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theywhowriteandknowthings · 1 month

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König smutty Drabble:

18+ MDNI, as if my whole blog. NSFW CONTENT AHEAD. Somno, Somnophilia, sleepy sex, masturbation mention

He’s too tired and falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

It was a long mission, longer than any other so far. You’re not mad. You’re glad he’s able to sleep, that’s healthy, it’s good.

But you’re just so damned horny.

You slip in your headphones and bring up your favourite audio erotica VA and slide over to the far side of your super king bed.

You get off a few times to the filth pouring in your ears. Trembling so hard you worry you’ll wake him.

But you finish up after over an hour of audio and multiple orgasms. You clean up in the bathroom and slip back into bed.

Kö stirs as you settle, pulling your back flush against his chest as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck.

You’re drifting off as a large, warm hand palms your breast and the rather obvious press of Kö’s erection against your ass. You groan and arch into his touch, grinding back against his cock.

In minutes you’ve fumbled around, moving your hips to accommodate him.

You’re gushing on his cock as he pounds up into you from behind as you work your clit. It’s ecstasy as you clench around his thick length.

He comes hard inside you with a low whine and you see stars as you plummet into the depths of yet another orgasm.

You’re left panting and whining as you feel his spend leaking from your cunt as he slowly softens within you.

“Need to get up Biene, or I’m going to fall asleep.”

You peel yourself away, peeing and cleaning up before settling back down into bed with your love.

“So,” he grumbles sleepily, “How did that start?”

“What?” You ask, incredulous.

“Well, I woke up with my tip pressing into you,” he says with a blush prickling over his cheeks.

You balk as you realise he was asleep for most of the build up, a dash of shame dampening your mood.

“Fuck, I thought you were awake the whole time,” you admit as you chew on your bottom lip, “sorry Kö.”

“Sorry? No don’t be sorry that was so good,” he hums as his eyes flutter shut, “Was very sexy to wake up to.”

You shake your head, snuggling in closer as you try not to overthink it all.

Maybe you need to discuss somnophilia more firmly with him now. Because that was really fucking hot.

(shout out to this happening almost word for word the other night to me listening to Badjhur audio 🫠)

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chosokamosbf · 1 month

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ᑎIGᕼT ᒪIT ᗪEᔕIᖇE.

☆ 18+ only/no minors. | jason todd x gn! reader.

SUMMARY: a nsft fic waking up jason from a nightmare by bringing him to the edge

WARNINGs: 18+, (consensual) somnophilia, gn! reader, (jason receiving) oral, nightmares, minor mentions of blood and scarring.

WORD COUNT: 1600+

NOTEs: second person & no plot. ["babe/baby," and no pronouns used to refer to the insert/reader.]

Sprayed over silk sheets of a bed with more than enough space, in your all-consuming unconsciousness, your body managed to wedge itself in close to your boyfriend, where your head is settled right in the empty space of his shoulder. The weather hasn't been kind of as late, and so all fabrics other than the blankets pushed to the very edge of the mattress hours ago are short to combat the heat.

It hasn't helped much. The fan Jason had set up on your side to turn in place is losing the war as you're both covered in sweat. It isn't made any better by the fact he's been using that shoulder to cradle your head from underneath, the rest of the arm resting over your chest.

The deepening of this velvet night is broken to a steady close as he stirs hard enough to knock you out of that position.

You slowly blink the fog from your mind and rub the crust from your eyes with the one arm that isn't being partially buried under his weight.

The city pours in through even the smallest cracks between the curtains, enveloping their own designated areas in multicolored amalgamations of beams formed from sirens and electrified billboards nearby. It seeps over the sheets until it's reached the ceiling, leaving Jason's arms painted in its light, giving a full show of just how much they're twitching.

The other couple in the complex, whom you have gotten to know real well from their screaming matches (as muffled as they may be), seated only a few apartments away, have nothing on how loud his heaving is getting.

His face is turned away now, and you get up on your elbows to find pale lids pinched tightly together, brows in a deep, settled frown. It's not a far cry from what usually makes him intimidating under the helm, but there's a pout pulling at his lips all the while.

