Hi Cloud ☁️ I Just Want To Say I Love Your Stories They Always Make Me Feel Happy And Horny 😉

I hope this question makes sense... how would the brothers feel and react if they knew a friend of theirs was interested in them but the friend was too insecure to talk to them about the topic due to fear of scaring them, having them laugh at her, or just rejecting her flat out? Would they try to approach her on the topic and would they treat her worse, the same or better?

Hey, thoughtmirror!

Let’s break this question down into three parts: how they feel, how they react, and how they would treat her.

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no but an image i have in my head is. u’re hyuck’s gf. have been for 2 years. and hyuck Knows just how much the other dreamies have a cute puppy crush on u and tbh he’s cool with it in a way “i’ve got her and u don’t” vibe?? like cocky confident hyuck who’s spurring ur moans and whimpers on while he’s fucking u on his computer desk so renjun and jeno can hear u clearer from where they’re pressing up against his door wishing they cld see ur face as hyuck fucks u!!! - 🎞

“what’d i tell you about biting that lip baby,” donghyuck probes. he’s given you countless reminders not to try and muffle the pretty noises leaving your mouth, each one going in one ear and out the other, lost to the haze of your brain. currently, your ass is presented nicely to donghyuck, with you being bent at the hips over the table. the pressure of his cock pounding against the spongy spot inside you has your mind fogging over, leaving you unable to speak and think clearly. despite this, your attention is recaptured almost immediately when your boyfriend slides his cock out from your hole. a chuckle escapes his lips when he sees your hips move in search of his cock, looking for something to fill you up once again.

“listen to me. if i tell you not to be quiet, then don’t be quiet. i want those two to know exactly what they’re missing. i want them to fuck their hands tonight thinking about how good your pussy would feel wrapped around their cocks,” he growls. placing the blunt tip of his cock against your hole, he pushes back into you, feeling your knees give in. donghyuck uses this to his advantage, tugging you back against his pelvis to reach even deeper inside you.

choked and breathless, you manage to sputter out, “h-hyuck please, ‘s too deep, i can’t take it,” which prompts another laugh to leave his lips.

“it’s cute that you think i care. you can take it baby, i know you can.”

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I think your stuckage fruity four fic awoke something in me.

please....

WRITE MORE STUCKAGE, THERE'S NO STRANGER THINGS STUCKAGE FIC ON A03 AND IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!!

Omg ELLIE! You drive me nuts with this stuff!!!!

oho? stuck in a wall? my pleasure >:)

(cws: fruity four, mostly robin and eddie, bi/pan!f!angelface, post-vol 4, stuckage, jealousy, best friends to lovers, seemingly unrequited love, teasing, flirting, mentions of group sex + alcohol, squirting, oral (f/f and f/m), face riding, loud sex, praise + degradation, throat bulges, cum drinking, mentions of anal sex, fingering (a+v), mild spanking, references to virginity loss, references to steve fucking eddie, love confessions, a little angst around hookup culture, fluff and smut.)

This is just ridiculous. Eddie had laughed unbelievably hard when you'd had that initial moment of panic, that tug to try and get out only to be met with unbroken resistance. That alone was enough for you to huff and kick at him, and throw a mediocre punch in the direction of his crotch when he had come around the other side to check your situation there--no attempts to get you out though, just laughter and teasing touches of your hair before he went back around.

You'd just wanted to help him and his roommates with renovations--they wanted to knock down a wall between two bedrooms to make one larger one, for whatever reason, it struck you as a little weird considering there were four people living in one house. And Harrington's house might be big, but not four singles with their own bedrooms big....at least, you don't think so, but what do you know? That one hole just ruined it, though. You'd tried to be funny, ran at it with your hammer outstretched to joust through the first chunk of drywall--and then you went straight through both sides, your lower half still in the room you started in while everything above the waist is hanging out in the next. Fucking dingus.

You were just trying to be funny. Well, no, you were just trying to ease the tension. Eddie's been your best friend since freshman year, you've been through thick and thin together and you swore to always stay friends no matter what. But then all that stuff with earthquake happened last year, and the bounty hunt for his head, and you were suddenly the only person in Hawkins who didn't want him dead--and you were the only one to mourn him when you thought he was, aside from Wayne, of course. Only for him to come back with a new friend group, a new attitude, new scars, and.....you felt left behind, honestly. Hellfire and the band didn't feel the same after that, and when he moved in here with all his new friends, you just felt so abandoned that you did something stupid.

You got really, really drunk one night, called him up, and told him you loved him. Not friend love, either, not something you could brush off--you spilled your guts out to him, told him you always wanted to kiss him and how you dreamed about touring the world with him, how you wanted to marry him, and you think you told him you wanted his babies, but that part is where it gets fuzzy. And he said nothing, the line had been so silent that you mumbled an apology for calling the wrong number and hung up. You knew what you had done in the morning, though, when Eddie was throwing pebbles at your window and trying to get you to talk to him, which you declined, thinking through tears that it was time for you to finally just let him move on like he obviously wanted to. But the week after that--last week, exactly six days ago--you had been invited to this very house for a smoke and a drink, a celebratory one to warm the house even though they moved in like two months ago. And you went, because fuck it, what else did you have to lose?

As a woman scorned with unrequited love and slowly dwindling friendship, you had obviously taken the opportunity to get fucking wasted as soon as you possibly could. The others had followed your lead too, they were surprisingly fun people despite their reputations, so it wasn't long before you were laughing and chattering away like there wasn't a shred of awkwardness between you all--like you didn't hold any resentment towards him or his new friends for taking him away from you. You kinda lost all that when you started drunkenly making out with his friend Robin, so faded from the world that you didn't even register the fact that none of them were jeering or wolf whistling at you kissing another girl. You knew even then that, even though you were in the midst of convincing yourself that this was just spite and you were doing it to piss Eddie off, you really liked it--and that hadn't been a surprise, you knew you liked women and Eddie knew that too.

But it escalated when you started pulling at her clothes, and when you started kissing Steve, and then when you moved on to sit in Nancy's lap--and before you knew it, you were in the middle of the most hazy group sex of your life, nothing but pure ecstasy running through your body the whole night until you passed out. Waking up next to Eddie the next morning had been a moment of temporary bliss, but you remembered it all pretty quick, and grabbed your shit before practically running out of the house and not bothering to ask questions. Though you'd sat in your car for at least ten minutes with your head in your hands, recalling every second of what you had felt.....how Eddie had whispered such sweet things to you as you made love, how his touch had burned wherever he grazed you, how he kissed you like he was just as in love with you as you are with him......but also how his friends had touched you; how sweet they had been, how unusually tender they were with your body, how they stroked your hair and cuddled you after they had finished making you scream each individual name into the ceiling. It wasn't.....normal. It wasn't how you were used to being treated, it wasn't how your average hookups went--where they would fuck you, get their rocks off, and leave you when they finished if they made you finish at all. Or worse, when you'd find a girl you really liked, you'd have sex, and then she'd bounce right back to whatever boyfriend she had lined up so she could say she did it with a chick. Those were the worst.

Being stuck in the wall of the house where you fucked your best friend's friends, though? That's pretty bad, too.

"Goddamn it, Eddie, just break the wall around me! It's not hard, a fucking monkey could do it by now." You hiss, face burning with embarrassment at humiliating yourself for the umpteenth time.

"Nah. Enjoying the view too much, plus, you did this to yourself....hey, are these new?"

You're not too sure what he's referring to--until his fingertips graze your lower back, and he hooks his thumb into the strap of your thong that's peeking out. It's black, and soft....it's what Eddie likes, so it stings even harder when he snaps it back against your skin after pulling it taut.

"Stop fucking teasing me, Eddie. You're being a huge dick."

"And why am I being a dick?" He asks from the other side of the wall. You can huff as much as you like, but you're not getting out of this anytime soon, so you have no choice but to be honest.

"It's a dick move to lead a girl on. Especially when you're just....just dangling it over my head." You sigh in defeat, slumping over the wall and letting your arms hang limply. "And don't ask what. You know what."

"....You mean sex, right? You wanna have sex with me?"

God, you could just groan at his bluntness--not just because he's oblivious, but because it's making you fucking wet as it always does.

"Obviously."

"Eddie! Not fucking now, you idiot! Your roommates-" He spanks you again, rings leaving a pleasurable sting that lasts long after, and makes you bite your lip to keep from squealing and giving him the satisfaction. You just stomp your feet instead, heels raised off the floor that's still covered in a sheet of plastic to catch the debris.

There's a bit of shuffling behind you, an unusual silence from Eddie that you're not used to. You swear you can feel him brush by your ass, but you must be imagining it.....until you're not.

"Oh, that's good news....real good news, sweetheart." He mutters almost too quietly for you to hear, before his hand comes down hard on your ass and you suck in a gasp, arching up immediately with your hands grasping at the wall beneath you.

"My roommates are my partners, and they think you're a fucking sex goddess."

"Shut up--ah! E-Eddie!" You shake your head, hair flicking all about, but it isn't stopping Eddie from reaching around and unzipping your pants for you--and when he gets them down your legs, he moans out loud at the sight that he's rewarded with.

"Fucking Christ....listen, they like you, and I've been in love with you since I was, like, fourteen--shit! S-Since we lost our virginities to each other.." You do remember that time, tenth grade--you were fifteen, but you're not gonna correct him right now--when you were such good friends you made a pact to take each other's virginity. That was when you were such good friends that it felt like nothing else mattered, and now.....now, years later, you're finally turning into something else.

He doesn't even bother playing around with the thin piece of fabric stretched over your cunt, he's too eager to just pull it down your hips with those rough fingers. You can tell he's on his knees by the breath on your thigh, and the almost tender way he spreads you out with his thumbs to look--he obviously didn't get enough out of the last time you hooked up, and it's a good enough thought that you find it in you to chuckle about it. You relax a little bit, finally, and he must be able to see it if his "fuck, baby" is any tell.

"You fuck like a virgin, Eddie." A smirk flickers across your face, confidence filling you back up now that your best friend's attention is on you again. "Desperate and clingy. And...cute. So damn cute."

