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Hospitality

No one makes better tea than Barbatos.

BARBATOS x f!Reader 0.9k words | NSFW | Yandere | Non-con somnophilia Content warnings: Yandere thoughts/behaviours, non-con somnophilia, drugging, stalking. A/N: Another segment of what I've been calling "The Creepy Castle AU" in my head.

When you enter the guest room provided for you at the Demon Lord's castle, there’s a steaming cup of tea on the nightstand. It’s not the first time Barbatos surprised you like this during one of your visits, and the kind gesture makes you smile.

You pick up the delicate porcelain cup and inhale the fragrant aroma - it’s sweet and slightly herbal, a blend of Devildom berries and flowers you can’t identify yet by smell.

You purse your lips and blow gently across the top. The murky red liquid ripples gently as you cool your drink. Your first sip is hesitant, but you hum appreciatively at the light, honeyed taste. You take another generous sip before setting the cup back down onto its saucer.

There’s a folded piece of clothing on the bedspread. When you lift it in front of you, you realize it’s a nightgown; the fabric is soft and semi-sheer, dyed a beautiful shade of dark blue. It falls just above your knees. You can tell by the feel of it that it’s luxurious, nothing that you would ever buy for yourself and certainly not to sleep in.

You attended a ball earlier this evening at Diavolo’s castle. Lucifer and his brothers insisted you join them. Diavolo welcomed you tonight with open arms.

The night was a blur of dancing and drinking and jubilant conversation. By the time the last guests departed, it was well past midnight and Lucifer readily accepted Diavolo’s offer to stay at the castle. Walking back to the House of Lamentation was a daunting proposition; more than one of his brothers drank too much tonight. 

Lucifer and his brothers wandered off to their nearby guest rooms to sleep. Barbatos led you further down the hall and showed you to an exquisite room for your own use. He explained he prepared it for you at Diavolo’s request, to ensure your privacy and comfort. He wished you a good evening before he walked away.

You have nothing with you except a small purse and the dress on your back, purchased earlier that day with Asmodeus. If you twist oh so carefully, you can just reach the zipper and tug it down. The dress slides off your shoulders and glides lazily to the floor and pools at your feet. You drape the dress carefully over the back of an armchair so it doesn’t wrinkle too terribly by morning.

The cool castle air chills your skin and you can feel your bare nipples harden. It might not be appropriate to sleep mostly-naked when you’re a guest of the young prince. You feel ill-prepared for a night away from the comforts of home, but then you glance at the gift on your bed.

The nightgown fits perfectly and the material is silky against your skin. You pull back the blankets and slide into bed, sitting against the headboard with a tired sigh. You cradle the teacup in your palm and take more small sips. The warm liquid relaxes you, and soon you’re sleepy and can drink no more. You set the nearly-empty cup back on the nightstand and shimmy down the mattress to get comfortable. Once your head rests on the soft, cloud-like pillow, you close your weary eyes.

When your breathing slows and you descend into deep sleep, the candles that light the room blow out. The shadows come alive when you're bathed in darkness. Sin slips through the cracks of stone, the walls giving way so no more barriers exist between you.

Greedy eyes drink in your sleeping form and the sheets are tugged away, revealing your soft, touchable skin draped in midnight blue. The sheer fabric clings to each dip and groove and curve when you breathe.

He knew you would look lovely in this.

He dares to reach towards your sleeping face - his once-steady hands now shaking with anticipation, the urge to explore too overwhelming to resist. Beneath the supple leather gloves he wears, he can still feel the warmth of your skin that makes the craving he feels for you bloom deep in his belly.

His hand traces the fragile column of your throat and over the slope of your breasts, fingers gliding over the dips and curves of your chest and waist. The swell of your hip fits so perfectly in his hand. He dares to trail his thumb along the top of your thigh and into the warm space between your legs. Wandering fingers skim the lacy underwear you left on. He feels a hint of dampness there, and he wonders what sinful dreams his tea has given you.

He shifts the fabric aside and your light scent is even stronger now, sweet and musky and all his. He teases the edge of your folds and revels in how soft and warm you are. His movements are gentle, smoothed by the barest traces of slick gathering on his gloves. He wonders how greedy he can be tonight–

You squirm in your sleep and he pulls away quickly as though burned by the temptation of getting too close. You unconsciously rub your thighs together and he already misses his place between them. He savors his consolation prize when he slips his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean until he’s devoured every last drop of you. He barely suppresses the urge to moan.

He needs to go, now, or he never will.

He slips back into the hidden passageway buried within the castle walls and becomes nothing but a shadow once more. He leaves no trace behind, except for the dregs of sleeping herbs in the bottom of your teacup.

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slow hands

+ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

+ genre and warnings: fluff, some angst? but hardly, levi is the sweetest, please do not mistake his quiet affections for apathy or lovelessness

+ word count: 3k

+ summary: based off of a request about physical affection and acts of service being levi’s love languages—which i agree! i’m so happy you asking about that, i could write essays about how physical touch is important to levi, but instead, i will leave you with this for now lol

i. in crowded spaces (so you don’t get lost, or so he claims)

Levi isn’t particularly fond of the way you like to go shopping in the inner walls. He is, however, fond of you; so he forgoes the prissy upper-class men and overall stingy aura of Wall Sina’s inhabitants just so you can get your favorite kind of bread and fruit.

Today, it seems like everyone and their mother wanted to visit the outdoor markets, despite the scheming merchants and obviously overpriced merchandise. From the crowd to the noise level, none of it is really up Levi’s alley; but he has to admit, watching people fail to successful haggle the price of eggs is immensely amusing to him.

What isn’t amusing is the way you keep stopping in the middle of the square, distracted by anything remotely shiny or with a pleasant smell you come across. Levi stops in his tracks, sensing a lack of your presence behind him; he turns around, and sure enough, you’re standing a few meters away, squinting at the price written above the basket of apples in front of you.

He sighs, trudging back to you, and watching from a step away as you scan over the fruit scrutinizingly. The merchant behind the stand does his best at selling you his product, boasting about how the fruit is fresh and hand-picked, and some other bullshit.

“These look good,” you muse to yourself, picking up a single, red apple in your palm for closer observation, “I could make a pie for the kids later.”

“Ah, pretty and she cooks, what a woman,” the bearded merchant smiles, adjusting his hat as he looks at you.