Recently, there's been no notable injuries, but his hands have found either one of his arms just to hold them steady and prod his fingers into anyway.

Sometimes your voice is enough alone to call him out of his head with how much he loves it. "Jason?"

He stays in place, and you sit up to speak his name into the night again while your fingertips trail down an arm.

This time around, a groan answers your inquiry.

His forehead is slick with a growing layer of sweat. The white tank top he was just teasing you about after catching wandering eyes earlier in the night is stuck to his broad chest, and barely is it settling with every pant.

"Jason, you okay?"

It's always an uphill race with the few hours of rest he's allowed in between 'work.' Some days are better than others, and this clearly isn't one of them.

If plain intuition is serving you well, it's another nightmare.

Your teeth catch on your lower lip. "Baby?"

Rationality by damned, your voice stays weak as the thought of waking him up properly stays just that, a thought.

At worst, Jason's going to get moody if you interrupt his sleep, and he'll carry that over into the morning. Sure, he's trying to get better at communicating, but leaving behind the go-to of never doing just that has given way to taking hours to open up. Still, he doesn't seem like he's enjoying the dream.

There are a thousand or so possibilities as to what this one is exactly about, and you don't need to be a genius to know that he might head straight to the bathroom to get rid of the nasty pit in his stomach by the end of it. As much as you'll usually do your best to help out yesterday's dinner and hold his hair up if need be, there has to another option.

And there is.

Unconventional as it may be, you've talked about it before. When exactly is a fuzzy memory. At best, it stirred from another night of endless rambling, something to fill the silence when you both were left awake.

Most others he's all by himself when he gets back. It isn't the worst, as long as he isn't bleeding to death. Put away everything and make sure nothing gets on the carpet—a steady tradition. Sometimes, he's left with excess energy, though.

He mostly took the offer with little chance in his mind that he'd use it. The rules were set, and Jason made it clear that it was allowed on either side. Wasn't like he was going to make much use of it anyway.

And technically, he hasn't. Three times over a year or so ago, and each one was a gentle transition back into consciousness before he'd shown just how much he appreciated it: appreciated you.

Carefully, you get his nails to pull away from his skin and settle him on his back again. His shirt has etched up over the night, leaving his stomach and the happy trail growing across to the melt-worthy temps.

Trying hard not to wake him up, you press your head onto his chest, slowly rubbing down on his belly.

Instantly, his breathing stutters.

Even in sleep, he's so gorgeous it hurts to even look at him, not in spite of the stubborn scowl still hanging on his mouth. Those thick eyelashes frame closed eyes. Instead of them blinking awake, his head rolls back over to the side, and the long-since healed gash sprayed over his neck gets stretched into the light peering into your two's home before he's yawning.

And you exhale softly. It feels as if you're breathing in nothing. You swallow hard—once, then twice—and inch your hand past the waistband of his boxers.

He's warm in your palm, and then his breath hitches while you freeze in place.

But Jason doesn't make a move to break your hold on him.

In slow strokes, your hand wrapped around the thick of it glides across, using the pre-cum to make it easier on the both of you. It's not taking much for his cock to start holding up on its own at the attention, but it's taking up the space you need. Your wrist is going to sting in the morning either way, but still.

Gaining more courage, you dare lift your head and softly kiss his cheek.

You form a better grip around it, continuing to kiss every scar and the edge of his lips while your thumb circles the cockhead. A leg swings over another, and the purrs he's basically humming out by now—his lips sealed in his sleep—nearly muffle how the bed creaks when you move to take place between his.

After grabbing the elastic band of his underwear, you slowly pull it down enough for the length to slip free, already drooling and half-hard.

You lean down to slide your tongue down the side to see if that wakes him up, and it doesn't.

The taste of him coats your tongue, and you hollow your cheeks, gradually taking it down till it's almost hitting your throat. The second a groan slips, undiscouraged even through the girth, your hands come around his hips to settle them back down more gently after they subconsciously jerked forward.

Musk overwhelms your senses. Your head tilts up to find through lashes that an arm's moved to rest over his forehead.

Bobbing your head in tune with the same shaky movements moments ago, you suck on the flushed tip, the nib throbbing hot and insistent, pinning your tongue down.