"I am desperate. Anyone who sees a pussy like this'd get fucking desperate." He presses a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, slowly trailing them up your skin with his hands ghosting over your thighs to hold each one. You only twinge a bit in pain when he bites a mouthful of your flesh, sucking on it til it aches before he lets it go with a pop. He seems to stop there for a while, but he's close, that pretty mouth poised so near to your bare pussy that you have to force down the urge to beg--but just when you seriously consider doing so, Eddie gives you an experimental lick, and you jerk so hard you swear a new crack forms in the wall. Then another, and another.....each one slow, and maddeningly soft, barely testing the waters and just getting a taste, yet it's making you drool and you can't stop yourself from pulsing down there. Eddie noses your clit and pays it a few special kisses, but then he's done and you're muffling your own whines with both hands clamped over your mouth. You know from last week that he's fucking good at eating pussy, and he knows it, which is exactly why he won't let you have it like you did last time. Too fucking cocky for his own good, and it's so goddamn sexy.

"Listen, I...I just gotta let you know," He mutters as he stands and unbuckles his belt, the frantic clicking only mildly distracting you from what he's trying to say. "I didn't pull away for no reason, I--I was trying to protect you, cause I-"

"Oh, Eddie, for god's sake, just fuck me!" You call over your shoulder, frustrated and horny and....fuck it, you're desperate, desperate for your most treasured friend in the world to screw your damn brains out. And he just chuckles, cock finally freed for him to tap it against your asscheek.

"Alright...alright, it can wait. I had a reason, that's all you need to know. Now, no more fucking around. You're mine." As he says it, he angles himself down to massage your lips with the tip, dragging it up and down through your slick before slowly feeding it into you. He's trying to be nice, but you're just too wet, and Eddie hiccups and chokes on his own gasp when your hips move and you swallow him in like you're just desperate for him to get on with it.

"Like that, huh?" He slaps the side of your ass, eyes trained on the way it jiggles around him and ears perked to hear your whining. Eddie doesn't have to try to get deeper, doesn't have to strain to be rougher--he's just perfect as he is, cock curving up to put pressure on that weak spot that's making you shake. "Better than fucking some jock, right?"

It is. Eddie's better than any guy you've ever hooked up with; more attentive, more creative, more....sizeable. You might have had bigger on some occasions but never so skilled to match, never someone who you'd be begging to move inside you like you are right now. And because Eddie's a nice, attentive, reliable guy, he obeys that plea--and he doesn't start slow, he rears back and fucking plows you like he's trying to push you right through the wall, and he might. His hips bash yours so hard on the down thrust you can feel parts of the broken plaster crumbling around you, but it doesn't make it any looser for you to wiggle through, and thank god it doesn't. This is what you wanted, and you have no shame in screaming that for the world to hear, for everyone to know that you're taking Eddie Munson's dick and you love it more than life itself.

"I love how fucking loud you are. Make the neighbors jealous, honey." You can feel that smug grin from across the wall, one hand possessively squeezing your ass while the other's hooked around your bent waist to keep you steady against him. The constant thwap thwap thwap of his hips meeting your ass and his balls kissing your underside is so echoey, you aren't even paying attention to the door opening on your side and don't notice the person standing there until she sucks in a gasp.

Your head swiveling to look, you lock eyes with Robin--that adorable girl that made love like summer rain--and see that she's empty-handed, hand hovering over her mouth while her face explodes into a rosy-red blush. Curious, you think, and your ditzy smile gives her an idea of exactly what kind of mood you're in as you beckon her over, to which she complies quite hastily. You raise two fingers to your mouth and spread them in a 'v', the gesture earning you a pair of lust-blown eyes and a soft smile crossing her features as she moves to unbutton her pants in front of you, obviously having missed your touch from last week. As she should, you liked her so much from the first meeting that you'd been determined to make her see stars when you were done.

"That all you got, big boy? Or are you just a huge dick and nothing else?" You call over your shoulder, shooting her a wink while you reach your hands up to help her out of those bothersome clothes. The confidence is staggering you a little bit, the feeling of Eddie stirring up your guts a familiar one, and it's homey, almost--but it kicks up when you feel him stroke a place you weren't sure he'd be into touching, at least not before that last encounter when you'd woken up in his bed the morning after.

"Eddie! Eddie, fuck, that--f-fuck, that's sensitive-!" He spits on your asshole and rubs it in with his thumb, pressing it in just hard enough until it pops right in and sends your eyes rolling to the back of your head--right when Robin's got her panties down too, and you grab her by the hips to move her towards you, tongue stuck out to meet her clit in a near-feral swirl. Robin's knees buckle almost instantly, and she has to brace her hands on your head out of instinct just to keep herself upright, although it also means she accidentally shoves you down to lick her up even deeper.

"Yeah? Still sensitive after Harrington fucked it raw? Kept touchin' yourself when you watched him fuck me, ass already full of his cum....you know how fucking dirty you get when you're sloshed?" You remember that too, now--shamelessly palming your tits as Nancy nursed on your clit, your eyes zeroed in on Steve driving his cock in and out of your best friend for you to enjoy. He'd been too happy to do the same to you, and fill your head with dirty admissions of what he'd do to you if he had all the time in the world, but it was a different experience to watch him bend Eddie over and take him from behind. You felt filthy for watching it all the way through, and even filthier for letting Eddie eat Steve's cum out of you with Nancy when he was done.

You break off for a moment from your partner's body, breaths heaving. "You like it." Before diving right back in, moaning into a mouthful of Robin's pussy.

"I love it," His incessant bucking grows harder, the hand once being used to steady you now occupied with stroking your clit in messy circles. "Love watching you get all stupid and slutty when you've got a drink in you....you and Buckley were so cute..." Eddie moans, and you hum into Robin's clit in a knowing way that has her fingering her way through your hair, clearly trying to be gentle but so lost in pleasure that she's keeping your head static between her legs. Huffing soft breaths and whimpers that Eddie wouldn't be able to hear, grinding forward against the flat of your tongue to get that coveted ecstasy lapped into her clit.

"Always fucking wished I was one of those guys, knockin' on your trailer after dark....came in so many damn socks listening to you get fucked..." That's a new one, you've never heard about that. But it makes sense, now--the way he always seemed to avert his gaze the morning after one of your hookups, when you'd waltz into his trailer to have breakfast together with a pleasant glow and a satisfied smile. Thinking about Eddie rubbing himself raw with the window open as he listened to you getting your guts pumped....oh, if your face wasn't buried in between Robin's legs, you'd have the biggest smirk right then and there.

"An' now you're balls deep," You pant, pulling off of her one more time just to get an adorable whine out of her. "Made me so wet when you got that pout on your face, when you were jealous."

That almost immediately earns you a smack, not on the ass, but on the clit--and the aching, burning sting makes your pussy clamp down on him in a vice grip, your hair sticking to your face with a fresh wave of sweat as he keeps brutalizing your most sensitive spot with the palm of his hand....and it's so fucking good you could just melt right there.

"Yeah? Hear how wet you are now, angelface? Soaking wet for the freak?" He's right--for once, you can hear the sloshing and shucking of your own cunt gushing for him, your body responding to his treatment with no aid from your own hand or an active imagination. With your thumbs spreading Robin's sticky cunt apart, you look up to watch her whimper into her hand as the cool air hits her sensitive areas, before choking on her own moan as you shove your face back between her legs with your tongue outstretched. Your hands come up to grab at her ass, poor cheeks dug into with little crescent-shaped nail marks as you trap her against your lips to suck her clit into your mouth, her hips jostling you as she chases the pleasure with both hands firmly grasping the back of your head.

"Drenching my fucking balls, lucky there's plastic down....you gonna squirt for me again, huh?" He spanks you again, and maybe he can hear how muffled your squeals are from having a mouthful of his girlfriend-roommate's pussy, but you don't fucking care. Even less so when Eddie makes a noisy show of sucking his middle finger into his mouth, before he presses it right up against that empty hole he was teasing and working it all the way inside, his spit making short work of any resistance your body might have had. Your hips jerk at the filthiness of it, as well as the ache he stirs back up that you remember from the last time--god, you swear you can still feel his roommate's monster of a cock splitting your asshole open, and when Eddie spits again to lube you up more, you're left completely at the mercy of his assault on all three sides as you feel that familiar rush of heat churn in the very deepest pit of your stomach. "Make a fucking mess for me, sweetheart. Then I'll come around and let you lick my balls clean." He moans, and with his cock bruising your inner walls as they cling to him on every thrust, and Robin riding your face to kingdom come as her cunt starts spasming with an orgasm she can't hold back, you just let go completely and mumble out a myriad of frantic cries as your brain muddles into a whited-out void of pleasure--and as you do, Eddie's finger hooks inside your ass to bring you all the way down to the base as you feel that release of fluid burst out and spray indiscriminately all over his lap.

"Shit! Damn, fuckin' gushing for me, you're so fucking gorgeous--ohh, that's a big one, isn't it angel?" His tone has a twinge of mockery to it, shakily pulling out but keeping both hands where they still work, so he can no doubt stand back and watch your pussy continue to weep and gush out that clear fluid all over the plastic-protected floor. His other hand moves clear to see the stream properly but he keeps it on your clit, arm curved around the underside of your belly to keep rubbing more out of you even when there's black edges to your vision and you can't even keep up with Robin's orgasm--you just let her yank your head by the hair and hump your face, unable to keep down her gasps as she spasms and clenches around nothing but rides out that endless pleasure on your flexing tongue.

When she finally manages to stumble back, and breaks that constant assault on her nethers that she definitely thought might melt her brain to mush, you're left panting and starry-eyed with a sticky face, your hair matted down with sweat and slick as you try to let yourself come back down to earth. Your ears barely register Eddie coming around to the other room, but when he appears there in all his half-naked glory, all three sets of eyes widen when he gets a look at the sight waiting for him.

"Buckley?"

Meek and shy now that she's not having her pussy eaten, she just waves, still breathing heavy and hunched over to brace her hands on her knees. But annoyance is not the emotion etched into his face, especially not when he clicks his tongue and moves over to where you're still stuck, a hand soon fisting itself in your hair to yank your sagging head up and get a look at the state of you.

