Somnophillia - Blog Posts

Y!Stalker who makes sure you get home safe everyday after school or being out with friends. After all, so many weird people could follow you home. He just has to protect you..

Y!Stalker who watches you through your bedroom window as you do your homework and relax. Watching you get changed into your pj's. What a silly girl to leave your blinds open. He'll fix that later don't you worry.

Y!Stalker who quietly sneaks into your house, you forgot to lock the back door again Love. Don't worry he will lock up before he leaves..

Y!Stalker who goes into your bedroom when you're sleeping, you're so cute all snuggled in your blankets. He gently sits on your bed as he watches you sleep for a while, he just can't resist. And of course he makes sure to take plenty of pictures for later.

Y!Stalker who has to try and control himself as he sees your soft thighs is your shorts that are definitely way too short. Well for anyone else to see that is.. He has to control himself so he promises that he'll be good and behave.

Y!Stalker who gives in a little and lets himself slowly caress your bare thighs, fingers grazing your shorts the more he reaches your inner thighs. He promised to behave but it's hard when he hears your sleepy whimpers..

Y!Stalker who slips his fingers past your shorts and onto your wet panties. His body shivers at the feeling. Slipping past your panties he runs his fingers down your wet folds, the arousal pooling at the bottom.

Y!Stalker who can't get enough of your soft moans and sighs. It would be mean to stop now.. so he slowly pushes two fingers inside your tight hole. He whimpers at the feeling. He curls his fingers inside as he starts a slow paste, making sure to listen for when you moan the loudest.

Y!Stalker who picks up the past as he feels you clench around his fingers, hitting your soft spot every time. Your legs open just slightly for him and that's when he can tell your close. His thumb presses to your clit and rubs tight circles, your moans get higher, making him quicken even more.

Y!Stalker who whimpers as he feels you climax around him, your perfect cunt clenching hard as your legs shake. Only then does he slow down and slowly take out his fingers once your body calms down. Slipping his fingers in his mouth to savor your taste.

Y!Stalker who tucks you back into bed and slips back out your back door after making sure everything is closed and locked. Leaving happy knowing he left his girl fulfilled <3

HE’S SWEET WHEN HE’S SLEEPY ⍣₊˚｡ ( 僕のヒーローアカデミア )

◜◝ "he's warm beneath your hands, hazy with exhaustion and pleasure. half-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, breath hitching when you touch him into blissful stupidity."♡ ᯓft. pro hero!shinsou hitoshi x afab!reader ✦ synopsis — shinsou has been out on an overseas mission for too long, you help him fall apart before he falls asleep. ✦ content tags — mdni. somnophilia (consensual question mark??). sleepy sex. handjob. (m. recieving). oral (m. recieving). overstimulation. dumbification (if you squint). whimpering. soft!dom reader. sleepy!needy!shinsou.

﹙紫藤 ひとし : shinsou hitoshi

Shinsou stumbles through the door as if he’s been dragged to hell and back, sweat clinging to his skin like a second layer. His breathing is shallow, chest rising and falling in ragged bursts, and those half-lidded, sleep-heavy eyes can barely stay open. He looks ruined—utterly wrecked—and yet, somehow, still unreal in how good he looks.

You don’t even try to hide how your gaze drinks him in. He’s shaky, barely keeping upright, but still so fucking pretty. You’d been so cruel to him all week—sending him videos just to ruin his focus, soft moans and pretty words meant only for his ears. You know he watched them over and over, probably came untouched just listening to your voice. He missed you so much it hurt, all need and no relief. And now? He’s finally here, looking worn down and perfect.

He collapses onto the couch, as if the weight of the world finally let him fall. A low groan escapes him, and his head lolls back against the cushions. You know he’s out cold—or close—but that doesn’t stop you. How could it?

