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Content: CONSENSUAL SOMNOPHILIA. no y/n used or pronouns, satoru is the one sleeping, established relationship, porn without plot, free use, reader has doubts abt somno, oral (m!receiving), satoru is too pretty for his own good, penetrative sex- no detailed desc of readers parts (?), he wakes up, only 1 round before sleep again, no aftercare (?), riding n brief missionary Word count: 2.7k

(a.n)I couldn't get this specific art out of my head while writing this. help me, yuana for president

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Batting your eyes open and feeling the light of the moon illuminate your skin. Pursing your lips and looking over to your sleeping boyfriend. Scanning his face, long white eyelashes that gracefully covered his eyes. Plump lips parted effortlessly, a strong jawline that made his otherwise soft features pop even more. Looking at his perfectly pointed nose, eyes trailing to the slightly damp lily white hair that delicately rested on his forehead. The moon lit up the side of his face at just the right angle so that you could see light dandelion like peach fuzz that graced his pale skin. ‘Flawless.’ you thought before sitting up, dangling one of your legs off of the bed and trailing your eyes down to his neck. His bobbing adam's apple when he swallowed lightly, refined collarbones that your hands ached to trace. Trailing down his bare impressive torso that you knew he took his time crafting. You nodded your head ‘no’ slightly, almost disapproving of how he pretty he looked; even if he was sleeping. Milky long fingers delicately planted on his tummy, eyes going from his perfectly manicured fingernails, to his gaunt knuckles. Scanning his light happy trail with endearing eyes. 

Tracing your gaze down his sides. Pale velvety thighs that you were envious of at times. Eyes trailing back up to the softened appendage between his plush thighs. Inhaling sharply as you felt the familiar warmth flood in your belly. Looking away, suddenly remembering the reason you stirred awake. Gently stepping off of the bed and quietly stepping out of the bedroom. Cold tile hitting the bottoms of your feet, stepping as softly as you could. Not caring that you were nude walking in the dark of his apartment hallway before reaching his kitchen. Humming quietly as you poured from the brita water pitcher he had in his fridge. Looking from the kitchen island out to the striking skyline from the floor to ceiling windows. Thinking back on all the times he had tried to convince you to fulfill one of his greatest fantasies. 

“I'm just saying- if you were to ever wake me up by riding me? I would be over the moon~” he teased, resting his chin on your shoulder as you cooked breakfast. “That's so strange- too weird. Even for you, Satoru.” You replied, shaking him off of you as you heard him give you an over dramatic sigh. “Think about how hot it would be- if you ever told me you wanted that I wouldn't hesitate to do it.” he hummed, pressing his back onto the edge of the island. You turned around to look at him, “I will-” you smiled sweetly, his expression showing over excitement at those two little words. “-never ask you to do that to me.” You finished, patting his chest with your hand. Turning around, spatula in hand as he walked over to the living room couches. “And don't pout!” you exclaimed, knowing he already was sulking in the couches.

Even on his birthday, staring at the lit candles on the small cake you had gotten him. “Make a wish~” you hummed, seeing him close his eyes and think about what he wanted, “I wish to wake up with my cock in your mouth.” he whispered, blowing out the candles and looking at you with a thrilled smile. “It won't come true-” you purse your lips looking at him with a deadpan face. Seeing him irk his chin almost asking what you mean. “You said it outloud- so it won't come true.” You teased, plucking off the candles from his over frosted birthday cake.

Three times he asked you to do it, knowing he wouldn't stop asking till you gave him some kind of hope that you'd fulfill his wishes. And on the third time, you told him you'd think about it. And you did. You spent a good 30 minutes that night thinking on it. Wondering why he found it so appealing to be touched as he slept. Remembering he said something about how arousing it would be knowing you couldn't wait till he woke up to play. It was true, you had an adventurous sex life with Satoru, trying anything at least once to know if either of you liked it or not. But this felt off, you didn't know if it was because the only kind of somno you had been exposed to was always some kind of creepy weird fetish that always looked nonconsensual. But you were sure that you'd never be interested in receiving it. 

To Satoru, he found it appealing thinking if the day ever came; he'd wake up to you doing whatever you wanted to him, knowing he wasn't awake to protest or to tease you. So riled up and caught up in the moment that you didn't even bother waking him, using him for your own pleasures. He liked thinking that you found him so attractive that even if he was sleeping- you’d want to fuck him. In his own mind, he was yours, physically, mentally, emotionally, everything he had- he would give you. Yours to use whenever you'd like, rough, gentle, bottom or top. At times he'd pretend to complain. “I act on your every whim and I can't even put in one request!?” he’d exclaimed with pouty eyes, knowing you were looking at him with a stern face. “I do almost everything you ask of me, Satoru.” you smiled, being able to hear his feigned frustration in his dramatic sighs.

“It's like- a version of free use-” he'd tell you, knowing how riled up he got even thinking about how you could use him whenever you'd like, and he’d let you. Satoru had spoken about free use with you, it was one of the established things both of you had put the green light on. This whole ‘biggest fantasy’ of his wasn't a red light to you, it was more of a yellow light. Unsure how to tread through it, or how to go about it really. 

