I really want to be forced down on my tummy pinned under their body weight and fucked relentlessly for a long long long long time and also I want there to be a puddle of drool and tears on the sheets when they’re done with me
Make me fall asleep with a vibrator inside me. Then in the middle of the night you can turn it onto its lowest setting and watch me shift and whine in my sleep, getting wetter and wetter. Or maybe it will wake me up and I'll be desperate and needy before I can even form a sentence. But that's okay, cause you're already positioning yourself at my entrance. You can tell just how much I need u before I even realize it.
Hmu if u wanna fuck in nothing but our shirts, and then cuddle in bed and watch videos for hours. Maybe occasionally we could lazily play with each other until we get turned on enough to fuck again. And we could do that all day.
Pairing: Evan Buckley x Reader
Words: 1615
Rating: Explicit
Warnings/Tags: p in v, somnophilia, sleep sex, unprotected/unsafe sex.
Title: A lyric from Liam Payne's Midnight.
Prompt: #32. Somnophilia.
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The clock on the living room wall ticked past 2 AM when Buck pushed open the front door of your shared house, the weight of a grueling 24-hour shift at the station clinging to him like smoke.
His muscles ached from hauling gear and responding to calls that had dragged on into the night, but all he craved was the softness of bed and the comfort of your body against him.
Kicking off his boots in the entryway, he moved quietly through the house, the floorboards creaking faintly under his socks. The house was dark, save for the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Buck paused in the hallway, listening for any sound from the bedroom.
When he heard nothing, a small smile tugged at his lips. He shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on the hook by the door. Padding barefoot to the bedroom, Buck eased the door open. The room was cooler here, the window cracked to let in the summer breeze.
The scent of your vanilla candle lingered in the air even though it was put out hours ago, a familiar comfort that eased the tension in his shoulders. He stripped down —shirt first, then pants, folding them over the arm of the chair in the corner. His body was marked by the day's work: a bruise blooming on his forearm from wrestling a frantic victim into calmness, a scrape along his ribs from climbing a fence. But none of that mattered now. All he wanted was you.
You lay on your side, facing away from him, the sheet tangled around your waist. Your hair spilled across the pillow, and one arm was tucked under your head, the other draped loosely over the edge of the mattress. The thin tank top you wore had ridden up, exposing the curve of your lower back, and your shorts hugged your hips. Buck's gaze lingered, his exhaustion shifting into something warmer, hungrier.
He approached the bed slowly, the mattress dipping under his weight as he slid in behind you. The heat of your body radiated against his chest as he pressed close, his arm wrapping around your waist. You stirred faintly, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you leaned into him. It brought another fond smile, and he can’t resist pressing his lips against your skin.
Buck buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin —cocoa from your body lotion, mixed with the natural musk that always drove him wild. His hand splayed across your stomach, fingers tracing over the fabric of your tank top.
“Hey, baby,” he murmured softly.
You stayed asleep but your body responded in that subtle way it always did to him, even in sleep. Your back arched just a fraction, pressing into his chest, seeking his warmth. Buck's cock twitched at the contact, already half-hard from the mere sight of you. He shifted his hips, letting his growing erection nestle against the cleft of your ass through your shorts.
Buck's lips brushed your shoulder, planting a soft kiss there. You murmured something incoherent, your hand twitching as if to reach for him, but you settled back into slumber. His hand slid lower, dipping under the waistband of your shorts.
His fingers encountered the soft curls at the apex of your thighs, then the smooth heat of your folds. You were already a little damp —perhaps from dreams, or maybe just the natural state of your body when he was near.
He groaned quietly, his thumb circling your clit with feather-light pressure. Your hips shifted, a tiny buck against his hand. Your eyes stayed shut, lashes fluttering against your cheeks.
Buck's cock throbbed, fully hard now, straining against the thin barrier of his boxer. He ground against you slowly, the friction sending sparks up his spine. His free hand pushed your tank top higher, exposing your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples pebbled instantly, and he cupped one, rolling the peak between his thumb and forefinger.
A soft whimper escaped you, your body responding instinctively. Your legs pressed together before parting just enough for his hand to delve deeper, two fingers sliding along your slit, gathering your wetness. Buck's breath hitched as he pushed one finger inside you, feeling the tight, warm clench of your walls. You were so responsive like this —pliant, unaware, yet attuned only to him. No one else could elicit these subtle reactions from your sleeping form.
He pumped his finger slowly, adding a second when your inner muscles relaxed around the first. Your breathing quickened, shallow pants that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. Buck's mouth latched onto your neck, sucking gently, leaving a faint mark that would bloom purple by morning. His hips rocked steadily against your ass, the head of his cock peeking out of his boxers and leaking precum onto your shorts.
