Waking Up To Wet Sounds When You Live With Puppy!steddie. And When You Open Your Eyes One Of Them Is

STUDY BUDDY.

An easy afternoon date with your favorite tutor <3

tutor izuku 🥺 + fem reader. cunnilingus + size kink + pussyjob. messy relationship dynamics (is he ur tutor? is he ur bf? we don’t know anymore) but ur in love w him ok? insp by @oh-katsuki & this post by @kazuwhora ♡

betaed by my baby @ihatebnha :3

“are you even listenin’ to me?”

your eyes flicker up from the pretty girth of Izuku’s neck. you can’t really help yourself—all of him is just so pleasing to look at. the swift curve of it leads into the broad stretch of his shoulders. shoulders that blend into thick arms that give way to a pair of hardworking hands. they’re covered in scars, his hands. palms and knuckles, alike. he must’ve been a fighter as a kid.

the thought of nearly makes you burst into a fit of giggles. izuku? a fighter?

he wouldn’t hurt a snake if it bit him.

you smile at the frown settled into ‘zuku’s mouth. your fingers bat away at a few stray strands hung over his eyes. he lets you.

you sigh sweetly, adoringly. little hearts beat in your eyes. “your hair’s so much longer now.”

Izuku sighs, exasperated as he leans into your touch. the unfortunate frustration in his voice is a symphony to you.

“i know it’s complicated. let me walk you through the steps, okay? it’ll be so easy after that! i promise.”

you groan, shifting forward on the blanket to sit next to him and smush your face into his shoulder. your whining comes muffled against the cremé cashmere of his sweater.

the study date is in the middle of a field near your college campus, both of you entangled at the legs atop a large pink blanket you’d brought from your dorm. you’re curled into his side, humming a pleased little moan when he shifts closer to you.

it’s a multipurpose field. normally, it’s buzzing with laughter and vibrant energy when you come out here. but oddly enough, there aren’t a lot of eyes out this Wednesday afternoon. but you suppose that may be a good thing. the sun showers the earth in gold, easy winds surf through the air, and you and izuku soak it all up for yourselves.

“i don’t care about statistics, izuku.” you nudge his knees apart with the your achilles—he jumps. squeaks in surprise when you nudge your way onto his lap. his hands jump to your hips reflexively, and he eases you down into his lap as if he’s done it a million times before.

izuku’s always been very patient with you. lenient and forgiving; he indulges in your whims more often than he cares to keep track, but what can he do when his favorite little minx is just so—

“can’t you just do it for me?” you whine, leaning up to wrap your arms around his neck. he’s slumped enough that, like this—kneeling at the top of your knees—you could give him a face full of tits.

pretty tits. your tits.

“tutors don’t do the work for you.” he chastises, shaking his head to rid himself of the thought. he’s happy enough to simply sit and soak in the warmth you give, settled comfortably into his lap and curled around his torso. he’s content enough just looking at you. with pink blush dancing across your cheeks. and your hair pinned up so pretty. and your lips, so glossy and sticky..

if you…

izuku swallows.

if you leaned in, even. just—just a liiitle more. he could—no, izuku. stop that.

he tries again, “don’t you wanna learn how to do it without me?”

you mull over his words. weigh your options carefully for two, maybe three seconds before you lean up again to wrap an arm around the top of his shoulders. the other gently sweeps his hair back to reveal his forehead. adrenaline rushes through you when startled viridian eyes blink up into your own.

izuku doesn’t move an inch. he doesn’t even breathe.

finally, you pout, then pull back to cup his chin and gently tilt his mouth up towards your own. it’s harmless, really. just a girl having a tiny bit of fun with her tutor.

heh.

“i don’t wan’a do anythin’ without you, Izuku.” you promise like the good girl you are, batting your lashes and lovingly groping him all over. a sweet squeeze to his bicep, a hand over his pec, fingers pressing along his stomach. he’s yours to touch, after all.

izuku gapes up at you.

you, he riots to himself, you little—you damn succubus!

your warmth caresses his skin, melts into his entire body when you wrap around him like predator around prey. you feel as soft as you look. body so achingly soft, izuku let’s you take up all of his space—as much as you want. his eyes flutter shut when you lean your face down to bump your nose to his. he parts his lips for you, then, instinctively. a soft groan rumbles through his chest, and finally, he cups the back of your neck and lurches up to meet your mouth with his own.

“mmf!”

izuku doesn’t let up, doesn’t pull away until he’s had his fill. a thick, wet tongue greedily licks into your mouth. his fingers—thicker, rough, but they feel so good—sink into your hips to keep you still. but they’re everywhere, cupping your jaw, sliding up the delicate curve of your spine to bring your chest into his, to curve your body against his. once he’s impatient enough, he starts squeezing at your thighs to shift you even closer.

“wait,” you whine, helplessly clinging to him. a string of spit connects your lip to his after he finally remembers he has to breathe. “izu, izu—,”

“mhm?” he hums, lashes fluttering against his cheeks. like he’s reminiscing, lost in the memory of the feel of your mouth opening so prettily for him. his hands slide to cup the curve of your ass cheeks and gently lift. the lower half of you slides just the tiniest bit up his stomach as izuku bends his legs in at the knees to sit criss-cross beneath you.

“yeah? y’okay? did i hurt you?” he snaps out of his stupor. his hands massage up your spine, lulling you in by the waist as his eyes urgently flicker over you. “c’mere, let me see.”

izuku is strong. you’re not sure if he plays a sport—you don’t think he does. what kind of male college sports player does their own homework? let alone helps someone else do theirs? but he practically manhandled you into his lap earlier! and you’re not the easiest to lift and just plop down. you can tell just by looking at him that he’s stacked. but feeling it? that’s a completely different story.

“m’fine,” you huff, a hand at izuku’s chest to keep at bay. he’s so fussy. you’re just.. a little frazzled. the softer parts of you ache just a little from his wandering fingers. your mouth is buzzing, your nerves frayed. “didn’t think you’d—you’d—,”

“yeah,” izuku sighs wistfully. his fingers lightly stroke at your tummy from beneath the hem of your shirt. “me neither.”

you can feel his heartbeat kiss your palm from over his tit—feel it come in quick, eager thumps. he’s excited.

izuku wraps his fingers around your wrist. “knew you liked me,” he grins. “at first, i couldn’t tell. but then kacchan said i was real dumb if i didn’t see it.”

“kacchan?” who?

warm fingers give a quick squeeze to your thigh. “my roommate, baby.”

baby. your tummy flutters. “oh.”

izuku huffs a chuckle at the lost look in your eyes.

