glance, a bit worn, but a nice piece of garment not everyone could afford to have in their wardrobe. One of its puffed sleeves now torn at the shoulder lining, an unfortunate result of it being caught by a tree branch during horse-riding. Nothing you couldn’t fix, however, skilled as you’d become over the years.
Ten years in this world.
Ten years working as Prince Satoru’s personal maid.
You got rewarded for that.
The luxurious pearl necklace that became a part of your distinguished blue uniform, accompanied by a gold pendant encrusted with gemstones shaped like the Gojo’s family crest. It was an honor given to faithful, dutiful servants to the crown, closest to the royal family.
Satoru and you were both eighteen when you’d first presented yourself as his new personal maid. This body, undoubtedly yours, seemed to have aged down a few years, most likely to match the age of your predecessor. They had, apparently, been working hard to better their lot in life, aiming for an often-vacant position at the prince’s small circle of personal attendants. You inherited the skills they’d nurtured, bettering them along the years, allowing you to secure your spot as long as you have.
That, and Prince Satoru Gojo’s character trivia really came in handy an absurd number of times.
There were worse fates out there, especially for a transmigrated person like you. Sure, maybe life as a privileged noblewoman would have been ideal, even more useful in searching for a way home, but being a personal servant to Prince Satoru, as… Eccentric as he was, gave you advantages compared to other peasants, even other castle servants. Plenty of food, fine fabrics, individual accommodations, not having to exhaust yourself scrubbing floors all day or sweating by the heat of the kitchen fires – besides, the Gojo heir wasn’t quite as terrible a boss once you got used to him.
You remember finding his route in-game quite boring, full of cliché tropes and little to no conflict. He was also kind of an overbearing asshole the entire time, unlikability salvaged only by his elven good looks.
But nothing could have prepared you to the otherworldly beauty he posed standing right in front of you, in the flesh, for the first time, glacial orbs eyeing you up and down. You admitted to yourself – although begrudgingly, as he was your least favorite character among the ones you’d played – that Satoru Gojo was as handsome as they come and had every right to be smug about it.
Smiling to yourself, you put aside the needle and thread to hold up the shirt with one hand, gently tracing over the repaired sleeve with the other. You tug at it to test its resistance, nodding absentmindedly when its stays in place. It’s good as new, just in time for his hunting trip. You get up, taking a moment to adjust your skirts and straighten your white linen apron and coif, neatly folding the shirt and draping it over your arm. According to your pocket watch, his attendants should be waking him up at any minute now.
You grab the doorknob, wondering when you’d become so accustomed to this life.
And then you’re heading towards the prince’s chambers.
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Gojo’s head snaps in your direction as soon as he hears the door creak open, a lazy smile gracing his features. You bow to him, respectfully averting your eyes as an attendant removes his undertunic to reveal his naked form.
“Good morning, Your Highness.”
He doesn’t regard you immediately, arms raised as William, one of his attendants, quickly fetches the shirt from your arm and slips it over his head. It’s a morning ritual familiar to you by now, efficient movements shared between all three blue-clad servants in the room to make sure the prince will be properly dressed for his daily affairs.
Kai, your other colleague, hands you a black leather surcoat. It’s undoubtedly fit for royalty, handcrafted by the best tailor in the land; buttons of silver, western dragons embroidered on each side of its chest, facing each other, with gold thread some miller’s daughter had spun from straw – or so you’d heard. You feel his gaze upon you as you button up the overgarment, knowing exactly what he expects.
Gojo steps back when you’re done, doing a slow spin to show off his outfit.
“What flattery does this little doll have for me today?” He asks, “Do I look dashing?”
“Yes, my lord Prince, as always.” You respond, with a courtly nod of your head.
“What about my hair?”
“Soft like the finest silk in the land, fairer than the first snow of the season, Your Highness.”
“What about my lips?”
“Tender and pink like a freshly bloomed petunias in springtime, Your Highness.”
“And my eyes? And my eyes?” Gojo goads you on, a boyish excitement to his voice, his face coming a bit too close for comfort as if pleading to look up at him.
Playfully, your eyes meet his, granting his unspoken wish, holding his gaze for nothing more than a few seconds, a simpering smile you speak.
“So strikingly blue it would put a midday sky in a summer’s day to shame, Your Highness.”
He releases an exaggerated sigh before grabbing your face with both hands, squishing your cheeks – his touchiness hardly phased you anymore; harmless, albeit pestering –, head slightly cocked to the side and a pout on his lips.
“You tease.”
Kai, newer to the group, shoots an alarmed look towards William, who merely shrugs him off.
And just as quickly he releases you, storming out the door as you and your colleagues follow after him, hurrying along the hallway steps behind him like ducklings after their mother.
Gojo Satoru is exactly seven minutes late to meet his guests. Not his servant’s fault at all, of that, you are sure. You had checked your pocket watch while walking through the castle hallways, confirming he would be on time to meet his guests at the open area of the stables – that was, of course, before all the meaningless detours he took along the way. You’re not sure if he does it on purpose.
William had his weaponry arranged, waiting at the hands of a servant, while Kai had personally spoken to the Marshal to have his Highness’ horse ready, both having woken up earlier than usual to make the proper arrangements.
Naturally, they would follow him to the hunting trip, as part of his entourage, while you stayed behind and made sure all was perfect for their return.
Your arrangements included waking up as early as the kitchen staff, the sun barely peeking through the horizon, to revise the ingredients you’d requested in advance with the head cook, so a kitchen maid could go and fetch them from the forest or the market. You’d love to be able to traverse the markets or the woods freely, exploring, meeting new people, finding out new things about this world that could potentially lead to a way home — but alas, being a personal attendant to the prince meant tasks such as picking herbs at the woods or buying strawberries from a merchant were, per your colleague’s words, below you.
It's a nice day out. A faint breeze caresses your skin, cool enough to be refreshing, and the skies are clear and blue with not a cloud to be seen. The autumn sun shines gently upon the earth, sparing of its overbearing heat. Your presence isn’t exactly necessary, but Gojo has made a habit of you seeing him off and you wouldn’t miss an opportunity to be outside.
“Fashionably late as always, Satoru.” His grace, Geto Suguru, is the first one to speak up.
A swoon-worthy duke, with a storyline much too… disconcerting… for your taste. Though the number of times you’d spoken to Geto could be counted on your fingers, being in his presence still put you on edge. Not that he had ever done anything to you, but you’d accidentally met his eyes countless times, caught him staring at you with a gaze so invasive it made you feel like a criminal awaiting judgement.
“Late? Treason. A prince is always on time, Suguru.” Gojo replies with a nonchalant shrug, “You were the ones here early!”
Awaiting his arrival were a group of familiar young men. Most you had seen in-game through the extensive selection of capture targets, coming to meet them in-person over the years due to their ties with the prince. You had played some of their routes, but with the exception of Megumi – Gojo’s protégé – you hadn’t a reason to talk to them, merely exchanging a word or two or none at all when in their presence.
“Finally.”
Nanami Kento looks mildly inconvenienced as he speaks, tone flat, arms crossed over his broad chest and a visible scowl creasing his features. He was a retired knight, born a peasant, presently a Baron; a personal favorite of yours. You couldn’t help but steal a glance or two whenever he was around. You remember kicking your feet up in the air during his playthrough. Sometimes you still do.
Next to him stood Prince Yuji Itadori, too entertained by his own horse as he fed him a carrot. You have faint memories of playing his route, although you don’t remember finishing it. He was a sweetheart, from what you knew, periodically visiting from a neighboring kingdom to learn from Nanami and Satoru and cultivate friendly diplomatic relations. You’d cracked your head trying to recollect bits and pieces of his story, unsuccessfully. You had a pesky feeling it was relevant.
Fushiguro Megumi was last. Broody lost prince, currently hidden under Prince Satoru’s protection – you hadn’t played his route, but he was a constant side character in Gojo’s. He was still a child when you met him, shortly after Gojo brought him into the castle.
When Megumi notices you, there’s a smile; faint, barely noticeable, and he waves. You respond with a brief curtsy.
“Can we go?” Yuji protests, interrupting some petty squabble between Satoru and Suguru, “I hear there’s a huge wild boar running around causing ruckus around the village, I want to catch it!”
Mounted on his white steed, Gojo is a cliché as old as time; a trotting reminder of your being in a world that isn't your own. The anodyne sight of him looking down on you, pink lips softly curving upwards to gift you a kind smile as the sun shines from behind him is almost identical to one of the game’s CG’S. It shouldn’t – you’ve grown used to him, to living inside this game, material as your own world – but for a moment, and just a moment, the sight of a whimsical prince on a white horse wiggles an uncomfortable, yet familiar feeling of surrealness, unreality into your mind, making your stomach churn.
You ignore it. Mentally sweep it under the carpet of your subconscious. This is nothing new. You can spiral into an existential crisis over the absurd condition of your circumstances later, when you’re lying sleepless in bed staring at the ceiling.
You’ve run out valerian root, anyway.
“I am obliged to be away for an entire day!” He whines, words punctuated by dramatic sullenness to his body language.
You step closer to him, taking a respectful bow before offering him a pair of neatly-wrapped sunglasses, which he takes – a distinctive feature of his character.
“So, you must, Your Highness. Go, and may the mother of good luck be with you.”
Satoru extends an arm toward you, presenting his hand. You kiss it – your own lips touching soft, pristine skin; a needed reminded he was a person, made of flesh that could be touched and not pixels limited to a screen.
From your peripheral, Kai elbows William as discreetly as he can.
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You return to the prince’s sleeping quarters immediately after their departure. Overseeing the chambermaids, you watch them change the bedding for a fresh set, correcting the pair on your favored arrangement of pillows, fussing as they dust around the priceless ornaments around the chamber, amiably warning them to be careful.
