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garoujo · 11 months

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NOW PLAYING: ✩ ˛˚ . 𝓓𝓐𝓓𝓓𝓨’𝓢 𝓖𝓘𝓡𝓛 feat. GOJO SATORU!

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ wc: 4.8k! your step dad knows that at the end of the day you’ll always be a daddy’s girl.. you just don’t realise it yourself!

warnings! f!reader, stepcest, noncon!somno (kissing & touching) -> eventual consent (it happens more than once, you wake up during one of them & it escalates to more), stepdad!gojo, age gap, you refer to him as ‘daddy’, this is my submission for @killsaki’s family ties collab, fank u so much starry for letting me join & write this! ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! it’s been a while since i’ve written step daddy!gojo but pls head the warnings! ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა

it’s late, you think aimlessly as you find yourself blinking drowsily at the crappy slasher you’ve wound up watching on the couch in the living room. you’re tired, but you can’t sleep and the more you think about it the more restless you feel as you try to burrow yourself deeper into the plush blanket that’s wrapped around you, comfortable but you still feel cold as you wait—beg for sleep to take you.

another drowned out screen rattles you as it pours into the room and you find yourself pouting before deciding to flick through your phone instead. it’s like you’re caught in a haze as you swipe through your feed, offering the tv a quick glance every so often but you’re not paying enough attention to your surroundings to hear the careful steps behind you.

there’s another scream followed by another sigh from you before you jolt when long arms fall across your shoulders, followed by a smooth voice that steals your entire attention with how much it seems to soothe you.

“oh? you’re up late.” your stepdad gojo drawls as his looming figure drapes over the back of the couch behind you, his chin resting on the top of your head as his crystalline gaze squints at the tv screen before you nudge him off with a huff.

“what the hell, satoru!” you grumble as you turn around to shoot him a frown from over your shoulder, but that only seems to make him meet you with a smirk before he’s rounding the couch to see you clearer. “but yeah, i just cant sleep.”

“you scared?” he’s teasing you, you can tell by the way gojo’s smile twitches wider, sending you a narrowed sort of look beneath the snowy peaks of his hair as he tilts his head at you. but you hate how good he was at it, making you cross your arms as you try to focus back on the movie you were now suddenly so interested in again.

“you’re so annoying.” it’s a half-hearted rebuke, you’re far too tired to think up something witty and you know even if you did, he’d say something even more infuriating.

gojo was always like that with you, he seems to take pleasure in getting to you, prodding you for a reaction and it’s annoying how good he is at doing it. maybe that’s just how he was, the role of father to someone else’s child seemed to come a lot easier to him than it might to others, but you always put that down to the megumi he always spoke about, so that was never an issue. although you’ve never been able to shake the feeling that your stepdad likes teasing you a little more than he does everyone else.

“hm, you need protectin’? ‘ts my job remember.” his honeyed tone brings your tired gaze from your thoughts and back to him before he knocks his hand against your thigh, ushering you along the couch before his lanky body is falling into the spot right next to you.

“i can take care of myself.” you huff as you look away from him again and you hear gojo hum like he’s thinking it over before he breathes out a laugh, letting his palm push under the blankets to smooth across your thigh like some sort of faux attempt to soothe you. the touch lingers longer than you’d like but you swallow it down, he’s always been a little touchy.

“oh? but a sweet thing like you is always first to go.” you hate the way the compliment mixed with the back and forth motion of his hand on your skin feels like it burns you. it’s like something ignites in your skin despite how cold you felt a moment ago and it’s sinful the way your instincts seem to push you closer to him as you seek out more.

your stepdad gojo always ran warm so you’ll blame it on that rather than the heat that’s buzzing along your shoulders and thighs with every swipe of his hand, his fingers squeezing comfortingly at the skin as you make yourself comfortable in his side. despite the teasing, you were always close so the proximity isn’t something that was completely new, although this feeling is.

“nah, it’s always the annoying, handsome ones.” you’re blissfully unaware of your adorable little reply until you hear the snowy haired man next to you chuckle before he’s pulling your legs over his, sending you a look that makes you cast him a sidewards glance before you’re avoiding it all together.

“is that right?” gojo goads, deliberately as he pinches at your thigh a little too hard but just enough to have you kicking your legs before he’s wrapping one of his long arms around your shoulder again, this time to curl you closer into him as his lips rest against your temple. he can feel you grumbling, probably a little embarrassed you just called your stepdad handsome but he’s sure the things going on in his mind right now are a whole lot worse.

“shutup, you’re missing the movie.” but you’re just too adorable for him to ignore.

but your stepdad thinks you’re so pretty when an hour or two later you’re finally asleep — your cheek pressed against his shoulder when his ministrations on your skin mixed with his comforting body heat has finally lulled you.

gojo finds himself wanting to rest there a little longer as he stretches out his neck meanwhile probably the fourth sequel to that shitty movie plays. but he lets his muscles pop before he’s pulling you closer and sighing when he finds his eyes dropping to the press of your chest against his own, broader one. it’s sinful, he knows he shouldn’t deliberately put himself this close to you, not when he’s well aware of your little crush on him — one that he welcomes, maybe due to his own growing affection that stemmed way past that of a father figure at this point.

although despite his own selfish desires to keep you pressed against him all night, he knows you’ll complain tomorrow about the uncomfortable sleeping position and as much as he’d like to use the opportunity to insist that he’s the comfiest, he knows he should let you sleep.

“gotta get you to bed, angel. yeah?” so gojo tries to push himself up from the couch as he whispers to you, carefully as to not rouse you from your sleep but it proves unsuccessful when your brows fall into a frown. your arm round his waist to squeeze yourself closer as your pretty, sleepy feathers tilt perfectly up at him and it’s almost like you’re teasing him as he falls back against the cushions behind him, your lips parted and pouty — like you’re begging for him.

your mom did always complain about how much he spoils you.

he shouldn’t, but it wasn’t uncommon for dads to kiss their daughters goodnight and who is he to skip out on the necessities of his role. so gojo let’s his gaze drop to your lips before his fingers are tracing along the shape of your jawline, holding you there before he’s leaning into kiss you once on the lips as a goodnight and then again because he wants to, because he can.

the kiss is short and sweet but you whimper as he pulls away, pushing yourself closer like you’re asking for more and it’s like his self control seems to snap, string by string at the sight of you so pliant against him. suddenly the man who was considered to be the strongest is nothing but weak at the sight of his own step daughter.

“gotta stop teasing me like this, sweet girl. g’nna make me do something you’ll hate me for.” but gojo leans in again anyway, deliberately this time as his lips end up back on yours for a kiss that’s just as warm although it seems harder. you’re pulled in close and despite the way something in his chest tells him to stop, he won’t—he can’t. he lets his mouth press you open, moving you so easily but still gentle enough not to wake you as he parts your lips, grunting when his tongue finally pushes up against yours and his hands fall to your body once more.

he lets his tongue graze along your own, tasting you deeply until there’s a twitch in his hips and a throb in his cock when his palm falls to your chest, taking a slow handful of your tits before he’s swiping his thumb across the shape of your nipple and growing hungrier when it pulls a whimper from you.

gojo knows he’s too far gone now, but you’re still asleep — his own little step daughter putting all of your trust in your step dad like he isn’t kissing your pliant body right now, squeezing and palming at your breasts in his palms before he’s throwing caution to the wind and trailing under the hem of your shirt instead. your skin feels like silk beneath his hands and the first, real press of your chest is heavenly as he licks into your mouth, wishing he could feel you kissing him back as he pinches and rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

he gives himself a few moments before he pulls away, before he gets carried away and lets his hand fall back to your hips. but it’s like instinct the way it explores the topography of your body — finding the heat of your intimate skin almost too quickly as his lips trail hungrily down your neck.

gojo can feel the sweet press of your pussy through the little shorts you’d opted to wear, he can imagine how it would feel when his tongue would graze through your slick folds but he knows he’d still rather have the real thing, instead he’s left with an infinite void that only seems to make his cravings worse. he rolls your sensitive skin between his teeth before he rubs at your clothed clit with two fingers and the sound it pulls from you is oh so fucking sweet.