It starts off quiet, but then the breathy moan filling your ears begins to overshadow the whirling fan. What you can't fit down your throat, you use your hands to give equal attention to. Your face slots closer to his taint to kiss at his balls with spread lips.

Thighs flex over and press against either side of your head, clenching and undoing their tense stances every few seconds while the sheets shift with the writhing further up the bed. You grant yourself time to breathe before kissing the head and then trying to take his thick cock back inside.

So deep into the intimacy, your eyes close just to feel a hand in your hair. A sharp tug pulls you off to see the dark curled back over you.

Seeing him from your angle below, there's a thousand things he could do—instead, his nose scrunches up, and rather than rub his own fluttering eyes open, he holds up a hand to block out the stream of light poking through into his space. The other is laid aside as he props himself back onto an elbow.

His voice isn't anything but a slur. "What're you doing?"

"You were having a nightmare, so I woke you up."

Jason's exhaustion rings through the growl that slips. He doesn't need to look at you for long to tug you towards him and press his lips to yours. In a messy drawl, both of your jaws end with salvia glistening over the skin.

They crash insistently onto yours in heated breath.

Although you're definitely going to remember to clean out your mouth in the afterglow of tonight due to the morning breath.

"Don't remember asking for a wake-up call." His breathing stays the same as it has been: heavy while he's pulling you closer to rest his head over one of your shoulders. "But thanks, baby."

White strands of curls stick to his forehead and roll against you. Meanwhile, he's making use of the little space to trace the muscles of your back with the rough pads he has for palms.

He talks against your lips, refusing to pull back even while the edges of his tug at his own.

"You wanna use that mouth again and finish what you started, babe?"

#jason todd x gn reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #jason todd #dc comics #gn reader #mine #grabbing and strangling him like bart simps0n. but affectionately #somnophilia tw #somnophilia cw #somno tw #dubious consent #dubcon tw

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scara-meow-che · 1 year

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then they were roommates ┃ sweet deception with thoma

CW. NSFW (MDNI), afab! reader with no set of pronouns, roommate! thoma, use of sedatives, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it!), pervert! thoma, noncon, he takes pics of you, male masturbation, pervert and a bit ooc thoma ♥︎

AN. another reposted work. i promise that i'd be posting new ones soon <3 just a little more from my part on actually editing the drafts that i have here but anyway, enjoy our ooc pervert, roomie thoma!

thoma is the sweetest roommate you’d ever ask for!

besides the fact that he constantly reminds you of the tasks you have absentmindedly forgotten or prepares breakfast in the morning, he also helps you with your projects whenever he has some time to spare.

you also want to take note of the tea he always makes!

“hey thoma! you haven’t told me what brand this tea is.”

the weekend had just arrived and you were left sprawled in the comforts of your blankets while watching another rom-com with thoma. he was laid adjacent to your side, the two loveseats occupied by your tired bodies.

“silly, how many times do i need to tell you that i handmade this! you can help me pick up the ingredients tomorrow morning if you want,” thoma offers with a smile. he can see how you immediately perked up in interest, nodding your head in agreement. “well, just make sure that you sleep early now since i often leave around 5.”

and he hears you grunt afterward.

“come on now, you wouldn’t miss an opportunity like this, yeah?” he encourages you, standing up from his seat. he eyes you, taking a huge sip of your tea before dropping down the cup on the nearby table. he shudders, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips before he reaches out both his hands to help you stand up.

as you do, you can feel your body slipping into a relaxed state, almost stumbling and falling back into the seat. but thoma was fast and had an arm wrapped around your body, gently cradling you in his warmth.

“easy now,” he mumbles. it felt quite nice to be wrapped in his embrace as the nature of his being caring seeps through while he guides you to your room. “getting sleepy now, aren’t you?”

you hummed, feeling the softness of your blanket caressing your skin as thoma gently lays you down on your bed. as each second passes by, you find your eyes can barely keep themselves open. and before you were consumed by sleep, you can hear the faint whisper from your roommate, a sweet smile etched on his face.