When they’re done, you move onwards to the kitchen.
There are people watching you as you march through the hallways. Spying little peepers full of envy or admiration, or both, and you know what they’re looking at – the telltale blue fabric of your dress, a color so inaccessible to many, and the necklace you bear from years of service. Despite your own wishes, it makes you an intimidating figure, as if you’re an extension of royalty. Being a personal attendant to the prince meant upholding that image, keeping yourself unapproachable, discouraged from socializing and making merry with anyone but servants considered to be on your level.
Still, you greet the kitchen staff with a smile, trying to be as cordial as you possibly can. You know all of them by name, from the head cook to the scullery maid, all exceptionally busy for tonight’s private feast. It’s not your job to review the selection of dishes to be served, but you do so anyway, even if superficially, reminding them to provide a non-alcoholic beverage for the prince. Attentively, you listen to the head cook as he showcases the ingredients for the pastries you requested, assuring of their quality.
It's a bit of a hollow feeling when you leave the hustle and bustle of the kitchen, knowing the rest of your day will be spent alone. Without Gojo, there’s nothing much to do. Without William and Kai, your social circle has been just about reduced to zero.
But you do know where you’ll be spending all of those long, unending hours.
Being a personal servant to Prince Satoru gave you advantages. Privileges, if you will.
When he asked you what you would like for your latest birthday, you made quite a bold request. It’s the newest addition to the key bunch hanging from your waist – full, unbridled access to the royal library. The thought of having an entire day to search through never-ending shelves, making notes and finding books that could possibly lead to finding a way home cheers you up a bit.
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“Are you fornicating with the prince?”
You nearly choke on your drink when the question abruptly comes out of Kai’s mouth, unable to speak from the utter shock. William is at his side, chewing on a chicken leg, and can only stare wide-eyed at his colleague’s bluntness. It’s been a while since the hunting party returned, clear blue skies fading into shades of orange adorned by heavy, rumbling clouds. Outside, tree branches sway to the force of the wind, preparing to welcome a starless night of rain and cold. Gathered at the table on Prince Satoru’s solar room, the three of you were having dinner to replenish your energy before the feast while Gojo entertained his guests.
It was usually a casual moment to decompress. Not tonight, Kai had decided.
“What– No!” You retort, scandalized, “What could have given you that impression?!”
“What hasn’t given me that impression, you mean.”
“Kai–” William tries to interject, but you’re quicker to rejoinder.
“I am not… fornicating with anyone, especially not prince Satoru. There’s nothing like that between us. That’s… How he is. You’re just not used to him yet.”
“But–”
“I think we’re better off cutting this topic of conversation here.” William interrupts, slightest bit of panic in his voice, eager to deflect conflict, “I know you’re still adapting to your new position, Kai, and that’s why I’m sure (Y/N) will be kind enough to let this slide.”
William looks at you expectantly, almost pleading, and you scoff before crossing your arms over your chest. The mere notion seems ridiculous – you, doing the deed of darkness with one of the game’s capture targets, destined to fall in love with the heroine regardless of whether she decided to pursue him or not? It would be a disaster waiting to happen. You were nothing if not a professional, serving your boss to the best of your power, and all of Satoru’s affections stemmed from his own outlandish personality. That was all. Your dynamic could be less than orthodox, but it was platonic in its nature.
“Come now, we can’t afford not to get along. Kai, apologize to (Y/N). I have worked alongside her for ten long years, and if she says she’s not engaging in improper acts with the prince, then she’s not.”
Kai silently looks between the both of you, finally letting out a defeated sigh.
“It’s a reasonable question, seeing you two…” He insists, shifting uncomfortably on his seat, “But I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”
“It’s fine, I guess. No one has ever insinuated that before.”
“Not to your face, doll.” Kai shrugs, nonchalant.
You want to snap back at him, but in comes the realization that he’s not wrong. Perhaps it was living within your bubble, mostly limited to your coworkers and your boss, had made you clueless to people outside and what gossip ran about you. William and Benji, Kai’s predecessor, had accompanied you in serving Gojo for a decade; neither of them would ever dare question your relationship with the prince or the harmless liberties involved; they were accustomed to it. And, well, you were accustomed to the point you thought everyone else saw it as you did: normal. The sudden realization that not all would find Prince Satoru’s toward you something ordinary was a staggering concept in your mind – but it was so simple. So obvious.
Then again, it never occurred you to ask…
“Do you think it’s weird, William? Be honest.”
“I have no opinion of anything, ever.” William stated, crossing over his heart with his right hand, “But now that you mention it, Benji did confide in me, shortly before he was relieved from service. Said something about ‘inappropriate displays of affection towards a heedless maiden’, I believe?”
“Oh. Benji never said anything like that to me.”
“He wouldn’t. Between you and me, he had a soft spot for you, so I do believe that statement was a little biased.”
On your face, an expression of utter confusion. You never noticed any signs of Benji liking you romantically, but then again, you apparently don’t notice much around you. The chicken seems to have lost its taste when you bite into it, mind too preoccupied with the conversation you just had. Not that there’s any use reminiscing about Benji – the man having been released from service only a month prior, after prince Satoru arranged him a marriage to a marquis’ daughter.
Now that you think of it, he didn’t seem too pleased about the match. Or about leaving.
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The stone-walled bathroom smelled of fresh flowers and citrus. Sliced oranges and grapefruits, calendulas, sunflowers, rose petals, mint leaves, forget-me-nots, floating in the steaming hot water that filled the circular, wooden bathtub. Night has long since arrived, and even with the shutters of the only window in the room closed you can still hear the heavy rain pouring against glass and the rattling of wood caused by unrelenting wind.
Despite that, the candles illuminating the room, as well as the small fire burning underneath a boiling pot of water, kept the room pleasantly warm.
On the other side of the door, William and Kai undress the prince. All had retired to their respective bedchambers by now, and it’s not long before the pair of attendants are dismissed for the night. Gojo is already disrobing by the time he enters the bathroom, excitedly blabbering about the hunting trip as he plops the velvet garment onto your waiting hands, stepping into the warm embrace of the thoughtfully drawn bath. Suddenly, the ceiling becomes particularly interesting.
He lets out a long, satisfied sigh.
“… Not that I’m complaining about tonight’s banquet, though. I’m just a bit disappointed, you know? All the fuss people were making over a silly boar, and it made a passable meal at best…”
You hang the robe. From a tray placed beside the fireplace you select a pink macaron, feeding it to him before you start to work a soapy sponge along his skin. It had been a deeply embarrassing experience at first, aiding him in his baths; with time, however, like many other things, it had faded into normalcy. Nothing but work, is what you tell yourself when you elevate one of his sinewy legs with your hand, sponge inching closer and closer to his groin. You steal a quick glance at him, half-listening to his words, seeing Gojo laid back, unashamed by your ministrations, playing with the petals of a soggy sunflower.
“Ah– Megumi! His aim is getting better. He’s gotten really good at shooting with a bow and arrow…”
You wash the soap off your hands when you’re finished with his body. You feed him a small tart, topped with vanilla cream, strawberries, and blueberries. Still, he prattles on, words muffled by his munching,
“… mmph… And Suguru is still being weird about that wife of his… Something-something ‘she’s different from before’ and refused to elaborate…”
He quiets down a bit once you retrieve a warm compress, placing it over his eyes, fingers moving to either side of his temples to massage them with gentle circular motions. He relishes a bit on the relief it brings after a day straining his eyes. As he relaxes further under your touch, you let your mind wander, recounting the frustratingly slow progress with your research.
Even with access to the great royal library, the sheer number of books on varying topics was discouraging enough to tempt an emotional breakdown. You scoured through shelves, gathering a collection of sorcerer biographies, spell books, history books, encyclopedias – anything that could hold the subtlest bit of information regarding transmigration. And still… Nothing. Your eyes still felt a bit dry, a lingering headache from reading within the ill-illuminated library. All you had at this point were your own theories – and that wasn’t saying much.
If only you could leave the castle for a bit. A frightening thought, of course, as you could count on a single hands the number of times you had seen the world beyond the castle walls, never straying too far from the place you now called home. All of those occasions you had been following Prince Satoru on some of his trips, mostly diplomatic, with no freedom to walk around and talk to people as you pleased.
Perhaps a vacation was all you needed. Your “parents” lived not too far, if you remembered correctly, on one of the neighboring villages subservient to the Gojo crown. A favored place for merchants to gather, fairly populated, maybe if you tried investigating–
“(Y/N)?? (Y/N)??” Gojo’s fingers are snapping in front of your face, his eyes still covered by the compress, “Are you listening to me?”
“Oh! I’m sorry, Your Highness. I think my mind just wandered for a bit…” You apologize, hurriedly forgoing his temples in favor of washing his hair, “What was it?”
He remains oddly silent as you pick up a smaller bucket of ambient-temperature water, delicately wetting his hair. You weren’t giving mere empty flattery earlier in the day; running your hands through his hair truly felt like touching the finest of silk.
“You know…” He starts, “I notice your mind tends to wander a lot, especially these days...”
There’s an edge to his tone, one you rarely hear him use.
“Your eyes seem to wander an awful lot, too, lately.”
Another pause. There's no silence in the room, just an uncomfortable absence of words; You hear the fire crackling. You hear the water boiling and bubbling, thinking for a moment you should check the temperature of his bath to see if it needs to be warmed. You hear the muffled sound of rain against glass. You hear wooden shutters rattling. There's a strange shift about the air, and you're confused, unsure of what he could mean.
He answers your unspoken question before the words have a chance to leave your mouth.
“I saw you stealing those little glances at Nanami.”
You stand, bucket in hands, mouth agape – embarrassment. The heat of complete embarrassment that overtakes you feels like cold water poured down on your body. Your hands feel a little weak as you quickly try to regain your composure, looking away from Gojo despite knowing his eyes aren’t on you.