You crawl up beside him, draping a leg over his thigh, fingers gently slipping into the messy strands of his lavender hair. It’s meant to be comforting. Just a little reward for making it home in one piece. But you’re not exactly innocent either—not when your own thighs are pressed together and aching. He smells like smoke and sweat and something distinctly him—warm, sharp, a little bit wild. It clings to his skin, seeps into your lungs, makes you dizzy in the best way. You bury your face in his neck, breathing him in like you've been starved. Then you drag your teeth along the curve of his throat, slow and reverent, like you’re trying to carve the taste of him into your memory.

He shifts, and the thick muscle of his thigh brushes right between your legs, catching your soaked panties just right. You freeze. Breath hitching.

Fuck. You can't help yourself.

Your lip is between your teeth in seconds. Your pulse jumps. You glance down at him—still asleep, still soft and slack with exhaustion—but when his hips twitch ever so slightly, something low in your gut tightens.

Poor thing's still in his hero suit. Sticky with sweat, too warm, probably stiff and uncomfortable. You tell yourself you're just helping by taking it off. You're a good girlfriend, right?

You press in closer, your palm gliding down the hard lines of his torso, dragging slowly over his body. The heat radiating off him makes your skin burn.

Another tiny movement. A flex of his thigh. This time the friction is sharper, deliciously unintentional. And fuck, you feel it now—the firm outline beneath the fabric, already swelling from your touch. Even in sleep, his cock twitches, begging for your touch.

One hand drifts lower, ghosting over the bulge pressing against his boxers. He shivers. The smallest sound slips past his lips—a breathy whine.

He doesn’t open his eyes.

Doesn’t need to.

His body’s already telling you everything.

His thigh is solid beneath you, flexing with each breath, and the friction has your head spinning. You roll your hips again, slower this time, and god—his touch is addicting. A quiet whimper slips from his throat, the sound making you clench around his leg.

Your hand dips lower, tracing the shape of his cock through the fabric, and he twitches again—hips jerking just a little, like his body’s stuck somewhere between a dream and submission. Your hand slips under his boxers, just to feel him.

At this point, he’s rocking his hips upward without thinking, working in slow, clumsy thrusts. He's fucking your fist like it’s instinct—slack-jawed, brainless, cock twitching with every rut. He’s so far gone, he doesn’t even realise he’s humping like an animal in heat. You press your mouth to his ear, a smile curling your lips as you whisper, "You like that, baby? Like being used in your sleep?"

“Mmh—nghh…” he slurrs out, "feels—hnnh—feels good." His hips give a pitiful little thrust into your palm, head lolling to the side like he’s chasing your voice in his dream. He's not really asleep anymore, his body's too responsive, too needy. His brows twitch, lips parted, whispering out broken sounds.

You tighten your grip.

That earns you a sharper gasp—still quiet, still sleepy, but ragged now, like it’s scraping out of his chest. “Ah—h-hnnn...” His mouth's slack, spit glistening at the corner like he’s too far gone to care. So fucking helpless. So fucking easy.

“Bet you’ve been thinking about this all week,” you murmur, dragging your thumb over his swollen tip, smearing the mess he’s already made. “Wearing that earpiece listening to me moan like a pervert… jerking yourself off in some shitty hotel bathroom, huh?”

He twitches hard. “Mmh—yes...ngh—” Just noise now, nonsense. His thighs tremble beneath you, and his breathing stutters. His head tips toward you like he’s trying to respond, back arching into your touch. His body caught on the edge.

“You couldn’t even touch me, baby,” you coo, sweet and cruel. “Couldn’t have me, couldn’t cum for me—not really. You need me to do it, don’t you?”

“Y...yeah…” he breathes out, voice mumbled and distant, so soft you barely catch it. “Need... need you—mmmph—”

His whole body tenses—then melts, collapsing into you with a broken moan as he spills over your fingers. He curls in on himself as he cums, your name slipping from his lips like a prayer, "hahh… feels s'nice—'m cumming—m'sorry—"

He falls out of sheer exhaustion, breath shallow and shaky as he sinks into the cushions like he’s boneless. But you’re not done. Not even close.

You shift in his lap, fingers curled around the base of his softening cock—still messy, still leaking. The head is flushed pink, angry and overstimulated, and you can’t resist.

