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wri0thesley · 2 years

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(cw: dub-con, kidnapped reader, non-con, somnophilia, yandere, drugging, coming inside, cunnilingus, afab reader with no pronouns,)

yandere diluc gives you the finest of everything. oh, you’re very much a bird in a gilded cage to him - but a cage can be locked, and watched over, and diluc is in charge of the key, and that makes it safe. it doesn’t matter if you rage at him during the day (you could never hurt him in a way that would matter; he does not do this for himself for he knows what he is and what he has done, so perhaps he deserves some of your ire). yandere diluc is horribly, horribly aware that you deserve to be free - but the world does not deserve you, and that’s why you remain under his watchful and adoring gaze.

yandere diluc has dinner with you when he can, served by adelinde (other maids are not privy to the exact conditions of your relationship - the master says you are shy, that you did not come from this kind of luxury, that he’s certain you’ll be more amenable the longer you stay here). you churlishly refuse to drink anything made in the winery, anything diluc himself drinks, churlishly pick at your food . . . but know better than to not eat or drink. not when you must be wide awake, for escape purposes--

yandere diluc has been drugging everything you ingest for weeks.

even when he is not there, the dosage remains consistent - after all, the outside is dangerous, and you are too precious and too special and too perfect to risk him not being able to follow you if you got it into your pretty little head to escape. mondstadt needs him at night - and even moreso if he is ever to make sure it is the place you deserve to exist in.

yandere diluc is not exactly a slave to his impulses; but sometimes, when he is at home for the night, he needs to remind himself of the good that exists in this world. and he does this, of course, by slipping into your bedchamber (exquisitely decorated, filled with treasures and books and anything he could think of to fill your time). by approaching your bed, where you are slumbering softly in nightclothes of the softest silks, your chest rising and falling--

he reminds himself of your safety by letting his hands run all over you. in your drugged state, you are helpless and pliable - you sigh prettily when he brushes the curve of your breast, whimper in the back of your throat as he pinches your nipples through the silk. you do not fight back; do not hit and call him a monster when his lips meet your own, searing with heat. you respond. when he rucks the nightgown about your hips to reveal the soft expanse of your thighs, you’re wet for him in a way he has yet to experience in your wakened state.

(one day, he thinks to himself. one day perhaps you will realise what he does for you. perhaps you will kiss him when he returns and wrap your legs around his waist and gasp out his name as he takes you, come with a profession of love on your lips. but one day isn’t now, and he needs you).

yandere diluc revels in your helplessness and convinces himself that you are enjoying it, even through the haze of sleep and dreams. he kisses up your thighs. he pinches your nipples until they are hard and swollen; he suckles love-bites into your throat, without thinking of the consequences. he digs his fingers hard enough into your hips that he might leave bruises.

he uses his mouth on you. he loses himself in the taste of you - his tongue lapping up slick that he convinces himself you’ve given him on purpose, his mouth fastening around your clit to suckle on it, his lips messy and wet as he fucks you on his tongue until his face is wet with the syrupy sweetness of your arousal. he doesn’t stop until your thighs are shaking and trembling and you’re making whimpering noises of over-stimulated pleasure, even in the very depths of your drugged unconsciousness - if he’s going to fuck you, he wants to know you’ve come. he wants to know you’re wet, he wants you to be prepared - because if that is so, he can continue to convince himself that this isn’t so bad.

he closes his eyes when he eases his cock inside of you. he imagines that you’re looking at him - though your body is slack beneath him, he transforms every sigh of breath and twitch of your legs and shake of your chest into a response. he imagines your arms twining around his - and finds your wrists to pin them by the side of your head, so he can pretend that is why they’re not burying themselves in his hair. he fucks you slow and adoring; relishing the feel of your sex clinging to him, hitting deep enough inside that he imagines you’re seeing stars. he fucks you the way he’d fuck a lover, because - even if you do not realise it yet - that’s what you are.

(he loves you he loves you he loves you. he wouldn’t do this if he didn’t. he needs you. and you’ll realise that you need him, too, eventually).

he still can’t bring himself to look at your closed eyes, your pursed lips, the reminder that he is fucking you in your sleep, even as he comes as deep inside of you as he can. he stays there, his own eyes shut, breathing hard and listening to the thump of your heart and relishing your body heat. imagining you roll into him to wrap your arms about him and snuggle deep; or to lay upon his chest, trace some of the scars he has gotten in his pursuit of cleansing the world--

“i love you,” diluc breathes against your chest. there is no response, but that’s alright. diluc knows it’s a matter of time.