Fiddling with the hem of your apron, you try to find your words.
“When… When did you–” You stammer, “How…”
“Ah-ha! So, you plead guilty. That’s soooo shameless, flower.”
The familiar playfulness in his tone brings back a bit of confidence. Still, there’s something about it you can’t quite place; for a moment, you think there’s a bark to it, bitterness. Perhaps it’s something unpleasant about his day that he’s hung up about, increased by you not listening to him. He’s just teasing, you conclude, trying to vent whatever annoyance peeved him by picking on you.
You massage Prince Satoru’s scalp with shampoo – or the closest thing they had to it, in this world – hoping to placate his abrupt change in mood. Maybe you’ll hand-feed him another macaron.
“I was just… Looking.” You offer, cautiously, unsure if any explanation would make it better or worse for yourself, “There’s no harm in looking. Lord Nanami was admirable as a knight, and he’s handsome…”
Worse, if the crease between his eyebrows is anything to go by.
“… But not nearly as handsome as you, my prince.”
That seems to appease Gojo who, with a petty harrumph, relaxed into your touch again. Appealing to his ego always seemed to get you out of trouble. You’d never thought to be grateful for his petulant grouching, but it's music to your ears compared to the spitefulness from a few moments ago.
“I just find it vexing. Why would you ever bat those little eyelashes at Nanamin when you have the Morgan le Fay of men right in front of you to admire?”
“There’s no need for jealousy, Your Highness.”
You were just a humble fangirl admiring your bias, after all. You weren’t made of stone.
“At the stables. During the banquet. Would you like to have a portrait of Nanamin, so you can gawk at him when he’s not here, too?”
You rinse his scalp, running your hands through locks of his hair.
“I am so very sorry, my prince. Speaking of... Uh... Speaking of banquets! I hear there will be a ball."
It's a poor attempt to change the subject, and you can only give Satoru a sheepish, almost apologetic smile when he raises one side of the compress to acknowledge it as such, quirking an inquisitive eyebrow at you.
There will be a ball. In a month, to be exact. You know that not just from the growing agitation within the castle, or the coming and going of unfamiliar faces hired for temporary work, but because you had been counting the days for this very event ever since you realized this was the ball that kickstarts the main story, taking place towards the end of the prologue. It meant the heroine would finally show up.
You're not sure what it will mean for you.
“Sure, a ball...” He says, “My old folks said they would invite all the eligible maidens across the land because they want me to find a wife.”
“I'm sure you’re not too psyched about this...”
Prince Satoru vehemently nods in agreement.
“... But who knows? Give it a chance, you might just meet the love of your life there.”
“Pfft– Right, I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
“And why not?  
“Well, what if I already met the love of my life?”
Then that would be some pretty weird timing, Your Highness. Prince Satoru wasn’t supposed to meet the heroine until a few days before the ball takes place, in a beautiful clearing out in the countryside, where they’ll share a lovely meet-cute after he nearly tramples her with his horse.
“Alright…” You spouted, unsure, “Why not bring her to the ball, Your Highness?”
“She’ll be there.”
His rosy lips curve into a conspiratory smirk, mostly to himself, blissfully unaware of the can of worms he just opened inside your mind. Had he already met the heroine? But it was way too early! It couldn’t be– or could it? You’ll have to check the makeshift calendar on your notebook. The timeline you wrote down, as well. There has to be some sort of plot hole you’re missing, or maybe the events have been thrown out of place for some reason.
“But you’re right, maybe a ball won’t be so bad. They said any eligible maiden across the land, rich or poor, of high or low birth. It’s an opportunity!” He announced, the last word said with enough enthusiasm to make you jump.  
Once again, you don’t have the time to ask what he means– or to avert your gaze as he abruptly steps out of the bath, getting an eyeful of his bare ass against your will. You pat him dry with a towel as he helps himself to the tray of tarts and macarons. He extends both arms when he’s done so you can slip on the velvet, deep blue robe back on his body. Another towel is wrapped around his head.
The robe keeps him warm as he sits on a chair, waiting for you to come and finalize his night routine. You stay behind in the bathroom, emptying the bathtub, turning out the fire, disposing of the unused boiling water since Prince Satoru had decided to cut his bath short tonight.
When you close the door behind you, the smell of flowers and citrus is still in the air, stuck to his skin. You hum a tune as you brush his hair, its strands like gossamer, offering no resistance to the bristles.
“(Y/N).”
Gojo lifts up his head, not a hint of playfulness in his face or his tone.
“Yes, Your Highness?”
And yet his eyes are soft as they burn into yours, as if thinking, evaluating.
“Who, in this land, is the fairest of all?”
Every time he asks you this, you wonder if there was some dialogue you missed in the game. Nevertheless, the blatant reference makes you want to laugh; with him, though, the answer is always the same. There is no one to overshadow his beauty, objective, obfuscating, infuriatingly incontestable, and he knows that– you know that.
“You alone, my prince, are the fairest of all.”
If you were anyone else, you’d swoon at the smile he graces you with.
“By the way, I have something for you.”
There is a small box on the table he’s seated by, simple, with a golden latch, inconspicuous enough to only catch your attention when Gojo slides it closer, opening it to reveal an assortment of herbs tied together with a string.
“Since you ran out of valerian root…”
There wasn’t a single herb you could recognize, at least not with the dim candlelight. Despite this, you were pretty certain there was no valerian in that box.
“How did you know, Your Highness?”
“Those eyebags under your eyes, I know you haven’t been sleeping well.” He says, matter-of-factly, “Some old hag passed by the hunting lodge today, selling all sorts of things. Said this was a potent mixture of herbs for those with sleeping problems. It’s all safe, I’ve had the royal apothecary check it.”
You breathe a sigh of relief, retrieving the box and holding against your chest. You hope it knocks you right out. Heavens know you need it, after today.
“This is so generous, Your Highness… I don’t know how to thank you.”
“No need.”
He latches the box closed.
“Just have a deep, dreamless sleep for me.”
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It was the very witching time of night, and the castle lay silent. Darkness reigned in its corridors, desolate and cold, broken only by flashes of lighting tearing through stygian skies.
Take pity, take pity on one who is sick of love.
Fire dances at the top of a candle, threatening to vanish at any moment, as one living soul treads through slate flooring, airy footsteps growing closer to your chamber door.
Satoru feels guilt twisting inside his stomach, that nauseating feeling of contrition before consummation. It doesn’t stop him, it never did – he isn’t delusional as to think his actions are without sin, but at least he knows he isn’t fully without a conscience. And yet, what is the point of guilt, overridden by excitement, conquered by overwhelming love, as he turns the key to your bedchamber, to defile you once again?
Defile, Satoru thinks to himself, is such an ugly word.
Your door doesn’t creak when opened. A simple spell to ward off prying ears, lest he has to replace another servant; Satoru had come to learn how thin those walls could be, sensitized to the littlest of noises in the dead of night.
He locks the door behind him, placing the candlestick holder on your bedside table.
There’s not much to see in the darkness, except for your pliable, sleeping form. You don’t feel the weight of your mattress shifting, so deep in slumber, as Satoru sits by the edge of your bed with the familiarity of a husband; and he likes to pretend, too, that these late-night rendezvous have an amorous twist to them. Isn’t it romantic, to be visited by a paramour so secretive you’re neither awake nor aware to receive?
What is he, if not a dedicated, twitterpated, infatuated princely lover sneaking through the hallways of his own castle to meet his beautiful dove, his golden trinket, his falcon’s eye–
But he isn’t delusional as to think his actions are without sin.
Satoru knows there’s nothing appealing about exploiting your vulnerabilities. If you were to ever find out, if you were to open your little eyes at this very second to see him stripping of his undertunic, the lovely relationship you’d built would crumble in a matter of seconds. It would break his heart into a million pieces, to see the horrified look of realization upon your face. And he feels the burning of guilt at the back of his mind, easy to dismiss, as his hands roam your body, past your clocked stockings of cotton and up your white shift.
He would hate to hurt you.
Which is why you’ll never find out. Your relationship can bloom into something far more precious that way, and soon he won’t need these nightly visits for fulfill the base needs you ignite in him. He often dreams of your wedding night, with you awake, receptive to his embrace, and then he’ll finally cross the one line he hasn’t dared to trespass all these years.  
The shift is carefully slipped off your body. His cock is dribbling with pre-cum, twitching at the sight of your hardening nipples. He bedews one digit with his saliva as he lays by your side, spreading your legs just enough to slip one hand between to stroke your clit, peppering your breast and neck with kisses, nibbles, and nips.
Your body is more than accustomed to his touch by now – and for a moment, he wonders if you’ll be confused on your wedding night when, just like now, your folds grow wet with so little stimulation. Soon he hears the change in your breathing as it becomes heavier, increasingly ragged, little whines starting to come out of your lips.
Still, you don’t wake. 
Not even as he slides a finger inside your soaked entrance.
It’s tight, temptingly tight, torturingly tight, but Satoru has enough self-control not to push himself through your folds. Not tonight. He can wait, he will wait until, eventually, you’ll be awake and willing to take his cock. He takes comfort knowing that day is not too far.
Satoru sits between your legs to rub his cock as he fingers you, biting his lip as not to let a wanton groan out.
"Fuck..."
It's not very regal to swear. He's never done so in front of you.
His voice is already strained, not above a whisper, when he sits up, settling between your legs to rub his cock with one of your limp hands. There are two fingers inside you now, Satoru biting his lip as to repress a moan stuck in his throat. He hates having to keep quiet, but the walls are thin, and it would be a lot more trouble than it's worth to deal with nosy neighbors.