“sweet dreams f/n.”

it was truly sweet, thoma had always been like this every day and you barely notice the patterns. he is someone so kind, dependable, selfless, and caring so you trust him. there’s never a reason to doubt him, not when he had you gullible just as he wanted to.

don’t get him wrong but thoma genuinely cares for you. he likes you, a lot. but the intensity of his emotions quickly becomes too much for him to handle. you were so pretty, so perfect in his eyes that he can’t help but give you what he thinks you’d want, what you’d like, what you’d find worthy of your affection.

but he thinks that fucking you when you’re asleep is something you wouldn’t approve of.

when he sees the steady motion of your chest, lungs pumping air in and out of your relaxed and vulnerable state, he’s quick to adjust your body, letting you lie flat on your back and your legs pressed on each side. you’ve always looked beautiful to him, no matter what you wear, no matter how unkempt your hair was.

and he finds you most beautiful spread out like this for him to take. an angel you are in his eyes.

he groans when he feels his cock ache inside his tight pants. you’re just that perfect, fuck, he’s so damn lucky that he’s the one who gets to share this apartment space with you and not just a random bastard who wouldn’t treat you like he does.

he just hope you wouldn’t find out the debauched person he can be.

thoma wants to put all the blame on you. you should be held accountable for how adorable you are, and how your beaming eyes always had him hooked whenever you tell him what happened in uni. you should know that he’s utterly smitten from how much you cling to him, trusting him to the point where you don’t even notice that the tea he makes was the very reason why he had you pressed down like this.

of course, he wouldn’t dare hurt you. he’s not an asshole who just takes advantage of you like this and ends up hurting you in any way or form. thoma would spend the time preparing you, holding you, and pleasing you before he could even please himself.

as he had your legs spread open, he would gently remove your pants, revealing you in your underwear. he finds it cute how you wear this particular pair every weekend, the soft pastel red cotton undies he always love!

then he would notice how you’d shiver, feeling the cold gust of wind welcoming your flushed skin. thoma would cover you up with the blanket he made for you, smiling as he remembers how you were elated to receive this from him.

as he provides you a source of warmth, he would continue and leave kisses on your thighs, his large hands pressing down to spread your legs wider. he dares not leave any hickeys, as much as his mind tells him to mark you already. he can do that later when you’re finally sober enough to know what the hell he’s doing.

after leaving feather-like kisses on both your thighs, thoma would press two of his fingers between your clothed cunt, sliding up and down your slit. he can hear the gentle hums of satisfaction escaping your lips.

“even when you’re in deep sleep, you’ve always loved being pleasured like this, huh?” he whispers, putting in some pressure that the tip of his finger glides down your clit. “we wouldn’t want to mess this though,” he adds before he hooks two of his fingers to the band of your underwear and slowly pulls it off your body.

with your lower half exposed for his eyes to feast on, thoma almost came at the sight of your cunt slightly shimmering from your slick. he curses under his breath, impatient because he just wants to shove his cock but had put an immense focus so to mentally stops himself.

before he even loses control, he moves his head down and has his lips close in your cunt. he hums, satisfied, tasting you as his tongue laps up and down your clit. he can finally taste you, so sweet against the sensitive flesh of his mouth. you were addicting, thoma can’t help but give your pussy lips a kiss before he had his whole mouth sucking on your poor cunt.

he felt your thighs occassionally close back from the sensation, your eyebrows furrowing that your sleep-induced state tries to focus on the pleasurable feeling you’re receiving between your legs.

“you’re so damn cute,” thoma mutters before he goes back on assaulting your sensitive clit. he wants to hear you moan, to hear you whimper about how good he’s treating you, how good he was on eating you out, on pleasing you but that can wait.

after flicking his tongue on your sensitive nub, he had two fingers slowly pumping in and out of your hole. you were so wet, so ready for him to take but he wants to make you cum first. thoma goes back on sucking on your clit as his fingers smoothly go in and out of your hole, adjusting it to reach the most sensitive spot inside that he knew by heart. you were so warm, so tight around two of his digits.

the pleasure he gets from fucking you like this had him rutting his hips down the bed, cock itching to shove itself inside your warmth and have your tight walls snuggle it closer. his pants' already ruined from his pre. he groans as he does so, eyes peering up to witness how your back softly arched from the vibrations he had let go on your clit. thoma can feel how close you are, your warm walls sucking him in with fervor.