“oh, daddy knows what y’need.” you’re so fucking sensitive, he wants nothing more than to hear you cry for your daddy — breathing out sweet little uh-huhs and pleas as he pushes into you but he won’t wake you, not yet. so he’ll keep his movements gentle, light despite the way he can feel you growing warmer, stickier under the press of his thumb when his voice is pressed to your skin and your thighs twitch with every intoxicating flick of his wrist.

you’re close and he’s warm, breathing deep as gojo pushes himself deeper into you — igniting the spit soaked nerves along your skin as he suckles another mark into your neck but just as he goes to toy with the waistband of your shorts, he stops. he swallows deep, harshly as he catches his breath — like he’s just snapped out of a daze before he’s giving you another sweet kiss on the cheek and a look that lasts a little too long before he speaks.

“time for bed, sweet thing.”

but you’ll wake up alone, warm and sticky like you just woke up from a lewd dream with the pulse of a hickey on your throat — tucked up in your bedroom like you didn’t fall asleep on the couch as you mutter out a “daddy?” and you’ll stay unknowing. for now. until he says so.

you’ll have that pretty little dazed, confused look on your face when your soft footsteps make their way to the kitchen and gojo, your stepdad, will be there to meet you like he always is when your mom is on another business trip as he leans over the counter — his head propped up against his fist as he sends you a teasing expression.

“why’re you looking at me like that?”

“hey now, no good morning? you break my heart.” you smile a bit at his words, blame it on your body still waking up but he seems to like that as he pushes himself up from the counter, giving you a little relief from him bothering you as your stepdad opts to putting a cup for you right next to his own on the counter.

“mom will kill you for using so much sugar in your coffee, didn’t she tell you to stop that.”

your words make gojo’s usual smirk stretch along his features as he takes a few languid steps towards you, sending you a half-lidded look over the frames of his glasses before he’s chuckling. “come on now, don’t be like that. i think we’re allowed our own little secrets.” he quips back quickly, letting his palm pat along your shoulders and you think it’s strange the way your skin seems to twitch and tingle at the swift, seemingly innocent touch despite the way you feel it turn your stomach.

but despite the uneasy feeling that you’re not sure you like at all, aswell as the increasing damp spot in your panties most mornings and the uncomfortable heat that only seems to grow and burst in your stomach every time you see him. you still seek him out when you’re tired and he welcomes you with open arms as you curl into him on the couch, it’s only natural to take more when he’s so eager to give, right?

this was torture for your stepdad too after all, gojo wants nothing more than for you to blink up at him as he breaks you open — he wants to feel the stretch of your walls and taste of your slick pussy on his tongue but he’s held himself back. you should be grateful that he’s only settled for playing with you through your clothes when you sleep on his chest, quenching his thirst for you with a few messy, sloppy goodnight kisses.

but you’re feeling particularly restless tonight despite the way you normally slept so well against your stepdads chest — finding your sleep anything but deep as you slip in and out of consciousness uncharacteristically. it always seems to find you again quickly, normally due to the soothing graze of your snowy-haired pillows fingers along the length of your spine or the smooth hum of his voice.

though when you wake next, the last thing you want to do is sleep when you realise your thighs are spread and your step dads lips are on your neck, his hand pushed down the front of your shorts to rub sticky circles into your clit through your panties.

“daddy?” your voice is weak, wound up tight with the way gojo’s pressing the pads of his fingers into you and keeping you in place, but he freezes when he realises you’re awake — readying himself to pull away despite the way your body is begging him to stay. he grunts and his hand works to leave you but you reach for him and pull him back before you tangle your other hand in his hair. “daddy~”

your back feels sticky where it presses against his chest and despite how disgusting it should feel, you’ve never felt warmer as you spread your thighs wider and you lose every sense of right and wrong with his touch. you hook them over his own as his hips press tight against yours from behind, the angle letting you feel the heavy press of his cock against your lower back as he chuckles breathlessly into the crook of your neck.

“oh? well good mornin’ sweet thing. didn’t know you were so greedy f’ me.” gojo’s lips curl when you shudder into him and he takes your new found consciousness as an invitation for him to push through the final layer of your soaked panties, finally allowing himself to pet through your folds as he eases past the thin fabric.

“what—ah! what’re you doing?” it’s filthy, the break in your voice when he groans at the slick he collects under his touch — trailing it up the press of your pussy to circle your clit as you murmur out another sweet cry for your daddy. so sweet, that only makes him press down on the sensitive bud harder, keeping you tight against him as he rubs at you with two fingers and smears a gentle kiss behind your ear.

“don’t try and pretend you weren’t teasing me, ‘ts mean to lie to your daddy.” your body does little to defend you when every swipe of gojo’s fingers has your hips twisting under his touch. “hm, think i’m spoilin’ you too much, ‘s that it?” his movements slow with his words and he thinks it’s adorable the way you hiccup and beg for him to keep going, grinding into the press of his palm as you babble about how you like when he spoils you.

that’s what everyone says, your mom would always tell him to stop babying you but fuck if only she could see you now.

but he hums, with that same teasing demeanour he always has before his movements come to a halt and the look you send him over your shoulder makes his cock twitch as pretty tears gather at your lashes. gojo sucks his lower lip between his teeth, then he leans into give you another affectionate, soothing kiss on the cheek before his fingers are sinking into your pussy.

“mmm, do i treat you well, sweet thing? you’re such a daddy’s girl, ain’t ya?” you feel him smirk against your cheek as he curls his long fingers inside the squeeze of your walls, letting his palm rub against your slick pussy everytime he sinks them deeper into you until you’re shaking filthily in his lap. he quickly finds a pace that makes your toes curl from where they’re hanging over his thighs, your body rocking in time with him as you ride his fingers and you know he fucking loves that when he rewards you with another hickey suckled into your throat.

“yes, yes, y-yes! ‘m daddy’s girl— satoru, please,” you can barely think never mind speak with how perfectly gojo’s pressing into the sweet spots inside of you, your words coming out a jumble of moans and whines. it’s like he’s mapped out your nerves before hand despite the way this has been the first real feel of you. but his fingers are so long that it’s almost too much with how well he seems to pet at your walls, so good that you could spend forever right here.

“oh, then i’m all you need, yeah? your one ‘nd only?” gojo’s words are possessive when they’re buried into the next hickey he sucks into your skin, his tongue hot as it lavs over the raised mark but it only seems to ignite the flames that lick at your spine as your legs shake. your thighs close around his wrist but he only fights to pry you back open so he can watch the way you cream around your stepdads fingers, laughing so fucking infuriatingly when he keeps going until you’re twitching and making his smug smirk stretch even wider.