"Ohh, I see....angel here was helping herself, huh? Eating up like a fucking dog?" Robin nods, letting out a soft laugh like she can't actually believe she just did what she did. Maybe it's remorseful, and that stings a little bit....but the feeling isn't dwelled on too long, when Eddie guides his achingly stiff, dripping wet cock towards your mouth, and smirks from above you as he taps it against your lower lip. "There's your bone, pup."

In one long stroke, he splits your lips apart and tests the boundaries of your throat as he squeezes himself all the way to the back of it, the instinctual clench down around him giving him the go-ahead to start moving. He's slow at first, attentive, wanting to warm you up, but you're not that inexperienced and you show him exactly how ready you are by sucking him off so hard he flinches, and snaps his hips forward so suddenly he breaches an even deeper spot that he didn't even think was possible. Eddie keeps thrusting harder, chasing his own pleasure with only a casual interest in your comfort--it's exactly how you like it, head pinned to his hips and throat bulging like you're in Alien.

But then, like a fairy breezing by your skin in the middle of a quiet wood, Robin's fingers brush a few errant strands of hair from your face, and she kneels by the wall you're still a prisoner of to start kissing up and down your jaw to the shell of your ear. Whispering sweet words that drown out the shucking of Eddie resizing your throat to fit his girth, showering you with much-deserved praise that has you spilling and leaking down your legs all over again, like you didn't just squirt so hard you probably soaked the whole floor of the other room.

"Look at you, pretty girl, taking Eddie so well." She croons, grazing her touches over the bulge of your throat as it sinks and stretches, inadvertently causing Eddie to groan as he's stroked off in an even more intense way. "I've never cum that hard in my life, all thanks to this gorgeous mouth. You make love like an angel, baby."

Her voice feels so smooth in your ear, presses down any of those ugly thoughts you might have been keeping in, and makes your mind go so fuzzy again that it doesn't even hurt--the ache in your jaw just kind of simmers down, and the serene relaxation you feel opens up an even deeper path for Eddie to blaze down that has him humping your mouth more erratically than ever, crying out that he's gonna cum, he's gonna cum for you, fuck, he's cumming baby he can't hold back-

"Th-That's it--take it all, swallow, don't think too much about it....just drink it, kay? S'good for you." He moans down at you as he slows to a crawling stop, hips jolting once or twice with an especially good shot of cum, but otherwise he spills into your throat at a feverish pace that matches how good he fucked you from behind. Robin sucks a bruise into your neck, shaking from reciting those dirty words she had memorized to say to you, and gingerly strokes that poor skin of yours to ease the flow of Eddie's cum down into your belly. Warm. Everything's so warm, and while you feel an overwhelming urge to pass out as soon as Eddie unhinges himself from your mouth, a smack of your lips together reignites that bitter taste of cum that instantly has you alert and squirming again for more affection. You don't want it to end yet--please, don't end too soon again.

"Forget the big bedroom--we should leave the glory hole, make it a permanent fixture." He smirks, and squats down to look you in those glazed, hazy eyes. He can see it, see that neediness in you again, made only stronger with Robin sweetly stroking your hair as she fixes her clothes back to normal. The thud of a car door slamming shut has his head swiveling to glance over his shoulder towards the window, curls bouncing back and forth again when he turns his attention back to you. "Now, I need a piss, and a smoke. You wanna come out, or you wanna wait for the others to find you? I heard their car pull up just now."

Now you can hear the distant sounds of the front door opening and closing, shoes being kicked off, Nancy's voice reminding Steve to leave his dirty sneakers on the mat. The heat stirs up again as you remember the last time you saw them....

"Steve's gonna want to have a turn, so's Nancy. Think you can handle all that?" Though you've gotten your release and gotten it good, it still feels like there's something churning up inside you, like there's a pressure in your groin that you need to relieve and it's burning the longer you go without stimulation. You want it bad, so bad, and a whine has Eddie getting to his feet with his hands braced on his knees for balance. "Ah, forgot. Can't relax unless you cum hard enough to pass out, can you?"

You hum in agreement and it induces a chuckle out of your best friend, who while rosy-cheeked and has a look of satisfaction about his glowing skin, seems like he doesn't yet want to leave you even though he needs a bit of time to cool off. "Alright, I'll be back. I love you." He ruffles your hair and kisses the top of your head, before readjusting himself and heading out the door as Robin finally gets back up herself. Even the thought of being alone right now has you wriggling where you're still stuck, but the thumping footsteps climbing the staircase draw that desire back up into your throat.

"Sweet. I, uh....I love you, baby. See you soon."

"You need anything, sweetness?" You shake your head, looking up at Robin with pure, glimmery eyes that don't betray how eager you are to get used as a cumdump for the second time. "Okay. I promise Nancy and Steve'll get you out when you're done, so don't worry. Come sleep in my bed after, okay?"

She's so nice. So sweet. She's your partner now, huh? That's what Eddie said he wanted, and what they wanted, and he wasn't all that clear about it but Eddie's never really that transparent when it comes to his feelings....at least when they're about you. Or maybe you're just not used to his directness being so honest and from the heart, so you don't know whether to take it all as truth or not. But Robin really looks like she's feeling the same as she fixes herself up, nervously fluffs her hair before she fidgets with her belt and swings around to head towards the door. Maybe you could get her to stay....but Steve and Nancy are almost here, and you can bet she needs a little break after you blew her mind. Heh. You really did, didn't you? You really made her feel so good she wants to stay, and that's just....well, it's a first. A really, really, really nice first.

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Can you do #46 for Raphael?

I most certainly can!

"They're gonna hear us." "Then I guess you better be quiet."

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

This was a bad idea.

Well it was also a very very good idea, but still terribly bad.

Staying up with Raphael was always a fun time, it finally meant some alone time once everyone would settle into their beds. Sure enough the hush conversation the two of you were having on couch in the living room had turned into some kissing.

Which eventually turned into a full blown make out session.

You could kiss Raph all day and night, amongst other things. As he kissed you, a slow sensual lip lock, you felt that large wandering hand of his slide onto your inner thigh. He more than felt your breath hitch against your lips. With a confident smirk against your lips you felt your cheeks flush crimson, just the color he loves so much on you. Slowly, feather like much to your enjoyment, he set about dropping soft chaste kisses across your jaw.

Just as that hand made a dangerous path upwards.

Your eyes find the nearest door in your sights and it no less belongs to the resident insomniac of the family. “Raph?” Your hushed albeit breathless voice feels too loud to you in the dark and quiet living area. You felt that treacherous voice of his close to your pulse point, an embarrassing gush of warmth pooling in your underwear. “What baby?” It was soft and smooth against your neck but it’s teasing undertone was very much there. He pressed a palm to your clothed sex, reveling in your much sharper intake of breath. Your eyes still stayed where the lab was.

“Your brother” You whispered with more urgency, even if your legs were spreading.

“Mikey sleeps like the dead,” He gently bit at your neck but you shook your head.

“No no the other one-“ Your eyes rolled back when you felt him sneak a finger into the pant leg of your sleep shorts and find your core.

“Leo? He ain’t waking up” Raph felt your hands smack his arm and then point towards the lab, you were too busy bitting your lower lip to speak. “Donnie? You worried he’s gonna catch us?” He wanted to truly laugh but he muffled said guffaws against your neck.

“He’s totally awake and you know it” It was a breathless reply, your tone going up before you slapped a hand over your mouth. The red banded brute had chosen to slip a thick digit into your heat. “He barely sleeps but he lives in there so we’re good” He licked the spot he bit on your neck before finding your lips and kissing them slowly, just as he hooked a finger and threw a breathy moan from you. There was simply no way you were going to be able to remain silent during this.

Even as a mischievous grin spread across Raph’s scarred lips.

Removing his finger from you, and highly enjoying your needy moan at the loss, he licked it clean. He got off the sofa and knelt in front of you.

Oh hell no.

“Turn around and bend over the couch” He grinned and even in the dimly lit space you could tell he was trying really hard not to laugh at your expense. You nudged him with your foot, barely moving him, but he grabbed your ankle. Fingers played with your skin, and just to drive his point further he placed a kiss on your knee.

“They’re gonna hear us” Was all your quiet suffering voice could manage.

Raph chuckled, large hand massaging your calf. “Then I guess you better be quiet”

You swallowed, another surge of heat filling you up as you got into position. On your knees with your arms resting on the back of the couch you watched the soft lighting in the lab. What if he came out to get a coffee? Or a snack? Or simply because this is home too. Just as nerves began to hit, you felt Raph slide your shorts down and a very enticing sigh left him.

You would kill Donnie if he came out now, you’d throttle him for sure.

Right now this is all your mind could concentrate on. A breathy ‘fuuuck’ that was whispered against your most intimate of places. Those very large hands of his you could never get enough landed on your cheeks, spreading them to his desire and soon enough to felt his hot breath against your folds. He gave a teasing flick of his tongue, enjoying the way you jumped a little. A few more teasing licks just for his own personal greed and enjoyment and you felt his full lips around the sensitive nub. He straight up kissed it, thankful of the meal he was about feast upon.

Meanwhile you where about bite your tongue off. Raph and you have always been vocal so keeping quiet was a true test of abilities, and right now he had the advantage of having his face buried in you.

You bit your forearm, thighs already shaky as he worked you over, tongue dipping into your folds with a groan. For Raph all he cared about was the taste of you, your scent engulfing him and the shudder he get your body give when his tongue dipped inside of you. A deep rumbling churr vibrated against your most intimate of parts, the very sensation of it making a much louder mewl escape you. You covered your mouth, eyes wide as you prayed that nobody had heard that. Raph couldn’t withstand the urge, drinking you like this, having you trying to hold back the desperate sounds of your pleasure. His already throbbing cock was proving to be a distraction, slipping a hand into his own shorts he gripped his hard length and pumped.

That itself made him moan against your cunt, tongue lapping greedily as you began to love your hips seeking more friction. The slick covering his hand wasn’t as good as your own, the way you engulfed him so perfectly and tight.

He needed you.

Flicking his tongue faster he felt you go rigid, thighs shaking and a gush of something so deliciously good hit his tongue. Whenever you came like this, breath still and body trembling, he loved it. Raphael ended your perfect torment with one last long lick.

