#cw: public sex

[steddieas-shegoes]

i wanna be your slave

for @subeddieweek day six with the prompt public sex

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Eddie should have taken the opportunity to run back inside and use the phone that he knew was sitting in the office backstage to call someone before the rain started coming down harder. He should have risked getting stuck inside the heated building instead of getting stuck inside his van that wouldn’t start in the middle of winter.

Rain storms shouldn’t even happen in December. Shouldn’t it all be snow or something?

He groaned and banged his head against the wheel.

The rain continued to pour down, louder and faster, to the point where Eddie could barely even hear himself think.

At least Steve would probably come check here when he realized he wasn’t at the trailer.

He just had to make it through the next 30 minutes or so. The rain might even stop by then.

Eddie hummed to himself, any song he could think of, even one of Corroded Coffin’s newest attempts at an original song. He played with his hair, braiding and unbraiding the same strands over and over to keep his hands busy.

He checked his watch more frequently than was helpful.

Eventually, headlights flashed in his side mirror and he heard the low rumble of another car.

He checked to see that it was Steve before unlocking the door and jumping out.

Steve barely had his car in park before he jumped out of, leaving the car running as he rushed over to pull Eddie against him.

“Shit, baby, I was so worried. What happened?”

For some reason, Eddie felt tears pooling in his eyes.

It was just an issue with the van, and probably a pretty easy repair for Wayne to do tomorrow. It’s not like he got stranded alone for hours getting soaked in the rain. It’s not like Steve forgot about him.

“Oh, baby boy.” Steve’s hands cupped his cheeks and Eddie couldn’t really tell if he had actually started crying or if the rain was falling down his face. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

“It won’t start,” Eddie shivered. It may have been a bit warmer than usual for December this week, but it was still barely 40 degrees, and with the ice cold rain falling on them, Eddie knew he’d get sick if he stayed out in it for much longer.

“C’mon, I have the heat on in my car. Let’s get you warm.”

Steve gently guided him into the backseat, surprising him by joining him instead of getting in the driver’s seat to take them home.

“Jacket and shirt off, c’mon,” Steve nudged his jacket off his shoulders and Eddie sniffed as he followed his instructions. “If you take everything off, you’ll get warmer faster.”

“You just want me naked in the backseat of your car, Harrington,” Eddie grumbled, but knew he was right. He managed to get his soaking wet jeans off and left everything in a pile on the floorboards. “Now what?”

Steve reached under his own body and pulled out a towel, unfolding it and gesturing for Eddie to move for a minute so he could lay it out across the seat.

“Were you a Boy Scout or something?” Eddie felt the warmth slowly seeping into his pores, though his hair was still dripping onto his bare shoulders and chest.

“Nah. Just learned to be prepared for anything.” Steve’s hand rested on his knee. “I’m gonna shut off the headlights while we sit here. Just hang tight.”

Eddie was naked in the backseat of Steve’s car in the parking lot of Hawkins High while lightning flashed directly across from them and rain beat the roof of the car.

If he wasn’t living this moment, he never would’ve believed it was possible.

Steve’s hands were warm when they circled Eddie’s wrists, pulling him into Steve’s lap. He’d removed his own clothes sometime in the last minute when Eddie was lost in thought.

“Just gonna stay here for a few minutes while you warm up, okay?”

Eddie nodded.

And then it actually hit him that they were both naked.

No one would be checking on them as long as this storm was happening.

No one would even see their cars in the parking lot with how heavy the rain was right now.

They could do anything they wanted.

As if he could read his mind, Steve huffed a laugh against Eddie’s shoulder. “You’re always so eager to get fucked, aren’t you sweet boy? Even if someone could see.”

“No one will see,” Eddie protested.

“Maybe I want people to see.”

Eddie felt himself getting hard at the thought of them being caught, of Steve Harrington having to explain to Officer Powell why they were both naked in the backseat of his car. Of how many people had probably been fucked in the back of this car, but how none of those people had gotten Steve like this.

“Maybe I wanna fuck you so good that you scream my name so loud the people in the neighborhood a mile away hear and call the cops. Maybe I hope someone stops by to check on the cars and sees me so deep inside you they couldn’t possibly separate us.”

Eddie whimpered.

Yeah, he needed Steve to fuck him. Now.

“You’re still wet from when I got my tongue in you earlier, baby,” Steve said as he ran his thumb across his hole, still slick with spit. “But I came prepared tonight.”

Steve held up a small bottle of lube. Was that travel size? Did they seriously make a travel size bottle of lube? And Steve bought it?

Eddie loved him so much.

“Relax for me, baby. Gonna open you up more so you can sit on my cock. Gonna be nice and warm after, okay?” Steve’s lips brushed against his neck, his collarbone, his nipple. His fingers, now coated with lube, rubbed at his entrance.

One finger pushed in, quickly followed by a second one. Steve was good at reading him, knew exactly what he could take and what he needed.

Eddie liked to feel full, even if it had just a hint of too much, just a tiny little twinge of pain.

“Gonna ride my fingers?” Steve cupped the back of his head with his free hand, scratching at his scalp.

Eddie hadn’t even realized he’d been doing it, didn’t notice the way he rose and fell naturally as Steve worked him open. He wasn’t even trying to get more from him, he never had to push really. Steve was eager to give him more before Eddie had to beg.

At least since they started referring to each other as boyfriends, anyway.

A third finger entered him, and Eddie groaned at the stretch.

“Feels good,” Eddie threw his head back, only getting a little frustrated at the way the top of his head brushed against the roof of the car. It wasn’t ideal to be doing this in such a small space, but it was hot.

“Gonna spread you out on my bed next time so I can watch. Love seeing you open up on my fingers,” Steve bit down on his shoulder, both of them moaning as Steve’s fingers worked faster.

“Need you, need you. Please.”

Okay, so maybe he still had to beg a little.

But the moment he asked, Steve’s fingers were being replaced by his leaking cock, pushing in slow enough for Eddie to tell him to stop if he needed a minute.

“Fuck,” Eddie’s head fell onto Steve’s shoulder, putting him at a somewhat awkward angle, but Steve’s cock brushed perfectly against his prostate. “Oh, fuck. Can I come?”

“Now? Already?” Eddie could hear the knowing smirk in Steve’s voice and he wasn’t a fan.

“Yes, now. Already. Please.”

“Come when you want. But I’m not stopping until I’ve filled you up,” Steve said as he moved his hips faster.

True to his word, when Eddie came not even a minute later, shaking apart in Steve’s lap, tears dripping onto his still slightly rain-damp skin, Steve kept thrusting in and out. He didn’t even slow down, just kept the pace that Eddie knew he needed to get off.

The constant pressure against his prostate after he came was almost too much, and definitely would be too much soon. He felt the haze of overstimulation washing over him, let his brain go a bit cloudy as Steve used him to get off.

They didn’t do this very often; Steve was very much against possibly actually hurting Eddie and fucking him after his orgasm usually led to him wincing in pain. But sometimes, when the timing was just right, Eddie would start to float into subspace just when things got a bit less comfortable.

“Color, baby.”

“Green. Feel good.”

“Yeah, you look like you feel good, sweet boy.”

The compliments always made him float faster, make him drift just that bit further away, where he could just be held by Steve and know that he was being taken care of.

The rain seemed to be quieter, but Eddie couldn’t be bothered to move his face from the safety of Steve’s neck right now.

Steve’s hands tightened against his back, pushing him down onto his cock.

Warmth filled him as Steve moaned against his ear.

“So good for me, baby,” Steve whispered, his hips slowing to a stop. “Wish I could stay inside you forever.”

“Stay.”

Steve laughed. “I can’t stay inside you, sweet boy. Gotta clean you up and get you home.”

“Later.”

Steve gave him a minute or two, maybe longer, it was hard to tell with his brain checked out.

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[depravitycentral]

Yandere! Keishin Ukai x reader

TW: public sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, a stranger watches, degradation, spanking, hair pulling, unsanitary practices in the workplace, an innocent Coke is scarred

Keishin Ukai wants nothing more than to bend you over his store counter and annihilate that cute cunt of yours.

He wants to get you shaking, to feel the way you whimper and jerk your hips as he ruts into you, your body limp and malleable, perfect for his use.

He wants to leave your ass bruised, his hand coming down to smack at it each time you buck your hips forward just a bit too far, far enough for his swollen tip to slip out of you, shining in the florescent light, covered in your slick and his cum. He wants to watch the way the fat jiggles, how you yelp and bury your face against the slightly dirty plastic top, the cold material making your whole body shiver.

He wants to watch himself disappear inside you, every inch sucked into your tight little hole, bit by bit. He’ll use trembling hands to grasp your cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal the way you take him, exposing how desperate and greedy you really are for his cock. He wants to see your cum slipping down his length, the white circle at his base making him near feral, pulsing inside you and making you squeeze your thighs together.

He wants the cute sweatshirt he’d lent you that morning to ride up as he continues, your lower back exposed and perfect to press his thumbs against. He wants to run his hands up and down your sides, reach into the sweatshirt – that smells like him, he made sure – and ghost his fingers along your sensitive skin. He wants to cup the bottoms of your breasts, feel the way they’re splayed out against the flat of the countertop, the fat squishy and soft and so damn fuckable. He wants to sneak his hands underneath them, to pull you up slightly and let your tits hang freely, nipples hardening under his touch until they’re rock hard, perfect to pull at and twist and squeeze and knead. He wants to grope at you until you’re whimpering his name, his hips never stopping as he uses your tits as leverage to pull you back harder, to get deeper and deeper inside you until you’re nearly crying from how intense it all is. He wants to leave finger shaped bruises against your sensitive breasts, claiming them as his and his only – no one else will ever get to touch them except him.

He wants you to be as loud as possible – he wants you to moan his name, the syllables slurred together and sounding rushed. He wants to hear the way you keen, every slap to your ass and tweak of your nipple making your pitch go higher and higher. He wants to hear the way you gasp as he slips a finger into your mouth, pressing against your tongue as he growls in your ear to suck slut, suck or I’ll stop. And he knows you don’t want him to stop – he wants to hear the way your wet mouth slurps at his fingers, the slight taste of cigarettes making your eyes roll to the back of your head. He wants to hear the way you beg for more, more of him, more of his cock, more of the way he treats you like you’re just a toy for him to fuck. He loves the way you get all whiny and desperate as your orgasm draws closer, how you get needier and needier, as if you’ll die without his body.

You’re so, so damn good, and you’re so good at following his orders. You put up no fight when he slammed you against the counter earlier in the evening, even letting a smile spread across your face as he groped at your ass, grinding against you and telling you he needs a little pick me up, that the shift today had been long and dull. You put up no resistance when he clumsily grabbed at the hem of your shorts (his shorts, really, ones he’d slept in last night), slipping them down and over your ankles, revealing your perfect cunt to his eyes. You eagerly let him spread your legs, giving him enough space to slap his cock against you, the fat head smacking against your little clit and making you jump.

You’re just so obedient, and he’s sure it won’t be a problem when a customer finally enters for a bit of late night shopping. When the bell chime at the door goes off, it’s his signal to fuck you even harder, to angle his hips just right to brush against that spot he knows drives you insane. And he doesn’t like the way you freeze up, trying to cover your mouth and silence yourself now that there’s a stranger nearby. No, he doesn’t like it at all – he wants this guy to know that you’re his, to see how well Keishin can fuck you. He wants you to show off just what his cock does to you, how your brain turns to mush and your muscles tremble in his hold, how you get so wet for him he can smell it.

He hopes the stranger will smell it too, even from across the store.

He’ll tell you in a hushed growl to open that mouth, let him hear how good I fuck you. He doesn’t care that you don’t want the man to see you, because he wants you to be seen. And Keishin gets what he wants – which is why, as the man approaches the counter with wide eyes and a Coke in his hand, Keishin can only smirk through a moan.

Fingers tangle in your hair and pull your head back, so that the man can see your face as Keishin fucks you. So that he can see the way your brows draw together, how drool dries on the corner of your lips, how your tongue nearly lolls out of your mouth. He wants the man to watch your expression morph and shift as you get closer and closer to coming, and as Keishin’s eyes catch the way the man’s sweatpants have a noticeable bulge in them, he can’t help but lick his lips.

The man stops at the counter, staring at you with a red flush across his cheeks, one that only grows brighter as Keishin utters out, “Fuck, isn’t she so good?”

The man nods along, too entranced with watching the way you’re pushed forward over and over by Keishin’s hips. His hand twitches, like he’s fighting the urge to touch himself over his sweats.

“She – oh fuck, she likes it when y’look, makes her clench up nice and tight.” His voice is strained, but you can’t focus on that. No, all you can focus on is the way Keishin’s hand sneaks forward to yank up the bottom of your sweatshirt, exposing your bouncing tits to the stranger’s gaze. The man audibly whimpers, and Keishin growls at that.

“Like what ya see?” He asks, snapping his hips against yours so harshly you can hear the crash of skin on skin.

“Shit man, yeah.” The man groans, his hand finally ghosting over his bulge. Squeezing your eyes, shut, you will yourself not to come from the knowledge the man is touching himself while watching you.

Keishin groans. “She’s mine, bastard. Y’can look, o-oh, but you can’t touch.”

His voice is a growl, and the man gulps. Keishin’s hand tightens in your hair.

“You’re doing so fucking good baby, so proud of you.” You can’t help but moan at the praise, and the stranger’s eyes flutter shut at that, his cock visibly twitching even under his pants. Soon he’s sneaking a hand under his waistband, and you make out the way his fist pumps up and down, up and down, matching the pace Keishin fucks you at.

“D’you like being watched, pretty girl?” Keishin groans out, the hand leaving your hair and coming to rub harsh, tight circles against your soaked clit. You cry out at the sensation, your orgasm starting to hurdle towards you.

“Yes! Fuck, yes yes yes yes – “ You’re blabbering, but neither men seem to care.

“Tell me how it feels baby, goddamn, tell me how good it is.”

Your moans are louder now, on the brink of coming as he continues to touch and play with your clit, rolling it against his fingers and pinching. “’s so good! ‘m gonna come, oh fuck please please let me come!”

You’re begging, and Keishin’s eyes snap to the man’s, who’s are lidded in ecstasy. “What – fuck, what do you think, huh? She been a good enough show to let her come?”

The man nods eagerly, his cheeks even pinker, as his fist speeds up, the pace downright brutal.

Keishin barked out a mix of a laugh and a groan, and suddenly his hot breath fans on your ear. “Hear that, pretty? The man wants you t’come. He wants to see you, mmm, see you take my cum. Come for us, yeah?”

And you do – with a near scream, your tits bouncing as you clench down wildly on Keishin. He groans, slamming his hips against yours once, twice, two more time before ropes of warm, sticky cum shoot into you. You can’t help but moan, the pleasure and sensation making you sigh and slump forward onto the countertop, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Keishin’s no better above you, and a glance at the stranger makes him smirk.

A large wet spot rests over the man’s sweats, his hands trembling a bit, precariously holding onto his drink.

“That’ll be 400 yen.” Keishin says breathlessly, holding out a sweaty palm to collect the man’s money.

The transaction is a blur; all you can focus on is the way Keishin’s cock slowly grows hard once more inside you, his cum dripping down your inner thighs, having turned cold. Soon the bell chime is ringing again, and you’re once more alone with the shop owner, who’s hands are on you without a second to spare.