Pulling his fingers free, Buck tugged your shorts down your thighs, just enough to bare your pussy. The cool air kissed your exposed flesh, and you shivered, your body curling closer to his heat with a sleepy hum. Just a little nudge under your thigh was enough for him to get your leg hiked, making more space for him.
He freed his cock from his boxers, the thick length slapping gently against your ass cheek. Gripping himself, Buck guided the tip to your entrance, rubbing it up and down your folds. You were slick now, your arousal coating him as he nudged inside.
Inch by inch, he sank into you, the stretch making his eyes flutter in pleasure. Your pussy gripped him like a vice, fluttering around his girth even in sleep. Buck bit his lip to stifle a moan, his hand returning to your clit, rubbing firm circles to ease the way. You gasped softly, your head tilting back against his shoulder, brows furrowed. Buck paused when he was fully in, savoring the feel of you —hot, wet, enveloping him completely.
He began to move, slow shallow thrusts at first, building a rhythm that had your body rocking with him. Your breasts bounced gently with each push, drawing another whimper from your throat. The sound went straight to his groin, encouraging him to fuck you deeper, his hips snapping forward, the slap of skin on skin muffled by the sheets.
Your responses grew more pronounced —legs spreading wider, back arching to take him better, soft moans spilling from your lips. But your eyes remained closed, your mind lost in whatever dream his touch wove. Buck's hand gripped your hip, holding you steady as he pounded into you. Sweat beaded on his brow, his muscles straining from the effort of keeping quiet, of drawing this out.
He leaned down, mouthing at your shoulder, sucking hard while his fingers snuck down and worked your clit relentlessly. Your pussy clenched around his cock, a warning of your building climax. Buck thrust harder, angling to hit that spot inside you that made you unravel. Your breaths came in ragged bursts, your hand fisting the sheets unconsciously.
The tension coiled tight in your core, and Buck felt it —the way your walls rippled, the subtle tremors in your thighs. He drove into you with purpose, his own release barreling down on him.
“Come for me, baby. Come on,” he whispered against your skin, and your body obeyed, shattering around him just as his cock pulsed, flooding you with hot spurts of cum.
Your eyes flew open, a cry tearing from your throat as the orgasm ripped through you. Awareness crashed in —Buck's body pinning you, his cock buried deep, still twitching inside your spasming pussy. You gasped, turning your head to meet his gaze, pupils blown wide with lust and satisfaction. “Buck... what—”
“Shh,” he silenced you with a kiss, deep and claiming, his hand stroking your side soothingly. “Go back to sleep, baby.”
He pulled out slowly, cum barely leaking from your folds with how deep he came in you. You trembled in his arms, the aftershocks making you clench around nothing.
Buck helped you roll in his arms, facing him. With gentle hands, Buck tugged your shorts the rest of the way down your legs, pulling them off entirely and letting them drop to the floor beside the bed. The cool air brushed your bare skin as he reached for the nightstand.
He grabbed a soft cloth from the drawer —the one you both kept for moments like this— and dampened it under the bathroom faucet. Returning, he parted your thighs slightly, wiping away the sticky mess between your legs with careful strokes. The cloth glided over your swollen folds, cleaning the cum that dripped from your entrance, soothing the sensitive skin around your clit. You sighed, relaxing into the mattress as he tended to you, his movements unhurried and loving.
Satisfied, he discarded the cloth and he slid back into bed, pulling the sheet up over both of you. His body molded to yours from behind, one arm draping across your waist, his hand splaying flat against your stomach. The heat of his skin chased away any chill, and you nestled closer, your back pressing softly against his chest.
Buck's lips found your forehead, pressing a sweet, slow kiss there. His mouth lingered, breath warm and even, before trailing lower to your temple, cheek, shoulder. Each kiss was deliberate, unhurried, a gentle exploration that spoke of deep affection rather than urgency. His fingers traced lazy patterns over your hip, up the curve of your side. Your eyelids grew heavy under his soft touch.
As you drift off once more, you feel a final soft press to the corner of your mouth.
If you send me a rape threat just know that I’m gonna rub my pussy while I read it. My pussy is gonna get so wet for you while you’re telling me how you want to violate me.
Rotation. The blunt comes back to you, its tip glowing a warm, promising orange in the dim room. You take a long, slow drag, holding the smoke deep in your lungs until your head feels light and floaty. The edges of the room are getting soft, the low rumble of the guys’ laughter blending into the music. You pass it on, your fingers clumsy, your whole body humming with a pleasant buzz.
You just want more.
The next time the blunt comes around, the guy next to you holds it just out of your reach. He’s got a lazy smirk on his face.