Which is why you found this so conflicting, standing at the doorway of his bedroom. Staring at his sculpture like body, chest rising and falling as he slept peacefully. Mentally arguing with yourself, morally it would be wrong. But didn't he say he wanted this? All but begging on his hands and knees? And how could you resist when he was sleeping so beautifully? 

Taking quiet steps towards him, standing next to the edge of the bed on his side. Gulping when you saw the light veins on his lower abdomen. Sitting on the small edge beside him, leaning over and pressing a light kiss on his cheek. Whispering in his ear, “Satoru.” you called out, in hopes he'd wake up. You took your hand and brushed the light strands of hair from his forehead. Catching a glimpse of one of the few imperfections on his skin, one of his least favorite ones. 

Planting a gentle kiss to the scar on his forehead, seeing his eyebrows slightly furrow feeling you. “Satoru.” you whispered once more, hearing him let out a low hum. Placing a soft kiss to his parted lips, hearing him let out a small huff. Trailing kisses on his features, seeing his eyes tighten when you placed an open mouth kiss on his adams apple. Reaching his plentiful pecs, placing a wet kiss to the swell of one of them. Looking up and scanning his face to make sure he didn't look unsettled before sticking your tongue out slightly and circling it to his softened nipple. Hearing him let out a quiet huff at the sudden feeling, knowing how sensitive he was awake. Fully expecting him to be even more reactive while sleeping.

Feeling the pink bud harden in your mouth as you heard more frustrated puffs and light whines from his plush lips. Taking your other hand and pressing your thumb to his other nipple, gently rubbing it against the pad of your thumb. Throaty moans leaving his lips, looking down and seeing his soft cock slightly jump when you flicked your tongue against him. Pulling your lips and hand from his chest as you sat up, scanning his face to see if there were any signs of him being awake. “Toru-” you whispered, seeing his eyebrows furrow at the lack of stimulation to his chest. 

You slightly shifted down the bed, hands grazing his fair thighs. Eye to eye with his flaccid cock, hearing him let out a dissatisfied whine when you let out a sigh that hit his tip directly. You parted your lips slightly, leaning in with eyes looking up his torso. Being able to smell the floral body wash he had used before going to bed. Taking an experimental lick at his pale shaft, scanning his expression for any discomfort. Finding none before licking a long stripe from his tip to his base. Seeing his upper torso shift slightly with a light blush appearing on his cheeks. Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth when you saw his cock twitch. 

Placing an opened mouth kiss on his light pink tip, hearing a light gasp fall from his lips. Gentle hand on his thigh for balance as you blinked. Wrapping your lips around his tip, seeing his closed eyes scrunch at the feeling with a quiet moan. Already being able to feel his cock hardening, slowly pushing past his tip. Small whines from Satoru as his tip brushed against the roof of your mouth. Dragging his stiffening member back out of your mouth, wrapping your lips around his tip as swirling your tongue at the small opening of his cock. Taking your free hand and grazing the tips of your fingers against his balls. Seeing him purse his lips slightly at the new feeling.

Rosy cheeks deepened as he squirmed, sliding your lips tightly off his tip. Blinking your eyes to his half hard cock, placing wet opened mouth kisses down his shaft. A small tear fell from his tip as he shuddered, kissing back up to his tip. Gasping lightly when you saw he was fully hard, “Oh ‘Toru~” you cooed, admiring his expression. Pinching your eyebrows together, seeing his back slightly arching. The warmth between your thighs felt too evident right now, slowly shifting from the bottom of the bed onto your knees.

Lifting one leg and tossing it to the other side of him. Looking down at his heaving chest, eyebrows pinched as your hands grazed his ribs. His cock stood at attention, slightly pressing against your tummy. Satoru turned his face- almost feeling your gaze on his skin. His lower body shifting beneath you, you took one hand to his cock; raising yourself higher before lining him up with your entrance. Eyes scanning his tense face. Seeing how pretty he looked this way, furrowed eyebrows and pink cheeks. Light film of sweat on his forehead and pouty lips. Frustrated hands not knowing what to do- what to grab onto, one trying to grasp the sheets. The other on his chest trying to soothe the itch he felt in that moment, hand inches away from your own.

You pressed his tip to your sopping entrance, gasping as you took a snail's pace lowering yourself onto him. Not needing any prep, recalling the way he slammed into you mercilessly earlier. Showing you just how much he had missed you when he was away. One of the reasons why you were fulfilling his wish, to show him just how you had missed him too. Satoru’s face churned as you lowered yourself onto him slowly. Hand planted on his sternum firmly, Satoru’s yearning hand grazing your fingers. Seeing him part his lips with a low whine, his head pushing itself back into the pillows as you felt his tip brush past that special spot he liked to exploit.

You let out a frustrated whine, eyes blinking over to see his other hand is gripping the sheets firmly. You exhaled breathlessly, thighs already shaking from how slow you were going. His cock now fully inside of you, a gasp left your lips. Biting into your lip trying to quiet your own moans, heavy breathing coming from Satoru as shameless whines fell from him. Dragging his cock slowly out of you, closing your eyes as you felt him twitch inside of you. Taking your hand and pressing the back of it to your lips as you slid down him, the hand that was atop yours now lightly gripping your wrist. Trying his very best to soothe the ache he felt between his legs. 

