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im gonna say this and im gonna stand by this,

life would be so much better if men could knot. like i want charlie LITERALLY balls deep inside me. PLEASE.

yeah. so yeah im. yeah

college roommate!charlie x cisfem reader. knotting and desperation ahead. omegaverse too. obviously

this is a part 1 because im getting pulled to do stuff I promise ill write the knotting later

The apartment was weirdly silent when you got back from class. Normally, since it was Thursday, your roommate was cooped up in his room streaming. You didn't really mind the idea of having a streamer roommate - at least, not one like Charlie. He was actually funny. Besides, free meals from TreatStream was a decent perk, all things considered. (Once you'd been convinced nobody would show up to your house from it other than literally the delivery drivers.)

But today, no laughter and bad puns were heard through the thin door of Charlie's room. The door was shut, but as soon as you stepped more than a few feet into your apartment the absolute smell of the place hit you.

Everything here absolutely stank of Charlie.

Your cheeks went red as the implications smacked you in the face. You didn't know your roommate.... well, they always said it was the goofy ones. With those arms and how boisterous he was, it actually made a lot of sense that he was an alpha. Strong.

Good to mate with.

Woah?

Something deep inside of you was already straining at your willpower. It wasn't like you were some freshly presented blushing omega, but holy shit, you needed to open a window.

Except... you'd always had a teeny tiny bit of a thing for your goofy, adorable, funny as hell and twice as hot roommate, and Charlie was... practically begging for it, right? He could have warned you. If he'd never been this bad before, clearly he wanted you to find out, right? Wanted you to have his scent coating the insides of your nose, worming down into your lungs and making your entire body warm.

You approached his room, toeing your shoes off, setting your backpack down and knocking on the door.

"Hey, Charlie, you okay in there?"

You heard a shuffling around, then the gangly form of Charlie appeared behind a crack in the door. The scent grew even stronger. You could see he'd just thrown his hoodie on, and there was no shirt underneath. His hair was a mess, his glasses weren't even on, and he was barely peeking around the edge of the door.

"Not feeling great, honestly-- kinda uhh," He sniffed to try and appear sick, but instead got a whiff of your own mild scent. You barely even had one, as far as you were aware, but with him like this... you probably smelled fucking delicious. "Kinda coming down with something--"

"Do you need any help?" The words tumbled out of your mouth without you meaning to, and your already hot face went even hotter. "I mean-- do you need anything, like can I--"

Charlie stared down at you, eyes flicking back to look at something in his room before looking down at you. "Look, it's not--"

Both of you stopped talking to blink at each other, the tension starting to thicken quicker than either of you could come up with a joke to cut it.

You decided to be the one to make the move, placing a hand on the doorknob. "...If you're open to it... I'd be willing to help you out. Just... Y'know, as a friends thing."

Charlie's brain seemed to short for a few seconds before he nodded. "Okay-- okay. If you're cool with it. I fucked up and missed my suppressant prescription and I haven't had one of these since like, middle school so it's-- okay it might. It might be bad. I--" His eyes flicked back and forth again.

"It might get a liiiittle rough."

You took a deep breath, infecting your mind even further with the warm, musky, addicting scent of your roommate.

"I can handle it. I'm on the pill, too, so you can--"

The door opened further and you were dragged into Charlie's room by your wrist. He was in literally just the hoodie and some loose boxer shorts, the window wide open and letting the cool air in. Well, the boxers would be loose, but he was completely tenting them out, making them tight as could be. As soon as you were inside the room you shut the door behind you and it was on, Charlie pulling you in and locking his lips against your own. You let out a little hum and grabbed at his hoodie, gripping onto it tightly. You pulled back to mumble about taking it off and he complied, breaking away from you to pull it off with one clean motion. His muscles rippled as he did, tight stomach flexing and triceps bulging as he bent his arms.

You made the approach as soon as he was free of his hoodie, your palms colliding with his chest to push him onto the bed. Sure, you felt a little bad for getting to indulge your crush all because Charlie had fucked up his rut medication schedule but with the way he outright arched into your touch, his feverish hot skin against your fingers... you just couldn't care. You pulled off your shirt, leaving you in just a bra. You would have taken your pants off too, but Charlie had already grabbed you and pulled you down to the bed. Your crotch slotted against his hips and you could feel the throbbing cock beneath you. Charlie let out an utterly pathetic little whimper and you grinned, settling your hands onto his shoulders.