That same voice whispers into your ear, and a shiver rolls down your spine. “C’mon pretty, there’s more customers comin’, wouldn’t wanna disappoint them, yeah? Everyone needs to see you’re mine.”

Maybe he’ll even let you keep some of the tips he finds in the glass jar by the register when the shift’s over – they’re for your performance, after all.

#yandere haikyuu #_lee thirsts #_keishin ukai #haikyuu smut #cw: public sex

[screampied]

librarian!geto that's got you between him as he's got his head resting against your shoulder.

he's having you read out some english paper, meanwhile he's got your legs pried open just slightly, a small toy just juddering and trembling inside of you.

"the um- the," you moaned out, barely able to maintain focus from the sensations occurring between your legs-him just bouncing his leg repeatedly makes things worse as you're just struggling, eyes skimming alongside the paper and you grip down onto his knee. "s-suguru."

"suguru…?" he repeats with a smile, “oh, that's...not what the narrator says next, dummy," he teases, and your head goes back against him. his hair's pinned back and the cold sheen lenses of his glasses rub against your shoulder. "start from the top."

your legs were so shaky, mind going completely blank and you're trying to focus but with his fingers and the vibrating toy you were simply no match- you gasp, giving up on the last paragraph before you end up squirting underneath the desk.

"so…messy," he grunts out, taking the toy out just to softly massage his fingers against you to feel how soaked you were. "now you have to start all over again, princess."

and you're so loud that you moan out a whimper once he playfully spanks your pussy with such meanness—you gasp, squeezing your thighs together before he chuckles, bringing a finger up to your lips in a soft alluring tone, "shhhhh. did you forget...? you're in a library. have some manners."

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[pseudowho]

The Stacks

(help me find the Higuruma artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

Stuck together on an all-night study session at the University library, you and your rival Higuruma Hiromi find you may have more in common than you thought...

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, rivals/enemies to lovers, breaking point smut, mild brat-taming/retribution, 'missionary so we can continue fighting'

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The twilight crept in-- but, while your fellow students were heading out for a night of drinks and debauchery, you walked under the evening-dappled willows, to the entrance of the library. You already knew it would be as quiet as the grave.

In the morning was your final, decisive Law exam; this was it. The culmination of years of effort. The final hurdle before the start of a glorious, prolific career. The recognition of yourself as the best Lawyer that your University had ever produced. And, with a curious, melancholy twinge of anger, the last time you would ever have to share a classroom with--

"You." Two voices rang out through the library entrance corridor; one disgusted, the other surprised. Higuruma Hiromi's hooked nose wrinkled at you, beetle-black eyes glinting as he straightened under a straining bag of books, to full height.

A taut moment of silence. Something in Hiromi's jaw clenched and unclenched rapidly, his foot tapping, and he looked aside. Looking back at you, his fury a thin veneer over a flicker of curiosity, he tensed to feel you sweep past him.

"I'm taking the Law section. You can grab some books, and fuck off to study somewhere else, Higuruma."

"Hey-- hey-- you can get fucked if you think you're taking over the place, sunshine--"

Hiromi prickled, rushing to catch up with you. You raced him, his long spidery legs easily putting him in front of you. Two sets of frantic footsteps running up the staircases, crashing and jostling-- "don't touch me!" "--stop it, you're a fucking menace--" "--not sitting with an arsehole like you all night--"

Hiromi and you approached the Law section at speed, a single plush sofa hidden away within circular stacked shelves, tables running between them like the spokes of a wheel. Hiromi shunted you aside at the last moment, slamming his bag on the couch with a satisfied hoot of success, turning to you with a grin and a twinkle in his eyes.

"Bastard!" You snapped, your hackles raised, and the twinkle in Hiromi's eyes dulled, replaced by tired disappointment as he looked away again, jaw twitching under your hateful gaze. Hiromi huffed, moving to empty his bag of textbooks and scattily-organised notebooks.

"Not like I'm going to stop you from studying here," Hiromi clipped, tense, "Lots of room. Didn't anyone ever teach you to share?" He teased, offering another wan smile. You rejected it categorically.

"I don't share with rats," you snapped, grabbing your bag and slamming it onto a nearby table. Hiromi was silent, tapping his fingers against his thigh, mouth puckering up into a bitter snipe.

"Yeah, well...let me know if you want to borrow my paper from the Spring term," Hiromi offered sarcastically, his anger burning low, "I know you didnt do so well on that one--"

"Shut up! My paper was perfect, it was--"

"--second best in the class?" Hiromi hissed air through his teeth, his crossed legs bouncing and jittery as he started to sort through notes, "Yeah, it's okay, I suppose...always room for improvement though, right?"

"Yeah, well..." You retaliated, stumbling over your words, "...you know where you can find a decent essay on Commercial Law, I know you struggle with it."

Hiromi ignored you, relaxed and not taking the bait. It pissed you off how effortless he found all of this, how he didn't have a competitive bone in his body...and all the while, you had toiled away blood, sweat and tears to get to the position you were.

You sat in stony silence for an hour, studying quietly. Any time you relaxed in his presence, you mentally snapped at yourself, not willing to concede one inch to such a snake--

A cup of coffee from the vending machine was dropped in front of you by one long-fingered, elegant hand. You looked up to see Hiromi loping away, warm and lackadaisical in his slim black jeans and Law school sweatshirt. You bristled. Hiromi sat on the sofa again, rolling his eyes as you pushed the coffee away from you with a huff, his own coffee hiding the hint of a smile on his lips and coal-ember eyes.

You tried to hide a yawn behind your hand. Between studying, and part-time bar work to pay your way, sleep was a rare resource. You knew no light in your life other than that from the candle you burned at both ends. Rubbing your eyes, your elbow slipped when you moved to rest it on the table. Your impeccably written flashcards hit the floor, scattering as you swore, kneeling to pick them up.

A few slow footsteps, and those long-fingered hands appeared in your vision again, helping to collect your flashcards with meticulous care. Your shoulders bunched up, and you snatched the pile of cards from Hiromi's hands when he offered them to you.

"Thank you," you begrudged. Hiromi remained on his haunches, hands clasped in front of him.

"Nice flashcards," he offered, and you bristled again, looking for insult, "want me to quiz you?"

"I can do it by myself," you snapped, turning to sit on your chair again, your back to him. You weren't sure if you heard Hiromi sigh.

"Suit yourself, misery guts." Hiromi moved back to the couch, not partaking in the bitter little competition he had never entered. As the clock ticked onwards, approaching midnight, the sky beyond the windows now an inky black, your brain began to fog. You caught yourself reading the same sentence again, and again, and again--

You heard a persistent little tapping. Hiromi had not looked up from his notes, but patted the spot on the sofa beside him in invitation.

"Come on," he pressed, soft and unyielding, "bring your flashcards over, and I'll quiz you. If we're here all night, we might as well be useful to each other."

Your resolve crumbled, despite your prickles of disgust towards Hiromi, and you picked up your lukewarm coffee and your flashcards to sit beside him. You hadn't realised how cold you were, until you felt the warmth of his thickly muscled thigh against yours. You shivered. Hiromi's gaze flicked up and down your body, his hangdog eyes impassively reading you.

He took off his sweatshirt in one fluid movement, holding it out to you. You pretended to ignore him, turning your face away with a pout. Hiromi scoffed. Momentarily, you squealed in indignation to feel his sweatshirt being pulled over your head, your arms being pushed through the sleeves like you were a child.

"Do as you're told," Hiromi chastised without venom, "and wear my fucking sweatshirt. You're cold." You swallowed, rendered speechless by his warmth, the soft notes of his shampoo, and, to your surprise, cologne.

"Did mummy buy you some nice perfume?" You jabbed, and you blushed as Hiromi surprised you with a laugh, deep, rich and genuine. Hiromi leaned across you, his face skirting so close to yours, on his way to reach for your flash cards. He moved his face even closer, his voice conspiratorial as you felt his warm, coffee'd breath over your lips.

"Mummy still thinks I'm some little boy."

You felt a shiver down your spine, feeling heat pool in your belly and pussy, before mentally shaking yourself. Higuruma Hiromi? You berated yourself internally, don't be so fucking ridiculous.

You had felt your eyes wander to him, early in your first year, his quiet confidence so magnetic. You had almost been pulled into his gravity. Then, he bested you in test, after test, after test, never seeming to break a sweat, being lauded as a prodigy, touted as the youngest Judge the Law school would ever see instated. It hadn't taken long for you to see him as the nuisance he was.

Then, he had done something unforgivably dirty, becoming a filthy little sellout, and your conviction in your opinion of him was solidified with brutal finality.

Your train of thought was interrupted by your coffee being pressed into your hands.

"Drink up," Hiromi urged, his tone broaching no argument, a wonky smile on his face which made your stomach somersault, "and get ready. I won't go easy on you."

And, he didn't. He grilled you mercilessly, becoming more and more thrilled as you snapped back each time with devastating precision and accuracy. The flashcards soon became secondary, and eventually discarded in favour of a soulful debate. The back and forth roared through you both like wildfire. You bounced off Hiromi's challenge with ease, his natural foil, and he took it all with a sultry delight that intoxicated you.

Your legs were entangled, now, facing each other on the sofa, and ribbing each other for all you were worth. You hadn't noticed how low your guard had dropped, until you saw how Hiromi looked at you, your wide sparkling smile, your twinkling eyes, your dimples. His square jaw leaned on one hand, his slim fingers stretching from chin to temple, one finger between his teeth, eyes dipped low and burning through you as he smiled. You gulped, feeling the fire warm you from head to foot.

"I'm, uhm..." you trembled, pushing your glasses up your nose as he raised his eyebrows, otherwise still as a panther in the rainforest, "...uhm...just going to get a snack...want anything?"

"...sure," Hiromi eventually answered, watching with mischief as you untangled your legs from his, "anything." You skittered past Hiromi, and it took everything in his power not to pull you to straddle his lap and see just how much he could steam up your glasses.

Turning the corner to the vending machine, you finally released the breath you had been holding. You fanned your face, pressing buttons, selecting a random assortment of snacks, and tapping your card to the card reader. Three little bleeps-- declined.

You felt a thread of panic. You checked your bank account with your heart in your throat...pennies. Literal pennies left to your name, until payday before the weekend. You now burned with shame, considering just leaving your books and bag and turning tail back to your apartment. Instead, with a furious blush over your cheeks, you headed back to the sofa, Hiromi looking at you curiously as you pulled a book onto your lap, empty-handed.

"Nothing decent," you lied, "sorry." Hiromi was silent; his gaze rendered you transparent in a way that was so unwelcome to you now. You felt a wash of relief as he stood up and walked away.

A few minutes later, Hiromi returned, gently placing a bag of crisps and a bar of chocolate down on the book on your lap. Tears of shame prickles in your eyes.

"You like these, right? I've seen you eat them before," Hiromi mused, gentle and casual. You pressed your eyes and lips shut, tears threatening to overspill.

"You didn't have to," you urged, your voice tight. Hiromi hummed to himself, taking a bite of his chocolate, and raising your chocolate bar to boop you softly on the nose.

"Big day tomorrow...today. You won't do well if you're hungry." A pause. "You work hard. It happens." You flooded with a sickening rush of gratitude, Hiromi's easy empathy almost washing away the shame.

"...thank-- thank you," you mumbled, fingers closing round his, your little heart thumping for him, as you accepted the chocolate bar. "I get paid on Friday, I'll pay you back--"

Hiromi scoffed, playful, "Don't worry about it. Just...buy the second round of drinks." You felt your stomach flip, your fingertips pressed over your mouthful of chocolate as you blushed. He was so casual about it. You couldn't see how his heart pounded in anticipation, awaiting certain rejection.

"...I...uhm...yeah. That sounds...that sounds...nice." Hiromi released the breath he'd been holding in a shaky, quiet whoosh. He felt the bridge of his aquiline nose redden. He tried to look surreptitious as he scooted closer to you on the sofa, pretending to choose a textbook.

The exam in the morning was now the furthest thing from Hiromi's mind. You shivered to feel the heat of his thigh against you again, and your fingers itched to reach out and feel the hot corded muscle of them. Hiromi wanted nothing more than to turn, pull your mouth to his, and share the taste of chocolate on each others' tongues. He was torn by indecision.

Shifting your legs, your textbook tumbled off to the side of you. You leaned back, reaching down to the floor, at the same time as Hiromi leaned over your body, his fingers stretching out, too. You found yourself suddenly bracketed by his lithe, long body, his arms either side of your head and his lap pressed to yours.

You stared up at Hiromi, like a little bunny rabbit, trapped. You reached one hand up to brush the black commas of hair off Hiromi's forehead and he shuddered, feeling his cock throb and fatten behind the zipper of his jeans. He leaned down towards you, pupils dilated, a pit of possessive thrill just above his aching length as he spoke, millimetres away from your lips.

"How long has this been almost happening for?" Hiromi pondered aloud, his cock thickening even faster as you squeaked, little hands gripping his biceps.

"Never," you challenged weakly, "it was never going to happen--"

"Yeah, right," he whispered, low and sarcastic, one hand looping behind your neck in preparation for fucking into your mouth with his tongue, "always the same shit with you--"

"-- it might have happened sooner if-- if you didn't sell yourself to that filthy company to become their corporate lawyer lapdog--"

Hiromi stiffened instantly, pulling away from you, your lips chasing his briefly in confusion. You blinked up at him, feeling so small as his face twisted in fury above you, his eyes incandescent with rage.

"I'm sorry-- what?" He snarled, climbing off of you and leaving you cold, confused, blinking.

"--you--you were scouted by that nasty finance company, right? And you accepted. Everybody said--"

Hiromi laughed, humourless, both of his hands cupping his nose and lower face as he leaned back into the sofa, staring at the ceiling, "Yeah? Everybody says, do they? You listen to everybody, do you?"

You felt a thread of dread run through you, the adrenaline of having almost been taken by Hiromi, now replaced with the adrenaline of confrontation. You felt a ruffle of indignation through you.

"I always thought you'd go that way," you asserted, doubling-down, rendered stupid by the need to win, "some little corporate rat for pay."

Hiromi's teeth clenched so hard, you heard the crunch, and you felt exactly how seriously you had fucked up. You gulped. You stood, brisk. You crammed books and flashcards into your bag, before moving to make a swift exit.

"--a--anyway. Good luck in the morning. Have a nice life."

You hurried away, towards the tightly packed bookshelves, at first hearing silence behind you, before the sudden rush of heavy footsteps chasing you and your heart in your mouth and--

You squealed, forcibly spun by one strong hand, your back slammed against the bookshelves. Books slipped and fell around your head, but none of them hit you; Hiromi barely winced as he craned over you, books tumbling off his head and shoulders while his arms blocked your exit. His hips pressing against your belly trapped you further, and you felt the erection you had left him with, straining against his jeans.

"You're smart, but you're such a fucking know it all," Hiromi spat, urging you to answer for your crimes by forcing eye-contact. You swallowed, heart fluttering between your legs, speechless.

"Oh, what? Now you shut up, huh?" Hiromi tsked, a wonky smile on his face, still twisted in anger as he laughed, humourless, into his shoulder.

"What the fuck did I ever do wrong?" Hiromi demanded, leaning down so the side of his hooked nose pressed against yours, your lips almost touching, "What did I do to make you hate me? So fucking competitive, you act like a total brat to the one guy who's good enough to keep up with you."