“you’ve seen him before,” he reassures you. his hair flops as he leans his forehead down to rest it on yours.

“the blond one?” he whispers, like it’s some big secret between the two of you. “gives me a hard time when you’re late for our sessions.”

“uh huh.” you nod. you remember him—vaguely. he hasn’t spoken much to you, but you do remember the fleeting sensation of being pissed off because of him.

there’d been an astringent of foul names—mostly including “shitty deku,” and a few minutes of loud pot-banging, followed by something snarky like, “someone’s always in the fucking kitchen when i need to fucking use it.”

“i don’t like the way he talks to you,” you scowl, matching the serene quiet of his tone.

izuku smiles at the irony of the serious twist in your face and reaches a large hand to engulf the side of your face. big fingers gently stroke down your cheek as a thank you, for worrying about him.

“i don’t like you either,” you say pointedly, around the thumb he has pressed to your lip. just to see the smugness in his eyes come falling apart. “you make pretty girls do math instead of just doing it for them. that’s’a crime.”

“i know,” he coos, bringing your hand to his chest, eyes glittering and a lazy smile curls across his face. “i know. m’sorry. don’t know what a villain like me was thinkin’.”

“you should be.” a quick huff to accentuate your distress. it’s hard to keep it up when he’s so adamant on touching you, feeling you, trying to lure you in and kiss you silly all over again. s’difficult to think anything when you can feel him all over you, with every inch of your skin fiending for his attention.

s’hard to focus on anything but izuku when everytime you shift your hips, everytime he adjusts beneath you, you feel it pressing into you. shamelessly bulging and throbbing against your panties.

“mhm,” izuku innocently bumps your jaw with his nose. “on my knees, begging for forgiveness, even.”

“you’re hard,” you whisper, almost petulantly. satisfaction blooms in your chest when izuku goes still against you. his mouth falls open, freckled cheeks budding hotly with pink. “and you have been. s’been sticking into me since i sat on you. don’t y’think you should handle that instead of mocking me?”

one beat.

not a lick more than one.

“izuku—!” you shriek lowly, toes curling as he suddenly throws himself forward to lay you down backwards. the palm of his hand at the back of your head cradles it from any thumps.

“how am i supposed to handle anything with you?” he pants over you, eyes dark and attentive, still so sweet on you as he frowns from above.

“you’re evil,” he groans, even as you tug him down to kiss up his jaw. “bring me out here to study, then sit on my lap? i can’t keep lettin’ you toy with me, baby.”

“s’not my fault.” your breath hitches. izuku hooks his fingers in the waistband of your skirt, uses it to jerk you off the ground by your hips, then smoothly yanks it down. while all you do is stare up at him with stars in your eyes and a hand balled in the neckline of his shirt.

“someone’ll see,” you whisper. you feel so small laid out beneath him like this. but your toes curl at the thought, the implication of being caught—someone finding you here, fucked open and stupid and dripping onto your pretty pink blanket in the afternoon sun under izuku midoriya of all people.

“they can watch,” he mumbles back, pressing his hands into the backs of your thighs. “they can watch me take you apart. can’t let you wiggle away f’rm me again.”

he trails a messy line of kisses down your neck, your chest, pauses and places one on both of your nipples—for good luck—and then suddenly, he’s having a showdown with your pussy. his warmth concentrates over your panties, and all you see of him is a sea of wavy green.

izuku ducks his head. his fingers clench at the plush yield of your thighs as he drags you closer to his face, buries his nose into the damp cotton of your cherry-patterned panties. your thighs clamp nervously around his ears—he almost misses the pitched, little “yeah,” you whimper in return.

something unintelligible rises from izuku’s chest when the smell of you wafts through his nose, when the ghost of your taste fills his mouth. he bumps his nose closer into your clit, and flicks his tongue up against your leaking hole through the cotton when you whimper about it.

“what’re you…?” your hands spring to twist in his hair when izuku tilts your hips upward and gently sucks at the material covered in your slick. “you’re so weird!”

but the man pays your embarrassment no mind. izuku breathes you in, hefty, deep gulps of your cunt. blunt nails pinch into your ass cheeks, then he drags you by the hips to pull your cunt over his face religiously. his eyes roll up at your assault on his senses. you’re everywhere, making his mouth water and destroying his brain cells—a vixen. but all of you sounds so sweet. you start to keen and whine when his nose bumps your clit over n’ over again, n’ izuku knows he’s addicted.

“thought you hated me,” he shudders. “so this—this is—,” his forehead burrows between your hips, fingers curling around the crotch band of your panties. he almost tears ‘em apart when he goes to tug them aside. when green eyes burn black and his grip on your thigh tightens enough to make you whine out loud, you think maybe he’s forgotten what he was going to say.

broad shoulders shift and flex under your legs. just this angle of izuku is enough to get your pussy flowing even messier, clenching around the tough muscle of his tongue. all you can do is hang on and cry when the man leans forward so much, he’s raising the lower half of your body into the air. sucks greedily at your puffy cunt, and you can feel it all. your toes curl, eyes rolling into your skull as izuku takes and takes and takes, swallows every wave of slick, meets every roll of your hips to smother your pussy against his face like a pro with a forceful slurp of his own.

your voice trembles, like the rest of you. “yeah, well, this’s why, y-you freak.”

soon, he’s pulling his other hand from your ass to wiggle your panties down your thighs, then off your ankles. the cotton falls from your toes and plops onto the far bottom of the blanket behind him, then izuku’s attention is lavished entirely onto the junction of nerves between your thighs.

green eyes fall low, dark and focused as he presses his tongue into your cunt without another word. he brings a thumb up to gently lift the hood of your clit and takes everything you give him, the saltine sweat and the tangy taste of pussy—the entire lower half of izuku’s face is sticky.

“y’mean that?” he asks, husky.

you don’t have much of an answer to give him, still twitching and huffing with aftershocks of a not-quite orgasm.

and when you can’t make words, izuku dips back down to plant kisses that flutter along your skin. sweet sucks to your slit, quick nips to the insides of your thighs, he takes his time carving the memory of you into his mind. wants the softness of you to imprint against his body. to haunt him for all his days and all his nights.

“so pretty,” he rasps, throaty and raw. in desperate need of oxygen, izuku has somehow managed to tear himself away from your cute, puffy pussy. one hand rubs soothingly at the curve of your waist, the other stationed next to your cheek to hold his weight over you. “knew this pussy would love me.”

“what?” you gasp, eyebrow twitching at his audacity.

“think about you so much,” he coos, grins real dreamy when your eyes find his. “how could i not? i just.. wanna be covered in you. want people to look at me and know m’all yours.”