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prrrr......i was thinking of this with Sidon too but.......being carted off to Gerudo with a few other potential partners for the king of the desert to choose from, having been drawn by lot or just voted by your village.......and even though the position is highly sought after and it would be a fabulous opportunity for wealth and power to be his spouse, you're more interested in visiting the city and getting to explore Hyrule outside of your hometown, so you figure you'll just do your due diligence and leave once he chooses someone.....but your plan is quickly foiled when Ganon takes one look at you and becomes so endeared he's on your heels constantly, buying you anything you glance at and offering you trips around the desert to explore his homelands.....and you think he's just being kind, because he puts on such a good front to seem reasonable yet strong-willed.....but then the other candidates start disappearing, they all start departing from the city and aren't being replaced, and you only realize what's happening when you're the only one left.....and the king has you dressed in Gerudo jewels and finery befitting a royal bride 🤭💕

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there were very few things that could take barbatos away from his work. timeline glitches or the occasional furry rodent, perhaps. today, one of those things just happened to be you.

your head laid on his chest, while the rest of you sprawled out on top of him. however heavy you might be, barbatos knew he could've gotten up to continue working at any point in the night. hours later— now 2am, barbatos remained, counting your breath by the gentle rise and fall of your shoulders.

this was nice, he couldn't help but admit.. you were nice. you were kind and inquisitive, always finding opportunities to surprise him. you also constantly searched for ways to give him longer breaks. which, while unneeded, was appreciated nonetheless. this escapade to the castle guest room just so happened to be one of those attempts.

he found your weight against him rather pleasant, like a heavy blanket, draping him in comfort and warmth. barbatos glanced down at your sleeping face, the corners of his lips pulling up softly. his fingers traced feather-light shapes along your back. though he was starting to grow restless as the hours passed, he had no intention of possibly waking you by moving.

and admittedly, he thought, maybe he might've needed this. maybe.

you've been tired these days as well, haven't you? besides your breathing and the occasional murmur, you haven't moved at all since falling asleep on him. your steady heartbeat was nearly in sync with his own. if he stayed here another several hours, would it fall in line at some point?

maybe you both needed this, he finally decided, contemplating what he should tell the little ds when they inevitably come looking for him for tasks to fulfill.

dividers from @/clutteredfun

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Just a Little More

Stepbrother!Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

Summary: Things get out of hand when your stepbrother asks to sleep in your room for the night.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: 18+ content, stepbrother au (tw stepcest), manipulation/dub-con elements (via eren, but don't worry reader is into it), unprotected sex, creampie, includes a very horny eren <3

Notes: Listen, I know this may not be everybody's cup of tea but let me tell you......I am a whore for this man.... that is all, thank u - Enjoy ♡

You don’t know how you ended up here– With Eren rutting his cock against your clothed heat and both of your hushed moans filling the rather small bedroom. What had started out as Eren simply asking to stay in your room for the night–noting something along the lines of ‘not being able to sleep’–had now led to this very predicament you two found yourself in– with Eren on top of you and your bed quietly creaking against the wood floors.

It felt wrong to have your stepbrother on top of you like this. But god, it also felt good. It almost felt too good. And after all, it's not like you two were actually related. His dad had married your mom only a couple of years ago and you were both now in college, so… a part of you didn’t feel too bad about what was happening. Or at least that’s what you tried to tell yourself as your mind conjured up every possible excuse as to why having him on top of you like this wasn’t such a horrible thing. But if you were being completely honest with yourself… you knew this was wrong. You knew it–deep down–that it was wrong to feel the head of his cock push against the thin, damp cotton of your underwear and you knew that it was wrong for your body to shudder at the immense pleasure that it brought you.

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His clothes were long gone; thrown on the floor after several minutes of dry humping and a small nod from you, signaling to him that yes, he could use your clothed cunt to get himself off. But you, on the other hand, had insisted on leaving your underwear on– It was at least some sort of protection, some sort of barrier that prevented this situation from getting even worse and making it all too real.

But it was real. You could feel just how real it was as his hips frantically moved; his cock desperately rubbing up against the growing wet spot on your underwear.

“What if I just–” he breathes deeply, “What if I just stick the head in?” He urges, caging you with his arms on either side of your head.

“I–” you huff a little, feeling his cock rut against your clit. As badly as you wanted him, as badly as you needed to feel him deep inside of you, you knew it was wrong. “We- We shouldn’t,” you choke out, a little breathless as you feel the weight of his hard length rest along your barely-clothed entrance.

“You really want me to cum like this?” he says, almost stunned. “I thought you cared about me,” he softly chuckles, giving a small boyish grin as though you were punishing him.

“I– I just don’t think we should… right?” you glance up–with nervous desire in your eyes–into the dark emerald ones peering down at you.

That was all he needed to hear from you– That slight hesitation. He knows how badly you want to give in to him. He knows how desperate you are to feel him inside of you. And after all… wouldn’t he be a bad stepbrother to not give you exactly what you want? Before you know it, your underwear is suddenly being tugged down your legs and strewn across the room. You gasp, feeling the cold air rush against your now exposed cunt; the arousal gathered between your folds no longer being hidden away behind your underwear, causing a gentle shiver to run through your body.

“There’s a lot we shouldn’t be doing, you know,” his voice lowers in its tone, his green eyes–full of desire and lust–gaze at you almost as though they’re hiding something. He watches how your lips part in a quiet moan as he rubs his cock against your bare cunt, feeling you coat his tip as small lewd noises fill the air.

He bites his bottom lip–feeling the overwhelming need to bite onto something, anything–as he gently guides the head of his cock through your silken, dripping folds. Sliding easily–almost too easily– between them as he realizes with one little mischievous push, he’d be seated comfortably inside your warm, plush walls… Just one little downward push and he’d have no choice but to completely sheath himself inside of you; your tightness sucking him in, pulling his cock in and surrounding its length in your warm, compact walls. Just as he had always desired.

“What about just the tip, hm?” He questions eagerly. “That’s it, nothing more,” his thrusts become more languid now; slow, yet powerful as he drags his cock along your folds, pushing with the slightest force every time his head nears your entrance, only to then bring it back up to rub against your clit.

“Uh–” you part your lips in a small gasp, feeling his cock desperately trying to get inside of you with every long thrust of his. It was as though it had a mind of its own, seeking out your warmth and needing to be surrounded in it. “O-okay, just the tip,” you agree to his almost too-enticing offer. Surely just the tip of his cock would be okay… It wasn’t as though he’d be fully inside of you. So, it was okay… right?

You feel the warm, flushed head of his cock prod at your glistening entrance, his head slowly easing its way into your tight walls as Eren closes his eyes in pleasure; his face relaxing as a quiet groan lazily falls from his lips.

“Fuck, you feel good,” his voice drawls as he feels you constrict around his sensitive tip. He pulls his hips back slightly, the head of his cock threatening to fall out with the slightest movement as he pushes back in with another groan. His hips slowly begin moving back and forth, relishing in the tight feeling of you sucking him in, only to then hold him tightly as he threatens to leave. The head of his cock aches from the little taste of pleasure he receives from you, his length twitching as though it were mindlessly begging for just a little more– After all, his tip has had the pleasure of being inside of your warm walls, he feels it's only right that his shaft gets to experience that same feeling, as well. He figures it’s only fair…

“Just a little more, okay?” His voice is laced with desperation as he pushes just a little deeper inside of you. You gasp at the feeling. You should be scolding him, telling him that that’s not what you two had agreed to. But that's not what you do at all. No, your hands instinctively fall to his lower back and help him to push in just a little more.

“Wait, no, no– We really shouldn’t,” you suddenly force the words out of your mouth, hating the way that they sound. Their inauthenticity somehow feels even more wrong than what you’re doing with Eren right now. It’s just the thing you should be saying at the moment; the thing you should want and the words you should be listening to as you feel his cock slide in just a bit more. And yet, you feel like a liar as you hear those words leave your lips. You don’t want him to stop, you don’t want that at all.

“I know, I know– but it just feels so good,” he groans, pulling his hips away from you only to sink halfway back in. “Feels good, right?” His eyes are still closed in pleasure as he asks the obvious question. After all, he knows you’re enjoying yourself just as much as he is, so there’s no need to ask such ridiculous questions.

“Y-yeah,” you agree, voice shaky with desire. “It shouldn’t though,” you utter.

“But it does,” his quiet groan echoes off of the wall as he suddenly pushes himself fully inside of you. “Fuck, sorry,” he apologizes, although he doesn’t stop his now frantic thrusts. “S-sorry, can’t help myself,” he stammers out, his apologies holding no meaning to them as he eagerly continues his movements.