#not sfw text #yandere diluc #somno for ts #non con for ts #yandere for ts #yandere genshin impact #nat.txt #concept postin

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legallyagoodgirl · 5 months

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horny🎀

#daddy’s wh0re #bd/sm blog #bd/sm kink #free use slvt #dumb wh0re #b0ndage #bd/sm community #r@pe fantasy #needy wh0re #r@pe me #bd/sm breeding #somno breeding #cnc somno #cnc k!nk #curvy body #t!ts #r@pe threats

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holynymph · 13 days

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you wanna touch them daddy?

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justtitsicc · 5 days

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🍒❤️🍒

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lovelybabypinkgirl · 27 days

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I have cute tits.

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swordofthesanguine · 1 year

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im not usually the type to jerk off to anyone in particular bc i just... idk i have a hard time with it lol but god damn lately all ive been able to get off to is the thought of this specific girl thats been wrecking my shit lately getting so turned on by cuddling me and how cute and vulnerable i look when i sleep that she cant help but to shove inside me and cum as deep as she can, maybe even fall asleep like that afterwards so i wake up with her cum drying to my thighs and her cock still halfway inside me. like... please? its so in character for her too i just need it to be real. ive cum so many times to this fantasy help

#do anything 4 u #eli tho(ugh)ts #somno #simp behavior

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garoujo · 1 year

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✩ ˛˚ . WARM ME UP ; — cock-warming various blue lock boys.

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

warnings: f!reader, cockwarming, all characters written 22+, a little teasing in some, slight somno in bachi’s [hes inside of u before ur asleep], slight body worship (?) in reo’s, sensitive boys mostly. note: my mind spiralled w nagi’s first so that’s why his is longer but i decided 2 make it into hcs.

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO

“fuck—ah, y’re g’nna make me die, quit feeling sooo good ‘ts no fair.” nagi murmurs from where he’s got you spread across his lap, resting on the edge of his bed with his cock buried in your sweet walls as he tries to beat his own high score on his game.

you’d gotten a little bored watching him, a little needy as you pressed yourself up against him and admired the way he’d bite on his lower lip as he concentrated, skilful fingers tapping at the buttons on his controller as small, low grunts of frustration fell from his parted lips.

but nagi had welcomed you so easily when you’d made your way into his lap, lifting up his arms to allow you to slide right in before he sent you a lidded, questioning look when he felt you pull at the waistband of his sweats. “huh? ‘m in a game right now, angel.”

“it’ll help you concentrate, sei.. promise.”

it’s doing anything but though, the snowy-haired striker underneath you realises with another needy, warm twitch of your walls around him. even just the press of your chest against his is driving him crazy, feeling you press kisses along his jawline when he whines from missing another shot — he can barely concentrate on anything but you.

“no fair.. you made me miss another headshot, pretty thing.” nagi grumbles as he presses his forehead against your shoulder, sighing while a tight, cute pout rests on his lips. but it’s almost like an apology, the sinful press of your hips against his as you push closer — just enough to knock the air out of him when you press his cock even deeper into you.

“hey, c-come on! angel, y’re playing dirty, wanna up my online ranking.” there’s an unsteady waver to his words that’s followed by the instinctive twitch of his hips into yours, like he’s chasing more of the friction you're teasing him with as he sighs.

“think of it as a boss fight, sei.. don’t wanna make it too easy.” your words are whispery and pretty as you pull back to trace your fingertip across the shape of nagi’s jawline — drawing his full attention as his head twists to look at you. hes starry eyed and dazed, flushed from his cheeks to his neck and you’re pretty sure the eye contact alone makes his cock twitch from where it’s pressed into you.

“eh, ‘ts no fair when you know all my weaknesses, pretty thing. gotta try somethin’ else, i guess.” it’s drawled, filthy the low tone his voice takes before he’s drawing closer to kiss you, whimpering against your lips before he’s forgetting the controller in favour of grabbing you instead.

the quick movements are followed by your back meeting the mattress as he presses you into the sheets with every deep, messy press of his lips. “sei! your game.” you gasp when your words urge his first real thrust into you, so deep and good that your toes curl from where they’re wrapped around his hips.

“eh, it’s fine.. ‘ll beat it later, f-fuck—wanna win this side quest first.”

✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI SAE

sae was tired from practice today, but you were feeling particularly needy and as much as his muscles ached — he still couldn’t help but use this opportunity to his advantage, especially when you were already palming at him just as he returned home.