“sh—shut up,” you whine, thighs clenching nervously around his torso. his eyes flutter at the feeling. “shut up, you’re so embarrassing.”

“i know, i know,” he sighs. “stupid izuku, what’s he even talkin’ about?” a dopey grin curls at the corner of his mouth when he shifts up your body just a little more to press his lips to your mouth. you welcome him, even chasing after the taste of you on his tongue when he pulls away too quickly for your liking.

izuku leans backwards to sit straight up and brings you with him with his hands splayed across your spine. follows the first kiss with a second, and then a third. and another, and another, and another, while he cradles you in his lap again. chaste, and sweet, and lovely. he’s in the heat of your fourth kiss, this one a little less tame and more tongue than the others, when you gently force your cheek to his and nudge his mouth.

“i wanna feel you.” you pant, eyes wide and begging as your breath fans over the one side of izuku’s freckled face. your arms tighten around his shoulders.

“what?” he sputters, eyes bulging from their sockets. he adjusts you in his lap with the arm around your waist, the other below your ass—you keep slipping because he’s kneeling, not sitting.

(“sit back, baby,” you purr in his ear, low and cool enough to not disrupt the meltdown he’s undergoing.)

“are you—are you sure?” he wheezes, fidgets around until you nearly slip out of his arms. “shit. sorry. i just don’t—i don’t have any condoms. i could pull out, if you really wanted? no, i want that.”

you bounce as he sets you down on the blanket in front of him, then, head hung in shame, he follows suit and plops back down to sit across from you. “and s’not safe. and i’m.. not the most reliable.”

“your pull out game’s weak?”

“what?” he stops twiddling his fingers immediately. his head snaps up to you.

“hush,” you wave him off. “lean back s’more, i’ll make it work.”

“whatever you want,” izuku softens. he plants his hands on the ground and shifts back to give you space. “could have anythin’ from me’ y’know that?”

“hm,” you hum, crawling forward to get your sticky little paws on the button of his jeans.

“a car?” you pop the button with a swift, little pinch.

“i can take you to class,” he offers instead.

“you do that now,” you tag down his zipper and pout. “sometimes.”

“you should say thank you every once n’ awhile,” he teases. radiant veridian eyes gaze down on you sweetly.

your fingers tug his jeans apart at the opening. you shimmy his jeans down his hips and reach forward to peel back his tiddy whites next.

“never,” you grin. “what would i ever thank you for?”

izuku’s cock flops out of his underwear quick enough to scare you. it throbs in the air for just a moment before slumping down n plopping onto his abdomen. it’s curved, you realize, stars spawning in your pupils and a greedy little grin curling in your mouth. you tuck the band of his underwear beneath his balls, fat and heavy under your fingertips. the contact makes izuku shiver a little.

the ardent wonder of it all dissipates slowly when you realize, subsequently, just how stupid fat it is.

you inhale sharply, eyebrows pinching at the intimidating mass of cock before you.

“why is it so…?”

“…yeah?” izuku looks down at you. a subtle frown in his mouth and a worried pinch in his brow. too—small? he’s not the biggest.. he knows that.

“so, what?” he presses, tries not to sound too forceful or anxious.

it’s heavy, you decide, finally taking the appendage into your hands. heavy, and daunting.

he’s hard, unmistakably. izuku groans when your hand stretches around the base of it. he mutters something about how soft your hands are, and the hulking, throbbing mass of veins and muscle between his thighs throbs in agreement.

“th-thick.” you frown.

izuku hisses when you grip him, cheeks flushed pink at how you faun over his cock—like it’s.. like it’s a pet, or something. his hips buck. your mouth waters as it leaks from the tip, your fingers becoming sticky after just a few pumps.

“i’m—will it—would it fit..? inside?” you gasp apprehensively, eyes skirting away at the thought of izuku being too big for your poor kitty. he’d—he’d ruin it, wouldn’t he?

you crawl back into his lap and give an experimental roll of your hips. izuku’s cock pulses against your pussy. drops of precum splatter across his navel. his hips buck up, his cock slots hungrily between your lips again, then again. it’s like he can’t stop himself.

your gaze flickers up to his face. your cheeks puff with the pout in your mouth. “you’re too busy humping me to answer.”

he yelps when your fingers find his nipple under his sweater and twist.

“i—,” izuku’s tongue becomes cotton. it’s so soft, he thinks. softer than he ever could’ve imagined. and he’s tried. “of course, it’ll fit, baby…,”

his lashes beat against his cheeks. his fingers dig into the fat of your hips as your pussy flutters along his cock. up, to the leaky tip, then down, to the wide base. your cunt spills and kisses all over the twitching muscle without mercy—you’re gonna kill him. “just gotta—gotta stretch you on m’fingers first.”

you lean back and rock your hips the way you want to. you build a steady, consistent rhythm, one hand at your clit and the other tweaking at your nipple. you make sure to roll your hips up and grind them back so your clit bumps into the head of izuku’s cock—the pressure is direct and delicious, strikes of pleasure roll up your navel and make your cunt drool over the rest of him.

you hunch forward, reaching a hand down to keep his dick in place, to make sure you can hump at it as much as you want. the soft, tightened grip makes izuku shiver. with every bump of his cock to your clit, a surge of heat splatters from your fluttering pussy.

you’re soaking him.

your eyes roll up as your chest heaves, and you even pull your hand away from the nub of nerves to unconsciously sink your nails into the thick of izuku’s chest—you need something sturdy to hold on to.

“knew you were trouble,” izuku squeezes you, utterly hypnotized. his breath fans over your cheek. “knew it when—when you’d show up to our sessions and practically sit in m’lap.”

you whine.

“always wanted to keep you there, too,” he grunts. “give you somethin’ to bounce on, right in my lap—since you wanted to be there so bad.”

something desperate escapes the back of your throat. it’s all you can do to appease him. something mean tightens in your gut, sits and swells in the deep of your pussy long enough to make tears spring to your eyes.

“but—,” you sniffle, unable to look him in the eye. your heart softens at his confession, but petulance flickers across your tongue. “but you didn’t?”

izuku groans when you tighten your grip on him and drop your hips to get closer. it pulses uncontrollably in your hand, all while you hump over the top of his cock like a kitty in heat.

“wanted to take you out first,” he admits. “have you get all pretty for me. swing you around, hold your hand. make you mine.”

“izuku,” you gasp, trembling with the aftershocks.

you find your breath as your orgasm wanes. you pull your hips back to sit over the base of him. your cunt clenches desperately around nothing. pussy juices slates along the top of izu’s shaft. a cute, little snail trail.