As you recovered, more red faced than usual from holding in your sounds, you felt his hands travel up your body and grip your breasts. “How ‘bout we see just how quiet ya can be?” You felt him grin against your back.

“There’s no fucking way-“ You barely could finish your sentence when you felt him press up against you, that thick length of his making you whimper. He entered you like that, slow and steady. That first thrust only served to test your abilities to remain silent.

When he picked up speed, slamming into you in quick short thrusts you covered your mouth in hopes to quiet your increasing moans.

But you knew full well that wasn’t going to work for the rest of the night.

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*ASK* Donnie & Raph 3some

@fyreball66 Okay, first off....THANK YOU for the love. Next, THANK YOU for the patience! I hope the wait was worth it. This one is a little...uh...well...it sorta took on a life of its own and got away from me.

Basically, this one is rather long (as Donnie might say): "I have a hard time keeping it short".

***Fully advising all living persons to read at their own risk! All minors just run away screaming.***

To give you a tidbit of insight, I HC that Raph and Don were close as kids, pretty much paling around when it came to porn and developing their own 'language' so the two of them could discuss things without anyone else understanding the naughty shit they were talking about. They couldn't let Leo know, because he might tell. They could let Mikey know...cause Mikey was too lil and had a BIG MOUTH. See...I figure Raph was a big porn-horn-dog and well, Donnie being the internet genius he was a kid could easily get access to it, and so a great brotherly bond was born. I used this HC of mine to write your story to...I hope you find it enjoyable.

You enter the lair carrying your old, has-seen-better-days, computer and make a beeline for Donnie’s lab.  The dreaded blue screen of death showed up this morning and you desperately needed it fixed ASAP!

You find Donnie with his eyes stuck to the microscope, mumbling to himself.  As you draw close, he doesn’t even look up, but greets you all the same, “Hi, Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?”.

With his face stuck to the ocular lenses, he misses the adoring gaze you bestow on him right before you huff a little giggle to yourself, shake your head, and think for the millionth time how easy he is to crush on, “My computer, you can thank it for dying on me”, you sigh regrettably.

Hearing the lamenting in your voice, Donnie’s gaze lifts to your pouting face as you stand cradling your beloved machine close to your chest.  Your eyes pull out their best puppy-dog-sympathy act and silently plead with him to have mercy on your situation.

For a moment, time stands still as Donnie’s mind tries to record your exact look to memory, ‘How can she be so darn cute?  However, no pouting, can’t allow a pout to grace your beautiful face’, he thinks as he swallows a sizeable lump growing in his throat.

With one of his cute chuckles, Don takes the failed unit from you with a smile, “Don’t worry, I’ll fix it in no time”, he murmurs and walks over to his own computer station and begins plugging it up to various cables.  You watch as his talented hands easily flip and rotate the unit, examining it from all angles, and starting to work his undeniable Donnie magic.

*SIGH*…’Why can’t I be a computer?’, you think to yourself as your eyes follow his long fingers sliding and gliding smoothly over the surface of the device, knowing exactly where and how to touch it to get it to respond. 

Ugh!  You would gladly turn into a heaping pile of electronic parts just to have him work his magic on you.  Admittedly, this isn’t the first time you have had this musing, believing if you were a computer that the tall terrapin would find some interest in you.

Not that Donatello ever ignored you!  God, no.  He is one of your best friends!  It’s just that spending so much time, close to him, has your little body craving more than just his hugs, chuckles, and companionship. 

You are starting to really consider inter-species dating, uh…if that is even something that could happen between the two of you? How would you even go about asking that?  Donnie has never brought up any indications of possible love interests for any of the guys, so, it is always a huge question mark hanging in your head if the parts even match up.

Thinking about the guys and their bodies has your body feeling rather heated.  Hell, all of the guys are desirable on some level, but you definitely had two top favorites…Donnie and Raph.  First, there’s Donnie.  And what is not to like there?  Donatello has the mind, the heart, the humor, the body that just seems to go on forever, *sigh* he has it all. 

Then there’s Raph…, well, the damn cocky S.O.B. is hot.  Personality wise he is great… as a friend.  However, you truly believe, you’d end up killing him if you ever dated him.  Yep, it is just safer for him, and those rolling muscles of his, to remain eye candy.  Hmmm, thinking of eye candy has your eyes roaming over the current terrapin in your view.

Your eyes drink in his long, lean frame as it is bent over his computer desk. 

The subtlety of the ripples flowing through the deltoid muscles of his shoulders, those V-shaped triangles finely honed from years of daily katas and flexing with each arm movement.  The equally delectable biceps and triceps firm and bulging, as his fingers danced across his keyboard tether booting your laptop from his computer so that he can run diagnostics. 

You lick your lower lip and draw it in between your teeth as your eyes continue their exploration further down.  You feel your own groin muscles clench as you focus on the bevels etched into his side by the interlocking saw-toothed pattern of his serratus muscles and his external obliques. A slight shiver runs through you as you imagine what it would feel like to run your tongue over those teasing peaks.  As your eyes slide ever lower to that sinfully delicious dip of his waistline, pants always hanging just a little too south of dangerous without his suspenders on, you feel the betrayal-creep of your inner lubrication making its way out to your underwear.

“Careful, I can smell ya”, is whispered directly into your ear by unmistakable rough, cocky voice of Raphael.

FUCKING NINJAS! Your mind screams as your body jumps from the scare!  You never know where they are at any given moment.  Sneaky bastards, the lot of them, but Raph is the worst!  He seems to take immense joy at catching you off guard EVERY SINGLE CHANCE HE GETS! 

“RAPH!”, you yelp out, as your hand swings reflexively to smack at him.  His chuckle is deep and hardy as he easily slides out of your strike zone. Swaying with confidence as he backs away from your frazzled state, moving deeper into Don’s Lab, obviously meaning to stay.

Donnie hears your yelp and glances up to catch the tail-end of the interaction, lifting a brow ridge at the two of you and giving Raph a look, the meaning of which is completely lost on you but seems to be full of meaning for Raphael. 

Raph knows about his brother’s silent crush but also knows his too-socially-cordial brother isn’t going to do anything unless pushed and Raph considers himself just the turtle for that!  Raphael gestures with his hands wide and lifts his shoulders, “Slip’n’Slide and ready ta ride”, is all he says aloud. 

Your own brow quirks up in confusion, but you watch as Donnie apparently understands Raph’s odd dialogue.  Donatello glances between you, Raph and the lines of code running on the computer, replying “You can’t be serious”.

“Dude, ya can’t tell me ya haven’t noticed.  And, by da way, target eggplant set off da sprinklers”, Raph replies, leaning heavily on his knuckles which are planted on the workbench in the middle of the room.  You watch as both sets of green-amber eyes flick between you and the owner of the other set.

Suddenly, Donnie gets very interested in the computer screen, refusing to look back at Raph as he mumbles, “Probably a false alarm. Not unheard of you know.  I highly doubt rough terrain is desired.”.

Raph huffs a snort, “BULLSHIT.  I’ll show ya.  Chili pepper about ta get hot.  If I’m right, ya down fa soup? ‘Cuz I don’t wanna start something if I can’t get a participation badge. Full gaming permissions deferred - obviously, yet optionable, eggplant and honey pot being da main ingredients.”.  Again, two sets of amber eyes flick over to you and then back to each other.

You are thoroughly confused.  They seem to be having a full, meaningful conversation and you aren’t understanding a word of it!  Well…you understand the words themselves, but their meanings are obviously not what they are supposed to be.  It’s like they are speaking another language only they aren’t.

You watch as the cutest smirk passing over Donnie’s face, as he throws a glance over his shoulder to Raph, “Parameters accepted.  I could use a good laugh watching chili pepper crash and burn”, he snorts out a half-hearted laugh.

“Ha!  Get ready ta eat, lil bro, ‘cuz I’m serving it up”, Raph boasts front behind the bench, making a point to lift his large arms wide but flexed.

Donnie slips into his computer chair and typing away at his diagnostic program, smirk still firmly planted on his face, but you sense a change in the atmosphere.  Raphael looks over at you and makes a show of rolling his shoulders before he begins to saunter your way.

‘Great, what is he up to now?’, you think to yourself as you watch his smug face approach you.  He invades your personal space, like he likes to do so often - just to rattle you, his musky scent envelopes you like a cocoon, pressing you down in place, holding you captive, then he lets his eyes dip and trail down your body.  As he brings his emerald orbs back up to stare into your eyes, his thick muscular arm shoots out around you, startling you.

“Easy there, princess, just locking the door”, Raph coos down at you, only half hiding the gleeful smile splitting his face from causing you to ‘jump’ from his actions.

He moves behind you, placing himself between the door and you, making you feel a little oppressed and cornered.  You shift uncomfortably while he stands so dominant in your space, then he starts advancing, “Ya see, I have dis theory…”, he monologues to you, while rubbing his sizable palms together, “…dat there’s  somethin’ that yer keepin’ secret.”.

With his larger-than-life frame steadily invading your space, you unconsciously move to compensate, giving up ground and moving further into the lab…backing closer to Donnie.  For the life of you, you can’t figure out what the big brute is going on about, “What are you talking about, Raph?”.

“Hmmm…”, the deep bass of his voice reverberating out of his chest, all the while sounding like a predatory rumble, causing damn tingling sensations to dance a trail below your waistline.  Suddenly, he steps hard and direct into your space, putting you off balance, and since your legs are now flush with the side of Donnie’s seated posture, you fall back hard into Donatello’s lap. 

For just a second, you looked around confused as to why you didn’t fall very far and just as you realize Donnie’s lap had saved you, Raphael’s grinning face closes in, bringing his mouth close to your neck, “…I believe ya find us sexually arousing, princess.”, he purred out close to your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

Despite the unfamiliar spot you find yourself in, Raph’s actions, the heavy musk in the air, and his ultra-close proximity have caused another fresh flow of inner fluids to escape into your panties.  To add to your dilemma, your nipples start to strain against your thin laced bra, joining the mutiny.  Damn your betraying body!

“Wh-what?...why? Why do you say that?”, you replied, flustered beyond belief to be sitting in Donnie’s lap, while Raph’s enormous frame cages you down, looking directly in your eyes, waiting for verbal confirmation. 