Pulling yourself up as a smile formed on your lips, sinking yourself down quicker. A loud whine falling from your lips without permission. Snapping your head down to see if Satoru had heard it as loud as you did. Slack jawed with a bead of sweat falling from his temple. “Mm- fuck.” you gasped, feeling how deep his cock was nuzzled inside of you. Closing your eyes and tipping your head back as you fucked yourself, feeling the hand that was clutched on the sheets reach up to your thigh. Hearing a small mutter as you ground yourself on him, thumb caressing your thigh as his eyes blinked open. You were so focused on staying quiet and not fucking yourself at the speed you wanted to not wake him. 

Frustrated exhale from his lips when the image of you lightly bouncing on him graced his half open eyes, focusing on your own pleasure before his. Sweet smile formed on his lips when he heard the stifled moans falling from you. With a sharp inhale, you looked down, feeling his cock somehow go deeper inside of you. Seeing he was looking up at you with hazy eyes. “M’sorry-” you gasped, feeling his hand on your thigh roam up to your hip. Slowly grinding yourself back and forth as you let out noisier whines. A string of quiet apologies leaving your lips for waking him up. Only small gasps were heard from him as he tried to shake off the hazy feeling. 

Satoru’s hand was trying its best to guide you to grind quicker, feeling your hips stutter against him. His grip strengthening on your side, closing his eyes and throwing his head back onto the pillow. Now panting as you ground yourself quicker against him, “S-so pretty ‘Toru-” you gasped. Leaning down and pressing an opened mouth kiss to his neck, a whimper falling from his lips from your praise. Holding the side of his neck as you felt him guide you at the speed he wanted. Both of his hands now on your hips, trying their best to get you to move quicker. Feeling himself unravel slowly by your touches. The more Satoru shook off the foggy feeling, the closer he felt himself come to the realization of what you were doing.

Unashamed whimpers directly in your ear as he mumbled a quiet, ‘M’cumming-’. Chest to chest as you pulled away from his neck, looking directly into his half lidded eyes. Looking at you slack jawed and blushed before you pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips. He didn't feel he was deep enough inside of you, the need to be nestled fully inside of you was strong. A loud groan left into your mouth as Satoru gathered all the strength he could. With one swift motion, your back hit the sheets. Eye to eye as he thrusted into you sloppily, gasping when you felt how deep he was thrusting into you. Pulling his lips from you and pressing his forehead to yours. For the first time, Satoru was silent, apart from his quiet whimpers; usually being all too talkative during sex. Now he found himself wordless, be it the fog in his brain or how you hugged his cock.

Gripping the sides of his neck as he thrusted out of you, inhaling sharply before thrusting into you once more. Making sure to get as deep as he could, pulling out quickly before snapping his hips back into you. Muffled whines from your lips as he let out a shivering groan, clenching his teeth together as he felt himself come undone. His warmth seeping inside of you as his arms struggled to keep himself propped up. Placing a sloppy kiss to his open lips as he collapsed on top of you. Satoru’s head resting beside your neck as your hands found their way to his back. Holding him closer to your skin, Satoru’s eyes blinking shut slowly, “Thank you-” he muttered against your skin, his back rising and falling slowed as he came down from his high. Hands rubbing small circles on his back to soothe the shivers that rumbled through him as he fell back to sleep.

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I couldn't stop thinking about this. FINALLY I write something under 3k words. kk now im goin to work.

just put in my medium plug to keep me nice and full for sleeping. it would be a shame if someone were to come and replace it with their cock...

Quiet Far Too Long

24k • explicit • sheith

Keith thought the winged lion would devour him, not take him home to his nest.

Mythical monster romance, hurt/comfort, size difference, xenophilia and somno 🦁✨ for Rig! Written for sheithlentines 2022.

[Read the fic on AO3]

wanna have albedo hump me in my sleep :(( why isn’t he here rn thrusting behind me this is so mean of him

ur so right anon!!! albedo coerced you to cuddle w him and now that you’re knocked out, it’s time for him to use you like a body pillow to hump hehe… the softness of your skin and pretty asleep expression makes albedo just wanna cum on you in your sleep, leaving sticky messes for you to wonder about in the morning.

dark content ahead ! you have been warned <3

VAGA MONDO’s precious little stepdaughter.

warnings: rape, psuedo-incest, virginity loss, somno, dubcon/noncon, fem! reader

getting raped in your sleep by your step daddy zhongli!!! he’s sooo big that it woke you up before he’s even halfway in. it’s been so long he’s fucked a virgin, and one as cute as you. he’s hushing you, “shhhh baby, you can take it. you have to take it, daddy’s missed fucking tight pussies like yours.”

the stretch and burn only makes you clench down and tighten around his cock like a vice, practically tempting him into shoving his length in without abandon, zhongli wants to sink deep into his sweet step daughter's cunt and leave his heavy load up there, kept from dripping out by your cute panties. zhongli is a man of patience so he slowly lets you get used to the feeling of a cock in your virgin pussy while you're still half asleep, convinced its a dream though zhongli's towering stature over you and weight pressing into your body say otherwise. zhongli would love it when you whimper out, "daddy? is that you?" only to hush you with soft kisses and slowly forcing his length deeper into you. once he's snugly balls deep, zhongli would kiss you passionately, praising you for being such a good girl, keeping her cunny tight n virgin for him to take. your cunt is just so perfect for him, you were just too cute all asleep in your bed when he came home from work, he just had to bury himself inside <3 after this, zhongli will be visiting your room every night when you're alseep to release his sticky load inside your waiting cunt.