Not that you exactly want him to stop– It feels too good. It feels too right having him inside of you like this, even though you know it’s wrong. His cock sits perfectly inside of your warm walls, pushing into you angelically and filling you with his thick length, only to then quickly pull away and do it all over again in short, rushed thrusts.

“O-okay, this is fine,” you rationalize, realizing how this night has progressed far past anything it should have, but not having the strength–or desire–to put an end to it. “This is f-fine, just don’t–god–don’t cum in me,” you warn halfheartedly in a hushed whisper, trying to keep your voice down so the others in the house don’t hear.

“Ah–fuck–okay,” he says, burying his head in the crook of your neck. He feels that he’s close, he feels that you’re close… he knows he should pull out. He knows he should. He knows he sh–

“Ahh,” he groans in your ear, his thrusts slowing as pearly white ropes of cum spurt from his tip, filling the inside of your silken walls. He doesn’t stop. No, he can’t stop. Your cunt wraps itself around his cock, pulling him in deeper, draining him of everything his body has to give you.

You gasp, feeling a new sensation inside of you and hearing a small squelching sound as Eren slowly moves his cock in and out of you. You know what he’s done. And you know how fucked you both are. But, you can’t help how much you love the feeling of his cum covering the base of his cock–slapping against you with each languid thrust–as he fucks his milky white essence in and out of you; feeling it begin to drip out of your entrance and onto the sheets below.

“Eren–” you say breathless.

“I know,” he confirms what you already knew. “Wasn’t… fast enough,” he gives one final thrust of his cock, seating himself perfectly inside of your slick walls as he lets out one last lengthy groan.

I know.

Eren came inside of you and only let you know after the matter, whispering those two little words in your ear… I know. But if Eren were being completely honest with himself, that wasn’t the only thing that he knew. For instance, he had known that from the moment he had stepped inside your room, that he was going to find out what pretty little underwear you were wearing. Just like he had also known that he was finally going to experience what you smelled like when you were aroused or what your body felt like underneath his; things he had only ever dreamt of before. But of all the things that he knew prior to laying down in your bed that night, he knew that the most important was that he would not be leaving your room without his cum inside of you.

He had known from the very beginning just exactly how this night would end. With his cum fucked so deep inside of you that there was nothing either of you could do about it. And yet, he feigns innocence as he stares down at you now. Claiming that he couldn’t control himself, that it was a mistake and that he didn’t mean to. That he never intended for tonight to happen the way it did. All lies he whispers as he tells you only what you want to hear. Stroking your cheek and telling you how he’ll make it all better. How nothing bad will come of your rushed affair. How… since his cum is already inside of you, there’s no point in stopping now.

And after all, he had so much more to give to you… It’d be a shame to let it all go to waste…

“You don’t need to worry about a thing,” he coos sweetly in your ear. “Just let your big brother take care of you.”

Tagging: @princess-jaeger @pocks-waifu

I know we could not be any more different, but there is one thing we do share, the certainty that you will make your own way in this world. I am sure of it, Eloise.

ELOISE AND DAPHNE BRIDGERTON IN BRIDGERTON

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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.

@turtle-babe83 @tmntspidergirl @nittleboo @raisin-shell

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Dom Donnie. NSFW💜

18+, blowjob, afab, she/her pronouns, subby!y/n, dom!donatello, OOC(?)Donatello.

inexperienced nerds who are whiny and subby at first..

the ones who paw at your tits and clumsily make-out with you because they can’t focus with what feels like everything happening all at once.

But once you get on your knees.. and look up at him with those big fluttering eyelashes, kissing the tip of his dick. This man gets the biggest ego boost of his *life*

And he saved the fucking planet?? But seeing you on your knees naked beside your thin panties, worshipping his cock, lathering it in your spit- for fucks sake he feels like he’s on top of the world. You’re rubbing your thighs together, your eyes full of lust. Using both hands to stroke the rest of his shaft, your finger tips barely touching from how thick he is.

He’s soaking this in, burning the image in his mind forever.

You try to deep throat as much as you can, pulling away when you start to gag. Whispering more or so to yourself, “s’ too big”

He just wants to blow his fucking fat load all over you at this point, his balls feel so heavy. He puts a hand behind your head. He starts by rubbing your head and then proceeds to grip your hair and push you down a little, back on his cock.

Yeah, Donnie is a head pusher. Who could have seen this coming? He’s not thinking straight, his head is so foggy. He feels drunk. Nobody has ever touched his dick before, so you, this way-out-of-his-league hot woman is trying to suck his cock? And you like it?

The power trip he feels is unbelievable. His eyes are lidded, and clouded with pure sex. He takes your hands off of him and grips his cock with his other hand. Slapping the head of it on your swollen lips.

“Be a good girl and suck my cock, yeah?” He says this so ever gently, almost a whisper. But the tone he uses.. you’ve never heard this from him. It’s deep, guttural, primal. Straight from his chest, and it sends tingles to your core.

You whimper at this, the show of dominance is so hot and unexpected. You open your mouth and let your tongue fall out, looking up at him.

He can’t help but groan when you listen so good for him. Pre starts to bead on the tip, he uses it to smear his sensitive cock head on your warm wet tongue, painting it white with his spunk.

Eyes closing at the feeling and taste. You whine when he just keeps rubbing and slapping it on your pretty pink tongue. With your hands no longer occupied, you reach down between your thighs to give yourself some relief.

Donnie notices this right away. He yanks back your head and forces you to look him in the eyes. “Put your hands behind your back. And keep them there.”

You whine in disappointment, but obey anyway. You swallow whatever cum he gave you earlier, rubbing your thighs together roughly at the taste. Looking up at him the whole time. You look so fucked out, he could swear that you have anime hearts in your eyes right now.

His cock jumping at the scene in front of him. He puts his foot on your crotch, pressing lightly. “Right now.. all you need is me”

You grind your hips up into him, moaning at the stimulation. He bites his lip at this, pressing harder into you. You gasp. Your body jolting more into him, tits bouncing. He can feel how wet you are. You drenched your panties with your arousal. All for him.

He aligns his cock to your mouth again, shoving the head of it inside. He pushes your head down, forcing you to take a few more inches. “Cmon, suck it” he moves his hips back and forth to gently fuck your mouth.

It takes your brain a few seconds to process the command, but you quickly pick up on it and hollow your cheeks. Moaning around his cock, sending vibrations throughout his body it feels like.

“Oh! Oh fuuuuck yeah, that’s it” he lets go of his shaft to steady himself against a wall beside him. Leaning on it with his forearm, he’s squeezing his fist so tight, digging his fingernails into the palm of his hand.

He snaps his hips forward, forcing more of his cock down your throat. He knows you can’t deep throat him, but fuck is it hot watching you try.

When he lets the grip on your head loosen, you start to move your head up and down. When his tip hits the back of your throat, he knows he’s about to cum soon. He feels the tightening in his balls, and the knot in his stomach.

“I’m gonna.. ah! Mmm fuck.. I’m gonna cum in your mouth, okay?” He looks at you for permission, when you sort of nod and then whine around his dick, he quickly lets go of your head to wrap a hand around himself.

Taking his cock out of your mouth, you look at him confused. “Stick your tongue out, bunny” as you do just that, he puts the head of it on your tongue and goes onto jerking himself off. “You look so pretty right now, all f’ me, right? yeah.. nobody else gets to ah!- see you like this.”