Your eyes wide with shock and embarrassment, look around to Donnie for help.  He had moved his one arm to help catch your fall, but his other hand is still steadying typing data into the keyboard, seeing your confusion while taking note of the delicate colors of your eyes, he offers an explanation, “I believe he’s referring to your pheromones.  They are quite…(clears throat)…potent today.”.

“Don’t be coy, Don.”, Raphael purrs out, leading straight into a body vibrating churr, “basically, sweetheart, we can smell ya. Dat scent leakin’ out is tellin’ me ya want ta get your freak on wit’ da freaks.  Dat yer hot for some turtle.”, he licks his plump lips as his eyes trace circles around the nipple peaks begging to be set free, he looks back at you, “Probably been thinking ‘bout it for awhile now.”.

Feeling like cornered prey, you can’t help the reflexive swarm that twists through your body, which causes Donnie to need to shift his position under you before he starts adding to the uncomfortable situation.

It’s all Donnie can do to keep focused on the computer screen.  Raph said he was going to serve and deliver, and it is starting to seem like maybe Raph’s ‘theory’ is correct.  Your scent has magnified tenfold in the short time that Raph marched you back into his lap.  Could you actually find them sexually appealing? Of all the time he spent imagining shared pleasurable time with you, he never truly believed it could ever happen.  Yet, here you were, flaring red hot in pheromones and other scents, seemingly responding to Raphael’s advances.

“Uh…”, you lick your parched lips and try to scoot back further into Donnie’s lap to put some breathing distance between you and this wall of muscle huffing at your neck, “well…I…uh”, damn what do you do?  You are seemingly caught between a proverbial rock (of muscle) and a growing hard place in Donnie’s lap. Well…you have been wondering if it was possible, and here was your chance to find out, literally, staring you straight in the face.

You swallow hard and think well…fuck it…either I say yes and this either turns out to all be a ploy for Raph to have another good laugh at my expense (what’s new there?), or I end up having my cake of Donnie and eating it too with Raph.

With your mind made up, you twist in Donnie’s lap to face him.  Your tiny hands rise to grip the upper lip of his plastron, needing to ground yourself before taking the leap you’re about to take, and you look into his golden amber eyes magnified by his glasses, having always adored the green flecks that are sprinkled like confetti throughout them, and addressed him directly, “Yes, I’m attracted to you.  And, yes, I have been for a while. I just wasn’t sure…um…if it was a possibility, you know,”, you shrug your tiny shoulders from doubt, “if you thought about…, if we could…”, you trail off unsure of how to continue.

“HA!”, Raph’s hand smacks the back of Donnie’s shell hard, causing the entire chair to jostle and groan, “I KNEW IT!”, he continues to boast but his commentary is all but lost on Donnie. 

In the matter of two seconds for you to finish your sentence and Raph’s hand to collide with his shell, his mind had lost all interest in the computer issue, analyzes, and commits to memory the feeling of your warm fingertips brushing across his scales just over his plastron, and moved through various positions and locations he wants to take you in!

Donnie’s mouth crushes to your’s in a flash.  Your breath is literally stolen from the force of his kiss, his tongue urgently demanding entry.  As his kiss deepens, and his lips stay firmly attached to you, he quickly stands up from the chair, cradling you to his abdomen, and throws a back-kick sending the chair across the lab.

Raph watches the sudden change in disbelief.  DAMN.  Who knew his baby bro had that much ferocity in him?  Raph looks between the now toppled chair and Donnie’s departing back, “Uh…Don…”.

Donnie quickly walks with you to the lab door, unlocks it, and departs out of the room, leaving Raphael staring in shock.  Raph is not exactly sure what just happened, or what he should do now, sex-crazed Donatello is new territory for him, “Um, Don…where ya goin’?”, Raph calls after his baby brother.

Raph hears a half growled, half worded response: “I ALWAYS WANTED TO TRY THIS.”

Raphael follows and finds growling and muffed giggling sounds coming from the open door to the bathroom.  Quickly, he enters and closes the door behind him, “Dude! Ya gonna wake the whole lair!  What da hell are we doin’ in da bathroom?”, he asks just moments before Y/N is shoved into his empty arms.

“Shower!”, Donnie replies before tripping out of his boots, disappearing into the shower stall and turning on water spray.  He returns out of the stall to see Raph and Y/N looking curiously at him, in his now wet pants.  “What?”, he asks to their curious looks. “I’ve always wanted to try it in the shower and, well, this is going to be quite messy…so…two birds, one stone type of thing”, he replies with a shrug.

Raph chuckles deeply, “Bro, is yer dick taking all da blood from yer brain? Ya just walked into da shower wit’ yer pants on. I ain’t even gonna mention yer bandana ‘n glasses.”, he snorts.  “Here”, Raph passing Y/N back to Donatello, “lemme show ya how it’s done”.

As you sit cradled in the arms of your favorite tall terrapin, his brawny brother starts to remove his coverings.  First, he slips one of his sais out of its leather strap, makes a show of twirling it before placing it between his teeth with a wink to you.  Next, he slides out of his leather chest harness, the heavy weight of the leather and buckles echoing around the bathroom’s interior in a resounding thug and clank as the chest adornment is discarded to the floor.  “Put her down, Don”, Raph instructs his brother, around the sai in his mouth, as his meaty knuckle gloves are stripped from his hands.

As Donnie lowers you to stand in front of him, you’re facing Raph who hasn’t torn his gaze from you, holding you captive that intense stare of his.  With a sniff and a snort, his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his shorts and he drops them to the floor. Dear God, his going commando!  Stepping straight out of them, he closes in, holding your gaze, while your eyes desperately fight to stay north of the monster jugging out from behind his legs. He’s within inches of you, you can feel the heat radiating off the wall of muscle.  You watch mesmerized as his hands lift to the knot at the back of his skullcap, and just for a split second you watched uncertainty streak across his gaze, right before he yanked the red covering off and tossed it to the side with an alpha snort. 

You have never seen him like this before.  Damn…what the difference that mask makes!  If he looked scary before, now he could down right stop a grown man’s heart from fear if he chose to.  The full forest green tones of his upper face were on full display...and terrifyingly beautiful.  His crown was covered in raised scales, resembling a very muted version of gator scales, none of his other brothers had that!

For a moment he continues to stare at you, before he removes the sai from between his teeth and adverts his eyes to watch it twirl in his hand.  You can sense a bit of his bravo is gone, seemingly waiting for your reaction.  “Raph”, you release in a breathy exhale, the awe is fully apparent in your voice, “you’re…beautiful”.

Like the flip of a switch…just like that, Mr. Cocky is back!  You suddenly find the tip of the sai poised under your chin, keeping your face lifted to see that side-cocked smirk that he is infamous for, he licks plump lips very slowly, thoroughly enjoying drawing out the moment, “Ya think so?”, he murmurs out as the tip of the sai draws a line down your delicate throat, peeking into the collar of your shirt and lifting it out ever so slightly.

The sharp intake of breath over your shoulder reminds of you the slender terrapin that has been sniffing, kissing and caressing your head, neck and shoulders this entire time.  With another hardy chuckle Raph kneels down, even at his lowered stance he’s still eye level with your upper chest, and he slides the end of the sai’s cold steel under the hem of your t-shirt, caressing the skin underneath, and looking up at Donnie.

“I think she’s got entirely too many clothes on, wouldn’t ya say lil bro?”, Raphael’s deep rumbling voice purrs out right before he expertly flips the end of the sai around, sliding in between the leg wraps that he wears for battle and his scaled skin.  With the flick of his wrist, the wraps fall in unison to the floor, removing the only remaining cloth from Raphael’s body.  “Now, I could easily remove yer clothes, sweetheart, but ya wouldn’t have much ta walk home in after…”, he addresses you again, as the cool metal of the sai returns to trail a line of goosebumps across your belly.

Understanding that Big Red means business you quickly lift your arms over your head in a silent gesture for Donnie to lift your shirt off. 

Taking his cue, Donnie’s long fingers snake in under your hemline but don’t stop there.  Sure, he could just pull the garment off, but there are so many tactile sensations to experience along the way. 

His fingertips dragged up each of your sides, gliding over your skin (much like they had before with your laptop), dipping over the curves of your ribs, and pushing the shirt up as they pulled higher. 

The smoothness of your flesh excites him and he moans into your ear right before he finished pulling the shirt off.  He discards the top quickly and, just as hurriedly, wraps his long arms around your torso, crushing your back into his plastron, while his right hand pulls your jaw to the side to engulf your mouth in another fevered kiss.

With Donnie distracting you, Raphael takes the opportunity to continue removing your clothes. Flicking the button of your shorts, he peels the opening back with a purr.  Dipping down he buries his snout into the opening and draws your scent in with the powerful intact of his massive lungs.  The scent of a sexually receptive female hitting his brain like a drug, he rolls his head, his pupils are blown wide, and a forceful churr rolls out of his throat.  Being that is he so close to your lower half, the shaking waves of his churr penetrate through your skin, vibrating your insides and causing your pussy to throb and gush.

Donatello whimpers into your mouth at your fresh scent soaking into the air.  You moan into his mouth, tongue caressing over his, mentally begging him to take his talented tongue lower.  As Raphael helps you step out of your shorts, panties, and sandals, one of Donnie’s hands slams down hard and fast over your now naked sex…with a muffed growl.

Tearing himself away from you swollen lips, his eyes laser focus in on where his hand is resting. Wanting to be the first to taste your tantalizing scent, his fingers glide easily between your soaked folds, drawing out your wetness. A string of mumbled curses fall from his lips as he lifts his fingers to his mouth. 

Reverently, his tongue reaches out to lap at the slick wetness glistening on his digits.  You watch captivated by the motion, the first touch of his tongue gathering your essence from his finger, the slip of the tongue back into his mouth, feeling, the rather than hearing, the rumble spread through his body, and then his lust darkening eyes looking down at you…’oh, fuck’, is all your mind can process before a feral, snarling Donnie literally rips your bra from your body.

Seeing his, normally, very docile brother’s reaction has Raphael extremely curious, so he nuzzles his beak down into your mound, jutting out his long tongue and gathering a bit of you for himself. 