a/n: this is the last time i’m gonna try reupload this, if tumblr is ungrateful for zhongli i will be incredibly petty.

ever since childe became your boyfriend, life seemed so smooth sailing. the professor you complained about to him? quitted not even a week later! your boyfriend is so perfect too, cooking you meals everyday and you sleep so well every night too. it’s almost too perfect, the amount of deep sleep you have. i mean it’s not like childe is a particularly clingy or needy boyfriend, hell, he only ever has sex with you when you want it. it’s just so perfect.

nsfw / dark content under cut <3 warnings: rape, somnophilia, drugging, noncon, stalking, yandere childe <3

so perfect for childe, that you have no idea as his trusting partner that he drugs your food everyday, lacing it with sleeping pills so you'll never wake up as he rapes you in your sleep <3 heart eyes. he's such a provider isn't he? he won't even bother you with his needs cause he'll save it for when you're knocked out from his meals, always waiting till you're deep asleep after eating right out of his palms. he controls everything in your life, getting rid of professors you dislike, researching your favourite foods to render you unconscious while he fucks your relaxed hole in the snoozing state. childe is so sweet, leaving you achingly well rested in the morning, asleep in his arms after he's used your body well <3

degen anon here <3

i feel like kazhua likes a fight at first, at least you’re moving instead of being asleep while he humps/fucks you, but you’re such a brat these days. so what if you’re the same height (you’re taller he really just gets mad at it tho so shrink for him <3)? he’ll snap you like a twig and that’s what he does, if you think you’re so strong to fight then let him fight back and see just how much you try to talk back to bim.

i fucking love it when they're so insecure they take it out on you. he's so mad about you not taking him seriously, so what if he's a few inches shorter? you're the one with a few inches more up your tummy cs of him. it was fun when you were responding to his thrusts by moving around but god he just wishes your mouth would always be shut unless it's moaning out his name or full of his cock. i don't know how violent you think he'd get but i'd love it if he just put his sword up to your throat, threatening you with his violent fantasies of dollification to be obedient as he fucks you. "be a good hole and just take it, less you want me to break your bones. you wanna be my darling with broken bones? my sweetheart just dependent on me to even move?"

what if you had like iron deficiency or some type of medical condition and slept a lot. which gross genshin guy would use it as an excuse to have sex with you constantly while you’re asleep??

xiao is the somno king he doesn’t understand the human relevancy of sleep as he just doesn’t need it so when verr tells him about a girl who just sleeps all day in the room near the kitchen he gets curious and tells her that he’ll watch over her. the first time he saw you you were obviously sleeping but you only had a small blanket to drape your body as soon as he tries to fix it you turn to show him your stomach and the blanket falls. he realizes that you’re wearing a blouse and no panties just to have you pussy in full view. we’re you trying to seduce him was this your plan. of course not you were just a sickly girl who somehow managed to live into your young adult age even though you sleep almost 19-23 hours a day but xiao believes that you give yourself up to him ever night when he crawls under your blanket and fucks you <3

degen anon

poor girl, finally being well enough to travel and going to wangshu inn to get a change of pace! only to be even more sore after sleeping, core practically aching every day and when you try to walk, you limp? it’s strange and verr has told you that the inn is virtually safe as can be with an adepti watching over. you have no idea that the very adepti verr has told you about rapes you every night, finding relief from his karmic debt by dumping loads of cum into your cunt. what if you left to go seek treatment and he follows you after he can’t find your sleeping form in that bedroom? xiao would stalk you from afar, feeling the compulsion to protect you and take you when you’re sleeping away… you’d have no idea that the doctor would diagnose you with pregnancy. an adepti child no less. perhaps that would explain the reason why xiao is so drawn to chasing after you <3 he def has no idea about contraceptives and would never even think about not cumming deep in your cunt.

childe puts sleeping pills in your water before your big recital so you pass out straight after so he can have his fun with you in your little get up.

degen anon :))

bonk. horny man! poor you, it was so hard to focus during the recital, feeling so inexplicably sleepy. childe just waiting in the shadows to take you once you’re gone, enjoying you without your knowledge <3 you’re surprised you slept so well afterwards though it’s a bit strange how full you feel… is that cum leaking down your leg?

training wheels with yandere childe

warnings: age gap (5-6 years), noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, nsfw, dark content, blowjob (m), yandere implications

note my blog contains dark/nsfw content. minors DO NOT interact and the content below is adult.

word count 1.2k - response to angst anon's ask <3

You’re the flowers of Childe’s spring, when he first meets you, you’re barely half his height and oh so precious, immediately capturing his heart as you stumble shyly into his life like a newborn foal - tender and young. Childe knows that he must protect you from the winds of Snezhaya’s winters and teach you the way to grow up as he’s older than you. He picks you up after every class whether it was when you first started school, guarding you from others like teachers and your classmates, making everyone laugh at such a sweet gesture to concerned glances when you’re more than capable of crossing the icy lakes by yourself rather than being princess carried by the teenager who gazes at you with pure adoration, excusing his actions with the fact he couldn’t ever let you hurt yourself, though everyone brushes it off, they’re just like siblings right? Right, he’s like her older brother. These whispers fly around the town, your ears covered by Childe’s gloved hands and your head leaned against his broad chest, snuggled warmly without a clue that Childe has your entire life planned out, to be beside him.

