Summary: Dante finds himself out on the town from sheer boredom. Cases were quiet on the demon side of things, so why not spend some time around the humans. He’d been around all kinds of creatures over the years and no one piqued his interest. Dante thought he’d have a drink and flirt a little, but he never expected to finally find his mate.
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Pairing: Alpha Dante x Plus Size Omega Reader
Warnings: NSFW 18+ Only, A/B/O Dynamics, demon x human, breeding, knotting, biting, possessiveness, mating, claiming, etc. (More will be added when the full story is posted.)
A/N: This is a work in progress and I’m not sure when it’ll be finished, but I hope you enjoy what’s done so far.
Rookie Mistake. Prohero!Bakugo x Female!Chubby!Reader
CW: rough sex, office sex, public sex, female reader, penetration, breeding, unprotected sex, drool, neck holding, face holding, overstimulation, multiple orgasms mentioned, angry sex (bakugo is the only one pissed off), implied older bakugo and younger readers but age is never defined, dumbification, orgasm denial, creampie, there's probably more I'm missing but I can't remember them all like.
Note: not proofread, this just came to me, don't like don't read, minors dni
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"Maybe this will teach you to mind your superior," a low growl of a voice said directly next to your ear. He was angry. Very angry. The harsh and fast fap fap fap from his hips slamming into yours reminded you of just how pissed off he was. The sting brought tears to your eyes. Your hoarse moans and cries echoed in the room. "Fucking bitch."
You'd simply said the wrong thing at the wrong time. That was how you ended up in such a situation; bent over your boss's desk, his fat cock battering your sore, puffy pussy, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck. He'd had a bad day. The worst day as far as he was concerned. And your little smart ass remark tipped him over the edge. That was all it had taken.
Bakugo Katsuki was your boss. You had not been working for him for long, but long enough to make some kind of impression. He didn't hate you, but he wasn't about to make you employee of the month. You were just a little hero starting out, only in the game for a year and you transferred to his agency for whatever reason. He didn't care, so long as you pulled your weight and showed your worth.
His powerful thrusts were wrecking your brain. Coherent thought had been vanquished as far as your mind was concerned. Your sensitive cunt was taking a beating and all you could do was revel in it. You held onto his desk as best you could, but soon even that was ripped away from you as he hoisted you up. One hand came to your jaw, the other supported your lower belly. His hips never faltered.
He turned your face to his forcefully, nostrils flaring and face red. "You learned your place yet?"
You tried to nod, but his hold was ironclad. You whined and wiggled under his intense stare. He smirked, watching your eyes nearly cross as you almost came, but he slowed to a halt. Tears a drool coated your cheeks and chin and you cried more at the stop. "I have! I swear, I've learned!"
He chuckled darkly, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and a mean look under his lashes. He made you look at him with your back pressed to his chest, your hero suits soaked with sweat and cum. You were hot and sticky and made into a complete mess. You whimpered a little plea for him to make you cum again, and he loved to hear you beg.
You hadn't thought he'd make you cum so much when he all but torn your clothes off for this. You had lost count. Your inner thighs were wet and sticky, cum coated in your mixed arousal. His desk was similarly soaked. Everything on it would have to be replaced, hell maybe the entire thing would have to go.
He sat there, seated in you, and made you feel the fullness of being stuffed full of cum and cock. It twitched and you clenched, you cried and he stood there. His deep, panting breaths fanned your face and you feared to close your eyes despite how tired you'd become. Then he finally spoke again.
"You make a better cocksleeve than a hero," he spat out. You didn't get a chance to respond before he started driving into you once more. You cried out and tried to find something to grip onto. His hand left your belly to slap your clit, then returned to its place. "Answer me!"
"Yes, sir!" you moaned. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, pleasure derived from the pain, and overstimulation. You repeated in a meek mutter, "cocksleeve."
"You should just quit and become my little cumdump," he said. He let go of your face and you found it hard to hold up your head. It fell, chin to chest, and bobbed with his merciless thrusts. "How does that sound?"
"Eh-exciting." You could feel the climb back toward orgasm. Your legs were shaking, dangling from how he held you up. You hadn't touched the floor in hours, though you had no idea how long it had really been.
"Maybe I should make you into my breeding bitch," he said, but he didnt make it sound like a suggestion. He said everything with certainty. When he said 'maybe,' he meant 'I will.'