"Higuruma, I-- I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"

"Oh, no no no," Hiromi whispered, nose still pressed to yours, his cock rigid and twitching against your belly, "Hiromi, please. Enemies are just as intimate as lovers, after all." You shuddered, and Hiromi felt a drip of pre-cum soak his boxers, to see you finally yielding beneath him, and in his sweatshirt no less.

"...I did accept a job, obviously," Hiromi sniped, watching the colour drain from your face as he told you, "...at the Public Defence Office...you gullible little tart."

"...but if you think I'm such a bad person, how about I fuck you like one, hmm?" Hiromi drank down your squeak with a nose-crinkling grin, before crashing his lips to yours, moaning with relief into your gasping, warm mouth. The tension snapped in you, brittle under Hiromi's righteous rage, and you tangled your arms around his neck, pressing your body flat against his, in a kiss that was three years in the making.

"--oh, fuck yes-- fucking pain in my ass-- hate me all you like, still better than being ignored by you--" Hiromi nipped your bottom lip between his teeth, before sucking it between his, soothing the sting. You could feel how he shook with restraint, wanting retribution for years of ill-treatment. In a fleeting moment of shame-faced acceptance, as Hiromi laid claim to your neck, you realised you absolutely deserved it.

Hiromi marked your neck, sucking with his teeth and lips, raking the neckline of his sweatshirt down to do the same to your collarbones with a sandy moan. He scooped his arms under your thighs, lifting you against him, carrying you back to the sofa where he fell back, forcing you to straddle him. The sudden jolt of your clothed aching pussy against his cock made you both moan, and Hiromi bucked his cock up against you instinctively.

Feeling Hiromi's gaze burning into you again, you blushed, looking aside and sheepish. He reached up, tangling one hand roughly into your hair, tilting your head to the side, examining the lovebites down your neck with a shudder.

"You-- you're such a dickhead-- always came so fucking easy to you--" You whined at Hiromi, blushing as he laughed, his hand snaking under the sweatshirt to cup your breast with a groan of satisfaction.

"Fuck off," Hiromi scoffed, "fucking easy-- you treat me like scum, and you think I'm going to let you see me struggle? Please. Been fighting me for three years when you should have been fucking me instead."

Hiromi scooped your tank top and bra down beneath the sweatshirt, doing the same with his other hand, taking both of your breasts between his long, kneading fingers as he rutted his aching cock up into you.

"So go on then, if you're so clever...fuck me with your clothes on." You whimpered above him, feeling both of your nipples rolled insistently between his thumbs and forefingers. Your skirt had rucked up around your hips, and Hiromi swore under his breath to feel your arousal soak through his jeans, onto his cock.

He bucked up against your pussy again, and you mewled as shockwaves ran through your clit. Hiromi's fingers dug into your breasts, squeezing them with barely-contained need. You did as you were told, and hooked your panties aside, your pussy now flush against Hiromi's concealed length, and began to ride the underside of his weeping cock.

Hiromi threw his head back with a hiss, "Good girl-- not such a brat, now you're doing as you're told..." Hiromi bit his lip, moaning unashamedly to feel you hump yourself to orgasm against him. Despite his punishment of you, he already longed for you to fight back. He bucked his hips into you in challenge, thrilled when you planted your hands on his belly, your breasts squeezed together in his hands beneath the sweatshirt.

"--bet you're-- bet you're really fucking pleased with yourself--" You blushed, tears glittering bitterly in your eyes, moaning into Hiromi's mouth as he laughed again, kissing the pout off your face.

"I am, actually," he gasped, tweaking your nipples hard enough to make you whimper, "--gonna cum on my jeans, huh? Shit...don't know-- you never knew-- so fucking beautiful when you're being mean to me--'

Your thighs burned with the effort of rubbing your pussy against Hiromi, but you felt your orgasm building with the rough friction of Hiromi's trapped, twitching cock. Hiromi helped you, rutting up into you, staring at where your lap joined his, his face twisted into a feral snarl.

"--cum on me-- cum on me...shit, I need it, need to see your face when you finish...come on sweetheart--"

Hiromi's insistent growls send you tumbling over the edge, and you came with the sweetest cries Hiromi had ever heard. He watched you convulse and twist above him, his fingers still rolling over your sore nipples, his pupils blown with lust, teeth clenched with the effort of not spilling in his boxers. Hiromi rutted slowly into you, guiding through the haze of your pleasure until you came back to him, glassy-eyed and supple.

Hiromi released your breasts, flipping you over so your arse was on the edge of the sofa, with you on your back. Kneeling, Hiromi positioned himself between your thighs, one hand squeezing the plush of them, while his other pushed the sweatshirt up, his tongue drawing circles on your belly. You tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging until he moaned into your skin. His mouth travelled downwards, dipping beneath your skirt.

"Want to taste you," Hiromi insisted, yanking your panties down your legs, balling them up and shoving them into his back pocket. You opened your mouth to object, suddenly self-conscious. Hiromi growled at you, squeezing your nipple again until you keened at him, high and whimpering.

"Just shut up, and let me taste you," he growled, nuzzling his nose between your folds in an instant, rubbing it harshly from side to side over your sore, abused clit. You clapped a hand over your mouth to hold back the scream. Hiromi reached up, tugging your hand away and gripping them both together on your belly, "and hear you."

Hiromi swore into your cunt, lost in the taste of you, licking quick little flicks over your clit, in a way that filled your head with stars. Your thighs trembled, and you babbled Hiromi's name, watching with fascination as Hiromi unzipped himself, pulling his fat, heavy cock into his hand. He began to stroke himself with wet little plap plap plaps, soaking your pussy with his spit in preparation for sinking himself between your folds.

"Hiromi I-- right there god yes keep going with your nose I love it-- so good, I-- gonna cum, Hiromi--"

The last syllable of his name was dragged out in a sobbing cry. Hearing you whimpering and begging him as his nose and tongue fucked you through the waves of bliss, was worth all these years of your miserable torture, Hiromi thought lightly.

You blushed deeply as Hiromi came up for air, his gleeful face glistening with your cum. He grabbed you by the hips, yanking you so they almost fell off the sofa at an angle you knew would have you twisting against him.

Hiromi grasped his red tipped cock, and you drank it in hungrily; its pretty upward curve, three thick veins running down its length, the thick jet-black hair trailing down his belly. You felt your mouth water, and Hiromi was hyperfocused, sliding his cockhead up and down your folds with hooded eyes, sloppy and pussy-drunk.

"...fuck...I can't wait-- sorry, I--" Hiromi sheathed his length inside your slippy cunt in one slick thrust, whimpering and gripping you to him with dimpled fingerprints, "-- I can't wait any-- ahhh shit, so tight...squeeze my cock, c'mon--"

You didn't need to be told, clenching involuntarily as Hiromi completely impaled you on his cock. Hiromi gasped and cursed, yanking his t-shirt up and gripping it between his teeth, so he could stare down at where his cock sunk into you unhindered.

He fucked into you, slow and smooth, eyes flitting between your fucked-out face, your hands clawing at the sofa, and his cock pushing through your tight walls, its sweet upward curve dragging harshly against your spongy sensitive spot, nudging into your cervix and belly. Hiromi rolled his thumb around your clit, pinching the fatty flesh around it, gently pleasuring you to feel the way your walls fluttered and gripped him.

You locked your ankles around Hiromi's lower back, dragging an animalistic growl out of him. Hiromi stood bringing your hips with him, holding you by the thighs as he planted one hand on the sofa above your head, and upped his pace, fucking into you with messy abandon.

Watching your glasses bounce in time with your tits as he rammed into you, stoked a competitive urge in Hiromi, and he cursed, spitting venom as he upped his pace again. You arched involuntarily, feeling him fill you with such ragged fucks, that you forget where you were, clenching and whining around him.

You felt a fire, deep in the pit of your belly, watching Hiromi with absolute awe as he chased his orgasm, using your body as a cock sleeve with total reverence. Every muscle in his body twitched with effort, and you felt his cock twitching within you as he moaned and cursed. You clenched your pussy deliberately around his length, and Hiromi almost fell apart, his fingernails leaving crescents in the smooth leather of the sofa, his face twisted in anguished ecstasy.

"--so long waited so long-- shhhhit, ugh, s-so tight-- wet, fffuck...squeeze me agai-- oh fuck yes, cumming, I-- I--"

Hiromi broke off into strangled, desperate strings of moans, spurting hot, thick glugs of cum against your cervix. Hiromi continued to pinch and roll around your clit, and you felt yourself judder weakly as you came again, Hiromi gasping as your wet, velvety walls sucked the last spurts of seed from him.

Hiromi dropped to his knees, weak, still plugged inside you, gasping. He dropped his head onto your belly, grinning at the feel of your fingers sinking into his hair, holding him to you. A few sweet moments of companionable silence.

"...still gonna beat you in the morning, though."

Hiromi laughed into your plush belly, biting the soft skin there until you squealed, hearing him mumble against his sweatshirt.

"You wish."

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[i-drop-level-one-loot]

🎃 Only you can see me, but...

Voyeurism CW: Dub-con, yandere!ghost, public sex, invisible attacker, non-con , public humiliation

"Stop ignoring me." The spirit threatened, glaring at (Reader) with his one good eye.

(Reader) had begun seeing the spirit nearly a month ago after visiting a little antique shop, and since then he hasn't left their side. The bus jolted, and everyone rocked in their seats, bumping into one another. It wasn't the giant gunshot wound to the dead man's head, the missing chunk of skull and brain, that made (Reader) ignore him, but the fact that they were on a crowded bus. They usually did interact with the needy ghost, just not in public. However, whenever (Reader) was out of the house, the man acted like (Reader) was an awful, terrible person.

The man who refused to give his name groaned, unfazed by the standing people phasing through his form at the bus swayed at the red light. "Stop ignoring me, (Reader). It isn't nice."

They looked up at him and narrowed their eyes, silently trying to get him to take the hint. He wasn't having it, getting louder as he started throwing a fit.

"Fine. Let's see how long you can ignore me." He dropped to his knees and climbed inside of (Reader), nestling partially inside their body as though they were sitting in his lap. "Only you can see me, but they can all see you."

(Reader) let out an embarrassing noise of surprise, feeling a hard cock rub between their ass cheeks inside of their underwear. The squeak gained the attention of one of the older gentleman standing right in front of their seat, glancing down at them in mild interest. They slapped a hand over their mouth and squeezed their eyes shut.

The ghostly appendage began rubbing against their crotch, making (Reader) hot and flustered. They wanted to whisper at him, tell him to knock it off, but they were beyond mortified at the idea of someone assuming they were on drugs. So he continued, taking advantage of (Reader's) anxiety to spread his slimy ectoplasmic pre-cum in their underpants.

When the tip pressed against their hole their eyes involuntarily fluttered open, gasping as he effortlessly pressed himself into them, stretching (Reader) open. A woman sitting next to (Reader) shifted uncomfortably, looking over at the young adult pressing their thighs together and tearing up.

Although it was only two people side eyeing (Reader) it felt as though all eyes were on them as they were violated in front of them. Not restricted by physical constraints, the spirit was able to forcefully fuck (Reader) without moving their body at all, only feeling the hard intrusion of a dick ram into their sensitive spot and the strange feeling of his balls slapping against their ass as he pounded their twitching muscles.

They were horrifically aware of their uneven breathing; the way their eyes kept drifting whenever their supposed friend hit their swelling nerve; the sweat dripping down their burning flesh; and how the man in front of them looked like he knew exactly why (Reader) was a squirming mess.

"Ah, I'm getting close!" He cried out in their ear as his movements fastened and became irregular.

They had to bite their inner cheek to prevent themselves from begging him not to, wondering if anyone could hear the wet slapping noise of their ass rippling as his sex hit their deepest parts.

The man standing in front of (Reader) looked a little pink on the face, tugging on his pants. The shame of being seen by other people made (Reader) tighten up, exciting the spirit more. "Do you like being watched?" He teased, biting down on their neck.

"no.." (Reader) accidentally whined, feeling eyes on them from all sides as they fought to not orgasm themselves.

But their fighting was for nothing, cumming hard as a cold, sticky fluid shot up into their body, overflowing around the spirit's dick and coating (Reader's) underwear, drenching through the thin fabric and sticking to the inside of their pants.

The spirit pulled himself out, releasing the rest of his ectoplasm like pulling a plug, leaking out of (Reader's) swollen hole onto the public seat. He pressed his lips through their hand, kissing (Reader) directly on the lips as they released the tears that had been threatening to spill.

The worst part was seeing everyone around them, glaring at (Reader) with disgust or arousal, made their nipples erect, to humiliated to admit that their watching them climax in public felt exciting...

#kinktober #cw dubcon #cw humiliation #yandere x reader #yandere spirit #cw public sex #cw voyeurism

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𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚂𝚊𝚢 𝙿𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚂𝚎𝚡 𝙸 𝙼𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚂𝚎𝚡

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Genuinely, every time I look for exhibitionism/public sex fics I can’t find ones that are actually Public Sex the best I get is Semi Public Sex (not properly tagged as such 😒) So I’m fixing that.

Most of these Prompts + Characters have been paired up with a Picker Wheel with Characters and Prompts/Scenarios I predetermined(Most, because there’s a Free Space that shows up a couple times, fair warning the Picker Wheel REALLY seemed to like ABO)

There will be a couple repeat prompts but they will all be original stories :)

Links will be added as the fics are posted!! First one coming on January 1st, 2024!!