When he cums his arms and leg muscles spasm, hunching over you a bit. You form your tongue into more of a cup to hold his spunk.

He also pulls away from you a bit to paint your chest with white. He’s panting like crazy, staring down at you. Despite just finishing, his cock jumps from the sight in front of him. You, staring up at him with these lidded eyes.. holding his cum in your mouth along with your tits covered in him.

He breathlessly tells you too- “Swallow.” You are looking into his eyes when you do. Both of you have a full body shudder at this for different reasons, for you, it’s the bitter taste. For him, what’s fills his mind is that.. you now have *his* load inside of you. Claiming you as his in a way.

After he calms down, it seems as though he somehow.. snaps out of whatever haze he was in.

If turtles could blush, his whole body would be red. He picks you up and brings you to his bed, apologizing all the while. “I have no idea what came over me! I am so sorry, did I hurt you?!” - he lays you down and grabs wipes to clean off your chest. You have this amused look on your face watching him ramble away.

“Do you hate me?” He can’t even look you in the eye, looking off to the side as he asks this silly question.

You start laughing, “Donnie! I could never hate you. If I didn’t like what was going on I would’ve told you.”

A relieved expression washes over him as he lets out a sigh, as if he was holding his breath. Now it’s your turn to shyly look away - “Actually.. I really liked.. that side of you.” You squeeze your thighs together, looking him in the eyes this time - “I want you to do it again. If you are comfortable with that?” Your eyes, doe eyed and hazy.

He could never say no to you.

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Barbatos is super cool and elegant but I bet everyone I own that he is the freakiest in bed, the freak of the group wit the sex drive over the moon

Oh, I can totally see that. I think he would be adaptable to whatever his partner wanted. Given the right circumstances, I imagine what he's willing to do to them (and allow them to do to him) can be a little extreme.

There’s different versions of Barbatos that live in my brain, and I love them all.

[Barbatos x gn!Reader, 1.4k words, nsfw. Content warnings: sexual situations including one dub-con scenario at the end.]

I like super soft and sweet Barbatos...

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” you protested gently, even as you sighed and melted against the gentle hands rinsing rose-scented suds off your back.

He shushed you and dipped the washcloth back into the bubbly bath water. “We don’t have many moments like this together. Allow me this chance to be selfish with you, my dear.” He brushed a kiss against your shoulder, and his lips ticked into a gentle smile when you shuddered.

“As long as I’m not taking you away from your other work,” you said softly as you looked at him over your shoulder.

He trailed his wet fingers across your chest and up the delicate skin of your throat. He cradled your jaw and his eyes flicked down to your lips. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” he promised before he leaned forward and kissed you. He groaned quietly when your lips slotted against his, and when you pulled away to catch your breath, he licked his lips thoughtfully.

“Want to join me, then?” you asked breathlessly.

He soaked in the sight of your bright eyes and glistening skin, and his eyes trailed down your naked chest. He shook his head and stood up beside the tub. “I have a better idea,” he murmured as he offered you his hand. He helped you from the bath and he reached for the fluffy towel nearby.

You bit your lip when he knelt in front of you and patted your thighs dry with the towel. “You don’t have to do this either,” you said, voice shaky as desire washed over you, but you tangled in his hair when he shuffled closer to you.

He leaned forward and inhaled your natural scent laced with rose, and he sighed with something like contentment as he pressed a kiss to your belly.

“I've wanted to do this all day,” he whispered as he nudged your thighs apart and settled between them. He leaned forward and teased your arousal with his tongue, and when your legs started to shake, he curled his hands around your hips to steady you.

...and I like desperate and dirty Barbatos...

"Wait, what if–oh, fuck–what if someone hears us?"

You were bent over a side table in an empty lounge not far from the ballroom where tonight's festivities were being held. When Barbatos appeared and quietly asked for a moment of your time, you thought he wanted to chat, or perhaps steal a kiss in private. You didn't expect him to pull you into an empty room and tug at your dress clothes. He maneuvered you against the tabletop and moved your underwear aside so he could stretch you open with his slick, greedy fingers.

He hummed in agreement. "You're right, my love. You're far too noisy," he chided you as he slipped in a third finger and stroked over the soft, spongy spot buried deep inside you. He smirked when you bit your lip to silence the surprised moan that tumbled from your lips.

"I can't–please–" your cheek was squished against the cool wooden table, and you panted even as his wicked fingers sent jolts of pleasure shooting through you.

Something cool and wet flicked against the corner of your mouth, and you opened your lips obediently as one of the forks of his tail prodded for entrance. You moaned around the tip and sucked. He squeezed your hip approvingly and you felt lightheaded from his silent praise.

"Perhaps keeping your mouth full will help, hm?" He pulled his fingers from your body and swatted the swell of your ass when you whined pathetically around the appendage dancing along your tongue. He repositioned behind you and flicked open his fly so he could pull out his cock.

You closed your eyes as the soft, buttery leather gloves he wore spread your thighs wider for him. Heat bloomed in your cheeks when he stood there, silent and unmoving, and you knew he was staring at you.

He watched your greedy hole flutter around the blunt head of his cock, and he rubbed across your entrance without slipping inside. His self-control started to fray at the seams when you wiggled your hips invitingly and brushed back against him. You bit the tip of his tail, too–not hard, but with enough pressure to get his attention–and he groaned.

You cheeky little thing.

He snarled and pulled your hips back onto his cock as he bullied inside you with one rough stroke. He leaned over your back and growled in his chest, low and deep, and he started to thrust as his tail muffled your cries.

...and I like creepy and morally bankrupt Barbatos, too. (I like him so much, I wrote a series about him.)

Barbatos waited patiently outside the guest chambers you were given for tonight's overnight stay at the castle. He wasn't sure how long the tea would take to work, and he was so eager to–

A confused moan from within your room caught his attention, and he tempered the eager smile that threatened to bloom across his face. He shuffled his feet so you would hear the sound of footsteps near your door, and he knocked twice before stepping inside hesitantly.

"I beg your pardon, but I heard a noise as I walked past." He noticed your confused expression, the beads of sweat that were dotting along your brow, and the way your hands clenched the sheets of your bed.

You shook your head and whimpered. "I don't–I don't know, I started feeling sick all of a sudden? I feel so hot, and–" your quivering voice trailed off into a moan and you winced with embarrassment.

He stepped closer to you and he could practically taste the pheromones your body was pumping into the air. He's glad he gave you this room, further away from the others, at the end of a long hallway where no one but him would have reason to pass.

He pulled off his gloves and slipped them into his pocket. You fixated on his bare hands and he felt primal satisfaction swell inside him when your eyes shone with unabashed lust.

"I'm here," he murmured with false sympathy as he cupped your cheek with his palm.

Compared to your burning-hot skin, his hands felt cool and dry and you nuzzled into the touch with a sigh. You were mindless except for the desire churning in your belly. When you rubbed your thighs together, you felt how wet your underwear was from the arousal leaking from you.

He stroked your face gently. "Do you want my help?" He could sense you were so close to giving in.

You peered up into his face, you dark and half-lidded eyes glistening with tears and pleading for his help. You choked as another cramp between your legs made you gasp, and you nodded your head instead.