“so good fo’ me, wish you could see how pretty y’ look like this, princess.” you’re breathing in short, quick pants as the buzz from your orgasm makes you dizzy. but despite that, you still seem to move so easily when you feel your daddy pat at your trembling thighs, urging you to push yourself off his lap and onto the cushion at his side before he’s turning to look at you once more.

“gonna look even better on daddy’s cock though, yeah?” gojo lets his large hands smooth their way up your thighs before he pushes himself up to his knees — easing down the waistband of his sweats to take out his heavy cock as you nod shyly, still reeling from your orgasm as your eyelashes flutter prettily.

you should feel gross with the way you almost drool at the sight of your stepdads cock, someone who’s meant to parent you not fuck you, but you think that shameful part of you already died when you creamed around his fingers. now, you’re only left with the longing to have him sink up into you, warm and long. so he leans down to kiss you greedily, pressing you into the cushions beneath you as your thighs spread for the push of his hips and wrap around him.

“hmmm, so greedy. my pretty baby.” gojo mumbles as he yanks your shirt up to pool around your breasts and the sight makes his cock twitch as he pulls back to give you a pretty look, brushing his hand through the snowy peaks of his hair so you can take in his hypnotising gaze that make you shudder underneath it like you would on a white winter. he presses the blunt tip against the entrance to your pussy and he gives you another teasing grin when he pauses for a few moments, waiting until your lips part to whine at him before they curl around a moan when he sinks into you instead.

but he knows he’s really fucked with the first saccharine squeeze of your walls around him as he breaks you open, watching the way your puffy folds spread for him because he knows he’ll never be able to stop. now he’s had a taste of the pretty little pussy that’s always parading around his home, he wants to keep you all to himself — ruining you for anyone who isn’t your daddy. you won’t need anyone else when he’s here.

“daddy! ‘s too much..” you gasp and it draws gojo in so he can kiss you again, rocking gently into the hug of your pussy until he finally bottoms out with a drawn out, long groan as his hips press flush and tight against your own. but because your step dad has always been careful, caring he gives you time to adjust to the stretch as his mouth twists softly into yours — bathing you in sweet kisses that make you relax before your hands are in his hair and you’re smearing your slick along his pelvis as you whimper for more, please! ‘ts s-so big..

“oh, but y’re so hungry for me.” his words are emphasised by the slow sway of his hips, pressing the length of him along the sweet spots inside of you that he reaches so easily as he pulls away to suck on his lower lip. “see?” he grits again as he presses down onto your stomach and it’s insane the way he suddenly feels deeper — the sharp cut of his stare so intense on the way you take him that you wouldn’t be surprised if he could see through you.

“look at me, angel,” gojo’s lips part ever so softly as his eyes search for yours again “wanna see you when y’re on the end of daddy’s cock,” and he wants to pinch your cheeks when you give him a starry-eyed look.

“wanted this pussy for so long, knew it was fuckin’ made just for me.” his words are hissed from between his teeth as he starts a pace that’s not particularly fast, but it’s heavy enough to have you jolting beneath him as his hands grab at your hips to keep you in place. his words are true after all, he can’t even count the amount of times his sweet little step daughter had him hard — too warm under his clothes despite the way he always seemed to look away before you caught him.

maybe if he’d met your gaze, coaxed you into him and let you catch the way he’d drink you up he’d have had you like this sooner. but gojo thought you to be so untouchable, but now your pussy is squeezing tight around his cock and he’s mouthing at your throat like he’s dreamed and that thought seems to fade away.

but your mind is a mess with how well he’s fucking you — losing yourself in the feeling of your daddy, in the feeling of finally having him close to you as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and try to meet every wet connection of his hips with needy little grinds of your own. the blunt head of his cock feels like it slides along all of your sweet spots perfectly and you’re not sure if it’s still the lingering aftermath of your orgasm that has you so close already, or the realisation that the man over you is someone who should be anything but.

the reality is gojo’s deliberately dragging the pleasure out of you, rocking his body seamlessly with your own because he’s determined to have you craving him like he will you. he’s grinding his pelvis along your putty clit with every thrust and he doesn’t think he’s ever tasted anything sweeter than the sound of his name on your lips when he’s kissing you once more.

“daddy~ ‘m so close!” you gasp dreamily and your pussy squelches as warmth bursts and tingles across your thighs — the sweet lull your voice seems to have taken making the man over you’s pace stutter as he forces more of his cock into your slick walls.

“oh yeah? can tell, squeezin’ real tight already.” gojo grunts as he pushes his body closer to your own, rutting you into the cushions below you like a wild fucking animal despite the way he feels completely at your mercy. he’s past caring, past holding back when the heavens and the earth have dropped a perfect little thing like you right in his lap like he’s the honoured one.

“you want daddy’s cum, sweet thing?” his hands almost curl into your hips and he swear his lungs quake on his next thrust as the needy coax of your walls tremble around him. he needs you to want him, to beg for him before he crumbles under the weight of his own desire. you offer him another moan, followed by a mantra of sweet little yes daddy’s and uh huhs that only make him greedier, but it’s not enough.

“hm? can’t hear you, gotta be nice ‘nd loud f’ me.”

but despite the way you know your mind should be signalling, ringing for you to stop. you can’t, your lips part and you feel like your body is going to crumble with every one of gojo’s crushing thrusts. “yes, yes! p-please, want your cum, daddy!” you gasp despite the way you shouldn’t but you feel him pet at your cheek so softly that you can’t help the way your body betrays you.

“then don’t hold back on me,” your step dad grunts and you don’t, your pussy throbs around him and he grits his teeth as your cream around his cock. his hips press into yours, snug and tight with the first milking compression that has his huge stature curling over you as he sinks his teeth into the crook of your neck. but he doesn’t stop, he coaxes and fucks you through your orgasm until you’re like putty beneath him, thighs trembling to pull him closer and he hopes the fucking walls remember how pretty you sound when you cry his name.

“only f’ me, sweet girl. yeah?” he asks again and you struggle to stutter out anything coherent with how good you feel, the slight sting of overstimulation making you feel warm as gojo’s breathing becomes laboured and he finally spills hot and thick inside of you. but it’s filthy, when the back and forth stutter of his hips only seeks to push it deeper inside of you, a gooey ring of liquid forming around the base of his cock everytime he draws his hips back before they sink into you with another louder squelch.

he finally stills a few moments later as you whimper at the slight throb between your thighs, pushing gently at his chest to ease him off of you as he gives you a handsome, pink cheeked sort of smirk that you can’t deny makes you feel warm, loved.

“you could’ve atleast woken me up!” you hiss, playfully as you swat at your stepdads chest but he’s quick to take your hand in his before he’s intertwining them, leaning in to press a few kisses along your cheeks until you’re giggling and the infuriating smirk seems to return to his features far too quickly despite the way his softening cock still rests inside of you.

“oh yeah? but you were already so wet you must’ve been dreamin’ of me, sweet girl.”

#݁ . ࿓ : sealed#cw stepcest #cw somno #cw noncon #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x you

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stonerdogslut · 3 months

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Leaving my window open a crack and going to sleep in just big shirt no panties.