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Characters and their Prompts(picked by Picker Wheel):

𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕜 - Public Handjob|Fingering|Oral(ft restaurant)

𝔸𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕒 - ABO Untimely Heat(ft Unknown Omega/First Heat, stepcest, claiming|mating)(cw: includes stepparent-stepchild stepcest and large age gap(R: early 20s, A: late 40s-early 50s))

𝔸𝕞𝕒𝕛𝕚𝕜𝕚 𝕋𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚 - ABO Pack Omega(ft A!Kiri, A!Fatgum, A!Mirio, B!Midoriya, B!Nejire, B!Tsu)(ft Pack Alpha!Tamaki)

𝕋𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕦 𝕋𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕦 - Showcase(Public Worship)(ft incest)(cw: includes sibling incest)

𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝔼𝕚𝕛𝕚𝕣𝕠𝕦 - Birthday (ft Bakusquad, honorary Shinsou + Tetsutetsu)(ft sharing w Tetsutetsu+Spit Roasting)(ft ABO)(ft O!Kat, A!Hanta, B!Denki, O!Mina, A!Toshi, A!Tetsu + Pack Alpha!Kiri)(cw: includes polyamory and underage(17))

𝕃𝕠𝕘𝕒𝕟 (ℍ𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥) - Party(ft sitting in his lap, teeth, show off, human present)(GN!Reader, no pronouns or genitalia descriptions)

𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕣(𝕆𝕓𝕖𝕪 𝕄𝕖!) - Movie Night(Sitting in his lap)(ft Oviposition)(cw: includes Oviposition and background incest between the Demon Bros)

𝕂𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕚 𝔻𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚 - Outside Filming (ft Kirishima Eijirou)(ft Festival/Fireworks, on a blanket, Spit Roasting)

𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕠 ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒 - Naïveté|Under the Influence(cw: includes drug use(marijuana))

𝕀𝕚𝕕𝕒 𝕋𝕖𝕟𝕪𝕒 - Public Masturbation(ft on a park bench)

𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕛𝕚 𝕄𝕖𝕫𝕠𝕦 - Claiming|Jealousy(ft oblivious to flirting)(mini cw: includes kinda creepy guys pretending to be your friends)

𝕁𝕦𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕜 - False Privacy (AMAB!GN!Reader; no pronouns but male genitalia)

𝕌𝕫𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕞𝕒 - Public Breastfeeding (turned?) Lewd(Casual Breastfeeding)(ft stepcest, Mommy Kink(No Femdom))(cw: includes stepparent-stepchild stepcest and underage and Age Gap(R: early to mid 30s, M: 17))

ℕ𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕜𝕦 - Sharing (ft Nara Shikamaru+Double Pen)(ft ABO, Incest)(cw: includes parent-child incest and underage(R: 15, Sm: 17))

𝕋𝕠𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕚 𝔼𝕟𝕛𝕚/𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣 - Forced to Watch(Infidelity)(ft Todoroki Shouto)(ft Stolen|Payback)(cw: contains Infidelity with Cheater!Shouto and Age Gap(R: mid to late 20s, E: late 40s - mid 50s))

𝕋𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝕂𝕖𝕚 - Ritual|Initiation(ft Kuroo Tetsurou + Bokuto Koutarou)(ft voyeurism)

𝕌𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕙𝕒 𝕀𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚 - Sex Ed(Demonstration)(ft Uchiha Sasuke)(ft Stepcest)(cw: includes stepsibling stepcest and underage(R: 15, S: 17))

ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕂𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚 - School(Sex Ed; Demonstration)(ft Konoha 13 boys)(ft teacher/student|age gap, incest)(cw: includes parent-child incest and underage(R: 16))

ℕ𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕦 - ABO Public Breeding(ft Claiming|Mating, sex ed, teacher/student|age gap)(cw: includes age gap(R: 16/17, S: mid to late 20s to early 30s) and underage)

𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕦 ℍ𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 - Power Establishment(Gang|Mafia)(ft Stolen|Payback, cock warming)(ft Bakugou)

𝕌𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕛𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝕎𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 - Group Get Together(ft Haikyuu Captains + partners)(ft oral cock warming, no touching(self))(GN!Reader; no pronouns or genitalia descriptions)

𝕌𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕙𝕒 𝕊𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕖 - Merfolk(Aquarium|Enclosure || Tail, teeth + claws)(ft claiming|mating, knotting)

𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕝(𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕒) - Royalty/Making an Heir (ft Royal Doctor!Julian + Spectator!Asra)(ft having an audience)

𝔸𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕚𝕜𝕚 - Free Space!(ft Cock warming before a game, nipple play)

𝕂𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕠 𝕋𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕦 - Monster/Human(Teeth + Claws, Tentacles)(ft knotting, Aquarium|Enclosure)

𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝔸𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚 - Bar|Club (ft size kink)(cw: includes underage(16))

𝕀𝕟𝕦𝕫𝕦𝕜𝕒 𝕂𝕚𝕓𝕒 - Free Space!(ft Royalty|Making an Heir, ABO, Breeding)

𝔸𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕠 - ABO Public Breeding(ft Shino’s insects)(ft claiming|mating, oviposition)(cw: includes Oviposition and insects used in sexual scenario)

𝔸𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕓𝕚 - ABO Untimely Heat(unknown omega/first heat)(ft Shibi’s insects!)(cw: includes Oviposition and parent-child incest)

𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠𝕦 𝕂𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚 - Power Establishment(ABO Public Breastfeeding)(ft knotting)

𝕋𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕦 𝕊𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚 - Monster/Human(ft Tail, Teeth + Claws, Oviposition, Shore/Beach)(cw: includes Oviposition)

𝕆𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕦 - Free Space!(Monster/Human; Tail, Oviposition, hint of teeth)(ft Free Roam, claiming|mating, implied future claiming)(cw: includes Oviposition and being offered as a sacrifice(with the assumption Oro unalives the sacrifices))

𝕄𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟(𝕆𝕓𝕖𝕪 𝕄𝕖!) - Claiming|Jealousy(space invasion)(ft Sharing w Beel, Double Pen)(cw: includes background incest between Mams and Beel and Polyamory)

ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕫𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕠 - Sex Ed(Hands on Learning)(ft Konoha 13 boys)(ft Teacher/Student|Age Gap, sharing w Naruto+Spit Roasting, ABO, stepcest, claiming|mating)(cw: includes stepparent-stepchild and stepsiblings stepcest)

𝕌𝕫𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚 ℕ𝕒𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕠 - Birthday(ft Konoha 13 boys + Kakashi + Itachi)(ft Fuck Party, Sharing w Kakashi, Double Pen, incest)(cw: includes parent-child incest and Age Gap(R+N: 18/19, K: 36) and underage drinking)

𝕐𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕠 || 𝕋𝕖𝕟𝕫𝕠𝕦 - Movie Night(sitting in his lap)(ft Kakashi + Naruto + Sai + Sasuke + Sakura)(cw: includes Polyamory and hints of Trans!Sai)

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 - ABO Public Breeding (ft on car sex)

𝕋𝕠𝕜𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕞𝕚 𝔽𝕦𝕞𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕘𝕖 - Monster/Human (ft Kuroiro)(wings, hint of claws)(ft claiming|mating, oviposition, sharing w Kuroiro, double pen)(ft claiming|mating, teeth + claws, tentacles, knotting)(cw: includes Oviposition and Polyamory)

𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕤 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 - Merfolk(Aquarium|Enclosure || Tail, slight claws)(ft claiming|mating, breeding)

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: All ABO one shots (if it includes vaginal penetration) will have knotting unless specified otherwise!

All Double Penetration fics will be Double Pen in One Hole!

MOST of these will be Female Reader as that’s what I’m most comfortable writing

Some of these will contain potentially triggering content, PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS AND BE AWARE!! Warnings will be restated on each individual one-shot as well. DON’T LIKE DON’T READ.

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【𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃】

#series masterlist #cw public sex #cw exhibitionism #mcu x reader #bnha x reader #x men x reader #obey me x reader #the arcana x reader #naruto x reader #haikyuu x reader #kuroko no basuke x reader #supernatural x reader #bleach x reader #masterlist #18+ content #18+ blog #mdni #tw exhibitionism #tw public sex #cw inc*st #tw inc*st #cw age gap #cw age difference #tw age gap #tw age difference #don’t like don’t read #spiderlily spells

[meowkn]

Flowers through the evergreens

Summary: Reader and Toji are supposed to be a one night hookup, but is that really the case?

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Toji was inches deep in you, again. You told yourself that it wasn’t going to become a regular thing, after all, he was only supposed to be an escape from the reality of your ex cheated on you with his ex, then, before you could get the chance to do it first, dumped you. Whatever, it doesn’t matter, all that matters is the man who was supposed to be a one night stand, was fucking you, raw, for the fifth time, this week.

Your red lipstick was smudged all over his face and neck, your nails tearing into his flesh, your legs wrapped around his torso. “Mmh, fuck, you’re so good for me.” He slurred, his words coming out as a breathy inhale as he looked down at you, his hair flipping into his face as sweat dots his forehead. His thrusts loud and sloppy as he, desperately, in a way rut into you. Your whiny cries echoed in the room, the mascara that claimed to be waterproof, streaming down your cheeks as you bit your lip to muffle your moans. God, what has gotten into you? His cock thrusts deeper inside you, and you can barley handle the lustful look in his eyes as he stares down at you with that condescending little smirk you’ve grown to know. His warm hand ran up and down your torso, occasionally stopping to press down on your stomach so he can feel himself, moving inside of you. Your legs twitch around his torso, the desperate need for more filling your body, that numbness you crave after.

The near-stranger lifts you up, still on his cock as he sits back against the bed. You straddle his lap, your hands on his chest. “I want to see those pretty little hips move.” He rasps, one hand grabbing your hair and the other resting on your hip, helping you move. Your humiliated by the whimper that leaves your mouth. You bite your lip as you slowly move your hips, you can feel his length hitting every spot imaginable. Your broken moans and whimpers filling the room, your body trembling as you gripped his flesh to stay sitting up. “Atta girl, flower, you got this.” His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hip, his breathy grunts falling in harmony with your moans as he moves his hips in rhythm with yours.

“Such a pretty little thing for me.” He breathes. His lips litter your body, your neck, your chest, anywhere he can get them on, tasting every bit of you. It sends a shiver down your spine, how can a man you just met be so lovely?

His hand slips from your hair and around your neck, tightening ever so slightly as you move faster over his cock, you can feel it twitching inside you. “Fuck… Just like that.” He moans, tilting his head back as he tightens his hand around your neck, making you wince a bit, your fingers digging into his shoulder, his flesh peeling up underneath your red fingernails.

He can feel the burn of his skin being scratched and it only satisfies him more, he loves seeing you a mess like this. Knowing that you wouldn’t even look his way when he first approached you but now your desperately crying on his cock.

You look at him through your thick lashes and half lidded eyes, admiring his hair clinging to his sweat coated forehead and the way his eyes get darker when he’s close.

A deep, dark desire sits in the pit of your stomach as you wonder what it would be like to love such a man as him. Someone as intoxicating and dangerous.

Your bodies move in rhythm with each other and the sounds of your bodies and moans fill the air like a beautiful harmony, it truly is the most beautiful song you’ve ever heard. Tears fall from your eyes as you bury your face into Toji’s neck as you continue to ride him. It’s like heaven, taking the place of something evil.

Somehow you always manage to fall into pieces when you’re with him. His fingers comb into your hair, as he pumps his load into you. He pulls his dripping cock out of you, pushing you down onto your back as he strokes the remaining liquid out and dripping into your mouth.

“Such a sweet thing.” He grunts, wiping a tear off your cheek with the pad of his thumb. He kisses down your jaw to your stomach, your body twitches from the sensitivity.

You glance at his body, admiring the art you’ve left in turn, hickeys, lipstick, and scratches litter his perfectly carved body. You reach up and trace a scar on his chest before pulling away and rolling onto your side, closing your eyes as the numbness and reality hits you. “That was nice.” You mutter, your voice hoarse from all the crying you did. Toji chuckles, sitting up on the edge of the bed, running his fingers through his sweaty, dark locks.

His eyes narrow as he looks around your room with an amused smirk. “Are you ever going to tell me your name, flower?” He asks. “I’ve been inside of your home and in-“

He starts before you interrupt him. “I told you, I don’t tell one night stands information like that.” You say flatly, biting on the inside of your cheek.

You know that you can’t consider Toji a one night stand anymore, considering the fact that this is now, the fifth time he’s been inside of you. But you won’t admit that, you might’ve hit a new low, but you still have, some dignity. The bed creaks as he leans over to you, you can feel his harsh gaze piercing through the back of your head as he places his hand on your hip.

“You don’t consider us more than one night stands?”

….

The question echoes through your head, you chew on your cheek, contemplating an answer. Acknowledging that your more than one night stands, would mean that you have some sort of relationship, whether it’s a casual hookup or not, and you can’t forget about the dark desires you feel for the stranger beside you.

“No.”

Toji doesn’t respond for a while, pulling his hand away from your hip and standing up. “What a pity.” His voice rings out in the room, the disappointment hidden by the condescending tone he always has.

Whatever, you would never admit that you’ve fallen for this man that you’ve only known when he’s inside of you.

It’s just lust after all, no real feelings.

And just like that he’s gone and your left contemplating the confusing feelings left to cloud your mind as the silence fills the room. You bury your face into a pillow and let out a loud, harsh groan, even the pillow smells of him, the harsh scent of his sweat and some sort of expensive cologne.

─ִ━━ ꯭  ───ׂ─ִ─  ͜͡✿͜͡  ─ִ──ׂ──  ꯭  ━━ִ─

The next day, you were somehow convinced by your find to go to the club with her, complaining that you haven’t left the house since your ex cheated on you. What a bitch.

You’re on your fourth long island, observing as she practically fondles a guy who is obviously more interested in the girl next to him than her.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and the recognizable yet unfamiliar scent fills your nose. “Slow down, pretty girl, don’t want you making yourself sick.” He says as he grabs your glass and runs a hand down the length of your black dress. “Who are you all dressed up for?” The man murmurs, pressing his lips to your ear.

“Certainly not for you.” You say cockily, glancing at him from the corner of your eye, you can feel your cheeks heat up as you catch his dark eyes and that dumb smirk on his lips.

“Pity.” He whispers. “You look nice.” He glances down at your small black dress, and your strappy heels, his eyes lingering on your legs. He runs his hands over every single curve he can get his hands on. You obviously spent time getting ready, considering how perfect your makeup and hair is. You’re wearing that gorgeous shade of red lipstick, a huge turn on for Toji.

“You look subpar.” You say, biting down on your lip as you take in his half buttoned up shirt and dress pants. He looks nicer than you’ve ever seen.

“What’s with the attitude, flower?” He mutters into your ear, rudely taking a sip of your drink. “Do I need to do something about it?” His grip tightens over your hip.

“What?” You smirked. “Don’t tell me you plan to fuck me into being nicer?” You roll your eyes and snort at the idea, like you would ever let that happen.

“That’s right.” He whispers harshly, “When I’m finished fucking you absolutely stupid, you’re going to apologize for being a brat.”

Your cheeks heat up and you look away, muttering a ‘whatever’. He tugs on your har, forcing your face back to him. “The only time I want to hear you muttering is when my cock is down your throat.” He says.

“Fuck you, Toji.” You say, your breath catching in your throat.

“Oh? You wanna fuck me, pretty girl?” He teases. “Don’t worry, flower, we can head to the bathroom.” He says, grabbing your arm and dragging you through the crowd of people, god, you’re hoping nobody can read the god awful thoughts you’re having.

When you reach the bathroom, Toji slams your back against the bathroom door, locking the door as he pins you between him and it.

His tongue was down your throat, his fingers curled tightly into your hair, his lips lazily moving against yours with an aggressive passion. You could already feel the throbbing pain filling your lower area, as his fingers slowly inched down your hips, towards your center.

This isn’t what was supposed to happen, you really meant it when you said that the last time was the last time, but here you are, pushing yourself up against him, with a desperate need for him to touch you.

You bite his lower lip, sucking on it slightly before pulling away from his lips, panting. Your lipstick smudged down your chin.

“God, you’re so sexy.” He moans, his fingers playing with your clit, teasing you, moaning as he does.

“Shit.” You whimpered, your legs trembling as his long, thick fingers slid in and out of you, playing with you like a fiddle.

You didn’t warn him, but you were about to cum all over his hand. However, much to your dismay, he pulled his hand away.

Your whimpered, your center throbbing and wet with need, your eyes fluttering to his.

He glanced down at your needy, desperate expression.

“Such a needy brat. As much as I’d like for you to cum on my fingers, you don’t deserve it, sweet thing.” He whispers against your skin.

“A punishment for your attitude, or are you ready to apologize already?”

Toji lined up his cock with your center, yanking on your hair as he teased the entrance with the tip.

“Don’t be annoying.”

Toji chuckles as he thrusts into you, making you gasp and whimper, your body shivering.

He slides his finger between your lips as he thrusts in and out of you, that condescending smirk on his face as he looks down at you.

He shifts you over so that your bent over the sink, grabbing your hair so that your face is in the mirror, forcing you to watch as he fucks you senseless.