“that’s it f/n. go on, cum for me,” he says even if you won’t even hear him or know that it was him pleasuring you like this. your walls clamped on his fingers, your hole gushing out so much slick as thoma didn’t stop sliding his digits in and out to ride your high.

your body was still shaking a bit from the aftermath of your orgasm when thoma swiftly moved up and pulled his hard and aching cock out of his already-ruined pants. he hissed as the warmth of his hands made contact with his skin, quickly rubbing the bulbous head on your cunt to relieve himself from the pain.

“‘want you so badly, f/n, just let me—” slowly, he pushes himself inside your walls, grunting at the sudden tightness engulfing him. he eyes your body, those emerald hues watching every twitch of your eyebrow and how your chest lets go of a shaky breath as he finally pushes all the way in. “fuck, you feel so good around me.”

thoma’s head was spinning at the view he’s getting of you even more when he looks down to where you’re both connected. his long girth feels just perfect to be inside you, smoothly sliding in and out. hell, he wanted to roughly bend you in half and shove himself as deep as he could but you might wake up. he doesn’t want that but fuck, you’re making it so hard for him.

in seconds, he rocks his hips against your body, his thighs softly smacking against your butt as he slowly ruts himself in your core. thoma bites down on his lips, focusing on being gentle while getting the most out of your cunt. he closes his eyes, savoring how your walls sucks him in, tightening every time he bottoms out. he was so big yet he had managed to have you adjust to his size perfectly, molding you to have his cock alone.

he was close, the pleasure so intense on bis lower half he had somehow let go of his focus and started a rather quick pace in fucking you. he hears you whimpering, his mind thinking that you’re awake and was ushering him to go faster, that you’re close too, that you want him to make a mess out of you.

“anything for you, f/n. fuck, i’d do anything for you,” he utters with a moan, sweat glistening on his forehead, his balls slapping oh so loudly against your thighs covered with your slick. and he pulls out, groaning as his cold hands started to jerk on his sensitive cock before he lets out his thick cum just right outside your hole.

thoma could barely keep in his moans, shivering at how he coats your pussy lips with his load that you looked so damn messy but fuck, you’re just so beautiful in his eyes.

“i love you,” he whispers but gained back his focus in seconds when he hears you humming. his eyes darted back to your face only to see that you’re still fast asleep.

thoma sighs, shaking his head, and went back down to look at your cum-stained cunt. he could just jerk again at the sight but doesn’t want to wake you sooner than he’d think he might. but, before he puts your legs back down and it let relax, he pulls out his phone from his pocket and quickly took pictures of your body, more on how he ruined you below, angling it where he can see how he had claimed you to be his.

with this sweet smile on his face, he bends down and slowly left a kiss on your forehead.

“sweet dreams, angel. i hope that we can spend more time soon.”

#⇲ full streams #nsfw.txt #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #thoma smut #thoma x reader smut #drugging tw #tw drugging #noncon tw #tw noncon #tw somnophilia #somnophilia tw

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dirtybg3confessions · 9 months

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Confession: I've been imagining a scenario where Tav consents to Astarion doing whatever he wants to them while they're sleeping. Kissing all over their body, touching, stroking them, all before even thinking of feeding. Astarion's stealthy, but even if he woke Tav up, they pretend to still be asleep just to feel him.

#astarion #bg3 astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #dirty confessions #somnophilia tw

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pretty-puppy-princess · 22 days

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my bf won't stop jigglin my 🍑,, 🙄

Apparently it's hypnotizing but I don't see it 🥱🥱

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killsaki · 1 year

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forced kisses…. being kissed in your sleep…… waking up to being kissed and being held down so they can continue…..

#noncon tw #somnophilia tw #noncon somno tw #star speaks.#i……….