"You're really hot like this, y'know."

"I mean, I do get fevers when I'm--"

"Oh, my god shut up," you giggled, kissing him again. His hands started to roam up your body, feeling over your waist before moving down to keep moving your hips against his own. You idly mumbled a "holy shit" as you looked down, staring at the huge wet spot already starting to stain his underwear.

"Please don't stop moving," Charlie's big blue eyes stared up at you and you couldn't help but kiss him again.

"How about you fuck me instead, then?" You grinned down at him, grinding down hard. You were already starting to soak through your underwear - sure, you weren't some blushing omega, but you were still going to react. Biological imperative, and all that. Being on birth control didn't hamper your own instincts, after all. "C'mon, Char. Why don't you use those big, strong arms to pin me down and--"

Your taunt was his command. The next thing you knew, you were lying on your back on the bed, Charlie's hands yanking at your leggings and underwear to pull them off all in one fell swoop. Your face went red as a string of your own fluids connected to the crotch of your underwear, snapping and landing on your thigh to shine in the ambient light from the window. Immediately, Charlie's eyes shot to it, and after throwing your pants to the floor he dove for your thigh.

His tongue rasped up the soft skin, nose diving into the crease of your hip and thigh to trail along the scent patches there. The spot was so sensitive, and you just couldn't help the moan that rolled out of your mouth. Charlie laid down on his stomach, wrapping his toned arms around your thighs and pushing his face into your pussy. He let out an audible groan as he buried his face in you, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin to try and swallow down all of your fluids. You wrapped your legs around his head, hands grabbing his messy hair and gripping it tightly. Arching up, you could see that he was grinding into the bed, clearly desperate but just aching to taste you.

"Charlie-- Charlie, fuck, please," you gasped as his teeth grazed your clit, the extra gentle bit of friction driving you crazy. You needed his teeth digging into your most sensitive spots immediately. "Please mark me. I fucking need it, holy shit!"

Like a proper gentleman, he obeyed, but like a true alpha, he was fucking brutal in the execution. He pulled his lips off of your aching, swollen clit to sink his sharp canines into your inner thigh. You cried out, legs trembling as you bucked up into the stimulation that was no longer there.

"If I'm gonna mark you," he mumbled around a mouthful of your thigh, "I'm gonna mark all of you," Charlie pulled off and moved his head to target your other thigh, using his arms to keep you spread open even when your legs wanted to squeeze around him.

"And I'm gonna do it properly."

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ok but like. lil bro waking up from a wet dream and you just not letting him get up until he pisses himself either sorry im not well i just really want charlie to be a lil mess next to me??!!

THATS WHAT IM FUCKING SAYING

like when I tell you I could have made this tweet I could have. like. i love when boys get desperate and bounce around and make little moaning noises until they can't hold it anymore and wet themselves and then BONUS POINTS they're so embarrassed that they're hard about it

goddd imagine this in fuckleweekverse.... you're sleeping together in his bed, his arms around you, your ass backed up nicely against his crotch, good shit, y'know?

he wakes up, realizes he's half hard, and almost bugs you.... realizes you're asleep, doesn't. until the feeling of his full, tight bladder hits him and he starts bugging you to get up. you don't realize why he's bugging you and grumble to him in annoyance, turning around in his arms and throwing a leg over his hips. you roll, pushing yourself up just enough to force him down onto his back and lay on his chest. you can hear him whimper as the pressure starts to mount but again, you don't realize the torture you're putting him through. not when you can feel him half hard against you in the thin sleep pants he's wearing, the tiny crotch of your shorts easy to push to the side so your bare cunt can grind against him.

"Wait—" he mumbles, bringing his arms up to try and push you away. "I gotta get up."

"No," you grumble back, grabbing at his hands as they try to get at your shoulders, "you woke me up for your stupid boner and you're gonna like what you get, and then I'm going back to sleep."

"N— no it's not even for that, I just really have to—"

"Yeah, dumbass, blue balls are uncomfortable, wet dreams are weird, relax. Just let me help you out so we can sleep again."