You whimper, gripping onto the edge of the sink as he moves inside of you, finding the rhythm that gets you shaking and whimpering like a kitten alone in the cold.

His hips smack against your ass, the sound echoing through the empty bathroom. You hope nobody needs to use it soon.

“Fuck.” You moan, wincing as his grip tightens on your hair, leaning over so he can kiss and bite your neck, leaving marks that will hurt later.

God he’s so turned on right now.

You can see his flushed face and sweat covered forehead in the mirror as he fucks you from behind.

He moves even harder and faster, his cock twitching with arousal inside of you.

“Toji.” You whimper. He drops your hair and moves his hands slip underneath your dress, finding your breasts and squeezing them.

“Take it.” He rasps, moving even faster against you.

Pleasure overwhelmed you and your body trembled, you could feel your legs starting to give out.

He switched positions again, propping you up on the sink, holding your legs up around his hips as he thrusts into you.

You wanted to argue, tell him that you shouldn’t do this. But you couldn’t form coherent thoughts anymore as your mind clouded with thoughts of your orgasm and pleasure.

“You gonna cum?” He asks hoarsely, raising your dress so he can see your body in all it’s sexy glory, god he loved the way it looked when he was inches deep into you.

You nodded weakly, moaning his name, your fingers digging into his arms as he ran his hands up and down your body.

His rhythm was beginning to get sloppy and his moans get louder, against your skin as he sucks on your neck.

“Fuck.” He grunts, your body shivered and your fingers dug deeper into his skin as you soaked his cock, broken moans and whimpers escaping your red lips, your face flushed and your hair sweaty.

He thrusts into you one last time, before pulling his dripping cock out of you, he gazes at you with half lidded eyes before helping you down off the sink.

You drop down to your knees and take his cock in your hands, bringing it to your mouth to lick the mixture of his liquids and yours off of his cock.

Toji smirked and gripped your hair as you cleaned him up. “So sweet for me.” He moans.

You finish and wipe your lips, weakly standing up, your legs wobbly and your eyes glazed over.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” He whispers as he brushes your hair out of your face and helps you balance.

#if you see this no you dont #im going insane #jjk x reader #jjk x reader smut #jjk x y/n #toji smut #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x you #jujutsu kaisen toji #cw smut #semi public sex #fem reader

[gabessquishytum]

CEO Dream is looking to mess with his board of directors (they’re all cronies of his parents, resentful of his being nepo’ed into the position despite his actual qualifications, and constantly looking to needle or undermine him), so he decides to hire his preferred sex worker Hob as his PA in order to fuck him all over the office all the time.

They don’t really hide that Hob is there for sex, given that the whole point is to piss the board off with it; during meetings Dream’s hand is usually up Hob’s skirt, or sometimes he’ll just pull Hob to sit in his lap. Directors will have scheduled one-on-one meetings in Dream’s office, only to walk in and see Hob and Dream who had clearly just finished having sex. Even finding Dream alone in his office sitting at his desk isn’t a safe bet, as there’s a decent chance that Hob is under the desk sucking Dream off.

Dream is having a great time, both the sex and the chance to be a menace to his board is incredibly stress-relieving. But also Dream has inadvertently given himself an opportunity to get to know Hob better; before they only met up in order to have sex, and despite the fact that they are having even more sex now, there’s still time left over to learn about Hob as a person, which is beginning to do funny things to Dream’s heart.

Not to mention, as time goes on, both of them are startled to discover that Hob is…actually really good at the PA part of the job. Like extremely competent kind of good. Not only willing but eager to even take some of the workload from Dream, and clearly thriving in his new position.

(Competent is a very sexy look on Hob, of course, which encourages Dream to come on to him at the office even more)

The day Hob presents substantial and comprehensive proof of corporate wrongdoing from the most annoying board member, leading to their termination, Dream very nearly proposes on the spot.

-🪽anon

AKAJDJF this is such a great au, with SUCH great fic potential.

Hob never told Dream this (because they never really talked a lot), but he actually started doing his BA in business and even nearly graduated, but unfortunately had to drop out because money was so tight - that's when the sexwork started. So Hob is far from clueless about what he's doing - he's extremely knowledgeable and competent. He makes reforms in the office that make work much more efficient. He seems to notice everything that happens, even the tiny things. He could easily put Dream out of a job. Although of course, he'd never want to.

He very much enjoys having unrestricted sex with Dream. It's so much better than only seeing him a few times each month. Hob doesn't have to bother with other clients because Dream is keeping him very much afloat financially. His new work outfits are sooo cute and fun. Dream even gets him lunch every day... and yes, Hob is maybe developing feelings in that particular direction. But hes too afraid to investigate his heart any further. Falling in love with a client is a bad idea, that's just good business sense.

Getting fucked is enough. Particularly because Dream makes it so fucking good. It seems to get better every day. Hob can't even smell Dream’s cologne without getting hard, and he can't pass the main boardroom without flushing pink. Knowing exactly how many orgasms he had while spread-eagled on the table and speared open on Dream’s tongue....

Alas Dream does not propose when Hob shyly reveals the outcome of his investigation into the board member. He does, however... offer Hob a seat on the board. And it's not just a seat on Dream’s lap this time.

The scandal is uproarious. Dream put a common whore on the board of directors! Didn't vote him in or anything! Too bad Hob has a dossier on each of the other board members and plenty of corporate secrets to spill about them. Looks like they'll have to accept his presence.

Even when he spends half of the meeting under the table. He can still take notes from there just fine, don't worry!

#🪽anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw public sex

[cvpitvno]

public sex with svt!!!!!

PUBLIC SEX WITH SVT

𖤐 — afab, gn terms, public sex, getting caught

￫ SEUNGCHEOL

mans is going to go hard or nothing in public - to him, if he has to fuck you in public it's because you (cheol) were too needy to wait to get home or you were being a brat that he thought needed to be put into their place

￫ JEONGHAN

absolutely lives for public sex/sexual activities - he's giving the dropped fork and under-the-table head trope or maybe even perhaps sneaking off to follow you to the bathroom since he knows his comments got you all hot under the collar

￫ JOSHUA

he's a picnic fucker for sure - he prepares such a lovely lunch and sets the blanket up so nicely... he also chooses a park with minimal visitation just so he can press your face down into the blanket and take you from behind

￫ JUN

not really public sex but when you have 12 other group members having sex around the apartment is basically public sex - the two of you get caught going at it like rabbits on the couch... yeah... awk

￫ HOSHI

studio sex but instead of fucking you in the actual practice area, hoshi is fucking you in the cramped closet... yes the members are on the other side of the door trying to tune out the sounds the two of you are making but damn hoshi just keeps going harder

￫ WONWOO

you and wonwoo go to one of those kitty cafes and while you spend a lot of time talking and letting the numerous amounts of kittens, he ends up taking you to the establishment's bathroom - over the counter, clothing still on, and a hand grasped tightly over your mouth

￫ WOOZI

studio sex? but like... during office hours - yes he'll probably be given shit from his management or the building staff for fucking you so loudly and while people can walk in or hear the two of you at any given second

￫ SEOKMIN

i can't see him being into actual public sex but i could see him somewhat enjoying the embarrassment of fucking when his members are all home - he gets off on the teasing from them and is proud to know they're all listening to him make you feel good

￫ MINGYU

fancy dinner dates with gyu are a must and happen quite often - along with these beautifully planned dinner dates are the hidden hands and dirty whispered words. no one bats an eye at the honeymoon-esque couple sitting on the same side of the booth, nor do they pay kind to gyus large frame blocking you in and hiding you from prying eyes

￫ MINGHAO

he’s not above fucking you in the middle of nowhere against a tree - nature walks with this man almost always end in some form of his hands on you, i mean they’re peaceful and have so many places that one can teeter just on the edge of being seen, yet still remain hidden enough to not be caught

￫ SEUNGKWAN

wouldn’t go the full nine yards but i could see him liking the idea of getting each other off under the table, hands shoved down each others pants and both desperately trying to keep your noises and facial expressions under control

￫ VERNON

clubbing with vernon just makes sense - lost in the crowd of bodies, vernon would have his hand slipped down your pants or up your skirt and just making you see stars with the light touches and deep strokes of his fingers

￫ CHAN

man would for a fact fuck you without care if someone sees - an alleyway in broad daylight with your back pressed against the wall and legs wrapped around his waist; the minute dino gets horny, he just needs to get it out of his system or he’ll turn to mush

#𖤐 — svt writings. #cw : public sex #svt x reader #svt smut #seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #kpop x reader #kpop smut

[endious]

11:23PM — shameful activity.

ft — jeff the killer x fem!reader

cw — noncon, drugging, alcohol consumption, one mention of weed, partying, public sex, blood, light cutting, degradation, knifeplay, choking, slight breathplay, creampie, threats of killing, swearing, kidnapping

— -17 & ageless blogs dni

wc — 3.2k

You knew it was a bad idea to show up to this damn party before even getting dressed up for it, and yet here you were in a cramped hallway just trying to find somewhere you could breathe and not inhale the scent of weed or beer. Your heels pained your poor feet as you took steps down the hall, lightly shoving drunken fools out of the way with quiet huffs before the sight of the backdoor to this damn house came into view.

You stumble through the crowded kitchen with a groan, stepping over half filled and spilled cups of all sorts of drinks before pushing the door open and taking a breath of fresh air. The cool air leaves goosebumps against your exposed arms and legs as you wrap your arms around your waist and sigh contently. It was quiet, as quiet as it was going to get with the muffled sounds of bass boosted songs playing inside of the house. You close your eyes and relax your shoulders, taking in each moment you had to yourself with a content smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

You don’t even notice anyone’s there until a chuckle rings out and your eyes shoot open at the sheer deepness of that voice.

“Enjoying yourself?” You turn to your side coming face to face with a hooded male, a really tall and well built male. A mask covering the lower half of his face as he gives you a teasing look. His hands rest in the pockets of his black jeans and he faces the woods ahead of you both. “Shouldn’t you be inside partying like the rest of ‘em?”

Where the hell did this guy come from?

You shake your head, your lips turning down into a small frown at the mere mention of joining in on that disaster occurring inside. “Not really, I don’t go to these sort of things that often.”

“You don’t say?” There’s a hint of playfulness in his tone as he raises a brow at you before shrugging. “Partying til you’re drunk out of your mind isn’t everyone’s type of thing.”

You hum in response, hands squeezing at your sides as nervousness bubbled in your stomach. You didn’t like this guy one bit, something about him was unnerving and you knew you didn’t want to be here too long or alone with some guy you didn’t know. Anxious thoughts about the worse situations happening if you stayed here longer flooded your mind but his voice is quick to pull you out of that hole.

“Wanna drink?” He suggests, hands coming out of his pockets as he folds them over his chest and leans agains the side of the house. He’s really fucking tall and practically looms over you even if he’s a few steps away and the way he’s looking at you is almost unsettling and makes you feel small under his gaze. “‘s not alcohol if that’s what you’re thinking,”

You gulp down your worry. Surely he wasn’t so bad right? You’re just anxious from being overwhelmed by so many things at once. He hasn’t even advanced onto you like a majority of the dickheads inside, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give the mysterious man with an attractive voice a chance, right?

You breathe out a small laugh, offering a nervous smile, “As long as it isn’t alcohol.”

He smirks but it’s hard to notice due to that mask being in the way. You wonder what he looks like under it, the dark lighting of the night isn’t much help at even seeing his eyes or dark hair that peeks out from under his white hood. Even the pale moonlight above doesn’t help you learn more about this man.

He steps inside after saying he’d be back and shortly afterwards he comes back out with two plastic cups in his hands, handing one to you that’s holding a transparent drink inside with a few ice cubes swirling in the liquid as the cup shifts in your hold.

“Water.” He says, gesturing towards the cup in your hand before taking a sip from his own cup.

You think about it for a moment, lips resting against the rim of the cup before you ultimately think ‘fuck it, it’s water.’ and take a sip. You’re greeted by the cold liquid that holds just about no taste to it. He didn’t lie about it, maybe you really are paranoid after all.

He’s watching you when you aren’t aware, cold eyes staring intensely at your face as you take generous sips from the red plastic cup in your hands. You’re warming up to him, he can tell by how much more comfortable you’re behaving now than when he first spoke to you. You’re so blind to his advances on you it’s laughable.

Your thoughts become a blur shortly after finishing the cup. When you finished it? You don’t remember, it’s so foggy all of a sudden as you lean against the wall for support while your knees buckle beneath you and your eyes fail to focus on anything around you.

What was happening right now? Where even are you?

“Aw, too strong?” A voice coos lowly by your ear, warm breath fanning over your face and you hear a chuckle ring out and echo into the woods in front of you as you struggle to stand against the wall. Who was talking to you? “Poor thing, can’t even think straight, can you?”

Strong arms grab you by the waist, your nose scrunching up as your brows furrow. Your small hands fail to push against whoever is grabbing you, an upset sound falling past your lips as your head lolls forward against the stranger’s chest. Another laugh greets your ears but it sends a chill down your spine at just how unhinged the sound is.

Your vision is almost cross eyed and everything seems so slow but fast at the same time. Struggling is pointless, your body feels so fucking tired you just want to sleep. Being pressed against rough bark on a tree pulls you out of your nearing unconsciousness though. When were you moved? Where is the house you were just at?

“Don’t pass out on me,” A voice speaks behind you, cold hands pulling your arms behind your back and keeping them there while one hand slips down to pull your hips back as you struggle to stand correctly. “haven’t even played with you yet.”

Large and cold hands grab at the fabric of the skirt you had on, flipping it up as the male stares right at your ass making you squirm uncomfortably yet still in that foggy haze.

Your face goes slack against the tree and your arms relax against his tight grip that’s sure to leave bruises but you’re too disoriented to say anything about the pain tingling where his hold stays.

His free hand slides over the round of your ass, squeezing wherever he chooses and likes before grabbing at the hem of your panties and beginning to tug them down with growing impatience. That’s when your eyes widen and your body stiffens while alarms go off in your head.

You pull away from him, his loosening grip on your arms growing tighter than before and it’s enough to have you reacting to the pain as a yelp leaves your throat and you try to pull away from him again. Your fingers balling into fists as you try to get out of his grip but he simply cackles maniacally at your attempts and it’s a sound you don’t want to hear ever again for the rest of your lifetime.

“Think you can run away now, sweetheart?” You recognize his voice now, the fucker that gave you the drink! He fucking drugged you! And just as quickly as you had felt that surge of energy it’s gone again and your mind slows down and you’re pulled back tight against his chest. Something cold rests against your throat now and it feels uncomfortable but you can’t form words only a small huff leaves you before you’re being pressed against the tree again with that object tight against your throat.

“If you move again, I won’t hesitate to cut that pretty throat open.” He hisses by your ear, the anger radiating off this man is terrifying now and if you were coherent you’d be begging for your life but you’re not so with half lidded eyes you turn your head and stare back at him as he hastily rips your underwear off your legs. A whine of protest bubbles in your throat but you don’t make a sound as he spreads your legs and makes sure you’re secure in his grip before pulling down the dark mask covering his lower face.

You wished he had kept it on before violating you.

You take back the thoughts of him being attractive under that mask, it was the only thing making him look attractive to begin with. The nasty scars adorning his cheeks make you feel nauseous and the crazed look he gives you is a silent warning. You swallow and feel that cold object against your throat again when it clicks.