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mommybard · 1 year

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Now now sweetie, you know you need to go to sleep on time. If you stay up all night how's the tentacle monster supposed to come and play with your sleeping body~? It can't do its job if you're awake

#somnophilia tw #tw somnophilia #tw tentacles #tentacles tw

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suguwu · 7 months

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getou + somno...preps you a tiny bit less than usual so you don't wake up, long fingers slipping into you so carefully, though he wakes you up a little meanly, bullying his way inside you until the intense stretch has you jolting awake with a whine. you're already breathless with how full you are, fingers twisting into the sheets as heat drips through you, honey-slow, and your voice breaks on his name.

he laughs low in your ear and you know that he's just getting started.

#bee chats #somno tw #somnophilia tw

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delphi-dreamin · 1 year

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Soft

The attic is quiet, and they are too...

Ship: Belphegor x Delphi

Word Count: 1336

Warnings: somnophilia, unprotected sex

Notes: Y'all, I just wanted to write something soft with Belphie. That's all. But this...ugh. I love it. I hope you do too!

The House is quiet for once. The only sounds in the attic are the distant hum of the Devildom’s nocturnal insects as they search for food and mates, and the quiet, rhythmic breathing of the human curled up asleep in his arms. Belphie watches her chest rise and fall, watches the flutter of her lashes against her pale cheeks. She seems to glow silver under the star-shaped lights draped from the ceiling, ethereal even in her sleep.

He runs a hand down her bare side, fingertips lightly grazing her smooth skin. She shivers lightly under his touch, goosebumps blooming on every bit of flesh he can see. Delphi shifts in her sleep, moving closer to his warmth with a small whine, and Belphie chuckles. She makes the most adorable noises when she sleeps, little whines and moans as she dreams about classes and work and even sometimes his brothers and Belphie. Those are his favorites.

She shifts some more and the thin white sheet covering her falls away slightly, exposing her hip and her plush thigh. Belphie feels his heart squeeze, gazing down at her. It makes sense, he thinks, that a creature so beautiful, so full of grace and love, would have the blood of angels coursing through her veins. After everything she’s been through, after everything he put her through, for her to still be here in his bed, for her to still love him…it’s nothing short of a miracle.

He brushes a stray curl from her cheek and smiles as she turns into his touch. Even in her sleep, she’s so responsive to his touch. He wonders what would happen if he just…

Belphie runs a hand down her cheek, her neck. He trails his fingertips between the soft mounds of her breasts, watching goosebumps emerge and the delicate skin around her nipples pebble. A tiny whimper escapes her lips and he smiles, continuing to ghost his fingertips down her stomach, gently tracing his twin’s mark over her navel. It makes her moan high in her throat and push her head back into his chest.

He presses a kiss to her hairline and grins. His long fingers dip between her legs, finding her wet with arousal. Belphie groans softly, slipping first one then two fingers into her slick entrance and sighing when she rolls her hips into his hand. He buries his face in her hair and breathes in her warm scent.

She smells sweet and slightly floral, her shampoo mingling with her natural scent. Belphie can’t hold himself back any longer. He pumps his fingers into her at a quick pace, the squelching of her soaked pussy and her soft moans adding to the symphony of the nighttime insects just beyond the attic walls. He scissors his fingers a few times, stretching her tight walls just enough without waking her. When he feels she’s ready, he removes his fingers, lifting her leg and dragging the head of his cock through her slick with a groan.

Belphie lines himself up with her soaked entrance, pressing his fat tip into her. Little by little, he sinks into her heat, sighing into her neck when he finally seats himself fully within her, “Fuck, gorgeous…”

He sets a languid pace of deep, slow strokes that make her whine and moan softly in her sleep, canting her hips into his. Not for the first time he thinks he must be the luckiest demon alive. The way her brows knit together and her face flushes as he rocks into her remind him of the first time he walked in on her with Beel. They’d been taking too long in the locker room after fangol practice, and Belphie had gone to look for them. He’d found them in the showers, Delphi bent over the half-wall dividing two shower stalls, face almost as dark a pink as her hair and her expression locked into a silent scream of ecstasy, the sound having long died out. His twin was balls deep in her, slamming into her so hard and fast that Belphie remembers thinking that her tits must have hurt with how much they were bouncing.