“oh,” izuku breathes, eyes widening at the tale tell signs of your trembling pussy. “look at you. fuck, are you cumming? shit, baby.”

the coil snaps. you hump and cum and gush all over izuku with a broken wail of his name. dark waves pull and tighten in your tummy, and your entire body shudders. the hand at izuku’s chest slackens in grip, and soon follows suit is the rest of you.

“m’sorry lucky,” the words are drenched in izuku’s encouraging voice. he rumbles it right into your ear. “the prettiest girl in the world is fucking cumming all over me. god.”

you whimper, rolled tightly into his neck while the aftershocks clatter up your bones. you’ve taken refuge against his chest. the side of your head thumps with his every heartbeat. izuku’s hands flood warmth over your hips, your back. he rubs you gently, carefully easing you back down from the high of cumming all messy and drenching him in it.

you’d fall asleep if it wasn’t for his cock poking your ass.

“was it good?” izuku murmurs cheekily, eyes heavy and cheeks flushed.

“looked so pretty from down here—ugh!”

you slap his abdomen, right at above his navel, then reach down to smear the tip over his cock over your gooey entrance.

“i wanna feel you cum now,” you demand. “inside.”

“in—in—? fuck,” the words slip from izuku’s mind as you lower your hips. his cock pops through the ring of tightness at the entrance of your cunt, slick and slippery with your cum.

izuku is melting. you’ve got one hand on his abdomen to keep balance, the other wrapped meanly around his cock. you pump furiously at the base of him. in, out, in, out—your pussy clenches around the tip. hot beads of slick roll down the thickness of him, gifting your fingers a little lubrication to stroke harder beneath your pretty hole. the sight of you is a gift.

“just—just a little,” you whine, toes curling at the stretch on the inside of you. you give another roll of your hips, your nails pinching into izuku’s tummy. “can’t help m’self, m’sorry.”

“i know m’mean, but i don’t mean it,” you sniffle, press a hand to his stomach, and rock backwards on your knees.

“l-like you s’much, izu—uu!” a cry escapes you as you sink down more than you meant, the entire upper half of his cock spears into your cunt. the shock of suddenly being stretched so much sends you spiraling. you cum, again, with izuku’s name falling from your tongue religiously, mixed between squeals and squeaks.

izuku gazes up at you, fresh tears at his waterline. tries to blink them away as he gnashes his teeth together. he’s overwhelmed still, so easily—and you. you’re nothing if not overwhelming.

“fuck,” he growls, mouth pulled into a snarl. your eyes roll up at the wide, pulsing stretch of his cock. he reaches a hand for your cheeks and drags you down quickly. mwah, mwah, mwah. one kiss, two, three—and now he’s to return to splitting you open.

he grunts, “can’t believe you’re lettin’ me—sweetheart, i can’t—,”

his thighs flex. he spreads them apart beneath your weight, and bends his knees to plant his feet on the ground. leverage, that’s what he needed.

izuku plants his feet on the ground and humps greedily into your cunt until it’s stretched around too much of his stupid dick. your eyes cross as the sudden girth piles in and out of you. the sound of your own sloppy, shlurping pussy makes your body burn hot. your velvet walls flutter helplessly, the rest of you bouncing in likeness while izuku uses you. he’s just so big and heavy and strong—you know the inside of you is going to be so sore.

“you’re so deep,” you cry, tossing your head back. all of you trembles, rolling with aftershocks and overwhelming rolls of pleasure spiraling up and tightening again just beneath your navel. it drives you crazy enough to claw at izu everywhere you can get your fingers on him.

“m’too sensitive,” your nails claw at his knees.

“forgive me, baby,” izuku begs, “promise i’ll make it up t-to you, uhn.” he thrusts deeper, hits the top of your pussy as thick, hot ropes of milk fill your cunt.

“so cute when you try to be mean, y’know?” he rasps. “just to make a mess on me like th-this.”

the tears welling in his green eyes roll down his rosy, freckled cheeks. his head tilts back, stomach clenching sporadically under your fingers.

“i’m cumming,” he gasps, whines, coos. twitching and shaking underneath you, grabs a hold of you tight to ground himself. “c-cumming, m’cumming, oh no. oh no.”

there’s so much of it, goops of it spilling back down over izuku’s shaft and splattering onto the blanket below.

you fall forward with a whine, spread your thighs a little farther so izuku can get as deep as he likes. his arms come up to wrap around your waist immediately. he holds you there, thrusting helplessly as his cock pumps load after load of cum.

“s’so warm,” you sigh dreamily into his ear, lightly running your nails over his forearms. his cum pools beneath you, strings of it attaching your cunt to his cock as he jerks himself in and out of you.

“how d’you feel?” he mumbles in the come down, low and soft. a big hand soothes circles into your spine.

“m’all sore now.” phantom aches of what’s to come curl across the softer parts of your body—your thighs, your hips, your cunt. you stretch your chin up and snag the lobe of his ear by your teeth. it’s meant to be mean, but you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

“what else?” green eyes focus intently on your face. his other hand slithers up to cup your cheeks from beneath your chin, to tilt your head to him and make you look him in the eye.

“i—,” you blink. what’s he looking for? “what are you asking me?”

his lip curls up at the directness in your tone. “ah,” he smiles, but it’s twitchy. nervous. “just wanted to make sure you don’t hate me.”

“oh.” you blink, again. just a little dumbfounded at the relief in his voice. “no,” you whisper, tender and soft and gooey. “never.”

izu’s head thumps backwards onto the blanket. his chest rises and falls as you lay across him, and even when you wiggle around, he just won’t let you pull away.

“but i will start hating you if you make me do this math homework.”

the man groans, miserably.

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.

i don't know why but i've had this thought stuck in my head for the past few days... perv!eddie and innocent!reader (established relationship) where he teaches her how to touch herself 😵😵 just imagine them sitting on eddie's bed, him behind reader forcing her legs apart with his thighs and just showing her how good it feels when she touch her little clit 😵😵 while telling her he loves the little sounds she makes,, im obsessed

omg sorry i took so long to get back to you!! cw: smut, 18+ONLY MDNI, eddie teaching reader, perv!eddie, kinda innocent!reader

he’s behind you, legs hooked under yours to keep your thighs spread and his lips by your ear.

eddie’s been trying to teach you how to make yourself come for at least thirty minutes but you lose focus fast the second he angles your wrist and you hit that spot.

“cmon baby, you wanna be good for me don’t you?” his words make your bleary eyes open and your head tip back.

“y-yeah.” you mumble, body malleable as eddie rearranges you.