It all felt unreal but completely real all at the same time. You clenched around him and he huffed, his thrusts getting harder and more precise. He'd already cum into you and on you many times, but with the idea of leaving you with a little brat had him driving into you with more purpose than before. "Yeah, you fucking like that idea, don't you? You want a mini me in ya? Want to have all my babies?"
"Babies," you babbled, drool running down a line between your breasts. You could only stare at the place where he plunged into you, his hand on your belly gripping it tightly.
"You're so soft, so big and ready for babies," he grunted. His other hand went to your clit and began trying with it. It was raw and sensitive but he didn't care. "Perfect hips for baring kids, perfect tits for feeding 'em, perfect warm belly for holding 'em in. Yeah..."
He groaned, grunted, then stilled. His cockhead pressed against your womb as he shot his last load into you. He rubbed your clit furiously to have you milk him, and when you threw your head back into his chest with a strangled cry of pleasure, he knew he had done it well. He wrapped his arm around you and held you to him as he seeded your cunt once again.
He pressed his lips into your ear and groaned. "You take it all so well, like you wanted this to happen, rookie." He chuckles at your inability to answer him. "Make me a brat or two."
He rubs your belly and fondles your tit lazily. Then takes two fingers and pushes your chin to face him, kissing you. It's slow and gentle, a hard contrast to the hours he just spent punishing you for getting on his last nerve. He's sloppy, tired, but everything he needs to say is there. He meant it all, even through all his crude language and rough treatment.
your mood board from the tagging game looks like a great fic idea. a timid black!reader he crosses paths with at a night club and unbeknownst to her he weasels his way into ever facet of her life. sorry just rambling
Thank you!! :**) I hope you are doing great today! <33
dark!August Walker x Black Reader
Words: 1k
Warnings: 18+, smut, kidnapping, fingering (female receiving), dirty talk, breeding kink, non-consensual sex, use of restraints. Proceed with caution!
“Let’s see then.” August Walker yanked your Nebula’s of 2021 calendar off the wall from above your desk. “First week is well,”
The metal tack flew through the air, rolling, rolling over the wooden floor, it swiveled to a stop at the rim of your navy blue shoes. His eyes lit up as they flickered over to you, a smile lightly pulled at the corner of his lips. “The first week of January is completely ours, isn’t it. We need quality time.”
He turned his eyes back to the next month, he laughed softly. “I have big plans for the 14th..”
“That is if you aren’t already pregnant.”
August’s leer moved from your frightened expression to the rag stuffed into your mouth, he traced the tears leaving wet tracks down your neck. And then his smile dropped as he watched you pulled against the threads binding your wrists to the arms of your favorite chair.
He flopped the flimsy calendar onto your desk. “It won’t always be like this, buttercup.”
He scrunched his face and began to walk toward you. “That doesn’t fit, does it?” He placed his hands over your rope bound wrists, he rolled the chair toward the bed. He sat down and drew closer, spreading your legs with his knees until you were wide open before him.
August ran a few knuckles over your cheek. “What about sweetie?”
He tilted his head, stared at the fury in your eyes, and wiped away a few tears. “No. That’s not good either.”
“You’re an angel, really. I’m so happy we kissed on New Years’ Eve. Granted you were drunk, but you kissed me. I couldn’t believe it. I’d been watching you since September, imagine my shock that the woman of my dreams decided to kiss me.”
August’s fingers coasted under the seam of the collar of your tee shirt. He ripped it fast, splitting it open and exposing your bare breasts underneath. He seemed to stop breathing for a moment as he stared at the goosebumps begging to pebble over your soft skin.
“A brilliant beautiful star,” he said tenderly.
He took two fingers and began flicking over each nipple at the same time. You turned your head at the sensation.
“Feels good doesn’t it, honey?”
August cleared his throat, still flicking his fingers over your perk nipples, and licked his lips. “I jerked off to you so many times, in so many ways. All of it, in every moment I only called you one name.”
He dropped his hands, he stood up quickly by pushing you back enough to unbutton his pants, and slide them down and then off with his shoes. He sat back down, spread your legs once again his knees as he pulled you back toward him.
Dick hard as a rock, he started slowly stroking it in front of you. “I said it over and over while thinking of this moment.”