He’s got a knife to your throat. He’s going to kill you after this.

Tears cloud your already unfocused vision as pain tears through your lower body up to your chest that tightens as you fight back a scream at the excruciating pain. He hadn’t even warmed you up to it? That was cruel but how could you think so logically about a guy that’s willing to drug you to get what he wants.

“Shit, you’re tight. Relax f’me, yeah?” He groans by your ear, leaning down to rest his forehead against your shoulder as he struggles to push his length into your tight and hot pussy. He should’ve slipped something else in that drink, it would’ve help way more than putting you on the brink of passing out.

His hand comes around to flick at your clit and that gets a sound from you that he likes to hear. No more uncomfortable noises or whines of protest. Only the soft sound of you warming up to his touch as your walls flutter around him struggling to accommodate to the intrusion of his thick cock.

“There you go, doll,” He breathes in your scent, intoxicating as he sighs and moves to stand back straight and stares down at where your needy cunt tightly sucks him in before thrusting forward hard leaving all his length to be stuffed completely inside you. “Wasn’t so hard, right?”

You whimper against the rough bark of the tree, fingers digging into the palms of your hand as the knife presses dangerously into your throat with each experimental thrust he does and you hate how it makes heat pool in your lower belly, how when his blunt head presses against your cervix it makes your mouth water and your knees buckle beneath you.

He builds up a pace, rough and almost too fast for you to keep up. A moan that you tried to swallow down slipping past your lips when he rubs against a gummy spot that has stars clouding your vision and tingles rolling down your body in waves.

“Right there? Is that your spot, doll?” He’s teasing, nudging the knife against your neck with a wide grin you can’t see before he’s ramming his dick into that spot only and it’s good he did it, the sounds that leave you repeatedly are addicting to listen to he can’t get enough of you.

“You’re best like this,” He releases the grip he had on your arms, enjoying the way he sees red marks against the poor skin as he grabs at your hip. “Just obediently taking my cock like the dirty whore you are.”

Your eyes roll back into your head as he pounds into your gummy walls, you can feel the sticky coat of your arousal smeared against your thighs and the base of his cock as you rock against the tree trying to muffle your loud whimpers and moans the best you could.

“You like that don’t you? When I call you a whore,” Your walls squeeze him tight and he laughs as he grabs your plush hip tighter. “Such a slut f’my cock, hm? Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

A mumble of what he can only assume is the closes thing to a needy ‘yes’ turns his grin into a smirk. Your velvety walls spasm around him and usually by this point he’s already cumming and killing off whatever is left of the poor drugged out victim, but the way your pussy has him in a trance keeps him from doing so to you and leaves him dragging this out longer than he would any other time.

“It’s like you were fucking made for me, doll.” He hisses out between gritted teeth. Something warm trickles down your neck with a sting and you realize his knife has dug into your skin, cutting it just enough to draw blood. You whimper at the intense wave of nausea overwhelming you as he digs his fingers into your soft skin and his cock drills into your soppy cunt.

“Fuck! haah, ‘s too much..” You slur, eyes dropping close as you let all your weight lean into the tree, too weak to hold yourself up and it feels like the world is spinning and churning just like your insides. His pace hurts and you swear you’re gonna bleed down there and be left raw soon if he doesn’t slow down but you’re choking on your own moans and can’t protest against him.

“Too much?” He echos, fake concern laced in his voice before he’s moving his blade from your throat finally seeing the fresh red color that’s staining the newly cleaned metal and he lets out a low growl as he wraps his hand around your throat and presses the knife to your arched back. “You’ll take what I give you, slut.”

The knife digs into your skin through the thin fabric of your shirt but it’s not enough to cause alarming pain, it’s merely a prick that occurs with each thrust into you.

His large hand around your throat squeezes tight enough to close off your airway completely, silent gasps for air leaving you as your trembling hands grab at his arm and wrist. Tears cling to your lash-line and your lungs scream at you to take a breath before he loosens his grip a few seconds afterwards. He lifts you back and forces your head to turn and face into a different direction with tears threatening to fall down your face.

“Look at ‘em,” He whispers by your ear, never stopping his thrusts and your eyes struggle to not roll back as you train your gaze on whatever was ahead, eventually seeing the blurry outline of a house in the distance.

The house that damn party was being hosted at.

Desperation clashes with the warm feeling of being stuffed full repeatedly in your stomach and tears freely roll down your cheeks at the sight of four people looking around for something or someone. You hope they’re looking for you, even though you don’t recognize them it makes your chest tighten at the sight of help being just out of your reach.

The male laughs above you, squeezing at your neck again as your hands still cling to his wrist more for support than to pull him away now.

“They’re lookin’ for you, a pretty little thing. You’ll never see them again, y’know.” He lets a sinister chuckle rumble through his chest and a growing knot in your lower belly begins to feel overwhelmingly tight.

“Gonna cum? Really?” He’s mocking, gripping your pretty throat just a little tighter. “You’re a whore, getting turned on by this.”

You whine out a choked protest that’s half a sobbing beg but you don’t know what you’re begging for at this point as your mind clouds over with just him and his thick length that rams into your sticky walls.

He releases your neck and reaches down to your puffy clit, rubbing rough circles onto the poor thing causing a half silent yelp to escape you. It’s so much, too much at once and you can feel his dick twitch inside of you.

“Gonna ruin this pussy, gonna fill you up and keep you full so everyone knows who you belong to,” His thrusts have grown a bit out of rhythm and he groans from above you, your hands grabbing at the tree in front of you for support as he uses you like a fucking fleshlight.

“Don’t cum over this, doll.” He laughs at the way your moans raise in pitch and how breathy you just got as he continues to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, your climax growing closer by the second and you want to stop him so you don’t reach climax but it’s just too good. You don’t want it to stop.

He leans down over your shoulder, breath fanning over the shell your ear, “If you fucking cum you’ll never make it out of here.” He whispers lowly, breathing ragged as his hips stutter. He’s close. “If you cum around my cock you’ll never see the light of day again, doll.”

You whisper out ‘no’s in protest, sobbing against the rough bark that irritates and pokes your skin. His threats scare the logical part of your brain that screams at you to start fighting back but the incoherent and aroused part of you is begging for more, more, more.

Your walls spasm and flutter as you cum, his hips stilling as warmth fills you up and he dumps his load into your cunt. A soft whine leaving your hoarse throat while he pants over your trembling form.

He was never going to let you go after this.

“Good little slut.” He pants, leaning back until he’s pulling out and staring down at the mess he left behind, his claim of your body. He smirks and slides two digits up and down your drooling slit as you bite the inside of your cheek over the sting of overstimulation. He pushes the mixture that leaked out back into your quivering hole with a satisfied hum before pulling your skirt back down and over your ass before fixing his jeans.

He grabs your arm and pulls you into his chest before lifting you up and over his shoulder with little to no effort. He grins wickedly to himself as his mind races with all the plans he has for a pretty little doll like you to keep all for himself. Until he gets bored at least.

The sight of the house grows farther as he walks deeper into the woods, you lift your head and you raise a shaky hand up reaching for the house and the very distant people still searching around the backyard.

“I told you, you’d never see them again.” Your head falls limp against his back and there’s no longer a sparkle in your eyes as you stare past the barely visible trees and accept your fate with one last tear that falls to the ground covered in leaves.

“You’re going to be such a good toy for me aren’t you, sweetheart.” He squeezes your thigh as the leaves crunch under his boots. “‘m Jeff by the way. Don’t bother telling me your name. I don’t care for it.”

#creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x y/n #creepypasta #jeff the killer #jeff the killer smut #creepypasta smut #cw noncon #cw choking #cw public sex #cw kidnapping #cw drugging #cw knifeplay

[2af-afterdark]

Human World Tour

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationship: Asmodeus/Main Character/Satan

Characters: Asmodeus, Satan, Main Character

Additional Tags: afam!mc (you/your), human realm, kissing, public sex, magic/spells, double penetration, threesome - m/m/f

Summary: You somehow convinced Diavolo to let you out into the human realm for a holiday. To make sure you stayed safe, he even offered to let you bring two of the brothers along on your little excursion.

Word Count: 4142

"Look, look, look." You excitedly chirp, pointing to the large structure slowly coming into view over the horizon, "It's the actual Eiffel Tower. Can you believe it?"

"Well, it is one of the most notable landmarks in the Western world. We were obligated to come see it." Satan, of course, had seen it dozens of times. Every time he got summoned by a human that lived in Paris or was even just visiting, he would run the chance of seeing it again. Especially because it was a good place to run into scorned lovers.

Not to say Satan was the only one that had seen it before. In fact, if any of the brothers had seen it more than him, it was definitely Asmodeus. The city of lights and love was always a destination that people would call out to him from, even though his wheelhouse was lust and not love. Most humans really weren't smart enough to understand the difference when they made deals with him.

Even so, neither of them was willing to rain on your parade. You weren't a several dozen millennia year old demon that got to see the world and its many different cultures throughout time, and they knew this was a new experience for you. Plus, they both had to admit that it was delightful to see how your face beamed at spending this time with them. They weren't going to ruin your first trip to Paris for you.

It didn't take much longer for the three of you to reach the base of the famed Eiffel Tower, where you saw a long line stretching from a ticket booth. You probably should have expected something like this, but it was still disappointing to see it.

"Well, I guess we should get in line..."

"Line?" Satan asks, "Why would we wait in line?"

"Because we need tickets to get in." You point to the very clear line with dozens and dozens of people in it.

"Darling, we're demons. We don't wait in lines for human attractions."

"Then how are we supposed to-"

Before you can finish the question, Satan is already chanting a spell. The words of which you recognize as a command that all people that see you should overlook your presence. As soon as he stops chanting, he looks to you and smiles, "There. We should be free to pass without anyone disturbing us now."

"What was that, exactly?" Not that you didn't trust Satan's magic, but you wanted to make sure you understood what just happened.

"It's a spell that makes others ignore you. And before you ask, it is not invisibility. It literally just makes people ignore you, no matter what you may do." He didn't want to say how that kind of spell would usually be used, but suffice it to say that many a mortal under contract had need for it.

The two of them showed you exactly how it worked by sneaking you to the front of the elevator line, where no one even seemed to react to you cutting. You insisted on taking the stair to be fair, but when they reminded you there were over 600 of them you bulked. Elevator it was! Even as the elevator showed up and you made your way inside, no on tried to move into the space you occupied. It was like they were aware something was there, but that none of them could see you. Asmodeus held onto you, keeping you close in the small space and guarding you zealously.

The first floor was transparent! It was actually pretty disorientating to see everyone walking underneath you, and you were suddenly grateful you had chosen pants for today's outing. There were also exhibits that you and Satan both geeked out over (mostly you though). When you tired of the first floor, they snuck you up to the second, but Satan chose not to join you and Asmodeus, claiming that there was something on the third floor he wanted to check out. You wondered why he couldn't wait for all of you to go up there, but you trusted him.

This time you could see the horizon of Paris and all the buildings surrounding you. Once again, there were people everywhere, but they continued to move around and avoid you. That was all fine. Your main concern was the telescopes that sat along the railing. You grabbed Asmo's hand, pointing them out and insisting that you both go look through them to see the city even better. He followed you with a smile, loving your excitement at the new experience.

You bend forward to take a look through the telescope, seeing the city far off in the distance. Everything looks so new to you and you can only stare in wonder. Asmo, on the other hand, is busy staring at the very familiar sight of your pants hugging the curves of your ass. It's so cruel that you are unaware of how tempting you look when you are bent over in front of him. No. You have to know, right. He's felt it for a while now, but your lust is growing slowly. As if to test the waters, he strokes his against your butt, giving it a squeeze as you play tourist.

You yip in surprise and give him a glare, "Really?"

He chuckles, "Just admiring the sights."

"Then find a telescope of your own." You say, but he can clearly feel that your arousal just spiked.

Encouraged by the feelings you won't admit to, he continues to rub you, exploring how nicely you curve and fit into his palm. You say nothing this time, secretly hoping that he will give you even more. There are people all around you, but no one seems to have any reaction to the sigh of him clearly feeling you up in public. Was the spell really that powerful?

He raises his hands and cups your face from behind, forcing you to look at him.

"Darling..." The lust in his eyes swirls as he leans in to kiss you, moaning into your mouth and forcing your own.

"Asmo... Not here, please." You croon, leaning back against him even as you protest. Please let him ignore your words.

"You're so beautiful." He whispers softly in your ear, his hands delicately tracing from your neck, down the buttons of your shirt, and stopping at the zipper of your pants, "Tell me you want me."

"We can't..." This was not the place for this. You should got somewhere private, somewhere you couldn't be interrupted, somewhere that...

Your thoughts are interrupted and you preen as you feel his cock press against you through both of your pants, pushing the fabric of your clothing against your growing need.

His deft fingers grab at your zipper to undo your pants, sliding his hand down into your panties as soon as he does. Those skilled fingers rub along your slit, teasing at your arousal. With a breath laugh he keeps whispering to you, "My darling shouldn't lie about her needs. I can't leave you like this." A single finger dips into your heat and pulls a gasp from your throat.

"It's because you've been teasing me this entire time."

"Then I should take responsibility for what I did." His teeth bite tenderly at your ear, and his other hand starts to work at opening the buttons on your shirt.

Against every ounce of logic telling you to put a stop to this, you feel yourself roll against Asmo's hand, trying to push more of him into you. Why was he only using one finger? You wanted to feel him stretch you out even more. He had to know how badly you wanted to feel him, given that he made it his business to learn everything that drove you crazy.

"You poor thing..." The voice that tickled your ear dripped with honey, "You need to say what you want, remember?" He would gladly tease you to the point of madness, but he would go no further than this without hearing you ask for it.

You shook your head, "Please don't make me..." How could he be so cruel to make you say something so shameless out loud? If you were in private, you would gladly do whatever it took to keep him going, but there were people all around.

"Hmmm. I see." As if to punish you, he draws back his finger, threatening to remove it completely from your wet, aching need. You whine as he does so, begging him not to take out any more than he already has. He kisses your temple, trying to put you at ease, "If you don't want this, I won't make you."

You shut your eyes and reach your own hand into your underwear, laying it on his and guiding him back into you, even prompting him to add the next finger you so desperately need.

You look up at him with the lust-filled eyes that he adores and finally utter the words he longs to hear, "I want you, Asmo. Please?"

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he starts to pump his fingers inside of you. You groan, lifting your arms to wrap them around the back of his neck to help hold yourself up against his assault.

"Such a good girl." His fingers spread, scissoring open your tight cunt, "Do you know how long I've had to hold back today? Every dirty thought that makes you drip makes it so much harder not to take you. What have you been thinking about that has you this wet for me already?" He wanted to hear every fantasy you had and bring them to life.

You bite your lip, focusing on how he scraps against your inner walls, "I was thinking about how we're in the city of love..."

"Hm?" For once he didn't see the connection.

"E-everyone thinks Paris is so- fuck- romantic ." You struggle to speak as he pushes a third finger into you, "I couldn't help but think of being pulled off to the side and fucked until I couldn't waaaaa-" You find you can't even finish that last word as his thumb starts to rub your clit while his fingers keep pumping you.

"Why would I pull you off to the side when I can show you the view here?" It was, after all, the view that made couples fall in love all over again, "When we're done you won't be able to think of Paris without touching yourself."