It’s a shame for Childe that his plans are briefly interrupted by his descent into the abyss though when he returns, he’s by your side more than ever, showing up to your house in the mornings and night, accompanying you to school or spending time in your room. You kept him sane within his time down there and now that he’s hardened with the knowledge of battle, he never hesitates to bare hydro blades at any person who approaches you rather like a guard dog. For others, they’re miffed at his aggression while you’re empathetic to Childe’s plight, choosing his side whenever others bring it up. “He fell into the abyss! It’s normal, don’t blame him!” You don’t realise that he’s conditioned you to believe his actions are for the best ever since your naïve youth, always clinging onto Childe’s words as if they were the verses of faith.

Never one to question Childe nor listen to others than him, you don’t doubt him nor even notice when his once innocent touches on the expanses of your skin become lingering, possessive and even lustful. Childe’s amber eyes watch your lips as they purse around a straw, pink tongue darting out to lap at the cream on your face and feels his pants tighten. He really regrets treating you to that milkshake, cause he has to jack off in the restaurant’s bathroom so you don’t realise what you do to him. When you climb instinctively onto his lap when it’s time to watch a scary movie, you don’t even flinch when Childe grips your waist harshly nor his hips rolling up every so often, convinced it’s just his body reacting to the horrors on the screen! You think you understand him, after all it freaks you out a little bit too, making you squirm anxiously on his lap and bury your face into his neck, whimpering at the loud screams emitting from the TV. Childe berates his past self for always luring you into his arms, wanting you as close as possible in the past but now, it’s torture having you so close yet so far, separated by clothes as your heat above his crotch drives him insane. He can only rush to the bathroom with an excuse of the film being too much to conceal his desire - though your saddened face makes him pause, he couldn’t leave you there all afraid by yourself, could he? He’ll just rub one out against you once you’re blissfully asleep, cradled in his arms so purely and untainted by his sinful needs.

Childe only gets more daring as time goes by, his touches becoming persistent gropes at the plush meat of your thighs and ass, acting all concerned with you, “You’re eating enough right? You can’t carry kids if you’re not healthy.” His hidden intentions always slip by you, used to his obsession with your status and capability to have kids, it’s just because he’s always wanted children right? You never think his kneading of your skin are for his benefit, nor do you ever wonder why you’re perched right above his bulge in his tight pants - he must miss you lots too. You only keep close to Childe, unwilling to be separated by his Fatui duties that leave you without him for days, it’s just so lonely without him! The townsfolk seem to avoid you and you’ve never had many friends outside of Childe anyways, he was all you needed. He’s always been there and has always taught you everything you needed to know, so why would you ever want anything else?

It becomes natural and incessant, Childe’s unceasing touches of you in increasingly lewd areas. You haven’t seen him for a whole month since he’s been on a mission and after he has you seated on his lap, his hands are wandering into your underwear, stroking your private parts as he convinces you that this is for your own good. It does feel good, your body tingling in newfound pleasure and folds soaking his fingers with juices that he laps up with a pleased hum, even urging you to have a taste. Is this normal? never passes your mind, only following Childe’s instruction with a curious face that shows you find the taste strange. To compensate, Childe offers you something tastier, he says as he lifts you off his lap and has your back against the sofa while he unbuckles his pants. Childe is above you, your face covered by a large appendage connected to his crotch that makes you wonder why it’s so red and long out loud. Childe just answers you with a chuckle as he guides the angry flushed tip towards your agape mouth, “It’s because of you, why not help me out by putting your lips around it? I think a kiss would make it feel better.”

Obedient to Childe without a fault, you’d press a sweet kiss to the leaking tip, precum decorating your lips as you wrap them around the tip, making Childe hiss shamelessly from the pleasure of your wet mouth surrounding his erection. His dreams of this moment can’t compare to the innocent look on your face as you gently suckle on his cock, just like the cherub angel you were when you two had first met. The thought of his plans coming to fruition and the sight of your virginal self latched onto his hard meat has Childe blowing his load like a prepubescent teen, filling your mouth with his seed until it overflows, years of lusting over you pouring out and dripping out the edges of your lips. Childe can’t help the way his dick twitches in interest, still hard despite cumming into your mouth, you’re just too much for him especially with the way you diligently gulp and swallow in his spunk - telling him cutely that it wasn’t so yummy! But you thank him anyways and tell him that you’ve missed him oh so much.

any sakusa fuckers… present…

i’m getting sleepy and ‘m just thinking abt cunny inspector sakusa nii… just being drowsy and him parting your legs to check your folds for anything, getting wet as he pumps his rough fingers inside, scraping your sensitive spots when he curls them and creaming with a blissful sigh, snuggling into your pillow comfily as if your cunt isn’t full of your nii-chan’s fingers <3 can sakusa rlly resist not filling up your pussy with his cum and cock :(((