In case your wondering♡

#lover puppy speak!#nsft puppy #bd/sm puppy #nonbinary nsft #pup pl4y #puppy pl@y #t4t kink #t4t puppy #t4t ns/fw #intox kink #cnc somno #cnc k!nk #free use cnc #cnc free use #cnc kidnapping #cw somno #somno breeding

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iciclesses · 4 months

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cw forced intoxication / dubcon / somno

Nobody touch me I'm thinking about the 141 holding you down and taking turns with you, and while Ghost is splitting you in half on his cock, Soap is grabbing you by the chin and spitting liquor in your mouth <33 Or Gaz holding your head still by the hair as Price fingers your ass open, Gaz cooing at you as he holds the bottle to your lips. You want so bad to be good for them, be the cool fun sexy girl so you gulp down the firey drink like you never have before. Even as your dizzy brain gives out and you fall asleep, the men are happily sober and starting round three on you.

#noel.txt #141 x reader #cw dubcon #i say dub bc i imagine reader planning this out beforehand but yknow #cw forced intoxication #cw somno #i sat on this concept for a minute bc despite my love of it it squicks me out so i might not write more/answer asks abt it lol #brain is weird

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goodpvppy · 1 month

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waking up to soft touches trailing my body… feeling your lips at my neck and being sleepily confused why i feel so full until you thrust and i can’t help but to whimper and you cover my mouth, “shhh… be quiet pretty boy. i couldn’t help it when you are so perfect for me like this.”

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bughugz · 3 months

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definitely wouldnt want to wake up from my lil nap to find a pretty boy using my body for his own pleasure shutting me up by shoving a few fingers in my mouth when i come to (yes i would)

#any volunteers?#queer nsft #trans nsft #ftm sub #ftm bunny #ftm nsft #nsft t4t #ftm puppy #ftm t4t #ftm somno #cw somno #bun ramblings

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pekejscatbed · 9 months

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I wanna fuck you like an animal | König x GN! AFAB! Reader

Info/Warnings:

This is a r*pe fic. Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Read at your own risk.

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König can't help himself, not when you look so small next to him, his tall figure towering over you; the size difference drives him crazy, makes him ache with want and need and pleasure as he fucks into his hand in the middle of the night, thoughts of you- of how tiny you are compared to him- running through his mind, images of you caged under him as he fucks into you while you scream at him and beg him to stop as you sob flash in his mind. He just can't help himself, he really can't, and he knows you'll understand- you just have to!- so he sneaks into your tent one night, knowing you'll be sound asleep by now (Konig's been watching- stalking- you for a while now, memorizing your schedule in wait of this night, in wait of the night when he'll finally make his fantasies a reality and ask- force- you to be his).

The Austrian waits until everyone is asleep, and the camp site is quiet, waits until he knows you're asleep, then unzips his tent to sneak off to yours, where he slowly unzips yours and steps in, closing it behind him.

He towers over your sleeping figure, eyes wide with the look of a wild animal and grinning underneath his mask, his teeth bared as drool runs past his lips and down his chin as he takes in your unconscious body; you're on your side in your cot, one arm under your head for extra cushion, the other held against your chest, and your legs on top of one another. You wear a white wife beater tank and a pair of grey sweats, like most of the other recruits do, but the outfit just looks so much better on you than it does anyone else. A low, guttural growl escapes his lips.

König slowly turns you over onto your back, careful not to wake you- not yet. He brings a hand to your face, long, thick fingers gently pushing your hair out of your face, thumb grazing over your pretty- oh, so pretty- lips (König has to stop the whine that threatens to escape his lips as he imagines your lips around his long, thick cock, your cheeks hollowed and spit running down your chin as he thrusts into your mouth, making you choke and gag as tears gather in your gorgeous eyes and a mixture of bile and stomach acid rises up in the back of your throat).

His hands makes their way down your throat, resisting the urge to squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, then down your chest, lightly grazing your nipples through your tank top, and down your stomach- oh, how he wants to rest his head on your soft skin, using your tummy as a pillow while he naps after a long day on the field-, until he reaches the waist band of your sweats. König slowly pulls your pants down past your thighs, lifting your hips as gently as possible to make the task easier, then does the same with your underwear, exposing your cunt to the cool night air; you shiver lightly in your sleep and König pauses, eyes trained on your face for any sign of consciousness (not that it would matter if you woke up now instead of later, as he can easily overpower you with just his size alone, though it would take away from his fun). When he finds nothing, he looks back between your legs, watching as your pussy flutters ever so slightly due to the cold and licks his lips under his makeshift t-shirt mask, his cock stiffening in his pants.

He pulls apart your pussy lips with one hand, using the other to gently swipe over your clit with his gloved fingers, then prod at your hole; you aren't wet, and his finger meets resistance, so König lifts his mask up past his lips to spit on your cunt, gathering it up with his thick fingers and smearing his saliva over your entrance, coating his glove in the process. He prods at your entrance again, still met with resistance, but his finger slips in this time, and he slowly works his thick digit in and out of your cunt, then adds another, now scissoring you open. Your unconscious body begins to react to König's protrusion, slick slowly building between your legs and coating the gloved fingers inside you, making it easier for Konig to slide his digits in, out, in, out.

Konig pushes his long fingers farther inside you until he's knuckles deep, and you shift again, a quite moan slipping past your lips. The man looks up at your face to see you still sleeping and smirks under his mask, pulling his fingers back slightly, then pushing them forward again; his grin widens when you moan again, and he's tempted to take you like this, to finger you to completion, but he won't, not now, at least. No, he wants you to cum on his cock, wants you to wake up to his cock inside you as he pumps you full of his own release and your bodies become one.

He pulls his fingers out of you, watching as your pussy tries to pull his thick digits back in, squeezing around nothing; König smacks at your cunt and your pussy flutters in response, and you whine in your sleep, the sound heavenly to König, who feels his cock throb in his pants, restrained by the fabric of his boxers. He grabs at your ankles, sliding your body down your cot until your legs dangle off the edge, and he fully removes your pants and underwear, throwing them to the ground (he wonders how you haven't woken up yet, but he's grateful, happy to play with your sleeping figure for a little while longer). Then he quickly unbuckles his belt and pulls down the fly of his pants, tugging both his pants and boxers down to his thighs. König once again lifts his mask, this time spitting into his gloved hand and jerking his cock a few times, then he spits onto your cunt once more. He rests his free hand on your lower abdomen, palm open, and uses his thumb to circle your clit; with his other hand still around his dick, he positions himself at your entrance, slowly sinking his thick cock into your wet pussy. It takes a bit of effort, as he's girthy, more so than his fingers, and he didn't spend long stretching you, but it's what he wants, he wants to split you open on his cock and he wants it to hurt, wants the pain to make your cunt burn before it turns into pleasure.

The Austrian pushes the tip of his dick inside you, not stopping when he feels you begin to stir, instead forcing himself all the way in, in one quick thrust, his heavy balls slapping against the flesh of your ass cheeks. König groans as you squeeze around him, moving his huge hands to grip at your waist like you're nothing but a doll, your name rolling off of his lips. He pulls out slowly, reveling in the way his cock drags against your walls, stopping when his tip catches at your entrance, then pushes back in, not wasting anytime in setting up a brutal pace. He wants to wreck you, wants to ruin you in your sleep until you wake up, wants to watch the look of recognition flash of your eyes as you realize what's happening, realize what your Colonel is doing to you, fucking into you like an animal- like a monster- and knowing that you can't do anything about it but scream and cry because König is so much bigger than you, taller and stronger than you have ever been, and fighting against his harsh grasp would do nothing to save you from the man- monster- above you.