“touch your clit for me then.” he tries to stop himself, really, he does, but his hips buck into your ass when your moans go breathy and high.

“just like that sweet girl,” eddie’s praises fall easily, his eyes trained to your body’s every reaction. “go faster baby.”

your stomach tightens as you follow his instructions and eddie chuckles when your thighs start shaking.

“you sound so pretty for me, angel.” eddie attaches his lips to your jaw when your hips start bucking up to meet your fingers.

“eddie,” you whine, so close but not having just enough to get there. “need your help.” you whimper when he only hums.

“want me to finger fuck you?” he coos and you nod, tears in your eyes as he slides his hand down between your thighs and slips two fingers into your sopping cunt.

eddie can’t get a word out before you’re coming around his fingers. “atta girl.” he coos softly, watching with pride as you come down and your hand falls limp at your side.

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

don't leave me be, be with me - yandere fruity four

plot: regardless of how much you love your partners, their love for you grows stifling now and again. and the best way to remedy that is to be a little rebellious, which is what leads you to sneak out with Robin and go for a little joyride and on a quest for breakfast in the middle of the night.

cws: gn!angelface, yandere fruity four, st 4 spoilers, polycule, post s4, eddie lives arc, PTSD-related coping mechanisms (alcohol abuse, isolation, reckless behavior), drinking, robin and angelface are drunk, drunk driving, scars, hurt/comfort, implied sexual dynamics, softcore, very mild jealousy, mentions of violence, fluff.

word count: 3.6k

spice level: 0.5/5

"Where the fuck are they?"

Steve's pacing again, shoes heavy on the carpet as he tries not to lose his temper. There's music blasting in Eddie's room, but the door is shut, and Nancy doesn't even want to try and knock right now. She doesn't have any answers for him, and it would just stress him out more. While it's been months since he's gotten out of the hospital, he's still healing in…other ways.

"I don't know, Steve."

"Yeah, well, they have to be somewhere, Nancy! They can't just disappear, not unless-"

"Steve, don't go there. They took the van, they're probably off getting ice cream or something–you know how those two are. The only danger they're in is Robin driving without a license." Nancy bites her lip. She doesn't know if that's the truth, she just wants it to be.

"Oh, God, what if they got into an accident?" But Steve's practically inconsolable–he always gets like this, his brain is hardwired to sense danger even when there is none. Probably. But there's a chance, so he's sniffed it out and won't stop fussing until he has you in his arms again, she's sure.

"Steve-" That look on his face is definitely not a good one, that sudden realization that means he can't stay still any longer–even though he hasn't been, it's shocking that there isn't an indent in the floor from where he's been pacing back and forth for the last hour. He marches over to the couch and grabs his jacket, throwing it on one arm at a time as he slides past Nancy and heads towards the front door. "Where in the world are you going?"

"Gonna drive around town and look for the van." Typical. His solutions are largely straight to the point, if not a little over the top. The second she opens her mouth for a rebuttal, he holds up a hand to stop her. "I'm going, Nance! Don't try to stop me."

She knows how stubborn he is, it's a good if not occasionally frustrating quality. And in all honesty, he has every right to be as fretful as he is.

All four of them nearly didn't survive the horrors that Vecna brought to Hawkins, but Steve and Eddie definitely experienced a new level of physical torment that she knows she won't ever fully be able to sympathize with. You're the only one Steve's ever really told the full story to, the one he's cried to and held so close for fear that if he didn't, you'd be taken away yourself. They've all seen each other's scars, but you've taken care of each and every one of them–you know them intimately, know the pain and the story and the way they've healed but never gone away, and never will. You're what Eddie calls their "cleric", but he always refers to you as an angel. And you are one.

Speaking of Eddie, he hasn't been the same either. None of them have, but he's different–quieter. The hospital seemed to numb him after the demobat attack, barely alive and clinging to life for so long that even Nancy didn't believe he would really make it. But you did, you never gave up on him, and eventually he opened his eyes and smiled that sweet smile at the sight of you, and she'll never forget the wails you let out as you hugged him so tight the nurse tried to pry you off–the memory usually brings a smile to her face. Steve got kicked out of the visiting room for a week after locking her out of the room, just so the four of you could hold Eddie as long as you wanted and kiss him, stroke his hair, tell him you love him…they were hard days, but good ones. But now everyone is just trying to survive normal life, and that's mostly to your credit. You make life just a little more bearable…and when you're gone, like you have been for the last couple hours, they're all on edge.

Nancy hurries after him out the door to the trailer, knowing good and well that she can't let him run off on a rescue mission by himself. He's too reckless with himself and too tunnel visioned when it comes to you, and it's certain not to turn out well if he really freaks out without someone there to calm him down. And that's when the familiar sound of crunching gravel hits her ears and she stops to watch the sight before her, Steve having only gotten to the bottom step before he freezes too.

That familiar van pulls up slowly, slow like the driver is trying not to draw attention, and comes to a stop just about a foot off of the mark that carves out the driveway from the rest of the grass. The pause between the vehicle stopping and the passengers getting out is suspiciously long, but when the doors crack open and the two of them get a glance at you, they're sure they know why.

"Naaaaaancy!" You giggle, your footsteps so wobbly as you move around the hood that you have to use it for support, while Robin hops out from the driver's seat and throws it closed before stumbling towards you. The two of you have to cling to each other, your hands clutching Robin's arm, to even hope to make it up the driveway and towards the front door–and when you get close enough, Nancy's nose crinkles as the smell of liquor wafts over and hits her like a train. So does the realization–you two have been drinking, and drinking hard.

"Can I have a kiss, Nancy?" You cackle, tripping over your own feet and nearly hitting the ground, if not for Robin's surge of strength as she pulls you back up with a goofy smirk on her lips. One glance at Steve, and she can see it clearly–he is absolutely pissed, his scowl mean enough to burn a hole through concrete.

"Where the hell were you two?!" He didn't mean to yell, Nancy knows that, but you two don't even flinch. You're not even all there, too caught up in your own world and in each other's mouths as you capture Robin in a kiss instead.

"Pancakes! Errrr, and other stuff.." You giggle around a mouthful of Robin's tongue, your playful wink just earning you a furious huff from your big, strong protector.

"Oh nooooooo, I think we're in trouble!" The two of you can't contain your laughter as you break off and nuzzle against each other, Robin's arm clutched in your soft hands as she whisper-yells that into your ear. She even cups her hand to make it seem like she's trying to be subtle, and she probably is, she just doesn't realize how loud she's being and how late it is.

"You're drunk." Steve states bluntly. It's not a first for Robin since the Vecna incident, unfortunately, but it's surprising for you.