Hey god jiejie it's me again.. I saw something very lewd on twitter earlier and got so ♡♡♡

Imagine being a yan's darling, but as you always wrote about!!you're also a yan who manipulated him to kidnap you ♡

You're in bed and surprisingly, he's sleeping so soundly and so cutely with his mouth a bit open.. oh my god and then you get the urge and just spit in his mouth and smother his face lovingly gosh he makes you so obsessed

- Ke

nnnhhhh i love him i love him i wanna take advantage of him while he’s vulnerable <3

he’s so cute all asleep and all mine, just wanna kiss him all over so everyone knows he’s mine!!!

dunno why i read your smothered as like .. suffocating him w a pillow but strangling him so a mark of my hands are imprinted on him <3

i’d kiss his lil open mouth n bite his tongue hehehe, obsessed w every little part of he !!

(hey ke meimei <3 are you well mwah mwah??)

how do i explain that most of my fantasies r just somnophilia. there’s just something so romantic about sleeping n being used for pleasure at the same time !!! true love is diluc nii bullying his way into your virgin cunny while you’re asleep n using your wet folds to give himself a pussy job!!! when he spurts a thick creamy load onto your panties to make it all wet n sticky <3 what a loving brother ♡

mr zhongli who doesn’t understand christmas, but he knows that he deserves a present from you. what better than to give you a lil gift of his huge cock spearing you awake? he’s been so nice to you all year, spiking your tea n watching as you drink it despite the salty taste of his load stirred in, even jerking off with his balls right above your nose as you lay passed out on the table. mr zhongli always helps you clean up your sleep drool even though it seems a bit white n thick like semen? and it’s managed to cover the entirety of your lips, how embarrassing! he always kindly wipes it off with a handkerchief n lets you come back to spend more time with him… so of course you don’t say no to sleeping at his place during christmas eve, you’ll go back to your family on christmas! just so happens that he’ll split you apart as he fucks into your pulsing heat as the christmas day arrived, ruining your insides with forceful thrusts that don’t stop even as you scream out no!!! you’ve never done this before and mr zhongli has always been so nice, yet he’s shoving his awfully large dick in and out of your little pussy :( you’re so scared, crying out for help only for his thick fingers to be shoved in your mouth, muffling your cries!!! maybe he’ll take your throat after he stuffs you full with a load, make you shut up n gag all over his cock <3

omg ur so right laven! somno is so great!! every time i go to bed i wish some nice genshin man or lisa would just have there way with me. i’m just so helpless and vulnerable… childe deffo just takes what he wants he even wants you to wake up all groggily as you try to push him off cause he’s always ready for a fight. i think gorou or xiao would try to be as quiet as possible trying so hard to cover their moans and then clasping a hand over your mouth when you wake up and ask them what they’re doing. lisa would hump your thigh and have her thigh rub your clit so you wake up all flustered and flushed telling her it’s not right for you guys to do it but you’re in so much pleasure you can barely think. -degen anon

squealing i lov how childe likes your struggle <3 he's only fucking you cs he loves you sm when you're all vulnerable to his cock pounding roughly into you <333 xiao loves quiet fucks, lay there n be his doll, his fucktoy to be used hehe... gorou however has to be quiet or else everyone will hear his low growls as he ruts into you!!!

lisa,,, lisa jiejie hnnnn lisa lisa nee, leaving her icky mess of pussy juices on your thigh n touching your clit with hers,, screaming i thinik my mind woud positively melt, lisa smells sooo good too i would literally turn beet red waking up to lisa all over me omggggg, it's wrong but lisa is so pretty that you can't help but feel your core heat up,,, pretty lady groping you all over while you're all passed out zzz

|cw: consensual somnophilia|

Thinking of the unspoken moments between you and Toji, where he wakes up in the middle of the night and decides to get you off because the sounds you make ease him back to sleep like nothing else. You're in your peaceful slumber, when suddenly you feel his hand dip into your shorts and go beneath your underwear, his fingers meeting the inviting warmth of your cunt.

It took hearing you say that he could do anything he wanted to you when you're asleep, just once, and he never questioned it because he frequently put the privilege to use. You rewarded him this right because you know sometimes he gets home from work late and he just wants to be so close to you—inside you, but you're too tired to do anything. He knows where to draw the line, so you've never felt unsafe in these situations.

Nothing is said during these moments, to ensure that neither of you fully wakes up. Toji knows you're next to him and all it takes is a couple taps of his hand to locate what he's blindly searching for. You both have your eyes closed, and the only movements introduced to the once still setting are the shifting back and forth to circling motions of Toji's fingers on your clit and a slightly faster pace to the rise and fall of your chest.

He listens closely to the sound of your awareness kicking in. You let out a weightless sigh, feeling everything so strongly, as his rhythm continues. You bite back the loud moans dying to leave you and convert them into desperate, quiet whimpers and breaths that are just as soothing to his ears. A sharp gasp is drawn from your lips, and just like that, your orgasm washes over you. High pitched hums and the smallest cries fill the silence of a sleeping home. Toji pulls his hand out of your shorts and pats your stomach twice—a silent praise to you, and then he rubs the soft skin until you both doze off again.