Under him, your body jolts and you start to wake, eyes slowly opening as an incoherent murmur leaves your mouth; your vision is blurry, and your mind is fuzzy, you don't register what's going on, assuming you're just having an extremely erotic and incredibly real feeling dream. That feeling doesn't last long, though, because the pain between your legs is all too real, stinging and burning with every thrust of the person above you, and all too real is the feeling of blood sliding down your ripped entrance and dripping down your ass, too. Suddenly you're fully awake, eyes shooting open, wide with panic, and your mouth opens in a scream that doesn't last even a fraction of a second before a hand much, much larger than your own is slapped over your mouth, covering the full lower half of your face, leaving only your teary, frantic eyes visible as the recognition finally kicks in and you realize just who that t-shirt made mask belongs to and the tears start to fall.

A deep moan dances past König's lips as you struggle against him, scratching and kicking at him the best you can in this position, fighting with all your energy to escape his towering figure and his powerful strength- to escape him- your wasted efforts doing nothing except turn the man above you on even more. König thrusts into you at an animalistic pace, hips snapping forward so harshly that the movement jostles your whole body; his thrusts are deep, too, and you can feel him abuse your cervix with each slide in, you swear you can feel him in your stomach. And you can, because König moves the hand bruising your side to your stomach, pushing down on the bulge in your belly to feel the outline of his cock inside you. The feeling is enough to make you cum, your body betraying you in your weakest moment, and the sight enough to make König cum, you squirting around his cock as he stills and shoots his seed directly into your womb. You cry as you orgasm, tears and snot streaming down your face as your body convulses around König's dick.

König removes the hand from your mouth to grip your jaw, digging his fingers into your cheeks to force you to open your mouth; he lifts his mask to his nose, revealing the sickening grin on his lips, and spits directly into your open mouth, kissing you right after and shoving his tongue in your mouth. As he kisses you, he moves his hand to your neck, squeezing so hard that you can no longer breathe, and when your vision begins to fade, and your eyes start to close— he lets go. You gasp for breath, sobbing harder than you ever have in your life as snot and tears stream down your face and run down your chin, some of the mix falling past your lips and into your mouth, and König takes the opportunity to shove his fingers down your throat, making you choke once more. He begins to move his hips again, fucking into your cunt as you gag on his thick fingers, bile rising up in your throat; he pushes his digits farther down your throat, until you puke around his fingers, and only then does he remove his hand from your mouth, grabbing at your chest before wiping his fingers on your shirt as vomit spews past your lips and dripples down your chin, mixing with the salty tears and mucus already accumulating on your skin.

The man above you groans, continuing to thrust into you at a brutal pace despite the smell of vomit staining the air. He wants to fill you with his release until your stomach inflates, wants you to breed you until you have no choice but to birth his kids, wants to impregnate you and see the shame in your pretty eyes as you walk around with his offspring growing inside you. And he wants to make you cum as he takes you, wants you to cum on his cock as he shoots his kids inside you; he's determined to make you cum again and again and again. And he does, he makes you orgasm one after another without stopping, makes you reach a constant release until you're cumming dry and your eyes roll into the back of your head and your body goes limp as you lose conscious, passing out in the arms of the monster above who still doesn't stop, fucking your completely limp body like a ragdoll until he's releasing inside you again, filling you up so much that a mix of his cum and yours drips out of your abused hole despite his cock still sheathed deep inside of you.

When König finally pulls out, cum flows out of your weeping cunt, mixing with the blood from your torn skin, leaving a puddle of white and red between your legs and under your ass. He whines at the sight, giving your pussy another harsh slap before lifting his mask and dropping to his knees to shove his tongue inside your cunt, lapping at the mess of sticky white as his nose rubs against your sore clit. He stays there, eating you out and drinking in your juices until your legs spasm around his head in another dry orgasm despite your unconsciousness, and he has to hold your legs apart with his massive hands so you don't crush his skull with your thighs, though if this was how König were to die, between your legs after forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you all the while stuffing your cunt full of his seed, he finds he wouldn't mind.

(When you awake the next morning, your Colonel is gone, but the traces of last night, of what he's done to you, are still there; a mix of dried tears and snot and puke stick to your face and neck, and you can feel the crusting of left over cum on your ass and on the outside of your cunt, and your body is so, so sore, pain taking over your system as you begin to cry once again. Memories of last night flash in your mind like strobe lights, and you swear you can still feel his hands on you, can still feel his length inside you, and your chest heaves up and down as your breath becomes shallow and erratic, hyperventilating until your vision becomes spotty and your mind shuts off as you pass out once more.)

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l0v3tast3 · 11 months

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midnight smut w toji after he comes home from work?🙈

i thank you, anon, from the bottom of my heart for requesting this. this was a very fun one to write (─‿‿─) i hope you like it!!! <3

✎ tags: mdni!, smut, female reader, somnophilia (consensual), dom!toji, size difference, size kink, abuse of pet names, oral sex (f receiving), soft!toji but turns into mean!toji, overstimulation, degradation, choking, dacryphilia, spit kink, excessive dirty talk

✎ word count: 2.6k words (not proofread)

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✧ ˖ ° toji knows his pretty little girlfriend doesn't like when he works late, but if he was being honest, he loves it. not the part where he has to work, but the part after that, when he comes home to you curled up on his side of the bed, face buried in his pillow while some netflix show plays quietly on your laptop.

✧ ˖ ° he pads silently past your sleeping form and into the shower. it's brief, as quick as he can be; he wants to feel the heat of your skin, not of the water that turns brackish red as it floods off of him. he barely bothers to dry himself off, just enough that you won't complain about the bed getting soaked (from water, at least), and disregards getting dressed completely. the clothes would have been off again soon anyways.

✧ ˖ ° with the laptop shut and placed on your nightstand, toji doesn't waste a second in getting his hands on you. he's gentle at first, like always, wanting you to know he would take care of you, even when he was ruining you. his hand traces the curves and accents of your face lightly, from your eyebrows to your cheekbones to your lips. the vanilla chapstick you always put on before bed smears with his thumb; he'd be kissing it off soon anyways.

✧ ˖ ° the blanket is edged off of you and toji slowly spreads your legs wide enough to wedge his broad figure in between. his calloused hands run up your smooth skin until they're at your hips, raising up toji's t-shirt that engulfs you so the lecherous grin can spread at the sight of your bare cunt.

✧ ˖ ° "such a sweet girl f'me," he mutters under his breath, rubbing soft circles into the tops of your thighs where his thumbs reached, his fingers engulfing toji's favorite part of you to stare at. it's a sight that he's certain he'll never grow bored of, seeing you bare and waiting for him, seeing how tiny and vulnerable you were under him. he ignores his cock that's been aching since before he even got home in favor of appreciating the moment.

✧ ˖ ° it's kept brief as toji brings his hands back down under your knees to lift your limp legs over his shoulders as he lays on his stomach. he's nearly drooling as his mouth hovers over your cunt. one hand spreads over your lower belly while the other locks over your plush thigh before he's licking a stripe over your slit. a low groan rolls out of his throat; you were already soaked. were you touching yourself before you fell asleep? that must be why your underwear is lying on the floor next to you.

✧ ˖ ° he's lapping at your cunt, replacing all your wetness with his spit. toji never cares about how messy he gets. he prefers it that way; it makes the noises of his cock drilling in and out of you louder. every drop that leaks from you is swallowed greedily, tongue prodding at your tiny hole, forcing itself in past your tight entrance until he retracts with a huff of a laugh. "always so fuckin' tight when ya fall asleep," he whispers, mostly to himself, his smile only dropping when he starts his onslaught of your clit.