You lower your head, tongue dragging a slow, wet stripe up his shaft—cleaning him up, sure, but savouring it too. You moan as the taste hits your tongue, and he jolts under you, a broken whimper punching out of him. His hips twitch, helpless. "Nnh—d-don't," he whines, voice hoarse, but there's no real protest in it. His thighs are trembling.

You just smile against him, licking up the rest, slow and warm and too much. His whole body shudders. “Hhmmph—’s too much—c-can’t—I can’t…”

“Shhh, I’m just cleaning you up, baby,” you coo, but your voice is all honey and poison. “You made such a mess. Let me take care of you.” He's warm beneath your hands, hazy with exhaustion and pleasure as you ease him into blissful stupidity.

He’s trying not to cry now. His chest is rising too fast, soft little gasps tumbling out of his mouth every time your tongue flicks over his tip. You don’t stop. He’s just too pretty like this.

You move higher, straddling his thigh again, grinding down slow—your soaked panties dragging over the same spot you used earlier. The muscle underneath flexes weakly in response, and god, the sound he makes? Desperate, fragile. “S’wet—dripping—can’t even breathe,” You feel his tears before you see them—warm against your fingers when you cup his face.

“Poor baby,” you murmur, rocking your hips in slow circles, “are you crying? Is it too much?”

He frantically nods, too fucked out to form a proper response, sobbing quietly now—but his hips are still moving, weak little thrusts that tell you he needs this even if he can’t take it.

You moan into his mouth as you kiss him, one hand wrapped around his spent cock again, rubbing him raw and dripping. Your clit catches on the curve of his thigh just right, and you rut harder, chasing your own orgasm.

You’re lost in the way his skin feels under yours, slick and burning with need, and with every movement, you make sure he knows just how much you want it, how much you want him.

He’s sobbing now—eyes fluttering, mouth open, voice ragged—but his hands clutch at your hips like he needs you to keep going.

You drag yourself along his thigh with more force, and it hits—hard. You moan, high and needy, hips jerking as you cum against his skin, grinding yourself into a trembling mess. He gasps, so overwhelmed by the heat and mess, that it doesn't take long for him to finish again—not without a chorus of whiney moans and “please, please, please…“

When you finally stop moving, he’s panting against your chest, your thighs twitching around him, he’s still crying—soft and silent now, face wet, body limp.

But you kiss the tears away. You always do.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” you whisper, brushing the hair from his forehead. “Missed you so much.”

And he nods, wrecked and grateful, clinging to you like a lifeline.

He’s always been such a pretty crier.

waking up engulfed by them, rough hands holding you in place so you can’t move while they fuck into you sleepily because they could wait for you to wake up >>

she calls it free use, but what she really wants is to be fucked like furniture

bent over the counter while she’s texting, taken from behind while she’s brushing her teeth, my cock slipping inside her the moment i wake up.

no asking, no warning, just the familiar stretch and her little gasp as she spreads her legs on instinct. it’s not just permission, it’s routine

her body’s always available, always wet, always mine to use like a toy that forgot it was supposed to have limits

Waking up with a morning wood next to a cute girl, having her notice it and slide her hands under my pants but I’m still barely awake, sleepy and confused while she starts stroking me. Making me whine and whimper from how sensitive it is, not sure what’s going on but just moaning on her ear and saying how good I feel. Getting close and start tearing up from pleasure, not being able to hold it anymore and coming all over her hand. Struggling to catch my breath, lying my head on her chest still sleepy and tired and saying “Thank you Mommy…” just to go back to sleep right after, that’d be the cutest thing

If I’m liking your pics, just know that this is what I’m doing to you in my head.

Off to bed, but a strange bed in a strange town. No stuffy to cuddle and no one to tuck me in. Not the nicest hotel in a not nice part of town. Could be an interesting night.

✨✨jinx x oc ✨✨

Tags warrning : somnophilia whith consent sub jinx slight power play

Jinx sighed, her hands hovering over the keyboard. Her heart wasn't in it anymore; something else had captured her attention. In the background, the soft, rhythmic sounds of the city outside their penthouse apartment created a gentle lullaby. But the quiet was about to be shattered.