“i’ve been at practice all day, know i’m tired. is this how you welcome me home?” he drawls from where he’s got you spread out against him — your back is resting against his chest as your head rolls back against his shoulder, thighs hooked over his own as his fingers circle your clit — unmoving even though his cock is already buried deep inside of you.

there’s a certain sharpness to sae’s tone that makes you twitch, shaking your head against him as your nails scratch along his forearm. you’re so desperate for him, for him to move and fuck you — it wouldn’t take much, not when he’s touching you just right, but it’s not enough — he knows that.

“just need you, sae. i, ah—missed you today..” your hips twitch above him, an obvious little plea as his cock brushes along the spongy spot inside of you but he’s too fast, sighing before his free hand is pressing your hips back tight against his.

"how much?" sae grunts with the sweet, frustrated whine that pushes past your lips as he grinds up into you - offering you an inch before he takes it from you completely, pressing a kiss against your shoulder after like hes trying to soothe you. "how much did you miss me, hm?"

the way he presses into your clit is deliberate, baring down harder on the puffy bud until you’re thighs are shaking and twitching, begging for him to hurry up and move. your lips part, head lolling back against his shoulder before he’s pressing another smeared kiss against your cheek, and sending you a sharp looks that’s urging you to hurry up and answer.

“so much, missed you so much! been waiting for you, sae.. wanted you here.” your voice breaks under the weight of your arousal but you swear you feel sae’s cock twitch at the sound. it’s followed by a low hum, like he’s considering your answer before his hand on your hip eases — finally letting you move with another slow roll of his own that presses his cock against the swollen, sweet spots inside of you.

“then take what you need, sweetheart. don’t keep me waiting.”

✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI RIN

it was impossible to move rin from his place on the couch when he’s examining team plays, his own most importantly — teeth gritting with concentration despite the way you’re pressed into his chest, palming at his body as his cock rests inside of your slick cunt.

but as good as it feels, finally having him buried in you like you asked, you’d rather he was moving — turning you to putty above him and fucking every single thought out of your mind that wasn’t him. so you decide to test the boundaries a little, shifting your hips deliberately until you feel his large palms squeeze at your hips and your boyfriend hiss from between his teeth.

“quit— fuck, quit it.” you almost shiver at the low, sharp tone rin’s voice takes but you can tell there’s no real irritation behind it when you notice the unsteady rise and fall of his chest. he’s just as wound up as you are, his brows crumbling as he tries to focus on the tv infront of him — nibbling on his lower lip to distract him from the warm squeeze of your walls.

“you said you wouldn’t move..” he grits, still refusing to meet your gaze despite the way every squeeze of your hands across his body makes his breathing hitch. you’ve got him so fucking wound up, he’s so lukewarm — so sensitive, he can’t even control himself for 10 fucking minutes.

“but i need you, rin. not my fault you feel so good.” rin can feel the back of his neck stinging with a flush when you smear a kiss along his jawline, making his fingers squeeze even tighter into your hips before he’s growling under his breath. but the way you purr when he readjusts himself beneath you, melting into him with a tiny, slight grind of his cock into you makes him feel fucking dizzy.

it’s fast, the way he’s suddenly readjusting his feet and beginning a pace that’s too quick, and if it wasn’t for his grip on you — you’d have bounced off of his lap completely. every wet smack of his hips is loud and clapping and driven by the pure determination to feel you creaming around him as he sends the game on the tv a lidded glare.

“can’t even control yourself—uggh, shit—you’ve got until the first half finishes to cum or ‘m stopping.. and you better—take all of it.”

✩ ˛˚ . BACHIRA MEGURU

it had become sort of a routine at this point, bachira would come home from practice — wound up and so fucking hard before he was fucking you senseless, followed by him falling asleep pressed up against you while his cock still rested inside of your cunt.

you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t comfortable though and he knew exactly how to get you to accept, bathing you in wet presses of his lips and low chuckles. “jus’ wanna feel you round me, baby. m’kay? sleep sooo good like that, so warm.” you couldn’t deny him, not when you’re still coming down from the orgasm he’s dug out of you.

but now, you feel yourself wake up from your own nap — roused by the sudden movement behind you as you feel bachira’s chest press tighter against your back — followed by the sudden, deep press of his cock along the still swollen spots inside of you. “baby~ already so wet, should’a just woke me up if you wanted it, gotta take care of you.. m’kay?”