"You want another hit?" he asks, his voice a low drawl.
You nod, your eyes fixed on the thin trail of smoke curling towards the ceiling. You can almost taste it.
"Gotta earn it," another one chimes in from across the circle. "Do something slutty for us."
The other guys chuckle in agreement. Your cheeks flush hot, but the craving for another hit is a physical ache in your chest. You need to get higher. You need to chase that feeling until you disappear completely.
"Like what?" you hear yourself ask, your voice sounding small and distant.
"Grab your tits," he says, his eyes glinting. "Let’s see you play with them a little."
For a second, you hesitate. Then you look at the blunt, so close. It’s an easy trade. Your hands, feeling like they belong to someone else, move up to the front of your shirt. You cup your breasts, the fabric rough against your palms. You give them a squeeze. A cheer goes through the room.
He grins and hands you the blunt. You take the deepest drag yet, the smoke searing your throat in the best way. The world tilts, and you melt back into the couch with a satisfied sigh.
The next round, it’s the same game. The blunt is held hostage.
"Something else," another voice demands. "Take something off."
The world is syrupy now, your thoughts a slow, happy river. The idea isn't embarrassing anymore. It’s just part of the game. Part of the price. You pull your shirt over your head and toss it onto the floor, leaving you in just your jeans and a plain black bra. Their eyes are all over you, hungry and dark. You're starting to feel a different kind of high, one that starts between your legs. You get your reward, sucking down the smoke greedily.
You’re so fucking high. Your head is a messy puddle of pleasure and fog. When the blunt is denied again, a genuine whine escapes your lips. You’re desperate.
"You really want it that bad?" the guy next to you asks, a real challenge in his voice this time. He sounds like he’s joking. "Fine. Get over here and bounce on my cock for it."
The room goes quiet. They’re all watching you, waiting for you to blush and refuse. They think they’ve finally found your limit.
But the thought isn’t even shocking. It’s… right. The idea slides into your hazy mind and fits perfectly.
Without a word, you push yourself off the couch and crawl over to him. You hear the sharp intake of breath from the other guys. You hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down. You look up at him, and his smirk is gone, replaced by stunned, raw hunger.
His cock is already thick and hard, springing free from his jeans. You reach out, your hand closing around him, and he groans. You don’t hesitate. You slip your jeans and panties off, then guide yourself down onto his lap, the blunt head of his cock pressing into your pussy.
You start to bounce. Softly at first, then with more purpose, grinding down. It's so intense. This is better than the weed. So much better.
Then, hands are on you. Someone is behind you, his fingers digging into your hips, another guy’s mouth is on your neck, sucking hard. Your bra is unhooked and pulled away. Hands cup your bare breasts, thumbs flicking your nipples until they’re aching pebbles.
You’re pulled off his lap and pushed down onto your hands and knees on the floor. Someone’s tongue invades your mouth while another positions his cock at your entrance.
He shoves inside you without warning. You scream, but it’s a sound of pure pleasure. He fucks you hard and rough, his hips slamming against you. Before you can even catch your breath, another cock replaces the tongue, thrusting into your waiting mouth. You take it all, gagging as you suck, your eyes rolling back in your head.
The cock in your mouth pulls out, leaving you gasping, your throat aching. The one fucking you from behind slams into you one last time, his hot cum flooding your pussy as he groans your name. He collapses onto your back, spent.
For a moment, there’s a lull. The room is thick with the smell of sweat, sex, and stale smoke. You’re on all fours, trembling, your mind a blissful, empty void. Then the craving hits again.
You turn your head, your eyes hazy and searching. Another guy is kneeling in front of you, his cock thick and ready in his hand. Your mouth waters.
"Another hit," you beg, the words tumbling out before you can think. "Please… I need another hit."
He understands the new game perfectly. He grabs your hair and guides your mouth onto his cock. You take him in eagerly, sucking down on him like you’re trying to pull smoke from an ember. You suck until he’s groaning, until his hips start to buck, until he’s pushing your head down, fucking your throat. He comes fast, a hot, thick rush you swallow without thinking.
He pulls out. Another is already there to take his place.
It becomes a rhythm. A new rotation. They use your mouth, your pussy, your ass. You’re passed between them, a communal toy. And with every new cock, you beg for it.
"One more hit… please," you whine as you’re flipped onto your back, your legs pulled wide open.
A new guy settles between them, his cock pressing against your soaked cunt. He slides in and you cry out, the feeling of being stretched and filled all over again making you squirm. You wrap your legs around his waist, taking every brutal thrust. Your head lolls to the side, and you see another cock waiting by your mouth. You don’t even need to be told. You open wide and take it, your cheek pressed to the ground, your body being used from both ends.