"No— sis I gotta—"

you forced Charlie's hands down against the mattress and picked up your pace. as he got harder, the feeling grew slightly less urgent, taken over by the blood flow and the ache of his cock against the soft fabric of his pajamas pants and your cunt dragging across them. once the wetness started to seep through, though, he felt a pang in his hips. it was going to be a goddamned photo finish to the bathroom at this rate. thinking about having to pee made everything so much worse, but he couldn't stop thinking about it once the feeling settled into his hips.

high pitched whines fluttered in Charlie's throat as he ground up against you, the pressure of your pussy pushing the tip of his dick against his stomach one of the only faint pressures he could rely on to hold back. it didn't work for long though, as he felt another pang of need in his bladder, charlie lost control momentarily. he let out a tiny leak, body going deathly still as his face burned and tears sprung to his eyes.

"stop— stop i have to get up, I'm gonna pee—" charlie gasped out, his legs shaking under you.

something deep in your own stomach purred at the idea, and your sharklike grin sent a chill down his spine.

"nah, i don't really feel like it. i wanna cum too, y'know." you had temporarily paused at his gasp but started to move again, rocking against your little brother's damp sweatpants rhythmically.

"please, oh god, stop, stop—" he struggled against your hands, the strength he would have used completely gone from how little he could wiggle without losing control. he pushed back your hands a few inches but another leak soaked his crotch and he froze, letting you push his wrists back down.

"oh? you wanna get up?" you purred, feeling your cunt get wetter from both your own arousal and his shame leaking through his pants. "c'mon, char, just cum for me and we'll be all done, and ill let you up to go pee."

your head dropped to your chest as you rocked against his stiff cock, the texture of the fabric a perfect friction against your puffy pussy. Charlie's whimpers only got louder as you dragged your cunt against him, making you bite your lip to hold your own back. tears pricked at his eyes as he tried to hold back, but his sleepy mind couldn't focus on anything but the pleasure.

until it wasn't pleasure anymore. the feeling bubbled in his hips, and he realized it was too late after the damage had already begun. charlie whines out against you as he leaks again, and this time, the rush of pressure being relieved is too much for him. it's pure pleasure, and he can't stop rutting against you, leaking out spurt after spurt of hot piss into his pajama pants. he's crying, overwhelmed and embarrassed and shaking...

and it's the best thing you've ever fucking seen.

"there we go, there's a good boy. just let it all out, there we go. that's right." the heat is nothing like you've ever felt and you sit up just enough that your stomach won't catch too much of the flood. as charlie humps into you, the stream keeps going. wow, he really did have to go. eventually it peters out and he's left sniffling below you, face burning, laying in his own puddle of filth. he's rock hard beneath you still, and the orgasm you crave is so, so close. you release one of his hands and it just stays there. he's broken.

you peel back the soaked fabric of his pants, line up his cock with your achingly empty hole, and sit back on it.

one orgasm won't be enough, you can feel it. good thing he doesn't have to get up and go anymore, right?

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Okokok what about older stepbro!Schlatt x fem!reader but he's really mean and likes to humiliate her. 🧍🏻‍♀️

Like, mans takes his opportunity to act out when Reader is in a stereotypical position like being bent over in the washing machine 👀

stepbro 🧍coward . make em related /hj

anyway this turned out less "omg stepbro" and more bully vibes. sawwy

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You were just trying to do laundry. That was it, nothing serious, just laundry. The only problem was, you were vertically challenged, and your nice new panties had gone and glued themselves to the bottom of the top-loading washing machine. The rest of the laundry was loaded into the drier already, but the damn underwear was just out of your reach.

"Ooof," Your stomach ached as you leaned over the edge, trying to reach for the damn underwear as your toes left the ground and kicked in the air for balance.

Your face was red from being upside down, but it got even worse when you heard a low chuckle behind you.

"Oh, that's a little pathetic, huh."

You shot up, banging your head on the agitator as you fell back to the ground. You groaned in pain and the laughing behind you only got louder.

"Fuck off."

"Such language!" Your stepbrother placed a hand against his chest in mock affront. "Should've expected it from you, though."

You were so pissed it made you forget you were in nothing but a sports bra and pajama shorts, the only things you'd had left after the laundry. Not exactly something you'd want to wear around the college guy that had just invaded your house only a few months ago. "Excuse me?"