you’re not sure if it’s the sleep that still laces your body but you already feel like putty at his touch, he’s deliberately grazing his cock along the spots that crave him most — sending intoxicating little aftershocks through your body that have you gasping with every quick thrust.

bachira chuckles when your lips part to moan, followed by another loud, wet smack of his hips as his head rests against the back of your shoulder. “already so wet, baby. mhm.. you been dreaming ‘bout me? feels like you have~” he sings, whimpers when he feels you squeeze around him at the words but that only pushes him to go faster, deeper.

it’s hard to believe he was sleeping a moment ago with how well he’s working your body, palming and grabbing at your figure as moans fall from his lips — burying them into your skin as he smears kisses along your shoulders. every deep press of his cock is eased by the remnants of both your previous orgasms, squelching loudly as he pushes himself even deeper.

“awww~ i knew you wanted it, baby. mhm— ah! just gotta ask, can make you feel so good~ lemme take care of you, m’kay?”

✩ ˛˚ . MIKAGE REO

reo was obsessed with you, that much was obvious — although he’d spend his whole day proving it to you if he had to. every touch of his hands on your skin made you melt into him, he worked you with such precision but such a gentleness that you couldn’t help but seek out more.

but these moments specifically were some of your favourites, the ones when he’s pulled you onto his lap — onto his cock as his fingers leave featherlight touches along your skin as he looks up at you. it was intoxicating, to watch him appreciate every part of you, taking a slow, languid palmful of your breast as he loses himself in the mindless squeeze of your walls around him.

“does that feel good, bunny? yeah?” reo asks as his breathing cools the spit he’s left across your tits, giving you a lidded — dazed look until you’re nodding out a yes and he’s messily dragging his tongue along your nipple. you feel dizzy with how good it feels, every squeeze of his palm as he suckles at your nipples languidly, massaging and pinching at you as you try your best to keep your hips still.

but every lav of his tongue, every slow and mindless roll of it over your aching tits makes him twitch from where he’s buried in you but he’s too intoxicated, too enamoured by the way your walls squeeze with every swipe of his muscle against you.

“fuck, bunny. look so pretty, keep still for me. kay?” it almost hurts how tight your fingers are digging into reo’s shoulders with your sweet little uh huh, followed by another dreamy whimper as he suckles kisses from one breast to the next. his cheeks and chin are slick with his own spit from every sloppy press of his lips against you, and it feels so fucking good despite the way his cock still hasn’t moved inside of you.

a shaky sound breaks from his lips when you let your head roll back, your hands smoothing through his hair before the pull at the roots and he feels like he could fucking cum right there and then. you feel fucking boneless above him, melting with every greedy palm and press of his lips and hands.

“that’s it, bunny. wanna see how much you need me first.”

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wri0thesley · 10 months

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Imagining how soundly his darling sleeps in his bed at night, not suspecting anything about how her red-haired kidnapper tightly hugs their waist in a spoon position and rubs his crotch against their ass. Slowly, like a touch of a feather, his hand reaches for the hem of their white nightie, personifying the innocence and purity that he sees in his beloved, and Diluc begins to pull up the hem almost to the thigh, exposing their underwear, under which there is sweetness. Forbidden, but damn sweet fruit, alluring with just one of its appearance. And Diluc cannot resist. Just a slight smell makes his pupils dilate and include salivation, which he must swallow. He succumbs to temptation and slowly, with a smooth movement of his hand, so as not to wake them up, he begins to pull their panties to the side, exposing the labia of his beloved. So sinful, so unfair, so contradictory to his aristocratic upbringing, he exposes his hard hard cock and brings it closer to their pussy. But no, he is not a cruel person or a maniac. Not at all. He won't forcefully take them in his sleep...he'll just...just rub a little, yeah, that's right! Diluc just promises himself to put his cock between their labia a little bit, soaking up all their juices, mixing their nectars, maybe even slightly moaning their name. Maybe even start moving his hips back and forth,might grab their hips and start picking up his pace, desperate to reach his peak.

"Oh archons", "Damn it", "So warm", "Can you feel it? Do you like it?", "So good..ah.." "I'm close ah!"

How dirty.... Poor sweetheart, they can be considered to be lucky that sound sleep saves them from a painful night next to their kidnapper, who wants desperately to enter inside them, fuck all the dope, leave his sperm and repeat the process many more times. But instead, he moans their name loudly and leaves a white liquid between the soft folds that runs down their thighs. But Hey, he kept his promise! After all, he kept your chastity .... which means ... it's not dangerous ... and what is not dangerous..