August’s fingers on his left hand trailed over your naked thigh, stroking harder now he stared at your face.
“I wish you would look at me. I’m not all bad, I’m really not. But I think you would be quiet even without that in your mouth. I like that.”
His eyes dropped back to his hand that was now tugging at the edge of your underwear. “But you’re not going to be so quiet today, are you?”
You tried to buck back from him but his feet held the bottom of the chair keeping you there. His fingers ripped at the fabric until you were bare were met with your stuffed up sniffling.
“Don’t cry darling,” he said quietly as one finger entered you.
“I thought of you,” he pulled it out and pushed it back in. “I think you thought of me too. You’re messy down here already.”
You tilted your head back, wept more as you finally stopped struggling.
August’s hand fell back to his cock. “I think you and I can make a life together, I really do,” he said through a rough breath. “I’ll make you so happy angel. You’ll see.”
He grabbed both of your knees from underneath and pulled you into an unnatural position so that your ass sat at the edge of the chair.
“I know it’s been a while for you, so I’ll go slow at first.”
August lift your legs pulling them back to expose your hot center between. He got to his knees, lined up the tip quickly before hooking your legs over his arms, and held on to the back of the chair. “Do you know what I called you?”
He began to slide in an inch at a time. “The only name that made me pop every time?” August hit bottom and your eyes blew open wide.
Grunting under his breath he began to pump inside of you. “I thought of filling you up with my cum. Fucking you anytime I wanted, Shit - I sound like a pervert. But it’s true--you make me feel so free.”
August lifted his face, closed his eyes as he melted away at the feeling of your pussy. “God damn-” he moaned. “Sweeter than I imagined.”
“You feel like a fucking virgin--” he murmured. “I wish I was your first,” he whispered under his breath.
August opened his eyes, lips tight around his teeth in a scowl he looked down at your crooked, folded up body he was pummeling with every thrust.
“Everybody is going to know what I did when they see you carrying my child,” August let go, he didn’t care how it sounded, how manic it made him look. He gripped the back of the chair tighter and decided that being gentle wasn’t in him.
“The little lady of the house is going to make her husband happy,-” said August hitting bottom every time. “-isn’t she?” he huffed out and began to rock the chair with every pump.
“Good wives do.” he hissed.
He was about to explode.
“My good wife-” He tried to look at you, finally the dream come true but as soon as the word left his lips August began to cum and tightly squeezed his eyes shut.
“That’s it..” he mumbled through pumps and spurts. “Wife...you’re going to be my wife.”
He looked different and you hated how cliché that was, not how cliché that sounded, but how utterly predictable that looming detail was. When you’d met him at Chipotle, he gave fashionable-hood-dude with the Cuban link highlighting his caramel skin, fitted jeans, and sneakers.
Now, he looked like the end of a romance film, in the scene when Guy chases Girl to the airport and catches her right before she’s about to board, just in the nick of time. Just One More Fucking Cinderella Story, but Black this time. You’re unable to stifle the soft laugh that escapes as Erik approaches you. Jesus Devontae. Amid a smile, his eyebrows furrowed, but the dimples never disappeared and neither did that half-smirk that, you suspected, always held something else behind it. It wasn’t a Dream. I really met a Prince.
“Hi.” You imagined that you were shouting, but the flash of confusion on his face told you were whispering. “Hey, there,” the confidence was faked but it flowed into your words in descension; reaching each one in a deeper pitch as it moved through your mouth.
“Hello,” he reached in for a hug, “how was your flight?” He’s touching me; he smells like heaven. This is soft, is this why people hug? Uh, answer him. “It went well actually,” your words go back to being mumbled and cracked; unsure if they want to leave your lips.
“I’m glad to hear it babygirl,” he sings.
“This is my cousin Rhea,” you gesture, but he doesn’t let go of you. “Hey, cousin,” your feet momentarily leave the ground as he swings you to shake her hand.
“Hello,” she offered in that sing-songy way about her. You always wondered where it came from. You were both so goth. You wondered how she balanced the darkness.
Erik spun, still with you in a half-hug and you finally noticed that the woman with the shaved head and deep skin that stood adjacent was with him; her stance, as firm as it was, might have been awkward were it not steeping with grace. She eyes you with taunting intimidation. Beauty is her name. Erik’s eyes catch his watch. “My people cooked but you wanna get something to snack on. I know y’all gotta be hungry.”