"Just a liiiiiittle," Robin pouts, her fingers pinched together to show just how 'little' you and her have been drinking. From the smell of you two alone, it has to have been at least a full bottle of straight liquor between you two, maybe more.

"Don't get mad, Stevie! We were havin' fun."

"You were being stupid. You were driving drunk! Without a license!" He's almost vibrating with anger and frustration. Robin's blasé tone pisses him off on a good day, and after putting your life and hers in danger, it does even more so.

"Bite. Me!" You share an even more girlish laugh at Robin's outburst, each word punctuated by a middle finger, like it's the funniest thing in the whole world. "You guys suck ass, you're suffocating us–you guys hate fun!"

Nancy would probably be grabbing Robin's tongue for that foul comment, but she's so out of it she knows that there's no use. She'd probably just laugh it off, or cry, and she doesn't want either of those two extremes to deal with right now. But there is something she has up her sleeve that always works.

"You two made Eddie very upset, you know." Nancy lays her hand on Steve's shoulder as she speaks, silently relaying to him that she's got it under control. A soft "Eddie?" passes your lips. It's incredible how quickly you both snap to attention when she mentions his name, sharing a look between you two before both turning back to listen intently.

"Mhm. He's been up all night worrying about you two. He doesn't like it when you're gone, it makes him scared. You know that." Her voice is stern, but still gentle enough for you two to take in. The 'mom voice' as you, Robin, and Eddie like to call it, which is largely reserved for when she really needs to get firm with one of you. Or all of you.

"Eddie? Where's Eddie?" Your tone wavers, giddiness turning to concern in a matter of syllables.

"Tell us, Nance!" Robin tugs at her sleeve, eyes big and wide with worry.

"He's in his room." Both of you rush past them, hurrying up the steps in a frantic bid to find your beloved boyfriend. You love them all equally, of course–but Eddie is sensitive. Sweet. He's always been that way, but it's increased tenfold since Vecna and caused you to be even more protective over him than you were before. You just want to protect that precious smile no matter what.

"Eddie! We're home, baby!"

It's when you both stumble through the front door that you see him at once. Frazzled, his curly hair mussed, dark circles under his eyes from worry. His nails are bitten down almost completely, bad habit he struggles to kick when he's anxious. He's standing in the living room like he heard the ruckus and had come to see what was happening, but his eyes are clear and set on one of you at a time, switching between like he's assessing that you're both here and both safe.

The two of you rush forward and knock him right off his feet, a startled shriek pulled from his lips followed by a grunt as his back thuds against the carpet, and the two of you collapse on top of him with your full respective weight in a hug so tight he couldn't squirm away if he tried. Even being taken off guard, Eddie squeezes both of you tight in a hug as best he can, a relieved smile flickering across his face as you press desperate kisses to his cheek.

Nancy and Steve step inside, and the sight at their feet just raises a sigh. They might not be happy, but they are glad you're unharmed and in relatively good spirits.

"We're sooooorry, Eddie! Soooo sorry!" You babble, pawing at his neck and his face to plant even more kisses on his lips. He turns only to ruffle Robin's hair and peck her on the forehead, but otherwise his mouth is occupied by yours, and gladly so, if his muffled little gasps and mumbles of "missed you" are any indication.

"What about us? You have an apology for scaring the crap out of us?" Steve asks, irritation still lacing his voice. Part of it is definitely a spark of jealousy, Nancy can tell better than most. It takes you some work and the aid of Eddie's hand, but you get up and stumble over wobbly feet, and throw one arm around Nancy's shoulder and one around Steve's to loosely hug them both.

"M' sorry, Nancy…sorry Stevie….I love you guys soooooooo much.." You maw on each of their cheeks as well, leaving wet kisses by their ears and down their necks as if each one is to make up for one of the many minutes you spent away from them.

"We love you too." Nancy squeezes you back, eyes screwed shut, a breath caught in her lungs as she tries to keep it all in, to keep it together. Breaking down and crying because she was so worried about you would only hurt you.

"I've been bad…"

"Yeah, you have been bad." Steve's hand is in your hair, and despite reaffirming your realization, he's still so gentle with you like you're made of porcelain. As frustrating as he can be, and as much of a dad as he acts like sometimes, he's still so softhearted when it comes to you that it's honestly comical.

"Sooooooo….you gonna punish me?" You pull away to look at both of their faces, and giggle when their eyes widen, and they share a look like they can't believe what you just said. They haven't really seen you drunk very often, so they're not used to the…mood you sometimes get in.

"Not now, baby. But you are gonna make it up to us, later." Nancy tenderly takes your arm off of her and rubs it, trying to be strict but it just comes out soft.

"Aww, Nancy…" Your eyes draw towards Steve, who still has some frustration lingering on his features. He'll never realize how sexy it is–how sexy he is when he's mad. You slide that free arm around his other shoulder, and lean into him for your lips to just barely brush his.

"C'mon, Stevie, wanna feel you inside me…" His shoulders stiffen up and his chest tightens, his lungs at a standstill at the sight of you rubbing your body up against his. And then you lean up, and your lips ghost over his ear, and you whisper that dreaded pet name that sends a shiver up his spine and has him tilting his head up that he wasn't ready for–not in front of the others, at least. "..Wanna be good for you. Promise."

Your little attempt to get him all worked up, and your teeth nibbling at his adam's apple, is interrupted by a soft groan, one that turns all three of your heads towards the two lumps on the floor. When Eddie sits up, he moves to clutch Robin's limp body as she lays against him, who is very clearly asleep and sighing quietly into his neck at the movement.

"Okay, bedtime! C'mon!" With a face still flushed and hot, Steve hups and squats down to wrap his arms around your thighs, before he lifts you up to throw you over his shoulder and starts walking towards Eddie's room. Every step is another bounce and your grin is still loopy and enthused as he does so, while Eddie hauls Robin up to her feet and Nancy supports her by her other arm to lead her the same way. Thankfully it's a short ride, and when Steve flips you back on to the bed and kneels to take your shoes off for you, Robin hangs off your other friends before collapsing into bed beside you. She's so pretty with that red flush to her face, warm and dizzy from the alcohol and laid out on her back, her breasts heaving as she breathes quietly before opening her eyes and turning them towards you.

Once Steve's hands are occupied with carrying off your shoes and no longer ghosting against your ankle, you find yourself moving up on your knees and throwing one over Robin's waist, her fingers lifting up to brace your thigh as you sit gently enough on top of her for it not to hurt. The words have left her vocabulary, but the pleased sigh that she emits at the feeling of you pressed up against her is enough for you to understand.