It can always be repeated..

guilty but not guilty enough to stop diluc, my beloved. diluc justifying his absolutely fucked up behaviour like 'well its not DANGEROUS and it COULD BE WORSE and ACTUALLY IM DOING THEM A FAVOUR' . . . he is so so pathetic. i love him

#nat.txt #somno for ts #not sfw text #dub con for ts #non con for ts #genshin impact posting #yandere for ts

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wri0thesley · 10 months

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Go on.... I think there are a bunch of us who'd like to hear more about Luocha and drugging+somno 👀👀👀

cw: drugging, dub con/non-con, somno

he's been to the luofu before, so of course you trust him; and this time, he's rented a little apartment to feel like a native, and he offers to cook for you . . . why would you say no, when he's so very perfectly polite and gentlemanly at all times? when he's never given you a reason to doubt him beyond an occasional faraway look in his eyes (and who does not daydream, now and again?).

and of course, you'd be a fool if you didn't notice the elegant line of his jaw, the generous mouth, the fall of silky hair over his shoulders and the taut, lean lines of him. having all of his attention focused on you makes you feel warm inside, a pleasant and thrilling feeling that's only intensified when you take a sip of the wine that luocha tells you he was given as a gift by a particularly grateful business partner--

you feel so warm when he clinks his glass against yours, your limbs heavy. you wonder if you've picked up some kind of bug - the people of the xianzhou may live long lives, but they are not immune to illness. luocha fusses over you, gloved hand cool on your forehead, and you are grateful for his medical knowledge when he keeps his voice calm and lets you know you're running a fever. when he leads you to his bedroom and bids you lay down, when he presses the rim of a cold glass of water about your lips. you ask him to send messages to those who are worried about you, and he bows his head to you earnestly and says he will leave you to recover, don't worry, he will happily sleep in the living space tonight to help aid in your recovery and if things are better tomorrow will you take home himself, but you're in no state to travel--

your limbs are heavy as treacle, your mouth stuffed with cotton wool. your eyelids heavy with exhaustion. luocha's bed beneath you is soft, and you allow yourself to sink into the mattress and let the blackness claim you.

the door swings open again. luocha, checking you are fully asleep - admiring the peace of your form, the way your lashes lay upon your cheeks, the shape of your lips as you take soft little breaths. he is a medical man, and such things ensure his hands are steady as he pulls off your clothing, memorising any little details (it is your left stocking that has the ladder, the lacing of your underwear is uneven on one side). he has all the time in the world to run his fingers over you and see you sigh and shiver.

so he indulges in it. why shouldn't he? the way your nipples peak under the pinch of his thumb, the way his hands sink into the soft skin of your hips, the way your skin heats beneath the surface when he traces the fluttering pulse point of your throat.

the hitch in your breath when his fingers pry between the slick folds of your sex. the little unconscious whine when he slides one leather-clad finger inside of you and you cling to him like you've never been touched like this before, when he rubs his thumb over your clit and you buck your hips against him whilst not even aware of his presence. the way you moan and pant for him when he finally breaches you, hot and tight and wet--

you are sore in the morning, and you have a headache. but your clothes are perfectly intact (if a little rumpled), there is a glass of ice cold water on the bedside table and luocha is rumpled and handsome when a smile lights his face as he says how much better you're looking. you ruefully have to wonder if it were the alcohol that got you in a state--

and luocha chuckles, says he will have to remember your tolerance for next time, and offers his arm like a prince to take you home.

#nat.txt #hsr posting #not sfw text #dub con for ts #non con for ts #drugging for ts #somno for ts

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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imagine if darling moaned someone else's name while diluc fucked them in them sleep

Oh god this I can't sleep anymore....

oh, it would destroy him. he already feels like he doesn't deserve you, and here you are, rubbing salt into the wound - whilst he is occasionally the jealous type, he's not the kind of man who makes his jealousy known with words. he lets it fester inside of him instead; and so, the only way you'll know that you've displeased him is in the suddenly far more intense burn of his lips against yours, the rougher hold of your thighs, the more aggressive way he goes about touching and holding and taking you. perhaps he even starts waking you up during the night-time trysts, too frightened to hear you say it again--

and, of course, if he can get away with it . . . the poor person who did have your affections, once, may meet with a little trouble.