My next Casphardt post won't be nice. Warning: Caspar is going be creepy

Lies, Sleeping

Mahito x Reader // word count 2.3k

When you are asleep, Mahito can pretend that you do not hate him. He doesn’t know when he started caring about that - just that he doesn’t want you to wake up.

Tags/warnings: dark content, noncon, somnophilia, kidnapped reader, choking to unconsciousness, Mahito definitely has a collection of your underwear stashed somewhere, Mahito having Feelings He Does Not Entirely Understand™️

Mahito thinks he might like you best when you are asleep. When you are awake, you tell him in a million little ways, both verbal and silent, that you hate him, and he does not like this at all. Hatred is something he relishes, when it comes from other humans, but not from you. He knows that you will change your mind, eventually, if he keeps trying to change it, but he is not patient, and when you are asleep, he can pretend that things are already perfect. That you will wake up and remember where you are and smile, instead of staring at the ceiling with that awful, hollow look in your eyes. That you will not flinch or jump or yell when he touches you. (When did he stop liking that? Probably when he started trying to touch you gently, being careful not to grab or pinch or hurt like he did in the beginning, and found that you hated it just as much as the pain.)

Tonight, you are sleeping on your side, on top of the little white mattress with only one stain that he dragged all the way here just for you. Your head rests on the pillow that he found for you today, and that he will find a case for tomorrow. Under the fluffy blue blanket he gave you, you are wearing a gray t-shirt and a pair of flannel pajama pants that turned out to be far too large. Under the pajama pants, you are wearing a pair of black lacy underwear that he took, brand-new, from the shelf of a store you used to like shopping at. He does not know where or how to wash your clothes, so when you are done with these, he will find you new pajamas and dispose of the old ones. He will keep the underwear, but he will pretend to get rid of them, because he has learned that doing otherwise makes you angry. He doesn’t understand this - if you aren’t using them any more, why does it matter what he does with them? - but he doesn’t mind playing pretend if it makes you happy.

He sits cross-legged in his hammock for some time, watching you. You always fall asleep facing away from him, but you toss and turn during the night. He can see your face now, and your mouth is slightly ajar, your blanket draped just-so over the rise of your hip. If you woke up now, you would see him watching you and turn away, so he does his best to be quiet as he stands up. Slowly, he approaches your mattress and sits down beside you. You must be sleeping deeply, because you do not so much as stir when he pulls your blanket aside. It’s not surprising. Mahito does not sleep, so he does not know how exhaustion feels, but he knows what it looks like, and has seen it often on your face. When he first brought you here, you refused to sleep at all, until your eyes were empty and underlined by deep, dark shadows. Now, it’s caught up to you. He touches your cheek, and still, you do not stir.

A nice thought: perhaps you are sleeping well tonight because you have come to like him. It’s certainly not true, but it feels good, so he tries to believe it. He fails.

You make a little noise and roll over. Mahito follows you, sliding silently to the other side of your mattress. He could look at you like this all night, drinking you in while you dream of things he hopes are equally nice. If he were staring like this while you were awake, you would try to cover yourself with your blanket, and look up in horror when he snatched it away, and he thinks it is lovely that you can’t do that now. He raises his hand, and traces his finger lightly down the line of your waist, over your shirt, stopping at the waistband of your pants. It is very loose, and he does not really want to stop, and you do not move, so he fishes his hand inside and hooks his finger around the edge of your underwear where it clings to your hip.

He uses his other hand to pull your pants down your legs, carefully, just enough to expose your behind and the tops of your thighs. If you wake up now, he does not know exactly what you’ll do or say, because he is trying not to think about it anymore. As long as you are not awake, he can pretend that you want him to look at you, and that you enjoy looking at him every bit as much.

Do you think I’m pretty? Mahito remembers asking you this, not very long ago. If you’d said no, that would have been okay. He would have asked you what sort of things you thought were pretty, and changed however you desired him to change. He’s not particularly attached to the form he takes now - it would have been easy to make you happy then, if you’d just told him how.

But you did not say no. You did not even look at him. You stared at the ground, and spoke quietly, barely moving your lips. Why does it matter?

That had made him angry, and he doesn’t like it when you do that to him. You don’t like it either, because it makes him do things that he usually wouldn’t (not to you, at least). And now, with you sleeping, neither of you have to worry about it.

But just looking is not going to be enough. Not now that he’s done this. He feels his core rouse and stir, the thing he created just for you growing hard by some means he has yet to wholly understand, something more than a simple rush of blood. He is not human, so it is dizzying to feel like one, to feel his body tense in the same ways that theirs do, to feel desire in ways his being is not meant to hold. He wonders, sometimes, if he made this happen. If his curiosity about this feeling, the one that makes humans squeeze their bodies together and reach desperately towards each others souls, was so strong that it became the feeling itself.

You do not think this. You do not think he can feel the things you feel. If you did, you would understand why he wants to be pretty to you. Why he steals you things you like and lets you turn away from him when you get that hollow look in your eyes. Why he gets angry when you do not want him.

He tugs your underwear down your thighs. He is not as gentle as he was with your blanket or your pants, and a louder noise comes out of your mouth, but he does not pause. You are perfect like this, so pretty and so easy to play pretend with. Your slit is not wet, but he puts his finger in his mouth and draws it out coated with saliva and runs it between yours folds, and it is not all that different. You are making too many little noises to ignore, but he tries to ignore it anyways, because it is all so nice like this, and when it ends, everything will fall apart. He thinks you are more beautiful than anything he will ever make, and he wants you to think the same of him, and he knows you never will - but right now, he can tell himself that you do.