Even in your compromised state, you felt a moment of relief. You trusted him. You rolled over and rubbed your hips pitifully against the sheets looking for some sort of friction. You knew he was watching, but you didn't care. Nothing else mattered except the sudden urge to be taken. The hot evidence of your arousal leaked freely between your legs and soaked the sheets underneath you.

He looked on curiously as you desperately attempted to soothe the fire raging inside you. He knew your efforts would fail; the sickness plaguing you won't be satisfied by your own hand or clumsy movements. Nothing can help you now, nothing except his cock buried deep inside you and marking you with his scent and seed.

He sat on the edge of the bed beside you and lowered his head. "Tell me what you want," he whispered into your ear.

You shuddered when his hot breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck. "Need you, inside, I need it –please?" you babbled while you continued rocking uselessly against the mattress.

"As you wish," he murmured darkly. He couldn't hide the victorious smirk that curled his lips–the potion he stirred into your tea this evening worked better than he could've imagined.

He started unbuttoning his shirt and he teased you, slowly revealing inch after inch of pale skin to your burning gaze. When was finally naked, he lowered himself to the bed and rolled you onto your back. He was too impatient to be gentle, and he knew you were too. He tore your clothes to shreds until your heaving chest and soft belly and bare thighs were exposed to him. He roamed your skin greedily with his hands and his cock throbbed when you arched into his touch.

Another ripple of painful need tore through you, and you nearly sobbed from being so painfully empty. He hushed you as he covered your body with his own. You whimpered his name when he positioned himself between your trembling thighs, and the beast inside him howled as he crushed his lips to yours.

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SICK LOVE

perv! obsessed steve x fem!reader pt.1

pt2!

synopsis;

you catch your best friend steve touching himself and far from being embarrassed, it only turns him on even more. if only you knew he had been dreaming about this moment for his entire fucking life and that he has even planned for it to happen…

cw;

really perv!steve, dark themes, somnophilia (if you squint), breeding kink, mommy and daddy kink, praise kink, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), sub and dom steve, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cum eating, cream pie, masturbation (m), voyeurism (?), dacryphilia, violence (not towards reader), dirty talking, slight stalking? (only if you really really squint), hair pulling, blood… MINORS DNI OR I’LL COME FOR YOU!

a/n; i really need to pray

for forgiveness after this…

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own. (!!!!!)

word count;

6k!

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`·. lastly; enjoy!<3

‘Use me. Use me...’

Steve was obsessed with you. Not in a lovely kind of obsessed —that too— but in a really perverted way. His sick infatuation commenced a warm summer, when you and him, best friends since freshman year, had ended up staying up late in your house for a movie night. Your parents were nowhere to be seen, and being scared of spending the night alone, you had invited Steve for a sleep over.

Everything was perfect. Little snacks, the newest film in Hawkins in tape and a cozy sofa in which the two of you silently rested as you stared at the tv. That was until you had fallen asleep on the other end of the sofa, loose and extremely short pijama pants letting your lace panties show and nipples erect due to the coldness of the night underneath your tight and white tank top. He found himself stating for far too long, instead of bringing up on your body the blanket that you both had been sharing, his eyes taking in just how beautifully exposed you were.

Full honesty? He didn’t even remember how his dick had gotten that hard nor how it had ended on one of his hands, palm slick in precum as he thrusted in it, bottom lip in between his teeth and soft moans and groans scaping his lips. But he didn’t care. He came so hard that night that he swore he saw stars on your living room’s ceiling.

After that, he of course felt awkward and embarrassed of himself around you. Masturbating to his sleeping best friend, and just mere inches away from you? Jesus Christ. Though that remorse quickly went away when he found himself sinking deeper in that sickness under your name.

He relished in that pretty tears of yours when you cried about another stupid boy being mean to you and dumping you against his neck, your tits fully pressed to his chest and whimpers making his cock push against his jeans, even more when that same guys were the ones crying and begging for him to stop as he beat the shit out of them.

He liked to see you cry, but if it wasn’t because of him, he wouldn’t have it. He sent a couple of them to the ER, but they were too scared of getting a couple more bones broken if they ever spoke up, so he always got away with it. In no time, the guys were fucking terrified of even glancing at you, leaving you all to himself. Like it had to be. You were his, or you’d be.

You were always complaining about things of yours disappearing, “Fuck! I cant found my chapstick.” him shrugging even when he knew that he was, in fact, the thug. Then, he’d go back to his house and open the last drawer of his desk — which he had under key— and take the same chapstick out of his pocket to push it inside along with the other things he had stolen from you: lipgloss, necklaces, bracelets… Panties.

He loved them. He almost had a collection of them, of all types; cotton, lace, thongs… He loved the ones that he stole from the dirty laundry the most, which’s crotch he could push against his nose and lick as he fucked his fist. Getting to taste and smell your slick always drove him crazy.

Another thing Steve loved to do was take photos of you. He had albums and albums of polaroids for the two of you, being both on the pictures or just you. He loved to watch them from time to time: you smiling, you singing, you dancing, you blowing a kiss to the camera, jumping in the pool, petting a stray cat… Being simply you.

But he also had some photos that were exceptionally and just for him. Some of them were flashes of your body in those little and pretty bikinis you always wore in the warm summers, some other of your naked body —facing away from the door of your bathroom— when you changed, you eating ice cream with cheeks, lips and tongue stained in the vanilla treat, some of you sleeping, some others of the panties and little skirts that you’d wear. He even had one of you resting asleep on his lap, lips parted and against his hard cock. He saved some of them on his wallet in case he ever had to take care of a boner when he hung out with you.

He was in love with you. Sickly in love. Sickly enough to take some of those photos of yours and cut out your face just to tape them to his porn magazines. Some of the pages had even stuck together due to his cum.

And you were just so unbelievably oblivious of his infatuation that you always left the window to your room unlocked in case he ever wanted to sneak in in the middle of the night to stay with you if he ever felt lonely in his empty house. At first, before his infatuation appeared, he would sneak in from time to time when the loneliness became too strong for him to handle, cuddling with you and leaving first hour in the morning. Now? Now he snuck in almost every goddamn night. To cuddle, to watch you sleep, to be able to hold you close and even to take advantage of your heavy slumber. He had licked his cum out of your fingers when he had used his hand to masturbate, having to hold in his moans and whimpers. Other nights, he would get under your covers and part your thighs just to push his head in between them, face against your clothed cunt as his hips buckled against the duvet, tongue flattening against your heat and moaning when your thighs would unconsciously squish his head.

He loved it when you played with his hair, groaning when you’d pull from it when he’d tickle you, and laughing when you’d scream at him for using your good conditioner after a pool day. He was obsessed with your little lotions and expensive shampoos, using them as lube to fuck his hand while he showered in your house, using then his cum to fill the tubes, evening out the difference.

He would stole food from you in the cafeteria, using your own fork or spoons just to be able to have your spit in his mouth. You’d always whine about it, but he never stopped, so you eventually stopped caring, giving him full access to it when you were full.

Steve considered himself to be a man with clear tastes when it came to sexual preferences. He would love to fuck you to his liking, to sink you into submission and to get you to call him daddy. He thought of himself as a dominant kind of person rather than a submissive one, but that changed when in one of his numerous wet dreams it was you the one who choked him and fucked him, using him like you’d use a fucking toy. He had woken up with a raging orgasm as from his lips fell the word ‘mommy’.

Was he a pervert? Absolutely. Would he ever speak up about his feelings for you? Absolutely not.