"Robbie," You lean down to kiss her, and moan the nickname into her mouth. "Wanna do what we did in the backseat…"

"Uh huh…" She whimpers, hands laid out by her head in total submission. Her hips are already rolling against you, mind clearly muddled by need that you apparently haven't satisfied quite yet. Your hands move to unbutton her jeans, your gaze set and tongue flicking out to lick your lips–when Steve grabs you by the wrist and your head tilts to look up at him.

"Prude," You stick your tongue out at him, annoyed at his familiar interruption. Robin wasn't totally wrong, sometimes Steve is such a stick in the mud. He looks genuinely hurt, though, and his eyes fall from yours like he's trying not to show you what he's really feeling.

"Noooo, not the puppy dog eyes…m' sorry for pissin' you off, baby.." His grip loosens on your wrist, but you just grab his instead to pull him close enough for your foreheads to touch. He can't look away now, not even if he wanted to.

"I wasn't really mad, I..I was just…scared." His voice is so rarely this shaky, unsure, that it almost doesn't sound like Steve. Not your confident, headstrong Steve.

"Why?" You smile so innocently, it's nigh impossible to still be mad at you. He knows that, and yet he can never, ever resist it. "I'll always come back, Stevie. Not going anywhere."

A tired smile tweaks at his lips, and he moves to turn away–but you don't let him, and you grab his face to hold it in place.

"I'm not going anywhere, Steve." You sound more sober in that one breath than you have since you got home. More than you ever have, maybe. And he has nothing he can say that can encompass his feelings in that moment, so he just simply nods, and shares a kiss with you that's so damn sweet even with the taste of liquor on your teeth.

Having been relatively quiet until now, Eddie crawls into bed beside you two, his sneakers kicked off but his clothes from the day still on. Nancy's busying herself with pulling up a blanket off the floor to throw over you three, nudging your arm for you to slide off of Robin and cuddle up between the two of them so she can do so. Eddie's breath hitches when your fingertips brush the scars beneath his shirt, the flesh of his belly torn up and only now having healed into what he thinks are ugly scars.

"Eddie's so pretty…" You mumble as you turn to face him, already nodding off with the warmth of both their bodies cushioning you like big, heated pillows. Robin snuggles up to your back and drapes her arm over your waist, and Eddie wedges his arm beneath you two so you can both use it as a pillow, his fingers laced in Robin's hair to help her fall asleep like it always does.

"You're prettier, angelface." His warm breath on your face draws a chuckle from you, and with your eyes closed he kisses your brow before finally settling in to drift off with you. And when Nancy's finished tucking you all in and Steve shuts off the lights, each of you sharing your "I love you"s and "good night"s, the two of them shut the door quietly behind them to leave the three of you in relative peace as you slumber.

It feels like the day has dragged on so long, and in some sense it has–the time is nearing three am if the clock in the hallway is any indication. She and Steve have been awake for far too long, but it doesn't look like he's in any mood to rest by the expression on his face.

"You think we were a little too-"

"Harsh? No." Steve cuts her off abruptly. He knows exactly what she's thinking, he usually does–but this time, for once, Nancy really has no clue what's running through his mind.

"I'm gonna make them regret that tomorrow. I'll slash the tires on that stupid van if it keeps them here." The sudden surge of emotion in his voice takes her by surprise. Almost always, your touch and a few gentle words in that beautiful voice of yours are enough to calm him from whatever is bothering him. He's infamous for falling for your reassurances, giving in to you so often that it's like you're a siren to him, his certainty so often falling to the wayside when you sway him into believing whatever it is you're telling him.

"They might just steal your car, Steve. You know Eddie's got those magic fingers." She waggles her fingers teasingly, she's trying to lighten the mood, and he does chuckle a little at the joke. But the way his face sets immediately after is…intense.

"Not if I break their legs first."

"Steve," Her hand reaches for his arm, but his eyes and his mind are somewhere else.

"Don't." He warns. There's not enough conviction in his voice for her to really be worried about that–at least not now, when not enough has happened for him to really think that's at all a good plan. You haven't scared him enough, but…it does frighten her to think that it's still a possibility, albeit a very small one. Even though it would work, she hates to see you in pain, to see you scared. "Wasn't even my idea. Eddie talks in his sleep."

He steps away with those words lingering on his lips, heading towards the front door to drop your shoes by the others–but not before he reaches over and grabs the bat he's kept since that first night he realized that the world wasn't as safe as he thought it was. He throws the door open, and leans back to call to her before he takes a seat on the step and waits to see if anyone–or anything–followed you two home. Like always.

"...So do you, Nance."

We’ve seen bully!eddie, but what about obsessed worshipper!eddie?

Like he sees the reader as this untouchable deity and he absolutely worships the ground she walks on, everything she does is perfect. He doesn’t feel worthy of her but he just has to have her, he just can’t let anyone else taint her

obsessed worshipper you say? ohoho.....

(cws: worshipper!eddie, f!angelface, self-esteem issues, stalking, delusions, masturbation, stick and pokes, punishment-centric self-harm, eddie literally licks your boots w/o you in them, mutual pining.)

he twists his rings whenever you walk by the table he sits at, a little squeak squeak squeak as he fidgets and fiddles until you're completely out of sight. he has to stare but he can't be idle, he's rarely ever idle, so he watches and ogles until it's a running joke at the Hellfire table that Eddie's whipped for the new girl.

maybe. no, not really--he's just in awe. probably. you're really pretty. and you don't seem at all like the fake people that far outnumber him and his comrades, he knows you're more genuine than they are because he's not scared of you, and you're not scared of him. you tell him good morning when you see him, your lockers separated only by a single one between them, and when he says it back you always smile and seem so happy. but it's not because people don't like you; you're so warm that everyone likes you. why wouldn't they? how could someone dislike you? it doesn't compute in his mind even somewhat.

it's always weird being around you, but good weird. like butterflies in his stomach that turn into hurricanes when you smile, or laugh, or when you get close to lend him a pencil and he smells your perfume. so pretty. he buys a bottle just to spray it in his room so it always feels like you're around, and that's a little creepy, but he's already a freak so it probably isn't any worse than what people think he gets up to. it's not any worse than when he's pricking his own arm with a homemade needle to tattoo your initials into his skin, or when he cuts a tiny lock of his hair off and sneaks it into the bottom of your backpack. you just need something of his, he needs people to notice that you shouldn't be messed with--he needs people to stay away from you because they don't deserve you. they don't deserve your kindness when they turn around and terrorize other people, and they shouldn't get to take away your smile when someone's rude to you and you flinch away. they're all beneath you.