✧ ˖ ° the hand on your thigh dips down so he can stuff his middle and ring fingers into you. toji's tongue moves in languid circles around the bundle of nerves while he drags the digits in and out, working you open so he doesn't hurt you too much.

✧ ˖ ° you're stirring by now, breaths coming out sharper and more ragged, hands searching for the disturbance of your rest. they find purchase in his damp hair and on his back as your eyes blink open hazily. "mmn, toji?" you rasp, swallowing hard and almost choking when he buries his fingers to his knuckles. his tongue swipes roughly over your clit just to feel your hips jerk under him before he turns his head to plant a wet kiss on your thigh.

✧ ˖ ° "'morning, pretty girl. how'd you sleep?" toji asks with a teasing lilt. you don't get the chance to answer; his mouth is latched back onto your cunt as soon as he's done speaking.

✧ ˖ ° you can barely process the heat already half-built in the pit of your stomach, already spreading to make your legs twitch and tremble, to make your nails dig into his skin and tug at his hair. the daze of sleep still fogs your brain, making you unable to form the words to tell toji you were already about to cum.

✧ ˖ ° he knows, of course. he'd felt your cunt around his fingers, his tongue, his cock too many times to not have the squeeze of your walls memorized. toji knows how to toy with your body as easily as he did his weapons. he knows that when he adds a third finger to the ones pumping more steadily now and sucks on your clit just a little harder you'll cum, so that's just what he does.

✧ ˖ ° the fire that had been built quicker than you could realize takes over your whole body; you can't think, can't breathe, paralyzed by the blinding pleasure toji so eagerly gives you. he's drinking every drop of cum you gush out, moaning into your pussy, mumbling mostly to himself how sweet you were, how hungry he'd been all day, how happy he was to finally be home. a gasped moan forces it's way out of you as soon as your lungs are able to move again. your grip tightens on him when he continues as you come down, but your whine seems to get through to him and he draws away, sucking his dripping-wet fingers clean as soon as he takes them out of you.

✧ ˖ ° toji's raining kisses on your thighs, the hand that was just keeping your arching back down rubbing across your stomach and between your breasts. it moves up to cup your face as his mouth trails after it, making you giggle softly when his lips tickle your jaw. he can see how heavy your eyelids are as the fog thickens in your head again, how you can barely keep your arms lifted to run your hands over his neck and through his hair.

✧ ˖ ° "hmm, did such a good job f'me, sweetheart. ya look tired now, princess, d'ya wanna go back to sleep?" he murmurs as he hovers over you, taking in your dreamy expression with hooded eyes. you nod absently with a hum as you nuzzle the side of your face into his hand; your limbs were just so heavy, so drained of any energy you may have had. if someone asked, toji would say that of course he feels bad about how he's about to twist the adorable look on you, but the sadistic smile that you're too semi-conscious to notice says otherwise. "go back to sleep, pretty girl, it's alright," he coos.

✧ ˖ ° your hands are nearly slipping away from him while he spits into his hand, rubbing it over his rock-hard dick along with your slick still covering him to his wrist and the pre-cum leaking out steadily. just the feeling of your tight entrance as he lines up his tip is a relief to him, melting whatever is left of the tension in his muscles. toji takes one last look at you dozing off, the hand still cupping your face moving down to wrap around your neck, fingers nearly touching without applying any pressure. then he shoves his cock halfway into you.

✧ ˖ ° the air is forced out of both toji's and your lungs, yours in a sharp gasp, his in a moan of pure bliss. the spasms of your walls as your dumbed-down brain tries to catch up make him go mad, sweating at the effort it took to not completely ram into you. he's panting over you, nose-to-nose as he grins and laughs breathily at the state you're in.

✧ ˖ ° you're held down from completely arching off of the bed by the hand still on your neck, mouth falling open in a silent cry as your eyes fly open. toji hadn't been kidding; you're always so tight when you fall asleep, cramped walls making his self-control break down by the millisecond and making you already feel stuffed full. the sting that always follows after he drives into you has tears pricking the corner of your eyes, and toji coos down at you again, his mocking tone much more blatant.

✧ ˖ ° "hah, pretty little baby still too tired to say anything? too dumb from half my dick? don't worry, princess, we'll make the rest of it fit. always find a way, don't we?" you're holding onto the arm connected to your throat and your legs wrap around his hips as tight as they can as a desperate way to ground yourself as your brain goes haywire. toji keeps pushing his hips forward, bullying his length further and further into you, talking you through it all. "almost there doll, doin' so good f' me- shit, so fuckin' tight. you love when i wake you up like this, don't ya? yeah ya do, you love being my little fucktoy. you love when i use you whenever i want, right? right, princess?"

✧ ˖ ° it's all so much, he overpowers every one of your senses, taking over your body by flooding it with sweet pain and hot pleasure. you can barely hear what he's saying over his dick emptying your head, much less able to respond to him. but you try, you try to make your head nod up and down, try to push out anything other than whimpers and muddled moans, but toji shoves the last couple of inches into you just as you're about to.

✧ ˖ ° a mix of a taunting laugh and drawn-out moan come from him as your chest presses up against his, teary eyes widening as you cry out, nails digging into whatever skin of his you can reach to leave welting lines that make toji so happy to see in the mirror. you're so completely full; every time toji bottoms out in you feels like the first time, but when he has you like this, your body still so sensitive from your rest and cumming just a couple of minutes ago, it's so much more.

✧ ˖ ° "ple-ease- ple- toji, ah! wai- nngh!" your vocal chords finally catch up as he starts grinding his hips down against yours in the way he knows drives you crazy. the mess of pleas you whine between gasps are just fuel for the sick smile to spread further across his face; this is exactly what he needed after a long, hard day at work.

✧ ˖ ° "awh, poor little girl, is it too much? mm, it is? that's too bad, sweetie. you're gonna take it anyways. i know you can, you are my good little whore, aren't you? yeah ya are." the tears that had been threatening to spill finally do as he starts slowly dragging his thick cock out until just his tip remains and pushing back in and he laughs again, still hovering face-to-face with you. toji's tongue laps up the salty water, drinking it gleefully. "don't cry, princess, you're takin' it so well, see? my big dick's fittin' allll the way in- fuck- pussy's grippin' me so hard, don't wanna let go of me, do ya? don't worry, gonna keep ya on my cock 'til morning."

✧ ˖ ° he's slowly picking up the speed of his thrusts, gradually enough that you don't even realize until your eyes are rolling up into your skull, body jolting as he keeps you in place with the hand still locked around your neck. you're clinging onto him for dear life as he's smacking his hips against yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass wetly. obscene sounds of your sexes meeting fill the room just as the smell of it has; it's so loud, you and toji are both so loud that you're sure the entire street can hear you. neither of you care (toji hopes they can all hear how good he's fucking you).

✧ ˖ ° when you're able to open your eyes again toji is still there above you, watching your every expression with a look that speaks for how much his ego is being fed. he's right there, practically nose-to-nose with you, and all you want to do is press your lips to his, swallow his gravelly groans and briefly stop the words flooding from his mouth that filled your head like cotton. except he won't let you move; tilting your head up only serves to make you cut off your own air against his palm as he leans his head back just out of reach.