He’d prefer to die with a boner than ever telling you he loved you. He was just terrified of the thought of you pushing him away or ever hurting your friendship.

So after a day full of what he thought of ‘teasing’, since it always involved you dressing in one of those incredibly short skirts or staring at him for too long as you sucked on one of the lollipops that he always bought you, he would come to his house and enter his room with a full tent in between his thighs. He would pull out of the back of his closet his fleshlight and spray one of his pillows with those little bottles of your perfume that came as gifts with the bigger version just to bend his other one and push the fleshlight in it, fully lubed and ready for his cock to fuck into, just like that pretty pussy of yours. And that’s what he’d do, fuck his stupid little toy with his face fully buried on the perfumed one as he imagined you under him, ass up and chest pushed against his bedsheets. His pace was needy, harsh and deep, from his mouth, dirty talking spilling. ‘Yeah, take my cock you slut, fucking take it.’ ‘That’s a good girl for daddy.’ Those were always the best orgasms, making him fill the toy to the brim when he couldn’t found himself to stop. Too pussy drunk even when it wasn’t your pussy what he fucked in between whimpers.

He sometimes would leave his house’s and bedroom door open with the dream of you someday catching him red handed.

But they were all just dreams, they weren’t supposed to fucking happen in real life. Yet, there he was, and so were you.

That day he had come with a really painful bonner in between his thighs. You’d been sitting on his lap for a whole goddamn hour since your classmates from class B had borrowed most of your chairs to hang prom signals, leaving you without a place to sit and using your best friend as a chair. The problem was not only that, it was the fact that you’d be adjusting every five minutes and the fact that he had found himself being completely ignored by you as you talked with your best friends, laughing with them and jumping on his lap when the jokes were too good. Well, he was not being completely ignored, since one of your hands, had found his hair and slowly massaged his scalp, every now and then pulling at his hair when you played with his locks, his hands trembling on your thighs —which spread sideways across from his — thumbs circling your soft skin.

The fact that you were using him. The fact that he felt used by you and only you, was what had him gritting his teeth and fighting the urge to buckle against your ass. But Steve was a good boy, so he just stood sit and went through that delirious torture with not a word coming out of his mouth. He felt like breathing once again when you got up from his lap when the bell rang, notifying the students that the day had ended, but still choking when he no longer could smell your cologne or felt you flush against him.

“Fuck, y/n…” he whimpered when he plopped on his bed, his palm pushing hardly against his pulsing and leaking cock, precum staining his jeans and underwear. He had pulled out from his closet his fleshlight, since he felt that his hand would not be enough today. He had to fuck himself. “Please, fuck me, please…” he was a babbling mess when his tip pushed inside the lubed toy. “Use my cock, baby… Use me…” he found himself whimpering at his mind scenario, in which you would ride him relentlessly, his dick reaching deep enough to hit that sweet spot that you’d torture to make yourself cum all over his cock. “Fuck, mommy, fuck, feels so good… Ah, faster.” he was a babbling mess, his hips rutting upwards against his hand movements to fuck his cock deeper in his toy.

“Stevie!!!” you had called from downstairs as you opened his unlocked front door. Steve always left it that way for you to come and go as you pleased. You were smiling, in between your hands a copy of a film he had been dying to watch for months and for which he had cried after finding out that it had been banned and would never get to Hawking’s Film Store. After seeing just how badly he wanted it, you had been fighting with sharp nails to get a hold on one of the limited edition copies that had gone on sale in the city’s center, where you had rushed just as classes finished and where you had killed your savings in the dib. “I have a surprise for you!!” you chanted, locking the door behind you and jumping excitedly, frowning when you didn’t hear and answer from him. “Steve?” you called out again, the soft sound of his voice reaching you from upstairs. You took off your shoes, a smirk growing on your lips when the idea of giving him a scare came to mind. Up the staircase, you were like a ghost, slowly approaching his room and mumbling, though you froze when a moan got to your ears. Your skin went pale and your cheeks heated up when needy whimpers followed up right after, as if all the blood under your skin had ended up pooling there.

“Fuck, just like that. Faster, please…” was he with someone? Your chest heaved at the thought of Steve fucking with some random girl that wasn’t you. You’ve liked him for years on end, since the first time that he held you as you cried your heart out after your first breakup. But he never seemed to look at you in any other way that wasn’t friendly, so, at the end, —being too scared to speak up about your feelings in fear that it would break your friendship— you had decided to bury them as deep as you could inside you, believing that he had to be just what he was; your best friend.

Even though you knew it was wrong, you slowly approached his slightly open door, peeking in in need to see who was he fucking, promising yourself that you’d leave once you’d taken a glance. But all that went to hell when you found out he was not fucking anyone but himself, back against the mattress, bare chest rising and lowering slowly as his hips fucked upwards, inside his clear flesh light. Your eyes widened and your legs trembled when from his lips new groans and moans fell. Steve was fucking touching himself. Fuck, fuck, fuck… You needed to get away from there. Yeah, that’s what you’d do. You’d go back to your house and forget all about it… Or that’s what you thought, instead finding your feet glued to the floor as you watched.

He looked so hot and pretty all needy… Eyes closed shut and mouth agape in gasps, eyebrows pushed together as his head fell back against his pillow, hair messy all over it. His hand was slow, pushing the toy down on his dick in deep and harsh strokes. You could almost perfectly see his long and thick dick, his thrusts making the lube’s wet sounds fill the room. “Ah, fuck…” his voice was low and so broken you felt your panties damp in your slick, you were so turned on that your free hand cupped your cunt, making you almost moan if you hadn’t bitten down on your bottom lip.

Your fingers had started to push against the lace of your panties underneath your plaid skirt, freezing on your clit when a new babble came from inside the room and your best friend’s lips. “Fuck, y/n…, mommy…, please, fuck, fuck, fuck…” your eyes widened, not only because…, fuck, Steve was fucking that goddamn fleshlight with you in mind doing so, but because he had called you mommy too. Surprisingly enough that only turned you on even more, a needy moan tearing your throat before you could push it down to your chest. Steve’s movements stopped, his gaze moving to his opening door just to see you standing there, flushed cheeks, heavy breathing and tape in hand.

He quickly pushed away the toy, cursing under his breath when he sat up, a pillow hiding his hard and leaking cock, which was twitching at the sight of your trembling legs. “Fuck, y/n, I…” he didn’t even know what to say. You had caught him, caught him fucking himself with his goddamn fleshlight, and even worse, caught him moaning your name. He felt sick to the stomach, but at the same, so turned on too. You had caught him… Finally. And who knows how much time you had been listening and peeking at him while he pleasured himself. He had to hold back a whimper at the thought of it. “How much did you hear?” he cursed when you didn’t answer, cheeks reddening and cock twitching under the pillow, leaking against his thigh.

“Mommy.” you said, making his head snap back to you, a frown on his face, eyes widening when you let the film fall from your hands as you stepped in, closer to his bed.

“W…What?” fuck.

“ ‘Mommy’. That’s what you called me.” you smirked, eyes falling to his lap when he pushed the pillow further down. “Who would think that Steve Harrington, King fucking Steve, would be so goddamn dirty to even leave the door unlocked for anyone to see as he fucks himself. And even worse, have a mommy kink.” he stuttered as he shook his head.