"I'm out," she finally said, her eyes darting to the figure lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. "I think it's time for bed."

Vi shot her a suspicious look, the corner of her mouth quirking up. "You've got that look, Jinx. What's up?"

Jinx felt a blush creep up her cheeks, but she played it cool. "What look?" she replied, her voice a little too high.

Vi chuckled, not fooled for a second. "The look of someone with a dirty little secret." She turned off the game, the screen fading to black. "Alright, spill it. What's got you so...distracted?"

Jinx's gaze lingered on the sleeping figure. "It's nothing," she mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. But the more she stared, the more her thoughts drifted. It was the quietude of the room, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the way the moonlight kissed the curve of her cheek. It was torture, a sweet, sweet torment.

Her eyes traced the line of the blanket, dipping down to the swell of her hips. The fabric clung to her form in a way that made Jinx's imagination run wild. Her thoughts grew more vivid, more...intimate. She swallowed hard, trying to push them away, but the allure was too strong.

Vi's knowing smile grew wider. "I'm going to bed. But if you need anything..." she winked, leaving the room with a smug stride.

Alone now, Jinx's eyes remained fixed on the sleeping beauty. The OC lay there, blissfully unaware of the tumultuous thoughts racing through Jinx's mind. The room grew warmer, the silence more suffocating. Jinx's hand began to shake as she reached out and lightly traced the line of the blanket. Her fingertips grazed the fabric, sending a jolt through her body. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help it.

Her eyes darkened, and she bit her lip as she leaned closer. The smell of her shampoo filled the air, a sweet scent that was uniquely hers. Jinx's hand trembled with desire as she pulled the blanket back, revealing the curve of her waist, the dip of her navel. She felt a strange mix of guilt and exhilaration wash over her. This wasn't right, but it felt so good.

Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, echoing in her ears. She knew she was crossing a line, but she couldn't stop. She trailed her hand down the soft skin of the OC's stomach, her touch feather-light. The girl shifted in her sleep, a small sigh escaping her lips. Jinx froze, holding her breath, but she didn't wake.

With trembling fingers, Jinx undid the buttons of her own shirt, her eyes never leaving the sleeping form. The cool air kissed her bare skin as she slipped it off, her eyes dark with want. She moved closer, her breathing shallow and erratic. The OC's skin was warm, inviting. Jinx's hand hovered over her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from her body.

The mumbling grew louder, more insistent. The OC's hand reached out, fingers brushing against Jinx's arm. Jinx's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she found her hand being drawn closer to the OC's chest, nestled between her breasts. A soft sigh escaped the girl's lips as she snuggled into the touch, hugging Jinx's hand closer.

Jinx felt her heart race even faster. She could feel the steady beat of the OC's heart beneath her palm, the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body. The scent of her filled Jinx's nostrils, making her head swim. She had never felt so alive, so...aroused. Her mind screamed at her to stop, but her body had other ideas.

The sleeping girl shifted again, her hand tightening around Jinx's wrist, pulling it closer. It was as if she was begging for more, even in her slumber. Jinx's breath hitched in her throat as she gave in to the temptation. Her hand moved up, cupping the fullness of her breast. The girl murmured something unintelligible, her face contorting into a look of pleasure.

Jinx knew she should stop, that this was wrong on so many levels. But she couldn't. The need was too great. She had noticed how tired the OC had been lately, the dark circles under her eyes, the way she sighed deeply when she finally found the comfort of her bed. It was almost as if she were...searching for something. And tonight, it seemed that something was Jinx

.

Jinx studied the OC's peaceful expression, a pang of guilt stabbing at her chest. She knew her friend was really tired and hadn't been able to sleep well lately. The shadows beneath her eyes spoke volumes of the sleepless nights she'd been enduring, and the tightness in her shoulders even in rest suggested a burden that weighed her down. Despite her own raging desires, Jinx's heart ached for the girl's unspoken troubles.