✧ ˖ ° his hooded eyes and cocky grin shows you how much he loves how easily he can have control over you. toji loves feeling your dainty neck strain against his hand, loves watching how desperate you are to kiss him, loves how you jerk and writhe under him and hearing how you whine. instead of giving into you, his hand slides up to grip your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks just enough to open your mouth. your tongue hangs out as he lets his do the same, dripping trails of spit down for you to swallow between pants.

✧ ˖ ° "fuuuck, such a good slut, all f' me. you love being my slut, right princess? i know ya do, don't even hav'ta say it." toji gives a particularly harsh thrust, chuckling when you whimper as he stops to sit up. knees pushing under your back to lift your lower body, he takes your legs and presses them against your chest to fold you in half. as soon as he's got you how he wants you, his hips are snapping back against yours again and you wail.

✧ ˖ ° the fact of how sore you'll be come morning is disregarded quickly as you melt into a boneless puddle under him. you can't do anything except weakly claw at the sheets while he holds you down by your legs, toji's fat cock digging deep to hit every spot there was inside you. "already gonna cum again, huh? gettin' even fuckin' tighter around me, god! wanna cum, doll? c'mon, tell me. you can do it, sweetie, you were just bein' a good girl f' me- hah- where'd that go?"

✧ ˖ ° you're looking up at him, fighting to keep your eyes open and to try to form words, any words that could tell him what you wanted. it was just difficult with how unrelentingly he was filling you over and over and over again. you felt like toji was quicksand that you were sinking into, enveloping you completely and suffocating you in the best way possible.

✧ ˖ ° "haa- please-! pl- ah! i wan-" was all it took from you for him to bury himself completely in you and start grinding down again. a thumb comes down to rub hard against your clit and your body goes numb, stock-still save for your eyes rolling back. the words he's still saying are muddled, as if you're underwater.

✧ ˖ ° "...-gotta wake up, princess. there she is! fucked ya too good, hah! rude of ya to pass out on me like that, little girl. i still haven't cum yet."

#jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x female reader #reader insert #toji fushiguro smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #cw somno #— lilly writes! ♡

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divine-misfortune · 3 months

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Swiss waking up all groggy and confused to a desperate and apologetic bug sinking down on his cock, little whispers of 'sorry' between his breathy sighs.

He couldn't help himself, his fingers and his toys weren't doing the job, he just needed Swiss' cock so bad...Of course he didn't want to wake him for something so silly, and Swiss is usually a heavy sleeper so he thought he could just take care of himself, but Swiss was awake now. Well, half awake.

Phantom apologizes again as he sheathes Swiss inside him, the littlest shake to his voice as he cups his face and leans down to him. He kisses the corner of his mouth almost sweetly and Swiss just finds his eyes getting heavier. He catches the purple glow of Phantom's eyes before the artificially enduced sleep starts to win.

"Go back to sleep for me, don't need to wake up yet baby." Phantom's nose brushes his and Swiss can't keep his eyes open a moment longer. "Let me take what I came for and I'll go back to bed, yeah?"

He can barely nod before Phantoms rolling his hips, pleasure zipping up his spine even as he slips back under.

#i think bug is weird and likes when swiss is asleep hes pretty like that idk #void rambles #spicy tag #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #nameless ghouls #swisstom #cw dubcon #cw somno

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kittenslovie · 2 years

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#sub thots #bd/sm kink #i want this #i need it #me n who #bd/sm breeding #cw somno #somno fantasy #somno

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hemipenal-system · 5 months

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this is kinda different but hear me out. human with chronic pain whose larger monster partner is normally very gentle with them so they don't make the pain worse, snuggling them and doting on them lovingly after

and then the human gets new medications, which work so well, but make them drowsy as a side effect, and they keep falling asleep, but they don't have any real pain anymore. and they're pumped, because it means they can really get fucked the way they want without being incredibly sore after.

their partner is understandably worried about this, but the human assures them it's not anything to worry about, so they go at it, claws digging into them, long, slow thrusts, rhythmically pounding the metaphorical life out of the human they're using as a breeding bitch

and then the human yawns. and then they yawn again. and the monster really thinks they should stop but the human's begging, no, please, i've wanted this for years, don't stop, i want you to use me, so they don't stop

and then they fall asleep. and the monster probably should stop at this point, but their human feels so fucking good, and they're really asleep but they're still moaning a little bit in their sleep, and oh that makes it so much hotter for reasons the monster doesn't really want to pick apart right now, and they really can't stop themselves as they groan and slam their hips in as far as they'll go, whining with need as they breed their human, who they know would ask for this anyway if they were awake

and the human blinks slowly, looking around as their partner slowly lays down on top of them, realizing what happened when they feel the throb inside them, and they've definitely just found out they like something they've never heard of before.

#this post is inspired by me being fucked up on muscle relaxants those shits make you so damn drowsy #cw somno #tw soft cnc #tw dubcon #terato #monster fucker #terato blog #nsft #fantasy nsft #monsterfucker #teratophillia #terato nsft #disability nsft #somno fantasy #somno breeding #intox kink #intox cnc #kinda by association

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garoujo · 1 year

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DO I FEEL GOOD IN YOUR THOUGHTS? — BLUE LOCK

feat : nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, bachira meguru + mikage reo

♱ warnings — f!reader, some somno [consensual], they wake up from a sxc dream of you, cunninglingus, all characters written 22+, grinding / note. here are some more hcs 4 u guys ! i have loads of new stuff coming soon <3

・✶ ｡ﾟNAGI SEISHIRO

nagi thinks you feel like fucking silk underneath him, fingers twisting in his hair to pull him closer so he can kiss you like he needs — tongue rolling over yours mindlessly as he presses his cock deeper. the way you say his name, a pretty little high pitched seishiro is intoxicating and he almost feels dizzy with the desire he feels everytime he looks at you.

his drowsy, lidded gaze almost rolls back entirely when you squeeze around his heavy cock, feeling your legs hook around his hips as you basically beg, cry for more of him. more of his cum, more of his cock and fuck—he’d give you every part of him if you were to ask right now, he’d give you everything.

“seishiro, wake up.” you rasp when your lips part next and it’s in that same tone that rouses him from his nap, brings him back to the reality of his large form being draped on top of your figure, while your hands card through the messy mop of white hair nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

he’s pretty sure you can feel the way he’s rock fucking hard and has probably just spent the last minute and a half rutting into your very much awake figure. but your hands don’t cease their movements on his scalp and that only makes him fucking throb before he’s smearing a kiss along the crook of your neck as he really wakes, inching himself closer (like it was possible) as his hands trace underneath the fabric of your shirt.

“pretty thing, fuck— don’t stop that.. feels soooo good.” nagi grumbles before his large hands are squeezing at your hips and he’s grinding into you again, a little too eagerly as he hisses through his teeth before readjusting himself between your thighs. he’s huge, thighs spreading wider to accommodate the size of him and it only makes him want to bury himself in you even more.

“seems like you dreamt well, sei.” you drawl, tease, it’s whispery and pretty and it makes him feel like he’s going to pass out with the way he feels his abdomen twist with need at the sound. he’s already whimpering at the next intoxicating roll of his clothed cock between your thighs when you squeeze them around his hips, urging him closer into the heat of your clothed cunt as he presses you into the pillows beneath you.