Satoru isn't alarmed when you stir, eyebrows knitted slightly as he kneaded your clit with his thumb. It's not a sign you're waking up.
His fingers are coated in viscid, clear juices, thrusting in and out of your pussy with practiced ease. He can barely keep them inside when you tighten up, little tremors running through your body as you cum with a strangled whimper.
Satoru forgoes your hand in favor of positioning himself on between your folds, using your wetness to rub his length along your pussy, prodding at your clit with each upward motion. He’s lying atop you now, muscled chest glued to yours, gently suckling on your neck and muffling his low, guttural groans on your skin. His hips move at a controlled pace, refraining himself from how rough he wants to be with you – he’s still hung up about Nanami, after all –, feeling his own orgasm approach.
Your bed doesn’t creak, either.
He thinks of finally being enveloped by your insides, how your velvety walls would choke his cock when he made you cum. How your lips would touch his and you’d kiss, really kiss, how your body would respond to his touch when awake. What faces would you make for him? Would you look away, embarrassed, throw your arms around him and hold him tightly to you? He was dying to see you, to fill your womb as he looked deep into your open eyes.
Satoru Gojo isn’t delusional as to think his actions are without sin.
He’s delusional to a fault. And as much as he feels bad for you, for his horrible acts of debauchery against your unresponsive body – and all other perversions along the way – there’s hardly any guilt when he grips his cock with a tight fist, tugging at his length as spurts of pearly-white cum land on your bare stomach. His chest heaves, breath labored, half-lidded blue eyes staring at his handiwork with a dopey smile on his face.
Lighting illuminates the room, followed by thunder rumbling so deeply across the earth he swears he feels the walls shake. Candlelight flickers.
He cleans you up, not a trace of arousal to be found when he’s done, shift slipped back onto your body. For a moment, he sits at the edge of your bed again, leaning back on his arms. How he would love to wake up with your between his arms – but alas, you’d be much alarmed to see him by your side when morning comes.
He dresses himself, not before placing a chaste kiss goodnight on your forehead.
A ball, he ponders, that ought to be fun.
And as he leaves, candlestick holder in hand, locking the door behind him, there’s no guilt badgering his mind – only dresses. A selection of skirts and frills fluttering about, an appointment with the best seamstress in the kingdom; Satoru wonders which design he’ll choose for you to wear at the ball, smiling smugly to himself as he skips down the hallway, back to his chambers.
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You wake with a startle, groggy, disoriented.
Resting in its usual spot at your bedside table, your trusty pocket watch indicates you’ve woken up a little over fifteen minutes later than you’re supposed to – Not too bad of a delay, which eases your initial panic. You’ll have to hurry up a bit when getting ready, but at least you won’t be late for work.
The herbs have worked a little too well, you conclude – gifted you dreamless sleep, devoid of interruptions, knocking you out barely an hour after drinking the tea you brewed. Although you had yet to fully wake up, there was newfound motivation to get on with your day after a much-needed good night’s sleep.
You make a mental note to properly thank Prince Satoru again. It was unexpectedly considerate of him to notice.
A shiver runs down your body as fresh air enters through your bedchamber window, caressing your face with its gelid touch. You see movement downstairs, servants and knights who have begun their day earlier than you. Beyond castle walls you saw the city, merchants coming and going through dirt roads among trees painted in breathtaking yellows, oranges and reds, its fallen leaves scattered over green grass. In the distance, you see neighboring villages, castles so far, they nearly faded into the horizon. The sun is out again, blue skies adorned by white, fluffy clouds.
The faint, comforting smell of freshly baked bread hits your nostrils.
You should get ready– you don’t want to be late, of course. But there is time for a quick look in the mirror, to check if your exhaustion-induced eyebags have been minimized, even if ever-so-slightly. It’s only then that you notice, attention diverted from the area around your eyes, three small, faint red spots on your neck and collarbone.
You touch them, briefly wondering where they could possibly have come from; but you don’t have the time to dwell on it for more than a few seconds, your neck will be covered anyway. One last look at the mysterious marks and you shrug, brushing them off. It’s nothing to worry about, anyway.
Must have been a bedbug.
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an unhealthy obsession
Online boyfriend x afab!reader
A/n: this was rushed, sorry y'all 😞🌺
tw: noncon, drugging, somnophilia, identity fraud, mentioned cheating, online relationship, kidnapping, mention of masturbation
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💉you met Xavier exactly a year and a half ago. A friend Introduced you, with you both quickly hitting it off. He was so charismatic and friendly! He made you feel good inside. Becoming mutuals, you were chatting everyday. (After confirming he was a real person and who he said he was)
💊 but little did you know he was lying about everything. All the pictures he sent? Edited. His calls and voice recordings? Distorted to where you can't recognize it. He was highly insecure, thinking that if you knew who he really was you'd turn your nose in disgust
💉he wasn't actually Xavier. He was an ex boyfriend you used to have in highschool, freshman year. You knew most relationships at that age never lasted long, but you couldn't help and feel hurt when you walked in on him messing around with some girl. You forgot his name...
💊 he regretted what he did. He really did! But he knew you wouldn't give him another chance so easily. So he was left to pretend to be someone else, just to hear your laugh. See your face through pictures. He couldn't get you out of his head! His parents were never there for him, but you were. You were always there. Loving and coddling him. He'd be damned to let that go so easily
💉it took a while to get your friend to introduce him, and every bone in his body to not jump and squeal in joy when you both finally "met". But now that you've been dating for a while, you want to meet up.. that's not good. He can keep making excuses for so long until you get tired
💊 so he does anything to pacify you. Sending you money, gifts, flowers. All while stroking himself to hearing your excited rambles on call. How many times has he shamelessly masturbated to your voice? He couldn't count. You were just too sexy!
💉 his resolve lasted only 5 more months until he finally agreed to meet you. His heart beating with anxiety as he waited in the cafe. Wearing sunglasses, a facemask and a hoodie. Brushing it off as him being shy you sat next to him and quickly started talking. As if you weren't uneasy by his (lack of) appearance. God how he adored you.
💊 you went on multiple dates after that, trying to convince him to take off the mask and glasses but he was stubborn. 'Till he got a grand idea. Inviting you to his house was the biggest blessing for him, and the biggest nightmare for you. Setting up a fancy dinner in his living room, whipping up your favorite dish and drink. Crushing fertility and sleeping pills in the food
💉clueless you trusted him blindly, giving him a kiss on the cheek and smiling fondly at the romantic setting. He pulled out a chair for you to sit down, and pushed it back in once you did. Still wearing his glasses and face mask, but at this point you didn't mind it as much
💊 he watched you eat quietly, chit chatting as he could feel all the blood rush to his cock in anticipation of his dubious plan. You started to feel drowsy and apologized halfway to finishing your food, your cup empty as you went to the sofa and fell ontop of it. Barely conscious
💉he grinned, taking off his glasses and mask, picking you up easily and shakily Snaking a hand down to tug off your clothes. worming his tongue in-between your lips, Hungrily lapping at your saliva while plopping you onto the bed.
💊 he ripped off his shirt, grabbing a bottle of lube and shoving the tip into your hole. Squirting it inside as he teased your genitals. Pulling the bottle away, he quickly replaced it with his dick's tip. Shoving it in and letting out a satisfied groan, bottoming out inside your slippery insides.
💉 he wasted no time In pounding into you, holding your hips flushed against his as he was determined to breed your tight pussy. Bending down a bit to suckle on your breasts, biting and nibbling anywhere he could reach. He went all night, until he physically couldn't give you anymore of his sperm.
💊 flopping ontop of you, he kissed your unconscious form tenderly, caressing your tummy with a loving smile. When you'd wake up, you'd definitely remember your ex boyfriend, Damien.
"so pretty.. now you can't leave me, because soon We'll have a baby on the way~ you wouldn't mind living in the forest where no one can find you right? Hah, ofcourse you don't.."
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littlegirly · 2 months
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pretending to be asleep while he fucks you, only for him to whisper "i know you're awake" in your ear 😵‍💫😩
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nobelisha · 8 months
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thinking abt ghost dick again
waking up to something filling me. It’s sizeable, but nothing I can’t deal with. Putting my hands to my cunt, trying to figure out whats going on and feeling, but not seeing something inside me. Slowly it starts to move until its pounding me into the bed, but when i reach down to rub my cunt, a hand cracks against my face and stops its movement inside of me. I wait for it to start up again, but it doesn’t so I get ready for work.
In the shower, the something inside me grows a little bigger, as hands begin groping my chest, leaving me moaning for more. I reach down to rub my cunt, but once again a hand cracks against my face and the hands leave my tits alone, leaving me with a slightly bigger dick inside me. I groan at the frustration but finish getting ready for work.
At work, I’m talking to a coworker when the something gets bigger again. I excuse myself to my cubicle just as a feel something sliding into my asshole. Both somethings began pumping in and out of me, leaving me to rock my hips against my chair. Reaching to rub my cunt, desperate to cum, but I’m slapped again and the pounding stops. Tears well in my eyes, but I keep rocking trying to get more stimulation, but something slides over my clit and I don’t feel anything anymore.
At home, I strip and the pounding begins right away. I fall to the floor face down, ass up, drooling as I’m pounded so good. I know now not to touch, so instead I beg. Beg for more, harder and faster and to please let me cum.