Your legs nearly buckle as you feel a very large, wet appendage pull across your aching sex.  You moan and drop more heavily into Donnie’s arms and wanting to reach out and hold Raph’s head to your center; however, the large brute is already rising from his knees.  “Here, give her ta me, let’s get dis shower started”, he murmurs in a voice so husky from lust you swear its dropped several octaves.  He steals your weight from Donnie’s arms and starts walking towards the shower stall.

In his more animalistic, less mentally attuned state, Donatello immediately tries to follow.  Raph firmly stops him with a hand to the middle of his slender brother’s plastron, “DUDE!  Yer PANTS!”, he grouses while shaking his head, “…and we call ya the genius one!”.

You moan at the feel of the warm water rushing over your sensitive skin as Raph hugs you from behind, pushing his firming erection into the crease of your ass cheeks and enjoying the sliding friction offered there. “Fuckkkkk me!”, his gravely voice moans into you ear, “I knew dis shit would feel good, but, FUCK, gurl I think ya are gonna kill me, and dis fine ass…”, he emphasizes with a hard smack which causes you to yelp in shock,” has already got Genius out der *fucked up*.”.  Biting his lower lip and groaning, he dips his mouth down to taste the honey pot of your sex swollen pucker.

Hastily, Donatello strips out of his cargos, peeling and flinging his bandana and glasses (to God knows where), before joining Y/N and Raphael under the hot spray.  He sees that Raph has already claimed your lips, so he moves in close to explore the chest that he got a quick glimpse of earlier.

Your breath shoots out into Raphael’s devouring mouth as you feel Donnie latch on to one of your nipples.  Instinctively, you hand reaches to the back of his head and pushes his snout deeper into your fleshy breast, wanting him as-close-as-fucking-possible.  You wanted to feed him with yourself.  His sinful tongue dances around your perk peak while simultaneously trying to suck your soul out through the areola. 

You whimpered and huffed into Raphael’s mouth, your desire was palatable on his tongue.  A devilish chuckle purred out of him as he pulled back to drink in your sex blown eyes, “Good, is he?”.  “Here..”, Raph reached up and grasped your other breast, firmly squeezing it, kneading it, before jiggling it temptingly to his brother, “…don’t forget to have a balanced meal.”.

Donnie gnarled in response, like a dog with a bone, abandoning the original nipple to snap so hard and quickly at the one Raph was offering, he nearly bit Raphael’s finger.  “Ohhhh….yeah, he’s hungry”, Raph purred into your ear, still steadily pumping his now fully engorged cock between your ass cheeks.

You can feel the slick of his precum coating your cervice.  Feeling the intensity of the situation and needing more, your started to grind back on his lap, causing each upward slide of his cock to slip further in your ass’s cleft, skirting across the sensitive outer ring of your anus.

First time you knew he felt your backside pucker kiss at the head of his dick, he let loose a snarl, grabbing your jaw, lifting your chin high to stare back into his eyes, “Woman…dat’s a dangerous game, I’m tryin’ ta hold it ta’gether here.  I promised Genius, who's currently sucking dem tiddies raw, dat I’d behave.”.

Without realizing it a pout develops on your face and a defeated whimper escapes you, Donnie’s eyes zero-in on the pout on your face, causing a snarl to erupt from him.

“No.”, he barks back at Raphael.  He’s huffing through a clenched jaw as he rising to his full height and firmly grabs you under the arms, lifts you, and slams you back into Raph’s plastron, causing Raphael to reflexively hold you in place.  Donatello steps close to nuzzle his snout deep into your neck, purring, whining, kissing your sensitive skin, finally he pulls back and searches your gorgeous eyes for a moment, his hormone-fogged mind fighting to make the right choice to keep your face from pouting, then he turns a hard stare at Raph over your shoulder, “ANYTHING she wants, she GETS!”, his growls, the clicking undertones…unmistakably threatening.

For a moment Raph is stunned, hell, you are too.  Sweet, loving, cordial, docile Donnie just ferally threatened his big behemoth hot-head of a brother….AND IT WAS FUCKING HOT!

Swallowing hard, Raphael glances at you to make sure everything’s okay, to which you give a small shrug, “Yeah, sure, Don, she’s da princess, whateva she wants”,  Raph replies placatingly.

Donatello’s harsh gaze never leave’s Raphael’s eyes until he drops down to his knees to go in for another taste of you.  You gasp audibly as Donnie’s mouth starts to explore your folds as Raph still holds you stationary in the air.

Raph leans in close to your ear, careful to keep his voice low, “See. Ya fuckin’ broke him. Dat’s some dangerous pussy ya got der.’’, he chuckles darkly.

Donnie’s tongue slips between your seeping folds with vigor.  He moans as more of your essence slides down his throat, the flavor something he could never have imagined.  Deeper he pushes his tongue, massaging up the sides in your canal, finding that elusive spot inside, causing you to swarm in Raph’s arms.  The moment that Donatello’s mouth closes around your clit, you buck sharply and Raph nearly loses his grip on you, “careful! If ya fall and get bruised I’m sure he’ll skin me alive”, he admonishes, but you are too close to the edge now to hear him.

Your head rolls back into his shoulder, as strangled groan starts to seep out of you.  “Ah, Genius found da boom button, huh?”, he kisses to your temple.  He grins down at his brother virtually eating you alive between your legs and eggs him on, “Don, she’s about ta blow, think ya can do betta’ than dat?”.

The next thing you know, all of Donnie’s focus is suckling your tiny nub.  Feeling your insides start to squeeze taunt and shake, your eyes widen, and your arms shoot up around Raph’s thick neck to hold on tight.  Your legs start to quake involuntarily, signaling Raphael to tighten his grip. Raph’s grip on you becomes bruising as your inner world explodes as one of Donnie’s thumbs slips into your canal while his face continues to shake over your clit.

Your orgasm rolls over you like a consuming storm.  Your nails dig into Raphs thick hide as your hips rock with abandon.  Watching you lose it in his arms, has Raphael horny as fuck.  He captures your moaning mouth and dranks down your verbal release, relishing feel your tiny body jerking and quaking against his own, “Mmmmm….”, he moans against your lips, “fuck, I gotta see dat again”.  Considering that Don is still firmly planted between Y/N’s legs and longingly licking soothing strokes with his tongue over your still pulsating pussy, Raph figures that is a pretty safe request.

“Raph”, you plead up to him, jerking your hips for his attention.  “What?”, he purrs against your temple, “what does da princess want?”. 

Now that you’re calming down, it feels safe to enough to support your weight with just one of his arms, so he snakes the other ones around to fondle your breasts.  You coo at him, licking your swollen lips, looking like the most salacious temptress that ever fucking lived, causing his blood to boil and his cock to seep. “Ah, fuck, baby gurl….ya gotta have mercy on me and tell me whatcha want from me”.

“Fuck, Raph, I want to feel you between my ass cheeks again….please!”, you breath huskily at him.

A rumble rolls through his chest, as the hand fondling your breasts disappears beneath you.  He nuzzles his snout into the side of your head and whispers with ragged breath in your ear, “Ya wanna feel me here?”, he asks allowing his fingertips to glide through your ass crease, slick as fuck from your own release.

“Mmmm…” you moan and nod your head for confirmation.  “Ya sure?”, his smug face asks teasingly, “ya sure ya want to feel my FAT cock hotdoggin’ des plump cheeks of yers?”, smacking your ass for emphasis.  Again, you hum your approval while rocking your hips against Donnie’s kissing lips.

“Baby gurl, ya gotta be sure ‘cuz it’s pretty slick back der, ya never know what slip up and happen…, he murmurs to you, and as the word ‘slip’ leaves his devilish lips, the finger gliding teasingly between your ass cheeks slips into your anus, plunging deep as he bites as your lips as they start to moan.

Suddenly, Donnie rising out of his pussy worship posture to lean in from the front, seeking more of your kisses.  The taste of you is all over his mouth.  His tongue slides in, virtually tongue fucking your welcoming mouth.  As Raph still cradles you, rubbing your ass, and fingering your back hole, you feel lost in euphoria.  Your hands desperately grasp for Donnie’s shoulders, wanting to touch what your eyes had visually roamed over just earlier.  Feeling the firm rounds of his deltoids under your fingertips has you whimpering with want.

Donatello’s mind flares in denial at the sound of your whimpering, his girl shouldn’t want for anything, grasping his cock firmly he pumps it a few times before lining it up with your swollen heat. “Te requiro”, you hear him mumble against your kissing lips.  “Huh?”, you reply before feeling his long shaft entering your tight core.  He sinks in slowly, allowing your body to give in freely to him, as his snout strokes across your jawbone, peeking up to take in the wanton desire on your face as you slowly accept him.

When he finally hilts deep, pushed up behind your cervix, you takes the weight of you out of Raphael’s hands.  He keeps your back flush against Raph’s plastron, using Raph’s massive body as leverage to keep you pinned and free-floating between them.

The tightness of your canal is almost suffocating.  He thought he knew what to expect, hell he’d researched the subject enough in his youth, but actually being encased in a small human vagina is way more overly stimulating than even he could have imagined.  His astute mind is desperately fighting to remain in control while being overwhelmed by all the new data.

Your quivering insides quickly recover and move from shocked to demanding.  You roll your hips into Donnie’s shaft, earning a low moan from him in return, “Vos sentio bonum”, he groans into your neck. “Huh?”, you reply again, but your only answer is Donnie’s hips starting to pump in and out of you freely.  His lengthy cock pulling pleasure with stroke, angling back and up, seeking its target.  He hisses as shaft finds its mark, causing your vaginal walls to clench down tightly in anticipation.  Faster he pumps, feeling your body respond, starting to flex and massage him from the inside, another burst vocals streams out of his mouth, “Mihi opus est ad te quotidie vilis!”.

You lift you face back to Raph, quirking up your brow, confused by the odd words coming out of Donnie’s mouth.  Raph rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge between his nose, “Don, dude, I think ya’ve slipped into latin, or some shit, and we’re not understandin’ shit yer sayin’”.

Despite the heat of the moment, you find yourself laughing hardily at the day and night antics of your two fuck buddies.  How is it that annoyingly cocky, hot-headed Raph has been come the solid, reliable one and sweet, genteel, mastermind-in-a-clinch Donnie is having streaks of tamelessness and mental malfunctions?