“fu-uck, yeah i did.. wanna show you what i dreamed of, angel.. can give you so much more.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI RIN

fuck, you look so pretty — rin thinks as he stares down at you, pretty lips curled into an ‘o’ with every wet connection of his hips with yours. you sound heavenly, pretty little punched out gasps of his name as his body claps with yours — fingers tangled in his dark hair as a means to pull him closer.

he’s so close, your pretty pussy fanning the flames of his orgasm as he digs out your own — teeth gritting as he groans and begins a pace that’s a little faster, rougher. “fuck—take it, all of it.” he hisses with the next saccharine squeeze of your walls around him as his hands almost curl fists into your side, keeping you pinned to the mattress before your lips part once more.

“rin.. wake up.” rin’s sweating hard when he jolts, falls back down to earth with his bare chest pressed tight against your back, turned round to send him a drowsy look as he holds you unbearably tight. he can feel the arousal that’s slick along his cock already, straining and leaking against his pyjamas and who knows how long ago he woke you, probably annoyingly grinding into you like a wild animal in heat — how lukewarm.

“shit, sorry. just.. just go back to sleep.” you know he was dreaming, it’s obvious by the way he’s been panting and rutting into you which makes his face burn even warmer — thankful for the dim lighting even though he’s pretty sure you can feel the embarrassment radiating off of him in waves.

“you think you can?” you tease and rin clicks his tongue before he’s pulling you back against his chest, hellbent on forgetting all about this humiliating interaction for the rest of his life. but then you move deliberately, grinding against his still hard cock before you blindly reach back to grab him through the fabric of his shorts, making him stutter with his next exhale.

“i can help.” you offer with the next slow stroke of your palm, and it’s almost instinctive the way his hips follow the touch — trying so hard to reignite the orgasm that left him so suddenly. not that it takes much when your fingers squeeze around the sensitive shaft and he shudders before he swallows heavy, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he squeezes at your waist.

“fuck, just don’t stop that.. take all of it.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI SAE

sae wakes with a groan when he feels you shift in your sleep, unintentionally grinding your ass up against his cock and rousing him from the absolutely sinful dream he was lost in. fuck—he can still see it so clearly, feel the way you were wrapped so snug and warm around him, so responsive and good.

you’re just as pretty now though, he realises when he pushes himself closer to you, curling his bicep that your currently using as a pillow so he can lure you closer — letting you press yourself against his chest as he takes in your dreamy features.

sae’s never felt as consumed by you as he does now, even when you’re pliant and soft beneath him — he can still see the way your features twist with pleasure so clearly. his cock twitches as he presses himself into your side, smearing his lips along your temple as he gently lets his free hand trail it’s way along your body, careful not to rouse you from your sleep.

you’re so easy to move, even in your sleep you’re so responsive when he pulls gently at one of your thighs — spreading you open for him before his fingers tease at the front of your panties. he lets his fingers stroke softly along the fabric, sucking in a staggered breath when your thighs twitch as he brushes over your puffy clit.

“shhh.. there we go, sweetheart.” sae hums lowly before he’s looking over you again with heavy eyes, leaning in to press another kiss against your skin until he’s watching your features twitch with the next languid flick of his wrist.

he can feel the way the fabric is growing damper under his touch before he’s pulling back, trailing underneath the waistband of your panties so he can let himself explore the plains of your pussy. he pets through your folds until he’s pressing over your clit, watching you finally wake with a whimper as his cock aches between his thighs. “sae— what’s.. hmfff”

sae’s eyes are sharp when he watches you twist under his touch, instinctively pressing his hand down onto the sensitive bud harder as he rubs at you with two fingers. “why so suddenly?” you ask again, your voice already wound up tight — sensitive, most likely from your sudden awakening.

“i’m just giving you what you asked for, you were basically begging me for it.”

・✶ ｡ﾟBACHIRA MEGURU

bachira feels like he’s about to go fucking insane as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, panting hard as he ruts himself helplessly against you. he’s barely awake, sleep still thick in his limbs considering he’s just woke up, but the sweet little dream, fantasy of you creaming around his cock seems to have unlocked something animalistic in him.

“already got me so close, baby. jus’ gotta rub up on you a lil, m’kay? ‘ts not my fault.” his hips roll into your pliant body as he presses you closer to him, eager and messy as he blindly tries to pull down the restricting fabric of his boxers shorts. he gasps with the first sting of sexual freedom as his cock breaks free, smearing precum along the skin of your thighs while his eyes squeeze closed.

“hurts so bad. need you to take care of me, mhm! just a lil, wont take me long.” bachira’s already fucked out when he presses his cock between your thighs, burying his shameless whimper into the crook of your neck as he ruts himself into you like a wild animal.

he considers waking you up, but he’s too consumed by his own desire, his own need that he can’t stop. his grip on your hips is tight to keep you in place as he pushes his cock through the space between your thighs, precum coating the skin as the mess eases every thrust, making the back and forth stutter of his hips even smoother.

but bachira’s so fucking loud as he buries himself in you, the shaft of his cock grinding effortlessly against your clothed pussy with every eager, messy push. so it’s to be expected when he feels you shift, groggy as clarity slowly gets a grip on you — but quickly consumed by the pleasure that burns warm along your skin when it only draws him closer. “bachi? really?”

you gasp, but you don’t hesitate to meet his thrusts despite the heaviness that still blankets your body, feeling him drag you along the length of his cock until he’s panting and chuckling into your skin. “mhm, couldn’t sleep. was dreaming of you~” he sings with the next sinful throb of his cock, your thighs feel like fucking silk around him and he can’t help the way his words break into something high pitched and needy when you reach back, twisting your fingers in his hair as he moans.

“pull your panties t’ the side, baby. jus’ wanna feel a lil more, promise i’ll be quick, m’kay? i’ll make you feel so good.”

・✶ ｡ﾟMIKAGE REO

reo’s still breathing hard as he leans over you now, lidded eyes looking over your still sleeping figure as his hands trail their way underneath your shirt — pushing up the fabric to reveal more of the skin underneath. you feel even better than normal, maybe it’s how fucking drunk on hormones he feels right now — still throbbing from that hot little dream he’s just woken up from, the reason he’s even awake at fucking 3am.

but he doesn’t care, not when he’s got a prize like you all to himself as he pushes himself lower — leaning down onto his forearms so he can press kisses along your abdomen. his lips trail lower as he watches the way you twitch and pant at the touch, shifting your thighs over his shoulders as messy violet hair hangs over his heavy gaze.

“even visiting me in my dreams, bunny. guess i just can’t get enough of you.” reo grunts, smirks to himself when he lets his fingers hook underneath the side of your panties — pulling them to the side so he can reveal more of the intimate skin beneath. he’s already so fucking warm, cock twitching uncomfortably between his thighs with the first light, soft press of his lips against your clit — he’s greedy for you.

“‘ts like you’re teasing me being so pretty, you gonna let me spoil you, hm?”

he groans, shamelessly when he lets his tongue push lower to part your folds, trailing through the slick that’s gathered there as the first taste of you makes him throb. he’s past the point of being careful, he’s too consumed by you — burying himself deeper as he digs out more of your pleasure, not even realising you’re already panting as you finally wake.

“reo?” your drawl vibrates through the darkened room and reo moans before he looks up at you from between your thighs, pulling away to send you a drowsy, handsome smirk before he’s closing his lips around your clit and suckling lightly.

he can’t look away now he has you, nodding and gasping and fucking begging for more of him, you’re happy just letting him bury himself in you as your hands twist in his hair — keeping him close as you fuck yourself along his face, so full of energy for someone who’s just woken up.

“jus’ wanted what was mine, bunny. couldn’t wait.”

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