You shudder, "Stop teasing me." You could feel your own slick on your inner thighs so you knew your lust had to be screaming at him, "I want you. Now."

He shook his head, "I wasn't the only one you invited here, Darling. Don't you have someone else you want to say all those dirty things to?" He was not only the most open of the brothers when it came to sharing his time with you, but he enjoyed it. The very thought of leaving one of your beloved boyfriends out of this was something he wouldn't entertain.

"Satan wouldn't want-"

"Satan wouldn't want to miss seeing you like this." He finishes for you. His mouth lavishes kisses along your neck, sucking at the flesh to leave little hickeys as he went, "Don't you want to be filled completely." The whine you give him in response is all he needs to hear. So needy, so desperate, so wanting, "Then call him here so you can show him how badly you need us."

You desperately try not to whine again, wanting Asmo to just keep going and give you the release he is so cruelly building up in you. He isn't easily swayed by your pleas like his brother are though. He loves you and wants to satisfy you, but he is also the most willing to watch you struggle and beg him for more and more until you can only mutter obscenities. If you want him to give you anymore, you will have to do as he says.

You try to focus on your pact with the avatar of wrath so he knows you need him, "S-Satan?" The name falls off of your lips in a squeak as Asmo shows his approval by removing his finger from inside of you and wiggling your pants down your legs, quickly followed by the thin lace panties you had worn for today.

He looks at them and the visible wet patch that as formed in the fabric longingly, "It looks like someone expected this?" Why else would you wear something so tempting?

It would be a lie to say you didn't want to do something with your boyfriends in the literal city of love, but you hadn't been expecting it to be so public (even if no one could see you right now). Then again, you had literally just confessed to wanting to be pulled aside and taken advantage off, so how was this any different? Actually, this was probably exactly wha-

"Nugh." You are snapped out of your thoughts as you feel something hard rub against your slick folds, teasing you with the promise of something more that doesn't come. You hurridly reach your hands down to try and push the cock tormenting you inside and finally feel some kind of relief, but Asmo quickly grabs your wrists to stop you.

"Not yet, Darling." He kisses your temple and slowly, agonizingly slowly continues to taunt you by rubbing against you with no sign of giving you what you want.

"Really?" You almost miss the familiar voice through the cloud of lust and need taking over your brain, "You two couldn't wait until later?"

Asmo laughs lightly as he looks back at his brother who has finally gotten up you you, "She was too cute to leave alone." He pulls back, pushing the tip of his cock against you and pushes it in, promising to finally fuck you like you so badly want, "Now that Satan is here, Darling, you should tell him what you want."

You feel a shiver run up your spine. You wish you could see the look on his face right now. Did he look excited to see you this way? Maybe he was aroused like you were? He wouldn't be disgusted, would he? No matter what he may be feeling, you have to do as Asmo says, "I want both of your cocks in me. Please? I can't wait any longer." You tried to speak clearly, even as it was getting harder.

As soon as the words are out of your mouth, you feel Asmo slam himself up into you, bottoming out in a single motion. The action rips a scream of pleasure from you as heat spreads out from your core, "Thank you." Is all you can say as he finally stops teasing you with what you needed.

"Of course, Darling. You're so pretty when you look like this." He releases your wrists and places his hands against your hip, helping you roll along his length, even as you stand on shaky legs, "Don't you think so too, Satan?"

He sighs at the both of you. He doesn't know why he expected a normal date, especially when you two were left alone together for any amount of time. One of you was always likely to convince the other to start having sex, although he had hoped it could wait until a little later. Unlike you two, Satan wasn't fond of the idea of spending his entire day in a state perpetual horniness. Although, seeing how you trembled and moaned as Asmodeus fucked you made him reconsider his stance on that opinion.

With a sigh, he walked over to the two of you, taking in just how far gone you really were. He stared into your clearly unfocused eyes and basked in the sound of the little noises you were forced to make. Giving into his desire to push you even further, he reached his hands up and laid them against your breasts. With a slight bit of sadism, he pinched and twisted your nipples between his fingers, making those small noise into gasps.

"Noooo." You beg, "N- ugh- not that."

A twisted smirk works across his face, "Oh? Then what should I do?"

"Inside. Want you inside." Your sentences are slowly becoming more simple as you feel Asmo scrap along your walls, clenching around his length and try desperately to keep him inside of you.

Satan looks at his brother, "Should I even ask?"

With a smile, he holds up four fingers and thrusts up into you again, causing your toes to curl in your shoes. He enjoys the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, greedily holding onto his cock and begging him for even more, but he doesn't mind sharing the feeling with his brother if it will result in something even more fun. He pulls out of you slowly, leaving only the tips of his cock inside of you, wanting to thrust back up as you whimper in need for him, but holding himself back.

"We really did have to fall for someone like this, didn't we?" He says, reaching down to open his own pants and free his hardening cock, a bead of precum already forming at his tip.

Satan presses himself against your womanhood, the tip of his cock spreading you open along with Asmo's.

Your eyes widen as you realize what the two of them are planning, "Wait. I can't-"

"Shhh." Asmo whispers in your ear and strokes your hair, "You said you wanted us both. We're giving you what you asked for. We'll go nice and slow for you." As he said that, they both started to slowly push up into you, stretching you open slowly and causing you to feel painfully full.

"Nghn," is the only sound you can make as they both stop and pull out, then push in again to slowly help you accommodate to both of them. You pant quickly, trying to breath as you adjust to them both, "'s too much."

"You're doing so well, Darling. Just a little more." Asmo coos, encouraging you as his hands softly massages your sides to try and help you relax.

"We know you can take us both." Satan, on the other hand, roughly continues to pinch and pull at your nipples, "This is what you wanted, after all."

The two of them are very different lovers. Asmo is always sweet to you, making sure you go at a pace that is comfortable for you. Satan is much more rough. He will tease and gently hurt you to try and conflate your arousal from pleasure and your arousal from pain. However, when the two of them work together it is overpowering. The constant switch between kindness and gentle brutality is enough to leave your brain reeling. The only thing you can count on is for your body to just give into them and let them lead you to your release.

Soon, the two of them are able to bury themselves inside of you completely and you feel how tense your core is from being filled by them. You babble something incoherent as you feel your muscles give out and you bend forward to find support against Satan.

He chuckles darkly, continuing to toy with your body how he wishes, "See? You can handle us both."

"Mhm. She's so good." Asmo bends forward so he can lay a series of kisses at the crook of your neck, "Our good girl. So nice and tight for us, even as she opens up to take us both," his voice is breathy as he whispers into your ear, "So perfect."

"How do you think everyone would react if I removed the spell?" Satan ponders, clearly trying and succeeding to get a rise out of you, "Then everyone around could see just how well you take both of our cocks."

"Oh? You mean we could share the sight of her pretty face with everybody?" Asmo loved the idea of showing off his favorite human, especially if he got to show you off in your current state. Of course, he would never actually do it without you wanting him to.

"Nagh. Stop picking ooooon me." You beg through struggled breaths, "Please s-stop. I rea- fuck! There!" You want to protest their words more, but all you can feel is how both of them take turns thrusting against your sweet spot, not giving you the chance to breath and relax between each moment. In your mind, you can't even tell the two of them apart anymore. All you can tell is that they are both stirring up your insides and forcing you to feel an unyielding pleasure that brings you closer and closer to your release.

"Where do you mean? Here?" Asmodeus kisses your neck more and delicately bites at your earlobe.

"Or maybe here?" Satan pinches you again, which turns your moans into aroused screams.

"N-no." You hate them both. They know what you want. They're just picking on you now, "My cunt. 's too muuuu-" One of them is now reaching down and violently rubbing your swollen, sensitive clit. Their fingers push against it and you want to collapse from how many nerves are firing simultaneously inside of you.

"We haven't shown you everything yet." Satan warns.

"We'll do that later when we have you on the bed, begging for mercy." Asmo finishes for him.

You don't answer them, only feeling as the heat in your core finally overflows and you shudder between the two of them, letting your orgasm finally overtake you. Your stretched walls clench around them and they both hum in approval knowing you have reached your peak. The haze in your mind only grows with your release, still building as the two of them keep going to seek their own finish from you.

"Darling, I'm going to cum." Asmo moans against you, his voice sounding like he is finally ready to break, "Can I? Inside?"

You barely understand the question, but you still find yourself nodding with a little, "Mm."

As soon as you give him that freedom, you feel a rush of cum flood your aching, spent cunt. He gives one last thrust before pulling himself out and showering your shoulders in kisses, "Darling. Sweetheart. You're so good. So perfect." He was always so sweet after sex, even when he had to share with someone else, "Just a little more. Satan will give you what you want soon." He places his hand under your chin to turn your head so he can presses his lips against yours, intertwining your tongues together.

"If she wants it, she knows how to ask." Satan clarifies, even as he can feel that he will soon reach his own peak. But this is Satan. He's one of the brothers that wants you to beg for it.

Asmo pulls away and you want to whine for him to come back. He gives you a small smile, "Go on, Darling. Tell him what you want."

You can't focus your sight properly, but you think you are looking up and him. You wrap your arms up around where you think his neck is and open you mouth and with some difficulty say, "Satan. Need you to fill me."

As if acquiescing to your plea, his cock twitches and a stream of hot cum fill you once again. Satan rolls his hips up into you a few more times before slipping out. A small dribble of white rolls down your thighs now that there is nothing inside of you and you can feel how desperately your legs are trying, and failing, to hold you up. One of them is supporting the entirety of your weight at this point; probably Satan.

Satan runs a hand through your hair while Asmo takes his time to rub between your legs and clean you up enough to keep you comfortable. As he does so, you whine and whimper with each stroke against your overly sensitive folds and each bumps against your clit. When you are clean enough, they help you put your clothing back on and Satan scoops you up into his arms.

"You really should learn about time and place." He sighs at your poor choice, even though he had to admit he enjoyed it.

Asmo just laughs, "If you don't like it, I'll keep her all to myself next time~"

You nuzzle against the fourth-born's chest, still feeling bliss from the both of them, "No fighting." It was still only the first day of your holiday. If this was what Paris had to offer in such a short time, you were looking forward to seeing what the next few days would bring.

#2af writes #obey me smut #asmodeus smut #satan smut #afab fic #cw vaginal penetration #cw multiple partners #cw public sex

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𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚊 - 𝙰𝙱𝙾 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚝

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft Unknown Omega/First Heat, stepcest, claiming|mating + Daddy Kink, fingering, belly bulge, creampie, knotting, breeding

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own BNHA or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: includes stepparent-stepchild stepcest and large age gap(R: early 20s, A: late 40s-early 50s)

WC: 4,375

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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“Daddy! Can you drive me to the mall? I gotta get my phone fixed!” You called down the stairs to your stepfather. While you had your license, you didn’t have your own car and your stepdad’s was the only car you could use, though never without his permission.

“Sure thing, sweetheart! Just meet me in the car when you’re ready to go?” You heard his deep voice call back up to you. His deep, gravelly voice had an odd effect on you today. You had always known his voice was hot, though you tried to not let your mind wander too much. Today, though, it sent a shiver down your spine and just about made you weak in the knees. Literally. You felt your knees almost buckle below you.

“What the..” You muttered but just shrugged it off as your mind still being a little hazy from sleep. So you continued to slide on your clothes and pack your messenger bag.

“You almost ready, princess?” As you heard his voice again, the same shiver shot down your spine and a warmth planted itself in your lower belly. Now chalking it up to simply being hungry, you just grabbed your bag and threw the strap over your shoulder.

“Coming, daddy!” You heard the door close though it didn’t latch and you jogged down the stairs to meet your stepdad at his truck.

“Morning, princess. What’s wrong with your phone?” He asked when you climbed into the passenger seat.

You looked over at him and noticed his long black hair was tied back in a loose bun that hung low on the back of his head and his stubble was growing back from when he’d had to shave it for a meeting with the school board of the High School where he works. He wore a tight-fitting long sleeve black shirt and simple dark blue jeans with his normal black boots. His normally tired eyes didn’t quite seem tired but they were still lidded in an easy manner.

“I have no clue when it happened but the screen is entirely cracked and it looks like someone ran over it with at least a dirt bike..” You grumbled, twisting to pull your seatbelt across your body, leaving a hint that your stepbrother might have been responsible, though your stepdad seemed to gloss over it. He probably chalked it up to your constant butting heads with his son.

“Huh, well, hopefully, they can fix it quickly, it’ll be bad if no one can reach you if you go out on your own.” The rumble of the engine shook the truck and he started on his way to the super-mall in town since that was the closest place with a cell phone shop.

“While we’re there do you wanna get some food? I’m starving!” You announced with a slight laugh, seeing an amused smile playing on the Alpha’s features as he shook his head at your dramatics.

“Sure, princess, we can get some food. You okay with the stuff they got in the food court or do you wanna check anywhere else out?” He asked glancing for half a second at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Hmm.. Well, I’ll probably have to leave it with them to see if they can salvage it, or at least my data, so we should probably stick close.” You reasoned, thinking of places in the mall with any good food.

“Good thinking, we’ll get there and see where our bellies take us.” He chuckled, patting his hand down on your thigh which made you laugh more with his sentence. He fully turned to look at you with his amused smile when he finally parked at the mall, which you hadn’t realized you’d arrived at.

Having been so caught up in conversation, you hadn’t realized that you felt really warm and a haze starting to infect your mind. As you moved to leave the car, you felt an uncomfortable throb in your nether regions. Pushing it to the side in favor of getting your phone fixed, you trudged forward with the tall black haired man into the mall.

“You feeling okay, sweetheart? You look a little red.” Said man asked, lifting his hand to rest it on the side of your neck opposite him, slightly wrapping his arm around you. The touch on your scent gland felt better than you ever could have imagined and your instincts all but screamed at you to curl into his body, but you resisted any and all reaction.

“Y-yea.. Maybe it’s just the summer heat catching up to me, I guess I might have put on one too many layers,” You reasoned, forgetting that you only wore one layer over your underwear, as just a tank top and leggings.

“Hmm.. Okay, but if you start feeling off you tell me, alright? I’ll drive you home and come back to grab your phone if I need to.” He kept his arm around your shoulders, though he removed his hand from your neck. The loss of contact made you inexplicably want to whine. ‘It’s probably just because I’m feeling weird so I want the comfort or something..’

“‘Kay, thanks, Daddy.” You slightly leaned into him with a content breath and he just wrapped his arm further around you as you both walked through the bustling hallways. Finally reaching the cell phone shop, you were glad you didn’t have to wait too long to reach the desk.

“How can I help you- Oh! Aizawa Sensei! What are you doing here?” The green-haired Beta teen behind the desk greeted the black-haired Alpha.

“Midoriya,” Your stepdad greeted back with a slight nod, “I’m here with my stepdaughter, her phone is busted so we need to get it fixed.” He simply explained, vaguely gesturing to you with a glance, you still being tucked into his side and still looking slightly flushed.

“Oh, hello! Are you feeling alright?” The Beta, Midoriya as it seems, asked with worry upon seeing you flushed and leaning into your stepdad.

“Mhm, fine, thank you, just a little off today,” You offered with a smile which seemed to appease the boy.

“Well, alright then! What seems to be the problem?” He offered a smile of his own in return.