I’m nudged to the couch arm and my legs are spread over each side. The pounding resumes, harder than before. There’s something expanding inside of my ass and cunt and I began rutting against the couch arm. I move my hips back and forth, chasing my pleasure when hands grope around my tits pulling and squeezing and pinching. Moaning and begging, when I feel my release building up, the pounding speeds up and hands slap at my body. My ass, my cunt, my tits and face jiggle with the force of each slap. A hard slap to the face is what sends me over, and i cum long and hard
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yourneedylilpup · 3 months
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thinking of having a roommate who loves seeing me walk around in an oversized shirt with no bra and pj shorts that make them question if i’m even wearing anything underneath because of how thier hidden by the shirt.
i want them to be a little creep who gets off on how trusting i am towards them.
who sneaks into my room when i’m out to steal my panties and use them as a cum rag before putting them back in my closet. knowing i’ll wear them even if i see the stains cause i’ll just assume i ruined them myself and decide they’ll work until i get some new pairs.
who watches me put on location after i shower, seeing me rub the white cream into my skin and wishing it was their cum covering me instead, taking my half empty bottle of cream and adding a couple loads of thick cum to it, loving the way i don’t question why the bottles are little fuller now, nearly creaming their pants seeing me cover myself in the cum filled location, it’s almost like their claiming my body marking it as theirs.
who can’t take it anymore and sneak into my room while i’m asleep, find me sleeping in those ridiculously short pj bottoms, moving them to the side, seeing my pretty pussy presented just for them, getting me nice and wet with their tongue while stretching me out with two fingers, adding a third to make sure i’m nice and prepared, finally getting to fuck me all nice and gentle like a cute princess, so blissed out finally being able to touch me in the the depraved ways they’ve been craving and hearing me make those sweet sleepy moans that bring them so close to the the edge that they don’t notice how rough they’re getting with me, pausing mid thrust when they hear me whisper their name, looking down to see my half awake and unfocused eyes, slowly starting to thrust again while cooing at how cute i am to be having such a depraved dream about my roommate, lulling me back to sleep while still fucking into my wet cunt, cumming harder than they ever have before right into my pussy only to pull out and watch it leak out of my hole, using thier thumb to push it back into my cunt before wiping their hand in my hair and fixing up my shorts, going back to their own room completely spent and ready for sleep.
who wakes up the next morning to see me act like nothing happend and i don’t have dried cum covering my thighs and making my bed head worse.
maybe my lovely roommate will decide to start making nightly visits to my room to test just how oblivious i can be.
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kinanabinks · 5 months
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dark nights
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you don't think sharing a room with your lecturers is a big deal. not until professor rogers starts going a little too far with his sleepwalking. thankfully, professor barnes is there to talk you through it.
content warning: dark!steve x f!reader x soft!dark!bucky, age gap, somnophilia, dub/noncon, naive!reader, smut, voyeurism, booby stuff, fingering, penetrative sex, rough sex, cream pie, cockwarming.
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As you lie on your side, the gentle sound of rain pattering against the window soothes you. You've never been quick to fall asleep, but the motel's lumpy mattress isn't helping. You are appreciate of Steve's warmth, though, and the fact that you don't feel uncomfortable to be sharing a bed with him at all.
When Professor Barnes invited you on this research trip, you knew you couldn't turn the opportunity down. Two weeks with two of the greatest minds in quantum physics? You had to say yes, utterly honored that they allowed you, a mere freshman barely two months into her college career, to accompany them.
Bucky was happy to take the sofa bed, where he lays now. He's still awake; you can hear him typing on his phone every so often. It's only been ten minutes since you got into bed but they did tell you Steve takes only minutes to fall into a deep sleep. They also warned you that he's prone to sleepwalking, which doesn't worry you - until you feel his arm wrap around you.
"Professor Rogers?" You whisper, turning your head to find his eyes closed as he softly snores.
"Everything alright?" Bucky asks you from the couch. The lamp by the TV is still on so you can clearly see him sitting up.
"Uh, yeah," You reply lowly. "All good."
Not convinced by your tone, Bucky stands up to check on you, his brows furrowing. "Steve sleepwalks, as we mentioned, pay it no mind," He assures you. "Try and get some sleep, flower. Big day tomorrow."
You take his advice, shutting your eyes and trying your best to relax - but then you feel Steve's hand cup your breast. You suck in a gasp, your eyes flying wide open.
"Professor Barnes," You call out to Bucky, who's still standing by the couch.
"What's wrong?" He asks you, taking a step closer.
"He.... he's touching my... chest," You manage to spurt out, cringing inwardly.
Bucky tuts, slowly walking over to you. "I'm sorry about him, but you must stay calm," He tells you firmly. "You can't wake up a sleepwalker."
Steve's fingers start rubbing and pulling at your nipple, making you freeze up. "He... Professor Barnes, please stop him!" You beg him desperately.
"Shh," Bucky whispers soothingly, coming closer to where you lay. His glasses rest lowly on his nose, the pipe in his mouth letting out smoke. "Be brave, flower. It can be incredibly dangerous to wake someone while they're sleepwalking."
"I - this isn't sleepwalking," You whisper, holding back your whimpers while Steve paws at your tits.
"Ah, but it is," Bucky retorts. "Sleepwalkers don't only get up and trot around in the night. I've heard some cases where they cook and eat an entire meal while asleep, and one man even drove all the way to work. It's a dynamic ailment, flower, please be patient with him. I'm sorry, I didn't know Steve's sleepwalking could manifest in a sexual manner, but I'm sure he'll stop soon."
You bite down on your lip and hope he's right. Carefully, you try to move Steve's hands off your breasts, but he only squeezes them harder, making you squirm. Suddenly he pulls up your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cold air - and worse, to Bucky's eyes.
"Professor," You shudder, bringing your hands up to cover your chest.
"Just relax," Bucky says lowly, his eyes dark. "It'll be over soon."
Steve pins your left shoulder down firmly before moving his head down. You aren't sure what he's doing until you feel his lips wrap around your nipple. A whimper leaves your mouth as he sucks on your tit, conflicting feelings coursing through you. Though you're terrified and embarrassed, you also feel pangs of pleasure shooting through you like electricity.
"Remain calm, flower," Bucky utters soothingly. "Let him continue and he'll stop on his own accord. We cannot wake him."
You're slightly frustrated at his words - surely a professor forcing his way on a student, whether consciously or not, is more important than whatever danger to Steve you would be posing by waking him up? You try to push him off you, but even in slumber, he's much too strong and heavy for you to try and fight against him.
Steve's hand suddenly pushes past the hemline of your shorts and bypasses your panties. You almost squeal as his fingers plunge into you with no warning, three digits stretching your entrance. The ease with which he's able to slide in, the juices which coat his fingers, leave you incredibly ashamed.
"Professor Barnes," You cry lowly between shaky breaths. "It - he's hurting me."
"Shh, shh, shh," Bucky hushes you as he places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry about this, honey, I really am, but there's nothing I can do. Try and close your eyes, think about something else."
You squeeze your eyes shut but no pleasant thoughts can distract you from Steve fucking you with his fingers. He curls and scissors them inside you, making your stomach flip. The sound of his fingers sloshing in and out of your wet cunt fill the room, and you're utterly humiliated.
Small whines and moans rush past your lips uncontrollably as Steve fingers you faster, his mouth still latched onto your hard nipple. You wince, trying not to let the pleasure take over, determined to remain professional.
"You're doing so well, flower," Bucky says as he looks your body up and down, watching as Steve violates you. "Being such a good girl, so calm."
"Please, Sir," You whimper, shaking your head. "Make him stop."
"I'm sure it won't be much longer, now," Bucky assures you, biting on his smoke pipe. "That's it, flower, stay nice and relaxed."
Your heart is beating out of your chest and it only beats harder when you feel Steve's hard cock resting against your bare thigh. Before you can move away from him, he pulls his fingers out of you and rips apart your shorts, panties and all. Your body is frozen in shock as he shoves you onto your side with a gruff grunt, and before you get the chance to realize what's about to happen and brace yourself for it, Steve pushes his entire cock into your cunt.
"Oh, my God!" You can't help but cry loudly. Hoping it's enough to wake him, you feel a sense of relief as he stops moving. There are a few moments of silence and just as you look up and meet Bucky's eyes with your tear-filled ones, Steve begins to roughly fuck you.
His hips snap against yours over and over as he mercilessly probes you with his thick cock. You could swear it feels like you're being torn apart, every inch of your skin on fire as you tightly grip onto the sheets.
"Just stay calm," Bucky says casually as he strokes your hair, watching Steve fuck you like an animal. "That's a good girl, just take it."
"Please," You whimper, crying with every hard thrust he serves you. It makes you feel even worse when the pain begins to make room for pleasure, as though you're just as animalistic and depraved as Steve's unconscious alter ego.
The springs in the mattress squeak beneath you as Steve fucks you harder and the headboard repeatedly smacks against the wall with a heavy thump. He lets out low grunts and growls into your ear, his hands keeping you pinned to the bed. A part of you doesn't believe that he's genuinely sleepwalking when you see the look in his eyes - but you remember what Bucky said. Some people can cook meals and drive cars while sleepwalking - it is so crazy to think someone could have sex while sleepwalking?
Still, though, you refuse to let Bucky know that a part of you is finding the sordid encounter enjoyable. While pleasure envelopes you and cascades down your spine, you keep on a strong face in hopes that it'll convince Bucky you can remain professional even in the most difficult and absurd situations.
"That's it, flower, you're being so good," Bucky mumbles, gently stroking your cheek. "It's almost over, I promise. Just a little longer. You're taking this all so well, being so good for us. We knew you would be."
His words confuse you for a second - did they know this was going to happen? But you shake away those thoughts. There's no way they would have let you come if they knew this was possible, you must have misunderstood him.
Steve's thrusts become quicker and harder as he fucks you into the mattress. Your legs shake and you can't believe how close you are to climaxing. You try to hold it back, refusing to orgasm in front of your professors, but when Steve suddenly begins rubbing harsh circles onto your clit while pulling and twisting your nipple, you know you have no control. With a loud cry, you cum onto his cock, your cunt squeezing around his pulsating shaft.
"That's it, good girl," Bucky mumbles, stroking your slacked jaw as your eyes roll back and your body trembles and shakes.