She’d sucked him off that day in the locker room. When she saw him standing in the doorway, jaw on the floor, she’d grinned and beckoned him over. She’d unzipped his pants and taken him down to the hilt in one smooth motion, making him choke on his own breath as it tried to simultaneously move in and out of his lungs.

The thought of that day makes his dick twitch, even as he ruts into her, his tip nudging her cervix with every stroke. He drapes her leg over his hip carefully, then slides his hand back up her side, squeezing her breast and tweaking her nipple as he does.

“Mm, Belphie…?” he hears her ask, half question and half moan.

“I’m sorry, princess. I tried not to wake you,” he whispers into her skin. “But you looked so pretty laying there I just had to have another taste.”

Her sleepy whimpers and moans turn into sleepy sighs and groans as she reaches up to run a hand through his hair. He can hear the smile in her voice when he tells him, “Taste all you want, baby. I’m yours.”

Belphie smiles in return, though he knows she can’t see it, and resumes his gentle pace. He rolls into her steadily, letting his hand wander back down from her nipple to her puffy clit, rubbing slow, light circles around the sensitive bud. Everything, even her fingers gripping his hair tight and tugging at his scalp, is easy and tender in a way that things usually aren’t with the youngest. Delphi rests her head back against his chest, warmth blooming in her own as his lips find her ear, then her cheek.

“That’s it, baby,” she murmurs, rolling into his lazy thrusts. “Keep up just like that…”

Their pace is too slow for either of them to finish anytime soon, but neither is in any hurry. Delphi rakes her fingers through Belphie’s soft hair, gripping the base of one of his horns and sighing when he shifts into his demon form. With the long fur at the end of his tail, he caresses her side, kissing her cheek when she turns her face toward him again.

He moves so deliberately that she can feel every vein on his thick cock as it drags along her sensitive walls. Belphie grasps her chin firmly, turning her head just enough that he can press his lips to hers. She makes a little gasp, and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue between her parted lips, gliding it over her teeth and palate.

Delphi feels heat building in the pit of her stomach, goosebumps blossoming over her sensitive skin. She whines into his lips, sighing as he brakes away, “Belphie, I’m getting close…”

“I know, sweetheart,” the youngest whispers to her with a soft smile. “Just relax, okay? I'm gonna take care of you.”

It feels like hours that they stay like that, Belphie's fingers teasing her delicate bundle of nerves and his dick teasing the spongey sweet spot deep inside her until she feels like lava, molten and liquid and glowing. Every nerve within her is burning, every cell alight with white hot pleasure. It flows over her, enveloping her in its embrace until she's sure she could catch flame with the slightest spark.

Then Belphie is kissing her shoulder and flooding her with his own heat, his breath almost cool as it fans over her neck. They slow to a stop, his hand coming up to rest over her navel, and Delphi smiles sleepily up at him, her eyes fluttering closed. She finds herself drifting before her lashes fully come to rest against her flushed cheeks, murmuring senselessly to herself as she falls back into sleep once more.

Belphie chuckles, placing a feather-light kiss to her cheek before he joins her in the dreamscape.

Taglist: @sassykattery @bite-sized-devil @attic-club-sandwich @sparkbeast20 @kyungjoon-do @rensphilia @consolationblog @flemmingbamse

#obey me #mc!delphi #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie smut #obey me belphegor smut #obey me x oc #somnophilia tw #somno tw

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theloveinc · 8 months

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kirishima whispering about how obsessed with fingering you...being three fingers deep in his favorite, pretty pussy... have a good night!