You take their cocks, drawing out their pleasure, making them groan and shudder. You don't stop until they’re spent, until they’ve given you everything.
Finally, you’re lying on the floor, a slick, trembling mess. Your body is a beautiful ruin of spit and sweat and their cum. You’re dazed, your muscles aching. But the craving is still there, a low thrum deep inside you.
"One… more… hit…" you whisper to the ceiling, your voice barely there.
They surround you. Standing over you, their cocks all hard again, slick and dripping. You look up at them through barely open eyes, your mouth falling slack in invitation. This is it. The final, perfect drag.
One by one, they give you what you’ve been begging for. Hot streams of cum cover your face, your tits, your stomach. It splashes across your cheeks, drips from your chin, paints your body white. You just lie there, taking it all, a gasp leaving your lips with each new volley. Drenched and shaking under the weight of their release, you finally feel it. The high you've been chasing.
i love the idea of getting fucked awake. just waking up to a thick cock sliding in and out of me while i’m all drowsy and only able to focus on the pleasure of being filled,, being held face down, legs forced apart and just made to take whatever is given to me while you whisper things in my ear like “such a good little girl for me all the time” and i’m just whining, delirious with pleasure
Sleepy girls deserve to have their vulnerable little holes used while they innocently sleep. Gaslighting you and telling you to go back to sleep, that it’s all a dream while I’m deep inside of you. Only for you to wake up sticky and confused with cum leaking out of your holes
My blog regularly touches on male supremacy and misogyny. I want to make clear that this is all done as a fantasy between consenting adults. Whilst it's hot to play around with dark fantasies involving subverting feminism and feminist concepts as kink I am strongly against laws and systems of oppression and concerned about the increasing legal threats to the rights of women and trans people. Trans people and women deserve bodily autonomy and access to healthcare.
THIS is how you do it. You wanna have a Patriarchy/misogyny kink blog? Please have all the fun in the world with it. But drawing a clear line between fantasy and reality is super important. Vlad is setting a really good example for you all and I may be a bimbo but I think you should follow it.
And really, this is true for *all* kink where power dynamics are in play! Be a safe space for the others who share your kinks!
You give me the key to your place and your schedule for the month, you agree I can let myself in when ever I like as long as the calender says you won't have company. You've been wanting to experiment with CNC and especially the somno element. A few days pass and I don't even make the trip to your house. It's not until the third day that I decide to see what I can get away. In the dead of night I sneak in, watch you sleep for a while, grope and molest you, I then stroke myself while I slowly finger you, making sure not to wake you. I cum on the floor and clean it up before I leave.
A few more days pass and you message me asking why I haven't taken advantage of the situation yet, I quickly reply with a video of me stroking my cock while two of my fingers are deep in your sleeping body. "FUCK" is the only reply you can muster before you're edging yourself stupid to the thought of what else I'll be able to do to you.
A few days later you wake up with cum on your face, you can't believe you slept through my visit again, you end up late to start your day as your hand won't leave your clit alone, your tounge desperately trying to savour any lingering taste of me. And that very same night it finally happens, you wake up with my cock buried deep inside you. I'm slowly but forcefully pumping into your soaked hole as I softly tell you it's ok, that I needed your pretty body and you should just let it happen "don't try and fight or I'll have to hurt you" I snarl in your ear as your cunt spasms uncontrollably and you cum like you never thought possible.
I sneak out once you're back asleep and you wake up slightly confused to weather or not it happened or not, until your hand once again heads down to your slick hole and realises it's more than just your juices that are making you so wet. A few nights pass and I don't visit again, letting the anticipation build. Then it comes to Friday and you feel for sure I'll be making use of not having to be up early in the morning. You arrive home and immediately jump in the shower, you want to be a fresh little victim after all.
With steam filling the bathroom and music blaring you don't hear the slight creak of the bathroom door, you don't feel my eyes watching you, you don't have any clue I've been in your home for hours, waiting on you, edging my cock in your bed while I sniff on a pair of your worn panties, my cock throbbing and leaking at the though of how much fun I'm goin to have, imagining the noises you'll make, the fear that will take over you, the pain im going to inflict as i use you exactly how I need to.
As I hear the front door open, I pull down my mask, pull up my pants and hide by the side of your bed, pulling on my black gloves as I hear your footsteps heading down the hall. Once I realise you've gone straight to the shower, I can't help but sneak a peak. It was so hot creeping around while you were sleeping, but to know that even when you're awake, you're nothing more than an easy victim, well that makes my heart race, I'm about to give you the best night of your life and you're so fucking oblivious... Aren't you my pretty, helpless, perv bait?
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