“It’s not what it seems like, I…”

“You what?” you pushed, thumb and index gripping his chin so his eyes would find yours. “Are you gonna deny that you were touching yourself while thinking about me? That you were calling me mommy and whimpering for me to fuck you faster?” he moaned at your words, half-lidded eyes full of lust staring at your full and rosy lips. “Mmh? Answer me.” you ordered and he whimpered, your pussy clenching when he shook his head and cried out a ‘no’. “ ‘No’ what?” your lips brushed against his, teasing him to get out of him what you wanted.

“No, mommy.” you pulled his hair when he tried to kiss you, making him groan against your lips as you clicked your tongue. “Please…” he pleaded, hands rocking the pillow on his lap.

“Only good boys get a kiss, Stevie.”

“I’m a good boy…” he was so gone that you almost laughed, so needy for pussy…

“Oh yeah?” he nodded, his tongue dampening his lips, hips thrusting upwards towards the pillow that covered his naked body. “The why don’t you show me?” he shivered when your lips latched to his neck, your tongue pressing against his skin in open mouth kisses that led to his ear. “Why don’t you show me how good you are and let me watch you fuck that pretty toy of yours, hm?” he moaned, muttering a ‘fuck’ as he nodded, making you smirk. “Then go ahead, baby, let me see.” you pulled away as he pushed the pillow off his lap, dick twitching below a pool of precum that dripped from his tip.

In the state he was… He would do anything for you. He would even fuck himself stupid if you said the word. Anything you asked, anything you wanted. Anything for you.

He moaned when you sat down on his desk’s chair, skirt rolling up and letting more of your soft and beautiful thighs show. His hands were shaking when his fingers gripped around the clear silicone or his toy, whimpering when he noticed your eyes on his twitching dick.

You had seen dicks before, but none of them was as beautiful as Steve’s. It was big —if not massive—, with a great large and just the perfect girth, large and thick enough to have you limping for a few days after a good fuck. And you knew he could give it to you, that he would fuck your hard and needy, deep enough to have you drooling over yourself as you came over and over again. You would love to drool and choke on it too, outline the veins on his shaft with your tongue and take him so deep on your throat you’d need to swallow when he came in your mouth. “Aw, poor Stevie…” you cooed at his twitching cock, red tip and tight balls. “Caught about to cum. It must really hurt, doesn’t it baby?” he nodded, tears on his eyes due to your teasing, chest rising in heavy breaths. “Are you gonna cum on that cup for me to drink, hm? Want me to drink your cum, Steve?” he moaned a breathy gasp, and you smirked to his reaction. He liked that.

Dirty talking. Mommy kink. Praise kink. Notes taken.

“Yes, yes, yes…” he muttered, almost begging for it. The thought of you swallowing his cum making him go crazy. He whined when his leaking tip brushed against the artificial hole, his lip being tortured by his teeth when you parted your thighs, panties exposed and damped lace for him to see. “Fuck…” he cursed, bottoming out into the wetness of the fleshlight in a deep and large stroke, almost cumming at the sight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” your hands came down your body, your left resting on your breasts— hard nipples pushing against your shirt, which you pulled and pinched in between your fingers— and your right sneaking in between your thighs and below your underwear, whining when you felt just how wet you were. “Shit, y/n.”

His dick was twitching like crazy with every new and fast thrust of his hips, pleads falling of his lips. ‘I need you. Need you so bad, y/n…’ ‘Please mommy…’ ‘I’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum…’

“Oh yeah? You gonna cum?” You clicked your tongue when he nodded, chuckling at his behavior. “Look at how pathetic you look.” he whimpered when you had made your way back to his side, standing in front of him and making his head fall backwards when you harshly pulled on his hair, making his hips stutter and breathy whines rip his throat. “Hold it. I haven’t even told you where to cum yet.” he cried when you pushed down your thighs your panties. “Fuck, you are too fucking loud.” you said and he had to squeeze his dick to not come when you pushed your damped panties into his mouth, slicked crotch flat against his tongue. His muffled begging only made your pussy wetter, his eyes full of tears that seemed about to fall when he could take a taste on just how sweet you were. He choked on the lace when you startled his legs. His eyes fell just as your free hand did, straight to your core, where your fingers dug on your wet folds and parted them for him to see thin strips of slick connect them and just how swollen your little pink bud was, hidden under its hood. “Here. Cum on my pussy.” you said, leaning on the skin of his neck to suck a hard hickey on his flesh.

You didn’t even had to say it twice, his hand quickly throwing away the fleshlight to cum all over your folds and clit, muffled groans and moans filling the room when his white and heavy gropes painted your core in white, his mind all foggy and pussy drunk just by the simple contact of your cunt on his tip. You hummed as you stroked his hair, open mouth kisses being splattered across his chest. He was still fucking hard. “Good boy…” you cooed, loving just how fucked out he seemed, moaning when you sat on his cock, his length in between your wet folds and his tip bumping against your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck….” he cried out with your panties on his mouth when you rocked your hips against his. That’s all it took for him to cum for a second time, right after his first orgasm.

You moaned, feeling his dick twitch and nails dig on your ass, your pussy sliding too easy due to the amount of his cum that coated it. “You came again, baby?” he nodded, his cock quickly getting hard again to your humping. “Fuck, Steve…” you pulled your panties away from his mouth, wanting to hear his groans. “Look at you, making a mess of my cunt.”

“Fuck, y/n…” your name sounded so wonderful falling from his lips… “Please, can I… Can I clean it for you? Let me clean it for you, pleasepleaseplease. I’ll make you feel good, I promise, I’ll be good…” you pulled his bottom lip with your thumb, warm skin under your fingertips. “I promise. I promise mommy…” your thumb brushed your own lips when he leaned in, pupils blown and need on his brown thin irises. He looked high. And he was, high on his favorite drug: you.

You nodded, giving in, and gasped when he had your back pressed against the mattress in just a matter of seconds, lips all over the skin of your neck and exposed collarbones, his hands leaving your hips to bump against the bottom of your tank top, fingers so desperate to see your tits that dug too hard on the piece of clothing enough to tear it up. You moaned when you felt the fabric give out, his hands cupping your exposed breast and biting hickeys on its flesh in between groans, muttering a ‘The prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, fuck.’. You were tugging on his hair as he played with your tits, biting your nipples and teasing you for a couple of minutes before slowly lowering his lips further down on your stomach, bumping with your skirt, which he quickly discarded away on his bedroom floor. He pulled away to look to your fully naked body, hair messily spread on his pillow —the same he had fucked multiple times while thinking about you—, lips swollen due to constant biting, half-lidded eyes and flushed skin. He moaned, dick twitching, ‘cause you were so goddamn perfect. Perfect for him.

He didn’t waste time in parting your thighs —which he took his time with, and of course he would, he had been dreaming about making them bleed for years now—, leaving open mouth kisses and sucking hard on the skin, making you whimper and tug on his hair. “Steve…” you whined when he bit down on your flesh, making your back arch at the incredible pleasure the pain inflicted made you feel. He was so drunk on your skin… He could spend his whole life kissing it that he would never get fucking tired of it. But his teasing was making your pussy clench and tingle. You needed his mouth on it now. And he seemed to get it when you pushed him further against it, his hands taking your now fully marked thighs to pull them above his shoulders as he sunk on the mattress, stomach flat against it and fingers gripping at your flesh. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his tongue pushed in between your covered in cum folds, flattening in a long strip and bumping against your clit. Both of you moaned, him due to just how much he had dreamed about the taste of your pussy —which he had tasted before, but only clothed— and you to how many times you had touched yourself with his mouth in mind. His name falling off your lips on a whimper had his hips rocking against the duvet as he ate you out sweet and slow.