“Oh, ya think its funny, do ya?”, Raph hums into your ear, “well, like I said before, ya break it, ya buy it. He’s yer problem now, and when Leo ‘n dad want ta know what’s wrong wit’ him, I’m sending them yer way!”, he smacks your ass again, quick and sharp, earning to shrill yelp from you. “Now…”, he says, sucking his tongue across his teeth, “I do believe ya asked me fer somethin’ and, accordin’ ta the artist formally known as Genuis here, I must give ya anythin’ ya ask for.”.

With Donnie still pounding away at your pussy, you swear he’s still mumbling latin under his breath, you can feel another startlingly hard shaft being teased between your ass cheeks.  To be as encouraging as possible, you lean back and make sure to lick at the side of Raphael’s neck as he continues to tease you both with the tip of cock.

Raph uses precum spread between your plush tush, angling his shaft up as to slide in easily as Donnie pushes you into him.  He allows a few strokes to tantalize and tease your outer ring, working you up for entry.  Your breathing starts to become deeper the more he rocks his hips into, pushing ever-so-slightly at your backend pucker.  He rubs his large palms down your hips and on your thighs, petting and stroking you into submission. His breathes are coming as hot huffs from his mouth that dance across the back of your shoulders.  Just as he can feel your body giving in, he reaches around rubbing circles around your clit as he sinks the head of his cock past your breaking point.

You both moan in unison and Donnie hisses at the added pressure to your vaginal canal.  Knowing things aren’t probably going to last much longer, Raph starts steadily rocking into you, slowly gain entry centimeters at a time. “Fuck…”, he moans into your ear, “baby gurl, dis ass is heaven, I’m not gonna last long”.  Enjoying the filling sensations, the extra pressure pushing Donnie’s cock further forward and being a constant pressure point on your inner nerve bundle, you swarm in ecstasy, and push back taking in as much of Raphael’s massive cock into your ass as you can.

The churr rumbling out of him only adding to the euphoria of the moment, which quickly doubles as Donnie’s own churr echos in response. 

The brothers start working in unison, making sure to give you as much of them as possible with each stroke.  Donnie having been enjoying your tightest the longest is starting to lose it.  “Y/N, I’m about to cum…ah…”, streams out of his mouth but your body can already be tell he is hitting his peak and, apparently, wants to do it with him.  Out of nowhere you feel your insides clamp down as the tether in your abdomen pulled tight.  As your release starts to rock you, your vaginal walls undulate around Donnie’s shaft sending him over the edge. Feeling you shake and quiver in his arms again, has Raph chasing behind the two of you quickly.  Big Red’s thrusts because sharp and quick. He pops the head of his cock in and out of your ass ring repeatedly, enjoying the added sensation of breaking the surface over and over again. Finally, his hefty cock sinks deep as the first streams of ejaculate shoot out of him, leaving him roaring in satisfaction.  He continues to slowly pump his hips lazily through one of the best orgasms he’s ever had, biting his lip as he grabs the thick flesh of your ass in appreciation.

The three of you thoroughly spent, stand motionless under the spray of the shower.

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Freaky Ahhhh Headcanons

Wally Clark x AFAB!Reader

Warings: This is just pure smut. Oral (both giving and receiving) Overstimulation. Face sitting. Public Exhibition. Slight Dacryphilia. Kinda Rough. I think that's it.

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This man is a Freak with a capital F. Jaw dropping, eyes rolling back, sheet grabbing, pantie dropping, pussy dripping freak. 

Munch Munch Munch, idc if it's an outdated term it’s the only way i can describe him. He’d have you on your back or stomach for hours while he lays between your legs. He won't stop until you’re begging and crying for mercy. (I need a lobotomy)

With that being said he would beg you to sit on his face. He doesn't care how light or heavy you are, he needs your full weight pressed against him while he eats you out from below. He’d make a complete mess of you. Have you doubled over, body limp as you try to pull your hips away only for him to pull you back down begging to make you cum just one more time. 

He’s a romantic but the poor guys been dead for 40 years and there aren't a lot of options in the school so forgive him if he's a little selfish at first. He’d absolutely destroy you, a rough brutal pace while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. 

On that note he's very vocal. Loves telling you how beautiful you are especially when you’re on your knees for him. “Fuck baby, you look so beautiful taking me down your throat like that.” Said as he wipes away the tears gently running down your face. (Again SOMEBODY SEDATE ME)  

After your first time together he wouldn't know how to keep his hands off you. The memory of you beneath him constantly playing on repeat in his mind. 

He loves the idea of showing you off and since the living cant see either of you he uses it to his advantage. He will fuck you anywhere and everywhere. Over a desk in the middle of an active class? Why the hell not? In the pool while the swim teams practicing? He's diving right in. Teachers lounge while the sad sacks sit around drinking coffee? Absolutely. 

Lets not forget about the resets. The body never changes aka infinite energy. Round after round after round. 

(Okay I’m done. I wrote this at work so sorry if it's shitty. Honestly I think I'm losing my mind. Like actually clinically insane. I think it’s time I call my therapist. Happy valentines day 😚 💞)

─── 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 !  ۫ ִ ׂ ˒

❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. the brothers get rather distracted by your revealing clothes as you walk around the fall — dressed up in your bunny outfit for your shift during the three-day bunny event.

❝ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. lucifer, mammon, levi, beel x female reader.

❝ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. sub!reader. further tags are down below.

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

⌗ MEAN DOM!LUCIFER, DOGGY STYLE, SLIGHT EXHIBITIONISM, HAIR PULLING, DEGREDATION; NAME CALLING: SLUT, SPANKING, POSSESSIVENESS, EDGING, DUBCON.

“i said,” a gloved hand pulls your head back by your hair — leaving your scalp tingling due to the pleasurable pain. “how many?”

you knew what he meant by his demanding question, however answering him when you have been caught off guard by all the things that have happened in a span of one minute, was quite impossible.

lucifer left you no escape; his large body caging yours against the wall while one hand gathered both of your wrists behind your back.

you had no time to react at all, though you should have expected this outcome the moment your eyes met his as you served the customers outside. his irises were shining a deep and dark red — a specific color that you hadn't seen them glow ever before.

his jaw was clenched the whole time while he watched the demons' every move. the eldest hated the way you were more than oblivious to their inappropriate staring and flirting. if he could, he would have fucked you right in front of them to show who you belonged to, but he wasn't about to risk his reputation due to some low life.

“speak up.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head once you felt lucifer slam his hips against yours with much force — pushing your chest even more against the surface he bent you over.

“fif— fifteen..!” every slap against your ass made your legs shake. every touch left your senses overstimulated. you weren't sure if you had answered correctly, though you also couldn't care less when his cock was touching every single one of your sweet spots.

“wrong.” lucifer answers using a cold tone, his hand harshly coming down onto the same spot. seeing you squirm under his touch made him smirk, yet his eyes were filled with resentment and anger the second he thinks back to the scenario which led to it all.

“fucking slut.” the avatar of pride mutters as he continues to pound into you from behind. the lewd sounds coming from down below must have been heard by the customers sitting on the other side of the wall — even with the music playing in the background.

“you were waiting for this, weren't you?” his hips came to halt for a second or two; the fat tip of his dick pressing against your deepest part. “waiting for me to fuck you like this.”

you could hear a low chuckle sounding from behind you, however you were too focused on bringing yourself to your orgasm by wriggling your hips back on his cock. “that didn't mean that you were allowed to move.”

lucifer fully pulled out of you — leaving you whining at the empty feeling. his hand released your wrist only to forcefully grab your jaw, making you look up at him.

“sluts like you don't get to cum so fast. you will have to earn it. we're starting over; and this time, i'll let you cum if you answer correctly.”

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

⌗ GROPING, BLOWJOB, DIRTY TALK, HE TAKES A FEW PICTURES OF U, PREMATURE EJACULATION. HE CUMS A LOT..

mammon spreads his legs wider on the couch he was sitting on as he tries to keep his phone steady. it was the same couch which a group of customers had been sitting on not too long ago.

the white-haired demon had been waiting on the opportunity to get you on your knees— stuffing your mouth full of his cock until you couldn't think about anyone or anything but him.

mammon wasn't subtle in showing how jealous he was of other customers who interacted with you. he would come interrupt your conversations from time to time, only to non-chalantly lay a hand on your ass from behind as he continued talking to the other demons.

his slender fingers played with the fishnets you were wearing; sometimes he'd twist and pull them off your skin before letting them fall back onto place. mammon loved seeing you slightly jump in embarassment at his actions.

“shit. you look beautiful suckin' me off like this.” a breathy chuckle escapes his lips, yet it was quickly replaced by a strangled moan once you teased the tip of his throbbing dick by letting your tongue brush over the sensitive spot.

mammon was reluctant to close his eyes — to focus on the pleasure. he needed to savor the sight in front of him; you, on your knees in your bunny outfit, as you struggle to fit all of him down your throat; your breasts pushed up together which he could easily take a peek at.

but most importantly; the bunny ears. that said accessory was threatening to fall off your head due to the continuous movement and probably also because of the second oldest holding onto the back of your head for support.

it was all driving him insane. mammon was quick to take a few pictures of your position in-between his legs: he is already thinking about the many times that he is going to use those lewd images to jerk off whenever he's alone.

one look at the pictures can make him cum in his pants for sure.

your sudden muffled whimpers made him snap back into reality. mammon hadn't realized that he had reached his own climax already — his hips were automatically bucking up into your mouth, forcing the loads of semen down your throat.

you had swallowed most of it while the white haired demon in front of you muttered a couple curses from under his breath as he pulled out. the rest of the liquid dripped down the corner of your lips, down to your chin.

catching your breath, you slowly looked up at the second oldest who was as caught off guard as you were. you used your index finger to wipe some of the cum off your lips — all while holding eye contact with him.

“fuckfuckfuck.” mammon groans the moment he feels himself needing to cum again. “don't — don't look at me like th— fuck!” before you realized what was happening, you felt the warm liquid stain your face. it kept going on for what felt like a couple seconds; all until your entire face and chest area were covered in his semen.