Steve thrusts a few more times before he cums with a grunt, filling you with his seed. You gasp at the feeling, his warm cum coating your insides, his twitching cock beating against your walls.
"You did so well," Bucky says, his own cock hard and leaking precum, threatening to burst through his pants. "You've been such a good girl tonight."
All you can let out is a weak whimper.
Bucky gives you a soft smile. "Now, get some sleep," He tells you firmly before making his way to the bathroom.
You breathe heavily, trying to process the events of the night, equally as ashamed as you are exhausted. A few moments pass and you wait for Steve to pull out and return to his side of the bed, but he remains where he is with his cock inside you, heavy arm around your body, soft snores leaving his mouth.
You try to push him off you but he only grips you tighter and even thrusts his softening cock in and out of you a few times, scaring you into remaining perfectly still for the rest of the night.
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viviaj · 9 months
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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.”
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saccharine-mutt · 2 months
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thinking about waking up to a dom’s face stuffed between my thighs, moaning and slurping and bobbing his head on my tdick, staring up at me with fucked-out eyes while telling me they just couldn’t wait for me to wake up, but it’s okay, yeah? you’re so wet, baby—just feels so good, doesn’t it? you gonna cum all over my tongue? go on… atta boy <3
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roxy-writes · 7 months
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the somno obsession is overwhelming, so…
warnings: somno(obvi), fem reader
konig would totally try and discreetly hump your thigh while you sleep next to him. he’s barely aware he does it. whenever he gets morning wood he’s too needy to wake you up, so he just settles for moving your soft thigh between his large, muscly ones and grinding on it until he’s finished.
he’s careful not to accidentally move and wake you up, but it’s hard for a man of his size. the bed creaks slightly, but his hips don’t falter. his precum is getting his boxers all messy, and he’s fighting the urge to just pull his cock out and cum on your face. his cock twitches and he’s groans.
he goes slightly faster once he starts getting close. he’s about to burst when he feels you stir, and he freezes. he’s scared for a second, but you don’t seem to be awake, and he waits a minute or two to be sure you’re asleep before continuing his movements. he doesn’t last much longer, the feeling of your thigh rubbing against him pushing him over the edge. his eyes glue shut and he grits his teeth to keep from moaning. quickly, he pulls the tip of his cock out, all his cum landing on your thigh.
he grabs a wet towel and cleans it up fast, not wanting you to wake up and get angry at him for leaving a mess all over your thigh. still shaky, konig returns to your side and tries to fall back asleep.
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ry-b0y · 10 months
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god, fuck, the free use n somno thoughts are making me sooo needy rn
need to be stuffed with someone's cock while I'm talking to them, or while I'm on my phone, just casual fucking while I do something, or while i infodump, keep fucking me till i'm sleepy, i'll doze off on your cock, but that's okay, you can keep going, wanna be woken up to a good breeding, wake me up by filling me up, cum in me over and over
FUCK PLEASEEE
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daddylucas-blog · 4 months
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Pov: I'm going to do this to you for no reason because I love it so much
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hitomisuzuya · 4 months
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Waking up to Scara fucking you🛐🛐🛐🛐
Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Consensual Somnophilia. Fingering. Creampie.
😳Omg yes, please. I am doing pretty okay since my dental surgery. I am still quite sore, so I got really self indulgent with this.
Scaramouche sat down on the bed, looking down at your sleeping form. You looked so sweet, and delicate. So vulnerable and defenseless. It sent him reeling that you trusted him enough to fall asleep around him.
You deserved nothing less than to fucked full of his cum.
He ran his fingers through your hair, trailing them down your body. You shivered, stirring a little in your sleep as his fingertips brushed over your nipples. How kind of you to sleep only in your panties. You'd provided him with such a tempting view to look over at while he worked.
His hand dropped down to cup your cunt outside of your panties. He rubbed his fingers on your clit, rapidly dampening the fabric of your panties. You sighed softly, unconsciously twitching your hips into his fingers.
You were always so responsive to him, even while you slept. Scaramouche gave your clit a few appreciative rubs before hooking his fingers through your panties to carefully take them off.
He spread the folds of your cunt, gathering your slick on his fingers before pushing them inside. This keened a louder sigh from you, followed by another when he scissored your walls apart to hook them into your sweet spot.
As much as he wanted to stuff you full of his cock right then and there, he knew he had to prepare you. You were in such a relaxed, deep sleep that he didn't want to hurt you in a sudden fit of greed.
To further stimulate you, he fondled and pinched one of your nipples as he slowly pumped two fingers in and out of you. When your slick was coating his wrist and his fingers squelching in and out of you, drawing the sweetest sleepy mewls from your pretty mouth, he knew you were ready for his cock.
"Is my pretty girl feeling good?" Scaramouche cooed softly, spreading your legs. He pumped his hand on his hard, leaking cock before lining it up with your entrance. His thumb rubbed slow circles on your swollen clit as he pushed his cock inside you.
He hissed through his teeth in pleasure, your walls always stretched apart perfectly to accommodate him, like your cunt was made for his cock. You moaned softly in your sleep, the head of his cock nudging into your sweet spot.
Scaramouche snapped his hips a little harder with each thrust, pinching and rubbing your clit when your walls started to clamp around his cock. He smirked when your eyes suddenly snapped open, a knee jerk response to the intense pleasure curling inside of you.
You gasped, rolling your hips up into his thrusts. "Shh, relax and take all of my cock like the good girl you always are for me," He leaned down to lick and nip at your lips before swallowing your moans with a kiss.
Your cheeks flushed. You always loved when Scaramouche called you a good girl. It always made your walls clamp tighter around his cock. It always made you cling to him in the way that he needed.
He bent one of your legs up towards your chest to fuck himself deeper into you, caressing your cheek as he moaned huskily into your mouth.
Scaramouche only pulled away from your lips for a few moments to let you breathe before stealing them right back up again. He still drove his cock into your sweet spot after you squirted, crying out in pleasure muffled into his mouth.
The most delicious moan for his lips to swallow was the one you let out when his cock throbbed cum inside of you, seeping from your drooling hole and down your cunt. He always took such great care to fill you full.
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yawnderu · 2 months
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cw: somnophilia, noncon, blowjob, masturbation, reader has oral fixation. MDNI.
Coomer!König is such a disgusting menace :((
He uses you when you're most vulnerable, looking all pretty when you're fast asleep. His soft cock rests in your mouth for what seems like forever, slowly hardening when you subconsciously start sucking on it like it's your thumb, your wet tongue applying pressure on his meaty shaft, almost making him cum.
He's forced to pull out once he starts getting harder, not wanting you to wake up just yet. With the same stealth he uses in the battlefield, his massive body mounts you carefully, heavy balls resting on your parted lips while his hand ran up and down his needy cock, muffled whimpers leaving his lips.
König is cocky and confident— that much is obvious by the way he starts to thrust his hips, smearing precum all over your pretty, sleeping face.
His rough, calloused hand rubs every single inch of his long, thick cock, squeezing it to the point it almost hurts while he imagines he's fucking your tight, wet throat. His free hand holds open your lips, blown eyes staring at your welcoming mouth and hoping one day you'll let him fuck it.
“Fuck, fuck—” König is quick to bite his lip, trying to stay quiet and not let all the filth he wants to tell you from escaping his mouth. Rope after rope of thick, hot cum is shot on your waiting tongue, the corners of his lips tilting up when he sees you scrunch up your face and swallow it all.
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sadfury · 6 months
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❝ please fill me up ❞
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-ˋˏ MASTERLIST ˎˊ-
PAIRING : dark! stepbro! rafe x stepsis! reader
CONTEXT : you’re the only daughter of rose, and the son of her husband, Ward, is only a few months older. you both have a secret relationship to not tell to any one. and one night, it’s getting late and you are falling asleep but still crave for his dick so you leave a note in his room, giving him full consent to touch your body when you sleep.
WARNINGS : SOMNO, NONCON, dirty talk, v penetration (he uses your body as a doll), praising, degradation, hard breeding, names calling, daddy kink, rough sex, multiple creampies, rafe is manipulating you and blackmailing you. maybe it need more editing i didn’t have time to reread.
(oneshot for experienced readers. more warnings are coming with feedbacks. lots of triggers but if you are triggered by somno don’t open. minors dni.)
@slut4drudy @rafesthroatbaby @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @drewstarkeysbae
𓆙 reblogs and likes are appreciated ! ❥
« Rafe please fill me up when i sleep please need u all the time »
Y/n put this little post it on Rafe's pillow, she knew he would see this first when he got home. she then sneaked back to her room to return to her bed. y/n slept right next to Rafe’s room. their beds were only separated by a thin wall. y/n had locked her door and she took the key out of the lock, Rafe had a key to her room and like that, he could sneak into her room at any time of the night.
she undressed to sleep completely naked, before covering herself with a fine satin sheet. her eyelids closed alone, she was sleepy, her day had been long and it was past midnight, she couldn't wait any longer for Rafe, she was going to fall into a deep sleep. she had taken a sleeping pill to sleep a little deeper than usual. she wanted to be his object, his thing. and she wanted to enjoy it too. she wanted to wake up and feel him deep in her pussy. she fell asleep to this exciting thought.
Rafe walked next to his motorcycle so as not to wake his whole family with the noise of the engine. If his father found out he was out until three in the morning, Ward would be super pissed.
Rafe parked his motorcycle before approaching the veranda. the house was dark and quiet. Rafe had mixed the drugs again tonight and some cocaine had stuck to his nose with the sweat. Rafe walked into the dark house, he went up the stairs quickly and he hesitated for half a second in front of y/n's door, he was still too stoned and he needed to feel safe in this place that didn't seem no longer be at home. he weirdly feel safe with her.
but he entered his room and closed the door. she must have been asleep anyway. he took off his shoes and took off his clothes before heading into his bathroom.
in the shower, Rafe felt a little better, the scalding water would succeed in washing him of all the substances he had taken that evening.