#nat.txt #genshin impact posting #non con for ts #somno for ts #yandere for ts #kaeya and ayato and albedo are also in the “oh someone else? guess i better kill them” camp #not sfw text

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wri0thesley · 2 years

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gentle nanami somno on the mind. he’s already stressed from having to work overtime, but knowing he has you to come home to and he can do anything he wants (as you’ve already talked about and agreed with him) takes the edge off a little bit. he’d be such a good partner for it, too; careful, soft, lips fluttering over your neck and curving into a smile as you sigh prettily and mumble his name as you dream about him. feeling warm and safe and like he belongs there as he gently sheaths himself inside of you, your eyes opening honey slow to see him as he murmurs for you to go back to sleep, he’s going to take care of you . . . sigh

#nat.txt #not sfw text #somno for ts #jjk posting

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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Okay, Venti and Diluc yans. Just, Diluc jolting out of his already light sleep because he thinks an intruder is breaking in. It’s just Venti crawling in through the window

Also, poor Darling. Just wants a little space to sleep — but on one side is Mr Somno Man and on the other side is a God. I definitely wouldn’t be sleeping.

ah, but on both sides of you, you have a man who loves to drink and a man who mixes and creates drink for a living - if you're struggling sleeping, i'm sure one of the two can slip you something to help the dreams come a little easier!

and you do look so pretty, so peaceful and desirable and perfect, when you're sleeping--

#genshin impact posting #yandere for ts #drugging for ts #not sfw text #somno for ts

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wri0thesley · 2 years

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I know vampire Diluc is already on your list for this October, but............AU where the reason Dainsleif is immortal is because he's a vampire??? *eyes emoji*

anon. please. you don't understand. i love vampires so so so much and every day is a struggle for me not to just only write vampire fanfic. anne rice's vampire chronicles have had a MAJOR influence on my life and gothic horror vampire-adjacent stuff makes me feel like a mess. vampire dain may push me too far.

for what it's worth though, i've been considering monsterfucking dain up as a ghost. a lingering phantom, always by your side; you cannot see him, but you can feel cool fingers brush bare skin in the night. dain is tired of this in between existence, of course, but . . . fated to it forever, watching people come and go, unable to escape the curse of consciousness. you simply . . . are warm and soft and good and almost responsive to him, so he cannot, when you are asleep, stop himself. thats a concept, anyway!

#nat.txt #not sfw text #genshin impact posting #yandere for ts #somno for ts

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justtitsicc · 5 days

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Hello loves, not sure what gets taken down on this app but I want to become a better slut and share my tits with everyone!! Pls send pic requests 💕💕

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wri0thesley · 2 years

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i was going to send u some mahito imagine but my brain can’t formulate anything beyond ‘mahito sleep paralysis demon’

mahito would be a menace of a sleep paralysis demon. no more shadowy figures on your chest; the man currently straddling you, face far too close to yours, is there in high-definition - and you're not sure that sleep paralysis demons are supposed to be this pretty.

"aww," he says to you, reaching out, poking your cheek, a sharp grin not leaving his face even as his mouth seems to stretch just a little too wide, his bi-coloured eyes leaving you feeling like something about him is unnatural. "you're upset, aren't you! can't move? can't feel? poor baby!" he's smiling even as he's tugging the covers off. you can't move; can't do anything other than breathe through gritted teeth as his fingers brush over the neck of your sleep shirt. and he is very handsome. you don't think you mind, all that much. some people, after all, do start feeling a certain way after their nightmares--

oh! woe betide you if he finds out, tugging on the hem of that shirt, that you're not wearing underwear. woe betide you if you were having any kind of dream that might leave you in an unusual situation. mahito won't miss any of that. and you won't mind if he just explores a little more, right? i mean! you're totally helpless, and you can't do anything yourself, and you're clearly dealing with something if what he's found between your thighs is any indication--

"don't worry!" his voice is very chirpy for someone who is supposed to be a demon, you think. "i know you can't move those poor little hands of yours - so i've decided to be nice!" - his tone taking on a singing quality, now, like he thinks this all a game. "i'll help you!"

he stops. pauses for a second. cups your chin in his hand and drags your lips down with his thumb, opening your slack mouth - you can't even move that. the lightest noise escapes the back of your throat; a soft moan. mahito brightens even further. he stares very hard at your mouth, before that sharp wide grin is on his face again and his eyes are glowing and it's clear he has an idea. " . . . i won't even ask you for a thank you until you can move your tongue again!"

#nat.txt #mahito... sigh #dark content for ts #not sfw text #dub con for ts #is this somno. who knows KVJNFKJFVND.#sleep paralysis #wake up fuck ur sleep paralysis demon to get out of nightmares for a while

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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.”

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