“I am hungry but I don’t wanna spend—” Rhea started.
“I got you cousin,” Erika assured, “anything y’all want, y’all get,” he finished.
“Oooh he got money!!” Rhea mocked.
Your laugh was thunderous and creaky.
“Yep anything you want.”
Erik’s dimpled grin was also teasing, and now you were nervous. You had an aversion to eating in front of people and you especially did not want to chance eating in front of Erik. The angst crept up in your center and wrapped it’s hold around your heart.
You looked over at Rhea who had a marquee that read ‘free food’ in the glare of her eyes. Before you knew it, you all were stopping into the airport Cinnabon. Without thinking, you accepted a free sample and winced. Erik peered down at you from the slants of his eyes and noted your reluctance.
“You wanna share a caramel pecanbon?” He’d caught you in the middle of a daydream. “Hmm? sure,” you had not heard what he had asked you, but you didn’t want to appear rude.
He stepped forward to order, you listened to the cadence of his voice. There was no particular rhythm to it; yet, it still sounded like a melody. Rhea brushed passed you to get another sample and you laughed a frothy something, the way a mother would in response to a child’s antics, and you decided nothing was so terribly serious.
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There were plenty of places in California you wanted to explore, but Oakland was not one of them. Now that you were here, entangled between its narrow streets, you felt thrilled. You felt Erik’s bicep brushing up against you as you sat in the car. You were determined to sit by Rhea, but he insisted that he take the middle seat. Your alarm sounded and “homework due” popped up as the title. Silencing it, you checked the clock and deduced you’d been in the car for thirty-five minutes. Peering out of the window to your left, a black crowned night heron swooped by. You watched the bird soaring: the way it flapped, climbing and then abruptly stopping with its wings out to its side like it was falling. You tracked it like a setting sun and then, suddenly, it became engrossed; encompassed by a translucence until all you could see was its wing tail and then nothing at all. You searched the sky for it or its possible escape path. You thought you might be losing it when you couldn’t place it. Is my anxiety really taking me there.
“That,” you’re seeing things, “that bird just disappeared,” you bumbled with a hoarse sound of uncertainty. “Not quite,” Erik assuredly noted. His left side canine flashed as he crooked his smile to the side.
“Yes it did,” your tone acquired an edge. You were crazy but you weren’t that crazy.
“Mm mmh mama. I’a show you when we get to it. But you cant see this-,” Erik faded out into the air as you focused on the view ahead of you. As the car entered the field ahead of you, the car seemed to disappear into the vortex too, quickly leaving behind the scenery of the wooded roadside as you entered an acropolis. You hung onto the gasp in your lungs as you eyes widened like a gazelle.
Ahead of you was a large castle-like compound drenched in silver. The reflected light from it’s surface cast the purplish orange from the horizon onto the scene like a filter or overlay. To your left women, just like the one he had brought to the airport marched in uniformity. To your right, you noticed a tribe of men with white paint and gray fur sashes in a patch of greenery near a wood fence enclosing horses. This place, like it’s own little city, was bustling with life.
“See,” Erik reminded. Your face was lit with curiosity. Erik looked down at you, “and this ain’t even half of it.” You latched onto his wrist as the vibrations from the hover craft above startled you.
Here’s an update. If people are still interested in this story, I’ll try to update again tomorrow. Thanks for reading. Please let me know what you think!
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Summary: An orphaned Omega gets drawn into the world of the supernatural and witchcraft, and she decides to live in seclusion in a cabin in the middle of the woods after suppressing her Omega presentation with a spell. She makes a living selling her spell ingredients and potions online, but when loneliness sets in, a particular spell grabs her attention, and it makes things interesting when two Alpha hunters stop by to take out a dangerous and mysterious witch.
Characters: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean Winchester, Castiel, Animal!OC’s
Author’s Note: This is going to be a mini-series of sorts and consist of five or six chapters total. It’s my first ABO series (not my first story), and I really hope you all enjoy it! There’s a bit of a Disney Princess feel, but that all changes when the porn starts. :D
I feel like a mom on facebook reblogging this but I genuinely like it. I want to make this into a full size poster and put it in my 3rd grade classroom but I’m 20 yrs old and not a teacher