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the water caressed his skin and his hands roamed his body. he would have liked to have a little desire or something that would wake the monster. but tonight was not the evening of solo pleasure.
Rafe was coming out of the bathroom, he threw his phone on the bed before seeing the post it on his pillow.
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he frowned before moving forward to pick it up and read it in the bathroom light.
« Rafe please fill me up when i sleep please need u all the time »
his eyes widened as he reread the note, he recognized y/n's handwriting but...did she really want him?
Rafe felt his erection growing and he happily realized that he wasn't too high to cum. he bit his lip before grabbing a pair of boxers. he went out through the terrace, because he thought that was the most discreet, mostly because he had lost the key to y/n's room in the mess of his room.
he entered her room, y/n was lying in bed, on her stomach, with one knee drawn up and one leg stretched out, offering a perfect view of her ass, covered only by a satin sheet.
« all mine » he growled, touching his hard dick in his boxer.
he bit his lip, excited and stunned, he stood there, his dick throbbing in his boxers. Rafe was breathing deeply, his ribcage heaving rapidly.
she was asleep, unconscious, he could have total control over her and this completely new idea drove him completely crazy. if he managed to be gentle she might not wake up right away, Rafe knew that y/n was a heavy sleeper.
« so fucking pretty… » he grew in his hands.
he was touching himself, contemplating her in her sleep, he delicately pulled the sheets. his eyes widen as he realizes she is completely naked. his breath catches.
« oh fuck you did not- y/n… » he moaned lightly.
« such a beautiful body… and a twisted dirty mind »
he slowly closed his eyes while rolling his lips, one of his hands escaped from his underwear to touch her, he ran his fingers over her. her skin shivered as a light breeze blew across her back.
« yet so naughty » a smile grew on his lips.
his hand slipped between her lips, his finger entering inside of her with such ease that rafe let out a moan. she was dripping. she had waited for him, waited until she collapsed from tiredness.
Rafe was fingering her gently, hoping she wouldn't wake up already, he couldn't help but continue touching himself with his other hand.
he muffled soft moans as he realized how arousing this scene was. it was his step sister, the one who was not part of his family, Rose's daughter, a detestable person who had dared to replace his mother. he was possessing his step sister, he was controlling her, she must have had a lot of trust in him to allow this...
he rolled his eyes, she was still asleep, he could hear her breathing heavily, he knew her all too well. he dreamed of her continuing to sleep until he finished in her mouth... damn he wanted to finish in her mouth.
this idea could make him come already, even before he could take advantage of it. it's impossible he couldn't waste his chance so quickly. he moved a little closer to her, he spat between his fingers, before touching his red and tense dick.
« so needy f’me… » he smiled.
he hastened to delicately enter her. she was so tight, so wet... he stifled a moan before gritting his teeth. he bit his fist to not moan as he grabbed her ass. he tried to push to go deeper inside her, but her pussy clamped down on him, pushing him out almost immediately.
« craving for my cock to make you come, even if you’re sleepin. you just can’t get enough of this right? » he whispered. in her ear.
he bit his tongue, he let a stream of drool escape his lips to let it lubricate his tip before sliding it between her lips, slowly. he entered slowly before exiting just as quickly. he tapped his cockhead against her entrance and she sighed in her sleep.
Rafe stopped abruptly, heart pounding, slightly stressed before remembering that she was the one who asked him. it was her idea. her totally crazy and exciting idea. she wanted to be fucked, even in her sleep.
he rolled his eyes as he slid inside her dripping wet pussy. he was breathing hard, he was growing inside her pussy, she was so horny, she was sleeping but her body couldn’t lie, she was dripping all over him. her body was recognizing him and wanted everything Rafe can offer.
y/n sighed as she raised her knee slightly, providing better access. she was still sleeping soundly. the sleeping pill was working well. she wasn't pretending, she was having completely un-Catholic dreams in which she was being fucked by Rafe, in the swimming pool at their house. in her dream, Rafe was forcing her to watch their parents on the terrace and she was way too turned on by this scene, without knowing that Rafe was pounding her pussy so hard already. her brain was doubly excited.
« so fucking wet for your stepbro… » he grunted, « that’s so wrong babygirl ».
he smiled as he bit his lip, he grew deep inside her pussy. he discovered the unspeakable pleasures of sex on an unconscious person, and this idea was terribly exciting. Rafe, who had never known how to have a real connection with anyone other than his half sister, realized that he did not need a conscious sexual partner, on the contrary. It was much better when she was asleep. she couldn't say no to him, she couldn't betray him, he had total control over her body, over her person. he was y/n’s master.
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his cock throbbed and he gritted his teeth, thrusting deep inside her. a sigh escaped his lips and he remained there, stunned, on the verge of pleasure, realizing that he was fucking his unconscious, peacefully sleeping roommate.
he realized how twisted it was and how much more exciting it was. everything was more exciting with you, he thought, passing his tongue over his lips. she moved slightly in her sleep but rafe ran his hand through her hair to keep her asleep.
« shhhh don’t wake up … not yet » he breathed.
how could she still sleep? Were his thrusts not hard enough? he clenched his jaws as he felt the pleasure build a little more. he could cum deep inside her, right now, she wouldn't even know it, well, not right away. the idea drove him crazy. he was obsessed with the idea of ​​breeding her, when both of their parents lectured all of their teens kids about safe sex. he breathed loudly, he didn't care if she got pregnant and quite the opposite, he had an unhealthy desire to give her a baby.
« you want me to fill you with my cum baby? » he smiled.
he rolled his lips, his eyes rolled to the sky, he squeezed his hands on her ass. he was going to do it, he had to, he knows he would regret it otherwise. he would never have an opportunity like this again, and besides, maybe their parents would find out tomorrow or someday soon that they were sleeping together. Rafe and y/n knew their secret nights in each other's rooms wouldn't last forever. that’s what made it more addictive.
« no rafe, i’m not on the pills », he imitated her, whispering, his devilish smiles grew on his lips.
he fucked her harder and deeper, squeezing his hands on her ass, he bit her lip, his member slid with ease inside her. he admired her. this wonderful woman plunged into a deep sleep, only there for his pleasure, she offered herself to him and he looked at her as if she were the most beautiful gift he had ever had. his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes round, his lips red from biting them, he couldn't help but salivate while looking at her.
« i do whatever i want with you, you know that right ? », he grumbled. « you’re mine, my doll, my fucking toy. »
he sighed rolling his eyes, the thought that he could use her however he wanted could almost make him explode. he buried himself deep inside her, he growled through his clenched teeth, trying to remain silent as best he could.
« lemme use that dirty hole, babe… it’s my pussy, right? » he sighed.
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he loved being able to say whatever obscenities he wanted to her, it was exciting knowing that she didn't hear anything, she would never remember what she said to him. he rolled his hips to speed the movement, his hand slipped under her thigh to reach her clit, he watches her smile while her eyes are still closed, she sleeps with her mouth open.
« you’re pretty sleeping, here not knowing imma put a baby inside you » he moaned.
he buried himself deep inside her, the thrusts slower but deeper, he pounded her and only the sound of her buttocks hitting his chest pierced the noisy silence of the room.
« oh f- my goodgirl just f’me » he panted.
Rafe sighed, so close to climax already. he shivered when he realized that she was still sound asleep. he wondered if she wasn't pretending, he had grabbed her so hard how could she still be asleep? Yet he couldn't stop, so close to pleasure, he only wanted to make himself come, deep in her pussy.
it wasn't her pussy anymore, it was Rafe's. he leaned down to whisper in her ear. If she wasn't sleeping, then maybe she could react to what was going to happen? If she didn't do it, would she consent?
« im filling up that pretty pussy… my pussy » the kook prince growled leaning to her ear.
he waited for a response, but she didn't move, she didn't even react. he clenched his jaws, and moving faster deeper into her. his eyes rolled, everything was so good... her pussy dripping with excitement, the heavy silence of the sleeping house, his step sister asleep, blindly leaving her body to him to play. he was pounding her, he barely came out of her but his penis hit the depth of her pussy brutally. asleep, her pussy clenched on him and his hand hitted nervously y/n's back, he bit his lip so hard that a taste of blood spread on his tongue. he grabbed y/n’s hair in continuation of his violent outburst.
« i fucking love you babe. your pussy is mine, only mine. i own your body now. » he breathed loudly.
he exploded deep inside her and he rolled his eyes as he felt her pussy clamp down on him, dripping. he dropped her head onto the mattress, leaning on her butt to sink deeper and deeper. he wanted her to feel it in her stomach, he gave a thrust, pressing his pelvis against her ass which he squeezed between his large palms.
« that’s what you wanted uh, baby? » he smiled « you wanted me to get you pregnant uh? ».
a small laugh escaped his lips when he realized that he was able to cum in her pussy without negotiating, without a condom, leaving doubts that she could get pregnant. the thought is way too arousing and Rafe feels his member harden again, almost as if he hadn't just cum already.
« i’m your daddy now… » he purred, « i control your body ».
he rolled his hips, moving his dick deep inside her, his semen mixed with her wetness made his comings and goings even more addictive. he couldn't help but grunt as he felt his cock gently sink in. he couldn't get enough of this delicious sensation around his tip. he couldn't do anything but fuck her more, one round wasn't enough. that’s usually not enough, he smiled.