Her thumb ghosted over the OC's collarbone, the smoothness of her skin a stark contrast to the chaotic thoughts swirling in Jinx's mind. She knew that this moment was a stolen one, that she shouldn't take advantage of her friend's vulnerability. But the warmth, the closeness...it was intoxicating. The OC sighed, her body shifting slightly, and Jinx felt a jolt of excitement. Was it possible that she was dreaming of her? The thought sent a thrill down her spine.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moon, casting everything in a silver hue. The OC's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, her breaths deep and even. Jinx felt a twinge of guilt for the thoughts she was having, for the desires she was acting upon, but it was drowned out by the pulsing need coursing through her. She knew her friend needed rest, had seen the weariness in her eyes each day. And yet, here she was, about to indulge in the very thing that could ruin their friendship.

A few days ago, they had stumbled upon a kink quiz online. It had been Vi's idea to do it together, a laugh, a way to pass the time. But when the OC's results had come back with "Somnophilia" as a top hit, Jinx had felt something shift within her. The idea of her friend, so innocently asleep, experiencing pleasure without even knowing it, had taken root in her mind and grew like a vine, wrapping itself around her thoughts, her dreams, her very soul.

And now, as she stood there, her hand cupping the OC's breast, she recalled the conversation with a new clarity. "I mean, if it's someone you really like, it's not so bad, right?" the OC had said with a yawn, her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment. Vi had snickered, but Jinx had felt something...different. The way the OC had glanced at her, the way she had blushed when she caught Jinx's gaze. It was as if she had been giving Jinx a secret message, a silent invitation.

But had she really meant it? Or was it just a joke, a casual remark born of the safety of their friendship? Jinx's heart thudded in her chest as she tried to rationalize her actions. Was this what the OC had wanted? Was she okay with this?

Before she could second-guess herself further, the OC's thigh shifted beneath her, pressing up against Jinx's core. The unexpected contact made her gasp, and she realized that she had been grinding against it without even realizing it. The friction was heavenly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. It was as if the universe itself was egging her on, whispering that it was okay, that this was what she needed, what they both needed.

Jinx's body took over, her hips moving almost of their own accord, rubbing against the firm, warm thigh. Her breath grew ragged, her eyes half-closed as she succumbed to the sensations. She felt a twinge of fear that she might wake her friend, but the OC remained blissfully asleep, lost in a world of dreams. It was as if she was in a trance, her body moving in a silent symphony of desire.

The sound of her movements grew louder in the quiet room, the slickness of her arousal creating a soft, rhythmic sound that seemed to fill the air. Jinx bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hand sliding down to find the heat between her legs. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and passion, each touch sending a bolt of pleasure through

her.

Suddenly, the OC's eyes fluttered open, her gaze hazy with sleep. Jinx's heart skipped a beat, and she froze, her hand hovering over her own sex. The OC blinked a few times, her eyes focusing on Jinx's flushed face, and a slow smile spread across her lips. "Jinx?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

For a moment, Jinx was paralyzed with fear, but then she saw the understanding in the OC's eyes, the way they searched hers with a gentle curiosity. "It's okay," the OC whispered, her hand sliding over to cover Jinx's, pressing it down firmly against her mound. "It's just a dream, right?"

Jinx's mind raced, trying to find the right words to explain, but they lodged in her throat. She nodded instead, a silent lie that seemed to satisfy the sleepy girl. The OC's smile grew, and she closed her eyes again, her hand guiding Jinx's movements. It was as if she was dreaming this, too, and she didn't want to wake up.

Jinx's heart thudded painfully in her chest as she began to move her hand again, stroking the soft fabric of her underwear. The OC's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling faster. Was she really okay with this? Was it just the haze of sleep talking, or had she known all along? The question swirled in Jinx's mind like a tornado, but the storm was quickly overshadowed by the building storm of pleasure.

The OC's hand tightened around hers, urging her to move faster. Jinx could feel the warmth of her skin, the rapid pulse of her heartbeat, and she knew she couldn't stop, not now. She was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, her body responding to the silent demands of her friend's touch. The fabric grew damp with her arousal, the heat building between her legs.