When he gets home extra, extra late and you’re already tucked up in bed. It’s a good thing you never wear any undies under your cute little sleep shorts cuz it leaves just enough access for him to wake you up without actually making you get up. You’re barely blinking your eyes open and he’s already nuzzling into your cheek as he pulls your leg up and hooks your calf around his, whispering into your skin, “go back to sleep, baby, I’ve got you.”

good night😚🤤😴

#kirishima #half asleep letting him pleasure you in your dreams #morning yawning stretching when he gets you there #OIUGUUGGUGHGHHHHHHIOGIGHHH #I want it…#you wake up the next morning and he’s still hard and all smiling like lmfaooooo #smug face on #somnophilia tw #caitie things #gen

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pretty-puppy-princess · 2 months

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Just unlocked my front door, put on my tiniest thong and took a sleeping pill in preparation of my boyfriend comin over at the crack of dawn ;3

damn, I sure hope no one else comes in and takes advantage of me in my vulnerable state,,,

(not a photo from today, but a picture my bf took one time, just before he r@ped me ♡♡)

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blushedfemme · 3 months

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umm hey i see those tags don’t make me woozy like that goddamn…

the soporific effect. damn that’s some good taste. i’m imagining a kind of lightheaded drunkenness which would get me mumbling nonsense under my breath, half asleep and aroused. i’d be of two minds- an instinctive one which remembers my binds and tugs weakly for survival, and one which finds the spider on top of me so warm, so pretty, that i forget everything else entirely

pumped with so many endorphins, your webbing would start to feel just as comfortable as your touch. an aphrodisiac effect maybe? something to keep the blood pumping hot and sweet. my initial reluctance would conflict with a new overwhelming feeling; desperation

and just maybe, i’d find myself a little upset, a little lost, if the spider left her prey alone

🪰

ahhh mumbling nonsense under your breath oh my god 😵‍💫🤤 you’re feverish and hot to the touch maybe, but not from any sickness, only the sweet stupor my webbing has put you in. of course your poor brain would short-circuit and you’d start to forget anything outside of being under my control…

i love the idea of an aphrodisiac effect too 🤭 maybe i’d work my hand through your binds to where you’re packing, building a rhythm that makes you shudder and release and moan, conscious only of the overwhelming pleasure wracking your body, multiplied by the intoxicating effect of your restraints as you shake and strain against them.

and ohhh with such delightfully tantalizing prey, i would never leave them alone too long

#clarke answers #🪰 anon #kidnap fantasy #intox #intox tw #somnophilia tw #somno #dubcon tw #cnc tw #confinement tw

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ifidiedinadream · 1 month

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can I share my cnc thought about Samy cause this has been on my mind:

So he's supposed to be coming home from tour, so I would wear a new lingerie (in my mind it's a matching set that's emerald green) and wait for him in the bedroom. His flight is late and I've already waited for couple of hours just trying to pass time by scrolling on my phone. I'd send him a teasing pic of my body that shows the lingerie with a text like "hurry home, look what's waiting for you" Eventually I wouldn't even notice that I fall asleep.

Samy would see the message while in a taxi back home, his cock already hardening just because of the picture, thinking about how he finally gets to see me in just a few minutes. After opening the front door and walking inside our shared home he drops his bags on the floor. He calls out to me, wondering why I'm not coming to greet him like I usually do. He walks to our bedroom where he sees me laying on my stomach, one leg bent in a way that makes my ass look even more great, now even more so with the green lace adorning it. After pondering for a second should he wake me up, he remembers our conversations about waking the other one up with sex. We both have already done that to each other couple of times before. Samy undresses himself and lays behind me, softly touching my skin, taking in my beautiful figure. He would press a few kisses on my shoulders but since he's desperate to be inside me, he wastes no time, only lubes up his cock and pushes my panties to the side. After pushing in my warm heat and starting a solid rhythm, he would hear me sigh out and mumble in my sleep. He would lean down to suck on my neck and thrust harder, which would get me to wake up. I would startle a bit but Samy is quick to shush me, pressing kisses on my cheek, one landing on the corner of my mouth. I would whine and moan, feeling his cock inside me is an intense feeling after such a long time.

Eventually we would both finish and find ourselves cuddling with me laying on my back, him with his head on my chest. I would play with his curls, while he would every now and then press a kiss on my chest. We would discuss everything that we haven't had the time before on phone calls. It would almost feel overwhelming just listening to his voice, feeling his heartbeat and laugh vibrate to my skin. I missed him so much that having him in my arms would feel a bit unreal.

THIS. THIS IS BEAUTIFUL. the way i imagined it so clearly 😳

#fantasies #cnc tw #consensual non consent tw #consensual somnophilia cw #somnophilia tw

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