“that.. is fuckin' hot. wait, don't move. s— stay like that... need to take a pic first.”

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍

⌗ JEALOUS DOM! LEVI, BREAST PLAY, TAIL FUCKING, OVERSTIMULATION, CUMSHOTS, PUSSYJOB KINDA, SLIGHT HINT TO DOUBLE PENETRATION.

“keep.. quiet..” leviathan grumbles in-between moans. his tongue was swiftly circling your perked up nipple while his fingers massaged and pulled on the other one.

it was nearly impossible to comply since your mind went blank. the only thing you could focus on was the way his cold tail explored every spot of your insides — leaving not a single space untouched, all while you could feel levi's hardened cock brush against your clit with every movement of his.

“unfair. so unfair.” leviathan frowns as he continues to tease your nipples. you could feel his warm cum from earlier slide from your abdomen down to your dripping cunt.

even the demon himself doesn't know how many times he has already orgasmed from just pleasuring you. levi loves seeing the different facial expression you can make, thus why he decided to give you maximum pleasure by sucking on your breasts while his tail does most of the work.

“they got to see that side of yours first.” the third oldest huffs after slightly biting down your sensitive bud. he was probably still jealous about the fanservice you had given a male customer at the start of your shift.

leviathan swore that he had never felt such strong envy before. it was his first time seeing you in such a revealing bunny outfit, therefore he also wanted to be the first one that you got to flirt with in those specific clothes.

why did it have to be just another regular demon instead of him? that low life doesn't deserve your praise and affectionate words.

“it should have been me. only i can pleasure you this good.” levi glares up at you as his mouth was still attached to your breasts. the soft feeling against his lips and your erotic moans were more than enough to let him grind against your pussy again. “a- and i'll prove it.”

the sudden change in speed made you scream out his name repeatedly. you felt his tail reach as far as it could with each swift and hard thrust — you felt it curl inside of you so it could press against all your sweet spots once again.

“l— levi! too much!” you cry out, however your pleas fell on deaf ears. the purple haired demon was far too gone into the pleasure as he focused on cumming again. however, this time he had other plans.

leviathan unexpectedly positioned his cock near your wet and already filled hole, sensing a mixture of his slick and yours cover his tip. your eyes widened at the realisation of what he was about to try.

“i'll fuck you so good that you'll forget all about the others you've seen today. you're going to think of only me and my cum stuffing you full by the end of it.”

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁

⌗ PUSSYDRUNK BEEL, ORAL RECEIVING (F), MANHANDLING.

you let out a slight gasp once you felt two large hands drag you by your middle while you were walking towards the room where you held most of your breaks.

there was a slight moment where your surroundings were completely unknown as it was still dark — however one thing you immediately recognized was the very familiar demon in front of you. you could easily recognize him by his cologne.

“i need you..” the sixth oldest murmurs absent-mindedly. his hand was already cupping your pussy through the leather fabric; he had to get rid of it as soon as possible or he'll lose it right here and now.

in fact, he had been on the verge of snapping ever since you walked around in that bunny outfit, serving customers their drinks which he made behind the bar - giggling at every comment they made, the sound of your heels tapping against the floor each time you walked past him to get to another table and the little white tail plastered near your ass which slightly moved with each step.

he must taste you. he needs to know how it would be like to just eat you out in that appealing outfit.

there was a single sound of a tear which echoed throughout the room, making your eyes widen at the sudden air brushing against your pussy. beel swiftly disregarded the material he ripped off in one go and placed you down on the table.

his thumb grazed over your hole teasingly, gathering your slick to get an early taste of it. “delicious. can't wait anymore.” his eyes watched your face contort with every slight touch of his. he wondered what kind of faces you would be making once he was fully eating you out.

that question of his was sooner than later answered as he let his tongue slowly tease your cunt. beel gulped a bit — the need to be rougher on you grew stronger with each second he stared at your pussy clenching onto nothing.

his big hands seperated your legs from each other even more, his palms holding onto your thighs while he hurriedly buries his head in-between them. beelzebub wasted no time in sucking and licking onto your pussy as if there was no tomorrow.

your back arched upwards due to the sudden and strong friction — almost completely lifting your upper body from the surface you were situated on. “b— beel!! mngh, fuck!”

the avatar of gluttony hummed against you in response. he was way too focused on the taste of the juices your cunt released. oh, he couldn't wait to taste your cum and then pound his aching cock into you afterwards to make you orgasm and release even more of that delicious slick.

the pants of his own bunny outfit were already too tight for him at the crotch area ever since you came out of the changing room moments before your shift started. beel has waited on this for way too long and he was going to take his sweet time in enjoying you.

he craved for your addictive voice to beg him for more. to beg him to fuck you until you can't take another step.

you looked at the demon down below and could only whimper at that passionate and almost feral gaze of his. beelzebub had lost it.

“i need you to cum. now. i'll fuck you properly if you just cum for me, okay? i'll give you as many orgasms as you can take afterwards; i promise.”

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ok but 21st century vampires 

they go out twenty minutes after sundown and set their phone alarms for half an hour before sunrise so they can cinderella it out of the club

instead of sleeping in coffins all day they marathon shows on netflix or blog or do makeup tutorials on youtube 

and ok, so many more job opportunities like

web design or extra cash from accounts on etsy or whatever

creatives who can make a profit from their work by selling it online

airplanes staffed by a coven who only ever take flights which take off and land in the dark, the pilot switching off to his co-pilot just before daybreak

every undesirable night shift in diners and gas stations and transport

night time road work crews

they bulk buy coconut water because its similar enough to blood plasma that they can cut back on real blood

transferring their raw wealth into real estate investments and inheriting the properties from themselves every few decades

tech savvy vamps who make a career out of helping others forge identities and stay off the grid without encumbering their real world interactions

using the internet to get in touch with others when you first turn

international covens keeping in touch via social media outlets

intra-covens activities organized via facebook events  

treaties sorted over skype calls

I’ll Bandage You Up (Michelangelo)

Pair: Michelangelo x Reader

Word Count: 3,578

Rating: T for language, blood, and fluff.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Blood, attempted assault.

Authors Notes:  Thank you all for being patient with this next round. I wanted to upload this last week, but some self-care was needed. Please enjoy! If you want to read versions featuring Leonardo, Raphael, and Donatello, just click!

Generalization:

The night was the perfect late-spring, early summer temperature. Few cars rolled along the city streets, and the alcohol kept your mind comfortably buzzed from your rare outing with friends to the local Barcade. You should’ve known better than to walk home alone. Perhaps you had grown overconfident knowing there were four pairs of protective eyes watching over the city in every shadow. Not only had you befriended the hidden protectors, but one had occupied your mind even while you daydreamed. Knowing he was out there made the giant city less terrifying. And the thought of him kept you warm and content during your monotonous day-to-day routine.

Especially when you were alone…

Perhaps that’s why it didn’t seem so strange when the sensation of being watched prickled at the back of your neck. Why, you had ignored the tick in your legs that urged you to run. Why you had been so surprised when a set of hands shoved you into an adjacent alley. Why your limbs refused to move as if rooted in the asphalt.

There were six of them. Strange men of various heights and builds; some had hair, some didn’t. Some had weapons in their hands, others boasted kneading fingers and eager palms. The only thing they had in common were the devilish grins and terrible glares on their faces, the sight of which made your blood run cold.

Your voice caught in your throat as your mouth opened to scream, holler, anything for help. Only one thought flooded your mind as dread nestled itself in the center of your chest.

Tonight, you were going to die.

A massive shadow dropped in front of you just as one man lunged forward. The assailant bounced off the wall of muscle; the stunned stares from the rest of the group could only mean one thing…

“Stay behind me.” A familiar voice commanded, deeper and rougher than you were used to. 

Your lips parted, and eyes widened at his timing. Before you could form thankful words or ask how he knew where to find you, the group charged forward. Save for one man that had sense enough to run out of the alley.

You stumbled back at their charge and your heart pounded in your ears as you watched the fight unfold…

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currently thinking abt pervert lucifer + MC getting stuck in a wall / hole and he’s just unable to help himself it’s his dream come true

HOLY-

YOU ARE A GENIUS-

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A spell went wrong, of course. Trying out teleporting magic for "homework" that you were definitely studying for and you somehow ended up in the wall between Lucifer's room and the hallway outside.

Luckily for you, your upper body was out in the hall. But was Lucifer in his room yet ? You can't call anyone on your D.D.D.... it's in your pocket, on the other side of the wall.

Little did you know, Lucifer was sitting in his bed, the book that he was previously reading now ignored in his lap as Lucifer's eyes stare at what's in front of him.

Was this a dream come true ?

How could he ever pass up an opportunity like this ?

You heard shuffling from the otherside of the wall, oh good Lucifer was in his room. As long as you get out of the wall, you don't mind a 2 hour long lecture to come with it.

What you didn't expect were hands to grasp at your waist, caressing over your ass and up your lower back as you felt his hard cock press against your ass. You clenched your thighs and covered your mouth as yourface burned with heat, there's no way THE Lucifer would be turned on from you being stuck in a wall. What a pervert...

It wasn't long until Lucifer kicked your feet to spread your legs apart as he roughly pulled down your pants, he didn't even get to pull your pants down all the way until he was shoving lubed fingers into you. Hearing your moans from behind the wall made his head spin. Lucifer quickly prepped you, he wanted nothing more than to use this perfect circumstance and use you over and over as he pleased. And then he'll think about getting you out.

It'll be hours and you're still in the wall, your upper half slumped as you try to hold yourself up as you panted. You can feel so much cum dripping out of your hole and down your thighs. No doubt there's already a pool of cum beside your feet. It's a shame you can't see Lucifer. He is a mess.

His face a deep red with a stream of drool down his chin and his hair disheveled, you can't see him so there's no point in making himself look less of a starved perverted man. You could feel a drop of warm drool drip onto your back as you hear Lucifer moan on the otherside of the wall.

You felt Lucifer's cock slip out of you, and whimpered when cum followed out. Just as you think you'll finally be saved from out of the wall, Lucifer's hand is caressing up your thighs to your ass to spread you out to him. It's obvious he's not had his fill. It's gonna be a while,,

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