It was only when his fingers found their way to your entrance that he started to eat you just like you needed and he always dreamed of: rough, needy and hungry. You were screaming his name when his fingers pushed inside you, quickly fucking the shit out of you and curving them to hit your g spot as his tongue circled your clit. It was just then when you understood the rumors that went around in your highschool about his mouth. Steve knew how to use it, really well. So well that he had you teetering on the edge in less than ten minutes. He was like a starved man, burying his face in between your thighs unable to get enough of you and your sweet taste, of the mix of the two of you in his tongue. “Fuck, Steve, I…” you babbled, thighs twitching as you pulled harder on his hair. He knew you were close by how moans fell off those pretty lips of yours over and over again. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…” you cried out, Steve crushing your sweet spot with every harsh thrust of his fingers.

He moaned, begging for it. “Please cum on my mouth, mommy. Please, let me have it, please mommy, please…” you whined when his tongue gave just one last stroke to your clit, dissolving in the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had, whimpers against your cunt as Steve drank every last drop of it all, helping you ride out your orgasm as your sweet moans filled his bedroom.

You mewled once you’ve come down from your high, his tongue licking you clean as hips rutted on his wet sheets, seconds away from coming when you called from him. He whimpered when you tugged on his hair, pulling him away from your pussy as you sat up. He looked completely gone. Half-lidded eyes unfocused, messy hair due to your tugging, swollen lips and wet chin. “Please, just a little bit more, mommy…” he begged, needing to go back in between your thighs. Needing to taste you and make you cum again on his mouth. “Please, I need it…” your eyes fell to his twitching and leaking cock, and then, to the dampness of the sheets where he had been rocking against. You clicked your tongue as you took him in your hand, making him gasp.

“I’ll let you choose where to cum next, Steve.” you said, your other hand coming to his cheek to rub the flush on his skin. “I could let you eat me out again and let you cum all over the sheets all by yourself…” his balls tightened to the thought of it, feeling cold when the hand that cupped his face left him to fall in between your thighs, spreading you open for him to see. “Or you could cum inside of me.” his eyes rolled to the back of his head, hips thrusting into your hand in anticipation. “What do you say, Stevie? Where do you want to cum, baby?” he was almost hyperventilating, whimpers falling off his lips as he leaned on you, eyes on your own.

“Inside.” he found himself to mutter, unable to think, not when you were offering him the chance to fuck you raw and fill you up. Just the thought of it had him reeling.

“Oh yeah?” you whispered against his lips, him nodding slightly, bewitched by your minty breath connecting with his own. “You wanna cum inside, hm? Gonna let me use your cock too?” you gave him a sweet smile when he moaned, furiously nodding. Leaving a little peck on the corner of his mouth, you fell backwards on your back once again. “Then come here, Stevie.” he was fast to top you, your thighs parting to receive him there, hands on his neck when he leaned in, eyes asking for permission to kiss you, which he didn’t even need since you were now pushing your tongue in his mouth, making him groan. Fuck, he could come just with that. With your tongue on his mouth, your body against him and the thought that you were only letting him fuck you to seek your own release. He moaned on your open mouth when you took his dick to align it with your entrance, which twitched at the feeling of his tip. You needed him, and you needed him now. “Fuck, baby, please fuck me Steve, please, please…” you whimpered, and he didn’t wait to push inside in a deep and fast stroke. You both moaned, foreheads against the other’s as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, so tight, mommy, so tight… Shit. I’m gonna cum.” your head had fallen backwards in gasps, giving him full access to your neck, which he kissed and sucked, leaving new marks. He was so big you felt like splitting in half, but not in a painful way. His stretch had you delirious, his tip brushing against that sweet spot that would make you come in a matter of seconds. Your nails dug on the skin of his back, making him groan. The two of you were taking your time, him getting used to the feeling of your tight and warm walls trying to milk his twitching dick and you to the feeling of his heavy and big cock sitting inside your wet cunt, spreading you to edges you’d only dreamed of getting to. He groaned against your neck when you started to unconsciously rock against him. “Please y/n, can I fuck you now? Let me fuck you mommy, please? I need to… I need to…”

“Go ahead, baby. Be a good boy for me and let me use your cock, alright?” he whimpered at your words, and in less than one second he had you gripping to his back for dear life and losing yourself in between moans. “Oh fuck, yeah Steve, just like that baby, shit, fuck me, fuck me…”

He was just feral. Thrusting in you with just cumming in mind. His hips were pushing against yours in a hurry, hitting that spot inside of you that had you whimpering as you thrusted yourself on his cock, just as desperate as him. He was too pussy drunk to even kiss you straight, spit dripping down your chin at the messy made out. “Fuck, y/n, mommy, shit, so good, feels so good, fuck, I love it, love your pussy, ah shit, love you mommy, loveyouloveyouloveyou…” he was a mess. Both of you were. His thrusts has you drooling on the pillow, back arched and eyes squeezed shut, too lost in the pleasure, in him. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release with every new deep and harsh thrust, making your nails dig up on his back, probably leaving marks.

“Fuck, Steve, fuck, I’m close, shit, I’m gonna cum…” you whimpered on his ear, making him fuck you harder.

“Cum on my cock, mommy, please, please… Use me. Use me…” he begged, and then you could only feel yourself cumming over and over again. It was all too much, but too good at the same time. So good that had your soaked cunt gushing all over his dick as he fucked you dumb, his hands pulling on your nipples and teeth digging so hard on your neck that draw blood. You were seeing fucking stars in the ceiling.

The only thing that you seemed able to coherently form was his name, which you chanted like you sang your favorite summer song. “Steve, Steve, Steve…”

“Shit, Imma cum, I’m cumming so fucking hard… Gonna fill your pussy mommy, gonna…, fuck!” his thrusts became sloppier. “Im gonna cum, i’mcummingi’mcummingi’mcumming.”hips thrusted one, two, three more times before his dick twitched inside of you, filling you so full you choked on air, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when some of it spilled out. He was whimpering ‘mommy’ over and over again in between cries against your neck, thick gropes of cum painting your insides in the purest white.

“Shit, fuck, Steve. So good…” you moaned, rolling your hips at the feeling of fullness. You were fucked out, brain dead on the cock that had just gave you the best sex of your life. You were trying really hard to come down from your high and calm down your breathing. “Steve!” Though you really couldn’t even do that, since you found your head being hardly pushed against his pillows and back arched with your chest against the duvet when he pulled you up from your ass, his newly hard cock ramming inside of your full of cum pussy. You cried out when his hand came down on one of your cheeks in a hard spank that had you whimpering.

“You didn’t think I was done with you, were you, ‘mommy’?” you could hear the teasing in his voice. “I’m sure you really enjoyed having your way with me, didn’t you?” you couldn’t really comprehend how his mentality had switched so drastically fast, but you were no one to whine about it. If a submissive Steve had you cumming so hard on his cock, how would a dominant fuck you out? You felt your pussy clench around his dick in anticipation. “Well, I hope you did, ‘cause now is my fucking turn.”

to be continued in part two! <3

a/n;

I WILL NOT, AND I REPEAT, WILL NOT SAY WHAT SUB! NEEDY STEVE DOES TO ME!!! but anyways, i hoped y’all liked this perv stevie as much as i did! love you all!

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<333

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