Just as he thinks this, your eyelids flutter open. Your gaze is blurry for a moment. You look at him. You look down at yourself, at the clothes he slipped down your legs moments before, at his hand resting between them. Then, your eyes are wide, full of the horror he has already seen far too many times.

“No.” Mahito can hear the desperation in his own voice. He grabs your shoulder, rolls you onto your stomach, and slides on top of you, pressing his palm over your mouth just as you open it. “Go back to sleep.” You are moving now, thrashing and shaking your head back and forth, trying to dislodge his hand. “Sleep.” He buries his head into the crook of your neck, and kisses you there, as softly as he can. “We were having such a nice time…it doesn’t have to be over…” Your arms are free, flailing like the lovely little creations he once tried to show you, that you gagged at the sight of. He does not want to have to hold them down. “Please.”

This is not how it should be. You should be on your back, so he can see your face, with your mouth parted like it was when you slept, with your eyes wide but not with fear. With your eyes glowing and alive, lighting up the way they did sometimes before he brought you here, but for him. You have been on your back with him before, but your face did not do the things it was supposed to do, and he had to press your wrists to the floor. He didn’t like that, but he wasn’t upset that time, because you still felt so nice - you would feel like that now, if he took you, and he is hard between your legs, but you are pressing them tight like you want him gone, and you are going to ruin it all -

He pulls his hand from your mouth and pushes it down on the back of your head, pressing your lips hard into your pillow before he can hear the things that you’re not supposed to say, and slides his other hand between your throat and your mattress, and squeezes your neck - you are so close to perfect now, and your body is soft and warm and wet, and if he doesn’t keep you like this everything will be ruined. He squeezes harder and moves himself to where he needs - needs - to be and thrusts frantically inside you, as if you might soon slip away, and -

It all slows down, the struggle momentarily forgotten, and he lets out a sigh between lips turned up at the corners, eyes wide and bright, so bright that they might scare you if you saw him. Everything is as it should be. You seem to tug him into you, and he closes his eyes, and there is nothing in his mind but the desire for more, which barely comes from his mind at all, and makes him rut into you and not think about anything at all. “Mine.” He barely hears himself say it, but he feels it, the way he reaches into you and imagines he can feel you reaching for him. His hands tighten instinctively in your hair and around your throat, and you are still and quiet but he can see you perfectly with his eyes closed, exactly as he wants you to be. Again. Again. Again. He shoves deeper into you, reaches in until he brushes against that wall at the end and oh. You are too still, and after all this he finds that does want your eyes open, because he is thinking about now and not what comes after.

He takes his hands from your neck and your head, and wraps them under your arms, and buries his face in you, breathes you in and scrapes teeth and tongue against your neck, and oh - it always ends so quickly. Maybe it won’t always, but you feel so good, you make him feel so good, and there’s nowhere else for it to go. He can feel it building up inside him, pulling him deeper into you, hips crashing into yours over and over again, and yes. It is going to end and he does not want it to end but he does. You stir beneath him, and he presses his entire self tight against you, and hears the breath and disoriented noise spill out of you. “Mine.”

The end-feeling squeezes tight in his core, and he feels his mouth fall open as it bursts forth and shoots through him - he’d hold onto it forever if he could, but he can’t, but he can hold onto you, and he does. You are awake now but he does not mind at all, because you are still and perfect beneath him as he releases everything inside you.

Pretty thing. Pretty, pretty. He wants to stay right where he is forever and ever. He presses his face into the softness of you skin, and inhales deeply, although he does not really need to breath at all. There is a pleasant haze in his body and mind. You are awake, but you do not speak, and he rests on top of you and inside you for a long, long time, imagining the nice things you could say when you finally open your mouth.

You don’t say them, of course. You don’t say them when he forces himself to move and lies down on the hard ground beside you. You don’t say them when he takes your hand, which is limp and cold in his grasp. You don’t say them any of the times he tells you that he’s all done, that you can go back to sleep. You just lie there, face down, obviously awake but acting like you’re not.

Mahito does not like this, but he is still playing pretend just a little bit, so he doesn’t mind as much as he usually would. Tomorrow he will find you a case for your pillow, and new clothes. If you don’t like them he might be upset, but he imagines a scenario in which you sit up and thank him when he returns, and let him hold you without getting sad or scared. It’s a pleasant thought. He thinks you’re very nice for keeping yourself still and quiet, and letting him think about the things he wants to be true.

Tw: somno

After hell and the wall cracks, and breaks, and comes down Sam starts dreaming of Lucifer. Sometimes he wakes up from them screaming but other times he wakes up to cum in his pants and a silent scream in his throat all at once.

Dean who can't always wake him or reach him with just his voice but he can fuck him while he sleeps so that when Sam does come it's with Dean right inside him, far as he can get and holding him together.

Those days Sam comes to crying and Dean's there still pressed inside, shushing him and kissing him and stroking him until he comes again still with tears all on his face so Sam knows Lucifer can't have him again