"Shut up. Here, you need help? I'll help you out. Sibling bonding, ain't that what your mom wants?" Jay leered down at you, filling the doorway of the laundry room with his broad shoulders.

You realized that he was about to see the lacy little set of underwear you'd bought just recently and your face went hot. "No, I got it, don't--"

Trying to deny him only made it worse, his grin widening as he walked to the washer. "Oh, no, baby, I insist. Really. I'll get it."

You tried to move him out of the laundry room but he simply moved you aside, reaching down into the washer and pulling out the panties. They were a light purple, all lacy and delicate and oh god you were gonna throw up-

"Oh wow," he turned them around and held them up to the light as you tried to grab at them, failing to move his arms. "didn't know my baby sister was such a slut. I mean, makes sense, look at you."

"Give me those, you fucking perv!" You yelled, balling up your fist to sock your stepbrother in the stomach. He doubled over briefly, but once you caught his eye you knew you'd fucked up. He squeezed the underwear tightly in one hand as he grabbed you, bending you over the washing machine.

"Don't be so fuckin' loud, hey? You wouldn't want to get me in trouble, would you?" Schlatt hissed, grabbing your neck with one hand. You froze, then very gently shook your head.

"Good. Good girl. See, you can learn." He balled up your new expensive panties and shoved them into your mouth, making you gag on the water and detergent taste. You could only feel the heat of your stepbrother's body against yours as tears pricked at your eyes. His hand came down to rest against your ass, rubbing before delivering a harsh spank to one cheek.

"Mmph!" You whined, trying to wiggle free of his arm's grip around you.

"Oh no, sweetheart, no no no. I'm gonna teach you exactly what happens to sluts in this house." His hand wound up for another smack and your heart sank as you realized you were in for a long afternoon.

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Dante kisses like he fights: showy, flowing like water into each movement as he constantly tries to play off the other. In order to pin down the wriggling worm that is one's younger brother, one must watch for a perfect opening to slip their knife inside.

Vergil's hand laces into his hair, gripping with force at the roots of the silvery strands. They're lying just shy of some shuddering, dying body of a gargantuan demon, lying on its side as it flakes away into nothingness, particles brushing faintly against the tiny slivers of their skin exposed to air. It had stumbled across their duel, drawn to the Sparda blood soaking into the grass and the idea in the base of its mindless skull that it could simply stomp on the reigning king of hell and take his crown.

He'd dealt the killing blow with Yamato, digging her into the demon's brain casing after he'd launched himself into the air off of Dante streaking Cavaliere up its thick leg. The extra force had driven the legendary katana to her tsuba, and one powerful tug had sent gore spraying in an arc through the air as it finally fell. Without a beat, Dante had dismounted his bike and summoned the Devil Sword into his hand.

"Hope that didn't tire you out too much," he'd drawled, twirling the enormous sword as if it weighed nothing, "because I don't think I was done with you."

Vergil tilted his head to the side slowly as he shook the blood from Yamato with one clean swipe. "Done with me?"

The hint of a smile was impossible to wipe from his face.

Dante appeared in front of him, and their fight resumed. Their blades came together again and again, until eventually Vergil maneuvered himself just right to slide Yamato in between Dante's ribs, his off hand using her saya to pull his brother into the blade until the guard pushed against his bloody shirt and ground against his sternum.

"Hello, brother," Vergil breathed, feeling blood trickle onto his hand. Red streamed from Dante's mouth as he grinned, pink teeth bared in defiance.

"Hey, baby."

"I believe that is a point to me."

Dante captured his lips instead of verbally conceding, taking them to the ground as he fell to a knee.Vergil didn't let go of Yamato, nor its scabbard, but kissing Dante was enough of a dizzying, wondrous sensation that his grip loosened, just a fraction as he felt her tip push against the ground.

That was Vergil's first mistake.

One also must not forget that the wiggling worm is merely bait, the string an antenna leading back to the beast in the shadows.

"Tricked ya!"