« oh fuck babe- i… » her stepbro stoped unable to talk, moving slowly inside of her.
he growled, growing a little more inside of her. he was pressed so hard on her back and he wondered if he might accidentally cut off her breath. he moved his hand to her mouth and nodded gently, reassured to feel her still breathing. it was so unreal that she didn't wake up after that violent orgasm during which Rafe had grabbed her and used her only for his pleasure. so unreal that Rafe had to make sure she was only asleep, not unconscious in the real sense of the word. he bit his lip as he lifted his leg to take her more deeply. he lifted her leg up on his shoulder and pinched her nipples, happy with his new toy.
« oh yeah baby, take this, just take it babe » he rumbled.
he squeezed her thighs, grunting, a little more excited watching her still sleep so peacefully. she was like a magnificent doll, perfect, her skin so soft and sweet, he ran his tongue over her leg, as if to mark her with his imprint. she was his now, he would never give her a choice again, she was the one who had awakened Rafe's dark instincts and he wanted more. he already had to reward her, she deserved to be awakened by a stunning orgasm.
Rafe was only worried about the noise she was going to make, he had managed to contain himself by whispering, but he was not sure if his step sis could do the same. he leaned over her nightstand to look for her little vibrator. it was shaped like a lipstick and it was very small. but when rafe tilted his head, he found a small bottle and a shiver ran down his spine when he realized that she hadn't woken up because of the sleeping pills. his cock was hard and throbbing, stretching her pussy some more.
« you really do want to be your stepbrother’s slut. who is twisted enough to let me play with your body when you sleep? » Rafe sneered, smirking.
he smiled, amused by the audacity of his young step-sister, he had misjudged her, that was for sure. he imagined her innocent and pure as she was the first to approach him, touching his chest, sitting on his lap. but he never imagined that she would be so addicted to him and his cock that she would leave such power in his hands.
« you so fucked up… you like been used huh? » he laughed.
he was enjoying the moment, he wanted to reward her by straightening the vibrator in her hands. he was going to wake her up with the most violent orgasm of her life. he was going to wake her from her dreams by waking up every atom in her body during a stunning pleasure.
« can’t deny that because you’re such a fucking slut- » he groaned.
he didn't understand why he liked that so much, a curious obsession had just been born in his mind. he was determined to make the most of it, until the end. he had just turned on the vibrator, he smiled as he placed it on her clitoris, he thrusted into her to stimulate her a little more. he wanted her to be pummeled with pleasure.
« you just a pretty cunt to fuck hard and rough » he hissed, grabbing her boob with his free hand.
he speeded up increasing the speed of the vibrator, she sighed, her smile grew and Rafe felt her excitement grow a little more, he could feel his cock stretching her pussy and he couldn't get enough of feeling how much her pussy was dripping with excitement . it was addictive, he felt her sperm, her wetness, this hot liquid... he went deeper.
« that’s all you deserve » Rafe smiled.
he thrusts deeper, his fingers pinching the nipples and the vibrator placed on her clitoris, he felt her tighten around him, dripping. his lips let out a moan of pleasure, he raised his hand to his mouth to muffle his moans. he was thrusting faster, this frantic pace was necessary, Rafe couldn't accept that she remained asleep while he pounded her. he wanted her to wake up but her moans were getting louder and louder. he smiled as he kissed her neck, his chest pressed against her body, both covered in a thin layer of sweat. he pounded her more violently, his hand grabbing y/n’s chin to reach her ear.
« wake up my love… » he kissed her neck.
he saw her wake up and his erection grew. she moaned against his palm, he got harder, her pussy vibrated around him, he rolled his eyes feeling her squeezing his dick.
« my pretty slut you need to wake up… » he praised.
he kissed her neck, he breathed in her ear. y/n moaned heavily, he felt the heat invade his body because anyone could hear them, they could get caught. they didn't have much time left. he gave little slaps on her cheek to wake her up.
« it’s time to wake up now princess » he croaked.
y/n's eyelids blinked before they opened quickly, Rafe smiled, he heard the park creaking above his head and he knew someone was awake but he couldn't stop.
« heyyy princess… you’ve been such a goodgirl f’me » he smiled, kissing her skin.
y/n rolled her eyes as she woke up, she smiled while biting her lip, excited by Rafe's hard dick stretching her pussy. he tightened his hand on her neck, he held her tightly to prevent her from making any noise. they couldn't get caught now.
« what’s wrong with you? you like that uh? » he liked shaming her.
he gave a slight smile as he looked into her eyes, she breathed, a gasp of astonishment escaped her lips. still lost in her dreams, she nevertheless felt an orgasm building, the vibrator placed on her clitoris, she restrained herself from moaning openly although the pleasure overwhelmed her.
« you like being my toy, my fucking cumdumpster. » he asked.
« you did not! » y/n exclaimed, her voice broken by the grip of Rafe's hand.
Rafe smiled as he shook his head, he tightened his hand on her neck, fascinated by her look of shock and excitement at the same time. she bit her lip, she placed the vibrator back on the right spot.
« you bet i did » he smiled, amused by the situation. he couldn’t wait for her to notice, he have to tell her and watches her face getting red.
her eyes widened, y/n was about to yell at him when Rafe tightened his fingers under her jaw.
« relax… you’ve been so good f’me, i’ll get you a morning after pill » Rafe growled.
rafe let out a small laugh as he grabbed y/n by the hips, he pressed her against his hips, his thrusts more and more brutal. y/n was lying down, one leg propped up against his shoulder as he leaned against her, his head buried in her neck. he paid attention to noises outside the room. he knew someone was going to come down, but y/n was unable to stop herself.
« shhh babe… you don’t want us to get caught right? » he whimpered.
he had a very specific plan to cum inside her again. he was going to use the idea that someone was close to cum when she had to keep quiet. Rafe smiled, kissing her lips passionately, he realized that this passion could not last and that was what made each moment a little more precious. he kept a hand on y/n's mouth who had also heard a noise on the stairs.
« you don’t want your mother seeing what a slut you are… » Rafe whispered as he was pounding her pussy so hard. « that’s daddy’s good girl, yeah, come f’me. »
he whispered against her ear and it was torture for y/n who held back from making any noise, she rolled her eyes feeling his breath against her ear and on her neck. y/n felt her orgasm building as she heard the sounds of footsteps getting closer, the floor creaked slightly and it was even more exciting. she had to cum. it was a question of life and death. Rafe pressed his forehead against hers as he buried himself deeper, one hand placed on y/n’s lips. her eyebrows furrowed while she felt the electric imprint of orgasm envelop her body, her eyes reaching the sky.
« im coming inside of you babygirl… there is actually nothing you can do about it » he affirmed softly looking at her in the eyes.
« you can’t say anything you don’t want anyone knowing you’re fucking your stepbro right? » he chuckled, his voice in a light almost quiet tone, a smirk growing on his lips. she was looking at him with big round eyes as he thrusted faster, her cheeks was burning with shame.
Rafe pressed the button on the vibrator to increase its speed and y/n’s pussy tightened on him. he bit his lip while giving a deep thrust. y/n muffled a moan against Rafe’s palm, he raised his eyebrows as he looked into her eyes.
« shut up and take daddy’s cum, that’s my pussy now » he spoke in a quiet honey voice.
he clenched his jaws when y/n came on him, her pussy squeezing on his hard vibrant dick in an addictive and intoxicating rhythm, Rafe felt his orgasm approaching a little closer and he held back a heavy sigh as he accelerated his movements, y/n didn't can help but moan against Rafe's hand, ready to cum again.
« daddy’s coming babe »
she rolled her eyes, unable not to be excited by his few barely audible words, like a secret language between them. she bit her lip and it was seeing him tilt his head back that y/n came again. Rafe let himself go into her throbbing, vibrating pussy... he thrust more violently and she tilted her head in turn, Rafe kissed her chin then her neck. he removed his hand dripping with drool and sweat from y/n's mouth, he kissed her forehead before grabbing her chin. he spilled in her mouth, she smiled, sticking her tongue out. he had withdraw from her pussy. his sperm dripped onto the satin sheets and Rafe gave a slightly proud grin.
« you- came twice ? » y/n asked, her eyes widened when she putted her fingers inside of her. she wanted to taste his cum.
she fingered herself before bringing out her fingers dripping with cum. she was excited, way too excited. she licked her fingers and Rafe bit his lip while nodding, he had just discovered a new obsession: y/n.
« yeah, i did » he sneered, nodding his head.
she smiled as he sighed running a hand down her neck to bring her close to him, he kissed her forcefully and his tongue caressed hers. he sighed.
« because you belong to me now », she chuckled when she heard his words. his smirk grew on his lips.
« but i’m serious babe, you’re mine and only mine. i’ll kill anyone who touch, talk or even look at you. »
-ˋˏ i hope you like it!!! ˎˊ-
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wegc · 3 months
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perv chan with tit obsession and lactation kink fuckkkk
omfg imagine perv!chan who feels himself going insane after you’ve had your baby, incapable of taking his eyes off of your swollen tits and has to excuse himself to jerk off every time you whimper in pain when they’re extra sore :(
he shouldn’t feel so flustered, you’re his wife for god’s sake and he should just tell you, but this is mortifying for him!!!
ever since you’ve had your child, all he can think about as he fucks into his fist is his longing to grope and fondle your swollen and aching tits from behind and watch the way your milk seeps and soaks your shirt, the cute buds of your nipples hard enough to poke through the fabric.
naturally, he can’t help himself one night when your tits slip out of your thin and far too tight tank top as you’re sleeping. it’s the deepest you’ve slept in weeks and you definitely weren’t waking up any time soon.
he can’t help himself from gently squeezing your breasts and watching the way your milk squirts out, feeling his cock swell and twitch in his boxers. he could cum to this image alone.
just to see, he thinks, but that quickly goes out the window when he covers your nipple with his warm mouth, softly yet eagerly suckling the liquid and groaning at the taste and sound of your quiet mewls, palming his bulge furiously.
yeah, he has no choice other than to bring this up later.
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