when he starts following you home is when Eddie knows he has some kind of problem. at first he convinced himself it was just to make sure you got home unscathed, but soon he realizes that it's just because he needs more time with you. there aren't enough hours in the day for him to spend looking up at your godliness, and while he's gone from egregious truancy to a near perfect attendance, even worshipping you at home isn't enough after awhile. he can only practice so many love songs before his fingers bleed and his throat aches, and gripping his own cock as he drowns himself in fantasies of you can't satisfy him forever. he needs something of yours, but what he really wants is you. stealing one of your shoes is the next big infraction, although he reasons it out that because he brought it back it wasn't a big deal--even though he came all over the toe of your polished doll-like dress heel, just so he could lick it off and feel like he was polishing them for you. touching himself later that night was especially brutal, as he punished himself with as much pain as he could bear in some sort of confessional apology you don't even know about--mostly bruising pinches to his inner thighs just as he's about to finish, and a tight, dry grip that leaves him sore and shaking from his own abuse even though it felt so good.

after a while, he even worries over whether or not you're getting enough release yourself. you're so perfect, do you practice self-pleasure? how often? how do you do it? how long? what do you think about? do you use your hand, or....those questions and thousands more cycle through his head on a daily basis as he fixates on his new idea of you, but they don't stop and only get stronger the closer the two of you get. soon enough you're friends, he spends time in your room, you spend time at band practice and Hellfire. he loses his mind at the sight of the bed you sleep on and the furniture you touch every day, with the clothes that wrap around your body and the bits of makeup that cling to your perfect skin. he wishes he was all of that and more, he just wants to be around you, on you, 24/7. he has a moment of clarity one night, where he's so deliriously worried for you after a degrading comment was made earlier in the day by some jock, and he has to physically punch himself in his own stomach to stop himself from crawling through your window and cuddling up next to you as you sleep. after that he has to distance himself, worried he may encroach too far and scare you into fearing him.

but Eddie is beyond happy to find that's not the case when he finds whispers of his name in your diary entries. flipping through them becomes a passing hobby when you're not home, and once he's gotten through quite a bit to start reading more recent entries, his breath hitches as he discovers some passages from when you first moved to Hawkins.

"sometimes the only good thing about my day is seeing Eddie. I feel so worthless most of the time, but he makes me feel special."

"maybe he's lying when he says I'm pretty, but I don't care. I really like him. I feel like I've known him forever."

"this is so embarrassing, but I think I might have a crush on Eddie. I feel like he's with me all the time--I can't get him out of my head. but how could I tell him how I feel? how could he ever like someone like me?"

it's a dream come to life, but it's bittersweet all the same. among those glorious admissions of your feelings for him, someone so low and unworthy compared to you, there are so many sparks of doubt and self-hate that just kill Eddie inside. as your most loyal follower--your only follower--he can't allow that to stand.

so this time, he'll wait. and when you get home, oh, will he have so much to show you to prove that you're so much more divine than you seem to believe.

I know you can do it all by yourself, my love. but im not gonna let you anymore. i know you can handle nightmares on your own, but you won't ever be without my soft words and fingers tracing your spine again. i know you can tie your own shoes and bandage your own wounds but that wont stop me from kneeling beside you and doing it anyways. i know you've always kept yourself safe but that wont stop me from making sure everyone sees you're mine and engulfing you in my arms the second you feel afraid. i know you're use to holding back because others thought pieces of you were too much, but that wont stop me from seeing all that you are and loving it all like its breathing.

you're use to others promising you the world but ive already made you mine.

─── 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 !  ۫ ִ ׂ ˒

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

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

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

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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excuse me for being vile, but.....ehe......<3

(cws: perv!roommates!fruity four, f!angelface, modern au, voyeurism, noncon picture taking/sharing, nc somnophilia, masturbation)

the thought of pervy roommates fruity four having a secret, privated groupchat that you stumble upon when one of them leaves it open on the house laptop--and when you glance at it, you realize it's a chat full of photos and videos that detail every filthy thought they've had and every nasty thing they've done to you.

they've had huge, long conversations just thirsting over you or talking about something you did that they thought was hot, candid pictures they've sent of your ass or your tits in tight, short clothes around the house. Eddie has an ongoing video diary that he sends to them of every time he's jerked off over you while you're sleeping. every time he's cum on your face and wiped it off quick, before he chuckles quietly and slips out of your room. Robin's got videos of her fingers in your mouth as she sleeps in your bed, mindlessly sucking on them as she rubs one out under her panties. Steve apparently likes to cum into your food when he makes it for you, usually sweets or icecream that he brings home now and again, along with the whipped cream-topped drinks he brings you every morning. and the amount of times Nancy has humped your pillow or the clothes you've left out to wear the next day--you swear you see so much photo evidence and so many clips of it that she must be doing it daily. it's disgusting, and you spend hours touching yourself as you read through it all.

honestly, you should be furious, but it's too hot for you to get your fuzzy mind past anything else. they wanna fuck you so bad they're exposing themselves to each other with every gross thing they do, especially when you find the same pair of your panties in Robin's room that she took a video of herself cumming all over, or other hard evidence that proves they're completely genuine about their obsessions--like sticky photos of you tucked into Eddie's lunchbox and lewd love letters to you in Nancy's diary. even Steve, sweet Steve who pretends he's above casual sex or the filth of being a pervert, is recording himself fucking a fleshlight and crying out your name while he begs to cum inside you--at least once a week, no less, based on how many clips he's sent. they're all fucking perverts....and you just have to see where this all goes, if they'll ever end up making a move on the angel they can't help touching themselves over.

walk me home (tmnt x gender neutral!reader)

haven’t written for the guys in a while and i’m a sucker for hurt/comfort, so here’s the result!

also, this one’s a little hard to tag because you can honestly interpret it however you wish - purely platonic, implications of romance with your favorite turtle, poly!turtles, whatever. enjoy!

You’re kidnapped by the Foot Clan on a sunny Saturday afternoon. 

Snatched off the street, stuffed in an unmarked van and blindfolded, you quickly lose track of where they’re taking you, and your only attempt to glean some information is swiftly discouraged by a fist to your jaw. 

You lose track of time from there, the only information available to you restricted to what you can hear, smell, and feel: the astringent scent of chemicals, the voices of your captors barking orders at each other, the cold concrete of the holding cell you’re tossed into and the scratch of the rope binding your wrists.

Your jaw hurts, the chill of your makeshift cell sinks into your bones and leaves you shivering, but you’re not afraid. Not really. You know the boys will come for you. 

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