“You tell me,” You chuckled, fishing your phone out of your bag as you moved to stand on your own away from the comfort of your Alpha stepdad’s side. You placed your phone on the counter and badly concealed a laugh at the way the green-haired boy’s equally green eyes nearly bulged at the sight.

“W-What happened??”

“Not sure. I left it on the kitchen counter to make dinner and I couldn’t find it for an hour or so afterwards and suddenly it appeared like that in my room. I personally suspect my stepbrother..” You muttered at the end, earning another chuckle from the man beside you.

“I think you’re just looking for an excuse to blame him for something, sweetheart.”He teased, setting his hand on your shoulder as he sent another amused grin at you as he eyed you out the corner of his eye, making you ‘Hmph’.

“Well, I’ll have to check with the Techies if this can even be salvaged, and if not we’ll do whatever we can to retrieve your data. Either way, it’ll be a while so if you just want to stick around the mall until it’s ready, that’ll probably be best. Aizawa Sensei, we can let you know when it’s ready since the time can vary by whichever process is needed. Either way, I’ll get you guys a discount.” He lowered his voice with a mischievous smile and a playful wink.

“Thank you so much! You are a lifesaver! If I don’t have my phone I’ll pretty much be confined to the house without a chaperone,” You chuckled.

“Thank you, Midoriya. We’ll stick around near here until then.” Your stepdad said, giving a small nod of appreciation. After leaving your phone in the care of his student, the Alpha lead you out of the shop and started walking in the direction of the food court.

“You still hungry, princess?” He leaned down to speak into your ear from how loud the corridor was with the people yelling speaking loudly to each other. The closeness and feeling of his breath on your ear and neck sent a shiver wracking through your body and your knees weakened leading to you falling into his embrace, though it could easily be passed off as simply leaning back into him.

“Uhm.. A-a bit, yea..” You said, moving to lead him to the restaurant stations before he could question your stutter.

Once you arrived you were then even more flushed and you felt heat rising in every part of you, between your legs throbbing even more with a sort of cramping fire in your lower belly. You were panting and the haze in your mind had even more of a hold on you now. As you entered the dining area you could feel all the sensations overwhelming you.

“Daddy..” You whined, entirely falling into him for support as your legs couldn’t keep you up any longer.

“Y/n…” The Alpha muttered out your name, his arms wrapped around your back, keeping you up. His voice was huskier and thicker and when you brought your head up to look at him, you saw his pupils were blown and his nostrils were slightly flared.

“Daddy… It.. It hurts…” The heat was overtaking your body and the throbbing between your legs was verging on painful, your lower belly feeling just about on fire and an ache building inside that your instincts knew the solution to. It was your instincts that told you that that ache you felt was from the emptiness you were so hyper-aware of.

“D-Daddy… Please.. Make it stop.. Make the heat go away.. Please… Alpha..” As soon as his denomination left your lips he had your neck craned up, cradling the back of your head, his lips locked with yours. Your mouths moved clumsily against each other, teeth bumping and saliva leaking down your chins as your tongues tangled wetly. Your pheromones leaked out in droves and made every Alpha in the area turn and look.

‘Unclaimed Omega! Just presented!’ All of their instincts practically screamed at them. When they turned and saw an Alpha already ravaging you, their jealousy and competitiveness flared. A few started moving towards where your stepdad had hoisted you onto a table and started ripping your tank top off your body.

The second that your Alpha stepfather noticed other Alphas encroaching on his Omega- stepdaughter- he turned and planted his hands on either side of you. His hands, were far enough behind you to shield you from the Alphas trying to sneak a peak. He then let out the most vicious, possessive growl you’d ever heard from him and it sent another shockwave of need through you.

“A-Alpha..!” You let out a whiny moan, catching his attention once again. He dipped back in, making quick work of shredding the rest of your top, and started laving his tongue over your scent gland. His mouth pressed against your Claim Site made slick pool in your underwear and your need to submit grew even stronger. Suddenly, he stopped. He pulled away from your neck and clenched his teeth.

“Fuck… Can’t claim you… Fuck, I’m so sorry, princess.. I’ll make it stop hurting.. but.. I can’t claim you. No matter how fuckin’ much I fuckin’ want to, princess..” He muttered in your ear. You didn’t entirely know what exactly he was talking about but you knew it made you whine and let out a whimper. “Shh, it’s okay, princess. I’ll make you feel good, okay? That sound good, Omega?” At the sound of the title, it’s like something snapped in you and you didn’t let yourself wallow in the confusing distress his proclamation caused and only focussed on trying to get his clothes off, or at least enough that you could reach your end goal.

“Alpha.. Alpha, please.. Need.. Need a…” You tried to beg but you didn’t even know what you were begging for. Your stepfather assisted in your messy rush to get his pants open with one hand while the other lifted your chin to press another sloppy kiss to your already swollen lips.

“Need a knot, princess, ‘n’ I’m gonna give you one. Promise.” He growled out against your lips in his sultry voice.

“Yes!” Your instincts cried out that that was exactly what you needed, ecstatic that your Alpha was going to give it to you.

“Just hang on a second, ‘Mega, ‘kay?” He asked, trying desperately to stay calm and not lose his head. He knew that the second he gave into his instincts fully he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from claiming you. You, his little stepdaughter who still calls him Daddy, even though you’re already 19. 19, and only now presenting, as an Omega, at that, 3 years late which led to the assumption you were a Beta. Oh, how wrong they all were.

He deftly hooked his fingers in the waistband of your leggings and shimmied them down enough to hook into your panties as well. Quietly instructing you to lift your hips as much as you could, he slid your leggings down to bunch around your knees. The scent of your slick grabbed the attention of everyone around, not just the Alphas, drawing in Betas, too. The power of a freshly presented Omega surely was a dangerous one.

“Fuck, princess… You’re drawing everyone’s attention..” Your stepdad growled out in a sort of prideful possessiveness like he was glad that everyone was not only watching but desperately wishing they could take his place, “They can all smell your slick..” He smirked as he bit his lip when he dragged his fingers through your lower lips. The feeling on your oversensitive cunt had you throwing your head back and letting out a loud keen.

“D-daddy..!” You moaned loudly when he dipped two fingers in, both going in easily with extra space left over. Taking advantage of that, he slid a third finger in to join them, adding to your pleasure, finally feeling a stretch.

“Fuck…” You heard one of the bystanders moan lowly, making you look around and notice all the people watching with varying mixtures of lust, jealousy, and fluster.

“Ahh.. Daddy.. They’re.. they’re watching..” You got out with a moan, though you were far from dissuaded by the audience.

“They are, ‘Mega. They’re all watching you. You’re so fucking gorgeous they can’t take their eyes off you..” Your stepdad told you, spreading his fingers and giving you an even more delicious stretch.

“Please! Alpha! Please! Need you.. Need your knot!” You begged loudly, purposely glancing around and watching the reactions of all the other Alphas around you. All their eyes were firmly on you, some of them had even pulled their own cocks out and began stroking them.

“Of course, princess..” Your Alpha promised, leaning in once again and pressed his lips to yours, “Whatever my Omega wants..” He let out a husky growl into your open and panting mouth as he reached to lift your legs to align with his torso in parallel.

Then, finally, you felt what you had been needing for what felt like forever. You felt his cock pressing against your awaiting hole, trying to press in, to fully breach you.

One gutsy Alpha from the crowd decided he’d had enough watching and wanted to shove his knot inside of you if your stepfather was going to take so long. He stepped forward and let out arrogant and dominating pheromones to hopefully make the black-haired man step aside and simply allow him to dominate you instead.

The moment your Alpha smelt the other Alpha approaching and sensed his intent, he did 2 things simultaneously that made you tense up in an immediate orgasm.

He whipped his head around and let out a growl so possessive and protective and downright threatening. The other Alpha not only backed off but immediately submitted and bowed his head, his arrogance having entirely evaporated.

At the same time, he slammed his hips forward and bottomed out in one thrust. You felt the tip of his cock immediately make contact with your cervix and it only confirmed what your instincts had been latently screaming. He is the perfect Alpha, he fills you perfectly and it’s as if he was always meant to be there, situated inside you, filling you wholly.

The growl he let out shook through his entire body and in turn, it reverberated inside you as well. You felt the vibrations against your clenching walls and you even felt it where his pelvis was pressed flush against the backs of your thighs. The neatly trimmed hair at the base of his dick pressed right against your clit.

“F-fuuucckk-!” You nearly screamed at the instant feeling of fullness. Your stepfather’s hands gripped tightly against your legs, still up and flush to his chest, forcing himself to keep his hips still to let you adjust to the size. He hadn’t given you time to accommodate him as he went in so he worried he would only harm you if he started right away.

“P-please!! D-Daddy-! Move! Move! Please!” You could only beg for what wholly occupied your hazy mind, only knowing your need to be thoroughly filled and bred. That was all he needed to hear as he leaned forward, just slightly, enough to let your knees fold over his shoulder.

Giving you a silent warning with his eyes, he started moving his hips, pulling out until only the tip was left. From there, he immediately began a rough pace. The table he had lifted you into, which you vaguely noted at some point was bolted to the floor, began to shake with the force of his thrusts. His left forearm wrapped tighter around both of your thighs as his other hand snapped to grip your waist in a way that felt like it was divined.

“Fuck, Omega.. Fuck, princess.. You feel so fucking good,” his stubble scratched pleasantly at the flesh of your thigh as he spoke, nipping them every once in a while, “so fucking perfect, ‘Mega..” His words began to slur as he lost himself to the feeling of your cunt gripping down on him like a vice.

“Alpha.. Alpha!! Need.. need your cum, please! Fuck, Alpha, please!!!” You simply shouted out what your Omega was telling you, not even knowing if you were getting any coherent words out at all, though that didn’t matter to you. Not to you, not to the raven-haired Alpha plowing into you, not to any of the bystanders enjoying the show.

With your head thrown back in pleasure from the delicious scrape of your stepdad’s cock against your walls, you could faintly gather that a couple of Alphas had paired with the watching Betas. They plowed into them at the same rhythm you felt your hips clashing with your stepdad’s. It seemed at least one had even already knotted and was simply humping in tandem.

Many other cocks were visible as well, being fucked into fists or simply teased, some were buried in the throats of Betas and the few other Omegas alike. You almost felt envious of the Omegas getting to choke on a cock, your mouth feeling empty for a split second before a loud cry of pleasure was ripped from your throat.

Your stepdad had used his Alpha Claws to shred your leggings right down the middle and, almost simultaneously, pressed your knees to your chest. He leaned forward even more, adding a slight burn to the backs of your thighs, though you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your knees were now thrown over both shoulders as he relentlessly pounded into you, hitting all new spots from the new angle.

You could feel his cock head drag over your g-spot before it rammed into your cervix, again and again, as if it were demanding entry for itself. Your lewd moans and the wet slapping of skin against skin, along with the loud squelch of your cunt, still gushing slick were reverberating around the entire dining area. You wouldn’t be surprised if the sounds reach all the way back to the Cell Phone Shop.

Soon enough, you felt the beginning of his knot forming and catching on your hole the more it inflated. The feeling of it pushing its way into your sopping hole, again and again, was going to drive you insane. After a few more thrusts and the recognition that his knot was nearing full, your Alpha stepfather shallowed his thrusts just enough to only leave his knot out until he reached full capacity.

His thrusts stayed fast but eased up on their force, making you let out an instinctive whine. You needed to be filled. Filled to the brim! No shallow thrusts! No soft thrusts! You needed a knot!

Luckily, it seemed your prayers were answered almost immediately as his knot reached full inflation and after only a couple more thrusts, he rocketed his hips into yours and shoved his knot inside you. The stretch of his large knot made you cry out in ecstasy from the sting of it forcing its way inside you. Finally. Finally! You had the knot inside you that you so desperately needed.

Mere moments after his knot was fully settled inside you, you felt his hot cum shoot out inside you and fill you to the brim. It was only then that you had been able to notice that his cock alone had managed to cause a bulge in your belly from how deep it reached and the bulge only seemed to grow with how much seed he was implanting in you. In your womb.

Faintly, as if from far away, you heard most of the audience you had wracked up reach their own ends, some inside of someone, others into their hands.

“Alpha..” You breathed contently, letting out a sigh of relief at finally being filled with both knot and seed, and at the ache being released from your legs as he moved to let them rest comfortably beside his hips. You looked down and gently placed a hand, aching from how hard you had been gripping the edges of the table,(though you don’t remember doing so) over the swell of your stomach, smiling weakly at the warmth it emanated.

“Princess…” Your Alpha responded, lifting his hand to place it over yours, “Do you feel that, ‘Mega? That’s where you’ll be carrying our pups. I’ll keep you full with my cum for your entire heat and make sure… Make sure that you’re carrying my pups.” You looked up and met his onyx eyes, his hair loose from his low bun and falling in his face, making him look like a being of pure beauty and sex sculpted by the Gods themselves. He had a lazy yet confident grin on his lips, a mixture of yours and his saliva making them glisten, the faintest hint of his Alpha Fangs showing.

He looked like the perfect vision of an Alpha. The perfect vision of Your Alpha. He may not be able to claim you, but you wouldn’t let that stop you from declaring yourself as his. You would proudly carry his pups and submit to his every desire like the perfect little Omega for him.

Your Alpha leaned down and kissed you again, though this time it was slow and sensual and loving rather than the fast and wet, fiery passion it had been before.

“Love you, princess. So fucking much..” He panted against your lips, pressing another chaste peck before resting his forearms beside my head to keep himself up.

“Love you, too.. Daddy..” Your voice was slurred with fatigue, both from the exertion of being perfectly bred and from the pure exhaustion your first heat had shot through you.

You didn’t know when, but you slightly stirred awake from when you had, apparently, passed out, at the sound of a low growl. You were still mostly asleep so you couldn’t comprehend much, but you could tell you were now being held against your stepdad’s chest as he sat in what seemed to be a booth. You vaguely recognized that he had growled at an Alpha who had gotten just barely too close to you both.

The protectiveness lulled you back into a comfortable sleep against his chest, happily breathing in his pheromones. You hadn’t been able to even realize if you could smell his pheromones earlier, your mind too occupied by the physical sensations you were receiving.

When you awoke again, you were situated in his truck, buckled up as he pulled out of the parking lot. You realized you were in his shirt and some new pants that seemed to have been bought just earlier. You felt an ache in your hips and between your legs, one you knew you wouldn’t trade for the world. Tiredly, you dragged your hand to rest over your lower belly once again.

“You finally awake, princess?” Your stepfather’s husky voice asked, seeming more than content. Looking over you found him shirtless and smiling at you as he waited for the light to change. You gave a nod with a matching grin, singing contently.

“Yea.. I’m finally awake..” You spoke, voice hoarse from your loud moans and cries, though you couldn’t be happier.

“I’m awake..” Your Omega purred happily, the sound emanating from you, too, filling the truck with the sound of a happy, filled, and bred Omega.

You could feel the heat calming in your body, leaving you with an exhausted form feeling aches all over and a feeling inside you that you couldn’t pinpoint. All you knew was that your Omega was completely and wholly content and happy. You felt inexplicable giddiness and ecstatics, like everything had gone according to some grand plan.

You couldn’t seem to bring your hand away from your belly, feeling like you were meant to hold it. To cradle it.

‘Who knows? I’ll just have to figure out these instincts as I go.. Maybe it’s an Omega thing.’

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