With a trembling hand, Jinx slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of the OC's panties, her fingertips brushing against the soft curls of her pubic hair. The OC's breath hitched, her body arching slightly. Jinx felt a rush of power, a heady mix of fear and desire that made her pulse race even faster.

As she began to explore the wet folds of her friend's sex, she noticed the OC's grip on her hand tighten, the sleepy smile on her face growing more intense. The OC's eyes remained closed, but her hips began to rock in time with Jinx's movements, urging her on. Jinx couldn't believe what was happening. Was this really just a dream? Or was there something deeper, something she had been too afraid to admit?

The OC's breath grew shallower, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Jinx's own arousal was reaching a crescendo, her own need demanding release. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the OC's face, the way her lips parted slightly, the way her cheeks flushed with each stroke. It was as if she was watching a live feed of her friend's most intimate thoughts, a silent confession of desires she had never dared speak aloud.

The OC's grip on Jinx's hand grew more urgent, her hips bucking against her touch. Jinx felt her own climax approaching, a tsunami of pleasure threatening to drown her. She didn't know how much longer she could keep this up, but she didn't want to stop. The OC's breathing grew more ragged, and her whimpers grew louder, echoing in the quiet room.

Without warning, the OC's body tensed, her back arching off the couch. Her eyes shot open, staring directly into Jinx's, and for a brief moment, reality and fantasy collided. In that instant, Jinx knew that she wasn't asleep; she was fully aware. The OC's pupils dilated, and a look of pure ecstasy washed over her face. Then, with a final, guttural moan, she collapsed back onto the couch, her hand going limp in Jinx's grasp.

The room was silent except for the panting of their ragged breaths. Jinx felt like she was floating, her body a live wire of sensation. The guilt that had been gnawing at her vanished in the face of the OC's blissful expression. It was as if a weight had been lifted, a secret shared without a word spoken. She knew she had crossed a line, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it.

The OC's eyes remained closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she descended from the peak of her climax. Jinx's hand was still trapped between her thighs, her own arousal pulsing through her. She didn't dare move, afraid that any sudden action would shatter the moment. But she couldn't ignore the need that still pounded through her, demanding release.

Her eyes flicked to the OC's face, watching for any sign of awakening. But the girl remained still, a peaceful smile playing on her lips. Jinx's hand began to move again, slower this time, savoring the feeling of her friend's slickness, the way her body responded to every touch. It was a heady power, a silent admission of want that had her blood singing.

The room was a cocoon of shadows and moonlight, the only sounds their mingled breaths and the soft whispers of fabric sliding against skin. Jinx felt like she was in a dream within a dream, her mind racing with thoughts of what might happen next. Would the OC wake up? Would she

be mad? Or would she...

But the OC didn't stir. Her chest rose and fell with deep, satisfied breaths, the tension in her body slowly ebbing away. Jinx felt a rush of relief mixed with a strange sense of elation. She had done it. She had given her friend the release she needed without her even knowing. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying.

Her hand remained between the OC's thighs, her fingers still coated in her essence. She couldn't help but marvel at the power she held in that moment, the ability to bring someone to such a peak of pleasure without them even being aware. But the thrill was short-lived. The weight of her own desires crashed down upon her, demanding their due.

Jinx's eyes fell to the OC's hand, which had slipped from hers, now resting on her bare skin. It was a silent invitation, a sign that she could take what she wanted. And so, she did. She slid her hand up the OC's body, feeling the goosebumps rise in the wake of her touch. The OC's breathing was still deep and even, but Jinx knew she was close to waking.

With trembling fingers, Jinx unbuttoned her own pants, her eyes never leaving the sleeping form before her. She pushed them down just enough to give herself the access she craved, the cool air sending a shiver down her spine. Her hand found its way back to her clit, the ache inside her growing more insistent with each stroke.

It was then that the OC jolted upright, a hand shooting out to grip Jinx's hair, her eyes wild with confusion. "What...what are you doing?" she gasped, her voice thick with sleep.