Dante kicked his one leg up as he snapped into style, forcing himself down to the ground as the impact pushed Yamato away. He freed himself with that movement and followed up with a disappearing act, using Cerberus' ice chains as he appeared in front of Vergil to ensnare Yamato. Vergil whipped a mirage blade at him, but it was too late. The Devil Sword Dante appeared as Cerberus faded, the momentum of the swing that threw Yamato wide following through to drive the broadsword into the off-balance Vergil and into the dirt beneath him.

Dante kept pushing, driving the blade deeper and forcing Vergil back, his long legs bending awkwardly until they finally kicked out. He coughed, blood painting his own mouth red as he was gored from sternum to navel.

"I wanted that kill, Verg." Dante squatted down to pick up Yamato and her sheath, gently, tenderly wiping the blood from the blade on the edge of his coat before sheathing the katana and setting it down.

Vergil could have kept fighting. He could have called a hail of blades down, summoned another weapon, or pulled the sword out himself.

But staring up at the gloomy sky, his vision swimming with the beautiful agony of his brother's sword spearing his entrails, the aforementioned brother panting with pride as his wild hair settled around him again an angel of death and wonder...

(This was how it went, and how it always had. One of them had to be beaten into submission. The winner takes what he wants, because he has earned it.)

(When Vergil loses, something within him shudders in delight.)

(He can't have what he wants any other way.)

"You went and stole it. Not very nice, y'know." Dante leaned around the handle of the sword sticking out of his brother's chest, careful not to catch himself on the crossguard as he stared straight down into Vergil's glowing eyes, watching the elder twin try to speak around the blood gurgling up from his ruined stomach as it pooled in his mouth, dripping down his cheeks when he tried to spit and clear it.

"Do me a favor and stay still, huh?" Dante purred, dragging his tongue up the side of Vergil's face to taste his victory. The fingers on one hand pressed against the seam of the wound, trailing the agonizing fire down as he pressed the heel of his palm against Vergil's groin.

The other hand laced into Vergil's own, preventing him from reaching any further towards Yamato.

"I gotcha, baby." Dante whispered, his hair falling down around Vergil's face from the closeness, the ends of the strands tickling at his cheeks as Dante leaned down to kiss him.

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i know i have like three asks in my inbox rn about this fic so here's proof it IS being worked on nyah.... im gonna post my one charlie omo thing that's on this blog to AO3 today so don't get it twisted this isn't going up today but if i can finally grind it out i can at least get it into editing phase before i move

i need to write reader getting very lovingly obliterated on this gross as fuck couch but noooo i have work. death beckons me.

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twincest week 2025 - day 1 - first

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

happy twincest week, i bestow upon you pre-fire DV fluffy first time nonsense

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i am begging on my knees for more lunchclub/younger schlatt like how u did in ur xreader chuckle series 😖😖😖😖 it was saurrrrr good

pretend i didn't get this ask literally months ago. sorry but only kinda

fuckleweek canon between puppy love and belly of the beast, probs

It's not like you were expecting it to be anything more than a one time thing, because that would have been insane. What you'd done was already past deranged, so thinking that it would happen again and you'd continue to evade the consequences hanging over your head like a sword of Damocles was...

Well.

It should have been enough to dissuade you from doing it again.

Judging by the fact that you were currently feeling your knees get rugburned like hell as teenaged hips slammed into your own over and over.

"Ghhck--" You heard a groan get bit back and you pull forward, turning back from your position on your elbows to look back at Schlatt, his face and neck burning hot and the hem of his shirt in his mouth.

"Better not be cumming so soon." You grinned, sticking the tip of your tongue out between your teeth. "It's only been a minute."

"I--" He couldn't meet your eyes, turning his head away. "I haven't--"

"You haven't gotten off since you were over last, huh?" You pulled off of him more and moved your hand back to prevent Schlatt from fucking into you, leaving only his tip inside of your cunt as you swayed your hips back and forth. "You're pent up. Your hand isn't nearly as good as my pussy, is it?"

He shook his head, gripping at your hips with those dainty fingers he had. "God, no, not even close. Please, god please can I keep fucking you, holy shit--" "Only if you promise to keep going until I come, no matter how many times you do."

"Deal." He barely let your last word leave your mouth before overpowering your faint resistance and plunging back into your hole, his first orgasm of many overtaking him moments later.

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hope you enjoyeddddd <33333

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Voting ended onOct 22, 2024