Jinx's heart skipped a beat, her eyes going wide with shock. "I..." she trailed off, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She had been caught in the act, her darkest desires laid bare in the moonlit room.

The OC's grip on her hair tightened, and she yanked Jinx's face closer to hers, their breath mingling. "What are you doing?" she repeated, the sleep in her voice replaced with a low, sultry tone that sent shivers down Jinx's spine.

Jinx's heart raced, her breath coming in short gasps as she searched the OC's eyes for any sign of anger or disgust. But instead, she found something else, something she hadn't expected. Desire. The OC's pupils were blown wide, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes dark with need. The hand that had been clutching at her hair began to stroke it gently, her thumb tracing the curve of Jinx's ear.

"You should have woken me up, Jinxie," the OC murmured, her voice husky with sleep. "I could have helped you with that."

Jinx's eyes widened, her heart racing as she stared into the OC's dark eyes. "But you were so tired," she protested weakly, her hand still frozen between her own thighs.

The OC's smile grew more knowing. "And you didn't want to bother me," she finished for her, her voice a low purr. "But you can't keep secrets from me, Jinx. Not like this."

Jinx's eyes searched her friend's, looking for any hint of anger or disgust. But all she saw was a reflection of her own want, the same need that had driven her to this moment. "I...I didn't mean to," she stammered, her voice a whisper. "I just...I couldn't help it."

The OC's grip on Jinx's hair softened, her thumb now tracing gentle circles on the shell of her ear. "It's okay," she murmured, her voice a soft caress in the quiet room. "I've had...thoughts, too."

Jinx felt the world spin around her. Was it possible? Had the OC felt the same way all this time? "But I was so nervous," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know if you'd...like it."

The OC's smile grew, a knowing look in her eyes. "Well, you know what they say," she began, her voice a seductive purr, "the only way to find out is to ask." Her hand slid down from Jinx's hair to gently cup her cheek. "Or, in this case, to just go for it."

Thinking about waking joey up by sucking him off…

going to bed with a vibe in your cunt, maybe you have a late morning tomorrow and want to make yourself extra needy.

you’ve ignored the rumor that your house is haunted. maybe you shouldn’t have. it definitely is.

in the middle of the night, when you’re too sound asleep to notice, they converge on your bed. the vibrator is turned on, happily buzzing away inside you. one of their skills is keeping humans asleep, so they aren’t concerned about you waking up and spoiling the fun.

over the course of the night, you’re stuffed with cock after cock, and sometimes more than one at once. they can pass through each other easily enough, but your hole still has to stretch to accommodate them.

at one point, you turn over onto your stomach, and the true frenzy begins. they prop your hips up and your knees apart and fuck you into the mattress.

your sleepy little moans only spur them on, filling you with their ghostly cum. it drips out of you even while you cockwarm them. you don’t get to cum, that’s not why they’re pounding into you relentlessly.

in the morning, you would be none the wiser if not for the aching emptiness of your pussy and the ectoplasm still leaking from you. and of course, the vibrator, still happily buzzing on as it drives you into your first orgasm of the day before you can even yawn.

Sleeping with my legs all wide open is not only comfortable for me, but easy access for you

need someone to overstim the fuck out of my clit while i’m sleeping until i’m wet enough for them to force their fat cock in me🥺🥺

Crossfaded and laying in my bed all dolled up with no one to scissor

Took this on my shitty computer U⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U

AND WEARING A PAIR OF PANTIES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR IN THE MAIL!! SOME CUTESY BLACK RUFFLED CHEEKIES(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

I'm SO.. soo wet. The way I would give someone the most nastiest, dirtiest, sluttiest scissor EVER. First I'll eat them out until they are clinching their thighs around my head, they are trembling against my tongue, and panting like a whore.

I'll sit up and take my panties off before positioning myself against them, my throbbing wet clit rubbing against theirs. I'll spit to make it extra sloppy, we'll both be a moaning whining mess. We praise and bully each other until we are flustered, my makeup running down my cheeks and my lipstick smudged all over our lips.. omgg jfjfj I'm fucking going crazy